Chapter 571

She was baffled, and more than a little angry.

Did she have absolutely no appeal as a woman?

Or had she come on so strong that he lost all interest and motivation?

Otherwise, there was no way to make sense of his lack of reaction.

‘Damn it...’

Grinding her teeth, Miyuki reached out and poked his ear.

She tickled it, but he didn't react at all.

He wasn't even in a deep sleep. Was he ignoring her on purpose?

Rustle.

She threw her leg over his right one, pretending to toss and turn in her sleep, but the result was the same.

He remained utterly unresponsive, as if he had passed out.

She brought her index finger to his nose and felt the warm tickle of his breath.

Was he actually asleep? Was he kidding her?

Nudge.

She nudged him with her elbow, but he didn't budge.

Miyuki slyly brought her lips to his ear.

“Matsuda-kun.”

“...”

“Hey.”

“...”

“You're messing with me, aren't you?”

The frustration was driving her crazy.

Why did Matsuda seem so impossibly dense in this life?

Unless he had changed his stance because she was coming on so aggressively, his behavior defied explanation.

Was it a mistake to get her hopes up?

Was she supposed to just watch TV until she fell asleep too?

Maybe she just needed to be content with simply sharing a bed, rather than hoping for their first time together.

Still, touching him in secret wasn't so bad.

It felt like her urges were slowly being satisfied, so she actually found herself enjoying it.

Rub, rub.

Miyuki began to stroke the side of his thigh with her toes.

She tested the waters, keeping her movements light so she wouldn't wake him.

If he woke up now, things would get incredibly awkward.

As if venting the lust that had built up inside her, Miyuki pawed at his leg over and over again like a timid cat.

Matsuda remained unresponsive.

Seeing that, she steadily grew bolder.

“Mmm...”

Pretending to stir in her sleep, Miyuki draped a leg over his stomach.

In truth, she was an incredibly still sleeper.

That was a fact both she and Matsuda knew.

But the current Matsuda didn't know that.

Therefore, even if she tossed and turned, he would simply assume she was a restless sleeper.

If he woke up while she was acting like this, she would have to keep pretending to be asleep, but that would actually work out in her favor.

The problem was that he wasn't waking up.

Even though she was lying diagonally across the bed, aggressively pressing herself against his body, he remained entirely unmoving.

Pouting but also relieved, Miyuki took things a step further. She rolled onto her side, buried her head under his arm, and pulled his arm into her embrace.

Squeeze...!

She clamped his arm between her thighs, applying slight pressure, hugging him like a body pillow.

‘Haa...’

Feeling Matsuda’s warm body heat, a sigh almost escaped her lips, but she held it back with superhuman willpower.

How long had she wanted to touch this body? She already knew how addictive it was, but having a taste again after so long made her lose her mind like she was on drugs.

Didn't this make her seem too loose?

But she missed Matsuda’s body far too much, so just for tonight, Miyuki decided to loosen her sense of modesty a bit.

Logically speaking, it was downright bizarre that Matsuda hadn't woken up after all this.

Miyuki would have noticed that fact.

The usual Miyuki, that is.

But intoxicated from fondling Matsuda’s deeply missed body, Miyuki was entirely incapable of such rational thought.

Slide, tap.

His arms, his legs, his waist... she ran her hands over Matsuda’s body with increasing boldness.

Faking her sleep movements was Miyuki’s last... somewhat instinctual defense mechanism.

She had completely lost herself in exploring Matsuda’s body, only coming back to her senses when—

“...Hey.”

Matsuda's voice, lower pitched than usual, reached her ears.

Flinching slightly, Miyuki panicked and instantly regretted her blunder, but she soon ignored Matsuda’s call and casually kept stroking his arm.

Pretending to be deep in sleep.

“What are you doing?”

“...Mmm...”

Her sleeping habits were terrible.

To make Matsuda believe exactly that, Miyuki didn't answer and simply hugged his arm.

Then, feeling a faint tickling sensation by her ear, Miyuki slightly raised her shoulder.

Matsuda was brushing her hair back with his other hand.

She couldn't see it with her eyes closed, but she knew for sure. It was one of the signs of affection Matsuda occasionally showed her, even if not often.

“Are you asleep?”

“...”

Consistently ignoring Matsuda’s question, Miyuki buried her head entirely into his thick shoulder.

All while still holding tightly onto his arm.

“Unbelievable.”

Unbelievable? That was what she wanted to say.

They had come on a trip together and were finally all alone, yet it was ridiculous that he had fallen asleep watching TV.

It wasn't even like they had exhausted themselves wandering around everywhere.

While internally venting her frustrations at Matsuda, Miyuki felt her body being shaken slightly and let the corners of her mouth twitch in a secret pout.

Matsuda was shaking her body. As if telling her to wake up already.

When she deliberately ignored Matsuda’s ultimatum, he suddenly tapped the tip of Miyuki’s nose with his finger.

‘What are you doing!?’

He was probably doing it to test her reaction, so she should just ignore him.

But did she really have to ignore him?

Couldn't she just wake up and get down to business?

Just as those thoughts were blooming in her mind, Miyuki flinched as she felt a somewhat heavy sensation on her arm, followed by the feeling of her body floating.

Matsuda had placed Miyuki on top of his body.

Feeling the firm touch of Matsuda’s arm against her rear, Miyuki finally decided to open her eyes.

Because if she didn't wake up here, her act would be exposed.

She had wanted to pretend to toss and turn a little longer, but it was an unavoidable choice.

“...What?”

When she looked at Matsuda with half-lidded eyes, deliberately lowering her voice like someone drunk on sleep, he let out a puff of air through his nose and spoke.

“Your sleeping habits are terrible.”

Things had gone just as she thought. Her acting... might have improved a little.

No, did they really go as she thought?

Was Matsuda just playing along?

Looking at his meaningful expression, she couldn't erase that feeling.

That wasn't the important thing right now, so let's move past it.

“Me...? What did I do...?”

As she feigned ignorance with a brazen face, Matsuda lightly smacked Miyuki’s rear once with his palm.

Smack.

Flinching at that, Miyuki made a flustered expression.

“Wh-what are you doing...?”

She wasn't pretending; she was genuinely flustered.

Even though she had been the one to come on to him first, she never expected Matsuda to directly touch her rear when she was right in front of him.

The rear was an area that, no matter how close they were, couldn't just be casually and intentionally touched.

A slightly conservative person would be cautious about it even with their lover.

If he had just rested his hands on the small of her back to set the mood, she wouldn't have been this surprised.

However, she couldn't exactly protest Matsuda’s action.

As she had thought earlier, the one who had first clamped his arm between her chest and thighs and done all sorts of perverted things was none other than Miyuki herself.

Miyuki just blinked her eyes, staring straight into Matsuda’s eyes.

Smirking at her, Matsuda’s hand slipped under her T-shirt and began fondling her waist area.

“Ah...!!”

Properly feeling the touch of Matsuda’s warm hand against her bare skin, Miyuki’s abdomen tensed up, and her pelvis lifted slightly.

Seizing that opening, Matsuda shifted Miyuki’s position slightly further down.

Pushing her legs that had come down on either side of his waist, he aligned her rear flush against his crotch.

Then he rested his hands on her thighs, applying a little bit of pressure to his fingertips as he felt her soft, bare skin.

Gulp.

At the somewhat intense action, Miyuki swallowed hard.

Strangely enough, now that Matsuda was boldly giving her erotic physical affection, the mind that had been about to run away just a moment ago anchored itself firmly back in her head.

She was still nervous, but the cause of that tension was different.

If the tension she felt until just a moment ago had stemmed from embarrassment, her current tension was due to arousal.

A strong breath escaping her nose with a huff, her pupils dilated to twice their normal size.

Seeing this, Matsuda clearly seemed to have grasped Miyuki’s state, but he didn't say anything, simply enjoying her reaction as he stroked her skin with his fingertips.

Miyuki’s body flinched and shuddered every time Matsuda’s touch brushed against her bare skin.

The thrill that they were finally doing this, and the anticipation of experiencing her second first time with the exact same person, filled Miyuki’s heart and drove her heart rate up.

That psychological state drove Miyuki’s body into extreme tension.

Because of it, strength naturally entered Miyuki’s legs, and she bit her lower lip when one of her calves began to ache slightly.

To be getting a cramp at this timing...

She really should have exercised more.

Feeling the pain worsening, Miyuki squeezed her eyes shut, making Matsuda snort.

Feeling like he was mocking her, Miyuki tried to snap at Matsuda, but—

“Aah...!?”

As he suddenly sat his upper body up and flipped her right over, she gasped, left speechless.

The current Matsuda was much fiercer than when Miyuki had given him her true first time.

She didn't know if her actions before Matsuda woke up had aroused him, or if it was for some other reason...

‘This is...’

This in its own way, she thought, wasn't so bad.