From Thrilling Heights to Boiling Rage
Yukiko emerged from the bathroom visibly aroused. Her porcelain skin was flushed red, and waves of hot heat radiated from her body.
"Should we take a break?"
"I... apologize."
Yukiko was wobbling uncharacteristically. I'd only ever seen her walk with perfect posture, so her drunken-stagger-like steps felt refreshingly novel.
"I spoke so confidently, yet I'm showing such an unsightly side. My apologies."
I led her to a bench and sat her down. She leaned against me with her eyes closed. The silky touch of her hair on my shoulder and her feminine scent tickled my heart.
"Is my body too heavy for you, Master?"
"Not at all."
The pleasant weight on my shoulder felt just right. The cool breeze seemed to soothe her feverish heat. We sat there pressed close for a while until Yukiko cautiously stood.
"I've troubled you."
Her first step after rising from the bench was a bit unsteady, but she quickly regained her usual upright poise.
"Alright, let's keep going."
"Understood."
Yukiko had regained her composure, but I could feel her hand trembling faintly in mine as we walked. That's when the swing we'd seen earlier caught my eye. A mischievous idea struck me.
"Hey, Yukiko. Do you like swings?"
"I have no experience playing at playgrounds, so I lack the data to say if I like or dislike them."
Our outing had been fun enough, but something more intense might spice things up.
"Then you probably don't know about scary rides either. Never been on one."
"That's true, but... it's getting late—nearly evening. The amusement park might be a bit too far now."
"I was just thinking we could ride that swing together."
Yukiko looked puzzled, scanning the park around us.
"A swing big enough for two would be something like that rocking bench over there, wouldn't it?"
The swing she pointed to was a long, horizontal one with ornate chair-like decorations—like a moving bench.
"It's charming, but not scary enough to faze me."
"Ah, no—I mean that one over there. The traditional kind."
"That's... just a long wooden pole with ropes and a plank, isn't it?"
Even as a kid, I'd been too scared to try it much.
"We both stand on the plank, I hold the ropes, and you cling tight to me."
Safety programs would peg the survival odds at 3% rather than mortality risk, but I had confidence in handling it.
"That does look intriguing. I'd like to try it."
Even if Yukiko's grip slipped from exhaustion, I'd notice first. I was sure I could catch her faster than she fell. I couldn't fully absorb the impact, so it was best avoided, but riding the swing itself wasn't inherently dangerous.
"Hey, if you don't want to, no big deal. We don't have to force it."
"No, it looks fun."
"But if it gets scary, tell me right away, okay?"
"How could I feel fear while holding you, Master?"
Her bold declaration was utterly adorable. I walked to the swing, scooped her up, and leaped lightly onto the wooden plank.
"I'm ready."
Her feet slotted between mine at the edge of the plank. With every breath she took, her lips brushed my chest, sending warm tingles through me. Normally, Yukiko's breasts didn't strike me as enormous. But that was just because she didn't wear revealing clothes—her stunning face, wide hips, and smooth back always stole the show. Now, clinging tight, I could fully appreciate their firm, springy fullness.
"Uh, what about your... bra?"
"Should I have taken it off? Since it's a date, I thought you might get carried away and grope my breasts."
"I-is that so?"
"To keep your excitement from fading, I figured bare breasts would feel softer than a bra."
Today, I'd noticed her blouse swaying softly with her chest's movement, but I'd dismissed it as an optical illusion.
"Here we go!"
I started swinging gently. When I bent my knees, she did too; when I straightened, so did she. What began as a leisurely sway soon built into fast, high swings back and forth. Going backward brought cool air resistance against my back, but it paled compared to surging forward—when the wind pressed her body fully against mine.
Feeling her warmth, the rush of wind, the drop and rise, I realized one crucial fact amid the thrill.
"Wh-whoa..."
Forget the thrill—this position was way too risky. Not safety-wise, but because we were pressed so tight, I couldn't help getting aroused. And in this setup, my excitement was impossible to hide. My swelling cock strained past my pants, poking up against her like it was trying to push her away.
I tried slowing the swing, but once it gained height, it refused to stop easily. Panicking, I glanced at Yukiko's face—our eyes met. She tilted her head up slightly and smiled seductively. That sent my half-risen erection surging to full mast in an instant. Her unyielding body squeezed my cock painfully between us.
"Whew... that was close."
After dismounting, I collapsed onto a nearby chair, panting.
"So... how was it, Yukiko? Fun?"
"If you're asking if I enjoyed it, of course. Specifically, the part where I had to desperately cling to you for dear life."
"Uh, it works like that...?"
"It's a natural chance to hug you tight and nuzzle into your chest. How could it not be enjoyable?"
"No, that was my line... You saw right through my perverted intentions."
"I love you as much as you love me, Master. Having similar thoughts is... an honor and a joy."
Her words filled me with fresh gratitude.
"If it's just hugs you want, I can give them anytime. No need to wait for chances."
I pulled her into a tight embrace. She closed her eyes, relaxing into my warmth contentedly.
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Many parts of the park matched my memories, but some had changed. Next to the playground stood a chicken skewer stall where a snack bar used to be. It must have been popular—there were photos of TV appearances, and a decent line of people waiting.
"Getting crowded now that it's dinnertime."
"I've heard of this place. If you're hungry, Master, wait just a moment and I'll fetch some for you."
"Huh, come to think of it, we haven't eaten our picnic yet. I planned to find a spot, spread the mat, and relax."
"Ah..."
"Walking with you was so fun, I forgot all about it..."
"I-I'm sorry. You must be starving, and it slipped my mind."
Yukiko looked surprisingly remorseful, her face stiffening coldly as she bowed her head. Seeing her like that made me want to comfort her somehow.
"No, no! I'll grab the lunchbox and mat from the car. Get us some chicken skewers in the meantime—salt-grilled for me."
From experience, a simple "it's fine" didn't work well when Yukiko or Mikoto got self-deprecating. Either it was overused, or just ineffective. Better to give them a task and praise them for succeeding.
"Understood."
Yukiko dashed to the stall. I strolled back to the car. With the line, I had time to spare.
At first, dating Yukiko had me insanely nervous, but it wasn't hard at all. With someone who didn't like me or felt neutral, maybe—but with someone who adored me this much, it was effortless. She would've smiled happily at me all day even if we just ate at a diner and played rock-paper-scissors.
Grinning contentedly as I headed back to Yukiko, the surroundings suddenly grew noisy. An older woman seemed to be yelling at someone.
"Aspiring whore like you, trying to fool who?!"
Closer up, the scene came into focus. The yeller was the stall manager.
"..."
And standing there, head bowed, taking the abuse... was the coldly beautiful woman I'd grown so familiar with.
"I don't know whose money you stole to pull this crap, but not in my shop. Get lost!"
Even seeing it with my own eyes, my brain refused to process at first. I stood frozen for about three seconds, then bolted toward the manager as reality sank in.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!"
Regret hit me—I shouldn't have left Yukiko alone. Outings like this never ended smoothly. But above all, fury overwhelmed me. A twinge of self-loathing crept in, knowing my anger wasn't purely selfless, but it didn't matter. The rage burned hotter.
"What the hell are you doing?!"