Chapter 87

Beep!

Miyuki, soaking blankly in the open-air bath, jolted at the sudden sound of the washing machine outside.

Matsuda must be washing the wet futon...

'Haa...'

A heavy sigh escaped her lips.

Her face flushed red, and her heart pounded against her ribs.

That was how utterly humiliated she felt about the shameful display she had put on in the living room.

She felt like running off to a secluded reed field just to scream at the top of her lungs.

As the memory replayed in her mind—her hips lifted, leaking the undeniable proof of her arousal—Miyuki took a sharp breath and plunged her face beneath the hot water.

She screamed underwater.

Bubbles surged around her, tickling her cheeks and ears.

She couldn't breathe underwater, yet the muffled shout still brought a tiny measure of relief to her suffocating embarrassment.

Having exhaled every last bit of breath from her lungs, Miyuki finally raised her head.

"Pah...!"

A chilly breeze drifted in through the slightly cracked window, cooling the beads of water on her flushed face and leaving a refreshing chill in its wake.

It was raining outside. Judging by the gloomy, overcast sky, the downpour would likely last all night.

It was the perfect weather to visit that ramen shop... Her stomach suddenly gave a pang of hunger.

"Can I come in?"

Lost in thoughts of piping-hot miso ramen broth, Miyuki flinched at the sound of Matsuda's voice from outside the bathroom.

But she quickly regained her composure.

His steady baritone carried a unique sense of comfort that instantly put her at ease.

If he had simply declared he was coming in, she would have refused even if it killed her, but asking for permission in such a gentle tone completely melted her resolve.

Being seen naked was embarrassing, but they had showered together once before, hadn't they? It would be fine.

Besides, after the lewd spectacle she had put on in the living room earlier, this was nothing.

Having quickly rationalized it all, Miyuki answered in a faint voice.

"Yeah..."

The bathroom's sliding door opened with a quiet rumble.

And then...

"Hurry up and— Eeek!"

Miyuki, who had just turned to welcome him, shrieked and covered her eyes.

Matsuda was completely naked.

"W-Why did you come in completely naked...!"

The last time they showered together, they had both kept their underwear on.

Of course, they had eventually taken them off to have sex, but at least before the haze of arousal took over, when they were still in their right minds, their private parts had been covered.

The thick veil of steam filling the bathroom back then had also helped take the edge off her embarrassment.

But not today. It was the exact opposite.

Matsuda stood there with his manhood on full display, and a fresh wave of mortification slammed into her.

She took back what she thought earlier. This was definitely a big deal.

Showering together was still deeply awkward and intensely embarrassing.

"I came here to shower. I couldn't exactly walk in wearing clothes, could I?"

Matsuda's bewildered tone left Miyuki momentarily speechless.

Peeking through the gaps in her fingers, she finally lowered her hands as Matsuda stepped into the bath with a splash.

"I mean... you could have just worn your underwear like last time..."

"Was there really any need for that?"

With that, Matsuda set a plastic water bottle on the tiles beside the bath.

It was a bottle of frozen water. Miyuki flinched at the sight of it and quickly avoided his gaze.

The sight of the ice instantly reminded her of what had happened in the living room, sending a guilty pang through her chest.

Had he read her mind?

Matsuda spread his arms wide.

"Come here."

"..."

Beads of water clung to Matsuda's sculpted, muscular chest.

Stealing a glance at his torso, Miyuki pressed her lips tightly together, blushing furiously as she waded slowly over to him.

She slipped between his legs and turned around. Matsuda let out a low chuckle, wrapping his arms around her waist to pull her flush against him.

He unscrewed the cap of the water bottle and brought the rim to her lips.

At the sight of the little bit of condensation that had melted and pooled near the opening, a sudden thirst seized her.

She parted her lips obediently.

Matsuda tilted the bottle, letting the ice-cold water flow into her mouth.

It was crisp and freezing, sending a refreshing chill straight down her throat.

A jolt of pleasure similar to their ice kiss earlier seemed to strike her very brain.

Even the stray drop of water that escaped her lips, tracing down her jaw and dripping onto her collarbone, felt incredible.

Shivering with delight, Miyuki gulped frantically, her throat bobbing until she had drained every last drop of the melted water.

"Does it feel good?"

She nodded eagerly like a good girl at Matsuda's soft question.

"Haa..."

Letting out a satisfied sigh, Miyuki leaned back, pressing her bare back securely against his broad chest.

Sinking fully into his embrace, she felt incredibly cozy.

Matsuda's hands gently stroked her soft belly, the touch so soothing she almost wanted to close her eyes.

"Matsuda-kun... when the sun goes down..."

"Yeah, let's go there."

"I didn't even say where yet...?"

"You want ramen, don't you?"

"Yeah..."

"See?"

Miyuki pouted.

He sounded so obnoxiously confident, showing off as if he knew absolutely everything about her.

"..."

A strange spark of competitiveness flared inside her, bringing a sudden thought to mind.

Seven Ways to Drive a Man Crazy. She had read and memorized that article the other day.

Recalling one of the techniques, she slipped her hand down between her thighs.

She reached back and touched Matsuda's member, resting right beneath her own sex.

He twitched.

Matsuda reacted the instant her skin made contact.

His reaction felt far more intense than when she had stroked him in the car last time.

Inexplicably proud of herself, Miyuki lowered her hand further, her fingernails gently scraping against the thin skin of his scrotum.

A sharp, choked gasp instantly burst from Matsuda's lips.

She felt the muscles in his thighs—the very legs supporting her—tense up tight as iron.

And then... the soft, limp length of his manhood hardened in an instant, the swollen tip tapping eagerly against her own entrance.

"Hah...!"

As she continued to fondle him, Miyuki's lips curled into a sly smile at the ragged, strained breathing behind her—the sound of a man desperately suppressing his primal instincts.

That column she read was a masterpiece.

Just a tiny bit of stimulation, and he was already reacting this honestly...

She would have to go back and memorize every single letter of that article, word for word.

"Dammit..."

An annoyed curse escaped Matsuda's lips.

Just moments ago, he had been the one teasing and leading her around, but now the tables had completely turned.

It was thrilling and intensely fascinating.

'And next...'

The article said that once the man reacted to his testicles being caressed, you should stimulate the head to drive him completely insane.

Or you could wrap your hand around the shaft and stroke it, or even stop completely for a moment just to tease and torment him.

Reviewing the tips from the column in her mind, Miyuki turned her head to throw a sidelong glance at Matsuda.

He was scowling fiercely, glaring down at her, yet his eyes were overflowing with warmth.

Reassured by that look, Miyuki flashed him a beaming smile.

Opting for the second method, she turned entirely around to face him. Sitting between his spread thighs, she lightly wrapped her hand around his cock.

It was rock hard.

Yet, the smooth skin sheathing the thick shaft gave it a velvety softness to the touch.

She had noticed it when she lightly grabbed him in the car the other day, but his manhood was incredibly large and long.

It was almost unbelievable that a thing so massive had actually thrust inside her, stretching her apart—and that she had felt such mind-numbing pleasure from it.

She slowly began pumping her hand up and down his shaft. Matsuda's stern expression faltered, and his hips sagged heavily into the water.

He was clearly sinking into pleasure.

Empowered by his reaction, Miyuki's hand slowly picked up the pace.

'And right here...'

The article said that pausing the strokes to massage the head with three fingers, like rubbing in massage oil, would feel even better...

But trying it in practice was harder than it sounded.

Perhaps it was because his member was submerged beneath the water, making the resistance too strong.

"Hey... stop for a second..."

While Miyuki was busy stroking him and pondering her technique, Matsuda tapped her on the shoulder and groaned.

Snapping out of her thoughts, Miyuki looked up with wide, innocent eyes.

"Why...? Does it hurt...?"

Had she squeezed too hard while jerking him?

Or was she so clumsy that it just didn't feel good?

Miyuki frowned, racking her brain for what she had done wrong, until his next words made her jaw drop.

"No... I'm about to come."

"Huh...?"

He was already at the edge?

Was it really that good? Or had she been trapped in her own thoughts for longer than she realized?

The column did mention that the mere act of receiving a handjob from a clumsy beginner was enough to drive a man wild.

So maybe that was why... she couldn't really tell.

Then again, the article also mentioned that men loved it when you caught their climax with your mouth...

But the taste of his semen she had sampled back in her bedroom had been unbelievably bitter.

It had barely even touched the tip of her tongue, and it had still been that overwhelming.

Catching his load in her mouth was entirely out of the question.

For now, at least.

Miyuki had a very specific face she made whenever she fell into deep thought.

She would tilt her head about fifteen degrees to the side and cast her gaze downward.

That was the exact face she was making right now.

Completely ignoring my plea for her to stop, she just kept gripping and stroking my cock while utterly lost in thought.

She was probably obsessing over that handjob column she had read the other day.

It was adorable how she relentlessly studied everything like the perfect honors student she was, but right now, I just wanted to cum.

I had been on the very edge for a while now.

That was just how phenomenal Miyuki's very first handjob felt.

Even submerged in water, which killed most of the friction, the sheer psychological high of receiving Miyuki's very first handjob brought an insane level of satisfaction and pleasure.

That mental arousal had snowballed until it practically short-circuited my brain, pushing me violently right to the edge of release.

Unable to hold back a second longer, I shot to my feet.

"Ah...?"

Miyuki let out a startled gasp. Her hand, still firmly wrapped around my shaft, was dragged upward with me, forcing her to rise up onto her knees.

Her, kneeling before me while still jerking my cock, and me, towering over her as I took her service.

That was our current pose.

Now that my cock was out of the water, I could finally feel the full pressure of her grip.

Her rapid, slick strokes sent scorching friction straight to my brain. My cock felt like it was on fire.

"Ngh...!"

Beyond my limit, I grabbed her wrist to lock her hand tightly in place around my shaft, and then I completely let go of all the tension in my lower body.

Miyuki's eyes widened in sudden panic, and she quickly slapped her left hand over the tip of my cock.

I had no idea why she did that. Perhaps instinct had warned her.

The instinct that if she just let it happen, a hot load of semen was going to splash right across her face.

The exact second she clamped her hand over the head, a furious torrent of semen erupted from my cock.

The explosive load painted over Miyuki's slender hand, pooling thickly in her palm before overflowing, thick white drops splattering down into the bathwater and washing away.

After a short while, as the relentless stream of semen finally began to lose its momentum, Miyuki slowly pulled her hands away.

The cloudy fluid was incredibly thick and viscous today.

Staring blankly at the sticky ropes of cum webbed between her fingers, Miyuki slowly tilted her head up to look at me.

Her cheeks were flushed pink, framing an incredibly innocent expression—and yet, something about her look was undeniably erotic.

"...It's so sticky..."

I had no idea why Miyuki rubbing her cum-slicked hands together and murmuring her soft thoughts looked so unbelievably hot.

"Haa..."

Exhaling a long breath, I reached down and gently stroked Miyuki's damp hair.

She gave a bright, innocent smile and moved to rinse her hands in the bathwater. I quickly stopped her and stepped out to grab the showerhead sitting by the wall.

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