My Little Sister Is the Best F*p Material

Volume 4 Chapter 10: Lewd Sex and a Maiden’s Heart

Kisses rained down—chu, chu—in the dimly lit room. Lying on the bed, I felt Yamamoto-san’s embrace around my leg as she licked my thigh.

“Nnh… haa…!”

Each lick tightened my inner thigh muscles. Her ample breasts pressed against my body, her thick tongue and lips tracing my skin.

“Nnfu.”

Through my dripping pre-cum, Yamamoto-san looked up at me. For an hour, she’d been caressing me everywhere but my groin, leaving me teased and desperate.

“Yamamoto-san… I… can’t take it…!”

I needed stimulation there. Starting from my arms, her breast-sandwich caresses had heightened my sensitivity, making every touch of her tongue send shivers through me.

“Can you go another round?”

Yamamoto-san played with my penis, checking its hardness. After her fingers, she took the tip into her mouth, feeling its firmness.

“Aah… ugh… your mouth… it feels so good…!”

Her mouth felt wetter, her tongue rougher, more real than ever. Lost in the sensation, I even imagined we were having sex without a condom.

“Your whole body is so sensitive, it’s fun to touch anywhere.”

My naturally sensitive body had become hyper-responsive to her touch. She licked my penis while caressing my arms and thighs, enjoying my reactions.

“Yamamoto-san… I want… sex…!”

“Hmm? You want it? But you didn’t when I asked earlier.”

She teased, pushing my cheek with her finger.

This was all due to my condition.

After our first time last night, we’d had sex four more times by tonight. Between sessions, we rested and ate, and Yamamoto-san bought more condoms while I slept. An hour after dinner, my penis went soft, refusing to harden. Since then, she’d been teasing me to restore my stamina.

The issue wasn’t my inability to have multiple sessions—

“You had eight rounds with Miyu-chan in two days, separately from me, right?”

It was Yamamoto-san’s strange competitiveness.

My stamina with Miyu was due to my body’s heightened reproductive instincts, producing semen and energy at an unnatural rate. No matter how appealing Yamamoto-san was, this fundamental difference remained. She tried to compensate with cooking and massages, but my body seemed wired for my sister.

“Licking the testicles increases semen, they say.”

Yamamoto-san shifted, positioning my groin near her head. Her buttocks, pink and lewd, were right in front of me, but my excitement was short-lived.

“Nnh… Yamamoto-san… aah…!”

She licked my testicles while sandwiching my penis with her breasts. Her tongue traced my most sensitive area, sometimes taking them into her mouth. Her breasts enveloped my penis, moving in sync with her tongue, gently stroking me. The slow, delicate movements ensured I felt every detail of her soft skin.

“Ugh… that’s… amazing… aah… it feels so good… haa… aaaa…!!”

Despite the slow pace, the stimulation was intense, more than her vagina could provide. Pre-cum dripped, feeling like continuous mini-orgasms.

“Haa, haa… Yamamoto-san… I want to cum… aah… I want to cum…!”

“Hehe… mmm… if you want to cum, use my body however you like.”

She glanced at the condom beside the pillow, resuming her licking. We’d agreed to use each other’s bodies freely, though she usually took the lead.

“Then… I will…”

I moved my hips, feeling my hardness against her breasts, and tore open the condom wrapper. Sliding out from between her breasts, I grabbed her buttocks.

“Anh… you’re so rough, Sotomichi-kun…”

Yamamoto-san thrust out her hips, her expression dreamy. This was my first time in this position, but hesitation would ruin the mood.

I put on the condom, kneeling, and entered her from behind.

“Nnh… aahn… it’s so hard… inside me…!”

Back entry was less stimulating than her riding me, but the view of her naked body was breathtaking. With each thrust, her breasts jiggled, and she gradually lost strength, her arms giving way. Her submission was exhilarating.

From this angle, I could see her vaginal entrance, her walls stretching as I withdrew, the lewd sight heightening my excitement. Each thrust felt like dominating her, and just groping her buttocks gave me a sense of power.

“Naah… Sotomichi-kun… aah, aahn… you’re so deep… aah… nnh… aaaaah…!”

“Your body… it’s perfect…!”

“Nnh, haa… aah, more… use me more…!”

I thrust relentlessly, fiercely, showing her my desire.

I wasn’t sure if this rough sex pleased her, but her expression seemed genuine. The rougher I was, the more she melted.

I wrapped my arms around her breasts, doggy-style, groping her soft breasts while thrusting wildly.

“Yamamoto-san…!”

“Nnh, hyaan, ahh…! Ah, ahh… Sotomichi-kun… this… I love it…!”

With each thrust, her juices splattered, our lust consuming us.

It was more like rubbing my penis in her hole than sex. As my stamina waned, Yamamoto-san took over, flipping me onto my back.

“Don’t stop.”

She smiled cutely, riding me. Grabbing my waist, she impaled herself on me.

“Ngu… nnh… ahh… Sotomichi-kun…!”

“Ugh… Yamamoto-san… ahh…!”

She gave me no rest, her hips moving wildly, her lewdness beautiful. After greedily taking me, she leaned over, her hips moving obscenely, impaling herself again and again.

Her contractions and relentless movements pushed me to the edge.

I wanted to cum, and make her cum too. Our desires drove us, our hips colliding. Finally, our lust peaked simultaneously.

“Anh, nnguaah… ah, ahh, Sotomichi-kun… I’m… ugh…!!”

“Yamamoto-san… Yamamoto-san… I’m… cumming…!!”

Our excitement climaxed together. As she clung to me, her contractions triggered my orgasm, and I released deeply inside her.

“Haa… haa… Yamamoto-san… it was amazing…”

“Phew… hehe… sex with you is so good…”

We lay breathless on the bed.

“Was I too rough?”

“No. I want more like that.”

“More? Like a tool… is that okay? I thought you didn’t like being forced.”

I worried about triggering her trauma.

“It’s okay. You’re different from them.”

“Different?”

“Yeah, completely. Being used when I want it and when I don’t—it’s totally different.”

“I see.”

“So, use me a lot…”

“O-okay.”

Her words were so erotic, they made my heart race.

She pulled me close, lulling me to sleep. We bathed when needed, ate when hungry, and alternated between rest and sex. Our lives became indulgent.

On workdays, Yamamoto-san prepared my suit, taking care of everything. She did the same for her father and brothers at home, finding it stressful not to. Used to sharing chores with Miyu, I felt uneasy being cared for, but I accepted it for her sake.

Checking my work email, I headed to the train. The day before work, the company sent a final confirmation, which had saved me from forgetting tasks.

My second summer job was preparing a ceremonial hall for a brass band. Unlike an arena, there was no standing room, so setup was minimal.

Without long merchandise lines like at idol concerts, it was an easy job, but it was my limit. With Yamamoto-san, she took the lead, and her care kept me energized, but outside, the fatigue hit hard.

As usual, my job was to guide people to the toilets and smoking area. Standing alone in the empty corridor, I felt soulless.

Thinking of Yamamoto-san’s smile and voice, her constant praise and head pats, I felt addicted to her sweetness.

The ceremonial hall, a city-run facility, stays open late for performances. My shift ended after dark. Yamamoto-san had messaged me to come straight home, as she’d finished her part-time job earlier.

Just as I thought my work was done, collecting arrow-marked placards and tape-made signs, I bumped into Agyou-san, unexpectedly.

“Soto-chi, you were here? I didn’t notice!”

“Same here.”

Event staff assignments are often decided on the spot, so we usually end up working nearby. But if we don’t notice each other at the start, we might not realize we’re working together until the end.

“Keitaro-san isn’t here, right?”

“No, he’s not here today. We’re not always together, you know.”

Agyou-san looked uncomfortable, turning away. I noticed a tiny glimmer in her ear—a piercing, hidden by her hair.

“Do you usually wear piercings, Agyou-san?”

Event staff aren’t allowed jewelry, though some sneak it in. I’d never seen her wear one before.

“Uh… did you notice? Hehe.”

She seemed happy yet embarrassed, covering her ear.

Her reaction puzzled me until our way home.

“Is it a gift from Keitaro-san?”

Turns out, they’re dating. Their mutual attraction, sparked by Yamamoto-san, had surfaced.

“Yeah, a dating anniversary gift. It’s his first girlfriend, so he’s excited.”

She seemed more mature. For Agyou-san, usually serious, to wear jewelry at work—people change with small triggers.

Given their closeness at work, dating wasn’t surprising. But after the drinking incident, I couldn’t help but wonder if that played a part.

“Well, not entirely… but we did… um… last night and today, a bit faster than usual…”

She denied it but admitted their progress. With no one to consult at university, she likely found it easier to talk to someone like me, with few connections.

I declined her invitation to drink, not wanting to keep Yamamoto-san waiting. Her cooking was better anyway. Instead, I walked partway home with her.

As expected, she asked about sex.

“You’re experienced, right, Soto-chi?”

While my history wasn’t long, Yamamoto-san’s frankness about our relationship made Agyou-san think I was a playboy. I never thought her bombshell would lead to this.

“I didn’t mean to be weird! I just want to be memorable to him…”

“I see. I thought girls weren’t that proactive about sex.”

“Really? Am I strange?”

“No, it’s a great attitude. But why?”

With a long relationship, memorability shouldn’t be an issue.

“Because guys… you know, do it alone, right? Even with a girlfriend. I want to be… you know… his focus!”

Ah, she wants to be his fantasy, not other women. That makes sense, though preferences differ.

“It’s hard to use the same fantasy repeatedly.”

Unless you’re like me, needing my sister.

“AVs are the best study material.”

“But the internet says not to learn from them?”

“For men, yes. But for women, they’re idealized, so they’re good for understanding male desires.”

“I see. But watching those gross scenes repeatedly…”

Such a devoted girlfriend. Keitaro-san is lucky, though he may not realize it. Their relationship’s success depends on how much freedom she allows him.

I advised her, then headed home—Yamamoto-san’s place.

“Welcome back, Sotomichi-kun.”

Her sweet voice greeted me. Her apron-clad, housewife-like allure was irresistible, despite my fatigue. My body may have been tired, but my libido wasn’t.

“You love my apron look, don’t you?”

She smiled, noticing my reaction.

“I might greet you like this every day, just for this.”

I’d never heard of a girl preparing dinner just to see a guy’s reaction, but with Yamamoto-san, I believed it.

Her healing presence was irresistible. My arousal was a testament to her relaxation.

She took my bag and jacket, disappearing into the room. She’d lent me a convenient pouch, better than a bulky bag for work. Most young staff used backpacks, making formal bags stand out.

I headed to the bath, wondering if clothes would be ready afterward. Yamamoto-san always prepared them, unless she wanted me naked—a sign of her plans.

This time, clothes were ready, meaning dinner first. I found her setting the table, looking like a wife. Could this be her future husband’s daily life? He’d need self-discipline.

We sat side by side, eating casually. Unlike with Miyu, we shared dishes, leaning against the bed, me cross-legged, her knees up.

“You like mild flavors, no strong dislikes, but avoid bitter foods.”

Yamamoto-san summarized my preferences from our meals.

“But your semen is very bitter.”

“My apologies.”

“Is it even called bitter? That warm, thick liquid makes me gag.”

“You compared it to tadpoles.”

“Want to try it?”

“I’ll pass.”

Yuka, Sachiko, and even Miyu said it was awful. I lacked the courage.

“You should try it someday.”

Miyu said the same. Maybe I should know its taste, but I feared it would stop me from asking girls to drink it.

“Do you have food dislikes?”

“Potato salad, coleslaw—mayonnaise-based dishes.”

“Why?”

“My brothers overload them with mayo.”

“Unfair blame.”

“Yeah, hehe.”

We chatted, clearing the table. I helped carry dishes as she washed. I noticed a unfamiliar phone charging—a different model from hers.

“Two phones?”

She stopped washing, turning to me.

“My old phone. The trade-in value was low, so I kept the data—apps, photos. I used to transfer everything, but it got tedious.”

Her previous phone. Cloud storage helps, but transferring is still a hassle.

“Curious?”

She finished washing, returning to the room, unlocking the phone.

“My dad transferred old photos. There are quite a few.”

“Really? I want to see!”

Her childhood photos. She must’ve been adorable. I wondered what she looked like before her current figure.

“Here’s me in elementary school.”

“Wow, you were quite the rebel.”

“Right?”

Elementary school Yamamoto-san had her hair styled boldly, looking like a mini yankee. Her forehead was clear, her hair tied in a topknot, surrounded by classmates I’d never associate with. Her photos showed her in simple sneakers and sweatpants or full makeup with boots—a stark contrast.

“I tried my hardest back then, but I didn’t get any attention!”

“That’s surprising.”

She looked tough, even for a sixth grader. At that age, girls are often taller, and her glare would’ve frozen me.

“See the girl waving in the back? She stole most of the guys’ attention. She was the mini-basketball captain, so no one dared challenge her.”

Kids bully those who stand out, but that girl’s popularity seemed protected, perhaps by Yamamoto-san.

“Then I switched to a pure style.”

Next, she showed me a photo from junior high. Her black hair was straight, a stark contrast to her earlier self.

And she was incredibly cute—my type.

“You liked this style, didn’t you?”

“Absolutely…”

“She resembles Miyu-chan, doesn’t she?”

“Very much so.”

Junior high Yamamoto-san was slightly taller than Miyu then. Girls grow early, but Yamamoto-san still had room to grow.

Her chest was smaller than Miyu’s now. Miyu might become as busty as Yamamoto-san.

“You seem very pleased.”

Yamamoto-san poked my crotch, and I realized I was tenting. Despite enjoying her old photos, my body reacted to Miyu’s resemblance.

“Sorry…”

“You’re such a naughty brother. Would you react the same to Miyu-chan’s photos?”

“Probably…”

It was a sad truth. I was aroused by Yamamoto-san’s resemblance to Miyu.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself. It’s not like I just found out you get excited over Miyu-chan.”

She patted my crotch, trying to comfort me.

Her words were comforting, not as a masochist, but as someone understanding my needs.

Right, no need to be gloomy.

“Feel free to look through the folder.”

She pulled my pants, signaling me to take them off. She’d suck me off while I looked at the photos.

I was used to exposing myself to her, but it was still nerve-wracking.

I took off my pants, holding her phone, and my erection sprang up. She took it into her mouth, sucking eagerly.

Her fellatio was always warm and wet. I’d heard cold mouths were unpleasant, but Yamamoto-san would never be like that. We hadn’t kissed, but her tongue would feel amazing.

“Mmm… mmm… chubu… nku…”

I felt her mouth’s warmth while looking at the photos. Many resembled Miyu, some even showing panties.

This might be too stimulating. My semen would be thick, and I felt guilty making her drink it.

But I wanted to cum. I hadn’t ejaculated in her mouth recently.

“Yamamoto-san… I’m… close…!”

I had the perfect stimulus—Miyu’s look-alike.

“Hehe. You always want to cum quickly when I give head. Haa… mmm… chubu…”

Her comment made me realize I often rushed to ejaculate during fellatio, accustomed to cumming in Miyu’s mouth.

“Nnh… nnh… chupu…”

“Aah… ahh…! Yamamoto-san, sorry…! I’m cumming…!!”

“Nnh!? Nnh… nmm…!”

Byu, dobyu, byuru, byukubyuku, byururu—!!

I ejaculated forcefully into her mouth. The thick semen shot through my urethra, feeling intense.

“Ugh… ugh… uuu…”

As expected, she gagged, tears in her eyes. I felt guilty, though I knew it was coming.

“Sorry! You can spit it out if you want!”

“Nnh… ugh… nku… haa. I… swallowed…”

She reported, nose running, tears in her eyes. Making her drink it was dominating, but seeing her struggle was painful.

“Thanks, but don’t force yourself.”

“Umm… I thought you’d be happier if I drank it… Maybe not?”

Her expression shifted between bright and gloomy.

“No, I’m super happy! I love it when you drink it, but seeing you struggle… it’s complicated.”

“Sorry… I should drink it more happily.”

She looked more apologetic than her words. Most girls wouldn’t drink semen, and my thick load made it worse. She had no reason to feel bad.

“It’s my semen’s fault.”

“Yeah… so I thought I should at least drink it for you.”

“Huh?”

I was confused.

She was surprised by my reaction.

“Since Miyu-chan doesn’t drink it, right?”

“Oh… right…”

She drank it because she thought no one else would. Just as I tried to please her, she sacrificed herself for me.

I was overwhelmed, almost tearing up.

“So… Sotomichi-kun…?”

“Sorry… to you and Miyu…”

I apologized excessively, explaining my history with Miyu, including her drinking my semen.

“So Miyu-chan drinks it calmly, even eagerly.”

“Yes…”

Initially, she just received it, but recently, she’d even squeezed it into her mouth. Despite calling it disgusting, she might enjoy it.

“So Miyu-chan drinks it more happily…!”

“Yes…”

Yamamoto-san’s tone was strong, and she slumped, looking defeated.

“That’s… a huge blow…”

“It’s a physical thing, so don’t worry.”

It wasn’t about who was better; Miyu’s ability was unusual, given Yuka and Sachiko’s reactions.

“But it’s frustrating.”

She pouted, looking like a young girl. A rare sight.

“I have three days left. I’ll find something…”

From then on, we became lazy. I did nothing but sex, eat, and game. At first, I thought it was fine, but it became a habit.

“Is this game online?”

“I match with random players or guild members for quests.”

“Do you meet these people offline?”

“Sometimes.”

We lounged on the sofa, cuddling, or sat back-to-back, using her breasts as a pillow while gaming.

“Here, a new snack. Try it.”

“Thanks.”

She was always by my side, feeding me snacks.

“Ahh, Yamamoto-san…!”

“Hehe. You’re in a quest, Sotomichi-kun.”

Sometimes, she’d play with me during gaming, and I’d enjoy her touches while battling.

“Gaming gets tiring. Let’s sleep soon.”

“Okay…”

I fell asleep, enjoying her breasts, my desires satisfied. With no game limits and work fatigue, I slept deeply.

When I woke, my vision was blurry, but Yamamoto-san was still beside me.

“Hmm? You’re awake?”

“I’m up. Good morning.”

“Good morning, Sotomichi-kun. Let’s take it easy today too.”

Yamamoto-san patted my head, still groggy, and went to the kitchen. She brought breakfast, along with a washbasin and toothbrush.

“Let’s clean your mouth first.”

She handed me a cup of water, and I rinsed and brushed my teeth. The gentle cleaning made my libido stir.

“Already excited?”

She stroked my penis casually.

“Ahh…!”

Facing her, I sucked on her exposed breast while she stroked me.

“Mmm… nnh…”

“No need to hold back. Enjoy it.”

“Mmm…”

She pleasured me, and I ejaculated, sinking back into sleep.

“Sotomichi-kun, your game is available again. Let’s do a quest.”

“Hmm? Okay…”

I played for a while, unsure how long I’d slept. It felt like morning, but it was dark, and I felt like I’d been lying here for days.

Yamamoto-san cooked, and we ate, bathed, and returned to bed. Time felt distorted, but I didn’t care.

Next time, we were naked, her skin against mine, arousing me.

“Time for exercise, Sotomichi-kun.”

She put on a condom. Nearby, eight used condoms lay, their origins unclear.

I knew sex felt good, and it made Yamamoto-san happy. I entered her, lying on top.

“Yamamoto-san… nnh… ahh…!”

“Aahn… faaa… Sotomichi-kun…!”

I sucked her breast, thrusting deeply, lost in pleasure.

“Aah… aah…! Yamamoto-san… haa… aaaa… it feels so good… aah… aaaahh!!”

Each thrust brought intense pleasure.

“Hehe. Time to switch, I think… aah, nnh… here we go.”

She flipped me onto my back, riding me.

“You’ll cum without my help this time.”

She impaled herself, her expression predatory, sadistic.

“Ugh… aah… aaaaahh!!”

Her vagina felt like a tight mouth, each thrust overwhelming.

She moved expertly, keeping me in blissful ignorance.

“Haa… so good… Yamamoto-san… aah… aaaahh…!!”

“Aahn, haan… hehe. If it feels this good, just cum.”

Her juices mixed with mine, and I wanted to stay inside her forever.

“If you cum, I’ll give you more pleasure.”

“Aah, aah, more… haaaa… aaaaahh…!!”

My testicles tightened, semen rising.

I wanted to cum, but something held me back. I knew I could, but something stopped me.

Just then, my phone vibrated.

Yamamoto-san picked it up, smirking, and placed it beside me.

“Hehe. What should I do?”

I had no time to think before Miyu’s voice came through.

“Onii-chan? Where are you?”

Her voice—unmistakable.

“Ugh… ugh… aah… ugh…!!”

Yamamoto-san thrust relentlessly, her vagina overwhelming me. I suppressed my moans, but I had to answer naturally.

“Hello? Miyu? Can you hear me?”

I couldn’t respond, trapped in pleasure.

“If you don’t answer, I’ll hang up. Onii-chan?”

I had to reply, but I couldn’t move.

“Aah… Mi… nnh…!!”

Voices would turn into moans. I couldn’t resist Yamamoto-san’s vaginal massage. The resistance itself was already meaningless.

“Hehe. You’re trying hard, Sotomichi-kun.”

Yamamoto-san thrust her hips, creating sounds loud enough for Miyu to hear over the phone.

“Nnh, ah… Hello? Miyu-chan? Sotomichi-kun’s here.”

“Oh, Yamamoto-san. Good evening. Are you busy?”

“Nope. So, you need Sotomichi-kun urgently?”

“Yes… Onii-chan? Can you hear me?”

Yamamoto-san and Miyu had a normal conversation over the speakerphone. How could they be so calm in this situation?

“Haa, ah, Miyu… sorry… I can’t… right now!”

“It’s okay. Just reply to my message tonight. I need to know your work schedule for tomorrow.”

Miyu’s call was about work. Just for that, she called during sex. Her tone suggested I’d ignored her messages, but still, this timing?

“Understood, haa, ugh, understood!”

I didn’t know today’s date, so I couldn’t confirm tomorrow’s schedule. If it was the last day, work would be the next day, but it didn’t feel like that much time had passed. Yet, Miyu’s call suggested otherwise.

“Okay, Onii-chan.”

As the call was about to end, Yamamoto-san leaned closer.

“Hehe. Sotomichi-kun?”

Her suggestive tone made Miyu pause before hanging up.

“Which is better, sex with me or with Miyu-chan?”

An impossible question. How could I answer with Miyu listening?

“That’s… aah…!”

Yamamoto-san’s pleasure continued, and from the phone came an unexpected prompt.

“Which is better, Onii-chan?”

Miyu joined in, leaving no room for evasion. The answer was simple, yet difficult.

Because, yes, Yamamoto-san had cared for me, had sex with me, praised me, and made me feel good. Today, she prepared meals, bathed me, brushed my teeth, and even this intense sex was something Miyu would never do. I could suck her breasts whenever I wanted, get a blowjob whenever horny, and she accepted my desires, patting my head.

“Sotomichi-kun?”

Her vagina tightened around my penis. Her smiling face was mesmerizing.

“Which is better, me or Miyu-chan?”

She thrust rhythmically, her vagina overwhelming my senses.

“Aah… aaaaahh…!”

Thinking of her devotion, the answer was clear.

I loved sex with—

“Miyu…!”

Miyu’s voice reminded me of our past sex. Her rough handjobs, her reluctant yet complete acceptance of my semen, her deep sibling love.

“Haa, ugh… aah… sex with Miyu is… better…!”

“Nnh… what? That’s… nnh…!”

My penis, hardened by Miyu’s voice, pushed back against Yamamoto-san’s vagina. Her thrusts stopped, and I began pistoning, using her vagina like a masturbation tool.

“Ugh… nnh…! Ah, why… nnh…! Even though it’s me…! In front of her… it feels like cuckolding…!”

“Well, Onii-chan is a hopeless siscon, so it’s understandable.”

Miyu’s voice continued. She’d heard everything.

“So, Onii-chan, make Yamamoto-san cum, then you can cum too.”

Miyu’s words made my erection swell beyond limits. My hardened penis thrust deeply, marking her vagina with each stroke.

“Nnh, hyo, aah, aaan…! Sotomichi-kun’s… so intense… aaan… aah… no, stop…!!”

Yamamoto-san’s reactions changed, her body spasming with genuine moans. I could make her cum.

“Yamamoto-san…!! Aah… haa… aaaaahh… Yamamoto-san…!!”

“Hufu, nyu, uuu… aah, ahn… stop… haa… I’m… cumming… nnh…!!”

Even after she climaxed, I continued thrusting, again and again, until her voice was hoarse. I ejaculated with each thrust, as Miyu allowed, until my semen was depleted.

“Ugh… aah… aaa…”

We collapsed, exhausted. The condom was filled with semen, almost slipping out.

After catching our breath, my trance lifted.

“Ugh… complete defeat…”

Yamamoto-san sighed.

“Sorry…”

“Hehe. It’s fine. I knew I couldn’t beat Miyu-chan.”

She smiled, back to her usual self.

“And sorry for being rough at the end.”

“It’s okay. You made me feel amazing.”

Her dangerous choice of words made my heart race. I removed the condom, wiping myself with tissue, and we hugged, comforting each other.

“It was a fun week.”