A World Just for You (11)
Cold air kissed bare skin.
Misaki had stripped my shirt completely off and, with one hand, seized both my arms and forced them high overhead.
Left completely exposed and defenseless. Heat flooded my face.
I got hurt worse than I thought, though.
Ugly purple bruises mottled my arms and flanks. Near the ribs, a contusion the size of a fist had spread in a dark, angry blotch.
That was where Ryuji’s fist had only grazed me. Just a graze, and it still looked like this. The kid’s raw power really was something else.
Misaki’s eyes went round the moment she saw my body.
“And this is ‘nothing’?”
“Doesn’t feel like anything’s broken.”
“That’s not the point. That has to hurt like hell…”
Her hands hovered uselessly in the air, afraid to touch the bruises. Then she looked up at my face and froze.
Only then did she seem to realize what she had just done. Color rushed into her cheeks.
“S-sorry!”
She snatched my shirt up off the floor in a hurry.
“I only wanted to check how bad it was. I didn’t mean anything weird by it.”
“I didn’t say a word.”
“Your face is saying plenty!”
Avoiding my eyes, Misaki carefully helped me back into the shirt. She eased my arms through the sleeves so the fabric wouldn’t scrape the bruises, then smoothed the wrinkled hem down neatly.
“You don’t have to go this far.”
“I-I was the one who took it off… so I should be the one to put it back on.”
She swallowed hard while she straightened my collar. Her ears, flushed bright red, peeked out between strands of hair.
I swallowed a laugh and let her fussy hands do as they pleased.
“All done. I’m going to wash up first. I’m sticky from all the sweat.”
“Okay. Where’s the bathroom?”
“Right outside the door.”
“Huh? Not on the first floor?”
“That’s just the toilet. The shower’s up here on the second floor. I’ll be quick.”
“Take your time. I’m not going anywhere.”
Misaki rummaged through the wardrobe and pulled out a change of clothes. When she grabbed underwear she shot me a quick glance and hastily stuffed it against her chest.
“I’m not going to steal them.”
“I-I’m not hiding them because I think you’ll steal them!”
She whipped her head away and disappeared into the bathroom.
The house was so quiet I could hear every detail: the zipper sliding down, clothes being peeled off in a rush.
Whether she knew I could hear or not, she even started humming under her breath.
Shhhh.
Water began to run. I wasn’t sure I was supposed to just sit here listening.
The image of her washing herself rose unbidden, and my heart kicked hard against my ribs.
What the hell am I thinking.
I shook my head hard, trying to clear it.
Yui was still fast asleep, breathing softly. Her long black hair was a lot like Hikaru’s, but her face was far gentler.
A shut-in hikikomori, right? Her skin was almost unnaturally pale, the kind that never sees sunlight. Dark circles sat heavy under her eyes—she clearly didn’t sleep well—but somehow they only made her look more alluring, soft rather than sharp.
And then there’s…
The overwhelming weight pressing against the gray knit sweater. I’d thought Hikaru’s chest was huge, but Yui’s was even bigger. Bigger than her own head, maybe.
I swallowed without meaning to. Even lying down, the sheer mass of them was impossible to ignore.
With a pair of milk tanks like that, she could raise twelve kids and still have enough left over for me.
They should’ve just made Misaki and Yui a yuri couple. What the hell was the original author thinking, taking material this delicious and driving it straight off a cliff?
Thanks to that, I got to meet Misaki and Yui for real—but I still couldn’t understand the kind of writer who deliberately gives readers emotional whiplash.
“Kyaaah!”
Misaki’s scream cut through the quiet.
“What?! What’s wrong?!”
I bolted out of the room and stopped right in front of the shower door.
“Ow… I just slipped a little… I must’ve pushed myself too hard today. My legs gave out.”
“You okay? Did you hurt yourself?”
“I didn’t twist anything, luckily… but nngh, I can’t get any strength into them.”
“What do we do…”
A beat of silence. Then Misaki’s voice came through the door, trembling.
“Ren… I don’t think I can manage alone… c-could you maybe come in and help me?”
I sucked in a sharp breath.
She was naked in the shower and she was calling me inside?
“…You sure?”
“Y-yeah. It’s not like we just met yesterday.”
“Then… excuse me.”
The door opened and a wave of hot steam billowed out. Inside, Misaki was sitting on the wet tiles.
“Whoa.”
The sound slipped out before I could stop it.
A flawless, blemish-free back. A narrow waist and clean side lines without a single ounce of spare flesh. Below that, childbearing hips and a plump, inviting ass.
Misaki had every single feature that could drive a man crazy—and she was displaying all of it without so much as a scrap of cloth.
I want to grab those tits from both sides and squeeze…
A faint, insistent pressure started building inside my pants.
I was staring, transfixed, at the water running down the cleft of her ass when Misaki ducked her head.
“D-don’t stare like that… just help me up…”
Her shoulders and ears had gone scarlet with embarrassment.
I cleared my throat and slid my hands under her arms.
“Nngh…”
Misaki shivered and let out a soft, indecent sound.
Her claim that her legs had given out wasn’t a lie; even with her weight on me she couldn’t quite plant her feet.
“Easy, easy.”
“Mm…”
I kept my hands under her arms, supporting her until she could stand.
Soft.
This was the first time I’d ever seen a woman’s naked body in the flesh, and it was driving me insane. I wanted to push her down right now and stare at her pussy with both eyes.
Misaki twitched like her armpits were ticklish, yet she kept wiggling her hips, trying to find solid ground.
Watching that rear view, my cock went rock-hard, straining against my pants like it wanted to punch straight through. It was starting to hurt.
“Kyaah!”
Misaki’s legs buckled again and she fell against me. The sudden weight left me no choice but to wrap both arms around her and hold her tight.
“……!”
The water soaking into my clothes was the least of my problems.
Soft, yielding flesh filled both hands. I knew I shouldn’t squeeze, yet I couldn’t stop myself from closing my fingers around that pliant warmth. The springy give of it made my cock jump even harder.
Wait.
My fully erect cock was grinding against Misaki’s ass, the outline clearly visible through the fabric.
I jerked my hips back and spoke as casually as I could manage.
“How’s that? Feeling any better?”
“…Ren.”
She turned her head shyly.
“You must be sweaty too… don’t you need to wash?”
Then she turned all the way around to face me.
Her front was completely bare. Pale skin, pretty teardrop breasts beaded with water.
“You got all wet because of me anyway. Want to… wash together?”
Crack.
Somewhere, something gave way. The sound of reason collapsing.
“Yeah.”
I answered short and stripped my shirt off at once. I started on the pants and underwear, then hesitated. Taking my briefs off in front of a girl wasn’t as easy as it sounded in my head.
Misaki’s gaze dropped—straight to my cock.
She narrowed her eyes and gave me a sly little smile.
“How are you supposed to wash with your underwear still on? I’ll help.”
She hooked her fingers in the waistband and yanked the briefs all the way down to my ankles.
My half-hard cock sprang free and smacked her right under the chin.
“Ugh! That startled me…”
Good thing I wasn’t fully hard yet. If I had been, that would’ve hurt.
“Heh… so this is a real cock…”
Misaki’s eyes sparkled as she locked onto it. She poked the half-erect shaft with a fingertip, then jiggled it back and forth.
Having her stare so intently at my crotch was honestly embarrassing. Every brush of her fingertips sent a shiver racing up my spine.
Naturally, my cock started swelling bigger.
“I-it gets even bigger than this?”
Kneeling, Misaki watched the shadow of my thickening cock fall across her face.
My heartbeat hammered against my eardrums.
She swallowed hard, then dragged a bathroom stool over.
“First… sit here for me?”
I did as she said. She sat facing me.
“Don’t close your legs.”
Misaki took hold of my knees and spread them wide.
“……!”
The cock I’d been trying to hide under my thighs sprang up right in front of her eyes.
I could have forced it back down, but somehow I didn’t want to fight her.
Seeing it throb, Misaki broke into a bright, delighted smile.
“Heh… did I get you this worked up?”
“Ugh!”
She carefully wrapped her hand around my cock. One hand slowly stroked the shaft while the other kneaded my balls.
Slick, slick.
“…How’s that? Feel good?”
She looked up at me while she worked my cock. That mischievous gaze made it jump again in her grip.
“…Yeah.”
It felt so good I didn’t need to say it twice.
“I made it hard… so I should be the one to take care of it.”
I forced the words out through the pleasure.
“You don’t have to force yourself…”
“What?”
Misaki’s brows knit for a second.
“Ren. Do I look like I’m forcing myself right now?”
Slap-slap-slap!
Her hand suddenly sped up.
“Kh!”
“I’m interested in this stuff too, you know. Guys always act like girls don’t have any sex drive.”
She stopped teasing just the head and gripped the whole shaft, pumping hard. Her other hand pressed firmly behind my balls, right against the prostate.
My head went light and floaty. If she kept this up I was going to cum any second.
I spoke in a rush.
“M-Misaki.”
“Mm? What is it?”
“It’s kind of embarrassing being the only one with my legs spread… can’t you open yours too?”
Misaki thought for a moment, then gave me a playful little smile.
“Nope. But… how about this instead?”
She took my hand and guided it straight to her breast.
Soft.
That merciful sensation short-circuited my brain all over again.
I groped her chest without thinking, kneading greedily.
“Kyaah—your cock just jumped so hard. You really love tits, don’t you?”
Misaki giggled.
“Well? Soft?”
“Yeah. Super springy… and ridiculously soft.”
She laughed under her breath and kept stroking my cock with loving care.
“I’ve always been pretty proud of these, you know. You can squeeze harder if you want.”
At that I gripped her breasts the way you’d milk them, firm and deep.
“Ahn.”
Misaki shivered, expression melting with pleasure. Still smiling, she leaned in and whispered against my ear.
“There. You’ve felt them enough, right? Now turn around for me. I’ll wash you. You worked hard today… so full service.”
I nodded, dazed, and turned my back to her. I was extremely curious what “full service” meant.
While the two of us were completely absorbed in each other, neither of us noticed the single pair of eyes watching through the slightly open bathroom door.