Wrong!
Why does it feel so... vivid?!
Kasumigaoka Utaha's muddled mind couldn't form coherent thoughts.
Finally, with her thighs clamping down hard, her pure white panties stretched to a distorted, exaggerated degree against her dripping slit.
"Mmmmmnnnnnghhhh!!!"
This became Kasumigaoka Utaha's first real climax.
Nanaya's hands simultaneously dug into her hips with bruising force.
Pain. Heat. Weightlessness. Oblivion.
All these sensations mixed together, intertwining until she couldn't tell where one ended and another began.
But as she crashed back down from heaven, Utaha was left with a gaping emptiness.
I need to be filled...
No—what am I thinking?!
Utaha collapsed onto Nanaya's chest, her breath coming in shallow gasps. Her normally silky hair was now drenched in sweat, sticking messily to her flushed face and neck.
Then she felt it—something hot and thick still pulsing beneath her.
Huh?
This...?
Only now, in the aftermath of her climax, did Utaha fully comprehend their position. Her ruined panties had been yanked so far to the side that the elastic band now dug into the soft flesh of her waist.
"My, my... I didn't take you for such a wild one," Nanaya smirked, turning his head to capture her swollen lips in a searing kiss.
Utaha never imagined losing her first kiss like this—no romantic confession, no tender atmosphere, just the taste of her own arousal on Nanaya's tongue as he dominated her mouth.
"Th-this is... enough, right?" she panted between kisses.
Nanaya laughed darkly, grinding his still-hard length against her soaked core. "Are you joking? Last time I went easy because you were inexperienced and cramped up. Did you really think one little orgasm would satisfy me?"
"Eh—?!"
Before she could process his words, Nanaya's hands were already moving—groping, pinching, spreading her wider. Soon, Utaha found herself being rocked back and forth atop him, her ass bouncing with wet slaps against his thighs.
"Uuuuuuuu~~~!"
Her long hair flew wildly with each thrust before sticking damply to her sweat-slicked back.
Finally... it's over...
Utaha's entire world now smelled of Nanaya—his musk clinging to her throat, her tongue, her ruined clothes. She rolled off him, immediately spotting the disgraceful state of her panties—stretched, soaked, and clinging obscenely to her swollen folds.
Between her legs burned as if rubbed raw, the entire area throbbing with oversensitivity. Nanaya had marked every inch of her body, leaving undeniable proof of his conquest.
At one point during their coupling, Utaha had actually considered letting him take her completely—only to be swiftly "corrected" by Nanaya flipping her onto her stomach and reddening her ass with sharp smacks.
Now, too exhausted to even clean up or worry about the sticky mess between her thighs, Utaha succumbed to sleep with a satisfied smile.
Watching her doze off, Nanaya noted her affection level had reached 80.
Her impression of him now read: "My first man."
Pulling her close, he groped one of her ample breasts possessively as he drifted off.
When Utaha awoke, her body still ached, but she managed to stumble upright.
She needed to leave before Nanaya woke—needed space to process the whirlwind of emotions. Her gaze toward the sleeping boy was complicated as she bit her lip.
Wincing, she scavenged one of Nanaya's oversized coats. The fabric swallowed her frame, hiding the scent of sex, her torn stockings, and the creases in her qipao.
The idea of going commando was unthinkable, so she kept her ruined panties, though her stockings' dark stains could maybe pass as gradient coloring.
But just as she stepped into her heels—
"Did you really think you could run?"
Nanaya blocked the doorway, fully awake.
"I've already... paid more than enough!"
"I know," he purred, sweeping her into a bridal carry despite her weak protests. "But I can give you so much more."
Ignoring her half-hearted struggles, he carried her back to bed, muffling her cries with another deep kiss.
"Black-stocking'ed cow!"
A furious Eriri slammed manuscript pages onto Utaha's desk.
"Explain this!"
Utaha smirked at her own writing—specifically the descriptions of a flat-chested blonde side character. Injecting these petty jabs had become thrilling, especially now that she didn't fear cancellation. In fact, Nanaya's "feedback" had even gained her new readers.
She'd also decided to promote the transfer student to protagonist status over the original male lead. Why? Because she could.
"That's not what I'm talking about!" Eriri hissed, cheeks red. "Why did you add romance foreshadowing?!"
"Oh? Don't you want that?"
Utaha had actually planned to include a brief Eriri x protagonist subplot—a rare concession.
"Of course not! I'm telling you for the last time, Kasumigaoka—I don't like him!"
Eriri's vehemence gave Utaha pause.
"...You really don't?"
She glanced toward Aki Tomoya across the room.
"No!"
Seeing Eriri's resolute expression, something clicked for Utaha.
"But during our first gathering, your stockings..."
She trailed off.
If not Tomoya... then who?
Unaware of Utaha's realization, Eriri pressed on: "So I'm not your love rival. If you want to understand him better, we should talk privately."
"...Alright."
Utaha nodded, eyeing Nanaya—currently lounging with his head in Megumi's lap as she massaged his scalp—before following Eriri out.
"Kasumigaoka, if you genuinely like Aki Tomoya, you should know something upfront."
Utaha listened intently as Eriri hesitated.
"Tomoya... he gets off on being NTR'd."
"...Excuse me?"
Utaha wondered if she'd misheard.
"It's true. I had a childhood crush on him, but as we grew up, I realized his... preferences had changed."
Eriri shuddered, grateful she'd recognized the signs early.
"So now you're with Nanaya?"
Eriri blinked. "...Yes."
Her immediate admission surprised Utaha. Clearly, Eriri's feelings for Nanaya ran deep.
But when did this happen?
"My point is," Eriri continued, "unless you're truly devoted to Tomoya, don't get too invested."
Her warning came from genuine concern.
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