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"Kyaa! Let me go!" exclaimed Aoi, after being seized by Inosuke's arms that wrapped around her body.
She tried to break free from his grip, but he wouldn't budge.
"Let me go!" she snapped, her face flushed, as she felt his arms encircle her slender waist.
"I don't want to!" he refuted. "I like being like this!" it made him happy to be with the girl.
"Not me!" she retorted, embarrassed.
"Don't you like being with the great Inosuke-sama?" his voice sounded furious. "You said..."
The woman's cheeks turned an even stronger red as she remembered what she had told him. That disastrous and embarrassing love confession.
"I'm busy," she then cut the boy off. "I have to hang the laundry!"
She wasn't lying. She was carrying out that task when Inosuke suddenly pounced on her, capturing her with his strong arms, preventing her from escaping.
Aoi thought he would break her with the strength the boy was exerting against her, his two arms around her waist, resting his head on her shoulder.
He liked to feel her soft body against his. Not only there, he liked to rest his head on her stomach, on her thighs... on her large breasts. It was soft, much softer than any pillow.
"INOSUKE!" she yelled, when with his weight against Aoi's body, he caused her to fall to the ground and the boy took the opportunity to rest his head on her lap.
Her cheeks reddened at the position. She called him out again in shrieks.
"Shut up! I'm trying to sleep!"
"On top of me?!" she became hysterical, starting to squirm.
"Stay still!" he roared. "I'm trying to sleep!" closing his eyes.
"Go to the bed!"
"You're more comfortable and soft," he confessed, with his arms crossed, annoyed and unhappy with the girl's rejections.
On the other hand, that statement caused her to stop trying to escape. She remained still, looking at Inosuke, blushing at what she had heard.
After a while, the young man was surprised that the girl was no longer struggling.
"Aren't you going to move anymore?" he said, opening one eye, given the calmness that had prevailed.
"No," she said weakly, watching the white sheets she had managed to hang, swaying in the wind.
"Better, surrender," he snapped, closing his eyes again and preparing to sleep. "I won't get off! I like being like this!"
"Me too," she declared honestly, and without being able to help it, her hand rested on his hair and caressed it sweetly.
Inosuke was overjoyed.