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

Chapter 34: Her Soft Body, I Indulge ☆

In the end, I’m filled with anticipation for sex with Yamamoto-san, thinking of her as an irresistibly erotic beauty.

“Is it… okay…?”

She looks up at me, exposing her massive breasts. Seeing them so defenselessly bared, my desires overflow, wanting to use her chest as material to keep stroking my cock.

“Yamamoto-san, s-sorry… it might be gross…”

Giving up on restraint, I apologize and stand on the bed. Half-desperate in this bizarre situation, I slowly but boldly remove my pants.

Through my underwear, my erection is even more pronounced, making Yamamoto-san catch her breath.

“…Aaa… it’s so curved up, amazing…”

Precum seeps from my erect cock, slightly staining my underwear. She draws closer, staring at my vulgar cock, her face a mix of curiosity and lust.

“Haa… s-sorry, Sato-kun… I’m gonna look… can I touch it…?”

Nodding to her seductive declaration, she hesitantly reaches for my underwear. Slowly pulling it down, my cock springs out, burun, before her face.

It’s not that big, yet this impatient, grotesque cock keeps leaking precum in excitement. Seeing a penis for the first time, Yamamoto-san freezes, mouth agape.

Her beauty contrasts starkly with my cock, my heart pounding, but I ask, worried, “Um, Yamamoto-san…?”

“Ah, s-sorry!” she exclaims, but her beautiful eyes stay locked on my cock.

“…It’s bigger than I imagined… I’m surprised… this is a real, hard cock…”

I suspect flattery or acting, but she seems genuine. I don’t know the average for men in this world.

“…This is for sex, right… uuu, is someone like me okay…?”

The word “sex” makes me realize our situation. I’m about to have sex with her—an erotic beauty whose breasts sway, burunburun.

“If you don’t like it, tell me right away, okay?”

She slowly reaches both hands toward the tip. As she envelops it, my cock twitches harder.

“Haaa… it’s so hard, feels so erotic… this is your cock, Sato-kun…!”

Checking I’m not unwilling, she starts rubbing it with both hands, kneading it.

There’s no technique, but the fact of her soft hands touching me makes semen gather in my cock.

“Uah… Y-Yamamoto-san… if you keep touching, I might… c-cum…!”

I’m already at my limit. Her defenselessly swaying, oversized breasts and her rubbing my cock erode my lower body’s resistance, nearly breaking my rationality.

“Feh, ah, r-really?! Sorry, I did it on my own… um, what should I do…?”

She pulls her hands back, startled. I tremble but manage to hold back ejaculation. Cumming now would dirty her face.

“Sorry, it feels like I’m the only one enjoying… I just thought it’s amazing…”

She brings the hand that held my cock to her nose, sniffing it. A girl smelling my cock is undeniably erotic, and her expression seems to grow even more sensual.

“Auuu… my head’s getting fuzzy… Sato-kun… I…!”

Muttering, she resolves herself and reaches for her skirt. My heart leaps as it falls, harari.

“…I can’t hide it or lie… I think I’m more obsessed with erotic stuff than other girls…!”

Her intense confession fuels my cock’s strength.

“Of course, I won’t do what I did earlier… but I’m scared you’ll hate me, yet I’m so excited…!”

Showing her plump thighs, she slips her blue panties down, placing them at the bed’s edge.

“…You might not want to see mine… sorry…?”

She strips completely, baring herself to me. The overly cute, voluptuous beauty is now unhidden.

“My face isn’t cute, and I’m fat… but if you can bear it, just once, I want to connect, to feel you, Sato-kun…!”

I’m glued to her pussy. Though covered with more hair, the closed slit is undeniably erotic. The flesh around it seems thicker than Asagi-san’s, but it’s a plump, womanly, alluring pussy to me.

Her stomach might have some fat, but she’s not overweight. Her thighs, I want to touch now, maybe even slide my cock between them.

“…If I’m too fat or my face isn’t good enough…”

She’s belittling herself again. To me, she’s an incredibly arousing, perfect girl.

“…I’d never say you’re not good enough… you’re so attractive to me…!”

Risking being seen as gross, I use honest words. But she still lacks confidence in her body.

“B-But I’m not…! I’m not an attractive girl who can have sex with you, Sato-kun… not cute like Asagi…!”

There might be a better way, but I can only think of a drastic approach. I decide to convey her appeal directly.

“…Yamamoto-san, you might think it’s gross, but I find you… really erotic… so cute, with big breasts… I’m really excited…”

It’s pure sexual harassment. In reality, it’s a police matter, and if she’s repulsed, I’d apologize on my knees.

But in this world, maybe she’ll accept it and gain confidence. I can only bet on that slim hope.

“…Aaa… S-Sato-kun, saying that, I…!”

I wait for her reaction. Her face flushes deeper.

“…I shouldn’t, but I’ll misunderstand… I want to do it with you, want you… is that okay…?”

If she wants sex with me, there’s no way I’d refuse.

“Y-Yeah… if my body’s okay, use it… I want you too, Yamamoto-san…!”

My plan seems to work. Teary-eyed, she moves closer. Her overwhelming naked body approaches, my erection unrelenting.

“N-No, if you want, use me as much as you like…!”

She lies back on the pillow, offering herself to me. I’m not a trustworthy guy, yet her voluptuous body is defenselessly laid out.

Lying down, her soft breasts flatten slightly but remain prominent, their slightly brownish nipples stirring my lust.

Her slightly parted pussy leaks fluid—love juices, maybe. Thinking that, my cock hardens, raging to enter her.

Drowning in lust, she thanks me gently.

“…Thank you, Sato-kun. For making my dream come true… I wanted, just once, to have sex with a cool, kind guy… it’s a luxury, a dream within a dream… but a guy better than my ideal is making it real… it’s driving me crazy…”

Maybe this world makes a girl like her wish for that. But even so, I’m not “better than her ideal,” yet she says so.

“…Someone like me, having my virginity taken by you, I’m so happy… do whatever you want… don’t think about me…! If you don’t want to see my face, look away and put it in…!”

Her words make it clear what to do. Keeping my eyes on her, I bring my supposedly dirty cock closer to her pussy.

“Eh, S-Sato-kun… you’re looking at my face… is that okay?”

“…Yeah, I’m looking… I-I’m putting it in…”

I wish I could say something clever, but it’s hard. As my cock enters her pussy, I endure the pleasure.

“Uuu, ah, your cock… it’s so… aa…!”

Confirming her tone, I move my hips slowly, feeling her vagina’s texture. It doesn’t grip tightly but envelops gently.

“Haaan, nn, ngu… I can feel it… entering… nhaa…!”

She’s already feeling pleasure, moaning seductively. Realizing we’re having sex, my cock hits something, kotsun.

“Y-Yamamoto-san… I think it’s going all the way… is that okay…?”

I manage to keep eye contact, but my question is pathetic.

Still, she answers, teary-eyed.

“…It’s okay… thank you for asking… but don’t hold back, come in…!”

Hesitating would be rude. With her words as a signal, my cock pushes forward.

A putsun sound, and Yamamoto-san clenches her teeth, “Nnn!” slightly. Unless she says stop, pausing here would be wrong.

Pushing through her soft, fwatoto pussy, I reach her deepest part. The writhing stimulation gently envelops me, trying to draw out my semen.

“Haa, haa, Sato-kun… I’m happy you’re taking me… your cock’s inside… so erotic…”

She looks at me, forcing a smile. Worried about lingering pain, I ask, “…Yamamoto-san, does it hurt? Should we stay like this…?” but she shakes her head.

“…No, I’m fine…? It hurts a bit, but… you’re looking at me…”

As she says, I keep staring at her face. Her large, droopy eyes melt me, still slightly teary, drawing my gaze in.

Before I realize, our faces are close. Thinking it’s dangerous, I try to pull back, but her face comes closer. Her thick lips meet mine.

A five-second pressing kiss, over before I feel it. She apologizes.

“Sorry, just this once, I hoped you’d forgive me…!”

Before she finishes, I press my lips to hers.

I love her, I want to feel her—thoughts I shouldn’t have, like a lovey-dovey couple.

“…Puhaa, S-Sato-kun…?”

She looks at me, surprised, as we part.

“…I’m hoping you’ll forgive me too… sorry…!”

I start moving my hips slowly. My lust surges, every sensation urging me to ejaculate.

I know I’m despicable, using her words to force a kiss.

But I couldn’t resist wanting to kiss her, to feel and savor her vagina.

“N-No, if it’s you, Sato-kun… hyau! Ahh, it’s hard…!”

Her moans mix into her words, quickening my hips, enough to feel sex with my voluptuous classmate.

Grabbing her slightly fleshy hips, I thrust my cock. Her large breasts sway audibly, heightening my excitement.

“Haa, nhaa, amazing… so big… scraping inside… aaaa…!”

Despite my lackluster thrusting, she moans erotically. Her guchogucho vagina seems to tremble, her breathing growing ragged.

“Fwaa, yahn… I-I’m gonna cum… haa, yahn, your cock… it’s making me feel so good…!”

Her overly erotic declaration shatters my rationality. “I’m touching your breasts, sorry!” I shout, grabbing her bouncing chest, kneading it while thrusting.

“Hyauu! M-My breasts, being rubbed… au, it’s thrilling… fa, nha…!”

The supreme softness in my hands, the enveloping sensation on my cock, drowning in sex’s pleasure—I must’ve lost my mind long ago.

“Yamamoto-san, it’s amazing… feels so good… erotic, perfect…!”

It’s my honest feeling, mixed with a vague hope she’ll gain confidence, as I force out words.

“Hauu, I’m happy… saying that… aahn! I’m… going crazy with your cock…!”

Despite my selfish actions, she’s joyful, teary-eyed. Her vagina releases more love juices, urging my ejaculation.

“Uuu, s-sorry, Yamamoto-san… I’m gonna cum…!”

I try to pull out my impatient cock. Cumming inside without permission is wrong.

But she locks my back with her legs, keeping my cock inside.

“Y-Yamamoto-san! My semen’s… gonna come inside…!”

“It’s okay… au, haa, all of it, inside me… please… aaa…!”

Before she finishes, I can’t hold back, ejaculating byurubyuru. My long-held semen slams into her depths, rendering pulling out pointless.