In the kitchen, Harry hugged Luna and kissed her continuously. Luna had a dazed expression and she let him taste her tender little mouth.
Below, Harry's hands were rubbing her thighs. Every time he rubbed her, the girl felt as if she was electrocuted. Her body trembled violently, and her legs were too weak to stand. She relied on Harry's support to prevent herself from collapsing and sitting down.
Being bullied from both ends like this, her mind was in a mess and she could no longer think.
Gradually, Harry became a little dissatisfied with this. He rubbed Luna's thigh with his palm, and then squeezed his fingers into the edge of the hole in her jeans.
When cutting the hole before, Harry chose a relatively high position, so this time he directly touched the underwear inside. The girl in his arms shuddered and subconsciously wanted to slap his evil hand away, but the pleasure of having her thigh touched made her reluctant to do it.
While she was hesitating, Harry had already hit her soft spot.
The girl vaguely felt that his fingers were pressing against her underwear, scratching her skin gently with his fingertips. Suddenly, the numbing feeling made her mind go blank.
Harry was tasting Luna's little mouth. Although the girl was like a piece of wood and didn't know how to respond, he still couldn't stop kissing her for the second time.
Suddenly, the girl in his arms convulsed violently, and then collapsed in his arms, motionless.
Harry opened his eyes and looked at the unconscious girl. Although he was burning with desire and felt uncomfortable all over, he still suppressed his restlessness, picked up the girl, and carried her out of the kitchen.
Harry directly carried Luna into his room and laid her on his bed.
Looking at the girl who still had an extremely beautiful face even after falling asleep, Harry had a strong urge to bully her. However, attacking an unconscious girl was a bit beyond his bottom line, so after hesitating for a while, Harry turned around and left the room.
He was afraid that if he stayed with the girl any longer, he would lose control of himself.
After being unconscious for about ten minutes, Luna slowly woke up.
When she opened her eyes, she saw a strange room. She recalled what happened before she fell into a coma. Her eyes widened and she quickly sat up to check her body. She breathed a sigh of relief when she found that she was well dressed and there was nothing wrong with her body.
Luna was not hurt at all. She was scared but also a little surprised, as if the other party was not completely bad.
She touched the hole in her jeans at her thigh, a blush spreading across her cheeks.
Shaking her head to suppress the strange emotions in her heart, she looked around the room with a strong curiosity in her eyes.
It was her interest to pry into other people's privacy, even if that person was Harry, no, if it was Harry, her interest would be even stronger.
Because she had always been humiliated by Harry, if she could know some of Harry's secrets, Luna felt that it would be great even if she could not get rid of his entanglement with her.
After convincing herself, she stood up and searched around the room, first looking for the trash can. She wanted to see if there were any suspicious clumps of tissue paper inside, but unfortunately there weren't any.
Luna put away her phone with a look of regret.
By the way, I heard that boys would put dolls under their beds.
Thinking of this, she lay down again, knelt on the ground and looked under the bed.
Harry happened to come in at this time and saw her lying on the ground with her buttocks raised, as if looking for the secret under her bed. She didn't realize that her waist was exposed.
The girl's posture makes her buttocks more conspicuous, and her originally loose jeans are tightened because of this. Her round and firm buttocks sway gently because of the girl's movements at the moment, and combined with her exposed white waist, everything seems to be calling out silently to herself.
The fire that had just been extinguished in Harry's heart suddenly rose again. He felt very unbearable and swallowed hard.
Luna was lying on her stomach checking under the bed when she suddenly caught a glimpse of a pair of feet behind her. She was so scared that she immediately stood up and faced Harry, feeling nervous and embarrassed, as well as having a guilty conscience.
Seeing this, Harry teased, "You are so eager to lift your butt, are you waiting for me?"
Low-quality people who talk nonsense are the embodiment of scum.
Luna's pretty face turned red, but she was rarely angry. After hesitating for a moment, she said to him, "Harry, you didn't do anything to me after I passed out, which proves that you still have some conscience. Please don't do this again, okay? We are classmates, and I don't want to visit you in prison in the future."
"You actually still have the idea of visiting me in prison. It seems that you still have me in your heart." Harry looked as if he was saying, "You still care about me."
Luna said speechlessly, "Can't you just speak normally?"
"Is it normal? It's OK." Harry smiled slightly and stared at her as if she were his prey. "You said I didn't attack you after I passed out. That's true, but do you want to know why?"
Luna was terrified by his stare, but she couldn't help asking, "What's the reason?"
"Because I like you to be awake." Harry said meaningfully and suddenly moved closer, quickly coming in front of the girl and grabbing her arm.
Luna was so surprised that she stepped back, but there was a bed behind her, and she soon had nowhere to retreat. She looked at Harry weakly: "What do you want to do? Let me go."
"Weren't you very proud just now? Are you scared now?" Harry asked mockingly without letting her go.
The girl gritted her teeth and stared at him angrily.
Harry snorted and reached out to touch her thigh.
When Luna saw him touching her legs, she frowned and was about to get angry, but suddenly she snorted and her pretty face turned red.
Harry teased, "It seems like you really like me touching your legs. Your face is so red, could it be that I am touching you and you are feeling something?"
"Nonsense, I'm not excited!" the girl retorted angrily, but her tone became rapid and her chest kept heaving.
"You're still saying no, but look at yourself in the mirror, you look so sexy."
Harry released his hand that was holding her arm, pinched her delicate chin, and forced her to turn her head to look at the mirror.
Luna saw her own beautiful face in the mirror and her eyes were about to burst into tears. She was stunned for a moment.
Harry took the opportunity to pinch the part of her leg where his signature was.
"Hmmm..." Luna felt like her sensitive parts were attacked and she opened her mouth to let out a cute moan. She saw herself in the mirror looking aroused just because Harry touched her legs, and she felt ashamed for a moment.
"Do you admit that you are a pervert?" Harry asked in her ear with evil humor.
"This is not me, this is not me..." Luna shook her head violently, murmured softly in disbelief.
Seeing this, Harry pushed her down on the bed, then climbed onto the bed and knelt beside her.
Harry's hands were still touching her legs. He leaned over and looked at the cute girl who blushed because her legs were touched. He smiled wickedly and ordered, "Open your mouth and stick out your tongue."