The Hentai Protagonist System

Hearing the sound of the doorknob opening surprised me. There was no reason for anyone to come to my room in the middle of the night. I lay back in the bed to pretend that I was still asleep, to discover what whoever was coming wanted.

 

The door opened and someone entered, immediately closing the door and locking it afterward. 

 

Despite being nighttime my room was relatively illuminated, thanks to the full moon in the sky.

Thanks to that I was able to know who entered my room.

 

...Yuria?!

 

After making sure that the door was closed she turned in my direction and started to walk in my direction.

 

I immediately closed my eyes, so that she wouldn’t notice that I was awake so easily, and concentrated all of my attention on my ears so that I would know if she was leaving or moving in a different direction.

 

Unfortunately, the amount of attention that I had to spare was very little, considering what she was wearing.

 

Why the hell is she wearing something like that?!

 

I manage to see that she was wearing a one-piece see-through nightgown. It was colored white and it managed to accentuate her already seductive figure in a way that made me believe for a second that she had become a succubus.

 

I couldn’t take that image out of my head, especially with my eyes closed. I could feel my little brother starting to wake from its sleep thanks to that image.

 

I tried to concentrate only on the sounds around me, hoping that my little brother would go back to sleep and understand why Yuria was in my bedroom.

 

She was walking while trying to make the least amount of sound possible, but I still manage to hear the sound of her breathing. It was rough and heavy like she was nervous or anticipating something.

 

I could hear by her breathing that she was approaching very slowly like she was having difficulty approaching me.

 

Or like she was having doubts.

As she approached me I could feel my heart pounding in my chest harder and harder by the second. I know it was completely illogical and impossible but at some point, I started to fear that my heart would pound so hard that Yuria would be able to hear.

 

Finally, she arrived at my side. I could hear how hard her breathing was, a signal of how nervous she was.

 

“Just this once” she muttered.

 

Her voice was so small, so delicate, that I barely could hear it. It was like she was so concentrated on something that she wasn’t able to hold back her voice.

 

For a fraction of a second, I pondered what she was talking about, despite already having a pretty good guess. I wanted to believe that guess was right, but a part of me for some reason couldn’t fully accept that possibility.

 

That moment of doubt vanished with her next action.

 

She cupped my groin with one of her hands.

 

The moment I felt her hand caressing that region I had to use every bit of self-control to don’t react in any way. I could hardly believe that she was actually doing that.

 

The way she was caressing my nether regions was slow and gentle like she was just feeling the way what was underneath was reacting. Even through the fabric of the clothes, I could feel the warmth of her soft hands.

 

“...He seems to be blessed in this area” she whispered in wonder.

 

Apparently, she was measuring my tool. Hearing what she said satisfied my male pride which only increased my already high arousal. I could feel my shaft getting even harder than before, reaching its maximum stiffness.

 

My clothes were now leaving me uncomfortable, making me have the urge of adjusting them to make it easier to tolerate their presence.

 

“He looks uncomfortable” she whispered “...I should help him. Yes, this is just helping to be more comfortable”

 

The way she was uttering those words was like she was trying to convince herself of her motives. Like she knew it was wrong but was trying to come up with any possible excuse for her actions.

 

I felt her hands on the sides of my shorts, slowly lowering them until finally my schlong was freed from its captivity.

 

“Haaah... *Sniiiiiiffffffff* ...this smell... *Sniiiffff* ...haaahh... ...it’s so strong...”

 

I was already certain of why she was doing this, but her words just confirmed my supposition to be right.

 

That affected her even more than I thought it would!

I was incredibly nervous at this moment, filled with anticipation and fear of what was going to happen next.

 

A part of me was tempted to ‘wake up’ and confront her about what she was doing but now wasn’t the right time. Now was a very critical moment, and any wrong action might put in jeopardy, and potentially twist, our relationship completely in the future.

 

I had to endure to act a little longer.

 

She sniffled the air close to my groin, I assumed, for some time as if savoring a perfume that she adored for the last time

 

“...not just this smell... *Sniff* ...haah, but his penis as well. He really is big for a 12-year-old boy” she said in amazement.

 

Her comment made me overjoyed. I knew already that I had been blessed with an outstanding ‘tool’ in this life but hearing it from Yuria, who certainly had seen her fair share of ‘tools’ in her life, only made me feel even more proud.

 

For the record, I had measured the size of my shaft, like any man had done at some point in their life, not long after I got my first erection. My rod had 8 inches(≈20cm) of length and 4 inches(≈10cm) of girth.

 

I was so happy by her last comment that I was caught by surprise with what she did next.