NOVEL NEXT Chapter 35: First Kiss
The intimacy between them had increased because of today's incident, but the overall intimacy level was still -20, indicating her lingering vigilance. At this level, any attempt to pursue a relationship with Elena would be futile.
But fate had given him such a perfect opportunity! Elena's current state was clearly one of drunken confusion.
Women in this state were the most vulnerable—physically weakened by alcohol and mentally disoriented, yet their bodies often became more sensitive under its influence.
Elena was undoubtedly in this state now. Harry could feel her complete drunkenness—her body limp, her consciousness fragmented, and her speech slurred. Elena who had always guarded herself around him as if he were a predator now clung to him without reservation, sobbing uncontrollably in his arms.
After a moment of hesitation, Harry finally mustered the courage to tentatively wrap his trembling arms around Elena's soft, graceful body.
"Elena, it's okay. With me here, no one can bully you! It's okay, don't be afraid. Cry as much as you need..."
Feeling Harry's gentle embrace, Elena's previously limp body tensed slightly. She struggled weakly, murmuring, "Let me go... what are you doing... let me go... don't... get away..."
Caught off guard by her sudden reaction, Harry quickly tightened his hold and comforted her softly, "Elena, it's okay! Everything's over now! It's me, your brother-in-law! I'm taking you home!"
He gently patted her back, and Elena gradually relaxed, her body slumping limply in his arms as she mumbled incoherently, as if in a dream.
Harry waited for a moment, noticing that Elena seemed to have fallen asleep. Summoning his courage, he took a deep breath, carefully adjusted her head to rest on his shoulder, and gazed at the beautiful girl in his arms, his breathing growing rapid.
Elena's delicate features—her big eyes, long lashes, straight nose, smooth, snow-white skin, and those slightly parted, pink lips with a faint trace of alcohol—were irresistible.
"Gulp~~~" Staring at Elena's alluring lips, Harry licked his own and slowly leaned in.
Their lips brushed lightly, and Harry felt as if an electric current had shot through him, sending a shiver of excitement through his body. The soft, delicate touch left him intoxicated.
Harry had originally intended to take advantage of Elena's drunken state and give her just a light kiss. But as soon as their lips touched, he lost control.
The burning desire in his heart overwhelmed him, and he suddenly took hold of Elena's soft, tender pink lips, sucking gently.
A sweet, youthful fragrance, mingled with the faint scent of alcohol, filled his senses. Harry kissed her passionately, his hands tightening around Elena's delicate body.
Slowly, his fingers crept under her short sleeves, stroking the smooth, delicate skin of her waist before tentatively moving upward.
"Hmm~~~" Elena moaned unconsciously, her hands flailing slightly. Harry froze, quickly pulling back and nervously watching his sister-in-law, afraid she might suddenly wake up.
[Current state: sleeping, unconscious]
[Complete achievement: Sister-in-law Elena's first kiss, reward appearance +5 (80 pleasing to the eye)]
Seeing that Elena remained unconscious and having been rewarded with appearance, Harry grew bolder.
Elena was wearing a white T-shirt with a sweetheart neckline and lettering. From his position, Harry could vaguely catch a glimpse of the soft, snow-white skin peeking out from the slightly open collar.
Excitement coursed through him as he tentatively lifted Elena's collar. The sight of her deep cleavage made his eyes widen, and he couldn't look away.
Despite her youthful, slender figure, Elena's breasts were full, round, firm, and delicate, with a perfect shape. Their tender, pale hue exuded the freshness of youth.
Her soft, full breasts were snugly wrapped in a light blue, cute bra, rising and falling gently with her breathing. Harry estimated they were a C cup—no smaller than his wife, and possibly even slightly larger.
After confirming once more that Elena was still asleep, Harry slowly slid his hand under the hem of her shirt. Tentatively, he moved upward, slipping his fingers under the soft cotton bra to gently grasp her full, round breast.
Harry was careful not to use too much force, fearing he might wake her. He simply held her soft, firm breast in his palm, pressing lightly and caressing gently, savoring the warm, delicate texture. Squinting with pleasure, Harry felt as though he were intoxicated by the sensation.
As his kneading grew more deliberate, Elena's breathing gradually quickened. Seeing that she still hadn't woken, Harry grew even bolder. No longer satisfied with touching her through the bra, he slowly slipped his fingers inside, gently pressing and kneading her beautiful breast with his thumb and index finger.
Without the barrier of the bra, the sensation was even more intense—her skin was delicate yet firm, soft yet elastic, smooth but not greasy, carrying the unique tenderness of a young girl. The intimate, flesh-to-flesh contact filled Harry's palms with an exquisite, real touch.
After a while, Harry shifted his hands to push Elena's breasts upward. The already tight bra squeezed them even more, causing them to swell. With a bit more force, Harry lifted the bra, and Elena's plump, round breasts sprang free like little rabbits.
Her full, snow-white breasts stood proudly. Harry lifted Elena's shirt with rapid breaths, greedily admiring her perfect, round breasts. They were the shape of ripe watermelons—firm and round even without support, a trait unique to adolescent girls still in development.
Typically, breasts of a C cup would show some sagging, but Elena's remained perfectly round and firm, her skin tight and smooth.
Her nipples, still pink and tender due to her youth, appeared small and delicate compared to the fullness of her breasts. The areola was small as well, just a faint pink circle barely covering the nipple.