After school ended, I went to Kotoha's classroom again. She looked happy to see me, her eyes bright as we left together.
This time, I placed my hand low on her back as we weaved through the crowd. Her body was soft beneath my palm, warm, and every time I pressed lightly, she stiffened for just a second before melting into it.
Should I punish you for being this cute, Kotoha? Maybe strap a gag ball into your mouth and fuck you until you're crying around it.
"Well, I'll be heading home now. Good luck with your club."
"Umu. See you later, Souta-kun."
"See you."
"A-actually…"
"What is it?"
"Are you going to be eating with us today?"
"Yeah. Hikari-san texted me earlier."
"Okay. I'll see you at my house then?"
"Yeah."
She smiled, a little bashful, and I let the same smile tug at my lips. We both knew we were looking forward to tonight.
When I got home, I changed into my track suit. Even if Hikari wasn't shopping today, I would stay diligent with my training. A man with a harem can't be weak—if I couldn't handle their appetite, I'd end up as nothing but a dry husk.
I ran until my legs burned, showered, and then made my way to the Minase house.
"Satou-kun. Hello."
"Hello, Hikari-san."
She wore a long dress with a cardigan, modest as always, but the fabric clung to her curves. Her breasts strained against the cloth, heavy and full, her abdomen toned beneath the fabric.
"Did you go on a run again?"
"I did. Do you exercise, Hikari-san?"
"Me? Not really. Just some TV yoga."
"We should exercise together."
If we exercised together, I'd get to see her sweat, bury my nose into her armpits, taste the salt of her skin. Afterwards, I could knead her body under the guise of a massage until she begged me to keep going.
"Some exercise doesn't sound too bad. I was on the swim team in university, but it's been a while."
"I'll text you next time. Let's go for a swim."
"Like at an indoor pool?"
"Yeah. And then we can go to the beach with Kotoha this summer."
"Sounds exciting."
We walked into the living room together, and I stretched out on the sofa like it was already mine.
"What are we cooking today?"
"Are you helping me again, Satou-kun?"
"Of course. I'll help you every time."
"Oh? I'll hold you to that. Anything you want to eat?"
"How about hamburg steak?"
"Hamburg steak? I haven't made it in a while."
"Let's make it with a lot of love."
She laughed softly, covering her lips with her hand. Elegant, shy, motherly. Thinking about it, I've never tied her up.
"Okay. We'll make it with a lot of love."
And later, I'll fill you with my love too.
We worked in the kitchen together, slicing, mixing, shaping the patties. It didn't take long to finish. We left the uncooked steaks wrapped, waiting for Kotoha to return before frying them.
Hikari sat on the sofa and sighed. Her shoulders slumped slightly, the weight of her breasts dragging her posture forward. I stepped behind her, lowering my voice.
"Would you like a massage? Your shoulders look stiff."
"If it's not a bother."
I smiled, pressing my palms onto her shoulders, kneading slowly. Her body relaxed at once, a soft hum slipping from her throat.
"Mhm~."
"Does it feel good?"
"You're good, Satou-kun."
Can you say that while I'm drinking the milk from your nipples too?
"Are you hitting on me?"
"Hey!"
"Just kidding."
My hands slid up to the back of her neck, pressing gently. Her skin was hot, delicate.
"Your back and shoulders must get stiff often."
"They do. But how do you know..?"
"Since… they look quite heavy."
Her blush spread all the way down her neck.
"…Yeah."
I kept massaging in silence, enjoying the feeling of her soft flesh under my fingers, the subtle moans slipping past her lips. Each sound was another thread binding her to me.
We stayed like that until Kotoha's voice rang out.
"I'm home!"
Hikari sighed, already softened by my hands. I leaned closer, letting my breath brush her ear.
"I'll go welcome her."
At the entrance, Kotoha jumped into view, bright as always.
"Welcome home."
"Satou-kun!"
Her energy was like sunshine, bursting with joy the moment she saw me.
"How was club?"
"Exhausting. But after coming home, I'm not so tired anymore."
You mean I'm the one washing away your exhaustion, aren't I, Kotoha?
"We made hamburg steak."
"I love hamburg steak!"
Hikari came from behind, her smile playful.
"We made it with lots of love today."
She winked at me where Kotoha couldn't see. Teasing me. It seems she wanted to get back for what I said earlier.
In my previous life, I would've blushed to my ears. After all, I've had a crush on her since I was a child and she had a much sexier body than Kotoha.
We sat at the dining table as Hikari cooked. Kotoha and I sat side by side, and I slipped my hand back onto her thigh. She stiffened faintly, then settled.
"Did you shower after track?"
"I-I did. Do I smell?"
"No. You smell good."
Her blush bloomed instantly, and I smirked.
The steaks soon sizzled, the room filling with their aroma. We ate together, chatting and laughing. Every time I raised a slice to my lips, I could feel Kotoha's gaze—longing, itching to feed me herself. But with Hikari present, she stayed still, too shy.
I leaned close and whispered against her ear.
"Don't worry. You can feed me as much as you want at lunch tomorrow."
Her face lit crimson. She tapped my thigh lightly under the table, a secret signal that she'd heard me.