Matsuri's unexpected confession left me utterly bewildered. For a moment, we simply stared at each other in silence.
As the gravity of the situation began to sink in, my heart started racing faster and faster, pounding in my chest.
Wait a minute... Is this for real? I can't believe she actually said that!
Even considering Miki's influence, Matsuri has been acting really strange lately. This is... unthinkable.
Shock and confusion threatened to freeze my thoughts, but I managed to remain calm.
...Wait a minute. Is this some kind of trap? Are they trying to humiliate me if I get too excited?
Brother, he's the type to pull a prank like this. I can't rule it out.
To verify the truth, I looked deeply into Matsuri's eyes again.
Then, after her dark pupils darted nervously from side to side, she averted both her gaze and her entire face.
That alone wouldn't have told me much, but then I noticed Matsuri's entire face, from her neck up, was bright red.
She couldn't possibly be acting this convincingly. At that moment, I was certain Matsuri was completely serious.
At the same time, I desperately fought back the urge to burst into laughter.
...Bwaah, Matsuri actually... asking me for something herself?
So that's it, huh? Already fallen for my legendary skills, huh?
So this is what it's like to give a girl a little taste of pleasure, huh? Younger sister or not, this is how it goes, right? Huh, women are surprisingly easy.
Now thoroughly in the mood, I refused to give a crude response like "Yeah, sure."
Instead, I deliberately acted without a word. That's the sophisticated way to do it, after all. I already felt like a proper AV actor.
I moved behind Matsuri, circling around her, and settled back down.
I wrapped my arms around her from behind, pressing our bodies together—essentially the same position as last time.
I chose this partly because I was familiar with it, but it seemed Matsuri also enjoyed being embraced from behind.
Does she have a secret desire to be ambushed from the unseen? Heh heh... The advantage of this position is that I can smirk as much as I want without her noticing.
Well, as you wish... As I began moving my arm forward, my hand suddenly froze.
Oh, right, she's not wearing a skirt today. What should I do...?
After a moment's hesitation, I gently touched her thigh with the palm of my hand, then lightly lifted the waistband of her pajamas and slipped my right hand underneath.
I immediately felt the fabric of her underwear, but Matsuri kept her legs closed, preventing me from reaching lower.
"Open your legs a little."
After a slight pause, Matsuri modestly spread her legs apart.
Without hesitation, I slipped my hand between her legs and slid my finger into the center of her panties.
I'd been secretly reviewing earlier, so I remembered both the position and the sensation.
You already know this, right? This is your weak spot. I pressed down rhythmically through her underwear, as if to say.
"..."
I expected her to either flinch violently, squirm, or beg me to stop, but she remained completely unresponsive.
Huh, maybe I wasn't hard enough? I thought, and I tightened my grip.
This time, I got a reaction. Matsuri muttered flatly:
"...It hurts."
"Huh?"
Finally, a reaction! I thought. But what's she saying? It hurts?
No way! She was writhing around like crazy before!
I still remember that feeling perfectly!
Undeterred, I focused more force into my finger.
Then Matsuri twisted her head back and shouted:
"It hurts! What are you doing, you clumsy idiot?!"
Then, when her hand smacked mine, my mind went completely blank.
Cl-clumsy...? Me...? N-no way...
But I never realized how unbearable it would be to be called clumsy.
Even I felt pathetic as I panicked, my hands trembling with nerves.
In an instant, I'd gone from being an AV actor to just another overconfident virgin boy.
Sorry, I take back anything I said about women being easy. So please, don't look at me with such contempt.
But wait, how exactly did I do it back then?
No matter how many times I replay it in my mind, I still don't think I did anything fundamentally different. So what's the difference?
Well, the position was slightly different, the fabric of her underwear was different, and so on, but I'm starting to feel like there's something fundamentally different.
Thinking back on it now, even the slightest touch back then would make her flinch...
I traced my memories, recalling the situation from last time.
That's right, Miki had been playing with my nipples relentlessly, and I was already aroused by then...
So maybe I can't just suddenly start touching her clitoris? Maybe I need to do some groundwork first?
I thought I sensed Matsuri's body tensing up and stiffening with nervousness.
Having reached this conclusion, I decided to start with her upper body—her breasts.
To be honest, I was too scared to keep touching her "down there" anymore.
I withdrew my hands from her groin as if fleeing and moved them to her chest. As expected, Matsuri immediately protested.
"Hey, what are you doing over there...?"
"N-no, uh, we need to warm up gradually, get your body ready, like last time..."
"Warm up...?"
Matsuri looked thoroughly skeptical.
This is exactly what I expected. Even I have my doubts about whether this will work.
Feeling a strange sweat trickle down my back, I suddenly grabbed both of Matsuri's breasts with my hands.
...Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze.
...Hmm? What's this...?
They're not soft at all. In fact, they feel hard...
Even someone like me, who's not used to groping breasts, can tell that something's off here.
Ugh, this... this is...
Not only is she flat-chested, but she's also wearing some kind of stiff bra, so it feels like I'm not even touching her breasts at all.
Does she usually just fake it with the shape of her bra? This is even flatter than I imagined...
"What?"
"N-no, nothing..."
Matsuri must have sensed my restless aura, because she replied with a slightly sharp tone.
I can't say anything... I can't say a thing. This is something she's self-conscious about, isn't it?
But this way, I'm not getting anywhere.
Last time, I adjusted her bra over her clothes and spent ages playing with her nipple.
I really wanted to do the same this time, but last time it was a thin T-shirt, so I could stimulate her through the fabric after shifting her bra. But these pajamas are made of thick material—what would happen now?
To make matters worse, I was starting to sweat strangely. Even as I hesitated, I could feel the mood gradually deflating.
I'd started touching her so confidently, but so far, I hadn't felt anything at all.
At this rate, this virgin really is useless... I'd be laughed at.
But what could I do against this impenetrable bra and these thick pajamas?
...Damn it. If it comes to this, I'll do it. I'll show you what a cornered virgin will do.
Having unilaterally cornered myself, I boldly slipped my hand under the hem of her pajamas, sliding it along her side.
"Hyah!"
Matsuri let out a small gasp.
The heat of her body radiated into my hand. My fingers had barely brushed her skin, but they must have been cold.
Ignoring everything else, I smoothly raised my arm and quickly reached her bra.
There's no turning back now. If I hesitate and get called clumsy again, my heart will break.
What to do with this impenetrable bra? It's obvious.
I gently lifted the bra, creating a small gap, and slipped my finger inside.
"Hey! W-wait!"
Matsuri immediately grabbed my arm, stopping my advance.
I knew it, I thought, but I feigned ignorance.
"Huh? Wh-what's wrong?"
"What? You're not actually touching me directly, right?"
Of course not. No one touched anyone directly last time either.
"N-no, but direct contact would feel better, wouldn't it?"
"W-well, maybe, but... I'm too embarrassed!"
"I won't look. If no one can see, it doesn't matter, right?"
"Huh? But..."
We were both flustered, and things were getting really confusing.
In the end, the bizarre theory that we were safe because we couldn't see anything seemed to win out.
Matsuri resignedly loosened her grip on my arm.
So, I'd somehow managed to get permission to touch her breasts bare... Come to think of it, this was probably the first time I'd ever actually touched a breast directly, wasn't it?
With these thoughts swirling in my head, I slipped my hand back through the gap in her bra. This time, I didn't even need to search—I immediately found the nipple.
Just a light graze of the tip sent Matsuri's body jerking in response.
Wonderful. This was the raw, destructive power of the breast. But I couldn't rush here.
I remembered how Miki had deliberately taken her time teasing Matsuri's breasts the first time she played with them.
Instead of going straight for the nipple, I began gently pinching and kneading the entire breast, as if confirming the texture.
They weren't quite big enough to be called "ample," but they were soft. And the fact that I was touching them directly made all the difference.
Just slipping my hand under her clothes and fumbling around like that was enough to make me increasingly aroused.
After a while, Matsuri shifted her position as if urging me on, and I took that as a cue to start stimulating her nipples.
"Ugh..."
For the first time, a sound that seemed like a moan escaped from Matsuri's lips.
Yes, I was right after all. I felt a slight relief.
If that's the case, I started by placing my finger on the tip of her nipple and circling it gently.
This time, a clear, troubled sigh escaped from Matsuri's lips.
"Ah, haa, ah..."
"Ah, it's getting hard..."
"D-Don't say that! It's forbidden!"
What's the big deal? A little bit of talk is fine, right? Learn a thing or two from those erotic game characters. They're constantly giving blow-by-blow commentary!
But this nipple, despite its small size, seems quite sensitive. Or maybe it's precisely because it's small.
Feeling emboldened, I pushed the annoying bra aside to expose her nipple.
Then, as the hardened peak grew rock-solid, I began stimulating it with the tips of my fingers, rubbing and pinching it gently.
"mm... ah, ah..."
I was just winging it based on what I'd seen in AVs, unsure if it was working. But as Matsuri's breathing gradually quickened, I figured I must be doing something right.
Still, it was a shame I couldn't see her breasts.
If I just yanked up the hem of her pajamas, they'd be completely exposed.
I really wanted to see...
"...Um, so... can I look now?"
"N-no! I told you not to look!"
"Why not? It's not like it's a big deal..."
"...B-because... they're small..."
"Haha, so that's why you were so self-conscious about your small breasts."
And that's why you kept refusing so stubbornly, embarrassed about it or whatever.
Although, it's been obvious for ages that Matsuri has small breasts.
"I-I mean, I actually like small, cute breasts too."
I said that hoping she'd give in, but I wasn't lying.
Really, I just love breasts in general, big or small.
"R-really...?"
"Yeah, really."
"B-but no! You didn't even ask before showing me!"
She's so stubborn.
Well, whatever. Forcing her here would just kill the mood again.
The fact that she's still resisting this much probably means I haven't worked on her enough.
If I could get her completely pliant like last time, she might change her mind.
With that in mind, I focused even more intensely on my movements.
And a few minutes later...
"Nngh... haa, haa..."
After some twists and turns, my careful caresses seemed to be paying off. Matsuri's body was warming up.
She had completely surrendered her body to me, leaning back against my chest.
The skin beneath my palm was beginning to feel slightly damp with sweat. Matsuri's body was warmer than mine.
Until now, Matsuri had only been breathing ragged, wordless sighs, but now her lips moved clearly.
"U-um..."
"Hmm?"
"D-don't you think it's enough already?"
Here it comes, here it comes, I chuckled inwardly.
Matsuri must think she's ready, then.
She shifted her knees slightly, almost imperceptibly.
She must want me to touch her pussy. But I decided to tease her a little.
"What's enough?"
"...Stop being so mean..."
Her breathy, childish voice unexpectedly stirred me.
There was no need to ask for confirmation—she was clearly ready.
But after hearing that voice, I felt like teasing her a little more myself.
We've come this far, so we must be safe now, I thought, turning to Matsuri again.
"U-um... doesn't your chest feel a little uncomfortable by now?"
"N-no, not there...!"
"Huh? Where, then? I don't quite understand..."
"Ugh! You know exactly what I mean!"
"Well, you'd have to say 'please' properly. If I'm wrong, I'll just have to... well, you know..."
"S-st-stop messing around and just..."
Oh man, this is actually kind of fun.
It's a clichéd exchange you'd expect to see in a novel, but actually acting it out leaves me grinning from ear to ear.
Matsuri kept her head down, looking flustered, for a long moment. Then, slowly, she raised her face, her glistening eyes meeting mine directly.
"...You want to touch Matsuri's pussy?"
Yes, I've finally harvested Matsuri's pussy. Thank you very much.
I never thought I'd actually get to harvest Matsuri's pussy. The yield is perfect.
But now that I've recorded this, she'll never be able to look me in the eye again, will she?
Completely satisfied, I slowly remove my hand from her chest and lower it toward her groin.
When my fingers brush the lower abdomen, just below her navel, Matsuri's body flutters.
This reaction already? She must have been waiting for this for a while.
Without further teasing, I smoothly slip my hand into her pants.
Then, pressing my fingers against her underwear, I slowly trace them down her mound.
As my finger delves deeper, reaching her most sensitive spot, Matsuri's body jolts violently.
"Ahnn!"
"Ba-baka!"
Panicking, I quickly cover Matsuri's mouth with my other hand.
What kind of loud noise is that...? Her parents are right below us!
Hmm, this is bad. She's just too damn cute.
I thought the same thing last time, but Matsuri, all soft and pliant, is just irresistibly erotic. She's practically a different person from her usual self.
If I could, I'd let her moan and writhe as much as she wanted... but this isn't exactly the place for that.
What would happen if my parents found out about this? Just thinking about it is dangerous enough.
Well, my parents don't usually barge into my room without a reason, and they're usually in the living room on the first floor until bedtime.
I think we're safe... but even the fact that Matsuri is in my room might raise eyebrows with my mother. She might find it unusual.
Still, they'd never dream that Matsuri and I... It's barely believable even to me.
That said, these moans are getting dangerous. Better to err on the side of caution.
I want to make Matsuri cover her own mouth, but she's completely drained and I don't trust her to do it.
If I try to keep one hand busy while covering her mouth with the other, I'll lose my support and it'll be awkward.
Or should I just shove something in her mouth? Hmm, that doesn't feel right.
As I pondered, Matsuri suddenly turned her head and looked up at me, her expression dreamy. Her face seemed to say, Hurry up and continue.
"What should I do...?" I blurted out, startled by her gaze, trying to deflect the awkwardness.
An indescribable emotion, something like tenderness, squeezed my heart. It was so intense that I almost felt like I could accept her being a little clingy.
My heart pounded violently, overwhelmed by excitement.
Somehow, I need to speak... I thought, staring at Matsuri's lips right in front of me. Before I knew it, my gaze was fixed on those lips.
Staring at her as if under a spell, I realized she was looking back at me in the same way.
Matsuri's lips parted slightly, as if she was about to say something.
Taking this as a cue, my lips unconsciously drew closer to hers.
And without either of us uttering a word, our lips touched.