"Ah—"
"Nggghhh~"
Ambiguous panting and moaning could faintly be heard from a certain room. From the number plate at the door, it could be seen that this was the women's locker room. Because it was noon, there should be no one inside.
That's right. No "serious" people were in the locker room—only two sneaky individuals, a man and a woman.
The curtains were drawn, covering the windows and blocking the light, making the locker room dim. But with the girls' clothes hanging in the closet...
Sportswear, school uniforms, and underwear—colorful and varied. The fragrance they emitted filled the entire room, surrounding them.
But compared to these seemingly attractive clothes, the real people were far more intoxicating~
Sweat oozed from Himemiya Makoto's forehead, mixed with the girl's unique, pure body fragrance. This scent was more alluring than any of those clothes.
Her uniform had been pulled away, hanging off her shoulders. Her chest was exposed—her large, delicate breasts, completely uncovered, were on full display before Mu Xiaoxiao.
Huge. Tall and straight. Snow-white. And the bright red tips at the top, with Makoto's rapid panting, kept shaking, bouncing, trembling. The sight behind them was shocking.
Mu Xiaoxiao stood behind her, his hands reaching through the girl's armpits, stroking and rubbing the part where her tender breasts met her sides. Himemiya Makoto knew that screaming might get them discovered.
But she—she really couldn't help it!
'Damn it. Is Mu Xiaoxiao this good? This way of stroking, touching the edges of sensitive parts—this unique caress that teased but never quite touched—made Himemiya Makoto crazy.'
She bit her lips tightly, but still couldn't stop moaning through her nose.
Fortunately, it was quite noisy outside the door. No one would randomly barge into the girls' locker room.
"Ah~~"
Rising and falling in indescribable pleasure—like a boat on the sea, tossed for so long—Himemiya Makoto climbed to another climax under his fingers. She lay on the bench, panting.
Her eyes were blurred. Her face was flushed. Her slender fingers trembled unconsciously. Clearly, she hadn't recovered from the extreme pleasure. She was still immersed in the lingering aftertaste.
She didn't know how long passed. Makoto suddenly sat up from the bench and immediately met Mu Xiaoxiao's unsettling black eyes. Her expression froze. She realized how exaggerated her reaction had been.
"My clothes—"
Looking down, she saw herself bare-chested, completely exposed to Mu Xiaoxiao. Though it wasn't the first time, she shamefully grabbed her clothes from the ground and covered her chest. Then she glared at Mu Xiaoxiao with shame and indignation.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Mu Xiaoxiao leaned leisurely against the closet, arms folded across his chest. "Judging by how into it you were just now, you obviously liked that feeling too, didn't you?"
"Who—who liked it?!" Himemiya Makoto retorted resolutely, her face burning hot. But as she said it, she couldn't meet Mu Xiaoxiao's eyes. Her gaze wandered. "I was forced by you!"
Speaking of this, the girl hesitated. Though this bad guy was forcing her, he got her soaked every time. Water flowed everywhere. But he'd never broken through her last line of defense.
In truth, she'd been completely addicted to the pleasure at those moments. He could have taken her without any effort. But in the end, he didn't.
It was a bit strange.
This made Himemiya Makoto feel weird. It was very dangerous staying with him. It became harder and harder for her to stay awake and protect herself. But he ignored her?
'Is he not interested in my body? Does he prefer girls with long hair, gentle like Chi-chan?'
Himemiya Makoto's thoughts gradually grew outrageous.
The girl didn't know that for Mu Xiaoxiao, each shot of essence represented a heart—an attribute point. Of course, he couldn't hand it over casually.
'Just kidding. Compared to women, my essence is far more precious, okay?'
"Forcing? If I remember correctly, we have a deal." Mu Xiaoxiao walked before her, playfully touching her chin, lifting her head to look at her flushed face. "Makoto, seeing Chisato today, you should know she's doing great."
"I've held up my end of the deal with you. So you have to fulfill yours. That's only reasonable, isn't it?"
The girl looked embarrassed.
"Of course I know that. But... how long will this... relationship between us last?"
She was a little scared. He'd only used his fingers, and she'd been so intoxicated she nearly ascended to heaven. In the future... she'd fall deeper and deeper, wouldn't she?
If she didn't get away from him quickly, it would only get more dangerous!
But the deal wasn't easy to break. She'd agreed to it before. Maybe it was a trap she'd set for herself. But she still regretted it.
"Who knows? You could end it now. But I can't guarantee what would happen to Chi-chan then." Mu Xiaoxiao reached out, caressing her delicate skin back and forth. "I don't think you want to see that, do you?"
"..."
Himemiya Makoto's cheeks paled.
"To protect the best Chi-chan in the world, Makoto... try to please me. Make me happy." His fingers slid from her cheek to her soft, pink lips, stroking and pressing gently.
Himemiya Makoto stared at him blankly. The touch on her lips made her nervous. She muttered to herself, "Please..."
"Yes. Please me." His fingers traced her lips back and forth for a long while before withdrawing. But they didn't leave. They hovered before her. "Himemiya Makoto... what are you supposed to do?"
'What to do?'
Seeing him wagging his fingers before her, staring with that smile, Himemiya Makoto realized something. Shame, excitement—all kinds of emotions surged in her heart.
Full of shame.
But... for Chi-chan.
Taking a deep breath, as if convincing herself internally, Himemiya Makoto slowly opened her mouth. With her breath, she extended that bright, soft red tongue.
Her little red tongue, heart-shaped, glistening with saliva, moved forward and slowly landed on the boy's finger.
"Sigh..."
Touching. Licking. Himemiya Makoto raised her head slightly, sticking out her tongue, clumsily licking and kissing his fingers like a cute pet puppy.
Her wet, warm tongue left plenty of moisture on his fingertips. It made Mu Xiaoxiao's fingers wet.
"Suck."
"..."
Though it was just a finger, it still made Himemiya Makoto feel ashamed and angry. But her body was very honest—as if tamed. Her tongue rolled his finger into her cherry lips.
Suck—
"Mhhhmm—slurp~, ha... um~"
The ambiguous sounds made Himemiya Makoto's body gradually warm up. Just as the girl felt deeply ashamed, Mu Xiaoxiao pulled out his finger. "Your technique's not great, but it's your first time. We'll let it slide. Keep working on it next time."
"..."
'That's it?'
"Wipe it for me. It's covered in your saliva. Disgusting."
'What do you mean "disgusting"? You're the one who wanted this!'
Himemiya Makoto shot him a furious glare. She bitterly took out her handkerchief and wiped his fingers, gnashing her teeth the whole time. But the lunch break deal should be over.
Though... after school, she might be called again.
"I accepted the deal. But do you have to humiliate me like this?"
"Don't like it?"
"Who would?!"
Putting on her clothes, Makoto gritted her teeth. Watching him about to leave, she suddenly asked, "Speaking of which... Chi-chan seemed strange today. Especially her attitude toward you. You... didn't do anything to her, did you?"