Regarding the Matter of Beautiful Girls Relentlessly Seeking My Body (Experience Points) :
The dimly lit confessional booth in the church. The full moon shines through the stained glass windows, casting a fantastical atmosphere.
I rub my cold hands together as I wait for Honoka-san. My breath is visible. It’s been getting noticeably colder lately.
As I regret not dressing warmer for staying out until morning, I hear the creak of the church door opening just before midnight.
The sound of footsteps approaches, and Honoka-san opens the confessional booth door, stepping inside.
Into the side of the booth where I am.
“…Huh?”
The small confessional booth has no space for two people to sit side by side.
“It’s cold today,” Honoka-san says, sitting on my lap facing me. Fortunately, the darkness of the booth hides her face, and she likely can’t see mine either.
“Ho-Honoka-san? Why are you…?”
“Because it’s cold today,” she replies.
Honoka-san is probably bundled up, wearing a fleece-lined coat that makes her look fluffy.
“This way, we won’t be cold,” she says, hugging me tightly. Even through the layers, I can feel the softness of her body.
“Uh…”
“Do you dislike it?”
How could I possibly dislike it, damn it! I suppress the urge to shout.
“N-no, I don’t dislike it…”
“Hehe, then let’s stay like this today. Okay, Mr. Son?”
Her breath brushes against my ear, sending shivers down my spine.
“…Wǒ fēicháng ài nǐ tàiyáng,” she whispers in fluent Chinese-sounding words. I’m pretending to be Mr. Son, a Chinese man, but unfortunately, I don’t understand Chinese. Maybe she’s testing me, suspecting that I’m not actually Chinese.
“Japanese is fine,” I reply.
“Giggle. Thank you for staying with me until morning, Mr. Son.”
“Of course. I promised Tatsuya.”
“Hehehe, thank you.”
After holding me for a while, Honoka-san starts fidgeting with my clothes.
“Honoka-san, can we not hold hands?”
“It’s cold today… here… ♡”
“Whoa!”
Honoka-san slips her cold hand under my clothes, pressing it against my back. The sudden chill makes me let out a strange sound.
“Aah, it’s warm… ♡”
“I-I’m shy…”
“………………………………ngh♡………………………………………………………………Mr. Son, you too……………………………………………………please♡………………………………………………warm up♡”
Honoka-san grabs my arm and slips it under her clothes. Her smooth, warm stomach feels soft and warm…
“Nnnnnnngh♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡…………………………how is it?……warm, isn’t it?…………………………ngh♡”
“It’s really warm…”
I forget to speak in broken Japanese and answer honestly.
“I-I’m getting………………………………hot too♡”
Unable to pull my hand away from Honoka-san’s warm body, I can’t resist touching her soft skin. Her sides, her back, her slightly raised shoulder blades. In the dim confessional booth, we can’t see each other’s expressions, but I can guess what Honoka-san’s face looks like from her hot breath.
As I touch her thin back, my fingers brush against something. Something like cloth, or an elastic band. I swallow hard. Noticing my reaction, Honoka-san whispers seductively in my ear.
“Hey, Mr. Son?”
“Ah… wh-what is it?”
Honoka-san giggles seductively, her lips brushing against my ear.
“It’s okay, you can take it off♡”
“…!”
I wonder which came undone first—my restraint or the garment.
After that,
“Kuu♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡Kuu”
Honoka-san’s level has surpassed 200.
