Shuichi stood to the side, smirking mischievously. "I'm interested in every side of you, Fumika-san, even the unrefined ones. In fact, I'm especially curious about those."
"You're so naughty, Chiba-kun! What's so interesting about something like that?"
Fumika didn't understand at all. She believed that showing him her beautiful, polished side was the way to captivate him.
But in truth, he always seemed to enjoy watching her most embarrassing moments.
What a bad boy!
After changing, at Shuichi's urging, Fumika shyly left the bedroom and made her way to the staircase on the second floor.
Shuichi leaned against the railing, waiting at the top of the stairs, while Fumika descended first.
"I'm coming up now?" She called out from the bottom of the stairs after a moment.
"Please, Fumika-san, begin your performance," Shuichi replied with a soft chuckle.
Fumika bit her lip, her high heels clicking carefully as she climbed the stairs step by step.
The tap-tap-tap of her heels echoed through the space.
As the figure at the top of the stairs grew closer, her heart pounded faster, an irrepressible feeling swelling within her.
That feeling quickened her heartbeat, leaving her breathless. Her blouse rose and fell with her heaving chest, the buttons straining under pressure they weren't meant to endure.
However, this time, the buttons seemed sturdier than before. Despite Fumika deliberately stretching the fabric, they refused to pop off.
She was about to give up, but the eager look in the boy's eyes pushed her to keep trying.
After several attempts, she finally succeeded!
Shuichi's quick hands caught the flying button mid-air, his gaze locking onto the deep cleavage now exposed.
In the swaying shadows, there seemed to be an endless, enchanting allure.
"Is… is this okay?"
Unlike last time, when she'd covered her neckline with her hands, the open-hearted Fumika-san now kept her arms posed confidently, letting him admire her freely.
She even felt a spark of joy at Shuichi's dazed expression.
"And the stockings," Shuichi said, snapping out of his trance, his face full of anticipation.
Fumika couldn't resist the boy's pleading eyes. Blushing, she tried squatting and tensing her thighs, but the elastic stockings showed no sign of tearing.
With no other choice, she resorted to using her hands.
Shuichi watched as she bent forward, generously revealing the snowy expanse of her chest, flaunting a richness that could make even saints drool.
Her hands tugged at the stockings, stretching them tight while squeezing the flesh of her thighs.
She was determined to rip them under Shuichi's expectant gaze.
With relentless effort, she finally succeeded.
Due to the small tear and the constraint of the intact parts, paired with the contrast of the black stockings, the sliver of pale thigh peeking through was irresistibly eye-catching.
"That's it," Shuichi said with a satisfied smile, looking at Fumika. "You know, Fumika-san, when I saw this moment, I could barely stop myself from rushing over and holding you."
"Mm…" Overwhelmed by his adoration, Fumika's eyes grew misty. She murmured, "Chiba-kun, you can fulfill that wish now."
Without another word, Shuichi wrapped his arms around her thighs, pressing a soft kiss to the exposed patch of skin.
He caressed it lovingly. "This version of you is even more irresistible."
Fumika's breathing grew ragged, her eyes hazy as she gazed at him. "Chiba-kun, hold me…"
"Right here? What if Sayuki-san comes back and sees us?" Shuichi asked with a knowing smile.
Fumika's body went limp as she leaned against the railing, her voice trembling. "I can't think about that right now. I don't care about anything else… I just want to be in your arms…"
"Fumika-san, you're so eager, I can't say no to that. As you wish," Shuichi chuckled, standing and reaching for her waist.
Meanwhile, at the bottom of the stairs, Sayuki leaned against the railing, holding a towel to her nose, inhaling its scent lightly.
Shuichi shoved Fumika against the railing, the cold metal biting into her back as he tore her blouse open, buttons scattering like shrapnel. Her heavy tits bounced free, and he didn't waste a second, his mouth latching onto a nipple, sucking and biting until she cried out, her hands fisting in his hair.
"Fuck, you're soaked," He growled, ripping the torn stockings further to expose her dripping pussy. He yanked her skirt up, his fingers plunging inside her, curling and pumping with ruthless precision, her slick walls clenching around him.
"Chiba-kun!" She screamed, hips bucking wildly as he worked her, his thumb circling her clit until her thighs shook. With a feral grunt, he freed his cock, hard and throbbing, and hoisted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist. He slammed into her in one brutal thrust, filling her completely, the railing creaking under their weight.
Each pounding thrust drove her higher, her nails clawing his shoulders, her moans echoing through the stairwell. "Harder!" She begged, and he obliged, fucking her relentlessly, the risk of Sayuki catching them only spurring him on. Her orgasm hit like a tidal wave, her pussy spasming around him as she screamed his name, and he followed, spilling deep inside her with a guttural groan, their bodies slick with sweat and trembling in the aftermath.
Some time later, Shuichi was holding a wobbly Fumika in his arms, leaning against the second-floor railing to rest.
They were no longer on the precarious staircase. When their energy had started to wane, they'd moved to a small open space by the railing.
It was the same spot where Sayuki had once pinned him against the wall.
Shuichi brushed a strand of hair from Fumika's face, kissing her flushed cheek. "Fumika-san, you're sweating a lot. Are you really made of water?"
Fumika was too breathless to speak, instinctively nuzzling her face against him, responding with soft, unconscious hums.
Her clingy, enamored behavior was impossible to resist… no, impossible to restrain.
Shuichi's thoughts wandered, suddenly pondering a linguistic mystery from a past life.
It seemed "restrain" was more fitting for men, while "resist" better suited women in this context?
Lost in his musings, he suddenly heard faint footsteps behind him.
To keep the beauty salon quiet, guests swapped their shoes for slippers at the entrance. Fumika's high heels earlier were purely for Shuichi's little game.
So, only Shuichi, with his sharp senses, noticed the sound, while Fumika, still nuzzling his neck and chest, was completely unaware.
"Sigh…" A voice came from nearby—Sayuki. "Look, you two can have your fun, but can you not do it in such a dangerous spot? What if you fell?"
"Sayuki?" Fumika snapped out of her daze, a jolt of clarity hitting her. She turned toward the voice.
Realizing it wasn't a hallucination, she hurriedly covered herself with her hands. "D-don't look, Sayuki! Can you turn away, please?"
Sayuki rolled her eyes. "What's there to hide? We've bathed together since we were kids. I've seen it all."
"It's not the same!" Fumika was mortified, nowhere to hide. She buried her face in Shuichi's chest, playing ostrich.
This suited Sayuki just fine, giving her eyes free rein. "Fine, I'm just saying—have your fun, but be careful."
"See, Fumika-san? I told you we should've gone back to the bedroom, but you couldn't wait a second," Shuichi teased, piling on.
"Good thing the railing's sturdy and didn't collapse, or it really would've been dangerous."
Fumika's cheeks were so hot they could fry an egg. She whined into his chest, "Chiba-kun, you're being mean too…"
Those two were planning to take it to the bedroom? Sayuki's heart skipped a beat. That was her bed too!
Would her sister change the sheets afterward? From past experiences, she probably wouldn't have the energy.
Well, then…
Sayuki's pulse quickened. She turned casually. "You guys carry on. I'm going to the fitness room next door to practice some judo. I thought you were still playing in the massage room, so I figured I wouldn't disturb you in the bedroom. But wow, sis, you're getting bolder by the day."
Sayuki shook her head with a dramatic sigh, heading downstairs.
As she passed Shuichi by the railing, she cheekily pinched his butt.
"Hiss…" Shuichi tensed, sucking in a breath.
Luckily, Fumika was too flustered to notice, her head spinning from embarrassment, practically fainting from the heat.
"Hey, Fumika-san, want to keep going? Sayuki-san's gone," Shuichi said, gently stroking her smooth back.
"Mm…"
.
.
.
.
You can read advance chapters and view R-18 images of the characters on pat reon page.
pat reon.com/GreenBlue17
200 Power Stones for 1 extra chapter.
5 New reviews for 1 extra chapter.