Chapter 69: Climax, Climax. [R-18]
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 69: Climax, Climax. [R-18]
“Just put them over there.”
“Here?”
“Yeah.”
Miyuki shifted my clothes to the side and put her own into the empty space.
After neatly folding three T-shirts and two pairs of shorts into the cabinet, she opened the drawer below and glanced back at me.
“Look away...”
It’s not like I haven’t seen them a hundred times. What was she so shy about?
A woman’s heart is a mysterious thing.
I turned around obediently without arguing. When Miyuki said she was done, I nodded.
I checked the wardrobe to see her uniform blouse and skirt hanging next to my own.
A faint scent of plum wafted from them.
It felt like the scent would transfer to my uniform, too.
‘Her scent...’
Isn't this a classic NTL story trope?
I could just picture Tetsuya catching Miyuki's unique scent on my shirt, growing suspicious, and then stewing in his own inferiority complex until he exploded.
Anyway, it was a strange feeling. It felt like we were living together.
Miyuki must have been thinking the same thing, because she hadn't said a word since seeing our uniforms hanging side-by-side.
Her face was already bright red.
I chuckled at the sight of her and slid the wardrobe door shut.
Then, I said playfully.
“Now you can take care of your precious plants every day, huh?”
“...I’m only going to come over sometimes... idiot...”
“You always tell me not to curse, so how come you’re always calling me an idiot? Don’t you think that’s unfair?”
“It’s a term of endearment... idiot.”
I took a step closer to Miyuki as she made her playful retort and poked her in the waist, giving her a light warning.
“Say it one more time.”
“No.”
Miyuki stuck her tongue out coyly.
She watched me let out a dry laugh with a silly grin on her face, then headed for the kitchen.
She opened the fridge and sighed after looking for ingredients.
“Haaah... there’s nothing but karaage lunchboxes...”
“What were you expecting from me?”
“I wasn’t expecting anything. Should we go to the supermarket for ingredients?”
“It’s a pain today, let’s just eat the lunchboxes. It’s raining, too.”
Just as I said, it was raining outside.
Even for Japan, where it supposedly rains often, this felt excessive. But it was understandable if you considered it was the autumn rainy season, known as akisame.
Personally, I preferred the rain to a scorching hot day anyway.
“Oh, you’re right...”
Miyuki hurried over to the edge of the veranda and closed her eyes, as if savoring the rhythmic sound of the rain.
I walked up behind her as she stood there, the corners of her mouth turned up in a slight smile, and asked.
“You like rainy days?”
“Yeah... I’ve grown to like them.”
“You used to hate them?”
“I didn’t exactly hate them... but they made me feel uneasy. But now...”
Miyuki trailed off and turned around.
Staring at me, her expression was incredibly awkward, unlike when she was looking out at the rain.
It seemed she was too embarrassed to admit she’d grown to like them because of me.
The fact that it had rained every time we’d had sex probably played a part in her reaction.
“Matsuda-kun.”
“What?”
“I’m going to take a shower.”
“Want to shower together?”
“.....”
“Just kidding. There are no towels at the open-air bath, so grab one from the bathroom.”
“Okay.”
Miyuki opened the wardrobe, took out her underwear, and stuffed it under her T-shirt before heading to the bathroom.
Does she even realize that hiding it like that is sexier than just showing it openly?
* * *
Listening to the pitter-patter of the rain, we lay side-by-side, watching TV.
The weather was starting to get chilly, so I held the naturally warm Miyuki close, my hands playing with her soft skin. It felt like I was floating.
“Matsuda-kun... I’m watching TV.”
“So watch.”
“I can’t concentrate when you keep touching my stomach... stop it...”
“I’m cold. Your body is warm.”
“We can just switch to a thicker blanket...”
“Too much trouble.”
“I’ll change it for you.”
What is she talking about? Is she crazy?
I tightened my arms, making sure Miyuki couldn’t escape.
“Matsuda-kun... are you really going to be like this?”
“Yep. By the way, what did you tell your parents?”
“...That I’m sleeping over at a friend’s house...”
“Which friend?”
“Just... a friend from class...”
I could understand why Miyuki had to make excuses about sleeping out.
What kind of parents would be happy to let their daughter stay at a boy’s house?
Even if they knew we were dating, they’d be uncomfortable with her sleeping over. But Wataru and Midori have no idea about our relationship.
If Miyuki told them she was staying at my place, they might think she’d lost her mind and drag her to a hospital.
But didn’t she say she was sleeping at a friend’s house last time, too?
If you lie too much, you’ll get caught. It seems a little risky to keep using the same friend as an excuse...
Well, she’ll figure it out. Miyuki is much smarter than I am.
“Matsuda-kun... I told you to stop touching me...”
“I told you, I’m cold.”
“We have to go to the academy tomorrow...”
“What does that have to do with me touching you because I’m cold?”
“...Does it really have nothing to do with it?”
“Well, not exactly.”
I moved my hand from her stomach upward.
Her soft breasts, covered by her underwear.
As I squeezed and released them, Miyuki let out a long breath through her nose and spoke.
“See... I knew this would happen...”
“You did?”
“Couldn’t you have waited a few days... I have to wake up early tomorrow...”
Even as she said that, Miyuki tilted her head slightly.
She wanted me to kiss her. I gave her a grin and said.
“Should we stop and go to sleep then?”
“...Why are you going to sleep already...”
“You told me to wait.”
“When have you ever listened to me...”
“Are you serious?”
“.....”
Miyuki’s lips pressed together.
I gave a light peck to the now-silent Miyuki’s lips, then began planting soft, sucking kisses down the back of her neck, along her shoulder, and to her shoulder blades.
“Nngh...”
She started letting out low, short moans.
I hadn’t even started the foreplay, but she was already getting hot.
So the massage from yesterday really did keep her desire simmering.
The fact that I’d been caressing her lower stomach and the area around it for a while now must have contributed to this reaction.
I slipped my free hand under Miyuki’s waist, where it pressed against the futon.
Feeling the heavy pressure on my arm, I slid my hand inside her pants and pressed lightly against her mound.
“.....”
She let out a sharp exhale, and her hips pressed flush against my groin.
I leaned my head over her shoulder and asked, teasingly yet gently.
“More? Or should I stop?”
“.....”
“Stopping, then?”
As I said it like a declaration and started to pull my hand away,
Grab.
Miyuki grabbed my wrist over her pants.
“...More, more...”
“More what?”
“Do more... we barely did anything yesterday...”
“That was barely anything? I thought we went for a long time.”
“To me, it was just a little... it was so short... you have to... take responsibility...”
“Responsibility for what?”
“Y-You... you’re the one who made me like this, Matsuda-kun...!”
She’s spouting lines straight out of a training-trope eroge.
It’s a cliché, but hearing it in person, there’s nothing more arousing.
Slide.
I moved my hand over Miyuki’s plump labia,
“Ngh...!”
and as I felt some of the tension leave her body as she held back a moan, I thought.
Today, I should try a new position.
* * *
“Hah... hah...”
Miyuki was aroused in an instant.
Even though I’d only just started touching her, a considerable amount of her fluid had already seeped out, wetting her mound and the surrounding labia.
After checking the viscosity of the fluid on my fingers, I started taking off Miyuki’s clothes.
Her T-shirt, pants, bra... and panties.
Until I had stripped them all off and placed them beside the futon, until her pale, naked body was revealed before my eyes, Miyuki had been docile.
But the moment I had her get on her hands and knees, brought her legs together, and climbed on top of her, she reacted fiercely.
“Ah...! Hey...!”
Miyuki’s urgent words came out as her hands fumbled down toward her own backside.
I quickly grabbed the blanket and covered her waist.
Her shame seemed to lessen a bit at that, and she turned her head to the side.
“Matsuda-kun...! What are you doooing...?! Show me your face...! I can’t see it properly... I wanna see your faaace...!”
“Okay, okay.”
I answered softly and brought my face close to hers. She spoke in a voice that was on the verge of tears.
“I don’t like this... it’s embarrassing...”
“You’re all covered.”
“I don’t like it... I said I don’t...! I wanna do it while looking at your face, Matsuda-kun... hurryyy...!”
“It’s okay. Good girl.”
“I said I don’t like i—Ngh!?”
Miyuki’s tantrum cut short as her body flinched.
She must have felt my cock pressing between her buttocks.
Taking advantage of her silence, I squeezed out the gentlest voice I could manage.
“I’ll make sure you stay covered. Okay?”
“Hee... huuu...”
She buried her face in the pillow as if she was about to lose her mind, and I felt the urge to just push inside her right then and there.
But I held back. This was Miyuki’s first time in this position; the shame she must be feeling would be immense.
I had to be as considerate as possible.
I started sucking on the skin near her shoulder blades, making soft kissing sounds.
At the same time, I tickled the area around her ribs with my fingertips and blew a hot breath onto the baby hairs at the nape of her neck.
“Nngh...! Hh...”
She continued to let out intermittent moans, her face still buried in the pillow.
I said nothing, only continuing to caress her, giving her time to make up her own mind and get aroused again.
How much time passed like that?
Just as her body was heating up, Miyuki suddenly spoke.
“A-Are you really going to keep me covered the whole time...?”
I gave a gentle bite to the spot where her neck met her shoulder and replied.
“I’ll keep you completely covered.”
“My butt is ugly, I don’t wanna show it...”
“I thought it was pretty.”
“No... it’s ugly...”
“It was pretty.”
“I’m telling you it’s uglyyy...!”
“I’m serious, it’s pretty.”
“Hng...!”
Miyuki let out a nasal sound full of aegyo, kicking at the futon as she crossed and uncrossed her legs.
Realizing her actions were a sign of consent, I carefully lifted her hips, making sure the blanket covering her back didn’t fall off.
“Ah...! Matsu...”
“I just lifted you a little. I’m going to lift you a bit more. Is that okay?”
“...Am I covered weell...?”
“You’re covered well. I can’t see anything.”
“.....”
Was she reassured by my gentle tone?
Miyuki lifted her own knees and arched her back.
I patted her lower back as if praising her, then brought the tip of my cock to her slightly parted entrance, ready to push in.
“W-Wait...! Matsuda-kun...!”
“Yeah.”
“Say you like me... tell me you like me...”
Since we couldn’t see each other’s faces in this position, she must have wanted to confirm my feelings with words.
“I like you, Miyuki.”
“...Okay... you can do it now...”
Miyuki’s voice grew languid.
My heartfelt confession seemed to have washed away her embarrassment, replacing it with a pleasant feeling.
I don’t know why she’s so cute today.
If she keeps reacting like this, I think I could try a new position every day.
I gave one of Miyuki’s shoulders a final kiss before entering her.
“I’ll go in slowly. Tell me right away if it hurts.”
“Okay...”
Grabbing Miyuki’s hips, who was now mentally prepared, I tensed my lower body and pushed.
Squelch...!
My cock pushed apart her thoroughly wet folds as it entered.
Only the head had gone in, but the sensation was incredible.
She was tighter than usual, probably because she was nervous.
“Eeeek...!”
Miyuki let out a coquettish cry and lowered her hips.
I pushed my cock in deeper, scraping against her hot, tight walls,
“It hurts... it huuurts...!”
When I was buried to the root, Miyuki showed signs of pain, so I immediately pulled back a little.
Then I placed a hand on her lower back.
“Does it hurt? Try lowering your hips a bit and spreading your legs more.”
“Nngh...!”
Miyuki obediently followed my instructions.
Not only that, she even brought her arms under her chest to lift her upper body slightly.
She was instinctively finding a more comfortable position.
“Is it okay now?”
“...Yeah... it’s okayyy... b-but still, don’t put it all in... just a little at a time...”
“Alright.”
Her shoulder blades, now prominent as she propped herself up.
And below them, the deep grooves of her spinal erectors.
Admiring the sight of her back, glistening with a sheen of sweat, I began to thrust.
Schlick...! Squelch...!
“Hh... hnn...”
At first, Miyuki’s voice was nothing but ragged breaths, but,
“Aahn...! Haaahng...!”
as I gradually picked up the pace, it changed into animalistic moans.
Slap...! Slap-!
“...Ngh...! Haaaahng...!”
Her cries, which had initially matched my thrusts, began to lag behind,
“Hehk... heeehk...”
and before long, only gasping breaths escaped her lips.
It was clear proof that she was feeling a proper orgasm.
Her legs spreading even wider...
Her hips slowly lowering...
The trembling in her arms that supported her, as if an earthquake was running through them...
And the blanket, unable to withstand the increasingly intense movements, slowly slipping off to the side...
Looking down at Miyuki, who was so lost in the thrilling pleasure that she didn’t even notice her entire body was now exposed, I surrendered myself to instinct.