[Sad News] Living Together with the Unattainable Beauty—Her Overwhelming Affection Is Way Too Calculated - 60

Chapter 60: Interlude 5: Countdown 2

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Today was the movie night we had promised yesterday. I planned to hit Gen-chan with a fierce blow, making him intensely aware of me.

Love games don’t matter anymore! I will burn myself into Gen-chan’s mind! I will fill his thoughts completely with me! That’s all!

On the living room coffee table, I set up the movie-watching setup as before. The arrangement was immaculate if I might say so myself. I prepared lightly salted popcorn, his favorite consommé-flavored potato chips and ice-cold cola. 

On the sofa, a fluffy cushion and me. I eagerly awaited Gen-chan coming out of the bath. Last time, on that day, I wore a T-shirt, but today I wore the white babydoll from the first time Gen-chan took my ass.

A delicate, sheer lace camisole type. The fabric meant to cover my breasts was just a triangular outline of strings, leaving my breasts fully exposed. Below my chest, thin fabric draped, gently covering my stomach and hips.

The matching panties had a large vertical slit at the crotch. This was the ultimate battle gear.

The difference from last time was that I could now produce breast milk, so the exposed-breast design actually served a purpose. An upgrade, basically.

“I’m done with my bath…”

Fufun. He looks completely petrified.

As usual, he came out with just a towel around him and his face froze in shock the moment he saw me. I giggled and signaled the start.

“Shall we get started?”

I patted the sofa, guiding him to his spot. I used the remote to dim the room’s lights to a nightlight setting. The living room took on an unusually erotic atmosphere in the low light. The sofa creaked as he sat beside me. I closed the slight gap, handing him a small cup.

“A drink for after your bath. Try it?”

“Uh, th-thanks.”

I stared as he drank it down in one go without hesitation.

“How’s my breast milk?”

“Wha-!? B-Breast milk!?”

“You drank tons yesterday, didn’t you? Fufu, is it tasty?”

“Y-Yes. It’s delici—tasty!”

Satisfied, I used the remote to start the romance movie. It was one my friends at school were talking about, so I figured I should watch it. Grand music played as the screen faded to black, showing the protagonists’ school life.

Gen-chan doesn’t seem like the type for romance movies, but is he indulging my taste?

I glanced at his reaction. Our eyes met. Oh, he was looking at my breasts? 

Naughty boy. Does he want to touch them? Suck them? Oh, fine.

“Hey, can I come over there?”

“Th-There? Where?”

I stood slowly in front of him, spreading his legs and settling between them, leaning my back against his chest. I felt his cock through the towel near my hips. It was already hard.

“F-Fujigaya-san!”

“Come on, this is how we do it now.”

I took his arms, crossing them over my stomach. Stroking his arms gently to ease his tension, I focused on the movie. It was an ordinary romance movie, but watching it with someone you love made me think to myself. 

I want to do that, I want to be told that.

The TV showed a couple embracing. He noticed too, slowly but firmly hugging me once. A surge of immense happiness made my breast milk spurt onto his arms.

“Ah!”

We both exclaimed. That was the cue for him to grab and knead my breasts. My large breasts changed shape roughly under his fingers, spurting more milk.

“F-Fujigaya-san! S-Sorry, sorry!”

“Mmph!♡ It’s fine!♡ Ahh!♡”

I took his right hand, gently guiding it.

“I’m♡ watching the movie,♡ so do whatever you want here!♡”

His fingers stroked my clitoris. He gathered love juices from my vagina, teasing my clitoris slickly. His touch was awkward but gentle. His left hand, as taught, pinched my nipple hard. His effort to please me was irresistibly endearing.

“Mmph!♡ Coming!♡”

My body trembled with small spasms. He seemed to study my reactions, searching for my weak spots. I’d let him do as he pleased. Giving him the answers would be no fun.

As the movie reached its climax, with the heroine about to confess to the hero, I was breathless from an hour and a half of relentless teasing, barely aware of the movie. From what I recalled, around my thirtieth orgasm, his cock had already entered my anus. 

Hugged from behind, my anus was ravaged intensely, my pussy teased fiercely, my face a mess of tears and snot. Somehow, he found my G-spot, targeting it relentlessly for a full hour. No matter how many times I came, the torment didn’t stop, driving me half-mad.

“Ahhh!♡ Ahhh!♡ I can’t!♡♡ My pussy’s breaking!♡ Ohhh!♡ Ohhh!♡ Breaking!♡♡ My pussy!♡ My pussy’s breaking!♡ Ohhh!♡ Coming!♡ Coming, coming, coming!♡♡♡ Ohhh!♡♡♡ Coming, coming, coming!♡♡ —!♡♡♡”

“Guh! Fujigaya-san!! I’m coming again!! Inside!!”

As I took his final ejaculation, the movie ended. I didn’t remember a thing about it, but since it spiced up our naughty time, I’d give it a five-star rating.

The coffee table was soaked with my squirt, the popcorn too wet to eat. Our bodies were a mess of squirt, love juices, and breast milk. Where my back pressed against his chest, it frothed white, stringy with every movement.

His cock, pulled out with a plop, was frothy with semen and smelled intense. My anus, half-open, gurgled as semen overflowed. In our hazy consciousness, we collapsed together on the sofa, faintly laughing.

“Cleanup’s gonna be tough, huh?♡”

“Haha, I’ll help!”  

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