Can Someone (Anyone!) Please Turn Off the Auto-Skill Setting?! - Chapter 89
“I’m not trying to put it in.”
With heat clouding his thoughts, Aaron pressed a soft kiss to her face and loosened his pants with one hand. Nancy yelled at him in alarm, demanding why he was even undoing them in the first place.
Thankfully, Aaron didn’t try anything outrageous like pressing her down against his erxctixn. Instead, he lowered her gently onto his member, which had sprung free.
Sliding down from his hand, Nancy instinctively clung to his s***t to avoid falling any further. She wrapped her arms around the head of his p***s and rested her cheek against the tip, causing Aaron’s groans to grow louder.
“Could you… move just a little?”
What a ridiculous thing to ask, Nancy thought, but she complied, rubbing her cheek against him slightly. Something wet leaked out, dampening her face.
She lifted her head and spread the wetness across the tip of his manhood. Holding onto his s***t with her legs, she braced herself and began rubbing the now-slickened head with her hands. Aaron bent over, his breath ragged.
Every time he exhaled, his hair shifted, and her thin strands brushed against his sensitive skin, driving him wild.
“Nancy, ahh… just a bit more… hnnn…”
Aaron, supporting her with one hand to keep her from falling, used his other hand to stroke the part of his s***t she couldn’t reach.
The tension building in him finally erupted all at once. The forceful jet of release splashed onto Nancy.
“From chocolate to… sxmxn now?”
Nancy stared in disbelief at her now messy body. In retaliation, she slapped the head of his p***s.
“Ow!”
It had only been good for Aaron. As he panted heavily, he grabbed Nancy and wiped her down, spreading the mess further over her body. At first, it had only covered her face, chest, and stomach, but soon, his release was smeared over her entire body.
When Nancy tried to lift herself, Aaron gently pressed her back down again. Her arms, legs, chest, and belly were all being pressed under just the right amount of strength, making it feel almost like she was receiving a massage. Exhausted from touching him earlier, Nancy relaxed into the sensation and let him handle her body.
The lingering subtle scent of chocolate mixed with his own smell, making her feel dizzy.
“Aaron… I want to wash up now.”
Feeling even more fatigued than usual due to her shrunken body, Nancy whined. Aaron, still unsatisfied from just one round, found it hard to grant her request to wash up. In fact, if possible, he wanted to make a request of his own—to ask her to return to her original size.
While her shrunken form had offered a fresh, exciting experience, he was still obsessed with the thought of experiencing her body in its full size again.
Aaron blew air into her mouth, as if trying to inflate her like a balloon. Of course, Nancy wasn’t a balloon, so her cheeks simply puffed up.
“Wash me! Just wash me already!”
Nancy demanded, stomping her heels against his palm. Her voice was naturally high-pitched, but now that she was smaller, it sounded even higher.
Aaron, having no other choice, placed her on his chest and supported her with one hand while preparing some water with the other. He mixed hot and cold water in a basin until it reached the right temperature, then placed her inside.
Nancy dove under, fully submerging her head, and then resurfaced, shaking her body like a wet puppy.
“Soap.”
Aaron handed her the soap, but Nancy hesitated. It was far bigger than she had expected.
“Need help?”
The man offering assistance had a rather mischievous look in his eyes, making Nancy hesitant.
Although she tried to refuse and insisted she could handle it on her own, Aaron ignored her response, saying it was a rhetorical question anyway. He grabbed her and began rubbing her with the soap.
Once there was enough lather, he set the soap aside and started massaging her with his hands.
The slippery sensation of her tiny body slipping through his fingers was oddly enjoyable. It could easily become a habit. They had never bathed together before, but now he found himself thinking that he should wash her more often, which made a sly grin spread across his face.
