Volume 4 Chapter 94 Inside ♡
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Are you stupid or something?” Yomi’s exasperated voice echoed through the room, her cold gaze stabbing into me.
She was right, of course. After running wild outside with Korukona, then fleeing into a Love Hotel with the guards chasing us, there was no defense left in me. Still, I felt no regret—pleasure was enough reason.
”For now, let’s get her into a bath.”
”Kéa-Kéa, can you handle it?”
”Yes, understood!”
Lifia, Tifi, and Kéa carried Korukona, her body smeared with sweat, saliva, and every kind of fluid, toward the bathroom. Their busy footsteps faded, leaving only me and Yomi in silence.
I turned to face her.
”…What?” she muttered.
Her words were blunt, but I knew better—this was how she showed closeness, how she let herself lean on me. She had worked hard too. Commanding over twenty Brownie sailors, she had drowned the battlefield in chaos. She didn’t shine with direct heroics, but her contribution had been enormous.
I studied her. Her long black hair flowed straight down her back, sleek and radiant. She wore a high-cut leotard paired with black tights, the neckline plunging deep to reveal swelling northern curves that pressed against the thin fabric, demanding attention.
Her outfit seemed modest except for that daring chest, her lower body covered in black. Yet that very coverage emphasized the outline of her form—slender waist, the soft swell of her hips, her thighs full and ripe beneath the sheer fabric. Every curve branded itself into my sight. Even the way she glared back at me with narrowed, damp eyes had its charm.
And then—grrrrk.
”Wha—don’t tell me you’re getting hard again!?” Yomi blurted, flustered.
Despite Korukona having just been filled, my body hardened once more at the sight of her.
”Well, I thought I should reward you too,” I said.
”Reward? That’s not—ugh, I don’t need that!”
”Really?”
”…!”
She fell into silence, but her eyes betrayed her, flicking back and forth toward the straining bulge.
I stepped closer, resting a hand on her shoulder. She stiffened, a sharp breath escaping her lips, but she didn’t pull away. When I drew her into an embrace, her warmth seeped into me.
My hand wandered down, cupping her ass through the tights. Even through the fabric I felt the give of her flesh, soft and pliant beneath my fingers.
”Ah…n.”
Her eyes fluttered shut when I leaned in. Our lips touched.
”Mmh…chu…”
Wet sounds filled the air as our tongues tangled, her cherry lips opening to me. My hand gently rested beneath her leotard, feeling the warmth of her skin. Her breath quickened as I traced the curves of her form, my touch light and teasing. She shivered softly, her body responding to the gentle pressure.
”Hh…ah—!”
I continued to explore, my fingers brushing against the delicate fabric. Her thighs pressed together, but I followed the seam of her leotard, uncovering a subtle design—a discreet opening, cleverly concealed.
”No…don’t…”
I paused, a hint of a smile playing on my lips. “Wait, you mean…with it still on?”
She nodded, her cheeks flushed. I slid my fingers through the opening, feeling the softness beneath.
”You’re… ready,” I murmured.
”Th-that’s… because… ahhn!”
Her voice trailed off as I deepened my touch, her body arching in response. The air grew thick with anticipation, her breath coming in short gasps.
”Ahh…nn—ahhh!”
I withdrew, showing her the glistening trace of her readiness. “Come on, you touch me too.”
Her hand trembled as she reached out, her fingers brushing against mine. “F-fine…”
Her touch was hesitant yet firm, her gaze locked on mine. “It’s… so warm,” she whispered, her cheeks a soft pink.
We leaned in, our lips meeting in a tender kiss as our hands continued to explore. “Mm…chu.”
Her touch grew bolder as I guided her, the tension between us building. When we parted, a faint glimmer connected us, a silent testament to the moment.
”Haah… you really are,” she murmured, her earlier hesitation replaced by a shy smile.
I gestured for her to join me on the sofa. “Come here.”
”…Okay.”
She moved closer, her movements deliberate as she settled onto my lap. The connection between us deepened, her warmth enveloping me.
”Ahh…nnk—ahhh!”
Her body relaxed, a soft tremor running through her as we shared the moment. The heat, the softness enveloping me—it was perfect.
”Yomi… you feel amazing. So warm, so soft…”
”D-don’t say such things!”
Her protests faded as her body tightened around me, holding me close.
”Here,” I urged, shifting beneath her.
”Kyaa—ahhn!” she gasped, her voice sweet and high.
”Move with me. And don’t stop kissing me,” I whispered.
”O-okay… just stop talking like that!”
Our lips met again, hungry and deep. Her body moved in rhythm, her breath catching with each motion. I traced the curves of her form, her soft flesh responding to my touch.
”Nn…chu…ahh…” she murmured, her movements growing bolder. I felt her body clench, her grip tightening with every moment.
”Ahh! Nngh!! Not so much…ahhh!”
Her response was immediate, her body arching as she reached her peak. I followed soon after, our breaths mingling in the aftermath.
”Haa…haa…nmm…” Yomi clung to me, her voice soft and dazed.
”Again…inside…you’ll make me…” she whispered.
”That’s not the point. You want it, don’t you?”
She paused, then murmured, “…Yes. I want it.”
Her vulnerability was overwhelming. I held her close, our lips meeting once more.
”Mnchuu…chuu…” she sighed, her body still trembling.
”Do you…?” I began.
”Mm…yes. I do,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
I guided her gently, her movements hesitant but willing.
”Eh…o-okay.”
She shifted, her breath catching as she adjusted.
”That’s…so…” She trailed off, her eyes wide.
”Go on. It’s okay.”
She obeyed, her touch gentle yet firm.
”Ahh…” she moaned, her body responding to the sensation.
”It’s…tight,” she whispered.
”You’re doing great. Keep going.”
”Ahhh!!” She gasped, her body shaking as she found her rhythm.
”Feels good, doesn’t it?”
”I—I don’t know! It’s too much!”
”Let go. Move with me.”
”Ahhh…”
Her movements grew more confident, her body surrendering to the moment.
”Good girl,” I murmured.
”Ahh! Ahhh!”
Her breath came in short gasps, her body jolting with each motion.
”So perfect… I’m close,” I warned.
”Do it! I want it!”
Her words spurred me on, and I gave in, our breaths syncing as we reached the end together.
”Haa…haa…” Yomi leaned against me, her chest rising and falling.
”Other side now,” I whispered.
With a soft sound, I shifted, and she gasped, her body reacting to the change.
”Ahh! Nngh!” she cried, her voice filled with surprise.
I gently teased her other n**ple, watching it respond to my touch.
”Now, gently,” I encouraged.
”Nnkuh…so warm…” she murmured, her breath catching as she followed my lead.
Guiding her hand, I helped her explore, her movements soft and hesitant.
”Mmnn…nnn…”
I continued to support her, my touch steady and reassuring.
”M-my n**ple’s…so sensitive…” she slurred, her voice thick with emotion.
I smiled softly. “That’s beautiful. You’re incredible.”
Her eyes fluttered, tears glistening as she processed my words.
”But…what if…?” she began, her voice trembling.
”We’ll handle it together,” I assured her, my tone gentle. “We’ll figure it out, no matter what.”
”D-don’t joke…” she whispered, her tears making her even more endearing.
”You’re amazing,” I murmured, pulling her close.
Blushing deeply, she leaned in, her lips meeting mine in a tender kiss. Her body moved in rhythm, her hips swaying gently.
”H-huh?” she gasped, her eyes wide.
”You’re one of a kind,” I said, my voice filled with admiration. “No one else makes me feel this way.”
”T-that’s…not…” she stammered, her cheeks flaming.
”You should be proud,” I insisted. “You’re special—only you can make me feel this good.”
”R-really?” she asked, her shy laugh melting my heart.
Her bashfulness was irresistible, and I felt myself responding to her charm. I continued to support her, my touch gentle and encouraging.
”Ahh!” she cried out, her body arching in response.
”Yomi, I’m…!” I groaned, my voice thick with emotion.
”Yes! Let go!” she urged, her voice filled with encouragement.
With a deep breath, I surrendered to the moment, our connection deepening as we shared the experience.
”Ahhh—!” she gasped, her face a picture of pure joy.
I continued to support her, our movements syncing as we explored the depths of our connection, each moment blending into the next.
”Yom-Yom too, huh…”
The bath ended, and Tifi returned, sighing as she took in the scene.
Yomi had fainted, her breasts spilling white, yet her expression was nothing but bliss.
Notes:
• Korukona – A cat-eared girl with amber eyes. She is brave but vulnerable, showing honesty and gratitude. Taro rescues her from the pirate and plans to send her to her village.
• Brownie – A little sailor fairy.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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