Tomiko’s breath hitched, her eyes widening, her face flushing an even deeper shade of red. [Oh... Oh God...] Her thoughts were a whirlwind of shock and excitement, her gaze locked onto my cock, her lips parting slightly as if she were about to—

But she didn’t.

Not yet.

Her hand trembled as she reached out, her fingers wrapping around the cock, her touch hesitant but possessive. She gave a soft, experimental stroke, her thumb brushing against the tip, the contact making my cock twitch in her grip.

[It’s... It’s so warm... So... hard...]

I let my body arch slightly, my voice a low, breathy groan as if I were caught in the throes of a fevered dream. My hips lifted, my cock pressing against her palm, the motion deliberate, teasing.

Tomiko’s breath came out in a sharp gasp, her eyes wide with a mix of awe and fear. [He’s... He’s reacting to me... Oh God, he’s so...]

Her other hand reached out, her fingers trembling as they brushed against my balls. The touch was light, almost reverent, as if she were handling something fragile, something sacred. Her breath was warm against my cock, her lips parting slightly, her gaze locked onto the cock as if she were memorizing every vein, every pulse.

The anticipation in the air was thick, electric, and I could feel the way her body thrummed with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

[I... I can’t believe I’m doing this... But I want to... I need to...]

And then, she did it.

She leaned in, her nose brushing against the cock, her breath hot and shaky. She sniffed—deep, deliberate, her eyes fluttering shut as if she were savoring the scent. The moment stretched, her thoughts a storm of confusion and desire.

[It smells so gross... but I want to smell it more... I want to lick it...]

The words echoed in her mind, raw and unfiltered, a confession that sent a dark thrill through me. She was disgusted but fascinated, repelled but drawn in, and the contradiction only made the moment more intoxicating.

When her breath hit my cock, warm and moist, I let out a low, breathy groan, my voice thick with feigned sleepiness. "Hmmm..." The sound was deliberate, teasing, and it made her breath hitch, her fingers tightening slightly around the base.

Tomiko’s voice was a whisper, her words trembling with a mix of command and desperation. "Don’t move..." She said it like a plea, like a prayer, her gaze locked onto my cock as if it were the most fascinating thing she’d ever seen. And then, she did it.

Her tongue darted out, the tip brushing against the head of my cock, slick with saliva. The contact was hesitant, almost accidental, but the effect was immediate. A shiver ran through her, her thoughts a whirlwind of shock and exhilaration.

[Oh God... It’s... It’s so... different...]

She licked again, this time with more confidence, her tongue tracing the tip in slow, deliberate circles. The sensation was electric, her saliva warm and wet, her touch exploratory. She pulled back slightly, her gaze flickering up to my face, her thoughts a mix of guilt and curiosity.

[He’s not waking up... He’s really out of it...]

Her fingers tightened around the cock, her grip firm but gentle, as if she were afraid of breaking me. And then, she leaned in again, her tongue flattening against the underside of my cock, her lips parting slightly as she took the tip into her mouth.

The warmth of her mouth was intoxicating, her tongue swirling around the head, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She was inexperienced, her movements clumsy but eager, her thoughts a storm of wonder and desire.

I let my body respond, my hips lifting slightly off the bed, my voice a low, breathy moan as if I were lost in the throes of a fevered dream. The motion brought my cock deeper into her mouth, the tip brushing against the back of her throat, and she let out a choked sound, her eyes widening with surprise and excitement.

She pulled back slightly, her lips glistening with saliva, her gaze locked onto my cock as if she couldn’t believe what she was doing. And then, she did it again—this time with more confidence, her tongue swirling around the cock, her lips tightening slightly as she took me deeper.

The sensation was overwhelming, her mouth warm and wet, her touch hesitant but hungry. And I—

I let my body arch slightly, my voice a low, breathy groan as if I were caught in the throes of the drug. My hips lifted, my cock pressing against her tongue, the motion deliberate, teasing.

Tomiko’s breath hitched, her eyes wide with a mix of awe and fear.

Her free hand reached out, her fingers brushing against my balls again, her touch light but possessive. She gave a soft, experimental squeeze, her thumb brushing against the sensitive skin, the contact making my cock twitch in her mouth.

She pulled back slightly, her lips leaving my cock with a soft, wet pop, the sound obscene in the quiet room. Her breath was ragged, her chest heaving as if she’d just run a marathon.

And then, she did something that made my stomach clench—she licked her lips, her tongue darting out to catch the saliva glistening there. The motion was slow, deliberate; her eyes locked onto mine as if she were daring me to wake up, to stop her.

But I didn’t.

Not yet.

Because this was her moment—her confession, her desire, her betrayal. And I was going to let her drown in it.

Tomiko’s gaze flickered away from mine, her face flushed a deep crimson as if she’d just realized the full weight of what she was doing.

She stood up slowly, her movements hesitant but determined. Her fingers trembled as they moved to the buttons of her kimono, her breath hitching as she began to undress.

The fabric slid from her shoulders, pooling at her feet, leaving her in nothing but her bra and panties.

The lace of her undergarments was black, delicate, the kind of thing she’d never wear in front of her family. The contrast between the dark fabric and her pale skin was striking, and I could feel the way her body thrummed with a mix of excitement and shame.