Novel & Cerita Tanjiro Kamado Shirtless

“I wonder if you’ve improved at all.” “Enough talk,” Damon replied, already reaching for the hem of his shirt. He pulled it over his head in one fluid motion, tossing it aside. His torso was lean but muscular, marked with a few scars from previous battles. I’d seen him shirtless plenty of times over the years, but it was still an impressive sight. Not to be outdone, Andrei removed his shirt as well, letting it drop to the ground at his feet. My mouth went dry as, unbidden, thoughts of seeing him completely nude with his cock inside of me just days ago flitted through my mind.

After the first three classes of the day, Gia and I were on our way to lunch when Cam called out to us from across the field. "Maddie, Gia! Wait up." He called, making us whip our heads around hastily. We saw him jogging towards us completely shirtless, and only in loose shorts, sweat dripping down toned pecs and visible ridges of abs. "Wowza." Gia whistled. "I take back everything I said about not being interested in college boys. Mads, do me a favor and hit that." I laughed. "cool it, horny bestie." "Your face is as red as a tomato, so I know you're definitely seeing what I'm seeing." Gia remarked. "do I detect a-"

"I want you. I want you inside me." He smirks and takes off his own t-shirt, throwing it aside. He is now completely shirtless, his muscled and toned torso on display. I want to run my tongue over his tats so badly. The Japanese characters on his torso, what do they even mean? I trace the tattoo with my index finger. Mason hisses at the contact.

I’m not kidding. Then I zoomed in on another picture and paused. His shirt looked… wrong? Like, off. I looked up and— My brain short-circuited. He was shirtless. Standing there in front of everyone, abs glistening like they’d been painted on, tattoos crawling across his chest and arm — a massive bird spreading its wings like it could fly off his skin. I forgot to breathe. And then people started screaming. Phones came up, girls pushed forward, and I was right there with them.

It was of Hibiki but young in a crisp blue 70s style police uniform leaning against a red Jeep. “If I have to dress up in a kimono, you three need to get a uniform like grandpa’s.” Riko teased. “Only if we can get and use the handcuffs too.” I winked. My brothers laughed while our girl blushed. She’s still shy about some things, but we all know our girl is kinky as fuck when she wants to be. “Awe, this picture is so sweet.” Riko glossed over my comment to gush over the next picture.

He continued guiding the route and I continued following him but…. I had to stop myself and guess, close my eyes too. Out of nowhere, he starts taking off his shirt and then his white t-shirt which he was wearing. What the hell? Am I supposed to close my eyes or open them? I have not seen any men shirtless before. What should I do? I tried peeking through my fingers while covering my eyes with my hands. So this is how they look like when men are shirtless. I have, not for a moment had imagined a guy can be so attractive without a shirt. His perfect 8 abs, white but bit tanned skin, broad arms….How can someone be so perfect?

He tried to chase after me, but finally gave up after a while. "Damn, you’re fast," he said. We walked back to the forest border and I shifted back, quickly putting my t-shirt on. My t-shirt got soaked as well, so it clung to my body as a tight dress leaving nothing to the imagination. I didn’t notice at first until I saw Kenzo staring at me. I put my arm across my chest swiftly, noticing he was only wearing a pair of training shorts. His chest was covered in beautiful tattoo’s, a dragon on one side and a wolf on the other.

I assured him. “I’m here at a souvenir shop. Will that be enough?” “Hmm, you have to tell me the color of your shirt so that he can recognize you right away,” I told him. “I am shirtless and just wearing a board short and a slipper. Black cap and black sunglass.” Did he have to include the fact that he was shirtless? I took a deep breath while trying not to imagine his overall appearance at the moment, but I could sense from his voice that he was handsome.

If simply unbuttoning his shirt does this much to me, then how am I supposed to survive this? He pulls off his shirt and lets it fall to the ground with a quiet thud. He stands tall, smirking proudly, and his chest is…bare. His chest is bare. Oh my god. “Do you want to touch me, Sorahiko?”. It's a slow drawl, meant to sound seductive— and it does. It’s a bit too seductive for me. What should I say? What should I do? How am I supposed to answer this? What is the right way to—

“Oh yeah? Like what?” “Ditch your shirt.” Cam didn’t budge. Chances were good Domini didn’t have the nerve to push him on this issue. “I’m not backing down. Show me your chest.” Secretly pleased to see feistiness lurking beneath her placid demeanor, Cam yanked the tank top over his head. She whistled. He blushed, grateful she didn’t focus on the ugly shrapnel marks and gouges marring the skin on his belly. And on his chest. Marks that were all over the goddamn place.