My name is Uesugi Yukari. I'm 24 years old. Just an ordinary, unremarkable office worker.
My appearance is average, but my chest size is smaller than average, closer to an A cup than a B. Generally, men prefer women with larger breasts and given the lack of encounters, I had resigned myself to remaining a virgin and possibly resorting to artificial insemination to have children.
But then, an incredible stroke of luck came my way.
His name is Miyonaga Yuki. I approached him when I found him lying on a bench near the station during my commute and for some reason, he agreed to come to my place. He's a head taller than me at 155 cm, muscular and rugged, with a very sexy face that looks like it could come straight out of erotic manga.
For someone like me with no money or prospects, even a 140 cm man with weak sexual desires wouldn't come to my place, let alone someone as well-endowed and seemingly sexually charged as Yuki. Just having such a large, virile man in my presence feels like a dream, but now he's sitting on my bed with just a towel wrapped around his waist in an incredibly lewd manner.
Moreover, his crotch is visibly aroused, probably in an erect state. I can tell by the bulge through the towel that his size is unrealistically large. Even in the explicit videos I've seen, male genitalia are usually about the size of a thumb, but Yuki's is clearly far larger.
I instinctively place my hand on my abdomen. Can something that large even fit?
No, wait, what am I thinking? … It's not like he's confirmed he'll have sex with me yet!
I approach Yuki with caution, making sure not to stare too blatantly at his crotch, and stand beside him.
Nervousness consumes me.
"R-right! I-I'm sorry for not offering tea! I'll prepare some right away!!"
Yuki grabs my hand tightly. Despite my intention to head to the kitchen, he ends up dragging me to the other side and I end up sitting beside him on the bed.
Beside a half-naked man with only a towel on, I can't believe I'm actually here. Just that fact alone makes my heart race to the point of pain and a throbbing sensation spreads to my core.
"I don't need tea. What I need is…"
Yuki wraps his arm around my shoulder, his gaze intense as he locks eyes with me. Just imagining what he might say next, my skin tingles sensitively, as though every part of me has become an erogenous zone.
… Could this be a dream concocted from my reluctance to get out of bed for work, causing me to drift into a dreamland?
There's no way there's a man who would be so assertive towards me. It's all just fantasies.
But his deep voice resonates through my eardrums, the sensation of his body, and my increasingly sensitive skin tell me otherwise. They reassure me that this situation is real.
"I want you, Yukari-san."
"...!"
Does that mean Yuki is implying he wants to have sex with me?
Once a month… no, given Yuki's potent sexual energy, could it be once a week? Is he saying he'll devote his valuable ejaculations to me?
It's pathetic to ask such a question, and I'm utterly embarrassed, but I can't help myself from voicing it.
"Are you saying you want to have sex with me?"
My face is burning red, and my eyes are probably on the verge of tears, but Yuki nods happily, almost with a devouring expression.
"If you're willing, Yukari-san."
"Of course…"
There's no reason to refuse. I answer instantly.
He's willing to have sex with me… Yet, despite being the one who's supposed to be receiving it, Yuki's attitude is surprisingly humble.
He wants to have sex with me. … The fact that I, who has never been wanted like this before, am standing on the brink of fulfilling a woman's life-long desire strikes me.
The shirt clinging to my body is drenched with sweat, and I haven't even taken a shower yet!
As Yuki slowly approaches, I instinctively push him away as hard as I can. I'm convinced I used a lot of force, but he doesn't budge, and instead, I find myself collapsing onto the bed.
Yuki presses down on me, his body weight forcing me onto the bed, his strength pinning me down.
Men are supposed to be protected or at least vulnerable in a woman's care. Yet, I find myself incapable of escaping Yuki's arms, let alone get out of bed to take a bath.
All I can do is plead with Yuki to release me from his grip.
"Please, Yuki-san. Let me take a shower."
"No."
My plea is mercilessly rejected. Not only that, Yuki lowers his face toward my armpit. It's summer now, so I'm naturally in short sleeves. Sweating and surely smelling, yet with just a slight shift of my sleeve, he sniffs me directly. I genuinely want to resist, but Yuki's arm remains steadfast.
He sniffs at my armpit. Incredibly embarrassing, shameful, and close to tears, I feel humiliated.
Yet, even so, my base womanly desires, just the fact that a man has me pinned down, make me ecstatic—so shameful, but the urge to have him inside me makes my lower abdomen ache in vain.
"Yukari-san. You're adorable. Seeing such an adorable reaction, I can't help but want to tease you a little."
I feel my uterus tighten at Yuki's words.
Adorable—such a cheat. Does Yuki know how much women yearn to hear that word from men?
—Throughout the journey to my place, Yuki lightly praised me as 'beautiful' and 'charming', each time making me feel delighted and thrilled, my sexual desires intensifying, my uterus throbbing. Yet he probably didn't realize.
He probably doesn't know how deeply I felt.
"You're adorable, Yukari-san. Can I kiss you?"
"Mm, ah, ah…"
Casually called adorable, teasing me on purpose. Of course, it's fine, yet he asks if he can kiss me. So devilish, so mean. I can only give him a pitiful response.
Yuki's lips lightly touch mine.
Adorableness seems to be a potent aphrodisiac.
Just that one word makes my brain tingle, my body become sensitive, and my uterus throb with a desperate longing for semen.
Frustrating, desiring, I become infatuated with Yuki's devilish charm—so embarrassing, but I can't help it. I want him to enter me quickly; my base desires are overwhelming.
Yuki's slightly thin lips are followed by his tongue entering my mouth. His tongue moves like a living thing, vigorously swirling, mixing his saliva with mine. Then he kisses me deeply, almost sucking out the mixture of our saliva, as if he's savoring it.
Intense, pleasurable, my head feels light-headed, my body tingly.
Through these voracious kisses, I understand that Yuki truly desires my body.
My insignificant body. With a small chest and average looks. I had thought I would never have any connection with men in my life, yet a handsome man like Yuki ravishes my mouth as if seeking something.
"Nhuh, I want to hold your hand."
In the brief pause for breath, I shout out my plea. Unlike in the bath, Yuki effortlessly takes my hand. We entwine all our fingers and hold hands as our kiss becomes more intense.
I didn't know such kisses existed. I never expected to be kissed like this.
The bed squeaks with each movement, causing my shirt to slide against my sensitive skin. Even this slight contact feels tantalizing, like a feather-light touch on my skin. With his tongue inside me, my mouth becomes as sensitive as my genitals.
Opening my closed eyes, I find Yuki's eager face kissing me.
I'm more excited than I've ever been in my life.
("(N-No…)")
I'm shaken. The whites of my eyes flicker, and my head feels dizzy. This sensation is similar to the climax I experience during masturbation.
…I'm about to climax just from a kiss! Even though this is my first time with a man. And for it to happen with just a kiss. Sweating and smelling, just being sniffed was mortifying enough, but if I climax so quickly, what will become of me—
By the time I think this, it's too late. A warm liquid spurts from between my legs.
I climaxed just from a kiss—