"Rimono, when are you planning to come back? I can wait a bit."
Masaki, the brown-haired young man standing at the door, paced the small area, eagerly hoping his girlfriend, Rimono Momoki, would return soon.
"Ahn... But with this heavy rain, I didn't bring an umbrella, and I don't have much money left. Do you want me to walk back in the rain?" Rimono Momoki tilted her head, looking at the dense raindrops hitting the window, gently chiding Masaki on the phone.
"You're right. I'm so sorry, I didn't think about how you must feel. But the rain is getting heavier, and even with an umbrella, it's not ideal for me to go out in it now. I'll just wait here at your door for a bit, until the rain lets up, and then leave." Masaki's voice came through the phone, tinged with apology and regret.
"Ah? Masaki-kun, you're going to wait at my door?" Rimono Momoki was startled by Masaki's decision and asked, surprised enough that she propped herself up on the bed.
"Mhm, what's wrong? Anyway, going out now, even with an umbrella, will soak me quite a bit. It's better to wait by your door until the rain lightens up. Isn't that better?" Masaki's voice held a note of confusion, unsure why Rimono Momoki's reaction was so dramatic.
"Uh, no, nothing. It's just not right to leave you waiting at my door like this... Ah!" Rimono Momoki was trying to explain when Alistair suddenly pulled her towards the window, startling her into instinctively crying out.
"Rimono, what's wrong? Did dessert get on your clothes?" Masaki, who was somewhat used to his girlfriend Rimono Momoki's jumpiness, wasn't too worried. After all, Rimono Momoki had just said she was at her favorite dessert shop, so nothing serious could happen. Considering Rimono Momoki's occasional clumsiness, it was likely she'd spilled some dessert on her clothes.
"Ah? Uh, yes. I accidentally got some cream from my favorite cake on my clothes. It's so hard to wash out." Alistair hadn't teased Rimono Momoki again after pulling her over, so Rimono Momoki quickly recovered, but was still scrambling for an explanation. She hadn't expected Masaki to so cooperatively provide a "reason," so Rimono Momoki simply took the opportunity to brush him off.
"I knew it, Rimono. You're still so clumsy. It worries me a lot. You need to be careful... blah blah blah..." Masaki started giving fatherly advice, talking non-stop about taking care of herself.
"Mhm, mhm..." Listening to Masaki's every instruction, Rimono Momoki's back was pressed tightly against Alistair's chest. The warm contact and the inexplicably comfortable feeling caused her face to heat up continuously. If there were a mirror in front of her, Rimono Momoki would surely see that her cheeks were completely flushed.
"Aahhh~~~"
Rimono Momoki suddenly shrieked. Her two sensitive points had been seized by Alistair again. This time, Alistair was gently rubbing the abnormally sensitive little cherries with the pads of his fingers. Coupled with the intensified sensation due to Alistair's [Pheromones], waves of "electric current" surged upward from the pink cherries, striking Rimono Momoki's brain and making her feel unbelievably comfortable.
"...Hmm? What is it, Rimono? Did you spill more on your clothes? I told you to be careful." Hearing Rimono Momoki's shriek, Masaki on the phone didn't take it seriously, assuming she had been clumsy again, and spoke with some exasperation.
"Miss, here is your strawberry milk, please enjoy."
Alistair suddenly felt playful. He moved his face close to the phone, then realized it was too close and moved slightly away. He discreetly cleared his throat and spoke in a moderate, formal tone, pretending to be a waiter.
"Oh? Rimono, you like strawberry milk now? I don't think I've ever seen you drink it." Masaki on the other end didn't suspect Alistair but shifted his attention to the strawberry milk, curious why Rimono Momoki had suddenly started drinking it.
"Ah? Yes, I suddenly felt like having some, so I ordered a cup, and I asked for extra sugar." Rimono Momoki was confused as to why Alistair said she ordered strawberry milk, but she had to quickly cover for Masaki, so she went along with Alistair's words.
"You really still love sweets. Eating so much sugar, you might get problems with your teeth! Plus, the calories in sugar are high. Didn't you say you wanted to lose weight?" Masaki didn't doubt Rimono Momoki's words at all, simply complaining about her decision to diet.
Rimono Momoki couldn't finish listening to Masaki because Alistair grabbed one of her plump "fruits" with one hand, leaned his head forward slightly, and lifted the "fruit" up. Under Alistair's control, the tender, sensitive little cherry was perfectly positioned for him. Alistair opened his mouth and, right in front of Rimono Momoki's eyes, took her soft little cherry into his mouth.
This was only possible because Rimono Momoki's melons were large enough and sufficiently soft.
"Mmph... If I don't eat enough, how will I have the energy to lose weight~"
Masaki had just finished speaking. Rimono Momoki, whose mind was nearly blank from the sudden, intense stimulation, wanted to "sing" out loud, but the last thread of rationality held fast. She deliberately used a tone of playful rebuttal and coquettishness to mask her intensely aroused inner state and the moans in her throat, even her eyes becoming seductive.
"That's just twisted logic."
Perhaps the sound of the heavy rain hitting the ground and the house distracted Masaki, preventing him from noticing any abnormality in Rimono Momoki's voice.
Rimono Momoki, however, had no energy to respond now. She bit her lower lip, struggling just to cope with the "high-voltage electricity" constantly bombarding her brain. She had never imagined that this kind of activity could bring such intense pleasure. She had heard that this was only foreplay and that the last step, penetration, was the most satisfying. But if it was this comfortable now, how comfortable would it be after penetration? Rimono Momoki could no longer imagine.
It should be noted that Alistair's [Pheromones] provided a significant pleasure multiplier. Furthermore, the longer the physical contact with Alistair, the more sensitive she became (this sensitivity was specific to contact with Alistair; contact with others remained normal). If the time was long enough, just holding hands with Alistair could send her soaring to outer space.
Additionally, contact with Alistair's bodily fluids accelerated the effect of the [Pheromones]. Combined with Rimono Momoki's little cherries being more sensitive than average, it was quite a feat that she hadn't climaxed a third time, provided Alistair didn't take any further action. Otherwise, given Rimono Momoki's current state of being close to "collapse," she might lose control of the floodgates, and a "waterfall" would gush forth.
But would Alistair stop his actions? Clearly not.
Alistair didn't pull Rimono Momoki to the window for no reason. He held Rimono Momoki with one hand and gently leaned her against the window. The slight tilt made Rimono Momoki subconsciously brace her free hand on the window, resulting in a loud thump. Fortunately, the heavy rain hitting the window perfectly masked the sound.
Next, Alistair gently turned Rimono Momoki's head. Following Alistair's movement, her gaze fell upon the brown-haired young man outside. He was still sitting at the door, not moving, cross-legged, holding an open umbrella angled forward to block the wind-blown rain, and holding his phone to his ear, still waiting for Rimono Momoki's response.
Unfortunately, Rimono Momoki had no surplus brain capacity to think about Masaki anymore. Alistair's mouth, which had only been sucking on the little cherry, was no longer content. His tongue was now licking and twirling the sensitive little cherry. Compared to the tender little cherry, Alistair's tongue was noticeably rougher. Compared to the friction caused by Alistair's fingertips, the complex stimulation—warm, moist, and containing a slight, rough friction—delivered by Alistair's tongue-licking method was clearly more effective.
Rimono Momoki's eyes widened, staring at the figure sitting cross-legged at the door outside the window. Her mind, however, was a churning tidal wave. Looking at that figure, a subtle, indescribable feeling arose in Rimono Momoki's heart. This feeling amplified the pleasure delivered by the other stimulation, making her even more aroused.
Rimono Momoki began trembling all over, her muscles tensing up. Her panties, which had become dark after two "rinsings," had been removed by Alistair at some point, leaving her tender, pink secret garden, which was constantly "flowing," completely exposed.
"Hmph hmph... Hmph hmph... Wooo~~~"
Rimono Momoki pushed against the window with her hands, pressing her entire body tightly against Alistair. The tremors in her body were transferred to Alistair, making even him slightly unsteady. But it didn't matter; Alistair didn't mind adding more fuel to the fire.
So, Alistair, while maintaining his previous actions, sucked harder. If Rimono Momoki still had the ability to think at that moment, she would have known exactly what Alistair meant by "strawberry milk"—sucking the "milk" while simultaneously giving Rimono Momoki's "milk" a "strawberry."
But Rimono Momoki was incapable of knowing. Her mind had long been washed blank by the surging waves. She was already soaring into the sky...
Hmph hmph...
Alistair looked at the stream of fluid splashing out of Rimono Momoki and then at Rimono Momoki's boyfriend sitting at the door. A deep sense of pleasure arose in his heart.