Definitely!

For a good few seconds, you don’t respond. If your brain was short circuiting before, it now felt like every component inside had exploded. The conversation you had with Maiko flashes through your mind. This is exactly the situation you have always fantasized about, what you always dreamed would happen...

But how could you indulge in that dream with Emiru in front of you like this?

Emiru senses your hesitation and immediately reddens.

“O-Oh no!” She squeaks. Her arms shoot to cover herself, but you expect it’s due to nerves than shame. “Did...Did I say it wrong? Um, what I wanted to say is-”

“No, no! I did understand!” You quickly say. “It’s just...I don’t...”

“What is it?” She asks.

“I just-” You struggle to find the words. “Are...Are you really sure about this? To be with me, to have my child...I-I do not want you to feel that you need to do this. I don’t...need it.”

And yet, you curse yourself as you say the words, knowing how false they are. You are all too aware of the heat rising in your body, the haze settling in your mind; a primal, recessed desire aching to be let free.

Emiru bites her lip.

“No...I must do this,” she answers. “I want to be able to help. I want to do something!”

“Huh?” Her comments catch you off guard. “But you have done something for me, Emiru. Last night, you-”

“But that wasn’t enough. Mother told me that you still needed relief the next morning. And...I know you don’t think I’m pretty enough to satisfy you.”

“Wha-?! That’s not right!” You try to protest.

“No. Don’t pretend. I know that...that men prefer girls with bigger breasts, like Mother, or that station clerk,” Emiru’s voice drops down to a whisper, as she cups her own small bust shamefully. “So that’s why…” She places one of her hands over her abdomen and looks down at it meaningfully. “That’s why I must do this. This is the only way I can make you happy.”

You stand there stunned. You try to come up with a counterargument, but none of the sentences you come up with in Japanese sound right. Whilst every fiber of you wanted this as much as Emiru did, no way in hell were you gonna start with her like this. But what could you even say? Proficient as you are in Japanese, you lacked the true cultural knowledge to properly express yourself and be understood clearly in this foreign language. Nothing you could come up with would even scratch the surface of how you feel.

So instead, you walk over to her and pull her into a tight embrace. Emiru lets out a gasp as you cover her in your arms. For a moment, she shifts uncomfortably, but soon stops resisting and melts into your hug.

“Emiru…” You eventually break the hug and look directly into her eyes. “Please listen to what I have to say. I meant what I said. You are very beautiful. Do not think I don’t like you because...you do not look like your mother. If you want to do this to make me happy...then I want to you to be happy too. I cannot agree to this unless this is what you want.”

Emiru just stares at you, shocked. You fear you weren’t able to make yourself understood, until you notice tears starting to stream down her face. It wasn’t shock at all; it was awe.

Gripping your fists, and do your best to sound strong. “So let me ask you again. Do you want to do this?”

Emiru takes a moment to close her eyes, and clasps her hands over her heart in contemplation. When she eventually opens them, nothing needs to be said. With her face starting to blush, she just nods in silent affirmation.

“Then,” You boldly move in and kiss her again. This time, the feeling between you two is less forceful, more soothing and gentle. Once you break apart, you reach out and wipe away the tears are running down her face. “Let’s do it.”

You begin to strip out of your clothes. As you do, you begin to feel self-conscious as you notice Emiru looking at you undress with a strange look of fascination; the kind used when you wanted to pretend like you weren’t interested in something, even though you actually were. You can’t help but feel that despite you both seeing each other naked before in the bath yesterday, the mood here is different compared to what it was then.

After you remove your last piece of clothing, an awkward silence settles in. You realise that inexperience is causing you both to clam up.

"This is...your first time, isn't it?" You ask her.

"Y-Yes." Emiru confirms. "I've...never had a boyfriend before...yesterday was the first time I saw a man's penis in real life."

"Don't be scared. This is my first time too. Let's just...do our best, OK?"

Technically, you were telling the truth. Even though you weren't a virgin anymore, this was the first time you'd be having sex when you were, you know, conscious.

“Erm...so, do you...put it in now?” Emiru asks you. Based on her tone, you can’t quite tell if she’s nervous, or just doesn’t know how sex works.

“I...I think if you did that, it would hurt.” You respond. “Um, maybe try licking it first?”

Emiru nods in agreement, and so you lead her over to her bed. As you take a seat on the edge, Emiru kneels down between your legs and takes your cock in her hand. Her touch is as soft and delicate as last night’s, but it’s clear she’s just as, if not more nervous than in the bath. She hesitates for a second, then licks with her tongue across the length of your shaft from base to tip.

You feel a shiver go through you at the sensation of her tongue stroking you, causing you to gasp in pleasure. Noting your response, Emiru licks a few more times, then goes to put her mouth around your cock, and slowly starts to rhythmically pump up and down. As you lock eyes, you give her a smile, encouraging her to keep up her pace. Running your hand through her soft hair, you begin to feel a warm bliss spread through you. You were getting close to climax.

“E-Emiru. That’s enough.” You tell her.

Emiru’s expression changes to a look of concern as she slides her mouth off your penis with a pop.

“It’s OK,” You reassure her. “I want to...put it in now.”

Emiru seemed to blush redder, if that was even possible, and silently nods. Standing up, you lead her over to the bed, and let her lay on her back. Her hair splays around her as she gets into a comfortable position, and the image of her lying there burns into your mind. Her doll-like face. Her flawless skin. Her silky hair. As you gaze upon her in this position, your heart is filled with a sensation, a fullness that goes beyond simply having sex with a girl. It was something beautiful, something pure; you'd dare even call it sacred.

Gently, you move in front of Emiru, and slowly spread her legs open. Grabbing your throbbing dick, you position yourself at the entrance of her vagina. Seeing what you’re about to do, You see Emiru brace herself for the moment that threshold is crossed.

“Do you...really want me to do this?” You ask quietly.

Wordlessly, Emiru nods one more time, showing that she’s serious.

“Tell me...if it hurts.” You whisper to her. Then, letting your instincts guide you, you thrust in.

The sheer feeling of having Emiru’s flesh enfulging your dick is nearly enough to make you cum there and then. As you go the full length, though, you feel the slight resistance of her hymen that soon gives way as you press up to your balls inside her.

Emiru lets out a pained whimper, and reflexively grips the sheets she’s laying on. Concerned, you nearly exit out of her, but she reaches out with her hands and interlinks her fingers into yours as a silent plea to keep going. And so, you begin to thrust in and out with your hips, fucking her as you slowly get into a rhythm. It wasn’t anything fancy, but you really couldn’t care less right now.

For a while, that’s how things go. The room is filled with nothing but the sounds of your exertion and Emiru’s breathing, interlaced with her letting out an occasional squeak or moan of pleasure. You keep it up for as long as you can, until you feel yourself reaching your limit.

“Emiru...I-I’m nearly there. Are you sure you want me to…?” You trail off, moreso out of lack of knowledge on what to say than embarrassment.

Gripping your hands tighter, Emiru gives one final nod. “Yes, Ken. Please...do it.” She pledes softly.

And so, with one more push on your part, you pick up the pace of your thrusts. Your grunts get louder. Emiru’s whimpers get higher pitched and more frequent. The heat inside you reaches a peak and then-

“Nngh!” Stars dance through your eyes as you explode within her. It feels greater than any orgasm you’ve had before; even from Maiko’s fucking a few hours earlier. Emiru also lets out one final strained gasp of pleasure as the final pumps of your dick recede, leaving your looking into each others eyes, gasping over what just transpired. As you exit out of her, you share one last loving kiss before you flop down on her bed, too tired to move.

The two of you stay there for a while, side by side, just staring at the ceiling as you come down from your orgasm high. A sense of weird post-nut clarity settles in as you think about what you’ve just done. Considering everything, there really shouldn’t be any issues if Emiru really did end up getting pregnant. And the idea of her, after tonight, carrying a part of you that would eventually take a life of its own made your heart race.

So why was there something was still bothering you about it?

Thinking over this, an question that you really should have asked first dawns on you. You mentally curse the timing; it’s worse than those times you realised an answer to a question after walking out of the exam room.

“Emiru…” You ask, turning your head to her. “Is today one of your...risky days?”

To your surprise, Emiru looks away, but not out of embarrassment this time. This time, it looked like...shame?

“I...I don’t know,” She admits, placing her hands over her womb. “I...don’t track my cycle, so I don’t know if...b-but, if I don’t get pregnant, then we can try again! I will let you do it until I-!”

“Shh…” You put a finger over her lips to shush her. “Do not worry. Even if it does not happen, I’m happy. Thank you very much for what you've done for me.”

Emiru’s shame melts away into a teary smile.

“I...hope that helped you.” She whispers.

“It did,” You reply. “I hope that I was gentle with you.”

Emiru beams at you, letting you know she enjoyed it without saying a word.

As you lay there, you feel your eyes droop as fatigue begins to hit you, especially since you basically pulled an workout exercise before bed. You’re about to summon the strength to lift yourself off Emiru’s bed and haul your ass back to your own, but you stop when Emiru suddenly snuggles up to you closely. You look over, about to ask what’s wrong but realise that, somehow, she seemed to have fallen asleep in that short period. The day must have been much harder for her than she let on.

Fuck it. If Maiko told you that the key to treating your fever is fulfill your desires, then you damn well felt like a cured man. Because right now, lying there with this warm feeling in your chest, there’s nothing else in the world you could want.

Then, just as you let sleep embrace you, a voice reaches your ears.

“Dai...suki da you...”