Episode 30: [Yuri Girlfriends] On Hiyori’s Thigh, I—

More.

Press into me.

The whisper, and with it Hiyori began rocking her knee in slow, deliberate strokes.
Through my underwear, the smooth texture of her thigh rubbed up against me, hard and relentless.

“Mm—! Hiyori, ah—! No, I can’t—!”

My voice was about to spill free and I moved my hand to cover my mouth. Hiyori caught my cheek.

“Let me stop that up instead. Maya.”

And then her lips sealed mine.

“Mmph— mm, mgh—!”

A kiss like a plug, stopping my voice at its source.
Hiyori’s tongue forced its way in and stirred roughly through my mouth.
Thrust up from below, the last of my breath snatched from me too.

“Haah, haah— Hiyo-ri—”
“…Hey, Maya. Aren’t you moving your hips yourself, just now?”

The observation jolted me.
In time with Hiyori’s knee — no, beyond it.
Without meaning to, I had been rolling my own hips, pressing the part of me that felt most keenly against the hardest point of Hiyori’s thigh.

“Ahh, I knew it. …You wanted to move against me too, didn’t you? Feels good, doesn’t it — my leg.”
“It’s n-not — because you were moving — it made me—”
“Wow. …Under the skirt — can you smell it? My perfume and your smell, all mixed together?”

Hiyori’s nose twitched.

“Hey, can you tell? My thigh is drenched.”

The merciless words sent shame blazing up through my face.

“It’s so slick. …Which feels better — this, or your own fingers?”

Hiyori’s relentless taunting wouldn’t stop.
Just being rubbed against a thigh. That was all.
And yet the waves of pleasure were cresting one after another without pause.

“Are you going to come, Maya? …Just from rubbing yourself on someone’s leg like this?”
“D-don’t say it— stop—!”
“…Then beg for it. Say ‘please let me come on Hiyori’s thigh.’”
“Ah— Hiyo-ri—!”

I had hit my limit.
The hardness of Hiyori’s thigh digging into me from below, my own weight pressing down on it.
The inescapable torrent of words. The taste of the kiss still on my lips.
Every sensation converging on a single point deep in my belly, about to detonate.

“Please — Hiyori — your leg—!”
“Go ahead~”

I dug my nails into Hiyori’s slender shoulders and bent forward, letting out a soundless scream into her.
A groan smothered in the back of my throat, animal and undone.

My hips convulsed in rapid, helpless spasms, and I felt the hot liquid welling up from inside me overflow, soaking through my underwear and onto Hiyori’s skin.

“Haah, haah, haah—”

Nothing but ragged breathing rang through the quiet gondola.
Drained of everything, I crumpled forward and sank into Hiyori’s chest.

The Ferris wheel had passed its peak at some point, and was beginning its slow descent.
Hiyori lifted the hem of my long skirt without ceremony, and cold outside air flooded into the heat-drenched space beneath.

“Ha — my thigh is absolutely wrecked, isn’t it?”

In the backlight of the city’s glow, Hiyori’s bare leg.
What I had poured out of myself clung there, visceral and wet, spread across it.
The contrast of the black leather mini skirt against white skin threw it into cruel relief.

The sight of it.
Knowing that it had come from inside me—

But Hiyori paid no attention to my horror, and smiled her sweet, melting smile.

“…Honestly. The best.”
“Mm—?!”

The gondola was approaching the ground.
But Hiyori didn’t care, and lifted my face, sealing my lips again in a deep, ravenous kiss.

“Mm, chu— mm, slick—”

Right up until the very last instant before the door opened.
And we—

◇◆◇◆◇

Stepping out of the gondola, the sea wind along the waterfront drove cold into my flushed body.
The soaked underwear, chilled by the outside air, felt wretched against my skin.
With every step the inside of my thighs rubbed together, raising an unpleasant crawling sensation.

The heat of the sealed space from just moments ago felt like a lie. A quiet air had settled between us.

We began walking toward the station in silence.
The hollow, awkward stillness after the storm.

“…Hey, Maya.”

Hiyori stopped abruptly. Her profile, when I looked, wore the expression of someone who has made up their mind about something.

“Tomorrow — Sunday. Are you free?”

Still muzzy-headed, I answered.

“…Cram school.”
“Oh? You go to one?”
“Um… my mum’s been saying it’s about time…”
“I see. Tough. What time does it finish?”
“…I’ll be done by evening, but—”
“Then after — want to come to mine?”

Thud. My heart lurched.
I was no longer young enough not to understand what those words meant.

Just the two of us. In her room.

After today, what would come next—

The night wind lifted the hem of my trench coat.

We really were going somewhere we could never come back from.