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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Nekorune
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“Haa…”
Miyuki let out a breath, completely drained of energy.
-It’s raining now, want to go to the ramen place?
A large shadow fell outside the bathroom door, and startled by Matsuda’s gentle voice coming from there, she answered.
“Ah, no..! I’m not going… I want to rest today…”
-Really not going? Are you very tired?
He had seen how many times she’d finished, yet he asked if she was very tired…
Momentarily flaring up, Miyuki raised her voice.
“I said I’m not going…!”
-Why are you getting angry? Okay, okay, I got it.
Miyuki, seeing the shadow scratch its head as if embarrassed and then disappear, stretched weakly, then grimaced intensely as her whole body ached.
Not just the adductor muscles inside her thighs, but her whole body ached all over.
“This is driving me crazy…”
Today was really… the most intense and painful encounter she had had with Matsuda so far. And it felt so good. Enough that she wanted to do it again, even though the pain before and after he put it in had been significant.
To that extent, Matsuda, as if he had specifically chosen this day, had bestowed upon her an incredible ecstasy today.
What she especially liked was that throughout the act, he had looked at her with eyes so sweet they could be dripping with honey. Even a third party could’ve seen that the look in his eyes wasn’t fake, but sincere. It felt good seeing how much he cared for her.
Because of that, when Matsuda finished on her belly, she had momentarily almost said it was okay to do it inside.
It was the same during the second and third rounds. She had thought it would be better for both to be satisfied by him finishing inside rather than forcing himself to pull out.
‘I must be crazy…’
Who would have known she would change into such a pervert? This was all Matsuda’s fault. He truly couldn’t be anything but a bad guy. No, calling him a bad guy wasn’t quite right since she was enjoying it too… calling him a sly guy would seem more appropriate.
Miyuki, half-jokingly, half-seriously shifting some responsibility onto Matsuda, touched her belly. The place where the fruits of her and Matsuda’s love had landed… she had felt it was incredibly hot then, but was it just her imagination that it still felt that way now?
“Uuuhhh…”
Miyuki, whose body began to heat up again, shook her head and got out of the tub. Now was not the time to be lost in thought. Before this lingering feeling completely faded, she had to quickly finish her shower and fall asleep holding Matsuda tightly.
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*poke poke*
Miyuki, poking here and there on Matsuda’s firm torso, looked up at Matsuda, whose breathing was becoming increasingly regular.
“Matsuda-kun.”
“…Yeah.”
“Sleeping?”
“Not yet…”
Judging by his tone, he seemed about to fall asleep soon. Was he very tired from having sex three times after foreplay today? No, perhaps it was natural to feel sleepy after lying quietly like this for an hour.
‘But I’m not sleepy..’
Although her body felt weak, her mind was completely alert. It felt like a waste to sleep just like this… Should she suggest going to the ramen place?
She felt sorry about waking Matsuda again when he was about to sleep, but today she wanted to act a little spoiled. It also seemed like Matsuda liked it when she acted this way…
Miyuki, who had been lying still pondering various things, blinked once as a long breath escaped from Matsuda’s nose, tickling the top of her head.
“Matsuda-kun…”
“…”
“Sleeping…?”
He must have fallen asleep in that short time. She should just let Matsuda rest today.
‘We can just go early tomorrow morning. Yes, let’s do that.’
Miyuki slipped out of his embrace so Matsuda could rest comfortably, lay down properly on her back, and rolled her eyes around. Then, remembering something, she sat up very carefully so as not to make a sound. Afterwards, she reached for the laptop placed in the corner of the room.
Matsuda had shown signs of reluctance to let her see this suddenly purchased item, both last time and this time. Meaning there was something on here that would be troublesome if discovered. And that something was definitely…
‘It has to be porn, right?’
Judging by the fact that he even set a password, the possibility was very high. Or maybe information about suggestive items like adult toys. Whatever it was, it was undoubtedly something lewd.
She didn’t entertain even the slightest thought that he might be cheating. Because if Matsuda had intended to do that, having a newly purchased, password-protected laptop wouldn’t be exactly the most covert way to go about it.
Carefully moving her position, Miyuki placed the laptop on the unfolded desk and opened the screen. Shortly after pressing the power button, the lock screen demanding a password appeared prominently. Below the input field, the hint [Memory] was written.
Memory… Was it something related to her? Since she didn’t have many memories with Matsuda yet, she somehow felt she could figure it out.
Miyuki decided to first try the things that came to mind. The first memory that came up was the train. Could it be the train car number from when Matsuda saved her from the groper’s touch? She hadn’t seen the car number at the time, so she didn’t remember… Matsuda probably didn’t know either.
*tap tap*
Miyuki carefully typed [Train], and when the password was incorrect, she subsequently tried the station she boarded, the station she got off midway, and the date of that day.
‘That’s not it…?’
The next memory that popped into her head was the restroom. She remembered him getting really annoyed while cleaning after receiving disciplinary action. It was really funny then… Did Matsuda remember?
Letting out a small laugh, Miyuki began busily working her hands typing. And her expression grew darker as time passed.
From the restroom to the rooftop, the movie theater, the carousel, the first kiss, even the first time. She tried inputting all sorts of memorable things and dates she remembered, but it was futile. None of them led to the right password.
After struggling with the password for a long while, Miyuki started expressing her frustration by vigorously scratching her head. Since it was an input field where letters, special characters, and of course numbers could be typed, there were too many combinations…
Could the hint perhaps be a memory related to his deceased parents, not a memory with her? If so, it was safe to assume she had no way of knowing.
‘This is driving me crazy…’
*drip drip*
The faint sound of rain coming from outside calmed her heart. Suddenly, she felt doubtful about why she had insisted on looking at this. She was curious, but it was Matsuda’s private matter… She should just give up cleanly and wake him up to whine about going to the ramen place instead.
As she was about to give up trying to guess the password, Miyuki widened her eyes at a certain thought that flashed through her mind. Because there was one memory she hadn’t tried yet.
“Ah, right…!”
Miyuki, letting out the exclamation, hastily pursed her lips inward. Luckily for her, Matsuda hadn’t woken up. Relieved, she tapped the keyboard, half-doubting whether this would actually work.
Then,
[Welcome.]
As the password unlocked, she blinked her eyes, looking at the large welcome message that appeared on the Windows screen.
“I-It worked…?”
The password she had entered was [MKHM].
It was the first initials of Matsuda Ken and Hanazawa Miyuki.It was also the 4 letters written above the characters while drawing on the Post-it note stuck at the ramen place.
“Hehe… Oh…”
Miyuki, letting out a silly laugh without realizing it, covered her mouth area with her hand. Shei barely managed to suppress her mouth, which wanted to open as wide as a large bowl.
Glancing slyly at the sleeping Matsuda, her eyes curved into crescent moon shapes.
Setting the password as this… It was certainly one of their definite memories. A feeling of fondness welled up, as it seemed to reveal his feelings for her.
Thinking about it, Matsuda always seemed to be like this. While seeming not to care about couple-related items or memorable things, he subtly paid attention… He had that kind of affectionate side.
‘I should praise him later.’
Grinning silently, Miyuki examined the unlocked desktop screen. A default background with basic icons lined up. And at the very bottom, there was one folder labeled [Porn].
Seeing that, Miyuki’s eyes sparkled. Just as she thought, it was porn. No more circumstantial evidence, this was the very bloodied murder weapon bearing Matsuda’s fingerprints on it. The corners of Miyuki’s mouth crept upwards.
‘Tsk, tsk… You dummy…’
If he didn’t want to get caught, he should have set a password only he knew.
But was watching videos of other men and women having sex good? Or did the situations shown in porn fulfill his fantasies?
Anyway… it wasn’t like she herself hadn’t watched porn either, and if Matsuda insisted on watching it, there was certainly room for understanding. The men and women in the porn weren’t them, and they say there isn’t a man among men who doesn’t watch it…
Besides, he always showed signs of being genuinely satisfied during their encounters, so she didn’t particularly feel emotions like jealousy. Since he didn’t force strange positions or services on her, there was no need to take it seriously at all.
That is, as long as he wasn’t donating money to watch strange live streams or just masturbating constantly regardless of time or place.
And who knows? If there was porn with decent content, perhaps she could subtly refer to it and provide the service to Matsuda herself. For example, wearing torn stockings… things like that.
Men have fantasies about this sort of thing, don’t they? If she did it, he might get really excited and pounce on her.
‘Enough of these thoughts; I need to find out Matsuda’s kinks.’
Leaving behind her thumping heart, Miyuki went into the folder and examined the file names.
And then, she immediately wiped the smile completely from her face. Because the file name at the very top was [Impregnation Sex with Girlfriend].
“…”
No, impregnation sex… Wasn’t the title too explicit? Somehow, she felt embarrassed by just reading it.
Besides this, there were things like [Pervert Woman’s Handjob] or [A-Class Masseuse’s Stocking Footjob]… Looking through the videos with names that seemed embarrassing just to look at, Miyuki fanned her flushed face, and then,
‘Hm…?’
she discovered a folder labeled [Special] at the very bottom of the file list and flinched.
‘Special…?’
So this was porn containing something Matsuda particularly likes? Enough to make a separate folder for it…? She couldn’t not look.
Glancing at Matsuda, who was still dead asleep, Miyuki raised one corner of her mouth slightly and double-clicked the folder. And her mouth gradually fell open as she read through the messy and cheap titles of the dozens of video files one by one.
[Top-Class Estheticians in the City’s 3P Service]
[Magic Mirror Sister Threesome Special]
[3P After Street Pickup]
[Girlfriend and Girlfriend’s Friend’s Seduction, Virile Man Takes Turns Choosing Who to Enter, Creampie Special]
‘W-What is this…?’
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Thanks Neko!