After that, we didn't stop.
Couldn't stop.
The rooftop of the school became our world—just the two of us, the open sky, and the relentless rhythm of my hips slamming against her from behind.
Her hands braced against the railing, her red blazer bunched up around her waist, her white skirt flipped up over her ass.
Her panties were long gone, torn off and forgotten somewhere on the ground.
I gripped her hips hard enough to leave bruises and drove into her again and again, each thrust sinking deep into her tight, wet heat.
She met every single one—pushing back against me, her body welcoming me like it had been made for this.
The school bell rang somewhere far below.
Students flooding the classroom.
None of it mattered.
"Narcissus-kun..." She turned her head, her lips parted, her eyes glazed with pleasure. "Your cock... it's so good. So big. I love it. I love you..."
She reached back and pulled me into a kiss—messy, desperate, tongues tangling—and then, with a sudden burst of strength, she twisted in my grip and shoved me onto my back.
I hit the rooftop floor and before I could recover she was on top of me.
Straddling me.
Guiding me back inside her with one hand while the other pressed against my chest.
And then she rode me.
Her hips rolled like waves—slow at first, building, building—and she threw her head back and panted into the afternoon sky.
Her red blazer had come completely undone now.
Her white school shirt was unbuttoned, her lacy bra pushed aside, her tits bouncing with every downward thrust.
"You're so beautiful, Arisu."
She looked down at me with that knowing smirk—the one that was exactly like mine—and clenched around me so tight I almost came right there.
"Fufufu... I know."
The sound of her laughter mixed with her moans was the most intoxicating thing I'd ever heard.
"I'm close," I managed, my hands gripping her thighs.
"Then come inside me, Narcissus-kun." She leaned down, her lips brushing my ear, her voice dropping to that low, hungry whisper that drove me insane.
"Impregnate me. Let me bear your child. Fill me up until there's nothing left."
That was it.
I slammed up into her one last time and came harder than I'd ever come in my life—thick, hot ropes of cum flooding her pussy, painting her insides white.
She gasped and clenched around me, milking every drop, her whole body shuddering as her own orgasm crashed through her.
We stayed like that for a long moment—her on top of me, me still inside her, both of us panting.
The distant sounds of the school drifted up from below, completely irrelevant.
"Arisu-chan... let's continue somewhere else."
"Fufufu... of course, my other self." She pushed herself up on shaky legs, and I watched as she tidied her uniform, pulling down her skirt, buttoning her blazer, smoothing her hair.
Any observer would have seen a perfectly composed schoolgirl.
They wouldn't have seen the way her thighs were already slick with my seed, already starting to drip down her legs.
She hugged my arm against her chest—intimate, possessive—and we walked out of the rooftop together.
For about thirty seconds.
The moment we stepped into the outside, we separated.
No words.
No lingering glances.
Just two students walking in opposite directions, as if we'd never met.
We'd done this enough times to know the routine.
Suspicious eyes were everywhere in this school, and neither of us wanted the headache of explaining why we kept disappearing together.
Besides, the anticipation made it better.
I found her again in the girl's dormitory.
Her room.
Her space.
The door was unlocked—she'd been expecting me.
I slipped inside and heard it before I saw anything: the sound of running water, the soft echo of a familiar melody hummed in her sweet, teasing voice.
Arisu was in the shower.
I didn't knock.
Didn't announce myself.
Just stripped off my clothes in the middle of her room—my uniform dropping to the floor in a heap—and walked into that bathroom like I owned it.
The steam hit me first.
Then the sight of her.
She stood under the spray with her back to me, water cascading down her pale skin, tracing the curves of her shoulders, her waist, her ass.
She didn't turn around—just kept humming that same song, waiting, knowing exactly what was coming.
I stepped into the shower behind her, my cock already hard again, pressing against the small of her back.
"Took you long enough," she murmured.
I didn't answer with words.
Just grabbed her hips and pushed inside her in one smooth, merciless thrust.
She gasped and caught herself against the tile wall, her fingers splaying against the wet surface.
The water beat down on both of us as I started moving—deep, powerful strokes that made her moan echo off the bathroom walls.
"Ah... keep going, another me!"
Her voice was raw.
Desperate.
The voice of someone who'd been waiting all day for exactly this.
"Harder!"
I slammed into her harder.
The sound of wet skin against wet skin filled the small bathroom.
"Fuck me! Fuck me like your life depended on it!"
"Fuck—Arisu—you're so fucking kinky and awesome—"
I couldn't hold back.
The combination of her voice, her heat, her tightness—it was too much.
I buried myself to the hilt and came, groaning against her shoulder as I emptied everything I had into her willing body.
She screamed—actually screamed—and I felt her pussy clamp down around me as she squirted, her juices mixing with the shower water as her knees buckled.
I caught her before she fell.
She sagged against me, panting, trembling, her body completely spent.
And my cock was still hard.
I turned off the water, scooped her into my arms—naked, dripping, utterly vulnerable—and carried her to the bed.
We fucked until midnight.
Not just once.
Not just twice.
I lost count somewhere around the fourth or fifth time she came, her voice hoarse from screaming, her body limp and pliant beneath me.
I took her in every position I could think of—missionary, doggy, cowgirl, against the wall, bent over the desk—and she took everything I gave her and begged for more.
"I want more—please—don't stop, Narcissus-kun!"
"Another me—fuck—right there—yes—YES—"
"You're mine—you're mine—you're MINE—"
We didn't go to class.
The world outside her dorm room ceased to exist.
By the time midnight rolled around, my balls were completely drained.
There was nothing left—she'd wrung every last drop from me over hours of relentless, desperate, all-consuming fucking.
And her stomach?
It was bulging.
Actually bulging.
Stuffed so full of my cum that she looked pregnant—her belly round and taut, rising and falling with each exhausted breath.
Her pussy leaked continuously, a slow trickle of white that stained the sheets beneath her.
Even then, my cock was still hard.
Still ready.
Still pressed against her thigh as we lay tangled together under the blanket.
But I didn't move.
Just held her.
Let her lean against my chest, her body fitting perfectly against mine, her warmth seeping into my bones.
She was so beautiful like this—utterly wrecked, completely satisfied, her eyes half-closed and her lips curved in a lazy, contented smile.
We didn't speak.
Didn't need to.
The silence between us said everything.
Screw the school.
Screw caution.
None of it mattered.
Only us.
Only this.
I pulled her closer, my arms wrapped around her, my nose buried in her damp hair.
"Goodnight, Arisu."
"Goodnight, Narcissus-kun."
Tomorrow, maybe, we'd go back to being careful.
But tonight?
Tonight, there was only the two of us.
And that was enough.