How To Ruin A Love Comedy

Despite the oversized, baggy T-shirt, her prominent breasts could not be concealed.

As I gazed intently at Miyuki’s breasts, she seemed embarrassed, her eyes rolling in unease.

“Don’t look...”

“Not look at all?”

“Not... not so intently...”

So, it’s okay to look. It’s delightful to see conservative Miyuki becoming more daring. But does she realize she’s becoming more open herself?

“Don’t stare like that...!”

She fussed almost petulantly and placed her hand on my chest. Her touch was gentle, starting from my collarbone to my neck. The ticklish sensation made me shiver slightly, drawing a curve in Miyuki’s eyes.

“Ticklish...?”

“A bit.”

“Does this hurt...?”

She asked as she placed her hand on the neck with the hickey on it. I smiled broadly and shook my head.

“No.”

“It’s gotten quite big...”

Miyuki, proud of the mark she’d made, marveled at it. I chuckled at her words, laced with double meaning.

“It’s in a spot that can’t be hidden; your parents will definitely notice when we get back.”

At that, Miyuki’s flushed face transformed—first shaded, then shocked. She hadn’t thought that far ahead, carried away in the moment.

“What should we do then...? Should we sneak out?”

“Leave without saying goodbye? That won’t do. If they ask, I’ll just say I scratched because it was itchy.”

“Is that okay? Won’t they find out...?”

You know your parents better than I do. Why ask me what to do?

“Well, they’ll probably know. But is that a problem? We can just say we’re seeing each other.”

“No... it’s not that...”

Is the problem that we did something indiscreet here? Of course, a hickey is a visible sign of affection that others can see. It’s also a kind of intimacy that suggests we’ve been playing around quite intensely.

But considering Wateru and Midori’s personalities, they’re unlikely to be that conservative...

What I’m really curious about is how Kanna would react if she saw the hickey. She’d notice right away if she saw my neck, what would they talk about after I leave? I’d almost want to eavesdrop if I could.

As I gently caressed Miyuki’s cheek, I asked her.

“Shall I escape through the window?”

“The window...? It’s not that high, but... you might get hurt... even if Matsuda-kun has good reflexes...”

She took my joke seriously and pondered it. I couldn’t help but burst into laughter and moved my face close to Miyuki’s lips. Then, I teasingly poked out the tip of my tongue and gently moved it across her lips.

“Mmm...”

At that, a pitiful whine escaped from Miyuki’s nose as she closed her eyes tightly. Her hand, which had been firmly against the bed, had at some point moved up to stroke and clutch my hair, and her legs were restlessly rubbing together, creating a peculiar sound.

It was an added thrill to see her slowly open her lips in an attempt to get my tongue inside her own mouth.

Seeing the greed on Miyuki’s face, I teased the protruding middle of her upper lip with my tongue, pushing her away gently.

Did she like this coy kind of kissing? Miyuki opened her eyes in a daze and suddenly licked her own lips.

Her brow furrowed suddenly. The look on Miyuki’s face was so provocative that my desire surged in an instant.

“...What’s wrong...? Are you uncomfortable...?”

She blinked with innocent eyes, seemingly unaware of her own provocative actions.

“No. It’s nothing.”

I exhaled quietly, calming my heated heart, and slipped my hand beneath the small of Miyuki’s back, rolling us over.

“Ah...!”

Miyuki emitted a short cry, momentarily stunned by the swift change in position, looking down at me. As I gently patted her bottom, seated atop me, she shook her head slightly to regain her composure and swallowed.

“.....”

Now that she had control, what was Miyuki thinking? Was she considering seizing my lips immediately? Or was she pondering whether to tease me, like I had done to her?

After much contemplation, Miyuki chose to shyly rest her forehead on my chest and gently blow on my skin.

“You’re handsome...”

Then, in a voice quieter than a mosquito’s, she complimented my looks. That’s all she said. It was a bizarre timing, but it was so endearing that I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Is that so?”

“Yeah...”

“So you just like looks?”

“...No.”

“But you really hate my personality.”

“I do not...!”

Miyuki retorted in a sullen tone. The once-heated atmosphere began to soften and sweeten. Still, we were both visibly flustered.

Looking at Miyuki’s flushed face resting askew on my chest, she seemed even more excited than I was. Her eyes were hazy as if drunk, her tongue incessantly licking her lips... And the firmness of her legs draped over my sides was telling.

We looked at each other endlessly. After a while, Miyuki scolded me with a teasing tone.

“Don’t look at me like that...”

Then, she slid her face off my chest down to the bed. She was brimming with playfulness today… Utterly adorable.

“Why have you been saying ‘don’t’ so much?”

“.....”

“How long have you had this pillow? It’s all floppy.”

“...I changed it yesterday... It’s supposed to be that way...”

Sniff-

“Doesn’t it smell?”

“Don’t lie...! It doesn’t...!”

Miyuki poked at my waist accusingly. It seemed like she was pretending to be more upset than she actually was. I played along and frowned at her, whose poking had turned into tickling my waist.

After showing her mock annoyance in this way for a while,

I jerked.

When I reacted to her tickling my waist by jerking slightly, she was startled and then tilted her head in confusion.

“....?”

***

What was Matsuda’s reaction just now?

His face scrunched up slightly, and his waist arched. It seemed to be when she scratched his… back…?

Miyuki, fluttering her long eyelashes a couple of times, looked at Matsuda with eyes brimming with curiosity. She cautiously slipped her hand under his T-shirt again, touching the same spot she had before.

Twitch.

There was a reaction again. This time it was more intense, perhaps because she touched bare skin. Was this Matsuda’s erogenous zone?

Miyuki, acting on a hunch, reached further. Next was the latissimus dorsi. As she playfully trailed her fingertips over the well-developed muscle, Matsuda reacted even more strongly.

He bit down hard and exhaled a long breath. The undeniable evidence that this was an even more astonishing stimulus made Miyuki’s eyes turn crescent-shaped.

Matsuda was feeling it because of her touch. And quite a lot.

“Stop it.”

Matsuda’s voice had lowered. His tone, unlike the affectionate one before, was stern. That was an act. Pretending to be angry to hide his arousal.

Miyuki, catching on to this, swallowed the sweet saliva swirling in her mouth. Why was Matsuda acting like this? Maybe his pride was hurt because the roles had reversed, and he was not in the lead as usual.

There was something amusing about being the giver instead of always receiving. Her curiosity blossomed wildly. She wanted to explore more of Matsuda’s body.

“I said stop.”

Miyuki, cheerfully ignoring Matsuda’s attempt to restrain her, let her hand wander to his firm chest. The pectoral muscles were slick with sweat in the room without air conditioning. Miyuki’s palm glided smoothly over them.

At the same time, Matsuda’s face crumpled. It was clear to anyone that he was struggling to endure it. His reactions made Miyuki excited as well.

Seeing Matsuda respond to her touch felt good. Sweet dopamine flooded her brain and spread throughout her body. As the cooled desire began to heat up again, her breathing quickened.

“Matsuda-kun...”

Miyuki’s call was met with shock so intense it could only be described as electrifying. Never had she imagined such a lewd tone could escape from her lips. Had she even emitted such a flirtatious sound during their first intimate encounter? The thought suddenly made her blush.

“.....”

Matsuda did not respond to her call. He simply exhaled a long breath through his nose, trying to cool the mounting heat. Irritated by his lack of reaction, Miyuki, on a whim, scraped her fingernail across the protruding side of Matsuda’s nipple.

“Uh...!”

A stifled moan almost escaped Matsuda as his torso jolted upward. Miyuki’s lips twitched into a smirk at this intense and unfamiliar reaction from him.

Matsuda, looking at her, exhaled sharply through his nose-

“Ah!”

-and swiftly flipped Miyuki over, mounting her just as before. Then he cast off his T-shirt with a swift motion.

The sound of the fabric stretching echoed as he undressed with such force that Miyuki clamped her mouth shut. Her eyes widened in consternation as Matsuda grasped the hem of her own T-shirt.

“M-Matsuda-kun...! What are you doing...!”

“It’s okay. Relax.”

No, this can’t happen. She must stop him while his rational mind still prevails. If they go any further, they might fully ignite an unstoppable flame.

She was in the same boat. If her T-shirt were removed and she were to press flesh against Matsuda, she’d undoubtedly get carried away, forgetting her parents and sister were nearby, possibly going as far as to consummate their relationship.

With the excitement already at a peak, moving any further could lead to irreversible actions. She knew she should stop it, but she couldn’t. Why? Because Matsuda’s eyes were filled with affection as he looked down at her.

And in his eyes, she also saw resolve. The resolve that he would stop at any time if she asked him to. Despite appearances that might suggest he was overwhelmed by desire, Matsuda was in full control of himself. It was evident to any observer.

This realization brought Miyuki a sense of relief. Trusting that he would take care of her, her heart tilted more and more in his favor, feeling that whatever happened would be alright.

‘But what about the aftermath...? No, what if we get caught first...?’

She felt they could manage the consequences if they were careful not to make any noise... But the fear of her parents or sister barging in was terrifying. Even with the door locked, suspicion was inevitable, and it could lead to trouble not just for her but for Matsuda too.

She should be saying stop, or at least suggest they go to his place instead... But her body was inexplicably burning with heat.

Hesitating with these thoughts, Miyuki closed her eyes tight and then opened them as Matsuda’s large hand gently stroked her pelvis.

‘I don’t know...’

‘Matsuda-kun would take care of it.’

That was the conclusion Miyuki had come to.

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