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435 Damn it! [Slightly NSFW]
🕑 Added 2025-08-08 15:00:21 +0000 UTCKyousuke’s hand roamed over Sakura’s slender waist, unable to get enough of the soft, delicate curves pressed against his chest.
Her skin, blushing faintly, was as pale and fine as fresh powdered snow—the kind poets described as “gathered beneath the moon.”
"Mwah... Mmh, mmph... Mmh..."
"Mmh... Mmh...❤️"
The air was filled with the sound of soft, breathy moans mingled with wet, lingering kisses and shy, half-suppressed whimpers.
In his ears, the intoxicating melody of her voice; in his nose, the faint, unmistakable scent of her skin.
Either one alone could be the most perfect aphrodisiac—together, they were irresistible.
After years of knowing each other—meeting, growing close, falling in love—tonight, they were finally, in every sense, intertwined as lovers.
“Hahhh, ahhh… Mmm, nngh❤️… Fwahhh…”
“Ahhh… Mmm, nngh❤️… Mwahhh… Mmmh..... Haangh...”
Kyousuke listened to her muffled, trembling moans like a man entranced, his fingers never resting—gently teasing, brushing, stroking, caressing.
Sakura’s movements were still shy and unpracticed.
Whether it was when his lips and tongue stole the air and sweetness from her mouth, or when his hands slid along her waist to cup her breasts.
She could only let out halting breaths from deep in her throat—struggling, perhaps, to restrain herself, or perhaps already giving in.
“Hahh… Mmh❤️, mmmmh… Hahh, ah! Ahh..”
“W-wait…Hahh, hahh… Nnh, mmph, mmh❤️…”
Even when his mouth traveled lower, turning gentle kisses into a slow, hungry union, she only tightened her grip on his hair, keeping him pressed against her.
Kyousuke’s persistence pulled his childhood sweetheart deeper and deeper into the whirlpool of desire, an endless black hole consuming them both.
“Nnh, mwah❤️… Mmph, mmh❤️…”
“Ah… Ah, ah, K-Kyousuke❤️! Nnhuh…”
Her snowy-soft skin was flushed and burning now, so much so that she began to take the initiative—stealing kisses from his lips, yet squirming with discomfort from the very same thrill.
Her body twisting like a shadow swaying under the moonlight—tempting, dangerous, like a demoness from a story luring a scholar to his ruin.
Burying his face in her chest, Kyousuke let his tongue and breath try to cool her fevered skin, before murmuring her name in a voice low and rough with restraint.
“Sakura…”
“Mmm❤️~” Her reply was just as husky—seductive enough to make his chest tighten.
She tried to adjust herself, but the firmness pressing beneath her soft, rounded hips made it impossible to sit comfortably.
“You—” He managed only one word before a groan escaped him.
“What is it~?” she teased, one arm around his neck, tilting her head back to push her chest forward.
Her amber eyes were hazy, like rain-softened autumn light.
Her free hand had already found its way to his aching length.
The sight of her—soft, inviting, utterly unguarded—wiped his thoughts clean.
“You’re so beautiful,” he breathed, voicing the only truth in his mind.
Her fox-shaped eyes curved in delight—not from the compliment itself, but from something deeper.
“Does Kyousuke like it?” she asked softly.
“I do. I love you most of all, Sakura.”
“Love what, exactly?” Her voice was still gentle, but carried a playful innocence.
“Here.” He kissed her forehead.
“Only here?”
She kissed his forehead in return.
“Here.” He kissed her eyes.
“And?”
She mimicked him again.
“Here.” His lips found her swollen, reddened mouth.
She tilted her head back willingly, baring the long, elegant line of her neck like a swan’s, before guiding his head lower with her hand, pressing him to her breasts.
"Ngggh❤️... Ahh... Mmmh..❤️ MMnnwah❤️!"
His kisses traced downward—over her graceful neck, the perfect curves of her chest, the delicate oval of her navel, the soft plane of her stomach…
Just as his nose brushed against the waistband of her pajama bottoms, a small hand pinched it.
“Not yet,” she said with a touch of playful mischief.
Kyousuke looked up at her, silently asking why.
“Haha~ right now, Kyousuke’s just like a puppy,” she giggled, cheeks still flushed with desire.
Her teasing couldn’t hide the shy sparkle in her eyes.
He stared at her for a moment, then opened his mouth:
“Woof~”
Then, lowering his head, he really did nuzzle her pajama bottoms like a puppy burying its nose.
“Ah—!” Sakura gasped, both flustered and amused.
“You really leave me no choice,” she murmured, lifting her hips just enough for the little “puppy” to pull her pants down and search for hidden treasure.
Her panties weren’t the cute, strawberry-printed kind Mitsuha wore, nor the lacy, suggestive style senior Utaha favored.
They were a simple white triangle with a small blue ribbon at the front—pure, yet brimming with the youthful charm only a girl could have.
The sight made Kyousuke freeze, his breath catching.
He stared as though that little triangle hid the world’s greatest secret—one he was determined to uncover.
Sakura bit her lip, her lovely eyes full of shyness.
Her hands twitched as if to cover herself, but she held back, choosing instead to offer all of herself to the man she loved most.
“Wh-what’s wrong? Haven’t you seen it plenty of times before?” Even her usual composure faltered—her voice stuttering, her gaze slipping away.
“It’s not the same,” Kyousuke said hoarsely, swallowing hard—though the motion only made him hungrier.
“Then… Kyousuke likes it~?” she asked, joy glimmering beneath her embarrassment.
“More than anything,” he replied honestly.
These two, perhaps the people who knew each other best in the world, simply stared at each other, smiling like fools.
“Alright, then~” Sakura finally lifted her hands from behind her, cupping his face and drawing his eyes back up to hers.
He might have looked away from that small, mysterious triangle, but his mind—like a camera with perfect recall—had already captured every detail, storing away the pale, perfect image for later.
Even as he looked at her face, the vision still played in his mind—white, soft…
“…What is it?” she asked.
Kyousuke’s mind was spinning at full speed when he asked, a little dazed, “Cough, cough…”
Sakura, cheeks blooming with a shy blush, let out her signature Sakura-sama cough.
As expected, it snapped his attention back to her in an instant.
“After a thorough… evaluation, I can say I’m satisfied with your kissing technique, Kyousuke, and with the effort you’ve shown with Mitsuha and Utaha. But—” her voice, still husky, curled into a playful lilt.
“You can’t slack off now. The next stage needs practice too. If you can’t please me next time… I’ll have no choice but to scold you. Severely.”
Her eyes curved into crescents as she teased.
Kyousuke gave a helpless smile. “Sakura… are you mad? Because I kissed Mitsuha first?”
Instead of trying to duck his head for another peek at her, he simply reached out, lifting her from the blanket and settling her back into his lap.
“This is hard to sit on,” she pouted, squirming.
Then her small hand slipped down, fidgeting until she found a position she liked.
Kyousuke’s face shifted in shades desire stirring beneath the surface—but he held back from doing more.
“Mad? Hardly. I think this is the happiest I’ve been in sixteen years.”
Yamauchi Sakura suddenly leaned down and pressed a firm, smacking kiss on his lips.
“Because back in grade school, when Naoka stole your button, you were so mad you cried, right?” he said, studying her face for any hint of irritation.
“Ah, that. Of course I was mad—still am, actually! That little thief!” Sakura scrunched her nose in a huff, then her expression turned smug. “But… I’ve grown up a lot since then~”
“You’re telling me. I was honestly shocked,” Kyousuke admitted, his gaze unconsciously drifting downward.
Sakura straightened her chest proudly. “Not as big as Shou-chan’s, sure, but definitely bigger than Eriri’s. And Yukino’s? Please, not even close.”
Kyousuke thought, ‘Even Utaha-senpai wouldn’t say something that bold…’
“Yeah, I never imagined you’d grown this much,” he said aloud.
“That’s nonsense. I’ve been giving you regular progress reports, haven’t I?” she retorted.
“I just can’t believe the same girl who once hid under the covers yelling ‘Kyousuke, save me!’ during her first period has turned into a goddess who leaves my mouth dry.” Kyousuke’s tone was nostalgic.
“NOoooooooooooooo!!”
Sakura squealed, wrapping her arms around his neck and shoving his face deep into her cleavage, as if trying to smother him there.
Childhood friends or not, some memories were just too mortifying.
“What was I supposed to do? I was scared!” she protested.
Even though her mom and school had explained everything, when it actually happened her mind had gone completely blank.
“You were the one who said, ‘If you’re ever in trouble, just call my name.’”
Blank mind. No clue what to do.
Only one thought left: Kyousuke!
“And then you made me go with you to buy supplies even though Aunt Makoto had already stocked some at home—because you forgot they were there. You even called for me while you were in the bath.”
His muffled voice came from between the two soft mounds.
“I forgot, okay?! And I was too embarrassed to go alone!” Sakura’s shame and frustration only made her squeeze his head tighter against her chest.
“And you? Hiding around the corner and kicking me forward to go buy them alone—did you think I wasn’t embarrassed?”
“Fine, fine! Next time I’ll buy condoms for you too!”
Her large, beautiful eyes shimmered with tears of humiliation as she yanked his head up and planted another fierce kiss on him.
“No more talking!” she declared, trying to bribe him into silence with kisses.
‘God, my chest smells so good…’ she thought with smug satisfaction, licking her lips without realizing it.
Kyousuke, though long accustomed to Sakura’s shameless honesty, still froze at the word condom.
Hearing that blunt term from the mouth of his childhood sweetheart carried a strange power—a mix of taboo, thrill, and dangerous temptation.
“…Wait. Was the reason you didn’t let me keep going just now… because we didn’t have a condom?”
He said it with an awkward dryness.
Kyousuke might have been willing to humiliate himself barking like a puppy if it meant getting her clothes off, but he was still a shy, conservative boy at heart.
Not that he repeated the word condom on purpose.
He could have said “because we didn’t have one,” but as a newly famous literary figure, he felt he should use precise language.
Yes—purely for accuracy.
Definitely not because Sakura’s bashful reaction to that word was sinfully alluring.
And as the person who knew Kyousuke best, Sakura instantly picked up on his little thoughts.
His tone and expression might have been casual, but the growing bulge beneath her told a far more honest story.
“That’s right,” she said with mock menace, eyes still watery from embarrassment. “When the time comes, I’ll buy a whole basket of condoms, and we’ll try them all.”
Kyousuke stiffened.
With Eriri, he’d suspect bluffing.
But Sakura? She was the type to actually follow through—just like she’d never missed a chance to go after Naoka since grade school.
“I… uh…” He wanted to dissuade her, but part of him couldn’t help looking forward to it.
‘Where’s my conscience? Hello? Now would be a good time to show up!’
Sakura’s lips curved into a sly, girlish smile. “Like I said earlier— I’ve grown up. I’m not going to keep letting things like this get to me.”
