How to Ruin a Romantic Comedy

A baggy t-shirt couldn’t hide her large breasts.

As I sat on top of Miyuki and stared right at them, she looked away, embarrassed.

“Don’t look…”

“Not at all?”

“That’s not it… Just… don’t stare so intently…”

So I can look.

It’s nice to see the conservative Miyuki becoming more daring.

But do you even realize you’re becoming more open?

“I told you not to stare…!”

Protesting with a cute pout, she placed a hand on my chest.

Her soft touch started at my collarbone and traveled up to my neck.

When I shivered slightly at the ticklish sensation, her eyes curved into a smile.

“Ticklish…?”

“A little.”

“Does this hurt…?” she asked, her hand touching the hickey on my neck.

I smiled brightly and shook my head.

“Nope.”

“It turned out so big…”

Miyuki admired the mark she’d made, looking proud.

Her words seemed to have a double meaning. I let out a dry laugh and said, “It’s in a place I can’t hide, so your mom and dad will see it when I leave.”

At that, Miyuki’s flushed face changed completely.

A shadow fell over it, replaced by a look of shock.

She must have been too excited when she made the mark to think that far ahead.

“Th-then what should we do…? Should I sneak you out?”

“Leave without saying goodbye? No way. If they ask, I’ll just say it was itchy and I scratched it.”

“Will that work…? You won’t get caught…?”

You know your parents better than I do. Why are you asking me?

“Hmm. They’ll probably know. But is that a problem? We can just tell them we’re dating.”

“No… that’s not the problem…”

Is the problem that we did something promiscuous in her room?

Of course, a hickey is a sign of affection that other people can see.

It’s a form of intimate skinship that makes it clear we were getting intense with each other.

Even so, knowing Wataru and Midori’s personalities, I doubt they’d be that conservative about it…

Anyway, I’m more curious about how Kana will react when she sees the hickey.

She’ll notice it the moment she sees my neck. What kind of conversation will they have after I leave?

If I could, I’d plant a bug to listen in.

I gently caressed Miyuki’s cheek and asked, “Should we escape through the window?”

“The window…? It’s not that high, but… I think you’d get hurt… E-even with your great reflexes, Matsuda-kun…”

I was joking, but she was seriously considering it.

I let out a disbelieving laugh and brought my face close to Miyuki’s lips.

Then, I stuck out the tip of my tongue and gently traced her lips with it.

“Mmm…”

Miyuki closed her eyes gently, a plaintive sound escaping her nose.

Her hands, which had been pressed against the bed, came up to stroke and grip my hair, and she couldn’t keep her legs still, rubbing them together with a strange swish, swish sound.

On top of that, she slowly parted her lips, trying to invite my tongue inside.

Seeing the desire on Miyuki’s face, I teased the little bump in the center of her upper lip with my tongue before pulling away.

Did she enjoy that kind of teasing kiss?

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Miyuki opened her hazy eyes and suddenly licked her lips.

Her brow suddenly furrowed.

She looked so alluring that my desire flared up in an instant.

“…What’s wrong…? Are you uncomfortable…?”

She blinked her innocent eyes, as if she had no idea.

She didn’t seem to realize what she’d just done.

“No. It’s nothing.”

I took a quiet breath to calm my racing heart, then slipped a hand under the small of Miyuki’s back and rolled over.

“Ah…!”

Miyuki let out a short gasp at the sudden change in position and stared down at me blankly for a moment.

I gently patted her bottom, which was now resting on my lap, and she shook her head slightly to clear it, swallowing hard.

“…..”

Now that she had the initiative and the choice, what was Miyuki thinking?

I should just devour his lips right now?

Or maybe, I should tease him like he did to me?

After thinking for a long while, Miyuki chose to shyly press her forehead to my chest and blow a soft puff of air.

“You’re handsome…”

Then she complimented my looks in a voice softer than a mosquito’s buzz.

Of all the things she could have said.

The timing was so random it was absurd, but it also made me so happy that a laugh escaped me.

“You think so?”

“Yeah…”

“So you only like my looks?”

“…That’s not true…”

“You hate my personality, though.”

“No, I don’t…!” Miyuki retorted with a pout.

The heated atmosphere gradually softened, turning sweet.

But still, we were both aroused.

Looking at Miyuki’s red face resting crookedly on one side of my chest, she seemed even more excited than I was.

Her dazed eyes, as if she were drunk; her tongue constantly licking her lips…

And it was certain from the way she tensed her legs, which were draped down either side of my waist.

We stared at each other endlessly.

After a staring contest with me, Miyuki chided me in a sweet, melting voice.

“Don’t look at me like that…”

Then she hid her face from view, ducking her head down.

She’s overflowing with charm today. It’s so adorable.

“Why are there so many things you don’t want me to do today?”

“…..”

“How long have you had this pillow? It’s so limp.”

“…I changed it yesterday… It’s just that kind of pillow…”

“It smells.”

“Don’t lie…! It does not…!”

Miyuki poked my waist repeatedly.

She seemed annoyed by my teasing, but she must have been worried about hurting me if she pinched, so she grumbled like this instead.

She expressed her pique like that for a while, then…

Flinch.

When she scratched my waist and I reacted by slightly arching my body, she jumped in surprise and tilted her head.

“…?”

…

What was that reaction Matsuda just had?

His expression tightened slightly, and his hips lifted.

I think it was when I scratched his waist…

Miyuki blinked her long lashes a few times, her eyes, now full of curiosity, scanning every inch of Matsuda’s body.

Then she carefully slipped her hand under his t-shirt and touched the same spot again.

Flinch.

There was another reaction.

This time it was much stronger, probably because she was touching his bare skin.

Is this Matsuda’s erogenous zone?

Just in case, Miyuki reached out further.

After his waist, she moved to his lats. As she tickled her way up his well-developed muscles with her fingertips, Matsuda had another big reaction.

“Hah…”

He’d gritted his teeth and let out a long breath.

Clear proof that this was an even more intense sensation than his waist. Miyuki’s eyes curved into crescents.

Matsuda was feeling pleasure from her touch.

A lot of it.

“Hey. Stop it.”

Matsuda’s voice was a little deeper.

His tone was also stern, unlike the gentle way he’d been speaking before.

That was an act. An act to hide his arousal by pretending to be angry.

Figuring this out, Miyuki swallowed the sweet saliva pooling in her mouth.

Why was Matsuda acting like that?

Maybe his pride was hurt because their usual roles were reversed.

It was kind of fun being the one giving pleasure after always being the one receiving it.

Curiosity bloomed within her. She wanted to learn more about Matsuda’s body.

“I said stop.”

Cheerfully ignoring Matsuda’s attempt to stop her, Miyuki’s hand moved to his firm chest.

His pecs were slick with sweat from their heated session in this room without air-con.

Miyuki slid her palm across them.

At the same time, Matsuda’s face contorted.

It was obvious to anyone that he was struggling to endure it.

His reaction made Miyuki excited in turn.

Seeing Matsuda feel pleasure from her touch felt good.

Sweet dopamine flooded her brain and spread through her entire body.

Her waning desire flared up again, and her breathing grew ragged.

“Matsuda-kun…”

Calling his name, Miyuki startled herself.

She never imagined such a lewd voice could come from her own mouth.

Had she made these kinds of coquettish sounds when they first had sex?

The thought made her blush.

“…..”

Matsuda didn’t answer her call.

He just let out a long breath through his nose, trying to cool the rising heat.

For some reason, his reaction annoyed Miyuki, and she scraped a nail over his nipple, which was poking out on the side of his chest.

“Kh…!”

Matsuda’s upper body shot up, a moan catching in his throat.

When he gave his most intense and unfamiliar reaction yet, the corners of Miyuki’s mouth twitched.

Matsuda looked at her and let out a sharp huff of air through his nose.

“Ah!”

He flipped Miyuki’s body over and climbed on top of her again, just like before.

Then he ripped off his t-shirt.

Riiip…

At his aggressive disrobing, which was forceful enough to make the sound of stretching fabric, Miyuki’s lips pressed into a firm line.

Flustered, her eyes widened when Matsuda grabbed the hem of her t-shirt and started to lift it.

“M-Matsuda-kun…! What are you doing…!”

“It’s okay. Relax.”

No. I have to stop him while he still has some reason left.

If this goes any further, the fire might become unstoppable.

I’m already so aroused; if we go further, something irreversible will happen.

So I have to make him stop. But I couldn’t.

Why? Because Matsuda’s eyes, looking down at me, were filled with affection.

I could also see resolve in his eyes.

The resolve to stop at any moment if I told him to.

He might look like he was dominated by lust, but Matsuda was in perfect control of himself.

So clearly that even a third party could tell.

Seeing him like that made a sense of relief wash over Miyuki.

The belief that he would treat her well began to bloom, and her heart started to lean his way.

Toward the feeling that whatever happened would be okay.

‘What about the cleanup…? No, before that, what if we get caught…?’

If I can just hold back my moans, I think I can manage the cleanup somehow…

But I’m scared my parents or my sister might suddenly burst in.

Even though the door is locked, they’d obviously be suspicious, and it could cause trouble not just for me, but for Matsuda too.

So I should tell him to stop, that we should at least go to his place if we’re going to do it…

But I don’t know why my body is so hot.

As all these thoughts ran through her head, Miyuki hesitated. But when Matsuda placed his large hand on her hip and stroked diagonally inward, she squeezed her eyes shut, then opened them again.

‘I… I don’t know…’

Matsuda will take care of it.

That was the conclusion Miyuki reached.