"Senpai, have you thought about how you'll show sufficient sincerity to satisfy me?"
Nanaya allowed Kasumigaoka Utaha to keep her hands covering that last private area, but his following words came with aggressive pressure, forcing her to make an active choice.
"Legs..."
"I'll use... my legs..."
Utaha had read about such things in some erotic novels before. At the very least, she absolutely wouldn't allow Nanaya to enter her body—neither top nor bottom!!
"Hmm? This place of yours is too dirty. Next time."
"Go die already!"
Utaha finally couldn't take it anymore and threw the pillow behind her at Nanaya. Being continuously looked down upon by him...
The shame had reached its peak, and she clearly couldn't hold back anymore, wanting to perish together with Nanaya.
"How about this—use your feet this time, and legs next time? How's that?"
There's going to be a next time?!
Utaha thought it made sense—how could he possibly let her off so easily?
But as long as she didn't let him enter her, it should be fine.
Though she felt somewhat guilty towards Eriri, Utaha cared more about keeping her secrets from being exposed.
"Well?"
"Fine... fine..."
Utaha could only agree.
"But you should wash your feet first."
Nanaya gestured for Utaha to go wash up in the small bathroom nearby. "Don't forget to use soap."
"!!!"
So many demands!
Utaha wished she could annihilate Nanaya right then and there, but her body honestly walked into the bathroom.
She took off her stockings, finally able to take this chance to clean up properly.
But what about her panties?
Remembering how her lower area had been steaming earlier, as if inviting him in, Utaha wanted to bury herself deep underground.
"You'd better not wear panties when you come out. If too much time passes, it could get inflamed or infected. Don't say I didn't warn you."
Hearing Nanaya's lazy voice from outside,
Utaha wanted to retort, but perhaps it was psychological—she actually started feeling an itch down there!
What's going on?!
In the end, Utaha spent quite some time cleaning up, then...
walked out while desperately pressing down her skirt's hem.
Seeing Nanaya sprawled on the bed like some pampered young master made her blood boil.
What did he take her for, some hostess?
Then she felt a pang of bitterness.
She'd gone through all that trouble to clean up, and now she still had to... service him?
"Sit across from me."
Nanaya motioned for Utaha to get on the bed too.
Since it was her first time doing something like this, even with Nanaya's guidance, Utaha was rather clueless.
Add to that how she had to keep both hands firmly pressing down her skirt, leaving only her feet to exert force—this position was utterly exhausting.
Unable to apply proper strength, her legs soon grew sore and began cramping.
"Are you going to use your hands instead?"
"No..."
Damn it, why was this taking so long?!
Utaha suddenly remembered the words she'd overheard from Megumi...
Had his... time gotten longer again?
"Let go with your hands. I said I wouldn't force you today, and I won't."
"Relax, looking won't make you lose anything."
Nanaya's "comforting" words did anything but reassure Utaha.
But... she couldn't maintain this position any longer.
Then—her big toe got slightly caught against his stiffness.
Oh no, a cramp!
Utaha fell backward, her hands instinctively grabbing her foot.
The veins on her fair, delicate instep stood out visibly.
As she twisted her big toe with a pained expression,
she no longer cared about her skirt riding up.
"Feeling better?"
Only after seeing Utaha sigh in relief did Nanaya speak up.
Utaha looked at him and nodded.
"Mmm..."
"Then continue."
Nanaya gestured toward his towering erection.
"I know..."
The cramp incident made Utaha adopt a "what's done is done" attitude.
Perhaps this sacrifice of hers could make Nanaya finish faster?
She could feel his gaze on her secret garden—full of appreciation and possessiveness.
Seeing that Nanaya truly "kept his word" by not touching her further, Utaha let him look.
She pretended not to notice.
Her juice-slicked feet slid slickly back and forth, sometimes even pressing down tightly out of spite—but this didn't help.
Instead, it only made her more aware of his heat.
It was as if her small feet were taking his measure.
Gradually, Utaha grew more skilled. Watching that massive member appear and disappear between her fair feet, she began feeling some reaction too.
As she rolled and pressed against him, that unyielding, furious appearance made this gardener want to once again water the flower she'd been carefully cultivating.
Finally, under Utaha's watchful gaze and sensitive perception, it began trembling uncontrollably.
Seeing Nanaya in this state, a faint look of triumph—tinged with blush—appeared on Utaha's lovely face.
Now she stretched her bare feet, relentlessly pressing, trampling, rubbing up and down—venting all the resentment she'd built up.
Her eyes were drunken with springtime allure, full of temptation.
With Nanaya's low growl,
the already trembling Utaha soared to the clouds alongside him.
"Hah... hah..."
Utaha panted heavily, as if some indescribable scent was entering her body with each deep breath.
Now she stretched her long legs comfortably, streaked with white spots.
Even her inner thighs felt wet and slick.
Had any gotten inside...?
Utaha lacked the strength to clean up now.
All she wanted was to rest.
Nanaya recovered quickly, of course.
After all, this was just an appetizer.
But seeing Utaha's expression, he knew he'd have to find someone else today.
"Ring ring... ring ring..."
Utaha's phone rang.
"Hello?"
She answered with her eyes closed.
"Eriri? Ah, no, I'm fine... I'll be back soon..."
It was a call from Aki Tomoya.
Hearing his voice, Utaha felt an inexplicable twinge of guilt.
After all, she was truly grateful for his help with her work, and she did have some feelings for him.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have joined his club.
Or quarreled so much with Eriri.
But now... she'd just done such things with Nanaya...
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