Reborn as an Evolving Space Monster: Harem Of Otherworldly Beauties

Chapter 112: Top Or Bottom?

The Paru’s tongue stroked Liz’s erect nipple for a moment, causing her to moan.

He pulled back, taking a moment to admire her beautiful body.

Each curve, each line, and each muscle fiber had been trained beautifully and diligently, again and again.

Her perky breasts stood upright and proud, covered by very little fat. The same was true for her midsection and her impressive abdominal muscles, which contracted each time that he made her quiver or moan.

Liz breathed heavily, her arms pinned to the ground, waiting for the Paru’s next move, for his touch.

The Paru’s hands slowly moved up her arms without decreasing the downward pressure exerted on them.

His right hand moved to her waist, his index finger moving up and down, to the right and to the left, alongside the lines of her nicely carved and toned abdominals.

His left hand stroked its way down from her shoulder to her breast.

He couldn’t look away from her, nor look away.

Each time that a gasp exited her mouth, he felt the grasp she and her body had on him grow stronger.

‘This is… Dangerous.’

Indeed, it was.

Outside of the spaceship, on the surface of Serolia, where lightning could strike at any moment, where all kinds of Viseros could appear from anywhere. From behind them, from below the ground, from the skies… Danger was everywhere.

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His hand lay on Liz’s nape as he moved closer to kiss her.

Danger was everywhere. Both were aware of that fact.

But after having defeated the Apex Predator of Serolia while sustaining minimal injuries, both felt on top of the world.

No matter what appeared, they would be able to deal with it. They had already dealt with a Giganto Zilla. In other words,

“Haaa… Haaa…” The Paru pulled back, leaving Liz breathing heavily.

Nothing was a danger for them. Or, at least, it felt that way.

As she breathed heavily, the Soldier’s trained mind raced.

Liz thought of every way it could go wrong. Of every Species of Visero that could appear. Of every event that could occur.

And she thought of a way to deal with each one of those events.

Within reach was her bag filled with weapons. If it appeared from beyond the crystalline structure that was hiding the Giganto Zilla’s corpse from them, she would reach for the mechanical machete that lay next to her. If it appeared from… If it appeared from… Then this… Then that…

By the time that the Paru’s lips approached hers again, Liz had run dozens of simulations inside her mind.

She felt her nerves calm down.

And as the Paru’s tongue met hers, Liz realized that all those simulations were nothing more than an excuse. She wanted to enjoy this and nothing more. Even if she were to notice something approaching in the distance, she would let it approach until the last moment, to enjoy this for as long as possible.

To enjoy this, and what was to come.

The Paru pulled back, and just when he was about to reach for the Soldier’s pants, Liz’s hands grabbed hold of his wrist.

‘What…?’

The next second, her right leg was on his shoulder. Her left leg, on the opposite side of his body, pushed in the opposite direction as the right leg.

“Ha!” Liz chuckled, a playful smile on her face.

It had taken less than a second.

The Paru’s lips curled upwards. His back was on the ground. She was back on top.

Her hands held him by the wrists, pinning them to the ground.

A drop of sweat went down her well-training body, and hung to her nipple for a moment, before dropping onto his stomach.

‘A challenge, huh?’

The facial expression on Liz was exactly that of a challenge.

While pinning his hands and arms, she moved forward to kiss his neck, just like he had hers.

Being on top was natural for Liz. It was what she was used to.

She wanted to be at the bottom. She wanted to…

Well, not exactly.

“Ouh…” The Paru relaxed back as she aggressively kissed his neck. He could feel the pants growing tighter and tighter over his rising member.

Liz didn’t simply want to be at the bottom. She didn’t simply want someone to be in the driver’s seat.

“You like that?” Liz asked as she moved away from his neck and kissed his chest, looking him dead in the eyes, a playful and provocative expression on her face.

The Paru immediately felt his bulge grow stronger, and he could feel the tight pants over him struggling to keep him contained inside of them.

Feeling his arms starting to push against her hands pinning them, she pulled back and put more of her weight on them.

The Paru smiled as he used more of his strength, and Liz wrapped her legs around his, passing through the space below them.

Liz grinned playfully, challenging him to turn it around.

She didn’t simply want to be on the bottom.

She wanted someone to make her feel like being on the bottom.

Someone worthy of being in the driver’s seat…

The Paru moved forward, fighting against her push with straight strength, until his back was straight and perpendicular to the ground.

Her legs wrapped around his waist. Her back was straight and perpendicular to the ground as well.

Liz stroked his cheek and neck. She could feel the push of his throbbing bulge against her crotch.

The Paru moved forward further, so that her back would reach the ground again, but Liz wouldn’t let that happen.

Using her arms and legs, she broke the Paru’s balance again, and his back was on the ground.

“Just stay there, alright?” Liz teased as she kissed his chest again while looking into his eyes.

The Soldier would wrestle with all her might to be on top, to remain on top.

She would wrestle to win and to make sure she doesn’t lose… Even though she wanted to.

Liz wrestles, despite wanting him to win.

‘There’s only one thing to do then…’

To rise to the challenge, and get on top.