Volume 1 Chapter 6

Volume 1 + Chapter 6: No-Good Person.

[Author’s Note: But [being called] perverted is just an appetizer!]

Ever since she started occasionally taking care of my meals, things in my room began to increase little by little.

I think the first thing was probably a set of tableware.

In my room, where I paid absolutely no mind to things like cooking for myself, I only had one set of tableware prepared.

Perhaps because of that, she would always just watch me eat with a smile.

Maybe she felt uncomfortable, or lonely, or perhaps she selfishly said she wanted to eat together and acted clingy.

That very day, we went together to buy tableware for her.

But when mealtime came around, I was surprised to find that my tableware had also been renewed with a matching design.

Still, the meals I ate with her were much, much more delicious than usual.

After that, it was things like a toothbrush, and cosmetics.

“I want to brush my teeth right after eating,” “My makeup smears when I’m in front of the stove.”

With such little reasons like that, each time she took care of me, small items 

would gradually increase.

By the time about two weeks had passed, she had started spending almost every day holed up in my room.

And even after that, her presence in the room only kept growing.

The climax was this.

“When Yui-chan is late from work or something, I could still have the meal preparation ready, you know~?”

When she said something like that to me, my stomach was already completely in her grasp, so I nodded without a second thought.

Before I knew it, I had given her a spare key.

Honestly, I thought afterward that this might be a bit much, but her house is next door, and I know exactly who to complain to if something happens.

And in reality, when I came home exhausted from an unfamiliar part-time job, and was greeted with a “Welcome back” along with a wonderful smell, that was the end of it.

Needless to say, I was completely smitten in one go.

After that, she stopped even giving excuses or reasons even when clothes or bedding increased, and I stopped asking about them.

By the rainy season, about a month later, she and I had started living a life that was almost like semi-cohabitation.

But, although this semi-cohabitation life with her itself is very enjoyable, I have to be careful no matter what.

After all, I have something attached to me that must not be found out.

If I let my guard down, I feel like I’m going to get an erection—or rather, when she’s close, I’m mostly erect.

Before I get found out, I have to tell her someday. I have to.

I had thought about it many times, but I just couldn’t bring myself to say it.

I couldn’t stop this enjoyable life, pricked by feelings of guilt.

────

On a certain Sunday, a day off from school.

Even though it was a precious day off, she woke me up regularly, and so I was lounging in the living room, absorbed in the TV and my smartphone, but…

“Mmph, mmphh…uu…”

A flickering, moving shadow and sound in the corner of my vision bothered me, and honestly, I couldn’t concentrate.

I don’t know how many times it was that my gaze was drawn, but when I glanced over, there she was, as you might imagine.

Wearing form-fitting, midriff-baring workout wear that clung to her body lines, she was striking a peculiar pose on a long, narrow mat.

“…What pose is that?”

“Ea-Eagle… It’s supposed to be good for stiff shoulders…”

After holding the pose for a while, she released it and got on all fours.

Keeping her hips high, she stretched her hands forward, bringing her upper body close to the floor.

That, I’m sure, is the cat stretch pose.

It looks so suggestive, almost like an invitation, so I looked it up right away, no mistake.

While I was thinking these pointless thoughts, I realized I had been staring hard and hurriedly averted my gaze.

No matter how good for health and training yoga is said to be, is it really okay to wear tight clothes that emphasize your chest and butt while making such seductive noises?

My shameless dick had already started to sweetly swell from that scene earlier.

And, perhaps my position was bad, it was stiffening downward, straining inside my shorts.

Bothered by the uncomfortable fit, I tried to secretly adjust the position of my dick so she wouldn’t see.

“Ah, Yui-chan. Is soba okay for lunch?”

“Pyaii!”

Suddenly spoken to, my whole body shook with a start.

When I flusteredly looked her way, I met her eyes—she looked a little surprised, probably shocked by the weird sound I made.

As I just nodded desperately up and down, she smiled sweetly and started focusing on maintaining her pose.

It seemed she hadn’t noticed me fidgeting.

I felt relieved at that, and perhaps because of the shock, my dick had completely wilted.

“Yui-chan, I’m going to use the shower.”

“Y-yeah…”

Having presumably finished her round of yoga training, she put away the mat and told me.

When I nodded, she said something like “No peeking, okay?” as a joke, and walked toward the bath carrying a towel and change of clothes.

I ended up watching her retreating back with my eyes—somehow alluring, glistening with sweat.

After a little while, the sound of flowing water, a zaa-zaa sound, came from beyond the wall.

I was finally able to let out a deep, deep sigh.

My apartment is a 1LDK layout with a separate bath and toilet, soundproofed, and only 3 years old—a really good find.

For me, a one-room would have been plenty, but my mom, who unusually came along to help pick the place, was quite stubborn about it, so it ended up like this.

I get a monthly allowance from my dad that’s about the equivalent of the fingers on both hands, but I wonder what face he’d make if he knew 80% of it disappears into rent.

Well, anyway, the immediate problem is different.

This room, which is more than spacious enough for living alone, is a bit cramped for two people.

If you assign the Western-style room as the bedroom and the living room as the room for daytime, it doesn’t work out to one room per person.

In other words, when we’re both here, it’s hard to get any private time.

And on top of that, whereas she usually goes back to her own place after one day, or at most every other day, on some whim she’s been staying over for about five days straight now.

Placed in this situation, I hadn’t been able to properly relieve my sexual urges.

The zaa-zaa sound of running water still hadn’t stopped.

Beyond that wall, in the bathroom, is a defenseless, completely naked her.

Just imagining that, blood starts to swarm restlessly to my dick.

I even think, maybe I should just do it while she’s showering.

But if I start, one round definitely won’t be enough, and she’d absolutely find out later from the smell or something.

I let out another sigh, shook my head to forcibly blow away the indecent thoughts, and decided to endure the frustrating time.

────

“Mmm~… I think I’ll really go home today…”

“…Really?”

While we were sitting side-by-side eating the somen noodles served in glass bowls, she murmured those words as if suddenly remembering. I couldn’t help but bite.

At my unexpectedly eager reaction, she blinked in surprise.

Ignoring her, my brain began working at full speed.

Her going home meant I would be alone tonight.

Which meant, tonight I could masturbate as much as I wanted.

I feel bad for her, but I think it’s only natural that I’d jump at the chance, forced into abstinence for the last five days or so.

“Yeah, even though it’s right next door, I haven’t gone back for five days after all.”

“I see… I might be a little lonely.”

But still, I couldn’t openly show my joy in front of her.

I clenched my back teeth, suppressing the grin that threatened to break out on my face.

Truthfully, for me, who had started getting used to her staying over, the days she wasn’t here were genuinely lonely.

Normally, I’d even think I wanted her not to go back, but…

But, sorry, right now I honestly wanted to masturbate so badly, I was at my limit.

“Tomorrow, after we come back from school together, can I stay over again?”

“…Yeah.”

Putting on a solemn face for her, who was furrowing her brows apologetically, I was mentally striking a victory pose.

────

“For dinner, I made some ahead, so please make do with that.”

“Mm.”

“Ah, and I’ll do the laundry tomorrow, so just leave it as is.”

“Got it.”

“And then, umm…”

“You really don’t need to worry that much…”

Several minutes had passed since we finished lunch and I saw her off to the entrance.

Her level of worry, just like a mother leaving her daughter alone for the first overnight trip, made me genuinely exasperated.

Does she think I can’t do anything by myself…?

Well, it’s true, I won’t deny that when I’m alone I end up eating cup noodles all the time.

But even now I can cook rice by myself now.

Though one out of three times it mysteriously turns into porridge.

“Really? Well then, see you tomorrow at school.”

“Okay.”

Having finished worrying about me, she finally seemed satisfied.

Waving back at her as she opened the front door, looking reluctant to leave.

As the door closed with a patan sound, I pressed my ear tightly against the door and held my breath.

From the other side of the door, I could hear the kotsu kotsu sound of her heels moving away.

Eventually, when that sound faded, I locked the door and let out a sigh.

“Eh, eheheee…♥”

Now, finally, I’m alone today.

Now I can masturbate as much as I want.

The moment I thought that, the corners of my mouth slackly rose.

I felt the composed expression on my face collapse into a grin.

I’ll do it. Right now, immediately.

Thinking that, with light-hearted steps on my way to the bedroom, I suddenly stopped in front of the door in the hallway.

Beyond this door is the changing room and the bathroom… ah…

The moment I realized what was beyond that door, an idea flashed into my mind, and my throat gulped audibly.

I opened the door stealthily, rummaged furtively through the laundry basket,

found the item I was looking for, hid it by holding it close to my chest, and hurried to the bedroom.

────

“I brought it… but…”

Facing the spoils I had retrieved from the laundry basket, I gulped.

Spread out before me as I sat on the bed were the training wear and panties she had been wearing before her shower.

The idea that had flashed into my mind earlier was to use these to masturbate.

But, this is a bit…

When this idea first struck me, spurred by its sheer immorality, I thought, am I a genius?

But actually facing real items like this, it feels, well, criminal, or perverted…

If I stain them, I’ll have to deal with the aftermath, and if she later asks, “Have you seen my underwear?”, I’d be outed instantly.

Although I brought them to the bedroom all fired up, as I thought about various things, my heart, which had been so excited, began to wilt pathetically.

In short, I lost my nerve.

As the room clock ticked kachikochi, I found myself unable to move.

“Maybe I should put them back…”

That time lasted about 30 minutes.

After agonizing and agonizing over her clothes in front of me, the conclusion I finally reached was that one.

Having decided, I picked up her clothes again and tried to stand up…

I think a demon possessed me.

I went to the trouble of gathering the courage to bring them, so it should be okay to at least… smell them a little, right?

That’s what I ended up thinking.

“Just a little… just the smell… that’s all…♥”

Muttering excuses to no one in particular, I grabbed the clothes she had worn with hands that threatened to tremble, and slowly pressed them against my face.

Desperately suppressing my breathing, which was getting fast from excitement, I took a slow, deep breath, and immediately her sweet, sweet scent wafted around me.

“Ua, u…♥ Sooo good, this smell…♥♥”

Her scent, seeming to seep deep into my nostrils, made the core of my brain feel numb and fuzzy.

Unable to resist, I took a deep, suu, breath.

Then, chasing her sweet scent, a faint, sweaty smell tsun, prickled deep in my nose.

She, who usually rarely shows any openings, almost never smells of sweat either.

Originally, these clothes should have been washed this afternoon.

Thinking that this smell, which I never usually get to smell, is one of her secrets, I could no longer stop my excitement.

Suu haa, I kept sniffing her scent.

With each breath, it felt like my rationality was being grated away, making a gari gari sound.

Growing bolder bit by bit, I buried my face in her clothes, closed my eyes, and desperately sniffed the scent.

Doing that, the warmth of the clothes heated by my breath made it feel almost as if she were right beside me.

Remembering her usual closeness, my dick was already rock hard.

I should have known from the start that once I started, resistance would be useless.

Suhi suhi, sniffling as I smelled her scent, I fumblingly took off my underwear.

Before I knew it, I had started stroking my dick, shiko shiko.

“Mmmnhhh♥♥♥ Nhyii♥ Hahu, nfuuuuuhhh♥♥♥”

Each time my right hand desperately rubbed my dick, an indescribable pleasure, biri biri, made my very hips go limp.

Bikuri bikuri, regardless of my will, my dick trembled.

Trying to hold back the rising urge to ejaculate, I put pressure at the base of 

my dick, and perhaps pushed out by that, I felt pre-cum ooze out, jiwari.

Somehow, it feels better than usual.

Even though I thought I’d gotten quite used to the pleasure of my dick from repeatedly masturbating so much lately.

“Nh♥ Nh♥ Suuuuuuu…♥♥♥♥ Nnnnuuuuhhh♥♥♥”

Filling my lungs with the scent of her clothes pressed against my face, my dick quivered with pleasure again.

My dick, clenched in my right hand, was hard as a rock, just like the first time I masturbated.

The glans was swollen and taut.

The sluggishly dripping pre-cum got caught in the hand stroking my dick, making a nichi nichi, slick sound as it foamed and turned milky white.

My dick was in its most excited state in recent times.

Normally, I’d use things like her photos or remember the warmth of our contact, but today was different.

I don’t know how to describe it, but I guess you could say the… ‘material’ was closer.

Perhaps because I was thinking such disjointed thoughts somewhere in my head while engrossed in masturbation.

While pressing her clothes to my face, I suddenly remembered there was still more ‘fun’ to be had.

“Ah, aahh…♥♥ But, but…♥♥♥”

Pressing her clothes to my mouth, I glanced over there.

There, placed as if inviting me, were her panties.

Should I proceed, or retreat?

Hesitating, I still couldn’t stop pressing her clothes to my face.

If it’s just smelling her clothes, I can still cover it up.

If I’m going to retreat, it has to be now.

Before I knew it, my right hand had stopped, but my dick was twitching biku biku from excitement.

A drop of pre-cum, torori, formed at the slit, drawing a thread as it stained the bed sheets.

My breathing became ragged, ha hi ha hi, from excitement and tension.

Each time, her scent seeped deep into my head like a drug.

A fog seemed to settle over my mind, and I lost the ability to make proper judgments.

Thanks to her whims, I hadn’t been able to masturbate at all for the past few days.

And yet, as usual, she, probably with no such intention, tempted me.

The fact that I want to masturbate so, so badly right now is entirely her fault.

Yes, this is just making her—no, making her panties—take responsibility. Just a little, just a little bit.

Justifying myself like that, thinking ‘she’s the reason this happened’.

Before I knew it, I had picked up the panties she had worn and was spreading out the fabric.

The probable cause of my defeat was that the smell of her clothes was too effective on my dick.

Overly excited, breathing heavily, fuu fuu, I brought the panties clutched in my right hand closer to my dick.

The crotch area, the part that had been closest to touching her there.

The moment I rubbed the head of my dick against it, as if smearing pre-cum on it.

Just like that, my rationality flew away.

────

How much time passed from there?

With such wonderful ‘material’, I can masturbate, so I want to savor it, lots and lots.

Thinking that way, I was desperately trying to prolong the time until ejaculation no matter what.

“Uuuuhhhyi♥♥ Kuhyuuuu♥♥♥ Haaah♥♥ Nnnnuuuuhh♥♥♥”

Since I’m alone anyway, I let out lewd moans without holding back as I stroked my dick, and a guchi guchi, wet sound echoed in the bedroom.

Shiko shiko, goshi goshi, I rubbed my dick, single-mindedly, until I was about to cum.

When I was about to cum, I desperately stopped my hand and waited it out.

While waiting it out, I breathed heavily, inhaled the scent of her clothes, and let my dick twitch biku biku with pleasure.

Once I passed the peak, I slowly, gradually began rubbing my dick again.

That repetition.

I’ve lost track of how many sets I’ve done.

“Uuuhuuuuu…♥♥♥ Nguuuuu♥♥♥♥”

Pleasure swarmed uzu uzu around the base of my dick, gradually feeling like it was about to explode.

About to cum again, my mind and hand on the verge of being swept away, I lashed at them, desperately stopped my hand, pulled back my hips, and fought to hold back ejaculation.

At that very moment, from the tip of my dick twitching biku biku, pre-cum overflowed, dopori, dopuri.

A considerable amount of pre-cum, almost like practice for ejaculation, passed through my dick, staining her underwear.

Even in that moment, with a sensation like my dick was slowly melting jiwa jiwa, it felt good.

But still, it wasn’t enough.

That feeling of something heavier and hotter forcing its way through my dick.

That sensation where, even though I’m desperately clenching the base, it feels like my insides are being forcibly widened and everything is about to burst out from within.

That addictive pleasure of roughly, gashi gashi, rubbing up my dick, which becomes so sensitive in that instant—turned to mush—that I hesitate to touch it.

I was filled with nothing but an aching desire to taste that sensation, incomparable to this child’s-play pleasure.

“Hahi, hi, haheee…♥♥♥ I-I wanna cum…♥♥ Nn, fuuuu♥♥♥”

The words that spilled from my mouth when I started stroking my dick again after riding out the urge to cum were surely the manifestation of that wish of mine.

It’s no good. I’m at my limit.

Next time, I won’t hold back.

Once again, I gripped my dick along with her panties, now soaked doro doro with pre-cum, and began moving my hand as if polishing it.

Her underwear, which had been dry at first and provided strong stimulation when rubbed, was now thoroughly slick, soaked with my pre-cum.

It had molded perfectly to my dick, making a wet guchi guchi sound that echoed in the bedroom.

The feeling of soiling her like this felt incredibly good, deep in my heart.

“Ah, about to cum again♥ Coming♥ I’m gonna cum♥♥♥”

At the base of my dick, pleasure had piled up, so much it felt ready to burst.

Having decided not to hold back anymore, I had no intention of stopping the hand that was goshi goshi stroking my dick.

Suhi suhi, savoring her scent to the fullest, I made my hand movements faster and wider to finish myself off…

Somewhere, I heard the sound of a door closing, katan.

For just a moment, my heart jumped, dokiri, thinking she had come, but it was probably just the neighbor next door coming home.

Concluding that, I continued goshi goshi stroking my dick, engrossed in masturbation.

After all, I… I locked the chain lock on the front door… right? I did, right…?

For a moment, some calm part of my brain thought that.

But before the pleasure of being on the verge of cumming, such trivial thoughts were washed away doro doro.

By the time I could blink, it didn’t matter anymore.

Ha hi ha hi, breathing with my shoulders, I surrendered myself to the ejaculatory urge that made my spine tremble, bururi.

“Nnnuuhhh♥♥ I’m cumming, I’m cummming♥♥♥ Otoha♥♥♥ Otohaaaaa♥♥♥♥♥”

“What is it, Yui-chan? Did you call me?”

The very moment I called her name, as I always did when about to cum, the bedroom door was flung open without ceremony, gachari.

Peeking in from there was her face, wearing a slightly surprised expression.

To make matters worse, I happened to be facing the bedroom door.

In other words, she saw me with her clothes pressed to my face, sniffing them, while goshi goshi stroked my dick with her panties.

The instant I understood that, my dick convulsed, byuguri.

“Huh? Wha…?”

“Nooo♥ No way, whyyy♥♥ Otohaaaa♥♥♥ Don’t look at meeeee♥♥♥”

I desperately tried to stop ejaculation.

Gyuu gyuu, I squeezed the base tightly with my fingers.

I held it back, to the very limit.

But she, confused, didn’t look away from me.

My dick, already fully prepared to ejaculate, wasn’t sweet enough to be suppressed by that.

Byuuuu♥♥ Byurururururururu♥♥♥

Byugugugu♥♥♥ Byuuuuuuuuuu♥♥♥♥

With an ejaculation so forceful it sounded dobu dobu, my mind went blank for an instant.

“Aaaaahuuuhhh♥♥ Nooo♥♥ Nonononono♥♥♥ Stooooopppp…♥♥♥”

“U, wow…”

I wished, hoping it would stop, stop, but there’s no way my dick would listen during ejaculation.

Thick, hot, viscous semen, byuru byuru, overflowed, still wrapped in her panties.

Further soiling her panties, already stained with pre-cum, beyond repair, it dripped bota bota onto the bed sheets.

Ejaculating while being watched by her felt so good it was driving me crazy.

I think it was the largest amount I’ve ever produced.

“Aaauuuuuuhhh♥♥♥ Nnguh♥♥ Nhyi, hyiiii♥♥♥♥♥”

“……”

By now, I was completely overpowered by the pleasure of ejaculation.

Even while thinking no, no, I couldn’t stop my hand from continuing to stroke my hypersensitive dick as long as the ejaculation lasted.

Inadvertently, it ended up being a spectacle of me masturbating all the way until the ejaculation subsided.

She watched me, gasping hyii hyii, pitifully ejaculating, intently until the very end.

Now, the bedroom was filled with a heavy, shin, silence.

Between her and me, only the sound of each other’s slightly ragged breathing could be heard.

I couldn’t tell if hers was from anger or confusion, but I knew the atmosphere was bad.

Feeling awkward, I let go of my dick, and her panties fell onto the sheets with a wet, bechari, sound.

If I wash them properly, will she forgive me?

“U-umm… Tonari-san…”

“Ah, umm… I’ll be in the living room, okay…?”

Tentatively calling out to her, my softening dick still fully exposed, she flinched, her body trembling bikuri.

Sun, she sniffed the air of the room, blushed, and softly closed the door without meeting my eyes.

Left alone in the bedroom, which turned dim again as the light from the living room vanished, I felt a sense of despair welling up jiwa jiwa inside me.

I’m absolutely sure she hates me now.

Thinking about it from her perspective, I can understand why that would be.

Because if you’re called by your name and open the door, there’s someone using you as ‘material’ to stroke their dick.

That alone might still be somewhat okay.

But the ‘material’ that person was using was your clothes, or your underwear.

Without knowing, you might have worn underwear that was soiled once.

That’s definitely disgusting enough to make you feel sick.

At any rate, I have to apologize…

Choking back the tears threatening to fall, I straightened my clothes and decided to go after her.

────

I peeked into the living room, quietly opening the bedroom door.

She was sitting with her back to me, in front of the low table in the living room, her expression unreadable.

Mustering my courage, I approached timidly. She didn’t turn around, and I was trembling, unsure what to say.

“U-umm…”

“Ah, Yui-chan. Would you like some tea?”

When I tentatively spoke up, she looked at me as if noticing me just now.

Despite what happened, she acted just like usual.

She really is a kind person, I thought anew.

Following her invitation, I timidly took my usual seat at the table.

Slowly sipping the tea she made for me, I began to speak, bit by bit, as the words came to me.

That I’m… a futanari.

That I was afraid she’d hate me if she found out, but living with Otoha was so enjoyable I couldn’t bring myself to say it.

And that, ever since meeting Otoha, I’d always used her as ‘material’.

I think I wanted to come completely clean, to feel unburdened.

By the end, I was sniffling, sobbing beso beso, and kept apologizing over and over.

“I see… You did well telling me, Yui-chan.”

“I didn’t… do well at all…”

She said that, but I don’t think it’s true.

Because there’s no way someone like me, who did something like that, carried away by desire, could be considered praiseworthy.

As I started getting teary-eyed again like that, she moved beside me at some point and gently pulled me into a hug.

“Since Yui-chan worked hard and confessed to me, I’ll tell you something too.”

“Okay…”

With that preface, she took a deep breath hesitantly.

Is it something that hard to say…?

I bet it’s about what to do with me, that kind of thing.

Hugging me tightly, gyuu, she opened her mouth as if having steeled her resolve.

“Umm, Yui-chan, you.. are… well, pretty much a no-good person, aren’t you?”

“Huh…?”

Bracing myself for what she’d say, I got dissed out of nowhere.

I’d never seen her speak ill of anyone before.

My heart faltered, dokiri, at that moment, and I was shaken.

Oblivious to my agitation, she continued weaving her words.

“At school, you always ate alone, sneaking around, and didn’t seem to have any friends.”

“Fuguuhh…”

“When I saw you at the supermarket, you were in your sweatsuit, and honestly, I thought ‘no way’.”

“Uuuuu…”

“And your basket was always full of just cup noodles, so your life skills seemed completely hopeless.”

“Higuu…”

As if ticking them off on her fingers, she kept jabbing at my sore spots.

Honestly, finding out she’d thought of me that way was unbearable, and I fidgeted.

But each time, she gently patted my back as if to say ‘it’s okay’.

Her capacity for acceptance, or whatever it was…

Even though I was being told some pretty harsh things directly, my heart was gradually calming down.

“And, your reactions were funny, so at first, I was teasing you a little.”

This final blow, delivered just as I’d calmed down, made everything click into place, suton.

So that’s how it was.

Thinking about it carefully, it was strange that someone as perfect as her would lead a semi-cohabitation life with someone like me.

This must be where it ends, with goodbye.

Maybe some weird rumors will spread, but I’m used to that, and it’s my own fault.

After this, we’ll each go back to our old lives…

I don’t want that…

“There, see, that’s what I mean.”

My heart was squeezed tight, kyuu, by my own imagination, feeling painful.

Without thinking, I started whining and fussing in her chest, when I heard her stifled giggle, kusu kusu, from above my head.

‘That’s what I mean’… what does that mean?

“Yui-chan, when I made you a meal, you cried, didn’t you?”

“Yeah…”

I remember clearly the first time she took care of my meals.

I didn’t think I was lonely at all, but back then, I was somehow caught off guard, or couldn’t control my emotions at all.

Even now, remembering it is a bit embarrassing.

“Seeing that, I guess you’d say I was totally won over. Somehow, I really, really wanted to take care of you.”

“I guess… I’m a little weak to no-good people, or maybe I just like taking care of them.”

“So, Yui-chan.”

“I’ll keep taking care of you from now on, so don’t think about anything, just be clingy, okay?”

Her voice, pressing on like that, sounded strangely feverish.

Somehow, the conversation seemed to be taking a strange turn.

Finally noticing, I tried to escape from her arms hugging me, but…

Her grip as she held me was surprisingly strong.

On top of that, each time I struggled, she hugged me tighter, sending me into a slight panic.

As if she’d anticipated even that, I was held captive in her embrace, soothed and calmed down.

In the midst of all this, I felt her moist, jittori, warm breath against my ear.

“Hey, so… see…?”

“And that too… your dick too… shall I take care of it…?♥”

At her sweet words whispered by my ear, sending shivers zoku zoku down my spine, I had completely given up resisting.

This must be what they mean by ‘being ensnared’.

Her words surely reached my ears, but they didn’t enter my brain at all.

I didn’t understand what Tonari Otoha, the person, was saying.

The words she uttered were, honestly, too shocking.

Without understanding their meaning at all, I just nodded, kokuri.

[Author’s Note: Next time, it’s going to be nothing but the perverted stuff! Ha, ha-hurry up and— (whites of eyes showing)]