Chapter 410: Wet Pants #3
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 410: Wet Pants #3
In stark contrast to her cold skin, the inside of her mouth was incredibly warm.
So much so that I could feel a rush of heat the moment I put my tongue inside.
Even though we'd just eaten, her mouth tasted only of mint. I slipped my tongue inside, as if exploring, testing the waters.
“Hwep...!?”
When the soft tip of my tongue touched her rabbit-like front teeth, a sharp breath escaped Hiyori's nose.
Her wide-open eyes squeezed shut, and her hands were still clutching the seatbelt tightly.
The bold side of her that had initiated a kiss just the other day was completely gone. Now, she was trembling like a sparrow soaked in the rain, which I found amusing.
But she was just as incredibly cute as she was back then.
The feel of Hiyori's soft hair against the hand cupping the back of her neck was wonderful. With that thought, I pushed my tongue in a little more boldly.
Past her teeth, deeper inside... I stimulated the frenulum under her tongue, which was curled back, forcing it out to slowly intertwine with mine.
“Heuk...!”
When Hiyori's whole body shuddered in response, I would pull back slightly, then trace the inside of her lips...
In that way, I continued to kiss her, savoring it as if it were a dish I had craved my entire life.
Before long, the tension around Hiyori's eyes melted away.
“Uuh...”
At the same time, she let out a strange nasal sound, and the trembling in her body intensified.
Her eyes remained closed, and I could see her getting lost in our kiss.
It wasn't just something I could see; Hiyori's feelings were revealed through her actions as well.
Her once-stiff tongue had relaxed.
Her movements were incredibly awkward, but the way she actively tried to tangle her tongue with mine, as if trying to take the lead, was both laughable and admirable.
Hiyori was a fast learner.
But she was still tense.
I could see cold sweat beading on the hands gripping the seatbelt, and even on her face. That said it all.
While still kissing her, I moved the hand that was on her thigh to her slender waist.
“Eup...!”
She immediately tensed up.
I liked how obvious it was that she was feeling every sensation.
Taking it a step further, I pulled the waistband of Hiyori's pants down slightly and slipped my hand inside.
My hand met only the bare skin of her hip.
Startled as if she were about to faint, Hiyori tried to pull her face away, but she couldn't, as my hand was still cupping the back of her neck.
I didn't immediately move my hand lower.
I slowly caressed her skin, from her protruding hip bone to the small of her back, gauging her reaction.
“.....”
Perhaps relieved that I wasn't touching anywhere too sensitive, the inside of her mouth, which had been growing dry, became moist again.
Proof that she had adapted once more. Relieved, I reassured her by gently tapping the small of her back in a steady rhythm.
Even with the air conditioner on, the inside of the car grew hot as our body temperatures rose.
Sensing Hiyori's breathing through her nose quicken, I moved my hand down from the small of her back.
With a lecherous intent, my hand slithered down like a snake and began to knead the top of her buttocks...
Startled, Hiyori's body trembled, and she squeezed her knees tightly together, pulling them up.
It wasn't easy to touch her, given the limited space and awkward posture inside the car.
But as they say, people always find a way. By enduring the discomfort and leaning my upper body forward even more, I managed to make it work.
After groping Hiyori's butt for a bit, I pulled my face away when she started to show signs of struggling.
Then, as I sometimes did, I gently bumped my forehead against hers and spoke in a low, subdued voice.
“You're not wearing any, huh?”
Her face flushed to the point of bursting, she replied in a sulky tone.
“...Y-You already knew.”
“That's true.”
“Then why are you making a big deal out of it...?! So annoying...!”
“Was it so bad it annoyed you?”
“What...?! That's not what I'm talking about...! Seriously, so annoying...”
Why is Hiyori so adorable when she's huffing and whining like this?
Maybe it's because her embarrassed inner thoughts, so different from her outward appearance, are written all over her face.
“C-Can we go home now...?”
Hiyori pointed out the car window, trying her best to act composed.
I let out a light chuckle. Just as she, now irritated, was about to protest, I released the car's parking brake.
“Seatbelt.”
“...Okay.”
And during the drive home, Hiyori, who usually chattered away to the point of making my ears hurt, didn't say a single word.
She just stared silently out the window, as if replaying the intense skinship we'd just shared.
It was the same when we arrived home.
Before I could even get out, she flung open the passenger door, stood right up against the firmly shut front gate, and started mashing the doorbell as if someone were home.
“What are you doing? No one's home.”
I finished parking and walked over to her. In response to my playful question, she turned slightly, showing me her back.
“Open it. I have to use the bathroom.”
“Is it urgent?”
“Yes.”
It's not that she urgently had to go, but that she didn't want me to notice her pants were a little wet and wanted to change out of them quickly.
“I can't open it if you don't move. You're blocking the keyhole.”
“.....”
Realizing her mistake, Hiyori sidestepped away from the door.
Thinking how easy it was to see right through her, still not even looking at me, I opened the door. She quickly brushed past me and went inside.
I watched her retreating back and leisurely entered the house. Seeing that the black bag was gone and the bathroom light was on, I let out a small laugh.
She must have really not wanted to get caught.
Hiyori flushed the innocent toilet, let me hear the sound of the sink running, and only came out after quite some time had passed.
Of course, she had changed back into the shorts she'd originally been wearing.
The black bag was now quite thick, presumably with my pants inside.
I looked back and forth between it and Hiyori, then asked.
“Why'd you change?”
“Because I have to go home. Isn't that obvious?”
“You could've just worn my clothes home.”
“Why? Are you worried they're too revealing and people will stare? You're giving me a ride anyway, so it should be fine, right, Senpai?”
A well-thought-out answer. She's grown.
“True, but what about my clothes?”
“I'm going to wash them at home.”
“It's fine. Just leave them.”
“No. You might smell them, Senpai, since I wasn't wearing any underwear.”
“That's a hurtful thing to say.”
“I'm sorry. But it's only right that I wash them and give them back, so I can't budge on this.”
“The washing machine is right...”
“No talking back.”
Hiyori, cutting off my attempt to be mischievous, approached with very careful steps.
From her movements, it seemed she wasn't wearing underwear this time either.
The shorts she originally wore were very short, and it was obvious she was worried about her precious parts being exposed to me.
“Should we go now?”
“Let's rest for a bit before we go.”
“My legs hurt.”
“From what? How much did you even move?”
“They hurt.”
“Then lie down. I'll turn on the TV.”
“It's hot, too.”
“I just turned on the AC. Besides, my eyes are tired, so let's go in a little bit.”
“.....”
Since I mentioned a physical problem, Hiyori stopped insisting and brushed past me, taking very short, quick steps.
Then she plopped down right in the middle of the futon and pulled the blanket up to her chin.
“Where am I supposed to lie down?”
“You don't have to.”
“Do you own this thing?”
“What's yours or mine between us?”
She's throwing my own words right back at me.
It's absurd, but also funny.
She went through a lot today, so I figured I could let this slide.
Having decided that, I sat down, my hip against the side of the stubborn Hiyori.
The shyness on her face from our earlier skinship had faded considerably.
But a trace of bashfulness still remained.
Seeing how she'd meet my eyes then quickly look away, it seemed like quite a bit of it was left.
“What are you looking at...?!”
She challenged me with the swagger of a delinquent student.
I gently placed a hand on her stomach, and she let out a bizarre 'Hyeok!' sound, freaking out and curling up like an armadillo.
I'm seeing so many different sides of Hiyori today.
She's shown me so many expressions and actions, and through it all, the way she can't hide her distractible personality is lovely.
She pulled her knees up to her chest, heavily armed herself with the blanket in a solid defensive posture, and glared at me.
“No touching.”
“Why?”
“Because I'm in a sensitive state.”
“And what's the reason you're sensitive?”
“You're not asking because you don't know, are you?”
“I think I have a pretty good idea. Want to sleep over tonight?”
“What!??”
Her voice, reacting with great surprise to my sudden question, echoed through the spacious living room.
My ears ringing slightly, I answered nonchalantly.
“I asked if you want to sleep over.”
“No...? I don't want to?”
The way she frantically shook her head was amusing.
She knew it, too. That I wasn't just suggesting she literally sleep over.
Is she not mentally prepared yet? It seems that way.
“You hate the idea that much?”
“I-It's not that I hate it, but I haven't even told my family I'd be staying out. How can I sleep over?”
“I didn't know you were so good at reporting in. You have no problem skipping class.”
“That's different...! I'm going home today...! My little sibling is home alone.”
“You take good care of your sibling. Didn't you curse them out last time?”
“Even if I hate them, they're still my sibling. They'll starve if I'm not there.”
“Don't your parents make them food?”
“My sibling is really attached to me. They'll cry their eyes out if I'm not there.”
She could just say no or that she has to go home, but watching her try to come up with all these different excuses made me want to burst out laughing.
“So you're just going home today, then?”
“Yes. Today... too much happened. I'm tired.”
“Yeah?”
“I'll sleep over next time. Today's not really...”
“Not the day?”
“Something like that...”
“Alright.”
“...Okay.”
Her mood seemed to lift now that I'd readily withdrawn my suggestion, and the tone at the end of her voice rose slightly.
She's been doing nothing but cute things today. I'll let her go, but I can't just let her go.
Having made up my mind, I pretended to lie down on my side on the tatami mat, subtly inching closer to Hiyori.
“Heup...!”
Sensing that some kind of heated act was about to happen, Hiyori audibly swallowed.
I guess she's okay with a certain level of activity... How cute.
Letting out a faint laugh, I slipped my hand under the nearby blanket and began to gently stroke Hiyori's arm, which I found immediately.