Do you know the Venus de Milo? It is a female statue sculpted in ancient Greece before the Common Era. Its features include a beautiful face, an exquisite figure, and missing arms.
The Venus de Milo did not originally lack arms. Over time, they were lost. However, it is precisely because they are missing that the Venus de Milo has become even more beautiful.
This is said to be because the human brain imagines its ideal arms in the place where the arms are missing. When you think about it, it makes sense. After all, nothing in this world is more beautiful than what our imagination can conjure.
So, what I’m trying to say is…
“………………………………………………………………………………………sigh♡………………………………………………………………………………………………sigh♡“
On the other side of the board, Honoka-san, twisting her body, is unbelievably erotic. That’s right, the fact that Honoka-san can’t see me means that I can’t see her either.
Honoka-san’s finger barely touches the middle finger of my right hand. A glimpse of Honoka-san’s body through the wooden lattice. Her chest moving in sync with her twisting body. And the occasional muffled voice mixed with soft, seductive moans.
Even though I can’t see her, it’s erotic. No, precisely because I can’t see her, it’s even more erotic.
That Honoka-san—competent, kind, cheerful, and considerate—is touching my finger and twisting her body. In the dark confessional.
“……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………ah…………………………………………no, stop♡……………………………………………………”
I regret it. I deeply regret it now.
Why did I choose this method? It would have been fine even if I got caught.
I want to see. I want to see what Honoka-san is doing right now, what expression she’s making as she writhes. Heck, I even want to touch and squeeze her.
I should have just said something lighthearted like, “In exchange for leveling up my experience, mind if I get a little pervy?” What’s with this “Mr. Son” thing? Who even is that guy?
“……………………………………………………………………gasp♡“
After a clank sound came from the other side of the confessional, her finger let go.
“Haa…… Haa…… Haa…… Haa……”
I can hear Honoka-san’s heavy breathing. It’s the first time, so I guess this is as far as we’ll go. Because I ended up imagining Honoka-san’s erotic figure, I can’t hold back anymore.
I want to hurry back and have some solo fun. My Saint Cross is begging to unleash its Holy Beam.
“Well then, that’s all for today. Next time, please coordinate with Tatsuya-kun~.”
“Ah, w-wait, please!”
As I try to leave the confessional while leaning forward, Honoka-san stops me.
“What’s wrong~?”
“I-I can still do it! Please, I’m begging you, just a little more! I can still endure!”
“Ohh…”
The one who can’t endure is me.
“Just a little longer, okay~?”
“Yes! Thank you so much!”
When Honoka-san asks me like this, I can’t just leave. I reach my hand to the other side again.
“Ahhn♡”
“O-ohh… Sorry about that…”
“N-no, it’s fine. It’s okay, really.”
In my haste, I accidentally touched her soft flesh. A part of her body so soft and weighty that I could feel it even through her clothes. Where did I touch? Where? Where did my hand land? What is this overly erotic mystery box? What’s inside the box? A sexy-bodied woman?
“H-here I go…”
After taking a deep breath, Honoka-san touches my finger again. It sends a tingling sensation through me, as if my fingertips have become erogenous zones. I’m overcome with the urge to grab Honoka-san’s arm and pull her closer, but I manage to hold back.
“…………………………………………………………………………mm♡…………………………………………………a-amazing……………………………………………………………………♡”
My inner conflict is blown away like the wind as Honoka-san moans in pleasure.
“Ohh, this is raw and intense.”
“…………………………………………gasp♡“
After a while, her finger let go again. I can’t take it anymore. I want to go home quickly. I need to hurry back and comfort my poor son.
“Well then, until next time.”
“Haah… haah… w-wait, please… just a little more…”
“Ohh…”
Maybe what Kei, the bartender, once said about “Honoka being secretly intense” wasn’t wrong after all.
In the end, after being begged by Honoka-san for about five more rounds, I finally got home past 3 a.m. Completely exhausted, I collapsed into bed without even being able to comfort my pitiful son.
That night, Honoka-san appeared in my dreams, so I went all out and had a wild time.
