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

Chapter 86: Love Hotel Date, Service and Desire ☆

“Sato-kun, about tomorrow…” Maki-san started shyly after school on Friday, as we walked through the residential area. Asagi-san was at club activities, so it was just us two.

“The campaign we talked about needs a reservation. I’m planning to book online when I get home, but I wanted to decide the time… and, um, how long…” she said, her steps slowing, seeking my input.

I’d checked the reservation page but hesitated—it was clearly aimed at women. Of course, I’d love to stay with Maki-san forever. No guy could settle for a short time with an erotic girl like her.

But if it burdens her, I should hold back, though it’s hard to judge. So, I shared my vague plan from yesterday. “Maybe book a longer stay, and if you get tired, we can rest… how’s that…?”

Making her feel good is my delusion; if she doesn’t want that, it’s over. I’m thinking of what would please her, but her feelings are what matter most.

Even considering myself, I’ll stay excited by her body, but sustaining an erection for hours is tough. Even if I could ejaculate four or five times with breaks, making her wait just for that feels wrong.

“…! Y-Yeah, longer stays are cheaper, right…?” she said, blushing but agreeing. The discount does increase with time, so it’s a good deal.

But thinking calmly, assuming she’ll get tired implies repeated sex, a selfish thought. Staying at a love hotel means exactly that—endless intimacy with Maki-san.

“Then, I’ll pick you up at 10 tomorrow…!” I said. I’m craving sex with her, aroused by her ample chest and hips, her sweet voice alone nearly making me hard. Since she doesn’t find it gross and keeps making promises, I must always be grateful.

“Shun-kun, you’re so restless,” Mom said Saturday morning, easily seeing through my nerves as I waited for Maki-san. Yuki was at cram school, leaving us alone in the living room.

I’d prepared a gift for Maki-san and tried to be in good shape. I considered buying an energy drink but decided affordable ones were mere placebos. Having bought some for masturbation in my old world, I knew enough. Without access to medical-grade stuff, I’d rely on my body alone.

“Fufu, you’re strange, Shun-kun. You seem to love being with girls, but you’re so nervous, almost innocent,” Mom said. Her maternal words embarrassed me, coming from a beautiful older woman. Waiting for a lover with my mom feels odd, but she finds it heartwarming.

The intercom rang, and Mom answered without thinking. Too late, I heard Maki-san’s voice, “H-Hello, thank you for having me…!”

“Sorry, Maki-chan, I answered without thinking,” Mom said, seeing us off at the entrance. Since she responded, we had to greet her, the three of us facing each other.

“N-No! I-I’ll be taking Sato-kun today…!” Maki-san said, flustered. Mom smiled, “Fufu, thank you,” bowing slightly, prompting Maki-san to bow deeper.

“Have fun with Shun-kun, Maki-chan. And you too, Shun-kun,” Mom said, sending us off to a love hotel—an odd start to our date. Maki-san, in a summery dress like before, walked beside me.

“Ugh, I was so nervous…” she muttered, slightly hunched, a stunning beauty with her perfect features, glossy hair, and curves barely hidden by her dress. Her bust, too large for a high schooler, stood out. Compared to when we met, she’s worn more revealing clothes, which I find erotic, my gaze drawn despite myself.

Her cuteness and sexiness never fade, no matter how often we meet. Having such a thrilling girl beside me is a luxury.

We talked sporadically about classes en route. At a family restaurant near the hotel’s station, our conversation stayed sparse.

“Have you decided, Sato-kun?” “Yeah, I’m good,” we said, our voices tense—not from discord but anticipation of what’s to come.

I wondered if Maki-san was nervous too as I ate. This lunch was fuel for later sex, I couldn’t help thinking, tasting only half the food, matching her pace.

“Thanks for today, Sato-kun,” she said as we left the restaurant for the hotel, her face redder. Unlike Asagi-san, she didn’t link arms but stayed close. “Spending the morning at a love hotel… using your precious time, it feels like I’m asking too much, but is it really okay…?”

She looked anxious, but I shook my head. How could I be dissatisfied with her gentle, erotic requests?

“I’m so happy… I’ll try to make you happy too… s-say anything you want,” I said. I’m the one who should ask if it’s okay, but my desire to meet her wishes is unwavering.

Despite my cool words, I was aroused. Nearing the hotel, I couldn’t stop picturing her naked body under her dress. My bulge grew, and the more I thought it was too early, the worse it got. To this lustful me, Maki-san murmured, “A-Anything…?” then looked at me.

“Being told that… I-I’m starting to expect things…!” she said, closing the distance slightly. Her dress-covered chest brushed my arm, making me jolt, my focus on my lower body intensifying.

She noticed my pathetic erection. “Ah… Sato-kun, you’re getting big…” she said, staring with her mouth half-open, an erotic expression. Feeling my gaze, she quickly closed it.

“…Because my chest touched you…?” she asked, checking her chest. It’s embarrassing to be seen through, but it’s true, so I could only nod.

Even though I get hard from her touch, she blushed, murmuring, “R-Really…?” and cautiously pressed closer, her overwhelming softness against my arm. Her melon-like breasts, soft to the touch, were irresistible, as always.

In my old world, this would be a honey trap, her sweet, erotic actions fueling my base desires. The hotel was close, but her breasts’ sensation lingered strongly.

“Yes, Ms. Yamamoto, reservation for two confirmed,” the receptionist said. We approached the front desk together. I’d always left this to Maki-san or Asagi-san, but I wanted to learn the process.

It’s presumptuous to think it’s for future visits, but relying on my lovers forever feels pathetic. The young female receptionist was jarring, but the process wasn’t hard—just a name and her ID were enough.

“They don’t make it too complicated, or people might find it a hassle…” Maki-san explained before we entered the elevator. We fell silent until reaching the third-floor room.

With a click, Maki-san locked the door, sealing us in. Her arm, briefly apart, wrapped around mine again.

“My heart’s gonna stop… this is intense…!” she said. With a bathroom door nearby and a large bed ahead, this was unmistakably a room for sex. Her excitement suggested she was seriously thinking of naughty things with me.

It’s time, I thought, voice trembling. “Maki-san, um…” I started, but she quickly looked up, speaking first.

“Um, Sato-kun… w-what do you want to start with…?” she asked, clinging to me, her softness pressing past my arm. Her erotic question made me swallow hard. Sex with her was now imminent.

I had something to say now that we were in the room. Today, more than ever, I wanted to fulfill her desires.

“N-No, not what I want… I want to do things that make you happy, Maki-san… and if there’s something you want to do to me, I want that too,” I said.

Despite planning, my words didn’t come together smoothly. With sex so close, my thoughts felt floaty.

“I don’t know if I’m saying this right, but… I want to serve you, make you feel good. So, I’m hoping we can combine what you want with that,” I added.

The idea of me serving her might sound creepy, but I hoped she’d forgive my presumption since she’s willing to be with someone like me.

“S-Sato-kun serving me…?” she said, her ears turning red. She seemed to savor my words but then shook her head vigorously.

“I-I shouldn’t make you do that… b-but…” she stammered. If I wasn’t mistaken, her hesitation wasn’t rejection—it didn’t feel negative.

So, I leaned into it, choosing words I’d normally never dare say. “It’s your birthday, Maki-san, so as your lover… I’ll do anything…!”

Boasting about being her lover might seem pathetic, but she shouldn’t hold back, and I needed to say that.

Would she be happy with such a claim? Her slightly teary eyes showed not just anxiety but desire as she looked at me.

“…Is that okay?” she asked, clinging to my chest but not fully pressing against me, maintaining a delicate distance. When I nodded firmly, she looked up, searching for words.

“T-Then, my request… you can totally say no if you don’t like it…!” she said, then proposed, “…I-I want to take a bath together… is that okay…?”

Her expression suggested she regretted saying it, but to me, it was thrilling and instantly arousing.

“Y-Yeah, it’s fine,” I replied, and she said, “T-Thanks…!” With this adorable girl, unfit for someone like me, I opened the bathroom door.

Serving her was something I’d thought about for two days, akin to caring for her. Her bath suggestion felt like a chance to do that, beyond just sexual acts.

So, I undressed first and started filling the tub. I wanted to see her in her underwear or undressing but held back, entering the bathroom, rinsing the tub, and turning on the faucet.

Maki-san said, “W-Wait, I was gonna do that…!” but I thought I should do this, birthday or not. Still, her kindness made her thank me.

“Ugh, Sato-kun… thanks… I-I should wash before getting in, right…?” she said apologetically, starting to wet herself with the shower. Her naked body, seen before, was still breathtakingly beautiful and erotic.

Her G-cup breasts, slightly sagging due to their size, were far from sloppy—irresistibly alluring, capable of fueling endless fantasies. I’d want to fondle them forever or have her paizuri me endlessly, but considering her feelings, I couldn’t be that forceful, though my heart desired it.

Her distinct nipples, soft tummy, and pronounced hips gleamed with water droplets. Her voluptuous, un-student-like body mesmerized me again.

But just staring would satisfy only me. So, I boldly proposed, “…Maki-san, c-can I wash you… y-your body…?”

I almost chickened out with “hair or something,” but summoned courage. Washing her would excite me immensely, hardening me, yet my desire to serve her was genuine.

If she thought me a creepy pervert, that was fine—I shouldn’t even touch her body. But she yelped, “H-Hya!” nearly dropping the showerhead, a cute reaction that made my heart leap, fearing I’d misstepped.

“…T-This isn’t a prank, right? Really okay?” she asked, looking around before realizing I was serious. I nodded, and she replied, “T-Then, I-I’d like that…!” with a sweet stumble.

“It’s okay if you’re rough…” she said, sitting on the chair, exposing her back. Her wet, glossy semi-long black hair shone as I took shampoo, lathering it.

“I’m touching you now,” I said, starting at her scalp. She flinched briefly but relaxed, letting me wash carefully.

“My head feels floaty… it’s gentle and warm…” she said, her voice tinged with tension but calmer. My clumsy touch pleasing her was beyond gratifying.

“You’re good at this, Sato-kun… have you done it before…?” she asked, not angry but curious, yet I felt like I was being questioned about infidelity.

“Y-Yeah, a few times with Yuki at home,” I answered honestly. Whether siblings bathing together is normal, I don’t know, but since I’d told Maki-san about Yuki, I was more open.

“Got it… you’re really close, huh… ehehe,” she said with a cute laugh, her turned face showing no anger, just sincerity.

After rinsing her hair, it gleamed more. Until now, my heart stayed relatively calm.

“…I’ll wash your back now…?” I said. From here, it would get erotic. Serving her by washing her body would inevitably arouse me.

“Y-Yes,” she replied. I started scrubbing her back, her smooth skin something I shouldn’t touch, accelerating my heartbeat.

Her back, a safe zone for my lust, didn’t take long to lather. Reaching just above her seated hips, my hands paused, unsure where to go.

“S-Sato-kun…!” she said, turning her head. Fearing she’d say no, I braced, but she continued, “I-I might be presumptuous, but… maybe you’re hesitating to touch me, so I need to say…”

Stammering, she looked at me, resolute. “N-Now, and all day… no, always, you don’t need to hold back. Touch me however you want… it’s okay…?”

She turned, facing me seated, her G-cup breasts, soft upper body, and slightly hairy groin fully exposed. My cock was rock-hard, and she saw it. “Ugh… Sato-kun’s cock…” she murmured provocatively, looking down.

“Maybe I’m getting carried away since it’s my birthday… I’ll probably make weird noises, but… wash me however you want, please…!” she said, arms squeezing her chest, adorable and erotic. The upcoming intimacy was now undeniable.

“T-Thanks… I’ll start washing…!” I said. Washing her and making her feel good—my service began. Kneeling before her G-cup breasts, I reached for her neck.