Volume 2 Chapter 26 (2/2)

“Let’s do it while you wear that.”

“Hee-?”  (TL: surprised gasp)

Pulled along to the dressing room, Mizuki understands the meaning of his words and speaks in a hurry.

“Ah……eh…….that’s, I smell soap.  What happened?”

“Ah, I took a shower at my house.”

“…….Takemura-san’s house?”

“Ou.”

“That’s great!  There isn’t even a bath here.”

“If you get a large plastic bag, and line a cardboard box with it, then fill it with water from the hot water supply room; it’ll become a bath right?”

“Ah, is that so?  That’s right!  Let’s try making it now.”  (TL: souka? soudesune!)

“……you, even though you’re smart, you’re missing something.”

(TL: I’m not sure if he is saying you are missing the joke, as in he wasn’t serious, or she is lacking in brain power in some areas because she didn’t think about it earlier.)

“I’m sorry……”

“…..and stop trying to divert the conversation.”

As he grabs her b.r.e.a.s.t.s over her s.h.i.+rt from behind her and starts to ma.s.sage them, Mizuki hastily speaks up.

“Ano…. at night, if we can wait till night time!  Right here is a bit……”

“You have no rights to refuse~~.  Spread your legs.”  (TL: d.a.m.n)

Having that whispered in her ear, it felt has if her hips would crumble.  While trembling, she slowly spread the legs under her skirt which were wrapped in stockings.  She had been embraced by Yusuke many times, but this was the first time while wearing clothes.  She hadn’t yet prepared her heart either.  With a furious sense of shame, her face turns a deep red.

“Take off your top, and place your hands on the mirror.”

Obeying his command, she takes off her blazer and only wearing a thin s.h.i.+rt, places her hands against the mirror.  Watching herself stick her a.s.s out towards him, she felt like her cheeks were on fire.

His hand entered her skirt and she trembled in surprise.  Peeling her tights back down her thighs, her white b.u.t.t is exposed.  Slowly he undoes the laces on her shorts.  (TL: I’m not entirely sure wtf she is wearing under her skirt)

“……!”

As his finger comes underneath the shorts and traces her entrance, Mizuki’s voice leaks.  She couldn’t see what was happening under her drooping skirt through the mirror.  When she thinks that Yusuke is able to see it, she becomes shy and wants to run away.

He teases her opening over her panties.  Has his finger brushes over her sensitive parts, spreading open her folds and rubbing them, it becomes harder and harder for her to hold in her voice.  Her breathing becomes rough and she loses strength in her arms.  As the moisture builds up in her shorts, there is a squis.h.i.+ng sound as he rubs the sticky material.

After a while he hooks his finger on her panties and pulls them down.

(Ah…..ah…..)

She imagined the scene of the disgusting threads of her juices being pulled between her and her panties as they came down.  She hears the sound of a belt being removed behind her, and feels something hot press against her a.s.s.  At that, Mizuki returns to herself.

“A, ano….. condom…… we don’t have one right now……”

“I have one, put it on for me.”

“……….”

Mizuki is handed a small package with a condom inside.

Pressing his body against hers, he stands her up straight.  Lifting her on her toes, he spreads her legs and pushes his hardness between her legs in front of her.  At the lewd appearance shown to her in the mirror, Mizuki’s face becomes redder.

“Ah…. eto……”

“Open it and put it on.  Give it a shot.”

“Ha, hai…..”

She breaks open the package and holds his shaft with her hand.  Slowly, she covers Yusuke’s thing between her legs with the condom.  Stretching it from the tip to the root, she carefully grips his thing in her hand as it pulses.

“Yosh.  You did good.  Let me borrow your a.s.s.”

“Th, that kind of expression….!

Ignoring her protest, Yusuke pushes her body down.  Mizuki once again braces herself with both hands on the mirror and her a.s.s sticking out at him.  Antic.i.p.ating insertion, Mizuki braced herself for the pain.

The rough hands of the man behind her grabs her waist.  The impending penetration was getting closer.

The hardness pressed inside Mizuki’s wetness.

There was no pain.

As she accepted him all the way to the back of her entrance, Mizuki furrowed her brows in confusion.  Letting out ragged breath, she becomes perplexed by a building feeling.

(Are…. why……?)  (TL: “Are” is like “huh?”)

He began thrusting full-scale.  With a slapping noise, Yusuke’s hips banged against her soft b.u.t.t.  As he rubbed her insides back and forth, an itchy feeling began to crawl up from her hips.  Expecting the pleasant feeling from before, she became frustrated.

(Today, quickly….. come……!)

Being thrust into without restraint, her head started to get dazed.  Consumed by a pink haze, her reason melts away.

As if crazed, Mizuki sucks on Yusuke’s finger which he had used to tease her before.  In doing so, she avoids the kiss which had been approaching.  It could have been that he respected her last resistance of keeping her lips off limits.  While keeping that thought in her heart, she entwines her tongue around his finger, thoroughly licking the joints.  As if it were a p.e.n.i.s, she runs her lips up and down it, rolling her tongue around it in her mouth while sucking.

With drool messily dripping out of her mouth, what was reflected to her in the mirror was the appearance of her being f.u.c.ked from both sides.

(H, how obscene…..  I’m obscene…..)

It was not the romantic fantasy she had once dreamed about.  A fantasy where she met someone she liked, and slowly they both explored each other with care, feeling good together.  There was no love.  As if they were two wild animals in the back of a cave, licking each others wounds; it was that kind of mating.

(Ah….., ……ah!)

The itchy feeling became numbness, and without being able to escape, became bigger as it knocked on the back of her womb.  It was a feeling she hadn’t experience until now.  As her thoughts are shaken, the feeling becomes better and better.  As if breaking through a wall, the feeling of pleasure began to spike and Mizuki became frightened.

“I……I’m scared……, Takemura-san, this, it’s scary…..!”

At that urgent shout, Yusuke moved.  With a quick movement, he pulls out of her, leaving her gaping and empty.  Without giving her time to raise her voice, he pushes her to the floor of the dressing room and rolls her on her back.

With both hands, Mizuki turns and hugs Yusuke as he comes down on her from above.  Without worrying about her disgraceful appearance, her crotch is spread wide as if ready to accept a male.  Responding to that begging posture, he once again inserts his hardness.  With that pleasant feeling gone, she was on fire, wanting it to return again.

(Ah…. his abs, they’re hard…..)

With her thoughts melting away, she runs her hands up and down Yusuke’s body.  Her brain went numb thinking about the hard muscles underneath his clothing.

(So firm…. amazing….!)

With Yusuke hammering into her, she shakes her hips.  The pleasant feeling runs through her like electricity and she can no longer think.  Loneliness, pain, worry, and pain; she forgets everything and becomes a girl wallowing in pleasure.  (TL: it says pain twice)

Unexpectedly, her pleasure reaches it’s peak.

“Ah…. AAAAAHHHHHH!!”

As if anchoring her floating body, she desperately grabs onto Yusuke’s back, clinging to him.  With violent s.h.i.+vers, she presses her crotch into him, feeling his hardness pressing against her womb.  Even if there was pain, it turned to pleasure as she continued to press hard into him.

At that time, Mizuki felt his hardness throb inside of her and even more strongly drove it inside herself.  With her back twitching, she clenches tightly around him, pulsating.

With the inside of her body completely filled by him, she rides out her wave of pleasure until her consciousness becomes white.

<script>