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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Nekorune
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*Rustle* *Rustle…*
The soft blanket made rustling sounds. The inside of my thigh, right below my groin, felt incredibly itchy, and I felt a pressing sensation, as if a kitten was kneading with its cute paws.
*Slurp…!* *Huff…*
A sucking sound came from my neck, along with a warm breath that spread to my collarbone, and the minty scent of toothpaste filled my nose.
I was sleeping soundly, but the strange sensations all over my body woke me up. I felt a heavy weight on one arm. Something was squirming near my shoulder in the dark room. As I turned my head, I felt something like thin threads brushing against my cheek.
It was soft hair, with the faint scent of plums.
“…Miyuki?”
“Yeah, it’s me.”
“What are you doing…?”
“…You smell good.”
Miyuki nuzzled her nose against my neck and sniffed, her hand teasingly hovering near my groin. I hadn’t even showered before sleeping, but she seemed to like my scent.
I turned over and pulled Miyuki into a hug, feeling her warm hand slip between my thighs.
“Are you a pervert…?”
“You do this all the time… why can’t I…?”
“Who said you couldn’t? I just asked if you were a pervert…”
“I’m not a pervert…”
“Sure… when did you get here?”
“30 minutes ago.”
“Why didn’t you wake me up?”
“You were sleeping with your mouth open, so I just left you.”
“Well done.”
I hugged Miyuki tightly. Then, I started touching her all over, from her buttocks to her back, ribs, and even her armpits. Her soft skin and still-warm body felt incredibly good, perhaps because it had been three days since I last touched her.
“What are you doing as soon as you wake up…?”
She started whining. I chuckled and said,
“You were the one who woke me up in the first place.”
“You woke up on your own… I was just touching you gently…”
“Is burying your nose in my neck and sniffing like a pervert considered gentle?”
“I, I missed you, that’s why…”
She stammered and moved her hand from between my thighs further up. Then, she started teasing me by gently scratching my groin. It was a cute attempt to dispel the awkwardness.
I chuckled and pressed my forehead against hers.
“What time do you have to go home today?”
“…Ten o’clock.”
“What time is it now?”
“Six o’clock…”
“We only have four hours left? Should we just go out? We can watch a movie and eat out.”
“No. You’re tired, so rest at home…”
Miyuki stopped mid-sentence and closed her mouth. She must have felt something hard against her lower abdomen. In the darkness that filled the living room, I could faintly see a smile forming on her face.
“And you were saying you wanted to go out…”
She muttered teasingly, and her hand snaked up to my stomach. After exploring my lower abdomen as if searching for something, her hand slipped into the waistband of my sweatpants. Then, she gently caressed the bulge of my penis through my underwear.
A ticklish sensation started to spread through me. My eyes tightened, and my breathing became irregular. Noticing my reaction, Miyuki asked in a suggestive tone, her lips barely touching mine, as if to provoke me,
“Do you like this?”
I exhaled through my nose, releasing the rising pleasure, and nodded. She let out a seductive chuckle and gently tightened her grip.
*Squeeze…*
A pleasant pressure around my shaft. I instinctively pushed my hips back. Miyuki’s arm, holding my penis, was pulled along. At the same time, her hand, now with more room to move, slipped inside my underwear.
Her slender, long fingers grazed my glans, sending shivers down my spine, and then she slowly started stroking my foreskin. Unable to hold back my moans from the pleasure flooding my mind, I
“…Ugh…!”
let out a short gasp and grabbed the back of Miyuki’s neck. Miyuki, flinching, asked,
“Does it feel good…? Or does it hurt…?”
I replied by lightly kissing her lips. It meant “good.” Realizing this, Miyuki’s hand movements became bolder. She increased the speed, and when my breathing became ragged, she paused for a moment and gently scratched my scrotum with her fingernails… When my breathing calmed down, she gently stroked my glans, then grabbed my shaft again and started stroking… She seemed to be putting into practice that “Seven Ways to Drive Your Man Crazy” or whatever it was that I saw she had in the car last time.
I would probably be swollen tomorrow since there was no lubricant. But it was worth it, since it was Miyuki’s first time giving me a handjob.
How much time had passed?
As Miyuki’s breath hitched, and the pleasure that had started spreading from below reached my chin, the signal came. I flinched and nudged Miyuki’s shoulder.
“Miyuki… Hey… Hey.”
“Yes…?”
“I think I’m going to…”
At my words, Miyuki’s hand movements became even faster. She pumped my penis with rapid strokes, as if in a final spurt. Looking up at me with her bright eyes, she said,
“Yes, you can.”
Was “you can cum” too blunt, so she toned it down to “you can”? That was so like Miyuki.
Soon, the muscles in my body started to contract. Miyuki, pleased by my writhing, continued to move her hand diligently, even though it must have been tiring. Gritting my teeth, I held back, and when the semen that had risen through my urethra and filled my glans was about to burst out against my will, I relaxed my lower body. As the tension left my body,
*Throb-! *
semen erupted, coating Miyuki’s palm. And it warmed my glans, which she was still holding.
“Haa…”
A languid sigh escaped my lips as the accumulated pleasure was released. I couldn’t think of anything other than how good it felt. Miyuki’s first service had been incredibly satisfying.
Miyuki, who had been staring at me with wide eyes, frozen as the released semen subsided, calmly started to milk the remaining semen. Then, she frowned slightly, as if the sticky sensation was unfamiliar.
“That was a lot…”
She said in a slightly whiny voice and pulled her hand away. The whitish fluid was stuck between her fingers. Staring at it in the dim light, she suddenly brought her hand to her nose and inhaled deeply. Then, she looked at me and smiled bashfully.
“It smells weird…”
“It’s not great, is it?”
“No… I like it.”
Staring at Miyuki, who looked particularly seductive today, I looked around for some tissues. There were wet wipes within reach. They hadn’t been there before I went to bed… Miyuki must have prepared them. So she had planned this all along. I felt strangely defeated.
Chuckling at the mischievous Miyuki, I carefully wiped her hand. She let out a languid sigh, took a few wet wipes from the bed, and slipped them inside my pants.
“Kgh…!”
The cool touch of the wet wipes against my glans made my softening penis harden again. It felt like I was being trained… Was it just my imagination?
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After a quick shower, I opened the bathroom door and was greeted by the savory smell of meat. I looked into the kitchen and saw Miyuki heating up a disposable lunch box in the microwave.
I dried my hair with a towel and asked as I left the bathroom,
“When did you buy that?”
“I bought it on my way here.”
As always, Miyuki was incredibly prepared. Except for one thing: condoms.
“I bought one with lots of vegetables, so eat it all.”
“Okay.”
“Why are you being grumpy when I’m just showing concern?”
“When was I grumpy?”
“Just now. You grumbled…”
“I didn’t. Stop nitpicking.”
I tossed the towel aside and hugged Miyuki tightly.
“It’s good to see you again.”
“Now you say it…? You should have said it as soon as you woke up…”
“So you were sulking about that.”
“Who’s sulking…”
She grumbled coyly and slipped her arm between my armpits. The warmth of her body was comforting. I continued hugging Miyuki even as the microwave beeped and said softly,
“Can’t you stay over tonight?”
“I want to… but I can’t. I have to stay on Mom’s good side to get permission to stay out overnight… Let’s eat first.”
“I’m not hungry.”
“Then massage my arms. They hurt.”
She let go of the hug, sat down on the kitchen floor, and stretched out her arms, palms up. She was so cute. Sometimes she was demure, sometimes cheerful, and sometimes she acted spoiled… I was crazy about her ever-changing personality.
I crouched down, pulled Miyuki’s hands towards me, and started gently massaging her arms with my thumbs.
“Will you pick me up tomorrow?”
“Of course.”
“What about today?”
“I’ll take you home today too.”
Was she satisfied with my answer? Miyuki beamed. I chuckled at her silent joy and said,
“Let’s go get ice cream later.”
“Ice cream? Ah… the one you said you had with Nanase-senpai today?”
“Yeah.”
“Sure! Was it peach yogurt that you had? Right? I’ve always wanted to try that.”
Don’t. Don’t cross that line. If you fall into Chinami’s clutches, she’ll try to feed you peaches all the time. Let’s go together and try different flavors to corrupt Chinami, who will stubbornly stick to peach yogurt.
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Thanks Neko!
THANKS neko!!