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Our lips quickly parted.
As though freed from her magic, I came to my senses and raised my face. Miyu’s slightly upturned eyes laugh at me.

「Is that it?」

It was as if she was asking if that was all I could muster. That’s undoubtedly what she meant.
However, I had no intention of kissing her in the first place. I was planning on either touching her lips with my fingers, pulling her cheeks, or something along those lines.
Miyu’s weird power took away my freedom to move.

「Hey, are you done?」

She says with a sultry voice, leaning her whole body forward.

「*Aree youu donee*～？」

Taunting me right in front of my face. She looks delighted.
From Miyu’s perspective, I just gave a light kiss and backed off. The very example of a half-baked move you really shouldn’t do.

「Shuch an adorable kissh from Mishaki-chan, ishn’t it?～？」

She pats me on the head like I’m a child, causing my face to burn up.
If I ever look down in embarrassment, it’ll be my complete loss. It’ll just make Miyu even happier.
　
Powered by spite, I pushed my hand against the nearest breast I could reach.
This is where I should follow Ruka’s example. Overwhelming skinship, enough to make you get the wrong idea.
Or rather, it’s not like girls don’t touch each other’s boobs. But, like, it’s a bit nerve-wracking to grope in an indecent but playful way.
I awkwardly grope her breast and mimic Ruka.

「*W-woah*～… These are some pretty nice goods…」
「*Hm～mnh*, so you wanted to touch my boobs, Misaki?」
「*Eh, ah*, I was…」
「Pervert.」
　
Could you not say that in a low, serious tone? It’s making my heart jump. It won’t feel like a joke any more.
Giving up, I raise my hands as a show of surrender.
　
「Okay, it’s over; we’re all done!」
「So you’re done? Then next up is my turn.」
「What?」

Just as I answered absent-mindedly, Miyu’s body suddenly loomed over me.
She was on top of my lap in no time. Her long skirt has been turned up, and her white knees sandwich my thighs. I can’t run. I feel like I’ve seen this just recently.

「W-Wait, Miyu…」

Looking up, Miyu’s beaming smile looks down upon me. Perhaps due to last time, it seems like she’s gained a liking for being on top of people.

「What? You want me to get off? Want me to stop?」

Hearing that, my mouth closed shut.
Perhaps due to last time, it seems like I’ve gained a liking for having someone on top of my lap.
… No, that’s not true. Well, I mean, it’s not *not* true.
But there’s no way I can say, ‘Don’t stop.’

「If Ruka straddles you like this and says, 『I like you, can we kiss?』 will you be able to refuse her? Oh indecisive Misaki-chan?」
「N-No, Ruka wouldn’t do this anyway…」
「Really? Can you really be sure?」

That’s something I can’t be 100% sure of.
While I was once again unable to respond, Miyu put a hand by my cheek.

「Why don’t we practice, then?」
「W-What?」
「For when you’re assaulted; try fighting back.」

Before she finished speaking, Miyu’s face came down on me, plugging up my half-open mouth.
Something soft and warm immediately invaded me, coarse on the surface, wet on the sides.
Overwhelmed by the situation, I grabbed Miyu’s wrist and breathed out.

「S-Stop it…」

After saying so, I pull my hanging tongue back into my mouth. Seeing this, Miyu grinned.

「If you say it like that, it just makes me want to do it more～」

Miyu grabs my wrist in return and once again presses her lips onto mine.
As she continues rubbing her tongue against mine, the rough surface gradually becomes slippery from the mucus.
The squelching of wet saliva echoes within my mouth.

「*Ha, ah*…」

I can no longer form the words for ‘wait’ or ‘stop’.
*It feels so good; please don’t stop; I want more.*
These words occupy my mind, completely blanking it out. I can’t see what’s in front of me any more.
My heart is beating so fast it hurts; I can’t help but want to breathe more air in.
I can’t tell if I’m breathing from my mouth or my nose any more.
I can only feel out the movements of her tongue and anticipate the best timing to inhale.

「*Haa, ha*-…」

Hot breath hits the tip of my nose. I can hear haggard exhales.
It sounds like I wasn’t the only one having a hard time breathing. Miyu is also out of air.
She seemed completely calm the whole time, but she’s actually aroused. Realizing this, my heart beats even faster.
As she bullies me with her tongue, Miyu holds my hand. Not in the usual way, she interlocked her fingers with mine. Just like you’d do with a lover. She’s being rough with me, yet her grip is tender.
In a trance, I grip her hand tightly. At this point, I completely lost the will to resist.
I don’t care about anything else any more.

「… *Oh-uh*, you gave in, didn’t you?」

When I came to be, Miyu’s face was overlooking me from above.
As my eyes slowly regained focus, I gradually realized the situation I’m in right now.
　
「No, t-that’s not…」
　
I couldn’t help but want to deny. I frantically attempted to let go of her hand. However, like a beast that has found its prey, Miyu’s fingers squeezed tight, not letting me go.

「Your eyes are all droopy, you know? Cute.」

She says when her own eyes are unfocused, like she’s staring at something in the far distance. Her cheeks are also red, like she’s been too long in the bath.
Actually, this is full-on assault, isn’t it? Aren’t we supposed to be pretending? Wasn’t this supposed to be practice for refusing people’s advances?

「Show me your cuter side, would you?」

Miyu said a somewhat theatrical line to my ear.
It’s like she’s actively switching a flip inside of her. Lightly dragging her lips on my cheek, she brings her lips in front of me.

「… Come on; if you want it, you have to properly beg.」

She whispered with our lips nearly touching each other.
This isn’t a Miyu I know any more. It’s completely different from the personas she’s shown today.
However, this isn’t the first time I’ve ever thought this way. Sometimes I even think that there might be multiple Miyus inside of Miyu.

「… What do you want me to do? Tell me.」

It was a command spoken in a gentle tone, but I don’t feel like I can resist it. Her quiet voice weirdly reverberated deep within my head.
If I ever beg in front of this Miyu, what’s going to happen? I have no idea what this Miyu plans to do to me.
I’m half-uneasy, half-excited.
The choice to refuse is already gone. *What should I say to make her happy?* Is the only thing in my mind.

That moment, a noise tore through the silence. It came neither from me nor from Miyu, but from another room.

Surprised, Miyu raised her head and turned to the source of the sound.
It was the bathroom’s alert jingle. It seems like the bathwater is hot now.
The one who set the alarm wasn’t me, but Miyu. To think that she’s set a timer on herself; it seems like Miyu still has much to learn.