A Man Who Lost Confidence, to a Gentle Chastity-Reversed World - Chapter 57: She’s So Kind

Chapter 57: She’s So Kind

My softened cock slides out of her smoothly. Maki-san, breathing heavily, checks the white fluid on her body. My gaze remains fixed on her breasts, swaying up and down.

She diligently scoops the semen splattered across her chest with her fingers, licking it savoringly, letting out breaths with each taste, repeating the act multiple times.

As I watch, heart pounding, she notices my stare. Caught off guard, she panics, her eyes darting.

“Ah, um, sorry… I thought it’d be a waste… I should’ve caught it in my mouth, but I wanted to see the semen come out closely… Uu…”

Though her face is lowered, I catch her glancing at my cock. Seeing my flaccid state, she shouts as if shaking something off.

“…R-Right! I’ll wipe your cock… It’ll dirty your underwear otherwise…!”

Maki-san grabs a tissue and gently wipes my cock. Its lack of hardness tells me it’s seeking rest.

Carefully wiping even my balls, she starts, “Um, it’s late to ask, but…” with a guilty air.

“Boys usually dislike naughty stuff… but you embrace even me… Are you really not forcing yourself…?”

“…Today, I should’ve cherished you, but seeing your hard cock, I couldn’t hold back. So, is it okay…? You don’t feel creeped out…?”

Looking down, she seeks my opinion. Unable to sugarcoat, I spill my crude feelings.

“I don’t know about other boys… but I love naughty stuff… Just thinking of you, Maki-san… I get hard…”

“And I’m the one who got rough with you… Seeing you naked, I can’t hold back… Maybe we’re even…?”

We’re not even. I’m rough, messing up her pussy, while she pampers my cock. I’m clearly the selfish one.

My words aren’t right, but Maki-san, slightly confused, murmurs, “Even…?” without anger.

“You get hard for me, that alone makes me happy… Saying such kind things, cherishing me… Uu, my heart’s racing again…”

“If it’s your erection… I want to see it any time… So if you’re in a naughty mood and okay with me, do anything… Though, pushing me down outdoors… maybe we should talk about that…”

It’s a lavish offer, but I find it erotic. I couldn’t push her down, but her words are tantalizing.

Still, cherishing her comes first. After reckless ejaculation, it’s late, but I must never force her if she dislikes it.

“…You, Maki-san, please say no if you don’t want it… I came inside you today without asking. Even with the pill… I should’ve checked.”

She looks surprised, then shakes her head.

“…You don’t need to worry! That’s what the pill’s for… As long as you want, I want all of it inside my pussy… It feels good, it’s a luxury…”

Blushing, she continues.

“…Being with you makes me so happy… It doesn’t have to be naughty. Just dating, talking together, that’s enough. So, even someone like me… I’d be happy if you don’t abandon me.”

Abandoning Maki-san is unthinkable.

“I’m the one… I want to date you endlessly… I’m a creepy guy, looking at other girls, but please don’t abandon me… I’ll do anything…!”

My possessiveness makes me sound like a loser. In the old world, I’d be despised, and I hate myself for it. Yet Maki-san is kind.

“Abandon you? Never… Compared to other girls, I’m fine being second… You’ll be liked by many girls…”

She echoes Mai-san, but I can’t think that way.

“…I’ll work hard for you. You don’t need to… Just being together is enough. If you say you’ll do anything… I might go wild again…”

“…I know it’s selfish, but being loved by you makes me happy… Your semen, your gaze… They’re treasures to me…”

Her warm, heart-melting words are so sincere. She trusts me, entrusts her body to me. I can only drown in her.

If she truly accepts my lust, I want to pour it all out. But I fear she’ll eventually recoil.

So I share that feeling.

“…I might make naughty requests, unable to hold back… I selfishly don’t want other guys to take you… You might get fed up someday…”

I can’t ask her to indulge me. I’m scared of my lust and possessiveness. But she affirms my selfish hopes.

“…It’s absolutely fine… I’m always yours… Your requests will never make me fed up… They excite me…!”

As I reply, “Th-Thank you, Maki-san…,” her hand stops. Discarding the semen-soaked tissue, she slowly reaches for my cock.

But she pulls back, as if realizing something. I’d thought she’d stroke it, but I push aside my stray thoughts.

“S-Sorry! I’m always thinking naughty stuff… You’re probably tired today… We should get dressed…!”

As if chastising herself, she shakes her head vigorously and puts her panties back on. I glance at the light blue bra beside them.

My cock’s at its limit, but my mind’s still eager for naughty things. I’m curious about the bra’s underside, rarely seen.

My underwear knowledge comes from biased internet searches in my old world. Without female experience, I’ve always lusted after women’s underwear.

The bra has a frilly white tag. I can’t read it, but it likely lists bust size and cup.

Her large breasts mean a large bra. That obvious fact excites me. I don’t notice her watching me.

“…Sato-kun? Is something wrong with my bra…?”

Too late—I’ve messed up. She looks at me anxiously as I stare at her bra. What do I say?

“I tried a cute one… Is it not your taste, or too big and creepy…?”

I have to be honest.

“…It’s not that… Your bra, Maki-san… It’s big and erotic… Sorry.”

Understanding my intent, she blushes, murmuring, “Women’s underwear… I see…”

She picks up the bra, examining it, then holds it out to me.

“…If it’s okay with me… You can look?”

I take the fabric with trembling hands. Large yet light, it undeniably held her massive breasts. I’m instantly excited.

I check the tag. Washing symbols on one side, numbers and letters on the other.

“G70 Top Bust 95” makes my heart leap. Realizing her 95cm G-cup breasts, I look at them again.

“Being looked at again… It’s embarrassing…”

It matches my initial guess—95cm breasts in this bra. Knowing it’s crude, I examine it. Slightly frilly but simple.

“…You’re making an erotic face again… You’re happy with my underwear…”

I’m thrilled, appraising a girl’s freshly removed bra. It’s nothing like vending machine underwear from adult shops. A beautiful girl who wore it is right here—a dreamlike scenario.

My cock, thought unable to harden, twitches slightly. Fearing forced arousal, I return the bra. “Th-Thank you…” She takes it slowly.

She asks, “…What did you think…?”

I reply honestly, crudely.

“Thinking it’s for G-cup breasts… It’s big and erotic… Knowing you wear it, I got so excited… Sorry, I keep thinking naughty things…”

It’s the talk of a guy obsessed with breasts. Taking advantage of her kindness, it’s pure harassment. Yet she doesn’t get mad. She’s mature, while my lust runs wild.

But she doesn’t put the bra on. Her breasts remain bare as she ponders it, murmuring inaudibly, then glances at my expression.

Then she acts, holding the bra out to me, looking away, waiting for me to take it. Confused, she asks,

“…Do you… want it…?”

I freeze. Doesn’t she realize what I’d do with it? No, her demeanor suggests she does. A pure gift would be something else.

I want it, obviously. At home, I’d use it to masturbate. My heart wavers.

She’s asking, so saying I want it shouldn’t repulse her. But I lack the courage to admit I want it as fap material.

As I hesitate, she adds,

“…You don’t have to embrace me… If my underwear excites you, I’d be happy if you used it as material… I know it’s silly, but…”

Told I can use it as fap material, I can only accept.

“Thank you… But is it okay to separate the panties…?”

I worry about odd things, feeling bad if it’s a favorite.

“It’s fine… It feels like sharing one thing, it makes me happy… It’s hard to explain, but that’s how it feels…”

If she says so, I won’t argue. I’m consumed by the desire to own something she wore. “Th-Then, I’ll borrow it…” I mumble, carefully stowing the bra in my bag.

“…I’m the one benefiting, but… If you have complaints or requests, please tell me… You don’t have to force yourself…”

I’m using her precious item for selfish lust, so it’s only fair. Nothing I do matches what she gives me, and nothing I offer has value. Still, I want to do anything for her.

“Complaints? Never… My request… I’d go wild… But…”

She hesitantly picks up her phone, asking apologetically,

“My underwear might not be enough… but instead, I want to take a photo together… One with both of us… If it’s okay, please…”

She prepares the camera, checking with me. I’m bad at photos, likely looking ugly, but I won’t refuse her.

“…I’ll look ugly, but if that’s okay…”

“You shouldn’t say that…” she says, concerned, starting the front camera. Our upper bodies appear on screen.

Shouldn’t we dress? I wonder, but her “Okay, taking it…” cuts my thoughts. Unsure if I smiled, the shutter clicks.

“…Th-Thank you… I’ll treasure it…”

Murmuring, she grabs another bra from a drawer and puts her dress back on. Feeling awkward, I redress too.

“It’s getting dark, I’ll walk you to your place…”

Taking her offer, we leave the room. In the living room, Mai-san, seated, calls out.

“Oh, leaving already? You could stay longer…”

I reply, “…I-I don’t want to intrude,” and she laughs amusedly.

“Neither Maki-chan nor I mind… But we’ll see you again… I’d be happy if you got along with me too… Maybe?”

Getting along with Mai-san makes my thoughts veer erotic. Maki-san’s 95cm breasts, so Mai-san’s must be over 100cm, I think.

“Mom! You’re making Sato-kun uncomfortable… Let’s go.”

Scolding her mother, Maki-san urges me out. I’m relieved she stopped me from ogling Mai-san’s breasts.

“Fufufu… Joking aside… I hope you’ll be good to Maki-chan, Shun-kun… See you again?”

I bow to Mai-san and head to the door. Maki-san seems lost in thought as we leave.

My house is close to hers, just a short walk, but our steps are slow, and conversation sparse.

Worried she might read my thoughts, I’m startled when Maki-san begins, “…I might ask something weird again…”

“When you first came to my house… and today, talking with the three of us… I felt like you were looking at Mom’s chest… Maybe I’m wrong, but…”

Her blunt suspicion shakes me. My thoughts were read, and my lust for her mother exposed. It’s undeniably my fault.

Before I can apologize, she stops me.

“Ah, no, I’m not mad at all! Seeing your gaze today… I realized you really love women’s bodies… Not just to spare my feelings…”

“…Mom raised me alone, saying she has no regrets about the past, but I think she’s lonely… Honestly, I couldn’t handle that myself.”

Adding it’s her imagination, she stops and looks at me.

“…If you’re interested in Mom’s breasts… don’t hold back for my sake. She seems really curious about you. Of course, it’s up to you.”

She smiles, saying not to restrain myself.

Honestly, I can’t grasp this worldview. Is it her love for her mother or this world’s unique mindset? I can’t tell. A lover accepting intimacy with her mother is incomprehensible.

My feelings for Mai-san are undeniably lustful, impossible to hide. Bowing my head, I apologize.

“…I’m sorry, I did think Mai-san’s breasts are big… I shouldn’t look at my lover’s mother that way…”

To my pathetic confession, Maki-san murmurs, “It’s not wrong…” then supports me.

“It’s really okay. You don’t need to worry about me… But Mom’s breasts are bigger, and she’s prettier than me… I need to try harder… Uu… I hope I can be like her someday…”

She says this, but to me, Mai-san and Maki-san share an obvious familial vibe—not just their chests but their soft aura, slightly droopy eyes, thick lips, and more.

“I think you’re beautiful, Maki-san… And cute, too… I think you resemble your mom…”

Blushing, she murmurs, “You’re the one…” as if to say more but gives up, resuming our walk. I’m curious but feel it’s not my place to ask, so we continue.

“See you at school…”

At my house, I hesitantly try a farewell, hoping it’s the right moment and words.

But Maki-san fidgets, not responding. Thinking I messed up, she looks up and speaks.

“Yeah… Um, Sato-kun… I…”

Is something hard to say? I don’t want her to hold back.

“…Maki-san, you don’t need to hold back with me…”

At that, she seems to resolve herself.

“F-First… About the underwear… Don’t think about returning it… But if you use it as material… I’d like to know… A message is fine…”

Understanding her request, I realize it’s a high hurdle. Reporting masturbation—what mindset do I need? Still, I nod as a reply.

“And… Just once… I want to say something… Like Asagi…”

Silence takes over. After a moment, she makes another request.

“Just once, now… Can I call you by your first name…?”

Her cute, earnest request makes my heart race. “…It’s totally fine,” I answer, voice trembling. After moving her mouth a few times, she looks away and calls me.

“…Shun-kun.”

“…Maki-san.”

I instinctively call her back. Her face turns bright red.

“Y-Yup, it’s too much for me… Just once, and my heart’s pounding… S-Sorry, I might not hold back…”

Slightly pigeon-toed, her appeal feels erotic. Our eyes still don’t meet.

“…Uu… Sorry, I’m getting used to being called that, but calling you… might take time… How does Asagi do it so easily…?”

“It’s okay… Call me whatever you want…”

I’m not sure if I should say it, but I try to reassure her. Calling her by her first name makes my heart race too. I don’t know if it’s the same, but she shouldn’t feel bad.

“…Thank you… My heart can’t handle it, so I’ll stick to Sato-kun… Today was really amazing… B-Bye!”

With that, she runs back, slightly pigeon-toed, slower than usual, it seems.

At home, Yuki clings to me as usual, but I’m relieved she doesn’t notice the bra in my bag. Even with Maki-san’s consent, Yuki, fond of me, might be put off.

More nervous than usual, I finish dinner and my bath, sneaking back to my room. Calming myself, I take Maki-san’s bra from the bag.

The folded light blue bra has lost its warmth, but the fact it was hers remains. I sniff it instinctively. No trace of her scent, yet I keep sniffing, savoring her breasts.

Recalling her body and words, I drown in the luxury of a naughty girl melting my heart.

Over two hours since my last ejaculation, my cock regains its strength. Unable to resist, I stroke it, using her bra as material.

After cumming, I enter a sage-like clarity. I remember I must report this. It’s not an obligation, but I don’t want to lie to her.

Is she regretting giving me the bra? What’s she thinking now? Worried, I slowly open my messaging app.

Struggling with what to say and how to feel, I send the message just before midnight. Scared of her reply, I fall asleep.