Chapter 463

"No... what are you doing...! I said, what are you doing...!"

"Why are you whining again?"

"I'm not whining... Hng...! Why do you keep touching me there...! Ah, it feels weird...! Stop it...!"

Hiyori threw her head back, her voice steadily rising as her complaints escalated.

Warmth radiated against my hand as I touched her lower half.

Seeing a fresh slick of arousal, I slowly and teasingly stroked her folds, sustaining her cresting pleasure before it could fade.

"Haa... Haa... Ngh...!"

It was beautiful how she clutched her head, completely at a loss for what to do.

She let her tongue peek out from her lips, no longer able to hold onto her reason. The sight reignited my fading lust.

"Huu... Hu... N-no...!"

Hiyori pushed at my chest just as I was about to start again.

Looking down at her as she put up a tearful defense despite her exhaustion, I asked.

"Why? Does it hurt?"

"It's not that, sunbae-nim, there's stuff on it...!"

"What's on it?"

"Cum...!"

Compared to the other heroines who would vaguely dance around such words, Hiyori was remarkably blunt.

She was just as embarrassed, but man... she really knew how to get straight to the point.

"So?"

"Not 'so'...! If you put it in like that..."

"Afraid you'll get pregnant?"

"Y-yeah..."

"I doubt it'll fertilize anything with just this much getting inside."

"That's what guys always say...! I won't fall for it! And fertilize... don't say it so openly...!"

"Isn't it less explicit than 'pregnancy'?"

"No, it isn't! Anyway, no...!"

Since she was so turned on, I figured I could just slip it in unnoticed, but I had underestimated her.

Her understanding of sexual consequences was pretty solid.

However, there was one thing Hiyori was overlooking.

Namely, that I had been eagerly rubbing her pussy with the very same hand I'd used to wipe off my cum.

I wanted to tell her the truth to tease her, but she'd probably throw a fit, so I decided to let it slide.

"Then what should we do? Want me to touch you more?"

"...What are you saying...! Let's stop here for today..."

'For today,' she said.

It left the door open. I suppose her first time hadn't been too bad.

"Then are you going to wash up?"

"Yes..."

"Let's wash together."

"W-what did you say...?"

Hiyori's eyes widened at my utterly nonchalant suggestion.

I shrugged as if asking what the problem was, stepped off the bed, and pulled Hiyori by the arm.

"We can just take a shower while the tub fills up."

"N-no...! No no...! Wait a minute...!"

"Why? Do you want to rest a bit first?"

"It's not that... why are you saying it like it's a given...!"

Unlike Chinami, who was the epitome of a blank white canvas, Hiyori had probably heard things from her friends and judged this situation to be abnormal.

This was why you shouldn't keep bad influences around... I needed to realign our Hiyori's sexual common sense.

"This is normal for me."

"No... this is ridiculous... People don't usually do that."

"I wouldn't know. And just because other people don't do it, does that mean we shouldn't?"

"Not exactly, but... ah, why do you always leave me with nothing to say...!"

I slid my hands under Hiyori's legs and waist as she pouted and whined.

Before she could say another word, I effortlessly hoisted her into my arms. "Ah!! My panties...! Put me down...! Put me down!"

Carrying her as she frantically struggled to cover her lower half, I headed for the bathroom.

Hiyori glared at me with a humiliated expression.

It was funny seeing her stand there so stiffly, covering her crotch and her bra-clad chest.

Come to think of it, Miyuki, Renka, and Chinami had been exactly like this too.

They didn't mind showing or being touched down below, but they were incredibly shy about their breasts.

I didn't know why. Perhaps unlike down below, it was an area where they could easily track my gaze, doubling their embarrassment.

Finding it cute how Hiyori stubbornly kept her eyes glued above my waist to my t-shirt, absolutely refusing to look at my naked lower half as if it would kill her, I turned on the faucet.

Sssshhhh—!

A strong stream of water poured from the showerhead.

For a love hotel, the water pressure was surprisingly strong.

After checking the water temperature and nodding in approval, I looked back at the sullen Hiyori and motioned with my chin toward the small stool in front of me.

"What are you doing? Aren't you coming?"

"As if I'd go over there...!"

"Then I'm going into the tub. Want to wash by yourself?"

"Why don't you just leave...?"

If she really wanted to wash alone, she could have just walked out.

The fact that she was staying rooted to the spot despite seeing my stubbornness meant she was actually tempted.

She was just too embarrassed to show me her naked body, leaving her paralyzed with indecision.

Chuckling at how utterly transparent she was, I looked over at the bathroom light switches.

True to its nature as a love hotel designed for various moods, there was a dimmer switch right there inside the bathroom.

Dialing the lights down as low as they could go, I looked back at Hiyori and spoke firmly.

"Sit."

"....."

Relieved now that it was dim enough to barely make out our surroundings, Hiyori finally abandoned her corner and cautiously stepped forward.

"I want to eat something sweet..."

Settling onto the small stool, she immediately began craving sugar.

Gently stroking her sweat-dampened hair, I asked.

"Like what?"

"Anything... but you aren't actually planning to wash me, right...?"

"I am."

"W-why would you go out of your way to do that...?"

"Because I want to."

"You're truly impossible... Hyaak!?"

Hiyori, who had been complaining in near resignation, suddenly jolted.

She must have felt something hard brush against her back.

Her whole body was completely sensitized. It wouldn't be a bad idea to do it right here.

Before she could complain again, I quickly aimed the showerhead at the back of her head. The hot water cascaded down her long hair, warming her chilled body.

"Is the temperature okay?"

"...Yes. But my underwear is going to get ruined..."

"You weren't planning on taking it off anyway."

"That's true... ah, don't look in the mirror...!"

"I couldn't see your body even if I looked."

"What do you mean!"

Why was she getting so defensive?

Did she misinterpret 'I can't see your body' as an insult to her figure?

"I mean it's too dark to see."

"....."

Seeing her snap her mouth shut, I knew I'd hit the nail on the head.

It was absurd that she was still so self-conscious about her figure at a time like this.

"You're quite skilled. Have you done this a lot?"

Hiyori piped up as I was massaging the crown of her head with my fingertips, soaking her hair.

She was probing to see if I'd done this kind of thing with Miyuki.

Wanting to see how she'd react, I decided to walk right into her trap.

"Not a lot, just a little."

"A little? How many times?"

"Ten times?"

"Ten times...? How is that a little...!"

"It's not exactly a lot."

"Yeah right...! That is a lot...!"

Her jealousy was so adorable I wanted to bite her.

I answered with a mix of a snort and a chuckle. Once her hair was fully soaked, I swept the long strands over one shoulder.

Then, sliding a hand down her pale shoulder, I caressed her neck.

"What are you doing...?"

As she asked that naive question, I trailed my hand over her cleavage, sliding down past the side of her breast and wrapping around her waist.

"Eep...!"

Hiyori squirmed as my hand brushed against her sensitive skin.

Letting her whines about why I was tormenting her again go in one ear and out the other, I slid my hand down to her lower abdomen and pressed down firmly.

"Hyaah...!"

Hiyori's upper body instantly jerked forward.

Seeing her body trembling violently in that position, it was clear she was still heavily aroused.

Realizing this was going to be easier than I thought, I remarked offhandedly.

"Pervert."

"H-how am I...! A pervert...! Sunbae-nim, you're the per— Ah! Why are you pulling me up...! You're trying to touch me there, aren't you...!"

"Can you be quiet for a second?"

"No...! If you don't stop, I'll keep talking— Hyat!?"

The moment my hand slipped between her folds and began to move, Hiyori—who I had pulled halfway to a stand—jerked, her plump rear brushing lightly against my groin.

Relishing the incredibly soft sensation of her ass against me, I raised the showerhead over her shoulder and let the hot water wash over her body.

This was definitely better than making her climax humiliatingly on the bed.

"Ahng...! W-wait... Matsu... Aah...?!"

She started letting out breathless moans, entirely oblivious to the way her body was undulating.

Toying with her hot, slick flesh to degrade her, I nonchalantly replied.

"What is it?"

"Stop... stop...! Huu...! It's weird...!"

"What's weird? Me doing this?"

"It's not that... my mind is..."

"What's wrong with your mind?"

"I can't explain it right now... Hyaah...! You jerk..."

The wet, squelching sensation was incredible.

Watching Hiyori lift one leg as pleasure completely overwhelmed her half-hearted resistance was incredible too...

This kind of play wasn't bad at all. If I tried a slightly more forceful version of this on Renka, it would probably make for a very entertaining scene.

"I-I really can't...! Matsumatsu...! I'm..."

Was she already on the verge of cumming?

The sight of her reaching back to weakly grip my arm, her thighs trembling with tension, was as pitiful as it was beautiful.

"Aaaah...!!!"

A loud, piercing moan tore from Hiyori's lips as she braced her other hand against the wall.

Her legs shook violently as if she'd wet herself, and a searing heat clamped down on the fingers buried deep inside her.

Washing away the juices flooding out of her climaxing body with the shower stream, I continued to thoroughly ravish Hiyori right through the aftershocks of her orgasm.