Fingertips traced insistently yet tenderly over the peaks.
As both breasts were caressed simultaneously, Hina’s body jerked in response. A suppressed sigh escaped her throat, laced with heat.
“Nn… hah…”
“You’re sensitive… How adorable.”
With a voice full of affection, his hands slid around her back.
Was this really okay?—Hina knew nothing of the ways of intimacy.
All she could do now was surrender herself to Keiichiro.
His hand slipped quietly between the folds of her yukata. The moment his fingers grazed her skin, Hina’s shoulders trembled.
Slowly, as if parting fabric, he bared her upper body. Moonlight cast a faint glow over her pale skin. How must she look in Keiichiro’s eyes right now?
Overcome with embarrassment, she instinctively crossed her arms to cover herself—but Keiichiro’s hand caught her wrists before she could.
“…Let me see you. Don’t hide.”
His voice, low and sweet, was so gentle it left no room for refusal, carrying an irresistible heat.
Keiichiro’s lips touched her neck again. Slowly, tenderly, they traced her collarbone before finally reaching her chest.
“Hah… ah…”
A hot breath escaped her, flushing her cheeks. Even if she averted her gaze, the shame wouldn’t fade.
But the moment Keiichiro’s tongue lightly flicked over her nipple, an unfamiliar sensation surged from deep within her body.
“Ah… ahn!”
Unlike the earlier caresses of his fingers, the wet touch of his tongue was different. Each time his soft tongue insistently teased that sensitive spot, Hina’s body reacted on its own.
Eventually, his lips withdrew, and the sash of her yukata slid loose.
The fabric fluttered down, leaving her completely bare.
Keiichiro, still straddling her, removed his own sleeping robe, revealing his upper body as well.
Though she had seen his toned form many times before…
Now, lying beneath him in the dimly lit room, her heart pounded.
Soon, nothing stood between them, their skin pressed flush against each other.
The warmth of their dampened skin transferred directly, intensifying the intimacy.
That closeness only further unsettled Hina’s heart.
(Master… so warm…)
Keiichiro’s lips descended upon her nipple once more.
Less a kiss than a transfer of heat, his tongue and lips caressed her gently yet persistently.
At the same time, his hand brushed against her thigh, gliding smoothly inward.
“Ngh…!”
Her body twitched. But his palm didn’t let her escape, instead guiding his fingers tenderly toward her most hidden place.
His touch was as delicate as handling glasswork, yet unmistakably deliberate, seeking out her warmth without hesitation.
With each stroke, the throbbing inside Hina grew stronger.
“Hina…”
Her heart leapt at the whisper of her name, her chest tightening sharply.
Then, Keiichiro’s fingertips finally touched the slick heat between her legs.
“So wet already… You’re adorable.”
Deliberately, he showed her his glistening fingers, stoking her shame.
She hadn’t even realized how drenched she was—her nectar dripped thickly down his fingers.
“N-no… not like that…”
She shook her head instinctively, but Keiichiro’s hand didn’t stop.
Each slow stroke over her slick folds sent tremors through her body, heat threatening to spill from between her thighs.
After teasing the outer edges a few times, his finger gradually pressed inside.
“Ah… ah!”
Hina’s entire body jolted.
Her soft inner walls clenched as if rejecting the intrusion, and each time his finger stretched her further, a dull ache spread through her.
A deep, heavy throb pulsed within, making her hips instinctively pull back.
“Does it hurt…?”
Keiichiro’s voice was surprisingly tender.
Yet his hand didn’t withdraw. Gently restraining her retreating hips, he waited patiently until she could accept him.
Hina shook her head.
Biting her lip, she fought back the tears welling in her eyes.
“It… hurts. But… I want Master to… touch me…”
Her voice was small, but it carried all the resolve she could muster.
In response, Keiichiro softly pressed his lips to her forehead.
“…I’ll be gentle.”
With those words, he slowly pushed his finger deeper.
Squelch…
A single knuckle slid in with a wet sound.
She could feel his breath hitch slightly as he explored her untouched depths for the first time.
His finger didn’t move—just stayed there, letting her adjust to the unfamiliar sensation.
Yet even that was enough to make her thighs tremble, her body overwhelmed by the intrusion.
“I’ll stretch you… little by little…”
As he spoke, he slowly withdrew his finger, then pushed back in.
Squelch…
The lewd sound echoed obscenely in the quiet room.
“Ngh… no… the sound…!”
Her face burned crimson as she covered her eyes with the back of her hand.
“Don’t be embarrassed… Your body is responding beautifully.”
His whisper was endlessly tender—which only made the heat in her chest grow fiercer.
Shame and confusion outweighed the pleasure. But amidst it all, a tiny sprout of certainty took root—the certainty of being loved.
When a second finger joined the first, Hina gasped softly.
“Ah… nnngh…!”
Her hips stiffened at the sensation of her tight entrance being stretched further.
Her inner walls were pressed, released, until the dull ache spread deeper inside.
“Does it feel too much…?”
“…Just… a little. But… I’ll endure it.”
Her voice trembled, yet it held firm resolve.
Keiichiro’s fingers began moving slowly, carefully, as if acclimating her.
With each motion, wet sounds filled the air—squelch, squelch—accompanied by Hina’s shaky breaths.
“A little more… Then you’ll be ready.”
Those words warmed her more than anything.
Pain, shame, and the desperate wish for Keiichiro’s touch all swirled in her chest.
Gradually, her body began to accept his fingers, just a little.
“Are you scared?”
Keiichiro asked softly. Though trembling, Hina met his gaze and answered in a voice laced with exhilaration.
“…I-I’ll be okay.”
At her words, he withdrew his fingers and spread her legs wider.
She felt as if her nectar was trickling down behind her.
When she glanced down, she saw Keiichiro’s arousal standing proud and unyielding.
A man’s hardness—far hotter, firmer, and larger than she had ever imagined.
(…That… is going inside me…?)
Hina couldn’t help but hold her breath.