Later.
With summer vacation coming to an end in just a few days, Kotaro had finished moving into Misaki's house. They had given the leftover furniture to his relatives, and surprisingly, the final amount of belongings they'd settled on was remarkably small.
It felt almost like newlyweds, he thought.
With Misaki's help, the moving process had felt strangely like a married couple moving together. Despite the sweat, she spread smiles to the movers, worked briskly, and was truly lovely.
By the time they finished moving, it was evening, and the two of them were sprawled out in the air-conditioned living room, utterly exhausted.
"Kotaro."
"Yes, what is it?"
As Misaki leaned over him on the sofa, half-asleep, he was struck by her beauty. She patted his thigh and whispered:
"Welcome home."
"...Yes. Let's take good care of each other from today onward."
They exchanged smiles, and Kotaro gently stroked Misaki's bright brown hair. Misaki's eyes narrowed in contentment as she murmured, "Mmm," and wrapped her arms around him from the side.
"Nyuh... From now on, we can really do whatever we want, huh?"
"Once university starts, things will probably be different, but for the rest of summer, we don't have to worry about time."
Since they were prioritizing the time they spent together, neither Kotaro nor Misaki had any plans for the remaining days of summer vacation.
"Nyuh... I can't wait."
"...Right."
Misaki's eyes narrowed happily as she kissed his cheek. Kotaro's eyes widened. She grinned mischievously and began placing kisses along his ear and the back of his neck.
"Kotaro's sweat... Mmm, smooch..."
"Ugh... Oh...!"
Her troublesome breaths seeped into his skin. Misaki's right hand stroked Kotaro's back, while her left hand playfully groped his lower abdomen.
"Misaki-senpai...! You're being too... too...!"
"Hmm? Really? Nefufufu..."
Her slender fingers traced the bulge in his thin half-pants with amusement. Squish, squish-squish... Her fingers glided from base to tip, and her nails lightly scratched his glans.
Oh, no. She's going too far.
It was a crude thought, but Misaki only laughed in delight. No problem there.
"Misaki-senpai...!"
"Mmm...?"
As he grabbed her slim wrist and tried to push her down onto the sofa—Rrrumble!—Kotaro's stomach growled.
"Huh...? Ahahaha, Kotaro, what a perfect time to—"
Misaki burst into giggles, but then her own stomach let out a cute, puppy-like Rrrumble!
Both of them blinked, wide-eyed, in unison.
Eventually, they burst out laughing simultaneously. They laughed and laughed, sharing a hearty chuckle before gently bumping their foreheads together.
"We should eat first," Misaki said.
"Right," I agreed.
We exchanged smiles and kissed.
*****
We'd cooked together a few times before, but doing it now that we were living together felt different. This wasn't a special event when we visited one another's homes; this was becoming our daily routine. The realization filled me with overwhelming joy. Even Misaki's smile seemed softer than usual, and I knew I would only keep falling deeper in love with her.
After a leisurely meal, we naturally settled side by side on the sofa. Misaki nuzzled me like a kitten, her cuteness making my heart both calm and race wildly.
"Kotaro, Kotaro."
"Yes, what is it?"
Misaki wrapped her soft, pillowy breasts around Kotaro's arm and gazed at him with delight. Maybe she's trying to kill me slowly, one second at a time.
"I was thinking about when we visited my parents' house again..." Misaki murmured softly.
Over the past few days, Misaki had repeatedly recounted her visit to her parents' house. She must have been overjoyed. Each time, she approached the story from a slightly different angle, making it engaging, and above all, she spoke with such adorable enthusiasm. How cute... Kotaro thought, smiling as he listened. Then, out of nowhere, she would say bluntly, "Kotaro, you're the best because you always listen with a smile." At those moments, he wished he had a hundred and fifty synonyms for "cute" to describe her.
"...? Misaki-senpai, what's wrong?"
I thought she was about to start chatting casually, but instead, her thin lips began to twist and turn. Tilting her head, Misaki slowly glanced up at me.
"...You do treasure me, don't you? Mmmfufu..."
Her radiant smile made her look so adorable, so utterly adorable.
"...Yes, of course. ..."
"...Kotaro? What's wrong?"
"Whenever I'm with Misaki-senpai, I don't even have a moment to bask in the lingering cuteness before the next wave of adorableness crashes over me... What am I even saying?"
"I'm glad you calmed down..."
We chuckled softly, smiling at each other.
"Oh, right..." Misaki grinned mischievously and tightened her embrace. My left arm was enveloped in an incredibly soft sensation.
"Since we're living together now, can't we drop the formalities this time?"
"Wah?! N-no, I still can't do that!"
"Buhf?!"
The mix of "can't" and "can't do it" created a rather peculiar phrase.
Kotaro thought, She's a little off today, but instead of commenting on her rudeness, he simply pressed his lips to mine. His fingers wandered tenderly over my hair, ears, nape of the neck, and throat, sending shivers down my spine.
"Mmmf... chuu, chupi... heah? Ah, nnn, mmmf..."
In return, I stroked Misaki's cheeks and the back of her neck, the cloyingly sweet voice resonating in my mouth growing even sweeter. I sucked her tongue with a cute chuuum sound, my small tongue licking along her upper and lower teeth.
"Mmm... Hnn...?"
I gently pushed Misaki down, flooding her mouth with plenty of saliva. Her erotic moans—mmh, mmm...—as she swallowed my fluids made my lower abdomen swell with arousal.
"...Pfft. Misaki-senpai...! ...Wait, what?"
Just as I was about to start, a finger pressed firmly against my lips. Misaki's cheeks flushed crimson as she averted her gaze.
"...Kotaro, um, today... can I properly prepare?"
"Huh?"
This was the first time Misaki had ever spoken to him like this. Unless he was sweating profusely, Kotaro had always readily—albeit sometimes bashfully—yielded when he asked. Why is she suddenly...? he wondered. But today marked the anniversary of their move-in together. Perhaps she had something specific in mind.
"...Alright. I'll get ready... I think..."
A firm grip closed around the swelling in his groin, fingers stroking and kneading. The unexpected stimulation sent shivers through his body, already trembling from arousal, as pre-cum began to pool in his underwear.
"...You really intend to get ready?"
"Yeah, but... Kotaro's penis is being so... assertive. I couldn't resist touching it."
"...You're going to attack me?"
"...That's really off-limits. If Kotaro scolds me, I'll melt into a puddle instantly. ...Actually, I already am."
"..."
Kotaro glanced down at Misaki's lower body. He imagined the inside of her miniskirt was probably damp with a lewd heat.
"...Hey, hey, move it, move it!"
"Mmm... Huh?"
Embarrassed, Misaki pressed her small palm firmly against Kotaro's cheek.
*****
At Misaki's request, they decided to shower separately. She insisted that Kotaro go first. Feeling a sense of novelty, he quickly washed away his sweat, wrapped a towel around his waist, and returned to the bedroom/living space.
"Ah, you're done?"
Misaki sat on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed. Though she was wearing her usual T-shirt and miniskirt, she seemed somehow softer and more alluring than usual. Just her gaze, flickering upward from beneath her lashes, made the inside of his towel grow warm and moist.
"Oh? Hmph... You're so impatient."
Misaki, still seated on the bed, smiled as she gazed at Kotaro's lower abdomen. She had a certain premonition that he was about to do something, that he was about to give her something.
"Hmph..."
Her cat-like eyes narrowed, and slender fingers reached out.
"Ugh..."
He groaned as her fingers poked at his erect penis. Clutching Misaki's shoulders as if seeking support, he licked his lips and stared at her. Her bewitching expression made his throat bob.
"Kotaro's penis can't hold back, huh? I still need to take a shower, you know."
Her fingers flicked his shaft—tsch, tsch, tsch—while her hands groped him all over. Even through the thick towel, his hips bucked uncontrollably.
"Ugh... Misaki-senpai, you're just too erotic. It's your fault."
"Mmmfufu... I see, I see. So this is what they mean by 'erotic'..."
As their sticky conversation continued, Misaki parted her small lips and took the swollen end of the towel between them with a pop.
"Mmmfuu... Nngh, amu, amu, mmmfuuu..."
"O... Oooooh..."
Through the towel, he felt the soft pressure of her lips. The glans, stimulated by her lover's mouth, overflowed with pre-cum with a wet squelch. The swollen mass grew larger and larger, its size so immense it was a wonder it fit inside Misaki's small mouth.
"M-Misaki-senpai...?"
He thought she would pull away immediately, but she didn't stop. She gripped his hand tightly, her expression dreamy as she continued sucking on the shaft.
Misaki's eyes widened at Kotaro's call.
"...That was too close! I got too carried away..."
"It wasn't just dangerous—it was completely over the line..."
If Kotaro had removed the towel, she would have immediately started giving him a sloppy blowjob.
"Senior Misaki, you're being too erotic. Can I push you down now?"
"Mmm... Not yet..."
Misaki stood up, groping her crotch, and grinned mischievously.
"Well, just wait a bit longer. Don't do it alone, okay?"
"I-I won't...!"
Her unexpectedly blunt remark caught him off guard.
As they spoke, Misaki sat down on the bed, then left the living room. Soon after, the sound of the shower came through.
"...This is affecting me more than I thought..."
Having never waited for his lover to finish showering before, Misaki was sure to pull some kind of trick. He couldn't wait. His body burned with lewd anticipation, the bulge in his towel refusing to subside.
"Ah..."
Suddenly, he noticed the tip of the bulge was damp. It wasn't pre-cum, but Misaki's saliva. Her bodily fluids clung thickly to him. His throat worked audibly, his lower abdomen twitched, and his pre-cum dripped and seeped. The woman's saliva mixed obscenely with the man's pre-cum.
This is too much...!
Making love to Misaki was always enjoyable, but today felt different. The intense anticipation made his heart race relentlessly.