After I Rescued a Beautiful Woman From a Stalker, She Started Spoiling Me and Turning Me Into a No-Good Freeloader - Chapter 72 - My Body and Mind Are Melting Away

Chapter 72 – My Body and Mind Are Melting Away

At Enoshima, there were some incidents that made me nervous, but after that I was able to return to a relaxed atmosphere and enjoy the trip.

In Kamakura, there were specific ways to take picturesque photos. I had a lot of fun trying to take good photos in tricky poses.

What I learned from this trip is that Yumi is a foodie, and Sumire has become more wary of men than before.

I wonder if I should learn some self-defense techniques to protect the two of them in the future?

“Are we going home already? It was so much fun.”

“Yeah, it was fun for me too, considering it’s been years since I went on a trip. Of course, it’s because you two were with me, so thank you.”

“You-nii, you’re so honest.”

“Fufu, we also had fun because Youichi-san was with us.”

It has become natural for the three of us to walk hand in hand. I’m glad I carried my luggage in a backpack.

After the incident with the delinquent, I feel like the three of us have become even closer.

I thought we were already close before, but maybe our hearts have gotten closer too?

Even during the train ride from Kanagawa to Tokyo, Yumi rested her head on me and Sumire held my hand.

“Youichi-san, let’s keep going on lots of trips together from now on.”

Perhaps out of concern for my anxiety, Sumire talks to me about the future.

“Yeah. I want to be with you two forever. And I want to go on more trips like this again.”

“Yes! Absolutely!”

Sumire gave me a dazzlingly beautiful smile.

We changed trains and returned home.

Yumi fell asleep on the way, so I carried her back home.

Yumi is petite, so she’s light when I carry her on my back.

With my backpack in front of me, Yumi’s softness pressing against my back felt nice.

“I’ll open the door.”

“Yeah, thank you.”

After putting Yumi on the bed, we finally unpacked our bags. I guess we’re tired from all the fun.

Yumi seemed energetic, but I think she was just trying to lighten up the mood.

“Ah, being home is really nice~”

“Yes, that’s right. Are you hungry, Youichi-san?”

“Forget about that. Sumire, come here.”

Sumire wanted to take care of me as soon as we got home, but I took her hand and pulled her to the sofa.

Sumire, who was pulled by the arm and sat down on my lap, looked surprised, but when she realized that she was on top of me, she looked happy.

“You’re being forceful. And that was dangerous.”

“Even though your words sound like you’re angry, you have a smile on your face. You’ve worked hard today, Sumire. Let’s relax together for a little while.”

“Well, I guess I can’t help it. Since Youichi-san forcefully pulled me over, I also feel like resting.”

She wrapped her arms around my neck and put my head on her shoulder.

Although Sumire’s chest is larger than Yumi and she’s also taller, she still feels light so I don’t feel the weight when she sits on my lap.

Rather, I feel happy because of her soft body.

I can smell Sumire’s sweet scent and it feels so comforting.

“Chuu~”

Sumire kissed my neck.

It was soft and ticklish, and she’s snuggling against my cheek.

It’s unusual for Sumire, who usually takes care of me, to act so affectionate like this.

Maybe she was being considerate because Yumi was also with us during the trip?

Did she think I was paying too much attention to Yumi?

Or maybe she was pretending to be strong because Yumi was there during that scary incident at Enoshima?

Whatever it is, Sumire acting so spoiled like this is so cute.

“Sumire.”

I slowly stroke her smooth, beautiful hair.

“Nnnn.”

I could hear Sumire’s voice sounding like she’s feeling good, so I hugged her.

Her waist is so thin that it feels like it might break if I hold it with too much force.

However, her breasts are huge and it feels really good when I fondle them.

“Does it feel good?”

Sumire whispered temptingly into my ear, deliberately pressing her chest against me.

“Yeah, it feels good.”

“Fufu, my size has grown again recently. When I went to buy a bra the other day, I was told that I have an H cup.”

“Huh?!! H cup!!”

A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H……

An alphabet I’ve never heard associated with cup sizes before…

When we bathed together, Sumire’s breasts were definitely floating, and you’re telling me that they’re still growing?!!!

“They grew bigger because Youichi-san played with them too much.”

Today, Sumire is not only acting spoiled, but also whispers temptations mischievously.

While whispering in my ear, she kissed my neck and cheeks.

“Sumire.”

I called her name and pressed my lips to hers.

I don’t want to be the kind of guy who does nothing after being seduced like this.

“Fufu, can’t hold back anymore?”

“Were you aiming for this?”

“Of course. Now that we’re together, I want you to pay attention to me.”

“Then I’ll only look at Sumire for now.”

“Yes!”

Sumire tightened her arms around my neck happily.

Just by doing that, her H cup breasts were crushed on me and I could feel their amazing elasticity.

Her body, which had been facing my side, turned to face me and we hugged each other in a straddling position, kissing passionately.

It’s the first time I’ve seen Sumire acting so openly spoiled, but this has created a gap between the current Sumire and her usual self. All I can say is she’s just too adorable!

Sumire has become more expressive than when I first met her. I’ve seen more of her faces that I had never seen before.

But I still want to know more about her.

I want to cherish her. I want Sumire’s everything…

“Fufu, Youichi-san loves my breasts, doesn’t he?”

Before I knew it, I had buried my face in Sumire’s chest as she straddled herself on my lap.

I just want to drown in this plump, blissful softness.

“I’ll drown you.”

“Huh?”

As if my heart had been read, I looked up and Sumire’s lips covered mine, stealing them away.

My body and mind…everything melted away.

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T/N: If you like chastity reversal novels, check this novel out: I Reincarnated to a Chastity Reversal World Where Men Can’t “Do It” After They Turn 30