Machida Sonoko resisted the soreness in her muscles and gently traced her finger along Nanaya's face.
Sunlight, softened by the curtains, followed her touch and illuminated Nanaya's features.
As if sensing something, Nanaya frowned slightly, on the verge of waking.
Men, after all, were full of vigor in the morning.
Add to that the fact that they were already in intimate contact—Nanaya's morning erection was nestled snugly between Sonoko's ass cheeks, already leaking pre-cum onto her skin.
Even with his eyes closed, Nanaya could feel the warmth and slickness of her folds against the head of his cock, as if her body was inviting him in again.
He instinctively moved his hips twice, the tip of his cock catching on her entrance, only to hear a soft gasp from the woman lying on his chest.
So she was already awake. Nanaya certainly hadn't forgotten about Machida Sonoko from last night.
Though she had transitioned from two-dimensional to three-dimensional, she was just as stunningly beautiful.
Moreover, the fully ripe "peach" was tender and juicy.
Even though it was her first time being "plucked" by Nanaya last night, she hadn't been shy at all—instead, she had boldly cooperated, taking every inch of him like she was made for it. It had been incredibly satisfying for Nanaya.
Slowly opening his eyes, he saw Sonoko curled up in his arms like a little rabbit, her ample chest pressed firmly against him. Soft, bouncy, and smooth.
At the moment, Sonoko kept her eyes tightly shut, as if the gasp earlier hadn't come from her.
Like an ostrich burying its head in the sand, she seemed to believe that as long as she didn't see his face, she could pretend nothing was happening.
"Heh…" Nanaya's chuckle vibrated through his chest where Sonoko lay.
She didn't know why Nanaya was laughing—but she soon found out.
She felt the "beast" beneath her gradually awakening fully, the thick length hardening against her backside until it was pressing insistently at her entrance.
No way! Her heart screamed internally: I'll break at this rate!
The beast's massive form inevitably brushed against her sore folds, making Sonoko tremble. Yet she still refused to open her eyes.
Without the courage-boosting effects of alcohol, she hadn't figured out how to face Nanaya yet—so she could only brace herself as she felt the broad head start to push inside her still-sensitive flesh.
"Hmm?" After what felt like an eternity with no further movement, Sonoko unconsciously let out a questioning hum.
Then she felt something gliding across her skin—Nanaya's fingers.
They traced from her cheeks down her slender neck, lingering on the bite marks that had formed there, before continuing downward along her collarbone to cup one heavy breast.
This gentle teasing was completely different from the roughness earlier, making Sonoko relax while also feeling touched by his tenderness.
She even began to wonder: Why am I so afraid to face him? Why am I being so cowardly?
Wasn't I the one who deceived him with my makeup yesterday? And yet, here I am, still receiving his kindness…
His thumb brushed over her nipple as his hips pressed forward slightly, letting her adjust to his girth. She could feel every thick inch stretching her as he slowly filled her up.
Determined to apologize, Sonoko finally opened her eyes—only to immediately meet Nanaya's gaze. Her face flushed. His smirk made her stomach flip even as he bottomed out inside her, their bodies pressed flush together.
Uh… uh…
What was I going to say again?
"You're awake?"
"My makeup-loving onee-san?" A faint smirk played on Nanaya's lips as he watched the flustered expression in Sonoko's eyes.
Despite being so much older than him, she was acting so timid and childish right now.
"I… I didn't… It wasn't me…"
Unable to detect the teasing in Nanaya's tone, Sonoko genuinely thought he had been fooled by her makeup, sending her into a panic.
Watching her reaction, Nanaya felt a deep sense of satisfaction.
"Heh. Then how are you going to make it up to me?"
He slowly leaned closer, intending to coax Sonoko into submission with a different approach.
Unexpectedly, however, Sonoko somehow found the strength to block his approaching lips.
"W-Wait… not yet… my mouth still… has a smell…"
"If you want to… then… later…"
So it wasn't resistance—she just wanted him to have a better experience.
"Then let's take a bath together."
"N-No need! I-I can do it myself!"
Sonoko spoke so quickly she nearly bit her tongue.
"Pop."
The sound of a loud pop that was very similar to a soda can opening made Sonoko's face burn as she pulled out. She decided she wouldn't be drinking beer again anytime soon.
She also couldn't help but resent her own body—How could you cling to that beast so desperately, not even willing to let it leave?!
Finally getting out of bed and refusing Nanaya's help, she supported herself against the wall and made her way to the bathroom.
Though she hadn't allowed Nanaya to join her, when he really didn't come in, a flicker of disappointment passed through Sonoko's heart.
…Am I just being shameless?
As the hot water ran, she lightly slapped her cheeks.
Wake up, Machida Sonoko…
You're the older woman here, taking advantage of a younger man!
What you're doing is… is…
…Absolutely amazing!
Somehow, Nanaya felt like her destined lover. This editor couldn't help but feel like her spring had finally arrived!
Thinking of him, she hurried so as not to keep him waiting.
Gritting her teeth, she pushed through her exhaustion and began washing herself.
Her neck… her chest… her thighs… her most private areas…
Everywhere—whether sensitive or not, visible or hidden—bore red marks starkly contrasting her fair skin.
They were the remnants of last night's passion.
Though she hadn't felt much toward the end, the sheer number of marks spoke volumes. The sight made her both excited and apprehensive.
The hot water gradually washed away her fatigue, and Sonoko slowly regained her composure.
She was still a little shy about facing Nanaya, but at least she wasn't afraid anymore.
Before leaving the bathroom, she made sure to brush her teeth three times.
When she stepped out, she found Nanaya still on the bed, leaning against the headboard. The slipped-down blanket revealed his upper body, immediately drawing her gaze.
"Um… Nanaya, about yesterday… I didn't mean to trick you…"
Sonoko took the initiative to apologize.
"It's fine. But…"
Nanaya patted the spot beside him on the bed.
"…"
Her face flushed, Sonoko fell silent. But if she wanted to solidify her relationship with this younger man, she knew she had to be obedient—to show him just how good she could be!
She willingly offered her lips, letting Nanaya claim them without complaint. She didn't mind that he hadn't washed up yet, nor did she protest when he casually tossed her towel aside.
By the time Nanaya went to freshen up, Sonoko was left lying on the bed, face burning, breathing heavily as she inhaled his lingering scent.
"Ring, ring, ring!"
Sonoko forced herself up, digging through the pile of clothes to find her bag and retrieve her phone.
"Hello? Editor-in-Chief Yoshida?"
"What? The Bunko's shareholders have undergone major changes?"
"All editors need to be present?"
"Okay, okay, I understand. I'll head over right away!"
Hanging up, Sonoko's expression turned uneasy, her heart tightening with anxiety.
If Fusosha Bunko's shareholders had shifted dramatically, the demands placed on employees would inevitably change too.
On the bright side, maybe some struggling authors would get a second chance.
But on the worse end… layoffs weren't out of the question.
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