Stealing Spree

Chapter 2178: Facing our desire



"Kazuha-nee..." I murmured softly the moment our lips parted to catch our breath.

The warmth of our bodies lingered on each other and our heartbeats quickened simultaneously as the weight of what we were doing sank in.

I tightened my grasp around her, shamelessly digging into her pleasant softness as I slowly carried her to my lap.

"Don't talk, Ruki-kun..." Kazuha-nee softly whispered, her voice carrying a pang of urgency. She didn't want to waste this moment talking.

Her breath brushed against my lips. It was warm and sweet like the tangerine we'd just eaten.

In any case, her command was clear yet it was filled with a kind of tenderness I wasn't expecting from her. Furthermore, Kazuha-nee didn't resist my pull, allowing herself to be brought even closer to me.

Before long, she straddled me. Her legs widened just enough for me to push her supple behind to slide across my thighs before firmly settling on top of my growing bulge.

Then, before I could respond, she captured my lips for the continuation of what we started. This time our kiss deepened and became more deliberate as our tongues intertwined, battling for supremacy.

Her hands slid up to my shoulders, fingers curling into the fabric of my shirt as though she needed something to hold onto. Then gradually, she started unbuttoning my uniform, parting my top open.

She glanced down at it, her eyes flickering in satisfaction as though she found it impressive. With the space between us eliminated, Kazuha-nee's body pressed against mine, soft and yielding as her arms tightened around my neck, I could feel the subtle tremor in her fingers. Our connection grew more intimate, skin brushing against skin, the warmth of her body seeping into mine, setting my senses ablaze.

Back in Hina's room, our kisses had been different. I forcefully initiated it driven by a playful or reckless desire to test her limits. But here, in the quiet sanctuary of her room, we mutually desired this. She was responding to me with a hunger of her own, matching my movements and savoring the intimate connection we were sharing.

Each kiss was deliberate, slow even. It was as if we had all the time in the world to explore the depths of this new closeness despite her earlier urgency to get this over with.

Maybe the thoughts of her little brother disturbing us had already dissipated from her head. At the moment, I fully occupied her attention.

As her lips moved against mine with quiet intensity as though she wanted to commit this moment to memory, I indulged her with that desire as my hands started caressing her at the same time.

As her body molded against mine, I also found myself becoming drawn deeper into the moment. I was fully captivated by the honesty of her actions.

After fondling her supple behind for a while, my hand moved back to her waist, my fingers grazing the soft fabric of her dress as I tightly gripped onto it, gradually rolling it up.

The thin material offered little resistance, allowing me to feel every subtle movement of her body as she shifted and quivered sensually on top of me.

Perhaps sensing my increased naughtiness, Kazuha-nee tilted her head slightly, changing the angle of the kiss. There was a subtle shift in her rhythm as though she wanted more but had no idea how to properly convey it.

Her hesitation was understandable. All of this was new to her again. Nonetheless, that hesitation only made this moment more intense.

This wasn't just about our desire anymore. There was something deeper, something that went beyond the physical.

Emotional attraction? Affection? Who knows.

I could feel it in the way her fingers clung to me, in the way her body pressed against mine as if she was afraid of letting this moment end.

And I knew for sure that I felt the same.

Since she'd forbidden me from talking, I conveyed my intent through touch. My hands explored her, showing her everything I wanted to express without words. She responded with subtle shifts, her hips pressing down more firmly, her body rocking slightly as if to mirror my silent yet intimate communication.

When my hands slipped beneath her dress, fingers skimming her bare thighs before traveling up to her waist, a quiet, breathy sigh escaped Kazuha-nee's lips, betraying the pleasure she couldn't contain.

For a moment, our kisses paused momentarily as she glanced down at my playful hands, her eyes following the trail they made beneath her dress.

My touches became more explicit, caressing the lush curves of her hips and thighs, while my fingers danced along the edge of her underwear, causing her to emit a slight moan.

Maybe afraid of being overwhelmed one-sidedly, Kazuha-nee pressed herself further down as though she was trying to get a better feel of what I was hiding inside my pants.

And once she recognized the shape and how it partly nestled between the delicate folds of her sacred place, Kazuha-nee swayed enticingly as she grinded against me, seeking a more direct interaction with the source of my growing arousal. The moist warmth between her legs aroused me further.

This time, she wasn't even trying to be subtle about it. Having not just seen that part of me but also tasted it in her mouth, she knew what she was doing. I could feel her warmth spreading down there as we both indulged ourselves in the sensation of each other's most delicate part.

The stimulating pleasure rekindled my energy as my blood pumped down there as she continued to rub herself against me.

Little did she know, she was still going to be overwhelmed regardless of her attempts to counter.

Time seemed to stand still in this intimate sanctuary. Our kisses were followed by more kisses in a seemingly endless cycle of passion.

As for my naughty hands that continued to travel underneath her dress, lifting them as they did so. They successfully reached her voluptuous pair of mountains, cupping them in full as the soft, wondrous swell filled my palms to the brim. The tantalizing sensation sent shivers down her spine as she responded with a low, desire-filled moan, urging me to continue. Although I had yet to take the last article of clothing covering it, the soft sensation got me so enthused the thought of burying my head in it settled in my mind.

Alas... The saying that 'all good things must come to an end' once again manifested. Outside her door, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed, followed by a series of knocks that shattered the bubble we had created, pulling us back into reality.

"Aneki... I'm back. I have someone to introduce to you."

A voice called from the other side of the door, sounding a little excited. Who else was it other than her little brother? Ogawa...

His tone carried a mix of excitement and anticipation, completely oblivious to what was happening inside.

Kazuha-nee's face flushed an alluring shade of pink as she cast a quick glance at me. Her eyes carried a fleeting apology for the interruption, but even then, neither of us made any effort to separate. The heat between us lingered. Our heated breaths were even a testament to what we're currently feeling. But the sudden arrival demanded our attention.

Shortly after that. I heard another voice, familiar and hesitant.

"K-Kazuo-senpai, we shouldn't disturb Kazuha-nee... Why do you need to introduce me

again when we've already met?"

Of course, it was Mami.

Ah... So that's why he was excited. He was going to introduce Mami - his 'now' girlfriend - to his sister. But seriously, at this hour? What was he thinking? This guy had impeccable timing for interruptions. First last night, and now again.

I suppressed a groan of frustration. Just when I thought I might finally give Ogawa a break... But no, here we were, caught in a moment that could've easily slipped into something much more intense, only for him to knock on the door.

Not that I could entirely blame him. He had no idea I was here. But still, his timing was

infuriating.

Kazuha-nee and I exchanged a glance as we communicated through our eyes.

She intently stared at me, her eyes still clouded with desire but tinged with urgency. I sighed inwardly, realizing what we had to do. With a reluctant nod, I slowly began to withdraw my hand from under her dress, savoring the lingering warmth of her skin as I did so. But before I let her go completely, I couldn't resist one more kiss. I leaned in, capturing her lips with an intensity that I knew would leave her breathless. It was deep, deliberate, and

meant to imprint the moment on both our minds.

Kazuha-nee melted in my embrace, savoring it.

When I finally pulled away, her face was even more flushed than before. Her breath came in

short, shallow gasps. I knew full well that no matter how composed she tried to appear when she opened that door, the telltale signs of our moment together would still linger on her. Her slightly swollen lips, the faint tremor in her hands, and that undeniable blush.

I smirked to myself, satisfied. Even if Ogawa was oblivious to what had just happened, the aftermath of our intimacy wouldn't go unnoticed.

Now then, where should I hide while Kazuha-nee deals with them?