16. Natsuki's resolve [R-18]

"Come on, over here."

With a light tug on her hand, Natsuki-san settles into my chest without resistance.

I press my lips to hers again, gently pushing her down onto the bed.

"W-Well, this still feels kinda weird. A girl getting pinned down like this…"

"Hehe."

As she says that, I slip my hand under her uniform.

Beneath the uniform shirt, my fingertips quickly find the soft sensation of her chest—specifically, the underside of her breasts. But in this position, going any further is tough.

"Nn…"

I'm hovering over Natsuki-san, trying to slide my hand up from her stomach.

This is a seriously awkward position.

Honestly, it's impossible.

But I really want to squeeze her breasts.

"I-I'm taking it off."

"…Grr."

"Not 'grr'—come on."

I don't want to admit it.

Taking off her uniform feels unthinkable.

But at this rate, I can't freely enjoy her breasts—these breasts.

Breasts versus uniform.

Uniform or breasts.

Which should I choose?

This is the ultimate dilemma.

"Grrrrr…"

"You see my uniform every day, don't you?"

Natsuki-san hurls a blunt remark at me as I agonize.

"You don't get it, Natsuki-san."

"Even if you say that with such a genuinely exasperated look… What am I supposed to do, then?"

I pull my hand out from under her uniform.

Instead, I start groping her breasts over the fabric.

I can't feel the warmth of her skin like when I touch her directly.

But the added value of "breasts wrapped in a uniform" sets my heart ablaze.

Some might call this choice a mistake.

They'd say I'm a fool for passing up bare, jiggling breasts in favor of uniform play.

But I have no regrets.

I've chosen uniform sex.

"This is my answer."

"Even if you say it with that smug face, it's kinda troubling."

With my smug expression intact, I dive face-first toward the hidden valley between her breasts.

The slightly cool texture of the uniform brushes against me.

Enveloped in the faint scent of Natsuki-san, this is paradise.

"…"

"…"

For some reason, we fall silent.

"…Nnn."

"…"

I keep rubbing her breasts, my face still sandwiched between them.

I squeeze a little harder than usual.

"Nn…"

The silence is getting kinda awkward.

Natsuki-san has fully surrendered to being on the receiving end.

When I pull my face away from her chest and look at her, she gazes back up at me, quiet.

Up close, she's seriously beautiful.

"…What?"

"Just thinking you're gorgeous."

Natsuki-san turns her face away.

I kiss her cheek.

Now then.

"So, how about you lift your skirt yourself this time?"

"Of course you're not taking this off either, huh?"

"Naturally."

Taking that off? Unthinkable.

Still pinned beneath me, Natsuki-san uses both hands to hike up her skirt.

She pulls the long skirt all the way up to her chest, covering her eyes with it in the process.

"Embarrassed?"

"Your eyes… when I see them this close, it's like they're sucking me in. It's kinda scary."

Whoa.

I'm still wearing my glasses, but does the "magic eye" effect kick in at this distance?

"Does it make you dizzy like before?"

"N-No, not like that…"

Oh?

Looks like the magic-eye suppressor is working fine.

"Then why does it feel overwhelming?"

"…Because when we stare at each other this close…"

When we stare at each other?

"I might… end up seriously… f-falling for you… Ah, stop it!"

I lift the edge of the skirt she's using to cover her eyes and stare right at her.

"S-Stop it, seriously… Stop…"

Even as she protests, she stares back at me.

Hey, isn't this girl just too much?

How is she this cute?

While gazing at her flushed cheeks, I slide my hand downward.

"Hya…!"

I trail my fingertips along her thigh, slowly moving upward, slipping them under the side of her shorts.

"I'm taking them off. Lift your hips?"

"O-Okay…"

Natsuki-san raises her hips.

I slide her shorts off with one hand, pulling them down.

Once they're at her feet, I slip them off one leg.

"…W-What?"

"Should I take them all the way off… or leave them hooked on one ankle…?"

Another ultimate choice.

The bed is a brutal battlefield, constantly demanding decisions.

But this time, I decide instantly.

Since I've gone for uniform-clad eroticism, I'll let these black shorts stay on duty around her thigh.

I leave the shorts dangling around her left ankle.

"…Well, whatever, I guess."

I let out a "phew" at Natsuki-san's exasperated expression.

"Maybe girls just don't get a guy's sense of romance."

"Why do I sound like the bad guy here?"

Anyway, preparations are complete.

A thought hits me.

Should I undress too?

"Would it be better if I went half-naked? Or fully naked? The school uniform fabric's pretty thick, so it might hurt your skin."

She seemed into the uniform kink too, but I figure I'll check her preference.

"E-Either's fine. Do whatever you want."

"Hmm. Then I'll keep just the shirt on."

It feels kinda embarrassing to be fully naked when she's still dressed.

I undo my belt, unhook the clasp, unzip, and shed my pants.

Then I take off the school jacket, letting it fall to the floor, leaving me in just my button-up shirt.

It's a pretty ridiculous look, but whatever—our eyes are only on each other's upper halves anyway.

I lean over her, cradling her face with my left arm, while my right hand drifts downward again.

She's so wet it's like she's lost control down there—ready to take me anytime.

"How's it feel down here, Natsuki-san?"

"Nn… Your finger… it's… inside…"

I probe the entrance with the tip of my middle finger, slipping it in just a little.

"Does it hurt?"

"This much… it's fine… Ngh!"

Tough as ever.

She's not one to complain about pain.

"Then we're good, right? But don't worry—if you start crying, I'll stop."

"W-Who's… gonna cry?!"

Despite her obvious bravado, Natsuki-san glances down at herself.

There, my fully erect length hovers, moments away.

Dragging this out with more talk won't ease her tension any further.

If she's bracing herself for the pain—

"…"

Silently, I position myself against her.

"…!"

Natsuki-san lets out a short breath.

I thrust in all at once.

"…Owowow!"

Instinctively, she claws at the bed, trying to scramble away from me.

I grab her shoulders firmly with both hands, holding her tight so she can't escape.

"I-It hurts! …Wait, hold on…"

"No waiting."

Only halfway in, I push deeper, all the way to the hilt.

"Ngh… Ghh!"

"Natsuki-san, it's all in."

A pressure I've never felt before envelops me.

"Haa… ha, ha… D-Don't move…"

"I'm gonna move, though?"

"Ow!"

I pin her down as she arches back, trembling from the pain, and keep thrusting into her slick warmth.

"St… Stop, stop… Ow!"

Stroking her pained face gently, I keep going, savoring her without pause.

Each thrust sends a new sensation coursing through me, and I chase that pleasure, driving into her again and again.

How long did I keep it up?

"Hic… Ngh… Ah…"

The way Natsuki-san reacts—her back arched in pain the whole time—starts to shift.

Little by little, she's getting used to it.

Finally, she turns her eyes toward me.

"Still hurts?"

"Of course… it does… Ow!"

Her replies come in broken gasps, syncing with my movements.

"Didn't think… it'd hurt… this much…!"

She manages a strained smile despite the struggle.

"Starting to get a little easier?"

"Thanks… to you… I guess…"

I had to hold back after seeing the amount of pain she was in.

I was moving slowly to allow Natsuki to collect herself.

But if Natsuki-san is getting used to it.

"Then can we do it a little faster?"

Natsuki-san's eyes widened at my words.