Chapter 86: A New Stimulation [R-18]
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 86: A New Stimulation [R-18]
“It’s only been a few days, but it feels like I haven’t been here in ages.”
“Yeah, it does.”
“Why is the living room so humid? The tatami will get moldy underneath if it’s like this. Did you not run the dehumidifier while I was gone?”
“Nope.”
“Why...?”
“It was too much trouble to get it out.”
“...It would’ve taken two seconds. What could possibly be so much trouble...”
Sighing heavily, Miyuki went to the storage closet next to the kitchen and brought out the dehumidifier.
She plugged it in and pressed the power button with a practiced ease.
There was no hesitation in her movements; it was as if she’d lived in this house for a long time.
Sprawled out on the futon, I placed a hand on the small of Miyuki’s back as she came over and sat down by my hips.
She swatted my hand away and chided me.
“How can you just lie down without washing up? Go take a shower.”
“Too much trouble.”
“What’s with you all of a sudden? Get up.”
“What did you say to Miura?”
“Just what I told you I would. That I had plans with you... so he should go home alone today.”
“And what did he say to that?”
“He asked what kind of plans.”
I knew he’d be clingy.
That useless bastard, with nothing going for him but the childhood friend card.
“And what did you say?”
“I said we were going to get something to eat and do some shopping. Now hurry up and go wash...”
“You want to get right to it?”
“Get right to... Ah...”
Realizing what I meant, Miyuki brought a hand to her inner thigh and gave the flesh a firm pinch.
“Ow. Stop that.”
“Matsuda-kun, why is that the only thing you think about?”
“Aren't you the same, understanding what I meant and pinching me right away?”
“I wasn’t thinking about anything. It only popped into my head because you mentioned it.”
“You really weren’t thinking about anything?”
“...I don’t know.”
Yep. She was definitely thinking about it.
As we chatted idly, Miyuki’s hand, which had been pinching my thigh, had at some point started to gently scratch my leg with the tips of her fingers.
The ticklish, sensual stimulation sent blood rushing to my crotch.
Miyuki watched the zipper of my pants slowly rise, then let out an exasperated breath.
“You were fine with just holding hands...”
“Hmm. Was I really?”
Miyuki let out a light laugh at my playful words.
She poked here and there on my leg with a curious look in her eyes, then asked.
“Are you really not going to shower?”
“I will. Just in a little bit.”
“You’ll make the futon smell. And it’s covered in germs...”
“Don’t you think it’s suffocating to worry about every little thing like that?”
I retorted, then casually stretched my arm out to the side.
Sensing my intention, Miyuki carefully lay down, resting her head on my outstretched arm.
I bent my arm, cradling her head, and caressed her cheek.
“Let’s just stay like this for a bit. The futon cover needs changing anyway. We can put on a fresh one after we shower.”
“Okay... But, Matsuda-kun.”
“Yeah.”
“...Um... can’t we wash up first...? I was running around the student council room all day, so I got really sweaty...”
As she spoke, Miyuki brought a lock of her hair to her nose and sniffed it.
Her face was gradually turning red, a sign she sensed something was about to happen.
I let out a soft chuckle and said in a gentle tone, “You don’t smell at all.”
“I think I do...”
“You don’t. Do you think I’m lying?”
“No... it’s not that... Eek!”
Miyuki suddenly let out a startled cry.
It was because I had started to unbutton her uniform.
Neck, chest, and stomach.
With each button I undid from top to bottom, Miyuki let out short breaths through her nose, her whole body signaling her nervousness.
“Matsuda-kun... let’s shower first... okay...?”
Miyuki’s voice trembled as she squirmed.
With a deadpan expression, I ignored her plea, finished unbuttoning her blouse, and pulled it open to either side.
Her pale skin was visible beneath a plain, beige bra.
When I placed my hand over it, I could feel a faint tremor.
You’d think she’d be used to this by now, but her reactions were still as girlish as ever.
I slid a pillow under the head of Miyuki, who was trying hard to even out her ragged breathing.
Then I sat up and simply stared down at her.
Silently, without doing or saying anything.
Miyuki’s eyes met mine, and her lips began to tremble faintly.
She was getting excited. Just from the atmosphere alone.
“.....”
Miyuki’s lips parted slightly.
She looked like she had something to say but was hesitant to voice it.
With an embarrassed look, she pinched my leg or scratched my waist. It seemed she liked the slight smirk on my face.
“Wait here a second.”
After stroking her hair once, I got up.
I went to the fridge, opened the freezer, and took out the ice tray I’d filled yesterday, then returned.
“...What’s that for...? Why the ice...?”
Miyuki asked, swallowing nervously.
I answered by keeping my lips sealed, taking out a single ice cube, and placing it on her navel.
“Heek!”
She gave a short spasm as the distinct chill of the ice spread.
I could see goosebumps rising on her skin.
I pressed down on the ice cube and spun it in a circle. The water, melted by her body heat, trickled down along her waistline.
The cool sensation must have been incredibly sensitive, because Miyuki’s hips arched up sharply before falling back down.
“Huu... hu...”
A shallow moan escaped her lips.
She was even looking at me with eyes full of anticipation. It seemed the heavy atmosphere and the new sensation were very much to her liking.
I grinned down at Miyuki, then took an ice cube from the tray and held it between my lips so that it protruded slightly.
Then, I leaned down and brought my lips to hers.
Clink.
Startled by this new kind of kiss, Miyuki’s eyes flew open.
But only for a moment.
She quickly adapted, wrapping her arms around my neck and closing her eyelids. She tentatively stuck out her tongue and began to melt the ice that separated our lips.
The ice cube shrank faster and faster.
The melted water trickled from the corner of her mouth, down her jawline, and soaked the pillow...
Before long, Miyuki’s tongue stole the ice cube I’d been holding.
“Hhuumph...”
A small sound of triumph escaped her, and her eyes curved into crescents.
She looked proud of what she’d done.
After rolling the ice around in her mouth with a clatter, she began to pass the water she’d collected into my mouth.
As I accepted Miyuki’s active display of affection, I rubbed the ice cube on her stomach with my other hand.
When the first cube had completely melted, I continued to kiss her as I took out a new one and caressed her entire body with it.
“Huup...! Mmph...”
A twitch when the ice touched her ribs.
Another twitch when I used my palm to rub the half-melted cube that was about to drip from her solar plexus.
And another twitch when I slipped my hand, still holding the ice, inside her bra and chilled her entire breast...
Her reactions were far more intense than usual. It was quite a sight to see... no, quite a sensation to feel.
Just as the coldness in my mouth was about to fade completely, I took the hand holding the now-tiny, almost-melted ice cube and slipped it under Miyuki’s skirt.
“Ugh! Hh!”
Miyuki’s body jolted as if she were having a seizure.
I pulled my lips from hers and looked into her trembling eyes, which shook as if in an earthquake, as I pressed the ice against her crotch.
Then, I slowly moved my hand, soaking her panties.
“Hyaak...!”
Miyuki let out a sound like a wildcat and grabbed my wrist.
From her tightly clenched legs and the tips of her toes, which were pointed straight, it was clear she was feeling an incredible stimulus.
“Matsu... this...”
Miyuki’s words were slurred, her mouth hanging wide open.
She was completely turned on, but the coldness was keeping her scattered mind from completely unraveling. It must have been driving her crazy.
Soon, the moisture would be warmed by the heat of her inner flesh and my hand, and her whole body would relax. That sensation would be quite new for her, too.
“Haaah... hah...”
From the way she was panting, it looked like she was already about to reach her climax.
I looked down at Miyuki, who was barely coherent, and asked, “Wanna take a shower?”
Miyuki furrowed her brow at my obvious question and frantically shook her head.
“N-No...! I don’t wan...!”
“So you want to keep doing this?”
“Uuht...!”
Thump. Thump.
On the verge of tears, she started hitting my arm, but there was no strength behind it, so it didn’t hurt at all.
I let out a low laugh at her pouting and brought my thumb to the spot where her clitoris was, pressing down lightly.
“Hhaaaak...!”
A scream-like moan tore from her as her pelvis shot up.
She supported her weight on the tips of her toes, her lower body trembling violently.
I slipped my thumb just inside her labia, gently pressed the protruding clitoris, and rubbed it from side to side.
Thud.
Miyuki’s hips slammed down hard onto the futon.
“Uuuugh...!”
Her legs were spread wide and stretched out straight.
All five of her cute toes were curled tightly.
Observing Miyuki in the throes of a powerful orgasm, I brought my lips to her ear and whispered in a very gentle voice.
“You can come.”
At that,
“Haaaaaaahk!!”
An animalistic moan erupted from Miyuki as her pelvis shot up again.
Drip, drip, drip.
A flood of juices began to seep from her tightly clenched pussy, soaking the futon.