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The needle pierced Peter’s skin… then stitched the wound.

When I dabbed on disinfectant, he made a face like it hurt terribly.

Even though I’d given him anesthetic, maybe just watching was enough to make him feel the pain.

Thinking that, I finished by wrapping his hand with bandages.

"Mm, treatment complete."

"…Haha, thanks, Michelle."

A few stitches in his right hand, and bruising on the left…

Even if his metabolism is fast and his wounds heal quickly—

"Your right hand is off-limits for about a week. And the left… don’t overuse it either."

"Got it… sorry, and thanks."

"No, I’m glad I could help you, Peter."

Today, Peter stopped a runaway train and saved the passengers. That was a good story.

But because he held it back with his webbing until the very limit… both his hands ended up shredded.

He couldn’t go to the hospital without risking his identity being exposed.

Panicking, I grabbed a medical kit and rushed to Peter’s place.

And that’s how we got here.

"I’ve given you treatment about on par with what you’d get at a hospital. If anything comes up, contact me."

"Yeah, I’ll do that."

Peter tried to stand… but his hands just floundered in the air.

"…This is kind of inconvenient."

"…Maybe so."

"Well, it’s my own fault, so I guess I can’t complain…"

Peter said that with a wry smile.

His own fault?

Even though it was a sacrifice that came from saving people…

I gently touched Peter’s hand, careful not to hurt him.

"These hands saved so many people… I like these wounds. I think you should be proud of them."

"…I see. Thanks, Michelle."

Without using our hands, I gave him a gentle hug.

Warm, and a little firm.

Then I voiced the thought that came to me.

"…Will daily life be hard?"

"Ah—yeah, probably."

Cooking, laundry, even taking a bath… it would all be tough without being able to use both hands.

One hand still worked, but it hurt, so he’d have to endure the pain if he forced it.

Peter hadn’t done anything wrong. On the contrary, he’d done something good… it wasn’t fair.

That’s why—

"I’ll take care of you, Peter… so don’t worry, okay?"

"Eh?"

And like that, a week of looking after Peter began.

I applied for five days of paid leave from S.H.I.E.L.D., under the pretense of looking after a friend, and moved into Peter’s house.

Peter also took time off from his part-time job (actually, he got fired), so he didn’t have to step outside the house at all.

Every day, I changed his bandages and fed him. I did all the housework and shopping, too.

…It kind of felt like living together, which made me secretly happy.

And then, on the second day—

"Peter, you should probably take a bath soon."

"…Yeah. Do I smell?"

Peter sniffed himself.

Because it was hard for him to shower with his injuries, he’d skipped it the first day.

"Mm, so… let’s go in together?"

"U-uh, sure…"

Together, we headed for the shower room.

I wrapped both his injured hands in plastic bags and taped them up.

Then—

"I’ll undress you, okay?"

"Y-yeah."

I slid my hands under his arms and pulled off his shirt.

His lean, toned body came into view.

"Bottoms too."

I tugged at the waistband of his sweats and pulled them down. A pair of boxer briefs came into sight.

Grabbing them with my hand, I pulled them off… and Peter’s thing was revealed.

Unlike when we were intimate, it was quiet and small.

"Uh, I’d rather you didn’t stare so much…"

"…Mm, sorry."

I pushed Peter into the shower room and undressed myself.

I took off everything, even my underwear, and stepped in.

"Uh, um… Mich—whoa!?"

When Peter saw me completely naked, he let out a startled cry.

"Wh-why are you naked…?"

"Because my clothes would get wet."

"R-right… that makes sense…"

Peter lowered his gaze, avoiding my body.

At this point, there wasn’t much to be embarrassed about anymore.

I turned on the shower and let the water run over him.

His already handsome body… became all the more alluring when wet.

I let out a soft breath and squeezed shampoo into my hand.

Then I washed Peter’s hair, gently massaging as I worked it in.

"Does that feel good?"

"Y-yeah."

While Peter sat there, embarrassed, I rinsed the shampoo from his hair.

Then I poured body wash into my hand.

"I’m going to touch you a bit."

"Uh, what?"

I spread the soap over his body, my slippery hands roaming across him.

"Whoa—h-hey…!"

"Even if it tickles, bear with it, okay?"

I continued washing him, rubbing and stroking his shoulders, chest, underarms, arms, and legs—until...

"Peter..."

Peter's penis was erect.

"I-I'm sorry... it's just... sorry."

Seeing Peter hang his head in shame... I felt a little guilty too. I had to admit, the current situation was probably pretty stimulating.

And yet, Peter couldn't use his hands... he couldn't even touch himself.

...I guess I have to do it for him.

"Peter, I'll wash that part too."

"Eh, but it's dirty—"

"Since when did that matter?"

I moved to stand in front of Peter. He was trying to look away, but his eyes kept drifting back to my body.

And every time he looked... his penis seemed to get even more ready for action. Using the body soap on my hands as a substitute for lotion, I took hold of his penis.

"Ugh, ahh..."

I stroked him, rubbing up and down. The slippery soap made it easy to move my hand a little faster.

"Wh-whoa... ah..."

"Does it feel good?"

"Y-yeah, it feels good, but..."

I kept stroking his penis, making sure the crouching Peter couldn't escape. I rubbed him, the slickness making it hard to tell what was soap and what was pre-cum.

"Th-that's... dangerous..."

I moved my hand up and down, steadily working him.

"Ugh, nngh, uuuh..."

Peter's moans stirred something possessive in me. I squeezed out more body soap... and spread it over my own body.

Peter's gaze was glued to my glistening skin and smooth breasts. I pressed my chest against his penis, rubbing it between them.

"Does this feel good?"

"Y-yeah, so much... so soft..."

I slid his penis between my breasts. They aren't big enough to really envelop him... but it still seemed to feel good for him.

"Michelle, I... I think I'm gonna come soon..."

Seeing his penis, fully erect and straining... I stopped using my chest and took him back in my hand.

Squish, squelch—the sound of soap and fluid mixing filled the room. The lewd noise made me smile, and I quickened the pace of my strokes.

"Wah!"

Up—

"Kuh!"

Down—

"I-it's coming... Michelle..."

I stroked him over and over.

Squish, squelch.
Squish, squelch.

And then, as Peter tried to pull his hips back—

"Kuh, ahhh... ugh, I'm coming...!"

He reached his climax.

But—

"Eh? W-wait—"

I kept stroking his penis as he ejaculated. Gripping him tightly, moving my hand up and down—

"W-wait! Michelle... you can't— that's too much—"

"Let it all out."

I held him in place, preventing him from pulling away, and continued stroking him.

And then—

"Ugh, ahh... ah, kuh, ahhh!"

His semen shot out.

It landed on my neck and chest. It dripped down... falling between my breasts.

"Michelle..."

I played with the semen on my chest, smearing it into my skin with my fingers.

Watching me, Peter gulped.

"Y-you could get pregnant—"

"It's fine. Today's a safe day."

Saying that... I rinsed it off with the shower spray. When I touched his sensitive, post-orgasm penis—

"Nngh, ugh..."

He let out a cute little sound.

I pressed my chest against Peter's back as we stepped out of the shower and dried him with a towel. While I was wiping the water droplets away... Peter's penis was erect again.

"Mi-Michelle..."

"...Shall we continue on the bed?"

When I said that, Peter made an incredibly happy face.
...He's really so cute.

Still both completely naked, I laid Peter down on the bed.

"Peter, do you have a condom?"

"Umm... I, I don't think I have any."

Peter made a face like a abandoned puppy.
...I took my cosmetic pouch from my bag and pulled out a small packet containing a single condom.

"Just one."

Peter was desperately trying to suppress his happy expression. That face was cute too.

I put the condom on his penis... and then I straddled him.
I was already plenty wet.

...Because while I was stroking Peter's penis, I'd also been secretly touching myself.

Schlup, schlup—my folds swallowed up Peter's penis.

"Ugha..."

Hearing Peter's pleasured moan made me smile, and I reached out to touch his chest.

"Just once, okay?"

"R-right... just once..."

"Mhm, so... try to hold on as long as you can, okay? Peter"

I pinched Peter's nipple.

"T-ah..."

Seeing him let out such a cute gasp made a jolt run deep inside me. I kept playing with his left nipple while I licked the right one.

Mmm, a little salty.

"Ha, haah..."

Even though it must feel good, Peter was trying hard to pretend it didn't. I played with my tongue, making wet sounds, and looked up at him.

"Why are you trying to act like it doesn't feel good?"

"B-because... I'm a guy... it's so... pathetic..."

...My heart skipped a beat.
He's so genuinely cute.
The way he's trying to act cool is just... it really gets me.

"It's okay, Peter. There's no shame in feeling good from this."

"But—"

I pinched Peter's nipple harder.

"Wah...!"

"See? It feels good, doesn't it?"

"Michelle... but...!"

Still connected, I grinded against his penis, stimulating it. ...It feels incredibly good for me, too.

"Iu, 'k..."

"No matter how you feel good, Peter, I'll still like you."

"Mi-chelle..."

I licked his nipple again.

"I-It feels good..."

"Mhm, I'm glad."

I rubbed my body against his. It should feel amazing for him, top and bottom.

I slipped my tongue into his mouth. He's usually the one who ravages my mouth, but today Peter seems a little less confident.

The lead in this deep kiss belongs to me today. I tangled my tongue with his.

Schlick, schlick—making wet sounds with the mouth above and the one below.

And then, once I was satisfied enough...

I pulled my tongue back, a string of saliva connecting us... and I looked at Peter's face. He had this utterly melted, pleasure-drunk expression.

...He's probably getting close to cumming.

We've had sex so many times, I can tell when he's about to reach his limit.

I started moving my hips.

Slap, slap—the sound of skin meeting skin echoed.

Peter was watching my face, his own flushed. ...His gaze drifted down to my bouncing chest.

He probably wants to touch them. But since he can't use his hands—

I leaned forward, pressing my chest against his. With every thrust, my breasts were squeezed between us.

"How...? Nngh, does it feel good?"

"...Y-yeah... nngh... it's... really... good..."

I held Peter's body close, rubbing against him over and over. Our heated breaths mingled.

Right now, I'm the one taking him.
Strongly, I felt that reality... as I made these lewd sounds echo.

My juices made a wet, squelching noise. His penis reached deep inside... it felt so good.

It's the same thing I do to myself, but it feels a million times better.

I guess it's true, Peter and I—

"Nngh, I knew it... nn... our bodies... mmm... are just so compatible..."

"...Yeah, that's... really... something to be happy about."

When I said that, he made such a happy face. Ah, geez, he's just too cute.

I rubbed against Peter's penis with my walls. Squeezing him tightly, I moved my hips in a grinding motion.

And then—

"I-I'm close... ugh, I'm gonna cum..."

"Mhm, it's okay... go ahead and cum a lot for me?"

I quickened the pace of my hips, clinging tightly to Peter.

"...Nngh, ahh, ahh."

I kissed his neck as he let out small gasps, moving my hips all the while.

With a wet, squelching sound—

"Ahh...! I'm... I'm coming...!"

He came inside me.

And just a moment later, I reached my own peak too.

"Hah... hah..."

I gave the panting Peter a gentle kiss... and pulled his penis out of me. I carefully took the condom off to keep anything from spilling—

...A little was still on him.

I brought my mouth closer—

"Eh, Mich—"

—and took him into my mouth.

"Ah, w-wait, it's really sensitive right now—"

I swirled my tongue around Peter's softening penis.

The lewd, wet sounds of me sucking filled the room.

I licked and used my lips, stimulating him.

"St-stop, ah, ahh~"

He begged me to stop in such a cute voice, gasping. But he can't use his hands right now. He knows he can't stop me.

I sucked gently, drawing out the last bit of semen left in his urethra.

"Ngh, ahh...!"

And then... a distinct, musky taste spread in my mouth.

It doesn't taste good at all.

But... because it's Peter's, I held it in my mouth and gulped it down.

"...Uh, ahh..."

I looked at Peter's face, dazed and blissed out, and pulled my mouth away from him. I met his glazed-over eyes.

"...Peter, did it feel good?"

At my words, Peter nodded weakly.

...I'm glad.

Happily, I hugged him tight.

"...If you want to do it again, you can tell me anytime. I'll do it for you."

"...O-okay. Thank you."

"Mm-hmm, I... I want to too."

...

And so, we ended up having sex three times over those five days.

Even though that wasn't the reason I took time off.

Well, I was just... so, so happy... so I guess it's fine for now.

Holding Peter close, that's what I thought.