"Hehe, come with me then."
Nanaya really wanted to see the moment when the two sisters met.
"Mmm... you're always teasing me..."
Megumi pouted and lightly hit Nanaya twice before finally agreeing.
"Good girl."
Nanaya's hands moved along Megumi's skin, one traveling upward while the other went downward.
Both advancing simultaneously toward glorious victory.
"Ah... not here... someone might come..."
"No one will come."
Nanaya smiled at Megumi while looking at the map where Kasumigaoka Utaha's icon stood motionless near them.
Listening to their intimate banter from outside, Kasumigaoka Utaha felt a strange discomfort in her heart.
It wasn't that she had any feelings for Nanaya, but she believed her junior Kato Megumi shouldn't sink into Nanaya's clutches.
This wasn't the first time she'd heard them together.
She felt compelled to save Megumi from Nanaya's predatory grasp.
Though there were club activities today, Aki Tomoya had gone to collect his part-time wages and buy study games, so he'd be late.
Originally just coming to the rooftop to relax, Utaha "coincidentally" discovered the pair. Driven by her desire to help Megumi, she stayed by the door listening to their activities.
The continuous stream of sweet moans made Utaha unconsciously tighten her thighs.
After checking that no one was around...
A restless itch grew in Utaha's heart.
Despite being a senior two years older, she'd never experienced romance.
Let alone such intimate behavior.
Thus, Utaha's love stories lacked authenticity, though her excellent literary skills made them barely acceptable to readers.
But continuing like this would inevitably lead to decline.
'I'll just listen a little...'
'This is to write better, more realistic scenes...'
Utaha told herself. Though leaning against the cold metal door, she felt no chill—only flames burning within her.
From the first moment she heard Megumi's voice, she'd been anticipating... something.
As Megumi's moans rose in waves, Utaha's expression shifted with each fluctuation.
Finally, the springtime stirrings in Utaha's heart proved irresistible—such behavior seemed inevitable now.
Her jade-like hands couldn't resist lifting her skirt, gently touching her secret garden.
As a first-time gardener, Utaha was still somewhat cautious.
An inexperienced gardener always treasures her beautiful flower, unwilling to let it suffer the slightest harm.
Though unable to see clearly, her fingers caressed the tender petals already moist with dew.
As if sensing the gardener's care, the flower opened and closed humanely, seeming to nuzzle against the fingers.
A skilled gardener shares a wonderful psychic connection with her cultivated blooms.
And Utaha was indeed skilled.
Upon touching the flower, she immediately felt a tingling numbness.
The inexperienced girl went weak all over, forced to lean against the wall—yet her hands never stopped working.
After all, flowers only grow more beautiful with watering and care.
The newly appointed gardener Utaha immersed herself in communicating with her flower, unaware of the small red lights blinking in the surrounding space.
"No... this is wrong..."
The more Utaha interacted with her flower, the more she knew this was bad and shouldn't continue.
But whenever she tried to leave, an inexplicable attraction from the flower's heart kept her rooted in place.
Her black-stockinged legs seemed to have grown roots, immobile as if she'd lost command over them, forcing her to continue.
The increasingly clear sounds by her ears were the slurping noises of someone licking a popsicle.
Nanaya and Kato Megumi were right by the door!
Realizing this excited Utaha further.
Narrowing her eyes and tilting her head back, her flushed cheeks mingled with disheveled, suggestive strands of hair.
What would happen if someone saw Kasumigaoka Utaha—the prestigious private Toyogasaki High's top beauty—masturbating to others' sounds?
But no one noticed. Or perhaps Nanaya would review it later.
"...Daddy, why are you lasting longer again?"
Hearing Megumi's vulgar words from inside delivered another shock to Utaha's psyche.
How could...
Such a delicate-looking girl say such things!
While mentally condemning Megumi's lack of self-respect, Utaha's hands moved faster.
In her mind, she became the one kneeling before Nanaya on the rooftop.
Her mouth stuffed full to bursting.
She began babbling incoherently—her high literary talent seemingly giving her unique advantages here~
Silver-tongued phrases flashed through Utaha's mind as she imagined Nanaya looking down at her with disdain...
No, not like this...
I should be confident...
But at this critical moment, the already unstoppable Utaha could only sink deeper into her dark fantasy.
"Mmm!!"
Hearing Megumi's voice from behind—now somewhat familiar—Utaha knew Megumi was about to drink.
Imagining herself kneeling helplessly before Nanaya, powerless to resist, eyes wide with tears streaming down.
Forced to watch as Nanaya stuffed something like an erupting volcano—hard and unyielding—into her mouth.
Reaching deep into her throat.
"N-no! I can't!"
"Gulp gulp... gulp gulp..."
Megumi's sounds affected the fantasizing Utaha too.
Her mouth felt sore, throat hoarse, filled with strange flavors.
Thick yogurt sliding down her esophagus.
So much, so thick—she couldn't swallow it all and might vomit!
Utaha's fingers involuntarily pinched the flower's pistil.
Eeek!!!
Utaha felt herself thrown high into the clouds, floating in the sky.
Then the sound of the door handle turning behind her came like a hammer smashing her down to hell.
Must escape!!
Barely enduring her body's convulsions, Utaha limped away from the rooftop entrance.
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