Chapter 51
“Haa... haa...”
Miyuki, breathing hard as though exhausted.
Her breasts rose and fell, an intensely sensual sight.
She stared at the ceiling like that for a while, then tried to bring a hand to her breasts, but stopped when she realized I was beside her.
Gauging my reaction, she fussed with her clothes for no reason, then
Tap. Tap.
After looking at my hand tapping her lower abdomen through her T-shirt, she bit her lower lip.
Her lips worked as her head slowly turned.
“Matsuda-kun...”
She looked straight at me with a plaintive gaze, and it seemed she still hadn't come down from her arousal.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“It's not that... I got a call earlier...”
“Want me to get it?”
“Yeah... Ah, no...! I'll go get it myself later...”
“Suit yourself.”
I answered flatly and tried to take my hand off Miyuki's abdomen.
But she stopped me by placing her hand over the back of mine.
Amused by her silent plea for more, I resumed tapping Miyuki's abdomen.
As I did, I occasionally surreptitiously patted her clitoris with my fingertip, and each time, a shallow breath escaped her lips.
I want to pass over that gentle mound and slip my hand between her thighs.
She was probably a little wet.
Bringing my mouth to Miyuki's ear, I asked.
“Do you like it?”
“Yeah... I like it...”
“Should I keep going?”
“Yeah... Keep going...”
“It's tiring.”
“It's not tiring... Don't lie...”
“It is tiring.”
“.....”
Had she found my soft but mischievous tone displeasing?
Miyuki suddenly pursed her lips, pressed them against mine, and sucked in a little air.
A tiny suction sound tickled my ear.
Miyuki made an utterly embarrassed face.
“Do more...”
Was she trying to strike a deal with me?
Was she asking me to touch her more because she'd kissed me?
The girl had gotten quite lewd.
I let out an incredulous hollow laugh, pulled Miyuki's arm toward me, and drew her close in a tight embrace.
Perhaps the hard object touching her lower abdomen felt completely unfamiliar.
“S-something's hard... Ah...!”
Startled, Miyuki pulled her pelvis backward.
From the way her eyes darted around, she seemed extremely flustered.
“.....”
With her lips slightly parted, she lowered her gaze to inspect my lower body, then approached my embrace again while pretending nothing had happened.
She wasn't completely free of disgust, but apparently it wasn't enough to make her panic.
Rejoicing inwardly at her reaction, I decided not to mention the situation.
Having clearly felt and seen my thing, Miyuki would naturally make her own mental preparations.
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“Go on in.”
“.... Yeah. Sorry I just slept the whole time...”
“What are you sorry for? Get some rest.”
Late at night.
After getting out of Matsuda's car, Miyuki trudged around the corner toward her front door.
It had been a day that passed before she even knew it.
Why? Because all she'd done was sleep.
When she woke up, it was already past ten, and since it was too late to do anything, she said she would go home.
Of course, that was only what she said on the surface.
In truth, Matsuda's physical affection and his bulging erection kept flashing before her eyes,
and since it was time to seriously think about what would happen next, she needed some time alone to think.
Clunk.
Miyuki opened the passenger door and got out of the car.
Matsuda rolled down the passenger-side window, waved, and drove away.
Miyuki gazed intently at the car's rear as it grew distant, then turned the corner toward her house while thinking about this and that.
She inserted her key into the keyhole and turned the doorknob.
Her father, who had been watching TV in the living room, greeted her.
“Miyuki? I thought you were coming tomorrow?”
“I just came today... Staying for two nights felt like imposing...”
“Really? What did you come in?”
“M... Ahem... By taxi...”
For a moment, she had almost answered that she'd come in Matsuda's car.
Get a grip.
After berating herself, Miyuki felt relieved when Wataru slowly nodded.
“The surcharge must've made it expensive. But why do you look so exhausted?”
“I'm tired... What about Mom and my sister?”
“They're asleep. Aren't you hungry?”
“I am, but... I'll gain weight if I eat now...”
“You always say that, then scrounge around for snacks late at night.”
“.... I'm going upstairs.”
“Okay. Try to come home earlier.”
It was fortunate that her father was in the living room.
If her mother had been there, it wouldn't have ended with a comment about coming home early; she would have unloaded a whole bundle of nagging on her.
“Okaaay...”
Miyuki answered in a weak voice, went upstairs, and opened the door to her room.
A strong scent of plums wafted out.
Sweet. Though not as sweet as when she was with Matsuda.
Miyuki sat on the bed with her knees together without even tidying her clothes.
Today, Matsuda had touched her breasts.
Honestly, the sensation had been so-so.
It just felt like he was kneading her breasts. That was all.
If anything, she had liked him touching her waist more.
Her whole body had buzzed when he did that.
But the situation itself had been erotic, and it made her feel as though she were having a sexual relationship with him.
So she had simply liked it. She had even gotten a little aroused.
What mattered wasn't that, but Matsuda's penis.
When he had tapped her lower abdomen and then hugged her tightly, she had felt the unmistakable proof that he was sexually aroused.
Hard and thick... a sensation she had never felt before.
She had been so surprised that she pulled her body back, yet for some reason, she had calmed down almost immediately.
Perhaps she had known it unconsciously.
That blood would rush there as a physiological reaction.
“Hwaa...”
Miyuki let out a hot, embarrassed breath and lay back with her head against the pillow.
She was certain that their next date wouldn't stop at her breasts alone.
Surely... something huge, something incomparable to what had happened today, would occur.
She had vaguely anticipated it.
On the first night she slept at Matsuda's house, she had thought about it in the open-air bath.
A day would come when they'd go further than today's touching. What would she do when that time came...?
She hadn't had any idea back then, and honestly, the same was true now.
She had never experienced it, so she had no idea at all.
One thing was certain: she didn't feel much aversion to having sex with Matsuda.
Looking back on their physical affection, he could be a bit mischievous, but he never made her uncomfortable.
If anything, he was good at indulging her pouting.
So even when they had sex, he would respect her wishes above all else.
She had that faith in the Matsuda she knew now.
Still, she had never had sex, so she couldn't help feeling a vague fear.
She also worried about whether it was okay to have sex so soon when they hadn't even known each other for very long.
“.....”
Burdened by every possible concern, she stared at the star stickers on the ceiling and picked up her phone.
She opened the internet, typed [Women's First-Time Experiences] into the search bar, and tapped the search button.
[I think I'm about to have sex with my boyfriend for the first time; what was your first time like?]
The question at the very top.
Because it was exactly the same as her situation, Miyuki clicked the post as though possessed.
A variety of answers poured out.
Miyuki examined the replies with a mixture of nervousness and interest in her eyes.
[It hurt], [I didn't feel much pain],
[It felt heavy]
There were answers describing physical sensations,
[I was happy], [It was just annoying]
[It felt good], [I was anxious]
There were also answers describing emotional impressions.
There were even
[It hurt so much that we had to do it in two installments over two days],
[It felt like being seared with a fire poker],
[My inner-thigh muscles ached so badly afterward that I couldn't walk properly],
[I saw my life flash before my eyes]
terrifying answers like these.
‘Is that for real...?’
They seemed to be exaggerating, but since she had never experienced it herself, they also seemed like they could be true.
In any case, there were more opinions saying it hurt than saying it was fine. Would she be the same?
She thought she would hate it if it hurt too much...
Miyuki, carrying a whole bundle of worries,
‘Ah!’
Her expression brightened at a thought that flashed through her mind.
Put it in before Matsuda's penis became erect, then let it grow inside.
Then maybe it wouldn't hurt.
As Miyuki imagined that, a sudden, feeble laugh escaped her lips.
“.... What am I thinking...”
It supposedly wouldn't be long now, but they hadn't even had sex yet, and she felt stupid for seriously thinking about something like that.
It was absurd that she was casually considering a method of penetration.
Somehow, her mind felt sharper than when she was studying.
But wasn't it actually a really good method? It seemed like it might work.
When the situation came, she should suggest it.
Though she wasn't sure she'd be able to say it.
Having stored the idea in her mind, Miyuki closed the internet window.
People's personalities were all different.
So the sensations of a first sexual experience differed from person to person as well.
Rather than fret over it after searching online, it would be more certain to face it herself.
Having reached her conclusion, Miyuki sent Matsuda a message.
[Matsuda-kun. Did you get home?]
The phone remained silent. There was no reply.
Had he not gotten home yet?
It was far on foot but close by car... Had he arrived and gone to take a shower?
Could he still be erect even while he was showering?
Miyuki's face heated up as she imagined Matsuda naked.
When they had sex... would they have to show each other their naked bodies?
Would Matsuda see her completely naked, stripped bare?
Just imagining it made her feel as though she would die of embarrassment.
While she spent time indulging in all sorts of fantasies,
Bzzz-!
Matsuda's reply arrived.
[Just now.]
[Looks like you got home a little late?]
[I stopped by a convenience store to buy a boxed meal.]
Another boxed meal? Come to think of it, he hadn't eaten after waking up.
She should have made something for him before coming home.
[You bought one with lots of vegetables, right?]
[No. I only bought a karaage rice bowl.]
Did he really like greasy food that much?
Even when she told him to eat healthily, he never listened. She would have to nag him a little when they met.
Imagining Matsuda getting fed up with her scolding, the corners of Miyuki's mouth curved upward.
[Can you talk?]
Almost the moment she sent the message, Matsuda called her.
Miyuki worried that answering immediately would make her seem too easy, so she waited for three vibrations to pass before pressing the call button.
Then she spoke in an especially demure voice.
“Yeah.”
-Why are you making such a fuss about answering late?
“Just felt like it. Want to hang up now.”
-You've finally lost it.
“You said last time it'd be even better if we went crazy together.”
A low laugh came through the phone.
His voice was wonderful no matter how often she heard it, and Miyuki's heart began to pound.
-That may be true. But what are you doing?
“I'm lying down.”
-Can't sleep?
“Yeah.”
She had clearly had so many things to ask before calling...
But the moment she heard Matsuda's voice, they all disappeared.
She simply wanted to talk about personal things and connect with him emotionally.
Had she ever been so completely smitten with one person?
No, never.
She liked Matsuda.
Matsuda liked her too.
Their feelings for each other were strong, and it was a fact they could tell just by looking at each other.
‘So if it's Matsuda-kun...’
If it's Ken, I think it'll be okay.
Maybe, probably,
Definitely.