Chapter 28: Chapter 28 : Tiny Regret

Haruto’s hand lingered on Ayame’s freshly trimmed mound, the skin soft and smooth beneath his fingers. Her pussy glistened, the folds twitching with every teasing brush. His cock throbbed painfully, standing tall and hard, its head already slick with precum from the trimming and licking before.

Ayame spread her legs wider on the warm tiles, her freshly bare slit dripping, inviting him in. Her voice came out low, breathless, yet teasing:

"Haruto... don’t hold back. Put it inside me. I want to feel you... right now."

That was all he needed.

Haruto shifted forward, guiding the thick head of his cock to her wet entrance. The bare skin of her mound brushed against his shaft, and the feeling was sharper, hotter, with no hair in the way. He pressed gently at first, the tip parting her folds.

A slick squelch echoed as he pushed deeper, her pussy swallowing him eagerly. Ayame gasped, her back arching, fingers digging into the tiles as his cock slid inside her freshly shaved, tight heat.

"Ahhh... Haruto... it feels so different... so smooth... I can feel everything," she moaned, her voice breaking as he bottomed out inside her.

Haruto groaned deep in his throat, his hips pressed flush against hers. The sensation was overwhelming—her pussy clamping down bare and wet, every ridge and squeeze burning into him.

He pulled back slowly, watching his cock glisten as it slid out, only to thrust back in with a wet slap. Ayame cried out, her breasts bouncing, her hands gripping his shoulders as if to anchor herself.

"Y-Yes... deeper! It’s rubbing everywhere... ahhh!"

Her freshly trimmed mound met his hips with every thrust, skin against skin, their bodies smacking together wetly. Haruto thrust harder, his hands gripping her thighs, spreading her wide open to take him.

The sound of their sex filled the bathhouse—the slick squelch of her pussy, the sharp gasps of their moans, the rhythm of flesh colliding.

Haruto leaned down, kissing her deeply, his tongue pushing into her mouth as his cock drove harder into her smooth, drenched pussy. Ayame moaned into his lips, her body trembling beneath him.

"Haruto... I’m... I’m gonna—ahhhhhh!" she screamed as her orgasm ripped through her, her pussy clamping down violently around his cock, juices spilling out, coating his shaft and thighs.

The tight squeeze sent him over the edge. Haruto grunted, slamming in deep, his cock throbbing hard as he spilled his hot load inside her bare pussy, filling her up until it leaked out around him.

They stayed locked together, panting, trembling, the aftershocks rolling through their bodies. Haruto’s hand stroked over her freshly smooth mound, sticky and wet with their mix, and Ayame moaned softly, holding him close.

Haruto was still buried deep inside Ayame, their sweat and bathwater mixing on the slippery tiles. His cock twitched inside her, still hard even after releasing everything. Ayame, breathing heavily, felt it and smirked through her flushed face.

"Haruto... you’re still hard? Fufu... you’re greedy," she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Haruto’s lips brushed her ear, his voice husky:

"Because I’m not satisfied yet. I want more of you, Ayame."

Before she could answer, he pulled out, only to flip her gently onto her hands and knees. The water clung to her curves, droplets rolling down her back to her smooth ass. She looked over her shoulder, her hair damp and messy, her breasts swaying beneath her.

"Then... take me again... until I can’t stand anymore," she breathed, wiggling her hips teasingly.

Haruto groaned and gripped her ass, spreading her freshly trimmed slit open. He guided his thick cock to her entrance and pushed in again, sliding into her dripping pussy from behind. The wet slap echoed as his hips met hers, and Ayame let out a sharp cry.

"Ahhh—! H-haruto, so deep already...!"

He started thrusting harder, the sound of wet skin smacking against skin filling the steamy bathhouse. The water beneath them splashed with every movement, adding to the rhythm of their bodies. Haruto gripped her waist, slamming into her with force, his cock sliding in and out of her bare pussy with ease.

Her breasts bounced wildly with every thrust, nipples dragging against the wet tiles, adding to her pleasure. She clenched the floor, her moans growing louder.

"Harder! Don’t stop... give me everything, Haruto!"

He leaned over her, one hand grabbing her breast, kneading the soft flesh, while the other fingered her clit furiously. Ayame screamed, her body shuddering violently as an orgasm tore through her. Her pussy clamped down, milking him greedily as her juices gushed onto the floor.

But Haruto didn’t stop—his cock drove through her spasms, pounding her harder. Ayame collapsed forward onto the tiles, face pressed against the slippery floor, but he held her hips up, slamming deep into her again and again.

"Ahhh—ahhh—! H-haruto, you’re going to break me...!" she wailed, half-crying from the intensity, her nails scratching the floor.

Haruto’s pace grew rougher, his thrusts desperate, until finally his cock throbbed violently inside her. With a guttural groan, he pushed as deep as he could, spilling another hot load inside her bare pussy, filling her once again.

Ayame screamed his name, her body shaking uncontrollably, cumming a second time from the sheer heat of his release flooding her. Cum spilled from her slit, dripping down her thighs and mixing with the bathwater below.

They collapsed together, bodies soaked, breaths ragged, the bathhouse echoing only with their moans and the dripping of water.

The bathhouse air was still thick with steam, the sound of dripping water echoing as Ayame finally pulled herself up. Her legs trembled slightly, but she managed a small, tired smile at Haruto.

"Fufu... you wore me out..." she teased, reaching for her towel.

Haruto chuckled softly, though his chest still heaved from their wild second round. He handed her the towel, and she wrapped it around her damp body before slipping into her clothes. Haruto followed, quietly pulling on his shirt, though his eyes lingered on her every movement.

Ayame tied her hair up casually, then grabbed her small bag. She checked the time and sighed.

"I have to go," she said, almost offhandedly.

Haruto blinked. "Go? Where?"

She smiled faintly but didn’t answer directly. Instead, she just said, "Work." Then she slipped on her shoes and walked toward the door.

Haruto frowned, confused. "Work? At this hour?"

Ayame glanced back at him, her lips curling into a little grin. "Yeah... the convenience store. I’m on the night shift today. Don’t look so surprised."

Before he could ask more, she waved casually and left, the door shutting behind her.

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Haruto stood there in the quiet bathhouse, staring at the empty doorway. His thoughts tangled, unease washing over him.

Convenience store job? I didn’t even know she worked there...

He clenched his fists slightly, guilt burning in his chest.

Damn it... I just slept with her, but I barely know anything about her. Her life, her struggles, her dreams—I don’t know a thing. And yet she gave herself to me so easily...

Haruto walked home slowly through the quiet streets, the night breeze cooling his flushed skin. His mind replayed everything—Ayame’s smile, her teasing words, her warmth against him.

And yet beneath it all was a heavy weight.

I can’t just treat her like this. If I’m going to be close to her... then I need to know her for real. I need to understand Ayame... not just her body, but her heart.

He exhaled deeply, gazing up at the night sky.

"Next time... I’ll make sure to talk to her properly. I’ll know the real Ayame."

Haruto returned home quietly, the echo of Ayame’s goodbye still lingering in his ears. The house felt cold and hollow when he stepped in, the silence pressing in around him. He dragged himself into his room, stripped down, and collapsed onto his bed.

As he stared up at the ceiling, his mind began to wander.

Tokyo...

The memory hit him vividly. A cramped apartment. Nights where the only glow was from the laptop screen. His routine back then was painfully simple—come home from school or work, lie down naked on his bed, pull up some porn, and relieve himself. Over and over. That was his world: endless videos, headphones pressed tight so no one could hear, his own hand his only company.

No girlfriend. No girls who looked at him that way. Just him, the silence, and the faint sound of moans coming through speakers.

And now—his life had flipped upside down. Sex wasn’t some distant fantasy anymore. It was happening, almost daily, with real warmth, real breath, real bodies pressed against his. Ayame. Kana. That mysterious girl at the canal. The intimacy was real, alive, messy.

He let out a heavy sigh, resting his forearm across his forehead.

But... is this really what I want?

Yes, sex thrilled him. The heat, the softness, the sounds—it was intoxicating. But deep in his chest, a new hunger stirred. Something that went beyond the body.

I want more than just their skin. More than just their moans. I want to know them. To know their fears, their smiles, their hearts.

The thought of Ayame flashed through his mind—the way she smiled at him, but also the part she never showed, the side that worked quietly at a convenience store when nobody was watching.

His chest tightened.

I’ve been chasing sex like it’s the answer to everything. But no matter how much I do it... I’ll never be satisfied like this. They say people will always seek something—or someone—but they’ll never truly be satisfied. Maybe... that’s me right now.

Haruto turned onto his side, pulling the blanket up.

I don’t want to just take their bodies. I want to know their hearts. If not... then I’m no better than the lonely boy in Tokyo, fapping in the dark.

His eyes grew heavy, but the weight in his chest remained. Slowly, he drifted into sleep, carrying both regret and determination into his dreams.