The recent conversation with Rimuru and Shuna had already stoked a potent excitement within Rin. Today, he had finally acknowledged a truth about himself: as long as a person presented as a woman, regardless of their past life's gender, he was drawn to them, compelled to "do his deed." While Rimuru didn't quite fall into the category of "woman" yet, his genderless new body, combined with Rin's own manipulations making him increasingly beautiful, ignited a thrilling anticipation. But for now, he would set that aside. His immediate excitement stemmed from Shuna's presence, from the tantalizing insights he gleaned from her thoughts, particularly how her vivid imagination was utterly blinded by her love for him.
Rin turned around, embracing her, pulling her close. Their eyes met, locking in the dimming light of the room. Slowly, he reached out, his fingers gently touching her chin. Their lips met, soft and tentative at first. The lingering taste of the tea they had shared, a faint bitterness mingled with subtle sweetness, seemed to appear in their minds as their lips briefly parted.
Shuna, her mind a whirlwind of sensation, had no idea what to do next. Rin, sensing her blissful confusion, took the lead. "Shuna," he murmured, her name a tender caress.
"Rin-dono," she whispered back, her voice thick with affection, calling his name as if it were a sacred word.
Again, their lips found each other, this time with a deeper, more resolute intensity. Rin parted her lips, gently inserting his tongue. Shuna gasped, a tiny sound of surprise escaping her, but she instinctively yielded, allowing him full entry. As Rin's tongue explored the soft cavern of her mouth, a sensation unlike anything she had ever known blossomed within her—an indescribable pleasure stemming from his unique kiss, a sweet torment that stole her breath.
As the kiss deepened, a strange, overwhelming feeling began to build within Shuna, forcing a desperate need to pull away. It wasn't a desire to stop, but an urge to escape the rising tide of sensation. She felt an unfamiliar moisture gathering between her legs, her vagina beginning to throb, a distinct feeling as if something vital was about to erupt. Rin, aware of her every rising sensation through her thoughts, didn't relent. He kept their kiss unbroken, intensifying it further. Shuna's mind reeled, consumed entirely by the chaotic symphony of her body's reactions. Rin, listening to her inner turmoil, felt his own excitement surge.
Then, with a soft whimper that was lost in the depths of their kiss, Shuna finally climaxed. A warm, sticky release flowed down her legs, a silent testament to the intensity of her pleasure.
Their lips finally parted, a thin strand of saliva connecting them before breaking. Shuna, momentarily dazed, lifted her gaze to Rin. A soft glare, a flicker of bewildered annoyance, touched her eyes, but Rin merely smiled, a knowing, triumphant curve to his lips. He pulled her into a brief, tight hug, then gently pushed her towards the bed.
Shuna's cheeks flushed a deeper crimson as Rin, with practiced ease, began to shed his upper garments, revealing his toned physique. All the annoyance she had felt just moments ago dissipated like mist. Her body began to heat up once more, a fiery warmth spreading through her veins. Rin slowly began to undress her, his fingers deftly working the ties of her elegant dress, but he didn't strip her completely, leaving a tantalizing hint of clothing.
His hands moved to her chest, cupping her breasts. They might not have been as ample as some, but in the hands of Rin, they felt perfectly sized, a soft, yielding fullness that filled his palms. Shuna blushed even harder, a wave of sensual pleasure washing over her. Yet, amidst the rising tide of desire, a fleeting thought of sadness, a comparison to Shion's more impressive endowments, crossed her mind, and her expression subtly faltered.
Rin, reading her thoughts, caught the subtle shift in her expression. A flicker of teasing amusement danced in his eyes. "They're not as big as Shion's," he murmured, his voice low.
Shuna's blush intensified at his words, a fresh wave of embarrassment washing over her. She opened her mouth to retort, but Rin cut her off, his voice soft, almost intimate. "But," he continued, his thumb gently caressing the soft flesh of her breast, "they're enough for my hands. Like they were meant to be held by me."
All the negative feelings, the fleeting annoyance and sadness his first words had invoked, vanished instantly. Despite the blatant cheesiness of his words, a strange, profound happiness bloomed in Shuna's chest. She delivered a soft, playful punch to his arm, a gentle, powerless jab that was more flirtation than anger.
Rin chuckled, leaning down to claim her lips once more. As their kiss deepened, he reached out and, with a flick of his wrist, extinguished the lamp, plunging the room into a soft, inviting darkness. This was just the beginning. The night stretched before them, full of affection, pleasure, and a relentless exploration of each other's bodies.