(Ahhh… Why did I do that? And why am I doing this now?)
Norito felt horribly guilty for begging to have sex with
Hina’s mother despite having feelings for Hina, but he could only sigh when he remembered
the current state of his lower body. His legs and hips were trembling, his
penis was as erect as it had ever been in his pants, and his underwear was
soaked with precum. He had experienced dream-like pleasure from Ayane’s sexual
massage and he had enjoyed some edging masturbation dozens of times since, just
like she had told him to.
(I wish I could just forget about that promise. How many
times have I done this today alone? Ngh.)
In every spare moment, he would grab his penis, stroke it
while remembering that pleasure, and stop just before cumming. Back when he had
been ejaculating between Ayane’s tits, he had promised to give her all of the
semen that produced while she took his virginity. There was no way a healthy
college-aged boy could think straight after spending more than 50 hours with
his lust building up without release.
(Just today. She’ll do it for me today, so I just have to
survive this one last day.)
He could always just masturbate to completion, but the bait
dangled before his eyes was so enticing he could not bring himself to do that.
But when he was this horny, spending time alone with Hina in her room
(especially given how skimpily she dressed) was like torture. While he sat next
to her and helped her with her studies, her scent alone was enough for his dick
to throb and his hips to twist from the pleasure.
“What’s wrong, Norito-kun? You’re fidgeting an awful lot.
Are you worried about something? Or do you need to use the bathroom?”
“Eh!? N-no, it’s nothing. Ha…ha ha ha.”
