Chapter 205: Eaten Alive [R-18]
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 205: Eaten Alive [R-18]
Miyuki let out the long, ragged breaths of someone drunk as she fiddled with her phone.
She must have found the yukata uncomfortable, as she'd changed into a robe. The sight of her pale, bare legs, so defenselessly exposed, was incredibly sexy.
“I got a text from Miho. She's going to bed and asked where I was.”
“So what did you tell her?”
“I told her the movie wasn't over and we were going to watch another one, so she should go to bed.”
“Good.”
“Is there any more sake?”
She must have really liked the warm sake. She was asking for more after we'd already finished a whole bottle between us.
“You’ll feel it tomorrow if you drink more. You should stop.”
“Okay... Hurry up and lie down.”
“Lie down?”
“Lie down.”
Her words were disjointed; she seemed quite drunk.
I agreed and lay down with my back to her. She began to run her fingers through my hair.
Then, she suddenly pulled on it.
She wasn't using much force, so my head was pulled back very slowly.
I felt like a toy being handled by a small child.
I turned my head slightly and asked.
“What are you doing?”
“You're mine...”
She said it in a shy tone, poking my back with her other hand.
Her cute drunken habits were both funny and baffling.
What would happen if I let her drink more?
Knowing Miyuki, she'd probably just fall into a deep sleep.
“Yeah, yeah.”
Accepting it for what it was, I removed her hand and turned to lie facing her.
Miyuki, her eyes half-closed, reached out and slipped her hand inside the collar of my yukata.
Startled for a moment by her incredibly forward action, I grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand out.
“Hey... Hey...! Just hold on a second.”
“Why? You're mine.”
“What, am I an object?”
“Aren't you mine?”
“I am, but just a second...”
“Then it's fine, right...?”
Ignoring my words completely, Miyuki giggled foolishly.
Nothing I said was getting through. I couldn't tell if she was doing this on purpose or if it was just because she was drunk.
I was leaning toward the latter, but Miyuki could be unpredictable at times like these...
Sliiiide.
While I was lost in thought, Miyuki brought her free hand to the space below my yukata's sash, and I sucked in a sharp breath.
The way she looked at me with those hazy eyes while kneading my still-soft cock through the yukata was incredibly lewd.
Besides, there was no hesitation in her actions. It made me wonder if she'd planned to come on to me like this from the start.
Flustered by Miyuki's bold attitude, I tensed my lower body as a strange pleasure shot through me.
She was gently scratching the underside of my cock with her nails.
Where did she learn this?
Did she look something up online behind my back?
Or was she paying close attention when we watched that AV together?
Doesn't matter either way. It feels good.
Deciding to just go with it, I let go of the hand I was holding.
She then pressed herself right up against me, slipped her hand back inside my yukata, and used the pads of her fingers to stroke the area around my nipple.
“Hh...!”
My body instinctively twitched at the incredibly ticklish sensation.
Seemingly pleased by my reaction, a mischievous smile bloomed on Miyuki's lips.
“Do you like this...?”
A strange scent wafted from her body, a mixture of faint plum and sake.
It was a surprisingly fitting combination, along with her long breaths from the alcohol and her completely unfocused eyes.
Miyuki, a mix of all these things, exuded a charm so powerful it made my head spin.
“Answer me... Do you like this?”
I answered by pressing my already rock-hard cock against her lower abdomen.
Her eyes curved into crescents, and she buried her face in my chest, rubbing against me.
Her hair rustling as it brushed against my skin, her slender fingers touching sensitive spots,
Not stopping there, she pressed her lips to my upper chest and blew a hot breath against my skin.
Aroused to my very core, I let out a heated breath and placed a hand on the back of Miyuki's neck, slowly kneading my way down to her shoulder as if giving a massage.
Shhh.
The movement gradually pushed her robe aside, revealing the milky-white line of her shoulder.
Her skin tone was so beautiful. So much so that a wave of lust washed over me.
I closed and opened my heavy eyelids—perhaps from the alcohol—and tapped Miyuki's back twice as she began to suckle at my skin.
Tap. Tap.
Did she understand the hidden meaning behind the gesture?
Miyuki slid the hand that had been groping my lower half into my yukata, and further still, slipped it through the opening at the bottom of my boxer briefs.
Then, she let her hand glide from my scrotum all the way to the head of my cock.
The overwhelming pleasure from her caress made my ankles instinctively straighten.
I squeezed my eyes shut then opened them, trying to push Miyuki away for a moment.
But she must have anticipated what I was about to do, because she bit down hard on my chest, forcing me to stop.
“Hey...! What the hell are you doing?”
Miyuki didn't answer my scolding.
She just looked up at me with hazy eyes, her own eyes crinkling into a smile.
She was being unusually persistent today. Was this one of her drunken habits?
Maybe she held back last time because Chinami was there.
The more I get to know her, the more new sides of her I see. It's fascinating. And it feels good.
Miyuki, who had been caressing me while stuck to me like a leech, suddenly pushed on my shoulders.
Then she untied the sash of my yukata, spread the lapels open, and climbed on top of me.
The feeling of bare skin against my hips.
Only then did I realize Miyuki wasn't wearing any underwear.
“It's hot...”
Miyuki said, her hands on my chest as she looked down at me with a deep, sultry gaze.
I stared straight into Miyuki's lovely eyes as she stimulated my cock, slowly rocking her pelvis back and forth. I cleared my throat and gave her thigh a light tap.
Then I said casually, “You could just take it off.”
“No.”
“Fine, if you don't want to.”
I could feel a wetness spreading from below.
Proof that Miyuki's pussy was already quite wet.
To be this wet without any foreplay... She must be turned on by the situation itself.
Miyuki, still breathing raggedly from the alcohol, tugged at my boxer briefs.
A signal to take them off quickly. I carefully removed my underwear, trying not to separate from her, and tossed it to a corner of the room.
“There?”
“Yeah... I'm gonna lie down now.”
“You're going to lie down?”
“Yeah.”
“Now?”
“Yeah.”
I had no idea why she was suddenly acting so strange.
Don't tell me she's saying she's done her part and now it's up to me to do the rest.
Judging by the context, that seemed to be it... How unfair.
Coming at me so aggressively like she was going to eat me alive, and now she suddenly wants to lie down?
It seemed she was too embarrassed to take my cock and guide it inside her herself.
Of course, taking the lead in the woman-on-top position can be a bit embarrassing.
Besides, Miyuki was a complete novice in these matters before she met me.
So I completely understood how she felt.
But we have so much more to enjoy in the future. How long is she going to stick to being so passive?
This is the same girl who, like a pervert, secretly slipped her tongue into my mouth while I was sleeping. She should know how to fuck me sometimes.
No, that's going too far. Let me rephrase: she should know how to be more active sometimes.
Anyway, if I just give Miyuki, who's trying to back out now, a little push, she'll handle the rest just fine.
Why? Because she's a fast learner.
Convinced, I slipped my arms under the thighs of the girl trying to get off me and lifted her hips slightly.
Then, I gave a reassuring nod to the flustered, embarrassed Miyuki,
Squelch...
...and pushed just the tip of my cock into her wet entrance.
“Ah...!”
A coquettish gasp escaped her lips at the same time.
Realizing that my cock would slide all the way in if I relaxed my grip on her hips, her pupils trembled as if in an earthquake.
But that was only for a moment.
Drawing courage from the alcohol, perhaps, she soon relaxed her eyes, reached out one hand to gently cover mine, and then—
Schlick...!
—just as my hands slipped from under her thighs, she pressed her hips down onto my groin.
“Aah...! I-It's deep...!”
The moment it was in, she let out a series of ragged pants.
Her hands, placed on my stomach for balance, tensed up. It seemed she felt a momentary flash of pain from pushing down too quickly.
I hadn't expected her to push in so hastily. I looked with concern at Miyuki, who was gritting her teeth and pressing the side of her knee hard into my side.
“Are you okay?”
“....Yeah... I'm okay...”
“Really?”
“I said I'm okaaay...”
“Alright. If it hurts, we'll stop.”
“It doesn't hurt... It doesn't hurt, I said...!”
Miyuki whined, and her hips bounced once.
I don't know if it was an involuntary reaction or an intentional one.
But either way, it was a good thing for both of us.
Because that movement was the fuse that set her hips into a slow, careful motion.
Shhh... shhh...
A different kind of friction sound than usual.
It was a rather static sound, but to me, it sounded lewder than ever before.
“Ngh...!”
At first, her movements were clumsy, her whole body lurching forward with her hips, but before long, she adapted and her rhythm became quite smooth.
“Hh... Hnngh...!”
The faster she moved, the more the moans she'd been holding back began to leak out, growing more and more intense.
Just as I'd expected, Miyuki was adapting well on her own.
Like the model student she was.
Watching Miyuki from below as she moved her pelvis, radiating sensuality, I pulled on the sash of her robe, which was starting to get damp with sweat, loosening it.
With a soft rustle, the robe fell slightly open on both sides.
“D-Don't...! You idiot...!”
She scolded me in an incredibly embarrassed voice, bringing one hand to her face.
But at the same time, it was funny how she reached her other hand back to grab my leg and steady herself.
And to top it off, she wore an expression of disbelief, as if she couldn't believe she was the one riding me in this softly lit room.
Seeing that flushed face, I felt myself getting close already.
Miyuki today was, in a word, perfect.
So perfect I couldn't imagine being any more satisfied.