Chapter 12

"To conclude, I don't know why I decided to go out with Yamamoto-san."

I went into the Japanese restaurant with Suzuhara and listened to what was going on.

Immediately after Suzuhara moved up grades, he had a chance to talk to Yamamoto-san, and when he ventured to talk about the appeal of 2D, Yamamoto-san became interested.

After that, the two had more opportunities to talk secretly, started going on dates, and before they knew it, they found themselves in a relationship.

"In any case, Yamamoto-san doesn't seem to like you very much."

"T-That's not true! Don't be so jealous."

Suzuhara was angry.

However, their love was only good at the beginning.

After that, I chug down some water and clear my mouth.

"I'm not jealous. Didn't you feel anything when we all together with Takanami went home the other day?"

At least I don't feel Yamamoto-san's affection for Suzuhara.

When I asked Suzuhara who he liked in the past and who he likes now, his face twitched, physically trying to avoid me.

No matter how I think about it, this is proof that they want to break up.

"...It's true that we haven't had many opportunities to talk to each other lately. However, I spend all my time and money for Kanade, I never contact other girls, I study hard to catch up with Kanade, and when we go out on dates, I take care of her luggage and make sure she doesn't get tired, I pay for all the meals, and I carry bandages, sunscreen, and all sorts of other things with me. If it were up to me, I'd even take on more part-time jobs to make it easier for her."

"That's scary, bro."

I know you want to take care of her.

Even I can tell that you're taking it too far.

"What's the matter with you? You're talking to me with the premise that things aren't going well with Kanade. I'm telling you, we have a solid love life."

"You. You talking in such graphic detail about..."

"Oh? Is it too stimulating for you as a virgin? I think I expressed it quite mildly for Kanade's sake. You better get used to it while you're at it. Sex with a woman starts with dirty jokes."

Grinning, Suzuhara pokes the batter of the cutlet with chopsticks.

I fell behind this guy of all people during graduation, and not only that, his partner is that Yamamoto-san? Of course I'm frustrated.

"Have you even done it..."

"Oh, we've done it. I'm doing it. Well, the hard part is that Kanade's body feels so good, even now I can barely hold it in."

"Hmm. Is that so."

"That said, I'm not a premature ejaculator. Kanade said that all the guys she's been with have had the same problem. Kanade is just too amazing."

Suzuhara had been chitchatting ever since he mentioned about dirty jokes.

I guess he wanted to immerse himself in the feeling of superiority over me, but he wanted to wipe away the anxiety that had been denied to him.

"Anyways, I've decided to devote my life to Kanade. No matter what anyone says, I will fulfill Kanade's wishes. That's the kind of man I'm going to be."

I know I don't care about her, but I can't give her up.

Who wouldn't if not only was their first girlfriend also beautiful?

Either way, that story made me lose my appetite.

I quickly finished the ginger-grilled set meal and urged Suzuhara to leave the store quickly.

I should have been having dinner with Miyu by now.

I used to think that if Yamamoto-san had something to do, it couldn't be helped, but.

Thinking about it, I really can't forgive her becoming Suzuhara's property.

I won't forget this grudge.

"Have you heard back from Yamamoto-san?"

I was checking my phone to make sure there were no messages from Miyu.

We have to rendezvous now, but I don't know where to wait.

At that time.

"Ah, you two. Are you done eating?"

Yamamoto-san's face suddenly pops out of nowhere.

"Oh, you came back early. What about his little sister?"

"About it."

Yamamoto-san pointed to Miyu, who was waiting far behind.

"This time, she has some business with Suzuhara-kun. Miyu-chan does."

"Sotomichi's little sister? What do you mean?"

What does that mean.

That bastard Suzuhara looks like he's full of it.

"Well, I don't know what she wants, but she's a cute little sister. I have no choice but to go with her."

"If you touch her, I'll push you down the stairwell."

"D-don't be so serious!"

Since it's Miyu, I'm sure she's well-prepared to defend herself, though.

If he touches her with even one finger, I will use nippers to cut off every single protrusion.

"Sotomichi-kun really cares about Miyu-chan, huh."

Suzuhara went to see Miyu, and this time I was alone with Yamamoto-san.

I'm not confident I can speak as well as I did before because of all the unnecessary things I heard.

As I continued staring at Suzuhara intensely with negative emotions, Yamamoto-san becames curious and places her hands in front of me.

"Again, but... I'm sorry."

Yamamoto-san adorably twists her body.

'Everywhere is filled with feminine beauty', and in hindsight, I realise that I was wrong to think that Yamamoto-san did not have a boyfriend.

"You don't have to apologize. I just don't know what you want. I thought the reason you started talking to me was because you wanted to break up with Suzuhara."

I asked nonchalantly.

Yamamoto-san twirled the ends of her hair in an awkward manner, then looked up and nodded slightly.

"It's true that I want to break up with him. It's also true that I started talking to Sotomichi-kun because I wanted you to help me with that. That's why, I'm really sorry."

Yamamoto-san bowed her head deeply.

Here we come to the end of the line, this naughty girl.

It seems that Suzuhara was the one who confessed, but if she accepted it, I think she should take more responsibility or maybe a little more sense of duty.

"But I think that's going to work out. I'd like to get back on good terms with Sotomichi-kun."

"Work out? You mean breaking up?"

"Yeah."

"Wow..."

Judging by Suzuhara's behavior, I don't think they'll just break up that easily.

What do you mean you think it's going to work out?

Does this mean that Miyu is pulling some strings behind the scenes?

"To be honest, that's going to be complicated. Even Suzuhara is a good guy in his own right. He's a hard worker, and even though he's overdoing it, I think he deserves a little more care."

It's only been a month since they've been dating.

Too short to make a decision.

"... I can't tell you much about it, but..."

Yamamoto-san swallowed her saliva and then opened her mouth again.

"I gave him a condition to go out with me."

"Oh."

I didn't know about that.

"That promise was broken a long time ago."

"Eh."

"But if we break up, he says he'll tell everyone about my problems and everything. Suzuhara-kun said."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

While he was saying that they were in love or something, that Suzuhara guy...

Remember this when you get back.

"I wish I could have spoken a little better, too. To be honest, I'm already tired."

Yamamoto-san's face was oozing with fatigue, just as she said.

According to her, the time when she played with my "that" was also out of desperation.

"By the way, what was the condition?"

"Hmm. If it's Sotomichi-kun, I don't mind telling you."

Why is it fine if it's me.

"Miyu-chan said she would take a while. Do you want to go around the store with me?"

Yamamoto-san makes a forced smile and invites me.

I lifted my bag in both hands and tried to show that I was also pretty tired, but Yamamoto-san still wanted to take me with her.

"Come on. You don't have to hate it that much."

"It's not that I dislike it. I'm just confused because there's so little context provided."

"W-was it really that weird?"

Yamamoto-san restlessly looked around her surroundings.

I understand the situation on Yamamoto-san's side.

It's not that I dislike Yamamoto-san or anything.

However, Yamamoto-san's behavior of rubbing her hands with her fingers, sighing many times, and inviting me was overtly suspicious.

"You're hiding something, aren't you."

"......N-not really."

"You're a horrible liar."

Since it's pretty clear she's hiding something, I'm not really up for playing along until she spills the beans.

Yamamoto-san also sensed my reluctance, so she took a deep breath and let her shoulders drop.

"I understand."

It looks like my persistent glaring did the trick.

After experiencing Miyu's silent pressure, I've slowly started to grasp how to harness it.

"It was Miyu-chan who told me to take Sotomichi-kun around the ladies' shops."

"Huh... why?"

"I don't know. She was like, 'You gotta know a thing or two about girls' clothes.' Looks like you were learning a lot from Miyu today, huh? That explains the change in your mood."

Yamamoto-san peeked into my face.

That kind of gesture is as goofy as it sounds.

She's a finely crafted sculpture.

Everything about her, from those plump tear bags to her double eyelids, seems meticulously crafted by hand.

If you're dating this girl, you won't want to let her go.

"How... about it......?"

"I get it. Let's go."

It's an order from Miyu after all.

It appears they exchanged emails while they were together, and I can confirm that she did indeed try to take me around at Miyu's request (or rather her command).

"Ah, yeah, I see. You're coming. I see..."

Yamamoto-san suddenly started to worry.

I agreed to it, so why did you react that way?

"W-Well then, I'm sure you'll get fired up."

"Sure."

From then on, Yamamoto-san suddenly stopped speaking.

She moved awkwardly and never picked up any clothes even when she went into the store.

Her legs circled around, and she ended up walking out of the store.

"There was a large store upstairs. Shall we go there?"

"That cheap place? I've already been there... Ah, but I haven't been to the women's section yet."

It was the largest clothing store in the shopping mall.

There are chain stores all over the country, and if you're Japanese, chances are you're familiar with them.

"You can try on up to 5 items... I wonder if that's enough..."

As soon as she entered the store, Yamamoto-san checked the fitting room restrictions.

Do you check such a place before you even look at the clothes?

So this is how it works.

This a learning experience.

"The one with a lot of buttons... the one with a lot of buttons... Maybe I'll bring some underwear too..."

Yamamoto-san mumbles as she moves through the store.

This is more than slightly creepy.

I was surprised because I thought there was a more elegant way to shop for clothes.

"Okay, this will do nicely."

Yamamoto-san chose a single garment and headed to the fitting room.

Is my part in this over?

What was I supposed to learn?

Changing stores a lot more than I thought?

I have to somehow utilise this in my future dates... this will be difficult.

"Sotomichi-kun, can you follow me inside?"

"Me? In the fitting room?"

"Yeah. I wanted to see if it suited me."

"If that's the case, well, that's fine."

Is it common for a man to decide such things?

If that's the case, it'll be problematic not to have knowledge about ladies.

But wouldn't it be strange for a man to know so much about women's clothes?

"When I tell you to come in, come right in but don't open the curtains as much as possible."

Yamamoto-san put the basket down in the fitting room and turned around to make sure I understood.

"Understood."

I put my baggage down in front of the fitting room.

In a place where it won't get in the way of people passing by and won't interfere with opening or closing the curtains.

"Haah. Fuuh..."

Yamamoto-san is reluctant to enter the fitting room.

She kept taking deep breaths. I wonder if she's going to hyperventilate, waiting for the right time for something.

"Alright."

She made up her mind and went into the fitting room.

When she closed the curtain, Yamamoto-san seemed to be taking deep breaths inside again.

Is it really that embarrassing to show off your new clothes?

And the 'don't open the curtains as much as possible.'

Even though all the staff who manage the fitting room are women.

Do you really dislike people catching so much as a glimpse?

How complicated.

Girls.

They're difficult.

Even through the curtains, I could hear the rustling of clothes.

Having partitions like this certainly creates a strange atmosphere.

I'm getting nervous too.

The sound stopped.

"...Alright. Come in, it's fine."

"Sure."

Feeling Yamamoto-san's nervousness, my hand gripping the curtain is shaking as well.

Is going on a date with a girl really that taxing on your heart?

As instructed, I opened a gap just wide enough for me to pass through and entered the fitting room.

"Excuse m--?!"

And then, I was left speechless.

"Quickly, close it."

Yamamoto-san urges me while holding her own body.

In my bewildered state, I kept checking to ensure there were no gaps in the curtains.

Then, my head starts spinning as I take in the incomprehensible scene before me.

"Yamamoto-san, your clothes..."

Completely skin-toned.

That's pushing the boundaries of fashion a bit too far.

-Actually, she was completely exposed.

Yamamoto-san wasn't even wearing any underwear.

"I'm not really grasping the situation here."

Amidst my confusion, Yamamoto-san slowly bridged the gap.

Even so, the distance was less than a meter apart from the start.

I was quickly backed into a corner by the wall after Yamamoto-san took just a few steps.

"Don't overthink it. Just feel me."

"Ugh... wai-..."

Just like that, Yamamoto-san wrapped me in a hug.

I put my hands around my pants and pressed them against my crotch.

What I felt at school was completely different.

The sensation of being enveloped by bare skin is so intense, even through my clothing.

"Why... are you doing this..."

Her chest pressed against the thin T-shirt I had on.

After she placed her hand on my arm, I couldn't help but succumb to the impending pleasure.

"I'm sorry, Sotomichi-kun. I sold my soul to the devil. So I have no choice but to do this."

"Devil?! What!?"

"It's Miyu-chan..."

Yamamoto-san looked at me with tears welling up in her eyes.

That explains a lot.

So this was my little sister's main objective all along.

The reason why she made me come to this clothing store was because I couldn't get an erection from a girl other than Miyu.

What Yamamoto-san was asked to do was not to teach me about fashion, but to do erotic things to make me erect.

"How far were you told to go?"

"She just told me to snap a photo of Sotomichi-kun getting big."

Photos.

I've got my own psychological hurdles to overcome as well, though.

However, it can't be settled unless we do this.

"Anyways, Sotomichi-kun, take your clothes off too."

I unzip my pants.

My underwear is then pulled down by Yamamoto-san.

I wonder if my heart is also tainted. I feel like I've become too used to this.

"Ugh... why hasn't it gotten any bigger..."

"No, I think it's just my nerves acting up."

Yamamoto-san's eyes welled up even more at the sight of my half-erect cock.

I suppose she intended to snap a quick photo and be done with it, but it took me a while to adjust to the sudden change in atmosphere.

As expected, it's not like it's completely ruined to the point where I can't get an erection after being subjected to this much.

I hope that's the case.

"When it comes to this... After all, boys love boobs, right?"

In a kneeling position, Mr. Yamamoto holds them up, closest to my cock.

Yamamoto-san shouldn't have a small hand, but she pushes her bulge so hard against my cock that they overflow from her fingertips.

Maybe because I wasn't getting any bigger, I couldn't feel its elasticity, but...

Just the high body temperature that had accumulated in her cleavage and the picture of being sandwiched between her breasts were enough to send nerve pulses into the sexually arousing areas of my brain.

Beautiful skin with no blemishes throughout her entire body.

Even the tip of her chest has a pale color that makes it hard to believe she's been used by many men.

Looking only from the outside, no one would consider Yamamoto-san to be such an erotic woman.

But in a sense, I also think that this is a body that was born to do erotic things.

"I wonder, should I lick it?"

Such words flowed effortlessly from her lips.

Having your thing held in a girl's mouth.

Everyone definitely wants this at least once.

A blowjob.

If you could do it.

Of course, I want you to.

"Ah, but it's getting big, isn't it?"

When Yamamoto-san told me, I finally realised.

Deluded by the warmth of her boobs, my muffled and soft cock had changed to a fine rigidity.

"Ah... that's right. It would be better if you took a photo."

"Hmm. Fufu. I don't know. Before I take a photo, should I?"

When I was asked again, my heart shook.

I am sure that the reason why I'm so conflicted is because of all the things that happened with Suzuhara.

If the other party is also Yamamoto-san though, I have no reason to refuse.

"-Customer. Is the size okay?"

The clerk called, causing us to jump up.

That's right.

This was a fitting room.

If you use it for too long, you'll become suspicious.

"I'm sorry for the delay. I'm trying out a lot of combinations, so please wait a little longer."

"Oh, no, it's fine. I just came to tell you that if it doesn't fit, I'll bring it here. Please take your time."

A conversation through the curtain.

Yamamoto-san, who was completely naked in the middle of changing clothes, and me, who was exposing my lower body without bringing anything in.

If they had seen me inside, I would have been the one who was in trouble.

"Well, what should I do?"

Yamamoto-san asks my son, who's still in good health.

"Well, I think it might be better to just snap a picture."

"That's right, isn't it? I got it."

She takes her phone out of her pouch and point the camera at my crotch.

I'm embarrassed to death, but my little sister's orders are an imperial command that I must follow as well.

"Sending... oh, I got an OK. Let's go."

Yamamoto-san pumps her fist in a small gesture of triumph.

"It looks like Miyu-chan is coming. I'm going home."

"Ah, okay. Go ahead."

Yamamoto-san begins to put on her clothes with a refreshed face.

Things are going the other way now.

I have no choice, huh.

I'll put my pants on just in case.

"I'll leave the clothes in the basket. Miyu-chan said she would come directly here."

"Got it."

Yamamoto-san slips her arm through the bra and dexterously holds her breast down while hooking the hook with one hand.

It's a quick movement, but it probably won't be possible without a good grip.

I can't help but be annoyed.

Only the swelling of my crotch insists on its existence in vain.

Yamamoto-san stood up and put on her panties, the sound of the elastic snapping tight.

Yamamoto-san, who was wearing her underwear, made eye contact with me and looked embarrassed.

I can't help but stare though.

It's fine, isn't it.

Such an erotic body.

Miyu's entire atmosphere is erotic, but.

Yamamoto-san's shape itself is erotic.

"As for Suzuhara-kun, Miyu-chan seems to have done a good job. I'm gonna go dump him now."

She finishes getting dressed and places her hands on the curtains.

Yamamoto-san smiled and exited the fitting room.

Then, a few minutes later.

I was left with a pair of women's underwear and a penis that was still hard and wouldn't fit. Just as I was starting to feel like I was in danger of ending my social life if the store clerk saw me inside, my savior finally appeared.

"Onii-chan."

She peeked my head out from behind the curtains.

She opened them before she even call out to me, causing me to instinctively brace myself.

There was a familiar and reassuring face waiting there.

"How was Yamamoto-san?"

Miyu takes off her shoes and steps inside.

"Indeed, just like this."

I pushed my hips forward like I was assuming the role of a store clerk.

Miyu's response to this was a single blink of the eye.

"It's not from me, is it?"

"This is different."

I understand your doubts.

This is definitely something that was excited from Yamamoto-san.

"I mean, um..."

"Nn?"

"I might be able to cum thinking about Yamamoto-san like this."

"Huh."

Miyu gives a perfunctory reply as she sifts through the basket that Yamamoto-san brought.

"Can I ask you a favor?"

I'm asking you to let me cum right here.

Miyu picked up the bra in the basket, checked the cup size, then came over to me and sat up straight.

"Here you go."

Miyu now stands where Yamamoto-san was just a moment ago.

With the same long black hair, wide eyes, and ample breasts.

The difference lies in their physique and charm.

I'm sure all the other guys would say that Yamamoto-san is the best.

From my perspective, Miyu surpasses Yamamoto-san in every aspect.

Though, it's a bit odd how the less favorable one seems to win in terms of charm.

"Can I ask you one thing?"

"What is it?"

I have a request for Miyu, who's currently handling administrative tasks.

Just like Yamamoto-san did.

I want Miyu to take off my underwear with her own hands.

"Do it yourself."

"Yes."

Instantly rejected.

Lately, I feel like she's become more brusque and domineering.

I reluctantly take off my pants and pull my underwear down.

My erection flew out, and I felt even more energetic than just a few minutes ago.

I am naked from the waist down, and Miyu is trying to take it in with her mouth.

The mirror next to me doubles the excitement of such a perverted act.

Maybe I'm more excited when I'm clothed.

I was supremely aroused when I was sandwiched between Yamamoto-san's heavy breasts, but I'm even more excited now when I'm looking at the cleavage of her breasts, which are firmly shaped by her bra.

"Onii-chan."

The sound of a warning.

I got criticised for staring at Miyu's body.

"Ah, no, about this. This situation is exactly the same as when I was with Yamamoto-san too, after all."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"That's fine then."

Your instincts are sharp, but you don't believe them.

Of course I'm planning to use Yamamoto-san as fap material.

But nevertheless.

Miyu is so erotic that I can't help it.

Would it be better if I just closed my eyes?

I'll grab my cock for now.

This is the place where Yamamoto-san's boobs were sandwiching until just now.

It was a perfect fit for my size.

I wonder how good if would have felt if I just let it out like that.

Above all else, I wanted a blowjob.

"Nnh... aah... maybe I really can cum."

The male organ is at the same time a place of excretion.

It must feel incredibly good to have a girl lick that area.

Honestly, I'm more interested in getting a blowjob than losing my virginity.

I wish I forced her to lick it.

Yamamoto-san seems to be really good at it.

I feel like she'll even drink it if I cum in her mouth.

As a general rule, touching Miyu is prohibited.

I don't dislike how stubborn she is.

I handled the stretched cock with all my might.

While Miyu gazes at it.

If she can do something like that, it wouldn't be surprising if she could go even further.

Even ordinary couples wouldn't masturbate to each other.

And it's not too much of a step up to have them drink the semen that you let out in their mouths.

Miyu's breasts, which are clearly shaped by the T-shirt, are firmed up by the bra.

Even though Miyu's body is small and unsuitable for a titty fuck, even she could wrap around my cock if she reached as deep as possible.

If it's from Miyu, a titty fuck would also feel amazing.

In fact, I feel that I could ejaculate until I die if I could get some kind of service from Miyu's body.

Those cold eyes watching my masturbation.

If you just give me a handjob instead of making me use this right hand, I'll let out three times as much as before.

Neither intense nor slow.

But if you're going to handle my libido, I will do it.

"--! ......Oh s-shit......!"

Even though I was in the midst of thinking about Miyu.

My switch to ejaculation is already on.

No good.

If this is the case, I'm just using Miyu as fap material and letting it out to her.

"Are you about to cum? Nnh."

Miyu opens her mouth and approaches.

I've already lost.

I want to let it out.

I want to let it out here.

I want to keep the ejaculation feeling I have now and let out a huge amount of semen and let Miyu drink it.

"Miyu......!"

"-Um. Customer? Are you okay?"

The clerk called out to me again, causing Miyu to panic and squeeze the base of my penis.

However, the ejaculation switch had already been turned on.

I shake my head and tell Miyu that I can't stop it from coming out.

Suddenly, the edge of the curtain moved loosely.

The clerk probably wouldn't try to peek inside without permission.

In addition to long-term use, there's also the fact that there's some baggage left outside.

Even so, they might just check to see if someone's there or not.

Out of such fear, Miyu immediately grabbed the edge of the curtain.

If you don't reply quickly, the clerk will become even more suspicious.

I can't even answer as a man.

The voice had no choice but to be answered by Miyu.

"I'm sorry. It took me a while to get dressed. I'll be leaving soon."

The mouth that was supposed to receive my semen was taken over to deal with the clerk.

Instead, Miyu's arm different from the one holding the curtain, held my penis straight into her chest, enveloping my entire glans.

"--!!"

My semen was pouring into Miyu's chest, making a gurgling sound that felt more like urination than ejaculation.

The white liquid that could not be seen at first due to her thick breasts was forced out of her cleavage, gushing out, and collecting in the groove.

"I'm sorry again and again. I just have to confirm."

"I'm sorry for causing you concern too."

Even in the midst of all this, Miyu remained calm and interacted with the store staff.

All the while, I kept cumming in Miyu's chest.

By the time the pounding and pulsing was over and settled, an obscene lake had formed in Miyu's cleavage.

Miyu's conversation with the clerk also ended, and when Miyu released her hand from the curtain, my penis left her valley.

I finally came.

On Miyu's body with her clothes on.

With so much thick semen.

This scene is vividly etched in my mind.

Even after cumming, the desire to ejaculate still isn't subsiding.

Then, for a while, she didn't say a word.

Miyu closed her eyes and slowly calmed her breathing.

Holding her chest tightly in her arms.

If she loosens her grip, I'm sure semen would drip down to her stomach.

"Uhh. You want some tissues?"

I asked while looking at Miyu's bag.

Miyu didn't answer anything.

Maybe she didn't have time to answer.

Miyu extremely hated having her clothes soiled.

If I came on he rchest while she was clothed, of course she wouldn't be at peace.

I rummaged through Miyu's bag while apologising over and over again in my heart.

All that laid was a hand towel.

"Ah......"

Miyu knew this was the case.

The amount of my ejaculate is so large that she can't wipe it off with just a towel.

"W-wait! I'll secretly get some paper from the toilet!"

I ran out to borrow a whole roll of toilet paper, not caring if I got semen on my underwear.

The store clerk looked suspicious, but I didn't have time to worry about that.

I have to fetch the paper as soon as possible.

I feel like this is going to become irreversible.

"--Miyu!"

I took out the toilet paper that I had hidden inside my clothes, gasping for breath from the unaccustomed sprint.

Miyu, who was waiting in the fitting room, was in the exact same posture as when I burst it all out, her eyes closed.

"I brought... it... but."

I want to wipe it off quickly.

But I'm still wondering if I can touch Miyu's body.

For now, I spread out the toilet paper and gathered it into several bundles.

While doing so, Miyu let out a huge sigh and finally looked up.

"For now, do the top part."

Miyu opened her mouth and her eyes opened at the same time.

Her eyes and cheeks are slightly red.

Although I couldn't hide my anxiety, I hurriedly applied the paper to her.

Rolling it up and down one, two times.

I wipe away the accumulated semen.

"Enough about the top. Do it in the bottom too."

Miyu gives instructions in a flat voice.

The bottom means from your stomach, right?

Is this fine?

-This is not the time to be hesitating.

Even if this means her cutting ties with me, I will do my best.

"I-I'll put it in."

I put the paper between Miyu's lower breasts.

Fortunately, it didn't seem to be dripping down her stomach.

There was no sign of semen on her clothes either.

"Yeah. Thanks."

After confirming that the toilet paper was caught between her lower tits, Miyu released her breasts, which she had been holding tightly.

Why did such words of gratitude come out?

It may be a metaphor for saying farewell.

"Aren't you angry?"

Miyu started wiping herself, and although she wasn't acting as usual, she remained calm.

"I'm about 500 times more angry than Onii-chan's imagining."

She was very angry.

Aah, this situation.

What should I have done?

Even if I prostrate myself right now, a lowly person like me would definitely not be enough to settle such a situation.

"But I can't say it's Onii-chan's fault either. I'm trying my best not to get angry."

In fact, I didn't feel any hostility from Miyu at all.

I wish she didn't have to go that far and just be honest about her emotions.

"I also agreed to let you cum. The direct cause was the accident caused by the store clerk's arrival. I was the one who made the decision to take it seriously. So, it's not Onii-chan's fault."

After Miyu finished wiping herself, she packed up the toilet paper that had a lot of my semen on it, repacked it in the now excessively-filled bag she got when she bought the clothes.

"Well, in theory, that might be true. But I personally think it's me who's at fault. Probably, no matter what anyone thinks, you should be angry at me."

"Maybe that is the case."

"What do you actually think?"

"I want to kill you."

"Right..."

That's right.

That's the right feeling, little sister of mine.

"So, for each other's sake, I want you to punish me here."

"Got it."

Quick judgment.

"With that being said, take it off."

I feel like I'm getting used to hearing such orders.

When I pointed and asked if she was referring to my pants, Miyu vigorously shook her head vertically.

So, I undressed my lower body in public for the third time today.

There stood a dangling, yet still hard penis.

"Shut your mouth. As hard as you can. Make sure you don't make a sound."

"Uh...... h-huh......"

I have a feeling that something terrible and scary will happen.

But I must not resist.

Don't hesitate.

I should obediently follow whatever I am told.

As Miyu told me, I covered my mouth with both hands.

Now, I'm ready.

"I'll do my best."

Miyu gets on her knees and grabs my waist.

Out of fear, my cock had regained its stiffness again.

What's going on with my brain?

"How dare you do that to this body of mine..."

Miyu opens her mouth wide.

And covered the glans of my stiff penis with her mouth.

Immediately after.

"--NnnnnnhhHHHH!?!?!?!?!?!?!"

It was as if half of my penis had been burned.

I can even hear the sound of fibers being torn.

The sensation of my urethra being crushed reverberated, transcending the realm of imagination, only the pain of it all transmitting to reality.

"Nnggu---!!"

Miyu was biting my penis as hard as she could.

With tremendous hatred.

Shit, shit, shit, I'm going to die.

My knees were shaking.

My eyes flicker.

I'm done for......

"Fuun!"

Miyu's mouth, or more precisely, the cock that was supposed to be free from her teeth, continues to inflict extreme pain on me by spreading its bite marks every time it twitches.

"ahhhhh...... kuh......"

I collapsed with my hands thrust out.

I was crying and laughing together in the pain that I would never feel again in my life.

It was both a scream of pain and an exclamation of joy.

By no means am I a masochist.

The fact that Miyu was able to vent so much anger on me means that there is still room to mend our relationship.

I couldn't help but feel happy about that.

"Alright. I'll take this basket and head home first. Don't forget what you bought."

Miyu quickly opens the curtains about halfway and begins to put on her shoes.

I was struggling with a twitching diaphragm.

"I-I just have to ask. Are you okay?"

Miyu calls out to me, feeling guilty.

I wasn't in a state to respond with my voice, so I just gave her a thumbs-up, and Miyu zipped away, closing the curtains behind her.

"Ah......"

With no one watching me anymore and all my energy exhausted, I collapsed onto the floor.

It was so painful that all the shock from today didn't matter.