A collection of Japanese short stories ( R18 )

His hands slid under my blouse, pushed my bra aside, and found my nipples.

"Ah...!"

My voice was cut short as his remaining arm encircled me from behind.

We were supposed to work the night shift together, but my senior had skipped work and was taking a nap in the break room. I had just gone to wake him up when this happened.

The senior, who had been forced to work an unreasonable shift at the part-time job, must have been particularly tired today. After working on an exhibition at a studio near the university in the morning, he had been called to work the night shift at a family restaurant.

However, I was a little happy to hear that another male employee who was supposed to join me that night had been replaced by a more senior employee.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Match..."

I had my eyes closed, waiting for a kiss, but then Senpai came up behind me and lightly sank his teeth into my neck. More than the pain, it was the sound of Senpai's breath on my neck that made my heart beat faster.

If I had wanted to, I'm sure I could have shaken him off with all my strength, but my hands grabbed his arm around my waist and held him down from above.

Somewhere in my heart, I had hoped this would happen one day.

And for better or worse, my senior, who had just woken up, was wild.

I shook my head at my invisible senior.

I felt as if all order had been blown away, leaving only the result. As I did so, my nipples were rubbed by my senior's fingers, becoming hard and stiff. The air conditioning in the break room was supposed to be on, but the breath on my neck and the warmth of each other's bodies felt through our clothes was hot.

"Ah!?"

Just as my nipples were as hard as they could be, my senior's hands came off my chest and pushed me down onto the sofa in the break room. I had fallen forward, and when I tried to get up, he just said, "Just like that," and lifted up my skirt.

I buried my face in the cigarette-smelling couch and held my breath until my senior pulled my shorts off.

If I had known it would end like this, I would have worn cuter underwear... But contrary to my thoughts, my senior didn't seem to have any attachment to the piece of cloth. I could tell that my shorts, which had been pushed down to my knees, were incredibly wet.

"Nice?"

He didn't ask permission or anything. I think that's what he said.

Thin, cold, long fingers entered.

"Ah! Ah... ahh..."

His fingers were buried inside me, even in places I couldn't reach with mine. Without even seeing him, I went numb from the sensation of his middle finger sliding into my vagina.

The thumb was silently pressed against the clitoris, the index finger forcefully opened the entrance, and the ring and little fingers, along with the middle finger, relentlessly scratched the back of the pubic bone.

"Ahh... ha, ahh!"

Instead of words, drool dripped carelessly, falling like drops onto the sofa.

Senpai's cold middle finger turned into the same heat inside me, and I unconsciously grabbed my breasts. As I squeezed my hard nipples, an inexplicable numbness washed over me from above and below.

"Ah! Ahhh!? Aaaaaahhh!!"

My body shot up against my will and collapsed onto the sofa. Breathing shallowly, I looked down at my senior at my feet.

There is a Senior.

Even if I tried to copy her, the short hair didn't look much like her. Her slanted, mischievous eyes are cute. Even in pants, she has a good figure and everyone likes her.

"Hey, Senpai."

"What is it?"

"Can I have a kiss, please?"

She had a very cute face.