Now he doesn’t have to worry about his mother-in-law suddenly popping up and saying ’NO’.
Fushimi Roku turned slightly to face Minamoto Tamako, his tongue frantically scraping between his teeth to make sure no pizza beef bits were stuck there.
Minamoto Tamako sat up straight, half-kneeling on the sofa, her white, tender feet tucked under her heart-shaped hips.
She didn’t dare look directly at Fujimura-kun, still keeping her head down, hands resting on her knees, as if that was the only way she could maintain her posture.
Fushimi wasn’t sure if she had closed her eyes; her cowlick was a bit of a nuisance, blocking his view. He had to tilt his head slightly to find another angle.
Minamoto Tamako thought Fujimura-kun was about to kiss her, causing her heart to flutter, and she instinctively shrank back. Immediately after, she realized that such a reaction was quite out of place.
She explained softly, "Uh, um... this is my first kiss..."
"No worries, I have experience." Fushimi said, only realizing afterward that this didn’t seem like a good thing to say.
Luckily, Minamoto Tamako didn’t mind. She rarely got jealous and merely nodded, lifting her chin slightly and closing her eyes.
In the dim light, Fushimi could see her face clearly, still fair and soft, her eyelashes trembling slightly, lips like cherry petals, slightly open and inviting while pretending to refuse.
He instinctively wanted to cup Minamoto Tamako’s face, but felt that holding her face on the first kiss was inappropriate, so he put his hands down, wiped the sweat from his palms on his clothes, then leaned forward slightly.
The first kiss was like the touch of a dragonfly skimming the water, ambiguous yet restrained.
They parted as soon as they touched, feeling something was missing, a void in their hearts, like a sip of warm water before a meal—not quenching or filling, instead making the stomach hungrier.
"Again?" Fushimi asked.
"...Mm." Minamoto Tamako replied, her voice as soft as a mosquito’s buzz.
The second kiss was like a powder keg exploding, one side launching a fervent assault, sinewy forearms bracing on either side, while the other side was struggling to meet, enduring clashes between lips and teeth, gradually leaning back.
After a long while, Minamoto Tamako let out a soft hum through her nose, feeling a bit short of breath, dizzy.
Fushimi loosened his grip slightly, both of them breathing heavily together. Minamoto Tamako used the back of her hand to wipe her mouth, her lower back leaning against the sofa armrest, with nowhere left to retreat.
About ten seconds later, they gradually caught their breath.
"Again?" Minamoto Tamako asked.
Fushimi was about to answer when Minamoto Tamako suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him forcefully, using the same aggressive style he had just shown.
The living room fell silent again, only occasionally punctuated by soft hums.
Minamoto Tamako seemed to have flipped some strange switch; she appeared to be both seeking and trying to conquer her partner.
Fushimi didn’t mind. He hadn’t reached the point where kissing would make him falter. As long as Minamoto Tamako was willing, they could kiss as long as she wanted; he was confident in his stamina in this regard.
Unexpectedly, this kissing session lasted half an hour.
Fushimi felt his mouth was about to wear down, his throat dry and parched, losing any romantic thoughts completely; in contrast, Minamoto Tamako remained enthusiastic, as if she were made of water, with plenty of saliva, kissing endlessly, getting more excited the longer they kissed.
When he had previously given her a foot massage, Fushimi had noticed that Minamoto Tamako would drool especially easily when excited, clear yet slightly viscous, even stretching into threads when dripping from her fingertips.
Now was a similar situation; Fushimi felt his collar was soaked.
He felt the foreplay had reached its climax, and it was time for the main act. His mischievous hand settled on Minamoto Tamako’s waist, finding it extraordinarily soft and smooth, with a slight hint of abs.
Just as Fushimi was about to move his hand upward, Minamoto Tamako slapped it away with a resounding smack.
Minamoto Tamako loosened her grip slightly, muttered softly, and continued holding Fushimi’s neck, nibbling at his lips.
Fushimi’s body leaned back while Minamoto Tamako stuck to him like glue, unable to be shaken off. He had no choice but to hold Minamoto Tamako’s shoulders, pushing her back a bit, panting as he asked, "Focus on what?"
Minamoto Tamako blinked, she wanted to continue, but being pushed away by Fujimura-kun made her a bit embarrassed. Clinging back on felt like she would seem promiscuous, which was against the upbringing she received as a daughter of the Kujo Family.
"Just... focus on the kiss..." she said with an innocent look.
Fushimi glanced at the wall clock, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand: "Isn’t that enough? It’s been over forty minutes..."
"Has it?" Minamoto Tamako was disappointed: "Time flies."
"Mm, it’s fine, we can continue doing ’couple things’ tomorrow," Fushimi paused, a bit scheming: "Speaking of which, what’s the next thing?" Follow current novᴇls on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵⟡𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮⟡𝓷𝓮𝓽
It’s probably time for the highly anticipated phase, right?
Minamoto Tamako took a tissue, wiped her mouth with her head down; she had used quite a few tissues while watching TV earlier, so the tissue box was conveniently at her side.
"The next thing... the next thing seems to be giving each other nicknames." Minamoto Tamako’s face was very red; she still hadn’t recovered from the lingering sensation of the kiss.
Happy times were always short; without realizing it, they had kissed for so long. Wouldn’t Fujimura-kun think she was a lustful girl?
Minamoto Tamako felt a bit worried, but she then thought of Fujimura-kun saying ’we can continue tomorrow’, and a little anticipation crept into her heart, feeling like all the recent pressure and negative emotions had been swept away.
No wonder everyone loves falling in love; it seems to be so beneficial for mental and physical health.
Yes, love is wonderful and should be pursued.
On the other hand, Fushimi was quite disappointed, feeling that the real things that should have been done were completely ignored, and Minamoto Tamako’s obsession with kissing rather startled him, feeling more overwhelming than when he massaged her feet. Perhaps every part of this little one was sensitive.