“Good morning, Tatsuya-kun! Today’s wedding is going to be a bit larger, so let’s give it our all at work, okay?”
“…Yes, let’s do our best.”
When I arrived at my part-time job at Ange Terrace on Saturday, Honoka-san greeted me with a radiant smile.
“Huh? Tatsuya-kun, are you feeling okay?”
“Ah, no, it’s nothing. Let’s do our best!”
I replied to Honoka-san, who tilted her head slightly, with a forced smile. Ever since I heard Honoka-san’s seductive voice the other day, I haven’t been able to look at her face properly. I can’t believe that someone with such a bright and cheerful smile could make such a voice… And lately, I’ve been having all sorts of erotic dreams about Honoka-san. Just thinking about it makes my “anger rod” go into battle mode. There’s no way I can handle my duties as a hall staff member in this state.
Honoka-san smiled again and brought her mouth close to my ear, saying:
“Also, about Mr. Son, thank you so much. I’m fine with every day, so let him know to just let me know when it’s convenient for him.”
“…Ooh, I don’t think I can handle this.”
“Huh?”
“Ah, no, it’s nothing. I’ll let Mr. Son know.”
As I replied, Honoka-san left with a beautiful wink and a smile. You’re doing great, all glowing and radiant. Meanwhile, I’m over here, completely worn out.
「……………………………………………………ん♡…………………………………………………………………………………………………]
“To heaven, we offer our breasts. We humbly pray, may our oppai be lifted up.”
In the dimly lit confessional of the church, Honoka-san’s seductive voice and my prayerful words echo. I try to distract myself from imagining Honoka-san’s erotic figure by focusing on offering my prayers, but it doesn’t seem to be very effective.
Since that time, we’ve secretly met like this in the confessional several times to help Honoka-san “level up,” but with each meeting, Honoka-san becomes more and more heated.
It’s as if my hands are something precious to her, and she begins to caress them gently. Naturally, the more surface area she touches, the more experience points are transferred, meaning Honoka-san’s pleasure increases. But, as expected of the reserved Honoka-san, she seems to take it all in stride.
「……………………………………………………ぁ♡…………………………………………………………………………………ん♡………………………………………………………………………………」
“Honoka-saan, what’s your level now?”
「……………………………………………んぅ♡…………………………………………………………………………………はぁ♡はぁ♡………………………………………………………………………………ぁ、ぁ、ぁ♡」
“Honoka-saan?”
“…Mmm♡ Ah, yes! I’ve reached level 25!”
After rubbing my right hand over and over, and finally gripping it tightly like a lover, Honoka-san snapped back to her senses. I think I’ll go home without washing this hand. Not that I plan to do anything with it. Or… do I?
“You’re progressing well, aren’t you?”
“Yes! Thank you so much! Um, Mr. Son, are you free tomorrow as well?”
“…In the name of breasts and balls, I offer my… semen.”
“Huh?”
“Ah, no. I’m free tomorrow.”
“Thank you so much!”
And so, for a while, these days of heaven and hell continued.
“Tatsuya-kun, are you okay?”
“…Ah, yes.”
He had been so troubled by his sexual desire that he had been sleep-deprived and had zoned out in the back room during his part-time job. Honoka-san, concerned, peeked her face in.
“If you’d like, I can listen to your worries. If you have anything troubling you, feel free to tell me.”
“…Yes, thank you.”
The issue at hand is actually you, though. A secretive, busty older sister.
Honoka-san peered at me with concern, and as her face drew closer, her pleasant scent filled the air. This was affecting me downstairs. Not good. You’re like walking Viagra.
“I-I’ll take care of the glass!”
I hurriedly reached for the glass, trying to distance myself from Honoka-san, but my fingers brushed against it and it fell to the floor.
“Are you okay!?”
“Ah, I-I’m sorry! I’ll clean it up!”
“Tatsuya-kun, no!”
I crouched down hurriedly to pick up the broken glass and cut my finger. A thin stream of red liquid trickled down. It dripped onto the floor.
“Tatsuya-kun!? Stand up! I’ll take care of the first aid!”
“Ah, um, sorry, I’m fine. I can go by myself!”
“Tatsuya-kun, wait!”
Ignoring Honoka-san’s attempts to stop me, I moved to the back. Sorry, but I’ll leave the glass cleanup to her.
Although there was some bleeding, the injury didn’t seem too serious. After washing it and squeezing my finger tightly, the wound started to close up. A bandage should keep it from reopening.
“Um… where was the first-aid kit again?”
“Here, Tatsuya-kun. Take this.”
While wandering around the office, Honoka-san came over and handed me a band-aid. She must have come after cleaning up the broken glass, concerned about me.
I took the large band-aid that could cover my entire finger, smiling wryly.
“Honoka-san, this is overkill.”
“It’s better to be bigger than too small, right? This doesn’t seem like something you’d do, Tatsuya-kun, touching broken glass with your bare hands.”
“Ahaha, I’ve just been a bit sleep-deprived…”
“You shouldn’t stay up too late.”
That’s because of you, you know.
I was wondering how Honoka-san managed to stay so energetic, working during the day and engaging in intense activities at night.
As I was thinking this, Honoka-san’s expression suddenly became sad.
“Tatsuya-kun. I might seem unreliable, but if anything happens, you can tell me anything. You’ve helped me, so I want to help you too.”
“Honoka-san…”
“If you ask, I’ll do anything for you!”
With that, Honoka-san pulled her arms tightly together across her chest, causing her breasts to press together.
“…Anything?”
“Yeah, anything! So feel free to ask whenever! Ah, I have to go host next! Well then, Tatsuya-kun, the hall is calm now, so you can take a nice break today!”
She said this and ran off toward the hall.
“Anything…”
Although I knew she didn’t mean it like that, I couldn’t shake the thought of that word from my head.
