Chapter 416: Rubbing Hiyori to Make Her Come #2 [R-18]
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 416: Rubbing Hiyori to Make Her Come #2 [R-18]
“Are you doing this on purpose?”
That was the first thing I said when I saw Hiyori. She replied with a perfectly innocent expression.
“Doing what?”
“Didn’t I tell you to dress properly?”
“What’s wrong with this?”
Hiyori was once again wearing revealing clothes.
She wasn't wearing a skin-tight shirt like last time, but a crop top that exposed her midriff was a given, paired with ripped denim shorts.
But no matter how you spun it as fashion, they were ripped to an extreme.
The shorts were already short, but adding damage that revealed patches of bare skin here and there was going too far.
Should I be glad that her butt was at least fully covered? Hiyori’s exhibitionism and rebellious streak were truly exasperating.
“You don’t think your outfit is a little much?”
“Not at all. This is just how people dress in the summer.”
“Did your parents say anything when you left?”
“Mom and Dad left for work early.”
“So you snuck out. Didn’t I tell you to wear proper clothes?”
“You did.”
“Then why aren’t you listening to me?”
“But I did listen. From my perspective, this outfit is proper.”
“Are you going to keep talking back?”
“Yes.”
Hiyori seems to be in a very good mood today.
I guess it’s because my hairstyle is the one she wanted.
“I figured you’d be like this, so I brought something.”
“What is it?”
“A change of clothes for you.”
“...Are you kidding me?”
Hiyori’s beaming eyes turned incredulous.
I wonder what kind of face she’d make if she knew they were actually a spare set for when she gets herself soaked?
The thought is incredibly intriguing.
“Do I look like I’m kidding?”
“No... but I can’t even wear what I want to wear?”
“You can. Somewhere like at home.”
“You just want to see it all for yourself...! Isn’t that too much?”
“With you, it’s fine. Let’s go somewhere so you can change.”
“No.”
“Come on.”
“I said no.”
“I’ll give you a Hi-Chew.”
“What’s with the Hi-Chew all of a sudden...? Didn’t you tell me to buy it myself?”
“I bought one.”
“You think I’ll follow you if you give me that?”
“Here.”
I took the long, rectangular candy out of my pocket and held it out. Hiyori licked her lips once before trotting over to me.
She reached for it, but... I smoothly pulled my hand back at the last second, earning an adorably annoyed whine.
“Hey...!”
“I’ll give it to you if you follow me.”
“Even kidnappers don’t use lines like that anymore. It’s so cliché.”
“Let’s go.”
“Where?”
“A multi-purpose cafe. I’ve got a place in mind.”
“Do the rooms have air conditioning?”
“They do.”
“Okay. But I’m not changing.”
“Then at least put something on over it.”
“I can do that.”
“You’re easy to kidnap.”
“I do tend to trust people easily.”
After our silly exchange, we headed to a nearby multi-purpose cafe.
We got a room in a secluded corner, ordered some food, and brought in a stack of comics.
The floor of the room was covered with a thick, black sheet, about half the size of a mattress.
It wasn’t soft, but it wasn’t too hard either—it felt a bit like a bed in an operating room.
The material was perfect for doing illicit things, and the space was completely sealed off. I could already feel the blood rushing to my groin.
I think I’ll be coming here often.
“Just so you know, I’m not going to your place today, senpai.”
Hiyori said, lying spread-eagled in the middle of the room with a blanket over her.
I placed the small shopping bag with her clothes in a corner, then sat down by her waist.
“Who asked you to?”
“I’m just saying.”
She must have been thinking about what I said last time, about her staying the night.
Come to think of it, the words I said to Hiyori then were the same ones Miyuki said to me yesterday.
It’s a strange feeling.
“What comics did you bring?”
“Adult comics.”
“How is this an adult comic? The cover looks like an action series.”
“It is.”
“You’re so perverted.”
“What did you bring? A romance?”
“Yup.”
“Pervert.”
“What part of that is perverted?”
“All of it.”
“Can you stop making weird accusations?”
“That’s what I say to you all the time.”
“Are you getting revenge? How childish.”
Ssk.
As Hiyori continued to talk back, I placed a hand on her stomach. Feeling my touch through the blanket, her mouth clamped shut.
She looked like she’d just remembered what happened last time.
A corner of my mouth lifted into a smirk as I looked down at her with a condescending gaze.
“Just read your comic quietly.”
“...So annoying.”
That wasn’t annoyance directed at me, but more like a grumble at herself.
It must be frustrating for her. Her mouth is always on the offensive, but her body turns into a wimp at the slightest touch.
Girls like her are the type to gush uncontrollably once the floodgates open.
For the day she can’t forget our passionate time together and finds herself constantly wet, I’ll have to make her feel plenty today.
Just as I finished my thought, a knock came at the door. I opened it.
I took the tray from the staff member and set it on the table under the TV.
“Did you order a frappe?”
“Yes.”
“Why do you like sweet things so much?”
“Because they’re delicious.”
“Fair enough.”
“Help me up.”
“Get up yourself.”
“Hurry.”
She held both hands out toward me, making them tremble.
I clicked my tongue and reluctantly grabbed her arms, pulling her upper body up.
A seductive smile bloomed on Hiyori’s pretty face.
If she’d given me a shy little smile, I might have toned it down a bit, but an expression like that just fueled my competitive spirit.
I’m going to make her get off again and again today.
* * *
The right moment to start caressing Hiyori didn’t come easily.
It was because she kept ordering food.
Why was she eating so much when her stomach wasn’t even that big?
Could it be that she knew my objective and thought that if she kept making the staff come, I wouldn’t be able to touch her?
“Did you call?”
“Yes, could you please clear this?”
“Of course.”
Hiyori handed the stack of trays from the table to the staff member, who responded with an awkward smile before taking them and leaving.
I looked around the newly tidied room and stared at Hiyori in disbelief. She was sipping an Americano to cleanse her palate while glancing at the menu again.
“Did you come here just to eat?”
“Isn’t eating a big part of coming to a place like this? Besides, I’m extra hungry today for some reason.”
“You didn’t eat with your friends?”
“Nope. I was planning to eat with you, senpai. I’m gonna get fat at this rate.”
“Like that’s something to brag about. What are you ordering now?”
“The karaage set.”
“Let me see.”
I moved closer to Hiyori and saw her long, slender finger pointing at a mouth-watering picture.
“Looks delicious, right?”
To be honest, I didn’t even see the picture.
The faint lemon scent wafting into my nose and the view of her cleavage from above were so erotic that I could only focus on that.
“It does.”
“Should I order it?”
This is the perfect time.
Having made my decision, I moved behind Hiyori and sat down, leaning my back against the wall.
Then I grabbed the blanket, which was only covering her lower half, and pulled her into my arms.
“Ugh...? Hey, why are you bothering me...!”
Hiyori protested as she was helplessly dragged toward me.
With the back of her head buried in my chest, I placed a hand near her solar plexus and began to press firmly around the area without a word.
Hiyori reacted immediately.
Her whole body flinched, and her head turned to the side.
“Wh-what are you doing...?”
“I’m giving you that kneading you like so much.”
“So suddenly...? You told me to read my comic quietly...!”
“You can still read it.”
“How am I supposed to read when you’re doing this...!?”
“Why can’t you? It’s a comfortable position.”
I nonchalantly brushed off her words and, raising my fingers, lightly scratched the area under her soft breasts.
“Hah...!”
At the same time, Hiyori’s body tensed up, and her back arched down.
Not missing the opportunity, I rested my chin on her shoulder and gently caressed her soft skin.
“W-wait... don’t do this...!”
Her voice was urgent, as if she was already starting to feel the ticklish sensation.
I ignored her request with silence, my hands moving over her stomach as slowly as if I were touching every single downy hair.
Under her breasts, her solar plexus, her ribs, and then her slender waist and smooth lower belly.
As my hands moved in that order, a long breath escaped Hiyori’s nose, and her legs parted slightly.
“Huuuhh...”
Seeing that, I blew a soft breath of air near her ear.
Her shoulders tensed up, and as her body began to tremble faintly like there was an earthquake, I took the chance to move my hand even lower.
Tuk.
The tip of my longest finger caught on the button of her shorts.
I skillfully undid it, patting Hiyori’s stomach reassuringly as she flinched in surprise. Then,
Sliiide...
I slowly slid my hand through the open fly of her shorts.
“S-Senpai...! I’m not yet...”
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Hiyori’s feet crossed over each other wildly, the soles of her feet slapping against the thick sheet.
It was a gesture meant to stop me at all costs. But my hand was already feeling the soft fabric of her panties, touching her mons pubis.
“Ah...! W-wait...”
I pressed my cheek firmly against Hiyori’s as she tried to say something in a hurry.
Her mouth snapped shut like a clam trying to protect itself from a predator.
Gulp.
The sound of her swallowing dryly followed.
Thinking the sound was quite distinct, I felt the tremors running through Hiyori’s entire body as I pushed her panties to the side.
“Ah...!!”
Then, as Hiyori let out a rather loud, moan-like gasp, I gently pressed the area near her labia.
There was some resistance, but it gave way easily, like pressing into soft pudding.
It was the most incredible texture. It was almost as if I could feel the subtle movements of her muscles.
“Hhaah...!!”
Finding Hiyori’s moan—laced with a sense of defeat and an inexplicable excitement—incredibly pleasant to hear, I raised my fingertips and began to caress her most sensitive spot, as if tickling it.