Chapter 16: Sponge and Bath Towel

Sponge and Bath Towel

Ever since elementary school, I hadn’t worn a miniskirt—not even once. Maybe that’s why I never truly understood its… peculiarities.

As I scrubbed the sink with all my might, he suddenly wrapped his arms around me from behind.

I barely managed to swallow the startled scream rising in my throat, my grip tightening around the sponge as my body went rigid.

This… this was a sneak attack. I didn't think it would happen now. My heart pounded wildly, and I couldn’t move a muscle.

“Hyaa… At least wait until I’m done cleaning before you kiss me.”

That was all I could manage.

Of course, I’d been hoping for a kiss. But not like this—not while still clutching a damp sponge.

“I can’t help it. You keep swaying your hips like you’re teasing me.”

Ah. That’s right. I was wearing a miniskirt today.

Wait… don’t tell me my underwear was showing? And since I’d been scrubbing so hard, was my bare backside moving along with it?

No way…

A wave of mortification crashed over me, making my eyes sting with the threat of tears.

At the very least, I didn’t want him to think I had seduced him. That would make me no different from a shameless flirt.

I had to clear up this misunderstanding.

“Ehh? I wasn’t—”

But before I could explain, his lips captured mine, cutting off my protest.

I pressed my hands against his chest, trying to push him away—but even I was startled by how feeble my resistance was.

Deep down, I’d been waiting for this, hadn’t I? And yet, here I was, acting innocent, pretending this had taken me by surprise—offering up a flimsy excuse even I didn’t believe.

My weak attempt at protest didn’t fool him. He traced the shape of my lips, his tongue lightly teasing.

Ahh… this… this is what lovers’ kisses feel like… My lips tingled, heat pooling inside me, my thoughts dissolving into a dreamy haze.

“Stop… I can’t breathe…”

But he didn’t stop.

On the contrary, his tongue slipped into my mouth.

This… this isn’t just an ordinary kiss. This is the kind shared between a man and a woman.

His tongue moved inside me, coaxing me—trying to turn me into a woman.

Instead of resisting, I found myself responding—my own tongue moving to accept him.

My body shivered with delight as the person I love traced slow, teasing strokes inside my mouth.

Heat flared through me, my skin burning hot. “Nn… mmh…”—sweet, breathless sounds slipped past my lips.

The hard press of his arousal against my stomach only made my heart race faster.

Ah… He wants me. He truly does.

But…

Not in the kitchen.

This isn’t the place for something like this. And besides, I’m still in the middle of cleaning—I haven’t even washed my hands.

Ah—his hand just brushed against my chest.

Wait… hold on!

I don’t mind being touched by him—but I have my own feelings to consider, too.

I think I looked at him as if to chastise him.

What I really wanted was just a little time—just enough to truly give my consent from the depths of my heart.

So, I decided to escape by saying I needed to use the bathroom.

Using the bathroom as an excuse… Yeah, that was kind of embarrassing.

But I couldn’t think of anything else.

The first thing I noticed when I stepped inside was how clean and surprisingly spacious it was.

Even in a situation like this, it felt strange how calm I still was.

The truth is, even though it all started because that ba_st_ard forced me, I think I came here today fully intending to give myself to him.

That ba_st_ard stole my vi_rg_inity—my chastity was no longer something I had to desperately protect.

It’s only natural to be held by someone you love. My coworkers and senpai at the office do the same—just from casual conversation, I’ve picked up on it.

They always speak about it with pride, a hint of happiness in their voices—maybe they want other women to hear.

I wouldn’t go around bragging about it, but now, I think I finally understand what they meant by that pride and happiness.

He desires me as a woman. He doesn’t see me as ugly or gloomy. So why shouldn’t I respond to that?

If giving myself to him makes him love me even more, then… nothing could make me happier.

“Uhh… I-I got all sweaty, so… I’d like to t-take a shower.”

Having made up my mind to give myself to him, I now stand under the running water.

I’d been overthinking everything, twisting myself into knots with logic and reasoning—but now that the moment is here, I’m overwhelmed with embarrassment, fear, and trembling legs.

What scares me most is how he’ll see me.

Fighting back tears, I scrub every inch of my body, leaving nothing untouched.

When I step out, wrapped in nothing but a bath towel, the way he looks at me sends a shock through my chest.

That gaze—it’s unmistakably a man’s. No, a male’s.

Just imagining what’s about to happen makes my body go rigid with tension.

What am I supposed to do? I feel completely lost.

Then, without hesitation, he lifts me into his arms like a princess—stronger than I ever expected.

Even though I’ve already come to terms with it, I still end up acting innocent, letting out a sweet, needy whimper.

“Hyaa… I-I’m scared.”

I can’t help it—this reaction comes from the part of me that’s undeniably female, while the rest of me is frozen stiff with fear.

Kyaa—! My last defense, the bath towel, is stripped away.

Before I can even plead for him to stop, his lips claim mine in a deep kiss.

After that, his hands roam over me, kneading my chest and touching me in so many places.

Of course, it’s nothing like what that ba_st_ard did—it’s completely different.

This isn’t torture. This is an act of love.

When he touches my body, the places that ba_st_ard tainted feel as if they’re being purified, cleansed completely.

When he licks my skin, the spots that ba_st_ard defiled are washed away, purified from the very root.

In this moment, I realize it again—heart and body are connected. Being held by him fills me with overwhelming joy.

My heart longs for him, opening up so shamelessly, so completely.

Being embraced by someone you love… it’s nothing like before. The difference is as vast as the moon in the heavens and rotting mud.

“Nnh… D-Don’t… not there… Ah… I feel strange…”

These words spill from the deepest part of me as a woman. They’re not lies, but they’re not the whole truth either.

I want him to keep licking me, yet at the same time, I want him to stop because it’s too embarrassing.

I want him to make me feel even better, yet I’m afraid of just how much more pleasure awaits me.

My body is responding to his touch—it’s not an act. But still, I cover my face with both hands.

I truly don’t want him to see my face… but more than that, I don’t want him to see me as a woman drowning in desire.

It’s your hands and tongue—they’re the ones at fault. They’re trying to drive me mad… but they’re a part of the person I love.

Ahh… deep inside me, I can feel it—being purified, cleansed, made whole again.

You’ve reached deep into the core of my heart, reshaping my body in your image.

Every inch of me now belongs to you—I’ve become your woman, completely.

“It felt really good…”

“But more than that, I’m just so happy… that we became one.”

Hearing that he felt good made me proud as a woman. But what mattered most was that now—he was my man, and I was his woman.

I wish you would kiss me like this, gently, for the rest of my life.

On the ride home, I borrowed his shorts, wrapping my arms tightly around him as we rode together.

Hehe, now both of my chest are pressed against him—yes, the very same ones he’s already seen and touched. If this is what you want, then don’t you dare say I’m in the way when I cling to you like this.

“Ufufu, pedal faster. Hurry up and take me away.”

Somewhere beyond that ba_st_ard’s reach… You can take me there, can’t you?

“Ahaha, but the wind feels amazing. And your broad back… it makes me feel so safe.”

You’re the only one I can count on—please, I’m begging you.

Even though it was late at night, he still took the time to walk me home.

He’s so kind… I can’t help but think that.

Just before we parted, he kissed me—deeply, passionately.

The lack of oxygen left me dizzy, and the overwhelming love made my heart feel like it couldn’t contain it all.

What are you going to do about this? Now you’re going to appear in my dreams.

And I bet you’ll be doing all sorts of indecent things to me.

I won’t forgive you for this.

That ba_st_ard may have assaulted me and blackmailed me with those naked videos, but you and I… we’ve become man and woman now. So, please… take responsibility.

I’ll do anything—make you lunch, clean for you, even that—anything and more, if it’s you. So please… save me. I’m begging you.