Eriri felt her mind go blank for a moment.
She felt Nanaya's lips press against hers at close range.
Nanaya simply made contact without immediately pushing for a deeper kiss.
Different girls had different expectations for kissing.
After the gentle touch, Nanaya pulled back slightly. Eriri's throat moved as she prepared to say something—
Only to see Nanaya close the distance again, silencing her.
Women tended to be more sensitive to physical contact than men.
Nanaya's repeated teasing touches had already left Eriri feeling restless inside.
When they met again, Eriri even actively hinted at something to Nanaya.
Nanaya noticed this reaction.
Dealing with a tsundere required directness.
Continuing to toy with her would only backfire.
So Nanaya decisively captured her lips and delivered several punishing kisses.
"Mmm... Eh?!"
Eriri's surprised cry held meanings only she understood—perhaps finally getting what she'd secretly wanted.
Now face-to-face, cheeks touching,
Their lips tangled together, the wet sounds unmistakable.
Of course, Nanaya's "general" proved superior, overwhelming Eriri until she could barely breathe.
All that escaped her throat were muffled whimpers.
Though this was an art studio, in this private room, Nanaya and Eriri had long abandoned thoughts of drawing.
As Nanaya stopped restraining his desires, he began lavishing attention on her delicate features with his tongue.
When had Eriri ever experienced such stimulation?
Instantly flushed crimson, her eyes brimming with desire.
Swallowing helplessly, Eriri felt lightheaded. When the haze of pleasure faded, she found herself seated in Nanaya's lap, leaning against his chest.
Nanaya's hand wandered along her thigh.
He'd always noticed Eriri's slender, taut legs in white stockings—now they presented themselves willingly.
The smooth calves resting against his legs were an invitation Nanaya wouldn't refuse.
His palm explored every curve.
Recovering from the oxygen deprivation, Eriri felt stimulation unlike anything before.
Though she'd imagined and drawn such scenes countless times, experiencing it firsthand revealed how truly exhilarating it was!
"You... let me go. We can't do this..."
Eriri panted her refusal—
Without even removing Nanaya's hand from her thigh.
"This is just research for better romance scenes and artwork. Nothing indecent about it."
Nanaya's fingers traced the edge where stocking met flesh, then slipped beneath the band.
Instant, intense pressure.
"Eek... Oh... Th-that's just an excuse..."
Eriri's trembling body undermined any conviction in her protest.
"Relax. Aren't you and Aki Tomoya good friends? You want his dream game to succeed, right?"
"That's why you're experiencing romance firsthand—to draw better storyboards. Isn't that so?"
Mentioning Aki Tomoya made Eriri recall his... unconventional tastes.
Right... Aki Tomoya and I are childhood friends. For his game's success, this is understandable...
The illicit thrill filled her. Even without romantic ties, their lifelong friendship remained.
Noticing Eriri spacing out in his arms displeased Nanaya.
One hand encouraged development.
The other marched steadily inward.
Merely grazing the destination—
The instantaneous stimulation.
Made Eriri arch sharply, body rigid.
As a high-pitched cry threatened to escape, Nanaya sealed her lips.
Eriri squeezed her eyes shut, tear tracks glistening.
Fine, Aki Tomoya! One last time, for you!
With this resolve, Eriri's kisses turned active rather than passive.
Nanaya's lips was against hers with a passionate bruising force.
But she didn't back down. She fought back, but due to her inexperience, the result was just their saliva being mixed into a cocktail that kept spilling out their mouth
'So addicting~!'
The thought echoed in her head as her fingers reach and tangled in Nanaya's hair.
Kissing him back with equal fervor.
His mouth was hot, his breath uneven, and when he bit down on her lower lip, she shuddered, a sharp moan escaping before she could stifle it.
Nanaya smirked against her lips. "You're enjoying this way too much for someone who's just 'researching.'"
"Sh-Shut up," Eriri pouted, but her body betrayed her, arching into his touch as his hands roamed lower, squeezing the plush curve of her backside through her skirt.
"I-I need to know the mood for the sketches as well, you know~?"
He chuckled as hs fingers slipped beneath the hem of her skirt, tracing the lace edge of her panties.
Eriri stiffened, her breath hitching as his fingertips brushed dangerously close to where she was already embarrassingly wet.
"You're trembling," Nanaya murmured, his voice thick with amusement. "Is this really your first time?"
She wanted to deny it, but before she could, his fingers dipped beneath the fabric, and all coherent thought fled.
Mnn~!
A strangled moan sounded from her throat as his fingers found her clit, circling it with slow, deliberate strokes.
Her legs trembled, her knees buckling, but Nanaya held her up effortlessly, his other arm locking around her waist.
"Look at you," he taunted, his breath hot against her ear. "So desperate already."
Eriri's face burned, her nails digging into his shoulders as pleasure coiled tight in her stomach.
As she bit hard on her plum lower lips from his husky tone.
His fingers sped up, his thumb pressing down hard on her clit, and she moaned, her hips jerking against his hand.
"N-No~!"
"W-Wait! I-I'm cumming~! Noooo~!"
The orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her vision whiting out as her body convulsed.
A high pitched squeal escaped her lips, and she clutched at Nanaya desperately, her legs giving out entirely as she squirted against his fingers, soaking her panties and dripping down her thighs.
Nanaya chuckled darkly, holding her up as she shuddered through the aftershocks. "I thought you'd last longer."
Eriri couldn't even form coherent words. Pleasure whitened her mind blank as a silly smile crawled onto her face.
Nanaya brought his wet fingers to his lips and she licked them clean with hearts in her eyes..
Nanaya escorted Eriri home. Along the way, she reverted to her tsundere self—ignoring, avoiding, and feigning ignorance toward him.
Even though her thighs still sticky with her own release...
Naturally, when Nanaya pinched her waist or thighs, she only squirmed slightly in protest.
Post-climax, aside from feeling cool, weak, and desperate for a shower, Eriri resisted defining their relationship.
She knew Nanaya had a girlfriend; she was the interloper.
Moreover, with Aki Tomoya between them, she wasn't ready to sever ties completely.
Hence this stalemate.
"Don't overthink it. Wasn't this all for Aki Tomoya's game?"
Nanaya removed Eriri's helmet as he spoke.
"..."
Now this excuse was all Eriri had to delude herself.
"Oh, your drawings."
Eriri had only completed half.
Hearing Nanaya, she looked up—only to fall victim to another ambush kiss.
His lips tugged slightly, the faint pain making Eriri push at his chest with her fists.
"You—!"
"I'll keep these sketches. Next time, we'll finish them together."
Nanaya's implication was clear. As Eriri opened her mouth to refuse, he gave no chance—
onning his helmet, he rode off on his motorcycle.
"Jerk~"
Eriri watched him leave, wrinkling her cute nose. Turning away, her mood had inexplicably improved.
A small smile played on her lips as she entered the luxurious villa.
Then...
"Little Eriri, what happened to you?"
Having observed everything, Sayuri hid her investigative smile behind a fan, eyeing Eriri's noticeably swollen lips.
"We... ate crab earlier. Got pinched by the claws..."
Eriri dashed upstairs with a "clomp clomp clomp."
Fuming internally: You shameless bastard!!
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