Why... why am I like this...?
Kirie wondered absently as she was forced into a "banzai" pose.
That's right... Shito touched me...
He had caressed her breasts, bringing her to climax.
In her own room. On her bed.
And now, after her blouse had been removed, he was about to take her underwear off as well.
Out of the corner of her eye, Kirie saw the blouse. The blouse she had chosen with Ryosuke. Though simply folded, the fact that it was neatly arranged somehow brought her comfort.
"Ugh..."
Ryosuke slipped the camisole off her raised arms.
Her barely intact bra. Her breasts, still tingling with post-orgasmic pleasure, resting against it.
And her sweat-drenched armpits—all exposed to Ryosuke.
The humiliation remained intact, but she lacked the energy to resist. A lingering, tingling pleasure still flowed through her breasts, the aftermath of her climax.
After completely removing Kirie's camisole, Ryosuke watched her collapse onto the bed.
Looking down at her, he stripped off his T-shirt.
Oh... Oh...
Gradually, the reality of what was about to happen began to sink in.
But before Kirie could fully process her thoughts, Ryosuke lunged forward. Their lips met. He embraced her.
Hn... ...
The sensation of skin. A boy's body. Her breasts pressed against his chest. Unconsciously, Kirie wrapped her arms around Ryosuke's back.
His hands settled on her shoulder blades.
She had stopped resisting the kisses. In fact, she was now responding to the deep kiss, her lips and tongue moving instinctively, though the desperation in her movements was almost pitiful.
I almost want to tease her...
But for now, he decided against it. Ryosuke chose to prioritize sinking Kirie deeper into the mire of pleasure over satisfying his mischievous impulses.
Her skin was softly damp, emitting a sweet fragrance.
The bed she collapsed onto, naturally, was completely different from her own. I wondered how she felt right now—being held by a man on a bed that wasn't hers.
As I teased her lips with my mouth, my right hand reached for her breast.
"Ugh... N-no..."
She was already highly sensitive from earlier, and she gave another adorable reaction.
She tilted her head slightly and squirmed, but it didn't feel like a sign of rejection at all. I teased her sharply erect nipple with my thumb, savoring the sensation.
Her sensitivity was higher than I'd expected, but her reactions suggested she was still inexperienced with pleasure. In other words, she possessed a truly alluring body—one that could still experience intense pleasure despite her lack of experience.
"Ah... Ah... Aah..."
After enjoying the firmness of her breasts and her reactions to nipple stimulation for a while, Ryosuke slowly slid his right hand further down her body.
Her abdomen was lean, without any excess fat, yet soft and pliable. The protruding hip bones. And lower down—without removing her skirt, he gently stroked her lower abdomen with his palm.
"Ah—no! D-don't touch there...!"
Kirie, seemingly snapping back to her senses, cried out. Ryosuke gripped her left wrist.
"P-please, Shito... That's..."
"But I want to touch you there."
"N-no...! But..."
She squeezed her legs shut, her body stiffening in protest. If Ryosuke wanted to, he could easily overpower her, but instead, he continued massaging her within the limits she allowed, slowly tracing circles over her body.
"Ah...?"
This was a part of her body no one else ever touched, yet it wasn't a simple erogenous zone either. The center of her body. The gentle curves of her groin.
At first, he simply traced the area with his palm. Gradually, he applied more pressure, making Kirie keenly aware of the spot. This is the most feminine part of your body...
"Ah... no... ngh...!"
He massaged her lower abdomen in a steady rhythm. Soon, Kirie's hips began to react distinctly to the rhythmic motion. With each full circle of his hand, her hips would jerk upward and tremble.
"W-what's happening...?! Huh? No, ah...?!"
Confused by her body's reaction, Kirie looked up at Ryosuke with eyes filled with shame and fear. Ryosuke leaned in close, staring back at her.
"What's wrong? Are you starting to feel good?"
"N-no... No, don't look...!"
Despite her protests, it was she who continued to gaze at him through tear-filled eyes.
"Fuh... nnn... nnn... No, no... I'm... I'm twitching... It's happening on its own, ah, ah, ah...?!"
To alleviate her anxiety, Ryosuke showered her with kisses.
"Mmm, mmph!"
Kirie quickly responded. Clinging to the kisses must have felt safer than confronting the mysterious pleasure building in her lower abdomen.
But she didn't realize she was falling into Ryosuke's trap. Once she surrendered her heart, it was over. Their lips parted, tongues intertwining—the overwhelming sense of happiness that flooded her body from that moment convinced her even the unfamiliar pleasure was acceptable...
Why...? I don't understand...
Her spasming hips felt like a separate creature—
She had experienced similar pleasure-induced spasms during masturbation, but only just before climax, and only after directly stimulating and thoroughly working over a specific area.
But now... he's just stroking me.
With a rhythm so slow it's almost languid, his fingers aren't doing anything special. He's simply moving his palm over my lower abdomen. And it's all through my skirt. It's completely different from when I masturbate.
And yet, the pleasure is even greater—
M-my stomach... it's changing... it's changing...!
His large hand.
His hand is forcing me to acknowledge my pleasure center, whether I like it or not.
If this continues, something awful will happen. I'll expose myself completely. I have to make him stop—
And then—
No matter how loudly my mind screams alarms—
"Hah, mmm, chup...! F-ah...nngh... Ah, ah, ahh..."
The pleasure of his kisses is overwhelming my thoughts.
I don't want to think about anything. I want to keep being pampered like this. I want my body to be touched and spoiled rotten—I can hear my feminine instincts whispering. It's a sweet sound, but it's accompanied by a wavelength so powerful I can't resist it.
(Kiss... it feels so good... my stomach... it feels so good...)
The thighs I'd desperately clamped together are slowly parting.
It's not that I want to be touched. My muscles just feel weak—I make excuses in my head. Even as I rationalize, I feel heat gathering in my lower abdomen.
No, to be precise, the heat is spreading from where he's stroking me.
Pleasure. Erotica. Lust—I want to deny it with reason, but the urge is too strong. The shields I've been using are being stripped away, peeled off. I'm exposing my naked self. It's embarrassing. But I want him to see me, to touch me—to ravish me.
"S-Shito..."
Unable to bear it any longer, Kirie writhed and buried her face against Ryosuke's chest. He wrapped his left arm around her, holding her against his slender yet sturdy frame. A pleasure entirely separate from the sexual kind flooded her limbs.
"Mmm... mmmn..."
The whimpering sounds she made were so pitifully sweet that even she couldn't believe them. But she had no way to restrain herself anymore.
Ryosuke slid his right hand between Kirie's thighs.
His palm pressed against her groin while his long fingers gripped her folds, squeezing them wetly.
"Agh! Ah, nnngh—!"
The stimulation was brutally intense. A violent spasm seized Kirie. If Ryosuke hadn't been holding her, she might have screamed and lost control completely.
"Ngh—! Ah, ah, ah—!"
With each caress, she could feel honey oozing from deep within her. Overwhelmed by shame, she buried her face in Ryosuke's chest.
Being held feels good. Having him kiss my flushed cheeks feels good. Feeling his skin against mine feels good. Having my lower body ravaged like this—oh, it feels incredibly good.
Kirie trembles in Ryosuke's arms, her body temperature steadily rising.
Holding her tightly, her body melting against him with a feverish heat that could burn him, Ryosuke continues his ministrations.
"Ugh... heh... ah... ah..."
She doesn't even resist when he lifts her skirt now.
Her panties, soaked with sweat and love juice, stick to her intimate area. The shape of her labia is clearly visible. Her entire body burns with heat, but this place is especially scalding. And when he slides his middle finger inside, it feels so soft and yielding, like it might swallow him whole.
Her intimate area, small enough to fit in his palm, was gently massaged again, its tension slowly easing.
Kirie seemed to relish this pleasure. While her upper body clung to him, her lower half was remarkably cooperative, her erogenous zones practically offering themselves as her lower abdomen arched forward.
Her legs spread lazily, her hips thrusting rhythmically with each of Ryosuke's strokes.
"Ah! Anh! Ahh... Hah, hah... Fuh, fuh..."
"Look, Kirizaki, down there," he urged.
His sadistic instincts stirred. Ryosuke loosened his embrace, guiding her gaze downward to his lower body.
Despite her protests, her lower body betrayed her, yielding to the feminine ecstasy.
"Ah?! No! That's not it! This... this is..."
"May I touch you directly?"
"Huh? Wh-what...?"
"Kirizaki's here."
Without waiting for a response, he slid her shorts aside and touched her damp flesh. Her membranes were slick with love juice, her sex organs quivering with pleasure. The soft texture of her flesh brought Ryosuke pleasure as well.
"N-no, no, fingers, don't...! Ah! Ah, ah—!"
"Kirizaki, you're so cute."
He kissed her lips, forcing her resistance to crumble.
"Where does Kirizaki like to be touched? Here?"
"I-I don't know! That's—!"
As he traced her folds, her labia clung to his finger. He explored the entrance to her vagina before moving to her clitoris.
"Ah—!"
"Do you like it here?"
"I-I don't know, I don't—! Ahk, nkuh, nnn—!"
He peeled back her clitoral hood, exposing the nub. Using the pad of his finger, generously coated with her love juice, he began rolling it around the sensitive bud.
"Niih, no! Huh, ngh—! Ugh, ugh—...!"
Kirie's entire body convulsed slightly as she came.
Ryosuke kissed her cheek and murmured, "You're so cute."
"Y-you're so mean...!"
"Why? I'm being so gentle with you."
"B-but... mmh... ah..."
Even when she protested, a kiss always calmed her down.
Kirie seemed aware of this too. When he pulled away, she glared at him resentfully. But her defiant eyes, glistening with tears, were utterly adorable.
"Kirizaki, will you touch me too?"
"Huh...?"
"Watching you like this is making me unbearably hard."
"...Just a little, then..."
Kirie nodded surprisingly obediently. "What should I do?"
Ryosuke undid his pants and guided Kirie's hands. Her fingers touched the bulge in his boxer briefs through the fabric.
"Ugh...! So this is what it feels like—does it hurt?"
"No, not at all. Actually, it feels good."
"Oh... I see..."
She hesitated, clearly unsure of what to do, and tentatively began groping me with both hands.
"Is this your first time touching someone like this?"
"O-of course it is, you idiot!"
"Right."
"Shito..."
"Hmm?"
"Shito's probably used to it, so being touched doesn't bother you at all, does it?"
Her sulky, downcast expression made me chuckle despite myself.
"W-what's so funny?!"
"Nothing, I just... I'm really glad Kirizaki is touching me. I mean it."
"Shito, you sound like you're lying..."
"I'm serious—mmph!"
"Mmph?! Mmm, ah, chup, slurp—nn, stop!"
"I'll touch you too. I want Kirizaki to feel good too."
"B-baka...! Ah, no—!"
I resumed stroking her with my right hand.
I smoothed Kirie's tender, overcooked flesh, spreading it apart and kneading it.
Squelch, squish, squelch.
"Ugh, ah, ah...!"
Her initial vigor was fleeting, and Kirie's voice quickly softened into a syrupy moan.
Gasping with pleasure, she continued to caress Ryosuke with tender, almost brave gestures. Between her ministrations and the swollen engorgement of his penis, the glans slipped completely out of his boxer briefs.
Her hands touched him. At first, he felt a startled confusion, but soon she began to sandwich his penis between both hands, rubbing it back and forth.
Her hands were hot, soft, and delicate—still innocent hands that sent shivers down Ryosuke's spine as they stroked him.
"Ah! N-no... Shito, don't... I'm going to... again..."
"About to come?"
"Mmm... y-yes... it's coming, I'm gonna...!"
"It's okay. I'll keep playing with you until you feel good. You can come as many times as you want."
"Kyaa! Ah... Ahh... Shito... Shito too... Will you... feel good too?"
"Mmm... Yeah. Because you're doing this for me. It feels good."
"Ah... Hah... Haaah...!"
Strength surged in Kirie's hands.
She gripped his shaft tightly with her fingers, squeezing and stroking, while her palm kneaded the glans.
It was a clumsy handjob. She had no idea what to do, groping around randomly, like a child fumbling in the dark.
Yet that very clumsiness only stirred Ryosuke further.
The classmate who used to detest him so much. Kirie, who had never shown any romantic interest beyond her childish crush on her childhood friend.
Now, she was fervently stroking Ryosuke's penis. Her body trembled with the pleasure coursing through her, and she whimpered, "Ah... wait, stop, again... I'm twitching, I can't stop, ah! Shit, yes, ah!"
Her face contorted with desperation as she stared at him. "I'm scared... I'm so scared..."
"Do you want to come while kissing?"
"Mmm... yes... yes..."
As a reward for her honesty, he captured her lips and tongue in a deep, forceful kiss.
"Hmph?! Mmm, slurp, slurrrp! Hah, hah... Nn, ah... I'm... I'm gonna come! I can't stop! Ahm, mmph, mmm...!"
Squelch, squelch, squelch...
He tapped the entrance to her vagina with his fingers, the wet flesh emitting lewd, rhythmic sounds. With his right hand, he vibrated her entire lower abdomen, further intensifying Kirie's pleasure.
"Ugh... Ah... Ahh...!!"
"Ugh...!"
Ryosuke consciously loosened his grip on his leash as he climbed toward climax. He could feel his penis swelling, the semen filling up to the tip.
They kissed, embraced, and caressed each other's genitals. Engaged in acts that resembled a passionate lovers' ritual, they drowned in pleasure and came together.
"Mmph?! Mmm... I'm coming! I'm coming! Mmm... Mmmn...~~!!"
As Kirie's body convulsed with orgasm, Ryosuke erupted in her hand, spilling his seed.
Throb... Gush, gush, gush!
He had defiled the hand of a girl who hadn't even kissed anyone until just days ago, coating it with the thick, white fluid of desire.
Squelch, drip...
Gasping through post-orgasmic spasms, Kirie had no time to dodge. She simply caught the white fluid in her palm and continued stroking Ryosuke's still-erect penis with her slickened hand.
"Kirizaki—!"
"Mmm... mmm... fff...!"
She seemed completely unaware that she was milking his penis during ejaculation. She was simply continuing her ministrations with frenzied abandon.
Duk... duk... duk...
His hips trembled violently as he released a torrent of semen into Kirie's hand.
But.
He couldn't possibly be satisfied with this alone, nor did he intend to let her off the hook.
"F... ah... ah... ah..."
In his arms, Kirie trembled messily, still reeling from the afterglow of her climax. Ryosuke's right hand was slick with the love juice she had gushed.
"Kirizaki... I'm going in."
He turned her completely onto her back, moved between her legs, and, without any sign of wilting, slipped a condom onto his penis before pressing it against her folds.