Capítulo 4: Kaguya's Not Just a Cutie
"Hayasaka-kun..." she murmured softly.
"What is it, Kaguya-chan?" I asked her as she leaned closer to my arm, resting her shoulder against me. After our romantic kiss, she released herself from my embrace, though she continued to murmur my name repeatedly, almost absentmindedly. I wasn't sure what to make of it—was she broken or just lost in her thoughts?
One thing was certain: Kaguya looked incredibly cute.
Her cheeks flushed a rosy pink, her lips slightly parted, and the way she rubbed her shoulder against me—like a playful kitten nuzzling for attention—made my heart swell.
Her cuteness was overwhelming, almost too much to bear.
The sweetness of it left me feeling as though I might get diabetes from the sheer overload of her cuteness.
"Nothing, Hayasaka-kun," she murmured again.
"I just felt like saying your name. If it bothers you, I can stop." Her words were soft, almost apologetic, but there was a hint of playfulness in her eyes, her lips curling into a subtle, teasing smile.
"Not at all. In fact, you're just too cute, Kaguya-chan." I gently pinched her small, delicate nose and gazed at her with a soft, affectionate look.
She scrunched it up in response, her pout deepening in the most endearing way possible.
"Don't use the word 'cute' ever again, Hayasaka-kun," she said with mock indignation, her voice filled with feigned seriousness. "It's a very derogatory term for women."
Really? Is that so?
Why had I never heard anyone say that before?
My younger sister used to cling to me a lot because I always called her cute, bought her snacks, and spoiled her with pocket money—far more than what our parents ever gave her. It made her stick closer to me, and in time, I even learned many of the secret thoughts girls have from her.
So, Kaguya's statement didn't really make sense to me. After all, calling a girl "cute" had always been a popular, and honestly, pretty safe way to compliment a young woman, especially for those who worried about saying the wrong thing or coming across poorly.
"How about 'beautiful'?" I asked, touching my nose thoughtfully, trying to compromise. Maybe this world prefers more elegant praises?
"That's certainly much better, handsome-kun," she replied with a playful smirk, her hand once again finding its way to my neck.
No matter how many times I stared at her from up close, I never got tired of looking at her. Her soft features, the delicate curves of her face, and the intoxicating expression she wore—it all captivated me.
My gaze locked onto her lips, slightly swollen from our earlier kiss, still glistening with the faint moisture of our shared moment.
I couldn't help but desire them. I wanted to taste her again, to make a mess of her and claim those red, tempting lips for myself.
Once I set my mind on something, nothing could hold me back. I kissed her again, this time with a fiery passion, locking us together.
Her hand slid up to my cheek, her fingertips feather-light against my skin, while the other rested against my chest. Her touch sent electric jolts of sensation through me, igniting every nerve.
She responded to the kiss, her lips moving in sync with mine, her breath hitching as our tongues met in a slow, intoxicating dance.
The soft, wet sound of our kisses filled the air, drowning out everything else around us.
I couldn't restrain myself any longer. In a moment of fiery passion, I flipped Kaguya onto the sofa, pinning her gently beneath me. My breathing grew heavy as I stared down at her. My lust was blazing as my eyes trailed down to her slightly loose collar, revealing the delicate skin at her neck, flushed pink with embarrassment, tempting me to strip her bare.
She averted her gaze shyly, her face flushed with embarrassment.
"Umm... Hayasaka-kun, are you truly certain about this?"
When she asked me so softly, my desire was extinguished, as I realized that doing it here, in this moment, wasn't the right choice. She had already told me she wanted our first night to be special. Though she didn't reject my advances, I didn't want to disrespect her wish. Sighing, I reluctantly pulled myself away from Kaguya's embrace and sat down, a heavy mood settling over me.
She sat beside me, still leaning her weight against my shoulder, offering quiet comfort.
"Honestly, I'm happy that you desire me so much, Hayasaka-kun. This has never happened before. Even if you wanted to go further, I wouldn't refuse. In fact, I'm happy that you want me so badly."
"You want our night to be special," I said, my tone serious and steady, "so I'll wait. I'll save it for when that day comes, Kaguya-chan."
"Then I'll prepare for tonight," she said with a boldness that caught me off guard. "You may be able to wait, but I can't. I want you—not just your body, but your soul, your heart, and everything that makes you who you are. I want it all to be mine."
She paused, then added, her eyes glinting with playful intent, "How about we practice first?"
I looked at her face, seeing the anticipation brimming in her expression. Unable to refuse, I gave her a nod of agreement. A bright smile spread across her lips as she leaned in, pulling me into a soft, gentle kiss. This time, we didn't rush as we had before.
Her approach was slower, more patient, and filled with tenderness as our tongues met in a languid dance.
My hand found its way to her petite breast, groping it as we deepened the kiss. Without warning, Kaguya pushed me onto the sofa, taking control, stopping just above me, smirking smugly as her eyes looked down with playful dominance.
"This time," she said, her voice full of confidence, "I'll regain my dignity as a Shinomiya. I'll be the one on top this time, Hayasaka-kun."
I didn't object. Instead, I met her gaze with a silent challenge as she began to unbutton my school uniform.
Slowly, methodically, she exposed my bare skin, her lips exploring every inch of me.
She kissed my neck, trailed down to my nipples, coating them with her warm saliva, and continued lower, her tongue caressing every inch of my stomach with relentless passion.
Before I knew it, Kaguya had already removed my pants, her eyes gleaming predatorily as she eyed my erection.
"Are you ready, Hayasaka-kun?" she asked, her voice dripping with seductive intent as her hand traced over my shaft and gripped it firmly.
A moan of satisfaction escaped my lips involuntarily.
I nodded, expressing my eagerness, as we began our second round.
When she took off her dress, she smirked seductively, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she stripped completely bare before me, throwing her black bra effortlessly across the room.
It landed on the desk across from the sofa in the student council office.
She then hooked her fingers under the waistband of her black panties and peeled them off inch by inch, exposing the soft, bare mound of her pussy.
My eyes were fixated on her, burning with lust, my body screaming to take her then and there, but I forced myself to be patient.
Every part of me was alive with desire, my heart racing, my breath heavy, but I waited. I waited as she leaned in closer, her breath brushing over my lips, before she pulled me into a fervent, wet kiss.
Her saliva dripped into my mouth as she became even more daring, taking our intimate play to the next level by deliberately spitting her saliva into me, a gesture that sent a jolt of heat through my entire body.
We exchanged saliva eagerly, our tongues entwining as I held her close, my hands roaming across her smooth, exposed back.
My touch was slow and deliberate, savoring every inch of her flawless skin, feeling the warmth beneath my fingertips.
When my hands reached her ass, I gripped her cheeks, kneading them firmly, drawing a soft, breathy moan from Kaguya's lips —a sound so sweet it only fueled my lust even further.
"Hayasaka-kun…" Kaguya panted, her voice hushed and breathless.
She gently removed my hand from her backside, asserting control once again, positioning herself on top of me, her pussy brushing teasingly against my hard shaft.
"Hayasaka-kun... Hayasaka-kun... I'm cumming," she moaned, her body trembling with anticipation as she rubbed her vulva against my cock.
Unable to hold back any longer, she orgasmed, squirting a gush of liquid before me, collapsing weakly against the sofa.
Even though I hadn't reached my climax yet, I didn't push her, knowing she needed a moment to recover. I longed to snuggle against her, to feel her warmth and softness wrapped around me, but Kaguya, ever perceptive, seemed to know exactly what I was thinking.
She looked at me with a smirk, her breathing still heavy and labored, but her eyes burning with the same fiery determination to see things through to the end.
"I'm not done yet, Hayasaka-kun," she said arrogantly, her smirk widening.
Her words only inflamed my desire further, and with a lustful glint in my eye, I couldn't help but ask, "Can I use your breasts, then, Kaguya-chan?"
I crawled closer to her, my intentions clear as day, my body practically aching to experience what a boobjob felt like.
"Don't bother asking for my permission, Hayasaka-kun. You certainly can. I'm yours, after all," she replied, her voice dripping with confidence, her eyes daring me to take her.
What else could I say after that?
Her words gave me all the encouragement I needed.
With relish, I reached for her breasts, savoring the moment as I groped them firmly, feeling their soft yet supple weight under my hands.
My throat felt dry, and my patience was quickly evaporating.
I leaned in, pressing my lips against her chest, kissing the curve of her breast before taking her erect pink nipple into my mouth. I flicked my tongue over the sensitive bud, which I eagerly licked, coating them with my saliva.
I didn't hold back, squeezing her breasts firmly while my tongue flicked and lapped at her sensitive nipples, causing her to moan louder with each passing moment, each sound a mixture of pleasure and desperation as she arched her back, pressing her chest further into my face.
Her body quivered, and I could feel her legs trembling as I relentlessly teased her, pushing her closer and closer to the edge once again.
I could feel her breath hitch as her body tensed, and with one final flick of my tongue over her nipple, she came again, her pussy quivering as she moaned loudly, her entire body shuddering in ecstasy.
"Hayasaka-kun… Hayasaka-kun… Ah… Hayasaka-kun…!" she gasped, her voice quivering as the pleasure overwhelmed her.
Her face flushed with both embarrassment and excitement as she struggled to contain yet another orgasm, panting heavily as she surrendered to the sensation.
"Sorry, Hayasaka-kun… I don't know why I came again," she murmured, her voice filled with both guilt and satisfaction. "I was supposed to make you come first…"
"Why so serious?" I asked with a deadpan expression.
"I mean, you don't need to be so hard on yourself, Kaguya-chan. I really enjoyed our time together. If you want to make it up to me, how about treating me to something nice later?"
She looked at me with a hint of confusion in her eyes. I wasn't entirely sure what she meant, but she said nothing, choosing instead to bury herself in my chest, completely absorbed in snuggling against me.
"I won't lose next time, Hayasaka-kun. And… thank you for comforting me," she whispered softly.
"Good for you then," I responded with a casual shrug, pulling her naked body closer to mine.
We stayed wrapped in each other's arms on the sofa, enjoying the warmth of our embrace for a while longer.
[Yeah, don't forget to keep grinding stones! Ahem... I mean, throw your power stones if you have them and want to spend them.]
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