"Hey, wait..."
Before I could react, she touched it.
For the first time in my life, a girl was touching my penis.
So easily.
I'd imagined the path to this moment would be fraught with obstacles, but...
And it had to be this cute girl. This prim, proper young lady.
...Wait, how could a proper girl like her touch a strange man's penis without hesitation during their first meeting?
I must be misunderstanding something...
Ignoring my inner turmoil, Miki continued to trace the shape of it through my underwear, as if confirming its form.
She didn't seem nervous or hesitant at all. Her expression remained the same faint smile as before.
And her fingers moved with unmistakable lewdness.
Well, as a virgin, everything probably just looked lewd to me.
"...You know, it's really wet, isn't it?"
Her sudden comment caught me off guard.
It was true that my underwear was soaked through.
Earlier, I'd hastily shoved my lotion-covered cock into my pants, leaving a terrible mess inside that felt utterly disgusting.
I panicked at the thought of her mistaking this for pre-cum. She'd think I was some kind of perverted guy with insanely fast ejaculation.
"N-no, it's just... lotion..."
"Oh, like body lotion?" Miki chuckled mischievously.
Had she noticed I'd gotten my computer covered in lotion?
"You spilled it here, didn't you? It's all sticky and wet. Honestly, you're hopeless," she teased, poking the tip of my erection with her finger.
Her touch was feather-light, barely registering as stimulation.
But the mere fact of being touched by a girl sent my arousal skyrocketing, and my cock instantly hardened.
"Wow, it's getting so hard..."
Her words made my penis swell even more, straining against my underwear with enough force to nearly tear through the fabric.
"It looks uncomfortable. Let's get it out, shall we?" Miki said, unbuttoning the front of my boxer briefs—a button I'd never even managed to undo myself.
She slipped her fingers into the opening and pulled out my erect penis.
At that moment, my suspicions turned to certainty.
To think she'd actually unbutton it... And the smooth, practiced movements she used.
There was no doubt about it. This girl was definitely a bitch.
She'd been pretending to be proper and innocent, but beneath the surface, she was a bitch. Was this what they meant by a "proper bitch"?
I don't know how I knew it, but I just had this gut feeling. She'd finally let her true colors show.
"Huh?"
Miki tilted her head, looking perplexed at the penis she'd pulled out.
What the hell? Is it so small that it's confusing her?
That couldn't be right. I'm reasonably confident in my size. I'm definitely average, maybe even above average. Probably.
"The skin..."
Her single word sent a pang through my heart.
Damn it! I haven't even retracted the foreskin yet.
To think I'd end up exposing my barely-hiding, borderline-real phimosis.
"Um... would you prefer to keep it like this?"
Oh no, her smile has vanished.
This is bad. This is definitely bad.
Her seemingly polite question is just a sophisticated way of asking, "So, you've been masturbating with that ugly foreskin all this time? Only scum like you are allowed to get away with that kind of disgusting thing."
And probing whether it's real or pseudo-phimosis? This woman is definitely a bitch.
Until just a moment ago, I was desperately trying to avoid revealing that I was a foreskin-masturbating guy. My response was, of course, predetermined.
"N-no, it's okay now, really. Y-you can stop peeling."
"Ah, the skin just slipped back on its own."
"R-right..."
It actually hurts if it stays peeled back, so I've firmly pushed it back into place, but let's just go with that explanation.
It's fine. She didn't notice. She didn't notice.
...Wait a minute. Calm down.
She's talking about "keeping going" and "peeling" and all that, but does she really intend to keep helping me like this?
This is such a sudden development, it's practically straight out of an erotic manga. My brain can't keep up. Why is this happening?
Is this really real? I wonder. Has my pent-up sexual frustration finally overheated and caused me to hallucinate?
Even as these thoughts swirl through my head, Miki's hands are closing in again, and I find myself passively letting her do as she wishes.
"Okay, here we go. Pull it tight."
Miki's thumb and index finger, pinching the glans, slowly slid downward.
But after moving just a centimeter or so, my unaccustomed penis screamed in pain.
"Ow!"
"Huh? That hurts? That's strange..."
"Ah, no, I mixed up pain and pleasure!"
I blurted out this nonsensical excuse.
Damn it, if this keeps up, she'll find out I was circumcised just recently.
To be precise, I still have a nearly complete pseudo-phimosis. Without keeping the foreskin covering it, it's too painful to even touch.
Even when retracting it, I have to do it slowly, at my own pace, or it hurts.
What should I do? Should I sacrifice my pride or endure the pain?
But I've already asked her to pull it back once.
For a man, there are times when you can't take back what you've said.
In that case, it's all about guts. I have to persevere through sheer willpower.
"Ah, I see. Then let's gradually get you used to it, step by step."
Unexpectedly, Miki said this and started over.
This time, she slowly lowered the two fingers pinching my penis just a little, then brought them back. Slowly lowered them a little, then brought them back. She repeated this over and over.
By doing this, the skin gradually peeled back without any pain.
I was moved. I'd been bracing myself for a rough approach, having already clenched my teeth in anticipation.
"How does that feel? Does it hurt?"
"N-no, not at all."
Her movements were incredibly gentle. The pressure from her fingers was kept to an absolute minimum.
It worked—this way, it didn't hurt at all. Not only that, it felt good. This was dangerous territory—this pleasure was entirely different from when I touched myself, an unexpected delight.
The white fingers moving up and down were incredibly erotic. Even though I was already bursting with semen, this level of arousal was extraordinary.
A shiver of pleasure ran down my spine, spreading to my scrotum, surging up my penis, and racing upward...
"Ah! W-wait, stop!"
"Huh?"
I cried out, but it was too late.
In the next instant, with a pfft, a small jet of liquid shot forcefully from my glans.
"Kyaa!"
Miki instinctively jerked back and closed her eyes.
Desperately clenching my lower abdomen, I tried to halt the surging wave, but I couldn't suppress its ferocious momentum.
After a brief pause, my penis began pulsating violently, and thick, white semen erupted like magma.
A week's worth of accumulated semen. The pleasure wiped my mind blank. My penis continued to spasm uncontrollably.
The spurting semen flowed down my white fingers, staining Miki's hand.