Chapter 2933: New Session (1)

Faced with that question, the girl in my arms stiffened for a moment. Then, as if not knowing how to answer, she let out a soft, defeated sigh.

Seeing that, I followed up with a chuckle, "I wasn’t teasing you, alright? Just like before, everything will be done according to your will."

"I... I know." Futaba whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own frantic breathing. "But the way you say it... makes me feel like I’m the one being played."

She shifted slightly, her backside rubbing against me in a way that felt entirely too intentional to be accidental. The thin fabric of her pajamas did little to mask the heat radiating from her skin. I could even make out the shape of her ass cheeks pressing firmly into my groin.

If I wasn’t hard earlier, the way she shifted her weight just now certainly fixed that. And Futaba, as sensitive as she was at the moment, felt it.

Her eyes trembled from the unmistakable hardness pressing against her.

She let out a small, stifled sound as she looked at me with a questioning gaze.

I could only shrug. After all, she already knew the answer. This kind of reaction was to be expected. Besides, it’s not like this was the first time she felt it. It happened on the previous two occasions. It wouldn’t be different now.

A few seconds later, the tips of Futaba’s ears reddened and she broke eye contact, turning her head back to face the front. Nonetheless, the girl didn’t change her position. She remained nestled between my legs, not minding the throbbing evidence of my arousal lodged between the bouncy curves of her rear.

I let another moment of silence pass before moving my hand from her stomach, sliding it upward in a slow, deliberate crawl.

Futaba reacted immediately. Her whole body imperceptibly quivered as she sucked in a deep breath.

"Alright, tell me if it’s uncomfortable. We’ll start with a few caresses, letting you feel the same sensation that you’ve already experienced before."

My fingers gently pressed over her pajama top, tracing the curve of her stomach before sliding further upward. I naturally skipped going right at her most sensitive spot, instead caressing along her side until I reached her shoulders.

Understanding what I wanted to do, Futaba leaned her head back, giving me free access to her neck. Her skin was warm and slightly damp as my thumbs traced the line of her collarbone through the thin pink fabric.

Every time I applied the slightest pressure, a tiny, high-pitched sound escaped her throat. At first, I thought of going after her ticklish spots first but I dropped that idea.

With her anticipation at its peak, it was much better to give her what she was searching for: the pleasure born from targeting her sensitive spots.

Slowly but surely, I unbuttoned the topmost button of her pajama top before slipping my fingers beneath the collar, making direct contact with the skin of her shoulder. Like I promised, I only caressed her lightly, barely applying enough pressure to be felt, but the effect was more than I expected.

The sound escaping her mouth gradually turned into a moan, a soft, fluttering thing that echoed in the quiet room.

When she realized she was making those sounds, Futaba tried to bite her lip to stifle them, but that only made her breath sound more labored.

At this point, the girl’s weight had long since shifted, her body molding itself entirely to mine. Perhaps even if I did something more excessive, she’d still let me do it.

However, given that this was supposed to be for her development, I decided to take my time. My fingers paused right where they were, lingering right on her sensitive spots.

"Alright, that’s enough for now. How is it, Futaba?"

"Ugh... H-how do you want me to answer that?"

"Well, I need feedback. Does it feel the same as the previous times, or are you feeling more sensitive today?"

Since she was facing forward, I couldn’t exactly see her current expression. But with her head moving slightly, she was probably inspecting her body.

"M-more sensitive."

"I see. But not enough to bring you to the same peak, right?"

"... Idiot. Of course, it’s not enough."

"Heh. Don’t be mad. It’s my responsibility to guide you, no?"

Upon saying that, I pulled my hands from her collar, letting them drop back to her waist, and embraced her again.

"Y-yeah. But Onoda-kun, you told me it would be different the next time. Tell me, what do you plan to do?"

Did I say that? I couldn’t recall. But then again, since I promised another session or lesson, it’s truly not going to be enough to just repeat what happened previously.

"Mhm. Let’s see. I just finished inspecting your sensitivity. And sure enough, it was more than before. It’s like your body developed a memory for pleasure and the longer you didn’t have it, the more it craved it."

"T-that bad?" Futaba put on a shocked expression. Although she could feel her body and possibly understand it, she clearly couldn’t grasp the entirety of the physical reaction she was having.

"Mhm. But I don’t think it’s a bad thing." I started as I began caressing her stomach again. This time, my hand slipped underneath the hem of her pajama top, making direct contact with the softness of her belly. "The next time your boyfriend touches you, you might finally feel pleasure instead of pain."

The moment I said that, a frown formed on Futaba’s face. This girl... is she now against the thought of her boyfriend touching her?

What happened to her reason for doing this for him?

Ah. No. She probably didn’t know she was doing it. It was a subconscious reaction. After all, the last time, she focused more on the pleasure than the fact that it was ’practice’.

"Alright. This time you didn’t take ’that’ off. Is it stained now?" I continued, pointing down at her crotch.

Futaba puffed up her cheeks as she nudged me with the back of her head again. "W-why didn’t you remind me?"

"How could I remind you? The moment you entered the room, you immediately went to plop yourself right here."

Futaba glared at me before letting out a frustrated noise as she took my hand into hers, squeezing it tightly. I guess that’s her little way of protesting.

"If you want to take it off. Should I help you?"

"This pervert. What’s the use of taking it off now?"

Ah. Aside from giving me the same show as before when she pulled it down right in front of me, there wasn’t much of a ’use’ for it now. In the end, she’d still have to change into something else once we were done here.

"Alright. Well then, I guess we can only continue, huh? But before that, I need to hear your thoughts, Futaba."

"Thoughts?"

"Mhm. Tell me. What are your expectations for tonight? Will you be satisfied with the same routine, or do you want me to explore something new?"

An audible gulp rang through the quiet room. Futaba remained silent for a long time, her head still resting against my shoulder. However, I could feel her heart hammering against my arm like a trapped bird.

She was truly considering her options. Just like I stated, if she only wanted to climax in the same way as before, it could be easily done. But if she wanted to explore a new path of pleasure, we might do something more than what I had taught her previously.

"I... I don’t know. Just... whatever you think is best."

"You know what I think is best for you: to be more open to your boyfriend, right? To let him know that you can also feel pleasure but what’s stopping you is your special constitution."

Of course, that’s a lie. But saying that could give Futaba the peace of mind she needs to fully let go. Perhaps if she believes this is all for the benefit of her relationship, she’ll stop overthinking and let her instincts take over.

Ugh. I’m really a bastard.

"I understand. After tonight... I’ll talk to him."

"Good girl." I patted her head, which earned me another glare from her. "So, with that out of the way... let’s follow your words. I’ll do things that I think are best for you at the moment. Are you ready?"

Futaba sucked in a deep breath, her body tensing for a split second before melting completely against me.

She didn’t answer with words.

Instead, she looked up at me again, her expression a mixture of apprehension and a deep, desperate longing. She gave a barely perceptible nod as her eyes shimmered with expectation and determination.

"Good. Then let’s start by getting you a bit more comfortable," I whispered as I brought my hands back underneath her pajama top, continuing the light caresses on her flat stomach and slowly but surely climbing up to her towering peaks.