The front door closed behind us.
Kotoha slipped off her shoes quickly, her cheeks still red.
"I'll be in my room. Souta-kun, hurry up after you're done with Mom."
Her footsteps pattered down the hall, her voice fading as she disappeared upstairs.
I carried Hikari into the living room. The couch was soft beneath her as I lowered her down, the folds of her dress spreading over the cushions.
Her heavy breasts bounced, stretching her dress as she leaned back, hair slipping loose over her shoulder. Her hand rose and brushed against my cheek, fingertips grazing the line of my jaw.
"Mm… your face…"
Her palm lingered, warm, drifting up into my hair. She twined her fingers clumsily through it, laughing softly as if amused by the texture.
"Different. Softer… than I imagined."
Her giggles slipped out again, quiet, unguarded.
I caught her wrist gently, holding her hand steady. If I didn't stop her here, I wouldn't be able to take it anymore. Hikari was just too deadly when she's drunk.
If I made my move now, she would crawl back into her shell the next morning. I had to be patient.
"Hikari-san. You're drunk."
She only smiled wider, eyes half-lidded, her head tilting as she tried to brush my hair back again.
Her fingers slipped through my hair again before falling back to her lap. Her smile softened, her eyes heavy.
"Should I bring you to your room?"
Her lids fluttered, the blush of sake still on her cheeks.
"…No. The couch is fine. It's comfortable."
She shifted slightly, tucking her arm under her head as if proving her point. The folds of her dress trailed over the cushions, her breathing steadying little by little.
I stayed by her side to make sure she's fine.
Her chest rose and fell in slow rhythm.
Only when her breaths evened out completely did I move, adjusting the blanket draped over the back of the couch to cover her shoulders.
In the end, I couldn't resist. I leaned forward and kissed her forehead gently.
I stood there for a moment longer before returning to the car to grab my stuff.
Kotoha was waiting.
Let me go play with your ass some more, Kotoha-chan. Your mom tempted me too much today.
The upstairs hallway was quiet. A sliver of light spilled from Kotoha's door, left half-open as if inviting me in.
I pushed it wider and stopped.
I hadn't expected this.
Kotoha stood in the middle of her room, her hand clasped across the front of her body in a shy posture.
White lace hugged her body, a matching bra and panties set that left nothing to the imagination. Thin straps traced her shoulders and dipped across her collarbones, delicate embroidery pressing against the swell of her chest.
Her panties were cut high, garter straps running down the curve of her hips to clasp against sheer stockings that clung tight to her legs. The garters framed her thighs, drawing the eye to the soft skin above them. Her hair, brushed smooth, spilled over her shoulders, strands catching the light against the pale lace.
Her cheeks glowed pink, but her eyes locked onto mine without flinching.
"…You took too long."
Her voice trembled, yet her stance betrayed no hesitation. One hand tugged lightly at the strap of her garter, pulling it against her skin as if to show it off. The other pressed against her stomach, fingertips grazing the lace at her waist.
I shut the door slowly behind me, gulping at the amazing sight.
What is this?
What is happening?
"I didn't expect…"
She shifted her weight, stockings creasing faintly as her thighs pressed together. Her lips curved into a smile.
"I wanted you to see me like this, Souta-kun."
Her fingers brushed along the lace of her bra, trailing down until they hooked playfully at the top of her garter. Her blush deepened, but she didn't look away.
"I'm ready. Tonight… I'll be the one to tempt you."
Her breathing quickened. She stepped closer, the garter straps brushing against her thighs with each movement.
"Souta-kun… Tonight… you can do whatever you want with me."
Her approach was super effective. My mind went blank.
Her hands pressed against my chest, pushing me back until my shoulders touched the wall. Before I could speak, her lips crashed into mine.
The kiss was messy. Teeth grazing, breath mingling hot and uneven. She clung to me, pouring everything into it.
Her fingers clawed at the front of my cardigan, tugging at the buttons.
"Come off… ngh, why won't it—"
The fabric gave under her shaking hands, one button popping loose as she yanked harder. She broke the kiss just long enough to gasp in frustration before attacking my lips again.
The cardigan slid from my shoulders. She grabbed the bottons of my shirt next, undoing it clumsily. The cloth caught at my arms, clumsy and tangled, but she wrestled it free with a breathless laugh.
"Got it…"
Her palms skimmed over my bare chest. She kissed me again, deeper, pressing her body against mine. The softness of her breasts and texture of lace pressed against me.
My belt clinked as her hands fumbled at it. She pulled, twisted, finally managed to tug it free. My trousers followed, socks kicked aside, until nothing was left between me and her but the heat of our skin.
Her eyes shone, cheeks burning, lips parted with ragged breaths. "Now… Souta-kun… you're mine tonight."
I caught her wrists, holding her still.
A thread of reasoning returned back to me. Kotoha was out of control, I needed to bring her back.
"Kotoha. Do you even understand what you're doing right now?"
Her eyes widened, she licked her lips before curving them into a lewd smile.
"I… I want you, Souta-kun. Let's have sex. Push me down. Don't you want to have sex with me? Hehe…"
The word hung heavy in the room, the boldest I'd ever heard from her lips.
"No. Not yet."
Her body quivered, as if the refusal only made her want me more. She licked her lips again before she sank slowly down, her knees brushing the wood floor. Her fingers trailed down my stomach, settling at my hips.
"If not that…" Her voice came softer, trembling with heat. "…then let me serve you. I'll make you feel good, Souta-kun…"
Her knees pressed into the floor, stockings wrinkling at the bend. She looked up at me with glassy eyes, lips parted, breath hot.
Her fingers slid under the weight of my balls, cupping them gently.
"Mnnhh… so heavy… Souta-kun's balls…"
She kissed them softly at first, one, then the other, lips leaving faint wet circles.
"Chuu… nghhh… all of Souta-kun's thick seed is here, right…?"
She pressed her face closer, nuzzling against me, her nose brushing the sensitive skin.
"I love it here… haahh… I can smell you…"
Her tongue slipped out, hesitant at first, licking once across the underside. She moaned faintly, then licked again, bolder. Soon her tongue was tracing along the seam, dragging slowly, saliva spreading under her strokes.
She pulled one into her mouth, cheeks hollowing.
"Mmmnnhh… slrrpphh…"
The suction was sloppy, spit bubbling as she moaned, vibrations tickling me. She pulled off with a wet pop, strands of drool clinging from her lips to my skin.
Her hands kneaded gently, lifting and squeezing as she latched onto the other, sucking hard. Her tongue swirled inside her mouth, pressing insistently against the sensitive flesh.
"Ahhhhnnn… chu-chu… nghhh… so warm inside my mouth…"
She switched again, lavishing each side in turns.
Suck, kiss, lick, smother.
Until every inch glistened with spit. Her drool dripped down her chin, slipping into her cleavage. It soaked her bra, sliding over the lace to stain the white fabric transparent.
Her lips broke away only to mouth at the base, kissing the skin beneath before dragging her tongue back up. She buried her face deeper, covering everything in messy, lewd kisses.
"Souta-kun… nghhh, your balls are mine… mine to kiss, mine to lick, mine to drink from… haahh…"
She squeezed tighter, rolling them in her hands as her mouth worked faster. Sloppy, wet sounds filled the room, saliva spraying as she smothered me with endless attention.
She pressed her whole face into me, rubbing her cheek against the spit-slick skin.
"Mmmnhh… I could stay like this forever… nghhh, licking your balls, kissing them until you cum all over me…"
"You're truly a lewd girl, Kotoha."
"You… nghh… turned me into this… hehe…"
Her tongue darted out again, dragging long and slow from the bottom of my sack up to the base of my shaft. She moaned at the taste, then returned hungrily to my balls, sucking one in deep, pulling hard until her cheeks hollowed completely.
She pulled back, panting, her face soaked, lips swollen.
"Souta-kun… do you like it when I worship your balls like this…? Nnghh, I love them… I love them so much… haahhh, give me more…"
Her hands trembled as she lifted them higher, squeezing me toward her eager mouth again. She kissed noisily, desperate, as if she was trying to drink the seed hidden inside.
Every sloppy kiss, every suck, every moan only made her wetter. Her thighs rubbing together restlessly, stockings damp where her juices smeared against them.