"Can't you stay still for a little longer?"
"...Are you still going?"
Of course, I said, and bit into his strong neck.
At that moment, he let out a sweet voice with a short scream.
I want to see his face more disheveled...
I leaned over him, who was breathing more and more erratically, and slowly moved my hips back and forth...
Clack, clack, clack, clack...
The sound of keyboards being typed at high speed echoed throughout the room.
Moreover, the sound was coming from all over the room, not just one place.
It was past 10 PM.
A few of us were working overtime to cover for a mistake made by a colleague.
Having stared at the computer screen for too long, I felt an unusual dryness in my eyes and sighed as I rubbed my eyes.
"Emma, are you okay? My eyes are about to reach their limit too."
From the seat across from me, my colleague and same-age peer, Michael, peeked out.
His slightly brown-dyed hair swayed smoothly, and he rubbed his round eyes sleepily. He was very popular at the company because of his cute appearance.
Honestly, I couldn't help but envy his looks and cheerful personality.
Almost without fail, people are scared of me when they first meet me.
When I asked why after we became friends, they said my pale skin and sharp eyes made me look cold and unapproachable.
I've known that since a long time ago...
During my school days, I was often told I looked "cool," "cold," or "normal when talking," and it hurt me many times.
So, I tried to make an effort not to be told that when I became a working adult...
But I remember being shocked when a colleague said it to me shortly after I joined the company.
Of course, now that we've become friends, they don't say it anymore, but I still find myself envying Michael.
As he looked around with his round eyes, he asked loudly if everyone had finished preparing the materials. I was startled by the sound outside the window.
It was raining heavily, pounding against the window.
Oh... the rainy season started the day before yesterday.
I sighed quietly, confirmed that I had finished my work, and turned off my computer.
Then, just as I was about to leave the department, saying "Good job," the colleague who made the mistake suggested we all go for a drink to thank everyone for helping out, making a praying gesture.
Honestly, I wanted to go home and soak in a hot bath right away...
Everyone else was eager to go, and of course, Michael raised his hand, saying, "I'll go!"
As I hesitated, everyone invited me to join them.
Then, suddenly, Michael grabbed my wrist.
"Alright, alright! Emma is coming too!"
He said with a mischievous smile.
So, we who worked hard on overtime ran into a nearby izakaya in the pouring rain.
Since the next day was Saturday, we drank for a solid two hours.
By the time we left, everyone was staggering and completely drunk.
As for me... I was quite drunk.
I think it was the result of abstaining from alcohol for a while for dieting...
Usually, I get by with 2 or 3 beers, but today I wanted something sweet. I ended up drinking cocktails, which I rarely do, and got extremely drunk.
When we left the izakaya, it was still raining, and everyone dispersed, catching taxis.
And then, I realized I was left alone with Michael.
"Emma, your face doesn't change color even when you drink, as usual."
"Yeah? Well... maybe I drank a little too much today... I'm feeling dizzy..."
Michael, who looked at me worriedly, was also illuminated by the streetlight, and I could see his eyes were droopy.
But he seemed less drunk than me.
I wish I could get as cutely drunk as Michael...
"What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"
"Sigh... Michael, you're so cute even when you're drunk."
"Huh!? You think I'm cute? Emma, you're really drunk."
As I watched Michael laugh heartily, holding his stomach, the light rain suddenly turned into a downpour.
Michael screamed and grabbed my wrist, running towards a nearby large building.
"Ugh, we're really soaked. This feels gross."
I was also soaked to the skin and felt terrible...
But besides feeling wet and gross, I started to feel sick.
I think the full-speed dash while drunk made me even more intoxicated.
"Michael, I... I might feel sick..."
"Are you okay!? Hmm... Alright! Let's go in here."
Michael rubbed my back as he looked up at the building we had taken shelter in.
It was a business hotel.
Maybe there were many people like us who couldn't get home due to the sudden heavy rain.
Even though it wasn't summer vacation or a long holiday, the hotel was full, and we had to share a room.
But for now, as long as I could rest, that was fine.
I entered the room with a feeling of relief and collapsed onto the bed.
The fluffy bedding felt so good that I almost fell asleep.
"Hey, Emma! Don't sleep while you're wet."
"But I didn't bring a change of clothes..."
Michael, looking exasperated, took off his jacket and handed me a bottle of water from the room's refrigerator.
Wait, my head is still fuzzy, but what about this situation!?
Even though it's not a love hotel, we're alone in the same room...
Well, it's Michael, so nothing to worry about, I guess.
Feeling a bit complicated, I sat up and took the water from Michael.
For some reason, Michael sat down in front of me.
"What?"
"No, I just thought it's the first time I've seen you this drunk, Emma."
He grinned, saying it was rare and that he wanted to take a good look.
But frustratingly, I was so drunk that I couldn't even get angry.
"Emma, do you enjoy working at the company?"
"Huh...? Yeah, I do."
"Did you have fun at today's drinking party?"
"I had fun."
"Hehe, you become quite honest when you're drunk, Emma."
As I watched Michael laugh amusingly in front of me, I started to feel like I was petting a dog.
So, I reached out and patted Michael's head as if I were petting a dog.
Wow... it's soft.
His hair was softer than I expected, and I couldn't help but smile.
"Am I a dog?"
Is he a mind reader?
Even though he pouted, he didn't brush my hand away and continued his mysterious questions.
"Do you like all your colleagues?"
"I like them."
"Then, do you like me too?"
"I like you."
"As a man?"
"As a man...?"
Not understanding the question, I tilted my head while holding the water bottle.
Then, Michael suddenly grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards him.
My vision was suddenly blocked, and I was enveloped in the scent of his masculine cologne.
"Wha...! What!?"
Not understanding what was happening, I struggled in Michael's arms.
But of course, I couldn't match a man's strength, and I was pushed down onto the bed.
Not knowing what had happened, I looked up at Michael with wide eyes.
Then, a drop of water from Michael's wet hair fell onto my cheek as he looked down at me.
"Michael? What's wrong?"
"Emma, I'm sorry. I wanted to hold back, but I can't..."
Michael said, running his tongue along my neck while skillfully unbuttoning my shirt with one hand.
"No... Michael... stop."
"It's not 'stop,' is it? Your body is getting hotter."
Michael's hand slipped inside my open shirt.
Then, as if to confirm my rising body temperature, he caressed my upper body.
"Mmm..."
How long has it been since a man touched me...
Every time Michael's large, warm hand gently touched my skin, the center of my body throbbed more and more.
It feels good, I want him to touch me more.
And... I want to see his cute face twisted in pleasure...
What should I do... I think my switch has been flipped.
"Michael..."
When I called his name, Michael, who had buried his face in my neck, looked up.
"Emma... mmm!"
As he looked at me happily when I called his name, I grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him in for a kiss.
Then, as I caught him off balance, I flipped over and straddled him.
"Whoa... Emma?"
"I can't hold back anymore. Are you ready...?"
"Huh!? Wait, ah!!"
As Michael tried to get up, I pinned him down and bit his neck.
The mixed scent of cologne, sweat, and the izakaya filled my nose.
As he struggled, I sighed and said, "Hey, can't you stay still for a little longer?" and bit his neck a little harder than before.
At that moment, Michael arched his body with a short scream and let out a sweet voice.
"Cute..."
Then, still straddling him, I took off my wet shirt, skirt, and stockings.
Slowly, one by one...
I felt like I was doing a strip show on Michael's stomach.
My bra and panties were also wet, but I didn't take them off yet...
Michael, who had his mouth open in surprise, gulped when I was down to my underwear.
Then, I could feel his thing getting bigger.
Since I was straddling him, I could feel his thing growing and heating up against my thigh.
"Hehe, Michael's thing is getting bigger."
While straddling him, I gently stroked his thing from bottom to top over his pants.
"Mmm... It's bad... it might hurt."
As it grew bigger with each stroke, it seemed to be getting painful, confined in his pants.
Watching Michael's face contort in pain made my center throb even more.
I want to see more of that face...
I unbuckled Michael's belt and reached for his pants.
As I slowly pulled down his pants, a tent-like sight came into view.
When I glanced at Michael, his cheeks were flushed, and his breathing was getting heavier.
Thinking it might be quite close, I lightly took his thing in my mouth over his underwear.
"Ugh...! Haa... haa..."
He probably didn't expect me to take it in my mouth without pulling down his underwear.
Michael's breathing became erratic from my sudden action.
"Michael, can I do more?"
"Emma, that touch is too much... I might... be in trouble."
Even though I hadn't touched it directly yet, his thing was so hard and big that it seemed ready to burst.
"...I might be in trouble too. But I want to tease you a little more."
I was also at my limit, wanting him to penetrate me from below with his hard thing as soon as possible.
But wanting to see more of his reaction, I pressed my crotch against his bulging part and slid back and forth.
The friction against my clitoris felt so good...
"Ah... mmm..."
"Emma, don't move... haa, ugh... it's bad."
Looking down at Michael from above, his cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were teary.
His messy, soft hair tugged at my maternal instincts.
So cute... I want to see him more disheveled.
"Wait, Emma! Stop... ugh."
Seeing Michael on the verge of tears, I couldn't hold back any longer and moved my panties aside to take him in.
"Ah... mmm, haa... mmm."
Michael's thing pierced deep inside me, and a sweet numbness spread through my body.
The sound of our wet bodies rubbing together grew louder, and my head felt even dizzier than before.
"Michael... it feels so good..."
Placing my hands on his chest, I ground my hips back and forth, side to side.
Slowly, pressing down, I filled myself with Michael.
"Ah... Emma, you're too erotic..."
"Ah, because Michael is making such a cute face... ah! No..."
Suddenly, Michael's hands reached out and grabbed my hips tightly, thrusting up from below without mercy.
Where did the limp Michael from earlier go...
The impact of his thrusts made me feel like I might float off the bed.
"No...! Ah... mmm! Ah, ah..."
"Where did the aggressive Emma from earlier go?"
"Wait, ah! No... it feels so good..."
"Right? Maybe you should take off your panties. It's getting really messy down there."
Thrusting up with unchanging strength, Michael's face had completely transformed into that of a lustful man.
He gently placed one hand on my panties and pushed the fabric aside with his finger, exposing my wet, glistening center.
"Look, it's wet and shining lewdly."
"Ah, no... haa, no..."
With each thrust from below, sweet nectar dripped from my center, running down my thighs.
My whole body tingled, and my throat and head felt hot.
With each thrust, waves of pleasure washed over me.
I was nearing climax, guided by Michael, but I wanted to make him come too...!
Thinking that, I took off my bra and pressed my chest against him.
"...Mmm!"
Michael's cute face was buried in my white chest, looking pained.
But I didn't want to be the only one being attacked...
"Michael, lick it."
I pressed my plump bud against his mouth.
Michael continued to move his hips while taking my bud into his mouth, rolling it around inside.
"Ah... mmm, haa..."
Goosebumps wouldn't stop...
It felt so good that I almost lost consciousness.
But I wanted to savor this melting unity even more.
Matching the rhythm of his thrusts, I pressed my hips down harder.
"Mmm... ah, Emma... sorry, I might come."
"Let's come together...?"
Thinking that was the signal for the final push, I was wrong.
Michael continued to thrust into my center without any sign of stopping.
"Ah! Wait! No, I can't take it anymore."
"Huh? You can't say that after teasing me. It's still raining outside, so let's get even wetter."
I wanted to make Michael cry with his cute face, but instead, I ended up being the one crying...
Fin.
