The Case of the Older Woman Next Door Being Way Too Lewd - 13

Chapter 13: The Older Woman Who Just Wants to Excite Me

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“Does it hurt? I see, then I’ll put it in a little deeper, okay? Yes, do your best. There, there… yes, I got a slightly big one out.”

“………..”

Crap, Mashiro-san’s whispering feels like it’s reaching directly into my brain.

Mashiro-san released videos, or sometimes did ASMR videos during livestreaming, but this was like I was listening to that realistic voice from a special front-row seat that no one else could experience. I bet a fan would pay any amount of money to be in this spot.

“You really are such a good boy, staying so still. Just a little longer, stay like this for just a little longer. Now then, let’s do our best for the final touch.”

She said she was recording and could erase my voice if it got in, but I guess that meant she intended to use this audio as it is. When she talks to me normally, her way of speaking often feels sweet or cute. However, unlike usual, since this was for a video, it seemed she was consciously speaking in a way that would make the listener feel a tingling sensation. It was the kind of feeling that melts your brain or to put it more strongly, the kind that ravishes it.

“…ngh.”

A small flash of pain ran through me, causing my body to twitch. It wasn’t painful enough to make me shout. It was just a light, surprising sting. Even so, that sound was likely picked up.

“Ah, sorry. Did that hurt?”

I gave a small shake of my head.

“I see… I’m really sorry. It’s just a little more, so leave yourself in Onee-san’s hands for a bit longer.”

A bit of the usual Mashiro-san returned to her acting voice, but since I signaled that I was okay, she seemed to return to her performance. The same position continued for a while, and it seemed she finally finished cleaning my ears… but Mashiro-san didn’t stop there.

After finishing the cleanup with a cotton swab and tissue, she began to give it a lick.

“Ngh…”

“Fufu, look, don’t move. This is your reward for working so hard until the end.”

Along with the sensation of her tongue licking, I felt Mashiro-san’s breath directly. Moreover, because this wasn’t something I could see and was happening in a place beyond my field of vision, I felt like I was going to develop some strange feelings.

“Hey, can you tell? My tongue is going in and out. Fufu, making your body shiver so cutely… does it feel that good? If so, do you want to do something even more extreme with Onee-san?”

And with that, Mashiro-san switched off the recording button.

“Okay, good work♪”

“…Right.”

I ended up giving a half-hearted reply. There was that unexpected happening at the end, but the fact remained that she had cleaned both my ears. It really felt good, and I felt like the inside of my ears had become very clean. I tried to sit up, but… of course, there was no way Mashiro-san was going to end it with just that.

“Wait, from here on is a special service just for Taka-kun.”

“Huh?”

“Could you look this way? Turn your body around.”

As I turned my body as told, my gaze naturally fell upon Mashiro-san’s body. Looking slightly sideways, there was a large swelling that filled my vision. Mashiro-san began licking my ear just like before.

“Mashiro-san!?”

“Slurp… lick… phew.”

As she licked with audible sounds and occasionally blew her breath on me, something incomparable to before seemed to race up my spine.

“Okay, the ear licking is over.”

“I understa—”

I thought I was finally released, but… in the next instant, Mashiro-san pressed her chest against my face.

“A reward again at the very, very end. Make sure to savor it, okay?♪”

Because the buttons weren’t closed, I felt the sensation of her exposed cleavage to my heart’s content, and at the same time, a flower-like scent assaulted my nostrils. Just like before, it wasn’t suffocating at all, It felt as if the pure scent and softness were letting me experience pleasure to the fullest. However, since I had to breathe, I naturally let out breaths, and every time I did, Mashiro-san would let out a suggestive voice as if she were ticklish.

“Being like this makes me want to spoil you more and more. Hey, Taka-kun, is this enough for you? You can do more of what you want to do, you know?”

Along with the supreme softness pressed against the side of my face, Mashiro-san’s syrupy voice vibrated my eardrums and shook my brain. Even so, I somehow managed to endure and succeeded in pulling away from Mashiro-san. Looking disappointed, Mashiro-san tried to fasten the front of her nurse outfit, but perhaps because the nurse outfit couldn’t fully contain the sheer size of her busty boobs, a button popped and flew off with a snapping sound.

“It really is a bit tight… oh dear.”

As if to make me wonder how it happened, her chest area spread open from the force of the button popping, exposing everything. Without thinking, I reached out to Mashiro-san’s chest as if to hide the important parts, and somehow succeeded in covering them… 

Wait, what on earth am I doing? 

I critiqued myself internally.

“Oh, oh my~♪”

Normally she should have been embarrassed, but Mashiro-san wore a happy smile and gripped my wrists firmly, as if to say she would never let my hands escape. Then, she slowly moved my wrists as if to knead them.

“…Nnh… ah…”

“Wait, Mashiro-san…”

Why is this person’s grip strength so strong?!

The large breasts changed shape according to the movement of my palms. They were lifted up, lowered as she relaxed, and when pressed, my fingers sank in as if burying into the flesh… then, Mashiro-san spoke as if reminiscing.

“Hey Taka-kun, do you remember what happened exactly one year ago?”

“One year ago?”

“Yes, how my mother saw us doing something like this.”

“…Ah—”

I would have preferred not to remember that, actually.

It was a while after I met Mashiro-san, yet we were as close then as we are now. When various accidents happened and I was being teased by Mashiro-san doing something similar to this, by some twist of fate, we were seen by Mashiro-san’s mother.

“Wow~”

But as they say, like mother like daughter… Mashiro-san’s mother didn’t get angry. On the contrary, she went as far as saying “I leave my daughter to you.” That event was carved into my memory as something embarrassing in many ways.

“…Wait, why are we talking about memories in this position?”

“Ufufu~♪ I don’t mind at all!”

Mashiro-san appeared composed, but her ears were very red, so she must have been embarrassed. In the end, until Mashiro-san was satisfied… though that might be a bit of a misnomer, until she let go of my hands, I continued to feel that soft yet elastic sensation against my palms.

Somewhere in Japan, a man sat before a PC wearing headphones.

“…This is incredible.”

He was listening to the ASMR video—Mashiro’s ear-cleaning and ear-licking voice—that had just been streamed. With a voice that resonated directly in the brain, it went without saying that for a Mashiro die-hard like him, this video was a tremendous reward.

And this time, the ASMR video was strangely realistic. Of course, she was consciously speaking in a way to excite the listener, but the sounds other than her voice that could be heard from time to time created a sense of reality. There were sound effects like someone shifting their body according to Mashiro’s actions as if they were right there, and Mashiro herself was asking questions as if someone were truly present.

“Mashiro really is the best…”

The man had exerted his presence in Mashiro’s live broadcasts as much as possible until now and had paid a considerable amount in donations. Spending the salary he received as compensation for working hard at his company every day was exactly what he desired.

“Mashiro really has no shadow of a man around her… that’s another good thing about her.”

Sometimes things happen that could be misunderstood, but the man thought it was normal if one didn’t worry about it strangely. In the first place, she still did livestream even on holiday nights, so it was safe to assume she didn’t have a man. If she did, she’d go on a date with him on the weekend instead of livestreaming. That was why he could be certain that there was no man by Mashiro’s side.

…Well, that was all just the man’s delusion, but it was probably because he didn’t want to believe for a moment that his favorite idol had the shadow of a man.

“Good work today too.”

He sent a message to Mashiro on social media again today. There was basically no reply, but that was fine. As long as he could deliver his voice in any form to Mashiro, he could be satisfied.

His power to live each day, his driving force, was Mashiro’s existence… To be honest, this man was confident that if Mashiro were to suddenly report she was getting married, he would die. Praying that such a day would never come, the man would continue to contribute to his favorite.

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