"You can lean a little more into me. It's okay if we touch…"
As he said that, he pulled me closer, his hands gently settling around my waist.
"Hyauhn…"
A strange sound escaped me—I couldn't help it.
His body pressed against mine, right around my stomach, right where it matters most for a girl. Just a thin layer of fabric between us, and deep inside, I could already feel my body aching with a desperate, fluttering desire, as if it were begging to be filled.
"Um… doesn't it hurt?" I asked.
That area should be sensitive for men too, right? Why does it feel like I'm the only one struggling here?
Trying to distract myself, I blurted out a question without much thought.
"As long as it's not forced in a weird direction, it's fine," he replied calmly.
So he actually answered that. Seriously?
Huh… I guess it's more flexible than I thought. That's kind of impressive.
Though honestly, now isn't the time to be thinking about stuff like that.
My stomach kept tightening with sweet, aching pulses—he wasn't even inside me, and yet it already felt like he was, pressing in with such intensity.
I couldn't stop trembling with little bursts of pleasure.
So this is what a real man feels like. He was gentle, strong, warm—and it felt so good.
I'd seen men before, sure. But never anyone like him. If this man—Hisui—is what "real" is, then what were all the others? Just trash?
With him, I could give everything. I even wanted his child. Somewhere in my hazy mind, I found myself thinking things like that.
I'd always thought of marriage or commitment like some distant fantasy. But never this vividly, never with this clarity.
Without even realizing it, I pressed my body into him, wanting more, wanting to take him in. I rocked slightly, clinging tightly, fingers grasping to hold him closer.
That blissful moment felt like it could last forever—and yet it passed in the blink of an eye.
Suddenly, Hisui's arms loosened around me. My strength had already left me, and my knees gave out as if I had crumpled. But just before I fell, he caught me again, holding me softly. Through my blurred vision, I saw him lean in and kiss my forehead.
It was… a truly happy moment.
And just like that, carried on the warmth and deep satisfaction, I lost consciousness.
"At this point, isn't this borderline cruelty?"
I faintly heard a voice, small but wise with age—it sounded like a little girl chuckling bitterly from somewhere far away.
Yeah… emotionally, this could get messy. That thought lingered at the edge of my hazy awareness.
Author's note :
This chapter was short, but I think it would've dragged if I tried to stretch it out. So I'll stop here for now.
Hang in there, Iroha-chan.
Also, I added an image of Tsubame, who showed up briefly in this episode, to the update section. I really liked how she turned out, so I might give her more spotlight later.
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