“Ah…!”
With a slight tremble, the shapely twin peaks were exposed.
She had come properly dressed in her work attire, telling herself it was just business—but that pretense had just vanished.
Before Hina could even process her confusion, a tongue traced its way along her cheek and down her neck. Each time those hot lips pressed against her chilled skin, her breath hitched.
“…You haven’t changed. Your body… no, it’s even more beautiful now.”
Those words stoked heat far more than shame. She knew she shouldn’t crave his affection. Shouldn’t let him look at her like this. And yet—
(I thought I’d already… tried to forget…)
Each time that thought flickered through her mind, the strength drained from Hina’s fingertips. Just the brush of his fingers along her cheek, grazing the back of her ear, and her rationality seemed to melt away.
His lips trailed from her collarbone downward, eventually reaching the valley between her breasts. The motion was reverent, yet tinged with impatience. When his mouth pressed into that soft hollow, Hina shivered faintly.
Over and over, his lips traced paths across her skin—as if branding her his.
“Don’t…”
“What’s wrong?”
“The marks…”
Looking down anxiously, she saw faint blooms of red staining her skin. Keiichiro narrowed his eyes slightly, whispering with a voice like fingers brushing against earlobes:
“…Marks fade quickly. But right now, you’re mine.”
That voice carried heat bordering on obsession. When Hina lowered her eyes wordlessly, Keiichiro leaned in again, sealing his lips over the same spot he’d marked earlier. He nipped gently at the tender flesh, then traced lingering patterns with his tongue.
“…Did you dislike it?”
She couldn’t bring herself to shake her head. Could only bite her lip lightly while staring down. Tears welled at her own helplessness—yet Keiichiro’s hand tracing her chest remained warm and gentle. Her resolve crumbled.
The heated touch of his fingertips seeped into her skin. It felt nostalgic, longed-for, terrifying.
“N-no… st-stop…”
That strained voice couldn’t fully refuse. Though she should resist, pleasure quietly took root deep inside her. Her mind and body had become irreconcilably divided.
(I swore I’d never… be like that time again…)
Yet now—
Soon his fingers found her nipple, circling it softly. Under that stimulation, it gradually stiffened.
“Ah…!”
Hina’s body twitched in response, her heart already beyond resistance.
“…Getting hard. Your body doesn’t lie.”
The words poured oil on her burning shame. Her face flushed hot as a moaning sigh escaped her throat.
“Mmn…!”
For the first time, Hina clearly voiced pleasure. Startled by her own sound, she wanted to cover her mouth—but her hands remained captive. Keiichiro smiled triumphantly.
“…Let me hear more.”
That deep voice melted her trembling heart. When his tongue captured her nipple—sucking, rolling, sucking again—Hina’s breathing fractured under the relentless attention.
“Nn! Ah…!”
She strained against pinned wrists, but couldn’t escape. Meanwhile, his other hand toyed gently with her other nipple, tracing circles. Overwhelmed by sweet torment, Hina could no longer suppress her voice.
“N-no more…!”
Her nipples throbbed insistently as molten heat swelled from within.
“Ah… ah… no…!”
Though she shook her head in denial, her body disobeyed. The rising wave engulfed her like a broken dam.
“Ahh! N-not… like this…! Ah!”
Toes curled, back arched. Her vision blurred as the world’s edges dissolved. Still cradled at her breast, Hina shuddered—and fell over the edge.
“Just from your breasts… Adorable.”
The whisper mingled with her panting stoked the lingering heat. Pleasure’s aftershocks still resonated in her core. She trembled, closing her eyes against the onslaught of shame and excitement.
(This wasn’t… supposed to…)
Finally her wrists were freed—but no strength remained to flee. Or perhaps… she longed too deeply for his warmth.
Before she could steady her breath, Keiichiro’s hands found the lower half of her work attire. With a silken whisper of fabric, it slid to her feet. Now only thin undergarments covered her lower half—legs exposed to chilly air that made her shiver.
Then fingertips brushed her inner thigh. Even through cloth, her hidden heat and dampness were palpable. Each slow stroke made her flinch.
“…This part’s honest too.”
His murmur seemed to crawl across her skin. Keiichiro shifted smoothly to lie beside her, curling around her back. When arms enveloped her from behind, Hina’s shoulders jumped.
“…Don’t run.”
That whispered command made her heart leap. Without allowing resistance, his hand slipped beneath her undergarments.
“W-wait… no…!”
Her pathetic protest went unanswered as fabric was eased aside, one hand tracing her folds while the other cupped her breast.
“Ah! Nn…!”
Dual assaults made her writhe. Fresh from climax, every touch burned more intensely. With no escape, her toes quivered helplessly.
“Everywhere… so hot and honest.”
The voice at her ear tickled her soul. Keiichiro’s fingers—slick with her nectar—parted swollen flesh with a lewd sound, pressing cautiously inward.
“Hah… nn…”
Perhaps only to the first knuckle. Yet that fingertip stroked inner walls, nudging upward in shallow, persistent thrusts. Each motion drew soft, wet sounds.
“Ah! Ah! N-no…!”
Her cries escaped unchecked, arms still pinned within his embrace. Under that teasing touch, her limp body surrendered to his rhythm. With each light contact, heat pooled and throbbed. Continuous stimulation built pleasure steadily higher.
“N-not… there… feels… strange…!”
Knees trembling, her body instinctively tried arching forward—only to be firmly restrained from behind. No escape. That sweet resignation swelled the rising tide.
“Hah… nn… ah! Ahh…!”
The mounting heat erupted. Back arched, toes pointed, body convulsing. As her head shook faintly, Hina was swallowed by a second climax.