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"...What are you doing, Peter?"

Today, in Peter's room, inside the bed, under the covers... the two of us were just about to sleep.

Ever since we started dating, sleeping together, unrelated to sex, had become our daily routine.

At the very least, whenever I had two days off in a row, I would come to stay over at Peter's place.

So, it was a normal, everyday occurrence.

And yet...

"Peter?"

"Eh? N-No, it's nothing... really?"

He was turning his back to me, refusing to even look my way.
...Somehow, it made me feel lonely.

I reached out my hand and touched Peter's body.

"W-Wait, Michelle...?"

I hugged him tightly, pressing myself against him.
I didn't understand why he was trying to keep his distance today of all days.

So, I confronted Peter with my own affection—

"Ah."

My hand touched something hard.

"...P-Peter?"

Peter was, well, erect... his hardened manhood was tenting the thin fabric of his pajamas.

"S-Sorry, Michelle..."

"N-No...?"

I shook my head at Peter, who looked so apologetic.

...I see.
This must be why Peter couldn't face me—he didn't want me to notice this.

However, Peter and I had a rule: 'sex only once a month.'
While it might feel incredibly good for Peter, I... well, it feels good for me too, but it's utterly exhausting.
I strictly restrain myself, thinking that if we do that sort of thing all the time, we'll become like randy monkeys.

Yes, Peter and I just did it two weeks ago.
We decided the next time we'd 'do it' would be next month.

And yet... Peter was hard right now.
He must hate this, thinking he can't control himself, getting into this state even though we can't do anything...

But it's a physiological reaction.
...It's an unpleasant topic, but I have the memories of one adult male.
So I understand.

It's not Peter's fault.
It's only a natural biological phenomenon.

...Besides.

Squish squish. I was currently pressing my body against Peter.
...Peter loves me.
He must be very attracted to me, sexually too.

A situation like this, with me clinging to him... must be pure poison for Peter right now.

"...Um, well..."

Hearing Peter's pathetic voice as he tried to think of an excuse... stirred a sadistic urge in me.
Because he's just so cute.

From behind him, I pressed even closer... and brought my mouth to his ear.

"Peter, you're so perverted."

"Ugh, ah..."

When I whispered that, Peter let out a terribly pathetic sound.
...Even though he's the one who ravages me mercilessly in bed, he gets so timid about things like this.
Right now, he's probably trembling, afraid that 'I might hate him.'
...As if I could ever hate Peter.

I slipped my hand under his clothes.
I stroked and enjoyed the feel of Peter's muscular skin.

"Ah, w-wait, ah, Miche-LLE... st-stop..."

Even as he tried to stop me, he was moaning.
It had the opposite effect.
It was turning me on.

I stopped my hand and hugged him tightly again.

"Peter."

"...Y-Yeah?"

His voice sounded confused.
And held a note of expectation.

"Our next time for sex... is in two weeks."

"...Yeah."

His tone was instantly dejected.
He probably thought he was hiding it, but it was obvious.

Peter, you weren't like this before, you've become so ruled by your libido.
I wonder whose fault that is.

...It's mine.

"...Peter."

"...Yeah."

Actually doing it is... no good, it feels like breaking our promise.
So—

"How about... I use my hands and mouth to... you know, make you feel good?"

Peter's body twitched.

"I-Is that okay?"

"Mm-hmm."

I could tell because I was hugging him.
I could feel Peter's heartbeat growing louder... and his manhood growing larger and harder.

I let go, pushed the comforter aside, folded it, and draped it over the side of the bed.

"Mi-Michelle..."

As for Peter, he was sitting up properly, now facing me.
...It was kind of funny.

"...Aren't you going to do it?"

"I-I am..."

Hearing that, Peter hurriedly took off his clothes.
...Somehow, he really is just adorable.
The moment Peter took off his underwear... his violently throbbing... penis was revealed.

...If I'm just using my hands and mouth, I don't need to get undressed.
But... I took my pajamas off too.
A little service, you could call it.

I kept my panties on, but up top... I took everything off.
Peter's gaze fell on my breasts.
It returned to my face.
Then fell again.

...Does he think he's hiding it?
I smiled and got off the bed.

Peter kept his eyes on me as he... put his feet on the floor.
He was now sitting on the edge of the bed.

Doing that made his... manhood even more prominent.

Then, Peter opened his mouth as if he'd just remembered something.

"Ah, a condom for contracept—"

"It's fine. It's just my hands and mouth."

I reached out and touched Peter's manhood.

"Ugh, ahhh!"

As Peter let out a pathetic cry, it twitched.
...Since we usually use a condom, this is the first time I've touched it directly.

...Hmmm, so this is what it feels like.

Ah, mh

Stroke.
Squeeze.
Rub.

"W-Wait, Michelle, ah—"

A gentle touch, then a firm grip.
And then, a slow, up-and-down motion.

"Ah, ahh…"

Peter's hand hovers in the air, as if to stop me… but it seems he doesn't really want to, so it just wanders aimlessly.
When I squeeze tightly or touch the tip of his member… he reacts particularly strongly.

…This might be incredibly cute.
I could get addicted to this.

"Peter, does it feel good?"

"Mh, nngh. Yeah, it's… it's really… good."

"I'm glad."

I touch his testicles with my other, free hand.

"Whoa! Th-That… might be dangerous."

"…Does it not feel good?"

I gently use my hand to explore the feeling of his balls.
I handle them delicately, rolling them carefully so as not to hurt him.

"N-No, it feels good… but…"

"Then it's fine."

Playing with his testicles with my left hand, I rub his shaft with my right.
Peter's starting to sweat.
The feel of my hand is getting a little slick. Pre-cum, Cowper's fluid, I think it's called.
Which means… Peter is holding back right now.

…A sadistic urge within me is thrillingly aroused.
I quicken my pace slightly, stroking his member up and down.

"Hey, Miche—!"

"It's okay. You can cum."

And the moment I play with the tip—

"Ngh, uu… guh…!"

He ejaculated.
I catch it with my hand, covering him to keep it from splashing everywhere.

…Whoa, that's a lot.
The cloudy white liquid overflows in my hand.
It gets between my fingers… and forms sticky strings.

It's quivering slightly, pulu pulu.

…I bring it close to my nose—

"…It stinks."

When I say that, Peter gives a wry smile.

"Sorry?"

"No, it's fine…"

And then I open my mouth—

"Huh?"

And licked it.

"Whoa! Michelle, what are you—!?"

"…Gross."

It's incredibly, pungently rank.
There's no way anyone could drink this.

Bleh— I spit it back into my hand… and Peter makes a strange face.

"…What's wrong?"

"N-No, it's just… that gesture was really… se— I mean, it was nice."

"…Oh?"

I take a wet wipe from the bedside table and clean my hand.
…I sniff my hand; the smell of semen is still there.

I turn my gaze to Peter.

"…Did it feel good?"

"Y-Yeah. It felt really good."

I saw no sign of flattery or lies in Peter's embarrassed smile.
…He genuinely enjoyed it.

I'm glad.

But one thing was bothering me.

"Better than when you do it yourself?"

"…Yeah."

He must have been saving up a lot. Is that it? Or maybe he didn't want me to know he masturbates?
Is he a little embarrassed about it?

"Peter?"

"Y-Yeah, what?"

"I do it too, so it's okay."

Peter blinked.

"Huh? Do what?"

"Masturbation. I do it at least once a week."

Hearing my words, Peter's face turned bright red in an instant.
He must be imagining me masturbating.

"…I-I see."

Peter nods, looking embarrassed.
It arouses my sadistic urges again.

"I think about you, Peter… when I do it. What about you?"

It's a terribly mean question.
Peter's face, which was red, now pales.

"N-No, that's…"

"Hmmm?"

I intentionally look at him with scornful eyes, and Peter starts to panic.

"N-No, it's not that! It's, um… well, uh… I… I look at sexy magazines and do it."

Watching Peter hang his head like that sent a shiver down my spine.
A sensation like my lower abdomen was tightening.

I relax my cheeks… and bring my face close to Peter's.
Then, I give his cheek a kiss.
His mouth… well, I just had semen in mine, so I'll give him a pass on that. He probably wouldn't want to taste his own.

"Michelle…"

"Peter, I want you to… masturbate… thinking of me, too."

They're possessive words.
But… well, they're also my true feelings.

Peter's face turned bright red, and he nodded silently.
But telling him to masturbate using just his imagination might be a little too cruel.

I pick up Peter's smartphone from the bedside table… and hand it to him.

"Huh? Michelle—"

"You know... when we do it, I want some sexy photos."

With that whisper, I cupped my own breasts... lifting them slightly with my hands.

They aren't that big, but the shape is good... or so it should be.

At my seductive gesture, Peter's cheeks flushed red.

Then, perhaps realizing why I had handed him my phone, he—

"Take them?"

—switched it to camera mode and pointed it toward me.

"...Ah, not my face, though."

Click. He took a photo.

"And also... I'll get mad if you show them to anyone."

"I-I won't show anyone!"

Peter moved to return the phone to the bedside.
...Just one?

I see. He must be holding back.

I hooked my fingers into my panties and slid them down.

"Eh, ah..."

"Peter, you can take more, you know."

And so, an incredibly embarrassing photo session began.
I struck pose after amateur pose, and Peter photographed them.

Click, click, click.

...Before I noticed, Peter's manhood had grown large again.

"Ah, thank you, Michelle... I'll, um, treasure these."

"...That's a bit of an overstatement."

When I said that, Peter gave a wry smile and placed the phone on the desk.
Then, both of us completely naked, we faced each other.

...A throbbing in my lower abdomen.
I wondered if Peter could tell how wet I was.

...I glanced down.

Peter's eyes were fixed on my sex.
...Ah, seems he's noticed.

The fact that I was being stubborn started to feel... a little unimportant.

"Peter, get the condoms."

"Huh?"

"...Please."

"O-okay."

Peter took out the box of condoms he had stored on the shelf... and handed it to me.
...How clueless can he be?

I opened the box and took out one small foil packet.
Tearing it open with a rrrip—

"Huh? Michelle, I thought today we... weren't going to—"

"…………"

—I rolled the condom onto Peter's penis.
Putting this on someone else is pretty tricky, I thought.

Peter was saying rational things up top, but down below, he was anything but rational.

Then again, if I said that, I wasn't being rational either.

I pushed Peter, now wearing the condom, down onto his back... and straddled him.

"Mi-Michelle..."

His eyes, a mix of confusion and anticipation... puppy-dog eyes, made my expression soften.
I leaned over him... burying my face in his chest.

"Let's just do it once, okay?"

"...Yeah. Okay."

I wish he wouldn't look so happy.
It makes it impossible for me to make excuses to myself.

I used my fingers to part my own sex.
...I'm so wet I hardly need any preparation.

I pressed Peter's erect member against me... and lowered my weight.

"Ugh, nngh!"

"Nn, nn...!"

We both let out soft moans as he reached deep inside.

Ah, geez.
In the end, we're doing it after all.
What a pair with no self-control.

With Peter's penis inside me, I brought my face close to his chest.
I stuck out my tongue... and licked him.

"Ah, that's, ah, d-dangerous!"

"Mmm... nn... does it feel good?"

I rocked my hips slowly... licking Peter's chest... his nipple.
Usually it's the other way around, but right now, this is what I feel like doing.

Squelch, squelch. I rocked my hips, making lewd sounds.

Normally, Peter is the one taking me.
But today... I'm taking Peter.

It feels... incredibly good.

Licking him, holding his hand, moving my hips.
Fingers intertwined, I take Peter, whose breathing is growing ragged.

"Ahh, haah, Michelle, this is, amazing!"

He's precious.
He's cute.
He's sexy.

I want to ruin him.

As I increased the pace of my hips, Peter writhed.
It feels so good for me too, I feel like I'm about to come... it's a double-edged sword.

"Mi-Michelle... I want to kiss."

Suddenly, Peter said that.
...Was it my maternal instinct? Something stirred within me.

"...But earlier, I had your cum in my mouth—"

"I-I don't care. I don't care... I just want to..."

Damn.
Peter is cute.
I know that.
I know he's cool too.

But right now, I've never thought he was this cute.
It makes me want to do anything for him.
That's the mood I'm in.

I brought my face close and our tongues intertwined.
Schlick, schlick, mixing our saliva together.

Joining together, inside and out.

His hand reached out and he held me tight with incredible strength.
Not to be outdone, I hugged him back just as tightly.

Today, I'm in charge.
This is what I want.

As I ground my hips against him, it felt so good that his grip loosened.
Seizing the chance, I raised my upper body and pulled away from Peter.

"...You're... so beautiful."

"...You think so?"

Hearing Peter say something like that after seeing me naked... it's making me blush.

...N-no, not good.

Trying not to let him take control, I quicken the pace of my hips.

Squelch squelch... making lewd, obscene sounds as I wreck Peter completely.

A moan escapes his lips.

"Ugh, ah, ah!"

"...Mmm, hehe, does it feel good?"

Even though I'm about to lose myself to the pleasure too, I put on a confident front and tease him.

...Satisfied that Peter can't even form a reply, I move my hips even harder, even faster.

"Ah, uah! M-Michelle, this... I said st-stop...!"

"Mmph, ugh, ngh, hah, hehe"

Laughing and spilling over with moans, I take him.
Increasing the pace... Peter's body begins to twitch.

He must be close.
I place my hand on Peter's chest, intensifying my rhythm──

"I'm coming...!"

The instant Peter let out that short cry──

His hands grabbed my hips.

"Huh?"

And then, just like that... he pulled me down hard, thrusting me forcefully against his own hips.

Deep.
Peter's penis hits a deep spot.

A sudden, intense sensation I hadn't anticipated.
And to that, I──

"Hyah...!"

Let out a sound, something between a scream and a moan.

An overwhelming stimulus at a timing I couldn't even have imagined.
It shattered all the pleasant feelings of superiority I held over Peter and instantly drove me straight to climax.

"Ugh! C-coming...! Uu, u, uu...!"

Tears flowing, saliva dripping... I felt the condom Peter was wearing expand inside my vagina.
If he hadn't been wearing one, he would have surely released so much deep inside me... with the intent to get me pregnant.

Just being aware of that made me throb even more... sending me through a series of small, rapid climaxes.
After holding back for so long, it was heavy, intense, and resonant.

A large drop of sweat dripped down──

"Ah, hic"

With a squish, a sound was heard.

"Ah..."

I had let it out... on someone else's bed.

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"Peter... I'm so sorry..."

"Eh? It's fine, really... It can't be helped. It's a natural bodily function."

"Ugh..."

Late at night.
I run the washing machine on silent mode, cleaning the sheets.

I'm utterly embarrassed.
Overwhelmed with feelings of shame.

Crouching completely naked in the laundry room...
Peter gently strokes my head.

Even his comfort is a little hard to bear.

"...Besides, today's Michelle was really... that... um..."

"Vulgar?"

I admit I got swept up in the moment and became terribly passionate.
I even thought it would be natural for him to be disillusioned with me.

But Peter shook his head.

"No... um, I thought it was good. Yeah."

"...I see."

In the intensely awkward atmosphere,
the two of us, completely naked... just stared at the washing machine churning round and round.