Kaoru lowered his head to see the girl's bright eyes gleaming in the dim light, her slightly flushed cheeks, gazing at him without blinking.
He was already struggling to resist the youthful allure of her—her full, tender chest occasionally brushing against his, soft and fragrant, her body igniting primal desire no matter where his hands wandered.
Her plush thighs pressed together, resting against him, her skirt slightly disheveled to reveal a glimpse of snow-white skin.
Her calves remained hidden beneath her stockings, their thick texture warm yet silky, like handling a fragile piece of art—torn between fearing he might hurt her and wanting to do just that.
"Has Honami ever done anything bad with you here?"
Kushida leaned in so close she was practically on top of him, her lips grazing his earlobe.
The supple bounce of her chest pressed against him with each slightly hurried breath, her body radiating heat uncontrollably.
"Why do you care about that?"
Kaoru's breathing grew heavier, his rationality drowning in her temptation.
"At least pretend to watch the movie for a bit. Who'd believe this is a proper date when you're like this?"
Kushida also knew that a proper date wasn't supposed to be like this—at least not the way she and Kaoru were carrying on.
And proper girls certainly wouldn't take the initiative as boldly as she did.
But who could blame her? He was the one who had corrupted her in the first place—whether it was outdoor "adjustments" or those intimate "steaming sessions."
Even if Kushida wanted to return to her proper self, after everything they'd done, how could she possibly pretend none of it happened?
Not only was it impossible, but she couldn't help craving even more mischief.
"Because I can't control myself... and neither can you, right?"
Kushida rubbed against him, her soft lips brushing his neck as she spoke, her warm breath tickling his skin.
Every now and then, a fleeting, slick sensation teased him.
Kaoru only felt an itch, but before he could react, the girl's mischievous hands began wandering—just as he had done earlier—and soon found their way to his most vulnerable spot.
"Every time I'm with you, I feel like I'm the virtuous one here."
Kaoru suspected the Wish Machine must have been with her instead of him. "Isn't this a bit out of character, little angel?"
Even now, he still had the nerve to tease her. Kushida pouted slightly in dissatisfaction.
But her displeasure didn't last long.
Kaoru was no pushover either.
He quickly found the girl's weak spots, his familiar techniques working their magic once more, making her shoulders tremble lightly as her face flushed crimson.
"Don't act like you're innocent. A pet takes after its owner—isn't that just how it is?"
Kushida no longer denied her role.
The humiliation of the past had long faded, replaced by the thrilling tension of their little games.
The words sounded familiar.
Kaoru abandoned reason, pulling her onto his lap and adjusting their position so he could torment her more effectively.
The girl in his arms murmured something under her breath, just enough to fuel the predatory desire rising within him.
The sweet scent clinging to her was like rich, tempting cheese—overwhelmingly saccharine with just a single taste, enough to make her melt helplessly.
The rapid rise and fall of her chest made it seem as though she were engaged in some intense physical exertion.
Kaoru rested his palm on her slender waist—so delicate yet curvaceous, with a plush rear that defied expectations.
It was hard to believe this was the figure of a young girl: voluptuous where it mattered, yet impossibly soft and slender where it counted.
Just holding her like this filled his mind with nothing but her, his so-called rationality evaporating at an alarming rate.
"You can be even rougher if you want... Today's my birthday, after all."
Kushida bit her lip. "I'm happy you agreed to go out with me... because you didn't deny what we are."
"Honami suggested it. She thought I should spend the day with you alone."
Kaoru tried to steady his breathing, but the girl's body only grew hotter against him, her soft yet resilient curves pressing firmly into his thighs.
Kushida couldn't help but giggle, her voice tender. "You've already spoiled me enough. Kei's way more jealous than I am."
Though Karuizawa never said it outright, everyone knew what happened on Christmas—how Ichinose, as the official girlfriend, had monopolized Kaoru's time.
"Don't bring her up. You're jealous too."
Kaoru gave her pert backside a light smack. "I won't be able to hold back much longer."
"If you can't hold back, then don't. What's the big deal?"
Kushida curled her lips into a smirk, deliberately rubbing against his thigh as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Since you already think I'm jealous, why not just indulge me a little?"
Kaoru remained expressionless, his fingers twitching slightly. Her smile gradually faded, replaced by a flush she struggled to suppress, tears glistening in her eyes.
The girl bit her lip hard, refusing to let out even a whimper.
Her fair neck slowly turned pink, and with each stifled sob, her delicate petals grew damp with dew, exuding a faint, sweet fragrance.
In the end, she collapsed weakly into Kaoru's arms, her body trembling faintly.
As if it were the first time, Kaoru raised his finger and smiled at Kushida.
Kushida was both flustered and annoyed.
Every time, he would play with her until things spiraled out of control, as if she were no match for him at all.
But in the depths of passion, even if she felt ashamed, the girl couldn't deny his way of playing.
Under Kaoru's slightly surprised gaze, she gently licked his finger, then took it into her mouth, her moist eyes fixed on him.
This girl really needs to be taught a lesson.
Kaoru could no longer hold back.
She bit Kaoru's ear, her originally fair skin now flushed a delicate pink.
On the screen, the protagonist was shouting the name of their beloved, riding a bicycle through the crowd.
A flash of crimson appeared before Kaoru's eyes—the hem of the heroine's skirt fluttering in the wind, revealing her slender, straight calves.
Kaoru stroked her thigh, the smooth silk-like texture and plush softness blending with the stimulation from both the movie and reality, making it impossible to distinguish between the two.
"I… I like you. Just having you by my side is the best gift."
Panting, the girl clung tightly to Kaoru. "Don't you dare abandon your pet, or I'll be the first to bite you to death."
Kaoru could feel her trembling.
Her breast were already half-exposed, yet they lacked the coldness they should have had—instead, they were warm, impossibly soft.
Her snow-white thighs pressed against him, her skirt draped over them, her heartbeat as frantic as a deer's, unbearably fervent.
"That's supposed to be my line, Kikyo," Kaoru murmured softly. "Stay by my side forever… please, Kikyo-nee."
Kushida shifted slightly, weakly punching his shoulder.
She had meant to keep a stern face, but for some reason, she ended up laughing.
"Don't joke around in a situation like this… you're so annoying."
"You're the one who told me to call you 'nee-san.'"
"It's not fun anymore… it's all your fault…"
Muttering to herself, she unconsciously touched her stomach, her expression growing even more bashful.
"Ehehe… do you think there'll be a baby?"
Kaoru's face darkened.
Did she secretly poke a hole in it or something?
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