Chapter 95
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 95
Chapter Title: Date with Yung on Saturday (4)
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Leaving Yung—who had squirted all over the theater—behind, I quickly slipped outside and hypnotized the cleaning crew.
[From now on, clean the theater's wet seats without a shred of doubt.]
"Y-Yes..."
After layering on secondary hypnosis for both the cleaning staff and everyone else still in the theater...
"Yung, let's get out of here first."
"H-Huh? Y-Yeah! O-Okay!"
We bolted from the theater in a flash.
Just to be safe, I didn't forget to hypnotize anyone who looked even remotely important on our way out.
Anyway, with the hypnosis taken care of, we made a clean getaway from the theater.
Right around the time we'd escaped...
"Haa, haa. Hieeek."
Yung—who'd spent half her life holed up in her room—had stamina to match, so even a short sprint had her on the verge of collapse.
Me? My young body got plenty of exercise, so I was holding up better than expected.
I rubbed Yung's back as she heaved like she was about to puke and said,
"Yung, wanna take a breather somewhere nearby?"
"Ugh..."
Yung mumbled her half-melted reply, so I led her to the nearest spot to rest.
Once we arrived, I tossed Yung onto the bed and cranked up the AC.
"Hieeek..."
"Breeze helping? Feeling alive yet?"
"Ugh..."
By the time the cool air had revived Yung's floppy body a bit...
Yung peered at me and asked,
"Come to think of it... where is this? Some hotel?"
I answered her question like it was no big deal.
"Kinda, but not quite. It's a love hotel."
"Eh?"
Yung's face flashed with mild shock as she stared at me.
I shot her a look like, What's with the face?
"Why?"
"L-Love... hotel?"
"Yeah. Love hotel."
My casual response hit her like a truck. She froze for a second, processing it, then let out a perfect anime-style "Hoeek?!" before scrambling to the wall.
She clutched her chest with her arms—pitifully flat, nothing to hide—and yelled at me.
"P-Pervert! What are you gonna do to me?!"
Truth be told, I was the flustered one.
No, seriously—the bold stunt we just pulled in the theater? She took that in stride. So why freak over a love hotel?!
I voiced my thoughts, and Yung—who'd been rambling in panic—flinched hard. Embarrassment finally sank in as she averted her eyes.
Her face was beet red, too.
That told me everything I needed to know about handling Yung.
Just smack her with cold, hard facts, then tease a little.
"Hmph. At least you know what shame is."
"B-But... a love hotel's... kinda..."
She mumbled timidly, but fat chance.
"Says the girl who had a blast in the theater."
"Ugh."
My ironclad fact left her speechless. She hung her head.
I chuckled and headed for the bathroom.
The short run had me sweating a bit.
Inside, there were all sorts of intriguing gadgets.
Gotta try these with Miyuki or Haruka later.
Not with Yung?
Her theater antics might paint her as a perv, but she was tame by comparison.
Miyuki? She'd have grabbed my dick the second we sat down, we'd fondle each other till one of us came, then she'd beg for insertion on the spot.
So Yung wasn't that much of a deviant.
Just a little thrill-seeker.
That was my take as I fired up the shower and rinsed off.
Sex was probably next anyway, so just a quick wash.
As the water ran over me, a sound drifted in from outside.
"Haang~♥ Kimocchi~"
"Hieeek."
Guess the rumor was true—flip on the TV in a Japanese love hotel, and boom, straight to AV.
I ignored the porn noises Yung had apparently started and finished rinsing quick before stepping out.
"What're you doing?"
"H-Huh."
There was Yung, clutching a pillow to her chest, masturbating away.
—Squish♥ Squish♥ Squish♥ Squish♥
No hallucination.
She was legit fingering herself.
I stared at her—eyes locked on me mid-stroke—in utter bewilderment.
Masturbating in a love hotel? With me right here? Come on.
Can't let this slide.
My fingers as proxy play? Fine. But going solo with me watching?
I stormed over with fury etched on my face.
Yung jolted when I approached stone-faced and plopped into a chair, but her fingers kept pumping.
If anything, her pussy looked even wetter than when I'd first emerged.
Clearly, this setup had her thrilled.
Hmm. Time to revise that bathroom assessment.
Not content with motel masturbation—getting hornier from the guy who'd toyed with her earlier watching the show.
—Squish♥ Squish♥ Squish♥ Squish♥
Yung was a hopeless pervert.
The worst kind, even.
"Feels good?"
"Hnng♥ Y-Yes♥♥"
-Splurt! Spuuuurt! Spliiiish!!
An utter freak.
Not that I planned to let her off easy.
—Squish♥ Squish♥ Squish♥ Squish♥
Yung figured she was a pervert.
Makes sense—accidentally flipping on the TV to AV got her so worked up she started masturbating.
...Even after that massive theater orgasm. No wonder she saw herself that way.
Truth was, part of the thrill came from picturing herself and Takuya in those AV scenes.
Sure, she lacked the glamorous curves, tits, and skills.
But recalling Takuya's hands from the theater? It felt like she could hit those same highs as the girls on screen.
Deep in her session, Takuya emerged from the bathroom.
Gown-clad, he spotted her going at it and froze in confusion for a beat.
Makes sense. Walk in on someone mid-masturbation? You'd react too.
Squish-♥! Squish-♥! Squish-♥! Squish-♥!
Any normal person would've stopped cold.
But Yung's hand? Wouldn't quit.
Couldn't.
Takuya's stare made her pussy throb uncontrollably. No holding back.
She had to scratch that itch or lose her mind.
So she kept plunging her fingers—even with him watching.
His gaze on her like that? Ice-cold.
Probably disgusted, right?
That's what she thought, even as her hand kept moving.
Takuya just sat there in the chair, watching silently.
Haa...♥ Takuya's eyes... haa...♥ More♥ More♥ Look at me...♥
That stare alone drove her wild.
Did she always crave eyes like that? She'd never noticed.
Did other people's gazes ever turn me on this hard?
No. They usually just made her shrink.
So why did his feel so blissfully good?
Who knows. Didn't matter.
As Yung edged closer to climax...
Takuya abruptly stood and closed in.
—Thud. Thud. Thud.
Each footfall hammered straight into her ears.
Like he was whispering right beside her.
Up close, Takuya's expression was unchanged—pure ice.
"Feels good?"
His question lit her up with joy. She answered in bliss, and at the same moment...
"Hnng♥ Yesss♥♥"
-Splurt! Spuuuurt! Spliiiish!!
That frigid stare pushed her over the edge again.
Takuya watched, his icy mask shattering. Back to that cheerful, handsome smile from when they'd met.
But the words out of his mouth? Pure venom.
"Daring to get off without me. Yung, looks like you need a little punishment."
He muttered as he slid one finger—no, two—straight into her pussy.
Squish♥!!
"Hauuuut♥♥♥"
The sudden plunge ripped a moan from her throat.
Takuya took in the sight, then worked his fingers—teasingly slow at first, then picking up speed.
Squish~♥ Squish~♥ Squish~♥ Squish~♥
"How's that, Yung? Feel good?"
"Uut♥ D-Don't... know♥"
It did feel good. But something was off—unsatisfying.
Way better than her own fingers, yet that nagging void.
What was it? She puzzled over it briefly, clueless, then turned pleading eyes to Takuya.
"Haat♥ D-Don't know♥ T-Tell me♥"
Takuya grinned and shrugged off his gown.
That's when it hit her—the missing piece.
The cock that wrecked her utterly.
She knew it for sure the instant that searing heat plunged inside.