Room Cafe (3)
This was insane. That word was the most fitting to describe the emotions I was feeling right now. I'd finally achieved my original goal of bringing the blanket, and Jack's thigh beneath my hand was... it feels so good..! The soft, plush fabric wrapped around his lower body, the firm muscles beneath, and the unique elasticity of his skin—solid yet yielding. Every stroke revealed the hard contours and lines of those muscles. And even if that weren't enough, watching Jack tremble and gasp with every pass of my hand over his thigh... there's no way this could feel bad.
I prided myself on working out plenty to swing my own heavy weapon freely. As a muscle-type, I'd figured my thighs after intense training would be thicker than most guys'. Yet Jack, who I knew used magic, must have trained as well—his thighs seemed even thicker than mine.
"Hehe..." I leaned in closer to the dazed, dreamy-eyed Jack and stroked his thigh more boldly. I even brushed the inner thigh a little, tickling the sensitive skin behind his knee. This is a gift from the gods..! To me, this was clearly a golden opportunity sent from above for failing to completely seduce Jack. I'd been nibbling at the pancakes in regret over not devouring him, and now the movie's suggestive scene had reignited the cooled atmosphere. It was like the heavens had laid out a feast and said, "Eat up."
"Hey, does it feel good?" I asked casually. Jack stared at me with hazy eyes for a moment before shaking his head. Whatever. I was going to keep going anyway! When I pressed my shoulder right against his and kept touching his leg, Jack shrank back as if frightened.
"I won't eat you, so relax." I patted his stiff shoulder with a bright smile. It wasn't a lie. As long as he didn't do anything provocative like rubbing his cheek against my hand like before, nothing would happen. And if he did do something like that again, that would mean he was the one seducing me first—so wouldn't it be innocent if I pounced on him? ..Or not? Ah, whatever. I wasn't going to overthink it. I'd just enjoy myself.
Since Jack had relaxed, I touched his legs however I pleased. Munching on the half-eaten pancakes and switching the finished movie for another, I thought, This is heaven.. It even started to feel like we were really dating. Fondling the unresisting Jack's thighs while thinking this might be considered creepy, but what could I do? It felt good. This level of skinship was basically what lovers did, right?
Besides, isn't Jack enjoying this too? If he'd really hated it, he would've smacked my hand away and made his refusal clear from the start. The way he twisted under my touch and let out soft whimpers suggested he didn't entirely dislike it. Or maybe he was the type from those slightly indecent comics I'd read before—the "says no but the body is honest" kind? Well, either way works for me! It would be perfect if he was quietly accepting because he liked it, but there was something satisfying about conquering Jack when he couldn't even speak from how good it felt.
Just then, Jack's flushed face began to stammer. "P-please stop..." His voice was pitiful, tongue twisted as if from being tormented. For some reason, that helpless look stirred up a sadistic urge I hadn't known I possessed. If he was going to say that, he shouldn't tremble like that or react to every single touch—how was I supposed to resist wanting to tease him more?
If it were up to me, I'd touch other places too, but... Going beyond the thighs to his stomach or anywhere else would definitely make him angry. He might even tear up and try to run away right here. ..Hmm, that actually sounded pretty good? Should I try it?
"Your body's too honest. I can't let go." In any case, my answer to Jack's plea was a gentle refusal. If he'd just trembled in shame, I might've stopped. But after squirming and gasping like it felt good, what was with the sudden modesty now? Feels like I'm the protagonist of an adult video or something.. A surge of conquest filled me. Corrupting a pure man with just a few strokes of my hand brought an exquisite sense of transgression.
Tap! Suddenly Jack grabbed my hand on his thigh, pinning it in place. Worried I'd upset him, I looked at his face, but he was blushing furiously and turning away—it seemed more like embarrassment than anger. As I waited for his answer, a quiet voice reached my ears.
"Touching my thighs is fine since I said they were Lucia's today, but..." Jack hesitated, looking anxious, then squeezed his eyes shut and clutched my hand tighter as he pleaded, "If you're going to keep touching, could you be a little gentler..?"
It was probably meant to calm my supposedly violent touch, but the moment I heard it, something in my head snapped with a crack.
"H-heeek..!" When I came to, I was straddling Jack, pinning both his arms down. Seeing him tremble beneath me filled me with conquest again, but another thought came first. This is bad.
Every time Jack did something slightly seductive—like rubbing his face against my hand earlier—I'd thought about pouncing on him, devouring him. Fantasizing in my head was one thing, but actually acting on it was another. Daydreaming circuits were fine, but carrying them out was a problem. And now, unable to resist my desire, I'd acted on half of that sticky fantasy. This is a real disaster..
Looking at Jack, who was even tearing up and shaking, I felt the gravity of the situation. What if he started hating me because of this? Or worse, saw me as some kind of sex offender? Panicking, I released his arms and bowed my head in apology.
"I'm sorry! I must've lost my mind for a second! I'll never do it again!" He must've been terrified. I had no excuse—even I would be scared if someone much stronger than me pinned me down like that. I resented my past self for thinking it would be fine to pounce since he'd seduced me first. ..Eek!
While apologizing with my head down, I looked up to see Jack's angry-looking eyes and quickly ducked again. In that painfully slow passage of time, trembling as I waited, Jack's thorny voice finally came.
"..Did you like it because you forced yourself on me like that?"
The moment I heard it, I knew. One wrong word here and all the trust I'd painstakingly built would shatter—and Jack would never let me close again. ..That can't happen. Maybe before, but now that I'd realized my feelings, I couldn't imagine a world without Jack. The thought of never even being allowed to look at someone I liked just by watching was terrifying.
"No.. I was wrong. I shouldn't have done that.." I kept my head bowed in submission, but Jack's cold reply came back.
"Answer the question. So, did you like it?"
I should've held back. Why had I acted so impulsively a few minutes ago? Thinking about it, just stroking his thighs without permission had already been sexual harassment. I was starting to hate myself.
"Even if I liked it, I shouldn't have done this. It's my fault. I'm really sorry.." Still, I had to answer, so I told him the truth—that it had felt good, and that I was deeply sorry—pouring every bit of sincerity into it, praying he'd forgive me.
Then Jack's softened voice reached my ears. "..Look up. Stop doing that."
I jerked my head up and looked at him with trembling eyes. He touched his own chin, looking embarrassed, and said, "Next time something like that happens, ask for permission first.." His face was red as he gave the advice.
..I knew I shouldn't be thinking this in this situation, but he was really too cute. Ugh.. But if I showed affection now, I'd become a complete trash who couldn't control their desires. I suppressed the rising lust, fidgeted with my hands, and tried my best to hold back the urge to cling to him.
Jack sighed at the sight of my hands, then spread his arms wide. "If you're just itching to touch me again or something, come here and hug me."
..It was nice, but was this really okay? When I glanced at him uncertainly, Jack just shrugged like it didn't matter. Relieved, I scurried over and hugged him. Warmth immediately spread through my entire body. It felt like his kindness itself was gently embracing me, and my mood lifted.
"Hehe.." I let out a dumb laugh without hiding it, and Jack chuckled. Haah, this is so nice. This was happiness. Just staying like this was enough—had my past self been an idiot for only thinking about pouncing on Jack? ..Hmm. He smells good.
That aside, now that I was hugging him tightly, I noticed a pleasant scent coming from his body. It was like soap mixed with something herbal—refreshing and mood-lifting. The fragrance was so lovely it was hard to believe it was just body odor. It tickled my nose pleasantly.
"Sniff.." Unable to resist my desire once again, I buried my face in Jack's chest while hugging him and took a deep breath of his scent.
Thwack! "Ow!" Before long, I got a flick on the forehead. Still, he let me keep smelling him. Hehe, this really feels good.