"Oh dear, it was just starting to get going..."
Miki sighed regretfully, watching my penis still twitching faintly.
I was still savoring the lingering pleasure, but felt a twinge of guilt. That last move was definitely cheating.
No, wait. This time it wasn't through the skin; it was direct stimulation of the glans. So it's safe. No penalty.
Though to be honest, I'm not sure what counts as "safe" anymore. Either way, I'm not in the wrong here.
"Um, but you did kind of... you know..."
"I'm so sorry. When I tried to pull my hand away just now, I accidentally touched it."
There was absolutely no reason for her to apologize, yet Miki earnestly offered her apology.
Her fundamental nature must be completely different from mine. Someone who insists they're in the right, versus an angel—there's no comparison to be made.
Miki gently scooped up the semen trickling down my penis with her fingers, then wrapped it in a tissue.
Her thoroughness extended to meticulously wiping up every drop that dripped onto the floor.
Each of her meticulous movements moved me deeply.
The emotion made my cock start to harden again.
Oh no, what do I do now? I panicked. Before I could react, Miki, mistaking my flustered expression for embarrassment, lightly patted my head.
"There, there. You can't help it, can you? You just felt so good."
Right, right, it's just how things are. So it's inevitable that my cock is trying to harden again.
To avoid drawing attention to my condition, I put on a sulky act and let her do as she pleased.
"Hehehe, how cute. Just as I expected from Matsuri-chan's older brother—you're so adorable."
"Huh...?"
Honestly, it felt a little unfair to be called "cute" by a younger girl.
My cock twitched in response, but I still felt it was unfair.
Ah, I see. This kind of play isn't bad at all. In fact, as a self-proclaimed masochist, I'd even call it ideal.
At that moment, a realization struck me.
I'd always wondered why Miki was so kind to me.
Well, if she turned out to be just some super slutty bitch, that would explain it. But I couldn't shake the feeling there was more to it.
Did she just say...? Could she be...? Is this a sign...?
Suppressing my excitement, I asked:
"U-um, why... why are you doing this?"
"Why? Hmm... Well, you know, Matsuri-chan is just so cute, right?"
...Huh?
That answer came completely out of left field.
And what does that have to do with helping me with my masturbation?
Is this some kind of philosophical answer like "because the sun was too bright"?
"It's not just her face, either. Everything about her is just my type. You know, when she stubbornly puts on a brave face or looks all smug, I just can't help thinking she's adorable."
"Sigh..."
The conversation is veering further and further off course.
So, it's not like she actually has feelings for me or anything, right?
"...So, what does that have to do with this?"
"Well... if Matsuri-chan were to see me doing this, what do you think her reaction would be?"
As Miki asked, she seemed to be imagining something in her head, starting to pant excitedly. Is she okay?
Even if she saw me... I thought. Sure, I'd be surprised, but with Matsuri, she'd probably just give her usual cool reaction.
I heard she's single now, but she's had two or three boyfriends before, right? And they were serious relationships, too.
They must have done all sorts of things together. Just rubbing your hand a little? That's nothing.
I said what I was thinking.
"What kind of face? Well, nothing really... Ugh, just a grossed-out face, probably."
"Huh? No way!"
"...Huh?"
The moment I spoke, Miki's expression turned serious, and she denied it in an unusually firm tone.
Her usual soft smile had vanished completely.
Instead, she frowned slightly and glared at me.
"Wait a minute. Let me just confirm something—Matsuri-chan is super cute, right?"
Well, if we're just talking about looks, I suppose she's cute enough. But "super cute"? That's a bit of an exaggeration.
Besides, lately I haven't been able to look her in the eye. She won't let me, really.
So when I think of Matsuri, I'm stuck with an image from quite a while back.
I didn't want her to think I was some kind of creepy sister complex guy if I agreed too enthusiastically.
Plus, I felt like praising family members too much was kind of weird.
"Uh, no, I mean, she's just... decent-looking, I guess."
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
"No, I just meant she's... fairly cute..."
"What the hell? What kind of nonsense is that? 'Fairly cute'? Are you out of your mind? You should get your eyes checked!"
Miki's anger flared as she unleashed a torrent of insults at me.
Stunned by her sudden outburst, I watched as she brought a hand to her forehead, as if a headache were coming on, and slumped her shoulders.
"Ugh... I'm so disappointed in you, big brother. You don't understand Matsuri-chan at all. That's exactly why you have premature ejaculation!"
Wait a minute... That's completely unrelated! There's absolutely no connection between Matsuri and my... condition!
What's with this? Why the sudden attack? She was being so kind and understanding before, even though she knew the truth.
Miki's irritation was palpable. My views on Matsuri clearly rubbed her the wrong way.
"I've never seen anyone so fast. It's ridiculous!"
Ouch.
"And so tightly wrapped up in himself, too!"
Ouch, ouch!
"Seriously, you're practically a virgin on display."
...Can I just cry now?
I must have crossed some invisible line with Miki.
Women are truly terrifying. You never know where the landmines are buried.
After being relentlessly berated, I thought my manhood was utterly deflated... but surprisingly, it hadn't lost any of its vigor at all.
In fact, it was rock-hard.
No, I'm not some true masochist who gets aroused by being cursed at and ends up getting hard. At least, I don't think so.
Well, to be honest, I do feel a sense of relief, like a weight has been lifted, now that all my hidden insecurities have been perfectly exposed and there's no need to hide anything anymore.
Hmm? Does that make me a masochist? I'm starting to get confused.
"...So why is it still standing?"
"Uh, well, I-I still think I can go..."
"Still... Honestly, you're not just a premature ejaculator, you're shameless too. You're good for nothing but spilling your seed everywhere."
Yes, exactly.
As if in agreement, my manhood grows even harder.
"Enough already! I don't care about your shameless, overgrown sausage."
"Wha—? But..."
I thought she might do something like she did earlier.
Nope. Miki's completely sulking now.
Was it something I said in that conversation?
I don't really understand, but I think she just wanted me to agree that Matsuri is cute.
Hmm... Alright, then.
"Uh, well, you know, when we were talking about Matsuri earlier, it just... got hard."
"What? You want to see me looking like I'm about to stick it in Matsuri-chan and start thrusting away?"
"No, that's not what I said!"
No way, that's going too far!
Why are you suddenly shining with excitement? Isn't that just your own wishful thinking?
"Oh, so that's all? Then forget it."
"Wait, no, I do want to!"
"Really? That sounds fishy... Well, I guess I have no choice. Do you have any lotion?"
I wasn't quite sure, but it seemed Miki's mood had improved slightly.
At her request, I quickly offered her the lotion bottle like a butler.
"Is this ready to use?"
"No, it's already mixed with water. You can use it right away."
"Hmm, so you do pay attention to the details."
She continued to snipe at me sarcastically.
But at this point, even her barbs didn't bother me. Not when I thought about what was about to happen.
Miki pumped the lotion a couple of times, then rubbed her hands together to spread it evenly across her palms.
Even while waiting for her to finish, my swollen glans was so full of anticipation that it felt like it might burst at any moment.
After all, for the past week, I'd fantasized countless times about the sensation of a slippery, warm lotion rubbing against my glans.
The anticipation and excitement were overwhelming, especially since it wasn't my own hands doing the work, but the fair, delicate hands of a beautiful girl.
I leaned back in the chair, perching on the edge for easy access to my cock, and eagerly awaited Miki's touch.
But Miki, having presumably finished applying the lotion, had simply plopped down on the floor and refused to move.
Huh, what's this? Did I upset her again?
Tentatively, I glanced at Miki's expression. She held her hands slightly apart in front of her face, intertwining them.
"Okay, then."
"Huh? What do you mean...?"
"If I touch you, you'll probably come too quickly. So put these 'hand vaginas' on your cock and move them yourself. That way, you can adjust the pace as needed."
S-self-insert and move...?
And "hand vaginas"? What a lewd-sounding term.
So that's what it's all about, huh? Those slippery, hole-like hands of hers...
Holy shit, just thinking about it makes me want to come. This is probably way too much stimulation for a virgin...
I swallowed hard, despite myself.
Still, what the hell is going on? Why the sudden mood swings and lewd talk? Is this her true nature finally coming to the surface?
"What's wrong? Hurry up! When you stick your cock into these slippery hand-holes and start fucking them, it feels so good, you know?"
Miki, as if goading my bewildered state, rubbed her hands together, letting out lewd, squelching sounds.
Her provocative, obscene words completely shattered my rationality.
Half-consciously, I rose from my chair and stepped toward Miki, who remained seated, her hands braced.
Then, with trembling hands, I guided the engorged glans, swollen to bursting, into the hole she had created.