The Omnistore System

Chapter 220 Private things to do in privacy (R-18)

“Why can’t I sit there?” Keith’s voice carried an edge of frustration as she glared at her older sister, occupying the front seat next to her.

“Don’t ask me, ask Grandma or Uncle Robert. They insisted on sitting back there. If you want to sit with your lover, just ask them to get up,” Keyana retorted, her gaze fixed on the road ahead. Benny, seated beside her, maneuvered the sizable armored car, accommodating four occupants in the front with his bald friend and an additional four in the middle row.

Kevin, Viana, and Robert—whom Kevin suspected to be gay, Aunt Yelena’s husband—filled the back three seats, while the middle row hosted Zaria, Arya, Arya’s husband, Dina’s husband, Ben, who had for some unknown reason chosen to sit with Zaria with here privacy shields on.

Kevin’s gaze darted between Keith, who looked frustrated and jealous, seeing him sitting near Viana, who remained absorbed in the view outside, and the unsettling presence of another person in their row. Unlike Viana, who observed the passing scenery, this individual fixated on Kevin, causing an uncomfortable tension to hang in the air.

Enduring this awkwardness for over three hours began to wear on Kevin’s patience. Initially hoping the person would avert their gaze, he found their unwavering stare increasingly unnerving. Fidgeting discreetly, Kevin sought the button beside his seat and leaned towards Viana, whispering, “Could you activate a privacy shield for a moment?”

Robert arched an eyebrow in response to Kevin’s request, his curiosity piqued. Viana, surprised by the unexpected request, subtly pressed a button located next to her seat. Almost instantly, black shields surrounded them, encasing their area while leaving a portion open between Kevin and Viana.

Amidst the shield’s activation, Kevin discovered a surprising functionality. Although designed as an emergency escape port, it doubled as a private shield. This armored vehicle boasted numerous features beyond a mere military vehicle. Benny had previously mentioned its primary usage: shuttling high-profile individuals around the city. While not heavily armed due to city regulations, it prioritized defense and was significantly more cost-effective than its weaponized counterparts.

The Demtia family, known for their innovations, had modified the vehicle, enhancing its defensive capabilities. Their alterations made it resilient, requiring even Qi Condensation stage cultivators to focus their attacks on a specific point to breach its defenses.

With the privacy shields activated, a sense of seclusion enveloped their space within the vehicle. It was an unexpected but welcome feature, allowing Kevin and Viana a semblance of privacy during their journey.

“Why did you ask me to activate the private shields?” Viana inquired, her confusion evident.

Kevin lowered the headrest of her chair, his hand lightly squeezing her thigh. “To have a bit of privacy, obviously,” he replied, a playful tone lacing his words.

Amused by his response, Viana smiled and chuckled softly. “Privacy for what, exactly?” she prodded, clearly entertained by Kevin’s intention.

Kevin grinned, originally planning to wait and be more discreet, but the intensity of Robert’s gaze made him reconsider. Without much concern for what Robert might think, he decided to proceed, knowing that within the privacy shield—equipped with soundproofing—no prying eyes or ears could penetrate their space. The privacy provided by the shield was ample assurance that their conversation would remain confidential, shielded from any external scrutiny.

Listening to Viana’s inquiries, Kevin couldn’t help but feel a mix of amusement and suspicion. It seemed like every element of this scenario was tailor-made to push him into a situation with Viana. First, she deliberately sat in the back with him, and now, the discovery of the privacy shield with its soundproofing capabilities felt like a deliberate setup, orchestrating an opportunity for a private encounter.

“Well, you tell me, what can we do in private?” Kevin teased, a playful smirk on his lips as he scanned the console for a potential solution. “Do you know any button that closes the gap between our seats?” he muttered, searching for a way to bring them closer.

Viana’s gaze fell upon a button adorned with two armrest icons. With a press, the armrests retracted, smoothly gliding down as their seats shifted closer, closing the distance between them. Observing Kevin’s surprise, she playfully remarked, “There are many, but I can only think of one at a moment.” Her hand reached for his, guiding it onto her thigh and sliding it further between them.

Unfortunately, Viana, like everyone else, donned armor-like attire, preventing Kevin from touching her soft skin. Yet, despite the barrier of their clothes, he savored the sensation, relishing the texture of her soft mass through it.

“And what’s that?” Kevin inquired with a mischievous smirk, observing his hand making its way further.

“Can’t you guess?” Viana replied cryptically, guiding his hand onward. Slowly, just as it seemed to head towards an expected destination, she redirected it, guiding it up under her long, open jacket. The anticipation surged as Kevin’s hand encountered the supple, bare skin of her stomach. The touch was different from her thighs, curvier and remarkably softer, sending a thrill through Kevin’s senses.

“I can,” Kevin smirked, playfully releasing his hand from hers. Swiftly, one hand slipped around her waist, the other under her legs, effortlessly lifting her onto his lap. With a recline of his seat, he positioned her comfortably, suggesting, “But let’s engage in other private matters before that.”

Viana found herself taken aback by the sudden shift, settling between his legs and leaning back against him. “Do I really need to be sitting in your lap for that?” she asked, adjusting her position for comfort.

“Absolutely. The proximity adds a certain intimacy to our private things we are gonna do, which is private talking,” Kevin explained, his hands tracing towards her covered breasts, confined within a sports bra. However, Kevin wasn’t a fan of her choice of undergarment. The sports bra, designed more for tomboys, didn’t do justice to Viana’s curvaceous figure.

It was evident that the sports bra struggled to contain her ample, slightly sagging bosom, the fabric stretched taut, barely holding the weight of her breasts, with the lower edge skimming just an inch above her navel. The ill-suited undergarment hinted at the challenge of maintaining her ample assets within its confines, a discomfort that didn’t escape Kevin’s observation.

Viana glanced down at Kevin’s hands resting on her breasts, squeezing them lightly before releasing and lifting an eyebrow. “What kind of private conversation requires you to squeeze my boobs?”

Kevin maintained the pressure, adjusting his grip expertly, ensuring each finger held her breast in a strategic position—three fingers encompassing the lower section while the other two settled above, the nipple nestled between his forefinger and middle finger. He applied a perfect squeeze, encompassing every inch with a single motion. “The more intimate kind,” he replied, his touch deliberate and confident.

Viana, unimpressed with his evasive response, cut through the ambiguity. “Don’t beat around the bush. Let’s just have sex.”

Kevin wasn’t taken aback by Viana’s directness, but he didn’t feel inclined to dive into that territory just yet. Instead, he skillfully freed her breasts from the constraints of her bra, allowing them to jiggle out as he resumed his gentle squeezing. “We have a whole two days for that. Let’s start by catching up while we set the mood. How about we begin with something simple: what’s your favorite color?” he asked, a playful smile gracing his lips.

lightsΝοvεl ?οm Though Viana found his tactic irritating, she contained her annoyance, especially as she felt the sensation of her milky, weighty breasts now unrestrained and subject to his touch. Suppressing her irritation, she responded, “Golden.”

“Like your hair, huh?” Kevin nodded, his fingers continuing their rhythmic squeezing while delicately teasing her nipples, coaxing the pink buds to stiffen. “So, what’s your favorite thing to eat?” he inquired, his voice maintaining a casual tone amidst the intimate setting.

Viana found herself relaxing further into Kevin’s touch, leaning more on him as her hands rested gently on his thighs. She allowed his hands to continue their gentle massage on her breasts, taking a moment to ponder his question before responding, “I think it’s pink veil grapes.”

“Really? What do they taste like?” Kevin asked, a hint of surprise coloring his voice, intrigued by this new revelation.

“Sweety, soft, with a touch of sourness and a hint of red pepper, a bit tangy,” Viana described, reminiscing about the unique flavor.

Curious to experience it vicariously, Kevin imagined the taste on his tongue, the idea eliciting a watering sensation in his mouth. “Sounds mouthwatering, just like these,” he remarked, his gaze lingering on her now-hardened pink buds.

“I don’t know, I’ve never tasted these,” Viana admitted, watching as Kevin gently squeezed her nipple between his fingers.

“Then let’s compare,” Kevin proposed, guiding her breast closer to her own mouth. “Go on, give them a taste,” he encouraged, a playful tone in his voice.

The suggestion was unexpected, and Viana had never considered such an act. Kevin’s intrigue had sparked a curiosity she hadn’t known existed. With intrigued eyes, she hesitantly opened her mouth, allowing her pink, rosy nipple to come into contact with her tongue, an act she had never fathomed doing before.