"Wow, that's so hot..."
Miki pulled her fingers away and looked at the semen clinging to her hand.
The intense pleasure had left my mind in a daze, but seeing this brought me back to reality with a jolt.
"Ah! Tissues—now!"
Panicking, I frantically searched for tissues, my head swiveling around.
When I couldn't find them quickly enough, Miki stood up, took two or three tissues from the box on the desk, and wiped her hand herself.
Right, I'd prepared everything on the desk beforehand, just in case I started masturbating.
Still, this was bad. I'd come out of nowhere and gotten her hand all messy—I might have upset her.
"I'm sorry..."
"Huh? Why are you apologizing?"
"Ah, no, I just... came out of nowhere..."
"No, it's totally fine. You enjoyed it, right?"
"O-of course."
"Then that's good."
Miki chuckled, finding it amusing.
What incredible leniency. This kindness is almost angelic. She's practically an angel.
But how can she be both a bitch and an angel?
Wait, hold on. After everything she's done for me, it's rude of me to call her a bitch.
Maybe this is just her way of being considerate to me, letting me relieve some pent-up tension.
She might even be practicing for future caretaking duties.
"But that still startled me a bit. I didn't expect to come so quickly from just that..."
Ugh... She must think I'm a complete, hopeless virgin with terrible premature ejaculation. I might as well die.
No, that's not it! The reason I shot off so quickly was because I'd been abstaining from masturbation for a week.
Normally, I'd never come from such light stimulation.
"No, it's just... I hadn't touched myself for a week..."
"A week? Why on earth would you do that?"
I frantically tried to explain, but I felt like I was digging my own grave.
When asked why, I found myself at a loss for words. Explaining everything from Saturday onward would be necessary, and that was a lot to unpack.
As I hesitated, Miki glanced at my still-erect penis.
"But you've already come, and it's still hard..."
My erection showed no signs of wilting.
Well, I'd been getting off at least twice a day for a while now. By simple math, that meant I could probably go for twelve rounds.
But that was obviously unrealistic... One more round would barely scratch the surface.
Besides, I'd desperately held back earlier to avoid climaxing, leaving me feeling half-satisfied.
"Do you think you could go again? You still seem ready."
Miki's suggestion made my heart leap.
...One more time. That pleasure again.
No, last time ended too quickly before I even got to remove the foreskin.
This time, with the foreskin off, the pleasure would undoubtedly be even greater.
I nodded vigorously, and Miki chuckled, standing on one knee before me as I sat back down.
She reached for my penis and resumed the finger peeling, just as before.
"Such a naughty pink color..." Miki murmured, glancing at the glans, now half-revealed.
It hadn't been long since she started peeling my cock, and she must have realized everything by now.
But Miki didn't mention it, simply staring intently at the glans as her fingers continued their work.
Once, twice, three times... With each repeated up-and-down motion, the skin gradually slipped further.
"Getting a little tighter now..."
Complete exposure of the glans was imminent. Less than a fifth of the skin remained.
But from this point on, the skin's constriction would grow increasingly tight.
The glans neck, where the glans swells the most, would be the greatest challenge. It was going to be a fierce battle.
"Just a little more... just a little more..."
Yes, just a little more.
But in reality, I'm in a pretty precarious position right now.
What makes it precarious? The sensation of impending ejaculation is building again, and quickly.
Miki's movements as she carefully peels the foreskin back to avoid hurting me.
Her thumb and index finger are simply holding it with the gentlest of grips. It's not a forceful handjob by any means.
She's only trying to peel the foreskin back, that's all.
Yet I'm gritting my teeth, barely hanging on.
If I come here, I'll definitely be teased as the "super-early-cumming loser" this time for sure.
Desperately pretending everything's normal, I maintain my poker face.
From Miki's perspective, I must look perfectly composed. She'd never dream that I'm about to explode.
Just as I was trying to hold on, a sudden gush of pre-cum mixed with semen erupted from the tip.
"Um, is this... okay?"
"It's fine, don't worry."
Her words didn't match her expression. It didn't feel fine at all.
But strangely, the release of pre-cum made me feel a little relieved. Or at least, I wanted to believe that.
I was barely hanging on, pushing myself to the limit. I thought I could still hold out at this level.
Just then, the sliding skin finally reached the sensitive glans neck.
The tight constriction of the skin against the glans neck sent me over the edge.
I couldn't maintain my poker face anymore. A moan escaped involuntarily.
"Ah... ah... aah..."
"Huh? What's wrong?"
"Ah... um..."
"Huh? No way..."
At the very last moment, Miki's hand stopped.
My penis trembled violently, and pre-cum dripped slowly again.
Miki spoke to me in a slightly firm tone.
"Hey, you can't just do that on your own. Please hold on a little longer. I haven't even fully stripped yet..."
My early ejaculation was enough to make even the angelic Miki-chan slightly angry.
If I came without permission now, she'd get even angrier.
"Also, when you're about to come, make sure you say so properly. How am I supposed to know otherwise?"
With that, Miki resumed her movements.
No, that's easy for her to say. Saying something like "I'm coming" in front of a girl... it's just so embarrassing.
I can think any dirty words I want in my head, but I've always maintained a proper image, so I never actually say such things out loud.
But before long, I couldn't afford to be so reserved anymore.
Within seconds, I opened my mouth pathetically.
"Ah, I-I think I'm going to come."
Her hand froze instantly.
After a brief pause, her movements resumed.
But less than five seconds later, I cried out again.
"Ah, ah! I can't hold it anymore!"
Her fingers stopped again.
Miki shot me a mild glare, her eyes narrowing slightly as she looked up at me.
"...This is getting ridiculous. Just a little more. Let's finish it in one go."
"Huh?"
Without waiting for a response, Miki pinched the skin below my glans a little more firmly and yanked it down in one swift motion.
She must have been a little angry with me; I didn't even get a chance to protest.
With a slick slurp, my swollen, crimson glans was finally exposed.
The friction instantly triggered a wicked pleasure, urging me toward climax.
"Kuu..."
But I endured. I clenched my fists tightly and tensed the toes on my feet.
I was truly on the verge of exploding, but somehow I managed to hold back. I wanted to pat myself on the back.
"Ah, it's peeled off."
Miki's nonchalant voice cut through my struggle.
At least this phase was over. I'd avoided the humiliating spectacle of an involuntary eruption during what should have been a simple peeling.
Just as I let out a relieved sigh...
Miki's finger, with the slightest flick as it slipped from the shaft, scooped up some pre-cum and gently stroked the underside of the glans.
In that instant—
Drip, drip, drip.
Semen surged up the urethra in a single burst, erupting from the glans tip in a torrent of indescribable pleasure.