Hello again! Dear guest, I don't know your nickname, so I'm addressing you like this. Replying to your comment, no Misaki hasn't experienced sexual abuse, as you can see from previous chapters she's just not ready for sex because she doesn't want to and has never thought about it. But she thinks about Takumi, that he probably needs it (although he already told her that he would wait for her as long as necessary), but she does not believe. I hope I was able to answer. Enjoy reading!
'I'm sorry I scared you," nervously, the guy pulled the hushed beast to him, acutely feeling her definitely heated body with his skin, as if from the cold, "everything is fine, everything is fine, you can relax, and your reaction is absolutely normal, I'm sorry again, more I won't act so recklessly," the lungs of the girls released the long-squeezed air, returning their owner to a normal state.
Tears swelled in the corners of her eyes from shame, do not let Kami Takumi see this, he will think everything for himself, and she again is unable to explain to him. The voice in her throat trembled noticeably, just a little more, and she would simply give herself away, but she would not be able to explain herself. Why does she have such a day today and such a strange body in behavior? All she could do was swallow the lump in her throat, hoping now only for Usui to change things into a more playful way.
Trying to brighten up the awkward situation, Takumi decided to distract Misaki, thereby still starting the bath procedures. Picking up a pink washcloth, after pouring a small part of the gel on it beforehand, the guy undertook to rub the body of his beloved opposite. She sneezed indignantly, the smell of flowers and strawberries filled the couple's sinuses, and if Usui liked the smell, then his passion did not really.
The soft surface of the washcloth pleasantly soothed the skin, wiping off all the dust and sweat accumulated during the day. Finally, Misaki calmed down, relaxing from the gentle friction over her body, almost falling asleep from the movement back and forth, then down, then up, sometimes shuddering from contact with her chest or hips, to which Takumi twitched as if from a current, trying to bypass these zones.
It's time to get used to it, Misa straightened herself up, it's just a washcloth, and she didn't want to create even more inconvenience for her unusually hushed lover. Brushing aside such unpleasant thoughts in her head, the brunette herself did not notice how it all ended, she was pulled out of her dreams by the same washcloth held out in the hand of a perplexed guy.
Her cheeks were again doused with color, and when will she stop being embarrassed... Sometimes these thoughts pierced her through and through with a drill, she wanted to say to herself enough is enough, this cannot go on, but no way. At least Takumi didn't mind, he was already used to her reaction, and as he said from the very beginning, he liked this feature in the girl, although others often pressed her, telling her that it was childish, not befitting an adult girl behave like this. But they were so comfortable, they didn't feel discomfort, and even if others didn't like it, and even if it seemed childish, the main thing is that they themselves feel good.
"Finished the monologue with your second personality? M?"
Suddenly snapped out of her fat thoughts, Misaki finally turned her attention to the boy who seemed to be silently letting go of the situation, standing with his hand still outstretched towards her.
"You like to think like this, from scratch, an unaccustomed person can be scared," Takumi summed up with a quiet laugh, to which the reaction was immediate, a swollen wreath on the girl's forehead and again shifted dark eyebrows, a familiar picture in front of a blond almost every day. It's more of a tradition, and Takumi's reaction finally eased the strained mind of the girl," don't pout at me, even though it's insanely cute, but let's finish it anyway, otherwise you yourself will swear at the water bill later.
This greatly sobered the brunette. Who but she was preoccupied with the monthly bill, the years spent on savings and eternal control made themselves felt. Taking the sponge out of the guy's hands, Misaki gestured for him to turn around, starting to rub his back, her cheeks reddened even more, starting to burn the thin skin from the inside.
The chiseled muscles of the back rolled beautifully under the skin, despite the guy's rather thin, slightly lean build, in moments of tension they stood out well and in an instant changed the appearance of the figure. Broad shoulders, strong back, sharp hips, he was literally an idol of beauty. Misaki's hand trembled as her washcloth moved down the small of her back, hissing and yanking herself away again.
While Misa dealt with him and furiously rubbed his back, Takumi was clearly not in this world, he rarely immersed himself in painful thoughts, trying to let go of the situation or turn it into a joke. But now it was difficult for him. His heart ached again, as if he had been poisoned, poured with heavy metal called "guilt", he simply could not come to terms with what was happening.
Apologies were of no use, nor was self-reproach, but at the moment it was the only solution available to him. To be honest, he himself did not know how to talk to her, and would she listen to him? One way or another, there was simply no other choice, it was necessary to speak, to let everything take its course - the matter was initially disastrous and meaningless.
He felt vulnerable, defenseless, he simply did not know what to do, and such a childish soul in love did not help the cause at all, only confusing the cold mind, which alone could help him.
After finally finishing with the back, the girl lightly touched Usui's waist, silently asking him to turn around. Glancing at his partner again, Takumi couldn't help it, squealing into his fist, he had previously thought that there was a limit to the fullness of Misaki's rosy cheeks, but apparently he was mistaken. She was utterly embarrassed and, it seems, restless, before everything went differently, she did not close herself off like that ...
Nevertheless, she was greatly hurt by the current situation, and even coupled with what happened a little earlier, it was not worth behaving so recklessly, and talking with her, apparently, did not help much. "Like mine with me, it's better for us to scatter and be alone for now," Takumi decided on this.
"Misaki, listen, if you're still on your toes right now because of what I said earlier, or rather what I did." The guy's throat stinged from embarrassment, "I'm sorry, please, again, I didn't want to scare you, and there were no hidden thoughts in my actions, I know, after today's incident, you shouldn't have done this…" After thinking for a minute, he, nevertheless, he made a decision "Let's finish then on this, m? I'll finish everything myself, and for now you go clean yourself up" this was the most logical decision at the moment. Realizing that now his beloved's thoughts were completely clogged Misaki nodded softly and apologized for the inconvenience, to which only Usui shook his head in response, she got out of the bathroom, quickly wrapping herself in a towel and jumping out, almost in a complete negligee, into the bedroom.
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