It was too much for him to suddenly have her half-naked to do with as he pleased.
(I’m touching Ibekusa-san’s breasts.)
A tremor of nerves passed through his fingers and jiggled her breasts a little.
He looked up, wanting to see her face again. He realized he had seen her in profile a lot since she sat next to him, but he had not looked at her head on very often. And it was a first from this close.
“…”
(She’s beautiful.)
He felt her allure was in her eyes. The doll-like perfection of her face was part of it, but his mind always came back to the elusive half-lidded look of her eyes. Her transparent eyes looked like a single drop of water on a pure sheet of ice.
It was love at first sight, just as it had been during the spring.
He felt like her deep eyes were sucking him in.
“So you hide those giant tits of yours, huh? Honestly, Mutsuki, you sure look a lot happier than with me…ah.”
Ange had put on her lopsided frown in annoyance, but then her eyes widened.
Mutsuki was snapped back to his senses by that third party’s voice.
(Huh? What am I doing?)
He felt a wonderful softness pressing against his lips. A sour and somewhat sweet scent of apples tickled his nose.
Machina gently closed her eyes from so close their noses touched.
“~~ Fwah! I-I’m sorry, Ibekusa-san! Um…I didn’t mean to do that…”
He frantically pulled back his face.
The smacking sound was enough to know he had stolen her lips with unexpected strength. Ange’s eyes were opened wide off to the side.
He had promised to only touch her breasts, so he tensed up in fear.
“…?”
But Machina seemed confused that he had stopped.
“I do not mind.”
She placed a finger on his lips.
“Your lips…were not unpleasant.”
She stared straight at him with unreflecting eyes as transparent as the sky.
Mutsuki felt like he could see what lay beyond them, so he reflexively placed a finger on her mouth as well.
They began teasing each other’s lips.
(Ibekusa-san’s…lips…)
“Um…”
Before Ange could say anything, their lips pressed together again.
Mutsuki’s momentum pushed Machina back onto her butt, so he reached a hand behind her head to powerfully pull her close and deepen their kiss.
“Wait, you two…”
The third party’s voice no longer reached them.
When he brought her pleasant smelling pink lip into his mouth and sucked on it, Machina vacantly closed her eyes again. She then wrapped her arms around his neck with the familiarity of lovers with years of experience. They seemed to be creating their own private world.
“Your mouth smells like apples.”
After moving a bit away, he poked at her cherry blossom petal shaped lips with his tongue and licked off the overflowing saliva. The girl let him without opening her eyes.
“I want to eat more of you.”
“…Ah.”
They said little, but she opened her mouth as if their hearts were connected.
While realizing this was his first time to be the one doing it, he gently stuck his tongue inside.
Her mouth was soft and warm. The plentiful saliva that wrapped around his invading tongue left the greatest impression. It ever so slightly smelled of apples.
(Her mouth is delicious. …Ah.)
As he started growing dizzy from the sweet aroma of her saliva, he found her tongue at the bottom.
When he gently teased it, she quickly realized what he wanted and stuck it out. He did not hesitate to lick all over it. The air caught below her tongue made obscene noises.
(Her tongue…is so sticky and cute.)
Their sticky tongues pressed against each other for a while as he tasted her mouth.
(Um, you do it like this, right?)
“Nfhn…”
He deepened the kiss further.
He poked at the tip of her tongue with quick vibrato movements and sucked at the base without warning. His clever mouth caress led Machina to blow air from her nose.
(This is turning her on. So next I should do…this.)
He focused on tickling just the base. That was enough for her eyebrows to twist and her closed eyelids to twitch.
But Mutsuki was only getting started. He slowly licked up to the tip…or pretended to. Halfway up her tongue, he moved to her teeth and gums where he started tickling and poking at her.
“Nnah…”
Machina cried out in irritation.
After plenty of teasing, he wrapped his tongue around hers and powerfully sucked at it. That was enough for her slender spine to react. Her large breasts bounced from the movement and the pink tips stood erect.
Mutsuki had learned both techniques from Lucia. He was not sure he had perfectly copied the tongue technique that had charmed a fellow boy, but he did know the girl’s breathing had quickened.
(And next…d)
He pressed the bottom of his tongue below her tongue and slowly stroked it back and forth.
This was a technique Micha had taught him. That was the most ticklish spot of the mouth and this was the best method of bringing pleasure there. As he rubbed that erogenous zone, saliva began dripping from her mouth like love juices from a vagina.
He sucked it in and tried swallowing it. It also had a hint of apple juice flavor.
“…Hh…”
The girl barely reacted. Even as he caressed her sticky mouth and sucked in her overflowing saliva, no displeasure or embarrassment appeared on her face. She was just as doll-like as in the classroom.
But…
“Fujita…-kun.”
She opened her eyes a little.
Warm tears floated in her icy eyes as heat filled the corners.
She had not told him anything, but he still gently let his own saliva flow gently into her mouth.
“…Ah…?”
She swallowed it all as if it were the most natural thing to do.
The sounds of rain and distant thunder could be heard from outside. It was still evening, but thick clouds covered the sky and the room was incredibly dark without the lights on.
Mutsuki and Machina exchanged tongues as if trying to dissolve them in each other’s mouths.
“Um… You two?”
This had only been a game to hide her own embarrassment, but at some point, the other two had gotten serious. Ange tried to interject, but…
“Ibekusa-san, your body is so sexual.”
“…~~”
“Ah ha ha. Sorry, but it really is wonderful.”
Her voice did not reach them.
As he attacked the girl’s mouth to the point of swapping out all of her saliva with his own, Mutsuki’s hands returned to her breasts. He traced his hands along their outlines and kneaded them.
Machina’s body had enough feminine curves to charm even another girl like Ange. To enjoy those lines, Mutsuki’s fingers traced down to her navel. But they suddenly moved back up and pinched her nipples that looked like freshly-bloomed cherry blossoms.
(He…really is lewd.)
Watching was enough to be infected by the obscene atmosphere, so the angel started fidgeting her hips without noticing.
Rubbing her thighs together, pulled the plump flesh of her butt to either side and let the corner of the desk in between. She frantically started to lift her hips, but…
“I’m going to touch you, okay?”
Mutsuki’s hand moved even further down than Machina’s navel.
Ange relaxed her legs and pressed her hips against the corner.
“Nnah…”
Mutsuki wrapped his hand around the warm mound he could feel through her striped panties.
A low cry escaped the girl’s lips.
Ibekusa Machina tended to remain silent, so hearing her voice at all was a rare treat. He had always liked its beautiful bell-like quality, but when a sensual tone was mixed in, it was enough to stimulate his male instincts. Mutsuki could not help but suck at her lips even more. He could not find a good time to stop kissing her.
(Ibekusa-san… This is Ibekusa-san. I’m doing…this…with Ibekusa Machina-san…)
He was kissing her and petting her half-naked body.