Chapter 204

“...Three cans...”

“The fat cans? The 350ml ones?”

“Yeah... sorry.”

She was finally coming clean. I had a feeling she’d drunk a lot.

Saying she’d only had a can and a half earlier was just so she could enjoy drinking with me.

She had pretended not to drink much because she was afraid I'd see her condition and just tell her to go to sleep.

“What are you sorry for? As long as you had fun drinking with your friends, it's fine. Let's just have a little sake and get some rest.”

“I want to drink it all...”

“Not all of it. Let's just pace ourselves so you aren't suffering from a hangover tomorrow.”

“Okay...”

Miyuki squirmed on top of me, shifting her body to press even closer against mine.

She was acting especially cute today. If she kept this up, I wasn't going to let her sleep, even if it meant we wouldn't be able to properly enjoy the ski resort tomorrow.

I would keep her aroused all night, biting and sucking on her.

Breathing with the heavy, drawn-out breaths typical of someone drunk, Miyuki fiddled with her cell phone.

She had changed into a robe, perhaps finding the yukata uncomfortable. The sight of her pale, bare legs exposed so defenselessly was incredibly sexy.

“I got a text from Miho. She said she's going to sleep and asked where I am.”

“So what did you reply?”

“I told her the movie wasn't over yet and that we were going to watch another one, so she should just go to sleep.”

“Good job.”

“Is there any more sake?”

She must have liked the warm sake.

Seeing how she was asking for more after we had already split an entire bottle.

“You'll have a hard time tomorrow if you drink more. Hold off.”

“Okay... hurry up and lie down.”

“Lie down?”

“Lie down.”

Her rambling made it clear she was pretty drunk.

I agreed and lay down with my back to her. She started running her fingers through my hair.

Then, she suddenly tugged on my hair.

Since she wasn't pulling hard, my head was drawn back very slowly.

I felt like a toy in the hands of a child.

Turning my head slightly, I asked.

“What are you doing?”

“Mine...”

She muttered shyly, poking my back with her free hand.

Her cute drunken habit was both funny and baffling.

What would happen if I gave her more alcohol right now?

Knowing Miyuki's personality, she'd probably just fall into a deep sleep.

“Sure, sure.”

Letting it slide, I gently pulled her hand away and turned to lie facing her.

Miyuki, gazing at me with half-closed eyes, reached out and slipped her hand under the collar of my yukata.

Startled by her sudden boldness, I grabbed her wrist and pulled it back out.

“Hey... hey! Just hold still.”

“Why? You're mine.”

“What, am I an object?”

“Aren't you mine?”

“I am, but give me a second...”

“Then it's fine, right...?”

Miyuki completely ignored my words and giggled lazily.

Nothing I said was getting through. I couldn't tell if she was doing this on purpose or if it was just the alcohol.

I leaned toward the latter, but Miyuki was always unpredictable in moments like this...

Slip.

While I was lost in thought, I hitched my breath as Miyuki slipped her free hand beneath the sash of my yukata.

Kneading my still-soft cock through the yukata, she stared at me with hazy eyes—an incredibly obscene sight.

Moreover, there was no hesitation in her movements. It made me wonder if she had planned to initiate like this from the start.

Flustered by her aggressive attitude, I tensed my lower body as a strange surge of pleasure flared between my legs.

She was gently scraping the underside of my cock with her nails.

When did she learn how to do this?

Had she been looking things up on the internet behind my back?

Or had she paid close attention the last time we watched porn together?

Whatever it was, it didn't matter. It felt good.

Deciding to just relax and enjoy it, I let go of the wrist I had been holding.

Immediately, she closed the distance, pressing tight against me. She slipped her hand back inside my collar and stroked the skin around my nipple with her fingertips.

“Hnh...!”

The ticklish sensation made my body writhe instinctively.

Seemingly pleased by my reaction, a wicked smile bloomed on her lips.

“Do you like this...?”

Her body gave off a strange, alluring scent—a mix of faint plum and sake.

It was an unexpectedly pleasant combination. Along with her alcohol-drawn breaths and completely unfocused eyes...

Mixed together, all of these things gave Miyuki a dizzying charm.

“Answer me... do you like this?”

Instead of answering with words, I pressed my now rock-hard cock against her lower abdomen.

Her eyes curved into crescents, and she buried her face in my chest, rubbing against it.

Her hair swished softly as it brushed my skin, her slender fingers traced over sensitive spots, and to top it off, she rested her lips against my upper chest to blow hot breath onto my skin.

Aroused to my absolute limit, I exhaled a hot breath, resting my hand on the nape of her neck. I slowly kneaded my way down to her shoulders, massaging her skin.

Slip.

The movement gradually pushed her robe open, revealing the pale, smooth line of her shoulder.

It was an incredibly beautiful skin tone—enough to make a wave of lust crash over me.

I closed and opened my heavy eyelids—perhaps sluggish from the alcohol—and tapped twice on Miyuki's back as she began to suck wetly on my flesh.

Tap, tap.

Had she realized the hidden meaning behind that gesture?

Miyuki slipped the hand massaging my crotch fully inside the yukata, delving deeper until it slid under the hem of my boxers.

She ran her hand teasingly from my scrotum all the way to the tip of my cock.

The overwhelming pleasure from her touch almost made my ankles lock out straight.

Squeezing my eyes shut for a moment, I tried to push her away to buy a little space.

But she predicted my move. She bit down hard on my chest, stopping my attempt dead in its tracks.

“Hey...! Seriously, what are you doing?”

She didn't answer my scolding.

She merely gazed up at me through disheveled eyes, smiling with them.

She was acting unusually clingy and relentless today. Was this her drinking habit?

She must have restrained herself last time because Chinami was there.

It was fascinating how I kept discovering new sides to her the more layers I peeled back. It felt damn good, too.

After clinging to me like a leech and continuing her caresses, Miyuki suddenly shoved my shoulders.

She then untied the sash at my waist, spread the flaps of the yukata open, and straddled me.

I felt bare skin pressing against my waist.

Only then did I realize she wasn't wearing any panties.

“It's hot...”

Miyuki said, resting her hands on my chest and gazing down at me with deep, smoldering eyes.

Looking straight into her lovely eyes as she rocked her hips agonizingly slowly back and forth against my cock, I cleared my throat and tapped her thigh.

I spoke as if it were a passing thought.

“Then take it off.”

“No.”

“Don't, then.”

A wet sensation seeped in from below.

Proof that she was already dripping wet.

To be this wet before I'd even started touching her... the situation itself must have turned her on.

Exhaling heavy, alcohol-laced breaths through her nose, she yanked at my underwear.

It was a signal to take them off quickly. Careful not to put too much distance between us, I slipped out of my boxers and tossed them into a corner of the room.

“Done?”

“Yeah... now I'm gonna lie down.”

“Lie down?”

“Yeah.”

“Now?”

“Yeah.”

I had no idea why she was suddenly acting so weird.

Was she saying this was enough and the rest was up to me?

Given the context, that seemed to be exactly it... which felt a little unfair.

She came on so aggressively, like she wanted to devour me, only to suddenly flop onto her back?

She was probably just too embarrassed to physically guide my cock between her legs herself.

Granted, taking the lead and riding on top was a somewhat embarrassing act.

Besides, before meeting me, Miyuki had been completely clueless about things like this.

So I fully understood how she felt.

But we had plenty of times to enjoy this in the future—how long was she going to stick to this passive role?

For someone who had sneaked her tongue into my mouth like a total pervert while I was sleeping, she ought to learn how to devour me once in a while.

No, that was taking it too far. Let's correct it to: she should learn to take a more active role every now and then.

Regardless, if I gave her a little push right now while she was trying to back out, she'd figure it out on her own.

Why? Because she was a fast learner with everything.

Sure of this, I slid my hands under her thighs just as she tried to climb off me, flexing my arms to lift her hips slightly.

Then, offering a reassuring nod to a flustered, embarrassed Miyuki... Slip...

I pushed the tip of my cock just barely past her soaked folds.

“Ah...!”

A coquettish gasp spilled from her lips at the exact same moment.

Realizing that if my hands dropped her hips, I'd slide all the way in, her pupils trembled violently.

But only for a moment.

Perhaps borrowing courage from the alcohol, the tension quickly faded from her eyes. She reached out to gently cover my eyes with one hand, and then... Squelch...!

Right as I pulled my hands out from under her thighs, she slammed her hips down against my groin.

“Ah...! So d-deep...!”

She immediately started panting, gasping for air as soon as she took me in.

Her hands dug hard into my stomach to keep her balance; she had sunk down too fast and clearly felt a flash of pain.

Not expecting her to shove it in quite that forcefully, I looked at her with concern as she clenched her teeth, pressing her knees hard against my sides.

“Are you okay?”

“...Yeah... I'm fine...”

“Are you sure?”

“I said I'm fine...”

“Okay. Pull out immediately if it hurts.”

“It doesn't hurt... I told you it doesn't hurt...!”

Pouting, Miyuki bounced her hips once.

I couldn't tell if it was an involuntary reflex or an intentional move.

But either way, it was definitely a good thing for both of us.

That little bounce served as a spark, and Miyuki began to carefully move her hips.

Slide... slide...

The friction sounded different from usual.

It was a somewhat quiet sound, but to my ears, it sounded more erotic than ever.

“Nnh...!”

At first, her movements were clumsy, her entire upper body pitching forward with every thrust of her hips. But it didn't take long for her to adapt, and soon her rhythm smoothed out perfectly.

“Hnn... hnnn...!”

The faster she moved, the more her suppressed moans spilled from her lips, growing louder and more frantic.

Just as I'd expected, Miyuki adapted perfectly on her own.

Just like the model student she was.

Watching her grind her hips above me, oozing absolute sex appeal, I noticed she had started to sweat. I tugged at the tie of her robe, loosening it.

With a soft rustle, the robe parted slightly to the sides.

“St-stop it...! You idiot...!”

Scolding me in a fiercely embarrassed tone, she slapped one hand over her face.

And yet, it was hilarious how her other hand reached back to grip my legs and steady her balance.

Her expression, completely caught in disbelief that she was actually riding me in a brightly lit room, was an added bonus.

Seeing her flushed face made me feel like I was already reaching my limit down below.

Miyuki was nothing short of perfect today.

So much so that I didn't think I could possibly be any more satisfied.

“Haa... haa...”

Taking in her active display, I heard ragged breaths escaping her lips.

She must have already tired herself out from moving with her entire body tensed up.

I patted her hips in praise for her commendable effort, and when she stopped moving, I sat up.

“Can you lie back?”

“...I'm tired...”

“Then just relax. I'll take care of it.”

With that, feeling the tension bleed out of her body, I wrapped my arms around her waist and very slowly laid her down on her back.

Then, pressing my slipped-out cock against her mound and tapping it a few times, I seized the moment her lower stomach twitched to push myself back inside.

Squelch...

My cock broke through the snug resistance pressing against the tip.

Savoring the sensation of her tight walls clamping down around my shaft, I laid into her from the missionary position, relentlessly claiming her wet depths.

“Aahn...!”

I didn't forget to pause now and then to gently bite down on the pert little nipples crowning her soft breasts, relishing her every reaction.

“Hnn...! Hah...!”

Whenever Miyuki neared climax, she let out this incredibly erotic, nasal whine that tickled the ears.

It was the same now. Completely unraveled, she didn't even think to wipe her sweat-drenched face as she took my cock, letting out those signature moans.

Even the way she bit her lower lip, trying to smother her voice out of shame for sounding so filthy... there wasn't a single thing about this that didn't deeply satisfy me.

Unable to hold back the urge to cum that had been building up for a while now, I called her name in a completely lowered, hoarse tone.

“Miyuki.”

Realizing I was on the brink, Miyuki turned her head slightly and spoke in a tiny, fading voice.

“...Inside... do it inside me...”

Was this the second time she had asked me to finish inside her of her own accord?

Actually, excluding the times I had asked her first, this would be the first.

Thrilled by her answer, I let go of all my restraint without a shred of hesitation.

“Ah...!”