My Little Sister Is the Best F*p Material - Volume 5 Chapter 5: No Sex With Lolita Outfit

Volume 5 Chapter 5: No Sex With Lolita Outfit

It’s been one day since I and Miyu became a couple. With the offline meetup scheduled for tomorrow, neither of us has work or other plans. The only thing left to do is finish the remaining school assignments, but it would be dishonest to spend the day after getting a girlfriend on homework.

So, what’s the honest thing to do?

“Isn’t your character, the healer, pushing too far forward?”

“It’s fine in the early stages because of attribute compatibility—I barely take any damage.”

We’re lying on the bed together, playing a game. In the middle of a sunny afternoon. Given our naturally reclusive tendencies, going out on a hot summer day would be suicidal, and I wouldn’t dream of risking Miyu’s beautiful, fair skin by going outside.

We’ll go on a date when we get tired of lounging around at home. Anyway, we can’t be affectionate in public, and even on a date, we’d just want to find a quiet place to be alone together.

“Maybe it’s time to switch units.”

“Once Harumaki’s high-level units are down, we’ll deploy ours together.”

The two of us lie side by side, enjoying a multiplayer session of Majomaru. Miyu, with her ample chest, hugs a soft cushion under her breasts for comfort.

Unlike solo play, where you manually control everything, multiplayer involves deploying and swapping units you’ve raised, with most of the action happening automatically. This system was designed to allow players to chat while playing, making it popular among female users, who often find complex game controls challenging.

“Harumaki’s a heavy spender, yet their chat is so girly.”

“Suzuhara’s senior says they’re actually a woman.”

“Do high school girls really have that kind of money?”

“Apparently, she’s a college student. Maybe she’s doing a lucrative part-time job like Haruka and Miyu.”

Most of the players in the multiplayer session are people we’ll meet at tomorrow’s offline meetup. We won’t know the truth until then, but apparently, the group is evenly split between men and women.

“Momochan’s asking if everyone has a partner.”

“Why drop such a bombshell the day before the meetup…?”

“She says she has a boyfriend, so she’s probably trying to set boundaries to avoid harassment tomorrow.”

“Wait, Momochan’s actually a girl?”

Momochan, aka “Peropero Phyllis’ Thighs,” is a player who’s assumed to be a guy pretending to be a girl because of their constant lewd comments in public chat rooms.

People whose online behavior is overly lewd often face harassment at meetups. Miyu’s probably right that Momochan’s trying to set boundaries after hearing about that.

“Everyone’s dodging the question.”

“Yeah, it’s a sensitive topic.”

I’d like to honestly say I have a girlfriend, but throwing fuel on the fire here doesn’t seem wise.

“Want me to teach you how to smoothly dodge the question?”

“That’d be helpful. What should I say?”

“Just say, ‘I’m not interested because my sister would get mad if I had a girlfriend.’”

“That’d just make things more complicated…”

Miyu and I can’t go public with our relationship. While I could claim my sister’s an extreme brocon who’s possessive of me, Suzuhara’s existence would complicate that story.

“Then just be honest and say, ‘I’m so in love with my sister that I can’t imagine dating anyone else.’”

“If you keep this up, I’ll end up hugging you.”

We haven’t had sex today, and we’re lying side by side on the bed. If I’m not careful, my desires might get the better of me.

“I’ve been egging you on since earlier, I want you to embrace me already.”

“Huh? Wait, was that what you were trying to say?”

Even after we became a couple, Miyu’s expression remains neutral when she’s not in the mood, and her hints are so subtle that I often don’t know how to respond.

Lying next to me, Miyu hugs her cushion, face down. Her casual outfit—just a camisole—shows off her white shoulders and the smooth black hair cascading over them, giving her a pure yet alluring look despite her ample chest.

“Onii-chan, it’s the boss battle in the multiplayer.”

As I reach out to Miyu, she, who initiated this, redirects my attention to the game. True, during boss battles in multiplayer, you need to manually manage unit deployments to coordinate skill timings. But honestly, Miyu’s not really focused on that either.

“Miyu.”

As soon as I show my intention to hug her, Miyu snuggles into my arms. She curls up like a little squirrel, setting her phone aside to be held tightly by me.

“Being close to you makes me feel so safe… I wonder why…”

Miyu rubs her head against me. This is her way of asking for more affection, so I wrap my arms around her entire body, careful not to touch her sensitive areas.

The boss battle warning sounds from the phone, and there are new messages in the chat, but right now, all I care about is holding Miyu close.

“It’s nice that we have such similar lifestyles.”

“Yeah, it is. I can always get a tight hug from you.”

We both prefer staying indoors, don’t mind lounging around in our free time, and lately, we’ve been playing games together. At first, I thought she was just trying to match my hobbies, but Miyu seems to genuinely enjoy gaming, and I’m grateful she doesn’t feel the need to be overly considerate.

“What if we spent the whole day in bed like this? What do you think, Miyu?”

“I’m fine with that. Even if it’s for the entire summer break. I wouldn’t force myself to go out when I’m feeling frisky. If we get bored, we can always go somewhere.”

Miyu snuggles closer to me, saying, “We’ve just started dating, after all.” When she was helping me find a girlfriend, she mentioned that my partner needed to be able to handle my strong libido. Miyu accepted that condition when we became a couple.

But I don’t want to only push my desires onto her. If she wants to, I’ll do it. If she’s willing, I’ll ask. That’s enough.

I wonder how much Miyu enjoys sex. She gets turned on enough to masturbate in Lolita fashion, but she’s always been clear that her encounters with Haruka were purely business. It makes me think she’s content with occasional releases.

It’d be rude to ask if she likes sex, though. She seems to get excited just being with me, so maybe I should ask how she handles that instead.

“Does just hugging like this not get you excited, Miyu?”

“If we just hug and fall asleep, I don’t get excited. But being this close makes me gradually horny. And I’m pretty influenced by your desires too.”

“I see.”

We’ve been in bed since breakfast. So Miyu’s probably already feeling frisky. That’s why she teased me into hugging her earlier.

Is she already wet again, like usual? Just thinking about it makes my lower half ache.

“The battle’s over, it seems.”

Miyu hears the boss battle victory BGM and turns her attention to her phone. I pick up mine too.

“We managed to clear it. Suzuhara and Black Rod are asking what happened, though.”

“Just tell them, ‘I was too busy cuddling with my sister to focus.’”

If I say that, I’ll get beaten up at tomorrow’s meetup.

“Should we go to the next stage? What do you think?”

“Go ahead. I’ll be teasing you instead.”

Miyu lifts my T-shirt and starts sucking on my chest.

“Ahh…! That… does it to me…!”

My already semi-erect penis hardens fully in an instant. She rubs it with her hand, smiling satisfied.

“Hehe. Go ahead and play.”

Miyu pulls down my pants, pleasuring me with handjobs and nipple licks simultaneously. I want to undress her and touch her too, but I know she wants to tease me while I’m gaming.

So, I press the multiplayer battle start button. Other players join in place of Miyu and Harumaki, leaving only the guys from tomorrow’s meetup in the chat room. Naturally, the conversation turns to information the girls can’t hear.

‘By the way, I’ve seen photos of tomorrow’s members. In order of cuteness, it’s Harumaki, Kanata, and Momochan. Night Sky from the PC group seems like a girl too, but she didn’t share a photo, so who knows.’

‘For real!? No wonder Black Rod’s got that name!’

‘Harumaki’s seriously cute, so I’m claiming her. The rest are up for grabs. Good luck finding hotels, guys.’

The conversation quickly devolves into crass talk about hooking up at the meetup. Meanwhile, I’m lurking in the chat, doing something way more intimate with the cutest girl in the world. Who’s really the worse one here?

“Mmph… mmm… What’s up?”

“Ah… well…”

Miyu looks up while stroking my penis. It feels so good having my sensitive parts in her hands. She rubs the foreskin, gathers the pre-cum, and smears it over the head, stimulating me.

“Haa… ahh… The guys at the meetup… mmm… seem totally focused on hooking up…”

“Hmm… well… mmm… I guess it doesn’t matter since I can have sex with you when I get home.”

Miyu forms an O with her fingers around the tip of my penis, now sticky with pre-cum, and rubs the underside of the head.

“Mmm…! Ahh…!”

Honestly, I don’t care about what other guys are doing. If they want to hook up, that’s their business. I’m here with Miyu.

‘Looks like only Momochan has a boyfriend. Well, she was hooking up at the last meetup too, so if you’re just looking to get laid, she’s a good target. Though her face is… yeah.’

‘Seriously? But I want to find a proper girlfriend! Also, there’s this guy I want to help lose his virginity!’

Suzuhara and his senior keep talking. The guy they want to help lose his virginity is probably me. How should I break the truth to him?

Ugh, this is bad. More importantly, Miyu’s nipple licking and handjob feel amazing. I might not last much longer.

“Hehe. You’re twitching so much. I’ll drink it for you.”

Miyu slides out of my arms and moves down to my lower body. Without hesitation, she takes my penis into her mouth.

“Ahh… Miyu…! I love your mouth…!!”

It makes me so happy that Miyu gives me blowjobs so naturally now. She’s refused me so many times before, and every time I’ve had to settle for just ejaculating into her mouth, my desire to feel her lips around my penis has only grown.

“Guju… nmu… haa… chu… jupu…”

“Ah, ah, Miyu… I’m… close…!”

“Nmu… chupa. Too soon, Onii-chan.”

“Ah… sorry…”

Like Yamamoto-san pointed out, I can’t hold back when it comes to blowjobs. After being teased by Miyu for so long, my body has become too accustomed to releasing into her mouth.

“Try to hold on a bit longer.”

“I’ll try.”

“If you’re going to cum, say it properly.”

“I know.”

Miyu slows down her movements, restarting the blowjob. When I’m about to climax, she pulls away, focusing on licking my balls and shaft instead.

Just licking doesn’t make me ejaculate. And the exposure to air helps calm my urge. Once I’ve regained some control, Miyu takes my penis back into her mouth and continues.

“Ugh… ahh… I… I’m… close…!”

“Hamu… chu… It’s okay, cum…”

“Ahh, Miyu…!!”

As I ejaculate, Miyu makes uncharacteristically lewd sounds, slurping noisily. The moment I hear them, my semen shoots through my urethra in an instant.

“Haa… ahh… so good…! Better than Yamamoto-san’s blowjob! Ahh… Miyu’s mouth… haa… ugh… the best…! Ah, Miyu… ahh… aaaahh!!”

*Splurt*, *splurt*, *doku*, *buru*, *byuru*──!!

I release a large amount of my morning semen into Miyu’s mouth. My lower body muscles contract repeatedly, and even after she swallows, my penis keeps pumping, as if demanding more.

“Mmm… nku. Phew. You came so fast, I barely felt it.”

“So… sorry… Wait, isn’t it better for you if I finish quickly…?”

Miyu’s always told me to just cum quickly without holding back. That’s probably why I’ve become a bit premature. Of course, my body can’t disobey her commands, so if she insists strongly, I could hold back. But when she’s giving me a blowjob, resisting on my own is nearly impossible.

“If that’s what you think, maybe we’ll wait a bit longer before having full sex.”

“Huh? Wait, no! I’ve been thinking about what you said and I get it now!”

Miyu gets unusually excited when she’s with me, and if we cross a certain line, she loses control. In sex, the girl needs to be actively involved; otherwise, she’s just submitting to the guy. I need to carefully judge how much pleasure she can handle, or she won’t feel safe during sex.

“You get really excited when we have sex, right? So if I don’t think carefully and just go at it, you might get too overwhelmed and lose control. That’s what you’re worried about, right?”

I thought I’d answered correctly, but Miyu’s expression remains uncertain.

After sucking out every last drop of semen from my penis, Miyu lies down next to me again, staring intently. It seems she’s searching for something in my answer, but it doesn’t satisfy her.

“Hmm… thirty points.”

My understanding is far from adequate, it seems.

“That bad?”

“You’re not wrong, but you’re missing the crucial point. It’s really important for our future, and it’s so embarrassing for me to explain, so I’d rather you figure it out yourself.”

Miyu frowns, looking troubled. What could be more embarrassing than her getting too into sex, and so serious that even I, who knows her closet secret, can’t be told?

“Aren’t you completely ignoring the game?”

“Ah! Shoot…”

I realize the chat is filled with suspicions that I’ve fallen asleep, so I reluctantly join the conversation.

‘Sotomichi, don’t slack off. The real deal is tomorrow.’

Suzuhara’s emphasis on “the real deal” clearly implies his intention to make me lose my virginity. Having just ejaculated into a girl’s mouth, I find it utterly irrelevant.

Miyu’s still horny too. That needs to be addressed first. However, she’s slumped over a cushion, and I don’t think she’d enjoy it if I just started touching her.

I’m her brother and her boyfriend. I thought that meant I needed to act manly and gentlemanly. But the me Miyu’s fallen for isn’t like that. I need to grow up, but not change who I am. I wouldn’t like it if Miyu suddenly became a meek lady either.

She’s usually expressionless, merciless when punishing me, yet overly sensitive to manners and etiquette. Still, she shows me her selfish, adorable side. That’s the Miyu I love.

What I want to do should align with what she wants. The other day, I asked her to give me a blowjob as an apology, and that’s how our relationship progressed. Thinking about it, there’s something I want more than sex right now.

“Miyu, let’s pause the game for now.”

When I say this, Miyu nods and closes the app. She looks at me curiously, probably because of my serious tone.

“I have a request.”

“Yes? What is it?”

Miyu still holds the cushion, staring at me.

“I want to see you wearing… that outfit.”

At my words, Miyu pulls the cushion tightly to her chest. She hides half her face, peeking through her bangs and the cushion with a disdainful gaze.

It’s a cruel request. She’s already horny after the blowjob, and wearing Lolita fashion might push her over the edge.

“Fine, whatever.”

But Miyu agrees without hesitation. She gets up, quickly fixes her clothes and hair, and tells me to wait before heading to her room. I expected more pushback, but she’s eerily compliant.

After about twenty minutes, Miyu messages me to come to her room. I tidy myself up and knock on her door.

“Coming in.”

When I open the door, there she is. A blue Lolita dress with a universe-like design, adorned with sparkling embroidery and white ribbons. Her simple yet elegant white blouse and softly curled hair make her look like a princess from another world.

“Wow…”

I’ve seen her in Lolita fashion before, but never like this.

“Hehe. How do I look, Onii-chan?”

Miyu twirls her skirt triumphantly. An angel? A goddess? Words fail me.

“So… cute…! Seriously, unbelievably cute…!”

I almost lunge at her but stop myself from touching her.

“You’re incredibly cute. The cutest in the world. I can’t believe someone this cute exists in reality… even seeing you now, it’s hard to believe.”

I asked lightly, but this is overwhelming. No wonder rich ladies flock to Haruka’s photoshoots. I want to capture this moment forever.

“Right? I’m cute, aren’t I?”

Miyu smiles provocatively, though a bit bashful.

“You probably asked so you could get me into bed, but I’m not doing it.”

This is why Miyu agreed to wear the Lolita outfit. She knew I was trying to turn her on, so she’s playing along but refusing sex, leaving me frustrated. However, she’s so adorable that sex is the last thing on my mind right now.

“I’m sorry for asking with impure intentions. Seeing you like this, I realize how foolish I was.”

Honestly, Lolita Miyu is a huge turn-on, but my awe is overpowering my desires.

“Am I really that cute?”

“You are. Truly. I’ll never believe anyone’s cuter than you.”

“Hehe. Okay, okay, I get it.”

Even Miyu seems flustered by the praise, twirling her hair to distract herself.

But my feelings aren’t satisfied yet. The day I discovered her closet, I was too busy comforting her to really take it in. Now, seeing her in Lolita fashion again, I feel a sense of reverence. She’s divine.

“You really suit cute clothes, Miyu.”

“Haruka’s cuter, though. She doesn’t have any extra fat.”

“No, you’re definitely cuter.”

“Don’t say that when you haven’t even seen her.”

“I don’t need to. I love you, so of course you’re the cutest to me, regardless of reality.”

“Hmph. Fair enough.”

For once, I’ve convinced Miyu. But that’s not important. I just want to savor this moment.

“Miyu, could you spin around so I can see you fully?”

“Hmm? Like this?”

Miyu moves to the window, adjusting the curtains to catch the light. She lifts her hair and twirls her skirt, showing me every detail.

The light illuminates her smile, and I feel my soul lifting.

Miyu was so adorable I thought I’d die.

“Miyu… you’re so cute… I don’t know what to do…”

“What’s wrong, Onii-chan? Stay alive!”

Miyu hurriedly helped me up from the floor. Her kindness shines through, making every little gesture of hers feel precious.

“Um… if it’s okay, I’d love to see you in other outfits too…”

“Huh? You want to see more?”

Miyu looks annoyed but her face is slightly flushed, showing she’s not entirely against it.

“I know it’s a hassle, but I want to see more of your cuteness.”

“Fine, fine, I get it. Go wait in the hallway while I change.”

Miyu pushes me out of the room. Still, I catch her humming happily before the door closes.

If she’s enjoying it this much, why did she hide it in the first place? I guess wearing those outfits and even masturbating in them is more embarrassing than I thought. But I’d love her for it, every part of her.

After another twenty minutes, Miyu messages me. I’m having a great time, but for her, it’s a lot of work—fixing her makeup and all. Normally, this would cost thousands, but I don’t have that kind of money, and Miyu wouldn’t want it anyway.

Maybe I’ll secretly promise to do whatever she says for a day. I’ll figure out the details later.

“Coming in.”

I knock and re-enter her room.

There’s another angel waiting for me.

“How do I look?”

This time, she’s in a classical Lolita outfit inspired by a sailor uniform, with a checkered pattern. Her hair is in braids, and she’s wearing a small hat. Miyu’s petite frame makes her look like an elementary school student, especially with a leather bag. Her ample chest, though, is almost sacrilegious in this innocent outfit.

“So… so… cute…!!”

My voice cracks as I fall to my knees, dizzy from her cuteness.

“Onii-chan, you’re so dramatic.”

Miyu turns away, looking both pleased and annoyed. That gesture alone makes my heart melt.

“Sorry, Miyu. I don’t know what to do. All I can say is you’re cute, but I don’t know how else to express it…”

“It’s okay, I get it.”

Miyu pulls me up matter-of-factly. Looking up at her chest is nice, but standing up, I notice how her neck looks sleek with her hair tied up. It’s so dazzling I feel lightheaded again.

“Why are you so cute, Miyu?”

“I don’t know.”

Even her annoyed expression is cute. Her cuteness could bring world peace. But it’s a shame to use it for something like that.

“Miyu, I really love you.”

“Say that to me when I’m not dressed up.”

Miyu sits on the bed, swinging her legs, looking tired. She looks like a doll in a Western-style room, perfectly picturesque.

I realize I only express my true feelings when I’m excited like this. I should show her more affection in everyday life.

“Are you satisfied?”

“I’m more than satisfied with your cuteness, but I’d love to keep looking.”

She’s gone to so much trouble to dress up, so it’d be a waste to just change back.

“But you must be tired, right?”

“If you want me to, I’ll keep going.”

Miyu looks tired but eager to please, especially when it comes to wearing Lolita fashion for me.

“There’s one more outfit I’m curious about.”

It’s the gothic Lolita outfit with a devilish concept I saw in her closet. It’s more revealing than the others, and I’ve been dying to see her in something so bold. Don’t get me wrong—I’m not against Lolita fashion. I just want to see her in something sexy.

“This one, huh? The makeup takes a while.”

“I know it’s a lot to ask… but can you do it?”

“Since I’m in a good mood, I’ll do it for you.”

“Yes!”

It was worth pushing for it. I think Miyu’s secretly excited too, even if she’s too shy to admit it.

After she starts changing, thirty minutes pass, and she’s still not ready. I clutch my phone, waiting anxiously.

But she doesn’t message me. Instead, I hear a knock on my door. Miyu says, “I’m ready. Come to my room,” and goes back inside.

Why did she come to my room this time? I find out when I enter hers and see her heavily decorated outfit.

“I put on nails, so I couldn’t use my phone.”

Her fingertips have long, sharp nails that look like weapons. The toxic red and black nail polish, along with her exaggerated tear bags, give her a slightly unhinged look. But her twin tails, tied to the sides, are so cute they erase any negative impressions. The black gothic Lolita dress, combined with the devilish concept, creates a dangerously cute and erotic look.

“Ahh…! It’s perfect… even better than I imagined…!!”

This was the third time I’d seen Miyu in Lolita fashion, but the awe never faded—not even a millimeter. Instead, every time I witnessed her cuteness and the effort she put into perfecting it, I felt like I was uncovering deeper layers of her personality, and my joy knew no bounds.

“Miyu, you’re so unbelievably cute. My heart rate’s probably at 200. I might die.”

“Onii-chan, you’re really going to die at this rate.”

“If I die, I want you to be there in that outfit.”

“Don’t die before me, okay?”

Miyu blushes, sighs, and laughs.

No matter her expression, she’s adorable.

“I have one more request.”

“What is it?”

“J-just… one… photo… please…”

I’d love to make it my phone wallpaper. Having this cute little devil on my screen would make me smile every second.

“Hmm… let me think…”

Miyu twirls the ends of her twin tails, deep in thought.

“Fine, I guess.”

And, amazingly, she agrees. This is even more exciting than getting her photo.

This permission is definitely a sign of trust. Otherwise, she’d never share a photo that reveals her deepest secret, even with a boyfriend.

“Great, let’s do it!”

I grab my phone and capture the most beautiful subject in the world. I snap a shot of her with a uniquely pensive expression.

She’s cute… but maybe I should’ve asked her to smile.

“How does it look?”

Miyu peeks at my phone, checking the photo.

“Standing still doesn’t look great.”

“Can I give you some directions for the pose?”

“Sure.”

I adjust the camera angle, her expression, position, and pose, trying to make it fun yet not too bright. We take several shots, but none feel quite right, leaving us both puzzled.

“Looks like we’ll have to use that again.”

Miyu pulls out the digital SLR camera we used before.

“Can I use it? If so, I’d be happy to.”

“Go ahead. Make sure you capture my cuteness.”

“Leave it to me.”

I’ve played around with photography before, thanks to my otaku friends. Mostly, I was just a bag carrier, but the main photographer was unusually willing to let me use his camera and taught me the basics.

“Miyu, you’re perfect! So cute! The cutest in the world!!”

“Onii-chan, you say that too much.”

Miyu keeps pointing out my lack of vocabulary, but every photo shows her with a soft expression, so I don’t think it’s too bad.

“Miyu, that pose is great. Just lower your hand a bit and look down…”

“Like this?”

“Yes! Perfect! You’re amazing, Miyu!! So incredibly cute!!”

“Hehe. Silly.”

We use chairs and the bed, and sometimes she strikes a predatory pose. Her ample chest is accentuated by a corset-like restraint. The thin, butterfly-wing-like dress skirt flutters on the bed.

Compared to typical gothic Lolita outfits, this one is more revealing, with bare arms peeking out. When she strikes a slightly sultry pose, she becomes outrageously erotic.

“Onii-chan, you’re… um…”

Miyu’s gaze falls to my crotch. I’ve gotten an erection while taking her photos.

“C-can we continue…?”

“Go ahead. I knew it would come to this.”

And so, I continued shooting in a fully erect state. Even though I’d taken so many photos, I’d only get one in the end. But seeing Miyu enjoy herself made it all worthwhile.

“Miyu, now put one leg up on the wall… like this! Yes, just like that!”

“Your requests are getting more and more lewd… but… whatever.”

Miyu grumbles but follows my instructions. Not only that, she seems to get more excited with each suggestive pose. Even though I’ve already taken hundreds of photos of her in this outfit, I’m still completely absorbed.

“Miyu… I’m… really turned on…”

My focus on the shoot wavers, and the pent-up desire in my lower abdomen surges. I’ve been erect the whole time, and my pants are probably soaked with pre-cum.

“I figured it would end like this.”

Miyu, who saw this coming, doesn’t scold me. Instead, she crawls on all fours to my knees and bites my erection through my pants.

“Ahh… Miyu… that makes me want… more…”

“No sex.”

Ugh, even after this, no sex? But there must be something… If she didn’t want to tease me, she wouldn’t act like this.

“Then… no sex, but…”

I can’t hold back anymore. I pull down my pants, revealing my rigid penis.

“J-just… this time… pose with… this… in your mouth…”

Miyu’s been following all my instructions for the shoot. I figured if I framed it as part of that, she’d go along with it.

“……Pervert.”

Miyu glares at me with open disdain, but she doesn’t refuse. She follows my instructions and takes my penis into her mouth.

In that moment, I instinctively snap a photo.

Miyu’s expression hardens, her glare filled with resentment, but she doesn’t let go of my penis.

“Miyu… deeper…”

Through the lens, I give her instructions no different from a blowjob. Sometimes I have her pull back and lick it, capturing every moment on camera.

“Miyu… ahh… so good… ahh…!!”

Focusing on capturing her erotic expression and the rush of excitement, my breathing becomes as heavy as if I’d just run a race. More than anything, watching her give me a blowjob through the camera is so arousing that holding back my climax takes an unnatural amount of effort.

“Mmm… fu… mju… nku… kju…”

Before I know it, Miyu’s expression softens, and she starts sucking without my instructions. The control I had over my climax, maintained by giving directions, shatters, and the signal to ejaculate rushes to my brain.

“Ahh… Miyu… I’m cumming…!!”

Splurt, splurt, spurt, spurru──!!

I ejaculate repeatedly into her mouth, which she keeps sealed. I continue shooting, capturing her expression tightening slightly from the taste and force of my semen.

“Mmm… chu.”

Miyu sucks out the semen and releases my penis. When I keep the camera pointed at her, she opens her mouth, sticks out her tongue, and shows me the copious white liquid.

I take one last shot, and the photoshoot ends.

The room falls silent. I feel a sense of “I’ve done it,” but no regret.

“Miyu, thank you. You were so cute.”

When I thank her, Miyu swallows the semen and silently demands I hand over the camera. She holds it tightly, hiding it in her arms.

“You can only choose photos that aren’t lewd.”

“Y-yes.”

What happened was an accident, a result of our emotions getting too high. Still, Miyu’s kindness in letting me choose one photo moves me to tears.

By the way, Miyu insists, “It’s not lewd, just a pose for the shoot,” so the rule “no sex in Lolita fashion” remains unchanged.

“Now it’s your turn, Miyu. What about the outfit? Keep it on?”

Miyu’s been turned on the whole time too. I haven’t done anything for her this morning, and after all she’s done, I need to pleasure her as a man.

“Then, can I make one request for our sex?”

Miyu interjects, “I’ll change clothes,” and waits for my answer.

“Of course. Anything.”

I’d never say no. She doesn’t need to ask—it’s obvious. But her question has a deeper meaning.

“……Um…”

Miyu fidgets, looking down, and whispers her request.

“Can I… keep sucking… a little longer?”

Her question was to confirm, “Is it okay if I’m this lewd?”

“You can suck as long as you want. I’ll do my best as well.”

Since experiencing fellatio, Miyu seems to have found something appealing in it. I’m thrilled she’s becoming so eager.

So, without hesitation—without any reason to hesitate—I return to my room and wait for Miyu to finish changing. But this turns out to be quite a challenge.