Chapter 25: Go Home And Rub It Yourself

Mika’s eyes widened, his face flushing with disbelief as he couldn’t believe the absurd way she had reacted in such a scenario.

But before he could say anything, Charlotte used one hand to slowly lift her skirt, revealing her plump, creamy thighs, the skin glistening faintly in the light. She raised the fabric higher and higher, her lips parting to hold the skirt with her teeth all the way until it exposed her black lace underwear, tight and revealing, clinging to her curves.

The fabric was surprisingly thin, the side lips of her vagina visible, pressing against the material, which was definitely not something any women would wear for everyday use use and rather to charm the man she’s set her eyes on.

And the underwear was soaked as well, her arousal evident as slick trails of liquid dripped down her inner thighs, glistening in the light, pooling slightly at the tops of her thighs where the skin curved inward.

Her breaths alos came in soft, needy gasps, her body trembling as she held his hand against her breast with her other hand, her nipple hard and throbbing against his hand, her voice a sultry purr.

"See, Mika, this is how much I want you...My body’s aching for you, so wet just thinking about you saving me♡~"

Charlotte’s hand then moved, guiding his slowly downward, her fingers trailing his across her body, over the smooth, warm skin of her navel, her breath hitching as she dragged his hand lower, until his palm rested firmly against her pussy, the soaked black lace of her underwear hot and slick under his fingers.

"I don’t just want your hands on my body, Mika." She rubbed his hand against herself, her hips shifting slightly, her voice a fervent whisper, thick with desire. "I want them deep inside, not just in my mouth, but in my pussy, too...I want my pussy to show its gratitude, to coat your fingers in my love juice."

Her pink eyes glowed brighter, her succubus aura blazing, her gaze expectant as she pressed his hand harder, her wet lips parting slightly under the lace, her arousal soaking his fingers.

She expected him to lose control, to dive his fingers deep inside her, to rub her like a madman, overwhelmed by her desire.

But to her utter surprise, Mika’s hand didn’t move, his fingers resting passively against her pussy, his gaze fixed not on her dripping underwear but on her belly above it, his eyes studying the soft curve of her navel with an almost clinical interest.

Noticing this, Charlotte’s aura faltered, her pink eyes flickering with confusion as she leaned back, her voice awkward and tinged with embarrassment.

"W-Why are you looking at my tummy, Mika?...Why aren’t you looking down here, instead?"

She pressed his fingers harder against her pussy, the slick heat coating his hand, her voice insistent.

"This is so much better to look at! Look at my pussy, not my tummy!...Y-You’re making me feel stupid for showing myself like this by staring like that!"

In response, Mika’s lips curved into a teasing smile, his hand sliding upward, away from her underwear, until it rested just below her navel, where a slight, soft bulge of fat was visible.

And to her shock, he pinched the small roll of flesh, his fingers gently squeezing it, his voice playful as he looked at her flustered face.

"Looks like you’ve been eating a lot lately, Charlotte. This little belly bulge is pretty obvious....Seems like you’ve gained a bit of weight, huh?"

He chuckled, his tone light and teasing, his fingers still pinching her softly to which Charlotte’s face flushed crimson, her eyes widening as she cried out, her voice shrill with embarrassment.

"You can’t say that, Mika! You can’t just point out something like that, especially to a girl who’s showing off her body like this, showing you my pussy like this!"

She swatted at his hand, her pout deepening, her pink eyes glowing with shame and defiance.

"If you said that to any other girl, she’d slap you and never do this again! You’re so mean!"

Mika’s smile widened, undeterred, his fingers pinching her belly again, his voice teasing as he leaned closer.

"Oh, so does that mean you’re going to let me go now? Not going to involve me in any of this anymore?"

His tone was playful, his eyes glinting with amusement as he squeezed the soft flesh, knowing she wouldn’t back down.

Charlotte’s pout turned indignant, her voice firm despite her flushed cheeks, her hands grabbing his tightly.

"Of course not! No matter how much you humiliate me, no matter how much you bring up my tummy, which, okay, I know has gotten a little bigger lately because I’ve been feasting on Mom’s pastries, especially those cream, filled ones, I don’t care!"

Her voice softened, her eyes gleaming with fervent devotion as she leaned closer, her breath hot against his ear.

"As long as I can feel your touch, it’s worth it...I don’t care about anything else."

She then grabbed his hand, dragging it back down to her pussy, pressing his palm firmly against the soaked black lace, her fingers guiding his to rub against her wet lips, the slick liquid coating his hand as she moaned softly.

"So, please, Mika, please!♡~" She whispered, her voice pleading, her eyes locked on his with a desperate, loving gaze. "Stop rubbing my tummy and rub my pussy instead!♡~ I want your fingers deep inside, making a mess of me. Only your fingers can make this feeling stop!♡~"

Her thighs squeezed together, trapping his hand, her hips shifting to rub herself against his palm, her voice trembling with need.

"I’m so worked up, Mika!♡~ And I need your hands, not mine, not anyone else’s, to satisfy me right now!♡~"

"It’s true, Charlotte, you get these urges from time to time, and I know it’s your blessing acting up."

Mika’s face remained unimpressed, his voice calm but firm as he looked at her, his hand still against her pussy but not moving.

"But this sexual tension? You can take care of it yourself. Go home, lock your door, and handle it." He sighed, his tone carrying a hint of exasperation. "You don’t need to drag me into it."

"No way, Mika! I’m not wasting this chance!"

Charlotte’s eyes widened, her voice rising in protest as she squeezed his hand tighter with her thighs, her hips grinding against his palm, her wet lips sliding against his fingers through the cloth.

"I could do it myself any other time, but you’re right here, right now, and I want your hands, not mine!"

Her voice turned shy, timid, her eyes glistening with a pitiful gaze as she leaned closer, her breath ragged.

"And I-I’m more worked up than usual, Mika...I need your fingers deep inside me, or this feeling won’t go away. I’d have to touch myself all night, all day, and it still wouldn’t be enough."

"...So, please, I’m struggling, and only you can help me."

Hearing her desperation, Mika sighed, his expression softening as he recognized her genuine need, his duty to anchor her outweighing his reluctance.

"Fine..." He said, his voice resigned but gentle, his hand still against her pussy. "But we’re wrapping this up quick, before your mom shows up. I’m not explaining whatever this is to her."

His fingers twitched slightly, brushing against her wet lips, his touch hesitant but present, knowing he had to help her through this storm, while Charlotte’s face lit up, her voice a fervent whisper as she pressed his hand harder, her hips grinding against his fingers, her wet pussy coating his hand with her slick arousal.

"Thank you, Mika!♡~" She moaned, her eyes glowing with gratitude and desire, her body trembling as she guided his fingers to rub her, her love juice soaking through the lace, dripping down her thighs. "Just like that, Mika!♡~ Make me yours!♡~"

Mika’s hand moved, his fingers sliding under the edge of her black lace underwear, tugging gently at the fabric, feeling its slick, delicate texture between his fingertips.

He then pulled it slightly, stretching the material, his knuckles brushing against her swollen, wet pussy lips, sending shivers through her body.

Each accidental touch made her tremble, her breaths coming in soft, needy gasps, her thighs quivering as his fingers grazed her sensitive flesh.

He then looked up at her flushed face, her cheeks pink with arousal, and his voice was casual, almost curious, as he spoke.

"Do you always wear underwear this erotic, Charlotte? This barely qualifies as underwear...It’s so thin, I can see right through to your pussy, especially with how wet you are right now."

He tugged the lace again, his fingers brushing her lips, making her moan softly.

"I remember last time, too, you wore something just as revealing...Is this your everyday practice, putting on stuff like this?"

"Of course not, Mika. I usually wear normal underwear, nothing special."

Charlotte’s smile was bright, her voice slow and sultry as she leaned closer, her eyes gleaming with longing.

"But today, just like last time, I had this feeling deep inside my body, like my pussy knew it was going to meet you, knew it was going to feel your touch."

Her voice dropped to a fervent whisper, her hips shifting to press his fingers closer to her wet lips.

"That’s why I picked this sexy pair of lingerie today, all for you, just for you."

Her gaze turned lustful, her eyes burning with desire to please him as she pressed his hand harder against her pussy, the slick heat coating his fingers.

"But if you want, Mika, I’ll wear stuff like this every day...Or I’ll go commando, wear nothing at all."

"...So whenever you lift my skirt, you can see my naked pussy, ready for you, no shame, no barriers, just ready for your touch."