Chapter 572

“D-don’t do this...”

Matsuda stared down at Miyuki, his expression mocking as she spouted words she didn’t mean in the slightest.

“Stop?”

It was a trap. Matsuda didn’t have the slightest intention of stopping.

She could tell just from the look in his eyes. So, Miyuki laid the hypocrisy on thick.

“Stop it...”

Matsuda had to be completely dumbfounded.

Just moments ago, she had been throwing herself at him like a total pervert. Now, she had flipped a switch and was playing the tragic heroine.

He was probably wondering if she had lost her mind.

“You expect me to stop after everything you just pulled?”

“W-what did I do...? If you’re talking about touching your body, Matsuda-kun, I was half-asleep...”

“You did it, so take responsibility.”

“What...? I don’t even remember...”

The lies she normally despised slipped right off her tongue.

Maybe she actually had a talent for this.

After all, people sometimes stumbled onto their true calling and found success late in life.

She had no intention of changing her career path to become a con artist, but if she played her cards right, her life could get a whole lot easier.

Miyuki let these wicked thoughts swirl for a moment, then shuddered violently as Matsuda’s hand slipped beneath her clothes again.

She might have looked like she was trembling in fear, but the shudders actually stemmed from overwhelming arousal.

“Am I supposed to care about that?”

“O-of course...! Human relationships require mutual consideration... Ah...!”

Miyuki’s body suddenly curled up tight, cutting her off.

Matsuda’s hand had swept upward underneath her T-shirt.

He gently stroked her solar plexus and the underside of her breasts. Goosebumps erupted across Miyuki’s skin, and her gaze grew hazy.

Tap.

Then, she brought her hand up to Matsuda’s waist.

It was as if she wanted to touch his body too, returning the caress.

‘Ah.’

The movement had slipped out unconsciously, purely out of instinct.

Right now, she was supposed to be a girl on the verge of her very first time.

What would Matsuda think if she acted like this?

Realizing her slip, Miyuki quickly grabbed the pillow by her head.

She flailed her hands, blindly touching various parts of Matsuda’s body to make it look like she was completely flustered with shyness.

Fortunately, Matsuda didn’t seem to find her actions suspicious.

He didn’t say a word. He just let out a soft chuckle, continuing to trail his hands over her body in a teasing, ticklish caress.

Her heart was beating entirely too fast.

She secretly hoped that Matsuda would notice her hammering heartbeat.

Why? Because then he would believe she was genuinely nervous about her first time.

Slip.

Miyuki lay trembling, holding onto that hope. When Matsuda suddenly placed his hand over her heart, she flinched and slightly lowered the pillow.

Matsuda offered a warm smile.

“It’s beating so fast.”

It was as if he had read her mind.

They really were destined for each other.

Miyuki didn’t reply, simply hiding her face behind the pillow again.

Matsuda let out another chuckle at her reaction, but Miyuki didn’t respond.

She wasn’t ignoring him on purpose. She had just suddenly remembered the past.

In the early days of her physical relationship with Matsuda, there had been a few times when she had covered her face with a pillow just like this.

Back then, of course, she hadn’t been worried about hiding her true motives like she was now; it had been an act of genuine shyness.

Regardless, seeing herself unconsciously fall into the exact same habits made her realize that people never really change.

It went even further than that. She remembered exactly what she had said to Matsuda when he was about to enter her for the first time.

She had confidently told him to just put it in first and let it grow bigger inside her.

She also recalled Matsuda bursting into laughter when he heard such utter nonsense.

‘I can’t make that mistake this time...’

She still remembered how humiliating it had been to realize that was biologically impossible...

Just the fleeting memory of it made her want to crawl into a hole and die.

“Hah...?!”

Miyuki had been fully determined to orchestrate the most romantic, perfect first time imaginable, but a bewildered gasp suddenly slipped from her lips.

Matsuda had just tried to yank her shorts down.

Startled, her hips jolted upward. Matsuda seized the opportunity and pulled her shorts downward.

However, Miyuki had her legs squeezed tightly together, so her shorts only slid down to the backs of her knees.

“W-what are you doing...?! What are you doing...?!”

Miyuki scolded Matsuda, her acting skills flawless.

Matsuda let her words go in one ear and out the other. He paused for a moment, then flashed a wicked grin.

“I actually kind of like this.”

He actually kind of liked this?

Was he talking about her underwear?

Or did he mean her current disheveled state, with her shorts tangled around her legs?

“What do you mean...?!”

“Just stay still.”

This was completely different from how Matsuda had acted during their first time in the past. Miyuki, who had been breathing heavily into the pillowcase and mentally preparing herself, froze in a daze.

Was there anyone who wouldn’t be terrified when he spoke to them with such a cold, deadpan expression?

Of course, Miyuki herself wasn’t afraid of Matsuda in the slightest. But if her actual first experience had gone down like this, she probably would have been terrified.

Or no... judging by how wildly her heart was pounding right now, she might have secretly enjoyed it.

“Move the pillow.”

Matsuda’s deep, low voice reached her ears.

Miyuki slowly shifted the pillow aside. The moment his gaze met her exposed eye, Matsuda slid his hand further down.

And Miyuki...

“Hmph...?!”

With excruciating effort, she fought back the moan that threatened to burst from her throat.

Matsuda had firmly pressed his fingers against her core.

To Matsuda, it was probably just a light tap, but it was an entirely different story for Miyuki.

Her legs naturally lifted off the bed at the overwhelming surge of stimulation she hadn’t felt in ages. Her toes curled tightly inward.

She felt like she was going to lose her mind.

It was all she could think about.

Now that the moment she’d been desperately anticipating was actually happening, every single muscle in her body seized up in extreme tension.

Her senses were impossibly heightened. And when Matsuda’s hand touched her down there at such an unexpected moment, a loud, high-pitched ringing echoed in her brain.

Clench.

She pressed the pillow against her face with all her might, desperately stifling her groans. But Matsuda had already felt how thoroughly drenched her panties were.

Her desperate efforts to hide her true desires had been completely in vain.

“Haa... Ah...”

Matsuda kept his fingers pressed between her legs, and as he began to apply a bit of pressure, Miyuki’s breathing rapidly grew ragged.

Her soft whimpers leaked through the pillow covering her face.

Her body shook as violently as if she were standing naked in the dead of winter, treating Matsuda to quite the visual stimulation.

Rustle, rustle.

Overwhelmed by the intense changes wracking her body, Miyuki swallowed hard when she faintly heard the sound of rustling fabric.

It was unmistakably the sound of Matsuda taking off his clothes.

Thud.

She felt a hard sensation against her Achilles tendon.

A moment later, one of her legs was lifted up and pulled straight.

Matsuda had hoisted her leg over his shoulder.

Was he seriously trying to use this position for her supposed first time?

A sudden pang of genuine fear struck her. Just like before, Miyuki carefully moved the pillow aside and cracked her eyes open to peek at Matsuda.

He had already thrown his shirt off and was dimming the lights.

At the same time, she felt something slick along her waist.

It was Matsuda’s hand. That was when Miyuki realized that her own juices, which had been leaking endlessly, were smeared all over his fingers.

‘No way...’

Had she really poured out that much without even realizing it?

What would Matsuda think of her?

He would definitely think she was some sex-crazed pervert. She was going to die of embarrassment.

“Aren’t you going to move that pillow now?”

Matsuda’s voice sounded almost like a command.

Miyuki shook her head side to side.

At her stubborn refusal, Matsuda clicked his tongue in displeasure.

Indignant, Miyuki snapped her eyes open, ready to glare at him, but...

“Hic...!”

Matsuda suddenly lowered her leg and grabbed the fabric of her panties, pulling them to the side. She gasped in shock, the sound morphing into a sharp hiccup.

Right now, she was exposing her completely naked body to Matsuda.

A naked body that was glistening with sticky fluids, no less.

No matter how much experience she had with Matsuda from before, this was still symbolically her first time in this new life. Miyuki felt an unbearable flush of embarrassment spread through her entire body.

Bump.

“Hah...?!”

Something hard and heavy pressed against her mons pubis.

It slowly slid downward, gliding back and forth against her soft, sensitive flesh. The moment she felt it, every last stray thought vanished from Miyuki’s mind.

It was finally happening. What would her first time in this life feel like?

She couldn’t say for sure, but it was a given that she’d be just as incredibly tense as she was back then.

She had to try and compose herself. Enough to fully savor the feeling of Matsuda inside her, at least.

Steeling her resolve, Miyuki pressed her lips tightly together. She forced the tension from her body, completely surrendering herself as she prepared to accept Matsuda.