Stealing Spree

Chapter 2123: Can you…?

Is it normal for a girl to consult another guy other than her boyfriend about this? No. Right?

Eri went to me since she’s curious about who’s initiating between Akane and me but this girl… what is she expecting from me by bringing this up?

Furthermore, she mentioned she was going to ask me for a favor… Is she going to let me hold that for her to figure out if it’ll hurt as well?

No. No. Let’s not jump to that conclusion right away.

Futaba was the most sensible among their group of friends, she wouldn’t be so lacking in common sense to do something as stupid as that. Even if her impression of me was already positive, there was no reason for her to put us both in this situation.

Unless her desperation pushed her to execute a drastic decision in order to get over the obstacle blocking her relationship from progressing, then that was more unlikely.

At the moment, I couldn’t see any signs of that.

Looking at her current expression, Futaba was still trying to suppress her embarrassment from coming out like this.

I guess holding it and squeezing for my eyes to see didn’t matter much to her. She successfully drew my attention to it.

What she was expecting from me was most likely sound advice on why she was feeling that way and how to get past it. She did mention Eri and how the girl was praising me for clearing her doubts.

That’s what led her to do this.

If I acted outside her expectations, she’d probably back out and if it’s within it, she’s also going to rely on me about this problem of hers.

But then again, shouldn’t she consult a professional for this since it involved her ‘Special Constitution’? Ah. I don’t know.

Let’s take a step back and analyze this calmly. First I should assume that Futaba thought about this carefully before bringing it up to me. Next, my reply would be crucial in how she would proceed.

Going by her straightforward presentation of her problem, I should just get directly to the point…

“Hmm… Tell me, Futaba. Does it also hurt right now?”

She’s holding it and squeezing it herself, after all. If it’s because that part of her was hyper- sensitive, it shouldn’t matter who was touching it.

“That’s the thing. It doesn’t.” Futaba squeezed it right before my eyes once again and she didn’t even wince.

My head was nagging to scold her for doing that in front of me but somehow, I feel like we’ll venture out of topic if I do so… it’s better not to say anything.

In any case, that’s really strange. She said ‘tried’. Was he rough on her?

“Alright, forgive me for saying this but was his hands rough or anything? Also, did it happen during an intimate moment between the two of you? Were you both nervous at the time and he might’ve failed to control his strength?”

I needed details to accurately pinpoint her problem. Now, I really feel like this should be done by a professional… Wait. I’m also a professional, no? None of my girls complained about that part of them hurting whenever I fondled them. And even if they were a bit sensitive, I would always find an angle on how to turn the prickly pain into pleasure.

Of course. I’m not saying I also have to do that to Futaba. I may not be a good person but I won’t be so depraved when I have my girls who will always give me pass.

As I expected, Futaba was taken aback by the way I phrased my questions. Her pupils dilated slightly but only for a moment. She gulped down and her determination returned, answering my questions in detail.

According to her, it was indeed during an intimate moment between them. It was during his birthday and ended up in his room after a date after school. Her parents weren’t at home so that must be the day they decided to cross the line. The mood was perfect.

However, when his hands began exploring, they had to stop because Futaba was really in pain even if his hands would brush against that part of her. Even when he tried going for it gently, it became more painful for her.

She said they were fine hugging and cuddling with each other. But at that moment, her chest felt like they’re extremely sore and heavy.

Her face as she narrated it was as red as a ripe apple. Her embarrassment was close to exploding but she held on. She even managed to cut some more personal details on whether they did something else after that or not.

Well, I’m not really interested. In any case, Futaba said that after that day, both of them couldn’t help but be conscious about it every time they would be alone together.

Although she didn’t mention that it’s affecting both of them mentally, it was easy to guess considering she was here in front of me telling me about it.

“I see. So from what I can gather… either you ate something that made your body react that way or you were extremely nervous at the time that your body triggered something like a defensive mechanism instinctually.”

I made sure to be objective right there based on her answers. But really, she should seek more professional help to figure out exactly what happened. I guess I’ll bring it up later.

“It cannot be something I ate… Because whenever we’re alone in a room, the sore and heavy sensation returns.” Futaba shot down the first possibility and then lowered her head and put a hand directly on top of her heart. Most likely to feel its beat. “How sure are you that it’s because I’m just nervous?”

“I can’t say for certain but sometimes, our mentality is also responsible for how our body reacts to physical touch. While it’s true that physical contact can trigger pleasure receptors automatically, if your mind isn’t really in it, you’ll feel other sensations rather than pleasure.”

At this point, Futaba became downcast. Although she’s not holding it up anymore, her eyes remain focused on her ample breast.

Obviously, if it’s a matter of mentality, thinking up a solution for it would be tricky. That’s why it’s impossible for me to help her out with her problem.

“I understand. Thanks for your thoughtful input, Onoda-kun.” Futaba silently muttered.

“Well, if that’s all then I suggest you seek a specialist to figure out exactly what’s

happening.”

Futaba nodded but then, she asked another question. This time, it relates to us.

“Does Akane feel no pain whenever you do it? You fondle her breast every time, right?”

Thinking about it, Futaba once brought up the topic of breast massage one time during our train ride. She even made fun of Eri at that time. Of course, she ended up focusing on us. Was she trying to figure out if the other girls also felt the same way as her back then? I don’t know. “No, she doesn’t. But well, it might’ve to do with the fact that we’re a shameless couple. I massage it for her and do more during our intimate moments.”

“… I see. Good for you. Will you also do it for Fuyu?”

“Most likely. When the time comes that our relationship also reaches that stage then I will do my best to pleasure her in the same way I do Akane.”

“Shameless Onoda-kun.”

“Hey, you’re the one asking me. I’m only answering. Besides, you’re embarrassed talking about your experience so treat that as me trying to even it out for you. I also feel embarrassed,

know?”

“You? Embarrassed? I don’t believe it.” Although a little forced that made Futaba giggle. freёwebnovel.com

Her gloom disappeared slightly and she’s probably just trying to recover before leaving.

Or so I was wrong again.

After a minute of silence, the girl recovered from her state. She straightened her back and then turned to face me again. She then reached for my sleeve and tugged at it as she said while donning a shameful expression.

“… Hey, Onoda-kun. My favor. This will be very embarrassing but… can you touch me again?”

“Futaba. Think about this carefully.” I immediately replied. Yeah, right. After all this time, I

still wouldn’t immediately say yes to that.

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What is this girl thinking? Is she really this desperate?

A few moments later, as though realizing what she said could be taken in a different way, her hands immediately flailed as she corrected herself. However, the correction wasn’t that

different – just toned down.

“Eh? Wait. No. I’m not telling you to touch me here. I meant what you did earlier… The tickle.

Do it again.”

This girl…