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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Nekorune
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“No…”
Miyuki’s eyes widened, and she repeated the same word over and over.
Despite her coquettish tone, her eyes flickered nervously. She seemed incredibly anxious. I tried to reassure her with a gentle expression, softly stroking her cheek without saying a word.
“…”
Miyuki nuzzled her cheek against my hand.
Seeing her frightened, squirrel-like expression made me feel guilty.
Should I have said anything at all? Maybe I should have just told her mid-act, when she was excited, that I wasn’t going to pull out.
After a moment, I gently tapped Miyuki’s neck with my fingertip.
She shivered, and her eyes slowly closed. She seemed to be experiencing a mix of ticklishness and comfort.
She looked a little calmer now. Relieved, I smiled gently and slowly brought my lips to hers, which were attempting to return the smile.
A soft pop as our lips met.
I slipped my tongue between them and rolled Miyuki onto her side.
Then, I slipped my hand between her legs and gently caressed her.
“Mmnn…!”
Miyuki flinched and squeezed her thighs together, seemingly enjoying the ticklish sensation through her shorts.
Her warm breath against my face indicated she was starting to get aroused.
Confident that Miyuki had shed some of her apprehension, I continued the foreplay with a passionate kiss. Just then—
*Bzzzz-! Bzzzz-! *
Miyuki’s phone, lying on the tatami mat, vibrated loudly.
The interruption broke our concentration. Miyuki frowned, reached for her phone, and checked the caller ID while still kissing me. Then, she placed the phone on the futon next to us.
I pulled away, breaking the string of saliva connecting our lips, and looked at the name on the screen.
[Tetsuya-kun]
This bastard had a knack for interrupting at the worst possible times.
I clicked my tongue. “Miura? Why is he calling now?”
“I don’t know…”
“Is it okay if you don’t answer?”
“I can call him back later… Hurry…”
Miyuki’s voice was slightly raised, irritated by the interruption to our foreplay.
The vibration stopped just then, and I smiled at Miyuki, who was urging me to continue kissing her, and was about to resume my caresses when—
*Bzzzz-! *
Tetsuya’s name flashed on the screen again.
This bastard was practically creating his own NTR story.
His creativity was impressive. I couldn’t let this opportunity pass me by.
I handed the phone to Miyuki. “Answer it.”
“No…”
“He’s calling repeatedly, don’t you think it might be something urgent?”
“…It’s probably not urgent… Tetsuya-kun is always like this…”
“Then tell him you’ll call him back. The ringing is annoying.”
We could have put it on silent or turned it off and continued, but the sensual atmosphere and our rising excitement had been considerably dampened by Tetsuya’s inconsiderate calls.
Miyuki, realizing this, frowned in disappointment and pressed the answer button.
“Hello…?”
-Hi, Miyuki.
The living room was very quiet. The call volume was high enough that I could easily hear Tetsuya’s voice if I focused.
Grinning, I slowly caressed Miyuki’s breasts and between her legs as I eavesdropped on their conversation.
“Ah…! H-Hi…”
Miyuki gasped and looked at me with a look of dismay at my sudden actions.
Her eyes pleaded with me to stop, but I ignored her.
-You sound tired. Were you sleeping?
Tired? Her voice was clearly laced with a seductive lilt. He was such an idiot.
“Yeah… I’m tired… Why…?”
-I was wondering what you were doing on the weekend, so I called.
At that moment, I pulled down Miyuki’s shorts and panties.
Then I slowly slid my fingers between her wet folds.
Miyuki gasped as the excitement returned.
-Miyuki? What are you doing?
Tetsuya asked, picking up on her reaction.
Miyuki sighed heatedly.
“Just… sleepy… Te… Tetsuya-kun… I’ll call you back later…”
-Are you feeling sick…? It’s cold out, did you catch a cold…?
“I said I’ll call you back later… okay…?”
Miyuki cut him off, a hint of annoyance in her voice.
Tetsuya’s flustered voice came from the phone.
-O-Okay. Sorry.
“Yeah…”
*click*
Miyuki hung up rather abruptly and bit my chest, not playfully, but hard enough to hurt.
I massaged the back of her neck, and she lifted her head.
“You made me answer so you could do this…? To embarrass me…?”
“No, I didn’t.”
“Yes, you did…!”
She raised her voice and pinched my waist.
It was amusing how she scolded me for my mischievous prank.
The situation was a little disappointing, though.
The scenario would have been perfect if I’d already been inside her when she moaned, and Tetsuya was completely oblivious…
Still, Miyuki getting annoyed at Tetsuya was an unexpected bonus, so I’d take it.
I grabbed Miyuki’s hands, which were still pinching me, and positioned her on her back, spreading her legs.
Miyuki closed her eyes, realizing what I was about to do.
The way she relaxed and surrendered control so readily suggested she had been aroused by the risky phone call as well.
I gave her a quick peck on the lips before pulling down my pants.
“Ready?”
“…No. Don’t.” She clearly meant the opposite.
I chuckled and gently rubbed my cock against her wet pussy.
Then, as she let out a soft moan, I slowly pushed inside.
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Miyuki’s tightness and reactions were different today.
Her inner walls gripped my shaft tightly, refusing to let go, and—
“Ahh…!”
Her moans, filled with a coquettish lilt, tickled my ears.
Her legs were spread wide, her toes curled, providing maximum visual stimulation. It was practically an invitation to cum inside her.
I felt like my head was on fire, even though we were just in missionary position.
“Matsu… Mmnn…! It’s hot…!”
Miyuki’s body glistened with sweat.
Her signature plum scent, emanating from her smooth skin, filled my nostrils and sent shivers down my spine, tightening my muscles and making my thrusts even more forceful. Miyuki’s pussy grew wetter and wetter…
The escalating waves of pleasure, building upon each other, kept me on the edge of orgasm.
And it was the same for Miyuki.
“Hyaaah…!”
At some point, she started bucking her hips against each thrust.
Her legs, bent at a sharp angle, gradually straightened, and she bit down on the blanket, trying to stifle her moans. Occasionally, a scream-like moan would escape her lips, and her body would convulse, then go limp as she climaxed repeatedly.
The relentless pleasure wouldn’t let go.
“Ken-kun…” Miyuki’s voice was strained, almost desperate.
Hearing her exhausted plea, I gritted my teeth, trying to suppress the rising urge to cum.
Miyuki, sensing my reaction, looked up at me with teary eyes. “Why…? Can’t hold it anymore…?”
I smoothed her sweat-drenched bangs as I continued thrusting.
Then I asked softly, “Should I pull out?”
“…”
Hesitation flickered across Miyuki’s face.
But only for a moment. She reached down and pressed her hands against my lower back, urging me closer. She had made up her mind.
“Are you sure…?” I asked cautiously.
Miyuki covered her mouth with her arm and nodded slowly.
Confirming her resolve, I collapsed on top of her, holding her tight, and let go, unleashing my pent-up orgasm.
A sharp twinge at the tip of my cock as I came, filling Miyuki’s womb and coating my shaft, the excess spilling out and trickling down.
I pushed deeper, emptying myself completely.
“Ahh…?” Miyuki let out a surprised gasp and buried her face in my neck and shoulder, trembling as she experienced the unfamiliar sensation.
But there was definite pleasure mixed with her fear. The way she wrapped her arms around me, clinging tightly, confirmed it.
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Tftc Neko
Cream pie 😮