A Mistake, Held in Your Arms ~ I Don’t Want to Marry My Matchmaking Partner, So I Will Offer My Virginity to You ~ - Chapter 16.3

Her heart fluttered at his inviting voice as she settled against his chest.

Enveloped in his soft embrace, Hina let out an involuntary sigh of relief. But the moment she felt something pressing against her hip, her body stiffened.

(…Ah—)

Keiichiro’s hardened length was pressed firmly against her backside. His arousal pulsed against her, sending tingling waves through her, and she couldn’t help the throbbing heat between her thighs.

“What’s wrong?”

“N-No… It’s just…”

She hesitated, unsure if she should admit it, her words trailing off.

As if sensing her hesitation, Keiichiro let out a soft chuckle against the nape of her neck.

“Forgive me. I’ve been waiting too long—I can’t hold back anymore.”

His whisper was sweet as he nipped at her earlobe.

A shiver ran down her spine at the ticklish sensation.

“…Are you eager too?”

His voice, like a seductive guide leading her into an irresistible world, stoked the heat between her thighs. Her chest ached with longing. She couldn’t bring herself to nod, but neither could she deny it. Hina averted her gaze—only to catch sight of the full-length mirror in the corner of the room.

Her flushed cheeks, her glistening eyes, her legs parted for Keiichiro.

And—her glistening, delicate petals, already damp.

Behind her, Keiichiro pressed flush against her… their entwined, wanton figures reflected clearly in the mirror.

“…D-Don’t look…!”

She instinctively lowered her face, trying to avert her gaze, but even the brief glimpse of her own body ignited her shame.

(How embarrassing… to be seen like this—!)

Yet despite her thoughts, her lower abdomen clenched tightly.

Keiichiro met her eyes through the mirror.

“You’re beautiful, Hina—”

“S-Stop… it’s too embarrassing…!”

Her ear was gently bitten, one hand kneading her breast while the other sought out her hidden bud.

Every movement was reflected in the mirror, and she squeezed her eyes shut, unable to bear the shame.

But her body, still sensitive from earlier, reacted instantly to every touch, her voice slipping out unbidden.

“Ah… nn… Keiichiro-sama…!”

The moment she turned, his lips captured hers, his tongue entwining with hers.

With her mouth sealed, the pleasure of being caressed in every place at once crashed over her in waves.

No time to catch her breath—her sweet moans and trembling overlapped as her body surrendered completely to him.

(Ah… ah… no, this is too much…!)

Though she couldn’t speak, her hips jerked in response to Keiichiro’s movements, bouncing helplessly.

Each time, his length rubbed against her inner thighs, their mingled arousal making him even harder. The lewd sound of slickness between her folds only made her face burn hotter.

“So cute… getting this worked up. Hina, you’re mine alone.”

Each passionate whisper threatened to melt her heart. The shame of being watched twisted into something strangely pleasurable.

Was she really this wanton of a woman? Watching herself unravel in the mirror, Hina could do nothing but drown in the pleasure.

“N-No… not like that… ah… ahh…!”

The melting sensation surged over her like waves again, and in the mirror, she saw herself climax over and over.

Exhausted from reaching her peak so many times, Hina collapsed onto the futon.

Keiichiro loomed over her, pressing a tender kiss to her cheek as if pleading, “Still not enough.”

“Keiichiro… sama…”

Her voice was ragged as she called his name, and his gaze darkened further.

Even though she had already come so many times—she still wanted more.

As if seeing straight into the depths of her heart, Keiichiro answered with another kiss.

They embraced, their warm bodies melting together.

Then, Keiichiro pressed his hardened length against her entrance.

“Hina… is this okay?”

Dazed, she nodded faintly.

She had been ready to take him for a while now.

Slowly, he pushed inside, stretching her open as he sank deeper.

“Ah… ahh…”

In the same position as that first night they had joined—but now, they were bound even tighter, even deeper.

Their lips met again and again, their names spilled in whispers as they made love, as if reaffirming each other.

It was a moment that quietly kindled a fire in the depths of their souls.

Their warmth, their heartbeats, even their breaths—all melted into one. A fleeting, blissful moment they wished would last forever.

Overflowing happiness and burning desire intertwined, their hearts climbing toward the same peak.

“Hina… I love you… Can I stay like this…?”

“Keiichiro… sama… I-I love you too… so… please…”

Come inside me. Like that night—no, even more than before.

As Hina tightened her arms around Keiichiro’s back, his movements grew faster, more urgent.

Her breath spilled out in time with his rhythm.

“Ah, ahh… haa… ahh…”

Her pale breasts bounced obscenely as if toyed with by the motion, her sweat-slicked skin glistening.

A sweet wave surged in her lower abdomen, her inner walls clenching tightly around him as if to keep him inside.

“Ngh… Hina, squeezing me like that…!”

“I-I can’t… I’m going to… I’m going to—ah, ahhh…!”

With her broken cries, Keiichiro thrust deep one last time, as if pushing her over the edge.

Her body trembled violently as heat spilled inside her.

At the same moment, Hina was swallowed by her own climax, her entire body shuddering.

Their ragged breaths mingled as Keiichiro, still unable to calm his arousal, claimed her lips again in a deep kiss.

“Nn… Keiichiro-sama…”

“Hina… I’ll never let you go again.”

“Me too… I’ll follow you anywhere, Keiichiro-sama.”

They kissed again and again, reluctant to part, his voice aching as he whispered her name.

Eventually, like the tide receding, quiet settled over them, and Keiichiro pulled Hina tightly into his arms.

Still joined, they shared their warmth as the long night stretched on.

—The End—