I Picked Up a Ninja One Day (8)
Hikaru had never once considered herself sensitive.
During pain-endurance training, while the other ninjas cried and carried on, she was always the first to pass and head off to her personal drills.
She had never understood why they reacted that way when all you had to do was grit your teeth and bear it.
"Hah!"
A damp towel brushed across the fold beneath her breasts.
Compared to taking wooden-sword strikes or swinging weapons with open wounds on her palms, the stimulus was laughably mild.
"Haa, haa…"
And yet something felt strange.
Every time those considerate hands pressed into her chest and lifted, her back arched; every time the soft yet rough towel rubbed across her skin, goosebumps rose over her entire body.
It wasn't unpleasant. Just… awkward, maybe. The sensation of being cherished by someone was still unfamiliar to her.
Then a dark thought suddenly crossed her mind.
What if Kenji doesn't actually like me?
What if he had only been washing her himself out of a doctor's sense of responsibility, and his abnormal breathing and pulse had merely been from nervousness?
Then Hikaru would have gotten herself all worked up over nothing, without a shred of confirmation.
"Hnnngh…"
Suppressing the strange sensations as best she could, she studied Kenji's face.
Behind that focused expression she could see his labored breathing and flushed ears. He was clearly aroused.
…Thank goodness.
He was excited from looking at her body. An inexplicable sense of pride welled up at that fact.
Kenji soaked the towel in water and wrung it out thoroughly with both hands.
"We're done here. I'll wash your back next. Can you sit up for a moment? Lying face-down still seems too risky."
"Okay."
She sat up, one arm covering her chest. With her back to Kenji, her bare back felt terribly exposed.
"Your clothes keep slipping down, so let's take them off for a second. You can lower your arms now. I can't see from here."
"…Okay."
Following Kenji's instructions, she removed her clothes and lowered her arms. But even as her body grew more comfortable, her heart began racing even faster.
Sitting bare-chested in front of a man. Something she never would have imagined before.
Kenji began wiping her back with the towel. Sitting this close, he must have noticed her heart pounding.
"Hiyah!"
As the towel slid down the nape of her neck, Hikaru let out an involuntary moan. A shiver ran down her spine, and a strange tingling settled low in her belly.
At her reaction, Kenji's hand stopped.
"You okay?"
"Yeah. Just, suddenly…"
Hikaru couldn't finish the sentence. How was she supposed to say that an unfamiliar sensation was spreading downward? And making that weird sound was embarrassing enough.
When she mumbled her way out of it, Kenji's hand resumed its motion.
Her breath quickened. Her whole body grew hot. Despite Kenji's careful washing, sweat rolled down her skin.
"Oh no, is it too hot? Let me turn on the AC."
Kenji operated the remote and switched on the air conditioner. The cool breeze dried her sweat, but it didn't feel particularly refreshing.
Hikaru wanted something else.
"Kenji…"
"Yeah?"
"Hurry… do it."
Kenji's touch. That alone could quench this thirst she was feeling.
After a brief silence, Kenji swallowed hard and reached for Hikaru's back once more.
"Hnn!"
The sensation of the towel brushing her back grew even more intense. She clenched her teeth, but somehow she couldn't hide her breathing.
I'm a Geukin… I should be able to endure this kind of thing…!
It wasn't even pain, so why was her body reacting like this?
Her back twitched reflexively. Only the soft friction of towel against skin filled the quiet room.
"Hikaru."
"Y-yes! Uh, yes?"
"Your underarms are joints, so they probably got pretty sweaty. Can you raise your left arm first?"
Raise her arm?
Then… he'll see my chest completely.
The hesitation didn't last long. Hikaru raised her arm and brought it behind her head.
From behind came the sound of a sharp intake of breath. That reaction drew a small laugh from her.
He really was an easy man to read. And that made her feel even more at ease.
"Haa…"
As Kenji's hand slipped between her underarm, Hikaru's ears flushed red.
The strange sensation of him rubbing the sensitive skin there made her breathing rough. At first it was pure embarrassment, but with each repeated touch her body grew hotter and hotter.
Left underarm. Then right underarm.
The ticklish sensation made her toes curl on their own.
"Nngh… huaaah…"
Just as she was surrendering herself to Kenji's touch, his hands suddenly withdrew.
Probably because the areas that needed washing were more or less finished.
"Ah."
Hikaru let out a sigh of disappointment before she could stop herself.
Then Kenji's breath tickled the back of her ear, so close she could feel it. In a low, heavy voice, he said:
"Hikaru. If you don't want this… you have to tell me."
Kenji's hand passed her underarm and reached her full breasts.
"…!"
The moment one hand cupped and lifted her heavy breast, Hikaru's entire body convulsed as if electricity had shot through her.
Swish, swish.
With the towel in his other hand, Kenji carefully wiped her chest.
First the upper swell, then the valley between. Through the towel, a man's hands were kneading Hikaru's breasts.
"Hikaru, you okay? Your breathing's pretty heavy."
"I-I'm fine… hnn!"
Why did he have to make her talk when it was so embarrassing? He knew exactly what was going on.
…He really is a tease.
Hikaru looked down at her own chest. Breasts so large that if she stood straight, she couldn't see her feet.
Because of them, carrying out missions had become difficult once she'd grown older.
She always had to wrap them in compression bandages, and even then, they inevitably restricted her rapid movements.
Other female ninjas had looked at her and said her chest was grotesquely huge.
I wonder if Kenji thinks the same.
After a moment's hesitation, Hikaru spoke.
"Um, my chest… doesn't it look weird?"
"Huh? What about it?"
"It's so much bigger than a normal woman's. I was worried you might find it disgusting…"
"What? Disgusting?! Absolutely not!"
Kenji shouted and reflexively tightened his grip. The breast he was holding was squeezed firmly just as the towel passed over her nipple—the most sensitive tip.
"Kuuuiit?!"
Hikaru couldn't hold back a sharp moan. But Kenji didn't stop.
"Do you know how much men love big breasts? Honestly, this is the first time I've ever touched a woman's chest, but…"
The towel dropped. Kenji's bare hands kneaded Hikaru's breasts like a massage. The careful touch from earlier was gone without a trace.
Hikaru's vision swam.
Th-the stimulation is too much…!
The fact that the first woman's breasts Kenji had ever touched were hers was welcome news, but she couldn't think about that now. Nothing remained in her head.
Her nipples had hardened and become extremely sensitive. Even when she masturbated alone, it had never been quite like this.
"Hikaru. Your breasts are truly beautiful. Not just your breasts—your back, your face, your heart, all of it is beautiful. So don't be insecure."
As he softly kneaded her breasts, Kenji suddenly pinched her nipple.
"Hiyaaaah!"
The skilled hands of a doctor delivered physical pleasure, and the praise that she was beautiful delivered mental pleasure.
When the two storms of pleasure overlapped, Hikaru's back arched like a bow.
Kenji supported her from behind so she wouldn't fall backward.
"Haa, haa…"
Until Hikaru recovered from the aftershocks of climax and caught her breath, Kenji quietly held her in his arms from behind.
Once she'd calmed somewhat, Hikaru turned around. She wanted to see Kenji's face.
"H-Hikaru? If you do that, your chest will be completely—mmph?"
Hikaru took Kenji's face in both hands and pressed her lips to his.
In truth, this was her first kiss. But she knew it wasn't just about lips briefly touching and pulling away.
"Mmm…"
Hikaru tilted her head and rubbed her lips against his thoroughly.
Her impression of her first kiss was… well, soft. If she had to add anything, a little moist?
She was happy to be kissing Kenji, but unlike what she'd heard, there was no physical stimulation or excitement.
I guess not everything you hear is reliable.
Then Kenji took hold of both her shoulders and pulled back.
Hikaru suddenly grew anxious. Had something about it not been to his liking?
"Hikaru. Not like that—like this."
No sooner had the words left his mouth than Kenji's face drew close. Something soft pushed between her lips and lightly touched the tip of her tongue.
"…!"
Ah. This was dangerous.
Her vision went white, and her head felt like it was floating.
Kenji's tongue, sliding in sticky and slick, freely toyed with the inside of Hikaru's mouth. It wasn't the same intense pleasure as before, but the sense that her mind was about to fly away was identical.
"Churp… chup…"
Before she knew it, Hikaru was responding to Kenji's tongue. He fondled her breasts and rolled her nipples between his fingers.
Each time, her hips jerked as if electricity had passed through them.
Hot breath passed between their mouths, and the humid air warmed even the chill of the air conditioner.
Kenji sucked on Hikaru's lower lip once with a soft pop, then slowly pulled away.
A sticky strand of saliva stretched between them like a thread.
"Haa, haa…"
Kenji stuck out his tongue slightly, as if still lost in the afterglow of the kiss. He had looked fairly practiced, but his reaction was utterly adorable.
Curious, she asked.
"Was that… your first kiss?"
Kenji averted his eyes with a flustered expression.
"H-how did you know? I thought I did pretty well…"
Oh my. This was wonderful. She'd taken Kenji's first kiss.
Hikaru smiled bashfully and tilted her head.
"You did great. It felt so good."
She was happy. Even if this was nothing more than a dream that would vanish in two months.
For the first time, Hikaru had begun to fall for someone.