Michel’s Aunt Is Fluffy
"No, I’m busy this weekend. What do you need?"
Michel’s lips worked awkwardly. She couldn’t exactly tell her family that she’d be inviting one of her students over and doing all sorts of things to him.
"Anyway, I’ve got plans. There isn’t anyone else I can ask…?"
As she listened to the voice coming through her phone, Michel’s expression grew darker and darker.
Her older sister had been planning to go on a weekend trip with her husband and leave her daughter with someone they knew, but something had come up and now that wasn’t possible. They’d looked around for someone else to watch the child, but with the trip set for tomorrow, no one was willing to take her on such short notice.
"But still…"
Michel could understand her sister’s circumstances, but she had reasons of her own, too. Still, she wasn’t the type to cut her sister off coldly while she was practically begging. She knew just how busy her brother-in-law always was, and that her sister had never even once been able to take a trip alone with her husband.
"...Okayyy."
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I made it through another school day without incident.
My emotional distance from Dania had definitely shrunk compared to before. The day I slept with her, I bought Anessa at the convenience store and handed it to her before she left, and that seemed to have planted a fair bit of trust between us.
Of course, I’d been careful about other people’s eyes, so nothing about it showed at school.
The first thing I did when I got back to the Academy Dormitory was pack a few simple things.
Starting today, I’d be staying at Michel’s place for the weekend.
I had no idea how long it had been since I’d gotten Michel all to myself.
And the more I looked forward to it, the more certain I was that Michel had to be just as excited.
The evidence was as follows.
"Michel, where should we go this weekend?"
Huh? M-maybe it’d be fine if we just stayed home and had fun instead…?
That was part of our call when we’d set up the plan.
Michel probably thought she was hiding it well, but I could feel the strong determination underneath it all—she wanted to talk with her body about all the time we hadn’t gotten to make up for.
I’d better properly relieve the stress Michel had been carrying around after working herself ragged for so long.
But when I arrived at her place, full of anticipation, there was an unexpected guest waiting for me.
"Michel?"
"Oh, you’re here?"
Michel greeted me while holding a little girl in her arms.
There was no way this was Michel’s own child, so who was she?
Noticing my confusion, she gave an awkward smile and said, "My sister’s daughter. Something came up, so she asked me to watch her for the weekend…."
"Ah…."
"Auntie, who’s this?"
With a face full of curiosity, the tiny finger pointed straight at me.
"Mm-hm, this is Auntie’s friend."
"Ohhh! A friend!"
The kid was so bright and lively it was hard not to smile.
"What’s your name?"
"May!"
"How old are you?"
"Four!"
She wiggled her tiny fingers and showed me four with both hands.
"Aw, you’re a baby."
"Not baby, May!"
I wasn’t especially opposed to children, so before I knew it, a smile had crept onto my face.
I’d been looking forward to some alone time with Michel, but if her sister was in a bind, what could I do?
For now, I went inside.
I unpacked my things, and if it had gone as originally planned, I would’ve pounced on Michel right away. But since May was here, I sat quietly on the sofa instead.
Still, the little brat seemed fascinated by the new guest and came over to stare at me from right beside my leg.
"Why did Ian oppa come here?"
"How do you know my name?"
"Auntie told me! Why did you come?"
Was four really old enough to talk this clearly? She was ridiculously articulate.
"I came to play with your aunt, of course."
"What kind of playing? Did you bring a game console? I didn’t bring one."
Kids always answered in ways that were weirdly obvious, as if they were stating the most natural thing in the world.
"Why are you here, May?"
"Mom and Dad went to work!"
No, wait. I’d just heard from Michel that her parents had gone on a trip.
They were probably doing something fun that didn’t require a game console.
"And I like Aunt Michel!"
So she came here because she liked Michel?
"I like her, too."
"Oppa likes Auntie’s fluffiness too?"
"Huh?"
Just as I was wondering what she meant, Michel came over and sat down beside us.
"Auntie!"
May suddenly rushed over, hugged Michel, and began kneading her aunt’s breasts with both hands.
There was absolutely nothing sexual about it; it was more like she was playing with a slime toy.
"So fluffy!"
Oh. That’s what she meant by liking how fluffy she was.
Michel wore a troubled expression, but looking half-defeated, she let her niece keep playing with her chest.
"So May does this a lot?"
"Yeah…. Every time we meet."
When I’d arrived, Michel hadn’t been wearing a bra, so I’d wondered if she was secretly signaling me. Apparently she’d done it so her niece could have an easier time playing with her.
"Oppa, you should touch too! You like Auntie too, right?"
"Should I?"
I reached out with a teasing grin, but the sharp look Michel gave me made me stop.
May kept kneading and pressing Michel’s breasts without pause.
At some point she’d gotten serious about it, though I couldn’t for the life of me tell why.
Reading children’s minds was harder than most magic.
Michel, who had long since given up, simply looked down at May nestled in her arms.
Even while her niece was doing something so troublesome, she seemed to find it adorable, a soft smile blooming at the corners of her lips.
From my point of view, it was a heartwarming sight.
"Seeing you like this, Michel almost looks like a mom."
"Huh, a mom?"
"Yeah."
"…."
...What was that? Michel’s expression turned a little sullen.
"Ah, I’m bored!"
May suddenly roared and flung herself at me.
"Oppa! Play with me!"
"Sure, what should we play?"
"Oh, right, May. Listen, okay? You absolutely must not tell Mom that Ian oppa came to Auntie’s house. Got it?"
"Okay!"
I understood wanting to hide a relationship with a student from family, but could you really keep a four-year-old’s mouth shut that easily?
"That’s enough?"
"May always keeps her promises to me. Once, I asked her to call me big sister instead of Auntie because Auntie made me sound too old, and she kept that secret too."
Well, that was no longer a secret.
"Oppa! Play with meee!"
The energetic little thing grabbed my clothes and bounced up and down.
I accepted May’s invitation with enthusiasm.
I gave her piggyback rides and airplane rides, picked her up and spun her around like a playground ride, and basically did anything I could think of that children would enjoy.
After that, I must’ve won her over, because when the playing was over, May was the one clinging to me instead of Michel.
"Ian oppa is fun! I like you!"
"Is that so."
"...You’re not fluffy at all. I’m going back to Auntie."
"...?"
After I’d played my heart out for over two hours, this was how she betrayed me?
May didn’t even spare a glance at my wounded expression. She ran back to Michel and hugged her again.
After that, Michel and I sat quietly on the sofa and watched TV.
Our eyes seemed fixed on the screen, but in truth every nerve in our bodies was focused on May nestled against Michel.
Of course, the unsuspecting girl kept fiddling with her aunt’s chest until she yawned, opening her tiny mouth wide.
...At last, the moment had come!
"What’s wrong, May? Are you sleepy?"
At Michel’s gentle voice, May rubbed her eyes and nodded.
This was the moment all that deliberate strenuous play I’d put her through paid off.
Michel shot me a look. I nodded back at her with all the desperation of a man on his knees. I’d delivered the ball right to the goal mouth; now it was her turn to finish.
"If you’re sleepy, should we go to the little room and take a nap? You’re a big girl now, so you can sleep by yourself, right?"
"Nooo. I want to sleep with Auntie."
"Oh, really? Okay. Let’s go in together and sleep."
Michel lifted May into her arms and stood, heading for the little room.
If she got May to sleep and then came back out alone, our plan would succeed.
"Oppa can sleep with us too."
...That hadn’t been in the plan.
Michel also made a troubled face, but she calmly said, "Oppa isn’t sleepy yet. Auntie is sleepy, so let’s sleep first, just the two of us."
"No. Oppa sleeps too."
"Th-then should the three of us sleep together in the living room? Auntie’s bed in her room is too narrow."
In fact, the bed in Michel’s room was more than big enough for two adults and one child.
The only reason she’d said that was probably because she was thinking the same thing I was.
"Haaahm, I’m sleepy too. Let’s sleep together, May."
I said it with an exaggerated yawn on purpose.
May nodded with drowsy eyes, and the three of us laid out a blanket in the living room and stretched out side by side.
"…."
In the darkness, Michel and I lay with May between us, holding our breath in case we disturbed her sleepiness.
...Wouldn’t she be deeply asleep by now?
I turned my head slightly and saw May dozing with the angelic face only children could have.
I carefully turned on my phone, careful not to let the movement wake her.
Of course, I set the brightness all the way down.
During my practical exam, Michel had promised that if she made me feel good and I scored a hundred, I’d grant her one wish.
We’d both gotten so caught up in sex partway through that we’d completely forgotten about it, but at the end, I remembered and generously gave her the hundred points.
And so the time of endurance began again.
Suddenly, I felt deep respect for all the parents in the world.
When there wasn’t a child around, it didn’t matter, but if there was, they had to have lived through this kind of thing over and over again, hadn’t they?
Some families had five or six kids. How on earth did those parents manage to sneak off and do the deed without getting caught by all those children?
Before, I’d thought the air conditioner was the greatest invention humanity had ever made. Now, contraceptives were seriously threatening that throne.
I kept trying to distract myself by thinking of random things, but my damned crotch had been hard for ages and showed no sign of calming down.
Which made sense, really, because if things had gone according to the original plan, Michel and I should already have been rolling around in bed.
Having to sit there and endure this when I’d been looking forward to the moment so much, all because of an unexpected little guest, was enough to make me want to scream.
This time, Michel’s no-bra appearance flashed through my head.
She’d been wearing an ordinary T-shirt on top, but there was nothing like no bra to make any outfit filthy in an instant.
The round swell of her areolas and nipples pressing through the fabric, the particular shape of breasts left unsupported by a bra—though she was covered, the obscenely revealing sight was somehow even more erotic for what it hid, and the ache between my legs only got worse.
...Ah, damn. I was getting close to my limit.
It had already been hard enough holding back, and now she wanted me to wait twenty minutes? That was cruel.
And why twenty minutes?
...Ah, I get it. Since it had been a while, she must’ve prepared something sexy, like lingerie or the like.
If that was the case, I could wait.
So I endured the twenty minutes, which felt like an hour, then quietly slipped out from under the blanket and headed toward Michel’s room.
Just what had she prepared?
"Ah…."
"Ah…."
What greeted my quietly opened door, full of anticipation, was Michel herself—wearing her hair in twin tails and putting on our school gym uniform.
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