40. Torment
“As self-punishment for doing something terrible to Ai-chan, today I won’t touch you with my hands at all. Instead, I’ll pleasure Ai-chan using this brush. It might feel frustrating, but I feel the same way. So you’ll understand, right?”
The girl couldn’t begin to comprehend what she was supposed to understand from that, but she felt that not being touched directly by his hands was still better than the alternative.
After all, the strength she felt when he had straddled her and grabbed her shoulders last time was unmistakably a man’s power.
Even though this man looked physically weak and frail among men, he still possessed that much strength. The girl was genuinely surprised.
“Ah, Ai-chan’s breasts are fine even over your clothes. This part that slightly swells out from your modest chest…”
Inro skillfully wielded the brush, drawing small circles around the peak of the girl’s breast—centered on her nipple.
He moved the brush with exquisite precision, sometimes grazing her nipple, sometimes nearly missing it, yet never straying from the areola beneath her clothes.
Unavoidably, the girl’s body began climbing the steps toward pleasure.
“Do you know, Ai-chan? Women with small breasts tend to have very sensitive nipples. I wonder if you’re the same?”
The girl didn’t answer Inro’s question.
It wasn’t just that she didn’t want to answer—more than anything, she simply didn’t know.
She had zero experience with men, and she had never once masturbated in her life. Her knowledge on the subject was far below average.
The only sexual knowledge the girl possessed was that men liked women with large breasts, and that having sex would result in having a baby. That was the extent of it.
She didn’t even know yet which parts of the body, when touched, would bring sexual pleasure.
“Alright… here we go.”
Inro’s brush stopped for a moment, then began moving up and down and side to side, accurately stimulating her left nipple.
Thanks to his earlier caresses, her nipple had unknowingly become erect. When it was directly teased, the girl’s body twitched involuntarily.
“Ah, so you really are sensitive. See? Looook…”
Seeing her reaction, Inro began adding rhythm and variation to his brush movements.
He was applying knowledge he had gained from books on how to please women. This was his first time actually trying it, yet it was clearly heightening the girl’s sexual pleasure.
“Sometimes faster… and then sometimes slower…”
“Nn… nnn…”
“…Ai-chan. It seems you prefer it slower, don’t you?”
Observing her response, Inro stopped the varying speeds and instead used wide, slow strokes, flicking and brushing her nipple deliberately.
“Nnn!!”
“Fufu. It feels good, doesn’t it? That’s fine. Let me hear more of your voice.”
After focusing on her left nipple, Inro began stimulating her right one in the exact same manner.
At first, no sound escaped the girl’s lips, but after the brush repeatedly went back and forth across her nipples many times, soft moans began leaking out again.
“Even through your clothes, you’re reacting this much. Like I thought, women with small breasts really do have sensitive nipples.”
Even as he spoke, Inro’s hand never stopped.
The girl twisted her body in the minimal resistance she could manage, trying to avoid the brush, but Inro’s movements never missed her nipples.
Normally, such movements would have earned her a command to stop moving, but Inro said nothing.
Because he was enjoying watching her twist and squirm like this.
Sensing that her movements were gradually becoming more intense, Inro issued his next command to the girl.