Chapter 117

Rustle. Rustle...

The soft blanket rustled.

An intense tickling sensation traced my inner thigh just below my crotch, accompanied by a soft, rhythmic pressure—like a kitten kneading with its paws.

Sniff... Haa...

The sound of someone drawing breath came from the nape of my neck. Hot air spilled across my skin, spreading down to my collarbone, and the crisp, minty scent of toothpaste drifted into my nose.

Jolted from a dead sleep, I opened my eyes to the bizarre sensations playing out across my body.

A heavy weight pressed down on one of my arms.

In the dark room, something squirmed near my shoulder.

When I turned my head, something like fine silk threads brushed against my cheek.

It was soft hair, carrying the faint, sweet scent of plums.

"...Miyuki?"

"Yeah. It's me."

"What are you doing...?"

"...You smell good."

Miyuki buried her nose in my neck and sniffed, her hand hovering dangerously close to my crotch in a teasing dance.

I had gone to bed without even showering, but she seemed to like my scent anyway.

I rolled over and pulled her into a hug, feeling her warm hand pinned between my thighs.

"Are you a pervert or something...?"

"Matsuda-kun does this a lot too... Why can't I...?"

"Who said you couldn't? I just asked if you were a pervert..."

"I'm not a pervert..."

"Sure... When did you get here?"

"Thirty minutes ago."

"You should've woken me."

"You were sleeping with your mouth open, so I just let you be."

"Good call."

With that, I pulled her tightly against me.

My hands roamed all over her, trailing from her hips up along the curve of her spine, over her ribs, and up into her underarms.

Her skin was soft and supple, and her body still radiated a comforting warmth.

Maybe it was because I hadn't touched her in three days? She felt incredibly good against me today.

"What are you doing the second you wake up..."

She began to whine.

I let out a dry chuckle and replied.

"You're the one who woke me up."

"Matsuda-kun woke up on his own... I only touched you gently..."

"Burying your nose in me and sniffing like a pervert counts as gentle?"

"I-I missed you, that's why..."

She stammered, sliding her pinned hand further up between my thighs.

Then she began lightly tracing the skin around my crotch, teasing me.

It was a cute little trick to mask her embarrassment.

I smirked and rested my forehead against hers.

"What time do you have to be back today?"

"...Ten."

"What time is it now?"

"Six..."

"Only four hours left? Should we head out? We could catch a movie and grab something to eat outside before you go back."

"It's fine. Matsuda-kun is tired, so let's just rest at ho—"

Miyuki abruptly cut herself off, pressing her lips tightly together.

She had clearly felt the hard lump pressing against her lower stomach.

Even through the thick darkness filling the living room, I caught the faint curve of her eyes as she smiled.

"And you still want to go out when you're like this..."

She murmured the teasing reproach as her hand slithered up like a snake to touch my stomach.

Her fingers explored my lower belly as if searching for something, then slipped past the waistband of my sweatpants.

She then gently stroked my cock, which was already bulging firmly through my underwear.

A tantalizing, electric sensation slowly began creeping up to my brain.

My eyes squeezed shut, and my breathing grew erratic.

Watching my reaction, Miyuki asked,

"Do you like this?"

She brushed the very corner of her lips against mine, whispering the question in a husky, provocative tone as if to tease me.

I let out a heavy breath through my nose, exhaling the mounting pleasure. When I nodded, she gave an alluring little laugh and tightened her grip.

Squeeze...

A perfect, firm pressure squeezed the shaft.

My lower body tensed instinctively, and I pulled my hips back.

Miyuki's arm, still gripping my cock, followed the motion.

That slight shift created just enough space, and her hand slid smoothly right into my underwear.

Her long, slender fingers lightly grazed the glans, sending a ticklish thrill through me, before she gripped my foreskin and began to slowly stroke up and down.

Pleasure flooded my brain, making it impossible to hold back a groan.

"...Ngh...!"

I let out a sharp gasp and firmly gripped the back of her neck.

Miyuki flinched slightly and asked, "Does it feel good...? Or does it hurt...?"

I answered by pressing a light kiss to her lips.

It meant it felt good. Taking the hint, her hand movements grew bolder.

She picked up the pace, stroking faster, and whenever my breathing grew ragged, she paused, lightly grazing my scrotum with her fingernails...

Once my breathing steadied, she gently brushed the glans before wrapping her hand around the shaft and pumping again...

She was clearly putting that article we saw in the car last time—'Seven Ways to Drive Your Man Crazy' or whatever it was—to good use.

Since she wasn't using any lubricant, I'd probably be swollen by tomorrow.

But considering this was Miyuki's first handjob, it was a price I was more than willing to pay.

How much time passed like that?

Labored breaths were escaping her lips, and the pleasure spreading from my lower half crested right under my chin. That was when the signal hit.

My body jerked, and I tapped Miyuki on the shoulder.

"Miyuki... hey... hey."

"Yeah...?"

"I think I'm gonna cum..."

Her hand sped up at my words.

Gripping my cock tightly, she pumped her hand at a frantic pace, as if pushing for a final sprint.

She looked up at me with bright, sparkling eyes and spoke.

"Yeah. You can."

Was telling me to cum too explicit for her, so she softened it to 'you can'?

That was so like Miyuki.

Soon, every muscle in my body began to contract.

She seemed to enjoy the way I squirmed as I held it back again and again, vigorously working her hand even as she grew tired.

I clenched my teeth, holding the climax at bay until the semen surged up my urethra to pool at the very tip. Just as it was about to burst out against my will, I finally let my lower body go slack.

As all the tension drained out of my body—

Spurt—!

Semen erupted outward, completely drenching Miyuki's palm.

Its heat coated the glans still wrapped in her grip.

"Haa..."

The pent-up pleasure burst forth all at once, forcing a languid sigh from my lips.

My mind went completely blank, leaving room for nothing but how good it felt.

Miyuki's first time servicing me had been that intensely satisfying.

Miyuki stayed perfectly still, her eyes wide, until the expelled semen lost its force. Then, she calmly resumed moving her hand, squeezing out the remaining drops.

She furrowed her brow slightly, as if the sticky, squelching sensation was unfamiliar.

"So much came ouuut..."

She whined in an affectionate voice, pulling her hand away.

Whitish fluid coated her skin, webbing between her fingers.

In the dim light, she stared intently at the mess. Suddenly, she brought her hand right up to her nose and inhaled deeply.

She turned her gaze back to me and broke into a soft, radiant grin.

"It smells weird..."

"It's bad, huh?"

"No... I like it."

I stared at Miyuki, who looked particularly lewd today, and glanced around for some tissues.

Conveniently enough, a pack of wet wipes was sitting right within arm's reach.

They definitely hadn't been there when I went to sleep... Miyuki must have set them out.

So she had planned this from the very beginning. For some reason, I felt like I'd been defeated.

I chuckled at how sly she was acting and meticulously wiped her hand clean.

She let out a long, contented breath through her nose, pulled a few fresh wet wipes from the pack on the mattress, and slid them straight down my pants.

"Ghk—!"

The distinct icy shock of the wet wipe hit my glans, making my flagging erection instantly spring back to attention.

I felt like I was being trained... but surely that was just my imagination?

I took a quick shower. When I opened the bathroom door, the savory aroma of cooked meat hit my nose.

Curious, I peeked into the kitchen and found Miyuki warming up a convenience store bento in the microwave.

I stepped out of the bathroom, vigorously rubbing my hair dry with a towel, and asked, "When did you buy that?"

"I bought it on my way to Matsuda-kun's house."

I felt this way a lot, but Miyuki was almost too thoroughly prepared for everything.

Except for one detail: condoms.

"I picked one with plenty of vegetables, so you have to finish all of it."

"Got it."

"I'm just worrying about you, so why are you getting annoyed?"

"When did I get annoyed?"

"Just now. With that grumbling voice..."

"I did no such thing. Stop nitpicking."

I tossed the towel aside and pulled Miyuki into a tight hug.

"It's good to see you again."

"Only saying it now...? You should have told me the moment you woke up..."

"So that's why you've been sulking."

"Who says I'm sulking..."

She muttered coyly, slipping her arms under mine to hug me back.

The heat radiating from her warm body filled me with a cozy sense of comfort.

The microwave let out a ding, but I kept my arms wrapped around her and gently asked, "Can't you spend the night?"

"I want to... but I can't. I need to stay on Mom's good side if I want her to let me sleep over in the future... Hurry up and eat."

"I'm not hungry though."

"Then rub my arm. It's sore."

She broke the hug, plopped right down on the kitchen floor, and thrust her upturned arm out toward me. She was so cute it killed me.

Sometimes she was demure, other times bubbly, and then she'd switch to being playfully whiny...

I loved her bouncy, unpredictable charm so much it drove me crazy.

I crouched down in front of her, gently took her hand, and began massaging her entire arm with my thumbs.

"Are you coming to pick me up tomorrow?"

"Of course."

"What about today?"

"I'll walk you home today too."

Did she like my answer?

The corners of Miyuki's mouth curved up into a wide grin.

I chuckled at her silent delight and said, "Let's go get ice cream later."

"Ice cream? Oh... the place you went with Senior Nanase today?"

"Yeah."

"Sounds good. Didn't Matsuda-kun have the Yogurt Peach flavor? Right? I've been wanting to try that one, so that's perfect."

No. Don't go down that path.

If you fall into Chinami's clutches, she'll try to force-feed you peaches day and night.

We need to go together, try a bunch of different flavors, and finally corrupt Chinami out of her diehard Yogurt Peach obsession.