Finally, the long-awaited, long-awaited Saturday had arrived.
How desperately I had been anticipating this day.
For weeks, I had fought tooth and nail against the urge to masturbate, all for this moment.
Last night, I struggled to fall asleep, my excitement keeping me awake. My penis kept getting erect over and over, and I had to keep wiping away pre-cum, but somehow I managed to hold out.
Even I'm impressed by this. I want to pat myself on the back. Miki-chan will surely reward me splendidly for this.
With these thoughts swirling in my head, the long night finally ended, and it was the afternoon of the next day.
"Come onnnn!!"
Involuntarily, I shouted alone in my room.
My parents and Matsuri had already left the house that morning, leaving me perfectly alone in the house.
Everything was perfectly prepared to welcome Miki.
But just like last week, when I expected Matsuri to return with Miki, there was no sign of them.
As I sat alone in my room, stewing in frustration, the clock's hands moved past noon, to one o'clock, then two.
Now it was nearly three.
Why? Why haven't they come? Did they forget about me and go out together somewhere?
Wait, did Matsuri even meet up with Miki in the first place? Maybe she went out with some other random friend instead.
If Miki would just come, I wouldn't care about that other one. But it's hard to imagine Miki visiting me alone.
Is this... is this kind of betrayal even acceptable?
Miki said she'd come next week too. She told me to save up a lot of stuff for her.
But it's already three o'clock! By my reckoning, the day is practically over by then.
Having surpassed anger, I bowed my head in despair when, suddenly, a violent wave of sleepiness washed over me.
I barely slept last night, and now the backlash is hitting all at once.
What on earth will I live for now...?
Having completely lost the meaning of life, I collapsed weakly onto the bed.
"...Brother? Hello?"
Summoned by the voice, my eyes gradually opened.
Before me, a beautiful girl was looking down at me with a smile.
...Huh? An angel? Is this heaven?
Having lost the will to live, I ended my own life...
Wait, Miki-chan?!
My eyes snapped open, and I bolted upright.
This wasn't heaven or anything like that, just my own bedroom, on my bed.
Apparently, I must have fallen asleep at some point.
But still...
"Ah, you're awake. Good morning!"
"U-um... yeah..."
"Oh... I'm sorry. Should I have let you sleep?"
"N-no, not at all! That's perfectly fine."
It's been a week since we last saw each other, so it feels a little awkward.
Even now, seeing her again, she's still incredibly cute.
Miki's outfit today consists of a white cardigan, a slightly long black patterned skirt, and bare legs.
Yet she's still undeniably erotic. Her very existence is erotic.
Just seeing her face and hearing her voice triggers a conditioned erection in me.
"Sorry for just walking in. I knocked, but there was no answer..."
"Oh, no, it's fine, really."
In my mind, we've already reached a master-servant dynamic, but Miki remains perfectly polite, without any laziness.
Under her dazzling smile, I find myself unable to meet her gaze, flustered for something to look at, and eventually my eyes drift toward the clock.
It's just past four in the afternoon.
"We went shopping with Matsuri-chan today. We just got home, you know~"
Ah, that explains it...
Matsuri must be home too. I can hear faint sounds from the next room.
"Matsuri-chan is so weird. She saw the sign that said '50% off everything, then half-price at the register' and started saying, 'No way, this is basically free!'"
"Ah... ha ha, she's such a dummy."
"And when she saw the '70% off, then half-price' deal, she said, 'This is 1980 yen, so it's probably about 800 yen,' or something."
What kind of math does she use to get that?
Even setting aside the fact that she's extremely bad at math, the fact that she can even get into that school is insane.
Wait, Miki goes there too, doesn't she...? She doesn't seem like the type at all.
Maybe I just blew all my mental energy on erotic knowledge and neglected my studies.
Well, I know Matsuri's a dummy, so honestly, I don't care about that conversation.
More importantly...
"It seems like you don't care at all."
"Ah, no, that's not true..."
"Well then..."
Miki chuckled at my flustered state, having seen right through me, and settled onto the bed.
Suddenly changing her tone, she whispered:
"...Did you really hold out for a whole week?"
It's finally here! I straightened my back stiffly.
"Uh, y-yes!"
"Really?"
"Y-yeah..."
"Seriously?"
Miki's lips curved slightly as she regarded me with a hint of suspicion.
Her repeated questioning made me flustered again.
The thing was, strictly speaking, I hadn't actually abstained for a full week.
And it felt like she could see right through me...
Just then, it hit me.
Could this be...? Does she know that Matsuri made me jerk off?
Come to think of it, Matsuri did say she'd tell Miki about it.
I haven't really had a proper conversation with Matsuri since then, so I can't say for sure...
No, but seriously, should I even say it? Like, "I made Aniki jerk off," or something like that...
Hmm, but she's such a dummy. Her thought process is completely unreadable.
So does this mean I'm being tested? My loyalty to Miki?
If not, she wouldn't be pestering me with these questions.
I thought keeping quiet would keep it hidden, but that's no longer an option.
I guess I should just come clean honestly.
I want to avoid upsetting Miki by telling a lame lie.
"U-um, ha ha... Well, strictly speaking, it hasn't been a week since I last did it..."
"...Huh? You mean you... you masturbated?"
"Huh? No, wait, there's a reason for that... Did you hear it from Matsuri?"
"I haven't heard anything at all! What's going on? Didn't I tell you to save it for later?"
Miki's attitude visibly deteriorated.
Her earlier smile had vanished without a trace. She looked ready to unleash a torrent of insults, something along the lines of "This is what happens with premature ejaculation and virgin boys!"
She seemed quite furious...
Oh no, this is bad... But what's going on? Did Matsuri really not say anything after all?
"Ugh. I was going to reward you for trying so hard, but now I've lost all motivation."
"W-wait, no!"
"Aww, what a shame. I was going to give you something much better than doing it yourself..."
"S-something better...?"
For a fleeting moment, a mocking smile flickered across Miki's face before she brought her right hand to her lips.
Then, she took the tip of her index finger and popped it into her mouth.
"T-that's..."
"Your mouth... schup schup..."
"What...?"
What...?
I was so shocked, I lost my ability to speak.
To be honest, I'm an unapologetic fellatio enthusiast.
Well, not that I've ever actually experienced it, so it's probably more accurate to say I enjoy watching fellatio videos.
After the main event, fellatio is what I'm most obsessed with—almost equally so.
This is serious. What...? There's no time for this.
I need to somehow smooth things over with Miki-sama. If I trace the root of this, it's all because Matsuri...
"N-no, it's not like that! There's a reason for this... Matsuri—"
"I don't want to hear excuses. And are you trying to blame this on Matsuri-chan? I know you're an extreme sis-con, and I understand how remembering what Matsuri-chan did to you might make you aroused, but that's a completely different matter."
No, that's not it at all! It's a misunderstanding to call me an "extreme sis-con"!
So could you please stop jumping to conclusions based on your own wishes?
If even my excuses are no good, what am I supposed to do...? At any rate, I need her to acknowledge my efforts.
"No, but it's still three days... three or four days' worth of work is backed up!"
"Come on, three days? That's only half of it!"
"J-just fix that part! I swear, it was really tough!"
I pressed my hands to the futon and bowed desperately, practically prostrating myself. I'd long since abandoned any shred of pride.
Not that I ever had much to begin with.
"Well, I guess there's nothing else for it."
Yes! She said "there's nothing else for it." Heh, what a pushover.
Whatever the case, Miki still hasn't fully embraced her S-side.
Or maybe, at her core, she's actually a masochist.
And when someone like me—a masochist to the extreme—interacts with her, she has no choice but to act dominant.
"Alright, now lie back and turn onto your back."
"Right, on my back," I replied, my heart fluttering. Without a moment's hesitation, I obeyed her instructions, my chest pounding with anticipation.
I was reluctant to give up a standing blowjob, but I couldn't be picky at a time like this.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I leaned back onto my elbows, and the bulge in my pants caught my eye whether I liked it or not.
My crotch was already in this state the moment I woke up. A little embarrassing, really.
Maybe I should just take off my pants myself? I hesitated, torn, as I watched Miki's movements. She slowly rose from the bed.
...She stood up?
"Oof!"
In the next instant, a heavy pressure assaulted my groin. I couldn't help but yelp in surprise.
Startled, I opened my eyes to find Miki looking down at me with her usual serene smile.
"W-what are you...?"
"Hmm? A shameless little penis like that isn't even worth touching with my hands, let alone putting in my mouth. A foot is more than enough, don't you think?"
As she spoke, Miki tightened her grip with her foot.
My manhood was being crushed under the bare foot that had emerged from Miki's skirt.