I put a hand on her knee. I felt a tremor in it.
"Say it louder," I told her. "Not in a whisper."
She stared at my hand on her knee. She didn't move. I could just hear her breathing.
"Yes," she said. Clearly this time.
I nodded. "Show me where you liked it."
She glanced at me, turning red. "What do you mean?"
"Show me on your body."
Her hands went on the sides of her body, straight. "I can't," she mumbled.
I shrugged.
Good for the stream, but not here.
I didn't waste any more time with words. I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down. I waited. I didn't grab her. I didn't force her. I just sat there, waiting for her.
Hina stayed where she was for a few moments, her eyes fixed on me. Then, slowly, she leaned over. She took me into her mouth.
I watched the top of her head go up and down. She was getting better at oral—much better. The pressure of her tongue was rhythmic and firm. She was using more saliva, just like I'd taught her the day before. The slurping sounds were wet and loud.
I reached out and lifted her shirt and slid my hand under her panties. She paused.
"Don't stop," I told her.
I moved my hand lower. She was wet. Ready for me.
I began to rub her pussy lips, teasing her clit with the tip of my finger while she worked on me. She breathed harder, slobbering on my cock. She wanted more. She really wanted it. Like last night.
I grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back on the bed.
"Spread your legs, Hina," I said, pulling her shorts and panties off. I threw them on the floor. No longer needed.
She turned her eyes away, but obeyed. Her knees slowly fell open.
I ran my hand up her thigh.
"Ah," she gasped.
I parted her pussy lips with my fingers. They were puffy and moist. Irresistible.
"You look very nice," I told her. "The audience will be satisfied."
She blinked, still looking away.
"Look at me," I told her. She turned her head about halfway, but looked in my eyes. Shyly. Pitifully. "I said your pussy is very nice. What do you say?"
Her lips quivered like she was going to sob. But she didn't. "Thanks," she whispered.
I nodded. "That's better." I leaned forward. "It shows me you're ready to practice some more."
I took my cock in my hand and began to rub the head of it against her lips. I was careful. I didn't go inside. I just circled around, brushing against every sensitive spot, spreading her own wetness.
Hina made loud, whiny noises, her head tossing back and forth on the pillow.
I gave her clit a light, playful slap with the head of my cock. Thwack. Thwack.
"Oh god!" she exclaimed, her fingers squeezing the sheets.
Hina's hips began to rock. She was chasing the contact, lifting her ass off the bed to try and increase the pressure.
She was pushing against my cock as much as I was pressing it against her.
"Kaito... Kaito, please..." she gasped. Her eyes were glazed. She was looking through me.
Not yet.
"Make her want it," Aya's voice in my head repeated. "Make her ready."
I kept brushing. Circling. Teasing her clit. Hina's toes curled, the lace on her white socks twitching.
She shouldn't cum. She should save it for tonight.
I let go. I gripped my cock shot hard across her stomach.
Fuck!
I didn't realize I was so pent up.
The white spurts of my cum covered Hina from her clit almost up to her breasts. She shrieked, watching it.
I stayed like that for a moment, catching my breath. Watching my cum.
That's for me. And for me only.
I turned to look for tissues on her nightstand, but her hand caught my wrist. Weak. Trembling.
"Kaito?"
I looked back at her. She lay on the bed, covered in my cum, hair pasted to her sweaty forehead. She suddenly looked so small.
"Kaito?" she whispered. "Do you like me?"
I smiled. It was an easy smile. "Of course, Hina."
She gave me a desperate look. Pleading.
"Honestly?"
"Yes."
She let go of my wrist. Reluctantly. Her fingers lingered on my skin for a second before dropping to the bed.
"Because I—" she started. She tripped over the words. "Because I like you, Kaito."
"Good," I said.
Now I knew she wasn't going to ruin tonight's stream.
According to Aya's plan. But thanks of me.
I watched the puddle of my cum on Hina's tummy, rippling slightly as she breathed. I liked seeing my cum on her body. It belonged there.
She saw me looking and blushed even harder.
Her hand moved to the side of her stomach—not to clean it, but to cover it. Maybe even protect it.
"Then… could you sit with me a minute? I'll clean up later…"
I stayed, my hand on her thigh.
I heard the front door open. Aya was back.
I got up and handed Hina the box of tissues, even though it was the last thing I wanted to do.