After waiting seventeen or eighteen minutes, Kawasaki gently knocked, then slowly turned the doorknob, asking, "Is it okay?"
Her long hair was now neatly coiled at the back, as it had been when she worked as a maid at Kagura's home.
"Of course, it's your room!"
Kagura set down his phone, chuckling wryly.
He'd just cast a "Cleanse" to erase the lingering food taste in his mouth.
"Well… even so…" Kawasaki slipped inside, closing the door with her eyes shut. Her left hand rested on the frame, her cheeks gradually flushing as she asked, "Did you find anything interesting?"
"What, you think I'm here to treasure-hunt in a girl's room?"
"You didn't snoop around?"
She turned, blinking in disbelief.
"What's with that reaction? A gentleman doesn't rummage through someone's stuff."
"Oh, a gentleman—" Kawasaki squinted, arms crossed, smirking. "The pervert who groped and licked under my skirt, taking advantage when I was stuck in a wall, calls himself a gentleman?"
"Uh… cough, that was then, this is now."
Kagura shamelessly winked back.
She rolled her eyes, leaning against the door with a sigh, then pointed to the pillow. "Check under there."
She locked the door casually.
"Hm?"
Kagura reached under, pulling out a flat, hard box.
A glance revealed an Okamoto three-pack. "You're well-prepared… So, inviting me here was with this in mind?"
He knew she hadn't bought it before leaving Friday but grabbed it while shopping for ingredients.
"If I got pregnant, it'd be a hassle for you…"
"Honestly, marrying you and having a kid sounds perfectly fine."
"Shut up, idiot!" Kawasaki lunged, pinning him to the bed, straddling his waist, her face red as she warned, "Put it on! I'm not marrying you!"
"Hiss… So…" Kagura toyed with the condom box, smirking. "If you got pregnant, you'd marry me?"
"Tch… I-I never said that! Anyway, no condom, no action!"
Spotting her logical slip, she doubled down.
"No action at all? You're my woman—I'd take responsibility."
"…"
His words left her speechless.
If another guy said that while she was dating someone else, she'd slap him. But Kagura had the means to back it up—wealth aside, he'd proposed. She'd rejected him yet clung to his side. Honestly, who was the real idiot?
This left her conflicted.
"What about my purchase, then?"
Her resolve softened.
Fine, let him have his way. If I get pregnant, so be it… It's a safe day.
"Toss it."
"Toss it? It's expensive! You don't care, but I do!"
"Small change. I'll cover it."
"Quiet! Don't squander your money. I care if you don't, got it?"
Snatching the condom box, she flung it onto the desk.
No condom, fine! Who's scared?
Hovering over him, hands on his shoulders, she gazed down as he began unbuttoning her blouse, one by one. Biting her lip shyly, she looked away. As her voluptuous breasts emerged, he asked, "Are you mentally ready?"
"Mm…"
"Willing to stay by my side, no marriage, no status?"
"…So what? Is that a problem?"
She grew impatient.
"No… It just feels like I owe you."
"If you feel that way, you should've stopped when you violated my rear."
"Uh…"
Speechless, Kagura faltered, but Kawasaki smiled, relieved. With her blouse fully unbuttoned, she leaned down, kissing him lightly, then said, "I'm not blaming you. Just saying, if you hadn't done that, our lives might've taken different paths."
"Possibly… but what's done is done."
"Kiss me."
She leaned in again, kissing deeply.
The long kiss ended slowly. Pointing to her lips, she said, blushing, "I brushed and rinsed."
"I can tell."
"Pervert…" She shed her blouse and bra, awkwardly shielding her nipples with her left arm, asking, "So… how do you want to do this?"
He pointed to her desk chair.
"First time not on a bed feels… weird."
Grumbling, she slipped off her panties. The sight of a girl peeling off dark panties past her ankles was impossibly erotic.
"Your rear's first time was in a wall hole."
"That was your doing! I didn't plan that—or to use my rear, pervert!"
"Right, right." Kagura sat on the chair, fully clothed, zipper untouched, beckoning, "Come sit."
She straddled his lap, legs spread, still covering her chest. Up close, he noticed a tiny black mole on her left breast, echoing the tear mole under her right eye—adorable.
"Can I kiss you?"
"Do what you want… Mmph—!"
Before she finished, he cradled her head, kissing her. She'd expected him to grab her breasts, but he took his time.
In the heated kiss, her guard dropped. His hands slid from her head to her shoulders, down her spine, lightly scratching her sensitive back, then to her waist, kneading gently, finally resting on her chest. She pressed closer, arms around his shoulders, kissing back.
"I want you to call me 'darling.'"
He whispered during a kiss break.
"Dream on!"
She stifled a laugh, cursing.
"Tch…" Wrapping her waist, he leaned forward, making her arch back. Holding her slender frame, he buried his face in her E-cup breasts, muffled, "Then I'll take a milk bath!"
"Ugh…"
Shame closed her eyes, fingers at her lips, enduring the odd sensation without stopping him.
Is this men's obsession with breasts…? It's embarrassing… but kind of fun, like a naughty kid.
Loving children, she subconsciously saw his antics as a child's playful nursing.
Kagura had never buried his face in such large breasts. Ai's were modest, but Kawasaki's were overwhelming, like returning to a mother's embrace—wait, mother? Sayuri was flatter than Eriri!
"Good girl…"
Kawasaki instinctively cooed, stroking his head.
He froze, and she realized her slip, pushing him away. "I-I didn't mean it like that!"
"It's fine, you can mean it!"
He cupped her uncontainable breasts, sucking her right nipple with a smack.
Her nipples, small for her E-cups, matched Ai's, with a faint pink areola, transitioning from pale white to soft pink to deep pink.
"Ergh—!!"
Clutching his neck, she arched forward.
What's this feeling…? Sucking my nipple feels this good? First time I knew.
She felt his erection pressing her private area through his pants. After ejaculating so much, he was rock-hard again, defying her research that men needed rest post-climax, with each erection weaker.
Weaker? This is still a steel rod! Like it'll pierce me!
She worried for her delicate flower.
Her soft, round breasts molded between his fingers, but her right nipple was firmly sucked, her body trembling. Straddling his lap, her legs clamped his, rocking forward and back, unable to escape his "clutches."
Slurp, slurp~
Squeezing her breast's middle, he made her glistening pink nipple stand proud, rubbing it against his lips, licking it thoroughly, then targeting her areola, circling left and right, driving her to thrust her chest forward like a shameless vixen craving more.
Her water-drop breasts, slightly sagging due to size, were perfectly natural—E-cups without sag would defy gravity.
"N-Nipple… Just lick it already…"
"Teasing you on purpose."
"Jerk…"
Tears welled, but he gripped both breasts, pulling them close, sucking both nipples at once, tongue lashing wildly.
"Ughhh…"
A virgin, she couldn't handle it, nearing collapse. As she grabbed his hair, he lightly bit her left nipple.
"No… I'm going…"
Her body tensed, then curled, rocking as if on a galloping horse, grinding on his lap. A hot tide gushed from her blazing pussy, soaking his pant leg.
Panting, she covered her mouth, embarrassed by her wanton display.
"Impressive climax…" Releasing her nipple, he inhaled deeply. "Saki, your breasts are so sensitive."
"Hah…" Sprawling on him, her breasts rubbed his chest, rolling her eyes. "You know, no need to tell me."
"Time for the main event?"
"What if I get pregnant?"
She murmured in his ear.
He knew she couldn't conceive—his semen's fertility was disabled—but she didn't. To ease her, he explained, "First, you'd take school leave. Quit my place, stay at mine, well-fed and cared for during pregnancy. The kid takes your surname. I won't claim it publicly but will privately. From pregnancy to age three, your 300,000-yen salary continues, plus subsidies and bonuses. I'll cover all child expenses, ensuring your future comfort. Work or study, your choice…"
His words genuinely tempted her.
Not for money, but his assurances made unprotected sex less daunting.
She stripped his shirt, belt, pants, and briefs, leaving him bare.
He didn't rush to penetrate. She dutifully knelt between his legs, licking until his shaft glistened with her saliva, then straddled him again.
Her right hand reached down, gripping his slick, drenched shaft.
Her own state was obvious—post-climax, her tides had soaked her thoroughly.
Her lips, naturally everted, now screamed "welcome," though his angle obscured the view.
"About to graduate from virginity, Saki. Any words?"
He kneaded her soft breasts, asking calmly.
"Mm…" Lowering herself, she pressed his purple, swollen tip to her writhing entrance, then smiled through teary eyes, sobbing softly. "Thank you for giving me another life's choice. Meeting you was wonderful… I-I… I think I really do like you."
With that, she steadied herself, bit her teeth, and sank down.
His shaft tore through her crescent-shaped hymen, the intrusion's pain clamping her pussy tight, but his deep thrust hit her cervix, prodding it into subtle wriggles, as if massaging his shaft.
"…So tight!"
He hugged her back, pulling her to his chest.
"It hurts… Really hurts…"
Her lower body numbed, she bit his shoulder, venting her deflowered fury.
"Hiss…"
He winced, sucking air.
"Pain transfer technique!"
She teased, lightening the mood.
"Fine, transfer away."
He lowered the chair to its minimum, stretching his legs, her feet finally touching the floor.
"Still hurt?"
He waited until her contractions eased.
"You don't need to ask… Just do it at your pace…"
Biting him had vented her anger.
She wasn't sure why she was mad, but she needed to let it out.
"Deep inside, does it hurt?"
"Of course it does, idiot… You're so deep… My womb's getting wrecked."
Tears in her eyes, she pouted, scolding.
"You don't know how cute you look right now, fuck!"
"W-What? It's not that dramatic…" Blushing, she buried her face in his shoulder, eyes closed. "What now? I was a virgin seconds ago. I know nothing."
"Your heels can touch the floor, right?"
"Mm…"
Her sensitive clit pressed against his pubic hair, his terrifying length fully inside. Her once-finger-width pussy had somehow accommodated it.
Stretched taut, her torn hymen ached, the foreign sensation overwhelming, as if she'd sat on a fire hydrant. How a woman's body handled such a beast was unimaginable.
Good thing I'm tall and deep… Or half would be left outside.
"Then, move at your own pace."
She rolled her eyes. "What, too lazy to move, young master?"
"So hot… Saki, can I call you Saki? Call me Kagura."
"Don't dodge the topic!"
"Can I?"
"Ugh…" Hesitating, she lowered her head shyly. "In private…"
"Great." Licking her earlobe, her pussy clamped tighter, his legs tensing as he hugged her, whispering, "Saki… your pussy's swallowed my whole shaft… A virgin, yet so wet. Not just your pussy—your womb's craving love, isn't it?"
"Tch… I wasn't thinking that… Your thing's too big, too soon for my pussy and womb… But, no choice, we're already doing it."
Biting her lip, she leaned forward, her full breasts rubbing his chest like a bubble bath, her grounded feet rocking her body. Each forward sway reluctantly released a sliver of his dark, sturdy shaft, contrasting her tempting pink. His shaft, though not black, was far darker than her delicate flower, giving a brutal, invasive look from behind, yet her cowgirl position added a chaotic twist.
"Your breasts are incredible… Saki, you're so tight… Feel it? Your womb's getting tapped."
His hands slid from her waist to her round, plump cheeks, gripping them like meaty soccer balls, too full for his long fingers to fully grasp.
"Of course… I feel it, duh…"
Blushing, she gritted her teeth, moving up and down. As she rose, he lifted her rear higher; as she sank, he pressed her down, keeping the thrusts short but heavy, his crown breaching her sticky, love-soaked folds, slamming her fluids and precum against her cervix, numbing her legs with pain and pleasure.
"Saki, did you know a woman's vaginal walls have angles? Our embrace aligns perfectly… Ah, so fragrant. Are you sweating from nerves? Your breasts smell like milk."
As she rose, he hoisted her rear, his tip dragging her deep pink flesh outward, flipping her entrance's lewd flesh, her everted lips splaying wider. The tightest part of a girl's vagina, her entrance gaped slightly as he spread her cheeks, a trickle of blood-tinged, viscous love fluid crawling down his shaft like a lustful worm pre-injected into her pussy.
"No, no… Stop, stop…"
Guessing his intent, she shook her head, arms around his neck, panic on her face, yet her pussy gripped tighter, squeezing his tip painfully.
"Stop? Is that how you speak to your master?"
He leaned forward, burying his face in her sweat-dappled, snowy breasts.
"You're… Kagura now… So no—Ahh—!!"
Before she could finish, he gripped her rear, slamming her onto his shaft. His strength and her weight drove him impossibly deep, fully buried, not an inch spared. She cried out, quickly covering her mouth, her other hand twisting his waist to shift the pain.
Hurts… Hurts so bad… He knows it's my first time and still does this… Sadist? My womb's throbbing… Is this men's terror? Too much for seventeen-year-old me? Damn…!
Tears in her eyes, she trembled, breathing heavily. Her newly deflowered pussy wriggled faintly, secreting more lubricant to ease the pain, contracting rhythmically with her breaths, yet his shaft felt harder, even larger.
"Sorry… From the moment I saw your tear mole, bullying you felt thrilling… Your tears really excite me."
He braced for a slap.
Releasing her rear, he massaged her spine from her cheeks to her shoulder blades. She glared, sobbing softly, breathing heavily without a word.
"Saki, I…"
"Shut up…" Crossing her arms to lift her breasts, like a mature lady forced into a low-cut gown, she showed shy defiance, pressing her erect nipples to his face. "My crying excites you, huh…? Then… bite me…"
"Saki, you…"
He wanted to speak, but her "shut up" glare silenced him. Giving in, he grabbed her youthful, full breasts, kneading hard, sucking her left nipple, then biting it gently, inching to the tip. His right fingers pinched her right nipple, flattening and tugging it mercilessly.
"Ow, ow, ow… It hurts, hurts…"
Her feet slapped the floor, hands flailing on his shoulders, tears streaming, yet her tight pussy stayed stretched wide, his tip buried at her cervix. Each bite or pinch made her clamp tighter, making him feel he could climax without thrusting.
"Hah…"
He exhaled, and she collapsed on his shoulder, wiping tears, punching his left shoulder with her right fist. "You jerk… No mercy… Sadistic beast, huh?"
"You told me to bite, Saki. Had to go all out."
"…I only said it 'cause you like it."
"Thanks, you're too good to me."
"Enough, shut up…! Save that nonsense for after you pull out." Glaring, she tested rocking on his shaft, whispering, "Why haven't you cum… ejaculated…?"
"Think I'd cum that easily, Saki?"
"F-Forum Q&As said boyfriends cum fast… A little squeeze, and they're done."
"Others might be quick, not me. Come, Saki, you're used to it now, right? Move more, bigger motions, let me touch your breasts."
"Got it, pervert!"
Scowling, she propped her hands on his knees, baring her chest for him to play with, scooting closer, leaning back slightly to angle herself, rising to pull his soaked shaft halfway out, then slamming down, panting, repeating.
Her stamina was top-tier for a girl, her E-cups bouncing wildly, nipples whipping about, worrying him they'd fly off. The lewd sway of her breasts was matched by her pussy's wet, slurping swallows.
His pubic hair grazed her soft, swollen mound, tangling with her teal fuzz, glued by frothy, frictional fluids, emitting squelch, squelch sounds. Her rear slapped his thighs, each clap louder than the last.
Biting her lip, she stifled lewd moans, like a defiant girl forced to surrender yet drowning in pleasure. He lifted her breasts, sucking her hard nipples like pink chocolate beans.
Not biting or pinching too hard, he surprised her with pleasure. She found her sweet spot, angling each descent to hit it, her cowgirl control shining. Soon, with his breast play, her arms weakened, hugging his neck, trembling, crying, and whimpering, "I'm… going…!"
Her eager womb spasmed, gushing hot tides from her cervix, drenching his froth-coated tip, but his tight fit blocked the flow. He spread her rear, letting the tide wash his shaft and spill onto his legs.
"Climaxed already? Weren't you making me cum?"
Teasing her sensitive back post-climax, she shook her head, but he didn't indulge her, hoisting her by her knees, keeping their union intact, startling her to cling to his neck, legs clamping his waist.
"So deep… Deep…"
Biting her teeth, her post-climax sensitivity amplified the massive intruder, likening it to childbirth—though a baby was thicker.
"Hah…"
His hands hooked her knees, gripping her rear. Taller and curvier, she was heavier than most girls, but his trained strength managed.
Gravity sank her, their parts locked tight, fully buried. Like a koala, she clung to his chest, her rippling, honey-ringed pussy "biting" his shaft like a human-sized fleshlight.
This was the "train bento" position, or ekiben in Japanese. Why the name? He didn't know, only that it was tiring but thrilling.
Rocking her rear, he pulled back as he lifted, drawing out his shaft, then thrust hard as he lowered, syncing draw and thrust, piercing deeper than a bayonet in battle.
"Deep… So deep… Forgive me… Spare me, spare me…"
Each thrust made her clutch his shoulders, brows furrowed, but he ignored her, eyes closed, relishing her pussy's flesh parting under his tip, hitting her lowered cervix, slamming its soft cartilage, dragging out her lewd flesh, squeezing in her lips, fluids splashing, their fierce union clapping relentlessly.
"Gonna die… I'll die… My womb's breaking… Kagura's cock's wrecking it… Please, spare me… Ugh…"
After countless thrusts, her waist numbed, her pussy scalding, her womb writhing. A bottom-up, piercing strike numbed her entirely, her silent, gasping scream escaping as her eyes rolled back, tongue lolling.
Her tides surged, soaking his veiny shaft, her spasming walls squeezing him. Unable to hold back, he lifted her, slammed her down, and erupted, his tip against her cervix.
Her pussy filled instantly with his scalding semen, endlessly flooding her sensitive cervix. Mouth agape, tongue out, she panted like a heat-dissipating dog, unable to speak. Her womb shrank upward under the semen's pressure, yet he kept shooting, her full pussy overflowing, spilling down his sac and her rear onto the rug.
Silently, he thought, Slay the Red Dragon!
The system chimed: "You've severed Saki Kawasaki's Red Dragon."
A kindness—she'd save on tampons, free of periods' hassle.
As things calmed, he slowly withdrew his still-hard shaft. Saki, limp and speechless, couldn't stand. He tossed her onto the bed, slid her to the edge, handed her pillow to clutch, and positioned her oozing rear at the bed's brink.
Kneeling, she hugged the pillow, eyes shut, breathing deeply.
As expected, men love doggy style… This pose is so humiliating, like a bitch in heat… He shot so much… I'm definitely pregnant… Fine, let it be. He'll take responsibility.
But instead of his feared shaft, his fingers came. Standing to her left rear, he licked his right middle and ring fingers, pressed them to her semen-leaking entrance, dripping messily onto the bed's edge. Unfazed, he plunged both fingers deep into her honeypot.
The squeeze forced out his semen, pooling on the sheets, his fingers coated in their mixed fluids. He probed her layered folds, pushing through tight rings, reaching her cervix.
A woman's vagina was miraculous—his nineteen-centimeter shaft reached her cervix, and his shorter fingers did too.
"Swallowing fingers is easy for you now, Saki, right? Here feel good? Or here?"
His right fingers twisted inside, pressing her hot, slick walls, tapping down or flicking up, wreaking havoc in her narrow passage, her toes curling, body trembling.
Shifting right, he licked his left fingertips, leaned down, and grazed her mound's teal fuzz, rubbing her pearl-like clit. Unable to bear it, she pressed her rear, pleading.
But it teased him more. Finding her most sensitive spot—near her cervix, not her G-spot—he tapped rapidly, his left hand flicking her clit's soft flesh.
Soon, she arched, spasming, lips pressed to the pillow, her shameless lower half twitching wildly before him. As he pressed and withdrew, her pussy and urethra sprayed, tides and his semen jetting onto his leg, her urethra's stream soaking the sheets, pausing briefly before spurting again.
Her holy water and tides weakened, sticky semen and fluids oozing from her pussy, flowing past her everted lips to her urethra, mingling with her water, coating her pearl and teal fuzz in white.
"Ugh… Sob…"
Her rear thrust back, lips parting, begging for his shaft. The intense climax left her sobbing, her mind numb, unable to fathom how her sex-ed-only self had become so lascivious in days.
With a few "Cleanse" casts, he restored the room and their bodies, his semen vanished, her pussy pristine—ready for licking, even.
But not now. He rubbed his shaft on her seam, coating it in her fluids like oil on a sausage, then aimed his meat spear at her tight, pink rear.
"No… Not there again… Ugh—!"
Powerless to stop him, she knew agreeing to sex meant surrendering to his whims in bed.
Still, using her rear instead of her pussy, now accustomed to frontal shame, dizzied her with this sudden assault. Blushing, eyes hazy with excitement, she buried her face in the pillow, panting, embracing the beastly thrust.
Thanks to his world's item tweaks, her colon was soft and slick. Her rear, aroused when he licked her pussy under the counter, brimmed with mucus post-spray, hot and writhing, desperate. His insertion quenched her "burning rear."
Slap—!
Thrusting slowly, he spanked her rear hard. She yelped, trembling, enduring the lash. Her large, sexy rear invited slaps, but the shame was her pussy's honey oozing with each hit, splattering his legs like drawn silk.
Initially warm, it cooled quickly, revealing her taste for it. He spanked harder, sometimes kneading, sometimes surprising her with a sudden slap.
Each spank made her colon writhe, his sac slapping her pussy, coaxing more honey from her vibrant lips, coating his legs and hairy sac, drawing countless silky threads.
After over five hundred thrusts, he licked her arched spine, sending shivers. Her "ugh-ah" moans escaped, his bites on her earlobe and tickles on her bony ribs thrilling her, trembling like a mare eager to conceive.
Finally, his hands gripped her full breasts, fingers pinching her nipples as if to snap them. She screamed, muffling herself, her pussy tightening with each breast squeeze. His hips pistoned, thrusting fully each time.
Sensing his climax and hers, he yanked from her chrysanthemum, plunged into her spasming pussy, thrusting hard. She climaxed, love fluids and tides spraying from her cervix, numbing him, but he held back, pulling out to ram her rear again.
Semen expansion—five hundredfold!
Roaring, he gripped her rear, flooding her colon with torrents of semen. Twisting his hips to prolong the spray, his hundred milliliters swelled to five liters, filling her intestines, rushing to her stomach, bloating her belly like late pregnancy.
Her tides soaked the sheets again, leaving her parched, near collapse.
"Hah… Hah…"
Panting, he licked her nape, sprawled on her back.
"Bloated to death… You're a beast…"
She released the pillow, murmuring.
"So, Saki, marry—"
"Absolutely not!"
Burying her face, she hid her crimson cheeks.
No marriage, and it's like this? Married, I'd be his cock's slave.
They went another round, stopping only when her parents returned. After cleaning the room with "Cleanse" and explaining to her parents, it was 9:30 PM. Her father insisted on driving him home, but Kagura declined, calling Nao to pick him up.
That night, Kawasaki sat on the toilet for ages, afraid to fart, lest that sprayed out.