I put the money for my tea on the table and left.
Mr. Sumo was about to bring us cake, but I had him cancel my order.
I feel like I’ve been irritated more often lately.
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But Miss Lupe taught me that in front of a man, you have to be pleasant, so I’m forcing myself to smile even if I’m not in the mood. This is Kiyori.
“Everything tastes delicious when I’m with you.”
I can even come up with this kind of fawning line when he orders way too much greasy meat without even asking what I want.
Even if you can’t keep the conversation moving completely smoothly, the guys will be fine as long as you say something cute at key moments. That’s another thing Lupe taught me.
He—his name is Killak—blushed with a smile. He’s a B-Rank adventurer, and five years older than me.
I can’t quite call him my boyfriend, but I cheer for him at his matches (although I don’t gamble), and sometimes we have tea and talk, so we’re friends.
For the past several days, I’m not sure why, but he’s been complimenting me, consoling me, and touching my head and shoulders a lot more. Judging from my experience with Mr. Endless Crimson Rain, he’ll probably want to get seriously physical soon.
But both Miss Lupe and Miss Haru are against it. “Don’t let him right away!” They say I don’t have to do it unless I want to.
They can say that, but I don’t really feel like I’ll ever want to do it, and I don’t think a man would hang around with a woman who refuses.
Mr. Killak has a plain face, but he’s B-Rank and dresses flashily, and women like him. I think other Sisters have been asking him to be their partner.
In other words, I have rivals. I’m being appraised.
So in order to get him to take me into the forest, I have to get him to be more interested in me than the other Sisters. If he wants my body, I’ll have to give it to him. Of course, if Miss Haru would take me, I wouldn’t have this problem, but...
People like Miss Haru with special powers don’t understand this, I guess. In order to stand at the entrance to the forest, we have to win this battle. Men always have their pick of the women.
But it’s not as if I dislike him, and I’m always saying I want a strong boyfriend who I’ll be able to count on when we’re adventuring, so I can’t go back now.
“Uh, the weather seems like it’s going to go bad, so do you want to go to my room?” he mumbled under a blue sky.
Of course, I said, “Sure.”
I only do it because it’s necessary.
I certainly don’t have regrets.
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All he does is suck my nipples, and it’s driving me crazy. This is Kiyori.
At first I could moan like it felt good, but as he was sucking away like a mosquito, it started to hurt, and I got annoyed. When I said, “Nnn,” half in protest, he thought for some reason that I was gasping and started grabbing my breasts and leaving kiss marks there, too.
“Nn, no.”
I accidentally said no. But maybe he couldn’t hear it, or he interpreted it in some other way, because he started breathing even harder and keep sucking on my skin.
“You’re getting off that much just from your chest? And it’s only your first time!”
Why do men and women have such a hard time understanding each other? When I said, “Please don’t say things like that,” he got even happier for some reason and starting going on about his technique.
“Ngh, nn!”
He had only just started touching me down there when suddenly he put a finger in. It hurt to be rubbed when it was dry, but he forced it all the way to the back and said, “Oh, you’re wet already.”
I didn’t think so, but when I said, “I don’t know,” he said, “You can just leave it to me,” as he took out the luvya grass and put some on his finger.
“It might hurt at first, but it’ll feel better soon,” he said as he put two fingers in. That really hurt, but when I said so, and that I was sorry, he said, “Then do you wanna do it without the luvya?” That would have been even worse, so I just put up with it.
“They say that women get off more without luvya. Well, we can get there eventually.”
That has to be a lie.
But if this man chooses me as his partner, he might actually want me to do it without the luvya eventually. I’ll just have to get him to forgive me for not allowing that.
The other thing I was kind of thinking about, although it was probably rude, was how Mr. Endless Crimson Rain mainly lay around like a dead fish. I think that was actually easier because I was able to prepare myself.
Mr. Killak seemed to like playing with women’s bodies, but it didn’t feel good at all. I felt like I was being kneaded like some dough, and that was it. If we’re going to keep seeing each other I’ll have to find an opportunity to ask him to touch me a little more gently.
I understood how hard Miss Haru and Miss Lupe have it at work.
“Kiyori, I’m sure you’ll get addicted to my cock real soon. I can’t believe this is your first time when you’re so dirty... I’ll be gentle and teach you, though,” he panted.
Mr. Killak forced himself in. The luvya made things slide a little more easily, but it still rubbed in a way that hurt.
“Nn, ow...”
“How is it? Does it hurt?”
“Uh, no, I’m all right...”
“You can tell me if it hurts. I’ll go slow.”
Oh, so you’re going to move, then. I spread my knees a bit to give him space.
He moved his hips in quivering little motions, grinding deep inside me. It wasn’t slow, but more like he was doing push-ups. His bumped his whole body into me.
Panting.
Yes, I’m sure that’ll wear you out. I remember what a hard time I had when Mr. Endless Crimson Rain told me to get on top.
“U-Umm, you don’t have to work so hard...”
“It’s okay. Like I said, you can, leave it to me. Ahhh. Does it hurt? Does it still hurt?”
Honestly, it hurts, and you’re crushing me. But I couldn’t say something like that to someone who was trying so hard.