[Sad News] Living Together with the Unattainable Beauty—Her Overwhelming Affection Is Way Too Calculated - 25

Chapter 25: Something You Mustn’t Witness

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On a weekday evening, the cheerful chime of the intercom echoed through the quiet room. I lazily got up and checked the monitor, seeing the familiar uniform of a delivery worker. I went to the door and received a small, unremarkable cardboard box addressed to “Kanoko Fujigaya.”

“Fujigaya-san, your package is here!” 

I called out. She was laughing happily at a variety show on TV in the living room. 

“Oh, it’s here! Thanks!”

She said, excitedly running over. She opened the box carefully, almost like it was a treasure chest, with a hint of anticipation. Probably clothes or something. 

Well, she’s a model, so she must love fashion. 

Her sparkling demeanor was, as expected, cute. I returned to my room and resumed the game I’d paused. At that moment, my death flag was raised.

That night, the incident happened. I got out of the bath, a towel wrapped around my waist, drying my hair in the living room. Fujigaya-san, who’d gone to bathe after me, came out.

“Mm! ♡ The bath felt so good! ♡” 

She said in a warmer, more cheerful tone than usual. I was about to give my usual half-hearted “Good job today,” but no words came out. The sight of her standing before me completely destroyed my language center.

It wasn’t her usual fluffy bunny-ear no-bra pajamas. There stood Kanoko Fujigaya, exuding a wicked smile, wearing something black with an absurdly small surface area. In that instant, my eyeballs exploded.

Glossy black silk-like fabric. Thin, thin camisole straps boldly exposing her shoulders and chest. Intricate black lace adorning the chest and hem. But the deadliest part was the fabric’s thinness and minimal coverage.

Under the warm living room lighting, her perfect body lines stood out starkly. Her tightly cinched, slender waist. Long, pale legs extending gracefully. At their base, panties that could only be called strings, sinking into her soft flesh, her pubic area blending seamlessly into her smooth skin.

A belt on her left thigh held a small pink box, with a thin pink cord stretching toward her crotch. That outrageously provocative silhouette far exceeded—oh, so far exceeded—the information my feeble brain could process at once.

And above all, let me say it again, above all, what everyone prayed to see—her voluptuous, soft breasts and pale pink nipples were clearly visible through the thin black fabric.

Wha… huh? …N-n-nipples… …What? …Huh? …What’s this? A glitch? Is my vision glitching?

She slowly approached me. Like a grim reaper coming to claim my life, like a succubus destroying my rationality. With each step, the sheer fabric fluttered, teasing glimpses of barely hidden sacred territory.

Finally, she stopped 30 centimeters away, close enough for her breath to brush me. My thoughts completely froze. The violent, sweet scent of a girl washed over me, along with a faint mechanical hum—vrrr.

I didn’t know where to look. My vision spun wildly. If I looked at her face, I’d meet her innocent, smiling gaze. If I looked down, her violently massive breasts would sear into my retinas. Further down, the soft flesh where the strings dug in drew my eyes irresistibly. I could only stand frozen, clutching the hairdryer like a statue.

“What’s wrong, Miyazuka-kun? Your face is bright red. Feeling faint?” 

She said, stepping closer and tilting her head curiously. That casual gesture made the soft fabric at her chest flutter, revealing her full breasts and cute nipples. Her areolas were surprisingly large—puffy nipples, maybe? A fleetingly calm part of me noted.

“Ah! ♡ They popped out, how embarrassing! ♡”

She quickly pulled the fabric to cover them, but I’d seen it. Her nipples, deformed and squished by the fabric. Her breasts, crushed softly in her palm. Her lightly stroking her nipples. Her pulling up the panties, making them dig in further.

“Mm! ♡ …W-what do you think? ♡ Does it suit me? ♡ Look properly, okay? ♡♡”

Letting out a moan, she ran her hand over her massive breasts through the fabric. Her palm caught on the tips, and with an “Mm! ♡ “Her flicked breasts bounced heavily, the thin fabric slipping to expose them fully. She smirked at me with an upward glance, making no move to cover her exposed chest.

“Hey… ♡ Look properly, okay? ♡”

Another step closer. Her uncovered breasts brushed against my bare chest. Her pale, soft skin, with faint blue veins, was crystal clear. The vanilla scent of her body cream assaulted me.

“Shh! ♡ These bottoms are practically strings, right? ♡ …Haha! ♡ Funny, huh… Mm! ♡♡♡”

She pulled back slightly, pinching the strings and spreading them, unavoidably exposing her groin and pubic bone. The hidden parts, smooth and glossy, faintly reflected the room’s light.

I stared, wide-eyed, unable to look away. Something glistened, running down her thigh, growing in volume and reaching the floor. The mechanical hum—vrrr—continued. I had a guess. That pink thing must be inside her?

“Ah! ♡ …Keep watching, okay? ♡♡”

She suddenly grabbed her breasts, lifting them to her mouth, bringing her pink nipples to her lips. Staring at me, she pressed her nipples together and began licking them with wet, slurping sounds.

“Mm! ♡ Amu! ♡ Mm! ♡ Jururu! ♡ Mm! ♡ Slurp! ♡♡”

Her small, cute moans filled the room, a sweet, beautiful music I’d never heard in my life.

“Amu! ♡ Njuru! ♡ Ufu! ♡ I wish I had milk… ♡♡”

I stared at her smirking face, my dick painfully erect. The puddle on the floor grew even larger. She let go, and her massive breasts bounced heavily under gravity.

“Hey! ♡ Miyazuka-kun! ♡ Hold this! ♡♡”

She handed me the pink box from her thigh. My trembling hands took it, my gaze darting between her and the box. This was… That thing, right? My brain was completely fried, and I could only obey her.

“That… ♡ Round dial… ♡ It’s on low now… ♡ Turn it as much as you want… ♡ It’s okay! ♡♡”

Shaking all over, I followed her instructions, turning the dial—click, click, click.

“Mm! ♡ Ohhho! ♡ Ohhh! ♡ Too strong! ♡ Suddenly too strong! ♡♡”

She grabbed my shoulders, her knees trembling, her back arching and convulsing. Why, why was I witnessing Fujigaya-san, the unattainable flower, in such a depraved state? Why was she showing this to me? 

Her hips danced, her beautiful face rolled back, tongue lolling out. From her plump pussy, a torrent of squirt gushed, soaking my lower body.

“Ohh! ♡ Igu! ♡ Iguiguigu! ♡ My pussy’s coming! ♡ Ohhh! ♡♡♡ Coming! ♡ Stop it! ♡ Stop it! ♡ Ohh, Igu! ♡ Igu! ♡ No! ♡ Coming again! ♡ Ahh! ♡ Ah! Ah! ♡ Ohh, cumming! ♡ Cumming! ♡ No! ♡ Coming again! ♡ Cumming! ♡ Cumming! ♡ Stop it! ♡ Please! ♡ Stop it! ♡ Coming again! ♡ Igu! ♡ Cumminggggg! ♡♡♡♡”

Stunned by her display, I snapped back and quickly turned the dial off. Her knees buckled, and I caught her, her body drenched in sweat and squirt. Up close, her tear- and snot-streaked face was still beautiful, cute.

“Ah! ♡ Thank you! ♡”

She suddenly grabbed my head, pressing her massive breasts to my mouth. Her small nipples teased my tongue. Instinctively, I sucked on them.  An overwhelmingly sweet scent and the taste of sweat hit me.

“Ah! ♡ Ah! ♡ Ah! ♡ Miyazuka-kun! ♡ So cute! ♡♡”

No good. I’d reached my limit. The last line of my rationality collapsed completely. Yes, I exploded!! Without even touching, just watching her depravity, I’d already ejaculated. The bath towel around my waist was soaked with semen, dripping to the floor, mixing with her massive puddle. My knees were shaking like crazy.

“Uwaaaaaaah!”

I let out an incomprehensible scream I’d never heard from myself. Tossing the hairdryer to the floor, I fled like a startled rabbit, clutching my crotch. I dove into my room, slamming the door with a loud bang!

Not enough, I locked it with a click. Leaning against the door, I slid to the floor.

My heart pounded at an impossible speed. Thud, thud, thud—like an air raid siren, fierce and relentless. My face burned. Sweat poured from my body.

It’s a hallucination… Yes, it must be a hallucination…

I desperately told myself. It had to be the exhaustion from test studying. A low-quality, overly stimulating hallucination caused by fatigue.

There was no way the unattainable flower would appear before me in such a scandalous outfit, like an ero light novel character or a hypnosis doujin heroine. Starting to masturbate in front of me? Absolutely impossible. Yes. A mirage. An illusion.

I

 could only protect my fragile, pathetic mind by convincing myself of that. But. But…. That sight was already burned into my retinas, refusing to fade. The afterimage of swaying black lace, her massive breasts and pink nipples reshaped by her hands, the softness visible through those string-like panties.

Her tongue licking her own nipples, her eyes locked on me. The puddle on the floor. Her losing it to the vibrator. They mercilessly confirmed to me that it was all real. I kept ejaculating until I ran out of tissues, sinking into deep, dark self-loathing.

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