An afternoon in the middle of summer vacation.
I was lying in bed looking at a box of condoms.
I wanted to do my school homework and complete quests to create topics for the offline meeting, but I never got around to doing any of them.
I told myself that resting was for Yamamoto-san's sake, so I decided to sleep until I was called.
The number written on the box is '0.01.'
It's the same as the thinnest condom Miyu had made me use before, which was said to give the most realistic feeling of insertion.
But this was not my choice.
Last night, I went to buy condoms while holding hands with Yamamoto-san, and she was watching me from behind to see which type of condom I would choose.
Of course, I wanted to choose the thinnest condom from the beginning, but I thought that would make people think I had strange expectations, so I decided to choose a condom that was one step thicker and took it to the cash register.
However, just before the checkout started, Yamamoto-san poked me on the back and asked me to wait.
Then, blushing, she suggested this thinnest condom, saying, 'Let's go with this.'
I still can't forget Yamamoto-san's girlish cuteness and the store employee's murderous gaze at that time.
'Sotomichi-kun, I'm ready, so come.'
Before it started to get dark outside, I received a call from Yamamoto-san.
Apparently, my part-time job ended with cleaning up lunch today.
I finished getting ready and left the house.
Because I packed my suit in my bag, it turned out to be a lot bigger than I expected.
Yamamoto-san invited me to spend the night with her during summer vacation, and I decided to go to my next part-time job from Yamamoto-san's house too.
I headed to Yamamoto-san's apartment while cycling along.
Although I've only been there a few times, I feel like I've gotten used to this road.
Today is the day to have sex with Yamamoto-san.
Yamamoto-san, who can do anything, wants to make the only wish that she has been unable to fulfill for many years come true - sex that can even leave Yamamoto-san satisfied.
Arriving at the apartment, I entered Yamamoto-san's room number and pressed the intercom from the entrance.
I feel thirsty regardless of the summer heat.
I also feel like my pulse is incredibly fast even if it's just my imagination.
'I'll open the door. The door to the room's unlocked for you, so you can come in when you arrive.'
I had her open the automatic doo, got into the elevator, and headed for Yamamoto-san's room.
In a closed room where only the sound of the air conditioning was echoing, I was staring at the floor number display increasing one by one.
--Is it okay for me to just give my body to her?
Suddenly, I thought about such a thing.
What Yamamoto-san wants most is to have penetrative sex with a man who doesn't ejaculate right away, and to feel good after having sex for a short period of time.
Even though it was supposed to be that way, something was bothering me.
It just doesn't make sense to interpret Yamamoto's 'I want to have sex' as 'I want to feel good.'
Of course, I'm going to take my time and have sex carefully so that Yamamoto-san is satisfied.
Or since it's Yamamoto-san, I might be required to keep shaking my hips violently for several minutes.
I've refrained from doing any muscle training for today, so I should be able to accommodate those wishes for the first time.
However, even so, I can't imagine Yamamoto-san being satisfied.
Just inserting it for a long time isn't enough.
Miyu said that she can be satisfied even if she doesn't cum, but as expected, even girls want to cum after having sex.
Has Yamamoto-san ever came?
When I think about it, I've never made a girl cum.
After all, it was the memories of Miyu that were making Sachiko cum.
Even when I was with Yuka, she seemed to have had an orgasm, but the circumstances were special, and the influence of Miyu forcing her was stronger than anything else.
While I was thinking about this, I arrived in front of Yamamoto-san's room.
I was told that the door was unlocked, so if I opened the door, my time with Yamamoto-san would start.
If it comes to this, let it be.
"Excuse my intrusion."
As soon as I open the door, I can see the kitchen on the left side of the long hallway.
When I entered the entrance, the smell of the fragrant spices stimulated my sense of smell.
"Welcome, Sotomichi-kun."
Yamamoto-san greeted me while stirring a pot.
She was wearing a summer knit and an apron, and the bulge in her chest was clearly visible.
Her homely appearance was so erotic that I almost forgot what I was thinking about earlier.
"This smell is... beef stew?"
When I asked, Yamamoto-san grinned and made an OK sign.
"If you eat a lot of solid rice, it will be hard on your stomach when you have sex. Even if it gets cold, I can just heat it up with bread and eat it right away, so I'm preparing it now."
Beef stew, huh.
It was stew when Miyu teased me a few days ago.
Miyu is always dry, and unlike Yamamoto-san, she never directly engages in lewd things, but she lets me step into her personal space unexpectedly, which makes me shocked my thoughts go crazy.
...Now is not the time to be thinking about Miyu.
From now on, I can have sex to my heart's content with such an erotic and cute girl.
In the first place, what if she doesn't like it?
"If you're hungry, you can eat now."
Yamamoto-san turned off the heat on the pot and took the baggage that was blocking my hands.
I'm sorry to make her carry heavy things, but it makes it easier to take off my shoes.
"Do you want to eat, take a bath, or..."
Yamamoto-san puts my luggage on the floor nearby and approached me at close range.
Her flexible fingers traced my body, her fingertips stopping at the zipper of my pants.
"Perhaps, a blowjob?"
My crotch swells at the sudden suggestion of doing lewd things.
Immediate blowjobs are becoming a regular thing.
I can't resist Yamamoto-san's pleasure torture, which doesn't disappoint, because my body has already memorized it.
"Maybe a blowjob would be nice."
"Nfufuu. Certainly."
Yamamoto-san released my cock from my tight pants.
This time, she didn't tell me to take it out myself.
This is Yamamoto-san in full service mode.
Yamamoto-san pulled my penis out of me at the entrance while I was still wearing my shoes, and got on her knees.
The way she looks up at me from below and the line of her chest, visible in the knitwear is arousing my lustful feelings.
"Haamuu."
Yamamoto-san put my penis in her mouth without hesitation.
Jubuu, jubuu, the sound she makes and licks deliciously all the way to the base.
"Ah... uu... Yamamoto-san... amazing...!"
Yamamoto-san's mouth is always warm and full of saliva as she gives me a blowjob.
When I was still playing eroges, I heard that if you warm up your onahole and fill it with lotion, it would become the best meat hole, so I tried it.
Yamamoto-san's blowjob had such a sensual feel that it made me think that such a tool was just a child's toy.
"Ahh... really... amazing, Yamamoto-san..."
"Nfu. Fweels good?"
Yamamoto-san never makes a disgusted face while giving the blowjob.
On the contrary, she licks every inch of it, tasting it deliciously.
"It feels so good... I think I'll be satisfied with just a blowjob..."
The first time I had Yamamoto-san give me oral was in the school reference room, then she gave me a titjob on the sofa, and yesterday on was on the bus.
And this is the fourth time, an immediate blowjob after coming to her house.
"Ah... um... Yamamoto-san... do you prefer it unwashed...?"
Yamamoto-san seems to have more fun giving blowjobs outdoors than when we're fully prepared.
Although it smells of semen and sweat, and may even taste like urine, Yamamoto-san takes the initiative to lick it off.
"Nn, chuu... it's not that I like... licking dirty things but... nchuu, churu..."
Yamamoto-san kept the dick in her mouth and rubbed her tongue all over the rod, sucking up all the saliva.
"I like it because Sotomichi-kun gets happy when I lick it as it is."
Yamamoto-san smiled and resumed the blowjob.
Because I'm happy, that's all.
Too happy.
I'm going to ejaculate just because of that euphoria.
"Nnmu... chubu... nchu... ah... But, there's also a suit in this baggage. I wonder if it'll get wrinkled."
Yamamoto-san took her mouth off my cock and became aware of my baggage on the floor.
The bag contains a suit for the part-time job and a set of clothes for the overnight stay.
It would have been easier to cycle with a backpack, but since I didn't have one handy, I ended up pulling out my parents' travel bag.
"You don't have to worry about it too much. The suit is a uniform for event staff, but since most of the work is manual labour, we wear them with the intention of making the most of them."
"Still, a woman can't send a boy to work in disgrace."
Yamamoto-san shoved my penis into my pants and closed the zipper, saying, 'You'll have to wait.'
Then I was sent to the bathroom and took a shower while Yamamoto-san sorted out the contents of the bag.
"Haah."
Again, losing to pleasure, I could only think of erotic things.
Yamamoto-san's blowjob feels too good, but when I see her enjoying it that much, I start to think that's all she needs.
While I'm sweating in the shower, my crotch still stands firm.
I came here to have sex, so there's nothing dishonest about me in this state, but it would be a problem if I was perceived as someone who thinks about nothing but sex.
Both Miyu and Yamamoto have one thing in common: they don't mind being asked for help.
I need to make sure I don't just sit there and spoil it.
I get out of the bathroom and wipe myself.
It would be rude to Yamamoto-san, who lets me use her bed if my clothes were damp, so I used a hair dryer to dry my hair before putting them on.
Perhaps it's because I had my hair properly cut at a hair salon, but even without waxing, my hair was still manageable after the bath.
When I look at myself in the mirror, I can't believe how normal I look compared to a few months ago.
I've gained muscle, my posture has improved, and just like my little sister Miyu is as cute as she is, my facial features aren't that bad either.
...Or that's what I think.
Even so, I look plain and gloomy, perhaps because of this unsophisticated single layer.
If I could shave off all this excess flesh and skin from my eyes, I might be able to get a reasonably good face.
Just as I was thinking about this, Yamamoto-san opened the door and peered in.
"Ya-Yamamoto-san... what are you..."
"I'm looking at my naked Onii-san in the mirror, gazing at his own face."
Shit.
I'm so embarrassed I want to die.
"Don't worry, Sotomichi-kun is cool."
Yamamoto-san entered the dressing room and walked behind me.
Then, she put her hand behind my naked back and hugged me tightly.
The warmth of that fluffy knitwear and the softness of Yamamoto-san herself comfort me.
"You're still doing fine here. Were you taking a shower thinking naughty thoughts?"
Yamamoto-san gently caressed my upward straightness.
"Ah... that's not true, but... These days, once it gets harder... nh... it's pretty... hard to get smaller... "
"Huh."
Yamamoto-san uses her left and right hands to caress the skin of my lower body.
She touches my thighs, scrotum, and the tip of my penis with such weak force that she's barely lift the pads of her fingers, causing a buzz of pleasure to creep up within me from there.
"Nh, fuh, aguh, wait, that-ah..."
My body seemed to be arching with pleasure.
My testicles also reacted by twitching up and down, and the strong feeling of ejaculation shot through my urethra, making me realise that other men would probably ejaculate at this point.
"Recently? Since you started doing naughty things with Miyu-chan?"
"That's, auh... haah, that's right..."
"Ara ara. What a bad Onii-chan."
Yamamoto-san switches her hand movements from caressing to handjob.
She grasped the rod with her right hand, attached her left hand to the underside of my scrotum, causing the pleasure to come from above and below at the same time.
"Aaahh!"
My body, rejoicing in pleasure, jumps up and down as it receives the pulse of electrical signals.
It was reflected in the mirror in front of me.
Yamamoto-san seemed to know that and began her onanism.
The sight of a pitiful man who is naked alone and moans as a girl tortures him with pleasure.
To show me that, Yamamoto-san holds me tightly with both arms and doesn't let me go.
"I said earlier that Sotomichi-kun was cool, but..."
Yamamoto-san's movements of moving her hands up and down become more intense.
With each stroke, she moves her fingers in a undulating manner, stimulating the areas where I feel the most.
"Aguh, ah, aaahh!"
Even as I pull back and try to parry the pleasure, Yamamoto-san thrusts her arm deep into me.
The stimulation from my crotch to the surface of my ball sack sent pulses of pleasure to me consistently.
"I prefer the Sotomichi-kun moaning in a pitiful voice."
Shuchu, shuchu, a concentrated stimulation was given to the glans, which had become soggy from the rush without me realizing it.
All I could do was endure Yamamoto-san's onanism, my legs and hips shaking.
"Even on the train, you were being teased like this. Did it feel good?"
Yamamoto-san's lascivious voice came from behind my ears.
My eardrums vibrate and the signals from the cochlea are input to the brain as sexual stimulation.
"Haah, auhh, feels,good... haah, aahh...!"
Yamamoto-san brought her face so close to me that we were rubbing our cheeks together, and I instinctively turned to face her.
The image shows a pathetic man who has been brought into a state of euphoria by the hands of a girl.
Why does Miyu and Yamamoto-san bully me so much?
"Since we're at it, would you like to see me giving you a blowjob?"
After asking that question, Yamamoto-san turned her body sideways and got down on her knees without waiting for my reply.
Yamamoto-san sucked at my cock, which left a bubble in the tip due to the fierce handjob.
The hard, curved cock disappeared from Yamamoto-san lips into her mouth, and stuck near her throat.
Every time she made a sound of the blowjob, Yamamoto-san's cheeks swelled and dented, and when my cock reached the depths of her mouth, I could clearly see that Yamamoto-san was squeezing her throat with the movement of swallowing and squeezing it to the tip.
"Aaaaguh... uuaaahhh, uu, aahh, aaahhh!!"
I can't keep my voice down.
Even though Yamamoto-san's mouth felt fleshy enough, there was no way I could keep his composure as she used all of it to give me a blowjob.
"Nfufu. I should take my clothes off too."
Yamamoto-san increased the strokes of her blowjob, slowed down the rhythm, and took off her clothes so that the pleasure would continue.
The blowjob while clothed was erotic enough, but seeing Yamamoto-san's fleshy body, the excitement is different.
Yamamoto-san's boobs, visible from the side, defy gravity and sway every time she takes my cock in her mouth.
Her fair skin is an expansive color that emphasizes the softness of her body, and the way she wears her hair over her ears so I can see her mouth is also reflected seductively in the mirror.
"Aah, uu... Yamamoto-san... I want to cum...!"
I want to watch Yamamoto-san's face from above, until the moment when my semen is poured into her mouth.
"Nn... chubu. I'll see about that another time."
Unfortunately, I wasn't allowed to cum in her mouth.
I've been told that I can ejaculate freely, so I'm sure she'll take it as soon as I cum, but since sex is the main purpose today, I can't let myself ejaculate here.
"It's pretty sticky with saliva, so wash it off and come to bed. You don't have to wear any clothes, okay?"
"Ahh... that's right..."
Yamamoto-san took the clothes she had taken off and the clothes I had planned to wear after taking a shower, and headed to her room.
Going to bed naked means having sex.
I need to prepare my mind while I take a shower.
I washed my lower body in the shower and headed to the bed where Yamamoto-san was.
When I open the door, there is a bed on the right side of the 10 tatami room.
There, Yamamoto-san, who was wearing a futon, was resting on her side.
"Thank you for your hard work."
"Thank you, Yamamoto-san, for your hard work at your part-time job. Thanks for the food and the suit."
"No... it's okay..."
Yamamoto-san's gaze is focused on my cock, which is still erect.
Inwardly, she seems to be thinking, 'It's still hard after all.'
It's embarrassing, but if I wait until this is over, I'll feel cold, so I have no choice but to make up my mind.
"Fuuh... nh..."
Yamamoto-san was naked under the futon, her body fidgeting and her face red.
Her breathing was deeper than usual, and the breath she exhaled seemed hot.
"Yamamoto-san... what are... you doing...?"
What is Yamamoto-san doing?
I asked, but I knew what it was.
I've only seen girls doing it on the internet, but this is definitely masturbation.
Why, at this timing.
"Nh, so that... fuuh... we can prepare... for lewd..."
Yamamoto-san continues to masturbate even after I appear in front of her.
My crotch twitched at that sight, and I was starting to feel embarrassed.
I've never done much foreplay, so it would be helpful if she could do it herself, but...
What's the atmosphere for that?
"Ah... nnh... I want to see Sotomichi-kun... doing it too..."
Yamamoto-san spoke in a modest tone, but her eyes strongly implored me.
She's staring at me, waiting for me to masturbate.
That's Yamamoto-san's objective, huh.
I can't refuse her if she invites me like this.
Yamamoto-san is wearing a futon, but it's not fair for me to stand naked.
"Then I want to see Yamamoto-san doing it, too."
There are few opportunities to see a girl masturbating raw, even for a man who has a girlfriend.
If Yamamoto-san wants to show us masturbating together, I'd also like to see Yamamoto-san's entire body while I masturbate.
"...Got it. I'm doing it, so grab the futon."
Yamamoto-san didn't stop masturbating and asked me for a favour.
Is she asking me to reveal the sight of her hiding under the futon and playing with her private parts?
I feel like I'm doing something wrong, but this is also part of what Yamamoto-san wants to do.
Then I can't let her down.
I approach the bed and put my hand on the futon.
My erect penis came close to Yamamoto-san's face, and while I felt apologetic, I removed the futon that was hiding Yamamoto-san's masturbating form.
"Uuu... haah... it's embarrassing..."
Even though Yamamoto-san told me to take the futon from herself, she shrank from shame without stopping to tease her secret place.
I couldn't tell if the reaction was pure or lewd, and an indescribable excitement welled up inside me.
"Anh... uuu... Sotomichi-kun too... hurry up..."
Yamamoto-san begged me to masturbate in a desperate voice.
I thought of Yamamoto-san as a sadist who liked to attack, but as a girl, I wonder if she has a desire somewhere to be humiliated.
Kuchu, kuchu, Yamamoto emphasizes the humidity of her secret place with those noises.
It tells me in my heart that her excitement is the same as me being erect like this.
"Haah... Yamamoto... san..."
I also started to masturbate, grabbing my own dick.
One rub, two rubs, blood is pumped into my cock every time it is squeezed.
Yamamoto-san was staring at me, not even bothering to blink, as I stood there miserably pushing my thing.
She gets so excited seeing my pathetic face, huh.
I guess it's a little different from a special fetish.
I'm sure there's a side of Yamamoto-san that even the men she's dated don't know about.
"Haah, aahh... Yamamoto-san... it feels so good...!"
Just having Yamamoto-san watching me made my masturbation sensitivity go up to a whole new level.
However, this was bad.
Within a minute, I was overcome with an uncontrollable desire to ejaculate.
"Uu--!"
I stopped my hand in a hurry and gripped the base tightly.
My urethra contracts repeatedly as if my cock is energised, and my desire to ejaculate finally subsides.
"Nh...? Sotomichi-kun, what's wrong...?"
Yamamoto-san looked at me suspiciously as soon as I stopped playing with my dick.
What do I do.
I don't think I can masturbate.
As it should be.
Masturbating in front of a girl is the most naughty thing I've ever done with Miyu.
In front of this exaggeration that has grown to its limit is the face of Yamamoto-san.
If I ejaculate like this, I'm sure Yamamoto-san will drink the semen.
It's the same thing that Miyu and I have been doing for a long time.
There is no way this body will hesitate to ejaculate.
"Oh, no, I'm a little embarrassed after all."
I made a miserable excuse.
It ruins the atmosphere, but no matter how hard I try, I can't hold back my ejaculation if I masturbate while being watched.
"Really? Well, I can understand why you're embarrassed."
Yamamoto-san also stopped masturbating and gently pinched my cock with her fingers wet with her own love juices.
"For that reason, you're so tense that your veins are popping out…?"
"Ugh... this is...!"
The erection that I had thought was already the limit became even larger once more blood had been forced into it.
Obviously, it's an expansion beyond what I've had with Yamamoto-san until now.
It has so much heat that even I feel it's hot.
"Hmm. So that's how it is."
Yamamoto-san narrows her eyes and observes me.
I might have been able to fool the Yamamoto-san in her warm mode, but it would be difficult to do so now.
"You're having this kind of naughty lewdness with Miyu-chan."
Yamamoto-san gives the answer with a pleased expression on her face.
It was finally said.
I can't fix it anymore.
"This is... ah... uh..."
While I was confused, Yamamoto-san gently grabbed my cock and lightly rubbed the surface.
I still have the reaction from masturbation, and the stimulation alone makes me feel like I'm going to ejaculate.
"Sotomichi-kun is a pervert who always masturbates in front of his sister."
Yamamoto-san stares at me with naughty eyes as if accusing me.
I can't make any objections because I only agree with those words.
"Since you said she didn't give blowjobs or have sex, I was wondering under what circumstances you were doing naughty things. Sotomichi-kun, you seem to like masturbating while Miyu-chan watches you."
My habits are being exposed one after another.
It wouldn't be a problem for Yamamoto-san to find out now, but hearing her say it again made my heart pound with shame and guilt.
"A-a lot of things have happened..."
"Fufuu. Well, I don't mean to pry too much."
Yamamoto-san seems to be having fun and jerks off my cock just enough to not make me ejaculate.
Isn't my impression getting worse?
I wonder how perverted I must be for Yamamoto-san to hate me.
"Does it make you want to let it out?"
"Well... I'd like to cum but..."
Yesterday, I had Yamamoto-san drink my semen on the bus, but after I ejaculated in her mouth, Yamamoto-san seemed to be in so much pain that she immediately drank all the water.
If I let her drink the semen from masturbation like I usually do with Miyu, she might throw up this time because of its thickness.
“But Yamamoto-san, you want to do it for real, right?”
I can now ejaculate multiple times.
However, it takes a certain amount of excitement to make me erect immediately after I cum, and Yamamoto-san will have to do some service again.
I don't want to rush the actual production, but I want to do it when I can definitely do it.
"Hmm... I don't care either way."
Yamamoto-san muttered that and let go of my cock.
Either way, huh.
But in terms of flow, now is the only time.
If I have to do the real thing next time, I'll definitely want to ejaculate somewhere else.
"Eh, uh, then now… we can do it...?"
"Yeah. That's right. Shall we?"
Yamamoto-san was lying on her back on the bed.
I take out a box of condoms from the bag placed near the closet.
When I opened the box, there were three condoms lined up on the slanted bottom.
Looking at that, I want to scold myself for thinking that maybe it's not enough.
As long as I have sex carefully every time, this amount is enough.
I put the box on the edge of the bed, grab one condom, and climb onto the bed.
"Well, then, I'll put it on."
"Yeah."
I tear open the packaging to avoid damaging the rubber and check to see if the top and bottom are upside down.
With the swollen semen reservoir on top, I unwrapped it so that the penis was covered in rubber all the way to the base.
Yamamoto-san folds her legs and puts her knees up so that her private parts are not visible.
I bent down in front of her and put my hands on Yamamoto-san's knees, and Yamamoto-san opened her legs as if to accept sex.
The room became quiet, a sudden change from the friendly atmosphere from earlier.
"Can I insert it?"
"...It's fine."
Yamamoto only replied, her face sideways.
She gazed at the wall.
I lifted Yamamoto-san's leg and approached her hips.
Yamamoto-san's honey pot is full of lewd juice.
If I move a few more centimeters, I can insert it into Yamamoto-san.
"Uh... um..."
Something's not right.
Yamamoto-san spoke too little.
Did I say something that would destroy the atmosphere?
Was I wrong to propose sex at that timing?
No, wait, what does she mean by 'either way' in the first place?
Although I enjoy doing lewd things with Yamamoto-san, this relationship originally started because Yamamoto-san asked me to have sex with her.
Even until yesterday, I was so excited to do it next time.
The last time we were in this room, we were actually supposed to have sex.
However, Yamamoto-san did not show any signs of it at all, and after I gave up my semen with only handjobs and titjobs, I was satisfied that it was enough.
I don't know, it's a strange feeling.
I have memories.
That's exactly what it feels like to be dealing with Miyu.
If I just chalk it up to the unique difficulty of girls, that's all, but Yamamoto-san is also a human being, and I'm sure she's thinking about something even while she's silent like this.
This situation is a little similar to when Miyu barged into the bathroom.
The unreasonable words and actions of Miyu at that time also had the purpose of punishing me.
So what exactly is this Yamamoto-san's quietness?
"Sotomichi-kun...? What's wrong?"
Yamamoto-san tilted her head to the side as I struggled to insert it.
If I say that I can't insert myself because Yamamoto-san is silent, that might just make Yamamoto-san careful of me.
I wonder how to convey my confusion.
"Ah... uh... I think I should say something that will set the mood..."
I couldn't think straight and made a statement that was completely out of character.
"Nn? Fufuu. Can I say something?"
Yamamoto-san smiled slightly.
I feel like the firmness of her facial expression has disappeared a little.
"Uh... what do you... mean..."
Since I had no thoughts, I was stuck in words when I was asked.
Anyway, as long as this strange air is alleviated, anything is fine.
"...Yeah. I see."
Before I could answer, Yamamoto-san had come to terms with something and slowly extended her arms.
Yamamoto-san put her hands around the back of my head and gently cradled my face into her chest.
It's really soft.
As well as hot.
Without even having to listen to it, I could feel an echoing, pounding heartbeat.
Yamamoto-san's pulse was abnormally fast, and her body was burning like after exercise.
No way, this is.
"Yamamoto-san... are you nervous...?"
The reason why she suddenly became less talkative, and the reason why she had been putting off the actual performance until now, was it because she was just nervous and couldn't start?
"I'm embarrassed..."
Yamamoto-san presses my face into her chest so that I can't see her face.
If I think about it, is it natural to be nervous?
The fact that she has failed to have sex so many times until now is a serious problem for Yamamoto-san, and even though she knows that I will never ejaculate, she still worries.
I decided to stop having sex for the time being and surrender myself to Yamamoto-san, who was hugging me close to me.
The bases of our legs are overlapping each other, and there is no insertion, just our private parts touching.
Yamamoto-san's pussy is wetter than I thought, and just touching her clitoris with my penis feels good.
"Sotomichi-kun, it's really hard. My body temperature should be about the same, but I can feel the heat as well. It's...amazing..."
Compared to the average, my penis probably isn't that great.
Miyu and Yamamoto-san are just so attractive that my male instincts are awakening.
"Nn... Um, when you make it twitch so much... fuuh... nnh... it kind of feels good..."
My cock, influenced by Yamamoto-san's eroticism, begins to prepare for sex without restraint.
This sudden twitch of dick cannot be controlled by man's will.
-I mean, what should I do?
My body ached.
"Yamamoto-san... I... I'm starting to want to have sex..."
Just being wrapped up in Yamamoto-san's naked body makes me feel overwhelmed.
Despite the fact that she hasn't even been hugging me for that long.
My libido has been overflowing ever since and I can't stop it.
"Sotomichi-kun."
Yamamoto-san hugged me tightly for just a moment, then released me from her arms.
"I want you to insert it too."
Yamamoto-san's moisturised eyes.
Finally, I heard those words.
"Yamamoto-san... I'm going..."
I placed my glans against Yamamoto-san's vaginal opening and slowly inserted my penis.
"Nh... aah... Sotomichi-kun...!!"
My penis penetrates, pushing aside her flesh wall.
Yamamoto-san's vagina is much narrower than I imagined, but it is so soft that there is no resistance at all.
"Uguh... haah, Yamamoto-san... Aah, this feels too good...!! "
The moment my penis reached its deepest point, my body trembled.
Yamamoto-san's vaginal wall gets wrapped around the neck of my glans as I try to pull it out and squeezes my cock.
As I moved my hips, Yamamoto-san's vagina became soft, and whether I inserted it or pulled it out, the lewd meat was entangled everywhere.
"Aaaguh... s-shit, I'm about to cum...!!"
It was an unexpected situation.
I thought that I would never be able to ejaculate to anyone other than Miyu, but the semen was rising to the brink to the point where I felt like I was about to ejaculate.
"Nh... it's fine... let it out..."
Yamamoto-san hugged me and greeted me to ejaculation.
If I came, I would be just like the other men.
"Aaahh... Yamamoto-san... Yamamoto-san...!"
I moved my hips in dismay.
My cock makes obscene noises and disturbs the honey.
Every time I feel the hardness of iron inside of Yamamoto-san's body, my brain is filled with joy.
Then, after about 10 seconds, I gradually slowed down my hips.
"Haah... haah... it didn't come out..."
"Fuuh... I see... That's a shame."
Yamamoto-san was also breathing irregularly, and I got into a position where I was hugging herchest again.
I thought I was definitely going to cum, but it seems like this body won't let me cum easily with anyone other than Miyu.
"But now I can keep going."
I gradually resumed the piston movement.
Earlier, I thought that I might be able to ejaculate with someone other than Miyu, so I suddenly became violent, but I shouldn't have had such rough sex with Yamamoto-san, who had far less experience with penetration than the average girl.
"Didn't it hurt?"
"I'm fine. But I think it would be better if you took it easy like that."
Yamamoto-san relaxed her whole body and accepted my cock.
"Nh... ah-..."
It seems that Yamamoto-san has better sensitivity at this speed.
For me, it feels better if I don't go too violently because I can feel the inside of Yamamoto-san's vagina deeply.
"Yamamoto-san... how long... should I take it easy...?"
"Uu, ah, hahn... Sotomichi-kun, if you don't mind... ah, anh, haah... I'd like this forever..."
Yamamoto-san's whisper gradually flickered.
Even though I'm just moving my hips without changing the rhythm.
"Aanh, ah, there... feels good... hitting me... nnh... fuuh... nnh..!!"
Yamamoto-san's twitching and the mellowness of her voice change depending on how deep I thrust with my penis.
Yamamoto-san's vagina's condition has improved as much as she felt.
I keep the speed of the piston constant and only make small adjustments to the position where I press the tip of my cock.
"Hauh, nhaah, amhazing... aaanh...! Sotomichi-kun's hard, amhazing... aguh... aauh... nh, nnh, nnhnh! "
Despite this slow movement, Yamamoto-san's reaction was getting better and better.
Yamamoto-san clearly moaned when my cock hit a pleasant spot, and I simplified my movements so that I could continue to stimulate that spot.
"Haah... Yamamoto-san...! It feels even better than before...!"
I felt more pleasure when I made the other person feel good than when I moved to make myself feel good.
After knowing that, I focused solely on making Yamamoto-san feel the same way.
Yamamoto-san clings to me and won't let me go.
That's how much this sex of mine is wanted.
The mental pleasure of being a man is added to the physical pleasure.
"Auh... ah... Sotomichi... kun..."
Eventually, Yamamoto-san's whisper began to subside.
But in contrast, the force that hugs me grows stronger.
Every time my cock hits near her uterus, Yamamoto-san's body jumps and absorbs the force in her embrace.
When I thought that Yamamoto-san's body was no longer bouncing up and down due to my movements, and she was just hugging me for a while, Yamamoto-san's entire body started to twitch, as if she was suddenly releasing all of her previous strength. Bikun bikun, she had a big convulsion.
"Ah... fuuh...... uuu... sorry..."
Sensing that something was wrong with Yamamoto-san, I stopped moving.
Yamamoto-san awkwardly lowered her eyes and whispered in a low voice.
"I came on my own."
Yamamoto-san then pulled the futon beside her and hid her face.
"Uuu... it's so embarrassing..."
She's very distressed.
She's so calm and graceful when she does erotic things to me, but when it comes to cumming herself, is she that naive?
"Even though I hadn’t developed it at all… I was able to cum so easily… I can’t believe it…"
I feel like the sex I've had so far hasn't been much better, but I guess she can't bear the shame of having someone see her feeling it.
I waited for Yamamoto-san to calm down.
Yamamoto-san hides her face and wiggles her body, looking eternally embarrassed.
It all subsided after about five minutes.
Yamamoto-san looked out of the futon and made eye contact with me.
She quickly turned her eyes away.
"Sotomichi-kun's sex feels too good."
I never expected to hear such words from a girl.
This was the first time Yamamoto-san was able to have proper sex with a man.
If so...
"Was that the first time you came?"
"Yeah."
Anyone who had sex with Yamamoto-san didn't last even a few seconds.
Of course it's her first time.
I was able to make Yamamoto-san cum.
I should feel confident that I've done this well.
"Sotomichi-kun, about this."
Yamamoto-san touched my penis, which was still connected.
"It's magnificent."
My penis was so erect that it was about to explode.
This hardness alone is said to be magnificent compared to other men's.
"Is that... so? It's not that big either. Before I was with Miyu... I never had an erection like this... and the amount of semen... was much less..."
It's changed in the last few months.
When I was only masturbating to eroges, there were times when I would ejaculate without getting an erection.
"Like I thought, that's what it is. So, Miyu-chan was the one who raised this wonderful thing."
Yamamoto-san rubs the base of my penis and looks down at the connecting part with loving eyes.
"Miyu-chan, she's travelling, isn't she? When is she coming back?"
In the relaxed atmosphere, small talk began.
Yamamoto-san also came, so I should take a break for now.
"She said it would be a week, so I think she'll be back in the evening in four days."
I pulled my penis out of Yamamoto-san's vagina and maintained a standing position on all fours.
"Fuah... nh... the day after tomorrow is Sotomichi-kun's part-time job, right? What's next?"
"There's another one in five days."
"Then until Miyu-chan comes back, you'll just have a part-time job the day after tomorrow."
"I don't think so."
I could have put more in, but it's physically taxing to push myself hard from the beginning.
I tried not to squeeze in part-time jobs during the first half of summer vacation.
"You know, Sotomichi-kun."
Yamamoto-san resumes the conversation and looks me in the eye.
"I don't think it's necessary to have you be able to do lewd things with someone other than Miyu-chan."
Yamamoto-san said so.
It was only a few seconds later that I understood what that meant.
"Eh. W-why?"
Even though I should have had good sex with her.
If I give up on trying to bust a nut to someone other than Miyu, that means I should continue my lewd things with Miyu.
“For some reason, I thought about it until today. I always feel Miyu-chan inside Sotomichi-kun.”
Yamamoto-san continued to speak in a calm tone.
"Sotomichi-kun says that Miyu-chan doesn't like Sotomichi-kun... that may be true now, but Sotomichi-kun changing like this, there's no way there wasn't any love in that."
The love between me and Miyu.
It's true that no matter how much I liked Miyu, if she hadn't accepted me in the first place, nothing would have happened.
After that, I was sure to remain a deep-rooted virgin.
I might have become lonely someday, jealous of Suzuhara, Takanami, and the others.
"It's just a hunch. After Sotomichi-kun inserted into me, I became convinced. Sotomichi-kun should continue to take good care of Miyu-chan."
In the end, Yamamoto-san smiled mischieviously.
"I wonder if that's okay."
"It's okay. You've become so great. Be more confident."
Yamamoto stroked my cock, which was still stiff.
In the end, even with Yamamoto-san, I couldn't ejaculate.
But maybe that's not the problem.
I also wondered at the drinking party with Agata-san yesterday.
The reason I haven't developed any feelings of love even after having so much fun having sex with Yamamoto-san is because I instinctively know that there is probably no one with whom I am more compatible than Miyu.
"With that being said, I will spend the remaining four days enjoying sex with Sotomichi-kun."
Yamamoto-san's expression became crisp and bright.
Is this why she asked the day when Miyu would come back?
"Yamamoto-san, are you okay with that?"
For my convenience, I've already decided that Miyu is the only one, and that's fine, but Yamamoto-san can't really have sex with anyone other than me. I feel like if it ends like this, things will be tough after that.
"It's fine, it's fine. I just noticed this too, Sotomichi-kun, but you're misunderstanding."
"Misunderstanding?"
Does that mean I'm misunderstanding something about Yamamoto-san's troubles?
"It's true that I've always said I wanted to have sex. But it's not like I was longing for sex itself."
When you start dating a man, a healthy relationship develops, leading to a deep relationship called sex.
Yamamoto-san must have been suffering because she couldn't do what was normal for those around her.
In that case, couldn't it be called a yearning for sex?
"The reason why I want to have sex with Sotomichi-kun right now is because I enjoy doing naughty things with Sotomichi-kun, and I want to have sex with him."
Yamamoto-san whispered bashfully.
"I'm glad to hear that, but..."
As a man, there is nothing more gratifying than having sex desired because it's fun to do.
But if she wasn't worried about not being able to have sex, I wonder what Yamamoto-san's request was so far.
"Well, I'll talk about it properly. First of all, uh... do you want to do it one more time?"
Yamamoto-san gently pulls my erection hanging in the air and asks for more.
"This time, I want Sotomichi-kun at the bottom."
Yamamoto-san sat up, assumed a leopard-like pose, and instructed me to rest.
If she's having so much fun, Yamamoto-san telling me to choose Miyu must have been a turn for the better.
If so, that's enough.
"Is it okay to just rest?"
"If possible, just lie down lifelessly."
"Really..."
I never thought the day would come when a girl would ask me to become lifeless, but if it's Yamamoto-san, I guess that's okay.
I lay on my back on the bed and relaxed my whole body.
Yamamoto-san straddles my waist and invites my cock to her vagina.
Then, without a moment's delay, she lowered herself down and pushed it all the way into her body.
"Aguh... uuu... this... anh, ah... I like it...!"
Without moving her body much, Yamamoto-san moved his hips back and forth and pressed my penis firmly against the back of her meat barrel.
"Aahh... Yamamoto-san...! If you do... something like that... aaaahh!"
Taking full advantage of the hardness of my cock, Yamamoto-san rubbed my dick against her own pleasure spot.
The inside of Yamamoto-san's vagina is agitated, and hot liquid overflows every time.
Yamamoto-san's pleasure is conveyed through my entire rod.
It also spreads to my brain, and the pleasure of the two of us resonates.
"Sotomichi-kun... uu... this... my head is turning white..."
"Me too... it feels good... haah... Yamamoto-san... ahhh...!"
Bearing the urge to move my hips, I surrendered myself to the pleasure of Yamamoto-san treating me with her own vagina.
A girl is using her body to the best of her ability to make me feel good.
To move here would be like finding fault with that.
I want to be made to feel good as Yamamoto-san wants.
"Haah... haah... Sotomichi-kun's...really hard and nice..."
Yamamoto-san seemed to like the hardness of my cock.
Up until now, if someone inserted it in, they would cum right away, and everyone would have been left with nothing.
Yamamoto-san was able to move as she pleased, and the only thing between us was a shared sense of pleasure. For this moment, Yamamoto-san and I were completely one in our emotions.
"Fuuh... nh... I didn't know it was so good... After all, I think I should stay with Sotomichi-kun until the last minute."
Yamamoto-san stopped moving and picked up her smartphone that was placed near the bed.
"Yamamoto... san...?"
After tapping the screen several times, she put the smartphone speaker to her ear.
There is no doubt about it.
Yamamoto-san is calling someone with my cock in her vagina.
"--Good evening, thank you for your help. I am Yamamoto. I would like to discuss this week's shift."
Yamamoto-san seemed to be calling her part-time job.
Apparently, she had a part-time shift four days from today, the last day she promised to continue having sex with me.
"Yes, my apologies. A very important appointment has come up..."
Yamamoto-san rubs her stomach and looks down at the connection with an ecstatic expression.
Then, putting her index finger to her lips, she lowered her hips so deep that it made a gurgling sound.
"...!"
It was probably because of the tension, the sensitivity was increased.
The wriggling of Yamamoto's vaginal walls alone seemed to make her scream.
"Ehh... I see... I think I'll be able to come out next week. Fuuh... nh... yes, thank you, very much. I'll leave it to you."
When Yamamoto-san hangs up the phone, she throws her smartphone on the sofa and covers me from the front with the momentum.
"Was that okay?"
"No, it's not."
"Eh."
What are you doing, Yamamoto-san?
"Because the sudden phone call left a gap in my shift. Since I was working full-time, it might be difficult to find help. If there are fewer people around this time of year, it'll be very busy."
Yamamoto-san talked about her own wrongdoing as if it were someone else's problem.
Then, she loosens her cheeks and looks down at me with a lewd face.
"What should I do? Having sex with Sotomichi-kun felt so good that I became a bad girl."
The expression on Yamamoto-san's face was both troubled and pleased, and it seemed like Yamamoto had no other priority than having sex right now.
"Nh... aah... Sotomichi-kun...!!"
Yamamoto-san starts moving again and the sex resumes.
"Yamamoto-san... uguh... your vagina is so thick... it feels so good that I can't understand it...!"
Inside Yamamoto-san's body, which is nothing short of a masterpiece, I continue to maintain the hardness of my cock without ejaculating.
This is something only I can do, regardless of my patience or premature ejaculation.
This body is useful to Yamamoto-san.
I'm helping Yamamoto-san as a man.
"Nfufu. I'll make you feel better."
Yamamoto-san curled up a little and started licking around my chest with hertongue out.
"Ah... t-that's bad! Nh, nhaah, that's just not good...!"
I knew the meaning of Yamamoto-san's actions.
He's licking my nipples to further heighten my sexual sensations.
"Here? Is it really that weak?"
Yamamoto-san avoids touching the tip with her tongue and teases the outside of the areola.
It didn't take long for Yamamoto-san's mind to interpret what I said, 'not good,' as 'I'm about to ejaculate.'
"Nfufu. This place has also been teased my Miyu-chan. What close siblings."
Yamamoto-san is no longer surprised that I am doing naughty things with Miyu.
Even if my anus were developed, Yamamoto-san would only think of it as proof of love.
"Heeh. I see. This is Sotomichi-kun's ejaculation switch."
Yamamoto-san is in a good mood, licking only around my chest.
"U-, guah... aaahh... that's... ah, but, I-I want to cum already...!"
Constantly blamed by Yamamoto-san, my patience was limited.
"Do you want to cum? Then, if you say, 'Please let me cum, please,' I'll let it out for you."
"Haah, aahh... p-please... let me cu... aguh, muu...!?"
Just before I could say anything, Yamamoto-san covered my mouth with her boobs.
The soft, marshmallow-like flesh covers my entire mouth, making it difficult to breathe.
"Nh, uguh... uuuuu...!"
"Haah, nnh... ah, anh, aaahh... Sotomichi-kun feels so good... fuhn, nhah, aaahh...!"
"Nnnnh! Nnh! Nhah, ah, nh, fuaah, aaahh!"
Just when I thought I was finally going to cum, during that time, my cock rubbed against Yamamoto-san's fleshy walls over and over again.
Even though I beg her to make me cum, Yamamoto-san won't stop having sex with me forever.
With pleasure and difficulty breathing, my consciousness became diluted. I pleasantly felt both of them, and begged for forgiveness to make me ejaculate desperately.
"Aanh, haah, fufuu. Sotomichi-kun, you're crying you know. You like boobs that much... haah, aah, nnh, aaah, nh, nnh, c-cu, ah, I'm, about to cum again...!"
Yamamoto-san inserted my cock deep into the pleasure spot she found while having sex with me, and shook her hips with all her might.
Just like that, the sexual sensation transmitted to me has increased, and I can no longer think of anything other than ejaculation.
"Aaanhaah... nhaah, aah, ah... nh, nnnh!"
"Yeah, yeah... Sotomichi-kun, let's cum together.. ah, nhaaaah, aaanh, ann, nnh, ah... nguh, jubuu, chubu...!"
As soon as Yamamoto-san's boobs left my mouth, she sucked on my nipples without even hearing my pleas.
The small protrusion of my chest was trampled by Yamamoto-san's tongue, and my lower body was pumped up by the movement of Yamamoto-san's hips as she reached climax, pleasure running through all of my limbs.
"Nchu, Sotomichi-kun, nnh! cua-, cummi-, nh, nnnnnnh--!!"
"Yamamoto-san... auhaah, ah, Yamamoto-san...! Aaahh, ah, uuu, aaaaaahh!!"
Dobyu, dobyu, dobyu, dobyuru--!!
Focused on the constriction of Yamamoto-san's climax, I spit out my semen at once.
My body, which had been so tense due to the pleasure, was enveloped in a feeling of exhaustion as soon as I finished ejaculating.
The penis that was pulled out of her vagina had a condom on it that was filled with semen and on the verge of flowing back.
Yamamoto-san took it off, tied it over its mouth, threw it in a nearby trash can, and rested her weight on me.
I don't think she was completely exhausted physically, was mentally exhausted from experiencing an orgasm for the first time.
Yamamoto-san, tall and plump, has a certain weight to her, and that feeling gives me the feeling that I am actually having sex with Yamamoto-san.
"Haah... fuuh... how to say it... I thought it would be refreshing if I cum... but it makes me feel dazed..."
Yamamoto-san was still on top of me, breathing erratically.
There was a thin layer of sweat on her forehead, and her hair looked sexy.
"You know, Sotomichi-kun."
Yamamoto-san put her arm behind my head and hugged me tightly.
"Can I just be a heavy woman for just a moment?"
Yamamoto-san whispered in a small voice.
When she says heavy, she's talking about worries.
"It's fine. I'm listening."
If it's already been resolved, there's no need for me to prepare myself.
The fact that she was willing to talk means that her mind has become more organised.
"I like naughty things. When we're just the two of us doing something naughty, we get to touch the deepest parts of our personalities that we don't usually show, right? That's what makes it fun."
That's what she's always felt.
With a spirit of service, Yamamoto-san gets into the hearts of others, searches for their true nature, and selects words and plays that suit their tastes.
"I cooked them food, hugged them, laid on their laps. I did what they wanted, and they were happy with it. I was happy just looking at their smiles."
She talks like a saint.
However, it seems to suit this Yamamoto-san honestly.
"But, always, always, it was fun only at the beginning."
The tone of her voice lowers, and Yamamoto's breathing is mixed with her sighs.
"We get physically intimate on the couch with our clothes on, touch each other's legs, tickle each other. We do naughty things slowly, slowly, and then when the other person can't hold back anymore, I let them cum... When things went like that, everyone was happy and I had fun too.”
--"But," Yamamoto-san continues.
"When I was asked to do things more directly, by hand or by mouth, everyone can't afford it anymore. The lewdness is over soon, and it feel more and more awkward, but for everyone, it feels good to do lewd things with me..."
Yamamoto-san, speaking as though she was having trouble breathing, tightened her grip on me and took a breather.
"Let me fuck you quickly, everyone said in the end. There was no foreplay, and when things got really bad, they asked for my body like they were attacking me... I wonder why. Until then, we had fun doing naughty things. But since you're going to cum right away, I guess you thought you wouldn't be able to do the actual act well and I'd dump you."
Yamamoto-san's eyes are moisturised.
It must have been a painful past for Yamamoto-san, more than I have heard in words.
I couldn't say anything, but I wanted to let her know that I was listening, so I gently hugged Yamamoto-san.
"I didn't care that I couldn't have sex. I just wanted them to feel good and be happy. And as long as they gave me a little compliment, I was happy."
I see.
That was my mistake.
Yamamoto-san's problem was not that she couldn't have sex.
But that's not because Yamamoto-san wants to feel good.
Yamamoto-san was smart and resourceful, and she was able to please the other person no matter what she did.
Under such circumstances, only her favourite act of lewdness could not please her lover.
That was more than anything for Yamamoto-san.
"That's why I was so happy when Sotomichi-kun waited until I calmed down."
I guess it was the right thing to stop when Yamamoto-san became nervous and silent.
Really, thank goodness.
"When I asked for it in the reference room, I was a little nervous because I still had some sort of trauma. It disappeared while I was doing naughty things with Sotomichi-kun."
When I first did lewd things with Yamamoto-san, she was definitely still desperate for sex.
Apparently, the same word had different meanings without me realising it.
From 'I want to have sex to get rid of my bad image' to 'I want to have sex because sex is fun.'
"Thank you, Sotomichi-kun."
Chuu, Yamamoto-san's lips touched my left cheek.
"O-oh. You're, welcome."
I couldn't hide my upheaval, and even though I had been praised, I couldn't bear it.
There's nothing I can do about this unless I gain experience.
This may be the first time in my life that I felt such clear favouritism.
"H-how can I say it, I can't imagine doing something so terrible to Yamamoto-san just because I don't feel confident enough."
Yamamoto-san is a kind, dedicated, and caring woman.
I don't think they're in a fair mental state to harm such a lovely person.
"Fufuu. Well, Sotomichi-kun's the only one who knows the me now."
Yamamoto-san has also overcome various difficulties to become such an attractive woman.
She was a junior high school student until a few years ago, so it must have been a difficult time.
"Besides, Sotomichi-kun has forgotten something important."
"Eh? Did I make a promise?"
I thought the only promise between me and Yamamoto-san was that we would have sex until Miyu returned.
"It's not like that. Sotomichi-kun is that kind of person after all. Having a lot of misunderstandings and assumptions."
"I was told that by Miyu, but..."
I can't believe two girls gave me the same attention.
I think I should be very careful.
"Then notice it for yourself."
Yamamoto-san hit me on the forehead with her fingers.
"Yes..."
I was scolded.
But for some reason, Yamamoto-san hides a grin on her face, and I guess it's not so bad that it bothers her.
"Then that's the end of this story! Sotomichi-kun, let's have sex, sex."
Yamamoto-san takes out a new condom from the box while humming in a bouncy voice.
"Uh... I just finished a while ago...?"
When I mumbling about, Ymamoto-san continued to straddled me, sucking my finger and fidgeting.
Yamamoto-san must be saying, 'I don't care about how good sex makes me feel, my top priority is to make the other person happy.'
"That's true, but... uh... it makes me want more..."
With an apologetic voice, Yamamoto-san ruthlessly tore the condom's packaging and jammed my cock with her fingers.
"Would you be willing to be my partner...?"
Yamamoto-san asked my penis, not me.
No matter how I thought about it, she was looking straight down.
And my penis swelled up and got bigger, responding with a 'yes' without even asking about my convenience.
"Ufufu. That's nice."
My flustered penis and Yamamoto-san flirted for a while before she finally put a condom on the pole.
Yamamoto-san supported my penis with her hand again and inserted the penis into her fully formed vagina all the way to the base.
"Uguh... aahh...!"
"Hauuah... fuuh... good...... I like this..."
Yamamoto-san enjoyed the cock inside her vagina for a while, and when she calmed down, she finally faced me.
"Hey, Sotomichi-kun."
Yamamoto-san talks to me while playing with my chest.
"Since it's a great opportunity, why don't we try having a vulgar sex that Miyu-chan would never do...?"
Out of a modest tone, outrageous remarks popped up.
"V-vulgar...?"
"A type of sex where you don't care for the other person like you would lovers."
With a thud, Yamamoto-san's fingers were placed in the center of my ribs, approaching my neck.
"An amazing kind, just bringing out our instincts against each other."
Yamamoto-san puts her hand on my carotid artery and smiles mysteriously with an 'Ufuu.'
In those scarlet eyes, I glimpsed at the fate of death.
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