Chapter 51
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 51
Chapter Title: Hitting the Right Spot
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"Auntie" got her pussy smacked once and rolled around on the floor just like that.
Hit "Auntie"'s pussy!!
"......"
"What, why do you keep staring at me like that! And stop asking me weird questions!"
Another so-called tip had popped up.
It felt like something was visible, but right now, nothing registered except for "Auntie".
"...Auntie."
"What!"
What should I do with "Auntie" right now... I pondered deeply.
With the system blatantly displaying this tip, the thought that I had to do something dominated my mind.
Lost in thought as I stared at "Auntie"...
"Y-You! All you do is hit me!"
"Ha... What do you mean hit you again, ah!"
I glanced back at the system.
Hit "Auntie"'s pussy!!
"...Should I hit you?"
"I-I told you not to hit me!"
Once it clicked once, it started reading smoothly.
Hit "Auntie"'s pussy.
It seemed like it was telling me to hit somewhere, but no matter how I looked, that part wouldn't come into focus properly.
Maybe the shape in the middle was a nipple or a pussy slit? But it was hard to imagine that getting smacked counted as a sex fantasy.
"Auntie."
"...Why do you keep calling me!"
"By any chance... do you like getting hit?"
"...Are you crazy? Who would like that!"
She denied it, but maybe "Auntie" herself hadn't realized it yet.
And since it was a fantasy, something not worth sharing with others, she might be desperately hiding it from me.
Thwack-
"Ah, ouch! I told you not to hit me!"
For now, I lightly tapped her forearm.
The system stayed silent, as expected.
I had no idea where to hit right now, so maybe if I smacked everywhere visible, I'd find the answer.
"...Auntie, hold on a sec."
"Y-You! You're acting weird right now! Don't come closer! I said don't come near me!"
I wasn't even really hitting her—just a light tap with the back of my hand—and she was making a huge fuss.
"I'll go easy."
"I told you not to hit me at all!?"
"Come on, this isn't even hitting."
This was also the perfect excuse to thoroughly put this rude "Auntie" in her place.
It was an essential step on the path to eating her up.
"Auntie, don't yell for no reason. Got it?"
"Your eyes are all weird right now, what are you planning to do to me!?"
No more words were needed.
All that was left between us was a conversation of the bodies.
"If you come any closer, I'll really scream!"
"...Ah, okay. Do whatever."
Come to think of it, even if "Auntie" screamed, it would be fine.
Mom or my younger sister would just think we were bickering like usual.
"I-I'm your auntie! Your mom's little sister!"
Her resistance was predictably fierce.
So I planned to push through with brute force, but for some reason, her eyes started turning red.
"Haa..."
I never trusted women's tears to begin with.
They'd start crying like that the moment things got even slightly unfavorable.
But that didn't mean my heart was completely at ease.
If she kept being rude like before, I would've been fine smacking her anywhere, but since she was being fairly docile when it was just us, my resolve was softening.
"Crying again? Huh?"
"Wh-Who said I'm crying!"
Whether out of pride or whatever, she rubbed at her eyes with her wrist.
Her voice was already all stuffy, but she was pretending to be calm.
"...Jeez, can't even joke around."
"J-Joke...? You call this a joke...?"
"Auntie"'s eyes went wide like a rabbit's.
She peeked at me with a bewildered look.
"You didn't know? I just wanted to get closer to my auntie, so I was playing around a bit."
I flashed a friendly smile.
Of course, that wasn't my real intention, but I casually placed my hand on "Auntie"'s head and stroked it.
"D-Don't touch me! Who said you could pet your auntie's head."
"Come on, it's fine to touch auntie's head sometimes."
Her fidgeting was exactly like the women in our house.
"I said don't stroke it..."
She clenched her teeth and glared at me, but it wasn't threatening—it was just adorable.
"Did it hurt a lot here earlier?"
I gently caressed the forearm I'd lightly tapped before.
It was thin and soft, like touching glutinous rice cake.
"I-It hurt... I told you..."
"Yeah, that's why. I'm sorry, so let me give you a massage."
"N-No need... What massage..."
She scrunched up her face, but that was it.
With her feeble strength, she couldn't even keep one arm away from me.
"Hng... If you're gonna do it, at least be gentle..."
And it seemed her complaints weren't entirely baseless.
Her skin must be sensitive—everywhere my hand passed turned red.
"Should I do your shoulders too?"
"...N-No, it's fine... You can do this to your older sister or, hng! Wh-What..."
With the system broken, there was no direct way to check "Auntie"'s favorability toward me or her lust for me.
But at the very least, the fact that the system showed me a sex fantasy about her was instinctively a massive green light.
"Ah, it hurts..."
"I'll be gentler."
Even now, she kept repeating "no, no" like a parrot, but in the end, she quietly accepted my massage-like caresses.
"What about here?"
"Hng! There too, haa... it hurts..."
I loosely massaged around her neck.
Of course, I had no professional training, so it was clumsy as hell, but even this was effective enough.
"Isn't it uncomfortable standing?"
"...It's fine."
"I'm uncomfortable. Wanna sit for a bit?"
"......If my nephew's uncomfortable, no choice..."
And just like that, she plopped her butt down on the floor.
"It'd be even better if you lay face down. Wanna try?"
"...Does it really need to be that much?"
"Auntie" sat awkwardly on the floor.
So I grabbed her shoulders and half-forced her down onto her stomach.
"Ah... really... it's fine..."
"Tell me if it hurts."
"O-Okay! Y-You're doing it from on top...?"
"Of course."
When I straddled her back, she trembled in surprise.
"St-Still, this is a bit..."
It was definitely a suggestive position.
Her ass and my dick were only about a dozen centimeters apart.
"We're auntie and nephew. This much is fine."
"...R-Really?"
"Yeah. We're not strangers."
"...I guess?"
"Auntie" accepted my words easily.
I was about to lower my butt slightly onto hers and start moving my hands...
"Hic! H-Heavy!"
"Ah, that's too much whining."
"I-It really is! I'll die!"
I'd barely put any weight on her, and she was freaking out.
So I had no choice but to kneel and lift my body.
"Better now?"
"Y-Yeah..."
Only then did "Auntie" relax, showing me her narrow back as she comfortably lay face down on the floor.
"Huu..."
Her small shoulders fit perfectly in my hands.
"It's really knotted up."
"...Really?"
"Yeah."
Of course, I had no clue.
I was just spouting whatever came to mind while gauging "Auntie"'s reactions.
Tap- Tap- Tap- Tap-
"Uh, huu... that hurts a little..."
I used the edge of my hand to tap from her shoulders down her back.
At first she flinched, but now she was receiving the massage in a more relaxed pose.
"Here?"
"Uh, yeah... that feels good... nice and cool..."
"Auntie"'s satisfaction seemed to be rising, but the system still showed no reaction.
"What about here?"
"Hng, hngt! Th-That's ticklish...!"
When my hand touched her side—zero flab to be found—she twisted her body wildly.
"You need to gain some weight. You're too skinny."
"...I'm not. I've already gained plenty..."
She was a bit short, but up close, "Auntie" definitely had a model figure.
My older sister had a model-like body too, but if I had to compare, hers was the typical slender type.
But "Auntie" had those sleek, truly model-thin lines.
There wasn't a hint of sagging flesh wherever my hands passed.
It wasn't overly muscular either, but maybe due to low body fat, it felt firm and taut.
"Hng... nice..."
She seemed accustomed to my hands now.
I felt a little bad for "Auntie", who lay there with her mouth agape, meekly taking the massage, but I stopped what I was doing and raised my hand high.
Then it came down like a bee sting onto "Auntie"'s back.
Smack—
"Kyaa, kyaaaaang!!"
"Auntie"'s body jolted hard, her ass underneath bumping into mine.
"Wh-What was that all of a sudden!!"
"...Massage?"
"What kind of massage is this! I'm done now!"
If only the system would react... but silence again.
Smack—!
"Kyaaaaang!!"
Her body jolted once more, sprawling on the floor like a frog.
"Doesn't it feel refreshing?"
"It hurts! It only hurts!"
Back was a pass, then.
If there was no reaction even from this, it was beyond my abilities.
"Kyat!"
I kneaded her side again, her one potential weak spot.
"Auntie" grumbled curses under her breath before settling down meekly once more.
"Hmm... anywhere else you want?"
Truth be told, there aren't many places on a person's body worth hitting.
Head, torso, hands, feet—that's it.
The remaining prime candidates were breasts, stomach, and ass.
Breasts were tricky, though.
If there was even a sliver of plausible deniability between us, I could've smacked her pussy instead.
But risking serious sexual harassment could make things spiral uncontrollably.
Smack—!
"Kya, kyuk! Wh-Where are you hitting!"
"Hng, this is massage too. Lie on your back."
I smacked her ass once, but no system response.
At this point, I was the most curious about where exactly "Auntie" wanted to be hit.
"Ah, on your front?"
"Yeah."
"...That's enough already. I've had plenty of refreshment."
I forcibly flipped over "Auntie", who was stubbornly refusing.
And that's when I saw it.
A tiny stain had appeared on "Auntie"'s pants.
It was pure instinct—my hand rose high.
And I mercilessly smacked that stain.
Smack—!!
"Kya, kyaaaaak!!"
"Auntie" got her pussy smacked once and rolled around on the floor just like that.
I looked at her with eyes that said, "Even this isn't it?", but her reaction was completely different from what I'd expected.
Far from the system popping up, "Auntie"'s kicks were flying straight at me.