Stealing Spree

Chapter 2914: Naughty Senior (2)

Yumika blinked, her gaze flickering from my eyes to the gap between my legs and the outline of my half-erect cock. She looked like a student facing a complex exam for which she hadn’t studied, yet her resolve didn’t waver. She was a competitor at heart. Being told that the outcome rested on her effort was like a challenge she couldn’t ignore.

"Something... to stimulate your desire?" She repeated, her voice sounding slightly dazed.

A few seconds later, her eyes sparkled as if an idea came to her mind. Following that, she immediately put it to the test.

Her hands moved to the hem of her skirt, and with a sudden, decisive motion, she pulled the fabric upward.

Yumika didn’t have a fancy strategy or a curated seduction technique. She probably thought seeing her underwear would be enough to stimulate a reaction.

In any case, the way she looked at me with cheeks flushed a deep crimson and eyes shimmering with a mix of terror and determination was far more potent than the act itself.

She lifted her skirt to her waist, exposing her pale, slender thighs and the surprisingly erotic pair of white lace panties that snugly covered her sacred place. Even without looking closer, I could make out the puffy camel toe pressing against the fabric and the shapely curves of her hips.

I could feel my cock twitch a bit but I did my best to prevent it from waking up completely.

Yeah. I’m cheating. This was more than enough stimulation. After all, looking at her current state, standing before my eyes with her skirt hiked up and her face burning with a mixture of shame and anticipation, any sane guy would be rock hard. Not to mention, the beauty she prided herself on was on full display, the contrast between the white lace and her porcelain skin creating a picture that was far more effective than any professional seduction.

"I-is this... enough?" She whispered, her voice trembling as if aggrieved while keeping the fabric up. "Did it work? Is it... hard now?"

I didn’t answer immediately. Instead, I let my gaze wander slowly from her face down to the lace, then back up to her wide, searching eyes.

"It is effective. But senpai, you know you can check it yourself if it’s already enough. With my size, it would be very obvious if I got fully erect," I teased which earned me a glare from her.

Nonetheless, she still followed my words. Her unfocused eyes moved from my face to the center of my pants, and she let out a small, disappointed huff.

While the fabric was now strained, the tent created by my erection was still far from what she had seen earlier.

"Ugh. H-how is this not enough? I’ve never shown myself like this to anyone before!"

"Sorry senpai, that’s just how it is. You know me, right? This sight may be stimulating for most guys but it is something I experience daily. My girls are that generous to me, you see." I shrugged and put on a helpless smile as if it were a tragedy that I was so spoiled.

Yumika’s expression shifted from anticipation to genuine frustration. The competitive streak in her flared up. She probably couldn’t stand the idea of being ’insufficient’ or failing a task, even one as absurd as stimulating a boy’s arousal. One of her hands let go of her skirt and started unbuttoning her blouse with a clumsy, hurried urgency.

"Hmph. Let me see if you still can’t be stimulated with this." Despite the crimson bloom on her face, the girl still put on a brave front as the buttons gradually popped open one by one. The white expanse below her neck was slowly revealed, and as she shrugged the fabric off her shoulders. Soon, her bra, which matched the white lace of her panties, was all that remained to hold back her chest.

Even without her taking it off, I couldn’t help but size her up.

Yumika’s breasts were firm and shapely, the kind of perfection that came from a disciplined athletic lifestyle. Most likely, it was the perky kind like Satsuki’s. But obviously bigger.

The pale skin of her chest had gradually started turning red as well and the sensitive peaks were already slightly straining against the lace.

Like this, she looked like a masterpiece of porcelain and silk, standing in the dim light of the storage room. If I took a photo of her at the moment, it would be a magnum opus if I framed it and hung it in our room.

"Is this still not enough, you stubborn and perverted junior?" She whispered with her voice cracking a bit. She stared at me, looking like I wronged her, but the way she stood there was truly stimulating.

In response, my lips curved up slightly as I gestured toward the center of my pants. "Now we’re talking, senpai. I think the ’engine’ is finally starting to warm up."

Yumika’s gaze dropped, and this time, she didn’t need a guide. The fabric of my pants was now stretched taut, the silhouette of my erection unmistakable and pulsing with a sudden, sharp intensity. Even if I wanted to restrain it, it was impossible now. Her image at the moment was too stimulating. Couple that with her fierce expression, even a eunuch would not be able to resist.

She let out a small, shaky exhale as her eyes widened upon realizing she had finally succeeded.

A triumphant, albeit shy, smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

"Hmph. See? I told you I could do it," She proudly muttered, though the confidence in her voice was undercut by the way her knees were trembling.

"Mhm. Then, senpai, I’m all yours?" I intentionally tilted my head, acting like an adorable and innocent junior serving himself up to his superior.

The girl couldn’t help but burst into a soft, giddy laugh at my act. Clearly, it caught her off guard.

"You’re so shameless, Onoda-kun. You made it sound like I was about to take advantage of you!" Her whole body shook slightly, but given her current state with one hand still holding her skirt up and another trying its best to prevent her blouse from sliding off completely, she became more adorable in my eyes.

"Isn’t that what you’re going to do, senpai?"

"Bah! After you had me do this, you still had the gall to say you’re going to be taken advantage? Hmph!" Suzuki Yumika puffed out her cheeks, her voice mimicking a haughty noblewoman despite the fact that she was half-dressed in this storage room. "Fine! If you want to be a victim, then I’ll take what I can get!"

She didn’t wait for me to respond.

With a sudden surge of boldness, Yumika lunged forward, her movements lacking the grace of her archery form but making up for desperate enthusiasm.

Her hand let go of her skirt as she dropped to her knees in front of me, her face directly right in front of my groin. The sudden movement caused her blouse to finally slip completely off her shoulders, pooling around her elbows and leaving her chest barely contained by the white lace of her bra. Then, while biting her lips seductively, she looked up at me as her hand was already reaching for the bulge in my pants.