"Go on, do whatever you want with me! You disgusting bastard!"
Matsuki lay sprawled on the bed like a fish, hurling abuse once again.
Does this idiot think I'm some kind of rapist? Or a corrupt official?
Whether from nervousness or something else, her limbs remained stiffly extended, her body rigid in an almost military-like posture.
"Hey, Matsuki—"
"Shut up!! Don't talk to me!"
"Don't talk to me," she says—like that leaves me any room to maneuver. If she hates this so much, she could just leave for real...
Matsuki kept her eyes shut, her face tense and trembling slightly. Just by looking at her outfit, I could tell how much effort she'd put into today. The last time I saw her in Shibuya, she'd been dressed like a full-on gyaru—mini skirt and all—but today, she wore a long pink skirt with a loose, flowy top. Her hair was still dyed brown, but the usual waves had been straightened into a single curl. The jangling tribal-style earrings she always wore were gone, replaced by modest studs. So Matsuki and Hamabe had skipped school today to change up her image, huh?
"Alright, here goes..."
With no other choice, I lay down beside Matsuki. This was the first time I'd seen her face this close, and damn, she really was ridiculously pretty. Her eyes weren't particularly large, but they had an intense presence, and her plump, duck-like lips and small nose gave her an air of childlike innocence. Her face was tiny overall, but her well-balanced features were stunningly beautiful. Yua-san, who'd seen countless cute girls in the entertainment industry, had probably meant it when she said, "She's super cute!" at first glance. That was the kind of potential Matsuki had. She was still immature and unrefined, but with some polish, she'd undoubtedly grow into a beauty who'd turn heads. Too bad the only thing that ever came out of her mouth was unreasonable abuse aimed at me—honestly exhausting.
"H-Hey, why are you getting so close to my face?!"
"Huh?! I was just gonna kiss—"
"Don't do unnecessary shit! Your breath stinks! Just hurry up and get it over with!!"
Ouch... That hurts... I might actually cry...
Giving up on the kiss, I propped myself up and slid my hand under her skirt, hooking a finger into her panties.
"W-Wha—what the hell are you doing all of a sudden, you bastard?!"
"What do you think? Taking them off. We can't do it with your panties on, right?"
"Tch!!"
Matsuki clicked her tongue loud enough to echo through the room, then sat up halfway to yank her panties off.
"There! Happy now?! Hurry up and finish!"
With that, she flopped back onto the bed.
"Got it... Jeez, how long are you gonna keep your legs closed? Open them a little."
"Damn it! Th-This good enough?!"
"Sigh..."
I positioned my head between her thighs, lifting them over my shoulders to reach her crotch. This was my first time seeing Matsuki's pussy—small, with barely any pigmentation. Not even her clit or labia minora peeked out from the tightly closed slit. But what surprised me most was the complete lack of pubic hair. At first, I thought she might have shaved, but there wasn't a single trace of stubble. Maybe it was just her body, or maybe she'd never grown any to begin with.
Mwah, mwah, mwah.
"Ah..."
I started kissing her inner thighs. At least here, my breath wouldn't be an issue.
Mwah, mwah, mwah. Smack, smack.
"Hyah?!"
Matsuki squirmed, ticklish. Her skin was unbelievably smooth.
Mwah, mwah, mwah! Slurp~, schlick! Lick, mmmph!
"Nghaaahn!"
Her duck-like lips puckered further as she let out an adorable squeal.
"W-Why are you—your tongue?! Stop licking there!!"
"Because you're not ready yet. If you want this over fast, stay still."
"Ugh..."
Matsuki bit her lip in frustration. Ignoring her, I continued lapping at her tiny slit. Every time my tongue flicked her clit, she writhed and moaned.
"Ah, ahh, uwaaahn!"
I carefully worked her sensitive spots with my tongue and fingers, watching her reactions to figure out what felt best. Whenever I focused on a particular spot, she'd gasp, her love juices flowing more and more. Was this what Mao-san meant by "conversing with her pussy"? But... I was starting to enjoy this. Matsuki was usually loud and chatty, but her pussy was even more talkative—and far more honest.
"Matsuki, how's it feel? Good?"
"Ahn, haah... I-It doesn't... feel good at all!"
Even as she denied it, her thighs were soaked, and the tension in them had completely melted away. I kept up the "conversation," eventually pressing my tongue against her vaginal entrance.
Huh?
There was an odd resistance. Wait... Could it be...?
"Hey, Matsuki!"
"W-What...?"
"Are you... a virgin?"
Her face flushed crimson in an instant. That reaction said everything.
"S-Shut up! Like that matters!"
Her words were defiant, but her voice was weak.
"Didn't expect that... But don't worry, I'll make sure it doesn't hurt."
"Y-You idiot! Who's worried about that?!"
She kept screeching, but I ignored her, sliding my tongue into her entrance. Her clit was still exposed—a little rough but soft and squishy, feeling nice against my tongue. She was wet enough by now. I pulled down my boxers and pressed my throbbing glans against her entrance.
Schlick, pop, squish...
"Augh?!"
Her body jerked. I pressed closer, slowly pushing my hips forward.
"Y-You okay?"
"D-Don't act like this is anything...!"
Still putting up a front. At this point, it was almost impressive.
I moved as gently as possible to minimize the strain. Glancing down, I saw her love juices mixed with blood. It hit me again—I'd just taken Matsuki's virginity. I didn't know why she hated me so much, but I felt a pang of sympathy for her, having to give her first time to someone she despised.
"Ugh... damn it... I hate this... Losing it to... a loser like you..."
Seriously?! After all the care I'm taking, that's what she says?!
"Oh? You hate it? Must suck, huh? Having your virginity stolen by a loser's tiny dick, then having to bear his loser kids?!"
I surprised even myself with how sadistic that sounded. Well, given her attitude, she kinda had it coming—but maybe I went too far?
"Ugh... uuuh... Waaahh?!"
"W-Wait, you're crying?! Seriously?! S-Sorry, that was too much! I take it back, so stop crying! I'm sorry, okay?! My bad!!"
If she starts wailing like this mid-act, it's gonna look like I'm actually raping her! Give me a break!
"Damn it! Damn it! Stop apologizing like that! I've always hated how you apologize for everything, even when it's not your fault!!"
She flailed her arms, hitting me weakly. Annoying, but not painful. I pinned her wrists to the bed, bringing our faces close—and kissed her.
Mwah, mwah, mwah... Ah, smack... mmmph...
The abuse and violence stopped, leaving only the sound of our lips moving together. I expected resistance, but surprisingly, Matsuki eagerly tangled her tongue with mine—almost voraciously.
"Mmphaah..."
"Matsuki, you said you've 'always' hated me, but we only met in high school. And we've barely interacted since then..."
Still pinned beneath me, she turned her face away. Her flushed cheeks and tear-streaked face held a faint, alluring glow.
"Th-That's exactly what I hate... How you just... forgot about me completely... The old Chii-chan would've... never..."
Her words hit me like a truck. Wait... No way... Seriously?!