(N/A: The following chapter touches on sensitive topics regarding consent. The act is neither promoted nor glorified. Please read with the understanding that everything shown here is fiction.)
***
The touches became more frequent.
And more natural.
Saki started to take the initiative.
She hugged more.
Laughed more.
Stuck to me without fear.
I decided to secure the ground.
I went for some drinks.
This karaoke had been recommended by Pigtails,
and now I understood why.
Common alcohol.
Dim lights.
Sofas bigger than normal.
Everything had a purpose.
And it wasn't just for singing.
The place was soundproofed.
Yes, for the music.
But also... for the other thing.
For what happened when the music lowered.
Saki tried the cocktail.
She seemed like she had never drunk before.
The effect was almost immediate.
Added to the pill,
it was like taking the handbrake off her shyness.
She ended up in a bra and skirt,
jumping happily to the rhythm of a pop song.
I watched her.
Applauded.
Hugged her every time she approached.
She laughed,
played with my hands,
let herself fall against my chest.
The clock on the wall made me frown.
"—The third day... is about to end."
Fear bit my stomach.
I couldn't keep waiting.
Then, Saki came back to me.
Jumping.
Laughing.
She fell into my arms.
And I didn't hesitate.
I hugged her tightly.
I kissed her.
She stayed still.
With shiny eyes.
Surprised.
There was doubt in them.
But also desire.
And something else: need.
She held my face
and pushed me gently toward the sofa.
I fell with her on top of me.
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Saki was doubting.
She had been doubting all night.
Her mind was screaming no.
That she shouldn't behave like this.
That she should cover up.
Not show herself like this in front of a man.
But she also doubted that "no."
For the first time,
a man was looking at her with desire, lust, hunger.
At school,
on the street, she was invisible.
She always had been.
And that hurt.
More than she admitted.
She also wanted to feel.
To know what it was like to have a boyfriend.
To go out with someone.
To laugh.
To be touched.
To be desired.
To be important.
"—Isn't this her opportunity?"
Yes.
And she was already getting hot.
Close to him.
Stuck to his body.
Feeling his hands.
His eyes.
"—If this isn't love... then she didn't know what was."
When he kissed her,
something broke.
The mental resistance.
The voice that said "stop."
It faded away.
Her hands went to his head.
She held him tightly.
She wasn't going to let him go.
The kisses continued.
Slow.
Long.
The hands moved.
Exploring.
Discovering.
Saki felt it all.
Shame.
Excitement.
Anxiety.
Desire.
And she wanted more.
Without thinking,
she took off her bra.
She threw it aside.
Cheeks red.
Nipples hard.
She went for her skirt,
but Noa stopped her.
She blinked.
She didn't understand.
But he leaned in.
Slowly.
And he got under her skirt.
One single movement.
The underwear to the side.
And his tongue found her.
Saki felt like the world was spinning.
Her back arched.
Her thighs trembled.
Her voice escaped in a muffled moan.
"—It was like seeing stars.
Like sweet electricity.
Like nothing she had ever felt before."
Noa's tongue
was nothing like what she had tried alone.
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***
I was in a hurry.
The day was ending.
I couldn't take all the time in the world.
I had to wet her enough.
And quickly.
My tongue worked with determination.
I had never done it in real life.
But I had seen enough videos.
And by how Saki was moaning,
by how her thighs trembled around my head,
it seemed like I was on the right track.
My hands went up.
Caressing.
Exploring.
Those soft thighs.
Those small, firm, sensitive breasts.
"—I hit the jackpot."
When she trembled again,
when she lifted her hips,
and let out a sharper moan...
I knew it was the moment.
"—If I penetrate her while she's coming, it will hurt less.
Or so I think. I'll see later."
I positioned myself.
Trembling.
Excited.
And with one single thrust...
I entered.
---
The sensation was heavenly.
Finally, I understood what Skinny meant by "tight."
That pussy was addictive.
Hot.
Soft.
So tight that it seemed to want to push me out and trap me at the same time.
My penis was wrapped in a dense pleasure,
so much that I felt like my mind was turning off.
But the best...
wasn't just physical.
It was mental.
Knowing that I was the first.
That no one else had touched her.
That this body, this moment, were mine.
My brain was releasing endorphins like a broken hose.
I felt euphoric.
Drugged.
"—I didn't share her.
I didn't pay.
I wasn't ripped off.
She's mine."
I was about to come.
Almost.
I clenched my teeth.
I held on.
I looked at her.
She looked pained.
Her expression was ambiguous.
She was trembling.
Furrowed brow.
Parted lips.
I wanted to go slower.
To be careful.
To do it right.
But the clock was pushing me.
The third day was ending.
Biting my lip, I started to move faster.
Saki moaned.
I didn't know if it was from pain or pleasure.
Guilt pricked my chest.
I leaned in.
And I whispered, in my broken Japanese:
"—You are beautiful, Saki... I love you...
Sorry.
You looked so pretty that I couldn't control myself.
You are so tight... so beautiful..."
I don't know if she understood.
Or if it helped at all.
But she didn't stop me.
On the contrary.
Her legs rose.
They wrapped around my waist.
And she pulled me against her.
The moans changed.
Less pain.
More ragged breathing.
More... desire.
The clock kept ticking.
I thrust with force.
When I felt her tighten more,
that her insides were pulsing as if they were going to swallow me...
I couldn't take it anymore.
I screamed silently.
And I came inside.
Deep.
---
With ragged breathing
and my heart pounding against my chest like a drum,
I withdrew from her body.
She made a grimace.
She didn't scream.
She didn't complain.
She just closed her eyes and sighed.
I looked at the clock.
Day 4.
I stayed there.
I didn't disappear.
"—I did it," I thought.
"I completed the mission."
Time was no longer the enemy.
Now I could do things calmly.
Now I could... reward her.
I stood up.
I called the karaoke guy.
I asked him to go buy some things.
When I came back, Saki was still lying down.
Lost gaze.
Chest rising and falling slowly.
As if everything had been a dream.
I sat next to her.
I hugged her.
I wiped her sweat.
I whispered clumsy, sweet words.
Half Japanese.
Half instinct.
My hands traveled her waist.
Her breasts.
And she...
didn't pull away.
She settled against me.
Coquettish.
Sleepy smile.
The guy came back.
I paid him.
I extended the room time.
I took out the wet wipes.
I went back to Saki.
I started to clean her.
Carefully.
As if she were fragile.
She laughed.
Softly.
Timidly.
But real.
And in that moment,
I sighed.
"—She's not upset.
She's not scared."
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Saki snuggled against him.
The heat of Noa,
his breath on her nape,
the way he silently embraced her...
Made her feel safe.
Loved.
Protected.
Her first time had hurt.
But not as much as she feared.
She had heard that it always hurt.
That it was normal.
That it would pass afterward.
And yes...
she enjoyed it.
Noa was gentle.
He hugged her.
He caressed her.
He wiped her sweat.
"—My boyfriend is so considerate," she thought,
not noticing that the word had already settled inside her.
While he wrapped an arm around her,
gently caressing her belly,
she felt something more behind her.
A touch.
A pressure.
She blushed.
She gave him a quick glance over her shoulder.
And he... understood.
He entered her again.
Slowly.
This time,
without pain.
Without a grimace.
Just sighs.
Just heat.
Noa moved slowly.
As if he had all the time in the world.
And Saki, with her eyes half-closed,
her heart beating slowly,
felt herself falling a little more in love.
"—My boyfriend is so sweet..."
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***
I was happy.
Truly happy.
She asked for it.
She desired it.
She accepted it.
Entering her again was glorious.
My penis, if it could speak, would sing hymns to Saki's body.
So comfortable.
So tight.
So alive it felt.
Moving slowly was a perverse pleasure.
I savored every fold.
Every spasm.
Every contraction of that body that received me as if it had been waiting for me forever.
And seeing her shiver...
was delicious.
I kissed her neck.
My hot breath on her soft skin.
She clung to me more.
As if she wanted to melt into me.
I didn't stop caressing her.
Her breasts.
Her waist.
Her thighs.
Every time I touched her, she trembled.
And so did I.
"—What a perfect woman I got.
And she's mine.
Only mine.
No one else's."
Without realizing it, I started to whisper it.
Softly.
Like a prayer.
"—You are mine.
Remember.
Always.
Only mine..."
Saki nodded.
Hazy eyes.
Body surrendered.
And I...
only felt the heat.
The pulse.
The pressure that devoured me from within.
With a growl,
I came inside her.
Again.
The best feeling in the world.