The Case of the Older Woman Next Door Being Way Too Lewd - 7

Chapter 7: The Older Woman Who Feels Good

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“Mnh… n-nn… ah… mnh!”

“…………”

It was still a long way from bedtime, but for some early sleepers, they might already be residents under their futons. Mashiro-san and I had no intention of sleeping yet and were still awake, but at this rate, it felt like I might end up staying the night here again today.

“Right there… that feels so good… Taka-kun… a little more… hyan!?”

Seriously, this person is definitely doing this on purpose.

Just to be clear so there was no misunderstanding, I wasn’t doing anything to Mashiro-san that should warrant such suggestive moans, nor was Mashiro-san engaging in any “solo activities” in front of me.

“Take that.”

“Ow.”

When I gave a gentle chop to the back of her head, Mashiro-san let out a cute yelp of pain. What was I doing? It was simple. I was giving her a shoulder massage. A little while after finishing the call with my father, Mashiro-san mentioned that her shoulders were stiff. So, as a way of thanking her for everything she had done, I was giving her a massage.

“But it feels so good. The feeling of the tension gradually melting away is so nice, I just couldn’t help letting it out.”

“Was it really that good?”

“Yes, I’ve reached the point where I can’t be satisfied unless it’s Taka-kun. Well, it’s only natural since Taka-kun is the only one allowed to touch my body.”

I was happy to hear that. Well, it seemed it wasn’t a lie that her shoulders were stiff. I could tell by kneading them that they were quite hard. Since she was always carrying such heavy things, it was only to be expected for her shoulders to be stiff.

“Thank you, Taka-kun. It feels much better.”

“I’m glad to hear that.”

I didn’t think something like this was enough to repay her for everything. But if it was something of this level, I intended to do it as much as she asked.

“Fuwah.”

I accidentally let out a yawn. It wasn’t like I wanted to sleep right this second, but I guess I was a little sleepy. Perhaps because my head was a bit foggy, I ended up falling right into Mashiro-san’s trap.

“Hey, Taka-kun. Actually, there’s one more place I’d like you to loosen up.”

“Where?”

“Just slide your hands down a little bit from there… right, right.”

As I was told, I let my hands slide down from Mashiro-san’s shoulders along the line of her arms.

“Stop right there. Now, put your hands forward and grab as if you’re reaching inside.”

“Okay.”

When I did as I was told, what was transmitted to my palms was something incredibly soft. As I applied pressure with my palms, the sensation of that supreme softness—it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to call it the pinnacle of comfort—and the feeling of my fingers sinking into that soft mass was almost addictive.

“Taka-kun, just keep kneading like that. Onee-san is quite sensitive there, so soon I’ll—”

“…!?”

I snapped my eyes open and pulled my hands away instantly. Mashiro-san then stared at me with a pained look, asking why I stopped.

“Honestly, Taka-kun! That’s the part where you’re supposed to knead with all your might and eventually start sucking on them! Honestly, Taka-kun is just so Taka-kun!”

With a huff, Mashiro-san pouted and looked forward. However, she made no move to distance her body from mine. I was leaning against the backrest of the sofa, and Mashiro-san was sitting down right between my legs… 

I don’t think a detailed explanation of this position is necessary.

“Mashiro-san?”

“Hmph.”

It seemed she was sulking.

“Are you not going to move away?”

“I’m not moving. I’m going to stay merged with Taka-kun forever.”

She pressed her back against my chest as if putting her full weight on me. Hmm, once it got like this, Mashiro-san wasn’t likely to budge. But to be honest, from a man’s perspective, this position was like a reward. Since I couldn’t move, I wrapped my arms around Mashiro-san’s stomach and used my free hand to pat her head. I wasn’t doing this to strike back though.

“…Ah.”

There were people who couldn’t sleep without a body pillow, and until recently, I honestly used to think “how much do you need that?” But having someone nearby whom I could hug with all my might like this… how should I put it, there seemed to be something that made my heart feel very much at ease.

Well, unlike a body pillow, she actually has warmth and softness.

Taking a mental “victory” over no one in particular, I tried to hug Mashiro-san with my whole body.

“…Taka-kun.”

“Yes.”

“I’m a pushover of a woman. My face right now must look incredible.”

“In what way?”

“I’m so happy I can’t stop smirking. Even when I try my hardest to hold it back, my mouth is so loose that a smile is about to spill out.”

“Haha, isn’t that cute?”

Mashiro-san was a beauty, but there were many moments when I thought she was cute. She looked scary sometimes when the light vanished from her eyes, but still, the impression of her being beautiful or cute came first.

“You are cute, Mashiro-san. You’re beautiful too, and… well, your sex appeal is incredible, but there really are many moments where you’re cute. Like right now.”

“A-ah… auh.”

I couldn’t see Mashiro-san’s expression from my angle, but right now, her shyness seemed stronger than her happiness. The proof was that she was red all the way to her ears.

“…What is this? This is practically mutual love.”

After muttering something, Mashiro-san stood up to move away from me. Just as I was feeling a bit of loneliness from the disappearance of the warmth that had been close by, Mashiro-san spun around and hugged me head-on.

“Wait!?”

“…No, I won’t let go.”

She lifted her legs high and got onto the sofa, sitting down so that her legs were on either side of my lap. She stayed in a position that could be called the “I love you hold” with both legs. Furthermore, she rested her face on my shoulder, making me feel ticklish, and I could directly feel the sensation of Mashiro-san’s large breasts being squished against my chest.

“…Fufu.”

Well, I guess it’s fine if Mashiro-san is happy like this.

After continuing in that position for a while, I was naturally fighting against various things, and my sleepiness was blown away. It seemed Mashiro-san realized that while she was pampering me, and after calming down a bit, she told me she was sorry. And then..

“Taka-kun, shall we “hit it” next?”

“Let’s do that.”

The two of us moved to the bedroom and were now on the bed. “Hit it” sounded dangerous, but it definitely didn’t mean hitting a person. Mashiro-san and I were each looking at our smartphones, playing a popular app. It was a game that Mashiro-san often played on her streams, boasting considerable popularity and sales.

“…It’s strong.”

“It is. Having this character really makes it easier.”

“Because they’re a limited unit.”

In modern apps, limited characters naturally exist. Their performance varies, but the limited characters in this game were characterized by having higher performance than permanent characters. The limited character currently available was recommended because they had a special advantage against the boss that Mashiro-san and I were challenging together… but unfortunately, I didn’t have them.

“Taka-kun, since I want to thank you for everything, shall we pull for it? I’ll pay for the guarantee.”

“I’ll pass on having you pay for my microtransactions. If I’m going to spend money, I’d rather buy a present for you, Mashiro-san.”

Spending money on games will have to wait until I start working…

I certainly couldn’t afford microtransactions as a high schooler. Or rather, my heart wavered for a moment at Mashiro-san’s words, but I managed to discipline myself. The guarantee for this game was 60,000 yen. While it was an expense that wouldn’t even pinch Mashiro-san, I naturally refused.

After that, I tilted my head at Mashiro-san, who had become a bit quiet, as we finished playing with the game and turned off the bedroom lights.

“…Taka-kun.”

“What is it?”

As if pushing through the duvet, Mashiro-san pressed her shoulder right up against mine. It was a distance where I could see Mashiro-san’s beautiful face right nearby if I tilted my gaze even slightly. I wondered if she had something she wanted to say, and then Mashiro-san said this.

“Taka-kun, you don’t buy adult magazines, do you? You don’t watch videos either?”

“Pfft!?”

The suddenness of it made me think I was going to choke.

“That’s out of the blue…”

“I was just a little curious.”

Why are you curious?

If I asked that, I wondered what the reply would be. Well, I decided to answer the question anyway.

“Adult magazines… I’ve never bought magazines like that. Videos… well, I don’t really feel like watching them, I guess.”

It wasn’t that I had an unmanageable sex drive, and it was just that I didn’t feel like watching them so I didn’t buy or watch them. Or rather, there was a part of me that felt there was no point in buying them. Because..

Well, you know?

“…I already have an erotic Onee-san right nearby, I guess?”

Well, that could be called the complete answer. When I said that, Mashiro-san’s eyes widened for a moment, then her cheeks turned red and she started mumbling something.

“…Eh, in other words, that means I’m Taka-kun’s… mufu, mufufu♪”

“…Mashiro-san?”

“What is it? Fufu, I see, I see, that’s how it was. Oh, Taka-kun♪”

Mashiro-san, who was now hugging my arm tightly, seemed to be in a very good mood, smiling broadly. Just like that, I fell asleep while feeling her warmth, my arm still held by the ever-smiling Mashiro-san.

“It’s okay, Taka-kun, because Taka-kun is also Onee-san’s fap material!”

It was Mashiro, over-interpreting something.

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