"Kotaro, what should we do?"
"Could you be more specific?"
"...How exactly do we... do ecchi things?"
Misaki answered shyly, cheeks flushed, as she licked his penis with wet smacks. Hiding my embarrassment this way is probably even more embarrassing, he thought, but he moaned as her tongue teased his glans.
"What if we both just take off our bottoms and do it like that?"
"Hmm? That's fine, but... that's really, really ecchi."
"You're right. Just thinking about it is getting me excited."
"Same here... You're rock-hard."
"This wicked penis of yours," she whispered in a cute voice, taking it into her mouth from the side and sucking. The combination of cuteness and eroticism was making his head spin.
Kotaro stood up and quickly pulled down his pants and underwear. Misaki followed suit, shedding her skirt and panties.
"...Your nipple is completely popping out of your V-neck shirt."
"...I told you not to say that."
When I touched the swollen nipple protruding from her V-neck shirt, Misaki leaned closer, looking embarrassed, and began stroking my veiny torso while pinching her nipple through her T-shirt.
"How do you want me to do it, Misaki-senpai?"
"Um... maybe from behind?" she murmured in a barely audible voice. Tilting my head to ask what was wrong, Misaki gazed up at me with eyes so wet they sent shivers down my spine.
"Like... a little rough? I'm so turned on right now, it's scary..."
She whispered as her palm slickly caressed my glans. When I wrapped my arms around her and stroked her back, her small yet voluptuous body trembled delicately.
"Got it. I'll really mess you up."
Kotaro anxiously checked if his voice was shaking. His excitement was so intense that it felt like all the blood in his body was boiling.
"...Hmm, really mess me up?"
Misaki whispered in his arms. Her breath against his chest was scalding, as if her raw desire had been converted directly into heat.
Misaki climbed onto the sofa, bracing her hands against the backrest. She leaned forward, presenting her soft, childbearing hips to him.
"Looking at you like this, naked from the waist down... it's incredibly erotic."
"Ugh... Don't look too much..."
Beneath her flimsy V-neck blouse, her sweat-glossed, bare buttocks glistened. From above, her slender waist curved into a beautiful hourglass shape, simultaneously infinitely beautiful and infinitely lewd. I'm definitely going to make her cry, he vowed inwardly, as he gently stroked her hips.
"Ah... Haaaah..."
Even a light crawl of my fingers made Misaki's hips tremble. The way they swayed back and forth was unbearably lewd. My right hand stroked her buttocks while my left supported my erection, pressing the glans against her slit.
"Senior Misaki, you're too wet. If I enter you like this, things might get out of control."
As I spoke, the glans parted her petals with wet, slippery strokes. With each gasp—"Ah, ah, ah"—new honey juice oozed out in sticky, gushing streams.
"I... I don't care! Let it get out of control! Just... just fuck me...!"
Misaki turned around, tears welling in her eyes. Her face was flushed with arousal, as if she really might lose herself completely.
"Please, hurry, hurry... Kotaro's long, thick, rock-hard penis... inside me... Ahhhhh!"
As Misaki ground her hips against me, I pushed the glans of my penis against her entrance. It slid in effortlessly, sinking all the way to the root. Her slick, overheated folds clamped down on my familiar manhood, welcoming it like an old friend.
"Ah... Haaah... Haaaah... Kotaro's penis feels so good..."
"Guh... Ugh... Misaki-senpai...!"
With my entire length buried inside her, Misaki began wriggling her hips, determined to savor every inch of her lover's manhood. Her vaginal muscles tightened rhythmically around my rigid shaft from different angles, causing pre-cum to gush repeatedly with each movement—drip, splurt, drip. The intense pleasure nearly made me ejaculate instantly, but I clenched my anus tight to hold back.
"Ah... Huh? Ah, K-Kotaro, why...?"
Kotaro dug his fingers into Misaki's round buttocks, immobilizing her movements. She began to thrust her hips restlessly, her body trembling in short, jerky motions. She gritted her teeth against the faint pleasure, but compared to before, when she had been trying to suppress it, it was no longer unbearable.
"I want to savor this slowly," he murmured.
"Huh? Ah... N-no...! Kotaro, move already...!"
Even pinned down, Misaki's hips writhed in circles, her inner muscles contracting rhythmically, squeezing his shaft at the base, middle, and tip.
"O... Ah... W-wait, Misaki-senpai! That feels too good...!"
He wanted to enjoy this leisurely, but at this rate, he'd climax in an instant.
Gritting his teeth, he focused on tightening his abs and inner thighs to hold back.
"If Kotaro won't move... I'll move myself..."
Misaki gripped both of Kotaro's wrists, pulling them away from her hips and holding them like reins as she began to sway her hips. Her movements were so graceful, her gaze so alluring, that he forgot to resist, mesmerized by her beauty.
"Ah... ah... ah... ah-haah... haaah... nnn... nnnfuuu..."
Still holding his wrists, Misaki continued to sway her hips languidly. Though her movements were restrained by her kneeling position, the way her plump buttocks pressed against him with each motion was unbearably lewd. The thick folds of her labia sliding hungrily over his shaft were infinitely obscene.
"Haaah... haaah... Kotaro... Kotaro..."
Misaki took the entire length of his cock into her mouth, her soft lips squeezing the base as she gazed up at him with a complex expression, a mix of lust and adoration. Whenever his manhood twitched in response, the slick flesh pressed against him writhed in delighted reaction.
Should I start punishing her soon...? Hmm?
"Kotaro! Ah! What should I do? I'm sorry! I'm gonna... I'm gonna come!"
As he considered where to strike back, Misaki's voice cracked, rising toward climax.
Now, his instincts screamed.
"I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm coming! I—Hnnngh!"
Seizing the moment just before Misaki's climax, Kotaro grabbed her wrists, yanked them back as far as he could, and thrust his hips forward. Her small but curvaceous body convulsed violently, as if struck by lightning.
"Ah! Ugh! Ah! Hah! Hnn! Hii! Hiiin...!"
Misaki let out whimpering gasps, her back trembling with each shudder. Her cotton shirt clung tightly to her sweat-drenched skin.
"I'm going to start moving soon."
There was no verbal response from Misaki, only the slick folds of her pussy tightening around my cock in a clinging, almost playful manner.
I began thrusting slowly.
"Hah... Hiaah... Ah... Inside... Yes... Right there... I love it..."
With each deliberate thrust that poked deep inside her, her sweat-slicked buttocks quivered.
"Senior Misaki, you've always been sensitive, but... you've become even more intense."
"Nah... Haa... Nkuuu... Maybe...? Ah... What am I going to do? Trained by that beast Kotaro, I'm becoming even more sensitive! Agh... Ah... Ah... Haaauuu... Naaaaah!!"
With a few forceful thrusts to her deepest recesses, Misaki came undone. Her body convulsed violently, her back arching and bowing like a drawn bow. Unable to collapse forward because Kotaro was holding her wrists, she looked like a captured princess.
"You really love it deep, don't you?"
"Ah! Ugh! There! I love it! I do, but... no, no, don't keep hitting the same spot! No, no, no, no... Nnnngh!"
Misaki's overwrought body was now primed to climax instantly with each precise thrust at a certain angle and intensity. Even after reaching orgasm, she didn't feel ticklish; instead, Kotaro's leisurely hip movements after her climax only elicited soft, syrupy moans.
"Wow. Go ahead and let yourself come as much as you want."
"Ah... Don't... Don't make me... I can't... Ugh, ah, I'm gonna... I'm gonna... I'm gonna... Ugh, ugh, ugh... Ah, no, stop, don't... Don't rub it like that... Don't tap it like that... No, I'm gonna... I'm gonna... I'm gonna... Aahh, aahh, aahh..."
Misaki's body was wracked with continuous spasms. Before the afterglow of one climax had faded, the next wave of orgasm crashed over her, her back, plastered to her clingy T-shirt, arching repeatedly.
"Senior Misaki, I'm having so much fun right now."
"What kind of sick comment is that, you beast... Ah, no..."
Misaki's body froze. When Kotaro continued to move his hips, she turned around, her eyes brimming with tears.
"Kotaro! Ah, no, don't... I'm gonna... I'm gonna leak..."
Her husky voice struck my ears with intense force, sending a searing thrill down my spine.
"I see," I replied curtly, accelerating my thrusts.
"Hnnngh! N-no, no, I can't... I'll leak, I'll come... Ahh, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming... Nnnngh... Hnn, this is serious, it's too much..."
Surprised that Misaki was still holding back even after reaching climax, I gripped her soft breasts firmly and pulled her upright.
"Let it all out, Misaki."
When I addressed her without the honorific, her eyes widened, and her slender throat bobbed with a swallow. To push her further, I pinched her swollen nipple and repeatedly thrust into her slick, gushing flesh.
"Hnnngh... No, no... It's so embarrassing..."
Misaki sobbed, her voice unusually weak. Her hands hung limply at her sides, swaying helplessly with each of Kotaro's thrusts.
"It's okay. Come on, let go."
Even to himself, his voice sounded cruelly detached. Yet instead of resisting, Misaki tightened her grip around his hardness as if she might tear it apart.
"Ah, ahnn, Kotaro, Kotaro, forgive me, forgive me..."
He took her small earlobe between his teeth.
"Misaki, come. Let yourself leak."
He peeled off the sweat-soaked cotton shirt, its fabric heavy with moisture, then pinched her nipple roughly while driving his cock deep inside her with all his strength.
"Ugh!"
A short, sharp cry escaped her thin lips as her voluptuous body stiffened for an instant.
"Aah... aahhh..."
Gush, gush, gush... A torrent of hot liquid spilled forth, washing away the white foam at their joined bodies and soaking their lower halves.
"I'm... I'm gonna... come, come, come...!"
Misaki's repeated orgasms and the intense contractions of her muscles had pushed Kotaro to his limit. As she stared in a daze, her body clamped down fiercely on his shaft, thick semen surged up his narrow urethra in a desperate race.
"Ah! Hot! Haaah... Kotaro's semen... Hnnn... Haaaaah..."
Gush, gurgle, gush... A liberal amount of white fluid poured into Misaki's womb. He held her tightly, as if determined not to let a single drop escape. Her sweat-slicked body, now soft and slippery, felt incredibly good against his skin. He thrust his hips rhythmically, deep inside her, ensuring not a drop of semen remained in his urethra.
In the final moments, I erupted with a wet squelch, and the room fell deathly still. Even the air conditioner paused, enveloping us in a silence as profound as a snowy mountain night.
As I withdrew my cock, Misaki collapsed onto the sofa. Perhaps the lingering embers of that intense pleasure still smoldered within her, for she arched her back with feline grace, trembling softly.
I've gone too far...
Seeing Misaki, utterly spent, brought me back to my senses. It had been acceptable to talk back to her in that limited situation, but what followed was unforgivable. Normally, she calls me a "monster" all the time, but for those few minutes, I truly was a monstrous, bestial creature.
"Misaki-senpai, I'm sorry. Did I go too far...?"
Trembling with apology, Misaki turned around, her eyes glistening with tears. She wasn't angry—no, but she was a little sulky. The word sulky fit perfectly, describing her impossibly adorable pout.
Misaki spun around and sat down on the sofa. "Ugh... I'm soaked..." she murmured.
"Kotaro, step forward."
"Huh? Oh, yes... Ugh... Hnnngh...?!"
Still half-erect after a thorough ejaculation, Misaki took his flaccid cock into her mouth with a wet pop.
"Squelch... You idiot, Kotaro... Mmm, I thought I was gonna die... Gulp, smack, smack, smack, slurp... Sizzle..."
"Ooh... Ah... Mmm..."
The glans in her mouth was tenderly licked, as if scolding him for his earlier actions. Misaki's slender throat bobbed rhythmically as she swallowed the combined fluids of both of them.
"...I'm really sorry. We shouldn't have gone that far, right?"
I didn't say I wouldn't do it again. After all, my partner is the masochistic Misaki. I can't imagine her saying she won't forgive me after giving me such a sloppy blowjob. This question was just a perfunctory attempt to maintain some semblance of propriety.
Misaki pulls her mouth away from my cock. The shaft, glistening with her saliva, is rock-hard again.
"...Every day is definitely too much. I won't be able to go to class."
"I never even considered doing it every day... Ugh!"
She play-bites the shaft from the side, sucking and nibbling. She's just too damn cute.
"But if we did it every day, we'd probably build up stamina and get used to it somehow."
Looking back at what we've done so far, I do get the sense that we're both gradually becoming tougher. Whether we're being slow and sensual or rough and intense, it feels like we're staying connected for longer than before.
I wondered what she was thinking as I gazed at Senpai. Misaki suddenly took the glans into her mouth, her thin lips tightening around the base of the glans as she sucked rhythmically. For some reason, she looked up at me with a sulky expression.
"...Every day, Kotaro probably teases you in that cool, familiar way, pushing you until you come, right? If you keep that up... even if you build up your stamina, you'll just end up having sex all the time and forget about university."
"Ah... maybe you're right. But... I admire cool Misaki-senpai, but I also want to see what it's like when you completely lose control to your desires."
"...Kotaro could do it easily if he wanted to, seriously. I have absolutely no resistance against him, so keep that in mind and restrain yourself."
"We're living together after all..." she murmured in a barely audible voice.
"I understand. I want to study hard so I can stand proudly by Misaki-senpai's side someday."
His words were honest, looking toward their future together. Misaki's cat-like eyes widened, then a mischievous grin spread across her face.
"...You've really thought this through, haven't you?"
"I've promised my parents too. I'll do my best. ...Misaki-senpai, you're grinning like an idiot."
"Shut up! I'm so happy I can't help it, you dummy!"
Her words were a mix of embarrassment and genuine sentiment.
"Misaki-senpai is cute."
"...You're stroking my hair while pressing your penis against my cheek? That's pretty crazy, you know."
"...I'm really sorry about that."
A dangerous scene had unfolded from a simultaneous surge of love and lust.
"Should we do it again soon?"
"Sure. Can I be on top this time, Misaki-senpai?"
"My hips are already shaking uncontrollably... You just want to watch Misaki-senpai thrust her hips back and forth, don't you?"
"Exactly."
"You pervert! Oh, but I should probably clean the sofa first."
"Can't that wait? My excitement might fade if we delay."
"Hmm, you're right. Let's do it now... Hey, how about we grope each other while cleaning?"
Misaki-senpai gripped my erect penis tightly, grinning mischievously.
"You're truly so erotic, Misaki-senpai."
"Who are you calling erotic, you lecherous pervert?"
Misaki playfully cursed, then pressed a wet kiss to the glans.
"When I'm on top, I'll make your penis nice and soft, Kotaro. You'd better prepare yourself."
She grinned mischievously.
*I thought, The rest of this time is definitely going to be fun. With that thought, I decided to start by cleaning the sofa.