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

The night after the ceremony concluded.

The two returned to the old guest room in the annex of the Saotome residence.

In the depths of the garden where dusk had fallen, in that undisturbed space, the curtain of night quietly descended. Keito, who had grown sleepy first, had been left in Kiyoe’s care.

“You’ll have plenty of mother-and-child time from now on. Tonight, savor being newlyweds,” Kiyoe had said with a smile, to which Hina bowed slightly despite her bewilderment.

After lightly cleansing herself in the bath, Hina now wore a pale pink underrobe scented with white plum blossoms. Running a comb through her freshly washed hair, she exhaled before the mirror.

From behind her, a presence approached as lightly as the wind.

Turning, she saw Keiichiro standing there quietly closing the sliding door, dressed in his yukata. The faint scent of bathwater rose from his freshly washed body, his damp black hair clinging to his forehead. The white collar illuminated by lamplight, the droplets clinging near his collarbone—it was strangely alluring.

Perhaps sensing Hina’s gaze, he slowly narrowed his eyes and smiled.

“Did I keep you waiting?”

“…No.”

Thinking of what was to come, Hina lowered her gaze slightly and smiled.

Keiichiro slowly approached, kneeling right beside her.

“…Finally, we’re alone.”

Gently reaching for her hair, he tenderly lifted a strand between his fingers.

That alone made Hina’s chest tighten and her cheeks flush.

“Yes…”

“But the night is still long.”

Hina slid closer to Keiichiro, resting her face against his shoulder as if seeking comfort. In that moment, she felt his heartbeat skip slightly.

“…May I touch you?”

At her whispered question, Keiichiro narrowed his eyes and smiled.

“We’re husband and wife now. No need to hold back, right?”

His answer made her chest constrict.

Slowly, his face drew nearer.

The moment their slightly damp lips touched—a sweet shiver ran through Hina’s body.

“…Come to think of it, this is our first kiss.”

Keiichiro murmured the words.

Hina stiffened and lowered her gaze, remembering when she had fed him medicine mouth-to-mouth while he was ill under the care of Yunoya.

“Ah…”

At her soft sound, Keiichiro’s gaze fixed on her.

“What is it?”

“N-no… it’s nothing…”

She hesitated over whether to say it.

But Keiichiro didn’t overlook her hesitation.

“…Keeping secrets? That’s no good. I’m weak to that sort of thing.”

His tone remained gentle as his hand slid to the inside of Hina’s thigh.

She caught her breath involuntarily.

“Ah…!”

“…Don’t tell me… with someone else… already?”

“N-no, that’s not… it…”

Her denial trembled.

But Keiichiro’s hand didn’t stop. Each time his deft fingers traced her skin, Hina shivered uncontrollably. At the same time, his lips met hers again and again, the sweet sound of their kisses overlapping.

Her head grew foggy.

“If you don’t tell me… I might have to be even more cruel. Or are you staying silent because you want me to do this?”

With his whispered words, Keiichiro’s hand slowly traveled upward, lifting the hem of her underrobe.

Beyond it lay Hina’s untouched secret—the plump bud hidden within. His nimble fingers brushed against it lightly.

“Ah, ahhn…! I-I’ll tell, so…!”

Her voice spilled out from embarrassment and pleasure.

“…Back then… I fed you medicine… mouth-to-mouth…”

At her gasped confession, Keiichiro’s fingers stilled.

“…I see. I regret not remembering that.”

“It just means… you were in critical condition…”

When she said this, Keiichiro narrowed his eyes slightly and turned to face her fully.

“…Then there’s no need to hold back anymore.”

“Eh…?”

Their lips met again.

This time, deeper, longer—.

Keiichiro’s kiss grew passionate.

“Mmm… ah…”

His lips parted, and a wet tongue slid inside.

That warmth slowly explored her mouth, entwining with hers.

Her spine trembled.

Heat seemed to spread from the tip of her tongue to her throat, then deep into her chest.

Tangled tongues, mingled breaths.

What had begun as a gentle kiss now carried unmistakable desire.

Each time their lips parted, another kiss followed immediately.

As if no matter how many times they repeated it, it would never be enough—.

She wanted to call his name—“Keiichiro-sama”—but he gave her no chance.

Again, his slick tongue slowly coiled around hers.

With each sensation, Hina’s breathing grew shallow, sweet sighs escaping from deep in her throat.

“Nn, ah…”

Each time her tongue was gently captured and pulled, her thoughts blurred.

Keiichiro’s tongue probed deeply as if searching her heart, reaching places she hadn’t known.

With each stroke, her lower abdomen throbbed.

(No good… just from kissing like this…)

Her body reacted on its own.

She could feel herself growing damp between her thighs just from their tongues entwining.

Her throat dried, yet each kiss moistened it—only for it to be stolen again—.

She nearly forgot to breathe, her chest tight, yet she didn’t want to pull away.

(It’s strange… that it feels like this…)

Waves of pleasure crept up slowly from her lower abdomen.

Just having her mouth toyed with made her hips lift on their own.

“…Ah!”

In that instant, Hina felt a sudden whiteness flash behind her eyes.

As her trembling body was held close, Keiichiro pulled back slightly and chuckled.

“…Did you finish?”

“N-no…”

Words failed her.

Her entire body tingled sweetly, her mind blank.