Stealing Spree

Chapter 2943: Cleaning up (1) *

I sat up and scooped Futaba in my arms, ignoring her startled squeak of protest.

Although I had already carried her earlier, only now did I feel her entire weight. She was lighter than she looked. At the moment, her skin was still radiating a lingering warmth but the sticky feeling of dried sweat clung to her.

As I carried her toward the bathroom, Futaba hid her face in the crook of my neck, biting lightly at my skin.

"Let’s take this chance to take our first bath together, alright," I whispered, glancing down at her blushing face, which earned me a pinch on my chest, before she hurriedly wrapped her delicate arms around my neck.

"P-pervert. I heard from Akane. This ’bath together’ won’t just be bathing together. You two always... do it in the bath.

"Well, it just so happens that we find each other irresistible, you know? Besides, if I say it’s because you’re also irresistible to me, will you believe me?"

"Believe you, my foot! You’re just a pervert!"

"Of course, I am. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be like this with you." My lips curled up into a grin that got her even more incensed.

Knowing she couldn’t win with words, Futaba tightened her arms, lifted her body slightly, and suddenly kissed me. It was her clumsy attempt to silence me. Really, after evading it so much earlier, she didn’t have any qualms anymore after we crossed that threshold.

"I’m in your care, Onoda-kun..." She shyly murmured against my lips, her voice now carrying a sweetness that only emerged when she stopped trying to be the ’sensible’ one.

I carried her into the bathroom and although it was my first time inside, the interior was similar to ours. Clean, white tiles and a deep soaking tub that looked perfect for two.

But we didn’t go there yet. It was empty, after all. And since Futaba had bathed earlier, there was no need to soak in it again. Instead, I brought us under the showerhead.

As I set her down on the cold tiles, the contrast between the chilled floor and her heated skin made her shiver.

Futaba stared at me, huffing a little in that way that tried to sound annoyed but failed miserably.

"Y-you brought us here without anything to change into. No... Not only that, you really dared to carry me and go down here with both of us naked. What if he didn’t actually leave? He would’ve seen us!" Futaba exclaimed in exasperation. Although she didn’t look angry, her embarrassment sure enough made her cheeks glow.

"I’m shameless and there’s no way he’ll stay to wait for us. I would’ve applauded him if he did." I shrugged as my arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against my chest.

Futaba let out a defeated sigh and leaned her forehead against my collarbone. "E-even so..."

"Alright, it’s my bad. I should’ve checked first, right? I will remember that next time."

"You! Ugh, why are you always so smug when you’re being a menace?" Futaba grumbled as she pinched my arm. "Next time... will it be another session?"

"Of course, we’re not done yet, right? You still have a lot to learn."

"Won’t it just end up with us having more sex?"

"Perhaps. But Futaba, have you forgotten the purpose of these private lessons with me?" I let out a low chuckle, my lips grazing her earlobe. "It’s to let you relive the same sensation that brought you pleasure instead of pain. At the same time, help you get used to that feeling."

"In any case, it’s still up to you if you want to have another session or not. Don’t you think it’s a perfect excuse for you to have me all to yourself?" I nibbled her earlobe and then slowly dragged my lips down to her neck.

Futaba let out a whimper but she didn’t stop me. Instead, her grip on my shoulders tightened as her body instinctively arched toward me.

"... Y-you’re right."

I reached over and turned the handle of the shower, letting the water run for a few seconds until it reached a comfortable, steaming temperature. The bathroom quickly filled with a light mist, blurring the edges of the room and making the world feel as though it consisted only of the two of us.

As the water drizzled over our skin, the steam began to wrap around us like a heavy blanket. Although the initial pouring made the girl in my arms tremble, she gradually relaxed as she enjoyed the warmth of the water and our bodies.

After a while, I turned the shower off and reached for the soap, lathering my palms before sliding them over Futaba’s shoulders.

The girl was startled at first but eventually, she let herself be serviced by me, whispering ’pervert’ from time to time. Then, she kept muttering about how shameless it was to shower with someone else. Or how she never let anyone else, not even her parents since she grew up from being a toddler, lather her up like this. But despite her protests, my skilled hands didn’t stop. I made sure to cover every inch of her skin, from her neck down to her thighs.

The soap created a rich, white foam that clung to her bountiful curves. As I massaged her, the tension in her shoulders finally dissipated, replaced by soft, rhythmic breathing.

Futaba’s eyes were half-closed, her expression one of pure, unadulterated relaxation. She looked like a piece of art, carved from ivory and warmth, draped in bubbles.

"Onoda-kun... it feels so good."

"How good is it?" I teasingly asked as I finally moved over her sensitive spots. First, my hands covered her bountiful peaks, massaging the foam into her skin, my thumb circling over the sensitive cherries.

With her special constitution still in effect, even a small nudge to them brought her pleasure multiple times over.

"D-don’t ask me that, shameless Onoda-kun."

Futaba could only hold onto my wrists before surrendering to the sensation. A soft, alluring moan escaped her lips that also sent a ripple of electricity through my own body.

After teasing that part of her for a while, my hands resumed their journey down her body, sweeping across the curve of her waist and down toward her thighs. The soap made everything glide effortlessly, turning the simple act of washing into a slow yet exhilarating exploration.

I went down on one knee as my hand gradually parted her thighs. With her sacred place in sight, I couldn’t help but let out a small sigh. This girl, she was probably already feeling sore, and yet she hadn’t said a word.

"Does it not hurt at all, Futaba?" I asked as I gently slid my fingers across her sacred place, tracing the edges and making sure I wouldn’t apply too much pressure.

Futaba looked down at me, her face a mixture of lingering heat and genuine tenderness. She shook her head slowly. "Y-you know how it is. Must you still ask?"

"Right." I put on a wry smile before continuing, "I’ll be very gentle. Hold onto my head."

Futaba obeyed, her fingers threading through my hair as I gave her sacred place a kiss and a lick, making her shiver from the sensation.

The girl almost pulled out my hair but I continued until I could taste her love juices. Only then did I pull back to continue lathering her with soap.

Before long, I stood up again. I stared at my masterpiece -- Futaba covered fully in soap lather -- and grinned.

The girl unhappily huffed before she ordered me to stand still. Then, after pouring soap onto her palms, she began to do the same to me. Her touch was hesitant at first, as if she were still adjusting to the feeling of my skin beneath her palms, but she gradually grew bolder.

"Don’t laugh, Onoda-kun."

"I’m not laughing. I just find it amusing how eager you are."

"Hmph! Who is eager? I’m just returning the favor," Futaba countered, though the way she leaned into me suggested otherwise. She spent an extra minute scrubbing my chest and my abdomen, her touch lingering as if she were trying to memorize the contours of my body.

Then, she had me turn around to scrub my back as well.

But then, a loud slap echoed in the room, followed by the slight stinging sensation on my butt. This girl... how daring.

Should I return the favor?

As I turned around, I found her amused and smug expression as though she got one over on me. That playful glint in her eyes was an open invitation, a challenge to see how I’d respond to her little act of rebellion.

"I noted that," I said before the girl continued. This time, she also went down on her knees to cover my lower body with soap. Her movements were methodical, yet there was a certain rhythmic intensity to her touch that suggested she wasn’t just cleaning me.

She started with my toes and gradually climbed higher. When she finally reached my cock, she found it standing upright, throbbing intensely.