Stealing Spree

Chapter 2125: Do you have a spare?



Watching Futaba lose herself from that extreme pleasure and then plead for me not to look at her, the bubbling desire within me churned. It was urging me to disregard everything and satisfy myself by continuing.

Naturally, I fought against that urge by simply turning my gaze away in order to wait for her to recover.

Fortunately, Futaba sat between my legs, not on my lap. Otherwise, she'd feel that part of me also reacting to her. Well, with her back resting on me, she could probably feel the bulge already.

That was dangerous.

But who am I to blame? I also consented to her request.

Anyway, it took her a minute before she removed her hand from her face. Perhaps noticing that I averted my gaze, Futaba let out a relieved sigh before she raised her hand to my cheek, turning my gaze back to her.

She silently mouthed 'Thank you' and I replied with a nod.

After that, Futaba tugged at my hands which I already fixed around her navel. Of course, I also pulled the hem of her top pajama down, covering the spot that accidentally caressed earlier.

"Onoda-kun... I'm wondering." Futaba started. Shortly after, she bit her lips and the expression on her face became complicated.

"Hmm?"

From my experience with girls, I could somehow understand her current state.

That was hesitation and apprehension. In her head, conflicting thoughts clashed.

And if there was a clash, one would end up triumphant.

With her eyes trembling slightly, Futaba continued.

"...You don't have to answer me. You can also pretend you didn't hear anything. But I can't help but wonder if it will also hurt if it's with you."

That last part was muttered under her breath. I would've failed to catch it if she was not this close to me. Most likely, she also understood the underlying meaning behind it and was truly restraining herself from bringing it up. Alas, that thought won in her head.

In any case, regardless of whether she gave me a way out or not, I already prepared a proper response. Not a cop-out but simply enforcing the boundary I set for us.

"Alright. I won't answer that for both of our sakes. Tell me, how are you feeling right now? Will you be able to stand up?"

To prevent us from going down further that route, I steered our topic away from it. After that, I flipped my palm around to grab and squeeze her hand, putting a little strength on it.

Futaba winced in pain from it, waking her up to whatever state she was in at the moment.

I heard her mutter under her breath but I couldn't quite catch what she said. It was inaudible but judging from the way she covered her face in shame again, Futaba must've been scolding herself..

But well, I'm really doing us a favor here. We cannot cross that line... yet.

If I told her that my touch might not be painful for her, the possibility of Futaba asking me to try and me agreeing to it was incredibly high.

No. It would certainly happen.

I'm still a pervert through and through. Given that I had acknowledged my desire triggered by her and I was even nagged by the temptation, I wouldn't be able to reject her.

I mean, if I could read my girls whenever we're together, there's no way I wouldn't know what's going on in Futaba's head.

I made her climax with simple touches through her sensitive spots. That threw her mind into disarray and that made her confused about what she was here for originally.

She was sensible, yes. But someone sensible could still be put in a disconcerting position, especially when it involved that intoxicating pleasure.

If the tickle ended just like earlier, she wouldn't be like this.

Unfortunately, it already happened and I had no idea how it would impact her in the future. It would be great if she recovered and eventually forgot everything that happened. If not, then I'm sorry for her boyfriend but he may lose the girl in the future.

"... I feel stuffy but I can stand up... I think?" Although it took her another minute, Futaba eventually answered.

She also squeezed my hand back before retracting it.

"I see. What about down there?" I nodded and then bluntly asked.

Pretending not to notice should be the best route here but I decided to do it like this. It was

akin to a shock therapy that could set her head in order once again.

And as I expected, Futaba's eyes shook before shyly answering followed by a pinch on my arm.

"Eh? Uhm... w-wet and sticky."

I kept a straight face and nodded, "I figured that's the case."

"S-shameless Onoda-kun."

Futaba once again quivered in embarrassment but it was quite weak. Furthermore, a soft giggle escaped her mouth, causing her body to relax.

Acting as though I didn't hear her, I continued.

"Here. Let me fix this first." Moving my hands off of her navel, I brought it up to fix the button I undid earlier, covering that alluring part of her that remained visible to my eyes all this time. Futaba was speechless but she didn't stop me. Instead, she pouted when I finished.

Naturally, I made sure not to touch the jiggling mass just beneath it.

And once that's done, I held her waist and asked again -- still devoid of any changes in my expression, "Should I guide you to the bathroom? Also, do you have a spare to change into?" "Haa... You're being so calm about this, Onoda-kun. It's kinda scary. Yet here I am freaking out from embarrassment... I don't have a spare. If I asked Akane--"

I cut her off before she could finish that. There's no way she could ask Akane for spare panties,

no?

"Wait in the bathroom. I'll bring you my old boxers. Will it be fine for you?"

"Yours?"

"Yeah. Don't worry. It is something I don't wear anymore. Your waist is curvy. It will still fit

you." I curled my fingers a little, squeezing her sides.

Yeah. I held her waist to measure her size.

Obviously, Futaba slapped my hands away right after it.

Shortly after, she still looked up and asked.

"... I cannot say no, can I?"

"I guess. Unless you want to go commando"

"Pervert! Uh... I'll take it. I have no other choice, right? Well then, I'll go to the bathroom first!" Futaba exasperatedly exclaimed before her voice lowered again as she hurriedly stood up, covered her nether region with her hands, and then ran out of the living room.

Watching her run away like that made me a little concerned for her.

I mean, she could trip over because her legs remained squeezed together.

I then looked down at the spot she vacated. Sure enough, it was still warm, and wet stain got

left behind...

Fortunately, the stain was small and didn't spread wide.

But knowing Akane, if I don't cover it up, she'll definitely notice it later...

No choice. I'll cross that bridge when that time comes.

Anyway, I also stood up soon to go upstairs and get the boxers Futaba could change into.

For sure, she'll keep wearing the bottom of her pajamas. I mean, she'll have a lot of explaining to do if she shows back in the room without it.

After grabbing something inconspicuous and comfortable, I returned downstairs where Futaba's head was already peeking out of the bathroom, waiting for my arrival.

"Mhm. You look adorable like this, Futaba." I said upon handing the underwear to her.

Futaba swiped it from my hand and stuck her tongue out cutely. Then before retreating to the bathroom to put it on, she said in a partly annoyed and partly gratified tone.

"I hate you, Onoda-kun... And thank you for being my voice of reason." When she came out of the bathroom again, Futaba walked back to the living room and flashed

a refreshed smile before running upstairs.

I guess we're good. Things somehow escalated more than how it was with Eri...

Since she promised to tell the others about the favor she asked from me, Akane and Fuyu

would definitely bring that up later.

As for the complete details of what happened, that might be a little secret between us. It's one of the things better left unspoken at the moment.

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