“Listen!”
Ange raised her index finger.
“What you just saw was necessary and wasn’t
wrong in the slightest. We did that because we’re relatives, so it wasn’t
anything even remotely filthy or weird! Make sure! Make absolutely sure you don’t misinterpret what happened!”
“Understood.”
Ange was acting incredibly threatening, but
the reaction from the sudden visitor, Ibekusa Machina, was as low-key as ever.
Even though their seats were right in front
of each other, Ange still had a poor grasp of Machina’s character, so she was
doing her very best to make excuses.
“So you see, he was only trying to help me
recover! Isn’t that right, Mutsuki!?”
“Ah…ah ha ha. That’s right.”
Mutsuki was left to clean up the oily
floor, so he gave a vague bitter laugh with a rag in one hand.
Ange glared at him, asking how he could be
so calm, but on the inside, he was even more shaken than she was.
That girl had come to bring them the
printout they had missed after leaving school early. The doorbell apparently
had not rung, the door had been unlocked, and she had heard some odd voices, so
she had peered inside…and that led to the current situation.
(She’s definitely going to misinterpret
what happened.)
That would not have happened if he had
stayed rational, so he had trouble calling that a misinterpretation. But most
of all, it was quite a shock for her of all people to see him teasing his
roommate like some kind of pervert.
Ibekusa Machina was a strange character
even for their class. She made no effort to gather attention, but she still had
an incredible presence.
She was a pretty, mysterious, and oddly
alluring girl.
(She probably thinks I’m a pervert.)
Mutsuki sighed deeply as he wiped up the
stubborn oil and Ange’s urine.
“So you understand? You really do
understand?”
“Positive. That is my responsibility for
entering without permission.”
It sounded like things were settling down
between Ange’s angry attacks and Machina’s calm deflections. Mutsuki looked up,
assuming Ange had cleared up the misunderstanding.
“?”
For some reason, she was beckoning him
over.
“Eh? Eh?”
He had lived with her for three weeks, but
this was his first time inside Ange’s room.
However, that was not the confusing part.
He was baffled by the girls’ actions as they entered the room too.
Ange was wearing clothes now. It was only a
T-shirt, but Mutsuki was still thankful. In just her bra and spats after he had
teased her body so much, he had difficulty knowing where to look.
The problem was Machina and how her state of dress made it difficult to
know where to look.
“Here.”
“Yeah, you wouldn’t want it to get
wrinkled. I’ll take that.”
She unhooked her own skirt and passed it to
Ange.
Her cute striped cotton panties were
exposed. The boy averted his gaze at that point, but then she removed her
uniform’s ribbon and began unbuttoning it.
“An…ge. What’s going on?”
The girl he was interested in…no, that he
had a crush on had suddenly started baring her skin, so he sought help from his
roommate while sweating.
“To make up for seeing me in such an
embarrassing situation, we’re doing the reverse now.”
Ange sat on the corner of her desk, put on
her usual lopsided frown, and stuck her chin out. Machina obeyed the haughty
instruction by sitting on the bed.
“I get to see her in an embarrassing
situation. You’re just a tool. Do to her what you did to me.”
“What!?” Mutsuki raised his voice without
meaning to. “Wh-what are you talking about? What possible purpose-…”
“Do it.”
He tried to argue back, but she immediately
rejected it. Just fifteen minutes earlier, she had been shedding tears of pleasure
in his hands, but the intense light in her eyes overpowered him and he looked
away.
“Um…but I can’t. Ibekusa-san would get
mad.”
“I do not mind.”
He searched for a new way out, but he found
the girl opening the front of her uniform.
“Wow.”
“Wow.”
Both Mutsuki and Ange were shocked by the
contents of her opened blazer.
Mutsuki suddenly remembered that Kurikara
Saya, the girl in the class with the least delicacy, had seen Machina changing
for PE and told the rest of the class the girl was “quite large”.
But “quite” did not cover it. “Very” or
even “incredibly” would better describe the volume before his eyes.
“This is my responsibility for entering
without permission. I will make up for that.”
She did not hesitate to unhook the back of
her bra, which almost shot off of her from the weight it had been holding back.
“You look…a lot skinnier with your clothes
on.”
Ange had been the one to insist the girl
stripped, but she was shocked by this unexpected size. Her cheeks grew red from
embarrassment and her displeased look returned as soon as she compared them to
her own. But…
“C’mon, Mutsuki. Guys like this kind of
thing, don’t they? Then this is a good deal for you.”
She used her chin to tell him to get going.
“D-don’t be ridiculous. This is wrong. How
can you call this a good deal?”
Squish.
(W-wow. They really are heavy.)
Mutsuki was fully aware he was scum for
doing this, but that self-hatred vanished as soon as his fingers sank into that
white flesh like it was a swamp.
He could feel the weight pressing down on
his hands. He had wiped the oil from his hands, but her skin still felt damp
and sticky. It was as soft as pudding, yet it had an intense elasticity that pushed back at his fingers like springs.
He had no real preference in size, but even
he was a slave to these breasts.
She had narrow shoulders, yet they smoothly
swelled out in beautiful bowl shapes. When he touched them, he found them to be
the perfect level of soft yet also vibrantly elastic. They were too large to
fit in his hands either way, but he judged by eye that these were a size bigger
than Micha’s which were voluptuous enough already. And yet Machina was more
than ten centimeters shorter.
The comfortable weight seemed to fill
Mutsuki with pleasure. With his fingers digging into them, he moved his hands
in large circles to fondle those great masses.
“Nn…”
Machina had remained expressionless even as
he grabbed them, but her eyebrows briefly twisted now.
Then, her cheeks flushed with
embarrassment. Her skin was a milky white, so the red noticeably stood out.
She sat on the bed facing Mutsuki, so he
barely had to lift his gaze to see her expression. He gave a cautious glance
but immediately looked away when their eyes almost met.
(Ibekusa-san… This is Ibekusa Machina-san.)
That thought alone nearly set his mind
boiling.
He had been interested in this classmate
since spring. He had tried to talk to her even if just once, but he had failed
every single morning.
It was too much for him to suddenly have
her half-naked to do with as he pleased.
(I’m touching Ibekusa-san’s breasts.)
A tremor of nerves passed through his
fingers and jiggled her breasts a little.
He looked up, wanting to see her face
again. He realized he had seen her in profile a lot since she sat next to him,
but he had not looked at her head on very often. And it was a first from this
close.
“…”
(She’s beautiful.)
He felt her allure was in her eyes. The
doll-like perfection of her face was part of it, but his mind always came back
to the elusive half-lidded look of her eyes. Her transparent eyes looked like a
single drop of water on a pure sheet of ice.
It was love at first sight, just as it had
been during the spring.
He felt like her deep eyes were sucking him
in.
“So you hide those giant tits of yours,
huh? Honestly, Mutsuki, you sure look a lot happier than with me…ah.”
Ange had put on her lopsided frown in
annoyance, but then her eyes widened.
Mutsuki was snapped back to his senses by
that third party’s voice.
(Huh? What am I doing?)
He felt a wonderful softness pressing
against his lips. A sour and somewhat sweet scent of apples tickled his nose.
Machina gently closed her eyes from so
close their noses touched.
“~~ Fwah! I-I’m sorry, Ibekusa-san! Um…I
didn’t mean to do that…”
He frantically pulled back his face.
The smacking sound was enough to know he had
stolen her lips with unexpected strength. Ange’s eyes were opened wide off to
the side.
He had promised to only touch her breasts,
so he tensed up in fear.
“…?”
But Machina seemed confused that he had
stopped.
“I do not mind.”
She placed a finger on his lips.
“Your lips…were not unpleasant.”
She stared straight at him with
unreflecting eyes as transparent as the sky.
Mutsuki felt like he could see what lay
beyond them, so he reflexively placed a finger on her mouth as well.
They began teasing each other’s lips.
(Ibekusa-san’s…lips…)
“Um…”
Before Ange could say anything, their lips
pressed together again.
Mutsuki’s momentum pushed Machina back onto
her butt, so he reached a hand behind her head to powerfully pull her close and
deepen their kiss.
“Wait, you two…”
The third party’s voice no longer reached
them.
When he brought her pleasant smelling pink
lip into his mouth and sucked on it, Machina vacantly closed her eyes again.
She then wrapped her arms around his neck with the familiarity of lovers with
years of experience. They seemed to be creating their own private world.
“Your mouth smells like apples.”
After moving a bit away, he poked at her
cherry blossom petal shaped lips with his tongue and licked off the overflowing
saliva. The girl let him without opening her eyes.
“I want to eat more of you.”
“…Ah.”
They said little, but she opened her mouth
as if their hearts were connected.
While realizing this was his first time to
be the one doing it, he gently stuck his tongue inside.
Her mouth was soft and warm. The plentiful
saliva that wrapped around his invading tongue left the greatest impression. It
ever so slightly smelled of apples.
(Her mouth is delicious. …Ah.)
As he started growing dizzy from the sweet
aroma of her saliva, he found her tongue at the bottom.
When he gently teased it, she quickly
realized what he wanted and stuck it out. He did not hesitate to lick all over
it. The air caught below her tongue made obscene noises.
(Her tongue…is so sticky and cute.)
Their sticky tongues pressed against each
other for a while as he tasted her mouth.
(Um, you do it like this, right?)
“Nfhn…”
He deepened the kiss further.
He poked at the tip of her tongue with
quick vibrato movements and sucked at the base without warning. His clever
mouth caress led Machina to blow air from her nose.
(This is turning her on. So next I should
do…this.)
He focused on tickling just the base. That
was enough for her eyebrows to twist and her closed eyelids to twitch.
But Mutsuki was only getting started. He
slowly licked up to the tip…or pretended to. Halfway up her tongue, he moved to
her teeth and gums where he started tickling and poking at her.
“Nnah…”
Machina cried out in irritation.
After plenty of teasing, he wrapped his
tongue around hers and powerfully sucked at it. That was enough for her slender
spine to react. Her large breasts bounced from the movement and the pink tips
stood erect.
Mutsuki had learned both techniques from
Lucia. He was not sure he had perfectly copied the tongue technique that had charmed
a fellow boy, but he did know the girl’s breathing had quickened.
(And next…♪)
He pressed the bottom of his tongue below
her tongue and slowly stroked it back and forth.
This was a technique Micha had taught him.
That was the most ticklish spot of the mouth and this was the best method of bringing
pleasure there. As he rubbed that erogenous zone, saliva began dripping from
her mouth like love juices from a vagina.
He sucked it in and tried swallowing it. It
also had a hint of apple juice flavor.
“…Hh…”
The girl barely reacted. Even as he
caressed her sticky mouth and sucked in her overflowing saliva, no displeasure
or embarrassment appeared on her face. She was just as doll-like as in the
classroom.
But…
“Fujita…-kun.”
She opened her eyes a little.
Warm tears floated in her icy eyes as heat
filled the corners.
She had not told him anything, but he still
gently let his own saliva flow gently into her mouth.
“…Ah…♡”
She swallowed it all as if it were the most
natural thing to do.
The sounds of rain and distant thunder
could be heard from outside. It was still evening, but thick clouds covered the
sky and the room was incredibly dark without the lights on.
Mutsuki and Machina exchanged tongues as if
trying to dissolve them in each other’s mouths.
“Um… You two?”
This had only been a game to hide her own
embarrassment, but at some point, the other two had gotten serious. Ange tried
to interject, but…
“Ibekusa-san, your body is so sexual.”
“…~~”
“Ah ha ha. Sorry, but it really is
wonderful.”
Her voice did not reach them.
As he attacked the girl’s mouth to the
point of swapping out all of her saliva with his own, Mutsuki’s hands returned
to her breasts. He traced his hands along their outlines and kneaded them.
Machina’s body had enough feminine curves
to charm even another girl like Ange. To enjoy those lines, Mutsuki’s fingers
traced down to her navel. But they suddenly moved back up and pinched her
nipples that looked like freshly-bloomed cherry blossoms.
(He…really is lewd.)
Watching was enough to be infected by the
obscene atmosphere, so the angel started fidgeting her hips without noticing.
Rubbing her thighs together, pulled the
plump flesh of her butt to either side and let the corner of the desk in
between. She frantically started to lift her hips, but…
“I’m going to touch you, okay?”
Mutsuki’s hand moved even further down than
Machina’s navel.
Ange relaxed her legs and pressed her hips
against the corner.
“Nnah…”
Mutsuki wrapped his hand around the warm
mound he could feel through her striped panties.
A low cry escaped the girl’s lips.
Ibekusa Machina tended to remain silent, so
hearing her voice at all was a rare treat. He had always liked its beautiful
bell-like quality, but when a sensual tone was mixed in, it was enough to
stimulate his male instincts. Mutsuki could not help but suck at her lips even
more. He could not find a good time to stop kissing her.
(Ibekusa-san… This is Ibekusa-san. I’m
doing…this…with Ibekusa Machina-san…)
He was kissing her and petting her
half-naked body.
“Nn…nnnn.”
He had always thought this classmate was
beyond his reach, but they were now kissing like lovers.
Her curly hair always looked messy even
when it had been well brushed, her white skin looked like it was made from a
film of pale milk, and her scent was sweeter than Ange’s and sourer than Micha’s.
He loved everything about her. He
thoroughly groped the honey field he had in his grasp. The elastic mound softly
swelled further in his hand.
“Kfah… Hah… Nn… Fujita…-kun.”
(Her voice is so sexual now.)
He had attacked her lips with the tongue
techniques of an angel and a demon, he had attacked her breasts with the
technique that had left an adult like Micha and a child like Ange dizzy, and
now he teased her crotch with the thoroughness of a loving parent. The
beautiful girl was as horny as she was ever going to be.
Her usual lack of reaction made her arousal
all the more obvious when her cheeks grew flushed, her breathing grew heavy,
and she occasionally let out quiet moans.
The more of his saliva she swallowed, the
more obedient she grew. She had initially closed her legs in embarrassment, but
they were now spread to welcome him in.
(The surrounding flesh is so soft… and her
butt is really warm.)
He gently rubbed the hidden lips that grew
obscenely visible through her panties when she spread her thighs. That was
enough for Machina to sensitively furrow her brow and wrap her soft tongue
around his in place of words.
The hills of her butt were just as ideally
large as her bust. Seductively tight thighs were located at the base of the
lovely legs extending from her perfectly slender hips. Her deep gray socks
covered her tight calves. Every part of her body was perfect.
And that body grew more flushed with every
movement of his arm and of his fingertips. An embarrassing stain grew on her
panties.
(I want her.)
His heart was dyed by a dark desire that
kept appearing and disappearing within him.
(I want to make Ibekusa-san mine.)
His hesitation and conscious shook his
heart, but he was fixated on that one point.
And in that instant…
“…!”
Ange’s shoulders gave a jerk as she watched
from behind.
“…Can I?”
But Mutsuki ignored the other girl, moved
his hands behind Machina’s beautiful hips, and grabbed the cloth in his way.
The girl still said nothing, but she did
move her hands behind her and lifted up her hips. This was less of a “you can”
and more of a “please do”.
He slowly slid down the panties while
continuing to kiss her. The sweat-soaked nylon striped panties stuck to her
skin. He almost had to roll them down and, as he did, a single line of sticky
liquid formed a bridge between the fabric and her virgin flesh.
“You’re so wet. I’m glad you got this horny
for me.”
He rubbed her porcelain-smooth butt and
dazzlingly tight thighs as he whispered in her ear.
She must have been embarrassed because her
cheeks reddened and she looked to the side.
But she still spread her legs with her knees
up in an M-shape. Mutsuki only had to lower his gaze a little to see the most
precious part of her body.
Her nectar-covered flesh was a lot
different from Micha’s in more than just the skin color. His thorough petting
had left her incredibly wet, but the outer flower petals were still closed.
When he gently spread them with his fingers
and peered inside, he found the same pink flesh as with Micha, but the shape
was different. The folds hid the vagina like they were forming a lid.
“…Ibekusa-san.”
Looking at it was enough to fill him with
excitement. His mind went blank.
He could not go any further. This was only
a game. It was only meant to satisfy Ange, so even kissing her and removing her
panties had been going too far. It should have been over after he touched her
breasts a little. And yet…
He unzipped his pants and pulled out his
hard, erect object. He had not cleaned up after cumming earlier, so the smell
of the dried milky substance wafted from his boxers.
(I’ll make her mine.)
As if to convey his desire, he rubbed the
hard thing against her knees and thighs.
“…~?”
As Mutsuki gave into his dark desires, Ange
reacted before Machina did. As she watched on, she felt an almost painful
throbbing running through the center of her skin. Both of her hands were
holding the spot pressed against the corner of the desk.
“What is this? The Serpent’s Eye? …No, it
isn’t open.”
“…”
Machina’s usually narrowed eyes briefly
widened in surprise at the exposed penis, but…
“Be…”
She lay back on the bed with her legs still
spread.
“Be…gentle.”
A nearby lightning strike shook the
apartment window with its thunderclap.
The boy leaned over the girl and carefully pressed
his weight on the point of insertion.
He had tried a few different positions with
Micha and missionary had been one of them, but he was still nervous. His
classmate’s interior was surprisingly tight and he felt like he would break the
walls if he forced it inside. He used the plentiful wetness to slowly deepen
their bond.
Micha’s had felt like an infinitely-deep and
muddy swamp, but Machina’s truly was a tunnel of flesh with a comfortable
elasticity to it.
It resisted him with the writhing movements
of a living creature, but he could feel himself forcibly expanding it. And…
“Ah…ahhh…”
The painful tones escaping his silent
classmate fanned the flames of Mutsuki’s animalistic side.
He slowly moved his hips forward and back,
wringing further lubricant from the delicate structure.
As his tip slid
forward, it would further pry open her sensitive flesh.
(Wow… Am I dreaming? I’m having…)
He was so moved by the situation that he
very nearly came from that alone, so he gathered his strength to hold back.
(I’m having sex with Ibekusa-san. …Hm?)
He felt like something struck the head
buried inside her. At the same time, Machina’s body gave a sharp jerk from the
deepest point of her slender waist.
Dense as he was, Mutsuki initially thought
he had imagined it, but when he moved his hips further in, he felt something
tearing. And with each movement, the soft swellings of her breasts would bounce
and her mature hipline would wriggle. Only then did he catch on.
“Ibekusa-san, you mean…?”
“…”
She nodded.
His experience was based on Micha, so he
had completely overlooked this possibility. This girl had the most developed
body in their class, but she was still his age.
“S-sorry. I, um…”
“This is not a problem.”
The girl wrapped her arms around the boy’s
neck as he panicked.
“If you are…gentle, then this is not a
problem.”
Her tone was as unconcerned as ever.
Even inside her holy ground, the melting
folds of flesh contracted and wrapped around the swollen invader as if guiding
it deeper inside.
There was no way he could run away now. No
man would pull out here. Mutsuki’s only option was to make her deflowering as
nice a memory as he could.
He wrapped his arms around her back. He
could feel the head swelling out further as it slid further down the delicate
pathway of flesh.
“Ibekusa-san.”
Would it be pathetic to say “thank you”? Instead,
he stroked her curly hair and finished penetrating her down to the base.
He then bent his upper body downward so the
two of them lay on the bed together. He embraced the vibrant aroma of a young
girl with an active metabolism. To reduce the shock of her deflowering as much
as possible, he stuck his tongue in the mouth he had already developed into an
erogenous zone and he rubbed her hardened nipples.
Painful sighs occasionally escaped her
covered lips.
(She feels completely different from
Micha-san. Oh, she twitches inside when I squeeze her nipples.)
This felt different from when he had lost
his virginity. He enjoyed how the youthful internal flesh sucked at him, how
warm the sticky fluids were, and how a wave of convulsions would occasionally
leave her womb and pass through her tightened flesh.
Suddenly, he noticed something different.
(Um, this is her cervix, isn’t it? And…)
As the head hit the donut-shaped flesh, it
felt like raw rubber. That he recognized, but…
“Fwah!”
He only moved his hips a little, but she
cried out louder than ever before.
The boy now wanted to check on this all the
more, so he lifted his hips again and again. It was simply a thrusting motion.
It was nothing special and he only slid his erection up and down inside her,
but…
“Gh! Kh! ~~~!”
Each time, her eyes opened wide.
He felt a bumpy area on the navel-side of
her vagina. When he pressed his penis into it, the head seemed to fit in
perfectly.
This was the lewdest part of the female
body that he had only occasionally scraped against with Micha.
In Machina’s body, it sucked at his penis
as if returning the favor. It seemed to be measuring his length and girth.
(Does this mean…we’re a perfect match?)
“Ah…wah. …Ahn…ahn.”
Every slight movement kept a constant
stream of moan’s coming from the usually silent girl.
Filled with excitement, Mutsuki gave more
momentum to his flesh pillar.
The penis dug in so perfectly that his each
and every move stimulated that spot of sexual pleasure. Machina’s usual
expressionless look crumbled and her melting face began to sob.
“Ibekusa-san, does this feel good?”
“Ah…nn… Meany.”
“Good. Then I’ll make you feel even
better.”
He wanted to see her even further lost in
pleasure, so he rubbed his rod against her weak point.
She bit her lip in embarrassment to quiet
her moans. But even if she could bear with the pleasure, she could not hold
back the instinctual womanly bliss coming from her cervix. The moans overflowed
from her lips no matter how hard she tried.
Her legs in black socks wrapped around the
boy’s waist and crossed behind him.
(She’s so cute. …O-oh, no.)
Mutsuki’s face grew red as well.
Even after Lucia milked him and he
self-destructed with Ange, a new sexual torrent was recharging at the base of
his penis.
The rest was simple. His beautiful crush
held their bodies together and writhed about with her large breasts bouncing
all the while. One look at the blatant pleasure on her normally composed and
expressionless face was almost enough to make him cum.
At some point, the girl had even started
rolling her slender hips a bit.
“…Hh…nn…uhn…”
No matter how much she suppressed her
embarrassing moans, the ecstasy covering her face was impossible to hide. She
lifted her hips as if performing a bridge to actively rub her constricting
nectar flesh against Mutsuki’s penis.
“Nn, Ibekusa-san, you like having your
deepest parts teased, don’t you?’
“Don’t…say it.”
She bent her eyebrows in blissful agony,
but did not have it in her to lie and simply nodded. She nodded clearly enough
that her bouncing breasts hit her chin.
“…”
The boy’s dam crumbled at that admission.
“I-I’m going to cum… Can I? Can I cum
inside?”
He whispered something so bold not even he
could believe it.
“I want to cum inside you. I want to fill
you with my semen.”
Even as his mind grew foggy with the
pleasure of his approaching ejaculation, he was not just saying that.
He wanted to climax inside her. He wanted
to dye her womb and the inside of her body in his color.
“…~~”
Surprisingly, she nodded without even
having to think about it.
In fact, she gave an intoxicated look at
the thought of him conquering every nook and cranny of her vagina and even her
womb.
“Please…”
Her vagina squeezed down along the entire
shaft and head.
“Please…cum inside me.”
“~~!”
The waves of release traced along the
nerves of his lower body, he felt pleasure like every pore on his body was
opening, and he trembled like an excited horse.
She lifted her vagina toward him and he
thrust his penis inside even harder than before. It was enough to distort the
shape of her donut-like cervix.
“~~~ Ahh… So deep…”
The shock was enough for the girl’s entire
body to jerk. Her milk-colored bust gave a large bounce a short moment later.
Her nectar field spewed out syrup like someone was scooping it out with a spoon
and the folds of her vagina gave a new reaction. They stopped swelling out
sideways and instead sucked the invading object upwards.
“Ah… Ibekusa-san… You’re…amazing inside…”
“Ah, ah, nn… Fhah… Hur…ry…”
Wrapped in her reacting vagina, his penis
and his entire lower body felt so good he thought they would melt. The fleshy
organ swelled out further and the enlarged flesh plunged even deeper into her
womanhood.
He would press in on the cervix when he thrust
in and the thick head would rub against her sensitive spot when he pulled out
That vortex of double sexuality travelled
up and down her crotch. Her pleasure grew with each excavation and her sweaty
breasts bounced endlessly.
“Hurry… Give it to me.”
She begged him with her hoarse voice.
“Hurry… Fill me…with your…”
“—————!”
Just as his erection swelled to its limit,
her nectar flesh tightened to its limit.
The male organ and the female flesh pressed
so tightly together they seemed to become a single entity. The borderline
between them vanished. Boy and girl became one at the point of penetration.
“~~~~~~Nnah!”
“!”
As his lips sought another kiss, Mutsuki
reached his limit. Their lips met as his pulsating organ filled her womb with
its milky liquid.
“Kfh…hh…~~~”
As the torrent struck the sensitive back of
her womb, the girl obscenely wriggled her slender hips at the approaching
orgasm.
Machina rarely showed emotion, but the
pleasure enveloping her was even more obvious than with a normal girl. Her
normally expressionless form was dyed with seductive joy as convulsions rose
from her womb, were amplified by the wonderful size of her bust, and shook
those bowl-like objects so much they nearly lost their shape.
“Ah… Kh, Ibekusa-san.”
“…Fujita…-kun.”
They exchanged a kiss in a world where they
could only see each other.
Neither of them noticed Ange collapse to
the floor behind them as her knees gave out.
Machina brushed back her hair that had
grown soft from sweat and she crawled over to bury her face in the boy’s
crotch.
Her tongue crawled across his rod that was
showing signs of wilting after pumping three straight loads into her womb.
She had initially grimaced at her own
fluids covering it, but when she saw the delighted look on Mutsuki’s face, she
stroked her extended tongue along the shaft.
“Wah, hah. That feels good. Ah, hah. It
tickles.”
“Mfh… Nnn, ahn.”
Machina’s mouth contained plenty of saliva,
so a quick lick was enough to form beads of dew that made his rod shine wetly.
After coating it with her saliva, she made smaller strokes like a kitten which
tickled more than it felt good.
Not only had he felt compatibility down to
the bottom of their hearts as he had sex with his crush, but now she was orally
pleasuring him. Mutsuki felt like he was dreaming.
He sat on the bed with his legs stretched
out and she had crawled over to bring her head in from the side.
Her back was hunched over, so he only had to
reach over to scoop up her bouncing breasts or stretch a little further to
reach her hips. She had not fixed her clothes, so she was only wearing her
shirt and socks. His fingertips easily slipped between her hips.
“Kfhn, nn, nnn.”
Machina still said very little, but she had
started moaning much more easily in this short period of time.
Mutsuki grabbed and groped her plump butt
and reached a finger toward the alluring region in the center. He traced a
finger across the nice indentation of the puckered opening that felt warm to
the touch.
She had allowed him her body, but she still
looked troubled as he teased her asshole. But an intoxicated look finally
filled her eyes and she returned the erection to her mouth. Her cheeks
tightened onto it and her tongue wrapped stickily around it.
“Wah… Y-you don’t have to blow me that lewdly.”
“Nfh…nnm…”
As if to say it was his fault, she jerked
her chin around to pleasure his erection with her entire head.
She sometimes started to choke when she
brought it too deep into her throat and she was less skilled than Micha, but
she made up for inexperience with passion. She was clearly falling into a state
of ecstasy as he teased her anus. A longing wetness filed her eyes as she
sucked the almost bluish-red penis.
“Ah ha ha. Ibekusa-san.”
He wanted to see her face some more, so he
used his other hand to brush back her hair and called her name.
She looked blankly up at him. Her eyes were
narrowed as always, so she looked like a sleepy kitten.
Not only was she cute, but he was speaking
with Ibekusa Machina like they were lovers.
(She belongs to me.)
A dark elation filled him.
He had felt this emotion a few times
already: when he had become one with Machina, when he had kissed her, and when
he had decided to go on the attack with Ange.
In fact, this emotion had taken root
somewhere in his heart ever since the Serpent’s Eye had first opened three
weeks before.
“…Ah, ah…”
Suddenly, he heard a weak cry behind him.
He looked back to find Ange crouched on the
floor.
Her legs were turned to the side and she
sat on top of them.
And she was rubbing her butt against her
left heel.
“…”
Mutsuki wordlessly reached out a hand. He
bent his upper body a little to show her his left thigh. With Machina leaning
in from the right, that spot was free.
The girl crawled across the floor like she
was hypnotized and leaned onto that spot. Beyond her fluttering red hair, her
wet blue eyes were unfocused. And her indistinct gaze was focused on a single
point: the object buried down to the base in their classmate’s mouth.
“Nn…ph.”
“…Thank you.”
After the other girl removed her mouth,
Ange closed her vacant eyes and kissed the erect, dark-red head as if she had
no choice.
The angel’s lips were thinner than
Machina’s and felt more sticky and raw than they did soft. The sensation shook
Mutsuki’s heart.
(Yes, both of them…)
Machina began licking the base and his
balls. She had no real knowledge of this, so Ange simply gave quick but
passionate licks to the urethral opening and the underside of the shaft. Their
normally intelligent and dignified expressions were completely forgotten as
they mindlessly sucked at it like sister kittens indulging in catnip.
“God
is the only perfect being in this world. And…”
Lucia’s words replayed in his mind.
“That
god was the one that gave you your power.”
“Kyah…”
The sixth eruption that day burst onto Ange’s
face.
White lines were drawn through the air like
tracer rounds as the hot liquid spewed again and again from the swollen head.
The girl quickly closed her eyes, but she forgot to move out of the way and everything
from her cheeks to her lovely red hair was dirtied. Despite how many times he
had already cum, he produced plenty of semen. The amount that trailed down the
bottom of his penis dripped onto Machina’s face for the first ejaculation to
reach her anywhere but in the womb.
The pleasure alone had weakened after so
many times, so the boy watched the scene in a pleasant daze. Without aiming the
tip away, he watched as his own bodily fluid dirtied the two girl’s faces.
(Both of them are mine…)
And that dark emotion filled him all the while.
Thanks for update
ReplyDeleteThanks for the chapter!
ReplyDeleteI always love stories where otherwise expressionless girls get conquered and sound out lusty enjoyment. I don't know, it just seems really hot to me.
Everyone's satisfied to some degree. Now, how long until they make a three/foursome?
ReplyDeleteThanks for the chapter!
ReplyDeleteThank you
ReplyDeleteThxs for the chapter.
ReplyDeletehot damn man
ReplyDeletehot damn man
ReplyDeleteSigh~ Even hentai logic is getting stretched here...and I am kinda wanting a bit more story between our boy MUTTLEY...I mean Mutsuki...porking absolutely anything with a heartbeat?
ReplyDeleteNever thought I'd be complaining about TOO MANY SEX SCENES? But it's like they say: "Too much sauce spoils the food!" Y'know?
PS. And you don't get to shoot off in another guy's mouth and claim it's not gay cos you were looking at a girl at the time either - Hentai logic DENIED! LOL