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Click. Click.
The sound of the mouse came to a stop, and Mizuki leaned back in their chair with a sigh. This was hopeless. They'd been working on this scene for at least an hour now, but nothing seemed to be coming together. No matter what Mizuki did, the piecemeal video in their editing software just felt… off, somehow, like they were missing something that hovered just out of their reach.
In other words, they were stuck.
Fortunately, there were plenty of solutions to a creative block, one of which immediately popped to the forefront of Mizuki's mind: get another set of eyes on the project. They glanced at the clock. It was almost four in the afternoon. Ena was probably doing her "morning" routine right now, and Mafuyu would still be at work for another hour or two, which left only one member of the household to bother.
Mizuki grabbed their laptop, headed down the hall to Kanade's room, and knocked. There was no reply.
"Hey, Kanade…?" Mizuki called out hesitantly. They knocked again, louder this time; still nothing. Was she out? If she was, Mizuki couldn't imagine where she would have gone. The bathroom, maybe? Or was she still asleep?
Regardless, if she wasn’t answering the door, Mizuki would just have to move on to the next best option and go pester Ena. Bracing themself for the aggressive onslaught they’d have to endure for speaking to her before nightfall, Mizuki turned away from the door, but they had barely taken a step when a muffled sound stopped them dead in their tracks.
A short cry, coming from the other side of Kanade’s bedroom door.
Their head whipped back around almost instantly. Was Kanade in pain? It didn’t take long for Mizuki to conjure up a dozen probable scenarios involving Kanade injuring herself amongst the cluttered mess of her room, but despite their worry, their hand only hovered over the doorknob. They chewed their lip nervously. It felt rude to simply barge into Kanade’s room, especially considering how particular Mizuki was with their personal boundaries, and they’d rather not unless it was absolutely necessary—
Another pained noise came from inside, and Mizuki gathered their resolve and opened the door.
They scanned the room. To their surprise, nothing seemed to be amiss. Kanade was seated at her desk as usual, her headphones slotted over her head—that must be why she hadn’t responded to Mizuki’s knocking—and her body almost entirely hidden behind the chair. Carefully sidestepping the empty cup noodle boxes and stray composition sheets littering the floor, Mizuki approached Kanade’s desk and tapped her shoulder gently so as not to startle her. “Hey, are you okay…?”
Their attempts at delicacy must have been unsuccessful, because Kanade whirled around in surprise. It didn’t take long for Mizuki to see why. Their eyes dropped to Kanade’s body—her tank top was pulled up over her breasts and her shorts rested around her ankles, clearly exposing where she’d been touching herself—and then back up to her bright pink face.
When she’d turned so suddenly, Kanade had knocked her headphones off her ears and onto her shoulders, and the faint sound of what she’d been listening began to leak into the quiet room.
Wait, is that…?
Mizuki’s eyes widened, and Kanade blushed even deeper than before, her head hanging low in shame. It was raw vocal recordings for one of their upcoming songs; a quick glance at the monitor showed an entire playlist of these running in the audio player, with the current track almost halfway through.
Was she planning to listen through the whole playlist? Mizuki marveled at her dedication. They scanned over the track list again, through this time, something caught their eye.
The track before this one, labeled with their own username: Amia. Mizuki grinned.
“Looks like I got here just a little too late, hmmm~?”
When Kanade followed their gaze and realized what they meant by that, Mizuki was sure she was going to shrivel up and die on the spot. “Wait, I, I wasn’t— it’s not what you think…”
“No?” Mizuki lowered to their knees, positioned their head directly in front of Kanade’s open legs, and looked up at her with their best impression of a kicked puppy. “And here I thought you were being all sweet and thinking of me while you take care of yourself… but I guess not, huh?”
“That’s, um…” Kanade averted her eyes, then furrowed her eyebrows in determination. “No, um, that’s right. I was… thinking of you. All of you.”
Mizuki’s poor heart felt like it was going to burst at the seams. Teasing Ena was enjoyable in its own right, but Kanade’s direct and earnest responses to their provocations was almost unbearably cute. She was just too sweet for her own good. Always thinking of them, caring for them, doing her best to be honest even when she was embarrassed… Mizuki just wanted to eat her up right now.
But they exercised what little self-restraint they had and reached for Kanade’s cheek instead, cupping her face and guiding it back towards them.
“Will you show me?”
Kanade looked aghast. “S-show you? That’s…”
“Of course, you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Mizuki pouted. “But I really would like to see what you do when you think of us. I bet you look super cute.”
Kanade’s face scrunched up again, now looking indecisive. That was okay. Mizuki could be patient. They trailed their hand from Kanade’s face to her shoulder, then down her arm, finally taking her hand in theirs and pressing it softly to their lips. Mizuki peppered kisses on each finger and across her palm, licking up the sickly sweet fluid that was already coating her skin.
Careful, gentle, loving—Mizuki wanted Kanade to know just how much they wanted her.
Kanade’s gaze finally softened, and they gave Mizuki a small nod. “Okay, I’ll… I’ll show you.”
“Really~?” Mizuki didn’t even try to hide their excitement as they set down Kanade’s hand and reached over for the computer mouse, quickly adjusting the volume in the video player to its loudest setting. The faint sounds coming through the headset around Kanade’s neck, while still quiet, resounded clearly enough for both of them to hear.
“Ena, huh?” Mizuki mused, picking out the singer’s voice easily from the recording. They recognized it as one of their more recent tracks, and an excellent choice on Kanade’s part. “Ooh, this is a good one. She sounds really sexy, don’t you think?”
Kanade’s ears twitched at their question, the red tips peeking shyly from her silver hair. Adorable. Her fingers began to anxiously fiddle with one another on her lap. “Um, yeah, that’s… that’s why I added it…”
“Mmm? Good, good,” Mizuki nodded encouragingly. Though Kanade had agreed to their request, she still seemed noticeably nervous to actually go through with it. That was okay—Mizuki would just need to give her one more gentle push. They laid their cheek against Kanade’s inner thigh, easing her legs open a little more to draw her attention downward again.
“So, when you hear Ena talking to you like this… what do you do?”
Kanade’s eyes widened, seeming to get the hint. Hesitant at first, she began to pull her hands apart and move them towards her crotch to caress the outer folds. One finger slipped upwards to rest against her clit, rubbing slow circles into the sensitive flesh.
“I-I start to touch myself, like this,” Kanade narrated her actions with a shameful expression. “And I imagine that it’s… Ena, touching me, making me feel good.”
From this close, Mizuki could see everything: the rhythmic movement of Kanade’s fingers over her clit, the perspiration that began to stick to her skin and trickle down her exposed belly, the way her pussy clenched whenever Ena sang a particularly high note. It was all so unbearably alluring, and Mizuki felt themselves being drawn into the sweet thickness of lust that filled the air.
They let out a longing sigh and felt Kanade shiver as their breath brushed against her leg. “Ah, Mizuki,” she whined, fidgeting restlessly beneath their gaze, and Mizuki’s heart skipped a beat. She was already so irresistibly cute like this, but it would be fine if they teased her a little more, right?
“I’m flattered, but isn’t it supposed to be Ena fucking you right now?” Mizuki tutted, and Kanade squirmed a little more.
“It is, but… you’re here too,” Kanade protested. She had squeezed her eyes shut as if to imagine the scene more clearly. “Ena’s touching me, and, um, whispering dirty things in my ear… and Mizuki, you’re on my other side, watching and telling me how good I’m doing…”
Kanade’s cheeks flushed a little deeper as she finished speaking, and Mizuki thought they were really going to explode this time. This was far better than they had anticipated. Though Kanade was always honest with them, like Mafuyu, she was reluctant to vocalize her desires, leaving it up to Mizuki to guess and check. It was a rare delicacy for Kanade to openly reveal her fantasies like this, and Mizuki drank it up eagerly.
“And? What am I saying?”
“Um… mostly that I’m cute,” Kanade admitted sheepishly, and Mizuki laughed.
“Well, I’m right about that. You are cute. The cutest, even,” Mizuki purred. “Especially when you’re behaving this nicely. It’s so adorable I don’t even know what to do with myself.”
They slid their head back along Kanade’s thigh and grinned with delight when she whimpered in response. “You’re so cute, sometimes I just want you all to myself… but it’s a good thing Ena’s here, isn’t it? Need someone to mess up your pretty little face before I can spoil you~”
At this, Kanade’s body twitched, and Mizuki watched the grinding motion of her fingers speed up into a rougher, more relentless stimulation. It was as though the Ena of her imagination was responding to Mizuki’s teasing, shaping the fantasy around her suggestions.
The sense of power was almost dizzying, and Mizuki felt a sharp rush of heat surging between their legs. It didn’t help that Ena’s seductive singing voice was turning them on as well, nor that Kanade had let her mouth fall open in ecstasy, allowing a small trickle of saliva to spill from her lips and trail messily down her chin. Mizuki wanted nothing more than to lean up and lick her face clean, seal those pretty little lips closed with all the kisses Kanade wholeheartedly deserved, and then fuck her silly.
But no. Mizuki could be patient. Their eyes flickered to the monitor as the current track finally came to the close. It would be their turn soon. Mafuyu’s vocal recordings tended to be shorter and efficiently clipped than Ena, and after that, they would take the stage. They’d close the gap between Kanade’s indulgent fantasy and reality.
As Mafuyu’s lilting voice floated through the headphones, Kanade’s breath caught in her throat. The grinding motion at her bottom half slowed, and one hand trailed up to her chest, leaving a slightly shimmering sheen in its wake.
Her nipples were already erect, small buds perking up from the slight curve of her chest, and Kanade desperately rubbed across one of them with the pad of her thumb. Her fingers, still slightly damp from where she’d been touching herself, lathered the soft pink skin with her own glistening fluids. God, that was hot. It was like Kanade wanted Mizuki’s wavering self-restraint to snap and for them to lean forward and lock their lips around those beautiful little buds, exactly where they belonged.
“Mmn… Mafuyu, please…” Kanade whined, twisting her body as she gave her nipple a small squeeze. “Don’t just touch them… I want kisses too.”
The sound of Kanade’s needy pleas sent another rush of blood to Mizuki’s abdomen. “So you like it when Mafuyu goes for the chest? I’m sure she’d love to hear that.”
“Mizuki…!” Kanade gasped in surprise, her eyes snapping open to look down at them. Had she forgotten they were watching? How cute. Mizuki giggled and pressed a small kiss against her thigh, eliciting another delightful squirm.
“You wanted kisses, right? Don’t worry, darling, I’ll take care of it.”
Kanade let out another whimper as Mizuki teased the inside of her leg: soft, loving, occasionally with the sinister promise of teeth grazing the skin to tempt Kanade closer to the edge. More than anything, though, Mizuki needed something to do. Keep their mouth busy, find some outlet for the adoration bursting inside of them, distract themselves from the throbbing sensation in their groin—Mizuki didn’t care what it was, but they knew they couldn’t just sit and idly watch Kanade pleasure herself for any longer.
Meanwhile, Kanade had moved her other hand up to her breasts as well. Each twist and squeeze of the bud brought forth a new cry of pleasure from her lips, mixing beautifully with Mafuyu’s delicate singing voice. Mizuki studied her movements intently. The way Kanade attacked her nipples was more aggressive than the gentle care Mizuki usually treated her with. Did she prefer to be handled more roughly? Or perhaps this was Mafuyu’s preference, who often communicated her own desires through the way she touched the others. Either way, Mizuki stored this little tidbit in their mind for later, and redoubled their efforts on Kanade’s other leg.
“Haah… Mizuki… not just there, please,” Kanade whined. Her legs clenched tightly around Mizuki’s neck, pulling them in even closer. At this distance, they could see their breath tickling the hair around Kanade’s entrance and the cute little shivers she made in response.
Mizuki pressed another kiss to Kanade’s thigh, this one a bit heavier and sloppier than the others. “You’re doing so good,” they purred, eyes glued to the computer screen. Mafuyu’s track was coming to a close, meaning the next one would be their own. “So, Kanade… where do you want me to touch you~?”
Kanade squirmed as Mizuki’s voice started playing through the headphones, and she reached one hand back down to spread apart her pussy, framing it with her slender fingers.
"For Mizuki, I-I’d like to be touched inside… like how you do it.” She traced one finger over the edge of her folds with visible nervousness, shuddering where it touched the skin. “But, um, I’m kind of nervous to actually put a finger inside, so I usually just do something like this…”
Kanade teased the edges of her pussy again, and Mizuki watched as the walls inside clenched down tightly around nothing. She was panting heavily now, and Mizuki could see the lust clouding over Kanade’s eyes as she looked down at them longingly.
It was obvious what Kanade wanted from them, and Mizuki wanted nothing more than to spoil her silly—but something dug away at the back of their mind, a small pang against their pride. Kanade was so sweet, wanting to touch herself in the same manner her lovers did, but when it came to Mizuki…
“You’re nervous?” Kanade nodded, and Mizuki nuzzled affectionately against her skin in response, a cheeky grin on their face. “Then how about this? If you can be a good girl and put it in yourself, I’ll give you a special reward~”
Kanade let out a flustered whine. “I-I’m not sure…”
“If you can’t, that’s okay. But I’ll be right here with you all the way,” Mizuki reassured her, and Kanade’s expression seemed to relax a little.
“Okay… I’ll try.”
With the nervous hesitance of inexperience, Kanade unlocked her legs from around Mizuki and prodded carefully at the center of her exposed pussy. A small noise escaped her lips when her fingers met the wet skin with an audible squelch.
Mizuki grinned. “You hear that? I know you’re nervous, but when you’re already this wet it will slide in nice and easy, I promise.”
Kanade opened her mouth, presumably in protest, but quickly snapped it closed again as she stifled another moan. Her fingers were pushing down with a little more force now, and judging by the tremors that ran through her body, she must have just hit a particularly sensitive spot. Her stomach pulled inwards, the muscles going taut beneath the skin—that wasn’t good. She was tensing up. Kanade was already pretty tight, and too much more would make it hard for her to get her fingers in.
“Relax a little bit, darling,” Mizuki cooed, pulling their hands up around Kanade’s legs and rubbing their hands comfortingly across her skin. “That’s it, take a deep breath. You’re almost there.”
Mizuki could feel the tension easing up from her body as Kanade followed their instructions, and they continued to guide her through the motions. “You’re doing so good. Just bring your fingers down a little lower and—there you go, just like that. Now try pushing one in.”
Under Mizuki’s attentive gaze, Kanade’s index finger slid smoothly between the folds of her pussy and buried itself down to the knuckle. She let out a short sound of surprise and looked down at them with a bewildered expression. “I-is it in?”
“Can’t you feel it?” Mizuki chuckled, and they unhooked one of their arms to poke at Kanade’s hand, pushing the finger in deeper. Judging by the sound she made, Kanade certainly felt that movement—in fact, she was already tensing the muscles on her hand, bending the finger inside to deepen the sensation.
Mizuki could feel themselves salivating at the sight. They were going to be the first person to ever see Kanade fuck herself like this. A discovery of this level deserved some grand ceremony, maybe a Nobel Peace Prize; but then again, Mizuki wasn’t sure they wanted to share this sight with anyone else. Maybe Mafuyu and Ena if they were lucky, but beyond that? This display belonged to Mizuki and Mizuki alone.
They were drawn from their greedy thoughts by a small giggle from Kanade. Just what was this silly girl laughing about? Mizuki looked up to meet her eyes, and saw that she was looking back at them with a disarmingly tender expression.
“Haha… it really does feel like you,” Kanade murmured, and Mizuki felt a rush of giddiness travel from their toes to the tips of their ears in an instant. They leaned up and pressed their lips to Kanade’s belly, drawing out another small giggle.
God, they loved her so much.
“You really are so cute,” they sighed, then peeked back up at Kanade with a smirk. “And you’ve been such a good girl, too. Don’t think I’ve forgotten your reward~”
Kanade’s face flushed in anticipation as Mizuki eased her legs a little further apart. It was obvious what they were about to do, and Kanade started to pull her finger out to give them space, but Mizuki stopped her with a gentle hand.
“Don’t worry, you won’t be in my way,” they explained as they settled their face into position. “Why don’t you take them out when you’ve had enough? You can do that, right?”
After a moment’s pause, Kanade returned a small nod, and Mizuki smiled. “That’s what I like to hear. Then, here I come~”
Mizuki’s tongue darted out of their mouth to dab at the edges of Kanade’s entrance. For all their insistence that she keep pleasuring herself, it proved rather tricky to find an angle that provided easy access, and Mizuki had to crane their head around a few times to look for an opening that would give them enough room to work with. They felt a bit bad—it hadn’t been their intent to further tease Kanade like this.
Fortunately, they were in prime position to make it up to her.
It was a foreign feeling for Mizuki’s tongue to brush clumsily against Kanade’s fingers as they worked their way along her pussy: fingers that weren’t theirs, and which shuddered under their touch just as much as the sensitive skin between her legs. Mizuki lapped up the fluid just as easily as they did the adorable cries that continued to pour from Kanade’s lips like honey, sweet and sticky on their tongue.
They licked sloppily up Kanade’s hands and pressed a kiss to her flushed knuckles, then looked up to gauge her response. Kanade was in pure bliss. Her mouth hung open unabashedly, and the hand that had been toying with her breasts earlier had since fallen slack and was resting on her stomach. Every inch of her delicate body had been dyed a rosy pink, and Mizuki gazed up at it in awe.
“You look so cute like this,” Mizuki murmured. Their mind felt like it was in a daze. It was like Kanade had an aphrodisiac effect on them, sending all the blood in their body rushing to their crotch; they could feel themselves straining uselessly against their panties, begging for release.
Trying not to lose focus on the task at hand, Mizuki swiped one hand blindly under the desk chair—it would be rude to cum all over Kanade’s musical scores!—and upon finding it clear of clutter, freed their dick from its tight constraints. Thank God they’d decided to stick to a skirt today. If they’d had to pull off a pair of shorts (or worse, tights), Mizuki would have just cum in their pants; there was no way they’d be depriving Kanade of her reward for a second longer than necessary.
That was the same reason Mizuki was grateful Kanade didn’t seem to notice what they were doing. The golden child that she is, Kanade would almost certainly be insistent on helping them finish, even at the expense of her own pleasure. Mizuki didn’t want that. They were capable of taking care of themselves, and besides, this moment was about Kanade. Precious Kanade, who deserved every drop of affection Mizuki could give her.
Even now, Mizuki could feel the tenderness with which she cherished her partners. At some point Kanade’s free hand had ended up resting on Mizuki’s head, and her fingers threaded lovingly through their pastel-pink hair. It was as if she was praising them for each stroke of their tongue, each kiss they layered across her skin like a blanket, each needy mewl they eased from her throat.
The feeling only made Mizuki want to give her more. They dabbed at the precum forming at their tip and ran it down their length, making use of any lubrication they could get. Each stroke had them breathing more and more heavily onto Kanade’s skin, and they relished in the adorable sounds she made in response. At this point, Mizuki didn’t care if she could tell what they were doing. Between their own singing voice still ringing out from Kanade’s headphones and the erotic melody playing from her lips, Mizuki was already close, and each glimpse of Kanade’s body only brought them nearer to the edge.
It looked like Kanade was reaching her peak too, and Mizuki reluctantly slowed their strokes, doing their best to match Kanade’s pace. As her fingers began to slip out from inside her, Mizuki poised their hand around their tip in preparation to wring themselves dry.
For a practiced hand, the release came as easily as expected. Above them, Kanade looked completely worn out. Her thighs were still trembling as Mizuki eased her down from her high with feather-light kisses everywhere their mouth could reach: her legs, knees, stomach, even a few reaching her chest where Mizuki had risen up to catch her.
Kanade slumped forward into their face and wrapped her arms weakly around them. “Was that good?” she mumbled, and they melted on the spot.
“Yes, darling, that was so good. You did so good,” Mizuki cooed. “Look, I’ll even show you how good you did~”
They pushed back the desk chair and guided Kanade’s gaze down to the floor, which had been recently decorated with globs of thick, white liquid that originated at Mizuki’s crotch. Their flushed head still stuck out tauntingly from beneath the hem of their skirt.
Kanade took in the sight for a moment, and her face relaxed into an expression of dazed contentment, soft enough for Mizuki to wonder how long it’d be until they were joining the puddle of cum on the floor. “I’m glad,” she sighed, but then her face curled up into a small frown. “By the way… what did you come in here to see me for?”
Oh. Mizuki glanced at the laptop they had abandoned on the bed when they’d first barged into Kanade’s room. They’d gotten so swept up in the situation at hand that they’d completely forgotten why they came here in the first place.
“Don’t worry, nothing too serious. I just got stuck on the next music video and wanted a fresh perspective.”
“Oh.” Kanade’s face crinkled a little more. “I’m sorry. I can look over it now.”
Mizuki had walked over to the bookshelf to retrieve a cleanup towel, and they glanced back over their shoulder to see the guilty look etched on Kanade’s face. They sighed. She really did hold herself accountable for anything and everything, didn’t she? It was a bit endearing, but they also wished she wouldn’t be so hard on herself all the time, especially for something silly like this. Mizuki would be happy to remain stuck in a video-editing standstill forever if it meant spending that time turning Kanade into a blushing mess.
“No need. You actually gave me the exact inspiration I needed,” Mizuki said with a chuckle. Their eyes razed up and down Kanade’s flushed body with undisguised hunger.
“Really? What was that?”
“Wasn’t cute enough.” Mizuki smirked. “It just needed a little more pink.”