Chapter 417

Only heavy breathing came from Hiyori.

She was flustered by the sudden foreplay, but she was also growing aroused as pleasure gradually took hold from my hand touching her lower half.

Squeeze...!!

She gripped my arm—which had slid under her armpit to support her lower breast—with all her might.

That was the only thing Hiyori could do right now.

In stark contrast to her grip, which made me wonder where she found such power, her lower half had gone completely limp.

Whenever she tried to move, my fingers would brush against her sensitive spots, draining the strength right out of her.

"Nngh..."

Even though I hadn't touched the crucial spot yet, Hiyori was already bordering on orgasm.

That much was obvious just from the way her foot, poking out from beneath the Blanket, kept twitching.

Her long, red-painted toes curled and uncurled constantly. Watching them brought immense visual pleasure to me, the one dispensing the caresses rather than receiving them.

"Does it feel good?"

I asked this while drumming my fingers against her slightly convex mons pubis, right above her labia, as if playing the piano.

At that, Hiyori, who had been panting heavily through her nose, forced her lips apart.

"...I-It feels weird..."

Her mind and vision were blurry, her body was burning up...

Her heart was racing, yet she didn't exactly know what this feeling was...

Hiyori's bewildered state of mind seemed to bleed through that answer.

"What feels weird?"

"..."

Hiyori didn't answer.

She simply tried to force her already widespread legs shut, attempting to hide what she was feeling.

But the harder she tried, the more pressure she applied against the hand stroking her nether regions.

"Nngh...!!"

Hiyori let out a desperate moan at the firm pressure around her crotch, my touch pressing down as if scolding a rebellious student.

Feeling the muscles in her thighs tense and hold, I tried to slip my finger into an even deeper, more secret place.

Slip.

My middle finger crawled past the plump flesh on both sides, sliding into the cleft between them.

Did she feel that sensation?

Hiyori thrashed around, twisting her entire body.

"N-No...! You can't...!"

"Why not?"

"It's not about why..."

"Do you hate it?"

"It's not that I hate it, but if I tell you to stop, then stop...! So annoying...!"

She didn't mean it.

But her resistance was stronger than I expected.

Since I had slammed on the gas without touching the brakes, her reaction was perfectly understandable.

"Alright. I'll stop, so just stay still."

Saying that, I pressed three fingers together and patted the area around her vulva, as if applying lotion.

"Hiyeeek...! W-What are you doing?!"

Hiyori let out a startled gasp, as if she'd seen a ghost, and pinched my arm hard.

Flailing her legs wildly to pry my hand away was an added bonus.

I lightly kissed her cheek, where I could visibly see her pleasure building, and stopped my hand inside her pants to speak.

"I told you to stay still."

"Huu... Huu... How can I stay still when... Hyaaaahn...!?"

Hiyori cut herself off with a high-pitched moan.

I had formed a V-shape with my index and middle fingers, flipped my hand upside down, and stroked the sides of her labia in a sliding motion.

Her voice, hitching as her lower body twitched, was quite loud; even in a soundproof room, I worried she could be heard outside.

Taking advantage of the fact that she was turned slightly toward me, I covered her lips with my own.

"Hmph...!!"

My tongue pushed into her mouth, her fluster fully evident.

Just like in the car last time, I slowly licked her teeth and gums with the tip of my tongue while continuing to violate her lower half.

"Mmph...! Umuph...!!"

She was speaking, but I couldn't understand a word.

Judging by how her body trembled with every round trip of the hand stroking near her labia, her arousal had definitely peaked.

Fortunately, Hiyori had grown relatively docile from the moment I kissed her.

She was still squirming, but it didn't hinder my caresses in the slightest. Thanks to that, my fingers reached her most sensitive spot.

"Umph!!!"

A fierce reaction burst out of her, even though I was only touching her over her panties.

She seemed to instinctively try to bite my tongue out of shock. Was this a common reaction among the heroines?

Didn't Renka, Miyuki, and Chinami do this too? Fascinating.

One of Hiyori's legs hovered slightly off the bedsheet.

It was the result of her muscles suddenly seizing up. It looked incredibly erotic, but for some reason, it was also a little funny.

As I pinched and released the cotton of the panties covering her precious place,

"Huuungh..."

The moment I felt her panties growing damp alongside her languid nasal moan, I carefully shifted my hand.

My fingers slipped past the leg hole of her panties to touch near her vulva.

At that, her lower half violently convulsed.

"Uu..."

Did it feel good? Or was she scared?

Her nasal hum seemed to carry a mix of both.

Let's go a little further.

With that thought, I bent my middle finger and pushed it inside her.

The searing heat of her insides washed over me along with a squelching sensation.

As the tactile feedback from my middle finger filled my mind, Hiyori reacted in turn.

"Ooph...! Ughmph...!"

Still with her lips smothered by mine, she jerked her pelvis wildly.

As if spasming from the onset of an orgasm, she openly displayed the pleasure washing over her body.

I decided not to push it any further.

I simply continued kissing Hiyori while tracing circles with my finger over the smooth folds guarding the entrance to her vagina.

It seemed that this action brought her immense pleasure.

"Uungh...! Pwah...! S-Stop...!"

Barely managing to tear her face away, she gasped out those words, her entire body completely tense.

Judging by her utterly desperate tone, she was on the verge of coming.

Tap, tap.

Pretending to obey Hiyori for now, I withdrew my finger and slowly tapped her mons pubis.

But as if this caress brought even more pleasure than the last, Hiyori squirmed restlessly, shuffling her spread legs.

"Hahng...! I-I told you to stop...!"

Why was it so hot watching the Blanket over her ripple in waves as she spat informal complaints at me?

My insides were boiling with lust.

"Alright."

"You said alright...! Why are you still... S-Stop...! Wait... Ah...! Ahh!!"

I could see she couldn't hold back anymore.

Proof that she was right on the verge of coming.

As if to prove it, a stinging sensation flared across my arm where she tightly gripped me.

She had unconsciously dug her nails in, leaving scratches.

A little more and she might even bite me.

I'd make her come once, give her a break, and see her next reaction.

Decision made, I pulled her panties aside once more and slid my fingers back inside.

At the intense stimulation to her delicate skin, her head snapped back; the muscles across her entire body tensed and went completely stiff.

As I planted loud, smacking kisses on the lips of a Hiyori ready to come, she stopped her grumbling and pouted.

It wasn't an invitation for a kiss, but an expression of pathetic frustration at being rendered speechless and turned on by such a casual display of affection.

To think she had the leeway for self-reflection even while completely aroused.

It made me realize our Hiyori was truly a talent gifted with excellent sexual aptitude.

Putting aside my pride, I bent the first joint of my finger and lightly flicked around her clitoris in a brushing motion.

Striking such a sensitive erogenous zone when she was already at the very edge of pleasure brought an immediate response.

"Haaahng...!!"

Hiyori's body shuddered as she let out a sound like a hissing cat...

At the same time, warm liquid trickled down my middle finger pressed against her vaginal wall.

A highly viscous liquid that seemed to well upward before gravity pulled it down to the floor in heavy drops.

The sheer amount of it was considerable—proof that she had felt immense pleasure, and had been holding back just as much.

Feeling the endlessly leaking juices soak into her shorts, I patted her soothingly, using the tone of a parent praising a child who had just finished their homework.

"Good girl."

Then I rummaged through the shopping bag and retrieved the towel I had prepared.

As I wiped away the copious liquid pooling between her spread legs and on the sheets, I checked on the heavily panting Hiyori and found myself slightly taken aback.

Because from beneath her eyes—eyes that looked as if her pride had been completely shattered—down to her cheekbones, a thin, transparent trail was etched.

Her tearful eyes glinted faintly, reflecting the light in the room.

Staring at it, I spoke awkwardly.

"Are you crying...?"