Chapter 426

"Matsuda-kun... Wait... Ah, waaiit...!"

Miyuki whined, her arousal clearly building from the light touch of my fingers teasing her nipples.

Ignoring her urgent pleas, I continued to stimulate her soft skin, already slick with sweat.

"Haa..."

Then, as if feeling the heat, Miyuki let out a hot breath and slowly unbuttoned her pajama top from the bottom up, one by one.

Since our bodies were pressed tightly together, I could feel the slight popping of each button against my stomach as her fingers worked.

Her pajama top parted, and our bare skin met. The slippery sensation of our sweat-slicked bodies pressing together felt incredibly obscene.

Miyuki must have thought the same, because her hands paused.

But only for a moment. She glanced up at me with an impossibly shy expression, struggling a little as she pulled the top completely off and dropped it beside the bed.

Embarrassed to bare her naked upper half, she immediately pulled the blanket over herself. I wondered if she even realized the lights were completely out anyway, making it hard to see.

I chuckled at her adorable behavior.

"What are you doing?"

"..."

"Not going to answer?"

"No..."

"You just did."

"Because you keep talking to me..."

"Is it annoying?"

"No..."

"Come here."

I raised my arm slightly, and after a moment of hesitation, Miyuki nestled into my embrace.

I felt her soft breasts press firmly against my chest. Already tender, their sweat-slicked state made the sensation strangely, intoxicatingly smooth.

Tap.

Blood had rushed rapidly to my lower half, leaving it engorged and hard. I was lightly flexing it when Miyuki pressed her lips to my cheek, prompting a languid exhale from me.

I stroked her neck, speaking in a voice that held underlying warmth but sounded outwardly coercive.

"Take off your pants, too."

"Th-that's for later... Why are you so impatient...?"

It sounded like a scolding—wondering why I could be so patient when clashing with Tetsuya, yet couldn't wait a second for this.

My Miyuki was vastly underestimating the emotion of lust.

In my current situation, even a monk who had kept a vow of silence for decades would be nagging her to strip faster.

"Then I'll take them off for you."

"..."

That seemed acceptable to her, seeing as she didn't object.

I let out a light laugh at her transparent attitude, gripping the stretchy waistband of her pajama pants and pulling it wide.

Miyuki smoothly slid her hips back to make it easier for me to pull them down.

She even lifted her knees on her own. I stripped her pants off, tossed them under the bed, and mercilessly fondled her nearly naked body, now clad in nothing but a single pair of panties.

From the backs of her thighs, to her buttocks, to the cleft between her legs...

Slow and gentle at first, then gradually stronger in time with the tension building in her body...

As I caressed her like that, relentlessly teasing, Miyuki grew even hotter.

The panties covering her sex were already damp with her juices. Furthermore, perhaps because she was pressing her legs so tightly together, the texture of her labia felt incredibly soft—far more yielding than usual.

When I focused my touch there, stroking her in a teasing, ticklish manner, Miyuki finally reacted.

"Ah...!"

Her legs twitched, shifting and crossing over one another.

It meant she was intensely, sensitively receptive to my touch.

As she let out a rather alluring moan and clung to my waist, I continued pushing her toward pleasure before completely stripping off my own shorts and underwear.

Then, I slipped my hand under one of Miyuki's legs and lifted it slightly.

"Ah... um..."

"What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?"

"N-no... Not that... What are you doing...?"

She seemed to be asking why I was lifting her leg.

We had done it on our sides two or three times, but this was our first time facing each other like this; she probably hadn't expected this position.

Looking directly into her moist eyes with vision that had adapted to the dark, I answered.

"I'm going to put it in."

"Like this...?"

"Yeah."

"How...?"

"Relax your body."

"I don't want to..."

Contrary to her verbal refusal, Miyuki's muscles began relaxing the moment I finished speaking.

Miyuki always made the exact same expression whenever I tried to slip inside her.

A look of such overwhelming embarrassment that it naturally triggered my protective instincts.

I couldn't confirm it now with the lights completely out, but she was definitely making that exact face.

Rustle.

Pressing even closer to Miyuki, I adjusted the position of my hips while listening to her nervous, yet undeniably aroused breathing.

My hand gripping her leg slipped once, but neither of us cared in the slightest.

Instead, we looked at each other and burst into laughter. Mine was sheepish, while Miyuki's was embarrassed.

The unintentionally heated atmosphere cooled slightly as a fresh, gentle breeze wafted in through the sliver of the window we'd left open to fight the sweltering heat.

The sweat on my face dried, bringing a refreshing sensation rare for the summer, and I spoke.

"Guide it in yourself."

"Guide what...?"

"Play dumb and you'll get punished."

"... Can't you do it, Matsuda-kun?"

"No."

"Then I'm not doing it. I'm going to sleep."

Watching her whine and complain—all while keeping her body perfectly relaxed for me—was so adorable I wanted to bite her.

"You think you can sleep?"

"Ah, why are you threatening me...!"

"Do it. Hurry up."

"Geez..."

Grumbling adorably, Miyuki slipped her hand between our tightly pressed bodies.

Pushing through the pressure, her hand moved lower and brushed against my cock resting right between her thighs.

Moving awkwardly, she fumbled with the shaft and the glans before raising her head with a soft rustle of her hair.

Checking my reaction, she asked in a small, fading voice.

"Like this...?"

"Just guide it in."

"Don't say it so bluntly..."

I had thought this kind of play only suited Renka, but it fit Miyuki incredibly well, too.

Hiyori also had a slight tsundere side, so at this rate, Renka's entire gimmick might get stolen.

But that was fine. The more layers I peeled back, the more new and unique traits Renka revealed.

Just as I was having those thoughts, Miyuki, who had somehow managed to press my cock against her vulva, rocked her hips slightly back and forth.

It wasn't intentional, but a purely instinctive movement.

Feeling my glans press against the entrance of her vagina, situated beneath her scorching hot labia, I quickly thrust my hips forward.

Her precious, closed entrance accepted my glans with a forceful sensation, as if being pried open against its will...

"Hah...!!"

At the same time, a rather high-pitched moan burst from Miyuki's lips, and her hips jerked wildly.

Tension spiked all the way from her legs, the contracting muscles transmitting deep inside her to tightly squeeze my half-inserted shaft.

Terrified that Kanna might hear, Miyuki quickly clamped a hand over her own mouth. Hearing the whimpering nasal sounds slipping through her fingers, I slowly began to pump my hips back and forth.

Squelch...!

I sank in deeply with one smooth stroke, making Miyuki arch her spine, before pulling back until only the tip remained inside.

When I thrust in again, the slick juices coating her vaginal walls lathered my shaft completely, making it slide in much more smoothly than the first time.

"Huuph...!!"

Did she feel an intense pleasure from that sensation—not just having her insides filled to the brim, but being pierced all the way to her absolute depths?

An obscene noise, almost a scream of ecstasy, leaked past Miyuki's muffled lips.

I felt the tremors radiating from her squirming body.

Wrapping my arm around her head as she used her entire body to express just how thoroughly she felt my cock, I established a leisurely rhythm, savoring her insides as they continuously squeezed and relaxed around me.

The awkward posture, the heavy blanket, and the stifling heat.

Crashing our increasingly drenched bodies together in this state brought an old memory to mind.

In this very room, Miyuki had once touched what I sprayed with her fingers and taken a small taste with her tongue.

Not because I told her to, but of her own volition.

Even driven by curiosity, it would have been impossible without immense courage.

If she could do that so long ago, what about now, when her love for me ran even deeper?

I felt certain she would accept an even more intense finish.

But I was getting ahead of myself.

The night was very long. Right now, rather than imagining the finish, it was time to fully feel and savor Miyuki's body.

"Does it feel good?"

I asked the question just as I pulled out, and Miyuki nodded her head fervently.

Realizing she was thoroughly aroused, I crawled over her resting leg and hoisted the leg I was holding up onto my shoulder.

Before she could even panic at the sudden shift in posture, I plunged my cock right back into her entrance, laid wide open by her raised leg.

"Ahhhk...!!!"

Taking immense stimulation from the unobstructed thrust, Miyuki let out a raw, unfiltered moan that pierced the humid, sweat-drenched air of the room. She trembled violently, gripping the bedsheets tight enough to tear them.

The position allowed me to sink incredibly deep, burying myself to the very base and granting her explosive pleasure.

At this rate, Kanna might hear us from the next room.

With that thought, I abandoned my steady rhythm and began driving my hips faster and far more roughly than before.

"Hnnng...! W-wait... Matsuda-kun...! Just a little... Let's rest just a little..."

It wasn't long before Miyuki reached an arm out, pleading in a breathless tone.

She fumbled against my stomach, trying to push me away, but I caught her hand and interlaced our fingers.

"Bear with it."

Rejecting her pleas with a firm voice, I increased the speed of my thrusts.

"Huuuk...! Haa... Haa... Stoop...!"

Miyuki's panting hitched. Her head threw back as her entire body went utterly rigid.

It seemed she was already right on the edge of climax.

Her reaction was so violently intense that I figured just a few more strokes might make her squirt.

I let out a low chuckle. As if even the vibration of my voice sent shivers through her, she thrashed beneath me like a helpless worm, and I continued to carve my presence deep into her writhing body.