"Sorry for calling you out and making you skip class."
"Nah, Rias is my important girlfriend. Skipping once in a while is no big deal."
"Fufu~ You always know just what to say. Hey, look at this~!!"
After finishing his third-period class, Takashi Mitarai was summoned by Rias via text to their usual playroom.
Winter had settled in, and the hallways were bitterly cold as he hurried through them. After making sure no one was around, he slipped inside.
Though the Occult Research Club effectively ruled the old school building, it was far less populated than the main one, making it a frequent spot for couples seeking privacy.
Officially, the fuck room was just a storage space, unused and forgotten. But if anyone saw him entering, it would cause trouble. That's why he always checked his surroundings before sneaking in outside of after-school hours.
Waiting for him inside was Rias, the one who had summoned him. Since her third period had been P.E., she was wearing the school-issued jersey—but beneath it, she still had on her gym shorts.
Her thick, well-shaped thighs, stretching out from the dark blue fabric, overflowed with raw sexual appeal—so much so that even without focusing on her main treasure, they could be mistaken for a proper erogenous zone on their own.
Her upper body was still covered by the jersey, but the moment she told Mitarai to look, zzzip—she pulled down the zipper.
Despite the distance between them, the scent of her sweat drifted over—not unpleasant, but rather a musk that teased his primal instincts.
Even bundled up in winter clothes, sweating this much was unusual. Mitarai couldn't help but voice his confusion.
"Wait, why are you so sweaty? Do third-year girls have it that rough in P.E.?"
"Oh? Didn't expect that question. I just used a bit of fire magic to work up a sweat. So? Doesn't it look just like how you like it~? The gym clothes clinging to my skin~!!"
Just as Rias said, her pure-white gym shirt was drenched, sticking tightly to her body and turning translucent.
Her voluptuous curves—envied by boys and girls alike—were now on full display, and Mitarai's crotch responded immediately.
"I don't usually like sweating, but I'll do it for you, Takashi. If this gets you in the mood to take me, I'd be so happy!!"
"Tch… Called me out here just for something lewd again, huh? You sure about this? If we start now, we might not stop until nighttime. Lately, my libido's been out of control—it's getting annoying."
"No problem at all~! I already told Akeno I'd skip club today. She probably already knows what we're up to anyway. If it's bothering you that much, why don't we visit my mother's place this weekend? The Gremory estate has a fairly large library—we might find something about your… strong urges."
Truthfully, Rias already had a theory.
Takashi's heightened lust was a side effect of using his demonic powers more and more lately. Teaching him proper control would solve the issue, but Rias figured—'Why not let Mother join in for some fun while we're at it?'—hence the invitation.
"Huh. Guess I'm visiting your place this weekend, then. Oh, right—if we're seeing Venelana and Grayfia, I should bring some sweets. Well, I'll worry about that later… For now, let's enjoy ourselves, Rias."
"Mhm~ Come here, Takashi~!! Let me hug your head against my sweat-soaked gym clothes."
She fell back onto the bed, arms spread wide. Mitarai dove in, burying his face between her breasts.
Whether she had stopped using magic or not, the fabric was still damp and cool from sweat, heavy against his skin. His entire face was smothered in her musk, the scent threatening to seep into his very pores.
He nuzzled greedily into the soft valley, his nose twitching as he indulged in her warmth.
'Had she removed her bra after summoning me here??' No matter how hard he pressed in, only pliant flesh greeted him.
Each breath filled his lungs with the intoxicating mix of sweat and her feminine scent, his thoughts gradually burning away into pure, heated desire.
When he bit down on her nipple through the fabric—nom nom—Rias let out a brain-melting moan.
"Ahhn~ N-Not my nipples, they're too—mmph! Ahh~! Feelsh so good~! Takashi's gentle biteshhh~!!"
She clutched his head tightly, pushing him deeper despite her initial protest, silently begging for more.
As he teased her, he felt her nipples stiffen further under his teeth, and soon, he was lavishing attention on the areolae as well—thick, indecently large at 8cm, matching the sinful swell of her devilish breasts.
As he continued to lavish them with attention, soaking her gym uniform with saliva while kneading the flesh through the fabric, Rias could no longer restrain herself.
She pulled away for a moment, then stripped off her gym clothes in one quick, almost violent motion.
Her massive breasts bounced in the air with a weighty sway that could almost produce a sound.
They were larger than his face, yet impossibly soft, the kind of womanly flesh meant to nurse a child—but these breasts existed for one reason: to be offered entirely to Mitarai.
"Don't just do it over my clothes… touch me directly," she urged with a sultry smile, raising her arms in a mock cheer.
The deep curve of her underarms carried the intoxicating scent of a woman in heat, and she shamelessly offered it to him, knowing how it stirred him.
He leaned in, letting his tongue roam over the smooth skin, savoring the faint saltiness of her sweat. That rich, feminine scent was unlike anything his own body could produce—something uniquely intoxicating that made him almost philosophical in his desire.
Rias shivered at the sensation, heat building in her core. Unable to resist any longer, she began trailing her fingers over her own mound through the tight fabric of her bloomers.
Her touch traced along the swollen folds, rubbing up and down the seam, teasing herself with just enough friction to prepare for when he would take over.
It wasn't about pleasuring herself—at least, that's what she told herself—it was about priming her body for his hands.
"You're getting me worked up, Mitarai… look," she breathed, her voice dripping with lust.
"Even through my bloomers, you can hear how wet I am. My naughty little spot is leaking so much it's begging for your touch."
"Then let's get to the main event," he grinned.
In one fluid motion, he slid off her bloomers, taking her soaked panties along with them.
Today she'd worn deep pink underwear, though the crotch was now a much darker shade from her arousal.
The scent rising from them was thick with feminine musk, but his gaze quickly shifted to the glistening treasure between her thighs.
Her pussy shone with a wet, almost glossy sheen, the lips slightly parted and releasing a constant trickle of love juice. Heat radiated from her core, and the needy way it seemed to invite him in made it clear her body was desperate for him.
"You're dripping so much," he murmured, admiring her shameless state.
"That's because you make me this way," she replied, her cheeks flushed but her eyes full of hunger.
"So come on… make me yours again. I can't take this throbbing any longer."
Her legs spread wider in invitation, her slick folds twitching in anticipation as she awaited the moment he'd finally give her what her body craved.
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