Stealing Spree - Chapter 2111: Did you break her?

Chapter 2111: Did you break her?

Since it was just a start, I only pressed them lightly with my pointer fingers to test her reaction.

But ‘Hyaan’? What the… Even Eri’s reaction started with her laughing uncontrollably. I, at least, expected Futaba to start with a giggle or just another plea to be spared. But she went ahead and moaned.

It wasn’t too loud but I couldn’t help but glance at Akane and the others. Did they pick that up?

Futaba’s reaction was unexpected but if I thought about it clearly, it did make sense. Her ticklish spots were close to her collarbone. Most likely, they also coincided with her erogenous zones in the same area. Either they overlap or they’re next to each other. And the spots my fingers pressed weren’t her ticklish spots.

“Was it too much?” Lacing my voice with a hint of concern, I asked the girl.

With difficulty, Futaba slightly turned her head to the side. Her eyes were watery but the expression covering her entire face could only be described as erotic with her lips parted open and cheeks dyed red.

Her sizable chest also started heaving up and down as though that short instance I pressed on her erogenous zone flipped her switch.

“… You’re really a beast, Onoda-kun. You pressed the wrong buttons. They’re here.” Futaba silently replied as she lifted her hands to move my fingers a few centimeters to the side.

I tilted my head and acted oblivious, “Is that so? What kind of button did I press?”

“You’re playing innocent here. Ugh… I won’t tell you! Hurry up and get on with it!”

“Alright. Then, should I cover your mouth? That’s kind of stimulating, you know? I’m still a man here.”

Futaba widened her eyes and helplessly sighed, “You’re really shameless… Forget it. I won’t make the same noise again! It’ll be different this time.”

“Really? Then…” I continued with my act and then followed through with her retribution. This time, my fingers pressed down on the correct spot.

And sure enough, instead of a moan, Futaba’s laughter escaped her mouth. However, the way her body jolted was almost similar to the first one. And with our current position, I couldn’t help but get a glimpse of her valley as they jiggled uncontrollably. Whatever she’s wearing underneath couldn’t keep it in place.

“O-onoda-kun. I’ll remember this! Next time, it’ll be your turn!” In between her gasp for breath and laughter, Futaba issued a threat. But will there be next? Our gaming time was already over.

“Heh… Sorry, that won’t happen. But I guess I’m not tickling you enough, huh? You can still talk back to me. Am I being too generous to give you a chance to breathe?”

“Eh? Wait… It’s my bad. D-don’t- Hyaan~!”

Before she could finish her plea, my fingers moved slightly, returning to where they had sunk earlier. And like I expected, it drew another reaction from her.

Futaba gasped and then covered her mouth as her body collapsed from powerlessness which ended up with her leaning against me. Furthermore, I had to close my legs slightly, preventing her from sliding down to the floor.

With this, her entire weight was transferred to me. As she lost control of her body, the girl’s head couldn’t help but rest on my shoulder. Futaba looked up at me, her eyes asking to be spared.

But instead of answering that, I shamelessly smiled and let my fingers burrow deeper into that part of her. And at the same time, my thumbs sank to the back of her shoulder making it look like I was just massaging her.

I wasn’t expecting a grander reaction but somehow, it put her in a deeper pit. The girl tried to grab my hand but only ended up hooking her arm to my nape. Perhaps in a desperate bid to be let off, Futaba’s fingers clasped my hair, effectively pushing my head down.

At this point, I naturally had to resist the force of temptation or I might’ve done something irreversible.

I shook my head and whispered, “Ten seconds left. You can endure this, right?”

Futaba frowned and glared at me. But understanding her current state, the girl could only nod and close her eyes.

Little by little, her arm retracted, falling back to her side. Maybe as her little form of resistance, Futaba gripped onto the side of my clothes. She’s probably trying to tickle me as well but missed the mark.

But well, I was still generous. I was a little tempted to rub her belly like Eri hinted earlier, I spared her from purring like a cat. And when there were five seconds left, I switched back to tickling her.

I had no idea if it could be considered her longest thirty seconds but as soon as I let go of her shoulders, the girl grabbed my arm and pulled it close to her navel as though telling me not to let go of her yet and support her body.

Yeah. That short duration truly left her powerless. If I just let go of her as soon as the time was up, she might really collapse even if she was already leaning against me.

And so, as soon as we finished with the tickling session, I ended up holding her close to me with my arms wrapped around her navel while she was trying to catch her breath leaning against me.

If Akane and the others looked in our direction, there’s no doubt that they’d find our situation

intimate.

“Sorry, Futaba. I went too far.” I whispered to the girl whose eyes were already glaring at me as though I was her mortal enemy.

Half a minute had already passed and Futaba had just started to recover and stabilize her

breathing.

“Save your apologies, Onoda-kun… I won’t forget this.”

“So, is it a grudge now?”

She’s still in my arms and she’s already threatening me. Talk about not learning one’s lesson.

But well, isn’t she a little adorable like this? From her reactions alone, her boyfriend had yet to see this side of her. Are they not at that stage yet?

“Y-yeah! I’ll get you back for this! And for all the sugar you fed us.”

“You’re still on with the sweets? Girl… you’re too fixated on that. Don’t worry. We have cake

for dessert.”

“Ugh. Nothing is getting through to you. You’re making me hate you, Onoda-kun.”

With a pout, Futaba straightened her body and then tapped on my arm, signaling for me to let

go.

I didn’t make it hard for her, of course. I let go and she immediately stood up, pulling a hand mirror and a comb from her skirt’s pocket. Most likely to fix her disheveled appearance. “Well, I deserve that. It’s fine to be hated. But Futaba, do you remember Eri’s state earlier? Wasn’t she worse off than you after I finished tickling her? Take it as me handing you the right amount of retribution.”

“… She didn’t moan. I did.” Futaba refuted but in an extremely silent voice. A volume that wouldn’t be picked up by anyone but me.

“Oh. Now that you mention it… That’s a little too stimulating. Now I get why your boyfriend is

not letting you go.”

“Don’t get it, shameless Onoda-kun. Ugh. Forget it. Look, is my face still red?”

Ignoring what I said, Futaba turned around again, showing me her face.

Is it red? Nah. Her face was still so flushed that anyone would feel something upon staring at

that.

I shrugged and smirked, “Don’t worry about it. They will think I tickled you too hard, you’re still feeling it in your body. It’ll be fine.”

Honestly, that’s not what I think if I see her like this. But well, it’s not like she can magically recover from all of that.

She’s even pressing her legs together. From what happened, it would be more unbelievable if that part of her didn’t become moist.

Anyway, although Futaba didn’t want to believe me, she still accepted it in the end.

A moment later, I also stood up and grabbed her wrist, bringing her with me to the kitchen.

When Akane, Fuyu, and Eri found Futaba trying to hide her face behind me, their gazes shifted

on me.

“Hmm? What happened? Did you break Futaba from tickling, husband?”

Upon hearing that, Fuyu, Eri, and the girl behind me simultaneously choked.

I should tell her to use a filter next time.

What kind of question is that? How can I answer without sounding like a bastard?