16. A Stubborn Cold (3)
16. Severe Cold (3)
"Miyagi, let me wipe you down with this, so take off your clothes."
"Um... I can wipe myself..."
I had definitely said I felt sticky and wanted to wash up, but that didn't mean I wanted her to wipe my body down for me. It was a request for her to draw a bath or prepare a towel so I could wipe myself.
"Fine for the front, but you can't reach your back, can you?"
Kaho had prepared a towel for me to wipe my body, which was nice, but the words that she'd do it herself made my heart sink.
What? Was I still dreaming?
My head was foggy from the fever, and my thoughts weren't working right. I was definitely awake, but Kaho's kindness made it feel like I was still in a dream.
I tried to say I'd do it myself, but...
With the wet towel in hand, Kaho gazed at me intently, so I had no choice but to start taking off my sweat-soaked shirt.
Clothes drenched in sweat were no joke to remove. The fabric clung to my skin, making sticky sounds as it peeled away, getting in the way.
The moment I finally struggled out of them, it hit me that I was stark naked in front of Kaho. Sure, we were both women—mother and daughter—what's the big deal?
'Why is she staring like that...?'
...Partly because of what happened that night, being naked in front of Kaho felt uncomfortable, and the way she looked at my body was so intense.
Like she was trying to etch my body into her corneas, her unwavering gaze made me uncomfortable, and before I knew it, I covered my breasts with one hand.
The second I did, I saw the corner of Kaho's mouth twitch up with a smirk. Like she was thinking, 'What's there to hide anyway?' It made me bristle without warning.
'Don't stare holes through me in the first place...!'
The fever just made my head spin, so I turned my back to Kaho, sat down, and let out a small sigh. I was already exhausted from this much, and all I could think was how I wanted to sleep.
After that, Kaho sat behind me, and my body tilted slightly toward her. Then, right away, the damp wet towel touched my shoulder.
'...Ah, it's lukewarm.'
Was it the fever? When the warm wet towel touched my skin, it actually made my body heat up more. It would've been better if it was cool.
But how could I complain to Kaho, who was carefully wiping me down? I just gritted my teeth and focused on the cooling sensation of the moisture on my skin as it faded.
'Still... it feels nice...'
Kaho's thorough touch as she wiped my body started to make me feel better. I liked how she brushed the hair stuck to my skin and wiped from my neck down to my waist.
Like a purring cat following her hand, I gradually surrendered my body to Kaho. Just as drowsiness started making my head bob—
"Eut?"
I felt the towel in Kaho's hand slip under my breasts. As it brushed between my ribs and chest, my body jolted involuntarily.
'Must be a mistake...?'
It happened in a split second, so I figured it was an accident. Plus, when I glanced at Kaho, her face was so serious that I couldn't even call her out on it.
Maybe I was overreacting, but...
After 'that incident' that night, wouldn't it be weirder if I didn't react sensitively? I still didn't understand why Kaho did 'that' to me that night.
'Kaho seems to think it was sex education...'
What parent gives their daughter sex education like that? It didn't make sense, so I'd suggested we pretend it never happened.
It was a mistake on my part that night, and on Kaho's too.
'Of course, Kaho said she wouldn't forget that night...'
Maybe that's why every time her hand touched me, I couldn't help but become hyper-aware. Why did she say she wouldn't forget? And what did it even mean...?
My feverish head couldn't think anymore, so I closed my eyes and focused on Kaho's hands wiping my body.
The hand that had been wiping my nape trailed down my neckline to my shoulders. After carefully cleaning my shoulders, the towel slowly moved down my back, tracing my shoulder blades.
Once it wiped straight down my spine to my waist, it felt like there was nothing left on my back. Just as I thought it was over, feeling refreshed—
Kaho grabbed my shoulders and laid me down on the bed. My view suddenly flipped to the ceiling, and I could only look up at her in shock.
"Mother? What are you—"
Before I could demand an explanation, Kaho stood up, making the bed creak. As I followed her with my eyes, the lukewarm towel landed on my stomach.
Then, as she started wiping my belly like she was stroking it, I waved my hands frantically and protested to Kaho.
"W-Wait a second! I said I'd do the front...!"
"Since I'm already doing it, let me take care of it."
"Ah, no... When Mother does it..."
I couldn't get any more words out from the embarrassment—my lips wouldn't move. I hadn't said I'd do the front for no reason...
'...Fine, I just have to endure it. If she crosses the line, I'll stop her right away.'
With that thought, I gave up and turned my head to avoid Kaho's gaze. Then her hand on my stomach started moving again.
The stroke down my belly slowly went lower to my lower abdomen and thighs. The way she pressed and wiped my thighs felt like a massage.
Every time the wet towel slid from top to bottom, cooling my body, my face heated up in the opposite direction.
To hide my flushed face, I lifted my arm to cover my eyes. I even bit my lower lip to stifle the moans trying to escape.
But with my vision blocked, memories of 'that night' kept flooding back...
And Kaho's hand kept brushing all the sensitive spots...
"Huu... hu..."
I busied myself scratching at the blanket with my nails to calm my sensitive body.
I hadn't been able to masturbate properly since coming home, so I was already pent-up, and now with Kaho kneading my body, it was making me aroused, bringing back that night—I felt like I was going crazy.
'That's why I said I'd do the front...!'
Getting excited from my mother's touch— I absolutely couldn't let Kaho find out. Who knows what she'd do again...
If I were a guy, she probably would've noticed ages ago. It was a relief I was born a girl—no way to get caught even if she saw my lower half.
Whether she knew my thoughts or not, Kaho didn't stop wiping my body. If anything, she explored every nook and cranny, leaving no spot untouched.
Especially when her fingers dug into the insides of my thighs, an unbearable sensation welled up. The feeling of her fingers teasing near my genitals stirred up false hope.
My reason screamed not to let her touch, while my instincts begged for it—they clashed constantly, giving me a headache. I'd just masturbate after it was over...
'...Ah, so that's why people get addicted to lust.'
Because of the climax I properly felt for the first time that night, rational thinking had become impossible.
The first time is everything in the world, and she ruined mine.
Kaho was the first to teach me that suffocating pain mixed with addictive pleasure coursing through my whole body.
She was the first to make me feel a real climax, drown me in ecstasy, and make my body leak such lewd fluids uncontrollably.
The problem was that my mother was the first to show me a proper climax. If it could really end with just once, how great would that be?
If it really could end with once.
When I first felt a proper climax from the masturbation Mother taught me, it was a blissful pleasure that melted my whole body.
Addicted to that pleasure, after going home, I desperately masturbated every day, trying to overlay the memory of that night.
But no matter how much I did it alone, it never felt as good as that night. Something was missing—try as I might, my masturbation always fell 2% short.
And then I ended up living with Kaho again, unable to masturbate. I just had to hold out a month to go back home, so abstaining wasn't a big deal.
The problem was situations like this. Her increased skinship since that night made it impossible to forget, even when I tried.
Even when Kaho stroked my lower belly on the filming set... That's when I first realized how easily I got wet.
I knew family shouldn't do that—mother and daughter doing such things isn't normal—so I tried to push Kaho away.
But I couldn't push away Kaho as she kept coming closer...
So I ended up allowing her to grope my body like this.
Because I didn't want to reject the affection Kaho gave me...
My eyes prickled like I might cry, and I pressed harder on the arm over them.
I felt Kaho's hand slide down to my ankle. Just as relief sighed out, thinking it was almost over—
Kaho grabbed one ankle and gently spread my legs, planting her knee between my thighs. Her leg in the middle forced my legs to spread obscenely.
I yanked my arm off my eyes in shock and looked at her—Kaho's hand was heading straight for my genitals. I reached out to stop her, but—
Kaho's hand brushed over my genitals first.
"Hueut...!"
Her fingers trailed up over my panties, stimulating my genitals, and a moan escaped me before I could stop it.
In this absurd situation happening again, as I stared at Kaho with trembling lips, she gazed at the fluid on her fingers and called me.
"Daughter."
Her voice calling me daughter twisted my heart in pain. She usually called me by name—why only now...
As Kaho playfully rubbed the sticky fluid on her fingers, the clear liquid quickly turned milky white.
Like she was confirming it was my arousal fluid.
"Why are you wet?"
Kaho, who'd been staring at the arousal fluid on her fingers, looked at me and smiled.
The way her eyes crinkled in that smile was just like the expression she showed me 'that night'...
"...Did you get wet because Mother touched you?"
My heart felt like it would stop again.