Every Mafia's Favorite Girl novel Chapter 105

Chapter 105: "Positive Response Detected"

Without a word, Isidore leaned in once more.

His lips found Aren’s again, but this time he was the one who initiated the slow, deliberate pull.

Isidore had always excelled at learning through observation.

He prided himself on it.

His mouth repeated the precise movements she had shown him only moments before, capturing her lower lip between his own and drawing on it with measured care.

One gentle pull after another coaxed her lips apart, almost involuntarily. The instant he sensed the opening, he followed it.

Tentatively at first.

Then with growing confidence.

Venturing.

Exploring.

Retaliating.

The sudden change caught Aren completely off guard.

His movements remained slightly rigid, driven more by careful imitation than natural instinct. And yet, there was an unmistakable intensity behind them.

A relentless determination to master whatever she placed before him.

A tiny sound escaped her before she could stop it.

"Mm..."

She was supposed to be the one guiding the lesson. Now, she felt warmth steadily creeping across her cheeks under his increasingly confident assault.

Isidore couldn’t have missed that small, wordless sound.

It wasn’t language.

But it was feedback.

And feedback, to him, was data.

’Positive response detected.’

’Continue.’

More exploratory kisses pressed against her lips, yet one variable kept disrupting his focus.

His hands.

They remained awkwardly planted against the sofa cushions, rigid and purposeless while the rest of him worked.

He considered placing them on her waist.

’What if that tickles her?’

He considered her hips.

’Would that be too invasive?’

Entirely unwilling to make even a minor error, he reluctantly broke the kiss, drawing back just enough to take a quiet breath.

"Signorina."

Aren looked at him, still slightly dazed.

"...Yes?"

His calm eyes searched hers.

"Where am I supposed to place my hands?"

Surprise crossed Aren’s face.

"...Ah."

Her gaze immediately dropped to the hands still lying flat against the sofa.

A gentle smile softened her features.

Gently, she took both of them into her own and guided them toward the place where Caio had always held her.

"You can place them on my hips," she said quietly, settling his palms there.

Her fingers adjusted his larger hands until they rested comfortably against the curve of her body.

"Here... like this."

Isidore offered no resistance, allowing her to arrange him however she deemed appropriate.

Once satisfied with the placement, his fingers curled experimentally around her hips.

"Hm."

’Very soft.’

His gaze drifted upward.

Higher.

Until it settled upon the full curves of her breasts, now nearly level with his eyes in her current position.

"What about here?" he asked evenly.

His tone held no trace of embarrassment, only genuine academic curiosity.

Aren followed his gaze downward.

"Ah..."

A deeper blush spread instantly across her cheeks.

’That is... very intimate...’

She hesitated.

Yet the more she thought about it, the more another memory surfaced.

Whenever Caio had kissed her... his hands almost always found their way there. In fact, he had always seemed remarkably fond of touching her breasts.

After weighing the thought with complete seriousness, she gave the smallest nod.

"There... you can touch me there too."

’Even softer.’

’The subject is responding... exceptionally well.’

’Interesting.’

’Her nipples are becoming harder.’

’What happens if I... try this?’

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