Chapter 15: The Minister Under the Skirt

The movie continued, but neither of them o one paid any more attention anymore.
Monica's fingers were originally resting on his shoulder, but he held them and wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing them closer together.
Their lips and tongues intertwined, producing sweet and breathy moans that were drowned out by the movie's sound.
The atmosphere grew hotter and hotter. Monica half-closed her eyes, feeling a cool sensation sliding beneath her clothes and touching her soft skin on the side of her waist.
She finally reacted and hummed, "This is a movie theater... What are you trying to do, Steven?"
His fingers traveled upwards slowly creating a feeling of anticipation, pushing up her tightly bound bra with slight force, as and he reached in to fondle her.
Monica almost screamed but he covered her mouth, leaving her only with faint whimpering, making her breath become even more urgent.
He cupped and squeezed her soft breasts, not holding back, deforming the full flesh that slipped out smoothly through his fingers, which he quickly caught again and squeezed harder from a different angle.
Her body was delicate and sensitive, unable to withstand any force. She complained in a low voice, "You're going to ruin it... Ugh... Please stop..."
His fingertips rolled over her erect nipples, gently pressing down. He kissed her and whispered, "How can something so soft be ruined by a little squeezing?"
He leaned forward, completely pressing her into the backrest of the couch. The movements of his hand were blocked by his back and the couch, even if the cameras re were on,cameras, they would only see the two of them hugging and kissing each other.
Steven's strength varied between light and heavy as he played with her breast, pinching her nipples, and squeezing her flesh. She was being pleasured and felt uncomfortable at the same time.
She couldn't help but grip his clothes tightly with her fingertips, tighten her waist, and moan softly.
Sensing that she was definitely getting aroused, he held her tighter and whispered, "Baby, tonight..."
The sudden vibration of a phone shattered the ambiguous and alluring atmosphere.
Monica suddenly snapped back to reality, turned around to grab her phone from the side, and looked down at the screen.
Alarm bells rang in her head, and all the confusion and infatuation she felt were instantly washed away as she saw the name on the screen flashing.thrown aside.
Under Steven's gaze, she tremblingly pressed the answer button and said, "Hello? Brother."
Eric's voice came through, "Are you staying at school today? Why haven't you come home yet? You didn't even say hello to Bella."
Monica wasn't good at lying and stammered for a moment before saying, "Today...” she then relayed the busy events of the day.
"Next, we have a school celebration rehearsal, and we will have dinner together before I go back later," Monica said.
Upon hearing this, Steven pinched her tender and erect little breasts, causing her to almost cry out in surprise. She quickly covered her mouth and stared at him, feeling both embarrassed and anxious.
Listening to her soft and muffled movements, Eric slowly lifted the corners of his lips and said, "Should I call Uncle Li to pick you up?"
"No need, a classmate of mine is coming to pick me up by car. They said they can take me home later," Monica hurriedly refused. "Brother, you should rest now, don't worry about me."
"Oh, alright," Eric leaned back on the sofa, leisurely propped up his legs, and hinted, "It's already very late. Tell your classmate to drive carefully."
"Okay, I will. Goodbye, brother."
Monica ended the call and Steven had already withdrawn his hand. He helped her adjust her bra and straightened her clothes, as if he were a true gentleman. .
With just one phone call, Eric had ended all the confusion Monica had felt, the ed infatuation was blown away. Only then did Monica realize what she had just done.
Her body was dominated by instinct, completely abandoning reason.
She felt a belated sense of shame and annoyance, embarrassed because of the intimate kisses and touches, and annoyed because she couldn't imagine herself being swayed by Steven.
It was truly a fantasy.
Steven reached out to fix her hair, but she reflexively slapped his hand away, pretending to be cold, although her tone was weak, "Don't think too much, I didn't mean anything by it, I just...just felt a bit hot."
After the movie ended, the lights gradually brightened, and the large screening room was immersed in brightness once again.
"Don't make such definitive statements, Monica."
Steven stood up, picked up his coat, hung it over his arm, lowered his head to look at her, and smiled gently.
"Why are you so sure that you won't fall in love with me?" he said in a softer tone.
Monica was stunned by his words for a moment, before finally snapping out of the tangled emotions. She gritted her teeth and was about to saysaid, "You're dreaming! I could never...fall in love with you."
The three words "fall in love with you" lingered on her lips but she couldn't bring herself to say them. Monica mechanically repeated, "You're dreaming!"
As if it were a form of self-hypnosis.
Steven just smiled and didn't say anything, handing her the coat instead. "Let's go." Was all he said.
The two of them walked out of the cinema, and Monica regretted her wavering tonight. Her mind was a mess, and she didn't pay attention to where she was going. Suddenly, she took a stumbling step forward and bumped into Steven's back.
He turned around and held her, asking, "What happened?"
She frowned and said, "It seems like my heel got stuck."
Steven then squatted down, allowing her to hold onto his shoulders to stabilize herself, and he looked down at her foot to assess the situation.
"The heel is broken. It's easy to sprain your ankle if you keep walking like this. Since the mall hasn't closed yet, let's go buy a new pair," he said.
He stood up, reached out and held her close, allowing her to rely on him for support. He took out his phone and made a call.
Monica held onto his arm and asked curiously, "Who are you calling at this hour?"
"The mall manager. You can sit in the VIP lounge and wait for me there. I'll go buy the shoes for you," he replied.
Steven carried her to the VIP lounge, then turned and headed to the mall.
Monica felt bored and restless.
Monica sat on the sofa, swinging her legs and playing with her phone.
Luckily, Steven acted quickly and came in with a bag after a while. He closed the door and locked it with a click before walking over to the sofa and opening the bag.
"I bought a brand that you really like. Since I don't know what style you prefer, I picked a pair according to my taste," he said as he pulled out the new shoes. "If you don't like them, I can buy another pair for you."
Monica leaned over to take a look and commented, "These are quite nice. Your taste is pretty good."
As she spoke, she extended her foot and wiggled it in front of him. Steven glanced at her.
"Help me change into them," Monica pouted and coquettishly complained, "I'm so tired, I don't want to change my shoes myself."
She pretended to be pitiful, her eyes filled with a hint of spring water, alluring and charming.
Knowing that she was deliberately teasing him, Steven looked at her for a moment before finally kneeling down.
Monica raised the corner of her lips, feeling somewhat victorious.
Leaning back on the sofa, she watched as Steven half-knelt on the ground to change her shoes. He held onto her ankle, took off her old shoes, and then gently held her fair and delicate foot in his hands.
Monica supported herself on the armrest of the sofa and looked down at him. Seeing him dressed in a suit and kneeling before her, serving her, she felt extremely satisfied. "It would be nice if you could always be obedient like this. If you don't oppose me, I won't dislike you."
Having been spoiled since childhood, Monica was used to being indulged. She wanted everything to go her way and everyone around her to pamper her.
However, Steven never gave in to her demands and always argued with her. That’s how heHe often made her furious.
She just couldn't understand why all of Eric's friends were so friendly to her, treating her like a little sister, except for Steven.
That's why Monica disliked him. He always had a way of breaking through her carefully maintained composed facade and seeing her true temperament.
She deeply despised this feeling of not being in control.
Steven lowered his head, and his black hair shimmered with a soft luster under the bright lights of the lounge. As mischievous thoughts filled Monica's mind, she withdrew her foot from his grasp and lightly stepped on his shoulder, meeting his raised gaze.
Perhaps it was because of the day's rehearsals. Although Monica had only a few scenes, she was influenced to some extent by the acting and had developed a bit of a theatrical addiction.
Now, she imitated the tone of a princess from the play, pretending to be superior as she asked, "Since you somewhat satisfied me with your performance today, would you like to be this princess's loyal servant? It's the highest honor, you know."
Steven looked at her but remained silent.
Monica found it boring and disinterestedly retracted her foot. "I was just teasing you, it's not interesting at all. You don't even want to act with me." Monica complained like a child about to throw a tantrum.
As she was about to bring her ankle back, he caught hold of her calf and placed it back on his shoulder. His slender fingers slid along her smooth skin, venturing into the depths of her skirt. Monica was startled and heard Steven's low voice say, "The servant beneath the skirt?"
He deliberately misunderstood her intentions, his fingertips caressing the soft flesh on the inside of her thigh, and his arm lifting up her skirt slowly. He then spoke in a gentle and slow manner, "Is it..." he continued
"This skirt, Is is it underneath, this skirt?"
**Chapter 16 - Licking the Pussy**