A collection of Japanese short stories ( R18 )

Senpai, you've been staring at my black hair for a while now."

She hits the nail on the head, and I jump.

Washimine's long, perfectly straight black hair was well-groomed, and I wanted to hold it in my hands to feel its texture. Or rather, to be even more greedy, I wanted to press my face against it and breathe in her scent. I wanted to savor the sweet scent of her shampoo and conditioner.

"Um, well."

But there was no way I, an introverted virgin, could make such a request. As I fidgeted, Washimine-san smiled gently.

"Shall I let you touch it?"

"Is it okay?"

"Yes. If it were any other guy, it would be disgusting and I'd want to die, but... if it's you, senpai, I'd actually be happy. And..."

"And...?"

"Besides, I've been working hard on my hair care, dreaming of the day you'd touch it... so come closer."

Washimine-san waved with a smile, her expression filled with happiness.

Her love is too intense. As the black-haired, pure-looking girl showered me with her overwhelming emotions, my heart raced so fast that I felt it might burst.

"So, can I touch it...?"

"Yes, go ahead."

Please excuse me as I reach out to touch her hair.

With the caution of a Shinto priest handling a sacred artifact, I take Washimine's silky black hair in my hand.

Perhaps because each strand is so fine, it feels almost weightless. This is probably why it swings so gracefully, as if dancing in the slightest breeze.

"It's beautiful."

"...Really?"

"Oh, sorry... I guess I didn't mean to say that out loud."

These words weren't meant to be flattering, but came straight from the heart.

However, Washimine-san looked at me in surprise.

When someone looks at me with that stern, sharp look of a tyrant, I just want to kneel down and beg for forgiveness.

"No, rather... that."

"Wh-what?"

My face turned red like a tomato.

Washimine spoke shyly.

"Rather... I'm happy about it."

"...R-Really?"

"Yes. I always wanted you to notice it, Senpai..."

She seems to have a surprisingly feminine side.

I thought she was even cuter than before. It wasn't just her black hair; I wanted to hold her and admire her beautiful heart as well.

"But, Senpai... You like my black hair?!"

"Y-yes... it's really beautiful."

"So, do you want to smell it?"

"...Huh?"

Washimine smiled mischievously.

She seduced me with her sultry voice.

"Wouldn't you like to have your dick stroked while you smell my hair?"

"Wh-what do you mean...?"

"Guys like that kind of thing, don't they?"

Is it okay to engage in such abnormal play?

Sniffing the scent of a neat and clean girl's black hair while she stroked my penis with her sharp nails... it was a scene I had dreamed of. It was the spring of my sophomore year of high school, and I may have used up all my luck for the rest of my life.

"Well then, excuse me..."

"Fuh, uuh!"

Washimine-san pressed her black hair against me.

The surface felt cool, but the core was warm, like her scalp. It was as smooth as the fur of a black cat. I'm sure she spends hours every day caring for her hair.

"Okay, I'll give you a hand job. You're a masochist, so I think a rough hand job will get you more excited, right?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Fufu, Senpai is so sweet. I just want to spoil you. Well, if you'll excuse me..."

Squeeze ♡ Washimine's fingertips wrapped around my penis.

The cold, smooth pads of her fingers and the sharp edges of her nails stimulated my erogenous zones. She immediately started a handjob. The rough, sloppy strokes aroused my masochistic side.

While she gave me a handjob, I took a deep breath of the scent of her long black hair with blue undertones.

The sweet smell of shampoo and sebum rushed through my nose with great force, and as soon as it reached my brain, a paradise unfolded before my eyes as if I had taken a drug. Even though I knew it was a hallucination caused by euphoria, I was overwhelmed by the love for every strand of black hair that tickled my face, and my normal judgment was weakened.

"Ooh, ooh. How is it? Does it feel good? You know, it feels pretty good when you wrap two fingers around the underside of your penis and scrape it out with a gooey, gooey sound. My ex-boyfriend, when I did this, apparently let out a disgusting, bright yellow masochistic semen, the kind that only comes out when a masochist has completely submitted to a woman."

"Ah, ahhh! Ahhhh!"

"Hahaha, your voice when you're about to come is really cute. Is this okay? I'll use one hand as a plate, so if you spill anything, I'll clean it up... so just keep going and let this girl give you a handjob until you come like a pathetic masochist... Come on, I'll tickle your balls too..."

With her sweet voice, Washimine made me want to ejaculate.

Even though she was a junior, her tone was somehow sadistic, and listening to her made me feel like she was controlling not only my body, but my mind as well. I wondered if it was okay to ejaculate now. I no longer cared whether it was at school or in front of the girl I had my first crush on. But no matter what, my self-control kept me from ejaculating.

"Senpai, are you holding back from coming?"

"Um, well..."

"Doesn't my handjob feel good?"

"That's not true. But...ah."

Squeeze tightly ♡♡. My nipples were being squeezed by my uniform. When I moaned in a high voice, Washimine-san seemed to enjoy the sight and took off my shirt.

"Ahaha, senpai's nipples... they're extremely erect, is that okay? They want to be pinched by a girl, so they're erect like the tip of a pacifier."

My nipples were erect as I'd never seen them before in my life. They were stretched out and hanging under gravity, occasionally bouncing slightly.

"This could be the same as my ex-boyfriend."

"...Huh?"

"Apparently, when a masochist mentally surrenders, his body takes on a nipple shape that makes it easy for girls to pinch him like this."

"...Huh?"

"Fufu, Senpai... did it feel that good?"

"Um, will it go back to normal...?"

I asked, feeling worried.

Washimine-san smiled mischievously, "Meowaa♡".

She narrowed her sharp eyes like a bird of prey.

"I'll probably be back in a week."

"Is that okay...?"

"I was responsible for controlling my ex-boyfriend's ejaculation, so it took him a while to get back to normal, but I really love you, senpai, so whenever you feel like ejaculating, I'll let you do it."

Washimine-san put her lips close to my ear.

She whispered to me with a voice sweeter than candy and as beautiful as the melody of a koto.

"So... please cum a lot...?"

"!!"

"Now I'm going to squeeze your nipples for you... squeeze♡squeeze♡♡ ahaha, your dick is bouncing so sweetly... I can feel it."

"No, it's coming out!!!"

I can't take it anymore, I'm going to ejaculate.

While I was being jerked off with her beautiful white fingertips decorated with nails, my masochistically erect nipples were pinched tightly with two fingers, and the sharp tips of her nails stimulated me. I was about to cum. If I cum now, I'll spill all my cum on the floor, but I can't think about the details anymore.

"And then it comes out! ──!!!???"

"Yes, unfortunately, I can't let you release it yet."

Just before the sperm was about to travel from the testicles to the urethra, Washimine wrapped her long index finger around my scrotum and squeezed hard, forcibly stopping the ejaculation.

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