Volume 3 Chapter 2 Chitatsu-chan Is Indeed A pervert ★
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The room hummed with anticipation, the air thick with the scent of jasmine and something else—something wild and unspoken. I’d bartered for an extra hour of sleep, Kurumi’s abacus clicking like a metronome in the background, Aria’s presence a sharp note of tension in the corner. Her voice, cool and measured, sliced through the silence.
”I understand. I’ll manage the ledger and assist His Highness,” she said, her fingers brushing the collar of her blouse. “Though… there’s a scent on you, isn’t there? Not the usual… fragrance. Am I mistaken?” Her eyes narrowed, a flicker of something unreadable.
”I—I don’t think so,” I stammered, heat rising to my cheeks. Aria’s arms were crossed, her posture rigid, yet her breasts shifted subtly with each breath, a silent challenge. My throat tightened. Don’t react. Don’t react.
The door slid open, and Chinatsu stepped in, a gust of cool air and shadowed silk. Her voice was a low purr, laced with mischief. “Takumi-kun, your delivery for the day—me. Black-haired, unexpected, and ready.” She tilted her head, her smile a promise. “You’re already… prepared, I see? Let’s skip the formalities. First, a gift for my face. Then… we’ll talk wisdom.”
Her movements were fluid, a dancer shedding layers, her skin pale under the dim light. Her breasts were small, perfect, a sculptor’s afterthought. But the air between us felt heavy, off-kilter. She licked her lips, her gaze fixed on me, and the room seemed to shrink.
”A kiss first?” I asked, my voice hoarse. “Like—”
”Hikari’s way? No.” She shook her head, her hair cascading like ink. “Today’s different. Memorable. Your way.”
She knelt between my legs, her breath warm against my skin. Her mouth moved with deliberate grace, a whisper of sound—a soft gulping suction, the wetness of it a secret only we could hear. Her throat worked, a pulse in her neck, and I felt the slide of her, deep, impossibly deep.
”Chinatsu-chan—” I began, but she hummed around me, a vibration that traveled.
”Mmm? I’m fine. You taste… reckless. Delicious. Go ahead. Let me struggle. Let it ruin me first.”
Her hands gripped my thighs, her body a conduit, a rhythm building—wet, hollow kisses—the sounds blending into a symphony of surrender. Her eyes fluttered closed, her breath hitching, and I saw it: her fingers, moving, her body answering its own question.
”You’re—” I started, but she cut me off with a moan, her voice thick.
”Mmm… yes. For you.”
The tension coiled tighter, her mouth a vise, her throat a promise. I warned her, my voice rough. “I’m—”
She murmured, her tongue a final caress before I pulled away, the release a sharp thick, splattering drops, her face a canvas, glistening. She caught it, her lips parted, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
”Your… size,” she whispered, her voice laced with wonder. “Corrupted me, didn’t it? Sticky… marriage material, nee?” She grinned, wicked.
”I—that’s—”
”Kidding.” She waved a hand, her body a map of want. “But look. For you.” She spread her legs, her fingers moving, a soft, wet rhythm that echoed in the silence.
”So good… with you watching,” she breathed, her eyes locked on mine. “Rira’s idea, actually. Said it might… help. With things.”
”Help with what?” I asked, my voice steady.
She paused, her fingers stilling. “Suicide,” she said, casual as a shrug. “But this… makes me want to stay. A little longer.”
The weight of her words sat between us, heavy and unspoken. She climaxed then, her voice a muffled cry, her body arching, a panting, wet release that faded into silence.
”Thank you,” she whispered, her breath evening out. “From now on… let me serve. And when it’s my turn… no need to clean up. I’ll take you as you are. Worked-in. Real.”
I opened my mouth to protest, but she silenced me with a look, her lips curving. “Three times, Takumi-kun. Always three.”
And so it began again, the room alive with the sounds of us—a gulping suction, a thick splatter, a soft wet rhythm—each one a secret, each one a promise.
Notes:
• Chinatsu – Hikari’s party. Frustrated, jokes about prostitution.
• Hikari – 4th Division leader. Stressed, relies on Takumi.
• Chinatsu-chan – Hikari’s party. Frustrated, jokes about prostitution.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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