Chapter 427

Miyuki grabbed a sweat-soaked pillow and bit down hard enough to tear it apart.

Her eyes squeezed shut as she swallowed her moans, enduring the relentless, deep thrusts of my cock. She looked like she was on the verge of losing her mind.

Our bodies were slick with sweat.

Flesh slid against flesh with every collision, producing a wet, slapping sound.

That sound only added another layer of eroticism to our intimacy.

"Mmph...! Hah...!"

Trembling like a feverish patient as she gnawed on the pillow, she felt her insides grow scorching hot.

A rush of warmth enveloped my buried cock, matched by the slick heat where our groins pressed together.

It was her juices spilling out from where we were joined.

Knowing Miyuki had just climaxed, I immediately pulled out.

I gently massaged her slippery thighs, still draped over my shoulders, giving her a moment to catch her breath.

"Hah... hah... it's hot..."

Wiping the sweat from her neck, Miyuki struggled to push her exhausted body up.

Panting heavily, she slid the window open all the way.

"It's too hot..."

Dehydrated from the stifling heat, she muttered the complaint again before adding another word.

"My waist..."

"Your waist?"

"Yeah... my waist..."

What did she need?

Seeing her press her fingers against her lower abdomen and glance down at her hips, I figured she wanted me to cover her up.

I grabbed a thin blanket and wrapped it around her waist. Only then did she nod, using me as a crutch to stand up.

She rested her arms on the windowsill, propped her chin on them, and let the evening breeze wash over her.

The breeze was neither cool nor strong, but it seemed to relieve the heat just enough. She closed her eyes in contentment, looking incredibly beautiful.

She swept her bangs and side hair back in one smooth motion, and I found myself staring at her, captivated.

Her usually hidden forehead was exposed, the swept-back strands adding a lush volume to the top of her hair...

Combined with her flushed cheeks and half-lidded eyes... it was a stark contrast to the girl who had just been whining and biting back moans. Her expression was intensely mature and undeniably sexy.

On top of that, the moonlight faintly illuminated the deep groove of her spine. Her body still shivered, the afterglow of her climax refusing to fade...

Just looking at her was enough to reignite my fading lust.

"Phew..."

As a fresh gust of wind prompted an aroused sigh from Miyuki, I stepped up behind her. I lifted the blanket draped over her lower back and pressed my hips against her.

Miyuki flinched. Feeling something hard press against her cleft, she must have assumed I wanted to take her from behind.

It was her least favorite position.

Having her most shameful parts completely exposed made her intensely uncomfortable, and she outright refused it unless her backside was covered.

Today, however, was different.

It wasn't just because the blanket hid her backside. It was a special day, and since she was already highly aroused, she was willing to let it slide.

The real issue was that Miyuki currently had her head leaning out the window.

And I was trying to slip inside her just like that.

The fear of someone catching us should have been overwhelming. Since Miyuki had zero tolerance for exhibitionism, the chances of her resisting were high.

Or so I thought. But as I slid my cock between her kneeling legs and ground it back and forth, I was puzzled to find her completely docile.

I fully expected her to whine and complain, so why was she just taking it?

It wasn't as if she lacked the energy to fight back. Maybe Miyuki was becoming far more open-minded than I realized.

Slide, slide.

My cock gently parted her slick folds, moving at a torturously slow pace.

Did that sensation spark another climax?

Miyuki parted her legs just a tiny bit... ever so slightly.

It was a silent plea for me to enter her. Realizing there was no need to hold back anymore, I pulled my hips back before driving my cock deep inside her.

With a wet squelch, my hard shaft stretched her tight depths wide open.

Her calves lifted slightly off the floor as her waist dipped deeply downward.

"Ahng...!"

She let out a choked moan that sounded dangerously close to a sob.

Gripping her waist, I prepared to thrust harder than before.

Clack.

I froze as the sound of the front door opening drifted up through the open window.

"Hup...!"

Startled, Miyuki quickly clamped a hand over her mouth, but it was already too late.

The person outside had already heard her voice and called out in a puzzled tone.

"Miyuki? What are you doing up there?"

It was Midori.

I had assumed Wataru was heading out for a walk. This was unexpected.

"M-Mom...! It's hot, so I was just getting some fresh air..."

"Is that so? Is Matsuda-kun doing alright?"

"Huh...? Yeah... he's in front of the fan... What about you, Mom...? Are you heading somewhere? The Convenience Store?"

"I'm heading over to Airi's house for a bit... But are you okay?"

"What do you mean...?"

"You sound sick."

"I'm not sick... Ah...! I'm just a little warm from playing around with Matsuda-kun, that's all..."

"Is that right? Are you playing around with him right now?"

Did she sense that something was slightly off about her daughter?

A hint of suspicion crept into Midori's voice.

Right on cue, I leaned over Miyuki's back and popped my head out over her shoulder.

I beamed down at Midori.

"Hello, ma'am. I heard you mention you were heading out. Should I come down?"

"Come down?"

"To give you a ride."

My nonchalant attitude seemed to dispel her doubts, as her voice returned to its usual gentle tone.

"Oh, she lives right next door, so I'll be fine. Thank you for offering, though."

"It's no problem. I wanted to help."

While casually chatting with Midori, I began moving my hips again.

Wrapping my arms around Miyuki's waist, I pulled her back flush against my stomach.

It was a slightly awkward angle, but I could still thrust into her. Acting as if nothing were happening, I continuously ravaged Miyuki's insides.

"Hua...! Ah, stop pinching me...!"

Aroused by the heat blooming from her core all the way to her skin, Miyuki let out a sultry sigh. Realizing her mother was still watching, she quickly covered it up with a lie.

I shot her a look of mock disbelief and replied slyly.

"What did I do?"

"..."

She pouted, visibly annoyed that I was ignoring her desperate pleas. Seeing her push her lips out like that, even while drowning in pleasure, was incredibly cute.

"Settle down, you two. Don't play around too much and get some sleep early."

Midori smiled, completely mistaking our exchange for the innocent bickering of young lovers.

She gave us a helpless, amused smile, and I beamed right back at her.

"Yes, ma'am. Have a safe trip."

"Miyuki, stop acting like such a child."

Miyuki opened her mouth to argue back...

Squelch...!

"Eek...! Mmh..."

A sudden, deep thrust stole the breath from her lungs. Forced to concentrate entirely on keeping her composure, she desperately tried to hurry Midori away.

Even then, she couldn't completely swallow the moan that slipped out from the overwhelming pleasure. Thankfully, it was too quiet for her mother to hear.

If the sun hadn't completely set, or if there had been just enough ambient light to make out our expressions from the street below, our lie would have been instantly exposed.

After all, neither of us was wearing a single piece of clothing.

I found myself wondering what would happen if we actually got caught.

It would definitely ruin my reputation a bit, but wouldn't Midori find it interesting?

I could easily picture it—her realizing exactly how intensely I was ravaging Miyuki, getting turned on by the thought, and going home to masturbate...

Just the fantasy was enough to make my brain melt with arousal. Honestly, I really wanted to sleep with Midori, just once.

By the way, if Tetsuya had happened to walk past Miyuki's house while out for a stroll or exercising, this would have made for a spectacular NTR scenario. It was a damn shame things hadn't worked out that way.

"Matsuda-kun...! Seriously, what are you doing...?!"

Miyuki snapped at me the second Midori was out of earshot.

I pulled my hips back and grabbed her pelvis, offering a nonchalant shrug.

Squelch—!

Then I drove my hips hard against her center.

"Hyaang...!!"

Not caring if anyone could hear, Miyuki let out the sweetest, most coquettish moan of the entire day as her waist caved downward.

Her slender waist arched beautifully, forming a perfect curve.

Seeing her grip the windowsill and drop her head in sheer exhaustion pushed me dangerously close to the edge.

I kept up my relentless thrusting, and as a thrilling, electrical surge gathered in my groin, I gently tapped Miyuki's waist twice.

Sensing my climax was imminent, Miyuki turned her head and glared at me out of the corner of her eye.

"What...! Y-you're just going to do it inside anyway...!"

Sounding like a defeated female knight awaiting the victor's judgment, she spat the words out in sheer resignation.

I pressed a series of kisses along her back, sucking hard to leave bright red marks on her skin. Exhaling a trembling breath through her nose, completely overwhelmed by her own arousal, she continued.

"Are you... not?"

She must have realized I wanted something else.

She was surprisingly quick on the uptake when it came to these things.

I affectionately stroked her ribs in praise for reading my mind, my voice now dropping into a gentle tone that entirely contrasted with my savage thrusts.

"Will you take it in your mouth?"

"...Huh?"

"Take it in your mouth."

"W-with my mouth...?"

"Yeah."