Stealing Spree

Chapter 2935: New Session (3) *

At first, perhaps Futaba’s mind had been entirely occupied by the haze of pleasure, she failed to notice the ringing phone. Only when she noticed me not moving did she blink, her gaze drifting toward the nightstand where she seemed to have put her phone.

"Are you going to answer it?" I asked. I had no idea who was calling. It could be her boyfriend, which she had already hinted at earlier, or her parents, who might be checking on her considering she was supposed to be alone in this house tonight.

Futaba glanced at the distant phone, and the sudden shift in her expression was almost comical. The haze of pleasure remained. It didn’t even diminish at all. However, it was now mixed with a flicker of panic but there wasn’t any hint of guilt at all.

She scrambled to straighten her back and I also carefully pulled my hand out of her pajamas, though some of her love juices had already stained my fingers.

"I... I should check who it is..." She stuttered as she attempted to stand up to reach it. But having just gone through a climax, her legs were like jelly, and she stumbled back onto the bed with a soft thud.

With my reflexes, I caught her by the waist before she could tumble off the mattress, pulling her back against my chest.

"Alright, let me reach it for you." I tightened my hold on her while shifting us closer to the nightstand.

The girl could only nod as she tried to use my chest to hide her embarrassed expression. I reached out with my free arm, grabbing the device and glancing at the screen before bringing it closer to her face.

Sure enough, it was her boyfriend.

She looked up at me, conflict dancing in her eyes. Judging from the lack of guilt in her expression at the moment, she probably didn’t want to answer it but because the premise of this session was for her to get used to the sensation for the sake of her boyfriend and I was also doing my best to restrain myself, she couldn’t bring herself to say it directly.

If that’s the case, my previous guess earlier that she was deliberately hinting at me that she wanted the same stimulation as before was wrong.

She was probably just reminding me that we might get interrupted again.

Well then, I’ll play along with her.

"Then, I’ll put it back," I said as I slowly lowered the phone.

Futaba’s eyes followed it for only a moment before nodding again. Then she burrowed her face deeper into my chest, letting out a muffled sound that sounded like a mixture of a sigh and a whimper.

"But you still have to inform him later, alright? Don’t make him worry for you. Otherwise, it’ll hurt your relationship."

I couldn’t help but shake my head inwardly. What we’re doing is already hurting their relationship. And I still have the face to remind her to be a good girlfriend.

Ah. The irony.

"I... I will." She answered with a muffled voice.

Half a minute later, the ringing stopped. I put the phone down and pulled the girl up, enough to shift her position from just sitting sideways to facing me directly. Although I hadn’t put her on my lap, she was basically draped across my thighs, her chest heaving as she tried to regulate her breathing.

"He’ll call again," I reminded her. "And eventually, he’ll get worried. What are the chances of him coming over to knock on your door?"

Futaba stiffened, her eyes widening as the possibility registered. The thought of her boyfriend suddenly appearing at the door while she was half-naked and shivering from pleasure in another man’s arms sent a jolt of adrenaline through her.

"He... he wouldn’t. Not unless I didn’t answer for hours," She whispered, though the conviction in her voice was thin.

"So, it’s low? Alright. Let’s not worry about it for now."

Upon hearing that, a flicker of surprise crossed Futaba’s face, quickly replaced by a daring sort of resolve.

"Un. I’ll listen to you..."

Look at this girl... She knew how wrong this was, yet having decided to go through with this, she would never back out again. So obedient. So sensible...

"Good girl." I patted her head, which made her cheeks puff up again. Nevertheless, the girl just accepted it, her body leaning into me like a cat seeking warmth.

After caressing her for a while, I didn’t wait for the phone to ring again before resuming what we had started.

Futaba voluntarily pulled back slightly, opening a gap between our bodies but she kept her hold on my chest. She held my gaze, wordlessly communicating to me.

Understanding the words she couldn’t speak openly, I first tried to shift us back to our original position, but Futaba had other plans. She shifted her weight, sliding forward until she was straddling my lap, her pajama top hanging open and her perky and bountiful breasts right in front of my eyes.

How daring. She’s really not afraid of me losing control. In fact, I feel like she wants to see exactly where my limit is.

I didn’t move my hands immediately. Instead, I let my eyes wander over her, appreciating the magnificent view of her alluring curves. Anyone would lose control if they were put in this situation.

I could only somewhat hold on because of all the restrictions I put on myself.

Perhaps finding me mesmerized at this sight amusing, a soft giggle escaped Futaba’s lips. She grabbed onto my shoulders, supporting herself before whispering seductively, "... If you’re tempted, don’t hold back, Onoda-kun."

I looked up to meet her gaze. Seeing the desire and embarrassment within her eyes, I gulped down before reaching in with my mouth, capturing one of her sensitive peaks with my lips. My tongue swirled around expertly, not letting a single spot go untouched before sucking it deeper.

Her taste flooded my mouth, a little sweet as if all the sugar she had eaten recently had concentrated right there.

Futaba’s grip on my shoulder tightened as she let out a sharp, high-pitched gasp, her back arching as she pushed her chest further into my mouth. I didn’t let up, switching the rhythm from soft swirls to a firm, rhythmic suction that echoed in the quiet room.

At the same time, my hands on her waist moved behind her, cupping the firm curve of her butt and pulling her flush against me.

The wet patch of her pajama bottoms pressed against the prominent bulge of my cock, creating a friction that made us both shiver from that indirect contact.

I moved to the other side, leaving a trail of wetness across her chest before capturing the second peak. This time, I didn’t just suck. I used my teeth to lightly tug on the tip, causing her to let out a startled cry, drawing out more reaction from her.

Her fingers dug into my shoulders, her balance wavering as she leaned into me, her entire body humming with a tension that was reaching a breaking point.

"Ah! Nnn... Onoda-kun...!" She whimpered, calling out my name as if it were a prayer.

Her voice was intoxicating. At this point, Futaba had truly become too hopeless to get out of this quagmire she created herself. Her image of grace and poise, who could navigate a situation with her sensible nature, was long gone. Now stripped of her defenses and trembling on my lap, she turned into a girl full of desire, desperately craving the pleasure she never thought she could feel because of her special constitution.

And I had to admit, this was a feast for the senses, and I intended to savor every second of it.

As I continued sucking on her, Futaba’s hips started moving more erratically. At first she was just trying to press down on me, feeling the heat coming from my cock. But as her body reacted to the sensation delivered by mouth and hands, she began shaking her hips, grinding her wetness against my cock. It was a clumsy movement as if she were trying to feel more of me while at the same time scratching the growing itch deep inside her.

Understanding what she wanted to do, I gave her a hand, or two hands, pressing her hips firmly against mine while I maintained a tight grip on her ass, fondling the pair of supple softness along the rhythm of her grinding.

This continued for a few minutes amidst the constant ringing of her phone but neither of us paid it any mind.

The pleasure and desire intermingled, turning the room into a vacuum where only the sound of our breathing and the wet friction of our bodies existed.

Even when Futaba climaxed two more times, I only let her catch her breath before pulling her back under my spell.

With the phone forgotten, Futaba’s boldness ramped up and eventually, seeing that it was always her who’d be pushed to the limit, the girl decided to take the initiative. She reached down, her hands trembling slightly as she fumbled with my pants.

When she finally managed to pull them down, leaving me only in my boxers, the girl slid down, intending to climb down the bed to kneel between my legs.

However, it was at this moment that another interruption occurred. Their house’s doorbell suddenly rang downstairs!