After returning from Ryosuke's house, Kirie went through her usual evening routine.
She ate dinner with her family, took a bath, and went to her room.
Despite what had happened—having her first kiss stolen—she managed to go through the day surprisingly calmly, her feelings remaining unchanged. Her mother lightly scolded her for returning past curfew without calling, but that was the only real change.
"Phew..."
Sitting on the edge of her bed with her smartphone in hand, she let out a soft sigh.
Her skin was smooth and refreshed from the bath, and she was dressed in comfortable loungewear. Her room was pleasantly cooled by the air conditioning. Outside, the rain seemed to be easing up to a drizzle.
And so, she took a moment to reflect on the day's events once more.
Meeting Marin on her way home. Going inside her house. Meeting Ryosuke, entering his room, and then...
...Let's forget about it.
She decided to put it out of her mind.
Forget everything. Pretend none of it ever happened. Today's events, my time with Ryosuke. He said he wouldn't give up, but I'll have to firmly reject him again and make him forget about me.
"..."
But is that really what I want?
No matter how much I think, I keep going around in circles.
Sighing, Kirie flops onto the bed.
Trying to banish today's events from her mind, she shuts her eyes tightly.
Even after keeping them closed for a while, she doesn't feel sleepy.
No matter how much she tries to act normal, her core remains stirred.
Behind her closed eyelids, the scenes from earlier replay vividly.
Ryosuke's room. The childlike profile of his face as he engrossed himself in a game. The shoulders of his uniform. His arms. His fingertips. His voice echoes in her mind, along with the background music from the game that had been playing endlessly.
The scent of the room. The scent of his skin. The scent of his hair. The strength of his arms as he held her tightly. And his lips—
"Ugh...!!"
On the bed, I wriggled and squirmed.
My skin rubbed against my skin—my calves against each other, my arms against each other—and the sensation made my nerves tingle.
This was all new to me.
I wasn't doing anything particularly special, yet a slow, burning heat was rising from deep within my body.
My inner garments chafed against my skin.
My hair tickled my cheeks and the back of my neck.
"Ugh..."
I was surprised by the sound that escaped me.
A weak, pathetic sound.
The same kind of sound I made when Ryosuke touched me.
Pleasure crawled over my skin. But it wasn't entirely pleasant—the frustration of not reaching a specific point, the irritation of being so close yet so far.
"..."
This time, deliberately, I rubbed my thighs together. My lower abdomen tightened.
"Ngh...!"
My rational mind warned me: You can't go any further.
Kirie had no experience with masturbation. She'd never felt the need, nor had she ever been curious enough to try.
She knew of its existence and methods.
Her friends had even discussed it in all-female groups. Some were half-interested, while others had actually experienced it.
Specific techniques sometimes came up, but Kirie half-listened, letting the conversation wash over her.
It wasn't that she despised masturbation or avoided the topic; she simply believed it wasn't something one should actively pursue.
To touch yourself and feel good...
It simply seemed strange to her.
She saw her body all the time and touched it constantly. Could sexual pleasure really be obtained just by stroking oneself with one's own hands?
She wasn't pretending to be calm or trying to appear prim and proper.
It was just a genuine question.
Yet now—
Even the slightest friction against skin in a non-erogenous area sends shivers of pleasure through Kirie.
Something so... so trivial...
I don't want to believe this is something Ryosuke has brought upon me.
Just the two of us. Being forcibly pulled close. Having my lips stolen—
"Ah...—ngh..."
A tingling warmth spreads between my thighs. It's a sensation I've never experienced before.
No.
This isn't right. This isn't the same.
Muttering half-hearted excuses in my head, I gently press my left hand against my chest.
My breasts, covered only by a T-shirt and a thin inner layer. Just moments ago, I was naked in the bath, touching myself there.
Yet the stimulation I feel now is completely different from before.
I knead them roughly. I still don't fully understand the pleasure of having my breasts squeezed.
Instead, the mere friction of my palm against the hardened nipple through the fabric—
"Ah!"
A high-pitched gasp escapes me.
Kirie hastily whipped her head around, scanning the room.
Of course, there was no one else there. The door was closed. Her parents were downstairs, too far away to hear anything this faint.
She gulped. Her throat felt terribly dry and tight.
"..."
No, this was different.
This wasn't about reminiscing about Ryosuke and masturbating. This was simply about testing out the natural, physiological pleasure.
Kirie gently flicked her left nipple with her thumb.
Even through her clothes, she could feel the sensitive, erect peak. A sharp, electric-like jolt shot through her, making her spine shudder.
Her heart pounded wildly.
Next, she used her index finger to tease her right nipple.
"Ah... Ku... Nn..."
The sweet stimulation was almost unbearable. Kirie pressed her face hard into the bed, muffling her moans.
But something was missing. It still wasn't enough...
Her fingers alone weren't enough. With her eyes still closed, Kirie imagined another person's hands.
...It could never be Ryosuke's.
But it was inevitable that Kirie's vividly imagined "male hands" would end up modeled after his.
Long arms, a sturdy frame. Large palms with ten fingers—long, strong, yet delicate.
"Ah... ah..."
Those "male hands" pinned Kirie down.
Behind Kirie, lying on the bed, two arms restrained her.
His right hand caressed her face. His palm brushed her cheek, his thumb traced her nose, then her lips.
The ticklishness made her want to shake her head and protest, but his hand wouldn't let her. Gently restrained, voiceless, her sensitive skin was repeatedly tickled in all the wrong places.
Her lips.
That sensitive area, where delicate mucous membranes are exposed to the outside world, was teased with barely-there touches from his fingertips, sending shivers of pleasure through her.
Fingers caressed her ear, parted her hair, and stroked the back of her neck.
It was ticklish, pleasant, and felt good. She should hate being touched, yet she wanted to remain passive forever.
Then the Left Hand began to play with Kirie's breasts.
She writhed, but couldn't resist. Of course not. Kirie craved this touch more than anything.
The fingers touched exactly where she wanted them to.
They tapped the hardened nipple rhythmically. As it grew more erect, they began kneading it.
"Ah... Ahu... Nn..."
Waves of pleasure more intense than anything before overwhelmed her.
She squeezed her eyes shut tightly, trying not to be consumed by the waves, yet determined not to let the pleasure escape her body.
"Hah... Ah... Ah..."
Her breathing grew rough. She wanted to be ravaged more violently. She wanted roughness. She wanted to be torn apart by a wild, raging pleasure that would blow away her reason.
Her wish was transmitted to the "hand" that had never erred.
The Left Hand roughly kneaded Kirie's breasts. The sensation was entirely different from when "I" had touched them earlier.
Her heart raced uncontrollably.
Her entire body reveled in the rough treatment from "his" hand.
"Fu...k—nnngh... Ah..."
She realized her voice had become syrupy and feverish. At the same time, she was forced to acknowledge that she could no longer control the moans escaping her lips.
Through the fabric of her clothes, his fingers pinched her nipples—so clearly defined they were—and began to twist them rhythmically.
The pleasure was so intense she felt she might arch her back. She couldn't believe her body could feel this good.
But...
Instinctively, she knew this wasn't enough.
There were other places that wanted to be touched. Places that craved gentle, tender attention.
Terrifying. It's so terrifying, but... I want him to touch me.
But that's forbidden.
If I let him touch me there, I'll never be able to go back.
But... I can't help it...!
My fragile rationality clashes with my vulgar emotions, leaving my mind in utter chaos. I feel like I'm about to cry.
Someone please decide for me. It's horrifying to cross that line myself—
If someone would just scold me, I'd stop right away.
If someone would just tempt me, I'd gladly jump at the chance.
"Ah... Ugh... Mmm..."
Meanwhile, his hands continue to roam Kirie's body, searching for even more pleasurable places to touch. Every place he touches feels so good.
"Ah! No!"
The Left Hand slipped beneath the hem of Kirie's T-shirt and inner shirt. It slid smoothly up her skin, directly touching her breast.
"Ah... ah..."
Her nipple was unbelievably erect. The soft texture of her flesh. When the Left Hand found her weak spot, it seemed to delight, its caresses growing more intense.
"That... that's not allowed... I told you, no...!"
She whimpered, barely able to hold back her cries.
"Ahh... ahh... ahh—"
Tears welled in her eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. She couldn't take it anymore. She couldn't resist this hand, no matter how forbidden or indecent the act might be.
"Stop... that's really off-limits—"
After thoroughly enjoying Kirie's full breasts, the Left Hand now slid down her body, gliding over her skin toward her lower half.
Kirie wriggled her hips in resistance, but the movement actually aided the Left Hand's invasion.
The Left Hand slid into her shorts—
"Yah! Nnn—"
Her smooth, silky underwear. Yet beneath that thin fabric, Kirie's intimate area burned with a searing heat, thoroughly flushed.
A middle finger slipped between her thighs. Through the fabric, it brushed her embarrassing cleft, and with just a single press, her honey overflowed with a sticky squelch.
"––Hngh! Nuu!"
Her body trembled with delight. She was finally nearing what she'd been craving. Someone was finally nearing it for her.
"No... This... This is wrong..."
As if mocking her rejection, the finger toyed mercilessly with the damp, clinging fabric, the wet, fleshy sensation transmitting with each squelch.
This is clearly my finger. And undeniably the sensation of my own genitals... Yet despite both being mine, they feel completely alien, as if they belong to someone else.
The sensation of teasing my genitals. The sensation of being teased.
The sensation of touching. The sensation of being touched.
This finger, which teaches me the pleasures of a woman, is incredibly precious to me, yet at the same time, I resent it.
If I hadn't been touched, I could have remained ignorant. If I hadn't known, I wouldn't have had to suffer so much.
But—
"Ugh, ah— Aaah... Ah, ah, my hips... I can't stop moving—!"
My lower abdomen spasms uncontrollably, beyond my control. I want to be ravaged by an even fiercer storm. I want this finger to violate me.
Squelch.
At some point, the "Left Hand" had slipped into my underwear.
The direct contact with warm, slick flesh.
It's slippery and feels so good—when it's roughly stirred up, the overwhelming pleasure nearly drives me insane.
"Ah, ha... Ii... Nguh..."
At the edge of my labia, I find a small but highly sensitive nub. I roll it between my fingers with the same technique I'd use on a nipple, but even more cautiously.
"Ah?! Y-yaah...!"
If I hadn't pressed my face into the bed, I might have screamed loud enough to wake my parents.
But by then, I didn't care anymore.
It didn't matter if anyone heard. What mattered now was not missing out on this ecstasy.
"It's... it's okay... You can touch me... Ah?!"
With my middle finger, I simultaneously rub my sensitive clitoris and my slick labia.
The love juice-soaked flesh squelches rhythmically.
To think my body would ever do this...
To think I was such a lewd, shameless beast, devouring pleasure so hungrily.
"Ah... I'm... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..."
She wept, confessing her sins—to someone, to herself.
Yet, contradicting her near-penitent emotions, her left hand relentlessly teased the vulgar slit of her womanhood, while her right hand tormented her hardened nipple.
"Ih... Iu... Nn... Fuu...?!"
And so, Kirie experienced her first orgasm, its waves crashing through her entire body.
A realm reached through the caress of her sex—a pinnacle of sin and ecstasy, guided by "his hands" to the highest heights.
"Ah... Ah... Ah...?!"
Her labia, and even the untouched depths of her vagina, clenched down violently. Her consciousness soared to terrifying heights—and then plummeted.
"Nn... ~~~... Nuu...?!"
Her hips bucked spasmodically as Kirie was struck by her first climax.
"Ah... Ugh... Haaah... Aah... Ah..."
Kirie knew she looked disheveled. Tears and drool stained the sheets, making a mess of the bed.
Her left hand felt sticky, while her right hand touched her breasts, which felt hot and soft. Her heart raced uncontrollably.
But Kirie was unlucky.
Just as she was savoring the lingering pleasure of her climax, her intoxication was abruptly interrupted.
Her phone vibrated right after she came.
"Huh?"
The smartphone, which she'd left right beside her face, displayed an incoming call from Ryosuke on its face-up screen.
If she'd been thinking clearly, she would have naturally chosen to ignore it.
But Kirie, still floating on the heat of her arousal, felt an irrational guilt, as if her previous actions had been condemned. Against her better judgment, she answered the call.
She bolted upright, pressing the smartphone to her right ear.
"W-What?"
Her voice cracked unnaturally, but she didn't have the composure to feign calm.
Ryosuke, the caller, seemed slightly suspicious but quickly got to the point.
"I'm sorry about today."
"U-um... yeah..."
Overwhelmed by guilt and confusion, Kirie blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
"I-it doesn't bother me..."
"Okay."
Ryosuke's voice remained perfectly calm.
"I know I shouldn't have pushed you so hard... but I'm really serious about this. I'd like to hear your answer another time."
"Right..."
Her voice sounded weak and almost whiny.
She couldn't tell if this was due to the guilt of her recent transgression or her genuine feelings toward Ryosuke.
Regardless, Kirie replied:
"Another time... then."
After hanging up, Kirie collapsed onto her bed.
Her mind was in utter disarray.