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

Chapter 45: Mutual Masturbation, Boldly Done ☆

“S-Sorry… I should’ve held back…!”

No matter what I say, I’m completely at fault. Trying to jerk off to a sleeping Yamamoto-san, I’m nothing but a ridiculous ape.

Why did I think of masturbating in this situation? I regret my lack of restraint, but it’s too late.

“…You were really… going to, um, masturbate to Maki… right…?”

I can’t face Asagi-san. A slap would be the least of it; she might end our relationship here. Despite her seeking sex, I turned her affection into fap material.

Anxiety grips me as I await her words. But when I cautiously glance at her, she looks up at me.

“Would… I not do?”

“I not do”—I sort of understand her words, yet they’re unthinkable, unexpected.

Stunned and speechless, she interjects, “I know it’s weird to say, but…” and explains.

“…Instead of sleeping Maki, could you… do it to me, awake? Of course, Maki’s fine too, but I got a bit jealous… sorry?”

Her pleading tone lacks anger. The conversation veers in a direction I never imagined.

“A-Asagi-san… you’re not mad? Even though I showed you my filthy side…?”

I’m the one at fault for trying to jerk off; that shouldn’t change. Yet she shakes her head.

“No, it’s not filthy, and I’m not mad. Honestly, I mostly want to see your masturbation, Shun-kun. I feel bad for Maki, but… would I not do…?”

I never imagined being asked to let her watch me masturbate—a thrilling situation, no doubt.

“I know it’s gross… but I thought maybe you’d grant my request, Shun-kun… please!”

She bows, leaving me unsure how to respond. But with her saying that, I can’t refuse.

Asagi-san’s in a bathrobe, practically naked. The purun breasts of a flawless beauty in her growth phase and her defenseless, beautiful slit make my cock rock-hard with excitement.

“Um… is it okay to… use you as material…?”

I know it’s gross to say, even for confirmation. But that’s the flow of the conversation, and she nods vigorously.

“Of course it’s okay! Being a boy’s masturbation material is something every girl dreams of… If I can be yours, Shun-kun, nothing would make me happier. Though, next time, maybe do it with Maki when she’s awake…”

She seems utterly serious, but I’m bewildered. I vaguely recall them saying they masturbated thinking of me, so maybe it’s flattering to be desired by someone you like.

I have to steel myself. Ignoring Yamamoto-san sleeping beside us, I face Asagi-san, quietly gripping my cock.

Seeing this, she blooms into a radiant smile. She sheds her bathrobe, exposing her erotic, developing body. My erection shows no sign of subsiding.

“Um, Asagi-san… if it’s not too much… could you, like, spread your legs… sorry for asking so much…!”

I’m confident I could jerk off to her naked body alone, but my guard’s down, so I make a bold request. Objectively, I shouldn’t say such things.

“You really love my body, Shun-kun… ehehe, I’m so happy.”

Yet she spreads her legs, showing her precious pussy’s entrance, joyfully accepting my foolish request.

“You said you wanted to see… so, um, here you go…?”

Though hesitant about phrasing, she spreads her slit pakkuri with her fingers. The overwhelming guilt of making a girl pose like this sends shivers down my spine.

Her pink flesh, slightly moving, lewdly invites me. The pussy that always accepts my cock is undeniably erotic and perfect as material.

Unconsciously drawing closer, I keep stroking my cock. Watching me, she says, “Y-You look so pleasured… too naughty… haa, already…!”

Then, with her other hand, she starts teasing her entrance. Touching her clit and slit, she lets out soft “Nku, haa” moans, her figure further exciting my cock.

Mutual masturbation with a class beauty feels like a fantasy. Yet before me, Asagi-san, aroused, stirs her spread pussy guchuguchu, occasionally saying, “Shun-kun…”

My mind overheats, stroking my cock frantically. Using my lover’s masturbation as material is far more erotic than any AV.

Asagi-san moves her fingers from her pussy to her breasts, kneading her hardened pink nipples guniguni, letting out sweet moans.

“Yah… sorry… I’m feeling good too… nhaa, fu…!”

Her original goal of being my material seems lost; we’re both just devouring pleasure. My broken rationality uses her debauchery without restraint.

We’re close enough to touch each other’s genitals, yet not inserting, which excites me endlessly.

In this depraved act, my right hand overworks my cock. Semen rises faster than usual.

“A-Asagi-san, sorry, I’m gonna come…!”

Hearing my strained groan, she says, “Fa, y-you’re gonna come…?” sounding delighted.

“Then… let’s come together…?”

Her sweet, lascivious proposal, blushing with melted eyes and a soft smile, is my final trigger.

“E-Erotic… a, Asagi-san, coming, I’m coming… ugh!”

With a byurubyuru, my semen shoots out with unbelievable force for a fifth time, splattering bechabecha around her pussy, coating her fingers.

“A! H-Hot… haa, I-I’m coming too… yan, aan…!”

Pushing her semen-covered fingers into her pussy, she trembles bikubiku, reaching climax.

Her love juices stain the sheets, drool visible at her mouth. A pure beauty like Asagi-san, in such a shameless climax, I watch while gripping my cock.

“…Sorry, I was supposed to just watch your masturbation, Shun-kun, but I got carried away. Coming like that was a first… I’m too excited…”

Thinking she overdid it, Asagi-san looks dejected. But for me, her lascivious display was uncontrollably thrilling.

“Um, Asagi-san… I thought it was so erotic… I want to see it again…” I say, maybe still broken. But it’s certain she didn’t get carried away alone.

“Really…?” she says, anxious but soft.

“…It’s a bit embarrassing, but maybe next time, just us, I’ll ask again…?”

The moment she says this, a gasa sound comes from behind.

Turning, I see Yamamoto-san, face red, staring at us. Her bathrobe is fully open, her massive breasts swaying, drawing my gaze.

“U-Um, sorry…!”

Panicked, Yamamoto-san prompts Asagi-san to bow slightly, apologetic.

“…Maki, sorry for jumping in. Shun-kun was supposed to use you as material, but I did something selfish.”

“That was unfair, right,” Asagi-san says, bowing. Yamamoto-san replies, “No, you don’t need to apologize…!” then cautiously looks at me.

“…D-Did you really… want to use me as material…?”

I hesitate over her question but can’t lie to her.

“…Yeah, um, your breasts were showing… I thought they were erotic… sorry.”

My overly honest confession makes her blush deeply.

“N-No need to apologize! That’s… so thrilling… ehehe, I might get carried away…”

Her response feels unreal to me. Asagi-san says, “…See?” but I can’t help wondering why being my material is so thrilling.

Afterward, we decide to shower before leaving. I thought we’d go one by one, but Asagi-san suggests, “Since we’re here, let’s shower together?” heightening my tension.

Yamamoto-san hesitates, “E-Me too…?” but Asagi-san’s “Can’t we three be close?” leaves no room for objection. If Yamamoto-san’s okay, no one can refuse.

Asagi-san quickly fills the bath, returning cheerfully with, “Let’s all go?” Accepting reality, I brace myself, nervous.

Showering with two erotic beauties was unthinkable in my old life. Heading from bed to bathroom, they walk so casually, their swaying hips arousing me.

“I always wanted to try this.”

Asagi-san’s cheerful voice accompanies her small, toned butt, not lacking flesh—soft and kneadable, as I found during sex, when she moaned sweetly despite my impulsive groping.

“Uuu… am I in the way…?”

Yamamoto-san’s anxious voice pairs with her larger, fertile-looking butt, shaking furifuri with each step, not sloppy but elastic, perfect for male desire. In my old world, this butt would fuel endless masturbation. I want to thrust into it from behind, an unbearably erotic big butt.

I feel hopeless lust for these two stunning beauties but suppress it, heading to the bathroom.

Still, honestly, five ejaculations have pushed me near my physical limit. Even when Yamamoto-san washes my back, thanks to Asagi-san’s arrangement, I’m only half-erect. Normally, this would be an insanely erotic situation.

“…Shun-kun, are you really tired?”

Asagi-san, already soaking in the tub, speaks with concern. My thoughts and expressions must be painfully obvious.

“…Sorry, I don’t have much stamina.”

Feeling apologetic, I’m comforted by Yamamoto-san, who pauses lathering my back.

“…Sato-kun, you came so much… you don’t need to apologize.”

Asagi-san adds, “We need to be gentler with you, Shun-kun. Maybe we asked for too much naughty stuff,” almost sounding remorseful.

That’s not true, I think, shaking my head bunbun.

“N-No way… I’ll build more stamina, so… I want you to ask for more… or something…”

My uncertain words make Asagi-san smile happily, “…I see, ehehe,” while Yamamoto-san exhales behind me. Feeling ticklish in the sweet atmosphere, I let Yamamoto-san literally just wash my back.

Maybe there could’ve been a flow to her washing my front. But perhaps out of concern for me, she only rinses me lightly with the shower.

“Fufu, then let’s all soak together!”

At Asagi-san’s suggestion, we form a small circle in the wide tub, gazing at each other. With less water, Asagi-san’s beautiful breasts and Yamamoto-san’s huge ones are right before me, distorted by refraction but visible, along with their slits. Yet neither tries to hide.

Despite lacking the energy to get hard, I stare at their bodies, a true pervert, gross. But Asagi-san looks at me, smiling cheerfully.

“…You’re giving that naughty look again. Fufu, amazing…”

Noticing my gaze, she doesn’t get mad. Yamamoto-san just blushes and looks away. Our happy time continues until we nearly overheat from the long bath.

After the bath, we dress. The clock nears 6 p.m., time to head home.

“…Looks like our stuff’s fine? Let’s go!”

At Asagi-san’s word, we leave the room, walking down the corridor. Their steps are slow, glancing at me. I almost arrogantly think they’re enjoying our time together.

“…Shun-kun, sorry for taking this arm.”

Asagi-san says cutely, clinging to my right arm. Her funifuni breasts press against me. Startled, I look at her, and she grins mischievously, “I just wanted to snuggle…”

“Asagi, that’s bold… but, um, can I…?”

Yamamoto-san hesitates but soon clings to my left arm. Though not as tightly, her massive, soft breasts are felt through her thin clothes. Looking up, she asks, “I-It’s not bad, right…?” My heart races uncontrollably.

“Fufu, then I’ll go a bit more…”

Noticing my attention on Yamamoto-san, Asagi-san presses her breasts harder, their erotic shape vivid from earlier.

Two beauties press their bodies against me, wanting it rather than minding. Honestly, it’s such an insanely erotic situation, I think my crotch might recharge.

Still, I suppress my feelings and reach the building’s exit. Relieved as their arms release, I realize I haven’t paid a yen for the hotel.

“Come to think of it, we didn’t pay the hotel bill… how much is it…?”

I have no experience from my old world, but letting girls pay is probably scummy. As I reach for my wallet, Asagi-san grabs my hand.

“No way we’d let you pay, Shun-kun!”

She insists it’s cheap, so it’s fine. Yamamoto-san joins, “I-I’ll chip in too, it’s okay!” forcing me to relent. I should push harder, but I worry about upsetting them.

“…Sorry. Next time, I’ll pay…”

My casual words, on reflection, are presumptuous, assuming there’s a next time, overly self-confident.

“Ah, y-yeah! We can come again… next time, ehehe…”

Asagi-san blushes, murmuring. Yamamoto-san looks down beside her. That they don’t deny my near-slip proves their kind, sweet nature.

Though not arm-in-arm, they occasionally press close as we walk home, a back-and-forth dance. Asagi-san sparks casual chatter, letting us talk warmly.

Entering the residential area, the long day nears its end. Asagi-san twirls hirari at a corner, waving with a smile.

“I’ll message the group later!”

With those cheerful words, she runs toward her house. Beyond her lascivious side, she’s a bright, lively girl.

I awkwardly wave back, then walk deeper into the neighborhood with Yamamoto-san. At her turnoff, we stop, facing each other.

“Y-Yamamoto-san… see you…”

She stays silent, eyes down, so I try to speak. But she interrupts, “U-Um…!” shouting.

Nervous about what she’ll say, I listen.

“S-Sato-kun! Um, earlier… you said you’d use me as… m-material, right…?”

Her sudden topic startles me. Blushing, she continues.

“Then, if I… s-send pictures of my b-breasts… you said you liked them… maybe you’d be happy, so if it’s not a bother…!”

Her offering her breasts as material feels unreal.

But I can’t dislike it, and lying is pointless—my lust is exposed. Honestly, I reply, “…Y-Yeah, it’s not a bother, I-I’d be happy…”