Stealing Spree

Chapter 2936: Who is it?

Who would be ringing their doorbell at this time? That question flashed in my head as Futaba and I stared at each other, our minds taken out of the special state we had just been in.

Her parents returning at night? Her boyfriend coming over because she isn’t answering? Eri, who decides to crash? The possibilities were too many, and none of them were convenient.

Eventually, Futaba looked up at me. Her hands remained at the waistband of my boxers, a little tug and she’d be able to free me completely.

At this moment, the lust and desire in our eyes were still simmering. Her hazy eyes fully reflected her reluctance to stop.

"Onoda-kun..." Her fingers tightened slightly, the fabric of my boxers straining against the tension, making my cock which had long been stretching the fabric, even more prominent.

The doorbell rang again, more insistent this time. It was the kind of rhythmic pressing that suggested the visitor wasn’t just checking the porch, but actually expecting someone to open the door.

A stubborn light flickered from Futaba’s eyes. The conflict was written all over her face but she knew she couldn’t exactly ignore it.

"You should go," I whispered, though I didn’t make a move to push her away. I cupped her cheek and caressed it. "If it’s your parents, I can just hide here until you return. If it’s someone else, even more so. Don’t worry... we’re far from over."

Although that sounded like reassurance, my words also contained my own inexplicable desire for this session not to end abruptly like this.

Perhaps managing to pick up my intent, Futaba first let out a soft sigh before her lips curled up in a slightly playful, yet tired smile.

"O-okay..." She picked herself up and climbed back to my lap. One of her arms hooked around my head, holding my nape as she pressed her forehead against mine. Meanwhile, the other insistently finished what it meant to do.

With a quick, decisive tug, she pulled the waistband of my boxers just enough to liberate my cock from its confines.

It sprang up like a spring, standing proudly in the space between us. Then after a while, it naturally settled down slightly, pressing against her smooth stomach.

"Girl, I must say, your boldness has grown," I whispered, half-teasing and half-admiring.

Futaba didn’t answer immediately. She just stared straight into my eyes while sneakily glancing down at it. With our heads this close, we could feel each other’s warm breath.

"You won’t blame me, will you?"

I shook my head. "Why will I? Isn’t it my responsibility to guide you?"

A soft, genuine laugh escaped her lips, the kind of sound that felt earned after the storm of pleasure we had just weathered. She leaned in, pressing a lingering, sweet kiss to my jaw before finally pulling away as she gave my cock another look.

Whatever was in her head, she was currently suppressing it.

"W-wait for me, Onoda-kun. And don’t go out."

With that, the girl hopped off my lap. She grabbed something to wrap around her waist, hiding its current drenched state. After that, I pulled her back to me, helping her button up the disheveled pajama top.

At the moment, she was so incredibly alluring that I was doing my best not to lose control and keep her here.

Futaba watched eagerly, a complex mixture of longing and caution in her eyes. Once I was done, she took a step back and spun once.

"D-do I look normal?"

"Well, apart from your crimson face and extremely seductive expression, I’d advise you to cool down for a moment, just in case," I teased as I leaned back on her bed.

Futaba huffed and rolled her eyes before walking to her nightstand, checking her face in the mirror.

"This... Can’t I just pretend I’ve just woken up?"

"Mhm. You can try, but your eyes are still half-closed from pleasure," I remarked, watching her struggle to regain her composure.

Futaba walked back to me, hitting my chest lightly, "It’s your fault. Use your hand. Ruffle my hair a little."

I chuckled and complied, messing up her luscious green locks with a few firm ruffles. I didn’t stop until her hair looked like that of someone who had just tumbled out of bed after a deep slumber, effectively masking some of her tempting allure with a touch of disarray.

"Mhm. But like this, you look even more alluring to my eyes."

"Pervert! You shouldn’t say that to me."

"Why not? I’m just being honest."

"Just because! Ugh..." After another huff, the girl’s eyes were once again directed at my exposed cock.

Before I could react to her gaze, Futaba dropped to her knees, her hands pressing on my thighs as she leaned in.

The girl didn’t go for the full act but her tongue flicked the head, licking it playfully and teasingly that sent a jolt of electricity straight to my gut.

The boldness was intoxicating. It’s something I truly never expected her to do.

"Consider this... a deposit," She whispered as she covered her mouth, clearly also embarrassed by her bold act. "You’re not off the hook yet, Onoda-kun."

She stood up abruptly, casting one last longing look at me before turning toward the door.

As she walked away, the makeshift wrap around her waist swayed, reminding me of exactly how drenched she still was.

It should be fine, right?

Since I had no idea who it might be. I stayed put on her bed, waiting until the door opened again.

I strained my ears to listen, the silence of the room now amplified by the sudden absence of Futaba’s warmth. From downstairs, the muffled sound of the front door opening echoed, followed by a mumbled voice.

The distance was too great for me to make out the words, but it didn’t sound like her parents. Otherwise, it’d be more than just one voice.

No choice. I said I’d stay put. I’d just wait until the girl returned. Whoever that is... I doubt Futaba will forget about me, right?

Besides, I’d really like to see how she would act this time. After all, the risk was truly unimaginable.

If it were her boyfriend. He’d probably insist on coming in and asking her why she wasn’t answering her phone for the last hour. Futaba would be put in a bind.

Furthermore, there would be another problem. My shoes were out there. I failed to remind Futaba to hide them first.

If it’s Eri, it’s another kind of crisis. That girl knew what was happening here, albeit not the exact circumstances. If she insisted on checking on us, Futaba would definitely be unable to stop that girl from coming in here.

Should I tuck myself back into my boxers or just stay like this?

Looking down, my erection wasn’t going down. In fact, it was further stimulated by this situation.

Yeah. My shameless perversion was in full effect.

The thought of Futaba returning to the room and seeing that I remained the same as when she left me, hard and expectant, sent a surge of anticipation through my gut.

Uh... I really have to make it up for Akane and Fuyu next time. No. Not just to them, but to all my girls. Their man was too much of a pervert that no matter how righteous I sounded when I accepted this situation, I was just enjoying the thrill of the risk.

Around five minutes later, I sensed the incoming footsteps of someone climbing up the stairs. It was unhurried but at the same time possessed a certain weight to it. I didn’t move a muscle, remaining sprawled on the bed with my cock still proudly displayed, playing the role of the expectant prize waiting for its owner.

The bedroom door creaked open slowly. Futaba stepped back into the room, her face carrying a hint of frustration and a lingering sense of shame. Her breathing was slightly ragged, a sign of the nervousness thumping in her chest.

As she closed the door behind her, she didn’t immediately look at me. Instead, she leaned her back against the wood for a moment, letting out a long, shaky exhale.

"It was him," She said as she slowly made her way back to me. "I couldn’t send him away. I had him sit in the living room."