"Seriously, you can be pretty dumb too..."
Suddenly, I found myself utterly defeated by Yata-chan, left in post-battle daze, only to be lightly scolded during our cooldown.
A little earlier…
"It's too far if we go to the guest house. This way, okay?"
Still wearing a loosely tied yukata, I was guided to an empty room near the bath.
Honestly, I was relieved—not having to walk all the way to the far guesthouse while trying to hide my situation in a yukata was a huge relief.
"If I let you do as you want now, you'll probably pass out and wake up starving by nightfall, so I'll handle things moderately, okay?"
With those words, she gently laid me down.
Kiss.
A kiss. Then, a series of actions difficult to describe, done with a strange gentleness and intent.
"No point wasting it either way, so I'll take care of it, alright?"
Before I knew it, she had taken me in completely with one smooth, practiced motion.
Slurp
The warmth and sensation was overwhelmingly pleasant.
"Wait, is it even okay to go that deep?!"
I couldn't help but exclaim in shock, worried about the logistics of it all.
Kiss-pop.
"As long as I'm in control, it's fine."
She pulled back with a smug, slightly sadistic smile, clearly enjoying herself. Yata-chan really is something else.
Even then, her hands never stopped. A wet sound echoed quietly as she worked me over with calculated precision.
"So just relax and let me take care of you, alright?"
After a moment's pause, she truly went all-in. I couldn't even make a sound.
Thump, thump, thump...
It didn't last long, but the intensity was something else.
"Hm…"
Yata-chan looked extremely pleased with herself, humming softly as she nodded.
Her throat moved subtly as she swallowed.
Slurp...pop.
She even made sure nothing was left behind.
Pulling away with a final soft sound, a faint strand briefly connected us before it snapped.
"Fuu..."
She casually ran a finger along her lips, then gave it a small lick as if savoring the moment.
Everything about her movements felt oddly seductive.
"You were pretty backed up, huh? That was quite the outpouring."
With that cheeky remark, she smirked.
"Thank you very much…"
I had no clever comeback.
Still dazed, I lay there, my head resting against her chest like a pillow. She was surprisingly light.
She was in such a good mood, she seemed ready to start humming.
"But really, you're such a fool. You know that if you come on to me like that, people are gonna say you're into younger girls. And once word gets out I'm the official partner, you're gonna have a swarm of girls who look just like me throwing themselves at you."
That was... a lot for pillow talk.
"I mean, you're probably right at the lower edge of what's acceptable…"
She does look really young. Like, too young.
"And honestly, if I were to have a kid at my size, it'd probably have to be a C-section or worse. It's a bit tragic, really."
That was... disturbingly specific.
"That's what you're worried about…?"
Hard to imagine stuff like that from a guy's perspective. She continued, exasperated.
"Sometimes you get girls on their elementary school graduation trip saying they want to graduate this kind of stuff too. I'm not saying you have to accept it, but at least be kind when you turn them down, okay?"
"Isn't that just wishful thinking...?"
Surely that's overthinking it.
"Nope. When it got out that I was the main partner, I had a whole crowd show up. True story."
Yata-chan gave me a wry smile.
"I see…"
So it's based on actual experience...
"You're the type who won't go overboard, so just keep things under control when the time comes, okay?"
"Got it…"
That was some very offbeat pillow talk.
Grrrrrrr...
Suddenly, my stomach let out a loud growl.
"Sounds like it's time to eat. Think you can get up?"
Yata-chan chuckled and started to rise.
On impulse, I pulled her into a hug and kissed her again.
"I was trying to be considerate, you know."
She smiled, a bit flustered but clearly happy.
"I'm fine now."
No weird aftertaste or anything, so I didn't mind.
"By the way, what is your range?"
Yata-chan tilted her head.
"So far, you're the lower limit. On the upper end… maybe around ten years older than me? I think I've got a pretty decent range."
Hard to think of a solid comparison.
"Well, guess we'll just have to test it out."
She seemed to be coming up with all kinds of plans.
"Please go easy on me…"
It was all I could say.