Onna Doushi to ka Arienai deshou to Iiharu Onna no ko wo, Hyakunichi kan de Tetteiteki ni Otosu Yuri no Ohanashi - Epilogue
This chapter is rated R18, if you’re under 18 years old… Nvm, who am I to say that. Enjoy reading the new chapter of Arioto!
After that, Chisaki said to me, [Marika is amazing. I have no idea! I just had a huge argument with Reina and ……. I don’t know about you, but I think it’s great that you have a crush on a high schooler that you’re able to fight her arguments. I’m not complimenting you!]
As the winter break progressed, I also received messages from Kishinami and Tomatsu out of the blue.
Sakakibara, thank you so much! Reina said that she was going to go to another mixer! She told me not to tell anyone, but she said that it was because of Sakakibara! So, thank you!] He said.
Yeah, I think you still have twenty-seven to-be-friend left, Reina… Good luck.
But I don’t know what kind of a change of heart it was, but Reina’s willingness to step up to the plate a little bit for her friend is kind of… pissed me off, but it made me a little bit happy.
Incidentally, at the four-on-four mixer that was held later, all four men were aiming for Reina, hence Kishinami and Tomatsu were unable to find a boyfriend.
On top of that, Reina said, [I guess I don’t need you guys.] then she cut them all off… What’s with this girl with her nice face!
Today’s the last day for Aya to stay. The 25th of December. It’s both Christmas and Aya’s birthday.
At the base of her bosom shines the heart necklace that I gave her, I also have the same one on mine. It’s a pair.
I wanted to buy her a birthday gift, but Aya insisted to buy it together.
She said that since I had put a limit on purchases over 10,000 yen, she wanted to make it the other way around, too.
Anyway, It’s okay. We bought Christmas and birthday presents together with our own money. I thought that this was more like us than just a normal giving and receiving.
Both of us were looking at accessories, having an elegant dinner, and coming home together.
And here we are now, in my room. Both of us are sitting on the bed, facing each other in our loungewear. I was nervous as if it was our first night together.
Aya shook her head weakly.
[It’s not that you can’t but…]
Aya turned her head down. Her face was red up to her ears.
[Do you really want… to do it?]
[Yeah. I want to]
I said as I leaned to her.
[Because it’s Aya’s seventeenth birthday!]
On this day, I made a declaration.
[and I want to punish Aya for what happened last night!], I said
Aya was unsettled, lying on her back on the bed.
I get on top of her. It’s a different position than usual. We were both feeling very uncomfortable, and I felt like I was holding a racket with my non-dominant hand.
I wasn’t trying to go against Asta’s fortune-telling or anything, but I was genuinely, genuinely curious. (TLN: refers to the fortune-telling in chapter 4 where Asta said that Marika’s a genuine M)
I mean, Aya is usually so cute when she shows her casual side. So Aya must be really cute when she’s being tortured.
Though I don’t need to check the answer to that question. Of course, she’s cute.
[Hey, Aya.] I said as I reached out and opened my mouth.
[You know, women together…]
I touched Aya’s breasts from above her clothes.
[Are there any rules about who’s leading it?]
[It depends on the couple, I guess. In short, Neko/Tachi are just a preference of which one you prefer. Do you prefer attacking, or do you enjoy on the receiving end.]
I took off Aya’s outer garments, even though I was convinced that it was true. She was now in her underwear, both top and bottom. Her long legs swayed in embarrassment.
[Aya, you’re cute…]
[Don’t you want to be on the receiving end, Aya?]
[Because… it’s embarrassing!]
[If embarrassment was the reason, I was embarrassed all the time, Aya.]
I laughed at her unreasonable reason. I put my left hand on Aya’s chest and traced her thigh with my right hand. This is a very difficult position to be in. I wonder if it takes a lot of muscle strength to do her… Aya was doing me all day yesterday, I guess the way she works out is fundamentally different…
[As I expected, let’s switch]
[No. I want to do you today.]
I leaned down and kissed Aya while rubbing her body. It’s a lot of work. But again, everything is hard at first. I’ll do my best.
[If it hurts or if you want something done better, just let me know, Aya.]
[Yeah… But, that kind of freedom… I don’t have it anymore.]
Aya’s face was even redder. Her skin is usually white, so it stands out even more.
Her bright hair spread out on the sheets looked like a river shining in the moonlight. I think I’ve seen this kind of painting before.
[Mnn…] I wondered if it was time for me to touch her directly. When I took off her bra, she looked embarrassed and hid her breasts.
[Aya, get your arms off. Come on.]
[That’s all you can say, huh.]
I moved Aya’s arm away. I gently stroke her beautiful breasts. Aya’s face looks like she’s desperately trying to hold back something. Whoa, This is the view that Aya usually sees.
Wow… Th-This is… This is bad…
[Marika’s hands… It feels weird]
[Does it feel good?]
I flicked the tip with my finger. Aya let out a squeak.
[Hehe, I did it. Even though I look like this, I have a lot of experience. It’s not like I’ve been getting trained for six months straight.]
How do you want to be tortured? Where does it feel good to be tortured? What do you want me to do next? I’ve been made to feel all of these things, and I remember them well.
I covered her and Aya touched my breasts with her lips. She sticks out her tongue and traces the tip around the protuberance. She licks, pokes, and sucks at it with his tongue, which is getting harder and harder.
[Marika’s breast… I like it…]
[Yeah, I also like it. Of course, it’s because it’s Aya’s. I feel comfortable when I play with it. Does it hurt?]
[No, I’m fine. Your touches are warm.]
Aya held my head as I was engrossed in her breasts and stroked them. My heart was pounding and I wanted her to do things to me.
I realized once again that I prefer to be on the receiving end, but that’s okay. Today, I want to do her.
[Hey, Aya. I’ll take mine off too.]
It’s getting hot so I took off my top, just like Aya’s, and put on just my shorts. I can almost hear Aya’s heartbeat when we’re skin to skin, it’s so comfortable.
[Ehehe, Aya’s cute. Aya is really cute]
I can feel the vibration of Aya’s hips squirming beneath me. Could this be the true Aya?
[Hey, Aya. Do you want me to touch you down there?]
When I said this while looking into her face, Aya’s eyes widened slightly. She looked at me like she had never expected me to say that.
[… Marika can do whatever you want, I’ll take it]
[Yes, but I’m only going to do what Aya wants me to do.]
I smiled. While cupping her tits in the palm of my hand. I kissed Aya and then moves my face to her ear. I lick her earlobe, which is in good shape.
[Hey, say it properly. Tell me, what do you want me to do.], I whispered.
[Aya, do you want me to touch you? You really want me to touch you, right?]
Aya looked up at me and put a finger to her lips.
Then she gave a small nod, like a small animal.
Aya, you’re too cute, what’s with this girl…
It’s getting harder and harder for me to keep calm.
I wanted to tease her more and more, but I guess I couldn’t. I don’t have enough mental strength to abuse her. I feel like I want to do it as soon as possible.
[Okay. I’ll do it with my fingers, which have been groomed and cleaned by Aya.]
I stroked Aya’s cheek with my index finger and smiled at her.
Of course, I’m nervous because I’ve never touched another person’s sensitive parts before. Not to mention, it’s gorgeous. If I hurt her, It’ll probably get a really bad dent. Be careful, be careful…
My fingers are touching some kind of liquid in her underwear. Wow., she’s flooding. It’s really wet down there…
[Wow, Aya… You’re so wet, huh…]
[…. …. uuu…]
I couldn’t help but spill my honest thoughts, and Aya covered her face with her hands.
I wondered if I did something wrong, but I didn’t care. I’ve been told similar things by Aya in these situations.
[Wow… What is this, for Aya to be wet like this …….Even though I’ve only just played with your breasts and kissed you, but… Aya is such a pervert, huh?]
Instead of my index finger, I used my middle finger. It’s a privilege for women to know what feels good to each other, isn’t it?
Aya shakes her head as if she can’t hold back.
[Because… Marika’s the one who’s doing it…]
[You’re too cute]
[No, no, no, nothing. My true feelings. Well, yes. Because Aya is my princess tonight. I’ll do my best to spoil her a lot.]
This time, I rubbed her a little harder than before. Aya, who started to lose her mind, squealed. My white throat tightens up. My chest heats up as I realize how good it feels.
I still can’t do it like Aya, so after a while, my wrists start to feel tired rather than my fingers, and my body is tight in many places because of the uncomfortable position.
I didn’t understand it because Aya always let me do whatever I wanted, but it’s hard to fulfil what Aya wants to.
I’ve always been able to do whatever I want to Aya, but more than that, when I see her trembling under my fingering, or trying not to let her voice leak out because she’s so embarrassed, I love her so much.
Ah, I really want to mess you up.
When I tried to take off her bottom, Aya was reluctant to do so, saying that it would stain the sheets, but I told her that it was okay, and she immediately lifted her hips.
Yes, the girl who is on the bottom of the bed can’t resist the girl who is on the top. I know that better than anyone.
[Here, Aya, let’s spread your legs, too.]
I urged Aya to do the same, forcing her to open her legs, which were modestly open by about ten centimeters, with my hands. I’ve been wanting to do something since I decided to mess Aya up.
[E, eh, Eh. W-Wait a b-bit, Marika?!]
I put my face close to Aya’s bottom. I squeezed her thighs together with both hands and moved further in. I kissed the spot, making a squishing sound.
[Y-You ca-n’t do t-that, not… t-there… Marika… Marikaa…!]
I’m doing it, and I feel so embarrassed. But Aya was in a panic, so I felt like I could keep doing it.
[Aya’s place, it’s sweet~.]
I smiled shyly. A voice from above my head said, “No, no,” but I didn’t care and moved my tongue. I’ve never done this before, so I did some research. The kind that would kill you if someone saw your search history.
[It smells just like Aya… I think I like this smell.]
I’m sensitive to smells, and my head feels like it’s going to spin. I can’t think of anything but Aya…
[Uu, Ah~!… Ma-Marikaa… It’s embarrassing… it’s embarrassing~!!]
[Fufun, I love you, Aya…]
[M-Me too, I love you, I really love you, Marika…]
Ah, mou. Aya’s desperate voice is too sexy. My brain is tingling and it’s going numb. I think I’m going to be in trouble down there.
I kiss her and stick my tongue in. Each time I thrust my tongue in, Aya jumped. I hold her trembling hips and thrust my tongue deeper. I lick it off and poke it with my tongue.
[Aah… Ah… Ahn…]
Ayal is feeling so much from my kiss. I think I’m going to come just from that fact. Oh, no, this is bad.
The more I tease her, the more I move my tongue, the more I fall in love with her. She’s so cute that I want to keep her only for myself. I’m getting possessive. I strongly believe that I’m the only one who can make Aya look like this. I wonder if that’s how Aya feels too.
[Marika, Marikaa… I-I can’t… not any… more…]
[Yeah, it’s okay, cum whenever you want, Aya.]
I press my tongue even harder against it. This is the first time I’ve done this, and it may be an inexperienced technique, but I really like it
… I don’t have anything to say. This is messing my head up. In my opinion, it’s cute to see Marika desperate in doing the offense. But at the same time, I really want to see Marika being messed up instead (Aya is cute, but messed up Marika cuter!).
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