Stealing Spree - Chapter 2231: More Intimate *

Her words sent a jolt of desire through me, but I knew I had to be careful. This was still Misaki, the girl who was as pure as the driven snow.

“I hear you.” I smiled and kissed her and let her feel my hands acting more naughtily. She may be innocent but she always means what she says. “I also want that but Misaki…”

“But what?” she looked at me with a questioning gaze.

“You know what you’re asking, right? It means more than just kisses.” I spoke softly, my eyes never leaving hers.

Misaki’s cheeks flushed even more, and she nodded solemnly. “Un… I know. Maaya-sama told me. And… I’ve seen you, Ruki… More intimate with the other girls. Maaya-sama too…”

Her voice trailed off, and I realized she had been paying more attention than I had thought. No. She was probably looking at me more than I realized.

Every time I was around, I would be her center of attention. I became the apple of her eye. She watched every move I made and listened to every word I said.

It was flattering, but at the same time, it showed how much she was trusting me. It showed that with one wrong move from me, she’d also be ruined.

And because of that, apprehensions grew in my head. That I have to be careful not to corrupt her after hearing her story. However, just my mere presence around her is already tainting her. That much is true.

I’m a guy who has a bottomless desire to be with the girls I love. And she has grown into one of them.

Misaki’s voice was filled with yearning and curiosity. “I want to know what it feels like. To be close to you in that way. Can I, Ruki?”

Looking at her eyes filled with love and curiosity, I couldn’t bear to refuse her anymore.

I took a deep breath and steeled myself, letting all my apprehensions about deepening my bond with her dissipate.

“Alright, Misaki,” I murmured, “If that’s what you truly want, I’ll show you how much I care for you. Do you trust me?”

Her nod was all the consent I needed as I gently laid her down on the couch we were sitting on. She looked up at me with wide eyes. Her wide forehead, shone with the bead of her sweat as her short fringes parted to the side. I wiped it off with my hand and then kissed it.

Misaki giggled at its tenderness, which conveyed more than just my affection for her. There was also my appreciation and my gratitude.

She raised her arms, wrapping them around my neck, drawing me closer as her body quivered with anticipation.

I kissed her again, locking her lips in another passionate kiss to prepare her for what was to come.

As I positioned myself on top of her, my hands began to move with gentle precision, unbuttoning her uniform top with the same care one might take when opening a delicate bouquet of flowers.

I stayed focused at this moment. Since I decided to do this for her, I’d do it in a way that would leave her breathless.

My hands continued to move with the precision of a surgeon as I pulled her shirt away, revealing her delicate, pale white skin. It was untouched and unblemished.

She had to hold her breath as I leaned down, my mouth trailing kisses from her chin to her collarbone to the valley between her sizable breasts. Her eyes were half-closed, her lashes fluttering as my lips left a fleeting mark across her skin.

I took in the sight of her chest still covered by her bra, the soft mounds peeking out from the fabric.

I had to lift my body just to take in her beautiful image. The way she lay there, her cheeks flushed and her chest heaving with anticipation was something that I’d always cherish. “Misaki, you’re so pretty,” I affectionately whispered before diving back down.

Misaki’s eyes remained closed, a soft moan escaping her lips as she felt my warm breath against her neck. “I-I’m not beautiful…”

“Trust me. You are.” I whispered against her neck, my breath tickling her sensitive skin, causing her to shiver. “Everything about you is beautiful.”

I kissed her collarbone and moved lower again, my fingers running along the edge of her bra as I went. She squirmed underneath me as her breathing became erratic.

Of course, despite everything, she was still nervous. This was also all new to her. But one look at her eyes showed she was eager and willing to go through this with me. With her Ruki.

I’m not just her ‘close friend’ anymore. Ever since the distance between us disappeared and we shared our first kiss, that distinction was already blurred.

Misaki’s breathing grew more ragged as I moved my kisses lower, my lips grazing the fabric of her bra, tracing the outline of her peaks. Her hands found their way into my hair, guiding me, pushing my head as though telling me to do more without saying the words.

Her body arched upwards, offering herself to me as I took it as a sign of her readiness. With a gentle tug, I pulled down the cup of her bra, revealing her perfect, pink nipple to the open air. How should I describe it? It was small and adorable but it was hers. Her breasts were perfect in their own way, not too big to overshadow her wide forehead but just enough to make my mouth water.

I unconsciously gulped down my saliva as I gazed at it. I glanced up to check on her reaction and her eyes were half-closed, part of her attention was on me, watching how I moved but mostly focused on the sensation she was feeling.

I leaned down as I blew my hot breath against her skin, making her small cherries quiver in response. My tongue followed the path of my breath, swirling around the sensitive tip before I took it into my mouth.

Misaki gasped as I began to suckle as the sensation was all new to her. We cuddled a lot. We kissed and sometimes she’d rub herself on top of my lap. But this… this was the first time I was taking extra care of her like this.

“R-ruki… Hnng~” She moaned as I began to suckle her nipple more vigorously, my teeth gently grazing the sensitive peak. Her taste was intoxicating, like a fine wine that I couldn’t get enough of.

My other hand slid down to the other breast, giving it equal attention as my thumb and forefinger rolled her other nipple. She gripped the couch cushions, her back arching off the couch.

The thought that any of my girls could come in here at any moment was already gone from my mind. This was Misaki’s moment. I had to give her the attention she deserved.

As I got my fill of her exquisite taste and reaction, I kissed my way down her stomach, her skin trembled from my touch. Her uniform was already a mess, and her blouse was wide open.

With her whole face crimson red, she never took her eyes off of me.

“What are you doing, Ruki?” Perhaps wanting confirmation, Misaki called out to me in between her gasps and moans.

“I was about to explore your secret garden, your sacred place,” I replied with a playful smile as my kisses dotted her navel.

Misaki’s eyes widened a bit as she realized what I was about to do for her. Maaya must’ve told her but for her to experience it herself was a whole different story. Nonetheless, Misaki nodded as I slid down further, my hands reaching for the button and zipper of her skirt.

With a gentle touch, I pulled her skirt down, revealing her white lacy underwear. It was simple but elegant and matched perfectly with her bra. It still had the touch of her innocence but the wet stain on it spoke of the desire that was growing within her.

She asked me to be more intimate with her. And this… this is the result…