Chapter 164: First Kiss with a Liar [R-18]
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 164: First Kiss with a Liar [R-18]
“Haa… Ju-Junior… It’s so hot in this room…?”
Chinami exhaled a hot breath, her eyes completely unfocused.
Beads of cold sweat had formed on her face.
Her drying bangs, stuck to her forehead, looked uncharacteristically alluring. Maybe it was because her cheeks were so flushed.
“I told you it would get hot.”
“You did… yes… Ahem…”
Mumbling, Chinami couldn’t keep her hips still.
She shifted around, not even minding my hand, which was proof that she was quite aroused.
Chinami’s hand was gripping my big toe as I sat cross-legged beside her.
But she didn’t seem to realize it. Like a comfort doll someone unconsciously hugs before falling asleep, Chinami had instinctively grabbed it.
A corner of my mouth lifted at the cute gesture, and I began to blatantly touch the line of her panties.
My fingers, slick with oil, traced over her mons pubis, the soft mound…
“Ngh…!”
I watched her reaction as she bit her lower lip, then moved my fingers lower to brush against her labia…
And just as a startled Chinami looked up at me with a bewildered expression, I pressed the tip of my middle finger firmly against that plump spot.
“Mmph…!?”
Chinami cried out as her hips jolted.
She looked as if she was baffled by her own body’s reaction.
Confirming the warm, damp sensation on the finger pressing against her, I smiled gently and pulled my hand away.
“Are you okay?”
“Huu… huu… Y-Yes…?”
She still couldn’t seem to get a grip.
She kept licking her lips and squeezed my toe tightly. If I left her like this, she’d probably just squirm, not knowing how to relieve her own desire.
Of course, I doubt Chinami is that clueless, but you know what I mean.
“Let’s change positions.”
“Ngh…? Sh-Should I… lie on my stomach… again…?”
“No. I’ll take care of it. But first, can you let go of my foot?”
“O-Okay…?”
“The hand holding my toe.”
At my words, Chinami looked toward my leg and flinched.
“Wh-Why am I holding your toe, Junior…?”
“It happens. It’s okay.”
“Oh, okay… I’m sorry…”
After Chinami hesitantly replied and let go, I lay down properly beside her.
Then, while Chinami was tilting her head in confusion, I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her on top of me.
Her front pressed against mine, along with the single, oil-soaked towel between us.
Startled by the sudden, intense skinship, Chinami struggled, trying to get off me.
“Myaah…? J-Junior…!”
But when I patted her bottom, she stopped her frantic movements and blinked her large eyes.
Her expression was still one of utter bewilderment.
Feeling the soft press of Chinami’s breasts against my solar plexus, I said,
“It’s part of the massage. Calm down.”
“…Th-This isn’t a massage…”
Sometimes Chinami seems innocent, but she knows what’s what.
I answered by wrapping my arms under her bottom and lifting her up slightly.
Chinami’s face was now just below my chin.
Was she embarrassed to see me from this close, in this kind of situation?
Chinami squeezed her eyes shut.
Without a word, I began to gently caress her bottom, reigniting the fading excitement.
“Mmmng…”
Soon, Chinami let out a languid breath and began to melt into my touch.
I could feel her legs, which had fallen naturally to either side of my waist, slowly tensing up.
“Ah…! Ah!”
Every time I subtly tickled her labia like before, her body would flinch and she’d let out a cute moan…
At this point, we were far beyond the scope of a massage… Chinami had to know that, right?
She looked like she didn’t, but I was sure she’d noticed.
* * *
“Uuuhh…”
Beginning to steep in pleasure once more, Chinami now had her arms wrapped tightly around me, tucked under my armpits.
She buried her face in my chest, panting, and as a bonus, started shifting her body around.
Thanks to that, the friction against my lower half was sending an incredible sensation through me.
‘Hmm…’
After carefully observing Chinami’s dazed state, I decided to raise the intensity by another level.
As my fingers danced over her, from the backs of her thighs to her bottom, as if playing a piano,
“Ehek…!”
Chinami’s head shook wildly from side to side.
Seizing the opportunity, I pushed Chinami’s panties to the side.
Then, with the tip of my finger, I lightly, ever so lightly, touched her exposed sex.
“Ah!?”
At that, Chinami snapped her head up.
It seemed the feeling of another’s hand on her bare skin for the first time was incredibly foreign to her.
I took the steam towel I’d set aside and wiped her oil-covered face.
With my other hand, I nonchalantly caressed Chinami’s firm, supple skin.
I repeatedly clenched and unclenched my five fingers, teasing as if I were about to slip them inside before gently pressing the outside of her labia…
As I continued to openly caress her like that,
“Hwek…! Hah…”
The fear in Chinami’s expression gradually gave way to pleasure.
The reason Chinami remained still despite me touching her so much had to be her trust in me.
Of course, part of it was probably that it felt good, but I’m sure the bigger reason was her deep trust and reliance on me.
“Myaang…!”
As I was exploring Chinami’s sex, I paused when she let out one of her characteristically cute moans and I felt a viscous fluid on my fingertips.
She was getting wet. And it was quite thick.
She hadn’t gushed like last time… but it seemed she was feeling it even more.
It felt like I could slide right in.
Deciding the time was right, I fixed her panties, which I’d pushed aside, and then gently stroked her lower back.
“Master. Are you okay?”
“I-I don’t know…!”
She snapped.
She seemed to find me hateful for asking such a teasing question when I already knew the answer.
I soothed her by patting her back like one would a child, then gave her a gentle push.
As her body fell limply to the side, I supported her, settled myself between her legs as she lay on her back, and took off my wet T-shirt.
“Hyaaaah…?”
Startled by my sudden action, Chinami covered her face with her hands.
This isn’t the time to be covering that… You’re completely exposed right now.
The towel that was between us is already gone, lying tossed to the side.
After admiring Chinami’s glistening body for a moment, I said,
“It’s hot. This is okay, right?”
In response, Chinami slightly parted her index and middle fingers, peeking up at me through the gap to answer.
“…Yes… You look… amazing…”
An out-of-the-blue compliment.
It seemed her true feelings had slipped out unintentionally.
I chuckled at her honesty, then brought her legs together and climbed on top of her.
“Nnhek…?”
Then, as she let out a wanton gasp, I brought my lips very close to her face.
“Am I heavy?”
“…No…”
“Can you move your hands?”
“Don’t wanna…”
Chinami shook her head from side to side, her hands still pressed firmly to her face.
Her hands were small, but her face was proportionally small as well, so I couldn’t see her features clearly.
I let out a small laugh looking down at the shy Chinami, then pressed my body against hers and began to slowly grind up and down.
Short, quick breaths escaped from Chinami’s nose.
The feeling of my hardened cock rubbing against her lower abdomen and mons pubis must have felt strange to her.
“Junior…”
“…”
“Juniooor…!”
“I can’t hear you.”
“Liar…! You can hear me…”
“What was that?”
Was she frustrated with me pretending not to hear?
Chinami took her hands away from her face.
She flinched upon seeing me so close, but then her eyes hardened with determination.
“Y-You’re a liar, Junior…!”
“How so?”
“Y-You said you were giving me a massage… but you’re just doing strange things…”
“Am I?”
“Don’t play dumb…! You’re…”
Peck.
“Myat…”
Chinami’s words were cut off by a choked scream as her eyes flew wide open.
I had gently pressed my lips against hers.
“Hmmmmph…”
Mumbling something through the unexpected kiss, Chinami’s eyes were now more than twice their normal size.
She was so shocked I was worried she might actually faint.
I pulled my lips away from the completely frozen Chinami and apologized in a kind tone.
“Sorry. Are you very angry?”
“…Yeees…?”
“Are you angry?”
“…Yeeees…?”
“Hmm… Can I do it again?”
“…Yeeeees…?”
She must be completely out of it. Judging by how she’s drawing out her words.
I neatly brushed Chinami’s bangs up and away from her forehead, then looked at her with a deep gaze and announced,
“I’m doing it again.”
“…Yeeees… Mmph…!”
As I started kissing her again, she instinctively clamped her mouth shut.
But that only lasted a moment. When I brought my hand to the nape of her neck and gently caressed it, her eyelids fluttered shut and her lips parted, creating the tiniest of gaps.
“Hhe-nih… Hhe-hi-ha… Hhe-hi-ma…”
She’s saying something, but is it “Junior is a liar…”?
Her mind is probably so hazy that she’s just saying whatever comes out.
If I were to slip my tongue in now, I wonder if Chinami would bite me like Miyuki did.
I’m not scared, but I don’t want to break the mood, so I’ll just stick to pecking and wait for the right moment.
My dear Chinami… this situation isn’t very romantic, is it?
I’m sorry for not taking things step-by-step and just doing what I want.
I’ll make it up to you and treat you incredibly well from now on.