Stealing Spree

Since it was just a start, I only pressed them lightly with my pointer fingers to test her reaction.

But 'Hyaan'? What the... Even Eri's reaction started with her laughing uncontrollably. I, at least, expected Futaba to start with a giggle or just another plea to be spared. But she went ahead and moaned.

It wasn't too loud but I couldn't help but glance at Akane and the others. Did they pick that up?

Futaba's reaction was unexpected but if I thought about it clearly, it did make sense. Her ticklish spots were close to her collarbone. Most likely, they also coincided with her erogenous zones in the same area. Either they overlap or they're next to each other. And the spots my fingers pressed weren't her ticklish spots.

"Was it too much?" Lacing my voice with a hint of concern, I asked the girl.

With difficulty, Futaba slightly turned her head to the side. Her eyes were watery but the expression covering her entire face could only be described as erotic with her lips parted open and cheeks dyed red.

Her sizable chest also started heaving up and down as though that short instance I pressed on her erogenous zone flipped her switch.

"... You're really a beast, Onoda-kun. You pressed the wrong buttons. They're here." Futaba silently replied as she lifted her hands to move my fingers a few centimeters to the side.

I tilted my head and acted oblivious, "Is that so? What kind of button did I press?"

"Alright. Then, should I cover your mouth? That's kind of stimulating, you know? I'm still a man here."

Futaba widened her eyes and helplessly sighed, "You're really shameless... Forget it. I won't make the same noise again! It'll be different this time."

"Really? Then..." I continued with my act and then followed through with her retribution. This time, my fingers pressed down on the correct spot.

And sure enough, instead of a moan, Futaba's laughter escaped her mouth. However, the way her body jolted was almost similar to the first one. And with our current position, I couldn't help but get a glimpse of her valley as they jiggled uncontrollably. Whatever she's wearing underneath couldn't keep it in place.

"O-onoda-kun. I'll remember this! Next time, it'll be your turn!" In between her gasp for breath and laughter, Futaba issued a threat. But will there be next? Our gaming time was already over.

"Heh... Sorry, that won't happen. But I guess I'm not tickling you enough, huh? You can still talk back to me. Am I being too generous to give you a chance to breathe?"

"Eh? Wait... It's my bad. D-don't- Hyaan~!"

Before she could finish her plea, my fingers moved slightly, returning to where they had sunk earlier. And like I expected, it drew another reaction from her.

Futaba gasped and then covered her mouth as her body collapsed from powerlessness which ended up with her leaning against me. Furthermore, I had to close my legs slightly, preventing her from sliding down to the floor.

With this, her entire weight was transferred to me. As she lost control of her body, the girl's head couldn't help but rest on my shoulder. Futaba looked up at me, her eyes asking to be spared.

"Ugh. Nothing is getting through to you. You're making me hate you, Onoda-kun."

With a pout, Futaba straightened her body and then tapped on my arm, signaling for me to let

go.

I didn't make it hard for her, of course. I let go and she immediately stood up, pulling a hand mirror and a comb from her skirt's pocket. Most likely to fix her disheveled appearance. "Well, I deserve that. It's fine to be hated. But Futaba, do you remember Eri's state earlier? Wasn't she worse off than you after I finished tickling her? Take it as me handing you the right amount of retribution."

"... She didn't moan. I did." Futaba refuted but in an extremely silent voice. A volume that wouldn't be picked up by anyone but me.

"Oh. Now that you mention it... That's a little too stimulating. Now I get why your boyfriend is

not letting you go."

"Don't get it, shameless Onoda-kun. Ugh. Forget it. Look, is my face still red?"

Ignoring what I said, Futaba turned around again, showing me her face.

Is it red? Nah. Her face was still so flushed that anyone would feel something upon staring at

that.

I shrugged and smirked, "Don't worry about it. They will think I tickled you too hard, you're still feeling it in your body. It'll be fine."

Honestly, that's not what I think if I see her like this. But well, it's not like she can magically recover from all of that.

She's even pressing her legs together. From what happened, it would be more unbelievable if that part of her didn't become moist.

Anyway, although Futaba didn't want to believe me, she still accepted it in the end.

A moment later, I also stood up and grabbed her wrist, bringing her with me to the kitchen.

When Akane, Fuyu, and Eri found Futaba trying to hide her face behind me, their gazes shifted

on me.

"Hmm? What happened? Did you break Futaba from tickling, husband?"

Upon hearing that, Fuyu, Eri, and the girl behind me simultaneously choked.

I should tell her to use a filter next time.

What kind of question is that? How can I answer without sounding like a bastard?

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