I Possessed the Villain in a Romantic Comedy Game – Chapter 165

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Nekorune
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“Hah… M-Matsuda-kouhai… It’s really hot in here, isn’t it…?”

Chinami breathed out a heated breath, her eyes completely glazed over. Beads of sweat dotted her face. Her bangs, which had been drying, now clung to her forehead, giving her an unusual, alluring appearance. Perhaps it was because her cheeks were so flushed.

“I told you you’d get warm.”

“You… did… ahem…”

Chinami mumbled, unable to keep her hips still. She was moving them restlessly, not caring that my hand was there. A clear sign of her arousal.

Chinami’s hand was gripping my big toe as I sat cross-legged beside her. She wasn’t aware of it, though. Like a child clutching a beloved stuffed animal before sleep, she had instinctively grabbed it.

With a smirk, I began to blatantly caress the line of Chinami’s panties. My fingers traced the slick, oiled curve of her pubic mound.

“Nnnh…!”

I glanced at Chinami, who was biting her lower lip tightly, as I moved my finger lower, brushing against her labia… Then, just as she looked up at me with startled, bewildered eyes, I pressed the tip of my middle finger firmly against her swollen clit.

“Ngh…!?”

Chinami gasped, her hips bucking. She seemed bewildered by her body’s reaction.

Feeling the warmth emanating from my finger pressed against her vulva, I smiled softly and pulled my hand away.

“Are you alright?”

“Haa… Hah… Yes…?”

She seemed unable to focus. She kept licking her lips and tightened her grip on my toe. If I left her like this, she’d probably be at a loss as to how to relieve her own sexual tension.

Of course, I didn’t think Chinami was that naive, but still.

“Let’s change positions.”

“Huh…? L-Lie down… again…?”

“No. I’ll do it. But first, could you please remove your hand?”

“Huh…?”

“The hand holding my toe.”

Chinami looked down at my leg and flinched.

“W-Why am I holding your toe, Matsuda-kouhai…?”

“It happens. It’s fine.”

“Oh, okay… I’m sorry…”

Once Chinami sheepishly removed her hand, I lay down properly beside her. While she tilted her head in confusion, I took hold of her waist and pulled her on top of me.

Chinami’s front pressed against mine, separated only by the oil-soaked towel. Startled by the sudden intimate contact, she struggled, trying to get away from me.

“Wha…? M-Matsuda-kouhai…”

But when I patted her bottom, she stopped struggling and blinked her large eyes, still looking flustered.

I felt the soft press of Chinami’s breasts against my sternum and said,

“It’s a massage. Relax.”

“…I-It’s not a massage…”

Sometimes, Chinami seemed innocent, yet she knew what was going on.

I wrapped my arm around her bottom and lifted it slightly as my answer. Her face came up to my chin.

Was she embarrassed to be seen by me at such close range, in this kind of situation?

Chinami squeezed her eyes shut.

I silently began to caress her buttocks, rekindling the fading excitement.

“Mmm…”

Soon, Chinami began to sigh languidly, succumbing to my touch. I could feel her legs, resting naturally at my sides, gradually tense.

“Ah…! Ah…!”

Every time I subtly grazed her labia, she would flinch and let out a cute moan, just like before.

This was far beyond the scope of a massage… Chinami must know that, right? She might seem oblivious on the surface, but she surely understood what was going on.

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“Ooh…”

Chinami, once again lost in pleasure, slipped her arms around me, burying her face in my chest and panting as she wriggled her body. The friction against my lower body was incredibly stimulating.

‘Hmm…’

Carefully assessing Chinami’s dazed state, I decided to take things up a notch. I ran my fingers along the back of her thighs and up to her buttocks, as if I was playing a piano.

“Eh…!”

Chinami’s head shook wildly from side to side. Seizing the opportunity, I pulled her panties to the side and gently, ever so gently, touched her exposed vulva with my fingertip.

“Ah?!”

Chinami’s head shot up. It seemed the feeling of another person’s hand on her bare skin for the first time was incredibly unfamiliar to her.

I grabbed a nearby steam towel and wiped the oil from her face. With my other hand, I continued to casually caress her supple skin. I opened and closed my fingers, teasingly hovering near her entrance before gently pressing against her outer labia.

As I continued my blatant caresses,

“Hah…! Haa…”

The fear in Chinami’s expression gradually melted into pleasure. The reason she was letting me do this must be her trust in me. Of course, part of it was that my touch felt good, but her trust in me must be a significant factor.

“Mwaanh…!”

As I continued to explore Chinami’s vulva, I paused as I felt a viscous fluid on my fingers, accompanied by her characteristically cute moan.

She was leaking arousal fluids. Quite thick, too. She wasn’t gushing like last time, but… she seemed even more aroused than before. It felt like, if I were to take her right now, my cock would slide right in easily.

Deciding the time was right, I adjusted her panties and gently stroked her lower back.

“Master, are you alright?”

“I-I don’t know…!”

She snapped at me, seemingly annoyed by my teasing question, knowing full well the answer.

I patted her back soothingly, then nudged her slightly. As her body shifted weakly to the side, I positioned myself between her legs and took off my damp shirt.

“Haaa…?”

Chinami covered her face with her hands, surprised by my sudden action. Now wasn’t the time to cover her face… her entire body was exposed. The towel that had been between us was already gone, lying discarded beside us.

I took a moment to admire Chinami’s glistening body before saying,

“I’m hot. Is it alright if I do this?”

Chinami slightly parted her index and middle fingers, peeking at me through the gap as she replied,

“…Y-Yes… You look… wonderful…”

An unexpected compliment. Her true feelings seemed to have slipped out unintentionally.

I chuckled at her honesty, brought her legs together, and climbed on top of her.

“Nheh…?”

As she let out a soft gasp, I brought my lips very close to her face.

“Am I heavy?”

“…No…”

“Will you remove your hands?”

“No…”

Chinami shook her head, her hands still plastered over her face. Her hands were small, but so was her face, making it difficult to see her features.

I smiled down at the bashful Chinami, pressed my body against hers, and began to slowly move back and forth.

Short, rapid breaths escaped Chinami’s nose. It seemed the feeling of my hardened penis rubbing against her lower abdomen and mons pubis was a strange sensation for her.

“Matsuda-kouhai…”

“…”

“Matsuda-kouhai…!”

“I can’t hear you.”

“You’re lying…! You can hear me…”

“What did you say?”

Frustrated by my pretense, Chinami removed her hands from her face. She flinched at seeing me so close, then steeled her gaze.

“M-Matsuda-kouhai, you’re a liar…”

“In what way?”

“Y-You said you were going to give me a massage… but you’re only doing strange things…”

“Is that so?”

“Don’t play dumb…! You…”

*smooch*

“Y-Yah…”

Chinami’s words were cut short by a muffled yelp as her eyes widened. I had gently pressed my lips against hers.

“Hmmmmm…”

Chinami mumbled something incomprehensible as she received the unexpected kiss, her eyes widening to more than twice their normal size. She looked so shocked that I worried she might faint.

I pulled away and apologized gently to the completely frozen Chinami.

“I’m sorry. Are you very angry?”

“…Y-Yes…?”

“Are you angry?”

“…Y-Yees…?”

“Hmm… Can I do it again?”

“…Y-Yeees…?”

She seemed utterly dazed, judging by the way she was drawing out her words.

I

gently smoothed Chinami’s bangs back from her forehead and, gazing at her intently, declared,

“I’m going to do it again.”

“…Y-Yes… Mmmph…!”

As I kissed her again, she instinctively closed her lips. But only for a moment. I reached behind her neck and began to gently caress it. Her eyelids fluttered, then closed, and her lips parted slightly.

“Hah-Mah… Hah-dah… Hah-har…”

She was trying to say something that I could only assume was meant to be “Matsuda-kouhai, you liar…” She seemed delirious, just babbling incoherently.

If I slipped my tongue in now, would Chinami bite me like Miyuki did? I wasn’t afraid, but I didn’t want to ruin the mood. I would stick to kissing for now and wait for the right moment.

Our Chinami… This isn’t very romantic, is it? I’m sorry for skipping steps and just doing whatever I wanted.

I’ll make it up to you later. I promise.

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