CHAPTER 30: [R-18] “COME INSIDE ME, KAITO.” — MIYU’S FIRST TIME?!

Her lips left mine, a thin string of saliva still connecting us, fragile as a tight rope about to snap. She stayed there, breath short, cheeks flushed. Her eyes avoided mine, and in a muffled stammer, she let out:

— "I... I’m sorry... I shouldn’t have..."

Her hesitation pierced me. Fear, shame, guilt... but not rejection. Her face spoke louder than her words. So I gently took her chin between my fingers and turned her head toward me, forcing her to meet my gaze. Her dark pupils vibrated with a glow I had never seen before.

— "Don’t worry," I murmured, my voice hoarse, "I want this too, Miyu."

This time, I leaned in for her lips. My kiss was harder, hungrier, my tongue pressing with an impatience I no longer tried to hide. She answered with the same fever, her muffled moans blending with my breath. My hand slid down her side, grazing the warmth of her body through the fabric, until it reached the loosely tied obi of her kimono. One simple motion, and the garment gave way, slipping off her shoulders, collapsing around her like a too-fragile barrier.

What I saw took my breath away. Her torso wasn’t bare—it was wrapped in hasty bandages, tight as if to cover her wounds. The contrast was brutal. The insolent, provocative warrior revealed herself as wounded, fragile, hidden beneath a cloth armor. My heart faltered, but my fingers kept tracing her curves despite the awkwardness, caressing the softness of her skin where the wrappings ended.

I felt the firmness of her breasts, swollen, almost spilling out of the bandages. My palms cupped them, squeezing lightly, and she gasped at once, her head tipping back.

— "Aaah... Kaito..." Her moan vibrated against my lips still pressed to hers.

I pinched her nipples gently through the wrappings. They were hard, overly sensitive, and she arched, her hands clutching at my kimono. Every rub over the tips made me feel like I already owned her, like her body begged through the cloth.

I slid my hand lower, tracing her belly, stroking her hips, until I reached the warm heat between her thighs. I kept kissing her, swallowing her sighs, and my fingers pressed against her pussy. Even through the damp fabric, I felt her wetness drip. She was soaked, dripping, like her body had been waiting for me forever.

I pressed harder, ready to slip in, but her hand suddenly stopped me. Her bright eyes locked onto mine, feverish, her tongue sliding over her lips before she whispered:

— "Kai... to... I’m... still a virgin..."

I froze. My brain exploded in a mess of disbelief and shame. At her age? So she’d always hidden it, behind insolence, behind her predatory smiles.

— "Shit... I... I’m sorry, Miyu. We can stop if you want."

She shook her head with surprising force. Her cheeks burned, her eyes flared with a resolve that made me tremble.

— "No!" Her voice cracked, then softened: "I just... wanted to warn you."

I stared at her, unable to believe what I was hearing.

— "Are you sure?"

Her face flushed even redder. She bit her lip, then nodded, tears brimming at the corners of her eyes, but a timid smile broke through her usual mask.

— "Yes... I want it to be you, Kaito."

I kissed her again, harder, more desperate. My other hand slid back to her thighs, but this time she didn’t stop me. She shifted, clumsy, offering her intimacy like a burning confession.

Her words echoed in my head. Virgin. Everything twisted inside me. My plan, my hunger... I had to change course, to hold back. So I let my fingers slide, focusing higher, on her clit pulsing like a bare heart.

She moaned instantly.

— "Aaaanhh..."

My breath mixed with hers, my lips roamed her neck where no bandage hid her skin. I sucked gently, leaving a wet trace that made her arch. Her mouth opened in a silent cry, her trembling arms wrapping around my kimono.

My fingers circled, slow, precise, over her swollen clit. Her whole body vibrated, wave after wave.

— "Aaaaah... Kaaaaitooo..." She buried her face under an arm, as if to hide from me, but her rough voice, her ragged breaths betrayed her.

I felt her tremble, her thighs clenching then parting with each pulse. The more I stroked, the more her hips chased my fingers.

— "Fuck... you... you’re driving me insane..." she panted between gasps.

I wanted more. I wanted to see her face twist, to see her lose herself without restraint. So I gently laid her on her back, her legs parted before me. Her dripping pussy gleamed in the dim light, glistening with wet shine. The smell hit me, raw, animal, intoxicating.

— "N-no, Kaito..." She turned her head, scarlet. "It’s... it’s dirty..."

I smiled despite myself. My heart raced like mad, but the words slipped out unfiltered:

— "I want to taste you, Miyu."

She froze. Her gaze flicked to me, then away at once, unable to hold it. Her lips parted, but no sound came. A heavy silence, throbbing... worth more than a yes.

So I leaned down.

My tongue touched her pussy. One first slow lick, from bottom to top, ending on her stiff clit. She screamed.

— "Aaaaaahhh!!"

Her hands gripped my hair instantly, her fingers clawing. She pushed my head despite herself, as if her body refused to let me stop. I licked again, sucked gently on her button, and her hips jerked, her thighs clamping around my head.

— "Fuck... fuck, Kaito... don’t stop..."

Her pussy gushed, my mouth filled with her salty, feverish taste. I circled my tongue, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, savoring each shiver she gave me. Her moans grew messy, raw, her hips trying to ride my face.

She pulled my hair, her nails scraping my scalp, while her other hand clawed the ground, scratching stone like she’d anchor herself not to drown.

— "Aaah... aaah... Kaito... too... it’s too much..."

Her legs shook around my neck, her belly spasmed in jolts. I sucked harder, alternated quick licks, and her scream split the air:

— "AAAAAAH!!"

Her body arched violently, her thighs clamped on my head, and I felt her spasms quake through her pelvis. Her pussy gushed, hot, abundant, and I drank it all, my mouth sealed to her, refusing to let go.

She writhed, clutching my hair, panting like someone just saved from drowning. Sweat streamed down her face, her eyes hazy, staring at the sky as if she’d left the earth. And me, between her trembling thighs, I had only one thought, raw, obsessive: Fuck, I want more.

I rose slowly over her. Her fevered eyes refocused, her cheeks slick with sweat, and in that chaos of breath and heat, I kissed her again, shameless. Her mouth was my drug, my lips hunted hers with animal hunger.

My kimono slipped off my shoulders, wrinkled, sticky. The scar of my lost eye, the marks of war—all bare to her. But she didn’t look away. No. Her gaze dropped, irresistibly, to my cock, swollen, pulsing at the brink of pain.

Her lips parted in a trembling breath.

— "Go on... Kaito... I’m ready..."

Fuck. Hearing her say that, with that soft, fragile voice, so unlike her usual insolence, shook me. She wasn’t the cocky, foul-mouthed Miyu anymore. She was a girl... no, a woman, giving herself to me for the first time.

Is this... her true face?

I guided my cock between her thighs, brushing her soaked pussy. Her heat swallowed me inch by inch. I pushed, slowly, trembling, and her voice tore the air:

— "Aaahhh...!"

Her fingers dug into my shoulders, nails piercing my skin. Her eyes squeezed shut, her whole body taut. I stopped instantly, my breath ragged.

— "You okay...?" I asked, throat dry.

She nodded, teeth clenched. A tear slid at the corner of her eye, but she didn’t look away.

— "Yes... keep going..."

I resumed, millimeter by millimeter. Her pussy clamped me like a vise, each inch felt like tearing her apart and being reborn at once. She panted, her legs trembled around my waist.

— "Ahh... aaah... it burns..." she whimpered, then her lips curved into a fevered smile. "But... keep going... don’t stop..."

I kissed her to swallow her cries, my thrusts still slow, careful. Her body slowly adjusted, her tension eased. Her moans changed. They weren’t painful anymore, but tender, surprised, laced with pleasure she was discovering.

— "Aaah... yes... there..." Her hips moved on their own, trying to take me deeper. Her arms clung tighter around my neck, her short breath in my ear. "Harder, Kaito... please..."

I lost it. My thrusts slammed deeper, rougher. The wet slap of our bodies echoed through the forest, her cries drowned my thoughts. Her drenched pussy swallowed my cock, every thrust made her scream louder.

— "Aaah... yes... more..."

Her face, scarlet, fell back. Her big breasts burst from her loosened wrappings, bouncing under my thrusts. I grabbed them, pinched her hard nipples, and she screamed, losing all control.

Her legs locked around me, her nails clawed my back. Her whole body tensed in a violent wave.

— "AAAAAH!! Kaito!!"

She came, her pussy convulsing brutally, milking me in convulsive heat. Her moans turned to sobs of pleasure, her hips still grinding against mine.

I froze, hard, burning, my orgasm still held back, but her climax exploded in my chest as if I’d felt it too.

And in her tearful eyes, in her trembling lips, I saw a Miyu I’d never known. Not a warrior. Not insolent. A girl giving me her first cry as a woman.

— "This is just the beginning, Miyu..."

Her eyes widened, surprised, but I didn’t let her answer. My thrusts resumed, heavy, fast, slamming in the forest’s silence. Her body shook under mine, each penetration sent a wave down her trembling legs.

— "W-wait... I just... aaAAaaannhh!"

Another sharp thrust cut her off. Her pussy clenched, dripping, and I felt her convulse again.

— "Fuck... I... I’m too sensitive... aaaahh..."

Her moans rang like broken prayers, mixing with the wet slap of our bodies. I kissed her again, swallowing her cries, my hands gripping her hips to pound harder. The smell of damp earth, moss sticking to our skin, the night’s cool air... all vanished behind the burning heat of her pussy devouring me.

I no longer knew how long I’d been fucking her. Her breasts bounced against my chest, her nipples scraped my skin, her belly rose with each thrust. My breath hitched, my gut twisted: my climax rose, ready to explode.

At the last moment, I tried to pull out. My body tilted back, but Miyu caught me. Her arms locked around my neck, her legs tightened around my waist. A shocking strength pinned me to her.

— "N-No... stay..." she panted, her red eyes fevered. Her cheeks burned, her lips trembled. Then her voice rang out, clear, firm despite the tears:

— "It’s my safe period... come inside me, Kaito."

I froze for a second, breathless. Her words sank into my gut like a command. My cock swelled harder, a brutal wave of excitement hit me. I growled, animal, and slammed faster, harder.

Each thrust smacked my hips against hers, brutal, relentless. Her heavy breasts slammed against my chest with each stroke. I kissed her with rage, our tongues locked in desperate struggle. My body arched, hers too, and together we dove into one last frenzy.

— "Aaahh... faster... more... please...!"

Her cry broke as I erupted inside her. Heat flooded her pussy, pulsing deep, and her body exploded too. Her thighs clamped, her contracting pussy swallowed me to the base, her spasms mirrored mine.

She trembled, her back arched, her nails raked my skin.

— "Kaaaaiiittttooo!!"

I growled, breathless, lips pressed to hers. Our bodies convulsed together to the end, then I collapsed on her, drained, trembling.

The forest caught its breath around us. Our chests rose in unison, slick with sweat. Her hand slid into my hair, my lips stayed pressed to her neck.

We stayed there, collapsed in the damp grass, two broken bodies breathing as one.

Her burning breath slowly calmed against my chest. Our bodies still stuck, dripping sweat, shivered with each breeze. I felt her heart pound against my ribs, fast, fragile, like everything could shatter any second.

Then, in the silence, she whispered.

— "I’ve always loved you, Kaito..."

I stiffened. Her red, wet eyes stared straight at me. Not the insolent Miyu, not the warrior always teasing me. No. This was a woman. Naked, offered, with that trembling, burning gaze, telling me she’d just given me everything.

My gut clenched. So... deep down, she’s like this? It wasn’t provocation, not a whim. It was the truth she’d hidden under carnivorous smiles, insults, wild-dog attitude. The truth was, she loved me.

My mouth opened to answer. I was ready to spill everything I’d held back, to spit what I’d never dared say.

And that’s when it happened.

A crack. Sharp. From the bushes.

I whipped my head, heart pounding. But what I saw made me curse silently.

Behind a tree, barely hidden by shadow, a silhouette. Eyes. Fuck, I knew them too well.

Hikari.

She was there. Motionless. Her lips parted. Her cheeks red. And her gaze fixed on us. On us.

Holy fuck.

My blood froze, my cock still inside her, my body pressed against Miyu... and my little sister watching us.

The whole world seemed to stop.

— "..."

No words. Just silence, heavy, suffocating.

And me, trapped between two impossible truths: Miyu’s fevered love beneath me... and Hikari’s eyes, that had just seen everything.

Fuck.