The world seemed to hold its breath as Haruto steadied himself above her. Miyu's thighs trembled beneath his hips, her flushed face buried halfway into the pillow as her hands gripped the futon tight.
Her pussy glistened from her earlier climax, slick and trembling, opening like a flower under moonlight.
"Are you ready?" Haruto whispered, his lips brushing her ear.
Miyu's heart thundered in her chest. She could barely breathe, every nerve alive with fear and anticipation. She gave the smallest nod, her voice breaking.
"Y-yes… I want you, Haruto… please…"
He kissed her softly, as though sealing her words, then guided his cock to her entrance. The thick, hot tip pressed against her folds—slippery, yielding, yet resisting.
"Ahhh—!" Miyu gasped, her body jolting as the head of his cock stretched her tender opening.
Haruto froze immediately, stroking her hair. "It's okay… breathe, Miyu. Just breathe."
Her nails dug into his shoulders, her body tense. But after a moment, she nodded again, eyes glistening. "D-don't stop… I want it. I want you."
With a slow, steady push, Haruto eased deeper. Her walls clenched around him like a vise, impossibly tight, warm, wet—and resisting.
Miyu cried out softly, her voice a trembling mix of pain and shock. "I-it hurts… ahhh…!"
Haruto kissed her cheek, her temple, her lips, whispering each word like a lifeline. "I know… I know. I'll be gentle. You're doing so well… just hold me."
She wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face against him as tears streamed down her cheeks. Her legs twitched restlessly beneath him as inch by inch, his cock spread her open.
Finally—suddenly—her breath hitched. A sharp cry escaped her lips.
"Ahhh—!"
He felt it—the barrier giving way.
Miyu gasped, body arching as the pain surged through her. Her virginity torn, her body trembling violently under his weight.
Haruto stilled, not moving an inch. He pressed his forehead to hers, whispering urgently. "It's over now… the worst part is over. I won't move until you're ready."
Her nails dug into his back, her tears dampening his shoulder. She panted heavily, her body clenching around him like it wanted to push him out—but also pull him deeper.
Minutes passed in silence, only the sound of their ragged breathing filling the night.
Then, finally, Miyu lifted her face, her eyes still wet but glowing with determination.
"…Move, Haruto," she whispered shakily. "Please… make me yours."
Haruto kissed her deeply, his hips beginning a slow, gentle motion, sliding deeper into her warmth.
The night that bound them in sin had truly begun.
Haruto stayed buried deep inside her, his cock twitching within the tightest, most fragile embrace he had ever felt. Miyu's small body quivered beneath him, every breath shallow, her nails leaving faint crescents along his back.
"Breathe… just breathe with me," Haruto whispered, kissing her cheek, her temple, her damp lashes. His hand caressed her trembling thigh, soothing, urging her to relax.
Miyu's body still pulsed with sharp ache, the torn veil of her innocence leaving her raw and sensitive. She clung to him like a lifeline, her voice broken.
"Ha… Haruto… it hurts… s-so much…"
He kissed her again, tender and patient, whispering as if his words alone could mend her. "I know, Miyu… I know. I'll never hurt you more than this. Trust me… your body will understand me soon."
And slowly—so slowly—he rocked his hips, just a small movement, a subtle grind within her. The stretch still burned, making her gasp and tighten around him, but with each shift, the sting dulled and something new began to spark.
"Ahhh—" Her voice caught, not entirely in pain. Her walls clenched around him, as if testing, as if unsure whether to resist or accept.
Haruto paused instantly. "Did that feel worse? Should I stop?"
But Miyu's flushed face turned toward him, her eyes glassy yet dazed, lips trembling. She shook her head. "…N-no. Don't stop. I… I felt something—ahhh—!"
Her cry rose again as Haruto pushed deeper, slower this time, letting her body mold around him. The pressure still ached, but along the edges of the pain, heat flickered—strange, dizzying, shamefully sweet.
Miyu buried her face against his shoulder, her breath hot and desperate. "It… it feels so strange… b-but… my body… it's…"
Her hips shifted on their own, a small, trembling roll that made Haruto groan into her neck.
"Yes…" he murmured, his voice low, ragged. "That's it, Miyu. Let your body learn mine. Don't fight it—just feel me."
Her tears had not stopped, but they mingled now with moans, soft and shaky. Each gentle thrust stung, yet the sting melted into warmth, the warmth into pleasure, until Miyu's cries no longer sounded only of pain.
Her arms tightened around him, her thighs instinctively parting wider as her voice quivered through the night:
"Haruto… it's… it's starting to feel… good…"
And with that broken confession, the line between agony and ecstasy began to blur, her body surrendering to the forbidden rhythm.
Haruto kissed the tears from Miyu's cheeks, his hips still moving in that slow, steady pace—gentle, patient, coaxing her body to open fully for him.
Her legs trembled around his waist, her nails tracing down his back, no longer clawing in pain but clutching for something—anything—to hold on to.
Every thrust stretched her, every withdrawal made her ache for the return, her pussy tightening as though it didn't want to let him go.
"Haruto…" Miyu's voice cracked, half-whisper, half-moan. "It… it still hurts but… ahh— it feels… strange… good…"
Her confession made his chest burn. He cupped her face, kissing her deeply as his hips rolled in a smoother rhythm now, his cock sliding deeper each time.
She gasped into his mouth, the sound breaking into a shaky moan as her body betrayed her. Her hips twitched upward, meeting his without her willing it.
"Shhh… just follow me," Haruto whispered, his lips brushing her ear. He let his hand trail down, thumb circling her swollen clit in soft, teasing strokes.
Miyu's back arched instantly. "Ahhh! Haruto—ahhhhnn!"
Her moan spilled out raw and loud, echoing in the night. Her hands clutched his shoulders as her hips jerked helplessly, caught between the thick thrusts filling her and the electric pleasure sparking from his fingers.
"Your body knows what it wants," Haruto murmured, pressing deeper with a slow grind that made her whole body shiver.
Her eyes fluttered, lips parting with another moan that escaped unrestrained, sweeter and louder than before. Her voice no longer tried to hide her desire.
The rhythm grew—each thrust melting pain into heat, each touch of his thumb drawing another whimper, another moan. Miyu's legs tightened around him, holding him in, her hips now moving with his in a clumsy but eager response.
"Haruto… I-I can't… it's too much… ahhh!" she cried, her voice trembling with pleasure.
But her walls clenched tighter around him, dripping, pulling him deeper as her body surrendered to his rhythm.
Haruto kissed her neck, his breath hot against her skin. "Don't fight it, Miyu. Let me hear you… let me feel all of you."
Her moans grew louder, her body betraying her innocence with every squirm, every buck of her hips.
The girl who once blushed at holding his hand was now crying his name beneath him—her body learning what it meant to be his.
Miyu's body trembled violently beneath Haruto, her legs locked around his waist as if she feared letting him slip away. His steady rhythm had grown deeper, each thrust dragging a desperate moan from her lips.
Her voice rose higher, sweeter, louder with every movement—until she wasn't trying to muffle herself anymore.
"Haruto! Ahhh—ahhhhnn! I-I can't… it's too much!"
Her nails raked down his back, her hips grinding up to meet his, driven by instinct her heart couldn't understand but her body couldn't resist.
He kissed her, swallowing her cries, whispering between her gasps: "It's okay… just let go. I've got you."
His hand never left her clit, rubbing in circles, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. The heat inside her grew unbearable—like fire in her veins, like lightning coiling low in her belly.
Her head snapped back against the pillow, hair spilling wildly as her voice broke into a raw, needy scream.
"Harutooooo! Ahhhhhnnnn—!"
Her pussy clenched down hard around him, rippling, spasming as her orgasm tore through her. Her body bucked helplessly, legs shaking, toes curling, every nerve alight with unbearable bliss.
Tears spilled from her eyes, her moans dissolving into shuddering whimpers as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her.
Haruto held her tightly, burying his face against her neck, whispering praise. "That's it… that's my Miyu… so beautiful…"
Her walls pulsed around his cock, squeezing him as if her body didn't want to let him go. He slowed his thrusts, grinding deep instead, keeping her pleasure burning, letting her ride every last wave.
Miyu clung to him desperately, her arms around his neck, her voice weak and trembling:
"Haruto… it feels… so good… I can't stop… ahhh…"
Her first climax had broken her walls entirely—her innocence now consumed by the pleasure of being filled, by the joy of surrendering to him.
And Haruto, holding her shaking form close, knew there was no turning back.