Chapter 22 : Who was the one who asked first?

In the study room.

I haphazardly pulled out the textbooks I used in class today and carelessly placed them on the desk.

“Ugh, so heavy. Can’t we just digitize these into tablets or something?”

“…”

“…Huh? Yena— Ah.”

Wait, she’s too close…

I turned around because it was weird how quiet she had been, only to find Yena right in front of me.

She had slightly risen from her seated position, kneeling on the floor.

Naturally putting her in a position where she was looking down at me.

As soon as our eyes met, she relaxed her knees and casually plopped down.

“Uh… Yena? What?”

“Ha, did you forget anything?”

Forget?

Thinking I might have left a book behind, I turned my head back slightly before looking forward again.

I scanned the books in front of me.

‘…Huh? I brought them all. What?’

Hmm. Then something else?

What could I have forgotten?

Lost in thought, I crossed my arms and pondered.

…No matter how much I thought about it, nothing came to mind.

Just as I started suspecting Yena was messing with me—

“Eigh.”

“Hyahk! Hey, hey!”

“What’s gotten into you… to act so nice all of a sudden?”

Why is she suddenly putting her hands on my waist…?!

Yena’s fingers slid up from below my hips, gripping my waist tightly—so much that I nearly bit my tongue.

The curve leading from my waist to my hips, and the fingers resting right beside it, coiled around my skin like serpents with wills of their own.

Startled by the strange sensation through my clothes, I yelped and flailed, trying to pry her hands off.

“Eugh, what?! Stop, hii… L-Let go, ugh?!”

Just as her grip loosened slightly, her fingers clamped down on my waist with a squeeze loud enough to hear.

The wriggling fingers, like ten snakes, instantly turned into steel wires, ruthlessly tightening around my waist.

The suffocating pressure made it hard to keep my hands from going limp.

“Huff…! L-Let go…!”

“It’s your fault… isn’t it?”

Before I knew it, Yena was whispering right into my ear.

Saying something incomprehensibly strange.

Her chest pressed against my back, and the hands on my waist steadily increased their pressure.

Normally, I’d at least notice the sensation of her chest, but I had no room for that now.

‘Why won’t she let me move…?!’

She had grabbed a spot that felt like it shouldn’t be grabbed.

It wasn’t particularly intense, but the suspiciously strong pressure made me want to resist.

“Ghk, ugh…!”

After struggling like that for a few seconds—

I finally gave up, placing my hands over each of Yena’s and going limp.

I’d noticed it before, but the difference in our strength was much bigger than I thought.

I assumed she had no athleticism from watching her play badminton.

But seriously, is there anything this girl can’t do?

‘…If she really tried, I’d be completely helpless, haa…’

Maybe I should start working out… but I don’t want to.

A chilling thought crossed my mind.

What if she’s holding back right now…?

Not to mention, I kept feeling an intense something from behind.

Probably not just my imagination.

Did I awaken some kind of “mind’s eye” like in novels?

‘Of course not, haha…’

Maybe it was just survival instinct kicking in after everything I’d been through.

Swoosh— Slide—

Carefully, I stroked the fingers wrapped around my waist, trying to calm things down.

Up and down, making sure not to trigger anything. Slowly.

As I gently rubbed, the intense pressure on my flesh gradually lessened.

…Of course, that didn’t mean she was letting go.

‘This… ngh.’

Suddenly, the term “waist-holding from behind”—a cliché from lewd manga—popped into my head.

There’s that scene where the heroine is pinned down, her waist grabbed, and then… you know.

The name comes from how holding both sides to stabilize her shaky waist resembles handles.

Why does this kind of thing come to mind while I’m being dominated?

At this rate, I feel like the heroine in a lewd manga…

Another wave of embarrassment surged up.

Even though our bodies swapped, shouldn’t I be the one doing this?

At least it’s a cute girl doing this to me. That’s something, right?

I forced myself to push away the sensations, though it wasn’t easy with her fingers still moving.

‘Ngh… I-I’ve held out for a while now. So…’

Still seated, I tried to stand up by pushing off my legs—

“Ghk…!”

“Sigh. No.”

“Ugh… What’s with you all of a sudden…?”

“…”

And just like that, I was “seated” again.

…And here I thought she was helping me study.

Only after several minutes of her claiming my waist as her territory did her grip finally loosen.

In between, I desperately fended off her attempts to reach lower, playing a hellish defense game.

Every time I flinched and tensed up, she’d return to groping my waist.

And if I let my guard down for even a second, the shadow of evil would creep closer.

I’d slap her hands away and defend again.

“Sigh…”

After being tormented for so long, relief at finally being freed outweighed any anger.

In other words, I didn’t even have the energy to be mad.

“Hmm, hmm.”

“What, why? You said we’d study, but all you’ve done is weird, weird things. Tch.”

“Hehe…”

Her expectant gaze landed on me.

‘What exactly are you expecting from me?’

I already let you have your way…

After being toyed with for minutes, I’ve become strangely calm.

For now, I decided to think positively.

I’m the student receiving the lesson, and in exchange for tutoring, I’m paying with my body… my body…

‘Sigh…’

Yeah, I’ll just think of it as paying tuition with my body.

Not sure if that counts as positive thinking, though. Haha.

“Let’s study now.”

“Hmm?”

“What do you mean, ‘Hmm?’ You’ve had your fill of groping. Stop with the weird thoughts and actually teach me properly.”

“…No?”

“What do you mean, ‘no?’ Study! Let’s study, you little pervert!”

“…”

Honestly, I got a little scared at the end.

Was calling her a pervert too much?

I didn’t show it, but I was trembling inside.

But Yena didn’t seem to mind, barely reacting.

The study room fell silent again.

All the squirming left me feeling a little warm.

But given everything so far…

‘The moment I take anything off, she’ll pounce…’

No basis for it—just a gut feeling.

As if reading my thoughts, Yena spoke up again.

“Ha, fine. Let’s study. Yeah.”

“Haha…”

“…Aren’t you a little hot? Hmm…”

As she said that, she took off her outerwear and neatly folded it.

Now, all that covered her was a crisp white shirt and whatever scraps she had on underneath.

“Still a bit warm like this…?”

“…!”

Her slender hand glided up the well-pressed shirt.

Her fingers reached the firmly fastened top button, fiddling with it before undoing it.

The collar parted shyly, revealing her collarbone.

‘O-One more…?’

Without stopping, she moved down to the next button, skillfully loosening it.

Including the one already undone, three buttons were now open.

The fabric naturally spread apart, exposing the upper part of her chest.

I could no longer think straight.

“Ooh…”

A handful-sized chest, pressed together by her bra, creating a lewd valley.

I wanted to bury my nose in it and savor Yena’s softness right then.

‘She wasn’t like this when it was my body.’

I can’t look away.

This is blatant seduction.

Desire threatens to boil over.

Even a lifelong single like me could recognize this temptation.

‘W-Wait, why now…?’

Before I knew it, I was on all fours, crawling right up to her.

Well, she was right in front—it was only natural to crawl closer.

From this distance, her cleavage was completely exposed.

Just a little closer, and I’d see everything inside.

‘H-Hey, let me touch them… just once…’

In that position, I glanced up at Yena, seeking permission.

“Hmm, huu…”

“Huh? What? We agreed to study, remember? Hehe.”

“W-Wait. You…”

Was it because I was excited?

Words failed me.

“Hurry up and get ready. I still don’t know how much you know.”

“No, I mean. Right now… you…”

“Tsk tsk. Who was the one who asked for this? Come on.”

…Wait, wasn’t that a green light?

Frozen on all fours, I stared blankly.

The image of her staring straight at me while unbuttoning her shirt, subtly tempting me, was still vivid.

…And now, the fruit itself was right in front of me, swaying enticingly.

‘Was she really just feeling hot…?’

No, after groping me all over just now—

She’s probably just teasing me again.

Just say yes already. You want this too.

Tilting my head up slightly, I conveyed my frustration.

Tap—

“Eep.”

A fingertip touched the lips that had been slightly protruding.

The long fingers gently brushed over the lower lip, moving as if they were about to slip inside but hesitated.

The moment the fingers touched my lips, an unpleasant memory surfaced, making my shoulders tremble slightly.

She glanced at my reaction and smirked in satisfaction.

Somehow, my pride felt chipped away.

Determined not to show it, I clenched my eyes slightly and endured.

“Don’t tell me… you’re getting excited over something like this? Hm? What were you planning to do here, right here?”

“Ugh—! N-No way! Just—just focus on studying already! Geez. What do you take me for?”

Her teasing only fueled my wounded pride, making it swell even more.

The moment I heard those words that scratched at something deep inside me, I snapped back and turned toward the desk.

Of course, on all fours.

“Haa… seriously, you’re not even a dog or anything… Pfft.”

Ignoring Yena’s incomprehensible remark, I sat in front of the desk.

“It was a nice view, though. Mm-hmm.”

“What are you even saying… Just sit down already.”

“As a thank-you, I’ll make sure to teach you really well, okay?”