started with a text message.
Nothing fancy. No hearts. No emojis.
> "Don't cum inside me tonight. I'm ovulating."
Kenzou stared at the screen in silence.
The words sank into him like warm liquor.
She was warning him. Not because she didn't want it…
But because she knew he wouldn't stop.
And the worst part?
His cock got hard instantly.
---
That night, 10:42 PM, she knocked.
Same knock. Same hush. But when he opened the door—
Ayaka looked different.
Hair tied up.
Loose silk robe, hanging open just enough to show underboob and thigh.
And eyes… filled with something between fear and heat.
"I shouldn't be here tonight," she whispered, stepping inside.
"But I couldn't stay away…"
He said nothing.
Just looked her up and down… then reached between her legs and cupped her slit through the silk.
She gasped. Already warm. Already damp.
"You tell me not to cum in you," he murmured, "and then show up like this?"
"I know… I'm sorry…"
"You're not sorry," he growled.
Her face flushed. "I… I touched myself three times this afternoon…"
He slipped a finger inside her robe and felt bare skin.
No bra. No panties. Nothing underneath.
"Your womb's begging for it," he muttered. "It wants another load."
"No… not tonight," she whispered.
He leaned in close, lips brushing her ear.
"Then why are you already leaking, Ayaka?"
She whimpered.
"F-fuck…"
---
Moments later, she was pinned to his futon.
Legs spread wide, robe discarded, body on full display.
Her fat tits jiggled with every breath. Her nipples were stiff, leaking just a bit from over-stimulation. Her thighs were trembling before he even touched her.
"Last chance," he said, stroking his cock slowly above her.
"Tell me to pull out."
Ayaka bit her lip. Her eyes were locked on his shaft, throbbing with need.
"…I can't say it."
"Say it."
"I… I want you…"
"Want my cock?"
"Yes…"
"Want it inside your fertile little pussy?"
"Yes…"
He slapped her inner thigh.
"Say the whole fucking thing."
"I want your cock inside my fertile pussy, Kenzou-san…"
---
That was enough.
He shoved in—balls-deep in one slow, thick stroke.
"A-AHHHH! FUCK!"
Her walls clenched instantly, her hips jerking off the mat.
That warm, wet heat wrapped around him like a velvet glove, squeezing, milking.
"Fuck—tight again…"
"I'm sensitive—so sensitive—f-fuck—!"
He started slow.
Deep, grinding strokes that hit her cervix.
Every inch of him was buried in her messy cunt.
Her body writhed under him, moaning, trembling, begging for more.
---
After ten minutes, she was a fucking mess.
Legs over his shoulders.
Tits bouncing with every thrust.
Hair stuck to her face.
Pussy soaked, her juices coating his cock like lube.
"Kenzou-san—please—don't cum inside—!"
He didn't answer.
Just slammed deeper, fucking her womb directly.
"No! I'm ovulating—if you cum now—!"
"You came here like this and expect mercy?" he growled.
"Nooo—I'll get pregnant—I'll—!"
"You want it," he hissed, balls slapping her ass.
"You fucking want my baby, don't lie."
She sobbed.
"Yes—I do—I do—but I'm scared—!"
"I'm not."
He rammed in deep. Once. Twice. Balls tightening.
Ayaka screamed, fingernails clawing his back.
"Don't—cum—inside—!"
---
Too late.
He slammed in hard and groaned.
"FUCK—TAKE IT!"
Thick, boiling cum flooded her womb.
Her back arched. Her pussy spasmed.
Her hips bucked wildly as she came with him, milking every drop.
"NOOOO—! It's too much—inside—it's all inside—!"
---
When he pulled out, it was a mess.
A gaping creampied hole, overflowing.
Sticky white globs dripping down her ass, pooling between her thighs.
Ayaka lay there twitching, eyes blank, chest heaving.
"…You did it again…"
Kenzou wiped sweat from his brow.
"Your womb was made for my cum."
She turned her head slowly.
"…If I get pregnant… you'll take responsibility, right?"
He looked down at her soaked pussy, still twitching from the flood of his seed.
"No."
Her eyes widened.
"…W-What?"
"I'm gonna fuck you until you're leaking every hour, Ayaka.
That's what I'll take responsibility for."