My Little Sister Is the Best F*p Material - Volume 6 Chapter 04: Love Hotel, First Experience, Icha-Rabu Sex Planned

Volume 6 Chapter 04: Love Hotel, First Experience, Icha-Rabu Sex Planned

“That was reasonably fun, wasn’t it?”

Clutching souvenirs in both hands, Yuka spun her fluffy twin tails and dress around as she looked back at the amusement park entrance. I had been completely at Yuka’s mercy since then, dragged along to any attraction that was empty and any shop we passed by, without even a chance to interject.

Dealing with Yuka in her energetic mode was extraordinarily tiring. I sent a silent prayer towards Yuka, hoping she might let me take a nap for about an hour once we got to the hotel.

“Huh? What is it? Did you still want to play more?”

Yuka sent me a concerned, low-key gaze. No, that’s not it.

“I’m just saying I’m tired from playing so much, so it would be helpful if we could rest somewhere.”

“Yeah, you’re right. Let’s buy dinner at a convenience store and go straight to the hotel.”

Yuka, carrying her bags, quickened her pace towards the station. It seemed she was planning to use a local hotel, not one near the amusement park.

“Are you sure? Wouldn’t it be better to eat out and rest first, so we don’t waste hotel time?”

“Wouldn’t getting in sooner be less wasteful?”

Yuka tilted her head and asked back, blankly. Our differing ideas. There are two ways to use a hotel.

“Oh, I don’t think I mentioned it, but tonight we’re going to check in for an overnight stay after we rest, okay?”

“I didn’t hear about that. Wasn’t the date supposed to be just for one day?”

“One day means until morning, right? It’s a grown-up date, after all. You were okay with me not telling you about the amusement park part, so why is a love hotel overnight stay not okay?”

Yuka asked in a forceful tone. It’s hard to argue back when she phrases it like that. Her arguments are direct and easy to understand, leaving no room to even think of a question to buy time.

Using conversation-based arguments is all about quick wit. If you vaguely agree in the moment, you’ll just get swept along by the other person’s pace afterwards. On top of that, she’s even taking advantage of human psychology, knowing that once you concede to a small request, it becomes harder to refuse the next, bigger one. She’s really a fundamentally nasty woman, this one.

“…Well, if that’s the case, I’ll let Miyu know that I’ll be home tomorrow.”

However, regardless of her verbal trickery, I wasn’t planning to refuse the overnight stay. Going home early wouldn’t solve anything, and in the first place, when Yuka said we’d be staying overnight, I didn’t feel any aversion to it.

“You’re surprisingly understanding.”

Yuka looked dubious, even though I agreed. She probably expected more resistance. Even for me, this change of heart was unexpected.

“If it was just a date where I was selfishly dragged around, I would have gone home. But today was fun. So I guess I don’t mind staying with you a little longer.”

“Haa, I see. I don’t really get it.”

Yuka, seemingly convinced by my words, scratched her cheek and then looked away as if to brush off something that wasn’t quite embarrassment.

“You’re a man, why are you less burdened than me? Carry my bags.”

“I don’t mind.”

Yuka handed me all the souvenirs she was holding without even making eye contact. I was already carrying things like the box with Yuka’s heels, but she seemed like she just had to find some fault with me. It was the same even when we got to the station, Yuka glanced at me while I fumbled with my electronic card, but she didn’t offer to help.

It wasn’t that she was embarrassed from being praised. It was so blatant that I could clearly see Yuka was forcing herself to act that way. Even while swaying on the train, I couldn’t grab the handrail, and when the train changed speed at departure and arrival, I lost my balance. At those moments, Yuka would fluster and try to support me, only to quickly restrain herself and pull her hand back. If she was so worried, she should just be honest, but what was she trying to protect by being so stubborn?

“I guess I could carry one for you, if you want.”

Yuka glared at me as if scrutinizing me, and held out her palm.

“Make it a light one, okay?”

“I’d appreciate it. Then, could you take this?”

I handed Yuka the shoebox, which wasn’t heavy but was bulky and cumbersome.

“Thanks.”

“Y-you’re welcome.”

When I thanked her, Yuka awkwardly avoided eye contact. Yuka was also aware that the luggage that was tying up my hands was something she had foisted on me herself. Yuka knew that anyone would be irritated by this way of selling a favor, and she was doing it on purpose.

“You’re kind of too nice. It’s making me worried that you’re losing interest in me. I might cry.”

“The reason I’m not getting angry is because it’s obvious you’re doing it on purpose. Besides, it’s a fact that you were worried about me, who was having trouble with too much luggage, no matter what your intentions were. I was happy about that feeling. So don’t cry.”

“Waaah… if you say it like that, I’m going to cry in a different way…”

Yuka rubbed her eyelids with an exaggerated act. I was starting to feel a sense of crisis as I realized that this bothersome side of her was becoming a bit of a habit for me.

“W-well, it seems like Onii-san likes me, right? Maybe my expectations are rising for the sweet, sweet interaction between a man and a woman that’s waiting for us?”

“I’m not particularly looking forward to that part.”

“Now that we’re here, show some enthusiasm and be nice!”

Before I knew it, Yuka was back to her usual self, and there was that stupid, self-centered figure again. What I realized through this exchange was that Yuka only becomes energetic when she’s in control. To do that, she needs to predict a certain level of reaction, and the reason Yuka provocatively teases me in such an exaggerated way is probably because it makes it easier for her to anticipate the words that will be returned, I considered in the back of my mind.

“I’m going to make you whimper when we get to the hotel.”

I watched over the quick-change artist who was supposed to be wanting icha-rabu sex with lukewarm eyes, and followed behind her, loaded with luggage, as we got off at the familiar station. At a time when the summer sky was darkening, I walked through the hotel district with Yuka, and after going around four love hotels that were all full, we finally found a vacant room.

“I can’t believe every place is saying there’s a one-hour wait…! Thanks to that, we wasted thirty minutes! Just how much do people in this world want to have sex!”

“This time is probably peak demand.”

When I was searching for a place to have sex with Yamamoto-san, I once again realized how grateful I would have been for a private room with a shower and a bed. Not just students, but even married couples with their own homes, or wealthy people running companies, would want a place where they can secretly fulfill their desires. Even if it’s not for Yuka’s reasons, there must be people who like the dimly lit atmosphere of love hotels itself.

“Oh, sorry to ask, but could you pay for it? I spent too much on souvenirs and my wallet is empty.”

“I was planning to pay from the start. But if you were planning to pay yourself, shouldn’t you have used your money more strategically or brought more with you?”

At the hotel entrance, I chose a safe, modern-style room from the panel and pressed the glowing square switch.

“What can I do? I used all my savings for today’s date.”

“You were looking forward to it that much…”

Maybe Yuka didn’t just buy new heels, but a new dress and pouch too. My sense might be skewed because of Miyu and Haruka, but it’s also possible that she just didn’t have much savings to begin with to go on a date.

At the reception desk, I told them that we’d be staying overnight and finished the payment in advance. We got into a narrow elevator that wasn’t designed to hold more than two people, and I went up to the upper floors with Yuka. When we arrived at the designated floor, I could see the number of the room we had reserved was shining brightly.

“This is my first time in a love hotel. Honestly, I’m more excited than I was at the amusement park.”

“I’m nervous. It feels like we’ve finally arrived.”

I thought it was a place I would never have anything to do with. It hasn’t even been half a year since I was just a creepy otaku, and yet here I am, coming to a building like this.

“Here we go, to the dream love hotel…!”

Yuka inserted the key, twisted it to the right, and grabbed and pulled the doorknob with sparkling eyes. Beyond that was… a door.

“…A door, huh.”

“It’s double-layered, isn’t it? It’s probably for accident prevention if someone opens the wrong door, or for soundproofing.”

“Certainly, I can’t hear any moaning. I was secretly hoping to hear some.”

“We’d be in trouble if you could hear it.”

I’ve never directly seen or heard anyone else doing it either. I wonder what it would feel like to hear a stranger’s raw moans.

“I wouldn’t mind being heard. Oh well. Now then, this time I’ll open the door to my dream!”

When Yuka opened the second door, the first thing that came into view was a large bed and a LCD TV. Because I chose a modern room, it looked not that different from a business hotel, other than the switch panel being placed above the head of the bed.

“A bed for having sex!!”

Yuka put the drinks she bought at the convenience store on the table and moved around the room, all over the place. This is the first time I’ve seen a bed this big. Even lying down, there was still plenty of room on the side. I guess this is what they call a queen size bed.

“The amenities are even better stocked than at a business hotel. Maybe I should just stay at love hotels all the time from now on.”

Yuka rummaged through the vanity that was placed in the room, muttering while looking at a milky lotion sample for product promotion.

“I guess it depends on what you choose. The prices aren’t that different, and if you don’t mind that so many people have sex in this room, I guess it’s okay to choose a love hotel.”

“Everyone has sex in business hotels too, right?”

“Don’t say unnecessary things.”

I also placed the luggage that had been entrusted to me by Yuka on the sofa and sat down in the available space. The sofa was also an oversized size for two people, with enough space to start the act right there.

“Come to think of it, I didn’t bring any changes of clothes since I was told we were staying overnight so suddenly. I should have bought some.”

“You don’t need them. I didn’t bring any either.”

Yuka stood defiantly in front of me, full of confidence.

“A love hotel is for men and women who happened to miss the last train to spend the night together. And then, they give in to their instincts and have sex, and in the morning, they put on the same clothes they wore yesterday and go home. That’s the ideal, right?”

“I got the message that you have a strong preference.”

Now that she mentioned it, it would be more strange to stay overnight at a love hotel with full preparation. Yuka’s claim sounds right about this.

“By the way.”

“What’s up?”

Now that we were both relaxed and feeling lighter, Yuka re-started the conversation.

“How should we start having sex?”

A surprising question sprang from Yuka’s lips. But I didn’t know the answer either.

“How about… taking a bath?”

“A bath! That’s right, a bath! I forgot something important! I wonder if they have a sukebo isu…!” (A sex chair)

Yuka ran excitedly to the bathroom, and I followed after her, curious as well. When I opened the door to the changing room, I could see the bathroom through a transparent wall.

“It’s huge!! But there’s no mat, no lotion, and no sukebo isu!!”

“They don’t have one? I thought they would have one too.”

“I wonder if they’d bring one if I called the front desk?”

“I doubt it.”

A mat is also part of a special kind of play. Normal couples probably don’t use it, and it would be difficult to clean up if lotion was scattered everywhere.

“I’ll start filling up the bathtub, for now.”

“Okay!”

Yuka’s reply, as she returned to the bedroom, already indicated she had lost interest in the bathroom. It’s not that she’s fickle, but rather that she changes her mind quickly.

Filling the bathtub was timer-controlled, so that if you specified a time and pressed the button, it would automatically stop. It must be a consideration for couples who want to get down to business as soon as they get into the hotel to not have to come to check on the bath.

After pressing the button, I brought the bath mat and towels from the basket and moved them to a convenient location. There was also a liquid pack for bubble baths, so I put it on the edge of the tub.

“Onii-san! I found something amazing! Come here, come here!”

Yuka tackled me from behind while I was in the bathroom. Her excitement was higher than when she was playing at the theme park.

When I came out of the changing room, I could hear obscene sounds that had been drowned out by the sound of the water running. On the LCD TV was a display of naked men and women intertwining in doggy style.

“An AV is playing! An adult video is playing!!”

“You don’t have to say it again, I get it.”

As prompted by Yuka, I sat on the edge of the bed and we watched the AV side-by-side. It was also the first time I had watched one with someone else. Even with Yuka as my partner, things started to get awkward as the actress’ moans were the only thing echoing through the room.

“See, if you press the menu button, you can choose your favorite work.”

When Yuka pressed the menu button on the remote, the screen switched to a selection screen with packages lined up. Yuka then entrusted that remote into my hands and looked at me with expectant eyes.

“Choose.”

I knew I’d be told that. I never thought I’d be exposing my kinks in this kind of way. It’s not like I can’t read the air, so I won’t refuse, but if I was reported to Miyu or something, it could give her extra unwanted images. …Oh, wait, Miyu already knows about all my favorite AVs and erotic anime.

“I pick based on the actress more than the content.”

“Spare me the excuses and choose. You probably like short, big-breasted women anyway, right?”

“Don’t say ‘probably.’ Besides, liking younger-looking characters is something that only applies to two-dimensional stuff. In reality, I like normally beautiful people.”

“Like that erotic woman?”

“Yamamoto-san, that is.”

Everyone’s being rude, calling her “ero-ero-chan” and “erotic woman.” It’s just that she is an erotic person to the point where you can’t deny it.

“You shouldn’t just decide she’s an erotic woman based on the image of her calling me over to her house.”

“Well, I also got to see the photos from Haruka. I thought you were a priest for not having sex with that erotic, big-breasted woman.”

“That’s… hmm…”

No longer able to say anything in response, I pressed the buttons on the remote and flipped through the pages. For a while, titles that I kind of wanted to see but didn’t really followed, and finally what caught my eye was something that very clearly struck my kinks: “A serious, bespectacled girl who came to study for her exams is raped at the library! An orgy of pleasure that doesn’t end even after closing time!” Because Yuka was urging me on silently, I pressed the confirm button and played the video.

“I picked based on the actress.”

“You just like exposure play, don’t you.”

The scene started with the actress choosing a book in the library, and from behind a bookshelf that the extras couldn’t see, the main actor covered the actress’ mouth with his hand and forcibly ripped off her clothes.

“I like the gap between her plainness and the big breasts.”

“You just like big breasts and exposure play, don’t you.”

Because Yuka’s words were as if she had seen my sexual experiences up until now, I couldn’t come up with a good excuse, so I shut my mouth. I finished watching one play, feeling the AV-like convenience of the actress not screaming even after her mouth was freed, and then the scene transitioned to her being raped in turn by the patrons she was supposed to have asked for help.

“How is it? Are you getting excited?”

“It’s just okay. It’s also because I’m with someone, but I’m bothered that the camerawork is making it so the important parts are being hidden.”

“You’re right. What’s the point of a love hotel AV if it’s not erotic?”

It was surreal to be watching AVs with a straight face, the two of us. It seemed difficult to use this as a trigger for action.

“Isn’t there anything else?”

Yuka took the remote from me and returned to the menu screen again. Watching AVs in a hotel was fresh and fun at first, but once I got used to it, they all started to seem like the same content.

“It’s an idol with a height of 140 cm and K cup. You’d totally like that, Onii-san.”

“I only like her because the person I like is a loli with big breasts, not because I like loli with big breasts.”

“I bet you definitely like it. It’s okay to jerk off if you get excited.”

“You little…”

I felt a subtle amount of interest in the idol’s ridiculous measurements, which I couldn’t help but think were inflated, and played the video. This time, it seemed like the actress herself was the selling point, and the play itself was orthodox, just a woman intertwined with a man on a bed.

“Miyu is more erotic.”

“I agree with that.”

Unfortunately, there was nothing that caused anything to stir in my crotch. Because I know Miyu and Yamamoto-san, it seems that the hurdle for actresses I can get excited by has risen. More than that, I wonder if I can even jerk off to an AV anymore.

“I’m getting bored, let’s stop. More than anything, I just want to have normal sex. Just normal.”

For Yuka, who’s only ever had punishment sex, having romantic, intimate sex like a couple was a long-cherished wish. As for me, I’ve sometimes been so stimulated by Miyu’s eroticism that I couldn’t contain my excitement and invited her myself, but I’ve hardly ever started sex from a calm state like this.

When it comes to normal sex, we’re both like virgins. But even so, if I said “I don’t know” here, I’d be less of a man. If anyone should lead, it should be the man.

“If we’re talking about sex, it starts with physical contact. I’m going to touch you, Yuka, but you don’t mind, right?”

“O-of course not. Come at me anytime.”

I told Yuka, who raised both hands in a defensive posture, to move to the center of the bed, and then we faced each other anew.

“I’m going to gradually touch you, starting from your hands and moving towards your chest.”

Among the parts of the body that are usually exposed, the arms are the most acceptable for touching. Holding hands can be done in public, but stroking the legs or kissing is rarely done. That’s how much those habitual images are imprinted in the brain.

I grasped Yuka’s hand from the back of her hand, then moved my fingers to her wrist, and shifted the place I was touching from her forearm towards her shoulder and then to her torso. When my hand touched her upper arm, Yuka’s body twitched slightly.

“I-I think you know this, but you’re the first guy who’s touched me this much, so savor that feeling while you’re touching me.”

I tried to avoid stimulating Yuka, who was saying something high and mighty but looking at me with puppy-like, anxious eyes, and spent a little longer touching the area around her upper arm, letting her get used to the sensation of our skin touching.

When Yuka’s body stopped tensing up no matter where I touched the exposed parts of her arms, next, I touched her abdomen over her clothes, tracing the outline of her dress.

“Hey, is this normal sex? Shouldn’t we be doing something like passionately kissing while falling onto the bed and getting all tangled up?”

“I think you’ve been watching too many dramas…”

However, it was true that there was something unnatural about this way of having sex. Maybe I was being too cautious because my partner was Yuka.

“If that’s the case.”

I linked my fingers with Yuka’s from the front like lovers, and while supporting her waist with my other hand, I pushed Yuka onto the bed.

“Don’t resist.”

“I-I know, I-I know.”

Yuka resisted the urge to reflexively slap my hand away and lay down on the bed. When our lower bodies made contact, Yuka’s legs naturally opened, and I leaned over her, sliding in between them.

At that moment, Yuka pulled down on the skirt of her dress to hide her crotch.

“W-wait, st-stop, I changed my mind!”

“You can’t keep saying that. We’ll never get anywhere.”

I touched Yuka’s legs, moving from her calves upwards, and after bringing my hand close to her crotch, I tried to remove Yuka’s hand, which was pulling on her skirt. However, Yuka didn’t loosen her resistance and stubbornly refused to let me lift her skirt.

If I kept giving in to this selfish woman, who becomes bashful when it comes down to it, nothing would ever get done. So, I slipped my hands inside her dress from both sides of her knees, as if stroking her hips. What touched my fingertips wasn’t the hardness of the embroidery on women’s underwear that I had imagined being under the skirt, but a very, very thin, single strand of fibrous material.

“…Yuka, don’t tell me that’s…”

“Um, this is, it’s kind of a momentary whim, or something…!”

What Yuka was wearing was a thong. Moreover, from the feeling of this fabric hardly touching my hand, there’s little doubt that it was a T-back. What’s more, there’s even a possibility that it’s an extremely small micro bikini.

When I leaned over her and her skirt was lifted, and Yuka once again saw what was inside, she probably realized that what she was wearing was more embarrassing than she had thought, and her sense of shame exploded.

“I think I got too carried away! So, um, time out!”

Yuka had a cold sweat on her forehead and was trying to grab my hand, which was still stuck in her skirt, and stop the act. This sex was decided upon by Yuka’s request. Therefore, I think what flow we go with should also be Yuka’s wish.

“…Yuka. Let’s do it like this.”

Against Yuka’s will, I started to take off her dress. Recalling my interactions with Yuka during the amusement park date, I had a feeling that Yuka would be happier if I asserted what I wanted to do.

“Wait wait! I’ll buy some normal panties! And then we’ll have a rematch!”

“They told me at the front desk that we can’t leave midway.”

I peeled off Yuka’s hand, which was grabbing my arm, without using too much force.

“Then, I’ll take it off in the changing room…!”

“You don’t have to take it off. I want to see Yuka as you are.”

“Y-you pervert! You want to see my erotic underwear that much!?”

I stopped trying to undress her when Yuka protested with tearful eyes. If I continued like this, it would be no different from raping her. After all, I have to become the sun, not the north wind, in order to get her to take off her clothes.

“I want to see it. I never thought I would be so interested in your body, Yuka. If possible, I want to see all of you without hiding anything.”

“Is, that so…?”

“Yeah. Even today, I’ve thought that Yuka was cute many times. Maybe I’m starting to be aware of you as a woman.”

“Y-you idiot. You have Miyu, and yet you’re saying that to me…”

Yuka glanced at the corners of the room to distract herself, but her face didn’t look completely displeased, and she was letting the strength out of her body.

I wonder if this is also an act to create an atmosphere, or if she’s seriously falling for me. Even I think it’s a terrible manipulation, but I didn’t mean to lie. As my honest feelings, I think the current Yuka feels erotic and cute.

“If you say so much, it’s not like I won’t show you.”

Yuka muttered “Since I bought it,” and rolled up the hem of her dress to around her stomach. What first caught my eye on that slender body was the hipbone, with only a single string wrapped around it. The inverted triangle of Yuka’s bony lower abdomen, whose skin was thin, made her underdeveloped body feel raw. The black cloth that was apologetically attached to hide her genitals seemed to extend to the crotch, but most of it was squeezed and disappeared into the crack.

“You have an erotic body, even though you don’t have much meat on you.”

“You’re just a lolicon, Onii-san.”

“I might not be able to deny it anymore.”

While distracting Yuka with trivial conversation, I lifted up her clothes, including the camisole that was layered on top of it. On her chest, a triangle of cloth that barely concealed her nipples made a small tent. When I gazed intently at the top of that hill, which had only a slight difference in height, I could faintly make out small protrusions sticking out.

“I’m starting to get seriously excited.”

As I watched Yuka, who was bearing the shame and exposing herself in her underwear, my cock started to heat up inside my pants. Maybe it’s because I’ve already had sex with Yuka on Miyu’s orders, but my body has recognized Yuka as a mating partner.

“Then I’m glad I bought this.”

“I think it’s a style that suits you, Yuka. It’s erotic and cute.”

“Okay, okay, I get it already.”

When I took off her dress and tossed it away, Yuka grabbed the bed sheets, showing a mix of wanting to hide and wanting to show, her expression flustered.

“It’s not fair that I’m the only one being undressed…?”

Yuka’s complaint made me realize something. It was inconsiderate to undress a girl unilaterally. First, I took off my polo shirt and threw it on the bed. Yuka patted my bare upper body with her hands.

“You actually have some muscle, huh. I thought you’d have more of a shut-in’s body.”

“I’m the type of person who puts on both fat and muscle easily. I’m a little toned right now because of various things.”

“That’s because you’ve been having too much sex, right?”

While saying that, Yuka’s gaze fell to my bulging lower abdomen. Her cheeks faintly flushed, and she smiled slightly.

“Even if you say that, your body is honest.”

Yuka, placing her hand on the bulge in my pants, was also happy to be sexually aroused as a woman.

“It’s okay if I take it off, right?”

“Yeah, it’s okay.”

Yuka sat up, unzipped my pants, and pulled them down to my knees. In the thin fabric of my boxer briefs, the state of my erection was revealed in a more realistic form.

“It’s my first time seeing it raw, so I’m nervous.”

Yuka, who’s usually so cocky and teases me when she’s good with words, suddenly shows a girlish shyness when it comes to actually doing it. Miyu and Yamamoto-san also have in common that they get shy when they’re having sex, but what they feel shy about is different for each of them. As the person doing it, each reaction is fresh and fun.

“Eeeeey!”

Without any delay, Yuka pulled down my underwear, and from there, my raw penis was finally exposed. The rubber band of my boxer briefs recoiled, and Yuka’s pupils widened at the fleshy protrusion with its head bouncing out.

“Ooh… it has such a super erotic shape…”

“As someone who’s been looking at it for years, I think so too.”

I don’t know why humans came to be ashamed of exposing their genitals, but I think this obscene shape is related as one factor. If it was a more pleasant organ for both the viewer and the viewed, I wondered with no basis in fact, if the world’s virgins and sex crimes would be reduced.

“It’s really hard and hot…”

Yuka intertwined her fingers with my cock, stroking it while pulling back the skin covering the glans. She seems to have a lot of knowledge, probably from watching AVs.

Being touched by Yuka’s hand, whose fingers are so thin and long, felt good in a different way than it did with Miyu. Unlike Yamamoto-san, her body temperature is lower, so I can clearly feel where I’m being touched, from her palm to her fingertips.

“Hey, doesn’t it smell kind of weird?”

Yuka put her nose close to the tip of my cock, sniffing. For someone who’s never experienced it before, the chlorine smell of semen mixed with sweat must be unfamiliar.

“You wash it properly, right?”

“I wash it. It always ends up like this in the summer. It’s like this for any man.”

“Oh, is that so?”

Yuka was stroking my penis with a dubious look, glancing up at me as if wanting to say something.

“What’s up?”

“Well, that. You know. That thing. That thing.”

“What thing?”

“So, the thing that’s called, a blowjob.” (She uses the loanword “buro-jobu”)

I’m impressed she even knows such a difficult word. She probably wants to say fellatio, but she’s probably said the word “fella” any number of times. I can understand that it takes courage to say it as an act that she herself is doing.

“What about it?”

“Miyu and Sachiko, they both did it, right?”

“I had them do it.”

“Heeeh. You’re really having it done, huh…”

Apparently, the look and smell of my penis are more unpleasant than Yuka had imagined, and she was getting cold feet.

“Everyone’s done it for me, but it seems like there are girls who can’t do it. You don’t have to force yourself.”

There were a lot of sexually active girls around me, so Yamamoto-san, for example, would even take the lead and put it in her mouth, but apparently it’s not uncommon in the world for people who can’t do fellatio.

“There are also people who are the type who can do it after you wash it in the bath, and there’s no need to do it before. You can get used to it gradually.”

“Hmm. But from the way you say that, you usually just do it like this, right?”

“Well, yeah.”

“Then, I have no choice but to do it, too.”

Yuka stuck out her tongue and brought her mouth closer, clearly showing her aversion. More than competitiveness, she probably just hates not being able to do what all her friends are doing. Or maybe wanting to have sex also had more of a complex than just a simple longing.

“U, uuh…blegh…mhmm, uuh…”

Yuka’s face contorted even more bitterly after she licked the tip of my glans.

“It tastes like pee… I can’t believe everyone’s licking this…”

“It’s only the tip. It’s an excretory organ, so there’s no helping it.”

“Are you really having it done to everyone? I won’t accept it if you’re lying, you know.”

While complaining, Yuka somehow continues to lick my penis. Perhaps because her only source of knowledge is AVs, even though it’s awkward fellatio, it has a sexiness that makes her lick me from the base, stimulating my masculine lust and my desire to protect her at the same time.

“That feels good, Yuka.”

Even if it’s not as stimulating as when Miyu or Yamamoto-san do it, the physical pleasure of being licked with a saliva-wet tongue is something that exists no matter who’s doing it. Besides, in addition to Yuka’s original cuteness, there’s the visual of her wearing a minuscule lingerie set and giving me a blowjob, which is purely exciting.

“Mmm, lick, kiss… mm, that’s good.”

Following the procedure, Yuka licked my penis, then held the base with both hands and took the tip into her mouth.

“Mmm…hmm…mwah…”

Yuka, conveying her feeling of wondering if this is right by making eye contact with me. I’m happy that she’s giving me a blowjob, and it feels good, but since she’s only taken the glans into her mouth, I want her to try a little harder.

“Can you take it in a little deeper?”

“Mmm. It’s kind of at its limit. How far should I put it in?”

“About half of the shaft, I guess.”

“Okay, I’ll try.”

Yuka gradually took my penis deeper into her mouth, somehow managing to take about half of it in. However, at that point she looked like she was about to lightly gag, and after that, she just stimulated the area from the tip to the halfway point with her tongue and lips.

As someone who likes fellatio, I’d like her to take it all the way to the base, but even if I’m the one who doesn’t have that much size, this much is probably the limit if it’s a normal girl doing it. Miyu and the others are talented, so they did fellatio well from the start, and they didn’t show any signs of struggling, but it’s also appreciated that Yuka shows how hard things are for her to understand so clearly.

“Also, this is optional, but I’d be happy if you could grab my waist instead of my cock.”

“Huh? Support your waist? Does that have any meaning?”

“No, I’m just more aroused by it, that’s all.”

“Ehhh… It’s hard to lick it if I don’t support it with my hand, because it twitches, you know.”

While complaining, Yuka continued to give me a blowjob while holding my waist.

“Mwah, chomp… Somehow, giving a blowjob feels humiliating.”

“There’s also a theory that the desire for conquest is linked to the excitement of fellatio, so maybe girls feel the opposite.”

Fellatio is both an act where the girl can freely torment the man with pleasure, and also a perverted play that can’t be done without a spirit of service. Besides, she’s doing it for me right now, on the spot, so it can’t be helped that I feel superior.

“Can I touch your boobs, Yuka?”

“…If you’re okay with these, then go ahead.”

“Then I won’t hold back.”

I traced the surface of Yuka’s micro bra, touching the swelling over the fabric.

“Mmm…haaahm…ah…”

While feeling Yuka giving me a blowjob, I felt a subtle stirring of my lust, and massaged the soft breast meat with my fingers, even though it was thin.

That area, which no man has ever touched before. Yamamoto-san was very experienced, and Miyu and the others had done things with girls, so I didn’t think I was the type of person who liked virgins. Still, the beast within me can’t stop rejoicing at the thought of myself being etched into that woman’s first memory.

“Ah…haa…Yuka, this might be bad.”

I’m unusually aroused especially when I’m looking at and touching Yuka’s body, particularly her boobs. The influence of making her my cumslut for the first time under Miyu’s orders seems to be larger than I thought.

“Whe…mmm…are you about to cum…?”

“Sorry, I’m going to cum soon.”

“Hamb…slurp…gulp…Hold on, you idiot…slurrrrp, chomp, glup-glup…”

“Ahhh, Yuka, wait, wait! Ah…!”

Yuka, in response to me saying that I was about to cum, conversely intensified the fellatio like she was punishing me. Her lack of real experience may have made her mistakenly believe that ejaculation can be endured with the same sensation as urination.

Because she was only giving me a shallow blowjob, Yuka, with her freely moving tongue, licked my penis all over, making a loud squelching noise with saliva as she moved her face back and forth. As expected, Yuka, who only had knowledge, managed to excite my dick to the limit all at once.

“Yuka, I can’t take it anymore…! I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum…!”

“Mmm!? Th-this, ah, mmm, mmmm…!!”

Glop, glop, with semen released almost unexpectedly into her mouth, Yuka, with no time to get angry, contorted her face in pain from the bad taste of that semen, and desperately endured my ejaculation with teary eyes.

“Uuuuuuuh…!!”

Yuka, trembling with her mouth open, made a cup with both hands and tried to spit it out there. I know that my semen tastes abnormally bad, so I didn’t need her to force herself to drink it, but there again, the pride of “Other girls would have drunk it” stopped Yuka.

“Sorry. You don’t have to force yourself, just spit it out.”

“Mmmm…mm…uh, haaaugh…!”

Only her throat was moving, trying to transport the semen, but her tongue wouldn’t allow the semen to flow down her throat. For a while, such a struggle unfolded inside Yuka, and eventually, Yuka was unable to hold back her gagging and spit the semen into her hand.

“I-it’s unbelievably disgusting…!”

“Sorry. I really can’t do anything about that part.”

If it was Yuka, who had drunk my semen several times, albeit forcibly, I might have thought that she could, but as expected, there was no way a girl other than Miyu could drink the semen that even Yamamoto-san had trouble drinking.

“Why didn’t you hold it in? I told you not to.”

“I couldn’t help it. They say that men can’t control their ejaculation if it feels too good.”

“There you go with another excuse. Well, if it felt that good, I guess it can’t be helped.”

Yuka was angry that it was released without her permission, but there seemed to be something to the part about me not being able to hold it in because it felt too good, so she didn’t pursue it much.

“Shall we take a bath?”

“Yeah, let’s.”

The two of us moved to the bathroom, first washing away the semen collected in Yuka’s hand, then taking off our clothes and soaking in the tub that had been filled with water. Although it was a large bath, in the end, the most comfortable position was for Yuka to sit in the middle with me as her backrest, and I ended up bathing in a familiar way.

Yuka’s hair was styled by tying the two bundles even higher so that the ends of her twin tails wouldn’t get wet. The exposed ears and nape of Yuka, revealed by being tied upwards, and the well-formed features of her face that weren’t disguised by her hair, made me realize once again that she’s a beautiful girl.

“We’ve finally become naked with each other.”

Yuka looked down at her body and my leg that was stretched out next to her, muttering as if deeply moved. For us, who had only experienced sex unilaterally, this was the first time we had become naked like this. Yuka, finding the male body curious, stroked my arms and legs, and her pleasant stimulation gradually restored my stamina.

“Oh, it has a jacuzzi.”

“That’s right. Apparently you can make it a bubble bath.”

“Let’s definitely do that. Switch on!”

Yuka pressed the button on the wall and then cut open the liquid pack for the bubble bath that was placed on the edge of the tub and dissolved it in the water. The water was stirred by the air bubbles blowing up from below, and bubbles gradually formed on the surface of the water.

“Ooh, bath-ooh, bath. Bubbles-bubbles-ooh, bath.”

Yuka also accelerated the foaming by patting and lifting the water. Soon, the fine bubbles piled up like mountains, increasing to an amount that could be lifted with both hands. However, the bathroom didn’t fill with soap bubble-like foam, and the amount that was decreasing became more than the amount that was increasing as we kept doing it.

“What a stingy bubble bath.”

“This is what you get with hotel accessories.”

Yuka collected the remaining bubbles and blew them away with a puff of air. She was smiling and in high spirits, despite what she said.

“Hehe. We finally even did fellatio, and now we’re taking a bath together like this. I’ve become an adult in both body and mind…hehehe…”

“You look happy.”

“Of course. Besides, for you to cum just from a blowjob, I might be quite the technician.”

“Maybe. That felt good.”

Even though I’m the type of person who gets aroused easily when Miyu is involved, I couldn’t have cum without Yuka’s unique eroticism. I don’t know how good of an answer that is regarding her being a “technician,” but Yuka suddenly becomes weak when it comes to the real thing, and I don’t want to make her lose confidence.

“Can I touch your body, Yuka?”

“You can, but why are you asking? Just touch me without asking.”

“Ah, yeah. Sorry.”

Just like Yamamoto-san said, I’m being too cautious. I have to overcome this for my sex with Miyu, too.

While looking at Yuka’s body, I touched her legs and waist, focusing on those areas. I’m used to Miyu and Yamamoto-san’s voluptuous bodies, so she feels pretty slender in comparison.

In the now quiet bathroom, only the sound of water being stirred reached my ears. The unspoken air was no longer tense. And then, I placed my hand on her breasts, where I had been deliberately holding back. This feeling of squeezing the soft flesh is irresistible. My lower body started to tingle again.

“Are you okay with just any boobs, Onii-san?”

Feeling the hardness of the rod-like flesh against her back again, Yuka let out a sigh of exasperation.

“Your boobs are attractive, Yuka. It’s not like I’m okay with just anyone.”

“Is that so?”

“That’s right. Even just now, I couldn’t hold back because of your boobs.”

“Heeh. I see. Then, you want me to do more however you like…?”

“If you’re okay with it, I want you to face forward.”

“Idiot, you really are. It can’t be helped.”

Yuka also understood the true meaning of my words, and when she raised her hips and turned around, she arched her back to emphasize her breasts. I sucked on those small buds without holding back. Even if the swelling is only about the same as mine as a man, the shape of her nipples alone is firmly feminine, like a pacifier, and when I rolled them with my tongue, I could feel their firm hardness.

“Mmm…haa…geez, we’re doing something lewd…”

“You’re being lewd, Yuka, and I’m getting aroused.”

My dick, which was fully erected, arched upwards, and the frenulum was touching Yuka’s crotch. Even though we were in the bath, that place was already wet, and I was already getting a dry-hump since Yuka was rubbing against me.

“Ah, ah…haaaa…both above, and below…I’m getting pleasured by Onii-san…”

“Don’t, move, so, much. I’m about to pre-cum, too.”

“Mufufu. That’s right, if I got pregnant, it would be dangerous, wouldn’t it?”

With Yuka’s face dyed with pleasure and mischief, I stimulated Yuka’s erogenous zones with both my mouth and my penis, even while feeling a chill run down my spine with a bad feeling.

“Fuaah…mm, ah, Onii-san is more, hot…than the bath water…”

“Chuu, chomp… Don’t, say strange things…”

“But, it feels good…Ah, mmm…My body is already being morphed into a woman’s…”

Yuka’s lascivious voice echoed through the bathroom, reaching my crotch. I thought I wasn’t suited for this type of obscene language. But yet, because I was used to Yuka’s exaggerated attitude, I got excited even with this kind of exchange.

“I want to become Onii-san’s woman.”

“Hey, no, you can’t say that, Yuka.”

Yuka moved her waist back and forth wildly, lowering her hips as if to bury my cock in her honeyhole. If things continued like this, it might go in by accident. I absolutely can’t have raw insertion with anyone other than Miyu.

“Haua…aah…Onii-san’s is, hard…so big…”

“Ugh…ah…Yuka, if you move that much…!”

The sensation I was receiving from Yuka, whether it was from stroking her boobs, was shaking my instincts as a man as always. I was being carried away by Yuka’s pace, unable to stop myself from having sex. But I wanted to avoid an accidental insertion at all costs. What suddenly flashed through my mind at that time was that act with Yamamoto-san in karaoke.

“Yuka…!”

I grabbed Yuka’s waist and deliberately pulled her inwards. At that moment, Yuka also showed a delighted expression in surprise and pleasure, but when I raised my waist, Yuka finally realized that this wasn’t the development she had wanted.

“Wa-wait, Onii-san, that’s not, there…!!”

With Yuka’s love juice and my pre-cum, my cock, covered in mucus, I thwumped the tip into Yuka’s ass.

“Hyaaaa!? N-not there! That’s my butthole…!”

“I know, Yuka. I’m gonna cum soon…!”

“Idiotidiotidiot! You, you’re raping me and using my butt, you’re really the worst guy ever!!”

Yuka held her butt with her legs closed, criticizing me with teary eyes. The deed itself was regrettable, but both were unavoidable.

“Waaah… Only my butt hadn’t been messed with even by Miyu and the others… It was supposed to be my real first time…”

“I, I’m sorry. I apologize for that.”

I stood up, chasing after Yuka, and hugged her from the front.

“Both in the front and in the back, to have my first time stolen by Onii-san…”

“But, hey. It’s better than having it stolen by another man, right?”

“…Well, yeah.”

As expected, or rather, Yuka’s reaction seemed to be an overreaction, and it didn’t seem like she herself cared that much. Yuka, whose eyes were sparkling as she looked up at me from below while drips were falling from her body, opened her mouth.

“Eh, wanna try it in the butt?”

“No, that’s alright.”

“Then get out of the bath already.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I carefully washed my body one last time and left the bathroom as if being chased out. My penis was still erect, but it calmed down while I waited for Yuka. There were no bathrobes in this hotel, and I wondered what I should wear to greet Yuka, so in the end, I decided to just wait with a bath towel wrapped around my waist.

I heard the sound of Yuka opening the bathroom door, and then the sound of the hair dryer running for a little while. Even if she tied it up, she couldn’t gather all of her hair, so there were bound to be wet parts. When I finally heard the sound of Yuka opening and closing the mini pouch she had brought into the changing room, Yuka finally opened the door and came out.

Yuka had a towel wrapped around her body and had put her hair back into twin tails. I don’t know what her fixation is, but I doubt Yuka would be happy even if I asked her why she does that hairstyle even when we’re about to have sex.

“It was unexpected that they didn’t have bathrobes.”

“I know, right. It got a little cold because of the air conditioner.”

I got up from the bed and approached Yuka. This love hotel date is to solve Yuka’s problems, and according to Miyu, it will work out just by me interacting with her naturally, but I wonder if there’s been any progress.

There, I suddenly thought about it. If the problem really would be solved just by me interacting with Yuka naturally, there would have been no need for Miyu to teach me anything. Now that Miyu and I are lovers, there’s no way that accepting Yuka’s invitation for sex would be natural, and I’ve been going along with Yuka this far only because there were instructions from Miyu. If that’s the case, then what Miyu is calling “natural” is just being natural within the policy of solving Yuka’s problems, and it doesn’t mean that I can just give up thinking for myself.

“Yuka.”

“Hmm. What?”

I stood in front of Yuka and called her name in as gentle a voice as possible. Yuka looked puzzled, but she honestly took a listening posture.

If there’s been anything that’s changed while spending time with Yuka so far, it’s that we’ve started to have time where we pamper each other. I praise Yuka as a woman, and Yuka relies on me as a man. Only when we’re doing that do I feel like I’m touching something I don’t know about that Yuka is holding.

“Shall we get in bed? Let’s sleep together for a bit.”

I took Yuka’s hand and removed the bath towel wrapped around her body.

“What’s gotten into you all of a sudden. I don’t mind if you want to get all lovey-dovey in bed.”

“Yeah. I want time to get lovey-dovey with you, Yuka.”

I removed Yuka’s bath towel and threw it and the one that was wrapped around my waist onto the sofa next to us. We were naked together again, and Yuka clung to me as if to hide her body. The quality of the embarrassment is different when we’re naked in the bathroom compared to when we’re naked in the room.

“Don’t look at me too much.”

Yuka whispered that in a weak voice. It seems like she doesn’t have confidence in her body.

“You didn’t care a while ago.”

“That’s true, but. The women you’ve been with have all had glamorous bodies, right? Even I can’t help but care about that.”

Yuka hugged my body tightly and closed the gaps in our bodies as much as possible so that as little of her body as possible would be in my view.

“You’re the one who encouraged me to have confidence, Yuka. There’s no need to be so weak.”

“You were just blowing yourself up with your own assumptions. But the fact remains that the people you’ve had sex with all have big boobs, are cute, and beautiful. Appearance is something that’s obvious to see, not something vague like talent.”

The more Yuka talked, the more strongly she hugged me. I thought Yuka would never compare herself to someone else. So she also has complexes. There’s still so much I don’t know.

“If that’s the case, then I won’t tell you not to worry about it. What you worry about, you’ll worry about no matter how you try to ignore it.”

I pulled Yuka off of me and continued, “But.”

“I’m aroused by your body, Yuka. Lots of things have happened, but right now I want to have sex with you.”

“Fweh…wh-what, all of a sudden. Do you think a girl would be happy with such a clumsy way of praising her?”

Yuka pouted, but the strength she was using to try to resist decreased.

“I never thought you would be so attractive, Yuka. Even down there, it’s like this again. Honestly, I’m getting so aroused by your body that I feel sorry for Miyu.”

I rubbed my erect dick against Yuka’s belly, stroked her back and buttocks, and lightly kissed her neck.

“Hey, stop. This is like, an affair…Ah, hyaa…”

“You’re the one who said you wanted to, Yuka. You have to take responsibility with me.”

“Hyaa, mm, ahh…please, that’s not good…don’t desire me…”

“Then I want you to desire me, Yuka. Not like you’re messing around, but for real.”

I somehow managed to pull Yuka’s pace over to my side. If I could somehow do a lovey-dovey sex like Yuka wants with this, I felt like I could somehow find a breakthrough.

“How do I desire a man?”

“Eh? Oh, for example, you could let me spoil you rotten”

Yuka made a serious face for a moment, as if she didn’t know what she should do next. After all, she had been so eager for lovey-dovey sex, so she should have some image of what she considers ideal sex.

“I just have to be spoiled by you?”

“That’s right.”

“How do I do that?”

“Let your guard down, and say what you want me to do. I can respond to Yuka’s wishes now. What do you want me to do?”

I somehow managed to ask Yuka while maintaining the erotic atmosphere. Then, Yuka’s thought circuits finally short-circuited, and she just opened her mouth and blinked rapidly.

“Co… Co…”

Yuka looked into my eyes, trying to say something. However, it was just a sound leaking from her throat, and it wasn’t becoming words, and no matter how much I tried to understand, I couldn’t grasp any meaning.

Eventually, Yuka, like a broken computer, just repeated the same sound, and

“…………Cokek… (sound of a chicken)”

She let out an unexpected sound at the end, and then froze all of her actions other than blinking.

“Y, Yuka? Are you alright? Hey, wait, I got it. You don’t have to try to be spoiled or anything. Come back to me.”

I desperately called out to her, but it seemed like the processing of auditory information had incurred a large delay, and Yuka didn’t respond to my voice for a whole minute.

“Yuka, are you okay?”

“Hmm? Eh? Oh, what am I doing with Onii-san like this…”

Yuka, as if her memories had been reset, blushed when she saw that she was hugging me naked.

“We ended up going on a date with a love hotel attached to settle the accumulated debts you had racked up.”

“Oh, that’s right. I remembered. I made a page-a-day calendar with the plan to have sex with Onii-san.”

“Why do you put so much effort into just the useless parts.”

It seemed difficult to expect a sweet interaction between a man and a woman from Yuka. This girl has no hesitation in relying on people when it comes to assigning work, but when it comes to being spoiled as a woman, she’s pathetically clumsy. When I think about Yuka’s situation, where no matter how hard she tries, it just ends up going around in circles, I could even cry. So, first, I’ll concentrate on giving Yuka the Icha-rabu sex she wants, rather than some textbook act between a man and a woman.

“What should we do? Are we going to have sex like this?”

“Yes, yes. And now that I’ve remembered it, I remembered one more thing, too.”

Yuka instructed me to sit on the bed, rummaged through the pouch that was on the sofa, and took out six small medicine bottles from it.

“What are these?”

“Aphrodisiacs. The really strong stuff I bought online.”

“Are you trying to kill me with six of these…”

“Half for me and half for you. We’ll drink one bottle every night, late at night, and in the morning.”

“At least let me sleep late at night.”

What Yuka handed me was a dangerous-looking aphrodisiac with an English label. It seemed that there would be no immediate effect on the human body because it was something that she had chosen from among the ones her acquaintances were using, but I didn’t think it was something that I could drink three of in 24 hours.

“What’s wrong? It was expensive, you know. At least drink one bottle.”

“Okay, okay. Just one bottle.”

Yuka and I opened the lids, clinked the bottles together, and then gulped it down.

“It’s bitter, as expected.”

“It’s better than Onii-san’s semen, though.”

“My semen is worse than this…”

I’m giving Miyu and Yamamoto-san all my respect for drinking that much of the equivalent of this sludgy aphrodisiac every time.

“Also, I have one more thing.”

Yuka returned to the sofa again and rummaged through the pouch again. What came out of it was a blue diamond-shaped tablet.

“What’s that suspicious-looking medicine?”

“Viagra. Fifty milligrams.”

“Where did you get something like that?”

“I had a friend’s brother buy it for me through his connections. Apparently you need to take it an hour before the main event, but let’s just take it now for the occasion.”

“No, I don’t need that. I’m already this energetic, and I can still go.”

Just the aphrodisiac from before is too much of an effect for me. If I can’t stop getting erections all night thanks to the Viagra, I’m afraid of what tomorrow will be like.

“Then, I guess it’s okay to use this if you stop getting hard. We can use it for a rematch in the morning, so have peace of mind and release everything tonight.”

“Okay…”

Does Yuka think of me as a sex machine that can ejaculate infinitely? Normally, I would shrink up after one or two ejaculations. The only reason I’ve been able to do consecutive rounds is because extraordinary lust was drawn out by the supernatural charm of people like Miyu and Yamamoto-san, and my own abilities are not that high…I think.

“Which means, this is as much as I could bring for condoms. I wonder if it’s enough?”

Yuka, finally, took out a large number of condoms that were stored in a zippered case from the pouch and lined them up in front of me.

“H, hey. How many are there?”

“A little over twenty?”

“Are you trying to kill me?”

Does she think I can digest this many in one night? How simple is her way of thinking? I mean, the reason you ended up using all your savings is because of these kinds of wasteful purchases, right?

“What’s with that face? I was looking forward to it, so it can’t be helped.”

Yuka puffed out her cheeks while putting strength into the corners of her mouth, and booed in a duck-like voice.

“Well, yeah. If you prepare this much, I might even get happy.”

“Right? Fufu. If you understand even a little how much I’ve been looking forward to this, you should be able to do about twenty rounds.”

“At least treat me like a human being there.”

Yuka’s stubborn insistence based on fighting spirit is too much. I picked up one set of the condoms Yuka had prepared and placed the rest on the bed. I cut open one of the connected packaging and waited for Yuka to come to the bed. Yuka, putting back the unused medicine, was rummaging through the pouch while naked, mumbling in a carefree way, “I should have posted ‘At the love hotel now’.”

That slovenly appearance, which Miyu and the others would never show, was somehow endearing. Is it because Yuka is younger than me? When I see that kind of pure and childish side, my evaluation of Yuka suddenly goes up.

“Aren’t you going to do it?”

“I’m going to!”

Yuka threw her phone on the sofa and then, completely naked, crash-landed a low-altitude body press on me. It hurt, normally.

“Hey, what’s wrong. Why are you shrinking up? You drank the aphrodisiac.”

“It’s just an aphrodisiac, so it would be a problem if I got big without getting aroused. It’ll get hard if we get in the mood.”

“Hmph.”

Yuka sat between my legs and then poked my penis, which was still flaccid, with her finger.

“Onii-san’s is so small when it’s soft, it’s kinda cute.”

“That comment kinda hurts so stop that.”

I’m okay because my experience as a result is above average, but for most guys, that kind of statement is a weapon of instant death.

“Did you know that most men get ED from psychological factors?”

“Ehh!? Really!? S-Sorry, yours is impressive. It felt so good last time, so cheer up. I’m counting on you tonight, too!”

Yuka hastily stroked my rounded penis. Why do you girls always talk to my penis instead of me? Is that the main attraction and I’m just a bonus?

“What can I do to make it bigger?”

“The quickest way is to get a really good blowjob, I guess.”

“Eh… well, okay. Just don’t you dare come inside my mouth.”

“I know, I know.”

It seems my semen has finally given her trauma. Yuka’s been forced to drink my semen many times by Miyu’s orders. I guess there’s nothing I can do about that.

“Mmph, chuu… chuup. Hmm. It’s easy to get it all in my mouth, so maybe this is better.”

“Miyu said something like that too.”

“It’s hard work doing this. You should be grateful.”

“Yes…”

Yuka showed off a mysterious sense of superiority, and then greedily took my foreskin-covered penis into her mouth. Why do I have to get scolded just for asking for a blowjob? I wish the world was full of girls like Yamamoto-san, who love giving servicing blowjobs.

“Fuu… ahh… Yuka, that’s good…”

Even so, a blowjob where my penis is swallowed whole feels amazing. Even in its small state, the sensitivity doesn’t change, and this sensation of my soft member being licked all over by her tongue is something I want to savor a little longer. However, because it feels so good, my penis gets erect, and she quickly pulls away from her mouth.

“Alright, we can have sex now, right?”

“No problem.”

I decided to do whatever Yuka wanted when it came to sex, so without resisting, I immediately put a condom on my penis.

I heard that missionary is best for the first time, so Yuka laid down on the bed and I got into a position where I was on top. When I put my penis against her opening, the accumulated love juices dripped down, confirming that there was enough lubrication, and then I decided to insert.

“I’m going in, Yuka.”

“Huh? Are you serious?”

“Hmm. Is there something else?”

“The atmosphere! You can’t just have a first time with this kind of vibe.”

Here comes the spoiled princess mode. I don’t know about anyone else, but I’m going to stick with you until the end. This is a matter of male pride now.

“Listen? A girl’s first time is something she’ll remember for the rest of her life, so do it properly.”

“Well, technically your first time was with that cardboard box, though.”

“I K N O W T H A T! But I won’t accept that. I’m so done with punishments and rape. Today is my one and only first time having sex. It’s going to be a holiday, and I’m going to celebrate it every year!”

“Okay, okay. Calm down. It was my fault. Let’s have sex that will be a good memory.”

I calmed down Yuka, who was throwing a tantrum, and patted her head, which I’m not used to doing, and Yuka calmed down.

“Sniff… tell me you want to have sex with me…”

“I’ve wanted to have sex with you since a while ago. You look cute today, Yuka. I want to put this in and feel your pussy soon.”

“Ah, you can say things that create an atmosphere, surprisingly. I’m starting to want it, too.”

Yuka wriggled her body and tempted me. The afterglow of the high tension is still lingering. Should I push it a little more?

“Can I put it in? I can’t hold back anymore.”

This isn’t a question to get instructions. It’s a question to create a sexy mood, to draw out an embarrassing answer from the other person.

“D-Do whatever you want… or, do you want me to go out of my way to tell you?”

Yuka’s expression says she wants me to put it in quickly, but she’s fidgeting and won’t be honest. This is all as expected. To get Yuka to reveal her true feelings, I need a curveball.

“Either way is fine.”

“Eh. E-Either way is fine?”

“You wouldn’t say I can do whatever I want with your body if it were any guy but me.”

“Well, yeah. I’d absolutely hate it if it were anyone but Onii-san.”

Gradually, Yuka’s body softened as if it were melting. But even this wasn’t enough.

“I already know the answer. But—”

I stopped just short of entering her, not even the head of my cock inside, teasing her, and whispered the final nail into Yuka’s ear.

“It’d make me happy if you said it from your mouth, Yuka.”

As I whispered that, the entrance to Yuka’s secret place tightened, inviting my penis deeper and deeper.

“Ugh… I… I want you to put it in…”

Yuka’s true feelings leaked out with a hot sigh. Before that heat cooled down, I thrust my penis deep inside her.

“Hagu… unh, aahh… it’s coming in… hyaa…!”

So that Yuka could firmly feel her first penis, I started to pump with a slow rhythm. Yuka’s inside felt different than when Miyu ordered it to be done – it didn’t have that fleshy softness, but the tightness had a pleasant sensation of sucking onto my cock.

“Yuka… you’re so tight…!”

“Ahn, aahh… when Onii-san’s… goes in, it feels bigger than it looks…!”

Yuka immediately asked to hold hands intimately after the insertion, and I used Yuka’s hands as reins, slamming my hips. Her long twin-braided hair was disheveled on the bed, and every time my cock pierced her flesh, Yuka’s voice became rougher, containing a beat of silence.

This was the first time I’d been dominant during sex. Maybe that’s why I was able to see the situation from a bird’s eye view more than usual, but seeing that usually cheeky Yuka moan in pleasure gave me a feeling of superiority as a male.

Yuka’s light body was easy for me to move around now that I’d built up muscle, and it was easy to gradually find the position that hit Yuka’s G-spot while thrusting in and out. The structure of a girl’s pussy is different for each person, but once you get the hang of it, it’s easy to figure out what angle to insert at.

“Haa, hauu, ahh, aahh… it feels s-so good…”

Once I got a feel for Yuka’s hole and figured out how to move my hips to get the best reaction, I switched gears to thinking about whether I could stimulate other erogenous zones while maintaining that state. The easiest place to touch and add pleasure to, of course, was her breasts. Instead of just her nipples, I started by licking the outline of her breasts, and at a certain point, her sensitivity suddenly increased. From there, I trailed my tongue to her neck, and although my hands were mostly used for support, when I had the chance, I stroked her thighs and anus, giving her as much simultaneous pleasure as possible. In terms of technique, that was all I had learned from my past sexual experiences.

“Ah, aahh… Onii-san…! S-Sex, haa, I’m having sex with Onii-san… mnyaaah!”

The sex with Yuka was more classic and correct than ever before: missionary position, with a condom, inserting while saying sweet words. I wasn’t so unskilled that I could pretend to be a virgin anymore, and there was both love and pleasure present. And yet, there was a sense of impatience in the time I continued my piston movements.

“Ahn, ah, ahh…”

Yuka’s honey pot, which was so hot at first, didn’t feel particularly good, perhaps because I’d gotten used to it. I thought I had a good grasp of how to thrust my penis to stimulate a girl’s erogenous zones from my experience with Yamamoto-san and Sachiko, but Yuka didn’t seem to be feeling it as much as she was letting on.

“Fuaa, ahh… auu… U-Uhm, Onii-san…? You can… give it your all, you know…?”

“I am giving it my all. Doesn’t it feel good?”

“Aah, no, it does feel good, you know? But, like, it’s not the same as before, is it?”

I was a little bummed by Yuka’s considerate words, but it was true that Yuka’s reaction wasn’t as good as it used to be. What I remembered about sex with Yuka was her moaning wildly with her eyes rolled back. This was supposed to be lovey-dovey sex, so it wouldn’t normally be like that, but even so, the fact that she didn’t even seem close to cumming was strange.

“I want that feeling of gyun-gyun, that feeling that resonates deep inside, that thing.”

“I see. Then I’ll be a little rougher.”

I decided that Yuka, who had gotten used to almost torturous sex during her punishments, couldn’t feel anything with normal stimulation. I made my hip movements bigger, violating Yuka’s insides with enough force to pry open her cervix.

“Ah… hauh… ahh… yann… ah, this…!”

“Haa, haa… Yuka… Yuka!!”

“Hii, Igi… ah, guh… Itai… S-Stop! Aughua, it h-hurts, do-don’t, stop!”

“Y-Yuka…?”

“It hurts, it hurts, so stop! End it for now!”

The way Yuka’s face was contorted in pain wasn’t the usual “no-no” that often happens during sex. I immediately pulled out my penis and checked to make sure there was no swelling or bleeding. I didn’t intend to make it so hard that she got hurt, but if something happened to a girl’s hoo-ha, it would be a big deal.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“Ugh… and it was supposed to be our first time.”

“I’m truly sorry this time. I apologize from the bottom of my heart.”

“I know you didn’t do it on purpose, but how did it come to this?”

I had fulfilled Yuka’s requests, and I had created a sexy atmosphere. The act itself was very natural, and I certainly wasn’t selfishly moving my hips, but I couldn’t make Yuka feel good. No matter how much I thought about it, I couldn’t come up with an answer. The hypothesis that I came to was that the cause wasn’t on my side, but on Yuka’s.

“Maybe Yuka can only feel it if she’s blindfolded or tied up, or with punishment-like play?”

“Huh…?”

For Yuka, who had been developing her erogenous zones through punishment all this time, even if her heart was filled with loving sex, her brain might not be able to judge it as a stimulus sufficient for sexual pleasure. I’m not the type to neglect myself, but no matter how much I looked for fault, it seemed that the cause was on Yuka’s side.

“Haaah!? T-There’s no way! Don’t be stupid!”

“It’s just a hypothesis. I thought it was the most likely, so it might be worth testing.”

“There, there’s n-no way that’s possible. It’s not like I’m a masochist or something…”

Yuka’s head was exploding with passion and confusion. The reason she was so upset was undoubtedly because she had also arrived at the same possibility, which was so spot-on.

“Okay. If you want to try it that much, then do it. You can tie me up or whatever. But if I don’t feel good with that, I’m going to do the same to Onii-san and do whatever I want.”

“I understand. Since I’m casting doubt on you, I’ll be prepared for the consequences.”

“Alright, the deal is sealed. I’m definitely not going to say it feels good!”

Yuka wrapped the blanket around her body as if drawing a line and waited for me to get ready. I decided to start with a blindfold, and picked up a handy face towel and folded it into thirds.

In the end, I’m going to end up restraining Yuka like this. The lovey-dovey sex plan had completely turned into a humiliation play where we were competing to make each other cum.

“Well then, let’s begin.”

Me and Yuka. On a day that was supposed to be a memorable day where we hoped for a lovey-dovey first time. The battle for our mutual dignity had now begun.