I'm Being Threatened by My Sister's Ex-girlfriend. (GL) - Chapter 32

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It was then that I first noticed that Hayasegawa was properly made up. She had carefully lifted her eyelashes and applied trendy lipstick. From her neck, there was a scent of white musk, reminiscent of detergent.

I thought it was a bit of an excessive cost to spend on visiting a friend.

A finger touches the chin. Hayasegawa’s face, her lips draw near.

“Mm”

While acknowledging the resistance, it was at a delicate speed that left no openings. A soft touch. Something gentle brushed against me. Softer than the chickweed, it had a scent like bitter spices.

Ah. This guy went out to smoke. That’s what I thought.

He refrains from smoking in public, but Hayasegawa is a smoker.

It was a kiss that was neither as presumptuous as a wildflower nor as indifferent as a fruit. Of course, there was no tongue involved. It was a long and modest kiss, just the lips touching.

The body temperature is dropping.

“How is it?”

“───W-what do you mean?”

What is it?

“Weren’t you bothered?”

“I don’t dislike it, but…”

“Then, does it feel good?”

What the hell is this guy talking about? I mean, Hayasegawa is a friend, and if kissing a friend feels good, that’s a problem, right? Because they’re friends. Friends don’t kiss. At least, not in this country.

In a state of confusion, I denied it.

“Uh, no, it’s nothing.”

“Well then, one more time.”

“No, no, that’s enough already───ugh”

Even though he told me to say if I didn’t like it, Hayasegawa kissed me again. It was longer than before. His tongue didn’t come in, but he gently nibbled my upper and lower lips once each, more tenderly than a kitten.

The breath I take is sweet and bitter.

Finally breaking away, Hayasegawa said calmly.

“This time, how was it? Were you excited?”

“Excitement, huh?”

“Did you feel nervous, compared to Shirato-kun?”

Compared to chickweed.

“If you don’t mind being treated like this, then you’re just like Shirato-kun. You’re not a ‘fake.’ It’s just a simple love story from here on.”

It’s a matter of which one is better.

As if nothing had happened, Hayasegawa said calmly.

Which one, you ask? Can they even be compared? Is it right to compare them?

Do we have to compare?

───I guess that’s how it is.

The kiss of Hayasegawa. The kiss of Hakobe. I placed the two on either side of the scales of my heart and carefully checked their wavering.

I ponder and reflect, repeatedly questioning my heart.

Indeed, the scales were tipped.

The sensation of the thigh that rested my head in that gazebo, the delicate fingers that handed me the wooden koma, and the gifts of sympathy that couldn’t fit on the table—all of them were vividly etched in my heart.

Pushing away the ghostly figure of Hakobe from that night deep within my heart, I focus my misty vision on the girl in front of me.

“I did it.”

As if throwing my body, I said.

“I was nervous and excited.”

Through the glass, Hayasegawa’s eyes trembled as if they were numb. His usually cool cheeks burned bright red.

I thought she was cute. I’ve thought she was beautiful and cool before, but I don’t think I’ve ever thought of her like this.

I lifted my arm and gently touched her upper arm. She was wearing a sleeveless top again today. I stroked her bare skin as if to flatter her.

“But, I still don’t really know, maybe.”

I uttered a line that sounded like a farce and stared at Hayasegawa. Immediately after, my lips were pressed against his with a biting force.

Ragged breathing, really like a carnivore.

This time, the tongue knocked on my lips. Before I could open the door, the impudent tip of the tongue forced its way in and traced along my palate. Just that alone made my spine tingle.

A bitter tongue, accompanied by a sweet scent, ravages my mouth. My tongue is sucked, and the back of my teeth is licked.

Finally, when she pulled her lips away, there was a faint smell of sour saliva.

Hayasegawa, having stepped back, lowered her long eyelashes and stared intently at my chest. Following her gaze, I realized. After taking a shower earlier, I was now braless. I was only wearing a T-shirt.

The center of the bulge was embarrassingly pointed and protruding. My cheeks naturally turned hot. I gently covered it with my arm and glared at Hayasegawa.

“……Erotic Segawa”

“It’s your fault.”

“Hey, since when?”

“Maybe around the time I put my tongue in.”

“Idiot, fool, that’s not it. Close your eyes. No, wait. So, when did you start liking me?”

“n”

The eyes beyond Wellington narrow as if looking back at the past. Long, beautiful fingers trace my cheek. Just that alone makes me feel good. I want to let myself be carried away by these fingers.

“Right after the entrance ceremony, you came up to me and asked, ‘Is that chest real?'”

“…Well, um, I’m sorry about that.”

It can’t be helped. I was surprised, after all.

“Since that time”

“Really?! We barely know each other. I mean, what’s the reason? Normally, you’d end up disliking each other.”

“Because I liked his face.”

“…Ah, yeah. I see…”

Embarrassed.

“Wait. So, that means a year and a half?”

“It’s been a year and a half, you idiot. I thought about attacking you thirty times.”

“Uh, um… sorry about that?”

“Sure. Honestly, I was a coward too.”

Hayasegawa reached into her handbag. What was she looking for? Just as I was wondering, two small, flat bags with serrated edges appeared.

“What is that?”

“Findom”

“…What is that?”

Hayasegawa smirked, the corners of his mouth curling up. He leaned in close, whispering softly into my ear.

“Finger condoms”

“to”

The shock of “Is that even a thing?” mixed with the question of “Why do you have that?” and the confirmation of “Why are you bringing it out now?” swirled within me.

“Wh-why…?”

“Of course I have it, and I keep it just in case. The one I took out now is for inserting.”

Gasping for breath. My heart was pounding as if it were about to burst.

Hayasegawa slipped that thing, which looked like a failed balloon, onto his right index and middle fingers. Was it lotion? The transparent liquid reflected the indoor light, shimmering. His fingers, which he always looked at, seemed irredeemably obscene.

Swallowing hard, I ask.

“Um, is Hayasegawa really experienced? He said he was just pretending when he dated a girl back then.”

“It was just make-believe. Well, since it was all set up for me, I went along with it.”

“Did you get everything done?!”

“One of them started crying halfway through, but I think the other one enjoyed it quite a bit.”

“Seriously…?”

My jaw was grabbed. A kiss that barely touched my lips fell, and then my earlobe was bitten.

At the stimulation, my spine straightened. Hayasegawa’s bare left hand touched the swell of my chest over the shirt. The pad of his thumb traced the hard tip through the fabric.

“Mm”

“How far have you gone with the white-haired girl?”

“……I kissed him.”

“What’s next?”

“……I showed my naked body. Also, my chest was touched.”

Hyan. A sweet voice that feels almost foreign to me spilled from my throat. With a strength just shy of turning the tingling sensation into clear pain, her fingertips pinched my n1pples. The rough fabric rubbed against my thin skin. My breath became ragged.

Hayasegawa smiled coldly and gently dug in with her claws.

My whole body jumped.

“Hayasegawa, I don’t like that.”

“Just to confirm, is that okay?”

“What is that…?”

“Menstruation”

I thought my cheeks had turned as red as they could get, but they heated up even more.

Burying my face in the slender nape of her neck, I nod silently. Hayasegawa’s fingers, having left her n1pples, slip under her shirt and crawl up from around her navel.

With long, cold fingertips, the underside of my br3ast was lifted. My skin was rubbed against his hand, and a voice tinged with a nasal tone escaped.

The sweat-soaked jacket is roughly flipped over.

“No way!”

“Liar”

As if chasing the traces left by a hand, a slimy tongue crawled over the skin.

Hayasegawa spent more than enough time and care to pamper my entire body. Using all parts of my flesh, both hot and cold, hard and soft, he played me like an instrument.

Maybe it was really good. Very.

As for me, I lacked the courage to touch her softest spot, so I devoted myself to caressing her ample br3asts and smooth thighs with my hands and mouth.

Even so, Hayasegawa seemed satisfied.

The catalyst for the endless act coming to an end was her single word.

“Water”

“I also…”

Lying on my back on the bed, I barely managed to say just that.

The sound of healthy water can be heard. I gathered strength in my trembling thighs and got up, leaning against the wall. A lazy orange light seeps through a small gap in the curtains.

I slowly drank the glass of water that was handed to me. It was strangely sweet. Without realizing it, my body had apparently become completely parched.

“───Hey, Hayasegawa”

“Huh?”

“Tomorrow, there’s a place I want you to come with me.”

I have to tell Hakobe that I chose her. For that, I needed to meet Serina. I have to meet Serina and ask her where Hakobe is.

Remembering those eyes that seem to sink into the night, my heart aches.

Thinking of her continuing to walk alone in the barren wasteland, an unbearable loneliness fills my chest.

Still, I have to take responsibility for my choices.

Hayasegawa pulled my head close. I leaned my cheek against his bare chest. Words of apology didn’t come to mind. Only the figure walking away in the wilderness was vivid.

(End)