Chapter 47 : To the Rooftop Without Panties

After being deeply pierced inside my pussy,

Yena slowly began to pull her hand back.

Squelch… Slurp…

“…Ngh.”

The unsatisfying feeling remained.

It wasn’t the kind meant to consider me.

She must be doing this to see my reaction.

And just as she wanted, my body—

Trembled like a leaf, shaking uncontrollably.

“Haahk, hng… Ugh, haah…”

Before long, all her fingers slipped out of me,

And I tried to calm my tightly wound body.

Between my panting, Yena’s fingers came into faint view.

She moved them, bringing them right before my eyes.

Drops of lewd juice dripped from her fingertips, scattering onto the cold tile floor.

Gulp…

“Ugh, r-really, you’re out of your mind…”

As her finger pressed against my lips, I immediately sealed my mouth shut.

Does she think I’m her slave or something?

Trying to make me drink my own juices again.

I didn’t want to do that anymore.

‘…But if I refuse, she’ll probably go wild again.’

Yet, surprisingly, Yena gave up without a fight.

Instead, she brought her fingers to her own lips.

“Slurp.”

Deliberately making obscene sounds as she sucked them.

This felt dangerous.

Why is she acting like this all of a sudden?

She’s not usually like this.

“…You already did whatever you wanted.”

My danger sensors kept blaring.

She was definitely planning something weird again.

“Pah, lick, schlurp. Mmm…”

“If you’re gonna make me do something weird again, stop.”

Yena just kept staring into my eyes.

Not answering, she sucked on her fingers like they were ice cream.

As if demonstrating—this is how it’s done.

The way she passionately licked her own fingers was just…

Lewd.

Dirty.

Insanely filthy.

The red fruit occasionally peeking through her sticky lips.

Blood rushed to my face, muddling my thoughts.

Because of that, I didn’t notice at all

When another one of her fingers slid downward.

“Huhk?!”

A finger slipped between my sticky thighs.

Startled, I jolted—and Yena giggled.

Annoyed, I almost hit her, but held back, worried about what might come next.

She rubbed below, coating her fingers in more of my wetness.

Since she’d already licked one clean, was she refilling to feed me again?

Squish, squelch, schlick.

“Ngh! Ah, hhk!”

Short moans burst out one after another.

She hadn’t even inserted anything—why was I like this?

My body felt strange.

Was I just Yena’s personal toy now?

She coated three fingers—index to ring—thickly with my juices

And brought them back to my face.

A sweet scent.

Had I really made this much down there?

It made me keep denying reality.

Under her intense gaze, I weakly tried to negotiate.

“…Just one.”

“Ssip.”

“Wait—why should I even have to do this?!”

Now that I thought about it, why?

Her sucking her own fingers was just because she wanted to.

If it tasted so good, she could’ve just kept it to herself.

Why insist on feeding it to me?

Yena frowned slightly before stubbornly smearing her fingers over my lips.

“Mmph…”

“Just once, okay?”

Her eyes sparkled.

Tilting her head slightly, she pouted her lips.

In an instant, she switched tactics—pressuring me in a different way.

‘This… is totally cheating. She’s too cute…’

That uncharacteristically fragile aura.

Even though I knew it was an act.

I still couldn’t refuse.

Eventually, my lips parted, allowing her fingers in.

“Hahp.”

“You like this? Heh.”

It’s fine—just suck a little and it’ll be over.

I just hated that feeling of being forced.

Sex itself wasn’t bad—I even liked it.

Three fingers slid fully into my mouth.

A slightly suffocating sensation.

The sticky fluid that followed had a peculiar taste.

Not wanting to savor it, I swallowed every drop as soon as it touched my tongue.

After gulping enough, I used my throat muscles to move back and forth.

Three fingers were harder to handle than expected.

Soon, the long digits were fully coated inside my mouth.

“Schlurp, pah…”

“Told you to clean, but you’re pampering them. Hehe.”

“Stop… saying weird stuff… haah…”

Having gotten what she wanted, Yena reverted to her usual sly, perverted self.

“…Yena.”

“Yeah?”

A sudden innocent question crossed my mind.

While I was this drenched—what about her?

Barely holding back embarrassment, I asked:

“Are you… not wet…?”

“Of course I am. Just not as shamelessly as you…”

Was that really necessary?

Even asking this was insanely humiliating.

Yena reached into her own clothes.

“Don’t worry, I brought an extra.”

A soft pink handkerchief pulled from her inner pocket.

I wondered why she had one—until I saw it.

She wiped her saliva-covered hand with it.

“Hm? Oh, this isn’t for that, obviously.”

Tap.

The handkerchief was placed on my head.

“It’s not even a stand, are you kidding me?”

I roughly grabbed and pulled down that handkerchief.

Yena took out a pure white cloth from the other inner pocket.

I was sure she didn’t have it when we left home together…

“When did you— ahem— No, that’s, that’s mine?”

“Did you leave it with me?”

“…”

Haha, unbelievable.

The lukewarm, damp feeling of my panties was already extremely uncomfortable.

And she’s gonna change into a fresh pair?

So I’m supposed to endure the whole afternoon in wet panties?

“I didn’t leave it with you, but— This! This is all your fault! So y-you should take responsibility…!”

Her confidence faded with every word.

Even I could tell how ridiculous it sounded.

“Wow, shameless.”

“…”

Her blunt response left me speechless.

Yena giggled playfully and spoke up.

“Let’s do this. I’ll go out of the academy real quick to buy new underwear. You wait in the classroom first.”

“But what do I do on the way there?”

It was a generous offer, but there was a big problem.

Was I supposed to walk around commando…?

And Winter was probably waiting for me alone on the rooftop right now.

“Should I just go alone?”

“…Fine, fine. Ugh…”

The cooling dampness of my panties felt grossly sticky.

The handkerchief in my hand suddenly vanished.

Now held in Yena’s grip—a square piece of fabric.

She grabbed one side of my panties and pulled them down.

“Stay still.”

“Eek— H-hey, are you crazy?”

“I’m not crazy.”

Her hand slid lower, peeling off my panties completely.

She probably meant to wipe me with the handkerchief, but…

I didn’t like how she insisted on stripping me first.

Her fingers tapped my thigh, and I lifted that leg.

She did the same to the other side, finally freeing me from the sticky fabric.

Now fully exposed, the breeze felt weird down there.

My skirt had always been long, so no one could tell I was pantyless.

Yena flipped up my skirt and ducked her head inside.

I tried to stop her—was this really necessary?

Mwah.

“Eep!”

Warm lips pressed right against my clit.

My hips jerked, and a tingling warmth spread below.

“Ah, it’s even wetter now.”

“If you’re gonna wipe—ah! Just wipe, don’t…!”

After that, Yena slowly cleaned every part of me with the soft cloth.

I bit back moans as her touch lingered.

Wiping up my slick took way longer than I expected.

Probably because Yena was slow.

Definitely not because I kept gushing.

Finally, Yena emerged from under my skirt, looking oddly refreshed.

She faced me, holding my panties and the handkerchief in each hand.

Her own panties seemed to be back in her pocket.

“Go to class first. I’ll change and catch up.”

“W-what about my panties…?”

“I’d prefer if you left quietly while I’m being nice…”

“…”

No clue what she was thinking, but she clutched my panties tightly, refusing to return them.

She folded the handkerchief over them, then pulled something else from her pocket.

“Here. Take this.”

“You had another one…?”

A different handkerchief—this one pale purple.

Matching her hair color.

“Now hurry up and leave.”

“Ughhh—”

Yena shoved my back.

Overpowered, I stumbled out.

Trying to ignore the draft below, I suddenly remembered why I’d come here in the first place.

“Ah! Oh right— Hey! Give me back my pho—”

Thud.

Click.

The stall door locked firmly behind me.

Silence.

Only the occasional rustle of her changing clothes.

Sigh…

I stuffed the purple handkerchief into my pocket and headed to meet Winter, who was probably waiting impatiently.

School rooftop.

Under the blazing sun, I met Winter and got her advice.

“So, to sum it up—just act completely uninterested?”

“Bingo.”

Luckily, Winter had arrived around the same time.

If I’d been any earlier, I’d have been the one waiting.

We met at the staircase, and I was so relieved.

Anyway.

Winter had my whole situation with Yena figured out.

Vividly, like she’d lived it herself.

I repeated her teachings in my head.

“Even if she initiates skinship, push her away immediately. Don’t approach her first… What else?”

“No subtle acceptance. If you say no, don’t go limp.”

“Eek… I’ve never done that.”

The recent scene overlapped in my mind.

How did she even know this stuff?

My trust in her skyrocketed.

“Just do that for now.”

“Sigh… Are you sure this’ll work?”

“You haven’t even confessed, right? Then this is the way.”

“Well… I guess? Mind games, huh? Fine. I’ll try my best.”

Rule #1 of Seduction:

Act like you couldn’t care less.

I engraved my master’s teachings into my mind.

…Thank god.

She probably doesn’t know I’m not wearing panties.