The Unattainable Flower Called The Ice Queen of the School Reika Himuro Is My Pet - Chapter 46

It Was My Own Desire

Upon saying that, Reika turns her back to me and gets on all fours.

She lifts up her skirt, revealing her underwear, and then slowly and enticingly starts to shake her exposed rear.

“Haa, haah, haa, haah, come on, hurry up and spank this useless pet’s butt! Haa, haah…!”

Somehow… right now, I’m overwhelmed by a strange sensation, as if I’m doing something terribly wrong.

It’s a mix of feelings, similar to guilt, along with a sense of immorality and superiority.

It’s the same mysterious feeling I had when I took Reika for a walk inside the room the other day.

The only thing I can say for certain is that getting used to this feeling would definitely be a bad thing; even I can understand that much.

If that happens, my senses would surely become numb, and I would no longer even question what’s wrong with this, perhaps even start to seek out these feelings myself.

Once it gets to that point, it means I’m already addicted, and stopping on my own would be extremely difficult.

If it comes to that, even if Reika and I were to part ways someday, I would likely end up imposing the same kind of play on any woman I date, just like I have been doing with Reika.

The fear that once I take a step beyond ‘that’ door, knowing that I might never return to the person I was before strikes me again.

However, what I forgot at that moment was that I had already taken that step beyond the door——

That also means that the internal brakes holding me back have weakened since the last time, and naturally, instead of thinking, ‘I should somehow find a way to avoid this situation,’ I start making excuses in my mind like, ‘This is Reika’s fault, not mine. I did tell Reika to stop, after all. Besides, Reika seems to want it, so I don’t have a choice?’

And I was completely unaware of this change in myself.

If I hadn’t taken Reika for a walk around the room before, I would probably still be worrying about how to avoid this situation.

However, right now, the only thing I’m thinking about is ‘how to shift the blame’, and unless I notice that change, I won’t be able to go back.

No, maybe I actually do notice this change.

Maybe I’m pretending not to notice precisely because I do notice, deliberately hiding it deep within my heart.

At this point, anything I say would be in vain.

After all, this is what I myself also desired.