Harem Fighter: Chapter 4 - Dense Girl

“Um…am I imagining things or is Theresa, that songstress from the Bright Blossom, going out with Maddock?”

Cloche hesitantly made the suggestion at the Thunder Gauntlets’ customary dinner.

“…”

The mercenary woman looked shocked at first, but they soon started laughing.

“That’s quite a bold accusation.” Elienne stopped eating and turned a serious expression toward the new trainee mercenary. “The Bright Blossom isn’t an inn on the outskirts of the city. It’s one of the nicest brothels in Aria. A songstress who works there will cost a lot of money. She wouldn’t give a bandit boss the time of day.”

She would be the lover of a man with a lot more money and power. It was absurd to think she would be going out with a wanted criminal.

“But, well, she’s a perfect match for the kind of woman Maddock says he likes.”

When the bandits had attacked the village of Luca, they had said Maddock’s woman was a songstress and the lookout at the cave the other day had said Maddock frequented a high-quality brothel.

After seeing Theresa when Katrina brought him to the Bright Blossom the other day, he had started to wonder if she might be “Maddock’s woman”.

It was pure intuition. And intuition built on very shaky ground since Theresa was the only songstress he had ever seen.

“Hm.”

Elienne groaned in thought, but she was more interested in finding a way to reject the idea without hurting Cloche’s feelings than in seriously considering it.

When he realized that, he quickly made another suggestion.

“I was thinking I could gather some intel on my own. I haven’t been spending any of my money, so I could start going to the Bright Blossom.”

Elienne scratched at her hair.

“You idiot. Do you have any idea how much a visit to the red-light district costs? Your pay is nowhere near enough for a place that nice.”

Katrina must have felt bad seeing him hang his head at his beloved captain’s rebuke because she gave him some help.

“The captain is correct in general, but logic doesn’t always apply in matters of the heart. There is always a chance Cloche is right.”

The other young woman got to work trying to convince their captain too.

“Or he might be threatening her into it somehow.”

“Maddock has the biggest bounty in the region, so it wouldn’t hurt to check up on even the smallest lead.”

They probably did think Cloche had a point, but it may have also had to do with how much they adored him.

“Hm. If you all say so.” Elienne held her chin and actually considered it this time. “But it would be a major scandal for a popular performer like her to have bandit connections. She could even be kicked out of the brothel. I doubt we would get any honest information if we asked around, but we can’t start tailing the songstress without any material evidence either.”

If they did that, they would receive backlash from throughout the city. And mercenaries were as reliant on reputation as songstresses.

“Then our only option is to use Cloche’s plan and try to catch them meeting together at the brothel,” said the lieutenant. “Men tend to rely on women when they’re in trouble, so if Maddock is going out with Theresa, there is a good chance they will meet soon.”

“You have a point, but we would have a hard time getting into the brothel,” bitterly replied the captain.

Even if this was a classy one, it was still a place for rich men to have some fun. The young women here would stick out like a sore thumb.

But they couldn’t disguise themselves as sex workers or waitresses either.

While the mercenary women were all young and beautiful, their muscular builds gave them a different sort of beauty from those so-called ladies of the night.

“I have an idea.”

“Tell me.”

On the captain’s insistence, the lieutenant made a shocking suggestion with a mischievous grin.

“We dress Cloche up as a boy and send her to the Bright Blossom♪”

“What!?”
Even the captain was left speechless by this one. Cloche was too, of course.

He had been pretending to be a girl, but he hadn’t actually been crossdressing. He looked enough like a girl in whatever he wore.

So how was he supposed to “dress as a boy”?

The elegant lieutenant elaborated on her plan for the confused group.

“A boy wouldn’t rouse suspicion at a brothel. I bet I could get her working washing dishes in the back.”

“But people would realize she’s a girl.”

Elienne could not hide her shock at this bold plan, but Katrina remained confident.

“Oh, I have an inkling Cloche could pass as a boy.”

Of course he could. He really was a boy, so he would be telling the truth.

“How about it, Cloche? Feel like giving it a try?”

He couldn’t hide his confusion when she winked at him, but he gradually realized what she was saying. He tended to see her as the quintessential wicked woman, but she looked like an angel at the moment.

“Um, yes. I’ll do it. Please let me do it.”

Elienne carefully observed the joyous new mercenary.

“Now that you mention it, Cloche would make a convincing boy.” For some reason, she briefly blushed before clearing her throat and shaking her head. “But she is inexperienced and has a personal grudge against Maddock. That will affect her judgment. I can’t possibly send her on a mission like this.”

“Personal grudges can also help people draw on untapped reserves of strength. Also, who knows what she will do if we don’t give her something to do.”

“I’m not sure myself!” he announced at the lieutenant’s prodding.

The captain’s eyes widened and then she sighed in an exasperation.

“We at least need to make sure she is ready.”

“I will complete any training you give me,” he assured her with a big smile. Then Reese eagerly raised her hand.

“Ooh, ooh! I want to go undercover too!”

“That is not happening.”

Katrina immediately shot down that idea and Elienne agreed.

“Your personality isn’t suited for undercover work. Everyone has their strengths and their weaknesses. Your bright personality helps keep us calm and improves morale, but you couldn’t hide who you are to save your life.”

Reese was a boyish girl, but she could never pass as an actual boy. She was only a girl with some boyish qualities.

“Fine…”

She knew they were right and obediently withdrew her offer. She did puff out her cheeks and kick her legs in protest, though.

The next day, Katrina took Cloche to a fancy clothing store, bought him the latest fashion, and got his hair trimmed at a barbershop. He changed in the second floor of the office and descended to the living room.

The mercenary women gathered around to get a look and then gasped at what they saw.

He had a sharp haircut and he wore a black jacket, black pants, and a white dress shirt. He even wore a red sash belt around his waist, so he looked just like a boy working in the red-light district.

If he were introduced as some rich bourgeoise wife’s boytoy, they would have believed it.

“Wowwwww!” shouted Reese, eyes wide. “You look just like a Prince Charming. I might fall in love with you if I didn’t know you were a girl!”

(But I’m not a girl…)

He felt like they were teasing him and wasn’t sure how to respond, so he blushed and lowered his head.

The bashful behavior gave him the kind of sex appeal that would get a certain type of woman’s womb throbbing.

“There’s no better bait for a woman than a handsome boy. I just know this will work♪”

Katrina strutted in like this was entirely her accomplishment and the other mercenaries had to back down.

“It certainly is incredible. I can see her getting into the Theresa’s panties in record time.”

“If a boy like this came up and smiled my way, I’d drop my panties right then and there. And I’d ask him to use me as his fucktoy♪”

“Cloche, don’t get too friendly with the women at the brothel. They’ll drag you into bed.”

An archer woman, a swordswoman, and a throwing knife woman hugged him from three sides, burying his entire head in their large breasts.

(Ugh…but my dick has already been inside their pussies several times.)

He felt bad not being able to tell them, but then Elienne stepped in front of him and narrowed her eyes.

“She does make a handsome boy. This might just work.”

Even if she was just being polite, he was delighted to get the captain’s seal of approval.

(Does she like boys who look like this? But I thought she didn’t like men. But she doesn’t like women either.)

He wasn’t sure what he had to do to get Elienne to like him.

“But don’t do anything reckless, okay?” Elienne was terribly worried about sending a new mercenary into possible enemy territory alone, so she cautioned him with an uneasy look. “After Luca and our mountain hunts, Maddock has lost a lot of his men. But we have only managed to hunt down the small fries. They were probably only the lowest level of his group. We should assume the central members are all still alive, so we can’t let our guard down.”

“Understood. I will do my best.”

His response only deepened the anxiety on her face.

She could tell all too well that he was going to do something reckless.

Regardless, Cloche found himself in the unusual position of being a boy pretending to be a girl pretending to be a boy.

Katrina set things up so he would work at the Bright Blossom as a waiter.

They had agreed after seeing how well she had dressed him up.

He grew more and more impressed at her foresight while he worked.

The brothel workers were very different from the mercenaries. They were professional sex workers. Even if he had been disguised as the prettiest girl, they would have realized he was a boy right away.

And even if they hadn’t, a girl would normally be trained as a future moneymaker at the brothel. The customers and other workers would have found it suspicious for a good-looking girl to be working as a waiter.

While he was working, the songstress in question stepped up onto the stage to thunderous applause.

She had bright blonde hair, a curvy body, and a sensual singing voice. Her makeup and perfume helped accentuate her sex appeal.

He had trouble judging her age. She seemed young enough to be in her 20s, but she also had a maturity that made him wonder if she was in her 40s.

(Hm, her boobs might be even bigger than Katrina’s.)

The most popular songstress and a part-time waiter were treated entirely differently, but he still had a chance to contact her since they worked in the same place.

He tried speaking to her when he handed her the chilled mead she liked.

“E-excuse me…Miss Theresa? I’m a big fan of yours. I got a job here just so I could hear you sing.”

She turned to him in slight surprise, but then smiled alluringly.

“Really? Then work hard, my cute boy♪”

Her sweet voice seemed to envelop him while she left with her mature hips wiggling side to side.

(She certainly is attractive.)

She wasn’t the city’s #1 songstress for nothing. All the men in town had to be in love with her.

(But I don’t like how flirty she is.)

His ideal woman was Elienne. Theresa felt like the exact opposite kind of woman.

(The captain, the lieutenant, Reese, and the others don’t seem to care what men think of them. They’re so much more brave and wonderful.)

He had rediscovered why he loved the mercenary women so much, but he had also made sure the brothel knew he was infatuated with Theresa.

 

“Tahhh! Tahhh! Taryahhh!”

A girl’s energetic shouts echoed from the mountains overlooking Aria.

Cloche had started working part-time at the Bright Blossom, but that was busiest at dinner time and he lived as a mercenary outside of that.

In fact, he knew he had been asking a lot to start working at the brothel, so he made sure to redouble his efforts on his mercenary work.

He washed dishes, did laundry, cleaned the office, and trained to be a proper mercenary as soon as possible.

Since Reese was about his age, they saw each other as rivals and tended to train together.

They often went into the mountains just outside of town to train.

“Damn. I lost again!”

Cloche’s skill was increasing rapidly and he could already spar evenly with Reese.

He would win about 1 in 3 sparring matches. The girl was a sore loser, so she hated this new turn of events.

“Pant, pant. You’ve really gotten stronger, Clo.”

When they were finished training, Reese collapsed back onto the grass and groaned in frustration.

His victories mostly came from his greater strength as a boy, so he felt bad about hiding his sex when he saw how exhausted and frustrated she was.

He sat down alongside her.

“Not really. It was your help that got me fighting even halfway decently.”

The grassy air smelled so nice after a good workout.

He looked down at Aria below them and then turned toward Reese. She was blushing and looking up at him, but she quickly looked away when she saw him looking.

“Hm? Do you need something?”

She had been acting weirdly ever since he had started “dressing up as a boy”.

“Well, um…how should I put it?”

After some fluster, she made a point of not looking at him while scratching her right cheek with her index finger and making an embarrassed excuse.

“I was just noticing how pretty you are, Clo. I mean, I know you’re a girl, but, um, you look weirdly handsome at times and it’s kind of distracting. When I see you up close, it makes my heart pound.”

He wasn’t sure how to respond to this.

“I see. Well, um…sorry?”

“No, don’t apologize. Ah ha ha. This is just me being weird.”

Her appearance made it easy to think she never gave a thought to romance, but she was still a teenage girl. He had been too focused on the young women to notice, but she was apparently interested in the opposite sex as much as he was.

She just didn’t know how to handle her feelings when she thought the target of her affections was a girl dressed up as a boy.

(What would she do if she learned I really am a boy?)

He didn’t dislike her. He liked her as a friend.

They were roommates and she thought he was a girl, so she would readily change in front of him and she sometimes even crawled into bed with him.

But it was all predicated on them both being girls, so their friendship would shatter if she discovered the truth.

He didn’t want to ruin what they had if possible.

“…”

He sensed an awkwardness between them as they lay on the grass and watched the white clouds in the blue sky.

But Reese didn’t like that kind of lazy atmosphere, so to liven things up, she said “take this” in an overly cheerful way and placed her face on his chest.

“T-take what?”

He looked down in surprise to see her face buried in his chest while she sniffed at his sweaty scent like a dog.

“Ha ha. You smell really good. I love the way you smell. It makes me feel really good♪”

“D-does it?”

He wasn’t sure how to respond and she started rubbing his chest thoughtfully.

“You really do have a flat chest, don’t you?”

“Y-yeah.”

“It’s a shame when you’re so beautiful otherwise. I guess no one gets to be perfect.”

She was trying to be sympathetic, but a flat chest was to be expected when he was really a boy. But he couldn’t say that, so he left his answer vague.

He just let her do it, but then she shifted from rubbing his chest over his shirt to pulling up his shirt.

“W-wait, Reese!?”
The cheerful girl told the panicking fake girl to calm down while she fully bared his chest.

Then she stared at it.

“Hee hee. Clo, with a chest this flat, I could almost believe you really are a pretty boy.”

“Y-you could?”

He was terrified she had realized the truth, but she mistook his reaction.

“Oh, don’t be mad. You’re still young, so they’ll grow in time. Here, I’ll help you out.”

She placed her hands on his chest and began massaging it.

“U-um, Reese?”

He looked puzzled, so she gave him a mischievous grin.

“They say boobs get bigger if you massage them. I’ve been helping mine along that way, so I can have as nice a body as the captain eventually.”

Massaging his chest with her hands wasn’t so bad, but then she stuck out her pink tongue and licked circles around his nipples.

“Ah, wait, Reese.”

Even boys felt pleasure when someone licked and sucked their nipples. A tingling pleasure spread throughout him as her tongue did its thing.

“Ha ha♪ They’re stiff.”

She smiled innocently at how erect his nipples were.

He felt terribly embarrassed for reacting this way when he was a boy.

(O-oh, no. My dick is getting stiff too. She’s acting weird today. At this rate, she might reach for my crotch too.)

If she grabbed his erection, the jig really was up. But she would be upset if he forced her off of him.

He could think of only one way of escaping this predicament.

He had to take control of the situation himself.

Partially for that and partially to hide his embarrassment, he sat up, reached out, and touched her cheek.

“…”

They gazed into each other’s eyes. Hers widened in slight surprise, but then they both leaned in and kissed each other.

This was not just a kiss of greeting between women. It was what Katrina had called a grownup kiss.

They opened their mouths and used their tongues.

(Her tongue is so mall. She really is still a kid compared to the others.)

They licked each other’s tongues and exchanged warm saliva. They swallowed that, but some of it flowed out and wet their jaws.

If someone had happened by, they might have interpreted it as a tryst between a crossdressing beauty and a boyish girl.

He imagined Reese interpreted it in a similarly lesbian light.

But Cloche was very much a man. After enjoying a kiss like that, he wanted more.

Once their lips parted, he grabbed her chin, stared into her black eyes, and made a plea.

“Um. Reese? I want to, uh, massage your chest too. Can I?”

“Y-yes, if you want.”

Reese’s first grownup kiss must have melted her mind because she nodded with a dazed look on her face.

Now that he had permission, he let his male instincts take over. He had seen her as more of a friend than a potentional romantic partner, but that still meant he liked her. And in his desire to see this girl he liked in the nude, he removed her breastplate and the tank top she wore below that.

“…!”

He gasped when he saw her bare breasts.

(Wow, those are Reese’s boobs. They aren’t tanned like the rest of her. And they’re bigger than I thought.)

She could seem childish with her mischievous face and restless personality, but her body was well on its way toward growing into a woman.

Of course, they were still small when compared to the real adults.

They seemed lacking compared to Elienne’s or Katrina’s, but their size had a strange sex appeal all their own.

The contrast between the healthily tanned skin he usually saw and the pale skin below the tank top tickled at his male heart.

Her slender but fit arms and legs and her tight stomach all added to the fairy-like beauty found in girls who had not yet fully grown into a woman.

Just like Cloche looked like a girl, she had an androgynous charm only found at that age.

Unable to contain himself, Cloche sucked at one of her little plum-like like nipples as if to repay her for before.

“Ah.”

An embarrassed gasp left her, but she must not have felt she could resist when she had done the same to him earlier.

Since she was letting him do it, he licked and sucked back and forth between her two nipples.

“Ahh, ahhhn.”

She blushed in embarrassment but also moaned in pleasure.

The little plum nipples grew erect, standing up from her breasts.

He grabbed them between thumb and forefinger and stroked them.

“Ahhh!”

She jumped at the sensation.

(Wow, she’s sensitive. I think she came a little just from that.)

He let go of her nipples and started sucking at her skin from her shoulders to her neck and even kissed the indentation of her collarbones. Then he lifted her arm, stuck his face in her armpit, and licked it.

“Ahh…Clo…you’re good at this. You do get along with the lieutenant, so you must do this stuff all the time.”

“I do. And I want to help you feel good. Can I take off your pants too?”
She shook her head.

“But I, um, like guys.”

“It doesn’t have to be either-or. So stop worrying about it and just enjoy it.”

He had learned that argument from Katrina and it worked like a charm. The girl nodded at the prospect of more pleasure like this.

“Okay. Maybe just a little.”

“Then I’ll get those pants off of you.”
He reached for her hot pants and she lifted her hips to help.

He found simple cotton panties below, so he pulled them down her thighs along with the hot pants. But since they were outside, he left them around her right ankle.

(Her hair hasn’t grown in down here.)

The bright sunlight shined down on the boyish girl’s smooth and hairless crotch.

Everyone he had experience with was a grown woman, so they had all had a bush.

(Hm, no hair makes her look even more like a child.)

This difference excited him, but then he noticed Reese staring at his face.

“Hm? What is it?”

“You have such a pure-looking face most of the time, but you get these really dirty looks from time to time.”

“D-do I?”
Embarrassed, he hid his face behind his hands.

“Yeah, it’s an almost masculine look. Maybe that’s why my heart pounds every time I see it. It makes me wish you really were a guy so I could ask you to sleep with me.”

“Th-thanks. I feel the same way.”

Lying gave him a stomachache, but he had no other option right now.

(She’s sharper than you would think. I’m in serious trouble if she notices I’m hard.)

After working out a plan on the spot, Cloche lifted her legs up in a V-shape and then lifted her hips too.

“W-wait!”

She cried out in embarrassment, but he used his male strength to support her like that.

“I can eat you out more easily this way. The others really like it when I do this.”

“I-I see.”

She didn’t know much about sex, so that was enough to convince her.

(Now I don’t have to worry about her seeing I’m hard.)

Relieved, he placed his thumb and forefinger on her slit and spread it open.

“!”
Even though she thought he was a girl, her face blushed bright and she squeezed her eyes shut.

The combined scents of love juices, pee, and sweat reached his nose along with a warm dampness.

It was a powerful smell, but it was a female smell that spoke to his male instincts.

“Your pussy is so beautiful.”

“I-it is not. It’s really weird looking.”

She must have looked at her own in a mirror and developed a strange complex about it.

“It isn’t weird. I’ve never seen a prettier pussy.”

Her sexual flesh had the light pink color of youth. The whole thing was fairly small, but it had all the right parts in the right places.

It still wasn’t producing much love juices, so he could see every bit of it clearly.

“Okay, I’ll pleasure you like I do the others.”

He started licking and sucking at her labia.

“Ah, wait. That place is dirty.”

She cried out in embarrassment and tried to push his head away, but it was too late.

(It’s salty. Her love juices are super salty.)

He licked and licked but the love juices never ran out. In fact, the amount of was gradually increasing. While he lapped it up like a cat with a saucer of milk, her rational mind was gradually melting away and she soon stopped resisting.

“Ahh, this is incredible. Ah, it’s so much better than when I do it myself.”

That casual confession turned him on even more.

(I thought for sure she wasn’t interested in sex, but apparently she masturbates.)

He sucked even harder and thoroughly licked clean his friend’s vulva.

“Wow, your tongue. Your tongue feels so good. I love having my pussy licked. Ahhh, my body is melting!”

Her cries grew hotter and sweeter as time passed.

(I never imagined Reese could sound so sexy.)

He was so aroused he thought it would burn out the core of his mind, so he judged when the time was right and took her clitoris into his mouth while it was still in its hood.

“Ahh!”

Her entire body jumped.

“Ahh, ahh, wait, my clit, don’t tease my clit so much. It’s sensitive, that’s my weak point, ahn♪”

He was pretty sure that was any woman’s weak point.

He used his lips to pull back the hood and licked directly at the little bean within.

“Hyah, ahn, ahn, ahn.”

Her face was fully melted in pleasure now.

(Oh, wow. She’s actually drooling.)

The boyish girl now had a look of pure sex on her face.

(Ugh, I want to put my dick in her. I want to fuck her. But she’s clearly a virgin and virgins are apparently special.)

He had put it inside all of Katrina’s women while pretending it was only a sex toy.

But they had all already lost their virginity either to another man or to one of Katrina’s actual sex toys.

In that sense, a virgin like Reese hadn’t fit in.

(I want to take her virginity.)

That thought filled his mind as he rapidly worked his tongue like a cat lapping up milk. Her face was flushed and she had tears flowing from her damp eyes.

“Ah, ah, ah, ah, wait, I-I can’t. I’m going to cum, I’m going to cuuuuum!”

After being eaten out, the girl squirted all over the boy’s face.

He looked up to see her catching her breath.

When her eyes met his, she blushed even brighter and she criticized him with tears in her eyes.

“I-I can’t believe you, Clo. I didn’t realize you were such a dirty girl!”

The usually strong-willed fighter girl was embarrassed and tearful. The sight seemed to jab him right in his male instincts.

(Wow, she’s cute.)

He had never even imagined her crying, so this directly grabbed his male heart.

(Kh, I want to put it in her. I want stick my dick in her pussy and fuck her so hard.)

His penis felt ready to explode inside his pants.

He made up his mind and flipped her over onto her stomach.

There was no hiding he was a boy if he did it from the front, so he had always done it from behind when pretending he was using a vibrator.

“Wh-what now?”

“Don’t worry. Just relax and you’ll learn that pleasure was only the beginning.”

She propped herself up on her elbows and asked a puzzled question, but his intensity silenced her while he spread her legs wide.

(Wow, her butt is small too.)

Her small, tight butt almost looked like a boy’s. It barely had any fat on it.

But that undeveloped sex appeal shattered the boy’s rational mind.

He pulled his raging erection from his pants.

(W-will this actually work out? Katrina said virgins have this thing called a hymen and it really hurts their first time. W-will she realize what I’m doing? Oh, but I can’t resist.)

He was so hard he thought he could pierce steel with his erection.

He had fully decided to prioritize his lust over self-preservation at this point, so he took his precum-dripping dick and lowered it from the face-down girl’s butt to her labia.

(None of the others figured out what was happening, so she shouldn’t either.)

He threw out reason and brought the head to her untouched vagina.

“Eh!?”

Reese tried to look back in surprise, but he held her down from behind and quickly explained.

“You know I’ve been sleeping with the others, right? They also think I’m a lot like a boy, so they like it when I act like a boy in bed. I’ll do for you what they like so much. It might hurt at first, but bear with it. It’ll feel really good soon enough.”

“R-really?”
Was she overwhelmed by the intensity of his rapid-fire explanation, or was she relieved to know the women she respected did this too? Either way, she stopped resisting.

“I’m sorry, Reese!”
He apologized while pushing his dick inside her.

“!?”
He swore he could hear her vagina being forced open as he pushed as far in as he could get.

(Kh, she’s tight. I’ve never been in such a tight pussy. It’s going to crush my dick.)

Maybe it was her short build and maybe it was just her being a virgin, but her vagina was tighter than any he had experienced before.

Her virgin flesh squeezed him so hard it hurt, but he had no desire at all to pull out.

After pushing all the way inside her and starting to feel some pleasure from it, he whispered a question into Reese’s ear as she lay stiffly on the ground.

“Are you okay?”

“Pant, pant, pant. Yes. It hurt at first, but it’s starting to feel good.”

In their position, her butt got in the way and he couldn’t penetrate her too deeply, but that may have been about right for her first time.

“Good. I’m glad.”
He felt terribly guilty that she still thought he was a girl after he had taken her virginity, but he couldn’t deny that it turned him on too.

“Okay, I’m going to move.”

“Eh?”

He held her hips tight and energetically thrusted his hips like he had with the young women.

“Ah, ah, ah!”

Reese propped herself up on her elbows and moaned in a cute puppy-like way as the boy fucked her from behind.

(Wow, she’s so rough and tight. Her pussy is incredible.)

Each time he pulled back, her rough flesh would stimulate the bottom of the head.

(Shit, she’s so cute. I-I’m already about to cum.)

Despite his guilt over taking his roommate’s first time, his penis grew even bigger inside her.

“It’s hot, so hot. My pussy feels so hot when you rub it like that.”

“Kh…the others love it when I do this.”

He worked hard to resist ejaculating so he could enjoy her rough vaginal flesh longer, but his hips were also pounding against her like crazy.

“I-I can see why. It feels so good.”

In her ecstasy, Reese didn’t seem to be even considering what it was inside her.

(Oh, wow. It feels like she’s going to pull my dick right off when I pull back.)

After taking his friend’s virginity under false pretenses, he sensed his limit approaching fast and looked up into the sky.

(Oh, no. I-I’m going to cum already.)

Once his erection started throbbing, he grabbed her shoulders and pushed as far inside her as he could.

“Ahhhhhhn! S-something’s happening!”

Her mind wasn’t aware what was inside her, but her body apparently knew. She cried out in pleasure at the sensation of something racing through the object inside her.

“Kh,” groaned Cloche as his male milk erupted from the tip.

“Ah, ahh, ahhh.”

The unfamiliar pleasure of being cummed inside made Reese’s eyes widen and her body to shake.

After filling her with every last drop, he pulled his now flaccid penis out of her. He finally breathed a sigh of relief once he had it inside his pants again.

“Phew.”

He basked in the afterglow while casually glancing down at Reese’s butt.

“Ah…ah…ah.”

She was still moaning while her small butt twitched, but then her vagina opened up and a milky fluid shot out.

The semen he had filled her with was flowing back out.

(Oh, there’s some red blood mixed in. Virgins really do bleed.)

He liked the thought of having taken his first virginity, but he was also scared seeing the blood would give away what had happened. Wracked with guilt, he decided the only way he could atone at the moment was to pull out a handkerchief and wipe off her vulva.

“Oh, thanks for cleaning up.” Ignorant Reese turned her melted eyes his way. “Wow. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought a boy really was having sex with me.”

That was indeed what had happened, but she apparently didn’t suspect a thing.

“Kat has trained you really well. I could get used to this. In fact, I don’t think masturbating is going to cut it anymore. Let’s do this again.”

“Sure. I’m up for it whenever you are.”

The guilt of taking her virginity stabbed deep into Cloche’s chest as he gently kissed her.