Chapter 117: A Comfortable Home #2 [R-18]
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 117: A Comfortable Home #2 [R-18]
Shhh. Shhh...
I could hear the rustling of the soft duvet.
My inner thigh, just below my groin, was incredibly itchy, and I felt a pressure like a kitten kneading with its cute little paws.
Sluurp...! Haaah...
From the nape of my neck, I heard a sucking sound as hot breath spread down to my collarbone, and the distinct minty scent of toothpaste filled my nostrils.
Dead to the world, I opened my eyes to the strange sensations all over my body.
A heavy weight pressed down on one of my arms.
In the dark room, something was stirring near my shoulder.
When I turned my head, I felt something like fine silk threads brushing against my cheek.
It was soft hair, giving off a faint scent of plums.
“...Miyuki?”
“Yeah. It’s me.”
“What are you doing...?”
“...You smell good.”
Miyuki, her hand teasingly close to my genitals, nuzzled her nose into my neck and sniffed.
I hadn't even showered before bed, but it seemed she liked my scent.
I turned and pulled Miyuki into a hug, feeling her warm hand wedged between my thighs.
“Are you a pervert...?”
“You do this all the time, Matsuda-kun... Why can’t I...?”
“Who said you couldn’t? I just asked if you were a pervert...”
“I’m not a pervert...”
“Yeah, right... When did you get here?”
“Thirty minutes ago.”
“You should have woken me up.”
“You were sleeping with your mouth open, so I just let you be.”
“Good call.”
With that, I held Miyuki tight.
Then I started caressing her all over... from her butt to her lower back, past her ribs, and to the inside of her armpits.
Her skin was perfectly soft, and her body was as warm as ever.
Was it because it’s been three days? She felt especially good today.
“What are you doing the moment you wake up...”
She started to grumble playfully.
I let out a dry laugh and said, “You’re the one who woke me up.”
“You woke up on your own... I was being gentle...”
“Burying your nose in my neck and sniffing me like a pervert is gentle?”
“Th-that’s because I missed you...”
Stammering, she moved her hand from between my thighs upward.
Then she began to gently scratch and tease the area around my groin.
A cute attempt to cover up her embarrassment.
I chuckled and pressed my forehead against hers.
“What time do you have to go back today?”
“...Ten.”
“What time is it now?”
“Six...”
“Only four hours left? Should we just go out? We could catch a movie and grab a bite before you head home.”
“No, it’s fine. You’re tired, Matsuda-kun, so just rest at ho—”
Miyuki stopped mid-sentence and pressed her lips together.
It seemed she’d felt something hard against her lower belly.
Darkness filled the living room. Through it, I could faintly see her eyes curve into crescents.
“And you were talking about going out...”
Miyuki’s hand, after her teasing murmur, slithered up like a snake to my abdomen.
Her hand searched my lower stomach for a moment before slipping inside the waistband of my sweatpants.
Then, she began to gently stroke the bulge of my cock through my underwear.
A tingling sensation slowly started to creep into my brain.
My eyes tensed, and my breathing became irregular.
Miyuki, watching my reaction, asked in a sultry tone, as if to provoke me, the very edge of her lips barely touching mine, “Do you like this?”
I exhaled sharply through my nose, releasing the building pleasure, and nodded. She let out a seductive laugh and squeezed her hand gently.
Squeeze...
A pleasant pressure tightening around my shaft.
My lower body tensed on its own, and I pulled my hips back.
Miyuki’s arm, still holding my cock, followed.
At the same time, the space created allowed her hand to move more freely, and it slipped right inside my underwear.
Her slender, long fingers brushed against the head of my cock, sending a ticklish sensation through me, before gripping my foreskin and slowly starting to move up and down.
Unable to hold back a moan from the pleasure flooding my head, I let out a short gasp.
“...Ngh...!”
I grabbed the back of Miyuki’s neck.
She flinched and asked, “Does it feel good...? Or does it hurt...?”
I answered by giving her a light kiss on the lips.
A sign that it felt good. Realizing this, Miyuki’s hand movements grew bolder.
She’d speed up, then stop for a moment when my breathing grew ragged, gently scratching my scrotum with her nails...
Once my breathing calmed, she would softly caress the head before gripping my shaft and resuming her strokes...
It seemed she was putting what she’d learned from that 'Seven Ways to Drive Your Man Crazy' thing we saw in the car to good use.
There was no lube, so it would probably be swollen by tomorrow.
But for Miyuki’s first handjob, it was a price I was willing to pay.
How much time passed like that?
Just as labored breaths began to escape Miyuki’s nose and mouth, and the pleasure spreading from below reached my chin, the signal came.
My body twitched, and I tapped Miyuki’s shoulder.
“Miyuki... Hey... Hey.”
“Yeah...?”
“I’m about to come...”
At my words, Miyuki’s hand moved even faster.
Miyuki pumped my cock at an incredible speed, as if going for the final spurt.
She looked up at me with her sparkling eyes and said, “Yeah. You can do it.”
Was saying 'you can cum' too blunt, so she softened it to 'you can do it'?
So like Miyuki.
Soon, the muscles all over my body began to contract.
Maybe she liked seeing me squirm as I held it in, because she kept her hand moving diligently despite the effort.
I clenched my teeth, fighting the urge to cum, and just as the semen that had traveled up my urethra and filled the tip of my cock was about to burst out against my will, I relaxed my lower body.
Then, as the strength drained from my body,
Gush-!
My semen burst out, drenching Miyuki’s palm.
It warmed the head of my cock, still cupped in her hand.
“Haaah...”
The built-up pleasure was released all at once, and a languid sigh escaped me.
I couldn’t think of anything besides how good it felt.
The service Miyuki had provided for the first time was just that satisfying.
Miyuki, who had been frozen with her eyes wide open until my semen lost its force, calmly began to move her hand again, milking out what was left.
Then, perhaps unfamiliar with the sticky feeling, she furrowed her brow slightly.
“So much came out...”
she said in a cute, whiny voice as she pulled her hand away.
The whitish fluid was smeared between her fingers.
Staring at it in the dim light, she suddenly brought her hand to her nose and took a deep sniff.
Then she turned her gaze to me and smiled shyly.
“It smells weird...”
“Not good, huh?”
“No... I like it.”
Staring at Miyuki, who seemed especially lewd today, I glanced around, looking for tissues.
As it happened, there was a pack of wet wipes within arm’s reach.
They definitely weren’t there before I went to sleep... Miyuki must have prepared them.
So she planned this from the start. I kind of feel like I lost.
I let out a faint laugh looking at the sly Miyuki and carefully wiped her hand clean.
She let out a long, weary sigh through her nose, then pulled a few more wipes from the pack on the floor and tucked them into my pants.
“Kh...!”
The distinct cool touch of the wet wipe on the head of my cock made my limp member stand stiff again.
It feels like I’m being trained... Must be my imagination, right?
* * *
After a quick shower, I opened the bathroom door to the savory smell of meat.
Wondering what it was, I looked toward the kitchen and saw Miyuki heating up a disposable bento box in the microwave.
I asked as I came out of the bathroom, roughly drying my hair with a towel, “When did you buy that?”
“I bought it on my way to your place, Matsuda-kun.”
I always think this, but Miyuki is so thorough with her preparations.
Except for one thing: condoms.
“I bought one with lots of vegetables, so make sure you eat it all.”
“Alright.”
“I’m just worried about you, why are you getting annoyed?”
“When was I annoyed?”
“You just were. With that grumbling tone...”
“No, I wasn’t. Don’t pick a fight.”
I tossed the towel aside carelessly and pulled Miyuki into a tight hug.
“It feels so good to hold you.”
“Now you say that...? You should have said it the moment you woke up...”
“So that’s why you’re pouting.”
“Who’s pouting...?”
Miyuki grumbled coyly and slipped her arms under mine.
The warmth from her body was comforting.
Even though the microwave beeped, I kept hugging Miyuki and said casually, “Can’t you sleep over tonight?”
“I want to... but I can’t. I have to stay on my mom’s good side to get permission to stay out... Come on, let’s eat first.”
“I’m not hungry.”
“Then massage my arm. It’s sore.”
She broke the hug, sat right down on the kitchen floor, and held out her arm, palm up. She was so damn cute.
Sometimes she’s demure, sometimes she’s cheerful, and other times she’s playfully defiant...
I’m crazy about her bubbly personality.
I squatted down, took Miyuki’s hand, and started gently pressing my thumb all over her arm.
“Are you going to come get me tomorrow?”
“Of course.”
“And today?”
“I’ll take you home today, too.”
Was she satisfied with my answer?
A wide grin spread across Miyuki’s face.
Watching her silent delight, I let out a small chuckle and said, “Let’s go get ice cream later.”
“Ice cream? Oh... the one you had with Nanase-senpai today?”
“Yeah.”
“I’d love that. The one you had was Yogurt Peach, right? I’ve been wanting to try it, so this is perfect.”
No. Don’t cross that line.
If you fall into Chinami’s clutches, she’ll be trying to give you peaches all the time.
Let’s the two of us go, try a bunch of different flavors, and corrupt Chinami, who only ever eats Yogurt Peach.