“…You’re adorable. Reacting so honestly like this…”
Keiichiro gently stroked Hina’s trembling back.
Each time her heart wavered at his tenderness, her confusion deepened.
Was this punishment or forgiveness—she could no longer tell.
“Please… have mercy already…”
Fearing something might break if this continued, Hina pleaded in a fragile voice.
“Mercy? For what?”
Keiichiro’s tone shifted slightly.
Catching her breath, Hina forced out trembling words.
“Surely… this is enough… What could you possibly gain from punishing me further…?”
Silence fell.
The next moment, what landed on Hina’s back was a strangely lonely sigh.
“Punishment, huh—”
That low murmur stirred something deep in Hina’s chest.
Through her back, she sensed Keiichiro’s presence change subtly.
The air grew taut.
—She’d angered him.
The hands supporting her from behind moved to her shoulders and waist.
“If you call this punishment, then I must punish you more thoroughly.”
“Eh…?”
Her body was pulled and turned as if by force.
Before she knew it, she was on all fours, face down against the futon.
“Ah… w-wait, sto—”
Shame and confusion welled up from her chest.
With hands planted on the futon and face lowered, she felt Keiichiro’s presence against her back.
Her undergarments had already fallen to the futon, leaving her exposed between her trembling thighs.
(This position… it’s so embarrassing…!)
Unable to bear the shame, she squeezed her eyes shut.
Yet she couldn’t resist.
“…Your back is beautiful too.”
The whispered words seeped into her ears like a curse.
From behind, a hand—gentle yet insistent—caressed her waist.
Lips touched near her shoulder blade.
Warm breath grazed her back, making Hina flinch.
(Even there…)
Face still lowered, cheeks burning, she surrendered to the presence behind her.
Soon, the lips admiring her back withdrew.
The rustle of fabric told her Keiichiro had removed his yukata.
Then heated bare skin pressed against her back as Keiichiro’s body quietly merged with hers.
A hand slid around to her chest, cupping and kneading gently, stealing Hina’s breath.
“…Nn…”
The next instant, something touched near her hips.
—It was Keiichiro, already hardened with desire.
(N-no… not like this…)
Yet her body responded truthfully.
Fingers weak, knees trembling, maintaining this position alone took all her strength.
With each kiss to her back, each caress to her chest, something within Hina crumbled.
“Shall we… begin?”
The low whisper sent shivers through her ears.
Though phrased as a question, his movements held no hesitation.
Without waiting for an answer, Keiichiro aligned himself with her entrance.
Skin slid slickly against skin as damp heat transferred between them.
Then, with gradual pressure, he pushed inward, sinking deeper into Hina.
“Ah… aah…!”
Heat unmistakably filled her.
Unlike that night.
Deeper. More intense. More consuming…
Horrified at her own acceptance yet trembling at the sensation, Hina quivered.
(No… this shouldn’t…)
But her body betrayed her, responding to the heat.
With each slow withdrawal and thrust, warmth kindled inside her.
“Hah… so tight. Inside, you’re burning…”
Shame surged at his words from behind.
The moment she shut her eyes in embarrassment, a deep thrust made her bury her face in the pillow.
“Nnnn…!!”
Muffling sounds against the pillow, yet something remained unbearable.
The wet sounds accompanying each movement only heightened the pleasure.
Keiichiro moved with rhythmic, wave-like motions.
Shallow, deep, pushing, pulling—gradually building swells of pleasure within Hina.
“Ah, n-no… not so…!”
Even restrained moans escaped her lips.
Each deep stroke brought sweet constriction, making her core throb.
Keiichiro’s hands pulled her hips back firmly.
Slickly, he sheathed himself fully, making Hina arch her neck.
“Aah… no, not so… deep…!”
Her tearful pleas went unheeded; the movements only intensified.
With each impact, sweet numbness raced through her body.
Clutching the futon, shoulders shaking, Hina was swept under wave after wave.
Each climax brought another surge without respite.
Under unrelenting pleasure, even breathing grew difficult.
Reason and shame scattered like leaves in wind.
Only pleasure’s tide and the man’s heat remained.
The waves grew larger, her body beginning to tremble.
“N-no… ah, aah… enough…!”
Spilling incoherent words,
Hina rocked her hips, arched her back, reaching climax again and again.
Each peak brought another wave.
Unable to keep up with the given ecstasy.
How many times? She’d lost count.
Only sweet numbness and melting resolve remained—
Surrendering to the warmth, Hina whispered faintly.
“…Master…”
Resigned, she called him thus.
“No longer ‘Master.’ …Call me Keiichiro.”
Breathing roughly, he quietly commanded.
The words held both authority and sorrow.
Regret for lost years and irretrievable time seemed to seep through.
“…Keiichiro…sama…”
Eyes closed, trembling, she spoke his name.
With feelings long buried in her heart.
A voice so fragile it might break.
Yet within it lay emotions deeper than she’d ever shown.
“Ah… Hina…”
Keiichiro’s whisper soaked deep and gentle into Hina’s heart.