Chapter 48 Reflections of Passion꞉ Manami and Hirokazu
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Due to the surge of Manami’s release, the bedsheets had become quite drenched. I briefly considered moving to my own room, but I realized that if the same thing happened there, we would have nowhere left to sleep tonight. Thus, I decided against changing rooms.
While it might have been possible to use the bed by avoiding the wet patches, I had a certain desire I’d wanted to try for some time. I guided Manami to the dresser¹, asking her to place her hands upon it and arch herself toward me. Manami resisted at first, blushing at the thought of seeing her own reflection in the mirror, but when I pointed out the state of the bed, she reluctantly assumed the position.
I took hold of her with both hands, my attention focused entirely on her most intimate curves, and gave a soft, gliding lick.
”Aah…” Manami sighed, her voice lifting in a quick gasp.
Taking advantage of her vulnerability, I pressed a soft kiss to her skin, my tongue tracing light patterns. “It is not clean there, you must not!” Manami cried out, her frame swaying as she tried to pull away.
”There is nothing about you that is not beautiful, Manami,” I said quietly. I leaned in again, pressing a lingering kiss to her.
”Hirokazu-san, you are being far too mischievous today,” she whispered.
”Am I?” I replied innocently, continuing my playful ministrations. As I did, I noticed the glisten of love fluid² beginning to seep from her. I gathered it before it could fall, hovering over her with a hunger that seemed to grow by the second.
”Ah, aah… it feels so good…” she hummed. No matter how much I partook of her sweetness, the flow only seemed to increase, a testament to her rising heat. She shifted against me restlessly. “Hirokazu-san, please, it is time.”
I adjusted our positions, aligning myself with her silken depth. “I am coming in,” I said, and with a firm press, I moved forward.
”Nn!” A sharp sound escaped her the moment we joined. Even though we had done this many times, she felt incredibly snug, her inner walls wrapping around me like velvet. I began to move with a slow, deliberate rhythm.
”Haa… haa… haa…” Manami’s breaths hitched in time with our movement. I could see the slight twitching of her muscles as I shallowly grazed her before plunging deep, rotating my hips with a grinding pressure. I repeated this over and over.
”Aah… no… that grinding… it is too much!” Manami’s legs began to tremble, and she buried her face against the wood of the dresser.
”Manami, look up,” I whispered, maintaining the intense, circular pressure. “Look at the beautiful girl in the mirror.”
”No, my face looks so strange, I am embarrassed,” she replied.
”That is not true. You are lovely at every moment,” I told her. Slowly, hesitantly, she lifted her gaze, watching herself as I continued to drive into her.
”A strange face…” she muttered.
”Not to me. To me, you are the most beautiful sight in the world,” I said. I pressed a kiss to her back and struck against her again. A rhythmic sound echoed through the room-slap, slap-as our bodies collided.
”Ah, ah, ah… it is amazing… ah, ah, ah!” Manami no longer looked away from her reflection. She shook her head from side to side, her voice filled with a desperate joy.
”Aah, Mana… I think I am going to go… please, Hirokazu… together…” I pushed as deep as I possibly could, her interior tightening around me in a frantic grip. “I am going!”
A moment later, I followed her, a surge of heat erupting deep within her. Her body seemed to pulse, trying to draw every last drop from me as she trembled. When I finally withdrew, Manami sank toward the floor. I caught her quickly from behind, pulling her close, and she leaned her weight entirely into me.
”Hirokazu, Hirokazu…” she murmured my name like a prayer. Overcome with a sudden wave of affection, I kissed her and carried her in my arms to a dry spot on the bed. On the floor by the dresser, a small pool of our shared passion remained.
As I lay beside her, Manami buried her face in my chest. I stroked her hair, the familiar silkiness soothing my racing heart. “Hirokazu-san, that was incredible,” she whispered, looking up at me.
I moved to kiss her again, but she ducked her head, pressing her lips to my chest instead. Her hands began to work on me once more, and her tongue began to tease my nipple. It was ticklish at first, but soon a familiar heat began to stir.
”Manami, that feels wonderful,” I groaned.
”Since you are still so large, may we go once more?” she asked. I knew school was tomorrow and I really should have practiced some restraint, but the instinct to remain connected to her won out. Besides, she looked as though she would accept anything I gave her. I lifted her legs, bringing them up toward her head in a deep, folded position before sliding back inside.
”Eek, this is so embarrassing…” she squeaked, yet she accepted me without a single complaint. I thrust into her with renewed strength.
”An… an… an…” A white, earnest fluid began to overflow from her.
”Everything is visible… it is too much…” It seemed she could see the exact point where we met. To tease her, I made my movements even larger and more obvious.
”Nooo… amazing… aah… this is too naughty… aah… no!”
I eventually returned her to a more traditional position, maintaining a steady, unwavering pace. Her cries began to change in tone. I shifted the rhythm-three shallow strokes followed by one deep plunge.
”An, an, an, aah! An, an, an, aah!” Her voice mirrored my movements perfectly, creating a profound sense of unity. At the deepest point of each thrust, I ground my hips against her.
”An… not that… it feels too good… aah…” I decided to try something I had once read about online-applying gentle pressure to her lower abdomen while I reached her furthest point.
”Nooo… that… that is the ‘bad’ thing… stop…” Even so, I continued to grind against the very entrance of her womb while pressing softly on her belly.
”Aah… Hirokazu, no… it is too good!” I did it again and again.
”Mana is going…” She arched her back sharply. “I am going, going!”
I kissed her and increased my speed to a frantic pace. “I just went, I cannot…” she gasped, but I did not stop. “No, no… I shall leak… please, stop!”
As I moved, a sudden, warm spray struck my lower body. I paused for only a second before resuming my fierce rhythm. “Hirokazu, no… aah… I am going again!” Manami arched into a bridge, and at that exact moment, I released everything deep within her. I continued to pulse until the very end, finally kissing her as I pulled away.
When I rolled over to rest, Manami buried her face in my chest once more, whispering, “You’re mean,” while shaking her head back and forth like a pouting child.
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Summary:
Hirokazu and Manami find their bed soaked from their previous session and decide to move to the dresser. Manami is initially shy about seeing herself in the mirror, but Hirokazu encourages her. They engage in intense intimacy, with Hirokazu using techniques to heighten her pleasure. Despite the late hour and school the next day, they go for a second round. The chapter concludes with them resting together after a very passionate night.
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Character Insight:
This chapter highlights the deepening trust and vulnerability between the two. Manami’s initial shame regarding her ‘strange’ face in the mirror is countered by Hirokazu’s genuine adoration, helping her move past her insecurities in the heat of the moment. Hirokazu’s dominance is tempered by his intense affection for Manami, showing a balance between his physical desires and his emotional ‘lone wolf’ devotion.
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Behind the Scene:
The author uses the ‘dresser mirror’ trope to increase the psychological intimacy and self-awareness of the characters during the scene.
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T/L:
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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