"Is that what you call 'sit'?"
"Yes, that's what it means to me."
Did he imagine I would prostrate myself completely on the floor? But he's not some third-rate scoundrel who would scold me for not fitting his expectations. Whether he's truly first-rate or not, I don't know, but that's enough for me.
He squatted down in front of me, then tugged at the ends of my apron's sash and undid the knot. Well, I was the one who made it easy to untie, of course.
He rolled the apron up and draped it over my shoulders, leaving my chest completely bare—my pale skin, my breasts that I still don't understand why they've grown so much.
"You're already soaking wet, and I haven't even touched you yet. Were you expecting this? Do you only go commando when you're in the mood?"
"I won't deny it. It's a little late for that, isn't it?"
Even I know that much about myself.
Right now, my vagina is a dripping pool of love juice, either craving a reward or begging for punishment—yes, I know. I can't go back to those days of masturbating alone.
This hole, so desperately wanting and lonely as it waits for Master's return, might have a braver, more maid-like character than I do. It sits quietly, watching and waiting for its master's return with a worried expression.
But the place I want touched right now is somewhere else.
Still in a squatting position, I sway my hips slowly back and forth, making my case. With each movement, my tail sways gently.
Gouji-kun—I mean, Master. Do you understand? I want you to touch this—
"I wonder where that tail leads."
"If you're curious, you'll have to find out yourself. They say curiosity killed the cat, but I'm not that fierce, so rest assured. Besides, I'm a female dog, so I won't die either."
I knew exactly what he was asking. The tail that hung loosely between my legs—there were only so many places I could secure it.
"Ah..."
Master touched the fur, and a faint vibration traveled to our connected area.
I turned away from him, trying to get on all fours to make my buttocks more visible, but...
"You can't just change poses without permission. If you want to be a loyal maid, you can't move until I say so."
"Mmm...! Eep, as you say, Master. Nn... Ahh... I'm so sorry, Master♡"
I spoke at the perfect moment, on the perfect topic. I was so happy, I rushed things.
The vibrator plunged deeply into my generously lubricated folds with a squelch.
My favorite vibrator, made of soft, smooth, and slightly sticky material, didn't mind the sudden insertion, and neither did I. It was a size I was accustomed to, and lately... I'd been stretching and training myself with even larger objects.
The punishment was a sweet, gentle honeyed penalty that brought me only pleasure.
Moving in fine, up-and-down motions, as if stimulating only the entrance, it heated my body with fervent intensity, though lacking in harshness.
I was forced to maintain the squatting position, balancing on the tips of my toes alone.
The stimulation was gentle, so my body didn't tense up. Instead, it simply melted me, draining my strength. Since I'd been ordered to hold the posture, maintaining it was the only option—a test of my valet's resolve.
Even if I wanted to receive punishment for breaking orders, deliberately resisting would be nonsensical. This was the penalty for failing to meet Master's expectations despite my utmost devotion. Driven by guilt and loyalty, I couldn't resist, leaving me no choice but to simply enjoy the pleasure. And that pleasure, in turn, only plunged me deeper into addiction.
"Phew... phuu...♡ Phuu... mmn..."
What I'm enduring isn't just the pleasure that disrupts my posture. There's also the urge to thrust my hips forward, to take the vibrator deeper inside me. Even the tension of suppressing that impulse is perceived by my body as sweet. My instincts scream for pleasure, but my rational mind suppresses them to follow instructions, trapping me in a muddy cycle where obeying only intensifies the pleasure.
My body, aroused by the pleasure, quickly begins to heat up. My head and cheeks burn so fiercely that the surrounding air feels cool by comparison.
Honestly, I'm such a slave to pleasure.
"Now then, shall we examine the true nature of your tail?"
"Ogh... Ah, aah! Oh, my ass!"
Just as I'm concentrating on maintaining my posture, he suddenly pulls my tail. The force radiates inward, stretching the muscles of my buttocks outward. Yes, he knows this too. My tail grows from the hole in my buttocks. It's anchored there to prevent anything inside me from slipping out.
"Wow, your asshole is clinging to my tail and pulling it in. Is your tail that important? Or do you not want me to see what's inside you?"
"Ah, no, Master...! I'm a female canine attendant—my tail is a crucial part of my identity...! Please, forgive me! Don't pull it out!"
The desperation in her voice was actually born of pleasure.
Of course, she didn't really mean it. She craved the intense stimulation of a forceful tug.
"...Shino, you're really good at teasing. It hits the right spot with men... It resonates with them in all sorts of ways."
I wanted to say, "It's because you're a pervert who gets sexually aroused by a woman's anguish, humiliation, and pleas."
But instead, she gasped:
"Ugh, ugh... Ah, no... My ass... It's stretching... Nnnngh!"
The sounds escaping my lips were ragged gasps born from the pleasure he was giving me.
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch. With each tug, I could feel my anus stretching and swelling. It clung to him as far as it could, until he yanked my tail especially hard, and it slid out with a crude pop.
"...It's bigger than I expected. You've certainly worked this hole over."
"Hnngh... No, no, no...! My ass feels good, but...! You don't understand—this is my virgin hole! Ohhh!"
The true nature of his "tail" was revealed: a string of connected spherical beads, designed for anal stimulation.
While my mouth hung open in shock, he pulled out a second bead. The sensation, which would normally be associated with defecation, now felt like electric currents coursing down my spine. My back arched violently, my posture collapsing as I nearly collapsed onto the floor.
But... but... I have to endure.
"You're a virgin, yet you're masturbating like crazy here, aren't you? When did you start your anal training?"
My master asks with a cool expression, pretending not to notice the cold sweat beading on my forehead. His composure, unshaken by the attendant's every move, already carries the aura of a seasoned veteran.
"Phew... Haaah...♡ Probably about a year ago..."
It started with mere curiosity. Knowing that some people engaged in anal sex, it seemed like a natural progression.
I began with slender anal beads, as thin as a fingertip. At first, even the smallest sphere was too much to comfortably insert.
Though the pleasure was incomplete, the moment the smooth, lotion-coated sphere forced its way into my anus, I felt a distinct kind of ecstasy, unlike the pleasure of inserting fingers or a vibrator into my pussy. That's why I continued to train my own anus with my own hands.
And here's the result: I've become fully capable of taking them all the way to the root, growing a tail, and my ass has transformed into a meltingly sensual organ.
"A year-aged matured asshole, huh?"
"Ugh... Hnnngh...! No... That's not it...!"
Squelch, squelch. Each sphere is pulled out of my ass one by one, eliciting uncontrollable moans with every removal.
But somehow, I'm holding on. I can still maintain this position. The change isn't that dramatic—these anal beads gradually increase in size from the tip to the base, so the initial impact was the most intense. Since I endured that, I should be able to withstand the rest.
My toes, bearing my weight, are trembling uncontrollably, but there can't be many beads left...
"You're so focused on your asshole, you're forgetting about this."
This... What's "this"?
Master's words brimmed with genuine delight. Before I could even process what he'd said, his finger flicked the switch on the vibrator he'd left inside me.
"Ah! Uuuuuuuuuun! No! Noooo!"
My roar drowned out the vibrator's hum. The soft material inside me began to vibrate, forcing my attention to focus there.
I couldn't even blink, my eyes widening. The vibrating walls of my vagina made the spherical object inside my rectum, so close by, feel even more pronounced.
Naturally, I couldn't endure it. The sudden pleasure arched my back, throwing me off balance.
"Whoa."
But I didn't collapse onto the floor.
He swiftly pulled my falling body against his chest. Buried against his broad chest, enveloped by his arms, the moment I breathed in his scent... something flooded into my mind, and I helplessly climaxed.
"Ugh... Uuuuuuuuuuuu...♡"
I pressed my entire face against his body, stifling my cries.
It was all I could do, and I couldn't hold back anything else. My whole body tensed, forcing both of my sex organs into a state of climax. The vibrator slid out of my pussy, and the remaining anal beads were forcefully expelled from my anus, clattering onto the floor with a clunk.
"You went off pretty explosively. Are you okay?"
"I'm not okay..."
Clinging to him, I braced myself for the two distinct aftershocks radiating from my sex organs.
With each breath, his scent grew stronger. The scent of a man. The scent of my Master. His scent. The faint scent that always reaches me when he's holding me. Overwhelmed by the scent filling my chest, memories of everything that happened flashed back. The muddy torrent of lewd recollections swallowed my thoughts whole.
It feels good. It feels good. It feels good. It feels good. I like it. It feels good. Shameful, but it feels good, it feels good, it feels good, it feels good—.
All I could do was cling to him, my body shuddering uncontrollably.
Such a good smell. A calming smell. And a pleasant smell. I didn't think I had any particular fetishes, but to climax just from his scent... How will I be able to sit beside him now and act normal?
"Haa... Fuu..."
As the lingering sensations finally faded and I managed to raise my head, he was watching my face with concern.
How kind of you, Gouji-kun. I wonder if you're really suited to be a Master.
My body felt drained, exhausted from the intense orgasm.
Even lifting my eyelids felt like too much effort, and they drooped halfway shut. Through the half-closed vision, all I could see were his lips—
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer,
"Mmm—"
And brushed my lips against his.
A little stiff, perhaps? I can't be certain, since I don't have anything to compare it to, but that's the impression I got. Is it just because he's a man? I don't know.
When I opened my eyes slightly, he was staring at me in surprise, his eyes wide. He must have been about to speak, because a tiny trickle of his saliva flowed into my mouth from his parted lips.
It tasted like the canned coffee I'd been drinking earlier. Bitter, yet refreshing—the kind of taste I liked.
With our lips still pressed together, I couldn't tell how much time passed—seconds, tens of seconds, or even minutes. It might have been brief, or it might have lasted a long time. Time flowed strangely, and when we finally parted, we both gasped for breath simultaneously.
My heart was pounding, and I felt a little short of breath. That must mean we kissed for a decent amount of time.
"...That was our first kiss."
"...Right. Thank you."
"What about you?"
"...This is my first time."
"Really? Thank you."
I feel a faint blush of embarrassment, but more than that, I feel relief. My heart begins to calm. It's like I'm standing on a moonlit beach, listening to the waves.
For the first time, he and I exchanged something intimate. After losing our virginity and chastity, it was our first kiss.
Not that I was jealous or anything, but Kotoha seemed so close to him that I thought they might have already done it. Not that I was jealous or anything.
Yes—even after all the sex we'd had, I'd never kissed him before.
He never asked for it, and I never particularly wanted it.
Kisses are supposed to be for lovers, aren't they? We're nothing more than Master and his bitch, author and reader-collaborator. If I had to force a comparison, our relationship is probably closer to that of sex friends.
I never thought our actions contained love, so I never did it. I'm not pretending to be innocent now, but that might have been the last shred of purity I had. Perhaps it was the only thing my rational mind, ever at odds with instinct, felt compelled to protect until the end.
But at this moment, I want to kiss him. Right now, I feel something like fraternal or parental affection toward him, and I believe he feels the same way toward me.
So there shouldn't be a problem, right? It's a lame excuse, but since I'm both the one making excuses and the one having to believe them, it's not really a problem.
In short, it's an excuse. I'm arguing with my own rational mind, which is questioning whether it's right to do such a thing with someone who isn't even my lover.
And now that I've experienced it, I understand.
A kiss isn't just the touching of lips. It doesn't end when the lips part. There's an utterly decadent sweetness to it, a melting-together of hearts that feels almost obscene. As long as the taste of coffee lingers on my tongue, mixed with his taste, I feel like we're still kissing.
In a kiss, it wasn't just our lips that touched. Our hearts touched too. As our bodies drew closer, so did our hearts, until they overlapped.
I think I understand now, physically, why the protagonists in movies kiss so passionately in their final scenes.
...Nothing but that. All these thoughts that distract me from the man right in front of me.
My mind is drifting, the whirlwind of thoughts not functioning properly. It feels like I've left half of my heart with him.
I've offered him my virginity. My first kiss too. What's next? What can I still offer? It's something I don't even need to think about. Even I know the answer.
Turning my back to Gouji-Kun, I drop to my knees and turn my back to him completely.
Then, with both hands, I grasp my buttocks and spread them wide apart.
"An offering to my Master... This second hole of mine, which I've played with, stretched, and prepared for you, whoever you may be, whenever we meet."
The cold air against my gaping anus feels pleasantly cool.
But soon, this spot will be seared with molten heat, melting and softening until not a single chilled patch remains, even in the tips of my limbs.
"The anus I spent a year training, my virgin anus... I'm sure it will function perfectly as my second pussy. So, just like that day... the day you defiled my virginity... I want you to take my anal virginity and train it to your liking."
"Understood. It's my first time, after all. I'll go slowly."
"Thank you, but do as you please. That's my wish."
The tip of your cock touches my spreading anus. In that instant, I feel an illusion of my entire body melting into a molten pool. I could even say I feel intense heat—far hotter than when you touched my labia.
Could it be that the anus is such a sensitive area? My breath catches in my throat, a mixture of anticipation and fear making my breaths shallow and my throat dry.
"Alright then, let's begin. Are you prepared to bid farewell to your anal virginity, Tsurugi Shino?"
"Yes, of course—mmgh...!"
Mid-sentence, whether he never intended to wait from the start or simply couldn't restrain himself any longer, his erect cock forced its way into my anus, squeezing a muffled groan from my lips.
Of course, my anus has been thoroughly trained as a sex organ, to the point where I can spend an entire day with anal beads inserted. What was once a hole so tight not even a pinky finger could enter now readily swallows the beads.
Even so, his cock is long, thick, and hard, stretching my hole as it relentlessly pushes deeper. It's like a massive tank forcing its way through a narrow tunnel, crushing the walls in its path.
"Damn, that's intense..."
"Huh? That's... quite painful..."
"Should we stop?"
"You already know the answer, right? I'm a masochist, remember?"
"...Well, that's reassuring..."
"Mmmngh?! Ugh, ugh..."
My anus, of course, is narrower than the diameter of his erect penis. That means the entrance is constantly clinging to his shaft, and when he pulls back, he pulls me with him. It feels like everything inside me is being dragged out through my buttocks. Even after prepping with toys beforehand, this still happens—clearly, my anal training is far from complete.
"Ngh...♡ Ugh, ahhh...♡"
The direction reverses—meaning insertion. The entrance, which had begun to curl back, is now subjected to the opposite force, being engulfed by the advancing shaft as it penetrates deeper and deeper.
Originally—I must have thought this sensation would be painful. I imagine most people would feel that way.
No, it actually is painful. But the breath I exhale carries a troubled warmth. Is it painful but pleasurable, or pleasurable because it's painful? It must be both.
My anus, pressed against his cock, can even feel the rhythmic pulsation of his blood—thump, thump. My depravity is making his blood flow surge, swelling his erectile tissue.
When I think about that... my sense of obligation to calm this arousal grows even stronger.
"What do you think, Gouji-kun? My... anal..."
"It's squeezing me so tight! It hurt at first, but... once I got used to it, it wasn't bad at all!"
"Oh? So you're a masochist too?"
"No, listen. I'm going to stretch this asshole of yours—until my cock fits perfectly. It's not so bad, you know!"
"Aaahhh!"
With particular force—grrr—his cock thrusts deeper into my gut, churning everything inside me.
Normally, this hole isn't designed for sex. It's not meant to accommodate a cock.
But even so, the pleasure is undeniable. Human bodies must have been designed to allow sex through the ass.
There's certainly a thrill of forbidden pleasure that comes from the fact of anal sex itself, and the realization that I've become such a depraved, lust-crazed pervert. But even without that, it's more than enough to make me feel good.
Perhaps human bodies were fundamentally designed for sex. No, maybe that's actually true. Despite our claims of intelligence and whatnot, humans are ultimately animals, and reproduction is the primal urge etched into our bodies and instincts. As long as we're living creatures, it should take precedence.
Even if someone says, "You're just doing it because it feels good," I wouldn't argue. Maybe the pleasure of sex is precisely what ensures that our instincts remain unimpeded, even with our intelligence.
"Ugh... Haaah...♡ I can feel it! Your cock's twitching...! It feels good, doesn't it, Gouji-Kun?!"
"Of course it does... There's no part of a girl's body that doesn't feel good, right?"
I wish he would call it Shino's body, but as someone who was a virgin until just recently, I wonder if women's bodies still seem mysteriously alluring to him. He should have two bodies he can do with as he likes, after all.
Well, even as a masochist, being cherished isn't a bad feeling. For now, I don't know what would happen if he were to torment my anus any more intensely. Of course, I still want my mind to be scorched by unimaginable pleasure—
"Alright, I'm going to finish the rest now."
"Huh?"
The moment I thought, This is enough for now...
His grip tightened on my buttocks, his fingers digging deeper into my flesh.
A fleeting, inconsequential thought crossed my mind: Will his handprints, like autumn leaves, remain on my buttocks?
Then, in one brutal thrust, his fingers forced their way deeper into my anus.
"Ugh...! Haaah...! Aaah...! You still haven't... reached the root...?! I misjudged you...! I never imagined you'd... Hiiiii...!"
"Are you alright? If it's really too much, I'll pull out right away."
"I'm fine...♡ It hurts so much... my stomach feels like it's going to burst... but... I'm fine...♡ Break me...♡ Make me all yours...♡"
That ecstasy shattered the mask—what made Tsurugi Shino Tsurugi Shino. You could even call it composure. My body had already started sweating from the vibrator earlier, but now I burned so hot it felt like I'd swallowed boiling water, sweat beading on my forehead.
All I could do was plead, beg, and whimper. That was all.
"Alright. Here we go."
His response was simple. He always indulges my jokes with such enthusiasm, but during sex, he becomes remarkably quiet. I believe that's because my body leaves him utterly speechless. I cling to that thought, even though it's completely unfounded.
"Ogh...♡"
His cock plunges deep inside me, his body pressing against my buttocks.
Every muscle in my body tenses, rigid and strained, as I endure the sensation.
"Ah...♡"
As he pulls out, all the tension drains from my body, leaving me weak and whimpering.
Yes, that's just the insertion. Now begins the sex.
In this helpless state, where I can't move a muscle, it's as if he's masturbating with Tsurugi Shino (an onahole) all by himself—but then the thrusting begins.
"Hah, ahah...♡ Inside me... it's slipping! Being pulled by your cock, dragged back and forth! I'm getting all messy! Nguu..."
Squelch, squelch, squelch... The lewd sounds echoed through the room.
To endure the pleasure, I lowered my head and focused on the floor, where a small pool had formed from sweat—or perhaps saliva—that had dripped from me. I imagined the same scene beneath my honeyed slit, still bravely, pitifully collecting nectar.
"My ass... it's melting! Your hot cock is melting me!"
"When it melts and hardens, I'll have a perfect onahole just for me! Good thing you're here, Shino!"
"Yess, I'm so happy! Then you can use me even more, even more!"
"You're really so cute, you know that?"
"Cute?! Ah, thank you... Ahh...♡"
A momentary lapse in composure. A fleeting opening.
In that instant, the cock thrusts in. Our bodies collide. The raw vibration shoots straight to my brain. My back, my neck, arch backward.
"Hauu, aah, ugh! Hii, kuuun!"
With each thrust, my soft breasts, obeying gravity, bounce wildly, so violently and sloppily that I worry they might tear. The nipples, swollen to their limit, brush against the air with every movement, sending faint tingles through me.
"Ooh, my ass..."
"How refined of you, Shino. It's a hole meant for sex, so you should call it something more appropriate. You understand, right?"
Ah, I do understand. Whether that's a good thing or something to be avoided, I don't know.
The words he wants to hear, the words that excite him.
Because I'm his... fan.
"Ass... ass hole! My asshole onahole! Every time it rubs against you, it takes the shape of your cock!"
The lewd words make my heart tremble. A ticklish shiver runs down my spine.
A pleasure that fills my entire body and soul—a masochistic pleasure, a sensation most people have never even experienced.
Sometimes I wonder how my sexual fetish became so twisted.
Happy. I'm glad I ended up like this. Because it feels so good—
"Good girl, Shino. You've done well. As a reward, I'm going to let you come inside you!"
"Y-yes! Come inside me! Inside Shino!"
My scream and his words happened simultaneously.
I feel the thick, hot semen inside me, against my stomach, against my intestinal walls.
"Ugh...♡ Ahh...♡"
A shock like being struck in the head with a blunt instrument, so intense I nearly roll my eyes back.
This sensation penetrates deeper than anything I feel in my uterus.
My body feels like it's melting into a puddle, about to overflow.
The muscles in my cheeks have gone slack, and I can't move my face of my own will. Yet, whether from joy or sheer pleasure, a loose smile has crept across my face.
I always thought "ahh face" was something made up, but maybe it actually happens when you're overwhelmed with pleasure to the point of fainting.
"Ah-haah...♡ Ahh, my cock...♡"
It was pulled out with a wet slurp, but I can't tell if my asshole is clenching tight. I just hope I'm not leaking semen.
My body, having reached orgasm, is utterly limp, so relaxed I feel like I might melt into a puddle.
Still, the only reason my head didn't fall to the floor was because he quickly scooped me up.
I leaned back against him, letting my head droop and rest on his shoulder as I gazed up at him.
"Hey... Wanna kiss...?"
"...Mm."
His hand touched my jaw, then my lips.
They felt a little stiff, as usual. His tongue parted my lips and slid inside, his saliva flowing gently over me.
"Mmm... Chu... Nn... Juru... Fuu...♡"
The fire burning in my heart slowly subsided. A magic that calmed the heart.
The coffee taste had faded. So this was Gouji-kun's true flavor...?
Right now, my face must be melting into an expression of such carnal pleasure that even my usual suppressed emotions, no—even the raw, unfiltered me that I show Gouji-kun—couldn't possibly imagine it.
It doesn't matter. It's simply a reflection of my current state of mind, and there's no need to hide it from him.
No, I want him to see it. I want him to see the face of a woman sunk deep in the mire of lust.
What will he say? He won't call it shameful, will he? Surely he'll use words like "erotic" or "alluring." If that excites him, that's my dearest wish. My happiness.
I've stirred the sexual desire hidden within me, and now he's directing his raw passion toward me. As a woman, could anything be more delightful?
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"I have a desire for destruction," I confessed.
Lying on the sofa where he'd laid me down, the afterglow had begun to fade.
Feeling weary and listless, I propped my forehead on my arm and spoke.
"That came out of nowhere. Start over."
He was sitting with his back against the sofa's footrest, leaning back casually. He turned around with an expression that showed little surprise.
"Let's continue. Well, don't I have a good face and body?"
"You're right. I've never seen anyone better-looking than Shino, even on TV."
"...If you don't tease me a little, I'll be embarrassed."
"What exactly do you want me to tease you about?"
"I'll tell you next time you pin me down on the bed."
My body was still wrapped in a languid lethargy, but his soft chuckle brought a smile to my lips.
"My family's reasonably wealthy. But since we don't have any real pedigree, we've been the target of envy and resentment for generations. Caught between jealousy and contempt, squeezed from above and below. Anyone who approaches me with apparent goodwill either wants my money or my body. Ugh, it's so annoying! That's why I want to ruin myself. If I become someone no one envies, no one will bother me, right?"
"I see. I think I've got the gist of it. So, how much of that is true?"
"Oh? You don't believe me? Then tell me, how much do you think is true?"
"Just the part about your face and body being nice."
"Stop it! I'm the type to get flustered easily, but that's not the kind of embarrassment I enjoy. Besides, if that's all you believe, then you don't believe anything else I said."
Even as a joke, you shouldn't say things that make people uncomfortable. This is mortifying.
He's grinning at me, clearly enjoying my flustered expression. What a sexual deviant. I want to call him out on it, but the boomerang would be too big to catch if I did.
"You're quite the demanding Master, aren't you? To be honest, I feel like I'm being trained to be the kind of Master you prefer."
"I can't deny that's partly true. We're both training each other, molding each other into our ideal Master and servant. Isn't that rather lovely?"
"Well, I suppose. I don't mind getting closer to your ideal, Shino."
"How flattering. I'd be delighted if I'm also living up to your ideal of a female."
That said, I don't really feel like I've changed that much. Perhaps our original sexual fetishes were just that compatible. Maybe only minor adjustments were needed.
"If you truly have a death wish..."
He brought this up once our conversation had paused.
"Then there's no need for me specifically. In fact, there's no need for just one partner. You could simply go out into the streets and pick up random men. So even if you do have a death wish, I suspect you're exaggerating things somewhat."
I couldn't react. I thought the topic had been dropped and forgotten.
Had she been thinking about this the whole time we were talking?
So she hadn't forgotten. She'd been thinking about it and gave me an answer. I'd thought I'd dropped a bombshell, so I'm relieved. Not that I was particularly lonely or anything.
"At best, it was just a starting point. I decided to become someone no one would envy, to be a bad girl, to do sleazy things, to try masturbating, and it felt good. And that's how the current Tsurugi Shino was born."
"...You know everything, don't you? You're a first-class Tsurugi Shino expert."
He laughed at my comment, which was good, but...
I only sighed in relief after he spoke.
I'm probably making a sour face right now. The longer he talked, the more it must have happened—was Tsurugi Shino really that easy to read?
Perfect score, absolutely correct. I'm just immersed in the world of sex now, and the dark history of wanting to destroy myself is already past. Besides, if I were having sex out of a desire for destruction, it would be too disrespectful to Gouji Takatsuki to voice such thoughts.
Let's just say my understanding of Tsurugi Shino has deepened. The result of the steadily accumulating mutual understanding we've built up. Thinking of it that way doesn't make me feel bad—but somehow, it feels like not only my body, but even my heart, has become his.
I only intended to tease him with a flashy joke, maybe even make him do something even more humiliating and embarrassing.
But I've allowed him to touch my body, and I've allowed him to kiss me.
What will I allow next?
There's really only one thing left.