Chapter 173: Wrapped Inside a Dark-Skinned Gal (*Urume — Hand)

Urume spread out the hem of her wool loungewear and told me to get inside. For a moment, my head was completely filled with question marks.

"L-Like I said! Um, I'm telling you to put your head in here, Sousuke."

She explained again, looking thoroughly embarrassed.

"I-I see...?"

It was a bit unorthodox, but I guessed it meant she wanted me to embrace her.

By framing it as a request, she was granting me permission to touch her. Realizing that made my heart start pounding.

"Now that you get it, I'd appreciate it if you hurried up..."

Urume's eyes were moist.

I hurriedly stepped closer to her. Bending forward slightly, I tucked my head inside the hem of her top just as she had instructed.

The first thing I registered was her body heat. It felt like the cozy warmth that gathers after you've pulled a blanket completely over your head for a while. I felt that trapped, human-warmed heat right against my cheeks.

As I inhaled that warmed air, a vaguely sweet scent flooded my nasal passages. But before I could even get flustered by Shoubu's scent, two massive shocks hit me.

The first was that Shoubu wasn't wearing a bra. As I gradually lifted my head to explore the inside of her loungewear, I realized this when my head bumped against the squishy softness of two distinct masses.

The second was the sheer allure of her healthily tanned, dark ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) skin. Of course, that was something visible even from a distance. But up close, the impact and emotional awe were on a completely different level.

It was like the difference between looking at a picture of a breathtaking view versus witnessing that scenery with your own eyes. I was forced to understand that knowing something is beautiful and actually experiencing that beauty are two entirely separate things.

"Hey... Sousuke, are you breathing?"

Urume's worried voice drifted down from above. Startled, I resumed breathing. It seemed I had forgotten to take a breath entirely.

"S-Sorry... I'm fine."

"Ngh... Ah, now your breathing is way too heavy!"

Resuming my breath made me pant heavily as I tried to claw back the missing oxygen. When my hot breath hit Urume, she writhed plaintively, causing her big breasts to sway with a distinct bounce. That only stoked my excitement further.

Perhaps that was why—or maybe it was just perfect timing—she reached down toward my groin.

"S-Sousuke... Y-You're already huge, aren't you?"

She was clearly trying to sound nonchalant, but her voice pitched high. She wasn't used to this kind of thing either.

Despite her lack of experience, she was trying her best to challenge herself. That sentiment made me happy.

"...Isn't this exactly what you planned, Urume?"

"W-Well, yeah? Class Rep told me, you know? She said, 'Think about what your own weapons are and make good use of them!' So I figured my weapons had to be my boobs and my skin."

So she had told me to climb inside her loungewear precisely to flaunt those two traits right in my face. The effect was super effective, but...

...Huh? If that was the case, something was a little strange.

"Wait, but if that's all it was, I could have just looked at you from close up..."

While it was true that sticking my head into her loungewear created an incredible sense of intimacy.

"Anyway, anyway! More importantly, Sousuke, this posture makes it hard to do a lot of things... Can you pull out a chair?"

Since it wasn't something worth pressing her on, I decided not to pursue it.

"Yeah, got it."

Just as she said, I was crouching halfway down, and maintaining this for a long time would be painful. I placed a chair right behind myself. Inventory really was convenient.

"Ah, wait a second... Ngh... It's hard because I can't see well... Oh, looks like I got it."

Though Urume struggled slightly, she managed to pull down my pants and strip off my underwear as well. To an outsider, this would probably look incredibly comical... No, maybe the act itself was inherently ridiculous to look at from the beginning. There was no one else around anyway. As long as the two people involved were happy, that was all that mattered.

"Kya...! Huh... S-Seriously...? This... just from me?"

The moment Urume touched mine, a high-pitched squeak escaped her lips, and then she murmured in utter amazement.

"...Seems so."

"I've been hearing stories here and there, but... this is a monster, isn't it?"

"If that's the case, Dr. Chiyu is the one who created the monster."

Having repeatedly received her healing and enhancement magic, my natural size and endurance had increased.

"Once you know about this, isn't it impossible to handle anyone else's? Well, I guess nobody else has any interest in other guys anyway... Gulp."

Urume swallowed hard.

"Um, okay, Sousuke... Sit down?"

"Yeah, sure."

As I sat down, Urume climbed onto my lap. Her soft buttocks rested firmly on top of my thighs.

Instantly, my face was enveloped by her fluffy, massive breasts. And underneath, Urume's slender hand began to stroke the rod at my groin.

"Are you okay? Sousuke, can you breathe?"

"Yeah. What about you, Urume? Is this posture hard on you?"

"Totally okay. Besides, it's actually just right if I can't really see it right now..."

Hearing her faint murmur, the pieces clicked together.

Urume loved to tease, but she wasn't experienced. Showing me her skin was one thing, but she still lacked the courage to look directly at my piece.

In this position, the puffed-out loungewear kept my groin hidden from her sight. I see, so that's what this was about, I thought.

"...Hey, it's a bit weird to say this in this state, but you don't have to force yourself."

"Huh? Hmm. Well, honestly, I think you're pretty great, Sousuke."

Urume confessed.

"I-I see."

Even in a situation like this, I still ended up getting flustered.

"But, hmm, even if I tell you I like you, it kind of sounds fake, doesn't it?"

Urume said, sounding unconfident.

"Why? Because a gal would never like an otaku?"

"What's with that prejudice? That's hilarious."

She actually found it funny. That was enough joking around; it was time to speak from the heart.

"If you tell me something that makes me that happy, I won't think it's a lie."

"I-I see... Yeah. Thanks. Then I'll say it properly later. But before that, for now... let's get you off, okay?"

With that, Urume started moving her hand.

The youthful, romantic atmosphere that had been building vanished in an instant. Well, considering we were tangled together in such an odd posture, there wasn't much room for elegant sentimentality anyway.

"I asked Shion in the bath, you know? About the kind of movements you like."

Besides, I wasn't exactly in a position to turn down her offer. Urume's movements were rapidly growing more skillful.

Shion's handiwork in teaching her my preferences certainly played a part, but it was mostly a testament to Urume's own adaptability. Buried between her dark twin mounds, I was swept toward the peak of pleasure in no time at all.

Her movements were just that deft, and she was just that captivating.

"Ah... This is the part where it comes out, right? Okay. Go ahead and dye my skin pure white with yours, Sousuke."

Hearing her whisper words like that was more than I could take.

"Ghh... Urume...!"

"Ah... Yes. Let it all out, Sousuke. Look at that—splurt, squirt, squi-i-irt!"

Driven entirely by instinct, I rocked my hips and expelled my essence. With each spasmodic shudder, I could feel the white fluid shooting out alongside a staggering amount of pleasure. It didn't just coat Urume's hand; it felt like it was flying even further.

"Splurt, splurt... Wow, that's incredible... It flew all the way up to my stomach and belly button... There, squirt, squirt, squirt..."

Was it just my imagination, or did Urume's body temperature feel even hotter than before?

"Hey, Sousuke, can I look at your face?"

Since she asked, I gave a nod with my hazy head.

Urume gently lifted the loungewear, releasing my upper body. The room temperature suddenly felt remarkably cool.

"Wow... Your face is completely melted... My hand was really that good?"

Looking at my face, Urume's expression softened with deep satisfaction. She looked genuinely amused, and her eyes seemed to sparkle.

"Oh man... I think I understand what everyone was talking about now. When I think about the fact that I made you make a face like this... it gives me such a sense of achievement... and besides..."

Urume stared at me from point-blank range and softly pressed her lips against mine.

"Sousuke, you're so-o cute."

Smiling mischievously, Urume looked more lovely than ever, radiating an almost bewitching charm.

If an inexperienced but teasing dark-skinned gal keeps racking up experience from here on out... she's going to turn into an incredibly formidable rival, I thought to myself with a dazed mind.