Chapter 503

"Wait...! Matsuda-kun...! I-if we're going to do it, at least do it in the back..."

Perhaps feeling the sensation of my length sliding between her thighs, Miyuki pointed toward the backseat with great urgency.

She seemed worried that someone might see us through the untinted front windows.

Since I had already taken that into consideration and brought us to a highly secluded area, I flatly refused Miyuki's earnest plea.

"No."

"No... Why are you acting like a child...!! Ah...! Wai—"

Miyuki's hand stretched far down past her lower back, reaching toward her own rear.

Seeing her fumble for a spot she couldn't possibly reach, I figured she must be quite desperate.

I could feel Miyuki's plump, soft flesh right against the tip.

I couldn't stop now.

With that thought, I slipped aside the panties protecting her core and drove my lower half straight in.

"Hyaak...!!"

Miyuki's hips sank perfectly in time with my entry, while her upper body jerked sharply upward.

She threw her head back and shuddered, seemingly far more aroused than I expected.

Miyuki and I had done this in various places before.

However, we had never done it in a somewhat public place like this, where anyone could just peer in.

It seemed this tense situation, combined with my unusually aggressive attitude, was bringing Miyuki a different kind of pleasure.

She hugged the passenger seat headrest as if trying to crush it, the tight squeeze of her insides transmitting directly to me.

It was even tighter than usual. Miyuki seemed to secretly enjoy my sudden change in attitude, so I decided to keep going like this.

"Hut...!!"

I rocked my hips back and forth once, and Miyuki reacted in turn.

I forcefully pushed down Miyuki's raised leg. Then, arranging the hair that had fallen past her shoulders as if I were about to yank it,

"Wh-what are you..."

Taking advantage of the startled Miyuki turning her head toward me, I pulled my lower half back and thrust in with all my might.

"Aah...!!"

A moan that sounded like pain rang out, but I reckoned the emotion behind it was ninety percent pleasure.

"Why have you been acting up so much lately?"

Leaning my upper body over her shoulder, I whispered low. Already breathing heavily, Miyuki bit her lower lip hard.

"Wh-when did I ever...!"

"I don't like how aggressive your tone is."

"No... If you do this so suddenly... Ah! Matsuda-kun...! S-stop...!"

"You really want me to stop?"

"..."

Miyuki's mouth clamped shut in an instant, rendering her completely speechless.

I scoffed at her transparent coyness and said, "Why are you lying?"

"No... How could I say that to your face..."

"Say you were wrong."

"Wh-why should I...? The one in the wrong right now is Matsuda-kun... Hiyak...! Don't thrust so hard...!"

"Say it."

"Why are you being so scary... Hng...!!"

Various moans burst out of her, and every time they did, her insides squeezed tightly around my cock.

Rather than having awakened to this kind of fetish, it seemed she was just feeling it intensely as a one-time thing due to the novel pleasure, just as I had thought.

Whatever it was, I needed to engrave it into Miyuki's mind right now.

It was only right to let her know full well that I wasn't someone who always just yielded to her.

"Say it."

"I-I won't... I can't...!"

Smack!

"Aah...!"

I slammed my cock into her hard enough that the sound of our skin slapping against each other echoed loudly, causing Miyuki's head to droop heavily.

Thinking she looked incredibly erotic as she pressed her forehead firmly against the lowered backrest and trembled, I gripped her hips hard and continued.

"Say it."

"..."

"Not going to say it?"

"I... Um... I-I was wrong..."

She apologized in a voice laced with thick arousal.

Feeling an immense wave of satisfaction wash over me in that moment, I took a brief pause to catch my breath before placing my hand on Miyuki's waist and tapping it lightly.

"What were you wrong about?"

When I gave off the clear impression that I would smack her right there if she didn't answer properly, Miyuki replied in a reluctant voice.

"I-I lied..."

"What lie?"

"About this..."

"About this, what?"

"Y-you didn't have to stop..."

"But?"

"I told you to stop..."

"Are you reflecting on it?"

"I-is this really something to reflect on...? Hah...!"

Miyuki's lower back arched heavily.

Her deeply indented spinal muscles, visible beneath a t-shirt that had ridden up just enough to barely cover the underside of her breasts, looked incredibly erotic.

The darkness seemed to make it look even lewder.

The feeling of my brain being on the verge of frying didn't seem like it would fade, either.

At this rate, I could go several more times.

"I asked if you're reflecting on it."

"Why are you being so unreasonable... N-no...! I'll reflect on it...! So just be a little gentler... Aah...!!"

She wasn't even trying to hold back her moans anymore.

She had been keeping her voice as low as possible for fear of being caught by others, but it seemed the pleasure had far surpassed her anxiety.

Holding tightly to the waist of Miyuki, who was letting out loud, ecstatic cries, I stroked her sweat-dampened hair like I was petting a well-behaved puppy.

Then, I began to violate her inside in earnest.

"Haa... Haa..."

Miyuki slumped forward, devoid of strength.

I pulled up her panties to cover her cum-slathered lower half as she intermittently twitched and gasped for breath, and spoke.

"I'll wash you when we get home, so change your clothes."

At the mention of being washed, Miyuki's body gave a violent twitch.

She wasn't terrified; rather, she had harbored expectations after deriving massive satisfaction from our forceful intercourse earlier.

"..."

"Not going to answer?"

"Huu... I'm exhausted..."

"You seem to have the strength to complain about being exhausted. Want to go another round?"

"N-no... I'll change..."

"Good girl."

When I finally dropped the stern expression I had maintained the entire time and gently stroked her hair, her nearly unspooled body completely went limp.

"The car... What do we do about this..."

I wasn't thrilled that she still had the energy to worry about the traces of our session staining the passenger seat, but I figured I could just educate her again after dealing with Hiyori.

"We can just get a car wash, so don't worry about useless things."

"...Okay..."

Driving the car back home as it radiated an erotic scent, I effortlessly lifted Miyuki—who was still lying down and catching her breath—and carried her inside.

Then, after drawing a little water in the bathroom tub, I set her down inside without even taking off her clothes.

"Wh-what are you doing...! I haven't even undressed yet...!"

"They need to be washed anyway."

"..."

Miyuki jutted her lip out in a pout at my resolute words.

She looked like she wanted to argue, but didn't dare act up so hastily after what happened today.

She looked so cute openly sulking that I had to hold back a laugh before speaking.

"Take them off now, then."

"Why...? You're not going to try to do it again, are you...?"

"You were just complaining about not having them off."

"I wasn't complaining..."

Seeing Miyuki, who had been giving me a hard time at every turn lately, turn so docile left me immensely satisfied.

She was resisting a little, but it was far less than Renka, so I figured I wouldn't need to worry about how to go about educating her.

Whenever she acted up from time to time, I would just have to behave like I did today.

A Miyuki on equal footing with me was nice, but an obedient Miyuki was also great.

"Anyway, hurry up and strip."

"Ah, why are you acting so weird today...!"

"I said take them off."

"...A-am I sleeping here tonight?"

"You should."

"Are you going to leave once I fall asleep...?"

"Yeah."

"To Asahina...?"

Before dropping Hiyori off, I had told her to wait for me.

Miyuki was asking that question because she remembered that.

"That's right."

"Th-then I'm not taking them off."

Miyuki looked incredibly lovely acting coy even while overwhelmed by my presence.

"I knew you'd say that. I'll just strip you myself."

"What...? W-wait...! Don't come closer...!"

Watching Miyuki plant her hands on the floor of the tub and frantically scramble backward, soaking her pants entirely, turned me on all over again.

Wasn't this practically begging me to violate her?

She was offering herself up on her own; I couldn't possibly betray those expectations.

"Matsuda-kun...! Really, no...! I want to rest for today...!"

"That's not for you to decide."

"L-let me rest... I'm really exhausted...!"

"Then just stay still."

"Nooo...! I said it's exhausting even if I stay still...!! Plus, today I'm..."

Trailing off, Miyuki's gaze momentarily darted downward before returning to my face.

She hadn't looked at my lower half, but her own.

Didn't a glance like that mean she was in her fertile window?

No matter how much I racked my brain, that was the only conclusion I could reach.

Miyuki's menstrual cycle was around four weeks, and looking back at the dates of her previous periods, the timing seemed to somewhat line up.

I wanted to ask her directly, but I figured it wouldn't be bad to cum inside her first and ask later.

Finishing my thoughts, I forcefully pinned down Miyuki, who was pushing against my chest with both hands, and turned off the pouring faucet.

Wading through the water that had risen just enough to submerge Miyuki's hips, I supported the back of her head with my hand and laid her down completely.

"Wait...! Matsuda-kun...! There's... there's a condition..."

Barely managing to hold up her slipping pants, she called out to me in desperation.

Looking down at her as her eyes clouded over once again, I replied.

"What is it?"

"I-if we're going to do it again, finish outside..."

She was spouting nonsense that wasn't even funny. Did Miyuki even know what my goal was?

I had indirectly hinted at it a few times, but to think she still hadn't caught on...

I'd just have to teach her personally today.

Scoffing dismissively at Miyuki's proposal as if it were absurd, I stared directly into her eyes—which were a mix of half expectation and half fear—and peeled off the t-shirt clinging tightly to her skin.