Saturday ca, and Kotoha showed up dressed so cutely it almost looked like she’d walked straight out of a fashion magazine.
She wore a light cream-colored blouse, its fabric soft and airy, tucked neatly into her skirt. Over it, she had on a pastel cardigan, buttoned only halfway so the hem swayed when she moved. The cardigan’s sleeves were a little long, covering part of her hands, giving her that shy, modest look that suited her perfectly.
Her skirt was a pleated navy piece, short enough that the folds fluttered with each step, showing teasing flashes of her pale thighs. The movent made her seem playful, almost daring, even though her expression was nothing but innocent. Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by NoveIＦire
And topping it off was a small beret, tilted just slightly on her head. It gave her the charm of a pure, proper girl.
“You look cute today.”
“Y-you too, Souta-kun. You look cool!”
Her cuteness made laugh.
The station was busy for a Saturday, but walking with Kotoha at my side made it feel comfortable. She stayed close, clutching her bag with both hands, her beret tilted just so. When the train doors opened, I guided her inside with a hand at her back.
The train wasn’t packed, but crowded enough that we had to sit close. Our thighs pressed together on the hard seat, her skirt brushing lightly against my leg every ti the train swayed. She slled faintly of shampoo and her sweet sll.
“Are we really going to the movies?”
“Yeah. You’ve never been with , right?”
She nodded, her smile shy. “Not since I was little… so I’m really excited.”
We got off at the stop. My plan for today was to watch the movie while teasing Kotoha.
The movie theater lood ahead, neon lights flickering, the sll of popcorn already spilling out through the glass doors. Couples lingered at the ticket machines, laughing softly as they picked their seats.
Kotoha stood on tiptoe to look at the posters lining the wall, her beret tilting with the motion. “So many choices…”
“Kids movie or adult movie?”
“Souta-kun. I’m not a kid.” She pouted.
“Horror?”
“…Not horror.”
“So romance?”
“Yeah!”
“What about the kids movie?”
“No…~”
I chuckled and bought tickets. Letting her pout until she saw where we were headed.
Inside, the theater was cool and dim, the air heavy with butter and sugar. She clutched her bag nervously, her cardigan sleeves hanging over her hands. When I reached for the popcorn bucket, she imdiately took it from , carrying it herself with both hands like it was so kind of duty.
“You’re too serious,” I teased, making her puff her cheeks adorably.
“Watching a movie with Souta-kun is serious business.”
“Should we put on a suit and tie next ti?”
“That’s too serious.”
We slipped into the row near the back, away from most of the crowd. She sat carefully, smoothing her skirt before placing the popcorn on her lap, her beret bobbing with the motion.
I dropped into the seat beside her, close enough for our arms to brush. She froze, straightened, and blushed under the faint light of the screen.
I reached for the armrest separating us and pulled it up. Without even looking at , she took my hand and placed it on her thigh.
The lights dimd, the trailers ending, the screen flaring bright.
I slid my hand higher, under her skirt. Her breath hitched as I pressed her knees apart. Heat radiated through her panties, already damp.
She whimpered, muffling it into her sleeve. I rubbed slow circles against the soaked fabric, then slipped underneath. Bare flesh, slick and hot. She gripped my wrist but didn’t stop .
“Kotoha-chan. Why is it so wet?”
“I-I don’t know…♡”
“Does it feel good?”
“Mhm~”
“Answer .”
“It feels good, Souta-kun…”
I pushed two fingers inside her without warning. Her walls clamped down instantly, her nails digging into my arm as she buried her face into my shoulder to hide her moan. I curled my fingers, stroking her deep, grinding my palm against her clit.
She writhed, muffling cries as the movie’s soundtrack covered the wet sounds of her cunt. Then she broke, body jolting hard, sleeve bitten between her teeth.
Her climax drenched my hand.
I held her steady, my mouth against her ear. “Good girl. Now say thank you.”
“…T-thank you…”
Her body slumped, panting. But instead of pushing away, her trembling fingers clutched my arm tighter.
“…More.” She whispered.
I smiled. This was the type of person Kotoha was. After climax, her mind slips into a daze and she turns into a hopeless nympho.
In my first life, it wasn’t taking control like this. It was always her begging for more, helping learn about won’s body.
I thrust my fingers back inside her, harder this ti. She cried into her sleeve, hips bucking shalessly in the narrow seat.
“Too much?” I teased.
“N-no… more… please…♡”
Wetness gushing around my hand. I pumped faster, curling against her sweet spot, rubbing her clit with my thumb.
She ca again, and again. Her body clenching around my fingers, juices spilling over my wrist, her thighs trembling violently. Each orgasm hit harder than the last, her moans barely stifled as her whole body convulsed in the chair.
By the third, she was clinging to with both hands.
“Souta-kun… I can’t… I can’t stop…♡”
I licked her taste from my fingers slowly after each round, smiling lovingly at her. Her voice moaned sweetly, her whole body trembling as another orgasm tore through her.
“Kotoha-chan. You’re the most beautiful like this.”
“Souta-kun. I don’t know what’s happening anymore. My body is weird. Keep touching please…♡~”
We whispered tenderly to each other.
“Then. Shall we keep going?”
She nodded desperately, pressing her hips back into my hand, her cardigan slipping off her shoulders.
By the ti the credits rolled, I had lost count of how many tis she climaxed. Five? Seven? Maybe more. Her body was drenched in sweat, her blouse clinging to her skin, her beret tilted awkwardly from all her trembling. She slumped against , hair plastered to her face, breathing ragged, clarity only just beginning to return to her dazed eyes.
The seat beneath her was soaked, her panties completely ruined. A sweet, musky scent of sex clung to the air between us.
“Kotoha, take off your panties.”
“Souta-kun, you pervert.”
“You can’t be walking around with wet panties, right?”
She whimpered, her hands clutching her skirt. Then, with trembling fingers, she slipped them down her thighs, peeling the soaked fabric away from her flushed body. Her sha made her even cuter than when I’d been knuckle-deep inside her.
Blushing furiously, she held them out to with both hands.
I took them, stuffing the ruined fabric into my pocket.
Kotoha was so cute. When I was fingering her, she wasn’t blushing like this. The gap between the two versions of her was fascinating to .
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