After scolding Luna, she wanted to push Harry away and run away, but Harry grinned, "Don't move, or I will accidentally cut your pants and you will have to go home naked."
At this moment, his scissors were still biting the edge of the hole in his jeans, as if they would cut it at any time.
Luna's body froze, not daring to move. When she thought of the scene of her pants being cut, she panicked, because Harry, this pervert, might really do such a thing.
"What on earth do you want to do?" Luna glared at Harry. She covered the holes in her jeans tightly to avoid exposing her thighs.
"Didn't I just tell you that I'm just signing your thigh?" Harry said innocently, "And I also promised you that I won't take off your pants. Why are you reacting so strongly?"
Luna was so angry that her teeth were itching. Could it be that this was her fault?
Harry didn't want to waste time on this matter, because he was still waiting for Luna to cook for him, so he began to threaten the girl, "Hurry up and let me sign, otherwise I will cut it off."
He kept pointing the scissors at the girl's thigh and deliberately poked the zipper of her jeans with the tip of the scissors.
"Hmm~~"
Maybe it hit a strange spot, but the girl suddenly let out a charming moan from her nose. She subconsciously clamped her legs together, her pretty face flushed, and she looked at him with shame and anger.
Harry ignored the girl's angry gaze. Instead, he placed the tip of the scissors on the zipper with interest and moved it up and down. Then, he bit the zipper head with the tip of the scissors and slowly dragged it down.
"don't want!"
Luna quickly released her hands that were covering her thighs, and pressed her hands tightly on the zipper of her crotch, also pressing the hateful scissors there.
"Cover yourself well, or I'll cut your pants if you let the scissors drop."
Harry smiled evilly, then he loosened the scissors, took out a sex marker, and signed his name on Luna's thigh.
Feeling the tip of the pen sliding across the delicate skin of her thigh, the girl didn't know whether she was afraid or nervous. Her whole body was shaking and her face was flushed. She really wanted to stop Harry's rude behavior, but she was afraid that the scissors would fall.
After hesitating for a while, the girl finally turned her head away in shame and silently endured Harry signing on her thigh.
The signature was completed quickly. Harry put away the marker and looked at the white thigh where his name was written in black pen. He felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction, as if this was his own private property.
He couldn't help but reach out and touch the signature area. The moment of contact, he clearly felt how smooth and tender Luna's thighs were. They were soft and elastic, and felt so good to the touch that he couldn't help but pinch them.
"Hmm..." Luna raised her chin and snorted, blushing and saying, "You said you would only sign autographs!"
"Oh, sorry, I couldn't help myself because you are so charming."
Harry smiled apologetically and really took his hand away. Finally, he stood up and took a few steps back, saying nonchalantly, "Okay, Luna, start cooking. I'm very hungry."
Luna's pretty face flushed, and she looked at him in confusion, not understanding why he suddenly became so easy to talk to.
However, she still did not dare to let her guard down and looked at Harry carefully. She was even more reluctant to turn around. If she turned her back to Harry, he might put his face on her butt again.
"Student Luna, I'm very hungry." Harry emphasized when he saw that she didn't move.
Luna looked at him with complicated eyes, and finally turned around to cook, because if Harry forced it, her resistance would not be of much use.
Just as she was about to pour the oil into the pot, Luna suddenly stopped. She felt that the part of her thigh that Harry had signed just now was a little itchy. She couldn't help but rub it with her hand. It felt inexplicably comfortable, so she couldn't help but rub it a few more times. Her breathing became rapid.
What's going on? Why does it feel good to rub my legs? Ah, what should I do if I don't want to stop? Harry is watching.
Luna's face showed a look of struggle, then she bit her lips and kept rubbing her thighs with her hands. She was afraid of being discovered, so she was very careful in her movements, but she was still discovered by Harry.
Harry deliberately asked: "What are you doing?"
The girl was startled, but she didn't stop rubbing her thigh. She just said in panic: "No, nothing, I'm cooking."
"Nonsense, you were clearly rubbing your thighs, I saw it all."
Harry pointed at her thigh and said, then walked up to her and squatted behind her, leaning his head to her side to admire the girl's action of rubbing her legs from a close distance.
Looking at the plump thigh with his name written on it, which was being constantly stroked by the girl's small hands, Harry felt something strange inside.
"No, I don't, I just... feel a little itchy." Luna said panting quickly, and then suddenly half closed her almond-shaped eyes, as if she had no intention of paying attention to him, and kept rubbing her thigh with her hands.
She felt her emotions were rising little by little, but they were always just a little short, which made her secretly anxious.
At this time, Luna's mind was in a mess and she had no sense of shame, so she was completely unaware of how outrageous her behavior was.
Harry was also secretly amazed. It really was a sexual marker. The effect was too good. If he wrote his name on some sensitive parts, the girl would probably read it to herself in front of him without hesitation.
However, Harry also observed that Luna seemed a little anxious. She kept touching her legs, but still looked unsatisfied.
Harry suddenly thought of something. Maybe it was his own name that was signed. Only with his help could she truly reach the peak.
Thinking of this, Harry swallowed his saliva, put his hand up, and touched her thigh skin from the hole in her jeans. Luna's body trembled, and she turned back to look at him shyly: "What are you doing?"
"I'm helping you."
After Harry finished speaking seriously, he began to stroke her thigh. Luna opened her mouth to say something, but suddenly she started to wake up and closed her eyes again, with a satisfied expression on her face.
While massaging her legs, Harry couldn't help but put his face on Luna's jeans, feeling the perfect pertness underneath the jeans, and felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart.
"Don't...touch...my butt."
The girl began to talk nonsense, her hands firmly on the stove, slightly raised on tiptoes, as if cooperating with him playing with her back.
Harry rubbed against her for a while, vaguely smelling a dampness, and a surge of evil fire suddenly rose in his heart.
He was no longer satisfied with simply taking advantage of her, so he stood up and turned the almost unconscious girl over to face him.
He continued to rub her thighs with one hand, while with the other hand he wrapped his arms around the girl's slender waist, and moved his lips over to cover her small mouth to taste her carefully.
"Um..."
The girl moaned, but was powerless to stop him. Instead, her emotions continued to rise. She twisted her sexy waist and couldn't help but press her towering breasts against Harry's chest in front of her.