When Misaki lifted the bedsheet, a sweet fragrance wafted through the air. It was an overwhelming scent, so intoxicating that I wondered how something could smell this good. The slight wrinkles in the bedsheet hinted at everyday life, making my throat go dry.
"Come here, Kotaro. Come closer."
"Ah, yes, excuse me..."
Misaki sat cross-legged on the bed and patted the space beside her. Mesmerized by her adorable gesture, I followed her invitation.
"...Wow..."
"Hmm...?"
Misaki shuffled closer and began stroking the bulge in my jeans. She watched Kotaro's flustered breathing and confusion with amusement before pressing her lips to mine.
"Mmm... chu, chum, rel, hap... nfu, Kotaro, you're trembling... chu, chupi... You're so cute, really."
Misaki's words flowed into his mouth. The scent of alcohol mixed with their saliva, swirling and sliding past his tongue. The pleasure of her lips pressing against his as her hands groped at his groin. The act itself was gentle, but a violent surge of blood rushed to Kotaro's lower abdomen.
"Senior, can I take off my clothes?"
"Mm. You can, but... before that, I want you to correct something."
"Huh?"
"Just calling me 'Senior' is a bit impersonal."
"...Should I call you 'Hibiya-san'?"
"What's with that awkward distance? Just call me by my name, come on."
Her cheeks flushed faintly pink as she beckoned him closer with both hands. She was cute, but it annoyed him.
"Gah... Senior Misaki... is that okay?"
"...Fine."
Misaki averted her gaze, trembling. Even her ears were bright red. It seemed to have affected her more than I expected.
"Well then, I'll take these off now, Senior Misaki."
"You're adapting too quickly... Honestly, it's infuriating..." Misaki muttered sullenly.
Groaning inwardly, I stripped off my jacket and T-shirt.
"Whoa..."
Misaki's small mouth gaped, her expression a cute mix of awe and dazedness.
"I'm not particularly athletic, so I'm quite slender."
"No, that's not it at all... It's just... it's so... rugged..."
Misaki, blushing but staring intently, reminded me of a curious child. I thought about saying it aloud, but figured she'd get angry, so I kept it to myself.
"Well then, I'll take these off too."
"O-of course. Go ahead!"
With a wry smile, I watched Senior Hamster's face turn crimson as I pulled down my jeans. My boxer briefs were tighter than I'd ever seen them before.
"Haaaaah... It's so fuzzy... So fuzzy..."
There's a pervert here...
Misaki's eyes widened in surprise, making her look utterly adorable. She wasn't shy about stripping. The best part was watching her charming reactions.
"Well then, last but not least..." he muttered, pulling off his underwear.
"Haaah?!"
The meaty shaft sprang out with a thud, smacking her lower belly. The thick, curved shaft arched upward as if challenging the heavens. Misaki covered her face with both hands, peering at the penis through the gaps between her fingers. How cliché... he thought with a wry smile.
"O-oh, it's so big! Are all men's... like this?"
Kotaro got down on his knees, and Misaki lowered her hands, staring intently at his penis.
"Uh, I'm not really sure... But I think it's bigger than average."
"Have you ever measured it before?"
"...When I was in my third year of middle school."
"With a ruler?"
"...With a ruler."
Kotaro suddenly felt embarrassed. Misaki, oblivious to his flushed face, continued to stare intently.
"Wow...!"
"It's so... thick, hard, and long..."
Misaki stretched out both hands and began stroking his shaft. Her warm fingers slid over him, tsup, tsup, tsup. The tender, loving touch only intensified his pleasure, and pre-cum gushed from his glans.
"Eep...? What's this? Is everything okay?"
"It's called pre-cum... It comes out when you're aroused or feel good..."
"Huh... So that's what it is..."
Misaki's fingertips brushed against the glans, gathering pre-cum on her slender fingers. She then spread the clear liquid over the shaft, murmuring, "Oh, this is so ecchi..."
"...Ngh... There's such a strong smell..."
Misaki sniffed the air curiously.
"Do you dislike it?"
When asked, Misaki's eyebrows curved adorably, and she tilted her head.
"Mm, it's a unique scent, but not unpleasant. Actually, I think I might get addicted to it..."
"Huh?"
She casually dropped such a surprising remark, continuing to sniff the air.
"Senior Misaki... you're being way too erotic."
"Huh...?"
When Kotaro tickled her ear, Misaki's face flushed and trembled. She stared intently at him, her thin lips quivering. Her body, clad in pink, adorable underwear, writhed as she stroked his firm erection.
"Senior Misaki, you're so sensitive, aren't you?"
"Ah, fah... Is that so? But it feels different when I do it myself... Ah!"
"Huh?"
"Uah... Never mind... Eep! What... still... Ahh... Your ears are so sensitive..."
As I probed her ears interrogatively, Misaki gasped huskily, looking like she was about to cry.
Could it be... Senior Misaki is actually an M...?
Even without firsthand experience with women, I'd seen countless depictions of them in manga, videos, and games. Based on that past data, Misaki seemed like an M... a hardcore one, even.
"Ah, ah... K-Kotaro..."
"What is it?"
"Kotaro... Do you really want to... put something so big, thick, and hard... inside me...?"
"..."
The words were whispered in a conspiratorial tone, as if sharing a secret. They struck me like a physical blow to the heart. They were far too intense for someone like me, who had no sexual experience. I felt myself about to collapse, but desperately restrained myself, thinking of Misaki.
"...Yes, that's right. I want to enter you. And very much."
"...Hngh... S-so, you do...?"
Misaki's eyes widened, darting about with a complex expression—partly anxious, partly delighted. Even as they spoke, Kotaro continued to explore her ear while Misaki stroked his shaft.
"...So, let's prepare for that. Senior Misaki, would you lie down for me?"
"U-um... Okay."
Misaki nodded vigorously, her movements charmingly animal-like.
*****
Misaki undid her two small ponytails and flopped onto the bed. Her soft, wavy light brown hair spread gently across the pillow.
"Kotaro? What's wrong?"
"Uh... I just... thought you were really beautiful."
"...Don't say something so pure after showing me something so savage!"
"Ugh..."
I groan at the unexpected retort, but Misaki, her face flushed, turns her head away. She folds her hands over her plump breasts and restlessly rubs her thighs together—a sight that's almost unbearable.
"Well then, I'm going in."
"O-okay. Bring it on..."
Her words and voice don't match at all, and the cuteness makes me smile. I straddle her thighs. Misaki flinches slightly, glances up at Kotaro, then quickly averts her gaze.
"Mmm..."
When I gently stroke her hair, Misaki's voice melts into a sweet, syrupy tone. Her hair is glossy and silky, its softness so unbelievable that I can hardly believe she's human.
"Senior Misaki, you're incredibly cute."
"Hyah... fwah... ah, s-so, is that...? Haaah...!"
I gazed at Senior Misaki with sincere eyes, combing my fingers through her hair, gradually sliding them down toward her ear.
"Ah...? Fwah, hah, fufu... ticklish... Ah, hmmn... Ah, ah..."
Misaki wriggled cutely, her voice gradually melting into a soft moan.
Carefully, carefully...!
I worried endlessly that my trembling hands would give me away.
I was more nervous now than I had been before the short-distance race at the sports festival, or even during my university entrance exams. This was the first time I'd ever seen and touched a member of the opposite sex. No matter how many videos or manga I'd read, now that she was right in front of me, I suddenly didn't know what to do.
But Misaki felt the same way. Just earlier, she'd been trembling when we kissed, and when she touched my cock. We were both terrified by how nervous we were.
"Mmm... Haaah... K-Kotaro, is this really okay...? You won't touch my chest, or... you know, 'down there'...?"
Because of that, I'm being as cautious as possible, trying to ease Misaki's tension. As I do, she seems to sense my feelings and starts being considerate towards me. It makes me so happy I can hardly stand it.
"...I want to savor your body, Senpai, slowly."
My attempt to avoid direct language to put her at ease has somehow made me sound like a pervert. Misaki chuckles and gazes at me warmly.
"...Kotaro, you're so kind. Even if you sound like a hentai."
"Please don't say the second part..."
"It's just the truth, though! Ahh..."
Feeling a little deflated, I continue to gently stroke Misaki's body. Her tension gradually melts away, her form softening beneath my touch.
"Ah, fwaaah, haaah...nnn...!"
His fingers glided over her small ears, smooth cheeks, trembling lips, slender neck, and the graceful line of her collarbone. When he began searching under her arm, Misaki pursed her lips adorably, pouting. He couldn't tell if she was ticklish or aroused.
What should I do next? he wondered, hesitating. Misaki gazed at him, her flushed face dreamy.
"K-Kotaro... You can touch me now... It's just... tingling so much..."
"...Mm... Alright."
Misaki alternated her gaze between her breasts and Kotaro, whispering pleadingly. Her usually rational and clear voice had a syrupy quality that easily dissolved his resolve. He loved her normal voice, but the contrast with her current coquettish tone made him dizzy.
Slowly, he extended his fingers and gently touched the soft mound through her bra.
"Mmm... Huh?! Ah, ah, ah-haah...!"
Whoa, whoa...!
The moment his fingers barely sank in, he knew instantly how incredibly soft and velvety her skin felt. Misaki's reactions intensified dramatically, her slender legs trembling as she rubbed them together, her delicate body shivering.
"Senior Misaki, doesn't it hurt?"
"Mmm, it's fine... Do whatever you want... Ah, ah-haah...!"
As his ten fingers gently explored the fabric of her bra, Misaki's expression melted into pure instinct. She stared ravenously at his fingers, gripped the sheets beside her face, and repeatedly pursed and parted her lips—a shiver of eroticism.
"K-Kotaro... You're leaking so much... Are you excited...?"
"Because you're so cute and sexy, Senior Misaki. That's why I'm like this."
Pre-cum dripped onto Misaki's soft, plump belly. Her thin lips pursed as she listened to Kotaro's response, then gently touched the wetness. The clear, obscene threads stretching between her skin and his fingers made her slender throat bob.
"Senior Misaki, you're so soft..."
"Ah, ah, don't say it, every time... Ah, faaah, haaah, nkuuuu...!"
When his fingers brushed against the soft flesh spilling from her bra, Misaki's moans grew even sweeter. The unbelievable softness returned to its original shape with a soft plop when he withdrew. The exquisite sensation enveloped his entire body in pleasure.
"Ah, ah, nnn, Kotaro, yes, that... I think I... love it... Ah, ah, nkuuu...!"
Misaki placed her hand over his, her mouth half-open as she gazed at him with feverish intensity. Her small hand tightened around his. Can I press harder? he wondered, tightening his grip.
"Ah... Ahhhh! Haaah, ah, ah, ah... Aaaaah...!"
"Senior Misaki, doesn't that hurt? Are you okay?"
"Nnn...! K-Kotaro, that... that way you're touching me... It's not how someone worried about me would touch... Haaah... You can't possibly be...!"
As I asked, the flesh spilling out of her bra rippled, and Misaki protested, writhing sensually.
"This... this is...! Kotaro, you pervert, you dirty pervert... Ah, haaah... Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah...!"
"Ugh...?"
Drool dripped faintly from her half-open mouth as Misaki gripped his thick, throbbing shaft with small, malicious hands. She stroked it rhythmically, as if scolding a junior for her persistent caresses, and smoothed her soft palms over the glans. When Kotaro's hips began to buck uncontrollably, a mischievous grin spread across Misaki's flushed face.
"What, Kotaro? Ahh, I'm feeling... so... so easy... Ahh, haaaah..."
(Senior Misaki... you're way too erotic...!)
Misaki's bewitching smile and lewd moans sent shivers down my spine. She groped my erect cock while thrusting her hips upward in a vulgar motion, as if trying to grind her womanhood against my shaft.
"Can I touch you down there? No... I'm going to touch you anyway."
"Haa... Fuuuaah?!"
When I grabbed her inner thighs and forced her legs apart, the limp Misaki let out a cute little shriek.
"Stop! Stop it! That's embarrassing! Embarrassing, I said...!"
Ignoring Misaki's protests, Kotaro leaned his face close to her lower abdomen and stared intently. A large stain had spread across the crotch of her pink, frilly underwear, creating obscene vertical creases.
"Ugh... this is wet, isn't it? And it smells kind of lewd..."
He sniffed the air, and a thick, sour-sweet odor filled his nostrils. Misaki let out a cute groan: "Ugh?! Ugh, uuuu...!"
"Stop! Stop! Stop it, damn it...!"
Misaki grabbed Kotaro's head with both hands, ruffling his hair. Her voice sounded like she was about to burst into tears, but her resistance lacked conviction.
When he pushed his fingers into the soaking wet crotch of her underwear, Misaki, who had been trying to stop him, flushed crimson and arched her back.
"Nghaaah?! Ah, ugh, no, there, don't, why, how, haaah...!"
(Senior Misaki... she looks utterly blissed out...)
Perhaps due to the earlier foreplay, Misaki's reactions were unusually intense and erotic. Her animalistic panting stirred a wave of sadistic impulses within me.
"Ahhhhh! N-no... no, Kotaro, Kotaro... Ngh! Hnn, hnnnnn!"
I gently pressed my fingers into her lewd creases, stroking them vertically with the pad of my finger, then lightly scratched with my nails. That alone made Misaki's hips buck wildly, as if broken, while the stain on her panties spread slowly. The thick, feminine scent grew even more obscene, and my cock throbbed so hard it felt ready to burst at any moment.
As I gradually moved my light scratching upward, I found a spot that elicited an even more violent reaction from Misaki.
"Ugh... Ugh, no! Don't touch there! My clitoris... Don't touch it! Please, please don't..." Misaki released her grip on Kotaro's head, covering her face and shaking it vigorously. It was a seductive gesture that only served to fuel his sadistic impulses. The fact that she seemed unaware of this was terrifying.
"Senior Misaki, your clitoris... it feels good, doesn't it?"
"Eep! Eep... Yes, it feels amazing..."
"Then I'm going to touch it a lot."
"Haaah?! No, no, no, no... Ahh... Haaaaah!"
Even as Misaki's moans began to take on a bestial quality, he continued to mercilessly and persistently scrape his nails across her clitoris. Gradually increasing the pressure, he searched for the exact intensity that would provoke her most intense reactions.
"Senior Misaki, don't hide your face. Show me."
"Noooo..."
"Show me."
"...Ahhhh..."
After brushing aside her small hands, Misaki was sobbing uncontrollably. The urge to protect her stirred within him, yet at the same time, he wanted to torment her even more.
"Your legs are still spread. Let's continue, shall we?"
"Eep! Hnngh! Nnnngh...!"
Misaki clutched the sheet beside her face, her body jerking spasmodically as if electrocuted. Tears welled in the corners of her eyes as she stared at Kotaro, their gazes locking and intensifying her reactions.
What's this? This feels amazing...
Kotaro never realized he was such a sadist. Watching Misaki, his mouth and fingers moved of their own accord. He was delighted by her pleasure, even as she cried. The way she arched her hips toward him, despite her tears, was endearing. He wanted to utterly destroy her, to make her even more of a mess.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, no, no, stop, stop..."
"What now?"
"I'm... I'm gonna come... I can't hold it anymore..."
"That's fine. Go ahead and come."
"Ah, no, ah, ah, it's so embarrassing... Ah, stop, don't rub it, don't scratch me, hips, stop moving... Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah... Nhaaaaaah!!"
Misaki's willowy waist snapped upward like a spring. Her small body arched back, bow-like, her spine leaving the bed as violent spasms racked her. Before my eyes, a damp patch spread across her pink panties. A massive gush of love juice, enough to make it seem like she'd wet herself. As if remembering gravity, her hips collapsed, and Misaki glared at me, breathing heavily.
"Huff, huff, huff... You... you idiot, Kotaro..."
Misaki whispered tearfully, reaching out her arms. Kotaro leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, and she began stroking his shaft with her small tongue, their tongues intertwining.
"Mmmch, leh, pah, baka, nff... pervert... leh..."
Is she blaming me or acting cute?
Probably both, he thought. Either way, she was so adorable he felt he might faint.
"...Did you not like it?"
He pulled back to ask. He was certain she'd enjoyed it, but that didn't mean she hadn't felt uncomfortable. Misaki blinked at his question, then turned away with a sulky expression.
"...That's a sneaky way to ask."
"Got it. Then I'll continue working hard to make you, Senior Misaki, feel really good."
"...Does 'trying my best' mean you'll keep pestering me like this?"
"It includes that, yes. I want to see more of the expressions you make, Senpai Misaki. If that means doing anything and everything, I'll do it."
"...Kotaro, you've grown up too much, too fast... Is this what guys are like?"
Misaki puffed out her cheeks with a "Hmph..." She looked like a cute little animal, utterly adorable. Her gesture was charming, but the way she kept fiddling with my erect penis during our conversation was a little too ecchi for my taste.
"Senior Misaki, may I ask you to undress?"
"...Mm."
She nodded slightly and muttered, "Still, it's really, really big..." For some reason, she puffed out both cheeks as she stroked her erect penis, almost as if praising it.