In a World of Reversed Chastity, I’m Rumored to Be an Easy Bitch (♂) Among Lustful Girls - 47

Chapter 47: Uoooh! I’m Like a Human Power Plant! (Ayame’s POV)

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◆(Ayame’s POV)

『—Onee-chan…! I-I can’t…!』

Within the confinement of this lonely apartment, there was just me. It was the morning of a holiday and I didn’t have any plans. An adult video was being played on my smartphone. 

On the screen was a boy who looked a bit young—though, of course, over eighteen—thrusting his hips eagerly toward a woman’s body.

Ah, crap… This is it… This is it…!

I had developed a peculiar fetish where only boys like this could arouse me. If I had to be picky, “little brother” themes were my absolute favorite.

『Ahh…! No…! I can’t…! No more…!』

The boy on the screen trembled with a desperate expression on his face. I timed myself skillfully to reach my climax at the same moment.

“Nn…! …Fuu… Haa… Haa…”

The motor sound of my trusty electric massager echoed in the room. An artificial pleasure. An artificial sound. Just hearing the sound of my trusty electric massager was enough to make me feel somewhat forlorn. 

I had done it again.   It had been one of those mornings where I woke up feeling restless and figured I’d calm myself down with a quick wanking session. But when I did it out of habit like this, a wave of lethargy always hit me afterward, leaving me wondering, “What am I even doing?”

“Haa… It’s not enough…”  

Normally, these videos were enough to keep me in check, but lately, they hadn’t been enough to satisfy me. I had a vague idea why though.  Ever since that incident. Yes, the incident that happened after I had taken Asahi-kun, my little brother’s friend, out for a meal. That incident had been lingering in my mind ever since. 

“Asahi-kun back then was just… Ugh, I can never say this out loud, but it got me so excited…”

During that incident, Asahi-kun had been confined by a woman who was a habitual molester. He had been bound with ropes while she subjected him to all sorts of sexual mischief.   I had been in the same room, tied up myself, unable to do anything but watch, yet for some reason, I was mesmerized by the sight of that woman toying with Asahi-kun.

She teased him with feather-light touches, alternating between gentle and intense touches, draining him. While watching a boy still young enough to be called a teenager climax repeatedly, I had been feeling aroused, much to my shame. 

I was supposed to help him, but if I had, I wouldn’t have been able to see Asahi-kun in such a vulnerable state. If I had gotten serious, I probably could’ve done something about those ropes, but I chose to stay passive instead.  

That boy was a mystery.   He wasn’t particularly beautiful, nor was he exactly the “little brother” type I was obsessed with. There was no reason for me to be obsessed with him, yet I couldn’t stop thinking about Asahi-kun.

Huh? Chocolate Bubbles? That idol group?

Oh, yeah, they existed. They were cute, but when I thought about Asahi-kun, they didn’t matter anymore.

“But it’s totally bad, right…? I mean, doing something like that would be a crime… I have to hold back…”

I wanted to tease Asahi-kun a little, make him writhe like he did back then. Then I’d pamper him to death and have him call me “Onee-chan, Onee-chan.” That said… No matter how you looked at it, this desire of mine was downright forbidden. In order to function properly in society, I had to keep this urge down somehow. 

Hence why I decided to masturbate this early in the holiday morning and yet… I felt like I was fighting a futile battle with no end in sight. 

“…One more time won’t hurt, right?”

I flipped the switch on the electric massager again. I figured I should switch to a different video, so I scrolled through my phone. The list was packed with “little brother” videos. I couldn’t get excited by anything else anymore.

With a fetish this warped, I had never had a boyfriend in my life. On top of that, back in high school, I was all about wrestling, so I lacked the charm of other girls my age. Chopped-off, unsexy short hair. An unnecessarily tall frame and large chest, and a bit of extra fat from quitting wrestling.

Even if my fetish weren’t so strange, I probably wouldn’t have landed a boyfriend anyway. Studying at a women’s university, I had gotten a few advances from other women. Of course, I turned them down instantly. Dating a girl wasn’t my thing.  

The electric massager kept buzzing on its “strong” setting, making an inorganic noise.   A different video played on my phone now. This time, it was a popular series where a cheeky boy bullied an older girl—a so-called “bratty boy” trope.  

『Come on, try harder! That pathetic face of yours is hilarious. You loser!~♡』

『What? You’re already done? Come on, put in some effort… At least enough to satisfy me! Not that you can, though!』

『Hmm, you think that counts as trying? Old aunty, you’re so adorable… Ha!』

It started with aggressive taunts, but gradually the tables turned, and by the end, the older girl’s dominance left the boy completely undone—a classic setup for this kind of trope.

『Hey, I’ll let it slide this time, so let’s call it quits, yeah? I’m known for being generous and kind, you know?』

『Oi… This is too much… I’m begging you, let’s stop, okay? Please…?』

『Wait, wait! I-I can’t…! If you keep going, I…!』

The boy, now a mess, let out pitiful whimpers. This series was so good every now and then. I knew it wasn’t great to keep indulging in these borderline criminal series, but my heart rate was already climbing.

Ugh, this is bad…

My body arched like a bow, and I let out a sigh as I came again.

“…Fuu… What am I even doing?”

I was supposed to be an adult by now. I really needed to fix this fetish… Even though I knew that, I was already scrolling for the next video.

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