"Ah...nn...nn..."
Ryosuke and Kirie were entwined in the missionary position on the bed.
Protected by a condom, he entered her.
Though acutely aware of the hard object invading her, Kirie exhaled slowly, gradually accepting the foreign presence.
Oh, here...
Thump. Ryosuke pushed past the narrowest part of Kirie's body. The pain of being penetrated still lingered, but the sensation...
I love this... Ryo-kun is inside me...
Feeling her lover's presence within her, Kirie basked in happiness.
Compared to their earlier encounter on the sofa, both of them were somewhat calmer now. The excess tension had dissipated, allowing them the leisure to truly enjoy the sex.
To enjoy sex—
Never would she have imagined herself thinking such a thing.
She felt a terrifying sense of having crossed a point of no return, yet simultaneously, she was grateful that Ryosuke had led her there.
"Nuu...nn...nn!"
Suddenly, their eyes met.
I sensed a seductive side of him that he rarely showed in everyday life, but in this position, the slight distance between us made me feel lonely as I gazed at him.
"Kirie, you're so cute."
His whispered words, accompanied by a smile, suddenly made me blush.
Of course, I was naked now, my flushed face exposed to his gaze, even my embarrassing moans audible to his ears.
"Ah—!"
I quickly pulled the large pillow beside me over my face, pressing it tightly against my cheeks to muffle any sound.
"I can't see your face anymore."
"It's fine... mmh, mmh..."
The pillow effectively distracted me from my embarrassment, but blocking my view only heightened my awareness of the sensations between us.
With each brush of our bodies, I was acutely reminded that I was a woman, and he was a man.
It had hurt so much at first. This was only the second time he'd held me like this. Back at school, Shito Ryosuke had been nothing more than a stranger, even someone I actively disliked. And yet, now—
"nnh, nnnh, nnnn..."
*****
"What a pity," Ryosuke murmured.
His honest reaction to Kirie hiding her face slipped out unfiltered.
He wanted to see her face more. He wanted to see the face she made when she was tormented because of him, the face she made when she was bewildered by the newly awakened pleasure, the face she made when she was about to lose herself in the mounting ecstasy. And the face she made when he teased her, her eyes wide with anger, her voice indignant—
...If that's the case...
If she refused to show her face, that was fine too.
He would just torment her in another way. He would keep tormenting her until she could no longer endure the pleasure, until she was clinging to him—
Ryosuke gently lifted Kirie's hips, adjusting the angle to reach deeper inside her. He slowly ground his hips, gently thrusting upward into her with each rhythmic motion.
"Ugh?! Fuh—nngh?!"
Her moans, which had been subsiding, intensified again. Her relaxed thighs tensed, trembling minutely as they clamped around his waist.
"Ugh... Ugh... Ugh—!"
Her vaginal muscles quivered with pleasure.
Ryosuke tensed his entire body, resisting the spasming contractions. Even through the condom, Kirie's inner walls felt impossibly snug. If he hadn't already ejaculated twice, he might have come undone first.
"Can you feel it? You're hitting the right spot. Even the sounds are getting louder."
With each thrust of his penis, their joined flesh emitted sticky, lewd noises.
"Ugh... Nngh... Nn—"
Kirie seemed to be shaking her head beneath the pillow, her expression vividly imagined. Her reactions were too predictable, too adorable—
They further stoked Ryosuke's sadistic desires.
*****
No matter how she writhed and twisted her hips, she couldn't escape. It wasn't just because Ryosuke had her hands pinned. It was because he was relentlessly pounding her deepest, most vulnerable spot over and over.
I don't know anything about this... This isn't right...
Kirie had only recently learned about masturbation, and even then, it was clumsy and unskilled—just aimlessly rubbing her genitals with her fingers, not really understanding what she was doing.
Despite this, it felt more than good enough, and masturbating while thinking of Ryosuke brought its own special pleasure—
This is wrong...! My body... it's not listening to me anymore—!
Her hips, already arched upward, tried to thrust even higher. Each thrust made her moan, writhe, and tremble.
The rough male organ pistoned in and out of her repeatedly, its rhythmic thrusts hitting all her sensitive spots. The pleasure built deep in her abdomen, aching and unbearable.
"Ngh... Ugh... Ugh?!"
Even though he wasn't thrusting particularly fast,
swallowed by waves of identical rhythm, Kirie arched her back violently as she spasmed through climax.
"Ugh... Nngh... Nnnngh...!"
The pillow, meant to muffle her cries, proved utterly useless against her loud, unrestrained moans.
Yet the more she screamed, the greater the pleasure seemed to become. He can't see my face anyway, she reasoned indulgently, squeezing out even more intense cries.
"Nngh... Nn! Nuuugh... Nngh... Nguuuu—!"
Even during her climax, Ryosuke didn't pause. He saw through her attempts to find release and continued tormenting her mercilessly.
She was completely in his power.
And that made her unbearably happy.
"Ryo-kun..."
Kirie shoved the pillow aside herself and looked up at him again.
Her face must have looked terrible. Her bangs were mussed from the pillow, she was sweating profusely, and her expression was probably unsightly.
But she wanted him to see her in this disgraceful state.
"Did it hurt?"
Ryosuke leaned over Kirie, his deep voice low as he asked.
So close... Ryo-kun is right in front of me...
She had only covered her face for a fleeting moment, but having Ryosuke's face so close to hers made her heart race, filling the emptiness in her heart.
"U-um... but..."
"It felt good, didn't it?"
His gentle reprimand sent shivers down her spine. Even the sensation of his long fingers brushing the hair from her face was pleasant.
"...Mm. But, I... I'd like..."
"What is it?"
"...I want Ryo-kun to hug me and make me feel good..."
Normally, such words—no, she'd never say them at all—slipped out naturally. Yet somehow, she didn't feel embarrassed.
"...And maybe... I want Ryo-kun to feel good too... Even if I'm not good enough..."
Kirie timidly spoke, and Ryosuke rolled his eyes in exasperation, letting out a small sigh.
"...Ryo-kun?"
"Seriously, Kirie..."
"Huh...? Eep!"
Before she knew it, Kirie was being held by Ryosuke. As he sat up, she shifted into a seated position, ending up cradled against him. Though it resembled being carried, the intimate skin-to-skin contact and the weight of her body pressing against him made her feel even more embarrassed than if she were completely naked.
"W-what...? Wh-what are you doing...?"
"Like this, I can hug you as much as I want. And Kirie, you can do the same."
"Ah... I-I... Ah..."
She tried to protest, embarrassed, but Ryosuke tightened his embrace, silencing her. His strong arms locked her in place. With every slight movement of either of their hips, a sweet pleasure spread through her waist.
Her entire body—from the tips of her toes to the top of her head—was enveloped in bliss.
"Mmm... Mmm..."
Though it was humiliating, Kirie instantly fell in love with this face-to-face position, where she could feel him completely.
"Mmm, mmm, ah..."
Once she resolved to surrender to her emotions, all she could feel was pleasure. She could rub her skin against his as much as she wanted, be held by him, arch her back, and feel his fingers gently tap the deepest part of her hips.
"Yah, ah, ah, Ryo-kun..."
When she could no longer bear the longing, she pleaded, and he kissed her. It was nothing like the kisses she'd imagined in her fantasies—surprisingly, shockingly good.
"Mmm, mmmf, mmph... Ahh, ah, ah..."
A slow but intense pleasure spread from their connected hips throughout her entire body. Time faded away, reason abandoned. All that remained was the blissful act of devouring her lover's skin.
This... this is... so intense, so overwhelming... I'm going to lose my mind from sheer happiness!
No matter how tightly I hold him, it's still not enough. I want to press closer, to feel him even more.
Compared to what we were doing just a moment ago, our movements are now gentle. Yet inside, a frenzied passion swirls, becoming unbearable.
"Ryo-kun! I... I'm about to—!"
"About to come?"
"Yes! Yes! Ryo-kun, let's come together—"
"I'm at my limit too. Shall we come together?"
"Mmm... Ah... Yes... I'm coming, I'm coming! I'm going to come—!"
Shudder, shudder, shudder! My entire body convulses in ecstasy. Behind my tightly shut eyes, sparks scatter, and my mind goes blank.
"Ahh, ahh, ahh... Ryo-kun, Ryo-kun!"
For a fleeting moment, I felt an unsettling sensation, as if my body might be flung somewhere else. But that anxiety vanished instantly when Ryosuke embraced me, leaving only relief and joy to flood my entire being.
At the same time, he reached climax with a desperate cry:
"Kirie—!"
"Ah—! Ahh—! Aaah...!"
His engorged cock spasmed inside me.
He's... he's coming... inside me...!
Even through the condom, I could feel it. He was enjoying himself too. Finishing inside me. As we held each other with equal intensity, the euphoria of climaxing simultaneously made me feel like my brain was overflowing with pleasure-inducing chemicals.
"Mmmngh...! Ah...! Ryo-kun, you're coming...! Mmm, mmm, mmmngh...!"
Savoring the pulsating sensation inside her, Kirie surrendered to a long, sweet orgasm.
*****
"Ah, that feels so good..."
As the two of them slipped into the bathtub almost simultaneously, a torrent of water spilled over the sides with a splash.
"...What a waste."
"Hmm? It's fine. This is a hotel, after all. We should enjoy it."
"I know, but—"
"This tub is big enough for two, you know."
"Yeah..."
In the spacious hotel bathtub, they stretched their legs out together.
After sex on the bed, Ryosuke had coaxed the reluctant Kirie into bathing together.
Ryosuke leaned back against the tub, and Kirie settled into the crook of his arm and leg. Her long hair was loosely tied back with a rubber band provided by the hotel. Since she'd been drenched by the rain earlier, she figured she might as well wash her hair while she was here.
Perhaps because of what they'd just shared, Kirie surrendered herself to Ryosuke without excessive embarrassment.
Her beautiful nape and a few stray strands of hair. Her clean contours and adorable cheeks. Her long eyelashes. Her breasts, soft and swaying in the bathwater, offering an incomparably luxurious feel.
"I... I didn't mean for things to go this far today..." Kirie murmured, her voice relaxed.
"You're such a pervert, Ryo-kun..."
"It's your fault for making me imagine you in your swimsuit. I couldn't resist."
"...That's because you made me buy it!"
"You could have tried it on here."
"No way! Gross! Hentai!"
She turned only her eyes, shooting him a scornful glance.
"First of all, you've already seen me in something way more revealing than a swimsuit... even now."
"Well, that's that, and this is this. ...I guess I'll save the swimsuit for the trip."
"Right."
Kirie no longer seemed to feel any discomfort about the impending overnight class trip, or even about showing off her swimsuit right then and there.
"Ah, I can't wait. Kirie, we're going to the beach together!"
"...You don't mean it. You're just saying that."
"No, I really mean it!"
"Yeah, sure."
Though she brushed him off, a cheerful aura emanated from her demeanor and posture.
It seemed...
Her childhood friend was barely on her mind anymore. If she went on the trip, she'd naturally end up spending time with him, too.
Ryosuke felt nothing specific toward "him."
He held no emotions at all.
But he did feel a sense of relief as Kirie's image within him gradually faded.
"Sometime..."
"Hmm?"
"Let's go on a trip just the two of us. Spend a whole day together, just you and me."
"Ugh... Uh-huh."
She seemed to be imagining it too, suddenly blushing and averting her gaze. Before he could stop himself, he pressed his lips to the back of her neck.
"Hey! Stop that!"
"Kirie, look at me."
He cupped her cheek with his left hand, turning her face toward him.
"Ryo-kun..."
Her glistening eyes understood what he intended next, and they brimmed with anticipation. He kissed her, just as she'd hoped.
"Mmm, mmmf, mmm... N-no, ah... Mmm, mmmf..."
Her sweet moans echoed through the bathroom, further fueling Ryosuke's arousal. His right hand slid between her legs, finding the soft folds of her secret place.
"N-no... I'm in the bath... Ahh!"
He inserted the tip of his middle finger into her vagina. Inside—near the entrance—was coated with a viscous liquid, distinctly different from the bathwater.
"Ah! No, stop, stop!"
Even as she protested, Kirie's hips began to twitch back and forth, trying to draw his finger deeper inside her.
"You're so... so sneaky, Ryo-kun!"
"Yeah, I know."
With a wry smile, he kissed her again, silencing her. She moaned through the kiss, her free hands clutching at his right arm.
"Mmmph, mmm, mmmph—! Hmph... mmm...! Ah... Huh...?"
When Ryosuke abruptly withdrew his finger without warning, she looked bewildered, her expression a mix of longing and frustration.
"You wanted more, didn't you?"
"N-no!"
"But I want more."
"Huh—? Ah...!"
Ryosuke pushed Kirie forward until her hands braced against the edge of the bathtub, forcing her into a crawling position. Her round buttocks protruded from the water like twin islands.
He rubbed his hardened erection against her.
"Wh-what? N-no... No way... You wouldn't... here...?"
Kirie's voice trembled with confusion, but her body betrayed her—her slick folds glistened with wetness, clinging to his penis. Her hips twitched with eager response.
The body beneath him was begging for more of the pleasure he'd taught her to crave.
"Can I... put it in?"
"You know I'll do it anyway, even if I say no!"
"I won't. I wouldn't force you."
"Ugh! You're so mean!"
"I know that too."
He teased her entrance with the tip of his penis, deliberately making squelching sounds.
"H-haaah... Ryo-kun, you idiot...! Just... do it... There's no way I'd say no... A-ahh...!"
He'd known during the earlier finger play, but her pussy was now overflowing with honey, its slick wetness enveloping him.
Once he was fully seated, Ryosuke leaned forward, extended his tongue, and began licking up Kirie's back.
"Ah, hi, niih...! Ya, aah...! Anh...!"
He then bit down on her nape, continuing to caress her breasts and nipples submerged in the bathwater with both hands, while thrusting his hips. Her soft buttocks and honeyed hole took him in.
With each movement, the water splashed and Kirie's shrill moans echoed through the bathroom.
"Kirie, Kirie—"
Their positions and rough thrusts were bestial.
This is the umpteenth time we've had sex today...
An uncontrollable impulse surged from the depths of Ryosuke's chest, driving him on. Even when he'd first learned about sex, he'd never been this frenzied.
Squelch, squelch, squelch!
Ryosuke embraced Kirie's body, drowning in its softness, and pulled his penis out just in time to ejaculate.
Gush, gush, gush! A stream of thick white fluid erupted onto the crevice of Kirie's buttocks.
"Ah, n-no, Ryo-kun...! H-ah, ahh... Ryo-kun..."
Shivering with pleasure, she slowly turned in the bath, resting her head on the edge and gazing up at him. She reached out, wrapped her arms around his neck, and begged for a kiss.
"Mmm... nchuu... mmm... hamu... nnn..."
Her legs entwined around his waist, grinding against him.
He re-entered her aroused body with a slight shift of his hips, barely pushing in.
"A-ah...! Ah, ah—Ryo-kun, you promised!"
"Promised?"
He tilted his head, confused, and she said:
"The promise... We said we'd go on a trip together, remember?"
"Right. Absolutely—"
"Mm-hmm... Absolutely, definitely. Ah, no, ah—!"
As Ryosuke thrust his hips in the spacious bathtub, he thought to himself:
Maybe it's me who's becoming trapped.