Upon entering the room, I find the lights are off, and under the moonlight streaming through the window, Yata-chan is sitting at the table by the window, sipping sake from a small bottle, dressed in her usual yukata.
"You're back sooner than I thought," Yata-chan says, turning to me with a grin.
Though the lights are off, the moonlight is bright enough to see clearly. She gestures for me to sit across from her, and I comply.
"After being edged by all of them, I can't exactly take it slow. I'm bursting at the seams here."
Just like yesterday, I'm overflowing with pent-up desire, my balls aching with the need for release. If I don't let it out soon, I might actually die.
"Well, since we're here, how about a drink?"
She hands me a small bottle and pours a bit of the sake she was drinking.
"Thanks, I'll have some."
The sake is clear but with a slight yellow tint. I've never had this kind before, so I take a cautious sip. It's stronger than I expected, and the unfamiliar scent makes me dizzy.
I can handle alcohol, but I'm not great with strong drinks.
"Is this...?"
"Mamushi sake. It's got a bit of a kick, doesn't it?"
She casually reveals the secret ingredient—a potent aphrodisiac.
"You didn't have to go that far..."
I think I could have gone multiple rounds without it.
"It's all about the ritual," she says with a mischievous grin. She's always so cute, but she's got me wrapped around her finger.
I down the rest of the sake in one gulp. It's not much, but the strong alcohol burns my throat.
"Thank you for the drink."
I look at her with a hungry gaze, silently conveying that I can't hold back any longer.
"Drink up, and let's not hold back, okay?"
With that, Yata-chan stands up.
"First, take a look at this. You should stand over there."
She points to a spot, so I get up and move there.
"The height should be about right if you sit down."
I follow her instructions, sitting down on the futon. In this position, my erection is already on full display.
"Now, take a good look under the moonlight."
With everything ready, Yata-chan drops her yukata.
"Wow..."
I'm at a loss for words. Her flawless white skin is barely covered by a sheer fabric that leaves little to the imagination. Underneath, she's wearing a tiny, almost non-existent set of underwear—just thin strings holding triangular patches of fabric in place.
This isn't underwear; it's lingerie designed solely to entice. The sheer fabric does nothing to hide her skin, and I can clearly see the outline of her breasts and the closed slit between her legs.
"What do you think?"
She strikes a confident pose, one leg bent slightly, and waits for my reaction.
The moonlight streaming through the window creates a stunning contrast with her white skin and the shimmering fabric. It's not just erotic; it's like a work of art, a masterpiece painted just for me.
"You're so beautiful, it's almost a shame to take it off."
"You can rip it off if you want."
She smiles, pleased with my reaction.
"I'd rather take it off gently so you can wear it again."
"Suit yourself," she says with a confident smile. Today, she's full of confidence, unlike yesterday when she was eager to take the lead.
"Can I take the initiative today?"
"Go ahead. Yesterday was just to get me used to it. If you had gone too hard, something might have torn or gotten too sore. But today, you can do whatever you want."
She moves closer to me.
"Mmm..."
She kisses me deeply right from the start, her tongue exploring my mouth while her hand strokes my erection. I return the favor, my hand finding its way between her legs.
The sound of wet kisses fills the room.
We finally break apart, a silver thread of saliva stretching between our lips before snapping.
"From today on, I'm all yours. No need to hold back. Come on."
She spreads her legs wide, giving me a clear view of her glistening entrance, and beckons me closer.
Snap
The sound of my self-control breaking echoes in my mind.