Stealing Spree

Chapter 2937: Lost Reason *

As Futaba closed in, her eyes focused intently on my face. Most likely, she wanted to properly gauge my reaction.

Upon thinking about it, I could basically understand why she couldn’t send that guy away. She failed to answer his calls and now he rushed out here because he was worried. Futaba couldn’t simply tear her face away and tell him to go home without a proper explanation, especially since she was supposed to be alone.

I reached for her hand, pulling her closer. The look in her eyes told me that the presence of her boyfriend downstairs hadn’t dampened her desire.

Of course, it made her feel a little guilty but despite that, she had no intention of ending what we started.

Slowly, she straddled my lap again, her arms winding around my neck with a desperation that hadn’t been there before. The risk of discovery was no longer a theoretical threat. That guy was already sitting downstairs, waiting for her.

However, his presence seemed to act as a catalyst, pushing Futaba past the remnants of her hesitation.

”He... he wants to come up,” Futaba said with pursed lips, looking a little troubled. ”I told him to stay put. Honestly, he had never been inside here before.”

Alright. This girl... There’s no need to tell me that, right? Is she doing it to stimulate me? To make me lose control. I guess in her mind, if she’s the only one who pushed us past our perceived boundaries, it won’t feel right.

In any case, that information truly got me fired up. All these years in their relationship, he had never set foot in her room, yet here I was. And not only was this my second time here, but at both times, the situation was more intimate than their entire history combined.

”I see. Then, should I hide? Should we stop?”

”I... I don’t know.”

”Wait, my question is wrong. Tonight, I’m at your command. Whatever you wish, I follow.” I caressed her cheek before sliding down to her waist, enclosing the narrow curve of her hip.

Futaba let out a shaky breath, her gaze shifting from my eyes to the prominent length of my cock pressing against her stomach again. Seeing that it was as lively as she left it, a small, almost manic smile touched her lips. The conflict was still there—the guilt of her boyfriend waiting just a few rooms away—but it was being drowned out by the sheer adrenaline of the risk.

”Don’t hide,” she whispered, her voice dropping an octave. ”If you hide and he finds you later... it’ll be worse. Just... stay here. I’ll handle him... It should be fine to have him wait for a while. I told him I have to finish something important.”

The irony of her words wasn’t lost on me. To her boyfriend, the ’important thing’ was likely something like tidying herself up. In reality, the most important thing in the room was the pulsing desire that was showing no signs of dissipating.

Futaba shifted her weight, the makeshift wrap she’d used to cover her lower body slipping away, revealing the glistening evidence of her current state.

After that, she lifted her hips slightly while staring at me as though giving a silent command to strip her of the rest of her clothing.

I reached for the hem of her pajama bottom, pulling the fabric down along with her lacy underwear over her thighs. As they pooled around her knees, she shifted slightly, lifting one of her legs to help me take it off her completely.

I tugged further down, sliding them out of that leg. Then, Futaba didn’t bother sliding them out of the other leg. She immediately sat back down as if afraid I would stare at her sacred place for too long.

A mischievous smile tugged at my lips as I whispered, ”What are you afraid of? It’s beautiful.”

The girl glared at me, pursing her lips in a futile attempt to look stern, but the flush crept up her neck and face, making her look even more alluring and vulnerable.

”Y-you... You’re not allowed to say that, Onoda-kun.”

”Why not? Can’t I admire something so beautiful?”

”You can but... Ugh. I get this. This must be what Akane said before. Like how you keep teasing her even in an intimate setting,” Futaba groaned, looking one part aggrieved, four parts embarrassed and five parts stimulated.

”Well, she’s not wrong, but that doesn’t mean I’m not being truthful with my words.” I chuckled before wrapping my arms around her waist again, pulling her flush against me. My hands then slid down her supple butt, squeezing the firm flesh as I felt the heat radiating from her.

Futaba’s eyes widened slightly as she firmly held onto my shoulders. But as she felt the raging heat of my cock pressing against her sacred, her whole body quivered before a soft moan escaped her lips.

”O-onoda-kun...”

”Hmm? What is it?”

”It’s too much...” She whimpered as her arms looped around my neck. Once again, she pressed our foreheads together, her eyes clouded with a mixture of longing and anxiety. ”I... I don’t know what I want next... I just... feel like I haven’t learned enough yet. Especially when I’ve got you this hard.”

”It’s fine not to know, Futaba. Sometimes, letting things develop naturally is the best way to learn,” I replied as I began guiding her hips again. I could feel the wet heat of her sacred place slowly wrapping my length. At times, her sensitive bean would be poked by the tip, causing her to shiver violently. Nevertheless, Futaba was doing her best not to show it on her face.

At the moment, the thought of her boyfriend being just downstairs acted like a physical current between us, amplifying every touch and every sensation. If it doubled the sensation for me, it was even more so for Futaba.

The conflicting emotions within her had long pushed past the point of no return.

”Develop naturally...” She repeated my words in a breathless whisper, her voice trembling. ”Then... naturally... this is what happens next, right?”

Futaba didn’t wait for an answer. With a sudden, determined movement, she lifted her hips and hovered just above the tip of my cock. Her gaze was locked onto mine as she lowered herself slowly.

The sensation of slipping right at her narrow entrance immediately filled my senses. However, the girl stopped there, not daring to push even further and break through the final barrier.

This girl... Did she just jump a few steps? No. In a natural progression of intimacy, this was exactly what should happen next. For new couples, many would even skip the foreplay and go straight to the act.

But now, we were both suspended in a moment of agonizingly slow motion, the tip of my cock barely breaching her wetness.

I held on with the last string of my reason and held her steady. I took in her expression, the way her brows were slightly knit and the way her lips were parted in a silent, trembling plea for more were simply intoxicating.

In any case, I have to be very careful here. Even if things had already developed at this point, I couldn’t just claim her and push inside like this. That’s not the kind of man who could truly guide her toward the pleasure she’s been chasing.

”Onoda-kun... please,” Futaba whispered. She didn’t move, but the slight tremor in her thighs told me she was fighting every instinct to simply collapse onto me.

I had no idea what was happening to that guy downstairs, but at the moment, Futaba had probably already forgotten he was there in the first place.

I didn’t rush her.

Instead, I slid a hand up to the small of her back and eventually her nape, pulling her face even closer to mine.

”Are you sure?” I asked softly. ”Once we go past this, there’s no turning back. Aren’t you only concerned about me not having a release after I helped you reach the peak three times?”

Futaba let out a soft, fragmented sound. It was halfway between a sob and a laugh. She dropped her lips on my jaw again, her warm breath ghosting over my skin, sending another jolt of electricity through my spine.

”Y-yes but I also want to...” She shifted her weight, the slight movement causing the tip of my cock to glide deeper into her wetness, making the tip touch that final barrier.

This girl... Her reason had already flown away, leaving only the raw instinct of a woman in heat. The fact that her boyfriend was sitting in the living room, perhaps wondering why she was taking so long, only served to sharpen the edge of her desire.

”Alright then. I’m not so cruel as to deny you this. It’s just... you’ll become mine. Only mine.” Rearing up my possessiveness before the final act. It’s to make her realize how everything would change if we went through this.

And sure enough, Futaba reacted to it. Her body froze for a bit as the struggle began between the propriety she had maintained for years and the raw desire she had for the pleasure that I introduced to her life.