Stealing Spree

Chapter 2720: Can I kiss you now?

Hanabi’s round and glassy eyes widened before she huffed, trying to reclaim her goofy courage.

“Hmph! Cocky as ever, babe. When did I say I want you to kiss me?”

“You did not. But your expression says it all.” I replied as I started caressing her cheek again. The girl liked it anyway.

Like this, we slowly settled back on the bed, sinking our heads back on the pillow. However, Hanabi had another idea. Perhaps feeling more comfortable with our closeness, she snuggled further into my embrace, her head nestling perfectly under my chin, her long black hair tickling my neck like a teasing whisper.

I put on a genuine smile. I’m already satisfied holding her like this, but just in case, I am also ready to seal her lips.

Her body molded against mine, the curve of her perky breasts pressing into my chest through the thin fabric of her one-piece dress. She hooked one leg over mine, pulling us impossibly closer.

Is she testing my patience? Well, probably not. She’s just enjoying this moment. Our closeness, even without becoming too intimate, was enough for her.

“Babe... you’re warm,” she murmured, her voice a breathy giggle that vibrated against my collarbone. “But... the smell of other girls is too thick on you. How many have you embraced today?”

“Well, you didn’t let me change out of my uniform. But let’s see. Since you’re curious, I should answer you, right?”

I paused there as I gently combed her hair while sensing her minute reactions.

“How many... Hmm. All of them, I think?”

Almost instantly, the girl lifted her chin to look up at me, with narrowed eyes like a wife who caught her husband cheating, she asked, “All of them? Babe, you’re supposed to lie there.”

“Why would I lie to you, babe? I want to see you jealous.” I teasingly smirked, my fingers trailing down her spine, stopping just above the curve of her ass.

The way her body tensed and how her thigh tightened over mine told me she was hooked. Her jealousy was being mixed with that goofiness she couldn’t hide.

Hanabi’s pout deepened, her full lips pursing as she buried her face back into my chest, muffling her voice. “Ugh, you’re the worst, babe! No fair. I’m here now, so you’re supposed to make me feel special, not jealous.”

Her leg squeezed harder, her knee brushing dangerously close to my throbbing cock, still trapped in my pants but pulsing with need from her proximity. And despite how she’s acting, I could also feel her body heating up.

Of course, as someone who’s still too inexperienced with this kind of intimacy, she had no idea what she was expecting. Ah. No. She did have an idea. Just that, she didn’t know how to act around it. That’s why she’s like this, making herself content with just embracing each other closely.

As for her aversion to kissing, it could also be attributed to her lack of experience. Maybe she’s afraid I’d tease her for it, or she’s afraid she might lose herself in the sensation.

One thing was for certain though. My lovely goofball genuinely loves every second we’re spending together.

Be it before dinner and reading her twin sister’s letter to me, she considered those as precious moments.

Should I act a little boldly? To ease her into it? I know I shouldn’t rush things. However, considering what happened with Misaki, whose innocence I wanted to cherish, wherein she ended up demanding me to kiss her, restraining my desire here could repeat that.

“Special, huh? But I’m already treating you as one, babe.” I murmured, my hand sliding lower to cup her ass, squeezing the soft, plump flesh through her dress.

She gasped as her body subtly arched into me, her perky breasts mashing harder against my chest. “Dragging me in here, stealing your sister’s letter... and now snuggling up like you own me...”

“I-I do own you tonight!” She protested, lifting her head again. Once again, her cheeks were flaming red and her eyes sparkled with that mischievous fire. “At least... let me pretend to be your only one.”

“Pretending is fine, babe. But once we leave that door, you’ll see me be intimate with Akane, Nao and Miwa-nee. You know, even Saionji-senpai can’t resist me. No matter how she acted like she was not thrilled to be here, she was also waiting to get my attention solely for her.”

“... I know that. I’d seen you with all those girls back at the Interhigh. Anywhere you turn, a girl is waiting for you.”

“Sorry, your babe is too popular.”

“Pfft. Popular and shameless. And perverted. And painfully honest.” Hanabi finished for me, her pout morphing into a reluctant grin as she poked my chest with a finger. “But that’s why I’m here, isn’t it? To steal some of that shameless attention for myself.”

“Mhm. Yes you are... So, can I kiss you now, babe?” Shedding away my restraint, I lifted her chin again, making her look straight into my eyes.

The girl pressed her lips together, sucking it in unconsciously then parting them open. Looking at how they glistened, I almost failed to wait for her response.

Thankfully, the girl didn’t make me wait. Without breaking eye contact with me, I could see her thoughts swirling in those bubbly eyes of hers. And once she came to a decision, a brilliant smile spread on her face as she slowly moved her head into a nod.

“S-should I close my eyes?” She whispered, her voice a breathy tremor that sent a fresh surge of heat straight to my cock. Her full lips parted further, glistening with anticipation, and her round eyes flickered with that mix of goofy nervousness and raw want.

“Mhm... Close it slowly, babe. I mean, you won’t be able to look at me directly if our faces get so close together.” I smirked, my thumb brushing across her lower lip, feeling the soft plumpness quiver under my touch. My other hand squeezed her ass harder, pulling her flush against me until her thigh draped fully over my hip, her dress unwittingly bunching up slightly, making me feel a damp spot blooming on her white cotton panties.

Despite being so unsure how to act, her body was too honest.

Hanabi nodded again, more eagerly this time. “O-okay... babe. Just... be gentle? It’s my first–”

I didn’t let her finish. My lips claimed hers, swallowing the rest of her words in a gentle yet devouring kiss. I let go of my restraint, letting my desire meet hers.

She stiffened for a split second, her hands turning into a fist as she clutched my shirt. But then she melted like ice cream on a hot day, her body going pliant in my arms.

Her lips were soft, inexperienced, yet so eager. She parted it wider to let my tongue invade, tasting the faint sweetness of curry lingering from dinner mixed with her unique flavor, innocent and addictive.

A muffled whimper escaped her throat as I deepened the kiss, my tongue tangling with hers. She tried to keep up, her tongue pushing back clumsily at first, but soon she was sucking on mine with needy little pulls.

Her hips grinded instinctively against my thigh. The friction made her lower body build up more heat. Even without seeing it, I could already imagine her sacred place becoming wetter by the second.

“Mmm... babe...” She gasped when I pulled back just enough to nip at her bottom lip, tugging it gently before diving back in. Her hands slid up to clutch my shoulders as her leg tightened around me, pulling me closer.

At this, she successfully aligned herself with my throbbing bulge. I could feel her slit seemingly trying to accommodate the width of my cock through the thin cotton.

Despite not knowing what to do exactly, she was doing quite well in conveying her desire for me.

“Babe, if we continue like this, we might end up doing what Matsuri and I usually did in our meeting place.” I pulled back slightly, trying to anchor her back to reality.

Realizing what I meant by that, Hanabi’s wide and glassy eyes snapped open. There, I could see a mix of shock and that goofy, overwhelmed excitement. Her cheeks were flushed a deep crimson, her full lips swollen and glistening from our kiss, parted slightly as she panted softly. The ribbon in her long black hair had finally come loose, dangling haphazardly over one shoulder like a surrendered flag.

“B-Babe... you mean... like, that?” She whispered, her voice breathy and trembling as she glanced down at our lower bodies. She might still be innocent but not ignorant. She could feel me throbbing down there. She could also sense how aroused she had become.

Her thigh squeezed tighter around my hip, grinding her damp panties against my throbbing cock in a slow, instinctive roll that made her whimper. The wet spot on her cotton underwear had grown, soaking through to my pants, her sacred place pulsing with need she probably didn’t even fully understand yet.