A Mistake, Held in Your Arms ~ I Don’t Want to Marry My Matchmaking Partner, So I Will Offer My Virginity to You ~ - Chapter 16.2

“You’re adorable…”

The whispered voice melted against her ear, severing the last threads of her reason.

Before long, the two lay atop the futon.

Keiichiro’s arm wrapped around Hina’s waist, his warmth seeping into her.

Hina, too, instinctively reached out, pulling his back closer.

“Hina…”

Sweetly murmured against her ear, a large palm gently cupped her cheek.

With a soft exhale, Keiichiro’s lips descended upon her neck.

Again and again—firm, relentless kisses.

A ticklish, aching heat spread from her neck downward.

Each time his lips parted from her skin, the absence left her flesh throbbing with longing.

“…I want to mark you here, too.”

Whispering the words, Keiichiro pressed his lips firmly against the hollow of her collarbone, sucking hard.

A wet sound escaped as he pulled away, leaving behind a bloom of crimson, like a flower unfurling.

Fingers combed gently through her hair, and Hina’s heart trembled.

His lips traced merciless paths—her neck, her shoulders, her collarbone, then lower still—etching his affection into her skin.

The folds of her yukata were carefully parted, baring her upper body to the moonlight.

The moment her full breasts were exposed, Keiichiro drew a sharp breath, cradling them in his hands before lowering his lips to one.

“Nn…!”

Holding her shivering body close, he suckled at her breast.

A faint pink mark rose swiftly where his mouth had been.

Seeing it, Keiichiro’s eyes narrowed with satisfaction before repeating the act on the other—this time deeper, darker.

His lips wandered lower still—her stomach, her sides, her waist.

Each kiss was deliberate, unhurried, yet insistent, leaving behind a trail of wet sounds and heated skin.

With every new mark, a sweet, restless ache spread through Hina’s chest.

The realization that she was being claimed—utterly, completely his—sent tremors coursing through her core.

Keiichiro’s lips descended further—her thighs, her knees, her shins, the tops of her feet.

There was no escape. Each kiss felt like a ritual, as though he were inscribing his claim across every inch of her.

Her leg was lifted, lips brushing against her calf.

Then—slowly—a tongue dragged upward.

“Nn…!”

The sensation against her sensitive skin drew a small gasp from Hina, her body writhing.

Heat pooled between her thighs, her body already aching for him despite not yet being touched there.

“Here too, Hina… a precious place.”

With the whisper, his lips met her most intimate flesh. Shame and confusion swelled in her chest, but her body reacted on its own.

“Th-There… you can’t…!”

Yet Keiichiro parted her legs without hesitation, his tongue gliding forward. Slowly, meticulously, he traced the delicate folds already slick with arousal.

“Nn, ah…!”

Though the sensation was focused solely there, it sent shivers through her entire body.

Hina’s back arched instinctively, trembling as sweet waves overtook her.

Her core pulsed, clenching as if begging for him.

His tongue soon found the swollen bud, flicking lightly against it.

“Ah! Ahn!”

A sweet, startled cry escaped her—one she hadn’t even known she could make. As if in answer, his lips and tongue lavished attention there again and again, teasing, worshipping.

Schlick, schlick. The wet sounds filled the room. She should have been embarrassed, should have wanted to flee—yet something swelled from deep within, clouding her thoughts.

“Hah… ah… ah, ahh…!”

Her body burned, strength leaving her limbs. She no longer knew what was happening to her—only that her core clenched tighter, her body rocked by another deep tremor.

Each slow, deliberate stroke of his tongue sent pleasure radiating outward, tingling all the way to her toes—until—

“Ah, ahh…! I-I can’t…! Ah, ah, no more… haah, nn, ah, ahh—!”

The wave of ecstasy crashed over her, and Hina reached her peak once more.

By the time she came to, their clothes were even more disheveled.

Hina’s underrobe hung loose, the sash undone, no longer serving its purpose.

Keiichiro’s yukata had slipped open, revealing his sculpted chest.

When he tugged at her sleeve, the fabric slid away with a whisper, leaving her bare. Shame made her squirm.

Hesitantly, Hina reached for Keiichiro’s yukata in turn.

With each brush of her fingers, more of his toned arms and firm chest came into view. The unfamiliar closeness made her breath hitch, her heart pounding as if ready to burst.

Just the thought of being held against that chest again set her cheeks aflame, her eyes misting.

With nothing left between them, they entwined once more.

The moment their heated skin met, Keiichiro pulled her tightly against him—so tightly Hina felt her very heart might melt.

“…At last, I can truly hold you.”

At those words, Hina gave a small nod.

Shame and joy tangled together, making her body tremble.

For a while, they simply held each other in silence.

It felt as though all the days they had spent together were replaying between them.

Then Keiichiro sat up, crossing his legs, and pulled Hina into his lap.

“Hina, come here…”