Tsubasa Yura faithfully executed Ethan's commands. Aside from her mouth being slightly parted to let out shameful moans, she made no extra movements. While she was receiving Ethan's "private tutoring," Meguri Tomoe in the next room was not having an easy time either.
The apartment walls were thin, and Ethan and Tsubasa weren't trying to be quiet. Not only had Meguri heard the entire conversation in the living room, but now every interaction in the bedroom was broadcasting straight to her ears. Though she knew the theory of sex, listening to her best friend and roommate gasping made her body flush with heat. The reality of it happening right next door was entirely different from a video; the subtle sounds alone made her legs go soft and her own garden begin to weep.
Under Ethan's dominant and wild guidance, Tsubasa's face grew flushed, and the itch between her legs intensified. But because Ethan had forbidden her to move, she didn't even dare to twitch her thighs.
"Master~"
Watching her trembling body, Ethan smiled from behind. She was truly a 'pet' worth educating. He decided to turn up the heat. Gripping a plump butt cheek in each hand, he began to knead them wantonly. As expected of the Gymnastics Club's ace, the texture was incredible—firm, full, and bursting with athletic suppleness. He bit his lip; he wanted to take a bite out of her "peach."
Just as he moved his mouth toward her, a sudden jolt like an electric current surged through his palms. In that same instant, a jet of warm fluid shot out from Tsubasa's garden, spraying directly across Ethan's face.
Ethan was caught off guard. He hadn't expected her to be so sensitive that she would squirt from foreplay alone.
"Ah! Master! I... I'm so sorry, Tsubasa... I... hah..."
"What a slutty body you have..." Ethan wiped his face with the bedsheet. Any lingering restraint he had was gone now. Being sprayed like that by a virgin's nectar was a bit annoying, so he decided on a "punishment."
Ethan leaned down and bit hard into her voluptuous buttock. Tsubasa let out a sharp cry but stayed perfectly still. After the bite, Ethan felt a twinge of pity, so he began to lick the mark he had made, his tongue tracing the rounded curves of her snowy-white cheeks. He sucked and lapped at the flesh, creating wet, lewd sounds that made Tsubasa's breathing turn into frantic, desperate gasps.
"Chuu... slurp... chuu..."
"Ugh... Master~~"
She sounded pitiful, but her voice was laced with a growing, undeniable thirst. Ethan's hot breath on her skin made her let out muffled nasal moans, her pleas for mercy slowly turning into pleas for more. He moved his tongue across one cheek, then the other, intentionally avoiding her soaking wet garden in the middle to build the tension.
Next, he used his hands to bunch up a large piece of her thigh meat and sucked on it forcefully. Tsubasa bit the bedsheet, tears of intense pleasure welling in her eyes. It wasn't sadness; it was the overwhelming stimulation.
After he finished marking her, Ethan stood up to stretch. Tsubasa lay panting on the bed. "Master... hah... is it over? Can I..."
"Eh? Tsubasa, are you forgetting something? I haven't even started on your legs yet."
Ethan moved his face between her thighs. She was still wearing her white stockings, which shimmered like ivory under the light. Even though he had played with many legs, the scent of a gymnastics girl—a mix of her perfume and the faint saltiness of sweat—was intoxicating.
He removed her high heels and started from her toes, licking the tips, the arches, and the soles through the thin fabric. He moved up to her calves, her knees, and finally her inner thighs. The inner thigh was her most sensitive spot. Ethan gripped her "Absolute Territory" and kneaded the flesh.
Tsubasa was now at her limit. If Ethan hadn't been so dominant, she would have flipped over and pinned him down herself. Ethan lay between her legs, looking up at her pulsing, dripping garden. He licked the edges of her white stockings, following the silver trails of her juices.
"Master... please... come inside... Tsubasa wants it..."
Ethan smiled. He pressed himself against her back, rubbing his hot, rigid rod against her entrance. "Tsubasa, you've been a good girl. Ready? This is the final part of the lesson."
He spread her legs slightly but then used his hands to clamp her thighs together, creating a tight "thigh-press" gap.
"Master... hurry... ah."
He aligned his tip with the narrow crevice and thrust his massive dragon forward.
"Ah, sss... that feels good."
"Wait, Master... that's not... you're just between my legs..."
"Quiet. It's not midnight yet. Keep your legs tight."
Tsubasa bit her lip, yielding to his authority. Ethan gripped her waist and began to slam in and out of the wet, stocking-clad thigh gap. The friction of his cock against her soaked labia was electric. The "thigh-sex" was so intense that the bedsheets were soon drenched in a mix of her nectar and his pre-cum.
"Ah... Master, even this feels so good... oh..."
"Ngh, this is... really something... ah..."
Ethan's weight pressed her into the mattress. He reached under her to squeeze her swinging breasts while his other hand pulled her head back, sliding his finger into her mouth. Tsubasa sucked on his finger greedily, her hips bucking backward in a desperate rhythm.
"Master! I want it! Put it in, I beg you... Master... ah...!"
Before the clock could strike twelve, she broke. Ethan used his hand to open her flooded garden one last time, then positioned his burning tip against her core and gave a powerful, singular thrust.
Spluck!
The thick rod tore through her delicate folds, sliding all the way in until there was no gap left. Because he had teased her for so long, the pain was minimal compared to the sheer relief of being filled. Tsubasa, who had a bit of a masochistic streak, was ecstatic.
"Master, move... faster... please..."
"Easy, Tsubasa. You're too tight. I don't want to hurt you." Ethan slapped her white buttocks hard. SLAP! "Relax!"
"Ngh... Master... yes... please, hit me again..."
Ethan sighed; she was a total lost cause. He gripped her hips and began to pull out and slam back in. The room filled with the rhythmic squelch-squelch of fluid. Tsubasa's knees were on the floor, her butt arched high to give him a better angle.
Every time he thrust, Ethan could see a visible bulge on her lower abdomen as his tip hit her womb. This filled him with a surge of pride and lust.
"Ngh... Master... Tsubasa... can't take it... ngh...!"
Her internal muscles spasmed, and a wave of heat sprayed out from her depths, drenching Ethan's tip. Ethan stopped, waiting to see if she would lose control and pee, but it was just a massive internal climax. Tsubasa didn't want him to leave; her walls clamped down like a vice.
"Hah... Master... keep going... Tsubasa wants more... keep going...!"