A Man Who Lost Confidence, to a Gentle Chastity-Reversed World - Chapter 146-153

Chapter 146: The Same Table, The Same Bench

We confirm each other’s feelings and return to our date. The floaty sensation grows stronger in me, but I need to keep my feet on the ground and carry on.

“…Shun-sama, um, shall we eat something for lunch?”

“Y-yes…!”

Yukari-san, calmer than before, mentions wanting to try the curry I talked about earlier. It’s the perfect time for lunch, and more importantly, if she says so, that’s what matters.

At the same time, her grip on my hand remains slightly firm.

The way she intertwines her fingers makes me think she craves contact with me.

“…Even after something like that, you didn’t let go of my hand, Shun-sama… It truly saves me…!”

Her murmured words leave me wondering how to respond. “Something like that”—meaning her accidental touch on my fabric-covered crotch—seems like a crime to her.

“There’s nothing for you to feel bad about, Yukari-san.”

But I’m not the type to find perfect answers. If Yukari-san murmurs, “U-uh…” with anxiety, I need to share my true feelings.

“Being on this date with you, like this… it makes me happy.”

It’s a line I’m not sure a guy like me should say, and it’s vague whether it’s a proper response.

“W-wow, I… being on a date with you, Shun-sama, I want to stay like this forever… It’s such a happy time.”

Yukari-san says it could go on forever.

“…I’ll keep enjoying this happy time with you, Shun-sama…!”

Her words always fill my heart. With a woman who’s beautiful, sexy, and adorably charming, I continue our date.

“N-no, I’m the one…!”

Expressing my feelings through words, we walk hand in hand to the dining area.

※

“…This curry is really delicious.”

At a table, we savor the same curry, delighting in its flavor. It’s my second time eating it, but it’s still just as good.

Yukari-san, eating across from me, has a somewhat serious expression. The mismatch of eating curry in a swimsuit feels like a surreal, non-everyday moment.

Noticing her expression, I say, “Yukari-san, um,” and she, eating slowly, responds, “Oh, I’m sorry…!” and sets down her spoon.

“…I was wondering how they make it, thinking about the future.”

The future—meaning meals for our family.

“I-I think the food you make now is already amazing…”

Yukari-san’s homemade curry is, of course, delicious. It’s leagues above the instant curry I ate in my original world.

“It makes me happy to hear that… But I can’t get complacent.”

After a small sigh, she shows her drive to improve. I wish she’d take it easier, but it’s hard to stop her from thinking about our family.

Afterward, we get some extras—a frankfurter each and a shared serving of fries.

“Sharing fries like this… I really wanted to try it, so thank you…!”

Her words reassure me that I’m fulfilling her wishes. Like with Asagi-san, it feels youthful, something you do with someone close.

“…Did you do things like this when you were a student, Yukari-san?”

“Oh, um, I did with female friends, but with a guy… you’re the first, Shun-sama…!”

Even someone as beautiful as Yukari-san never had these moments—that’s the reality of this world. It’s a scary reminder of our different values.

…It was a bad question, as if I was prying into whether she’d done this with another guy. It’s inappropriate to probe her past or feel anything about it.

It’s a selfish question born from my insecurity about whether I’m worthy of her. Asking this shows my weakness.

“…Sorry for asking something weird.”

“N-no, not at all…!”

Yukari-san understands my anxiety. I’ve expressed it before, so she might’ve sensed it this time.

But dwelling on my insecurities isn’t right for this moment.

“…I want to do this again. Like, at a shop near home.”

Selfishly, luxuriously, I say it.

“Y-yes! If it’s okay with me, anytime…!”

Yukari-san accepts me.

“…Thank you.”

I can’t help wanting to make that promise, indulging in her acceptance.

※

“…Um, Shun-sama, there’s a place I’d like to go, if you’re okay with it…”

After finishing and clearing our plates, Yukari-san makes another suggestion. She’s the star today and shouldn’t need to ask, but she keeps checking with me.

“I heard from Sasai-san and Yamamoto-san… There’s an outdoor walkway upstairs that’s nice… It’s good weather today, so, um, what do you think…?”

I don’t want her to ask “what do you think” like that.

“I want to go, too…! And I think today is about making your wishes come true, Yukari-san.”

Making wishes come true sounds grand, and I’m not sure I have that power. But to keep her as the star, I need to do what I can.

“So, let’s go walk!”

Ugh, my voice got weird again. I wish I could be smooth and natural, I think once more.

“…Y-yes! It’s that way, right?”

Yukari-san accepts my words and responds, her voice seeming a bit louder, as if matching me.

※

Even heading upstairs, she keeps holding my hand. I think she’s glancing at me more often than before.

Each time her beautiful face turns to me, my heart races. I’m still not used to this, worrying she’ll think I’m “not progressing.”

With Yukari-san never letting go, we reach the walkway’s entrance.

“…The water’s warm, just right.”

“Y-yes, me too…!”

Splashing through the water, we move slowly. I’m careful not to let Yukari-san trip, more mindful of our pace than before.

I feel like she’s thinking the same, somehow. Is it presumptuous to think we’re in sync?

…Even so, my attention drifts to her chest, jiggling with each step. I tell myself to hold back—it’s daytime, a proper date—but I can’t resist her femininity.

I calm my heart and walk the path with Yukari-san. Ahead, I see the entrance to the side path I took with Asagi-san and Maki-san.

“…There’s a bench deeper in, right?”

Yukari-san’s murmur prompts my “Y-yes,” and I realize she must’ve heard about this spot from Asagi-san and Maki-san. It’s not something on the website.

There, I shared honest thoughts about their swimsuits and promised to think of them later. That’s not something to recall now.

But Yukari-san says,

“If it’s okay, c-can we go there…?”

Her slightly high-pitched suggestion means we should head to the side path, and our bodies slowly turn that way.

※

Like before, this side path feels private, unlike the main walkway, with no one else around.

“…”

The silence brings a bit of tension. I’m not skilled enough at conversation to bring up the right topic here.

“Oh!”

After walking a bit, Yukari-san lets out a sound. Ahead is the bench etched deeply in my memory.

She apologizes, “S-sorry.” But to me, it feels like she was waiting for this bench to appear.

“S-should we sit…?”

A soft atmosphere forms. If I nod, it’ll start—a time sitting side by side with my girlfriend, like with Asagi-san and Maki-san.

For a guy like me, it’s a time I shouldn’t take for granted.

※

“…Ha.”

Sitting, Yukari-san exhales and looks around.

I follow suit, looking around, but I’m concerned about something. Yukari-san is definitely using Asagi-san and Maki-san’s stories as a guide for where to go and what to do.

How much did she hear about what happened? I wish I could read it from her expression, but I can’t manage that.

“…I’m sorry.”

Before I delve deeper, Yukari-san apologizes, explaining why.

“I wanted to come here… because Sasai-san and the others told me about it, and, um, while sitting, to you, Shun-sama…”

She chooses her words, but I can probably guess what’s next.

“They said you gave lots of comments about their swimsuits… and it made them really happy…!”

I admitted to Asagi-san and Maki-san that I was looking at their swimsuits with impure eyes, and they were happy. They probably didn’t hold back when telling Yukari-san, not to mock me but because they value my words.

“…Yes, I did tell them that.”

There’s no point hiding anything here. Maybe Asagi-san and Maki-san already shared all my words with her.

“…Um!”

My girlfriend, sitting beside me, doesn’t mock my feelings. After a brief pause, she continues.

“Hearing that, I… It’s definitely selfish, but for my birthday, if I can be indulgent, there’s something I’d like to ask…”

Lowering her gaze, she looks up at me.

“I’d love for you to say more about my swimsuit, beyond what you said earlier… Even if it’s that it doesn’t suit me or I should act my age, anything is fine…!”

There’s no way I’d say that.

“…Is that too much to ask…?”

Her anxiety drives me to rally my heart.

“It’s not too much…!”

It might border on creepy desire, but…

“Like I said, it suits you perfectly, and it’s beautiful—that’s undeniable. But, um, your figure is so amazing…”

Like with Asagi-san and Maki-san, I spill overly honest feelings.

“Your cleavage… I can’t stop looking… And on the waterslide, feeling you against my back was so erotic and thrilling…”

A small “!” might’ve escaped Yukari-san. Still, she keeps looking at me, cheeks flushed.

“And climbing the stairs, I was mesmerized by your back… your hips, legs, everything. You were worried about me, but I was just thinking these things…”

I apologize, bowing my head.

I can’t lie, but I should’ve held back. This could be seen as unchecked harassment.

It’s more blatant than with Asagi-san and Maki-san. Her bold swimsuit and my crumbling rationality in broad daylight are to blame.

“If it made you uncomfortable, you can get mad…”

If she dislikes it, that’s everything. It’s late, but she should have every choice.

But.

“M-mad? That’s impossible for me… But, really… Ha… ♡”

Pressing her hands to her flushed cheeks, her soft “…You’re really looking…” is fully audible.

“…Yukari-san, maybe I shouldn’t say this in the daytime…”

It’s not just daytime—it’s too direct.

“But I can’t lie.”

In the end, that’s what my actions boil down to. I can’t say I don’t have impure gazes for Yukari-san, Asagi-san, Maki-san, or Yuki.

“Being told that by you, Shun-sama, makes me so happy… And, um, your swimsuit, I…”

I start to say she can tell me anything, but her words come faster.

“L-later, when we’re back at the hotel! Let me talk more… I have lots of thoughts about you, Shun-sama, and it might take a while…!”

Her thoughts about me make me nervous. Since she says later, I should wait until then.

“…I’d be happy to hear them later.”

I hope my expectant comment doesn’t pressure her. It’s scary, but I need to be honest.

“…Saying it’s happy, really… But for now…”

Yukari-san speaks again.

“For now, having you praise me, Shun-sama… saying I’m erotic, knowing you think that, is my greatest joy… ♡”

On the bench, still holding hands, her beautiful face melts with shy joy. Her swimsuit-clad body remains fully exposed before me.

“…Was it too direct? Did it bother you?”

“No, your words, Shun-sama, reach me so directly… They all make my heart race, and thank you…!”

Her flood of words keeps saving me.

“…Sh-shall we go? It’s getting a bit windy… We could go inside and swim…”

She suggests carefully, considering our surroundings. Though passive, I nod to my guide, Yukari-san.

“It’s fine, Yukari-san… I’m really happy.”

To my adorable older girlfriend, who murmurs, “I’m the one who’s happy… Ugh,” so cutely.

“This swimsuit was the right choice… Really…”

Finally, she murmurs softly, glancing at her chest.

I selfishly think she’s checking for me. That’s how much she’s said she’s happy with my impure gazes and words.

This world’s sensibilities—I’m not composed enough to brush it off. Her words, small actions, everything makes my heart race. I’m just a simple guy.

Chapter 147: From the Pool to the Hotel

We spend time at various spots in the pool area. Sometimes just soaking in the large pool together, other times swimming a bit.

Yukari-san saying, “I want to ride the waterslide again,” is truly something I’m grateful for. It means she wants to keep spending time with me, not rushing to end it.

…That said, sliding in the same position means her breasts press against me again. After admitting how her swimsuit excites me and her joy at hearing it, the E-cup softness against my back is probably unavoidable.

There’s no repeat of the crotch-grabbing incident, but with our earlier talk, the soft, squishy sensation feels even more erotic.

But I’d never think to stop it. It’s not just my lustful feelings—I don’t want to reject Yukari-san or ruin this atmosphere.

“…Shun-sama, um, it didn’t hurt, did it?”

After sliding, Yukari-san asks if her hold was okay. It’s a thrilling moment, and I can only say it was fine.

Time passes like this.

Eating churros, I find Yukari-san’s choice of strawberry adorable. When crumbs fall on her chest, my eyes dart there. Small but significant moments keep happening.

There are many women in swimsuits around, but today, I should focus only on Yukari-san. I hold that resolve, but staring at her stirs impure thoughts. Her cleavage, confined rear, beautiful legs, and hair—everything is captivating, so my wavering persists.

I can’t help watching Yukari-san eat her churro. But it’s not just that.

“…S-sorry! I zoned out…!”

At one point, Yukari-san is watching me eat, and I notice her gaze. She’s a beautiful woman, yet I feel her cuteness so strongly.

Yes, Yukari-san is beautiful, sexy, and cute—a perfect woman. Being with her, my heart races like gentle waves.

…I’m too blessed, yet all I can do is face Yukari-san.

※

Time passes, and the large clock in the area’s center announces 5 p.m. with an electronic chime. Yukari-san glances at it, murmuring, “Five o’clock.”

On the way here, she mentioned that dinner at the hotel’s restaurant is buffet-style, with check-in between 5 and 7 p.m.

“…It’s about time for dinner. Shall we head back to the hotel?”

As expected, Yukari-san confirms this, asking if returning is okay.

“…Sounds good.”

I meet her eyes firmly. With Yuki or Mom, I’ve finally gotten better at this, maybe.

But returning to the hotel for dinner means we’ll soon be alone, and that awareness grows. Staying in the same room, just the two of us, has only happened once—when I took her first time.

Don’t expect too much, I tell myself. She might just want to talk.

I try to suppress foolish desires. Thinking “hotel stay equals sex” is my selfish assumption. So far, Yukari-san and I have only been intimate at her place or mine.

“…Th-then, let’s get out and head to the changing room.”

Yukari-san’s expression seems tinged with tension. I need to ask how she wants to spend tonight.

…Getting excited and overthinking just from seeing her skin might be a mistake.

※

Walking in swimsuits, this is the last stretch. I’m probably still stealing glances at Yukari-san. No matter how often we’ve seen each other naked, her unguarded beauty draws my eyes.

But I shouldn’t stare too much and make her uncomfortable, so I search for conversation.

“…Yukari-san, um, you don’t need to rush changing this time.”

Near the changing room, I tell her. Women generally take longer to change, and I might’ve rushed her earlier.

“Oh, y-yes! Th-thank you…!”

She replies, but there’s a hint of growing tension. I’m not sure if prompting her like this is right in this world’s sensibilities, but I don’t want to rush her needlessly.

In the changing room, I use the machine to wring out my wet swimsuit for the second time. Wiping down, I catch my reflection in a mirror.

Normally, I don’t like looking at myself. But I should check for anything off before meeting Yukari-san.

…As expected, I’m not cool at all. Not just my face—my muscles are average, and I’m not particularly tall.

Some time has passed, so my erection has subsided. But recalling her swimsuit, blood could rush back—an inevitable instability.

It’s the non-everyday setting that makes me think this way. I know I need to calm down.

“…Birthday.”

Yes, it’s Yukari-san’s birthday. Getting aroused is selfish. Even if it’s just eating, returning to the room, and sleeping, if that’s what she wants, that’s absolute.

Calming my heart, I leave the changing room. As promised, Yukari-san is already waiting.

“Th-then, shall we go?”

She’s in the same outfit as before, but post-shower, her hair isn’t tied up. Her flowing black hair is beautiful, stirring my heart.

I want to say that.

“…Yes.”

But I worry it’ll disrupt the conversation or her actions, so I just nod.

I still can’t do much.

“…Th-thank you, Shun-sama.”

I want to believe she’s thanking me because I cautiously reached out to hold her hand.

But needing courage for even that shows my unchanging nature.

※

Leaving the changing room, we handle the counter formalities and walk through the hotel’s connecting passage.

“…Shun-sama, um, let’s go to the room first to drop off our luggage.”

“Y-yes.”

I thought a hotel like this might place luggage in the room beforehand, but it seems not. Or maybe Yukari-san declined that.

“…Then, if you’re not too tired, straight to the restaurant.”

The 20-story hotel has its restaurant on the fifth floor, serving a buffet. Recalling this, I keep feeling Yukari-san’s hand.

Yes, we’re still touching each other.

“…Sounds good.”

“Oh, thank you…!”

Other people are walking, but when Yukari-san first looked nervously at her hand, I knew I had to accept it.

…I want to hold her hand forever if I’m allowed. If I’m okay for her, despite being with other girls, if she wants it.

“…You keep holding my hand, truly…”

I can’t pretend I didn’t hear her soft murmur.

“You too, Yukari-san… Th-thank you…!”

I hope we’re feeling the same, I think.

Murmuring, “…N-no, I’m the one… Ugh…” Yukari-san is adorable. We’re heading to the hotel counter, where we’ll spend the night in the same room.

Since we only dropped off luggage earlier, I thought I’d check out the front desk area later.

But with the pool time over and our overnight date beginning, I lose that composure. Noticing it’s 6 p.m. on the wall clock behind the desk is my limit.

“Here is your room key. It’s 20A, so please take the elevator to the top floor.”

I can only process what’s happening in front of me. But I should know about the room, so maybe that’s enough.

…20th floor. I mull over that word.

“Yes, thank you…!”

As Yukari-san responds, I realize. This hotel is definitely 20 stories, and rooms named with letters are only on the top floor.

Only two rooms, A and B, on the top floor. Realizing we’re in one, I can’t help but look at Yukari-san.

“L-let’s go.”

It’s not a mistake by the hotel staff. Yukari-san is definitely holding that room key.

※

…This is crazy, I think. No, I left the room choice to Yukari-san, so I can’t complain—quite the opposite.

In the empty elevator, if Yukari-san chose such a room out of concern for me, I feel incredibly guilty.

“…Yukari-san, um.”

“Y-yesh!”

Her tense, adorable voice. But I know we’re heading to the hotel’s most expensive room.

“N-no, really, don’t worry about the cost…!”

She beats me to it.

“Considering I’m taking your time, Shun-sama, I couldn’t approach it half-heartedly. It’s my… sincerity, I suppose.”

My time shouldn’t matter to her.

“…You might’ve said a cheaper room was fine if I’d told you, but this is my selfishness… I want you to accept it…!”

Yukari-san’s selfishness isn’t selfish. It’s kindness and consideration for me.

“N-no, it’s not selfish…!”

I search for words, but I can’t pay now, so there’s only one thing to say.

“…I’ll definitely pay you back in the future. Please, let me do that…!”

For now, that’s all I can say. She’s giving me not just her precious savings but her valuable time as a captivating woman.

“F-future…”

As she murmurs softly, the elevator reaches the 20th floor, and the doors open.

“…N-no, really, it’s fine! I decided on my own… Next time, I’ll consult you properly…”

The open doors repeat a mechanical announcement. We step past the threshold onto the top floor.

“But t-today, let’s keep going…!”

In the empty elevator hall, Yukari-san’s voice echoes.

“O-of course! If it’s what you want, Yukari-san, everything…!”

I need to create value worthy of her time and money. Anxiety creeps in about whether I can do that tonight.

“So, tonight… P-please, I’m counting on you…!”

To overcome that, to steel myself, and above all, to reassure Yukari-san, I make a small declaration.

Normally, night might just mean sleeping. If that’s what she wants, maybe I’d rather stay awake by her side.

Don’t expect too much, I remind myself for the second time today. Saying “counting on you” might’ve let my selfish desires slip, I realize too late.

As lovers, spending a night in the same room. My easy desires make me a foolish monkey. Even now, in regular clothes, I can’t get used to the swell of her knit top.

Yet.

“…Y-yes! Tonight, right… After dinner, tonight…!”

Seeing my older girlfriend, slightly delirious, I have no idea what tonight will bring.

“Oh, t-to the room…!” Yukari-san says hurriedly, heading toward room A. The floor is split—east for A, west for B.

“Y-Yukari-san, the luggage…!”

“R-right, I forgot! Sorry…!”

My voice cracks, and she nearly forgets her suitcase. Tension lingers, but we step toward our room.

Chapter 148: Wanting to Confront Our Feelings

“…It’s spacious.”

I can’t help murmuring at the vastness and array of amenities in the room.

“Y-yes, more than I expected…!”

Yukari-san agrees, but this room is likely meant for a group of four or so. There are two double beds—what I think are called pair beds—set up for two people each, probably ideal for a luxurious family trip.

The hotel has a casual vibe, but this room feels like the stereotypical suite you’d imagine.

…Am I impure for thinking the second bathroom, where you can see the view, is slightly larger than a single-person tub?

It’s a suite, a place you could live in. Being on the 20th floor, the view is bound to be stunning. In the lingering daylight, you can see the pool building below and even the distant sea. The nearby city might light up at night, creating a beautiful scene.

“…It’s an amazing room.”

I murmur, savoring the words, and Yukari-san responds, “I-I’m glad…!”

Talking about the cost now would be tactless. I must never forget she’s paying, but harping on it would stray from the words she wants to hear.

Creating the time she desires with her lover—that’s the only thing I can do, and I need to reaffirm it. Yet, my eyes drift to the large beds.

As I try to shake off that gaze, Yukari-san, likely nervous, speaks first.

“Shun-sama, um, shall we go eat dinner first?”

“O-okay.”

I wonder what she thinks of me responding second. Does she want me to lead more, or does she prefer guiding like this?

I can’t help wondering where her gaze was directed in the room.

With minimal luggage, we leave the room. There’s a brief walk to the elevator hall.

“…Oh, Shun-sama… Thank you…!”

I take her hand a bit faster this time. It’s too small to call courage, but still.

“…I’m the one who’s happy.”

No matter how many times, her gratitude never changes, and our exchanges continue. I pour gratitude and excitement into my lover, who doesn’t see this as overstepping.

※

The buffet-style dinner was chosen by Yukari-san over a course meal in advance.

“Since we were swimming, I thought our appetites might vary… Was a course meal better…?”

I shake my head vigorously at her concern. It’s exaggerated, but I want to show her choice is absolute.

Swimming probably made us hungry, and at first, we pile our plates high.

But gradually, we take less, and it’s not just fullness.

“…Yukari-san, you’re not eating much. Are you okay?”

Across from me, Yukari-san eats small portions, glancing at me, taking bites, then looking again.

“Oh, I-I’m fine! Sorry for worrying you…!”

At my words, she reaches for her fork, but her hand slips, and the silver utensil spins and falls to the floor.

“—S-sorry…!”

She tries to pick it up, but I finally manage a decent action.

“I’ll get a new one…!”

I need to at least be this considerate, or I’ll have nothing to offer. Thinking this, I pick it up before she can stand and grab a new one from a nearby table.

It’s my fault for startling her, and it’s a small gesture.

“Ha… Sorry, I’m so sorry…!”

Taking the new fork, Yukari-san shrinks slightly. I reply, “N-no, I spoke suddenly,” but her gesture stirs my feeling that she’s adorable.

“…It’s not that… I-I was happy…!”

Her soft murmur makes my heart skip.

“…I’ll eat a bit more.”

Her sharp, beautiful eyes are definitely on me. Receiving such a woman’s gaze is something I must cherish.

As we eat slowly, our hands move less. The glass walls show the sun setting, signaling the meal’s end.

“Shun-sama, would you like anything else?”

When I answer, “…No, I’m good,” her posture straightens slightly.

“…Th-then, shall we return to the room…?”

Her words, almost a final notice, straighten my posture, too. Going to a room just for us, not a public place like the restaurant, is now imminent.

“…Yes.”

As I reply, I look at Yukari-san’s expression—her eyes fixed on me, her lips forming words, her flushed cheeks.

※

I mustn’t assume we’re heading there for sex. I know that.

“…”

But in the elevator to the 20th floor, Yukari-san’s tense demeanor makes my body stiffen, too.

She might have another reason.

“…Yukari-san.”

“Y-yesh, I-I’m fine…!”

She’s clearly not fine. I can tell that much, and as her face lowers, I feel I need to say something.

But while I hesitate, the door to room A, which we entered earlier, appears before us.

“L-let’s go in…!”

Yukari-san’s voice cracks as she suggests it.

I feel I’ve failed to find the right words again. It saddens me, but there’s no time to dwell.

She opens the door with the key, and I’m ushered inside. The door closes with a soft thud, leaving us in a completely private space.

“…Shun-sama, um…!”

She’s the one to speak first.

“Y-yes…!”

I reply with a loud, perhaps foolish, voice.

“Thank you… It’s late to say, but for giving me this time…!”

I don’t want her bowing deeply, but she immediately expresses gratitude.

“Y-you might be tired, so, um, w-while sitting on the sofa… Could we talk, even casually…?”

Her slightly awkward gesture points to the red, three-person sofa in front of the beds, which I noticed earlier.

Casually? There’s no way I feel that.

“…I want to talk with you, too, Yukari-san.”

I rally my heart to convey this. Others might say to say it lightly, but for me, it takes effort.

※

The TV is off, and the room is silent. The only sound is our faint breathing as we sit side by side on the sofa.

“…Today, no, tomorrow too, right… Thank you so much…!”

Beside me is my lover, her beautiful eyes slightly teary, always making my heart race. Yukari-san, undeniably a beauty, is right here, her face flushed, an unavoidable thrill.

“…I’m truly grateful that you gave me your birthday… your special day.”

It’s undoubtedly a precious day for her. She could’ve been celebrated by friends or maybe a man her age—a once-a-year day.

“N-no, I’m the one taking your time, Shun-sama, and yet I…”

Talking with Yukari-san, her hair down, our eyes don’t always meet. She sometimes lowers her gaze shyly.

“…Um, Shun-sama.”

But she shows a resolute expression. Her beautiful, flushed face carries a strong gaze, directed at me.

“I wanted to share my thoughts about you at the pool… I couldn’t organize them earlier, so, is now okay…?”

Thoughts—like assuming her swimsuit looked good. Like her reaction when I praised it.

“…Of course.”

Compared to her stunning white bikini, I’m not sure what’s worth praising. It’s the same feeling as with Asagi-san and the others.

“Th-then, excuse me…!”

But Yukari-san talks about me, too.

“…It suited you so well. I’d only seen men’s swimsuits from afar at pools, but… yours, as my lover, Shun-sama, made my heart race, and it felt completely different…”

She shares her precious feelings about being thrilled by me.

When I nod slightly, her words continue.

“Wearing something that shows your body’s lines beside me… Even with so many women around, you didn’t hide, showing your growth…”

I didn’t think my swimsuit showed my lines much, but in this world, wearing just one layer might count. My senses are still from my original world.

“…But, Shun-sama… Despite all the women around, I felt you were only looking at me… It might be presumptuous, but I felt your gaze…!”

I aimed to look only at Yukari-san today. She noticed.

“I-it’s not presumptuous… I always look at others, so at least today, I wanted to only see you, Yukari-san… It might be selfish…!”

Normally, she not only forgives but encourages my lustful gazes at other women. Even if it’s convenient, I wanted to focus on her today.

“Y-you really were… Your gaze, Shun-sama…”

She murmurs, but clearly responds to me.

“Even though you were more unguarded in a swimsuit… Thinking you were looking at me made me so nervous, I might not have spoken well… But it wasn’t presumptuous…!”

Savoring her words, she doesn’t dislike my gaze. She was nervous knowing I was watching her.

“…Sorry, I was looking at weird places…”

I got excited by her swimsuit’s curves—her breasts, her larger rear—and admitted it on the walkway bench. There’s no hiding now.

“…”

Yet, Yukari-san looks at me. Her dazed, beautiful expression carries a hint of allure.

No, it’s beyond a hint.

“…I-I, um…”

I can only say, “Y-yes…!” as she tries to form words.

“There’s nothing weird about your gaze, Shun-sama… If you want, i-it’s always okay…!”

Biting her tongue, she murmurs, “Ugh… Sorry,” her cheeks reddening further.

※

After catching her breath, Yukari-san speaks again.

“…You always seem to feel touching me is wrong… But if I may, I Rosin, I’d like to correct that…!”

My feelings about touching her.

“…You told me today I can be selfish, Shun-sama… It’s scary to say, but if you want, I want you to know looking or touching is always a joy…!”

Looking or touching. We’ve been too intimate for me to misunderstand.

“T-touching, too…” I parrot foolishly, and she gazes at me, her look direct and melting.

“Yes, whenever we’re together, whenever you want…!”

As she leans forward slightly, her beautiful face and the swell distorting her blue knit top are emphasized. I tried not to notice today, but her knit-covered breasts are insanely attractive.

“…Am I selfish for thinking this…?”

Selfish? No way.

“N-no way…!”

Her closeness makes my loud voice unnecessary, startling her. “S-sorry,” I say, calming myself to find words.

“…I always think you’re beautiful, with an amazing figure, and I get so excited I worry I’ll be a nuisance or too persistent…”

Ugh, my thoughts are scattered. I want to match her directness, but…

“Being told I can touch anytime… I might not hold back…! Especially since it’s your birthday, and I want you to do what you want…!”

That’s the core, maybe. I’m scared of touching her when she doesn’t want it, clouding her heart.

“…Ugh, S-Shun-sama, you’re really…”

She searches for words, too.

Unlike me, she finds them quickly.

“Knowing you’re excited by my body… It all reaches me…!”

I’ve been calling her erotic all day. Normally, that might not be pleasing, maybe even harassment.

“…I’m sorry… Hearing such words from you truly excites me…! ♡”

Her expression turns captivating, increasingly sexual. Any man would find it erotic, and I can’t resist.

“Staying at the hotel, I thought maybe we could… again, Shun-sama… Knowing you want to touch me makes me happy…!”

Her words melt me. Like me, she’s thinking of intimacy at the hotel, tinting my thoughts pink.

“Yukari-san, I-I, really…!”

My easy erection strains my pants. Her lascivious words from a captivating woman overwhelm my control.

“…Y-you don’t dislike it, right? You’re not forcing yourself for me…?”

Rationality chooses this question. Forcing her for my lust is absolutely unforgivable.

But.

“There’s no way I could dislike you touching me, Shun-sama…!”

Her rationality-shattering expression and sex-appeal-filled body are before me.

Cautiously, she draws closer from my left.

“Always, your excitement for me is my happiness… Receiving your gaze now is too much…! ♡”

Her right breast presses against my arm, and my erection instantly hardens to the skies.

“Even if I’m a shameless woman, aroused so easily by your desire…!”

Aroused—she says it, and her next words follow.

Her melted expression faces me.

“…If I can be selfish for my birthday, I want you to touch me, even a little…! ♡”

Not just her pressed right breast—reaching around, I could touch her left. The situation is overwhelmingly tempting, brimming with lust.

No, it’s past brimming.

“I-I want to touch you, too, Yukari-san…!”

I should start gently, maybe embracing her shoulders, but her word “aroused” fixates me on sexual parts.

No matter how often I’ve touched or kneaded, her soft breasts thrill me to death. Pressing my arm, I know their tips, their sensitivity, everything.

Touching them would surely create a lascivious atmosphere.

“Y-yes! However you want to touch… My body, m-my body…!”

Believing she encourages me, I’m consumed by desire for her.

“To be a place for you to touch, Shun-sama… I’d be so happy, forever…!”

Her direct, enchanting words urge my hand to reach out, even sitting side by side. Without pushing me away, Yukari-san accepts me.

I choose.

Reaching around from behind, embracing her, I choose her left breast, a lust-drenched me.

The squishy sensation through her knit shakes my heart and my fully erect member.

“Ah, a-ah…! ♡”

Yukari-san’s sweet response sinks deep into me.

Chapter 149: Touching and Sharing Desires

Sitting side by side, I reach around with my left hand, embracing Yukari-san and touching her chest through her knit top. My touch isn’t practiced—I’m still tense.

“Nn, ahh…”

My lover lets out a sigh at my hand.

Her soft, mature breasts, barely containable in one hand, feel the bra beneath but remain pliable. As I knead them, my face must look sloppy.

“Ah, thank you…! ♡”

Her expression makes me want to believe she finds me dear.

Her balanced face and curvaceous, alluring body. Yukari-san’s flushed cheeks, melted eyes, and loose black hair accept my hand.

I shouldn’t be the one thanked.

“…Your breasts, Yukari-san, are so soft, I’m so excited… Even over clothes, it’s intense…!”

But the feelings I want to express remain too blatant.

“Nn, haa, I’m happy, Shun-sama…!”

Still, Yukari-san, squirming, shares her emotions. Each time she speaks, shivers run down my spine, and my erection hardens.

It’s not just touching—this isn’t small. Caressing over clothes is already sex to me.

“…Ah, fuu, Shun-sama…! ♡”

Yet, she accepts my impure touch, turning toward me. Her lips are so close, a slight move would make them meet.

Her small, plump lips—ones anyone would want to claim, ones I shouldn’t have reached.

“…Oh, s-sorry, I…”

She lowers her gaze briefly, then looks at me again.

“…I feel like even my lips are being watched… I might be selfish, but again…!”

My gaze is fully understood by her, making my body tremble.

I want to confess every focus of my eyes. With her soft breast in my hand, my sincerity is questionable.

“I was looking… Your beautiful lips, Yukari-san, everything…!”

I should consider where the line is, but I can’t think clearly. I’m just voicing erotic thoughts directly.

“B-beautiful, my lips…?”

Her cheeks, already red, flush deeper. Beautiful yet cute, she melts and mends my heart.

“R-really, they’re beautiful… I always think they’re nice, so I keep looking, sorry…!”

Apologizing reflexively, I’m anxious my gaze is impure. Maybe it should be, but everyone’s acceptance has warped my senses.

I release her breast, feeling I need to hear her words.

“Oh, Shun-sama, p-please don’t apologize… Any time, I…!”

Her response.

“My breasts, my lips, whenever you want… Look or touch… I might be the selfish one…!”

I’m making her belittle herself again. I shouldn’t let that happen.

“N-no, Yukari-san, that’s not true…! Your lips are too captivating for me, so I get excited instantly, worried I’m forcing you…!”

Her lips, like her breasts, are erotically appealing, always enchanting.

“…Not just my breasts, anywhere, for you, Shun-sama…!”

Her reply carries a lascivious air.

“If you desire, if you’d unleash your lust on me, countless times, hundreds of times, I want my body to accept it…!”

Even clothed, I feel she’s approaching me naked. The beautiful woman giving endless kindness gazes at me with lowered eyes.

But her expression shifts to slight anxiety.

“But, um, you’re with Sasai-san, Yamamoto-san, and Yuki-sama… sexually, so I don’t want my selfish desires to force you… I’d hate to push you when you’re not in the mood…!”

I shouldn’t make her say that.

I’m insanely aroused by her right now.

I need to ask her. What I wanted to know, but feared would make her hate me.

“…Yukari-san, c-can I ask…?”

I believe she’ll answer, her hands on her knees.

“Y-yes! Any question from you, Shun-sama…!”

Her words fuel my expectations.

“…Th-thank you… I’ve been thinking…!”

I told myself not to expect, but my true feelings…

“At night, staying at the hotel, I thought maybe we could… again…!”

I undeniably expected erotic things.

“It’s your birthday, Yukari-san, and I wanted it to be what you wished, but seeing your swimsuit, I kept thinking erotic thoughts…!”

Her chest, hips, legs—every part is alluring to me. Not as a typical man, but as her lover, her feminine appeal overwhelms my lust.

“…E-erotic things…” she murmurs. I can only be blunt with her.

“Y-yes…! But you were happy with my swimsuit comments, even though I’m just not hiding my thoughts…!”

I don’t want to hide, and I can’t.

Not just her kindness—her sexual allure keeps thrilling me, and she allows it. Thinking this way during a daytime date might be ugly.

“I’m a l-lust-driven man…!”

She even finds my lust dear. But I don’t know its limits and want to understand.

“L-lust-driven…”

Fearing she’ll pull away as she murmurs, I continue.

“Y-yes… So when you say you’re happy, I’ll probably… m-many times…!”

In this caressing situation, I feel I must share my desires.

“I’ll probably ask for erotic things, and even after release, I’ll get hard again…!”

I’m certain of it. Since coming to this world, my stamina’s grown, and with her erotic expression, my arousal won’t stop soon.

“M-many times… Getting hard…”

She murmurs, but I believe her expression waits for more.

“…So, Yukari-san, I…!”

My question stems from anxiety.

“It’s your birthday, but I feel I’ll get excited even when you don’t want to… Can someone like me, who can’t hold back, be your partner…?”

My lust risks ruining the romantic mood. If it clouds her heart even slightly…

As her partner, I—

A soft sensation and a gentle air hit me.

“Absolutely, it’s perfect…!”

In that moment, Yukari-san closes the distance, embracing me, murmuring, “Absolutely, absolutely…!”

Not just her feminine allure—it’s as if she accepts all my lust, seeking me despite my pitifulness, with a forceful hug.

“…I don’t want you to hold back, Shun-sama…! I’d be so happy to be someone you can get excited with, release your lust with…!”

It’s not just to calm me temporarily.

“You always make me feel good… Praising me so much, I’m always indulging sexually…!”

It sounds like she truly believes it.

“N-no, I’m always excited…!” I reply, and I can tell she’s shaking her head, unseen.

“No, I’m always squirting, getting too sensitive, soiling you… You should be angrier, but you say this…!”

Embraced, our exchange deepens. It’s as if she’s reflecting on past sex, which I shouldn’t allow. Her squirting isn’t dirty—it’s proof of her arousal.

“Saying you’ll lust for me, ejaculate multiple times… It makes me excited again… I’m helpless with you…! ♡”

Her tight embrace mixes sensuality with careful words. Feeling her breath, my excitement only grows.

And a lascivious fact is revealed.

“And I was hoping we could… If so, I’d probably squirt, so I brought sheets in my suitcase… To avoid soiling the hotel’s, I thought…!”

She confesses as if it’s wrong, thrilling me with the implication of expecting to squirt.

Her unbridled words dangerously unravel me.

“Yukari-san, that’s insanely exciting…! So, a-again…!”

I can’t resist my lust for her. Wanting to fulfill her birthday shifts to wanting the sex she desires.

“…I want to feel good with you, Yukari-san…!”

It’s becoming a one-way path to sex.

“O-of course…! I’m the one drowning in lust, wanting this… You speak as if you’re wrong, but I’m the one wanting erotic things…!”

But she forgives and clearly seeks sex with me.

“…I’m happy, with you, Yukari-san… T-to have sex…!”

Saying “sex” outright might be careless, but I’ve broken that restraint myself.

“Oh, with you, Shun-sama… We can have sex again…! ♡”

Hearing me, she pulls back slightly, looking at me as if confirming my intent.

“…S-sex with you, Yukari-san…”

Confirming our intimacy, I’m thrilled to death, my erection rock-hard. Her beautiful lips, full breasts, and dripping vagina—I recall them all. My body, honest, will seek pleasure with hers.

But that’s not enough. Despite my foolish lust, I need to think of what I can do for her.

“…U-um! What kind do you…!”

I’m still scared to ask. But she’s here, embracing me.

“I want to know how you want to do it with me…!”

Ideally, I’d intuit it, to avoid misunderstandings.

“…Your preferences, k-kinks… If it’s okay, I want to fulfill them…!”

It might sound foolish, and she could be exasperated, wanting me to figure it out. My obsession with her breasts and vagina might show my lack of growth.

Just because I’ve shared my kinks doesn’t mean she must share hers.

“It might be late, but it’s your birthday… I want to do the sex you want…!”

I want to know her desires, and asking is all I can do.

“D-desired sex…”

Her dazed expression, the sex she most wants with me. Not even sex—maybe foreplay, or unrelated tasks, anything.

I want her satisfaction, so I need to know.

“I-is that okay, Shun-sama…?”

“Y-yes! If you’re okay, I want to know…! Your k-kinks, preferred play…!”

Asking about preferred play directly is bold, but she takes my unbridled words seriously, murmuring, “P-play…”

“If you say so, kind Shun-sama… I…”

Her words.

“Please forgive me for saying… What I want you to do to me…!”

She bows deeply, unnecessarily. “N-no need to say forgive…!” I reply, and our eyes meet again.

“…I don’t know if it’s okay to say, but… Before this trip, I was thinking…”

With resolve, she speaks. She’s shared feelings before, but her true desires are something I’d listen to forever.

“It might be disgusting, but you encouraged me, and now I want to say it…”

Knowing her thoughts would make me happy. Disgusting? Never.

“As my selfishness… Please let me ask…!”

If it’s a request, absolutely. This birthday date is about her wishes, my core principle.

“I-I want to hear it… I’d never call it disgusting, even if I died…!”

It might be passive, but is wanting to be this way for her convenient? Can I believe it’s okay?

“Y-yes! As I said, I was hoping for s-sex with you, and…!”

Sex, expectation—what follows.

“I want you to tell me everything that excites you, makes you feel good… And c-command me to do it…!”

Her polite request includes the sensational word “command.”

Chapter 150: Commanding, Still Sweetly

“I’m always so happy with the caring, lover-like sex you give me, Shun-sama…”

In front of me, Yukari-san expresses her gratitude.

“But if possible, I want sex that fulfills your desires, making me a mess… I’m already a mess, but…”

It’s me who’s been a mess during sex, yet she continues.

“…If all your desires could be accepted without restraint, I’d be so happy… I’ll surely look awful feeling good, but you can look away from my face…”

She even considers unnecessary hypotheticals.

“And I’m anxious about forcing you, Shun-sama… But if you’re so excited by me that you can’t hold back, if you want to ejaculate…”

She lays bare my desire to ejaculate.

“Tell me, command me… Could we have sex where you unleash your desires just on me, for now…?”

It’s a proposal that doesn’t feel like a birthday indulgence.

“Um, of course, if that’s unpleasant, it’s just my foolishness. There’s nothing wrong with the usual you—truly, truly…!”

Blushing furiously, she speaks rapidly. Her words assure me it’s not dissatisfaction with our sex, and I’m saved by her again.

“You never complain about my wild state, Shun-sama. I want to know more about the acts you desire… I still want sex, and I know it’s improper…”

“I-improper, no way…”

I hesitate, unsure how to respond.

But I can’t waver long. What kind of lover am I if I can’t fulfill her wishes, even as a small person?

“…If it’s what you truly want, Yukari-san… I want to make it happen, however I can…! I don’t know if I’ll do it well…”

Commanding a woman—something I’ve never done. In daily life, I’ve never created such a domineering situation.

“…D-don’t worry about doing it well… I truly want to accept everything you desire, Shun-sama…”

Commanding her in sex feels like my rationality collapsing from the start.

And my lover lays bare her desires.

“You always touch me with care, confirming, so kind… But I don’t need confirmation—touch me freely, I wanted to say…!”

She keeps exciting me more.

“So, freely, even forcefully, I’d be happy… If my body can satisfy your lust, there’s no greater joy… Please unleash your desires on me…!”

I should be finding her pleasure points, working hard.

“I-I’m sorry for being shameless… But this is my selfishness…! ♡”

Her eyes seem to have heart shapes. Not just kindness—she genuinely wants this, her lascivious expression says.

I can’t do painful or無理な sex, but…

“I understand, Yukari-san…”

I want to fulfill her wishes, her selfishness. That’s certain.

“With you, Yukari-san, s-sex… Making you feel good, and I’ll ask to feel good, too… With your body…!”

But I’m also declaring I’ll devour her body.

“Yes… For you, Shun-sama… My body for you… Ahh…! ♡”

My lascivious lover looks at me without a hint of doubt.

“But, Yukari-san, really… Don’t force yourself, okay…?”

Even with my anxiety, she replies, “…I’m fine…!” So I swallow hard and make another proposal.

“T-to the bed…”

Unsure if I’m pacing it right.

“…L-let’s go together…!”

She softens her expression at my suggestion of a place for sex. I’m not sure if I should say such things.

“Thank you…! ♡ But really, no confirmation is needed. The place you want is where I want to be…! ♡”

She cherishes my command. She might even accept forceful sex elsewhere if I desired it for a moment.

Still, I…

“…B-but, so it doesn’t hurt, the bed…”

She brought sheets, so suddenly wanting elsewhere is impossible, and I’m scared of hurting her.

“…Y-yes, as you wish, Shun-sama…!”

The night with Yukari-san, who deeply desires me, is right before us. So we head to the bed.

But first, she says, “Oh, excuse me…!” and rushes to her suitcase.

“I’ll l-lay them first, the s-sheets…!”

Biting her tongue, she murmurs, “U-ugh…” embarrassed. Still, she holds the white sheets, anticipating squirting during our sex.

I almost ask to help.

“…Let me help.”

My phrasing feels like I’m gauging the distance to sex.

“Oh… Y-yes…!”

I selfishly think she might notice my intent.

The sheets are spread on the bed, and we sit side by side.

※

Noticing the sheets fit the bed perfectly, my heart races. It’s as if Yukari-san checked the bed size in advance.

I can’t ask that now. My lover, sitting beside me, gazes at me, waiting.

Her chest lifting the knit, the lower abdomen under her skirt—I can imagine it all. Thinking I know everything is presumptuous, but her lasciviousness, her erotic parts, I’ve used in my fantasies.

Now, she waits for my commands.

“…Shun-sama…”

She could use me for her lust, but her desire is the opposite.

“…Yukari-san.”

And I want to accept it.

I don’t know how to command. But I clearly saw and wanted to touch a place earlier.

“…A kiss.”

I almost ask permission but stop.

“I’ll k-kiss you…!”

Not a command, but a declaration. My anxiety about choosing actions hasn’t vanished.

Still, my lingering fears are shattered by Yukari-san.

“…I’m happy, Shun-sama…! ♡”

“My lips, too, are for your lust… If it pleases you…! ♡”

Her expression suggests she’s as aroused as I am.

Slowly closing the distance, I place my arms on her shoulders.

“…Nn! ♡”

Our kiss begins, and she surrenders to my actions. Her pressing breasts easily excite me, and my growth remains unclear.

Our third time having sex, yet it feels like touching her for the first time, my impure desires swelling.

Wanting to entwine tongues naturally arises.

“Nn, nnh! ♡ Fuu, Shun-sama, nmuu! ♡”

I start devouring her mouth, and she accepts my unasked action. Her tongue’s sensation paints my mind pink, my embrace tightening.

Her saliva flows into me, mine into her. This thrilling, hardening act happens naturally.

“—, Fuu! ♡ Haa, nn, nnn! ♡”

The lascivious scent of an older woman seems to envelop me. Her closeness dominates my senses.

Making erotic requests would excite me more. With Yukari-san, everything erotic, even this unique, sweet sex is natural.

“Nn, puha, ah, my head’s buzzing…!”

Her tongue-tied state is cute and erotic. After our deep kiss pauses, I must “command” again.

“…”

She gazes at me, dazed, waiting for my words. I should believe that.

“…Yukari-san, it feels good.”

“Oh… Kissing you makes me happy, Shun-sama…! ♡”

We share feelings, but…

“…Yukari-san, n-next, I’ll…”

This situation, where only I propose, continues.

Her enchanting body, like her lips, usually requiring repeated confirmation.

“I’ll t-take off your clothes, Yukari-san…!”

Hypnotizing myself it’s not arrogant, I spill my honest desire to see her body. My words, command or wish, are still unpracticed.

“…Yes, Shun-sama…! Anytime, my clothes… You can rip them off…! ♡”

Her kindness risks stripping my rationality. I don’t intend to be rough, but I waver, wondering if she wants that.

“Rather, being undressed by you excites me… You don’t need to ask…!”

She truly seems to feel this.

“If you want to undress me, anytime, even forcefully, it’s fine… I know I’m shameless, but as long as you desire…! ♡”

Her restraint might be slipping, too. Her words, thrillingly immoral, make my erection unbearable.

“Y-Yukari-san, those words are so erotic…!”

I bluntly share my erotic thoughts, and she softens her expression.

“…Too kind a word… I’m the one consumed by lust, yet you call me erotic…!”

Though we confirm feelings, the flow to sex is unstoppable.

“Thank you… So, please, any part you like…! ♡”

Sitting, she straightens, looking at me.

With her body like an offering, my hand reaches for the hem of her knit top. Thinking I shouldn’t reconfirm undressing, am I right or impure?

“…Nn! ♡”

Leaning into me, she lets out a small sound. Excited by it, I pull her blue knit top upward, careful not to tug her hair.

Is wearing a bra right under a knit normal in my original world? Or this world’s custom, or Yukari-san’s choice?

That thought lasts a moment. Her flawless skin, deep cleavage, and blue frilled bra fill my vision instantly.

So erotic. She’s captivating as a mature woman, a figure I’d fantasize about even now.

She, showing this, likely waits for my “words,” my “command.”

“…Beautiful, so much.”

I choose words first. Sex without calling her beautiful is unthinkable.

“And I’m excited…!”

My blatant feelings persist.

Despite her request for commands, that doesn’t change. Her frilled lingerie, different from her swimsuit, keeps me aroused.

“…You call me beautiful again… Truly…! ♡”

Her murmured words show no disappointment in my lack of commands. She seems to wait for my next action.

Wanting to touch her body without asking, I seek too high a desire.

Reaching around her beautiful back, she lets out an “Oh” but keeps an expectant expression.

“If the clasp is hard, y-you can break it…!”

I could never.

“…N-no, I want to cherish your lingerie, too… You’re showing me this beautiful sight for me…!”

I can’t treat the lingerie she wore for our date carelessly.

“Oh, beautiful again…! ♡”

As I unclasp the back, her soft murmur carries strong emotion. I hear it.

With my heart racing, I remove her bra. Instantly, I face her overflowing, jiggling breasts again.

Yukari-san’s breasts. My lover’s irresistible, enchanting sexual appeal.

“Do as you like… Look, touch… I might make sounds, please forgive me…!”

Her full, soft breasts—I know their softness without touching. Her mature breasts, impossible not to want.

Their tips, a beautiful pink.

“My shameless breasts, for you, Shun-sama…! ♡”

I can’t deny her words. Her puffed-up nipples, clearly erect, are unmistakable.

Wanting to touch her erect nipples and perfect breasts, I gaze at her trusting face.

Without words, I grasp her soft breast directly.

“Hiu! ♡”

Her moan rises a pitch.

Even with eye contact, touching without asking, driven by desire, should be wrong.

“Sh-Shun-sama, ah… Nn-ah…! ♡”

Her increasingly erotic voice marks the start of caressing.

Chapter 151: Touching Her Breasts, and Beyond ☆

“Nn, yah, ah…! ♡”

Yukari-san’s breasts, touched by a man like me.

Kneading her soft flesh, I’m consumed by lust, savoring her sexual allure. Her attempt to hide her flushed cheeks with one arm only makes her more erotic. Everything about this situation is utterly captivating.

“Nn, ah, haa…!” Her sweet sighs fuel my desire to express myself.

“…Your breasts, Yukari-san, they’re insanely exciting…!”

But my feelings for her breasts boil down to that. Not quite massive, her full, beautiful breasts, offered freely to me, keep my hands moving.

“Ah, thank you, nn, so mu—ah…!”

I crush my anxiety about touching freely by believing it’s what she wants. It might be an excuse, but my desire for her erotic breasts is obvious.

I want to touch her tips, hear her moans, make her feel good. Those desires overflow.

“Hi, ah, nuu! ♡”

Her words—that no confirmation is needed—and her sweet moans make me indulge.

“Ah, Shun-sama, m-my nipples…! Your hands, my tips…! ♡”

I pinch her firm, pink nipples, supported by small areolas, with my fingers. I’m careful not to hurt her, but I’m anxious about the force in my hands.

To my fully aroused state, she responds with moans and sighs.

“Ih, ah, you’re seeking even my tips, Shun-sama…! Nn, you want me…! ♡”

After teasing her nipple, one hand kneads her breast again. This luxury shouldn’t be mine, but her expression and voice shatter that fear.

I savor her soft breast from the front, from below. Even being gentle, I’m still caressing her.

“Haa… Shun-sama, I’m, for you…!”

In that moment, she asks, gazing at me lovingly, “A-are my breasts meeting your hopes…? Nn! ♡”

That I love her breasts is obvious. The only concern is whether my words will seem creepy.

I believe she’ll forgive me.

“…I absolutely love your breasts, Yukari-san…! They’re so soft, just touching them excites me, and mine’s, h-hard constantly…!”

Calling her erotic parts erotic.

“…I always imagine their size when you’re dressed… At the pool, your cleavage thrilled me. I really, r-really love them…!”

I direct impure feelings to her breasts in daily life and want to express them.

“H-hard…”

Her soft murmur acknowledges my erection. Then, with an “Ah, um!” she seems to want to say something.

I hold her soft breast, gazing at her.

“Thank you…! I-I’d tell you my size anytime, if you ask…! Haa, ah…! ♡”

Responding to my words with moans, she tries to answer properly. I’m still scooping her full breasts, and she lets out sweet sounds at my touch.

After a pause, she shares, “…It’s 85, E-cup… Measured recently for lingerie… It shouldn’t have changed, so it’s the same now…!”

85 E-cup, etched into my brain. Not just numbers—her soft E-cup breasts heighten my arousal.

“Oh, um, sorry… I-I haven’t measured my waist or hips recently… But if you need, I’ll check… I’ll tell you, Shun-sama…!”

The waist, something women might not want known, yet she offers. Her tone, as if it’s her duty, melts my heart.

“…W-was it a bother, saying that…?”

While I hold her quivering breasts, she says this. It’s absolutely wrong, but I can’t stop thinking it’s erotic.

I must say it’s not a bother.

“…No way it’s a bother…! I imagined E-cup, and it’s true, so I’m even more excited…! But your waist, you might not want to share, so don’t force yourself…!”

Not about commands, it’s my clear feeling. Her slim, stunning figure—knowing her waist size might not be her intent.

“Oh, thank you…! But I…”

My prediction is swiftly overwritten by her sweet words.

“…If you want, Shun-sama, I’ll share my measurements anytime… I’d be happy if you believed that…! ♡”

Accepting my hand, she gives a lascivious smile. Exposing her beautiful breasts, she excites me beyond measure, my already hard erection growing harder.

“…And, sorry for interrupting, Shun-sama…! ♡”

Her aroused expression remains before me.

“Again, as you desire… Please…! ♡”

My hand grips her E-cup breast again, squeezing, and her “Au! ♡” moan pushes me to the next stage.

Their touch is something I’d knead forever, but the atmosphere demands more, and I consider her desires.

“…Yukari-san.”

“Yes!”

I must warn myself against arrogance.

“…I’ll take off your bottoms…”

Her eroticism overwrites everything.

“C-can you sit on the bed…?”

It’s undeniably my desire.

“Oh…! ♡”

My lover looks delighted.

“Of course… For you, Shun-sama…! ♡”

Accepting my “command,” Yukari-san places her sexually alluring body fully on the bed.

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Reaching for her skirt, I check her expression. Without asking if it’s okay, I slowly, surely strip the fabric from her lower body.

“…! ♡”

Her melted expression captivates me. Each time our eyes meet, she looks happier.

In our sweet lover’s atmosphere, my lust-driven actions might’ve quickened the skirt’s removal. Before me appears a blue panty, matching her bra.

Her slightly plump thighs, slender below the knees, make me wonder how they’re supported. Maintaining such an ideal figure must take effort.

“Beautiful…!”

It’s cliché, but her body is perfect. That I can touch and undress such a woman feels unreal.

“…Haa…! ♡”

The eroticism of her panties, dazedly worn. Not overly flashy, but maturely maddening, their shape around her groin is purely obscene.

At their center, her slit is hidden. Just thinking it makes me want to see it again.

Thinking what’s right has already collapsed.

“…Yukari-san.”

Calling her name, she replies, “Y-yesh, sorry…!” echoing in the room.

Entrusting herself to me, not hiding her erotic body, she sits on the bed, waiting. My intense erection craves sex with her.

I should caress her upper body more.

“Oh…! ♡”

I reach for her panties, sliding the blue fabric down from both sides.

“…Oh, um, it’s probably wet, so please be careful… It’s definitely wet… So your hands don’t get wet…!”

Reacting to her words, I check the dampness, proving my perversion. The freshly removed panties feel slightly heavier.

I removed her skirt and panties without a word.

She doesn’t forgive my lack of apology, still gazing at me, dazed.

Her legs, hesitating to open, reveal a glimpse of her plump slit, undeniably erotic, and I strain to see.

Thinking she’d show me if I wish is dangerous. It treats me like a king, and I’m scared of becoming arrogant.

“…”

But seeing Yukari-san confirm my gaze, I can’t help it.

“Yukari-san…!”

An utterly improper wish arises.

“Sh-show me… Your beautiful, erotic place…!”

I can’t resist wanting to see her vagina. It’s the worst “command,” when I should’ve said something romantic as her lover.

Yet, Yukari-san, “Y-yes, Shun-sama…! My shameless place, please…! ♡”

She looks genuinely delighted, her melted expression directed at me.

Spreading her long, beautiful legs, a modest black bush and slightly open slit are exposed.

“For you to desire, my, my…! ♡”

Holding her legs firmly for my view, she shows no reluctance, as if my words are precious.

Her vagina, I’ve savored endlessly, squirting, pampering my penis with its slickness.

“…I touch myself sometimes, trying not to make it dirty… But if you want, should I do more…?”

No, nothing is needed.

“…No, your vagina, Yukari-san… It’s already insanely erotic, so nothing else…!”

I say that first, then search for words.

My honest feelings seeing her slit, and making her feel good.

No, it’s impossible. With my straining erection, I can only think of sex with her.

“U-um…!”

Too blatant, skipping foreplay for insertion is foolish, but I raise my voice.

“…Y-yes…!”

Her wet vagina, understood, and my desire to enter it.

I’ll voice my desire. Imagining her masturbation, her slit’s depths, her vagina entirely.

“…Thinking of your vagina, Yukari-san, I get stupidly hard…!”

My words, as they are.

Chapter 152: The Third Time, Like the First ☆

My feelings might be the worst, but I want to express them, and Yukari-san is listening.

Despite my lack of restraint, my lover accepts everything, murmuring, “E-erection…” while looking at me.

Calm down, do foreplay—those words echo in my mind.

“…I-I should probably touch you more, make you feel good, but I…”

But those words vanish, and what comes out is the opposite.

“S-sex, my penis… I want to put it inside you, Yukari-san…! I want to feel good right now…!”

Not quite a command, but it’s commanding. Skipping foreplay to insert my penis—am I just arrogant?

“Ah…! ♡ F-feeling good…! ♡”

Her soft murmur reaches my ears.

“…Y-yes, is it okay to feel good…!” I respond, meeting her eyes.

“…I want you to command me, Shun-sama… There’s nothing you should do…! ♡”

Everything is affirmed.

“You looking at my vagina, getting excited, putting it in… It’s the happiest thing…! So, even thrusting in forcefully, it’s fine…!”

Saying this, she touches her vagina, letting out a sultry, “Nn, haa…! ♡”

“My inside always wants to accept you, Shun-sama… Just being alone with you, I’m already a mess, so it should be easy to enter…”

Her immoral claim that it’s “easy to enter.”

“…No confirmation needed. Your erection is dear to me, Shun-sama… The moment you want to feel good, command me—it’s all my happiness…! ♡”

Seeing her smile with that lascivious expression, I’m done for.

“Yukari-san…!”

My voice echoes.

“I’ll p-put it in… My penis, so excited it’s killing me, inside you…!”

I reach for my pants. Normally, I’d go step-by-step, getting her consent.

But now, I can only think of feeling good with Yukari-san, who’s watching me.

“…T-to you, Yukari-san…!”

I should’ve asked if she wanted to undress me, but I’m already in my boxer briefs.

“Oh, Sh-Shun-sama’s…”

She gazes at my tented lower abdomen.

“Yours, for m-me…!”

Even pausing briefly, I assume she’s not truly reluctant.

I should at least apologize.

“…My p-penis, to you, Yukari-san…!”

I pull down my gray boxer briefs myself.

“Ah… Aah…! ♡”

Her gaze is fixed on my erect penis, undeniably a hot, lustful stare.

She looks at my skyward desire lovingly.

“…Your manhood, so excited, Shun-sama… Truly strong, making everyone happy…!”

Her soft words seem filled with joy to me.

So, I wish directly.

“…I-I’m not pacing right, but, c-can I command…?”

Asking to command is contradictory. I’m not a man who can issue commands smoothly, but here I am.

Receiving my gaze fully, Yukari-san says, “…Yes! ♡ As your penis desires… I love your excited expression so much…! ♡”

Her eyes glisten. Still spread-legged, she adjusts for missionary position.

Thinking of sex, imagining insertion and her vagina’s pleasure, I’m consumed by excitement.

“Thank you… I-I’ll do it…!”

Lust-driven, I clumsily remove my half-off pants and briefs. In just a T-shirt, I approach her.

“…Strong, Shun-sama…! ♡”

Far from finding me creepy, she seems fully aroused.

“…I love your excited expression, too, Yukari-san…!”

Normally, I’d express affection carefully, but it spills out.

“…Oh, l-love…” Her voice leaks, and I want to keep speaking.

“…I’ll make you feel good…! But if it hurts, p-push me away, anything…!”

It’s all I can declare.

“Oh…! ♡ N-no, that excites me…!”

Her trembling body hardens my penis further.

“I’m already feeling good before you enter… And I’d never find yours painful… I’ll moan a lot, but there’s nothing I dislike…! ♡”

Her lascivious state excites me endlessly.

“I-if my dirty moans come out, s-stop me without hesitation…! ♡”

I’d never.

“Your moans, Yukari-san, are always erotic…!”

Saying this, she softens her expression. Her beautiful face seems twisted with pleasure before insertion.

No precum yet, but I must hold back to avoid ejaculating too soon. Thinking this, I cover her.

“…I’ll p-put it in… Please accept me…!”

A belated “command.”

“Y-yes…! ♡”

My expectant lover is before me.

My arched penis is aimed at her precious, sacred place. Knowing its pleasure, I’m about to ejaculate inside again.

“…Ah…! ♡”

Yet, my precious lover is undeniably erotic.

To the slit I’ve thrust into countless times, I’m drawn again. In this immoral situation, craving pleasurable ejaculation, I can’t manage more foreplay.

As my glans kisses her slit, I look into her eyes.

“…! ♡”

Without new words, she nods slightly.

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The slick sensation of my glans sliding into her love-soaked place.

“Nn, ah, au…! ♡”

We’re connected again by my erect penis. I meant to be gentle, but her warm vagina accepts me instantly.

Despite expecting it, the pleasure exceeds it—sex with Yukari-san. Her slick vagina envelops my penis, starting our lustful clash.

“Ugh, ah, it’s, s-so good inside…!”

A pitiful voice, but I try to move my hips.

For the immoral purpose of feeling good with her body, I part her vagina.

“Aah, aah, haa…! ♡”

Her sweet moans spill with my first thrust, driving me wild.

“Your p-penis, nn, Shun-sama…! It really makes my stomach happy…! ♡”

Her words make me wonder why she keeps hardening me.

Her slick love juices, moderate tightness, and folds create inevitable pleasure. Not even pistoning, not our first time, my lust is bursting.

“…Your warmth, Yukari-san, everything feels good…!”

Blunt words, but I convey her sensation.

“I-I’m glad… Making you feel good…! Aah…! ♡”

She trembles, her melted expression unwavering.

“…I’ve said it many times… I can’t hold back, but I want you to do as you like, Shun-sama…! Fuu, haa, feel good…! ♡”

My slow thrusts aren’t enough—she seeks more. Arms raised, her body is fully exposed to me.

Sex with Yukari-san, touching her erotic body.

“Ah! ♡ Your hands, fuu, on my b-breasts…! Aah…! ♡”

Before pistoning, before losing myself, I reach for her full breasts. My perverse touch seeks her sexual parts.

Her breasts squish, changing shape. Indulging in her vagina, I still reach for her E-cup breasts.

“…I-I’m kneading them… Your breasts, Yukari-san…!”

Post-facto consent is cowardly. Is it right to touch her body with silent commands?

“Y-yes…! ♡ Touched as you like…! ♡”

She affirms. My rationality crumbles, my penis melted by her slickness, excited by her forcefully touched breasts.

Her soft, shapely breasts make her moan with each touch, a sexual place.

No retreat exists. Escaping now is unthinkable.

“Yukari-san…!”

“Nn, ah, y-yes…!”

Unreserved in sex, she responds without hiding. With my penis inside, I have one desire.

Inhaling deeply, I propose as lasciviously as I can.

“…I’ll t-thrust a lot into you…! Make me ejaculate a lot…!”

Holding back an apology with all my restraint.

“Ah…! ♡”

Her expression melts fully. She might call it sloppy, but to me, she’s a supreme goddess.

“…Getting to be filled by you again, Shun-sama…! ♡”

Her vagina pulses, squeezing my penis. Barely moving, it’s as if it’s milking my semen, and I tense my abdomen.

This is my limit—I’ll ejaculate if I stay like this.

“…Yukari-san… I-I’ll move…!”

Lacking restraint, I declare and slowly thrust.

“Ah, aah! ♡ Hi, yah! ♡ Shun-sa, maa, aah…! ♡”

Driven to feel good, to make her feel good, I thrust my penis.

“Aah…! S-sorry…! ♡ My v-voice…! ♡”

Her moans and writhing fuel my lust. Declaring ejaculation, did I consider her body’s burden?

“Ah, a-ah…! I-in deep, scraping…! Hiu…! ♡”

My penis seeks ejaculation, hips moving. I’m helplessly excited, wanting sex, wanting her moans.

An apology nearly escapes again. But more would contradict commanding, so I hold back.

Thrusting to her depths, her love juices surge. Her perfect breasts jiggle, amplifying my lust.

“Ah…! Aah…! Haa, ah, ugh…”

After loud moans, she shyly hides her face, undeniably adorable.

“N-no… I can’t hold back my voice…”

Her disheveled state makes my heart explode. More chaotic than usual, I throw words.

“D-don’t hold back, Yukari-san…! You mustn’t…!”

Pausing my thrusts, returning to missionary, I say this. Not a command—I can’t let her hold back.

But.

“…Oh…! N-not holding back…!”

As if she takes it as a command.

“My v-voice might get worse, but is that okay, Shun-sama…! ♡”

Saying such a thing.

“…Absolutely fine…!”

I choose arrogant words.

“As long as you accept me, I want to hear your unrestrained voice, Yukari-san…! Your voice, moaning for my p-penis, my beloved…!”

The worst confession spills out.

“…Aah…! Made to moan by you, Shun-sama… I love it…!”

Her vagina pulses again, stimulating my penis. No, it’s a melted, slick vagina intent on milking my semen.

“…I understand…! Haa, my voice, for you…! With your p-penis, making me moan shamelessly…! ♡”

Her unbearably erotic, beautiful expression.

“I want you to have a pleasurable ejaculation… Sorry for my selfishness…! ♡”

She envelops my ejaculating penis in her molten depths.

“Ugh, s-selfishness…!”

Wrapped in pleasure, I’m done.

“No way…! I’ll give you a pleasurable ejaculation…!”

My heart shakes wildly.

“Y-yesh…! ♡”

Hearing her, my hips move.

Chapter 153: Unstoppable Desire for Yukari-san ☆

“Ah! ♡ Ah! ♡ Nn! ♡ Ah, aah… Nn! ♡”

I keep thrusting into Yukari-san’s precious place. Holding her thighs, I pull my penis almost out, then push deep inside again.

I’m conscious of not hurting her. Still, her loud moans—“Ah, s-sorry…! ♡ Ah, ih, nn-ah! ♡”—only heighten my excitement.

“Y-Yukari-san…! Ugh, ah, Yukari-san, this…!”

It might be rough sex, but my hips keep moving. I’ve long gone mad, loving her melted vagina.

“Haa! ♡ Ah, aah…! ♡”

Pausing my thrusts, I gaze at her entirely erotic, cute, and beautiful body.

“Y-your gaze, Shun-sama, on my b-body… You’re looking…! ♡”

Even her slurred speech is dear to me.

“Haa, Y-Yukari-san… So beautiful, I want to keep looking…!”

My overflowing desire, paired with lower-body pleasure, has broken my mental restraint.

Her disheveled state, jiggling soft breasts, sweaty skin—all precious and brimming with eroticism.

“I-it excites me…! I want to e-ejaculate…!”

My words are too blunt.

“…Ah, aah… Your ejaculation, from this penis…! ♡”

My lover expresses pure joy.

“L-let me take it…! ♡”

Her words, crushing my broken restraint, prompt my declaration, “Y-yes, I’ll move again…!”

My hips move immediately.

“Ah! ♡ Aah! ♡ Ih, ah! ♡ Nn! ♡”

No moan is the same, each sparking new excitement, her vagina pulsing constantly.

“Sh-Shun-sama…! Ah, aah…! ♡”

In that moment.

“Ih, ah, aah…!”

She moans louder, and my penis is engulfed by a new sensation. It feels familiar, and I scramble to recall it.

But before I can, “N-no, it’s c-coming…! Ah, aah…!”

A warm sensation spreads over my lower abdomen—her lascivious fluid overflowing from our connection.

Pausing my thrusts, I stare, breathless, at the liquid spilling from above our join.

“Ah, aah, Shun-sama… Again, I…!”

Yukari-san’s squirt, proof she felt good with my penis.

“Yukari-san, it’s too erotic…”

Proof our sex isn’t driven by duty, but her genuine moans.

“It’s so exciting, I could die…!”

The more I think, the harder my penis becomes, pushing past its limits.

“Hi, aah…! ♡ Your, Shun-sama, again…!”

She understands my hardness, connected as we are. I worry, “I-it doesn’t hurt, right…?” as it grows inside her.

“…Ah, n-not at all…! Your gentle, yet p-pleasurable manhood…! ♡”

Her words, erasing my concern, make me tremble. Thinking everything is erotic, I nod slightly and move my penis again.

“Ih, nn, ah! ♡ My stomach, scraping…! ♡ Ahn! ♡ Everything…! ♡”

Insane excitement drives my penis back and forth. From our join, more squirt—leftover, perhaps—spurts out.

“S-sorry…! ♡ N-no, it w-won’t stop…! Aah…! ♡”

Her vagina squeezes, her breasts bounce wildly. Lusting for her soft flesh, I hold her leg with my left hand, reaching for her E-cup breast with my right.

A lustful, luxurious, lascivious act, unworthy of me, savoring her body. Yet, I don’t apologize, unable to.

“Ih, yah, m-my breasts, tingling…! Au…! ♡”

Her expression sweetens further as I touch her breast.

“I-I don’t know…! ♡ Haa…! ♡ Everything’s full with you…! Ah, aah…! ♡”

She seems to revel, her eyes filled with genuine lust. We both catch our breath.

She wants my commands. I want sex and ejaculation with her.

“Yukari-san…!”

“…Y-yes…! ♡”

Her responsive voice, even melted, fuels my sperm production. With my gentle lover now disheveled, I’m nearing my limit.

“…I-I’m gonna come soon…!”

Normally, I’d consider if she wants more, or fear disappointing her.

But I want to tell her I’ll ejaculate, gazing into her heart, even as a command.

“Ah, aah…! ♡”

To her, unjudging and melted, I grow arrogant.

Wanting to say how I’ll release is selfish.

“…I’ll c-come in you, Yukari-san…! All my sperm, inside…!”

Declaring a creampie is selfish and blameworthy.

My “personal” ethics are overwritten.

“…Haa, aah… I’m happy…! ♡”

Her expression says her wish is fulfilled.

“Being commanded by you, I want to take it all…! ♡ Your semen, inside me… Pleasurable ejaculation…! ♡”

Her pulsing vagina, slick for my penis.

“Yukari-san…!”

Obsessed with releasing semen, I arrogantly pry open her slit again, like a final sprint.

“Nn-ah! ♡ Shun-sama, au! ♡ Yah, ih, ah! ♡ Ah! ♡ Aah! ♡”

Grabbing her slim waist, I piston desperately. Can I call it desperate at this point?

“Ah! ♡ Aah…! ♡ Hi, ah! ♡ Aah…! I-I’m, I’m coming…! ♡ No, ah, your ejaculation…! ♡”

Each moan drives my semen upward. I can’t hold back for her, who wants my ejaculation.

“Aah…! I-I’m, I’m coming…! Ah! ♡”

I feel her climax through my penis.

“Ah, aah…! ♡ Haa, nnn, ah…! ♡”

Her body trembles more, her lustful expression stimulating my penis.

“Haa, Y-Yukari-san, s-soon…!”

My molten semen surges past the tip instantly.

“Ugh, i-it’s coming…!”

Words of pleasure and ejaculation burst forth.

“Nn, ah, ih, aah…!”

My first ejaculation today spurts out, slamming into her vagina with no escape.

“Yah, ah, aah…! ♡ I-it’s, ah…! ♡”

Even understanding my release, I keep thrusting. The thick, sperm-filled ejaculation stains her vagina.

“Ah, aah…! ♡ I-I’m, aah…! ♡”

Her strength seems to fade with my sudden ejaculation, her voice reflecting it.

With a spurt, a warm sensation lightly hits my abdomen.

Climaxing together, exchanging fluids. Unlike my lustful semen, her squirt is something I cherish.

My ejaculation continues absurdly.

“Ah, haa, s-still coming…!”

Avoiding masturbation yesterday for today’s date backfired. The copious semen floods her vagina.

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I notice too late that my grip on her waist tightened. That’s how long and pleasurable my ejaculation was.

My breath is heavy, but Yukari-san, covering her face with her arms, must be more exhausted.

“Haa, haa, nn, haa…! ♡”

Inside her vagina, my semen and her juices must be mingling thickly. No conception, but our fluids clash.

It’s clear I’ve poured molten sperm into my lover during sex.

“…Ah, aah…! ♡”

She shifts her arms, hiding her gaze, and looks at me. Trembling occasionally, her E-cup breasts jiggle, stimulating my penis.

Seeing her, wilting is impossible. My ejaculated penis remains erect inside her.

“Shun-sama…”

Above all, her flushed face and eyes on me.

“…I-it felt so good… I thought I’d go crazy… Your sex, your ejaculation…! ♡”

Her words skyrocket my sense of eroticism.

“…Yet, you’re still hard…! Nn…”

Of course, she knows. Am I forcing my insatiable lust on her, accepting it through insertion?

Yet, my breathless self lets my hand slip from her waist to the bed.

My hips move forward slightly.

“Hiu! ♡”

A mere centimeter’s movement draws her moan.

“…M-my voice came out, really…”

I understand she’s about to apologize for it.

“Yukari-san…”

“Y-yes…! ♡”

What can I say to stop her?

“…Your stomach, it’s not strained…?”

“…N-no…! It’s all just happiness… With your h-hard penis…! ♡”

Confirming, she replies sweetly, catching her breath.

I believe she’s still in our lustful atmosphere. Her words are all I can trust.

So, trusting her, I “command.”

“Th-thank you… Yukari-san, I…”

The worst “command.”

“…I’m still hard, and honestly, I want to ejaculate again…!”

A literal honest feeling. My penis hasn’t softened; I’m excited to ejaculate again.

“!”

Her vagina, pulsing, envelops me. Stirred by my penis, it’s a crucible of pleasure I want to stay in forever.

I should care for her body, resting until she’s ready. I know that somewhere.

But the more I think to calm my erection, the more it swells inside her.

“…If creampie’s too much, I can pull out…! To feel good in your v-vagina again…!”

For her sake, I offer an escape. But keeping my penis inside is nearly coercive.

She could refuse, I should say, but…

“…There’s no strain in taking your semen, Shun-sama…! ♡”

Her vagina tightens, stimulating my penis despite her overflowing juices, melting my thoughts.

“Nn, haa…! Ah…”

Her trembling, taller but slender body accepts sex repeatedly—a lover and goddess.

“Just being entered, I climax repeatedly…! ♡”

I look down on this lascivious goddess.

“If you want to come inside, command it, I’ll take your ejaculation anytime…!”

Even as I weaken my hold on her legs, she cherishes it.

“Anytime, anywhere, any number, I want to take your commands…! Moaning for your p-penis…! Ah, aah…! ♡”

Biting her lip slightly, she continues with softened cheeks.

“Just imagining it makes me feel good…! Being made happy by your p-penis…! Ah, nn, nn-ah… Sorry…! ♡”

Don’t let her apologize—that resolve never changes.

“If you can be happy…!”

My hips move shamelessly.

“Ah! ♡”

Her moan, one I’d listen to forever, echoes.

Believing she says she’s happy, I trust her.

“With you saying that, I’ll e-ejaculate again…!”

My fear of indulging is crushed by her melted expression and my insatiable lust.

I gaze at Yukari-san. I can’t fear meeting the eyes of such a devoted lover.

“…Shun-sama…! ♡”

Her eyes seem to sparkle with heart shapes again.

“You truly wanting erotic things…! I get to take your ejaculation again…! ♡”

Her nipples stand erect, their pink hardness more erotic knowing their usual state.

It’s beginning.

“…I’ll ejaculate again…! Thrusting my p-penis into you…!”

Without saying sorry, my lover, covered, remains lascivious.

“…Aah… With you again, Shun-sama…!”

After calling my name, she chooses, “H-happy… Ejaculation…! ♡”

Her happiness makes my penis crave another vaginal ejaculation.