The area around the university is relatively developed, but this seems to be the result of rapid development over the past 20 years. As a result, after driving for just ten minutes, the scenic suburban landscape disappears, and rice paddies and fields begin to spread out on both sides.
"Wow... what a beautiful view."
"Yeah. A bike ride here is even more refreshing. Want to go next time?"
"Absolutely. Then I'll put it in my calendar right away..."
"You're rushing things a bit..."
Misaki smiled wryly. The two of them shared a calendar account, where they synchronized their schedules and free time. Neither had any intention of cheating, nor did they suspect the other of doing so. They were simply focused on figuring out the most efficient way to meet up. To be precise, they were thinking about how to meet up and get all lovey-dovey as efficiently as possible.
The conversation in the car sometimes involved all six of us, but it often split into three groups: front, middle, and back. Right now, we were divided, and Kotaro and Misaki were enjoying their private little chat.
"Hmm? What's wrong, Kotaro? Why are you staring at me so intently?"
"No, I was just thinking how cute you are."
"Mmm...hmm..."
Misaki cleared her throat. How cute.
Huh?
A small hand seemed to brush against his, then her slender pinky finger curled around his, climbing over it. She added her ring finger and middle finger, layering them over his hand, and gently squeezed. When he looked at Misaki, her face, turned forward, was faintly flushed.
Too cute...
He was swooning over her subtle flirtatiousness when...
"Kotaro, what are you most looking forward to at the Summer Training Camp?"
"H-huh?!"
When Megumi suddenly asked me from the passenger seat, my voice cracked. I gripped Misaki's hand too tightly, making Senpai wince and jump. I'm sorry.
"Uh, well... I'm most looking forward to the drinking party. Though I can't actually drink... I guess I just like the chance to talk to people I haven't met before."
"Oh, I see."
As Megumi nodded, murmuring, "I know, I know," a sudden, pleasurable shiver ran down my thigh.
Huh? Misaki-senpai...?!
Her slender fingers were gently groping my thigh. Though she was facing forward, cheerfully chatting with the two women in the middle, her movements were unmistakably not a playful tease, but the unmistakable prelude to something more. The gentle yet lewd touch sent blood rushing to my lower abdomen.
"What about you, Misaki?"
"Mmm, I'm looking forward to the drinking party too, but the barbecue sounds fun too. It's been a while since we've done such a wholesome event."
Laughter filled the car. The atmosphere was perfectly amiable, yet...
"...hnn..."
Misaki narrowed her eyes like a crescent moon, rubbing her slightly swollen lower abdomen. Her hips trembled, and she nearly gasped aloud.
Misaki-senpai...?!
As we continued talking, her fingers gently pinched my increasingly erect cock, kneading it softly as if to say, "Come on, make it bigger."
"Misaki-senpai, what are you doing...?!"
When I whispered to her, she feigned innocence with a coy, "Hmm?" not only failing to stop her lewd mischief, but actually unzipping her jeans. Her slender fingers smoothly slipped inside, gently tracing the underside of my erection through my boxer briefs.
"You're rock-hard," she murmured softly into my ear, followed by a soft puff of breath. That alone made my cock grow even harder, painfully tense.
This...!
As Kotaro reached for the base of Misaki's leg to retaliate, she smacked his hand. Why...?! he thought, but Misaki was already typing on her phone with her free hand:
If Kotaro touches me, I'll definitely moan from the pleasure. Don't do it.
This is absurd!
But the truth was, Misaki was highly sensitive and prone to vocalizing her pleasure. Grrr... he growled inwardly as she added more text:
Actually, just touching his hard penis and seeing the bestial look in Kotaro's eyes makes me all wet. Take responsibility, idiot.
"...!"
While Kotaro stared wide-eyed, Misaki swiftly deleted the memo.
"Hey, hey, Misaki~"
"Mm? What is it?"
The second-year woman in the seat ahead of him turned around abruptly, startling him. The car was slightly cramped, and the middle seat was positioned slightly back, so Misaki couldn't see his lower body. He knew she couldn't see, but...
Misaki-senpai... why won't you stop...?!
Misaki, chatting casually with her peer, continued to calmly grope Kotaro's crotch. Her hand slipped under his underwear, and her smooth fingers stroked his erect penis with obvious amusement. Large amounts of pre-cum overflowed, coating his shaft.
This is bad, this is bad, this is bad...!
If the two people in the middle seat leaned forward, they'd see everything in an instant. But everyone was wearing seat belts, and the train was speeding along. Misaki must have calculated all the risks, but... this was still incredibly bold.
"Ugh... ah...!"
Pretending to listen to their conversation with a smile, I shifted my hips slightly, barely suppressing my pleasure. The ring of her fingers gently tightened around my glans, making me want to throw my head back and moan.
When the conversation ended, Misaki shot me a sidelong glance, her gaze so seductive it sent shivers down my spine.
Huh?
Suddenly, her hand withdrew from between my legs. She stared intently at her fingers, now coated in clear pre-cum, then licked them with a flick of her tongue.
"mm...ngh..."
A barely audible whimper escaped my lips as my voluptuous body shuddered. Unable to resist, I reached out, only to be slapped again.
"Don't you think I can keep quiet?"
What kind of cryptic threat is this?!
Misaki showed me a text she'd typed into her phone before quickly deleting it. Then, her slender fingers invaded my underwear once more.
"ah..."
"Hmm?"
Misaki looked as if she'd just remembered something. She rummaged through her bag and pulled out a large towel and a plastic bag. With a smile, she draped the towel over my crotch.
No way...!
Misaki grinned mischievously and grabbed the meaty shaft with a firm grip.
*****
Under the large towel, Misaki's small hands moved with eager curiosity. She slowly pulled the shaft out through the gap in the zipper, letting the glans rub against the soft fabric.
"Hey, Misaki-senpai...!"
"It's okay, it's okay. This towel is thick enough."
I don't think that's the problem..., I thought, but the towel was indeed thick. The wavy texture of the fabric made the presence of the shaft less noticeable than I'd expected.
"Ah, right. Megumi."
"Mm? What is it?"
The second-year girl in the middle seat spoke to Megumi in the passenger seat. The first-year girl next to her was drawn in and began joining the conversation. Misaki smirked and slowly began stroking the shaft.
"O... ah...!"
The thick shaft of his penis was loosely gripped within a large towel. Misaki's slender fingers, coated in generous amounts of pre-cum, slid along the shaft, each movement making his hips jerk uncontrollably.
"I love how cute you look when you're aroused, Kotaro."
"..."
Misaki glanced furtively ahead while stroking his penis with her left hand and typing on her phone with her right, then held it up for him to see.
"Hold the towel down for me."
She had no intention of stopping. At first glance, Senpai's expression seemed normal, but upon closer inspection, her cat-like eyes were glistening with lewd moisture.
Ugh... Even in this situation... I'm getting too aroused...!
As instructed, he held the edge of the towel, and a pleasurable urge to ejaculate began to swell within him. Noticing the cock swelling between her fingers, Misaki whispered excitedly, "Oh? Oh!" Her smile, a mix of curiosity and sensuality, sent shivers down his spine.
"Kotaro, bend over a little."
"Huh?"
Kotaro tilted his head, puzzled by Misaki's writing. Well, whatever... He bent over, hunching his back. Misaki mirrored his posture and gently kissed his ear.
"Ugh...?!"
He barely managed to suppress his startled gasp, but Misaki's tongue slid into his ear as if chasing him, slick and wet.
"Chup, chupi, mm, mhaah... Heh, Kotaro, you're trembling so much. So cute."
"Gah..."
Her mischievous, affectionate whisper tickled his ear. When she murmured, "It's okay now," they both straightened up. That brief exchange had pushed them both dangerously close to their limits.
"Ah-ha-ha, I know, I know!"
"Fukushima-san, what was it like for you last year?"
The two girls in the middle seats continued their chatter with Megumi. Even Fukushima, the driver, seemed drawn into their conversation. Though the girls were only a few inches away, it felt as if they were in a distant, foreign land across the sea.
"M-Misaki-senpai... I can't take much more..."
As I gently stroked the thick thigh peeking out from her denim hot pants, signaling my limit, Misaki licked her lips seductively. Just then, the two girls in the middle seats leaned slightly forward.
"Now! Come on, let go! Let it all out...!"
"Huh? But that's— Ugh...!"
Misaki grinned with curiosity, her left hand vigorously working me with wet, rhythmic strokes. The obscene sounds were drowned out by the engine noise and their cheerful chatter.
"Ugh...!"
Her right hand began circling my nipple through my T-shirt. The sweet pleasure invaded my mind as my hips bucked uncontrollably.
"Misaki-senpai... I'm gonna... I'm gonna... I'm coming...!"
Just before climaxing, Misaki wore a smile that was both delighted and teary.
"...Guhhh...!"
Still keeping her voice hushed, she unleashed a torrent of white fluid into the towel.
"Ah... ah... ah... So much... ah... so much...!"
Misaki whispered, glancing nervously ahead, as she gently stroked herself, determined not to leave a single drop behind. If she were alone in her room, she would have tilted her head back and savored the lingering pleasure, but now she couldn't afford such indulgence. Desperately maintaining her usual composure, she emptied thick streams of semen into the thick towel.
"..."
Misaki wiped her shaft clean with a towel as if nothing had happened. She poked the glans with her index finger and grinned mischievously. Whispering to Kotaro to put his penis away, she sniffed the semen-soaked towel and grinned again. It looked perverted, but she was too cute to complain about.
"Clean up, clean up..." Misaki muttered, quickly stuffing the towel into a plastic bag and stashing it in her bag. She sniffed her left hand, licked it, and muttered, "So ecchi..." before wiping it with a wet wipe. Glancing down, she saw Kotaro had reopened his zipper, reached in, and was carefully wiping his shaft with a wet wipe.
That felt good, but I don't have time to savor the afterglow... Oh, and the smell...
As I watched Senpai efficiently finish cleaning up, I suddenly noticed the scent of chestnut blossoms drifting through the air. Just as I thought, This might be bad, the two girls who had been leaning forward in the middle seat returned.
"Ah, I'd love to get some fresh air. Fukushima-san, could you open the window a bit?"
"Hmm? Sure."
Misaki casually requested it at the perfect moment, and the car window slowly slid open. A cooler-than-expected summer breeze flowed in, washing away the lingering traces of our lewd act.
She's too efficient...
I stared at my senior, my lover, in surprise, and she grinned smugly.
After a while, we stopped at a rest area to take a break. When we got out of the car, we saw the other Circle members already parked and chatting amiably.
Now, what should I do... Hmm?
Misaki stepped closer to Kotaro and playfully poked him in the side. May I hug you?
"Kotaro, I'm sorry. I went a little too far."
"It was more than a little, but it's fine. I didn't stop you, and it seems like no one noticed... Besides, it felt good."
With an embarrassed smile, Misaki let out a relieved sigh. She glanced around, then beckoned him closer. She leaned down and whispered in his ear.
"You owe me one."
"...I won't forget what you just said."
"Mm. Bring it on."
Misaki grinned, her smile carrying a hint of masochistic delight. Even amidst the bustling noise of the rest area, her cat-like eyes were unmistakably glistening.
"Want to get something to drink?" Misaki asked, and I followed her.
I'm definitely going to take advantage of this opportunity... Wait, but isn't this training camp supposed to be strict? Surely...
I remembered that a three-day summer training camp was about to begin.
This is cruel...
Staring at Misaki's small back, I felt utterly helpless. How was I supposed to release this desire?
Originally, I'd just planned to secretly flirt with her in the car, but somehow we'd ended up doing something incredibly erotic. It had been a while since something unexpected like this happened, and though I was confused, I felt strangely happy. The sensation of my character taking on a life of her own was thrilling.
The next update will be on January 10th (Thursday) at 7 PM (^^)!
Thank you so much for reading this time (^^)!!