Chapter 2938: Can’t stop*

Half a minute passed quickly, and the struggle in her eyes gradually faded, replaced by a look of both surrender and regret.

"Onoda-kun... I..."

Before she could finish her words, I blocked her lips with my finger and put on a gentle smile. "I get it. You don’t have to explain, Futaba."

Upon saying that, I moved her slightly, letting my cock slide out of her narrow entrance and bringing us back to our previous position. My length slid across her slit, dragging the excess wetness along with it.

Futaba bit her lip, a trace of disappointment and relief warring in her eyes. She understood. I picked up on her hesitation.

Lust and desire weren’t directly related to feelings of love or commitment, and while she was drowning in the pleasure I provided, the reality of the guy downstairs was a weight she couldn’t entirely shake off.

If we had pushed through now, the act would have been fueled by adrenaline and guilt. It would have been an escape, not a choice. For someone as conscientious as Futaba, the aftermath of such a reckless act would likely be a crushing wave of regret that could destroy her.

No matter what, even if I told her I could lose control, I had no intention of actively tearing the relationship she had with her boyfriend. The premise of this ’lesson’ was for her to get used to the pleasure, not to have her impulsively decide to break her life apart in a moment of heat.

I gently pulled her into my embrace again before whispering, "Let’s take a little step back, alright? Crossing that line will be too much for you at the moment."

Futaba moved her head slightly, indicating a nod.

"Remember what you did before going down earlier. That will be enough for me. You find it unfair that I haven’t reached my peak, right?"

Futaba’s eyes flickered. The shame, longing and desire to reciprocate were there. She looked at me, then at the door, and finally down at my erection glistening from her love juices.

A small, determined sigh escaped her. She didn’t want to leave things unfinished, even if the final threshold remained uncrossed. Tonight, regardless of her reason, she wouldn’t allow me to back out from here.

Well, it’s not like I’m backing out. I simply don’t want to see her breaking if we truly cross that line. No matter how much the desire for pleasure overtakes her reason, she won’t be with that guy for years without any affection.

And it’s still there. If not for her special constitution, we wouldn’t be in this situation and the two of them would have long crossed that line.

If I were still the past me, I’d probably relish the thought of stealing her from him, but now that Akane and the other girls awakened my emotions of love, I didn’t want to do the same thing as before.

Of course, there could be exceptions, but even Ohori-senpai, whom Aoi requested for me to steal, didn’t get the treatment my past self often employed.

After a period of contemplation, Futaba’s eyes shone with newfound determination.

Clearly, she managed to think it through. While she might give up crossing that final line with me, she had decided not to step back from what she originally intended to do.

"Un... I can’t let you stay like this..." Futaba whispered, radiating both her shame and desire. "Since you’re being so... considerate of me, I’ll make sure you don’t leave this room feeling unsatisfied. It’s the least I can do, after everything you’ve let me experience today."

Futaba pursed her lips as she shifted her weight. I could feel her thighs trembling as she slid forward on my lap again. She reached for my cock, keeping it upright as she pressed in.

Her body shivered when her bountiful chest and sensitive peak touched my skin, but she didn’t stop until my cock once again rested against her warm and drenched sacred place.

Without breaking eye contact, Futaba’s breathing became slightly ragged. I could tellshe wass holding herself back from kissing me.

For most people, a kiss on the lips, one that conveyed heartfelt affection, is only second to sex when it comes to the most intimate thing one can do. And for Futaba, it’s like the remaining paper screen that separates our current relationship with each other. Poking a hole through it was easy for us to do but that would also signify that she had really fallen for me, betraying her current partner.

In the end, Futaba still settled on avoiding my lips. She tilted her head slightly and went for my neck. At the same time, she began moving her hips in a slow, grinding circle, her wetness acting as a lubricant that made every slide of my length against her slit feel like a bolt of electricity that delivered us the pleasure we were both seeking from each other.

Once again, I gripped her supple pair of hips, guiding the rhythm of her grinding motions. Futaba’s head was buried in the crook of my neck, her hot breath puffing against my skin as she showered it with her kisses. She couldn’t help but suck on it whenever the tip of my cock would poke at her clit.

Perhaps I might get a hickey from her after this but well, it’s a minor trouble. I mean, I didn’t lack a hickey or two every day. My girls had also gotten used to it by now. Just that, whenever they felt jealous, they’d add another one or renew those that were about to fade.

As we continued our rhythmic movement, I slowly brought us deeper into her bed. Before Futaba knew it, we were already in the middle.

"This..." Futaba couldn’t help but mutter when she finally noticed. However, she only took a quick glance at the door before she began to grind her hips more vigorously. The sound of her wetness squelching against my cock and the springy texture of the mattress beneath us filled the quiet of the room.

The risk had truly become the main course. Every time she let out a muffled moan into my neck, she would instinctively tighten her hold on my shoulders, as if she were afraid the sound would travel through the floorboards and be delivered downstairs. Yet, the more she suppressed herself, the more frantic her movements became.

Soon enough, the girl welcomed her fourth climax of the day. Her body stiffened, her back arching as a series of intense, rhythmic contractions clamped down on my length. She buried her face deep into my shoulder, her muffled cries sounding more like a plea than a protest, her entire being shaking with the force of a release that was amplified by the sheer terror of being caught.

However, she suddenly became upright, as if remembering that she once again failed to satisfy my needs. Her eyes were hazy, her chest heaving as she looked down at my erection, which was now coated in a mixture of her love juices and my pre cum.

"Haa... This is not good, Onoda-kun."

"What’s not good? Isn’t it better that you get to reach the peak again?" I teased.

Futaba looked at the state of my cock. Glistening, pulsing, and clearly demanding a release that hadn’t come.

The sight seemed to trigger something in her. It’s like the desperate need to be the one to provide that relief.

With that, the girl lightly pushed on my chest. I didn’t resist and obediently fell on my back, my head landing on her pillow as she remained straddling my hips.

The shift in position left her completely exposed to the soft light of the room. Her long green hair cascaded over her shoulders like a curtain, framing a face that was flushed in deep crimson. Even without trying, she looked so sexy and beautiful.

Futaba looked down at me as she began to unbutton her pajama top again, her fingers trembling slightly.

The desperation in her eyes had shifted from a desire for her own pleasure to a need to reciprocate. She had been the one receiving all night, and the thought of me leaving this room still pulsing with arousal, seemed to haunt her more than the risk of the guy waiting downstairs.

As the last button gave way, Futaba’s bountiful chest was freed from the fabric. Even though I had already fondled and sucked it earlier, seeing it at this distance and angle still mesmerized me.

Her boyfriend was lucky. Too bad, she had a very peculiar constitution that made him incompatible with her.

"D-don’t move, Onoda-kun. I will... take care of it," Futaba whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own ragged breathing.

She shifted her position, sliding off my lap and kneeling between my spread legs. The movement brought her breasts swaying slightly. The twin peaks looked swollen as they glistened under the light.

She looked down at me with a gaze that was half-shame and half-devotion. Her expression mirrored the conflict of a girl who knew she was betraying her partner but found the pleasure I offered to be an addiction she couldn’t quit.

Alas... This couldn’t be stopped anymore.