Chapter 2934: New Session (2) *

With eyes full of trust, Futaba leaned her head back against my shoulder, exposing the pale line of her throat. Although she probably wanted to watch my naughty hands travel across her skin underneath the fabric, she still had a bit of shame left in her.

If she appeared too eager, she was probably afraid that I would be disappointed. If she appeared too hesitant, she might fear that I would stop.

Unlike my girls, she had yet to grasp the extent of my shamelessness. Nevertheless, I wouldn’t let her efforts be in vain.

Just play along. And deliver what I promised.

"Remember, tell me if it’s uncomfortable or if you feel any pain when my touch reaches your most sensitive spots." I pushed my lips close to her ear, letting my voice and warm breath add another layer of pleasure for her.

Futaba nodded with pursed lips as she quivered from the sensation.

Soon enough, after giving the part below her chest appropriate caresses, my hands climbed higher, enough for the two of us to see how her pajama top became more disheveled, the buttons close to snapping.

When my palms finally made contact with the warmth of her breasts, Futaba let out a sound that was half-gasp and half-sob. Without the restriction of a bra, the sensitivity was staggering, the most sensitive tips were immediately pressed by the middle of my palms while my fingers sank into the softness of her bountiful curves.

Although the contact was still hidden beneath her pajamas, the pleasure it brought me was definitely no less than Futaba’s. My cock twitched against her rear, causing it to further nestle into the cleft of her backside.

Futaba naturally sensed it but she was far too occupied by her own pleasure to mind it. In fact, her instinctive movements only served to press her closer, as if trying to fuse her body into mine.

And with that, I could feel the erratic rhythm of her heart, not just through the press of her chest, but also through her body’s vibration that seemed to echo through her entire frame.

"How do you feel?" I asked. My hands didn’t make any more movements. They just stayed there, holding the weight of her breasts, letting the heat soak through the thin fabric of her pajamas.

Futaba couldn’t help but rub her legs together as she leaned into me, her breathing coming in short, ragged bursts. She looked like she had forgotten how to speak, her lips parted as she tried to find the words to describe the electricity coursing through her.

"It... it feels like I’m floating. S-still no pain." Futaba managed to whisper as she tried her best not to show me her impassioned state.

My lips curled up into a satisfied smile. Of course, since it didn’t hurt her the first time, it wouldn’t hurt now. If anything, her body remembered all the pleasure from back then and because of it, her state was far more sensitive than before.

"Good. Then we don’t need to be so cautious. Feel this sensation and savor it. If you can... reach your peak. Do not hold it back. I got you." I spoke softly, my voice barely a murmur against her skin.

I began to move my palms in slow, circular motions, alternating the pressure between the soft underside and the sensitive peaks of her breasts. Using my thumbs and forefingers to alternately flick and pinch the tips through the pajama fabric, I watched as Futaba’s back arched instinctively.

Little by little, her alluring voice started leaking out in the form of soft, broken whimpers.

Futaba tried to bite her lower lip to stifle the noise, but the rhythmic friction of my thumbs against her peaks was too much for her to handle. She was like a stringed instrument being played by an expert, each movement of my hands drawing a different note of pleasure from her throat.

Then, as if feeling the constraints of the fabric, Futaba’s hands moved and began unbuttoning her pajama top, revealing the sight of my naughty hands, joyfully playing with her breasts. The sight was breathtaking; the contrast between her pale skin and the flushed pink of her peaks was a masterpiece of arousal.

I let go momentarily to help her finish the task, my fingers sliding over the remaining buttons with a deliberate slowness. As the fabric finally parted, her breasts spilled out as they seemed to bounce slightly before returning to their perfectly rounded shape.

"Mhm. This looks even bigger than before." I commented as my eyes took in the similar yet more enchanting sight of her chest.

Futaba let out an embarrassed noise, trying to cover herself for a fleeting second before my hands outpaced her, cupping her breasts firmly again.

"Of course, it’ll be bigger. You... you made me eat so much," She retorted with an aggrieved pout.

"Oh. Right. That’s related." I chuckled before blowing into her ear again, making the girl shiver violently.

Following that, my hands resumed their work, fondling and kneading the soft flesh with a rhythm that was far more aggressive than before. Every time I pinched her nipples, Futaba would let out an unrestrained moan while her legs rubbed even more furiously.

Before long, the girl looked up at me with pleading eyes. Remembering the last session, she was already close to her limit.

At this point, everything happened exactly at that time, except there was no call from her boyfriend that she boldly answered while we were in this position. Nevertheless, her heightened sensitivity became enough stimulation for her to smoothly reach her climax.

In any case, I didn’t let up. My expert hands continued with their work, focusing mostly on her nipples while I observed her body’s reaction.

After a few more squeezes and pinches, Futaba sucked in a deep breath as the pleasure reached its breaking point.

Once again, an arm hooked around my neck to anchor herself while her body quivered uncontrollably.

Futaba’s eyes rolled back slightly as she let out a long, shaky moan that echoed in the quiet room.

For several seconds, she existed in that state of suspension, catching her breath while trying to regain her sense of clarity.

Although I couldn’t see it clearly from this angle where her breasts blocked my view, I felt the warmth seeping beneath her. It was spreading on her bedsheet.

Furthermore, with how my cock was lodged against her butt, the way her lower body quivered was completely transferred to my senses. It got me fully erect.

"Hngg... Again... I felt it again..." Futaba muttered in broken fragments as she seemed to still be in a state of savoring the pleasure.

"Mhm. That’s great. Good job." I whispered, pressing a kiss to her flushed cheek while I slowly released her breasts, my hands settling back around her navel.

"T-thank you, Onoda-kun." Although surprised by the kiss, her face couldn’t be any redder. She tilted her head again to look at my expression.

When she saw my calm smile and the way I looked at her without a shred of judgment, Futaba’s lips gradually pouted.

"What? Unsatisfied?" I asked as a joke but the girl’s pout became more pointed.

She then shook her head and tried to straighten her back again, "... How can I be unsatisfied? It’s just... is that it? Is it over?"

This...

What a great question. Now that she climaxed, it should be over, right?

No. We’re far from over.

Once shouldn’t be enough. We only repeated the last time. It was a warm-up.

"It’s up to you, Futaba. If that’s enough for you. We can stop here now. Or..." I intentionally trailed off there, letting my hand slide slowly from her navel downward, slipping under her pajamas.

Upon sensing that, the girl’s eyes widened before glancing down. However, she didn’t stop me. Futaba watched with bated breath as my fingers slid past the smooth mound and ventured toward her drenched sacred place.

"Uhmmmp!" Futaba couldn’t help but let out a small, strangled cry as my fingertips made contact.

The wetness was staggering. Even though she had just reached a peak, her body seemed to be producing more in response to my touch, as if the first climax had merely opened the floodgates.

Once the sensation flooded her body, only then did Futaba reach for my wrist, expressing her desire through a weak, trembling grip.

"Hmm? Does it hurt here, Futaba?" I asked.

Although I already knew the answer, I still brought up that question. After all, the pretense for all of this was for her to test if she’d feel pleasure instead of pain if I was the one touching her.

And sure enough, the girl also seemed to remember it. Her head shook vigorously from side to side, her expression a mix of sheer bliss and an almost desperate need for more.

"N-no... it doesn’t hurt. It feels... it feels way better than I expected."

"And?"

"... I permit you to test it further. Please... do whatever you want."

The way she said it would be enough to make any other guy lose his mind. Futaba was normally so composed and sensible, yet here she was, practically offering herself up for me. The vulnerability in her voice was something her boyfriend had probably never heard before.

However, before I could continue, the familiar tune of her phone ringing echoed within the room.