Do Not Feed Recklessly - Chapter 4. Part 6

Jia had a faint idea of his meaning, but she pushed the thought away.

‘No way, that can’t be it.’

‘It just doesn’t make sense. Ethan Taylor couldn’t possibly…’

As she tried to follow that line of thinking, the mere thought sent a shiver down her spine and she shook her head vigorously.

But Ethan spoke slowly and clearly to her dismay, as if delivering a verdict.

“You really don’t see it, do you?”

“I used to get so excited and my heart beat so fast when I was with you,” Ethan confessed.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Jia shot back, her mind reeling.

“Have you really never felt anything for me?” he pressed.

“Ugh! Damn it, of course not!” Jia exclaimed, pulling at her hair in frustration.

Just the thought of Ethan Taylor – her childhood enemy – talking about feelings made her skin crawl. She couldn’t handle it; the moment he mentioned excitement or a pounding heart, she felt completely overwhelmed.

“Damn it, damn it…”

Jia muttered repeatedly, feeling completely at a loss. A chill ran down her spine.

‘What? He felt excited while being with me.’

The absurdity of it all made her feel dizzy, her mind racing with disbelief. How could he say such a thing? It felt surreal and impossible to process.

“Seriously, what are you talking about?”

Jia exclaimed, her frustration boiling over. The idea of Ethan feeling that way about her was too much to grasp.

“I know it sounds crazy.” Ethan replied, his tone softer now.

“But it’s true. Every time we were together, I felt… something. And I thought you might, too.”

Jia shook her head, still trying to wrap her mind around it.

“No way. You can’t be serious.”

“I am.” he insisted, looking her straight in the eyes, his expression earnest.

“Y-you’re insane…”

Jia stammered, her mind racing with chaos. All she could manage were curses as her heart pounded wildly. This was a situation she had never imagined – being in such a moment with Ethan.

If she was honest, there had been brief moments in the past when she had felt a spark of excitement around him. But those feelings were rare and hardly significant. For example, when she had accidentally caught a glimpse of his n*ked torso through the window… that had been a brief, surprising moment, but nothing more.

Now, facing him like this, everything felt utterly surreal and confusing.

‘What the hell am I thinking right now?’

Jia shook her head, trying to dispel her thoughts. Meanwhile, Ethan’s hand was moving deeper and deeper.

The hand that had slipped through the loose shorts she wore at home began to caress her panties.

His fingertips felt delicate, as if he could feel the shape of her labia through the thin fabric, then moved slowly from top to bottom, as if tracing a line through her parted p*ssy. Jia moaned and shivered at the touch as it brushed over her erect cl*t.

“Hmm…….”

The hand that was relentlessly groping around her v*gina never stopped, rubbing between her legs in an almost shamelessly casual way.

“You’re wet.”

“Bullshit, uh, don’t do that.”

“It’s true. Do you want me to take your panties off? Do you want to see?”

Jia replied, startled by a hand grasping the elastic of her trousers and panties around her waist, ready to rip them off at a moment’s notice.

“No! No, no…!”

Jia exclaimed, her reaction causing Ethan to laugh softly, clearly amused.

“Well, if we’re going to do this, you have to take everything off anyway.” he replied with a teasing grin.

With that, Ethan’s big hands were on her lower body in an instant, ripping her panties, the only thing covering her p*ssy, off her body.

“Hey!”

She screamed as she was left with nothing but her n*ked bottom. The panties and shorts she’d just worn dangled pathetically around her ankles.

When a person is too shocked, they can become completely frozen—and that was exactly what happened to Jia. She couldn’t utter a single word and stood there like a statue.

Ethan’s piercing blue eyes were fixed intently between her legs. Realizing the embarrassment, Jia tried to cover herself. But it was not easy.

“Don’t look!” she pleaded.

“I don’t want to.” he replied, a teasing glint in his eyes.

He was always so strong. With a wave of his hand, Ethan would freeze her and she’d be caught by him.

“Ethan…….”

Impatient, Jia changed her target this time. Instead of covering her p*ssy, she reached for Ethan. Unexpectedly, Ethan was unable to stop her.

Jia’s hand was between Ethan’s legs. Through the half-undone front of his trousers, Jia grabbed his briefs and pulled them down.

“Then you take it off too!”

She knew it was ridiculous, but she did it anyway, just to get rid of the immediate feeling of defeat. Jia’s hands pulled down and the flesh that filled him bobbed up and down in a frighteningly uncontrollable way.

A flash of embarrassment crossed her face as if she had been caught off guard by the sight of Ethan’s c*ck. She hadn’t expected to see it in such a condition, and for good reason. His c*ck was so hard that she didn’t need to touch it to know how hard it was. It was pink, rounded, and hard, almost like a stone, resembling something out of a model.

Jia stared dumbfounded at the throbbing c*ck-pole.

“Why, do you like it?” he asked. Not even noticing that Ethan was talking to her, she just stared at the erect c*ck in amazement.

“But I’ve never seen your p*ssy like this before.”

Ethan muttered as he grabbed Jia’s slender thighs and pulled them wide apart.

“Hey, hey!”

Jia cried out, struggling back as her legs were gaping open. But Ethan’s firm grip made it impossible for her to come, no matter how hard she tried.

Jia squirmed and tried to cover her p*ssy. Her plump p*ssy flesh was already spread wide, exposing the cl*t she held inside.

“Oh, f*ck, don’t look, don’t look, don’t look, don’t look!”

Jia didn’t know it, but her p*ssy lips were sliding apart with every thrust. The wet, red entrance clenched and unclenched in a steady stream of filth.

Ethan’s eyes fixed on Jia’s p*ssy with curiosity and interest, his gaze intensifying.

Ethan let out a brief moan as he watched Jia’s writhing body. Then he stopped moving, and with a slight tilt of his chin toward her, he murmured, “I’m sorry.”