Perhaps it was due to her years spent on the battlefield, or simply her natural instincts—whatever the reason, Kiri didn't like having people behind her.
Especially not people who posed a threat… or carried weapons.
And right now, Ryuji was exactly that—armed, both in his inventory and his so-called "action bar." Guns, blades, explosives—you name it.
But right now, the one weapon she couldn't ignore — the one pressing hot and insistent against the curve of her ass — was very much real.
Even through his pants, she could feel the gradual stiffness, like a waking beast brushing up her rear, testing, nudging, asserting its presence.
She didn't understand why, but her heart, which was already pounding fast, started racing even more. A strange, unexplainable emotion surged within her.
A mix of anxious anticipation—and something else.
"Are you planning to accidently fire your gun?" she muttered
Feeling him constantly pressing his bulge against butt, feeling his heartbeat thudding harder against her, her mood and courage gradually improved.
She wasn't someone to back down. So, boldly, she reached behind her and slipped her hand into his pants.
"…Oh?"
She blinked.
That… wasn't what she expected.
Thick...Hot..... It twitched in her palm, pulsing with restrained hunger.
The size alone made her legs tremble instinctively. She imagined it — imagined that thing inside her — and winced, her mind flashing with an almost phantom ache. Her insides tightened.
Still, she didn't stop. Fingers wrapping around his length, she slowly stroked him, the soft skin already feverish against her palm.
His breath hitched.
And when he pressed closer, his hand finally sliding along her soaked thighs, nudging at her slick folds through the already-soaked lace panties, she gasped.
Her cunt— already flushed, already needy — throbbed as his fingers found it. Pressed. Rolled and gave it the lightest pinch.
Her knees buckled. "Fuck—"
She grabbed him tighter in reflex, squeezing.
Ryuji's body tensed. He hissed in a breath, and she felt his nose graze along her neck before his teeth gently caught her earlobe.
"Is that disobedience I feel," he growled, "or just inexperience?"
His hand moved again — bold, calloused fingers parting her folds beneath the water, sliding between her lips, rubbing slow, deliberate circles.
"Y-you tell me," Kiri let out a chuckle. Mimicking the sultry barmaids from the roadside inns, she twisted her wrist skillfully.
The response was immediate—a sharp, breathless exhale from Ryuji.
It was a feeling too strange to describe. But for Ryuji, the line between restraint and action had already disappeared.
"Definitely disobedience," he said.
And then — he acted.
In one swift motion, he released her chest, reached up, and yanked her collar. The force was enough to lift her shirt up to her neck. She instinctively performed a sharp motion that left her upper half exposed, her clothing tangled awkwardly by her pinned-up hair.
Her chest bounced free, untamed and trembling — was now bare.
He didn't wait.
His hands found her breasts, cupping them, squeezing with hungry reverence.She moaned, the sound embarrassingly loud in the quiet night.
And then —before she could react, he spun her. One hand yanked her panties down — white, soaked, clinging — pulling them past her knees, down her long legs. They dangled briefly at her ankles before he kicked them away.
He caught her in his arms, a gasp escaped her—but it was swallowed by his kiss, deep and consuming, his tongue chasing hers with hungry precision.
She moaned and flung her arms around his neck and dragged him into the water.
Water splashed wildly as they rolled over the wooden decking by the river, limbs tangled and skin soaked. Kiri laughed joyfully, her head thrown back as she sent glittering arcs of water into the air.
But it wasn't over.
Even after their skin had been cleansed of sweat and dust, they tangled again.
Back in the water, Kiri finally pinned him down, straddling him with the grin of a victor.
"Hah… hah… So eager, are you? Falling so hard for your big sis's charm?" she teased, leaning close and lifting his chin playfully with a finger. Her voice was smug, but her body welcomed his hands without complaint—especially the one that resumed kneading her rear.
Her laughter was soft and high-pitched, spilling into the river air.
Ryuji lay flat on the wooden planks, water barely touching his ears. He smiled, gave her lips a kiss, then smacked her backside.
"You laugh like a little hen, but you move like an eel."
"Eel? How am I like an eel?" she said, mock-offended, tweaking his chest playfully.
The sensation made him tense, and he pushed himself up slightly, dragging his hands along her thighs, fingers tracing her slick entrance again.
"I meant… you're delicious, like grilled eel."
He kissed her again.
"I've never tasted one—but I've always wanted to. Same with you, Kiri. Since the first time I saw you, I knew I had to make you mine. I wanted to see you fall apart under me… to make you cry, not from pain—but from how deep I'd reach. You can doubt everything I say—except that."
He spoke his mind—and every word of it was true.
Whether it was the urge to fuck Kiri… or to fuck her until she cried—he hadn't been able to get those thoughts out of his mind since their very first meeting.
She blinked at him, a little stunned.
What Kiri didn't know was how deep it ran. She always thought Ryuji was just a bit of a pervert—always staring at her legs, her chest, with that familiar hungry look. She'd noticed it, of course. But she never imagined that from the very first second he laid eyes on her, he'd already decided he had to have her. Not just flirt. Not just touch.
He wanted to make her his. To fill her. To break her composure. To make the bold, brash Kiri tremble and cry out his name—completely, utterly his.
"All right then!" Kiri laughed, punching him lightly in the chest, her grin wide and wild like a storm ready to roll in.
Then, without warning, she shoved him back into the shallow water, her whole body pressing him down with a splash. Water erupted around them, but she didn't care. Her damp hair clung to her cheeks, her eyes gleamed like a cat playing with its prey.
"Sounds like big sister needs to interrogate you properly," she purred, smirking as she straddled him.
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