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

Chapter 43: Soft Twin Peaks, I’m Enveloped ☆

Sex as lovers—the words are irresistibly alluring to me. I can’t help but feel that someone who accepts and is kind to me is willing to give their body to me. I know it’s weak to say, but I’m trapped in such thoughts.

“…Sato-kun, um, I… w-want to try k-kissing or something…”

Yamamoto-san offers a passionate proposal, gauging my reaction. Our last kiss was impulsive, so hearing it now feels ticklish.

“O-Of course, if you don’t want to, I’ll hold back… maybe you don’t want to kiss someone like me…” Her self-deprecation makes me step closer.

Her slightly thicker lips exude mature allure, and honestly, I desperately want to devour them.

“…I-I’d love to kiss you, Yamamoto-san… I’d be the one begging…”

Begging for a kiss feels laughable and gross in my mind. But I crave her lips that much.

“T-To say that… haa, I’m already…”

Teary-eyed, she steps closer but hesitates, fidgeting.

Is she waiting for me to act? If I’m wrong and she rejects me at the last moment, that thought flickers in my mind.

Then, she stretches her arms toward me, shyly speaking.

“Then… kiss me as much as you want…”

Even if it’s a joke, it’s an irresistibly cute, enticing proposal. I slowly kiss her lips.

Her elastic lips taste faintly sweet. Driven by excitement, I slip my tongue into her mouth. After Asagi-san’s act, my senses might be numb, but I can’t think anymore.

“Nnn! Fu, haa, a, nng!”

She looks startled but accepts my tongue, tentatively entwining hers. Exchanging saliva in this lascivious act, our tongues dance freely in a deep kiss coated in carnal desire, hardening my cock. Honestly, it’s an insanely erotic kiss I could do forever.

But we can’t kiss endlessly. Our lips part, a bridge of saliva between us.

“Hauu… so this is an adult kiss…” Yamamoto-san’s dazed, captivating expression could enslave any man. Yet she says, “Th-Thanks, Sato-kun, I made you do that…” belittling herself again. I’m the one who should apologize.

“N-No, I put my tongue in without asking… thank you for accepting it.”

We thank each other, and an awkward silence settles. Asagi-san watches from a distance, offering no advice.

Yamamoto-san makes the next move, her words startling me.

“…It’s unfair that only Sato-kun’s naked, right? Yeah… we’re going to do it, so I need to undress…”

She removes her striped shirt, revealing her bra-clad breasts, then her skirt, standing in white panties, checking my gaze.

“Last time, you said you liked my body… you don’t hate it now, do you?”

Looking up at me, her voluptuous body—ample cleavage, soft stomach, plump thighs—is impossible to dislike.

“…Yeah, I love it, so it’s okay.”

Normally, saying you love someone’s body might repulse them. But she blushes deeper, murmuring, “L-Love…” happily.

“I-I love your body too, Sato-kun!”

She reaches for my fully erect cock, her gentle touch making it twitch.

“Your cock… it’s so thrilling… but Asagi swallowed it, right? I have to try…!”

Her expression shifts to resolve. She kisses my glans, starting to take it in.

She manages halfway smoothly, though with a pained look, then stops abruptly.

The sensation of her mouth, different from Asagi-san’s, nearly drowns me in pleasure. But I say, “Y-Yamamoto-san, don’t force yourself…!” trying to stop her. I don’t want her to strain herself for me.

She tries to take more but chokes, “Fugu, kaha,” pulling away, teary, covering her mouth.

“A-Are you okay?” I ask. She nods, regulating her breathing, then looks at me, crying, apologizing.

“…S-Sorry… I couldn’t do it like Asagi…”

She might be misunderstanding. I don’t order Asagi-san; her devoted blowjob is her choice for someone like me.

“N-No… you don’t have to force yourself for me…!” She shakes her head.

“But… if I can’t do it like Asagi… I’m useless, you’ll abandon me… sniff…”

Her tears make me regret. I didn’t speak clearly, causing her anxiety. I should’ve stopped her firmly.

As I wallow in self-loathing, Asagi-san offers help.

“…Maki, Shun-kun wouldn’t abandon you over that. Swallowing is… something I do because I want to. I should’ve stopped you, sorry for pushing you.”

I really rely on Asagi-san too much. Thinking this, I bow to Yamamoto-san.

“I’d never abandon you… I should’ve said so clearly. I’m the one who’s sorry.”

Seeing us both apologize, Yamamoto-san panics.

“D-Don’t apologize… I thought since I’m not cute like Asagi, I had to do the same… I have no talents, nothing I can do…”

Her tears stop, but she’s self-deprecating again. How can I restore her confidence?

“Um, Yamamoto-san!”

In a panic, I think of a potentially harassing idea. But to dispel her self-doubt, I have to take the gamble.

“…If it’s not too much… there’s something I want to do with you… something only you can do…”

She turns to me. I might get slapped or disappoint her, earning her hatred.

“I-I want you to… hold my cock with your breasts… It’s a dream of mine, is that okay…?”

I’d long thought her huge breasts could do paizuri. I boldly ask for this lascivious act, one of my dreams.

I deserve to be hit, and I might hurt Asagi-san. But to stop Yamamoto-san’s self-deprecation, I take this reckless bet.

“…Huh, Sato-kun, are you serious…? You’d use my breasts…?”

She asks cautiously, gauging my intent. Making her say “use” might be wrong, but I have to spill my true feelings.

“Yeah… I’ve always thought it’d feel good with your breasts. I imagined it every time we met… sorry if it’s gross, but I don’t want to hide anything.”

I look at her earnestly to convey my sincerity, no time to be nervous about eye contact.

Asagi-san murmurs, “…I see…” while Yamamoto-san, blushing, responds.

“If my breasts can make you feel good, I’m thrilled… but I thought you might be saying it to comfort me…”

“…No, I really love your breasts… they’re so erotic. I want to touch them, hold my cock with them. I want you to be confident… sorry for all the lewd stuff.”

Carried by momentum, I make a scummy confession. It’s all true, but I deserve to be beaten.

Yamamoto-san’s mouth moves pakupaku, Asagi-san’s half-open. Thinking I’ve repulsed them, Yamamoto-san looks at me.

“…Okay, I’ll try…? I don’t know if I’ll do it well… tell me if it’s gross…!”

Miraculously, my gamble succeeds. She cautiously removes her bra, revealing her soft, huge breasts.

As a bust lover, her breasts are always perfect fap material, my cock twitching bikun again.

“Hyau! Your cock moved… you really don’t hate my breasts…”

She approaches, bringing her twin peaks to my cock. I’m thrilled to finally experience her paizuri, my excitement uncontained.

“Um… I just hold it like this…?”

Her breasts rest on my lap, slowly enveloping my cock. Instantly, my cock is wrapped in melting softness.

“S-Sato-kun, you look so naughty… just from holding it…”

My expression must be pathetic, as she says. I’d heard paizuri isn’t that great, but her fluffy, marshmallow-like breasts make me feel enveloped in bliss.

“So… I move it like this?” I muster my dwindling rationality to say, “Y-Yeah… up and down…”

But as she moves, I let out a girlish, “Hau!”

Her fluffy, supreme breasts move, making sounds, assaulting my cock. The overwhelming stimulation surpasses any sex toy.

“…Sato-kun, you look so pleasured… with my breasts… auu…”

Murmuring, she earnestly holds and rubs my cock. Her occasional upward glances are unbearably erotic.

I’d heard paizuri gives a strong sense of dominance, and it’s true.

“Yamamoto-san, it’s too good… I’m gonna come…!”

My lack of restraint fails against her huge breasts’ stimulation. I try to hold back, not wanting to indulge in a breast ejaculation.

But my cry makes her arms tense, her breasts pressing tighter, pushing my cock past its limit.

Soft, erotic, wanting to come—my ape-like thoughts surge, my cock’s dam breaking.

“Sorry, on your breasts… I’m coming, ahh!”

I shoot a massive load from my cock buried in her breasts. The thick, sticky semen, unbelievable for a third time, sprays like a fountain.

She gasps, “Hyaa!” but doesn’t pull away, letting me finish in her chest. Soiling her beautiful breasts with my semen fulfills my depraved fantasy, but I should’ve considered her feelings.

As the last spurt of semen shoots out, Yamamoto-san scoops some, licking it. Her enraptured expression follows.

“…You came with my body, Sato-kun’s… it’s delicious…”

She licks the semen from her chest, one scoop at a time, then looks at me, embarrassed.

“Thank you, Sato-kun… without you, I’d hate my body…”

She speaks slowly, savoring her words.

“I wanted to be cute and slim like Asagi, but my breasts grew, and I couldn’t help it… but you touched them, rubbed them… even came so much…”

“…Maybe my body grew for you, Sato-kun… so, I’d be happy if you used it as much as possible…”

Blushing, she confesses. Her words thrill me, but I need to correct something.

“…Thank you, Yamamoto-san. But one thing… saying ‘use’ your body… we’re lovers, so I want us both to feel good…”

I can’t treat her like an object. I want her to be confident—she’s that charming.

“…Aah… saying that… I can’t hold back…”

Murmuring, she slips off her white panties, visibly soaked, barely functioning as underwear.