A heavy weight pressed against my chest.
My body felt sluggish, caught between sleep and wakefulness.
Blinking away the drowsiness, I slowly became aware of something warm—someone warm and soft resting on me.
Silver-white hair and a petite body.
Koneko.
She straddled me, her small frame draped in a thin white camisole that clung to her.
The sheer fabric did little to hide the gentle bumps of her body.
Through, I could feel her modest yet soft breasts pressing at my stomach.
Her breath was warm against my skin as she pressed her small lips to my chest, nibbling gently, her tongue tracing slow, deliberate strokes.
A soft sound—a quiet hum—escaped her lips, as if savoring the taste of me.
Then, as if sensing my gaze, she paused.
Lifting her head, she met my eyes, a playful glint sparking in her expression.
"Hehe… Senpai's awake."
Her voice was sweet, teasing, yet there was something underneath—raw desire.
Before I could speak, she leaned in, placing her lips against mine.
A light, chaste kiss, brief yet lingering.
I exhaled, trying to find my words. "Koneko… What are you doing?"
She tilted her head, her ears twitching slightly.
"I can't take it anymore, Senpai."
Her voice was soft, almost a whisper.
"Every day, I see you. Hear your voice. Smell your scent. Feel your touch."
She paused, her fingers trailing lightly across my skin.
"I even lick your used straws."
I blinked. "Wait—what?"
She giggled, a mischievous glint in her golden eyes.
"Hehe, don't worry about the details, Senpai."
Her fingers moved lower to my crotch, pressing lightly, deliberately.
After a while, she began to trace it up and down, her palms gliding over it.
"Koneko, we can't—"
"Why not?" she asked, tilting her head in that innocent-yet-knowing way of hers.
I swallowed. "We… we have class. You know how Sona is."
"Hehe… it's fine," she purred. "I'm sure Sona-kaichou will understand."
Her face rested against my neck, her breath warm and soft against my skin.
"We can skip today. Or the whole week. As long as Senpai wants."
She trailed her tongue along my neck, slowly making her way to my ears.
Then, with delicate precision, she nibbled at my earlobe, her touch soft yet electrifying.
"You can do whatever you want with me."
Koneko giggled softly, her golden eyes glinting with mischief.
"If you wanted, you could tie me up," she murmured, her fingers tracing slow circles against my skin.
"Keep me completely at your mercy…"
I swallowed hard. "Koneko—"
"Or maybe," she continued, rubbing my cheeks with her small, delicate hand, "you'd rather use me as your personal penis case."
She looked at me, her face flushed and her breathing ragged.
"So that you can use me at your convenience."
My breath caught.
She leaned closer, her tongue brushing near my lips as if savoring the taste.
"Or," she whispered, voice laced with something dangerously sweet, "you could play with my body until I can't think of anything apart from your dick."
I stiffened.
"Wha—why?"
She just smiled.
"Hehe~"
She grabbed my right hand, guiding it down, until my fingers brushed against something warm, damp… trembling.
She visibly shivered, biting her lip as her eyes became hazy with a mix of desire and anticipation.
"Hnn… Haa... Senpai…♥" she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.
The heat against my palm deepened.
She wasn't just warm.
She was soaked.
Her breath hitched as she pressed pussy against my fingers.
My rugged hand traced over her smooth slit, feeling the warmth and softness beneath.
"Haah… this… ♥ uhmnn… hii-hhaah…♥" she sighed, her voice soft and shaky.
After a while, her grip on my wrist trembled, her small fingers clutching tighter.
I felt the dampness on her small opening became more noticeable.
I swallowed hard.
"Koneko…"
She didn't let me finish.
Her lips met mine again, but this time there was no hesitation—no teasing innocence.
This kiss was different.
I could feel the warmth of her small tongue as it slipped forward, eager and insistent.
It moved deeper, seeking mine, before she began to gently lick my tongue.
Afterward, she gently sucked on it, her small lips pulling with a soft, teasing pressure.
The heat between us grew unbearable.
After what felt like forever, she finally pulled away, her breaths uneven, her lips slightly parted, glistening.
Slowly, she shifted, moving back across the bed with languid, feline grace.
Then—she leaned back, her delicate hands trailing down, down—
Her smooth legs parted, forming an M-shape—a subtle invitation.
Her pale fingers spread herself open, revealing the delicate folds of her immature pussy—soft, flushed, and glistening with moisture.
Her tender, pink pussy twitched slightly with every breath, reacting instinctively to the cool air.
"Senpai…♥"
Her voice was breathless.
Her golden eyes burned as she looked at me.
"Please… use me as you want♥"
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Koneko woke with a start, her body still warm from the vivid dream, the sensations lingering.
Her breath hitched as her heart raced.
She glanced around the room, her eyes quickly landing on the empty space beside her.
It had felt so real, too real.
She could still feel the heat in her chest, the discomfort of it.
Her fingers brushed the cold, wet sheets beneath her, she frowned.
"What was that…?"
Her voice barely a whisper as she muttered to herself
Her mind briefly wandered to Noel—it had been several weeks since the incident.
She hadn't heard from him, seen him, felt his presence.
A pang of loneliness gripped her chest.
She shook her head, trying to push the thought away.
It was just a dream.
Just a fleeting moment.
But unfortunately, the ache remained.