A Man Who Lost Confidence, to a Gentle Chastity-Reversed World - Chapter 18: She Desires, I Touch ☆

Chapter 18: She Desires, I Touch ☆

The hug shakes my heart deeply, teaching me the kindness and warmth I craved in one overwhelming moment. The feeling of holding her is exactly what I wanted.

“Ugh… Sato-kun…”

Yet she doesn’t pull away, clinging tightly to me. In this situation, my suppressed sex drive begins to resurface.

Even through her bra, a girl’s chest is undeniably soft. Despicable as I am, I feel an even stronger urge to touch her.

But I can’t believe she’d allow it. She’s already granted one request, so I shouldn’t hope for more.

I’m completely lost. Until now, I never imagined women’s feelings, only fantasizing about them from afar for my own gratification.

But now, a beautiful girl is hugging me. Am I allowed to lean into her, to reach for her? I’m scared and keep agonizing.

I don’t know how much time passes. In my dazed state, I make a decision. I move my dangling arms to wrap around her back.

“…Ah.”

When my trembling arms touch her back, she flinches. She makes a small sound but doesn’t pull away, seeming to watch me.

It can’t be a trap at this point. Gathering courage, I envelop her small back, hugging her a bit tightly—something I shouldn’t do.

Feeling a girl’s softness, I nearly take a deep breath but hold back. My heart pounds, frozen, wondering how she’ll react.

“…”

Pathetic as I am, she hugs me even tighter. Our bodies press closer, and I register her hair’s scent and chest’s swell. My reviving sex drive reflects in my groin’s stiffness.

It’s like lovers in a movie reuniting and flowing into passion—an atmosphere unfit for me. If I weren’t involved, it might look like that.

How will this story unfold? I can’t decide—it’s up to fate.

Or maybe that’s wrong.

Should I say something to reassure her, take action to comfort her? Thinking this, though it might be overstepping, I consider what to do.

A clever line would be ideal, but I don’t have one. In an ero manga, I’d push her down, but I’m no protagonist.

Lost, I settle on one answer. To avoid force, I pull back slightly and, with courage, meet her eyes.

My heart feels like it’ll burst. I don’t know the right words for a girl, but I believe expressing my feelings is enough.

“U-um… th-thank you, Asagi-san…!”

I say, forcing a smile. That’s my answer.

It’s small, probably laughable. I’m terrible at thanking people or smiling, always believing no one would care for my gratitude or smile.

But in this world, maybe it has meaning. So, I take this tiny gamble.

“…”

She looks surprised, then tearful, but says nothing, just staring.

I failed, she thinks I’m gross, I need to apologize—emotions swirl, but then she acts.

“…Sorry…!”

With that, my vision is blocked, my lips covered by something soft. It takes a moment to realize her lips are pressed against mine.

Confusion mixes with thoughts that she’s not sane or this is my delusion, but her lips’ sensation overwrites everything.

Her lips, smaller than I imagined, are incredibly soft. Just pressed firmly, their shape and lip balm’s scent reach me.

With my eyes open, I stare at her closed-eyed face. A creepy virgin like me is kissing a cute, kind, beautiful girl—an undeniable fact that easily stirs my heart.

After about ten seconds, she pulls away. Her expression is cute but resolute.

“…Not… bad?”

With those words, I can only spill my emotions.

“…No way it’s bad.”

Hearing my trembling answer, she, still tense, kisses me again.

I learn kissing is blissful and exciting. It feels like a dream, melting my mind, despite being just lips pressing together.

When she pulls back, she bites her lip, as if savoring the kiss. It looks erotic and captivating.

“…My first kiss… I’m glad you didn’t hate it… ehehe…”

She laughs, but I can’t make a proper expression. I know I look weird, and her saying it’s her first kiss is hard to believe.

She doesn’t seem to lie, speaking slowly.

“…Remember what I talked about with your sister, Yuki-chan?”

I nod—it’s unforgettable, their three-minute secret talk.

“She asked what kind of relationship I have with you. I couldn’t answer well. I definitely want to be close… but I also started seeing you as a boy.”

Her heart-pounding words hit me.

“I worried we couldn’t be close if I felt that way. So, I told her honestly. She thought for a bit and said, ‘If Asagi-san cherishes Shun-nii, I’m totally fine with you two being close, even if it’s more than friends.’”

I can’t believe they had that talk in that time. But she recounts it preciously.

“She’s so kind. With a gentle brother like you, most would want to keep you to themselves… So I had to trust her. That’s why I invited you to my house. But forgetting the rotor…”

She sighs deeply, then looks at me.

“Of course, it was an accident, my mistake… but it exposed my dirty side. You accepting it made me so happy.”

She places a hand on her chest, her expression resolute. Her gaze feels pure, without malice or scheming.

“I’ve never dated a boy or had experience… Actually, I bought that rotor myself… and, um, I use it daily… my sex drive’s that strong…!”

The talk turning erotic makes me tense. Her face reddens slightly.

“So, um… I’m probably really excited now… My first kiss, and wanting more, my head’s spinning… I know it’s gross…!”

She meets my eyes, showing slight shame, and makes a request.

“If you can forgive me… I want to do naughty things with you… ugh…”

Her face is bright red, and mine probably is too. It feels like a movie scene of lovers entering bed for the first time.

But me as the lead is questionable. Should I accept? She might not be fully sane.

Yet her eyes seem clear, not drowned in desire like before. I want to believe she’s sincerely waiting for my answer.

Then, there’s no need to hesitate. If she wants sex with me, rejecting her is unthinkable.

“…I-if I’m okay… I’d like to, please.”

Hesitantly answering, her face reddens more. At least she’s not teasing, and it’s not a cruel prank.

I don’t know if there’s love, but being intimate with her brings tears of joy. I feel I shouldn’t suppress that emotion.

Saying, “…Th-thank you…” and bowing, she leans closer again.

“Um… I only know stuff from friends or the internet… if I mess up or hurt you, please tell me…”

A line I should say, coming from a girl like her. She’s not experienced, just shy throughout.

Looking at me, she hesitantly kisses again. It’s just lips at first, like before.

The sensation is erotic, something I’d crave endlessly. Her plump, sweet lips are too much for someone like me.

“N… nn…!”

After a moment, she slips her tongue into my mouth. Shocked at first, the unknown sensation is so erotic, I’m swept away.

“Naa… n… fuu… haa… Sato… fun…”

Her tongue slowly entwines with mine. I don’t think my tongue is tasty, but she rolls it like she’s savoring it.

Her expression, lost in desire, reassures me she doesn’t hate this. It’s irresistibly erotic, her body pressed against me, her chest through her bra.

“Faa… n… ah… Sa… Satow… hyaun… sory…”

As she moves her tongue, her hands reach my upper body. It feels like a request, but I’m focused on her tongue.

My neck, arms, and chest—lacking muscle—must feel unremarkable, but she strokes them preciously. It’s ticklish but not unpleasant.

Her slender fingers graze my nipples. Never having touched them, I jump, letting out, “Ugh, ah,” a creepy sound.

Noticing, she laughs “Fufu” happily while tonguing. Her smile, joy at my voice, is a heart-stirring beauty’s charm.

In this pleasure, a wicked desire arises. If she’s doing this, can I touch her chest?

I know it’s convenient thinking. For sexless me, breasts were distant, untouchable.

But a beautiful, aroused girl with soft-looking breasts is before me. Even if touching is forbidden, I can’t endure this torment.

I fear being yelled at, but might she forgive me? Could this all be a scam?

Yet I choose to give in to desire. Kissing, I grab her bra-covered chest with trembling hands.

“Nn…!”

Lacking courage, it’s not a firm grab, but I’m rubbing a woman’s chest for the first time. She makes a small sound but doesn’t push me away.

Through the bra, it’s soft yet firm. Not huge, maybe 83 cm, but it resists when squeezed.

The euphoria and excitement surpass any masturbation. She starts making erotic sounds.

“Sato-kun! Th-that’s… too much… Yan… ah!”

She says it’s bad, so I almost pull away, but the bewitching sensation glues my hands. I fear real anger, but I crave her chest’s feel.

“…Th-that… feels good… Naa…!”

Her sweet, melting voice is unimaginable normally. With her reaction, I drown in the softness. I shamelessly stare at her erotic expression.

“D-don’t look… it’s embarrassing… Hyaan…!”

Her loud moan makes me pull back, shocked. I went too far, guilt spreading now.

She catches her breath. Instead of rejecting me, she apologizes for her expression.

“S-sorry… I thought my face looked weird…”

As a girl, she might not want her unguarded face seen. I shouldn’t have stared.

“B-but, it really felt good… way better than touching myself during masturbation…”

Her erotic comment nearly makes me lose reason. Imagining her masturbation resurfaces.

“So… I want you to touch again… if you’re okay… sorry if my face gets weird…”

I nod. As I reach, she says, “Ah.”

“Um… maybe… directly, not through the bra… I’d like that…”

Touching her bare breasts. My dick grows harder in my pants, and I nod slowly, hiding it.

She straightens, reaching to unhook her bra. I can’t look away from her undressing.

Her bra slips off, exposing her chest.

“My breasts… they’re not weird, right?”

They’re slightly larger than expected, truly beautiful. Her bowl-shaped breasts stand firm, with cherry-pink areolas and slightly protruding nipples.

They’re not weird—they’re erotic and exciting. I’ve only seen AV actresses’ bodies, never a beautiful girl like her, making them the most arousing.

My mind fills with pink thoughts, reason crumbling. Seeing her anxious face, I need to reassure her.

“Um, your breasts… they’re not weird at all… they’re really cute and… exciting…”

Honest, creepy words. But a pure beauty showing her chest and asking my opinion feels like an AV or ero manga—purely exciting.

“Th-thank you… then… if it’s okay… can you touch?”

Looking down briefly, she meets my eyes, asking. I’m losing it but nod. Her breasts, erotic, I want to touch—that’s all I think.

She pushes her chest out slightly, so I hesitantly reach for her trembling breasts. Normally, I’d be more reserved, but desire overwhelms me.

With a munyu sensation, I’m moved by their softness, rubbing with both hands. She alternates looking at my hands and face.

The skin’s firmness and softness surpass the bra. Her expression, coloring with pleasure, is irresistibly stimulating.

“Sato-kun… feels good… Faa… Naa… amazing…”

She writhes, moaning louder, not acting. I’ve never seen an AV where breast-rubbing causes such reactions.

Maybe this world’s women have heightened sex drives, but to me, her breasts and expression are everything.

I can’t stop touching. A same-age girl’s soft breasts, something I thought I’d never touch, drown me in desire.

“Yaa… I can’t… I’m gonna come… Faa… no… Aaan…!”

Screaming, she trembles hard as I rub. Her pleasure-soaked expression is the most erotic yet.

I witness her climax. My near-exploding dick shifts to full release mode.

“Ugh… oh no… ah…!”

Like with Yukari-san, I ejaculate in my pants without touching. My impatient dick couldn’t handle her display.

“Felt so good… but sorry… I got carried away…”

Calmer after climaxing, she watches me, catching her breath. Sniffing, she notices the semen smell through my pants.

“…Um, Sato-kun, this smell… is it… your…?”

Busted. I wonder how she knows by smell, but I must answer honestly. Ejaculating in front of her is undeniable.

“Y-yeah… sorry, I got excited and… came in my clothes…”

She looks stunned but mutters, “I see… it’s really the same smell… that aroma…”

Seeing my puzzled face, she explains. In this world, fetish aromas mimicking male semen are sold, a popular product she recognized.

A hellish item in my old world, but here it’s a bestseller.

After explaining, she stares at my lower abdomen. My gross ejaculation intrigues her.

“Um, Sato-kun… your pants… they’re pretty dirty, right…?”

I didn’t expect that question. My pants seem okay, but my boxers are soaked.

“Y-yeah… pants are probably fine, but my underwear’s wet…”

Not something to say to a girl, like an AV’s lucky pervert moment. But she doesn’t laugh, making an outrageous suggestion.

“Then… maybe… take them off? What do you think…?”

Her words make my remaining semen leak into my underwear. I don’t know if it’s from expectation.