A Man Who Lost Confidence, to a Gentle Chastity-Reversed World - Chapter 35: Post-Act Talk, Sharing Sensations

Chapter 35: Post-Act Talk, Sharing Sensations

“Haa, haa… it’s inside… nn, I really did it, didn’t I…?”

Yamamoto-san eases her leg-lock, reluctantly letting my cock go. My half-erect cock, burun, springs free, coated in her love juices, the sensation of ejaculation still vivid.

It felt good, and every part of her was erotic. That’s true, but I came inside her soft, fwatoto pussy.

The pleasure lingers, but I can’t just indulge in it.

“Yamamoto-san, um, I… inside… I’m so sorry…!”

It’s not about her not letting go. My ejaculation could change her life. Like with Asagi-san, I’m too irresponsible.

“Eh, ah, it’s okay! I-I forced you to want it… don’t worry about it… it’s a safe day, I think, and I’ll take the morning-after pill properly…!”

Answering hurriedly, Yamamoto-san continues.

“And even if, worst case, I got pregnant, I wouldn’t burden you… if you don’t want it, I’d make sure not to give birth… don’t worry, okay…?”

I feel pathetic making a girl say that. “I’m sorry… I don’t want you to suffer, Yamamoto-san…” I apologize, teary-eyed.

I know it’s convenient to say after cumming inside. But imagining her aborting makes me nauseous. Hurting her with my lust-driven actions is unthinkable.

“If that happens, I’ll take responsibility… it might sound selfish, but… I don’t want to make you sad…”

As I force out the words, I notice her trembling. Looking at her face, she’s sobbing again.

“…Gusu… S-Sato-kun, you don’t have to say that for someone like me… higu… I’m so happy… so, uuu, for someone like me…”

She’s teary too. My lust caused this, yet she shouldn’t have to suffer, but we’re both crying in this room after doing something erotic.

“…Um, Sato-kun, I’m really okay. Giving my first time to you, having you cum so much deep in my pussy… I’d never be mad. You don’t need to feel bad… I should be more grateful.”

Calming down, Yamamoto-san and I align our feelings. She seems genuinely thankful.

“You might misunderstand, but… getting pregnant with your sperm, I’d be happy, obviously… other girls would be jealous, even Asagi, I think. So if you’re okay with it, I’d want to raise it… no burden on you, of course…!”

She’s a strong woman. I feel awful for assuming she was just timid.

“…Thank you, Sato-kun. I made a lifelong memory… so you don’t need to hold me anymore… really, sorry.”

And I’m an utterly pathetic man.

“…I-I don’t think that…”

The words feel like they come from somewhere other than my timid brain.

“…Um, I want to keep holding you… it might sound gross, and only if you don’t mind, but… you’re so attractive…”

It’s an arrogant thought, and I doubt she’d be happy hearing it from me. But her face flushes red.

“Uuu… saying that, Sato-kun, I…”

A phone’s ringtone cuts through us. I realize it’s not mine.

“Ah, sorry, it’s… a call… from Asagi?”

A call from Asagi-san at this moment feels like a miracle. Tension grips me as Yamamoto-san says, “Sorry, I’m taking it?” and answers.

“…Hello, Asagi, what’s up?”

She puts it on speaker, and Asagi-san’s voice echoes.

“Sorry! I sent a message, but it wasn’t read, so I wondered if you’re still with Sato-kun.”

“Ah, sorry, but, um, Asagi, now’s not…”

Hearing Yamamoto-san’s flustered voice, Asagi-san says, “Ah,” as if realizing something.

“Maybe Sato-kun’s still next to you?”

Still bare, Yamamoto-san jumps, looking at me. Her eyes ask what to do, but I don’t know how to respond.

“…By the way, I’m on video call, so I can see you.”

At Asagi-san’s shocking words, Yamamoto-san yells, “Eh, no, don’t look!” and hides under the blanket. Her nipples are covered, but her panic emphasizes her cleavage.

“…I see, a situation you’d want to hide.”

But logically, a video call wouldn’t connect without consent.

Yamamoto-san fell for Asagi-san’s bluff.

“A-Ahh, Asagi, it’s, um…!”

She’s visibly shaken, realizing it.

“Sorry, Maki, it was a bit like tricking you. But I was wondering if you two got that close?”

This could turn tense. Feeling I must act, I approach the phone.

“Asagi-san, um… I couldn’t hold back with Yamamoto-san… it’s all my fault…”

Ready for any blame, I confess. But a soft “Ah” comes from the phone, and Asagi-san speaks slowly.

“Sato-kun, sorry? I’m not mad at all. I was just worried about Maki. But it sounds like… you got close? Maki’s too kind, like you, so I thought she might mess up, thinking she’s not good enough.”

Yamamoto-san has been belittling herself, maybe still is. I want to deny being “too kind.”

“This isn’t for a call, but I want Maki to be happy. So don’t hold back because of me, okay?”

We nod to Asagi-san’s words. Despite a potential mess, the atmosphere remains kind.

“That’s all. Enjoy your time together! See you Monday!”

Asagi-san hangs up.

We look at each other, sharing the same thought.

“Asagi’s really a good person…”

“…Yeah.”

My girlfriend’s guy is naked with another girl. In reality, I’d deserve punishment, unforgivable.

But Asagi-san accepts us, even seems happy. I need to repay her and talk properly.

“…Sato-kun, you should head home soon… it’s late, I’ll walk you.”

She says, hurriedly dressing. My cock’s wet with her juices, and I secretly worry about putting on underwear like this.

Looking for tissues, wondering if I can use them, Yamamoto-san notices my wilted cock.

“Ah, S-Sato-kun, sorry… you can’t dress like that… um.”

She grabs tissues from the desk, says, “E-Excuse me,” and wipes my guchogucho cock. I feel guilty letting a beautiful girl do such a degrading task, but I can’t refuse.

“Fufu… it’s like a dream.”

Seeing her oddly happy makes it hard to say I’ll wipe it myself. Holding back an erection from her breasts through her clothes, I linger in the lascivious air.

Fully dressed, we head to the living room. I can’t leave without greeting, having defiled her daughter.

But her mom’s words, “Thanks for today… I’ll hear details from Maki-chan later?” shut down my chance to explain. Yamamoto-san turns away, blushing.

Leaving her house, a short walk brings me to my door. At parting, she faces me.

“…Thanks today. For someone like me…”

Despite her self-deprecation, I say something unlike me.

“…Yamamoto-san, um, I… want to spend time together again…”

It’s not my place to say, but I thought she might accept, so I spoke honestly. Objectively, it’s a beauty and a beast.

“N-No way… um, I, auuu… s-see you Monday…!”

Blushing, she shouts and runs off. Unsure if my words worked, I take out my key.

“Shun-nii, welcome back! Let’s eat dinner together?”

Yuki rushes to me upon my return. It’s 9 p.m., yet she waited? Feeling guilty, I notice her sniffing me.

“…Funfun, Shun-nii, you’ve got a girl’s scent… this is Maki-san’s?”

Grinning, Yuki confirms the smell. But she doesn’t stop, sniffing me again.

“…Y-Yuki, you’re too close…”

“Fufun, just checking Maki-san’s scent?”

Yuki presses against me, sniffing closely. Her soft body nearly melts my brain, and despite just ejaculating, my lust stirs.

“Fufu… you two are close, huh? Nice, but aren’t you eating?”

Mom’s teasing voice makes Yuki reluctantly pull away. A bit longer, and I’d have gotten hard, so I’m slightly relieved.

“Let’s eat!” Yuki says, whispering to me so Mom can’t hear.

“Shun-nii, I’m always… on your side, okay?”

Her words are kind, but I’m not someone worth liking. Holding that conflict, I head to the living room.

I’m not someone who deserves such blessings.

Over the weekend, I’m lost in thought. Mom and Yuki talk to me cheerfully at home, but I can’t find confidence.

I have Asagi-san as my girlfriend, yet I unleashed my lust on Yamamoto-san. Neither gets mad, treating me kindly.

Why do they care for me so much? It feels like they overestimate me. My kindness comes from insecurity, but they misinterpret it.

Both are cute, indulgent, even offering their bodies. Yuki and Yukari-san haven’t crossed that line, but they don’t seem to mind sexual acts with me.

I want to be loved. But when I actually receive love, I feel it’s not suited for me.

Taking Asagi-san’s and Yamamoto-san’s virginities is irreversible. I keep questioning whether, under the guise of satisfying their desires, I’m just fulfilling my own lust.

Such thoughts dominate me. I can’t stop sinking into negativity.

On Sunday, I skip lunch and stay holed up in my room. Yuki, who usually calls me past noon, doesn’t show up even after 1 p.m.

Since yesterday, I’ve barely spoken. Even when Mom or Yuki try to talk, I only give vague replies.

I don’t want them to care for me. I’m not some great person. That thought controls me. Mom and Yuki might be worried, but my heart rejects it.

Maybe Yuki’s fed up with me. She always approaches me, but with me like this, she might’ve stopped coming.

I’m just that kind of person. Eventually, the girls around me will find better guys and leave. I’ll be discarded.

Then, my door is knocked on and slowly opens after a pause.

“…Shun-nii? Something wrong?”

I can’t respond to Yuki’s words. Like in reality, I’m forgetting how to talk to people.

“Did something happen? Maybe… Maki-san did something to you?”

No, that’s not it. Yamamoto-san’s been kind to me.

“Or… me? Did I make you feel bad somehow…?”

Yuki’s kind too. I’m just failing to respond to that kindness.

“Shun-nii, hey, Shun-nii…”

I can’t even look at her. But her voice sounds teary. Is she crying for me?

“…I’m sorry.”

I force out the words from my heart.

A sharp intake of breath, “…!” echoes. Then, my heart’s voice spills out.

“Yuki, Yamamoto-san, no one’s at fault. It’s just me. I don’t have the courage to accept everyone’s feelings… I’m so happy you’re all kind to me, but I can’t give anything back. I’m afraid you’ll all get fed up with me…”

Every fear makes me speak.

“You say you’re on my side, Yuki, but… I’m not someone who can live up to that…”

I expose my weakness.

I still can’t look at her face. Will she call me a pathetic brother, disappointed?

“…Shun-nii, did you say everything you wanted…?”

Yuki asks in a flat, restrained tone. Hesitantly, I look at her face.

Her eyes seem to glisten with tears.

“Shun-nii…! You’re misunderstanding me, all of us…”

She speaks with a stronger tone than usual.

“Thinking we haven’t gotten anything from you… that’s not true…! Your warmth, kind words… they’re treasures. I haven’t given anything back, yet you say that…!”

She approaches slowly. After a soft “…Sorry,” she hugs me gently as I sit in my chair.

“Shun-nii… please, don’t blame yourself… you can tell me anything, I want to accept it all…!”

She buries her face in my chest.

Did I say something cruel to her?

“…Yuki, um, sorry, it’s not that I don’t trust you… I just can’t believe I’m liked by everyone…”

I blurt out excuses. It’s my true feelings, but I don’t know if I should say it now.

“…There’s that bad habit of yours again, Shun-nii.”

Yuki shows a slightly exasperated expression.

“I want to be with you forever, do anything you want. You don’t need to give me anything back. Asagi-san and Maki-san feel the same, I’m sure.”

Her kind words pour out, bright and dazzling, contrasting my negativity.

“We’re all grateful for you, happy just to be with you, so don’t doubt that… I’ll guarantee it.”

I feel guilty. Not just Yamamoto-san, but Yuki’s strong too. I’ve been doubting someone like her.

“Yuki, um, sorry. For being a pathetic brother.”

“…No way. You’re not pathetic, just too kind, maybe. I wish you’d realize how attractive you are a bit more…”

She pulls away, taking my hand.

“But I love that part of you too… Fufu, okay, let’s go eat?”

Led by her cute smile, I leave the room, grateful for my sister who loves me.

I’ll probably keep circling these thoughts. In reality, I’d be trapped in that cycle with no one to help.

But now, Yuki’s here, Mom’s here, Yukari-san’s here, watching me. I’ve already shown my weakness to Yukari-san and Yuki.

Maybe I can let myself drown in their kindness. Slowly, I’m starting to think so.