Chapter 9 Scars

What did you do to my body?” he demanded furiously.

He had come in, without even knocking on my door, ready to grab me by the collar. I was happy that he was home, but it looks like I wouldn’t be able to give him a proper welcome. I was still sitting on the bed, and I got up as if to say, let’s talk in the living room. I was ready to listen and talk with Kasukabe, but he thought I was running away to somewhere else and threatened, don’t go anywhere. He paced in front of the door angrily, finally stopping by my beside.

Then, he lifted his shirt up by the hem.

His lean stomach and chest was on display.

“What do you want me to do about this?” he said, pointing to his right nipple. The place where I had bitten was no longer red and swollen, but it must have still hurt.

“S-Sorry. I think you should go see a doctor. Do you want to go together? I’m really sorry.”

I felt really bad for making a nice guy like Kasukabe bleed. I don’t know what I was thinking that night. I had done a really horrible thing. During these few days, I had been reflecting on my actions.

“Sorry doesn’t fix anything.”

“I guess. But shouldn’t we go to the doctor first? You should get a doctor’s certificate.”

“I don’t need to go to the doctor. It doesn’t hurt.”

“Is it itchy? Although it doesn’t look like there’s any scabs.”

“About that – they were scars! I was pl- scratching it yesterday, and it just came off. It’s felt weird ever since.”

“Felt weird?”

“Mm.”

Kasukabe, who was lost for words, didn’t appear to be angry any more; he looked like he was about to cry. He looked away and sighed. His cheeks seemed a little red. With his shirt up and that face, my dick was already reacting. My self reflection wasn’t going to last very long.

“Should we talk in the living room?” I said, setting my mind straight. Kasukabe shook his head and muttered something in a soft voice.

“Sorry, I didn’t hear. What were you saying?”

“-eel it. “

“Huh?”

“… feel it, you know, my chest! I want to scream every time it brushes against my clothes!”

“Eh?”

“What do you mean, eh?”

That was hard for me to believe. Kasukabe, who had no feeling anywhere except on his dick, was sensitive to his chest rubbing against his clothes? I wanted to hear those moans. It wouldn’t take much for me to steer this conversation into something a little more sexy.

“Can I touch it? Just to check.” I said.

I pulled him to the bed with his other hand.

“Woah, hey, stop. I came to complain to you, you know,” he said, but he fell onto the bed without any resistance anyway. I don’t know if he was aware of it or not, but even though his words were angry, he still wanted me to touch his body.

What was this?

An invitation?

Perfect.

“Kasukabe, I’m sorry. I won’t hurt you again. So, can I touch it?”

“It’s your fault anyway.”

I interpreted that as, do what you want because I’m not responsible for what happens. Kasukabe was pinned under me, but he looked to the side and avoided eye contact. He was biting his lip, waiting for that moment.

His chest was rising and falling with each deep breath, and I could tell he was horny.

“It looks like only the right nipple is erect. Did you touch it yourself? Or did you let a girl touch it?”

“I wouldn’t let a girl touch it.”

“Because it’s embarrassing? So you touched it yourself?”

“… Yeah.”

I put my hand on his chest and teased him with my finger. His body trembled with the touch. He was amply stimulated and was even replying to my dirty talk.

“Have you jerked off while touching it?”

“A few times. But I didn’t finish.”

“You’re dirty.”

He looked like he was about to say, it’s your fault!, but he was more interested in the motion of my fingers. The scars on his chest had healed and turned it pale. His body quivered when I put my index finger on it.

“Ahh…”

So hot. It was so much better when he lost himself in the heat of the moment; not like that crappy acting he used to pull. Next, I used the base of my finger to stroke him softly. He let out a kitten-like moan. His eyes, which were tightly shut, were flowing with tears.

Perfect.

I wanted to make him go crazy.

I pinched with my thumb and index finger.

“Uhh, ahh, Machiyaaa…”

Kasukabe curled his back and writhed in pleasure. Then, he opened his eyes and called out my name again. He wanted me to keep going. I understood exactly what he wanted, but this kind of opportunity was hard to come by. I wanted to play with him a bit.

Embracing my haughty mood, I played dumb.

“Hmm. I bet it would be embarrassing for a girl to see you like this.”

“W-Who’s fault is this again?”

“Right. Sorry. I’ll take responsibility and make you feel good. I was gonna start licking next.”

I touched him with the tip of my tongue and looked up at Kasukabe, who was staring right back at me. This was rare, so I locked eyes with him while I licked.

“Ugh, ugh, ahhh, don’t… don’t look at me, ugh, like that… no, stop…”

“You want me to stop?”

I stopped licking. Kasukabe looked at me like he was thirsty for more.

“You want me to continue?” I asked.

“…”

“No answers? Ok, I’ll stop then.”

“Wait, no.”

He shook his head like a young child. It was cute, but I couldn’t forgive him so easily.

“If you want me to continue, you have to say so clearly, ok?”

“W-Why?”

“Because it’s important. Kasukabe, if you asked me I would have stroked your dick for you too.”

“…”

“Or are you going to go to some girl’s place now and get laid there? You got a lot of numbers from girls asking you to hug them too, right? I’ll call you instead. You can come here. I’ll pleasure you so much, and give you advice on girls, and even if you scream like a girl I won’t mind.”

When Kasukabe came to my apartment, he was angry because he had some aching desires. When he realised that I was the only one who could fulfill those desires, his anger died down. If he was feeling satisfied with someone else, he wouldn’t be here right now.

I knew what he was thinking, but I wanted him to say it.

“Machiya… I-I only want y-you…”

“You want me?”

“I-I don’t… want a-anybody… except you…”