Vroom!
The motorcycle roared down the road.
I sat behind Sena, my hands busy. My right hand caressed her ample breasts, while my left hand explored her inner thigh, buttocks, and groin.
Of course, this was all through her Rider Suit. It was a shame not to feel her bare skin, but the unfamiliar sensation was still thrilling.
I pulled my stiffly erect cock out through the gap in my pants and rubbed it against her lower back. Sena must have known exactly what I was doing.
"Ugh..."
At some point, faint moans began escaping Sena's lips. Even without her Sensual Amplification, the techniques I'd honed over time hadn't vanished.
What expression is she wearing right now? It's not hard to guess.
Judging by her moans, she's probably biting her lip. Since she's still driving the bike properly, her eyes must be fixed straight ahead...
The more I imagined it, the more aroused I became.
My hand moved more aggressively. Squeeze! I gripped her E-cup breasts tightly. The Rider Suit dulled the sensation, but their softness was still quite satisfying.
While squeezing her breasts, I began rubbing her crotch, focusing on her vulva, with rapid strokes.
"Hngh... ahh..."
Sena's body twitched violently. The bike swerved sharply, but she quickly regained control and continued down the road.
"Haa... haa..."
I could hear Sena's ragged breathing. She had just reached her climax.
"Sena, how many hours until we reach the base?"
"...More than two hours."
Her voice trembled. I didn't sense any animosity toward me.
"Couldn't we speed up and get there faster?"
The motorcycle was cruising at around 60-70 km/h. Frankly, that wasn't fast enough for me. We should be doing at least 80 km/h, if not 100.
"No, we can't. Any faster and we risk being detected. Why? Is there something urgent? Should we stop here?"
We were on a national highway, flanked by dense forest. Sena's suggestion was clear: relieve myself in the woods.
When I glanced over, the forest looked particularly eerie in the darkness.
"No, it's fine. Keep going."
I said, my hand resting on her right breast.
"...Alright."
I was in a hurry, not because I needed to relieve myself, but because I was horny. I even considered stopping the motorcycle and asking her to fool around with me in the woods.
Even though she was a specially trained agent, she was still just an ordinary civilian, not a Hunter. If we did anything reckless here, she'd be the one carrying the risk.
I pulled out the knife I kept in my pocket, the one I'd prepared for suicide in case of an unavoidable situation.
Holding the knife, I tugged at the Rider Suit clinging tightly to her body. As it stretched, I pressed the blade against it.
It didn't cut.
This is supposed to be a pretty sharp knife...
Even sawing back and forth didn't work.
"...What are you doing back there?"
"Nothing. But what's this Rider Suit? It doesn't seem like ordinary material."
"Wearing this suit grants you exceptional defensive capabilities. Deflecting bullets is child's play. Beyond that, I don't know the specifics."
"...What do you know?"
"I'm an agent. My job is simply to execute missions and achieve objectives."
"...Hmm."
I channeled bluish sword qi into my knife.
Surely it can't block sword qi too, can it?
Swoosh.
The Rider Suit sliced through effortlessly.
"H-huh?! What the ?!"
The cut was on her lower back, where she wasn't wearing any undergarments. I wasn't surprised, having noticed this while touching her earlier.
She seems to be wearing a bra and panties, though.
I ran my hand across Sena's lower back. Her pale skin was softer than silk, slightly damp with sweat.
"...!"
Seeing Sena slow her motorcycle, I quickly said, "Easy. Keep going only if you're still okay with this. Don't forget your mission."
"How can I stay calm?! What are you doing?!"
"I'm opening your suit. If you want me to stop, say so now."
"...Keep going."
I stroked her lower back, savoring the feel of her skin, before channeling sword qi into my knife and tearing through her clothes.
"T-this outfit is expensive!"
"Do you think this outfit is more valuable than me?"
"..."
Her back was now completely exposed. She was wearing a gray sports bra without underwire. I cut the shoulder and back straps, pulled the bra backward, and yanked it off.
The sports bra was damp with sweat.
"..."
Sena didn't pull away. She seemed to have made up her mind to let me continue.
I slipped the knife back into my pocket and reached both hands inside her Rider Suit, cupping her breasts. The soft, E-cup fullness filled my palms.
Ugh... this weight...
Sena's breasts were exceptionally firm. I kneaded them like dough before finally teasing her nipples.
I couldn't see her nipples, but I could feel their shape with my fingertips.
Sena's nipples were small, barely half the size of my pinky nail. Yet her areolas were larger than my thumb.
"Ah-uh..."
Sena shuddered. As I rolled her hardened nipples between my fingers, curiosity about her hidden places began to stir.
Carefully, I used my knife's sword qi to cut through the fabric below her waist, revealing sweat-soaked cotton panties. I gripped the edge of the panties and tugged, making it easier to cut.
"S-slow down!"
"Too fast? Fine, I'll be gentler."
I pulled the panties free, exposing her pristine white buttocks. The urge to spread her cheeks with both hands surged through me, but I restrained myself for now. Instead, my gaze shifted to the panties in my hand.
The sweat-drenched gray fabric was damp, but the crotch area was particularly soaked, glistening with a viscous fluid visible to the naked eye. Anyone could tell this wasn't just sweat.
"Sena, see this? It's juice from your pussy."
I stretched my arm sideways and shook the panties, making sure she could see them in the side mirror.
"...Eek!"
I could feel Sena grinding her teeth inside her helmet. Having no experience with men, she must be mortified. No, even if she did have experience, she'd still be embarrassed. Her face was probably bright red right now.
Sniff, sniff.
I deliberately leaned forward and took a deep sniff of her panties.
"W-what are you doing?! Why are you smelling my panties?!"
"I'm curious about the scent of your pussy. It's a very lewd smell."
"You...!"
I loosened my grip on the panties, letting them fly backward and land on the road. But the motorcycle kept speeding forward.
My hand moved toward her luscious buttocks.
"Lift your hips a little."
"...Like this?"
"A little more."
Pat! Pat! Pat!
I slowly began patting her buttocks. Though I swung my hand loosely, the sound echoed loudly.
"Work with me here."
Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!
It was amusing to watch her skin ripple with each light smack.
"A-alright! I get it! I'll lift them."
Sena lifted her hips. With a slash of my sword qi, I cut away the remaining Rider Suit fabric from her buttocks, exposing her bare hips and thighs. Her pussy, nestled at the base of her buttocks, came into view.
It was a pink pussy. The labia minora were slightly protruding and parted, revealing a glimpse of her vaginal opening. Strands of clear vaginal fluid clung to the labia like spiderwebs.
I sheathed my knife and spread her buttocks cheeks with both hands, exposing her hidden anus. The tightly closed, delicate anus showed no signs of pigmentation.
What a pretty anus. But right now...
My gaze was fixed on her pussy.
I leaned forward slightly, my stiff, erect cock brushing against her inner thigh.
"N-no way... you're really going to put that in now...?"
"Only if you want me to."
"W-wait a minute! I'm driving! It could be dangerous!"
"You're an agent of the Women's Human Rights Protection Council, right? You should be able to drive well. You must have had training, haven't you?"
"I did, but be careful. If I tell you to stop, you stop. Understood?"
I chuckled softly. Her concern wasn't rejection; she just wanted me to be careful.
Otherwise, her pussy wouldn't be so soaking wet.
He gripped his cock, aiming it at her pussy. The head of his cock brushed against her wet labia minora, a sensation softer than human lips.
No matter how many times I feel it, I never get tired of pussy.
He straightened his back and gripped her hips. Lowering her would send his cock straight to heaven.
"Sena, if this gets too much or the bike wobbles, say it immediately."
"You! What are you suddenly talking about?!"
"Exactly what I said. Do your job, Agent, and if you want me to stop, say so."
He gripped her hips and guided her down.
"Ah... Aaaah!"
The bike wobbled but didn't fall. Sena somehow managed to keep driving.
Blood trickled from her pussy, down the saddle, and dripped onto the road below.
"Oh, virgin graduation! Congratulations. Your pussy tastes delicious. How are you feeling?"
Her vaginal walls writhed, greedily tightening around my cock. This was a pussy bordering on legendary. With proper training, it would soon earn the title of a legendary pussy.
"Hng... Hnghk... G-give me a second...!"
"Take your time. I won't move until you're ready."
"Me...?"
"When you're ready, move however feels comfortable."
After a moment, she finally started moving her hips upward. Though she was still adjusting to the unfamiliar stretch, her ability to move like this was remarkable. Truly worthy of being called an agent.
But she lifted her hips too high, causing his cock to slip out. The erect member was stained with a crimson fluid.
"Haa... haa... haa..."
Sena's breathing was ragged. She shifted her hips frantically, searching for the lost cock. The sight was so comical that I watched for a while.
"W-where is it?"
"Right here."
I pressed my cock against her pussy.
"Ugh! Haaah!"
Sena lowered her hips. The cock entered her, but not smoothly. It felt like her pussy was forcibly swallowing it, the walls tight and unyielding.
"Haa... hng..."
"Keep moving if you want to. If you need to slow down, say so."
"...How much longer...?"
"Until we're both satisfied."
"Ugh..."
She began to sway her hips, the rhythm gradually accelerating.
Thwack! Thwack!
Her hips swayed atop the speeding motorcycle. Strands of blonde hair escaped from beneath her helmet, fluttering wildly in the wind. I found myself increasingly aroused by this novel form of sex, something I'd never experienced before.
But the moment was fleeting.
"Haaah! Aaaah!"
As our lovemaking intensified, her driving grew erratic. The motorcycle wobbled dangerously. So far, we'd managed to stay upright, but she was becoming increasingly lost in the throes of passion.
"Haaah! Aah! It feels so... good!"
"Sena! Focus on driving! You need to drive!"
"Ugh, r-right. Driving...!"
She snapped back to reality and regained control of the motorcycle. The bike steadied, but her hip movements ceased.
"Start swaying your hips again... No, wait. I'll take over driving."
A brilliant idea struck me. I reached out and grabbed the motorcycle's handlebars.
"What?"
"Just keep going straight, right? I'll drive. You lean forward."
"I should be driving..."
"Can you trust me for a bit?"
"...Alright!"
After a brief hesitation, Sena handed over the handlebars and leaned forward on the bike.
"Lift your hips a little higher."
"L-like this?"
"Exactly."
I leaned my upper body against her back, began rocking my hips, and thrust my cock into her pussy, all while staying focused on driving.
"Ah! Haa! Hnnng!"
With each thrust of my hips, she cried out in pleasure. The helmet muffled her moans, but the distorted sounds only heightened my arousal.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
"Sena! We're at a fork in the road! Which way do we go?!"
"Hngh! R-right! Ahh...!"
After several minutes of relentless thrusting, her body began to tremble violently. I, too, began to ejaculate inside her.
Thrust.
The pleasure of climax made my hands shake wildly on the steering wheel. Fortunately, I managed to maintain control and avoid crashing.
"I-is it over...?"
"What are you talking about? We're just getting started. Tell me if you need a break."
"Ahhh! Haaah...!"
I didn't stop driving or fucking until we reached our destination.