Rinnngg~
With the bell signaling the end of class ringing, the students in every room stood up and grabbed their things, immediately leaving their classrooms.
The hallway was noisy and full of people, and among them, Jonathan along with Tyrone and Chad walked among the other students heading straight for the exit, and behind them followed Marianne and Janet.
"You should've come yesterday, I wanted you to see how awesome I was at dodgeball." Marianne said to the emo-punk-styled girl, throwing a few punches in the air.
"Awesome? You mean how you got pathetically eliminated right at the start, don't you?" Janet asked back with a grin.
"Of course not, I'm serious, right Jonathan?" She asked, giving him a light tap on the back.
"Yeah." He confirmed without even looking back and without any idea what they were talking about.
"Asking him doesn't count, he's your brother, he's gonna take your side." Janet shook her head, still smiling.
"That means absolutely nothing, that bastard once broke Mom's vase and blamed me for it. Anyway, why didn't you come?"
"Hahaha, nothing big, I just had a bad headache."
Marianne looked at her silently before speaking. "You stayed up late again, didn't you? I bet you downed several cans of energy drink too, was it another one of your crazy gaming marathons?"
Janet shrugged lightly. "What can I say? I found a really good souls-like, I couldn't resist. But hey, what's this gossip I heard about Jonathan, did he get into a fight? And I heard Alexis is back too." She leaned in a bit, whispering. "Is everything okay?"
Marianne nodded slightly, putting her hands in her pockets. "Yeah, everything's fine, and about Jonathan's fight, he knocked out a few girls at Charles' party, nothing major."
Janet's lip twitched. "What do you mean nothing major, he knocked out a few girls, didn't he? I saw the video, that wasn't exactly normal."
"Meh, not a big deal, you already know Jonathan isn't exactly normal either."
"Right..."
While Marianne and Janet chatted behind them, the small group kept walking until they reached Elizabeth's car.
"All right guys, me and Chad are out, later Jonathan." Tyrone said, walking up to him and raising his arms.
But stopping him, Jonathan grabbed Tyrone's head, pulled it under his arm, and gave him a light pat on the head. "Later, Tyrone." He said, pushing him away afterward.
Tyrone gave him a sour look for that while Chad next to him laughed as he stepped closer. "See ya, Jonathan." He said, raising his fist.
"Later, man." Bumping fists, Jonathan waved slightly at him.
"Later, girls."
"Bye."
Tyrone and Chad said goodbye to Janet, then walked off toward another car where Megan was leaning.
"I'm heading out too, bye Anne." Janet said, raising her fist.
"Later." Marianne replied the same way.
The two did a typically masculine fist bump before Janet walked up to Jonathan.
"Bye, Jonathan," but instead of raising her fist, she raised her arms with a faint smile on her face.
"Bye." Not refusing the hug, he calmly returned it.
"Hmm~ You smell really nice~" She whispered near his ear.
Without changing his expression, Jonathan looked at Marianne, who was staring at them with expressionless eyes.
"I think you better back off before Marianne kills you." He said, pulling his arms away.
Hearing that, she backed off, looking at Marianne, then smiling calmly as she walked past her while keeping eye contact.
In the end, she had to run off when Marianne looked like she was about to hit her.
Watching Janet walk away laughing, Marianne clicked her tongue as she looked at Jonathan, who just raised his arms at her with a grin. "Want one too?"
While she ignored him, Elizabeth arrived.
"What's with this atmosphere?" She asked, pulling the keys from her pocket.
"Nothing, just Jonathan being a pain in the ass as usual." Marianne replied, lightly kicking his leg.
Jonathan just looked at her with a smile, recognizing her reaction — this was one of those moments where she expressed her real feelings without even noticing.
"Right, same as always then." Elizabeth agreed easily, opening the car door.
Hearing that, Jonathan shook his head, still smiling. "You guys talk like I annoy you all the time."
But as soon as he finished speaking, both of them stopped and stared at him silently without saying anything.
"What?" Jonathan just blinked innocently.
"Open the damn car door before I lose my patience and commit a crime." Marianne said, pulling the handle repeatedly.
"Ah~? What kind of crime?" Jonathan leaned closer to her, making her pull away slightly. "How about you kill me by squeezing me with your thig—"
"Shut up, Jonathan!" She yelled, cutting him off, quickly getting in the car and slamming the door.
Smiling amusedly, Jonathan opened the passenger door and got in, meeting Elizabeth's gaze right after putting on his seatbelt.
"What? You want to crush me between your thighs—"
"Shut up, Jonathan." She said, looking away and starting the car.
He just laughed.
...
It was night now, and the atmosphere inside the Davis house was calm as usual.
Walking through the upper floor, Jonathan approached Marianne's bedroom door.
Entering without knocking, he found her in her usual position — hunched over in her chair, playing something.
"Point A! Go to point A!"
She shouted irritably while he quietly walked up to her.
With his hands in his pockets, he watched as she seemed to be playing CS, her hand moving furiously across the keyboard and mouse while she bit her lip in concentration.
"No! No! No! Ah! Damn it! I told you she was in the corner, damn camper bitc—Kyaaah!" Right as she cursed after losing the match, she turned abruptly and screamed, startled, pulling off her headset.
Jonathan smiled faintly, unfazed by that sharp, girlish scream. "Hey."
"Jeez, Jonathan, you almost gave me a heart attack." She leaned back in her chair, exhaling and placing a hand over her chest. "Anyway, what is it? You want something?"
Jonathan opened his mouth, about to say something, but stopped midway, reformulating the phrase as he noticed the opportunity she gave him. "Yeah, I want you." He kept smiling.
But she just gave him a dry look. "I'm serious, if you came here just to bug me, you better get out." She turned her chair back toward the computer.
He then approached and spun her back toward him. "You know I'm not joking." His face stopped just a few centimeters from hers.
She stared at him silently, her face giving nothing away as she looked at him. In the end, she sighed and looked aside. "Alright, alright, whatever." She turned her chair back again.
Looking at her face, he understood the reason for that reaction — after all, she was aware of his interest in Elizabeth, and even though he'd never made it obvious in front of her, she had probably noticed she was his "first target."
That wasn't something that could be easily fixed, if at all, but there was something he could do to make her focus and appreciate instead of feeling inferior or down.
Grabbing her chin abruptly, he turned her back to him and immediately brought his face close, his lips pressing against her soft, moist ones in a gentle kiss.
Just as he was about to deepen the kiss, she pushed him away.
Blinking for a moment, he looked at her face, seeing her looking down, embarrassed.
And seeing that, Jonathan smiled as he spoke in a low tone. "What's wrong~? You're the one who stole my first kiss, remember, why are you getting all shy now~?"
Without looking at him, she shook her head and pushed him again. "Get out."
Realizing she wouldn't change her mind that easily, he didn't insist — not that he planned to go too far anyway — but that didn't mean he was leaving just yet.
"Alright, but before that~" He then started tickling her, making her immediately squirm.
"No! Wait! Kyahahah—Stop!"
She tried to move away, even throwing herself on the floor, but he kept tickling her until she was out of breath from laughing so much.
"Phew~ Mission accomplished. Now I'm going. Good night, Marianne, dream of me~"
With the girl lying face down on the floor while breathing deeply, Jonathan gave one last slap and squeezed her ass as he said goodbye.
She didn't even react, only letting out a faint moan in response.
With him finally leaving the room, she stayed there catching her breath as her thoughts began to drift.
After a moment, she sighed and stood up. "It feels more and more like I'm the man in this relationship," she muttered to herself, realizing how much softer she acted whenever they had that kind of interaction.
While Marianne went back to gaming to distract herself from what had just happened, Jonathan had already arrived at Elizabeth's room.
And just like with Marianne's, he opened the door without knocking.
But stopping at the doorway, he saw Elizabeth standing in the middle of the room.
"What is it?" she asked when she saw him there.
Without saying anything, he silently looked her up and down, tight black shorts highlighting her thighs and ass, along with a simple white blouse falling over her braless breasts.
It was simple, but it was that very simplicity—mixed with the way it fit her body thanks to her curves—that pleased Jonathan.
And she seemed to recognize that look in his eyes when she raised a hand and shook her head slightly. "No, not now, Jonathan."
But it didn't do any good, as he smiled, closed the door behind him, and moved toward her with his arms raised.
"No, Jonathan, stop," she said, lifting her arms as if to hold him back.
However, her attempt proved useless when Jonathan simply pushed her arms aside and grabbed her, pushing her onto the bed behind her.
"Ahhh~" Jonathan let out a moan of satisfaction as he pressed his face between her breasts, even shaking his head from side to side.
"Ugh, you never learn," she said, frowning slightly as she tried to push him away.
Emphasis on tried, because anyone watching from the outside could tell she wasn't really putting much effort into it.
Lifting his head slightly to look at her, he narrowed his eyes at the futile act, but didn't comment this time, deciding to tease her. "You know, I have a question: if I sucked on your breasts when you were pregnant, would they come out milk or chocolate?"
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"…Seriously?" she stopped to ask him with an impassive look, not missing the underlying meaning of his words.
"What? It's an honest question, by the way. I felt something underneath—are you still wearing a bra?" he asked, lifting her shirt.
"Of course not!"
Unfortunately, she stopped him, pulling her shirt back down before he could lift it too much.
Ignoring it, he continued to smile at her. "Yeah, I noticed. Those two have been staring at me since I got here. I wonder if they have a problem with me." Jonathan stared seriously at her nipples, which stood out easily from her blouse, as if they were having a staring contest.
Her face twitched for a moment before she laughed. "Okay, okay, that's enough, get off me." She gave him a light tap on the back.
"And why would I do that? You're soft, smell nice, and you're warm. I'll use you as my pillow tonight," he said, burying his face against her breasts again.
"I'm serious, Jonathan, get off or I'll make you."
"I'd like to see you try—"
Before he could finish, Jonathan blinked as he suddenly found himself flipped over, with her ending up on top of him, pinning his arms above his head.
Blinking for a second, he quickly regained his easy smile. "Oh? You want to be on top this time? Fine by me."
She huffed before smiling faintly, leaning closer so that strands of her short hair fell to the sides of her face. "Don't forget I'm the woman here."
Jonathan chuckled softly, recognizing her repeating the same line from before. "I know that—you really are the woman in this relationship." He then moved quickly, trying to switch positions.
But surprisingly, he couldn't, as she anticipated his move and pinned him again.
Still not giving up, Jonathan tried to change positions again—until she simply caught him in a hold.
She smiled triumphantly from her position on top of him, locking him between her legs, but that smile quickly faded when she saw his grin, immediately realizing why.
"Using grappling against me isn't very smart, not that I'm going to complain~" Jonathan said from his position between her thighs, her thick, soft thighs crushing his cheeks as he had a clear view of her ass, the fabric of her panties underneath was clear to him.
He didn't even understand how he ended up in that weird hold, but he wasn't complaining.
She quickly tried to break free, but he took advantage of the moment and pinned her down instead.
"Kya!" She let out a short, sharp cry and he pinned her beneath him, her upper body touching the bed and her lower body tilted upward. He held her arms behind her back with one hand while his other hand gently held her neck.
"That's better, isn't it~?" He said in a husky tone close to her ear, her face turned to the side as he slowly lowered himself against her ass.
Her eyes followed his descent, heart racing, and just when he touched her, feeling his softness and her stiffness, she couldn't take it anymore and twisted quickly to break free.
Not giving Jonathan any time to react, she pushed him off the bed and continued shoving him until he was out of the room.
Blam!
He blinked as he found himself outside, the door slamming with the wind hitting his face.
Scratching his head, he murmured, "Looks like I hit the limit." It seemed he had reached hers too quickly.
It was kind of funny to him—if it were a kiss, Marianne would be pretty comfortable as long as he didn't push too hard, but with Elizabeth it was intimate physical contact. If he tried the opposite with either, the rejection would be immediate.
Exhaling weakly, he comforted himself by realizing he was making progress, slow but still progress.
"Now just one more to finish the night." He then went down the stairs toward Rachel.
Reaching the lower floor, he looked for the older woman, not seeing her in the living room, though the TV was on, indicating she was there.
Heading to the kitchen, he found her searching for something in the fridge.
"Jonathan? What's up? Came to say good night?" she asked, glancing over her shoulder before returning to the fridge.
"You could say that," he replied calmly, his gaze fixed on her body thanks to the clothes she was wearing.
It was a short black nightgown, a garment that made the curves of the older woman's body unmistakable.
"Really? Just a moment," she replied with a smile, grabbing a wine glass and placing it on the table before moving to a low cabinet, leaning down to pick up another glass.
And the moment she bent down, Jonathan had a clear view of her ass, the thin fabric falling against those soft mounds, he also couldn't see the outline of the panties underneath, which made him understand that she was wearing a thong.
'An impressive sight as always.' Jonathan nodded to himself, hand on his chin, eyes narrowed in focus as he felt blood rush to his groin.
Grabbing a glass, Rachel straightened up, turning to find Jonathan smiling innocently.
"Alright, come here." Setting the glass on the table, she smiled and opened her arms as she approached him.
In response, Jonathan raised his own arms, waiting.
There was something to be said about his relationship with Rachel—unlike Elizabeth and Marianne, he couldn't be so direct in his approach. Unlike those two, Rachel had much more self-control and restraint.
Still, he wouldn't try to grab her without a method.
Since being direct didn't work, he just had to be subtle.
She hugged him, smiling contentedly. "Good night, Jonathan."
With a similar smile, he replied, "Good night." His gaze went over her shoulder, down to those soft mounds, the pleasant scent and feel of her body against his.
And that's when he made his move.
Taking a half step back as if adjusting his position, his leg suddenly buckled as if he lost strength, causing him to lean abruptly backward.
And with that, he ended up pulling her along with him as he suddenly dropped to his knees.
Thanks to their positions, Rachel was forced to lean forward and ended up crushing her breasts against his face.
And since she had lost her balance because of him, Jonathan tried to help her, but ended up "accidentally" grabbing her butt.
In the end, they ended up in that intimate and awkward position.
Blinking silently, Rachel calmly pulled away, removing her breasts from Jonathan's face and looking at him.
"Sorry about that, I think it's from the school burn earlier, I ended up pushing myself too much to dodge a ball," he replied, glancing at his leg before calmly meeting her eyes.
"Sure, a bruise, hmm." She stared at him without changing expression, her tone flat. "Anyway, how long are you going to keep grabbing my ass?"
"Ah, right, my bad." Giving an apologetic smile, he reluctantly let go of her hands, moving them away from that warm softness that had covered them.
Standing up, he adjusted his clothes silently. Raising his eyes, he met Rachel's silent gaze. "What? It was an accident, seriously."
She shot him a sidelong glance, showing all her opinion on the matter. "You already got what you wanted," she said, going to grab the wine and glass, apparently unaware of the double meaning in her words.
He smiled the moment she turned around, his eyes following her ass, his smile fading into a calm, innocent expression as she walked over to him.
She then passed by him, giving a little pat on his chest as a farewell, heading toward the living room.
Slowly regaining his smile, Jonathan put his hands in his pockets and headed back to his room.
"Now I can sleep peacefully." Laughing lightly to himself, he went up the stairs with a sense of mission accomplished, even though this mission was part of a chain of missions.
But as he had said before, he was making progress, one step at a time.