Chapter 2 - Easygoing Is Important For Beautiful Girls
I sent a message to Yamamoto-san asking when I could meet her, and she replied that she could make a date with me this afternoon. I hurriedly got ready and somehow managed to make it to the afternoon meeting. Me and Yamamoto-san had originally agreed to have sex for our mutual problems, but this time it was different. I was allowed a rest day as well, since my younger sister had ejaculated three times just this morning, even though I had slept through the night by sleeping twice.
"Onii-chan, I'm going out."
"Because Yamamoto-san made it convenient for me."
"I see. So you're going."
Miyu no longer tried to hide the sound of her voice, which had no ups and downs. I'm surprised that she doesn't like me as a man. Is she a serious black guy or something?
I understand that it is not good for siblings to have sex with each other, which is why I am working hard to keep my younger sister away from her. However, that's just my brain's way of thinking, and my lower half of my body welcomes it as long as Miyu is a brahmin. I want to sleep in bed with Miyu again and take a bath with her. And I want to be made to ejaculate in a somewhat aggressive manner, with a disgusted look on her face like always.
(Thinking like this is why I can't stay away from my younger sister forever. ......)
This makes me feel bad for Yamamoto-san who is willing to cooperate with me. Even if sex has the purpose of solving Yamamoto-san's problems, that's it. Anyway, I will try to make Yamamoto-san come with her body, thinking only of her. That's my mission as him older brother.
"Well then, I'm off. I'll call you when I know when I'll be back.''
I shook off my hesitation and left the house. The meeting place is a nearby bus stop. The easiest place to meet up is inside the station, but Yamamoto-san had just told me she was planning to take the bus at the same time, so I decided to meet her in front of the bus stop as well.
When I arrived at the desired location, I saw Yamamoto-san, wearing a hat and carrying a small white bag in front of her, waiting under the roof of the bus stop. She was wearing a shirt that didn't show off her big tits, but her skirt was set high-waisted, and her big breasts were still huge. It was an unbelievable experience in my life to think that those tits were giving me a titty-fucking.
"Good morning, Sotomichi-kun. I was so surprised to hear from you so suddenly."
"I really wanted to see you, Yamamoto-san."
"Hmph. Sotomichi-kun seems to be the type of person who would say such pleasant words without hesitation. That's a little surprising."
"Eh, ah, that's ......!"
I was so desperate to escape Miyu's temptation that I wasn't thinking about how the other party would receive my words. It's true that she was speaking in a rather sarcastic manner, or rather, like a womanizer.
"I thought Yamamoto-san would be used to being told this much."
I still couldn't say to Miyu's honor that I wanted Yamamoto-san to help me because I had sex with her. Yamamoto-san would have been praised by many people just for being alive, and this would not be an unnatural reason.
"No, it's not. ...... Oh, it's a bus."
Yamamoto-san either apologized or misdirected my attention by pointing to a bus that I could see in the distance. We both boarded that bus, and since the seats were occupied, I had to hold on to the nearby suspension straps. It was refreshing to see a girl of about the same height as me standing next to me, and our eyes met just in time, probably because she was almost 20 centimeters taller than Miyu. So this cute girl would give me a date if I contacted her. My life has become a completely different story from the one I had before last year.
This is all thanks to Miyu. I've only recently been allowed to have direct skinship with her, but she's taught me how to be popular, and she's helped me find a girlfriend.
Well, I did get a hand job from Miyu this morning, didn't I? I'm still not sure if I'd call it a blowjob, so no thanks, but the last time she gave me a hand job under the covers was clearly a hand job. Maybe that thing I experienced in the bathroom and in the bathtub is what got Miyu used to sex. If that is the case, then, with the current situation where she is allowed to put her lips on the tip of the penis, she will probably be able to give a blow job someday without hesitation.
(No, no, no. That someday will never come. I mustn't let it come.)
I shake off my evil thoughts for the umpteenth time and realize that I'm standing in a bus right now. I've already decided that we're going to have lunch together, but I haven't yet thought about what I'm going to do after that.
"Oh, um, ...... Yamamoto-san ......."
I call out, and Yamamoto-san, who was quietly reading an advertisement in the car next to me, glances at me first before turning to face me.
"Hey, what's up? You called a girl over, but you're not here at heart, Sotomichi-kun."
"Wow, my bad. I'm sorry. I was just trying to decide what to do after dinner this afternoon."
I pull out my phone and search for events around the station. Instead of teasing her own device, Yamamoto-san joins me in looking at my phone. Our whipped bodies are in close contact, and I feel more heat than one girl could ever feel.
I find a few sites that catch my eye, and we browse through them, but Yamamoto-san refuses to open her mouth. However, she did not look bored, but rather her eyes were intently staring at the display.
"Did you see anywhere that looked good?"
I asked with a sense of excitement, and Yamamoto-san made eye contact with me, as if she had finally noticed me when I called out to her.
"Oh, sorry. I was just looking at Sotomichi-kun's proclivities that came up in the predictive conversion."
"Give me a break."
Yamamoto-san is just as lax as Yamamoto-san.
"Anyway, we're already at the station, so let's think about it over dinner."
I did as Yamamoto-san asked and got off the bus and decided to go into a Western-style restaurant. On the way there, I happened to notice a flyer, and as I looked at it, Yamamoto-san stopped with me.
It was a flyer for a mystery-solving event. It was being held today at a building a few stations away. The event is scheduled for multiple times a day, separated by time. I had heard about it and was curious about it because I had often played the game online. I wonder what they think about real riddles.
Are you interested?"
"Eh, yeah. I'm interested in solving the riddles themselves."
"Then let's go!"
"It's the day of the event, right? I thought you already made a reservation."
"No, no, no, no."
Yamamoto-san loaded the QR code on his phone and opened the reservation page. Smiling and happy, Yamamoto-san was always positive. I might enjoy attending any event with Yamamoto-san, too.
"Hmm, the reservation pages are all negative."
"No? I would have liked to go if it was with Yamamoto-san."
"If you think so, I'll try a little harder.''
Yamamoto-san called the number on the flyer. She said that on the day of the event, some of the calls were only cancelled and not reflected online. The results, however, seemed to be as expected.
"Yes, yes. I understand. Thank you very much."
Yamamoto-san bowed to his invisible partner and then gave me a peace sign.
"There's a pair available, so you can go in there. It's in two hours, so you can have lunch just in time."
"As expected. Thanks, Yamamoto-san. I should be the one to do this kind of thing, right?"
"I'm glad you're happy, Sotomichi-kun."
This might be the first time I've been to an event like this. Suzuhara had invited me to an otaku event before, but that was more like attending a live concert. I had never been to an event where all the participants were involved in a single event, other than the activities at school.
I guess couples around the world include such events in their date plans. Going to karaoke or bowling is also a date, but it doesn't feel like a lover's thing to do, and if you repeat it, you get bored. Even Christmas and Valentine's Day, which are just nasty days for us nonmotivated people, are probably appreciated as a theme for spending time with a man and a woman.
Then Yamamoto-san and I went into a Western-style restaurant, and after admiring Yamamoto-san's stomach, which was able to eat one steak and one hamburger steak separately, I made my way with Yamamoto-san to the venue of the real mystery-solving game.
After crossing the station about four times, I went out of the station and headed in the direction of a residential area. The reception desk was set up just visible from the entrance with the event banner. With a mixture of anxiety and anticipation, I took the lead and stepped out, hoping to make it here... but then a possibility occurred to me, and I hesitated to get in line at the reception desk.
Perhaps my ears sensed this at an unconscious level. With the event taking place so close to the nearest station to the school, there was no small probability that this would happen.
"Whoa! Isn't that Yamamoto-san?"
"Really? That's for real! She really too cute even in her casual clothes. ...... Who is that guy next to her? Is he your boyfriend?"
A group of four boys who appeared to be in the same grade were walking behind us. Yamamoto-san is no longer a household name on campus, and his name is known by numerous students outside of the school as well. It is not impossible for one of them to participate in the same event.
I don't care how many rumors are made about me. The problem is Yamamoto-san's position. If she sees me on a date with Yamamoto-san, it would make the conversation even worse. Yamamoto-san is supposed to be a neat and innocent character at school.
"Sotomichi-kun, come in."
Yamamoto-san pulls me by the hand and enters the hall. Even Yamamoto-san must have known that she was being talked about. Or, with his hearing, she may have even noticed it from an earlier stage. Still, the fact that she didn't pass by here and stood in line at the reception desk suggests that she might have been prepared to meet someone she knew from the beginning and made a date with me.
If Yamamoto-san makes that judgment, I'm fine with it. I'm no longer the same person I used to be. Thanks to Miyu, my appearance has improved to a certain degree, and physically, I have enough energy to make a girl feel at ease. This is where I should stand tall as a man.
"You must be Yamamoto-sama who made a reservation by phone earlier. Please take a seat at table number three and wait until the preliminary explanation begins."
We were handed a number plate and an envelope and led to our seats. The room was dimly lit, and circular tables were arranged in front of the stage. We were seated at a table in the center of the room with the same number plate, and our classmates, who entered later, were seated at a nearby table. One of them was glancing at Yamamoto-san, another two were talking secretly, and the other one was playing with his phone, probably spreading rumors about Yamamoto-san on social networking sites.
"Um, Yamamoto-san, right? I didn't expect to see you here. Are you playing?"
"As you can see. Nice to meet you?"
"Yes, yes! I have a friend at East High School. ......!"
Yamamoto-san smiled and answered the questions that I would have known if I had seen her. I'm sure this is something that goes on around here on a daily basis, whether I'm there or not.
I could decide to be a dunce here, but that would only make Yamamoto-san position worse. Yamamoto-san would have a hard time explaining the situation if I remained a quiet potato geek. I think the fact that I had been told things so crisply by that younger sister was what was pushing me at this point.
"You don't know Yamamoto-san?"
''No, I don't know her at all."
"I see. That's tough, Yamamoto-san."
"I'm used to it. Hehehe, thank you."
When I interrupted and spoke to him, the man who was talking to Yamamoto-san frowned grimly. He was my date to begin with, but he must have been licked to talk to me so openly.
"I mean, that guy is your boyfriend! I heard you've never been with anyone before!"
"I don't know about that rumor, but this guy is not my boyfriend, okay?"
"What? Then why don't we all hang out after this is over? I'll invite some girls over!"
The pickup guy seems to want to somehow make a connection with Yamamoto-san. The guys behind him are also talking obscenely to Yamamoto-san while giving her a lowly look. But they don't understand that the more they say such words, the more they strangle themselves.
"We're both booked solid through the night, so I'll pass."
"What, ...... seriously? Isn't that, like, that thing?"
Yamamoto-san is a virgin in the general male community, so she can't think of things based on the assumption that there will be a thing at night. I'm sure there are a lot of guys who think that they can have sex with her or even develop a sexual relationship with her, but "This pure and lovely Yamamoto-san doesn't have sex with anyone, including me." It's normal to think, "I can't admit that there is such a guy."
"I'm giving him full authority here to be that kind of thing."
Yamamoto-san picks at my T-shirt and leans in close. Oh, come on, you're going to make everyone jealous.
"Don't worry, I won't."
"You won't?"
"You won't? Oh, hey, what kind of ...... industry are you in, what kind of person are you?"
"It's not like that. I'm not. I'm just going to start explaining.
I forcibly broke off the conversation there. Regardless of the actual situation, I'll treat Yamamoto-san as someone who is far away from sex in this situation. I am not lying because I promised not to have sex today.
Yamamoto-san jokingly said, "Are you sure you won't?" I lightly dismissed the question. That attitude seemed irreverent to them, and I think I handled the role of someone who was not Yamamoto-san boyfriend today not badly. Yamamoto-san's teasing is well known.
As the lights dimmed, a man with a microphone appeared on the stage and began to explain the gist of the riddle. The concept was that they were secret agents who had been taken by a mysterious organization and were to die in three days after being poisoned, so they had to decipher the secrets left behind by their predecessors to detoxify and escape. The horrifying decorations of the venue combined to create a nice horror effect.
We were taken to a small room partitioned into pairs, where we began solving the real riddle. The 15-minute daytime and 5-minute nighttime periods alternated, and at night we were restricted from exploring outside of the small rooms. Daytime is free exploration time, while nighttime is security time, and if a guard finds you, you are sent back to your room and can do nothing until noon.
At hand are a crossword and other puzzles, and a locked treasure chest. Then there was a pen and one set of instructional bookmarks handed out at the beginning, and the rest of the time you had to unlock the hidden mechanisms in each of the small and large rooms to get new clues.
"It's a real-world puzzle-solving game for sure. At any rate, let's just fill in the blanks from the random places we can find: ......."
"Yeah, yeah. Good luck, Sotomichi-kun."
Yamamoto-san is just watching me with his arms crossed behind his back. She's not going to make me do it all by myself, is she? The percentage of people who clear the riddles in this project is less than 10%, and the difficulty level has been adjusted to a very tough line.
"So half of the crosswords can be solved by reading them straight through. The rest require rereading. Do you understand, Yamamoto-san?"
"Is it okay if I think it up?"
"Yes, let's do it together. We'll do it together, anyway. The keywords that were posted in various places in the hall should be inserted in this worm-eaten area. Don't you remember that, Yamamoto-san?"
"Uh-huh. Well, I have them all in my head. I'll answer then."
"Please. Please, I need more time than I have.
As for finding out where the clues are hidden, I have the ability to figure it out based on my experience with the game. However, I am not very good at solving puzzles by thinking beyond that. I wanted to finish the game with a good feeling, and there was no way I could do it without the help of the brain of the beautiful genius girl next to me.
"Here, you have to apply the keywords in order of the day of the week and ...... apply the ruler you found earlier based on these letters."
"I see. So that's the marker for the oddly prominent dot in the instructions. And if you point this at the wall, you'll see ......."
With the addition of Yamamoto-san brain, the mystery was solved at a tremendous pace. Yamamoto-san, who was reserved at first, became more enthusiastic as the division of labor became clearer. Yamamoto-san seemed to feel a little guilty about the fact that she knew the answer instantly, but when I was still into offline games, I liked to play Musou with tricks I found on the Internet, so this cheat feeling was rather exhilarating.
"Do you think you can connect to the final answer at this point?"
"It can't. There are not enough clues by far. I think the real work starts when you use the key that was in the treasure chest."
"But there's no keyhole anywhere. I guess we're supposed to look for that too."
It was fun to think of all the possibilities, even though it was complicated, and the figure I used in the process of obtaining the unlocking number for the treasure chest became a map, and there was a place to use the key ahead, and I was in the mood to use my hands and feet in the search to solve the riddle. When I opened the large box I found, I found a uniform in it, and it seemed to mean that I was to dress her up in costume.
It was a simple hat and jacket, but Yamamoto-san, dressed as a security guard, was quite erotic, looking like a domineering instructor. The penlight tucked into his breast pocket looked very tight.
"I'm going to have to arrest you if you keep fantasizing about having sex with my younger sister."
"If you take away that freedom too, I'll die of testicular rupture, so please forgive me."
The real use of this uniform is to explore the night hours. If you run into a guard, you can ask her to overlook you by saluting. The thing we stocked up on at the door, which is only accessible at night, is the most important key needed for detoxification, and anyone who fails to reach this point is set to be inescapable at that point.
"So if I put this antidote sticker on the fourth day, I'll be cleared?"
"That's right."
"If only I can solve the riddle, I can clear it easily.
I finished the second night with such a carefree thought in my mind, and I was relieved because Yamamoto-san had helped me. However, on the last night, I suddenly had an uneasy feeling in the back of my mind. It was a hunch I had built up over years of experience in animation and games, a hunch about so-called death flags.
" Yamamoto-san, the lock on the entrance there is not locked at night, is it?"
"Well, I'm walking out so much that I'm pretty sure it's never been used before."
What we really need to do is not cure the poison. It's about getting out. I mean, even if your body recovers, if you're in a situation where you can't get out, it's game over.
"I remember in the first broadcast, you said something about the security being stretched thin after three days. If that's the case, we might be locked in at that time, so why don't we make it look like we're locking the door with this piece of metal that we didn't know how to use?"
"Sotomichi-kun, that's a nice idea.''
And so we finished the third night with the padlock tampered with and detoxified. At the same time, an announcement was made and the guards came around to lock the doors, and it was game over for all the groups who had not worked on the padlocks.
As for us, we made it out without incident. When we returned to the reception desk after the game, we were told that we were the only escapees in this round. After receiving a commemorative certificate of completion, Yamamoto-san and I walked out of the building, and the pickup team came up to us again to talk to Yamamoto-san.
But when I walked ahead of them and told them to follow me, they seemed to be at a loss for words when they saw Yamamoto-san happily following me. They realized that even Yamamoto-san, who is kind to everyone, is selective about whom he befriends, and they backed off quietly, realizing that they were not in that category.
Yamamoto-san is quite the actor. I didn't realize how difficult it is to refuse an invitation without hurting someone. Even if I fall in love someday in the future, I have to be careful not to bother the girls.
"It's a feeling I haven't had out there in a long time. The game itself was so quick when I was concentrating."
"It's been a while since I've had fun too. I'm glad Sotomichi-kun was my date."
Yamamoto-san pulls at me with a big smile on his face, not caring about the summer heat. As expected, any more misunderstandings won't be just misunderstandings. Yamamoto-san's straightforward way of saying things is also strangely embarrassing, and it seems to raise my body temperature even more.
Perhaps he read my thoughts that I was thinking ...... even though I didn't do much, Yamamoto-san gave me a gentle look as if to reply, 'That's not true.
"You know, I've never been good at getting along with people at events like this because I get to the answer so quickly."
"Then why today?"
"I thought it might be okay with Sotomichi-kun. Somehow."
Yamamoto-san moved his fingers from a peace sign to a tic-toc-tac-toe motion and made a show of appreciation, "That turned out to be a great decision." What was the difference between me and the other guy, that's what I'm wondering, but if Yamamoto-san was happy, I don't care why anymore.
"I just wanted to make sure Yamamoto-san wasn't in a bad position. By the way, did you notice the last key thing, too?"
"No. I really didn't notice that one."
Yamamoto-san answered with a smile that showed she wasn't lying. Does Yamamoto-san make mistakes from time to time? She seems to be perfect, but there's always something missing.
"Hey, hey, Sotomichi-kun. Do you want to go to an Internet cafe after this?"
"Sure. Is there a manga you want to read?"
I'm not sure if I want to go to an Internet café with Yamamoto-san, but it sounds like a very naughty place to be.
"I was thinking I'd like to relieve some stress."
Yamamoto-san puts her finger on her lips and looks at me with a greedy expression. ─ ─ Oh, that's right. The reason I didn't notice the mystery left by Yamamoto-san at the end was not because I made a mistake, but because I was only thinking about sex? I can't believe it was that stressful, she seems to act so nonchalant, and it's hard even for Yamamoto-san to be wooed by someone like that.
The reason I planned not to have sex was because I wanted to save my energy for the real thing with Yamamoto-san. When Yamamoto-san asked me directly for sex, there was no reason for me to refuse.
However, the fact that we were at a cafe and not at a love hotel, I wondered if it was a sign that we were not going to do the real thing yet. Well, I don't know if we, as students, can enter a love hotel.
"Do you have an atte for the restaurant?"
"Yes, I do. Let's just go back to the nearest station."
We took a train in the opposite direction and got back to our hometown while it was still light. Yamamoto-san brought me to an Internet cafe near the station, where she was walking hand in hand with me, knowing from the level of signs that no one she knew was around.
"Let's have sex here."
It was a choice of words that could no longer be misunderstood. Unlike when I came here with Sachiko, inside the Internet cafe was a completely private room, not a partition-type room. Here, I could have sex with impunity and not be blamed for it. Of course, the rules prohibit acts that offend public order and morals. But I do it. Maybe that's why Yamamoto-san dared to choose an Internet cafe.
After we had finished the reception and entered the couple's seat, we dropped our luggage off, and Yamamoto-san closed the distance between us, as if she couldn't wait any longer.
"Sotomichi-kun, can I ask you to get naked?"
Yamamoto-san, who was sitting upright on the black vinyl sheet, clapped his hands and said that smilingly. Even though the sweat on his forehead had not yet dried.
"Yamamoto-san doesn't undress?"
"If Sotomichi-kun insists, I will. But right now I'm in the mood to make Sotomichi-kun feel good and ejaculate one-sidedly."
The rapidity with which the situation unfolded as it folded out showed the amount of stress Yamamoto-san was under. Perhaps she is also horny because of the repercussions, but there is "no" in his statement. It was not only because she had a pent up sexual desire, but also because she had wanted to try pleasure torture, but had been unable to do so because all the men ejaculated right away. Heart marks were scattered behind her eyes.
''Then, will you at least let me undress you?"
"Yes, I will gladly do so."
Yamamoto-san took off my T-shirt from the front, then bent forward as if she was going to avalanche, and sucked on my nipples. I didn't know what she had done to me all of a sudden, but the tremendous pleasure that came right after that made me wet my pants with my endurance juices as soon as possible.
"Hmph...... Yamamoto-san, you're too quick......!''
''Hmph,...... I can't hold back any longer because ...... I can't hold back any longer!"
After licking my breasts all over, Yamamoto-san's mouth moves up to my neck, and my neck and ears are violated by her devouring tongue work. His right hand was already inside my pants. She was rubbing me from the glans to the crotch, as if to check the hardness of my erect penis.
"Oh, Yamamoto-san, hey ..................oh .........don't do that to me.........! !"
If it wasn't for my constitution, I would have ejaculated long ago. Yamamoto-san, who had had years of indigestible sex without exception, didn't seem to be taking it easy on me, the prey she had finally found.
"I'm so glad you're feeling me as big as you are......Much, haha......I really like having sex with you, Sotomichi-kun. ......Ammm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm... ...''
My whole body was amplified in sensitivity by the wistful voice that I could no longer even mistake as a confession of love. Stretching out her tongue to show me how her nipples were licked, and staring into my eyes with her face flush with excitement, Yamamoto-san stroked every inch of skin on her upper body, and every time her fingertips passed through, I couldn't help but let out a cry of pleasure as that area became a sexual zone.
After confirming with his hand that my penis was now covered with my juices, Yamamoto-san removed the lower half of my body and stripped me naked, putting me in a position as if to strangle me with his wings. She licked my neck from behind and stroked up the back of my thighs with his free hand while giving me a hand job. She rubbed the surface of my scrotum with a force that was barely touching, and from there she quickly traced his fingertips over the skin as far as she could reach. In this way, the caresses that only heightened my sexual sensations were repeated.
In the midst of the pleasure that was driving me crazy, Yamamoto-san kissed me deeply all over my body, literally devouring me without a word. His tongue stopped again at my nipples, and the distance I could no longer reach with my arms extended was compensated by the use of my legs. Yamamoto-san's legs extended from either side of my waist, and the stimulation of my penis continued uninterrupted by the foot job.
Yamamoto-san made noises as she sucked on my nipples and dexterously squeezed my penis with her toes during the sucking. The tremendous sexual sensations slammed into me up and down, and my penis was spitting out a gulp of cowper gland juice from the bell mouth as if admitting defeat.
"Ugh......gggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Oh, ahhhhh......!!!! Oh, God, I can't ...... do it again, ah, ah, ah, ah......!!!"
Yamamoto-san's toes, which are slimy and entwined with my penis, squeeze it up and down between my toes from both sides. Sometimes she kneaded it, sometimes she stomped on the fallen pole, and her movements for slow and steady action finally dredged up the memory of that time I had fucked Miyu in the bath.
"Ah, it's coming out! ...... Ah, ah, ah, ah ......!"
I was soaked in the cum, and the mucus that leaked out afterwards dripped down Yamamoto-san's leg. I came without Yamamoto-san's permission. It took me less than fifteen minutes to come after entering the room.
"Wow, is that ......? Did it come out? Did it feel that good?"
"It felt good, it felt good, it felt good ...... like never before ......."
"Did you remember Miyu-chan again?''
I shook my head as Yamamoto-san asked me. I couldn't hold back and ejaculated, which meant that this play had been one of the fantasies I had been wanking over my younger sister.
"Sotomichi-kun, what kind of sex do you think Miyu-chan can give you?''
"Don't tell me ...... I'm sorry too ......."
There is no way that Miyu would give him such a dodgy footjob. Yamamoto-san thinks so, and she is not wrong. Stimulating a penis with her feet for anything other than the purpose of having sex would be beyond Yamamoto-san imagination. No one would expect that younger sister to be taking a bath with her older brother at that age.
"Sorry, I ejaculated on my own."
"Nmph. I didn't say no, so you can ejaculate whenever you want. I'm going to clean you up now."
Yamamoto-san sucked off the semen on his own leg and then licked off the semen on my stomach with his long tongue crawling along the belly of his tongue. It was the same licking off of semen that I had done with Miyu this morning. My penis was still engorged even though I had just ejaculated, and Yamamoto-san licked every inch of my body beside my erection, which had grown one size larger.
"Sotomichi-kun, do you have such a sexual appetite and how many times a day do you masturbate?"
"Oh no, I says it fades quickly when I'm alone. ......!"
"When you do it alone?"
My tone was not good when I replied. The slight change in her voice told me that she could sense that I was not picturing Yamamoto-san in my brain when I limited myself to "when I'm alone.
"Yeah, uh, ...... at one time, I didn't tell you until the end that I couldn't come without wanking Miyu ...... because I had a girlfriend, too."
"Heh. I see."
Yamamoto-san agreed. Maybe she dared me not to think too deeply about it. I mustn't let her realize that my voracious sexual appetite was nurtured through sex with Miyu.
"For now, I'm going to make you feel good with my mouth until the end of the time ...... nn, jizz, gush ......."
Yamamoto-san focused on giving me a blowjob, and then, still not allowed to get dressed, she gave me a careful caress from my ears to my toes. She smiled a devilish little smile that seemed to try to sear out something of that which I often try to fool around with.
"Just jizz...... jizzp...... gush...... hah...... ejaculation. I'll leave it with you, and we can continue on the bed."
And so I was ordered to keep my semen until tomorrow, and I spent over an hour moaning and writhing so hoarse from Yamamoto's relentless full-body blowjob!