Chapter 2932: Shall we start?

Watching Futaba’s fleeing back as she ran to the bathroom, an amused smile played on my lips.

Naturally, I didn’t follow her into the bathroom. Even with this thick tension between us, tearing through the remaining walls of our restraint would not result in anything good. Teasing her for now was enough.

Of course, if she agreed instead of running away like that, I wouldn’t be the shameless Ruki if I didn’t accept.

But it’s better this way. That girl... She really needs to calm down first. Otherwise, tonight will truly be different from the last time.

As I was about to return to the living room, I heard the door to the bathroom opening and Futaba’s head peeked out.

"Onoda-kun, you can wait upstairs... Y-you know where my room is, right?"

I stared at her part-embarrassed and part-inviting expression for a moment before letting out a soft chuckle.

"Mhm. Don’t take too long and faint in the bath. I might have to come in and rescue you," I teased, glancing at her flushed face.

Futaba let out a small, indignant huff, but the way her eyes lingered on me told a different story. She quickly retreated into the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind her. I could imagine her leaning against the door, her heart hammering against her chest as she tried to calm herself down again.

I made my way up the stairs, taking in the heavy silence of the house. It would be a lie if I wasn’t expecting anything but for Futaba’s sake, I’d have to exercise my greatest restraint.

Relying on my memory of the last time she brought me here, I quickly found her bedroom. I pushed open the door and the scent unique to Futaba -- something light, like powdered vanilla -- washed over me. Her room didn’t change much aside from the bed with their new bedsheet.

Everything was impeccably tidy. A reflection of her need for order. However, even though she wasn’t here yet, the air was already charged with anticipation of what was to come.

I sat on the edge of her bed, trying my best to remain patient. But with nothing else to do, I couldn’t help but recall the last time I was in here.

That girl... she demanded me to touch her, make her feel the same pleasure she felt back then. And instead of simply pressing on her sensitive spots near her collarbone and rubbing her smooth navel, Futaba allowed me to touch and fondle her bountiful chest. Not only that, when her boyfriend called, she urged me to continue, putting us in a situation where a slightly suspicious moan from her could have been mistaken for something else by the person on the other end of the line.

The memories remained vivid as if it just happened yesterday. Tonight, I wonder if she’ll be satisfied with the same thing.

Probably not, right?

A few minutes quietly ticked by. Just as I was about to pull out my phone and check my girls’ messages to pass the time, I sensed the incoming movement outside the door. Her footsteps were light and hesitant, as if she was having second thoughts.

But a moment later, her footsteps stopped with a thud, possibly stomping down to steel her own resolve.

The door creaked open, and Futaba stepped inside, draped in a thin, pink set of pajamas. It was similar to the one she wore during their sleepover at our house but this one was more form-fitting.

The contours of her body were barely hidden by the thin fabric, the pink material clinging to her curves in a way that left very little to the imagination. She looked like a delicate blossom drenched in rain, shivering not from the cold, but from the anticipation. Her cheeks were still flushed from the bath, and a few damp strands of hair clung to her neck, drawing my eyes to the pulse jumping wildly in her throat.

Futaba didn’t speak immediately. She just stood by the door, her chest heaving as she stared at me.

I welcomed her with a gentle smile, staying seated on the edge of the mattress.

"How is it? Refreshed?"

Futaba pressed her lips together and nodded slowly, her gaze drifting from my eyes to the space where my hand rested on the bedsheet.

"Why are you sitting there at the edge?"

"Oh. Your bed is so tidy. I’m afraid to mess it up," I answered with a shrug, which earned me a chuckle from her.

"You’re such a weirdo." Futaba rolled her eyes but that short exchange seemed to lift a bit of the suffocating weight from her shoulders.

She walked toward me. Slowly, as if she were wading through water.

Each step she took seemed to deliberate the distance between us, her breathing gradually becoming more erratic.

As she reached in front of me, I couldn’t help but lift my head to hold her gaze. Likewise, Futaba neither evaded nor looked away.

She simply stood there, her delicate hands curled at her side. They gradually moved to her front, clutching the hem of her pajama top. The fabric strained slightly over her chest, tracing the curve of her breasts as she took a shallow and trembling breath.

"Take a seat. Though this is your bed, so I shouldn’t really tell you what to do." I said playfully as I tapped the space next to me.

Futaba’s lips pouted slightly as her gaze finally shifted away from mine. She glanced at the space I tapped before shifting back to the small space between my legs.

This girl... Does she want to start right away? She can’t wait, huh?

Well, I guess there’s no harm in letting her get into position.

I slid back a few inches and created a gap between my legs where she could fit. I didn’t need to say a word; the invitation was written in the open space.

Futaba hesitated for a heartbeat, her eyes flickering with a brief flash of polite restraint, but the physical hunger still won in the end. She settled down comfortably, her narrow back resting against my chest and the softness of her butt pressed against my groin.

My arms instinctively wrapped around her waist, helping her settle into the gap. The heat radiating from her body was palpable, filtered through the thin pink fabric of her pajamas.

She leaned her head back against my shoulder, her breath coming in short, ragged hitches as she looked up at me again.

"How is it? Comfortable?" I asked with the same playful tone.

Futaba’s blush deepened before her cheeks puffed up. "Do you still dare ask me? Hmph!"

"Heh. I’m just teasing you. But thinking about it, I guess this saves us time, no?"

"Y-yeah."

"So, your sensibility was once again turned off, huh?"

"Whose fault do you think that is?" Futaba’s eyes narrowed slightly before nudging the back of her head against my shoulder.

She was trying to sound indignant, but the way she comfortably melted into me betrayed her. Somehow, the stiffness that was still present before was absent tonight. The bath calmed her down but at the same time, it also washed away the lingering hesitation, leaving behind a raw, buzzing anticipation.

As my arms tightened around her waist, Futaba let out a soft, broken sound, her hands landing on my forearms as if to anchor herself. Once again, looking down from this angle, the prominent curves of her chest were too obvious to ignore. The buttons of her pajama top were too stretched, they looked like they were holding onto her by a thread. One wrong move, or one deep inhale, and the garment might simply give up.

Peeking into the dark valley between her breasts, the snow-white skin already had a hint of pink. As for her bra... she didn’t wear any this time.

"Alright, that’s my fault," I whispered as I brought my nose close to her nape, inhaling the scent of her skin. I couldn’t help it. Her scent was too enticing. "I’ll take the blame for everything that’s about to happen."

Futaba’s body shivered from the sensation but she didn’t push me away. Furthermore, my words seemed to trigger something within her. She forced herself to speak, which came out fragmented.

"Who... told... you... to... take the blame?!"

"Well, it’s only natural, don’t you think so?"

I didn’t wait for her to argue. My arms tightened around her navel, splaying my fingers across her stomach. I inhaled once more, this time behind her ear, and felt the shudder that racked her entire frame. Futaba was like a tuning fork, vibrating with a frequency only I could trigger, and the lack of a bra meant every breath she took was a physical invitation.

"Mhm. Thanks for letting me sniff you like this."

"I didn’t... tell you to sniff me," Futaba forced her head to turn a bit to face me which brought about quite an adorable pout.

"Ah. Consider it my payment for waiting so patiently," I calmly replied before continuing, "So, shall we start, Futaba? Shall we start all over or continue where we left off?"