Stealing Spree

Chapter 2363: Helping out despite the change in situation (1) *

A minute later, we were still at the same point. Not because I chickened but because her phone suddenly rang. When she pulled it out, the name flashing on the screen was none other than her boyfriend.

Futaba didnʼt immediately take it but instead, she glanced back at me, eyes wide with a mix of guilt and apprehension. Her breath was shallow and quick, her body was trembling under the anticipation of the touch she craved for. However, the cold reality came knocking and slapped her right in the face.

”Donʼt worry. Take it. I wonʼt leave.” I assured her, my hands not moving from where they were. ”Itʼll be more suspicious if you donʼt.”

Futaba nodded and took the phone with her shaky hands, ”H-hello?”

Her voice was high-pitched and nervous. I couldnʼt help but wonder if he could hear her heart racing. She tried to keep her voice steady, but every little noise she made was like a siren in the quiet room.

If sheʼs like this, wouldnʼt she get caught easily? Sheʼs struggling to keep her composure. Her eyes darted to me every now and then, silently asking for my assurance.

But I guess this was the difference between us. My shamelessness was so thick that I was unperturbed about her boyfriend calling at this time. Meanwhile, this should be the first time sheʼs doing something like this behind his back. Or the second time if we could count the night this started.

As she talked to her boyfriend, I couldnʼt help but be surprised at how she quickly adapted to it naturally. From being flustered, aroused and nervous, she turned into a sweet and loving girlfriend in a heartbeat. It was almost comedic to see.

But since she didnʼt move away from me, I could faintly hear the conversation.

He was asking her if she arrived home safely and if she already had dinner.

A part of me was whispering to tease her while she was on the phone but I knew that would be cruel. Plus, I didnʼt want to risk her hanging up on him in the middle of a conversation.

So, I just kept my hand where it was, letting the tension build up as their conversation rolled into the phone.

However, with each second that passed, it didnʼt escape my notice that Futabaʼs breathing gradually grew more ragged. Eventually, her chest rose and fell like a stormy sea beneath my hand.

Her cheeks were aflame and her eyes started darting back to me, looking like she was silently pleading for me to continue and let her feel what she was craving for.

Was she aware of this? Did she really want me to continue while she was still on the phone with her boyfriend?

I naturally didnʼt move right away and just observed her, taking the cue from her eyes.

With the way she looked at me, it was as if she was practically and wordlessly begging me to push through her barriers. But I couldnʼt do that without her consent. Not at this point.

So, I decided to give her the power to choose.

I leaned in closer and whispered into her ear. Just enough for the phone not to pick up my voice, ”Futaba, if you want me to continue, you have to tell me clearly. If not, I will wait until you finish.”

Futaba looked up to search for my eyes, seeking reassurance. I gave her a nod, a silent promise that she was in control. Something flickered within her eyes as her lips stretched into a satisfied smile.

Then, with a deep breath, she spoke into the phone, her voice a sweet, sugary lie that seemed to taste bitter on her tongue, ”Yuichi-kun, wait a moment.”

She took another deep breath and I knew she was bracing herself.

”Onoda-kun,” She whispered, her voice thick with need, ”Please... donʼt stop.ʼ

As though a switch had been flipped in my head, her permitting words were like a spell that broke my restraint. I leaned in closer to her ear while my hand finally reached its destination.

I let my hand glide over the fabric of her bra, cupping the twin peaks just enough to hold their weight. The heat of her body seared through it and she immediately quivered from the sensation.

She gasped into the phone, quickly turning it away from her mouth.

”Are you okay?” Her boyfriendʼs voice was muffled but concerned.

Futaba nodded frantically, not daring to let her voice betray the pleasure coursing through her body, ”Yeah, Iʼm fine. Just a... stomachache,” she improvised, her voice a mere thread of sound.