“Once I start……”

His hand parted her er*tic thighs with just a slight force.

Catherine opened her reddened eyes wide and gasped in shock. Her trembling expression looked quite adorable.

“I told you I won’t stop even if you cry.”

He could feel Catherine trying to tense her thighs and pull her hips back. With her arms still restrained, actively resisting was impossible.

Catherine squirmed pitifully, too frail to put up a fight.

He deliberately applied pressure with his fingertips, pushing into the inner thigh that Catherine was trying so desperately to hide.

Michael’s stiff finger burrowed between the moist, hot flesh that was clenched as tightly as her thighs.

“…Hnng!”

Surprised, Catherine quickly inhaled with her face burning red. Her heaving chest swelled dramatically.

“W-wait…!! Hik! Ah, mmm……”

Though Michael’s heart pounded at exploring this unknown territory for the first time, he didn’t show it.

He stared directly at it while rubbing the damp underwear and intimate flesh beneath his fingertips.

“I, th-that… ah! Hnn! I-it’s embarrassing!”

Catherine pleaded with a trembling voice.

“What’s embarrassing?”

At his low, whispering question, she whimpered.

“…It’s wet. Too, too wet……”

This was the first time her panties had been this soaked. When her curiosity about s*x first developed and she started learning about it, she knew that a woman’s body produced something when aroused.

But she’d never heard it would be this much, which was why Catherine felt so flustered now.

“So don’t touch it like that. It’s dirty.”

Michael stared at her as she spoke with a tearful expression, then suddenly planted a kiss on her lips.

“Wh-what, so suddenly?”

“I don’t know. You suddenly looked cute.”

“…Whaaat?”

She couldn’t believe it.

Catherine stared at her childhood friend’s unfamiliar face as he smiled while watching her whimper.

She’d told him it was dirty, so why would he call it cute? She couldn’t understand.

And then…

“Nnh! D-don’t touch it, I said!”

Why won’t he listen?

“When having s*x, this part is supposed to be touched. Don’t you even know that?”

She knew. She did know, but being touched in her current state felt uncomfortable.

What if this wasn’t love juice from pleasure, but urine from feeling too good? That’s what worried her.

‘Then I’d really have to bite my tongue and die.’

If she had rushed into wanting to have s*x only to wet herself in front of her childhood friend, she’d have nothing to say even on her deathbed.

Catherine whimpered and tried hard to tense her legs, but it was useless.

Michael’s pushing force was too strong.

“Ha, stop, nnh…! S-stop it!”

“Stop what? We haven’t even started yet.”

His finger pushed in smoothly, finally parting her legs and rubbing over her wet underwear.

Catherine shook her bright red face vigorously, but Michael’s finger had no intention of stopping. What was even more maddening was that the more roughly Michael’s strong hand moved, the wetter Catherine’s place became.

At this point, it was no different from gushing out. She felt like dying from embarrassment.

“I said it’s dirty!”

“It’s not.”

Michael, who had been eagerly rubbing over the slippery underwear, finally lifted the annoying fabric and pushed his finger into Catherine’s bare flesh.

“Hik!”

“You really are very wet.”

His hand slid in smoothly, parting the closed flesh and rubbing the delicate skin.

“It’s soft.”

The sensation of touching that place for the first time in his life fascinated him.

Michael muttered excitedly with a face that couldn’t hide his curiosity. He lightly bit his lower lip before releasing it and licked his lips.

Michael, you pervert. To think such an expression was hiding beneath that noble face!

Catherine twisted her waist, feeling like she was going crazy.

“…Don’t do that.”

“Be quiet. This is what happens when you keep running your mouth about wanting s*x.”

He whispered with a growl, baring his teeth. His roughened voice sounded much more threatening than usual.

“You, you… nnh! It’s strange, hik, strange.”

“I wonder if this place is normally this wet… This much is almost like… you wet yourself, isn’t it?”

“Hey!”

Catherine shouted at his expl*cit, crude words. He pressed his forehead against hers as if telling her to lower her voice and made a shushing sound.

Michael smiled as he looked into her resentful eyes. Though his smile made him look kind again, the fingers messing with Catherine’s lower region were anything but.

Squelch. Squish—

Every time his fingers moved, lewd sounds echoed.

Oh, my God… Catherine squeezed her eyes shut.

“Catherine, can you hear this sound?”

“Ah, hmm…! Hic……”

She could only make sobbing sounds without answering.

Even though he just slightly moved his finger against the tightly closed flesh, the sloshing wet sounds were abundant. She couldn’t understand why this was happening.

“I asked if you can hear it.”

“I don’t know… I don’t knooow.”

“If you don’t answer properly, I’m going to push my finger inside right now.”

“!”

As if his threat were real, Michael poked at her hidden entrance with his fingertip. Catherine, who had been pulling her hips back, opened her eyes wide and glared at him.

Squish—

Michael maintained eye contact with her while deliberately rubbing and massaging his fingers to make noise. As expected, the lewd, squelching sound echoed dully throughout the quiet room.

“…Did you hear that just now?”

There was no way she couldn’t hear that vivid sound. Though both Catherine and Michael obviously knew this, he insisted on making her answer. Catherine, who had been nibbling on her lower lip, finally answered in a small voice.

“…Yes, I hear it. I hear it. Hnn!”

Michael chuckled, and simultaneously, his finger swimming between her wet flesh moved even more explicitly.

Squish— Squish.

That sound echoed thickly again.

“Ah, uh… Hmmp.”

Each time, the area where Michael’s hand touched became more itchy. She was dying of embarrassment, but something felt missing. As he said, she started thinking it would be nice if he just pushed his finger in.

The thought of being embarrassed about possibly wetting herself had long since flown away. She both anticipated and feared how that finger would move further inside her intimate place.

Truly, she felt at a complete loss.

“This is what happens when you run your mouth.”

“…You pretended, hnn, not to be interested… Ah, ahh, but you’re a pervert.”

She shot him a sharp glance with tears in her eyes, but Michael didn’t even blink. He retorted indifferently.

“That’s right. I didn’t know it myself, but I guess I’m a bit of a pervert, Catherine.”

“How can you be so, hnn, shameless……”

It was then. The fingertip that had been gently rubbing the long split area brushed past a small, delicate protrusion somewhere near the top.

Hik.

At that moment, Catherine twisted her waist at the electrifying sensation. Michael, who was pressed close against her, couldn’t fail to notice that subtle movement. He paused his finger slightly and observed her as he replied.

“But Catherine. I’m accommodating you right now.”

“What?”

“…Since you’re being so lewd. I’m acting lewd too.”

Michael moved his finger to find the spot where she had reacted earlier.

His fingertip, thoroughly soaked with Catherine’s juices, slid smoothly wherever it touched. As he felt his way up, he stopped near the entrance where the two fleshy parts split. At that moment, Catherine urgently murmured without realizing it.

“Ah…! Th-there……”

“Here?”

Catherine, who had been hesitating from embarrassment, nodded slightly.

As if given permission, Michael’s finger moved gently. He drew delicate circles, caressed, and rubbed while observing Catherine’s reactions.

“Ah… nnh! Hmm…! Mmm… mm.”

Every time Michael’s fingertip brushed over the small protrusion, it tormented her with the feeling that some great stimulation was about to come but never quite did. Catherine’s body heated up from the unidentifiable pleasure.

‘A little more, a bit more… I wish he’d do it harder… Ugh… I don’t know, I don’t know.’

Her lower back trembled as the pleasure gradually rose. As she twisted her body in response, her exposed br*asts swayed. Michael didn’t hold back and bit into them again.

“Ah!”

When Michael’s hot breath touched her br*ast, which had been wet and cooled, an electrifying sensation rushed through her, making even her fine hairs stand on end.

On top of that, because of his fingers stimulating her sensitive nub since earlier, her already wet place became completely drenched with moisture.

It felt extremely strange to have her br*asts being bitten while her lower region was being toyed with by his fingers. The intense pleasure was melting Catherine’s brain.

“…Haa, ah! Haah! Michael, I think I’m coming out, coming out too much……”

“Yeah… You’re coming out too much……”

Michael, muttering this, suddenly pulled his hand away from Catherine’s p*ssy and lifted it up.

“!”

When Michael’s hand, soaking wet with her juices, suddenly appeared before her eyes, Catherine was utterly shocked. The sight of those thoroughly wet, glistening fingers made her dizzy.

“Look, you’re this wet.”

He smiled crookedly and deliberately spread his wet fingers. Catherine wanted to die from embarrassment.

“Ah, uh… You’re really mean. Wh-what are you doing? Wipe it quickly. It’s dirty!”

“It’s not.”

“I said it’s dirty. Let’s wipe it, quickly!”

Catherine pleaded with him, almost crying.

Her eyes turned red from embarrassment.

The moisture that had been gathering wetly finally formed droplets and rose up. In front of Catherine’s resentful glare, Michael deliberately rubbed his wet fingers together. The moisture coating his fingers glistened obscenely.

“…At times like this, you’re surprisingly mean-spirited.”

“I know.”

Michael replied nonchalantly while looking at Catherine’s juices on his hand. Why was he staring at it… Just as Catherine was anxiously biting her lower lip, something unbelievable happened.