One Day I Picked Up a Ninja (10)
A damp, soft tongue slipped between my lips.
A blissful sensation that blew all reason away lingered in my mouth for a moment before vanishing.
“Chuu…”
As our lips parted, Hikaru lowered her gaze, her face flushed bright red.
“G-go on.”
I chuckled and said to her,
“I’ll be back.”
It felt like I was a husband being seen off by his wife. I had a feeling I’d be able to work in a good mood this morning.
Lunchtime.
The moment I got home from the hospital, I stopped dead in my tracks.
“……Huh?”
The laundry I’d hung out that morning was neatly folded and sitting in the basket.
Not a single dish remained in the sink, and lunch was already laid out on the table.
“Hikaru?”
“You’re home? Perfect timing—I just finished.”
Hikaru poked her head out of the kitchen, wearing an apron.
“Did you do the laundry?”
“Mm.”
“The dishes and lunch too?”
“Mm-hm.”
She was the only one who’d been home, yet I couldn’t stop asking the same dumb questions over and over.
“You’re the one who works at the hospital. This is about all I can do.”
Hikaru nodded as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Hearing that, I couldn’t help smiling.
“Don’t push yourself too hard.”
“Tsk. That’s not the line I was hoping for.”
She gave me a sly little eye-smile, the corner of her mouth curling up.
The words she wanted to hear?
I thought it over for a second, then realized and gently pulled her into my arms.
“Thank you, Hikaru.”
“Hehe. Thank you too.”
We stayed like that so long the food went cold. Hikaru pouted, but the meal still tasted great.
Evening was the same.
When I came home from work the house was spotless, and dinner was already waiting.
“You worked hard today. Must’ve been tough, right?”
“It’s just the same thing every day.”
“Doing it every day is exactly what makes it hard. Sit down already. I made kimchi stew—your favorite.”
“Wait, how’d you know I like kimchi stew?”
“Huh? You told me yourself.”
“Haha, did I? Did you look up the recipe on the computer?”
“Yep. Searching is something I can do now, thanks to you. But we’re almost out of side dishes.”
“Tomorrow’s my day off, so we can go shopping together.”
After we finished eating I stood up to do the dishes, but Hikaru reached out first.
“I’ll do it.”
“You already cooked. You’re going to wash them too?”
“Mm. I’m doing it.”
Her voice was firmer than usual, yet the way she stood there with her arms crossed was still adorable.
I laughed and pulled on the rubber gloves.
“Then let’s do it together, Hikaru.”
At that she blinked wide for a second, then smiled softly.
“Okay.”
Once the dishes were done we sat on the sofa and watched TV.
She leaned against me without the slightest hesitation, completely absorbed in the drama.
Way too close…
The softness of her body and her scent hit me at the same time, and my lower half stirred on its own.
I tried to shift my hips back, but she was already pressed right up against me, so that didn’t work either.
In the end the front of my pants swelled heavily.
Hoping she wouldn’t notice was pure wishful thinking no matter how I looked at it.
“Uh…?”
Sure enough, Hikaru’s eyes dropped to my crotch and her body gave a little jolt.
Shit. How the hell do I explain this?
She’d completely forgotten the TV and was staring straight at my groin.
She’d lived a controlled life in a closed-off place, so maybe I could hope she had no sexual knowledge…
…Judging by the way her face was steadily turning red, that wasn’t it either.
“Hey, Kenji.”
Hikaru always made a point of calling me “you.” To her, a name was something far too important and careful to use lightly.
The only time she ever used my name was the moment emotion overran reason.
I answered as casually as I could.
“Yeah? What’s up?”
“This… looks really hard. Want me to help?”
“Cough!”
I choked and coughed several times.
What exactly was she offering to help with?
From behind, Hikaru patted my back.
“You okay?”
“I-I’m fi—hngh!”
The second I wiped the spit from my sleeve, her hand stroked my cock over my pants.
“H-Hikaru?”
I couldn’t see her expression because her arm was reaching around from behind, but through the soft press of her breasts against my back I felt her heart pounding hard.
“……It’s so stiff.”
“Kh…”
Her touch was incredibly delicate. She felt and kneaded it this way and that, like she was examining some fascinating new object.
It almost felt skilled, but there was no way she had any real experience.
I was just reacting too sensitively because I was a virgin.
“It got like this last night too… I felt bad just leaving it. I felt good, but you didn’t.”
Hikaru whispered right against my ear in a tiny voice. Her slender fingers undid my belt buckle.
“Y-you… where’d you learn something like this?”
“I didn’t learn it. I just heard about it. So I’m not going to be any good.”
She turned off the TV, stood up, and came around in front of me. Then she dropped to her knees with a soft thud.
Her voice had sounded calm, but her face was bright red.
“Could you lift your hips for a second?”
I obediently raised my hips at her request. Only a eunuch could refuse something like this.
With clumsy hands she pulled my pants down, then stared wide-eyed at the tent straining against my underwear.
“I-I never heard it was this big. It feels like there’s a rod inside…”
Nineteen centimeters fully hard was a point of pride for me. Even if I’d never actually used it yet.
“What did you hear?”
“That if you grab it with one hand, just a little sticks out the top…”
That was actually the average, to be fair.
Hikaru spent a moment just feeling my cock through the fabric.
“Oh, it just twitched!”
“C-could you not say stuff like that out loud? It’s kind of embarrassing…”
At that she quietly laughed and gave it a firm squeeze.
“Haah…!”
“……Hm? Was that sound just now from you?”
She lifted the corner of her mouth in a teasing little smile.
I’d never realized it when I was just reading manga, but this was ridiculously embarrassing. I could feel my face burning in real time.
The pure, inexperienced Hikaru wearing that sly smile—the gap was driving me crazy.
“Shut up…. You’re breathing pretty hard yourself.”
“I’m excited too.”
What the hell is this? Why is she suddenly so aggressive!
“W-wait, you’re hitting the tip—nngh!”
I flinched, and Hikaru stopped the hand that had been moving and looked up at me.
“What happens when I touch it…?”
“…….”
How was I supposed to explain that? Having to say it out loud myself was mortifying enough.
I averted my eyes and mumbled in a shrinking voice,
“I-it just feels… weird…”
“Pfft!”
“……What. Why are you laughing?”
“Nothing. You just got really cute all of a sudden.”
With that, Hikaru suddenly brought her mouth down over my underwear.
“……!”
Hot breath wrapped around my cock.
She opened her mouth, took the head through the fabric, and rolled it with her tongue. She even sucked on it with wet little sounds.
She gradually soaked the fabric with spit as she worked her way down the shaft, while her hand mercilessly rubbed the glans.
“Kh!”
“Slurp…. Your cock’s gotten even harder and bigger than before.”
Her hand sped up. The pleasure rising from my cock amplified in time with the pace.
Apparently deciding to focus on her hand, she pulled her mouth away and started shaking the shaft while rubbing the tip in circles with her palm.
Squish, squish.
A lewd sound came from the underwear, now mixed with precum and spit.
I couldn’t take any more.
“H-Hikaru!”
“Mm. Cum for me.”
The hand shaking my shaft hit maximum speed. She pumped up and down like mad, rubbing the head without mercy until it felt like my brain was melting.
“……!”
Brrrrrrrt!
Semen boiled up inside her hand and soaked my underwear completely.
The most intense climax of my life. My head floated, and the world in front of me sparkled white.
“Heeh, there’s so much…”
Hikaru stared in surprise and grabbed the waistband of my underwear with both hands.
“W-wait, if you pull them off now—!”
I tried to stop her, but it was already too late.
As the underwear came free, my cock—cramped and pressed down—jerked and spat out the remaining cum in a thick spurt.
“Kyaah!”
In an instant Hikaru’s face was covered in semen. She blinked a few times, then lightly licked the white liquid running down her cheek with the tip of her tongue.
“Th-that’s not something you eat.”
“Mmm, it’s a little bitter.”
She poked a finger into the cum still clinging to my cock and licked it clean.
Watching her wrinkle her nose while still sucking her finger made my cock start hardening all over again.
Hikaru looked at the slowly rising shaft and gave a meaningful little smile.
“Still, it’s not bad. It tastes really dirty somehow.”
She didn’t wipe the cum from her face; she just savored what was in her mouth.
Bukkake, I think they called it. When I saw it in manga I never understood why they left it on like that—too lazy to wipe?—but being the one who sprayed it was insanely hot.
“Then… I’ll go wash up first.”
I started to stand, but Hikaru pressed both hands down on my thighs.
I sat back on the sofa without understanding and looked at her.
“No. I’ll… clean it for you.”
She slowly brought her face closer. After ten years of reading manga, there was no way I didn’t know what that meant.
C-cleanup fellatio?!
I thought that only happened in manga.
Ah, right. This is a manga world.
“You don’t have to go that far…”
“You came because of me, right? I’ll take responsibility. If it hurts… tell me right away.”
Hikaru pressed a soft kiss to the tip of the head, then carefully took my cock into her mouth.