"Huh? It's already light..."
When I came to, morning had arrived. It wasn't that I'd fallen asleep late; night had simply passed us by while we were busy.
(I did it four times...)
I was amazed by my stamina and energy. Back in junior high, I'd once jerked off three times in one day, but this was far more intense. I was astonished at how incredibly aroused I'd been by the thought of being with Misaki.
We repeated the missionary position four times. I'd worried we might both get bored, but watching Misaki melt under me, I felt nothing of the sort. I gripped her hips and pistoned relentlessly, pressed our bodies flush together and drove deeper, pouring myself into her again and again.
"Senior Misaki, do you have any plans today? I don't, so if possible, I'd like to just sleep for a while..."
I asked Misaki, who was clinging tightly to me. As I stroked her hair, she looked troubled. Startled by my question, her eyes widened like a cat's. She was adorable.
"Mmm, I didn't feel anything either. Should we...?"
"...What's wrong?"
Her reply was clearly hesitant. Though drowsiness threatened to overwhelm me, I knew I needed to pay attention to this.
"...Kotaro, um, were you really... okay with that?"
"Huh? You mean, did it feel good? It was absolutely amazing."
"...That's not what I meant."
Her cheeks were gently pinched. The way she blushed crimson and averted her gaze made me swoon.
"...Are you really okay with it being me?"
"...What do you mean?"
"Come on... Kotaro has only been at the university for a week! Saying it like that makes it sound like I devoured a freshman the moment they arrived..."
"...You can't deny it."
Her forehead gently bumped against his chest. How cute.
"You still don't know what your university life will be like! There are plenty of things to look forward to, like becoming a shut-in and finding your sole purpose in life by chatting with the delivery girl who brings your online shopping..."
"That example is way too vivid!"
Even as she joked, Misaki's eyebrows softened in genuine concern.
"Kotaro, you still want to have fun, right...?"
Hearing these words, filled with her utmost kindness and consideration, Kotaro...
"...The way you said that makes it sound like we're getting married."
"Ugh!"
Misaki's face flushed crimson in an instant. Kotaro, who had said it himself, also felt his cheeks burn.
"No, that's not what I meant! It's just..." he mumbled, ducking his head into her chest. Thud, thud, thump, thump. She was adorable, but it actually hurt a little. Seeing how much flustered she was—far more than him—Kotaro felt himself calm down a bit. He smiled gently at Misaki.
"There's no problem at all. To be in this kind of relationship with the person I love... I'm honestly stunned, but... I'm happier and more content than I ever imagined."
Misaki's face flushed crimson again. Her mouth opened and closed like a goldfish's. If he offered her an almond, she'd probably pop it into her thin lips and devour it.
"...It's been a whole night. Misaki-senpai, how do you feel about me now?"
"...Huh?! ...Huh!"
Misaki-senpai flushed crimson, like an apple, and grew even flustered. Her eyes darted wildly, but when she realized Kotaro was looking at her with gentle yet earnest eyes, she softly nestled her face against his chest and peeked up at him.
"...That is, being with you is fun, and when we're... you know... I feel incredibly safe and it feels amazing. I think I might want to be with you even more..."
Why is she using formal language?
Her stammering words made her utterly adorable.
"...So, to summarize?"
"...I like you, Kotaro."
It felt like a sudden blow to the head, followed by a giant hand squeezing my heart.
Even among all the unbearable words and gestures Misaki had given me since last night, these words and this expression were the absolute best.
"...I'm so happy, I feel like I might burst."
"Will you get big if you're too happy, Kotaro?"
"This is a physiological reaction..."
Perhaps trying to hide her embarrassment, she began stroking her erect penis. Her cheeks flushed crimson, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.
"...Misaki-senpai, will you go out with me?"
"...Yes...!"
Her small body wilted, and she buried her face in Kotaro's chest. The way she clutched her hands tightly in front of her chest was utterly adorable.
"You said earlier, 'You still want to keep playing, don't you?' But we can play together as much as we want. You're still a second-year, Misaki-senpai. Let's try all sorts of things."
"...When you say it, it sounds so vulgar."
"It probably does contain a lot of vulgar meaning."
His cock was gripped tightly. Thin lips moved sensuously.
"Kotaro, that conversation just woke me up."
"What a coincidence. Me too."
They chuckled softly.
"Ugh..."
When he tickled her ear, Misaki squirmed, looking troubled.
"...Misaki-senpai, may I ask you to get on all fours?"
"Huh? Oh, uh... sure..."
Misaki's eyes widened at Kotaro's suggestion. She hesitated before getting on all fours. When he moved behind her, she shifted her hips bashfully, making it difficult to get a proper look.
"U-um... Don't look too much..."
"Your buttocks are incredibly beautiful, Misaki-senpai."
He received a sharp kick from behind. Are you a horse? he almost retorted.
"You pervert! Should I stick my butt out more?"
Despite her scolding, she seemed surprisingly willing to accommodate him.
"Alright then, please do," Misaki replied, blushing but defiantly thrusting out her hips.
So incredibly erotic...
I was secretly moved.
Through the thin fabric of her dress, I could see her plump, round buttocks. Just last night, she was still a virgin, but after dozens of climaxes, her lower abdomen now twitched obscenely. As I stroked her hips and gazed down, semen began to seep slowly from her vaginal opening.
I can even see her anus.
Above her spasming genitals, nestled in the center of radiating creases, was her small, sepia-toned anus. It pulsed slightly with each of Misaki's breaths.
I shouldn't touch it suddenly, or she'll get angry... I thought, deciding to enjoy this first rear-entry position instead.
"Mmm...hnn..."
As I pressed my cock against her labia, a lewd squelch filled the air. A troubled moan escaped Misaki's lips.
"I'm going in now..."
"Ah...yes...haah...!"
As I slowly thrust my hips forward, the soft, pliant vaginal walls gradually engulfed my engorged, veiny shaft with a series of wet, sucking sounds: schup, schup-schup-schup... The pressure felt different from when we were in the missionary position. The fact that I could see Misaki-senpai's anus while her pussy was swallowing my cock also excited me.
"Are you okay, Misaki-senpai?"
"Ah... yeah, I'm fine... Actually, this is... too good... It feels so good... mmh... mmf..."
Misaki took my entire length into her mouth, her sweat-glistened back shivering. Her voluptuous body writhed as she tightened around my shaft, savoring every inch.
"W-wait, Misaki-senpai, that's too much...! Ugh..."
"Haaaah... Hehe, Kotaro, does that feel good...? mmh... mmh..."
Misaki seemed pleased by Kotaro's feelings. She turned her head slightly, her plump buttocks grinding against him. When Kotaro tightened his grip on her hips, she smiled with a hint of masochistic pleasure.
"Misaki-senpai, I'm moving..."
"Mmm, I know... Ah, haah, haaah..."
As he slowly began to move, Misaki's voice suddenly turned syrupy sweet. Her round buttocks slapped against his thighs with wet smacks—pech, pech, pita, bita. The thick shaft slid out of her, coated in her abundant fluids.
"Hah, ah-ha, I love this... Ah, ah, ah, haaah..."
Oh, so erotic...
Misaki's hips moved in rhythm with his thrusts. Occasionally, she arched her back with a soft groan, her body trembling like a wolf's distant howl. Each time she seemed to reach climax, her muscles clenched tightly around his hardness.
"Haaah... Haaah... Kotaro, I'm sorry, I can't move anymore..."
"Huh? Oh! Are you okay?!"
Misaki collapsed forward, her upper body going limp. The position, with only her large, round buttocks protruding, was somehow even more indecent than being on all fours.
"Mmm... I'm just tired. It's fine. Keep going...?"
"...Ugh, alright."
With her hips swaying gently and her voice dripping with honey, I couldn't stop. My fingers, spread wide, dug into her soft buttocks as I pistoned my cock in and out, thud, thud.
Ugh... This might be too much for me too...
My body suddenly hit its limit. We'd been thrusting against each other nonstop without a break, so this was inevitable.
After a satisfying plop, I apologized sheepishly to Misaki.
"Misaki-senpai... I'm sorry. I'm a little drained too."
"Mm, I see. ...Then let's just lie here together."
"Huh?"
"Just leave it in. Come on."
Misaki gradually lowered her hips. Panicking but unwilling to withdraw, Kotaro kept himself inside her as he lowered his hips with hers. When he was straddling her thighs, she beckoned him with a hand. "Come on, Kotaro, lie down too." She pulled him on top of her, and he was enveloped in an overwhelming sense of happiness.
"We'll wash it later anyway, so let's just cover ourselves with the quilt," Misaki said. Kotaro draped the quilt over them both.
"Isn't it heavy, Misaki-senpai?"
"Mmm, it's heavy, but I kinda like it."
"What's this position called?"
"...Sleeping Back."
"...Where did you even learn something so obscene?"
"...Girls have our ways."
What a convenient phrase... Kotaro thought with a wry smile as he slipped an arm under Misaki's armpit. He gripped her slender shoulders firmly and began to sway his hips slowly.
"Ah, ah, ah-haah... This feels so good too..."
Misaki's voice melted into a moan. The lazy thrusting was devoid of intensity, savoring the lewd, slick sensations of nuru, nukko, nukko.... Burying his face in the nape of her neck was almost unbearable.
"Hey! Don't sniff me like that!"
"You smell wonderful."
"Idiot... Ah, ah, ah, ah..."
A faintly sweet scent mingled with sweat, carrying the raw, feminine aroma of her. Lost in the intoxicating scent of Misaki's womanhood, he drifted lazily toward climax.
"Kotaro, are you about to come? I can feel you twitching."
"Yes... I'm about to. How about you, Misaki-senpai?"
"Mmm, I'm close too."
Misaki turned her head, her thin lips adorably pouting. He brushed them with a light kiss, then ground his hips against her.
"Mmmch, luh, hap... Mmm, mmm, mmm... Kotaro."
"...Yes?"
"...I love you."
Her long eyelashes trembled as she gazed at me with teary eyes. My heart swelled pleasantly, suddenly reaching its limit.
"Uwaaaah... Huh?"
Dop, dop, dop-dop-dop... A torrent of semen flooded into her, eliciting a cute, dazed moan from Misaki.
"Ugh... M-Misaki-senpai, that's... too much...!"
Misaki's small body trembled as her plump, round buttocks clenched tightly. Her vagina contracted rhythmically around me, driving me to the brink. Even without moving my hips, the pulsating contractions during ejaculation were almost unbearable.
"Ah, ah... Hehe, this is my revenge for turning me into such an ecchi body."
She turned back with a mischievous grin, tightening her muscles around me in rhythmic squeezes. Kyuuum, kyuuum... She was both adorable and erotic, erotic and adorable.
"Ah... Ah... Nngh..."
"Stop... Don't stir it up... Ah, ah, nnngh...!"
As I slowly thrust my slick cock back inside her, as if pouring the last drops of myself into her, Misaki's legs began to kick wildly. Eventually, her firm buttocks clenched tightly around me, and her slender legs shot straight out.
"Hah... Hah... Haaaah... That felt so good..."
After the waves of their climaxes had subsided, Misaki whispered in a voice thick with exhaustion. I stroked her soft, sun-kissed hair, and her eyes narrowed into slits like a cat basking in the sun on a porch.
"Senior Misaki, even when you're sweaty, you smell even better."
"Shut up, pervert!"
Her retort is sharper than I expected.
Despite her harsh words, her voice carried amusement as she wiggled her plump buttocks. Her playful attack was so adorable I nearly swooned. The slick, sweaty slide of our bodies against each other was almost unbearable.
We basked in the afterglow for several minutes before finally parting. The sight of my softened member sliding out of her entrance with a wet squelch was undeniably lewd.
"Eep... Kotaro, you're such a beast!"
Misaki teased, watching the semen trickle out of her quivering entrance. Her expression, however, was dreamy and flushed, her hand gently stroking her abdomen—a sight that made my heart race, imagining a woman in that state.
"Misaki-senpai..."
"Mmm? What is it? Oh, what's wrong?"
When I embraced her and pressed her down, Misaki returned the embrace playfully, stroking my back.
"Misaki-senpai, I really love you. I love you so much."
"...That's way too straightforward... It's cheating!"
But then, well, um... she stammered, her fingers gently stroking my back.
"Um... so... nice to meet you?"
Misaki gave a shy, dimpled smile. It was the most radiant grin I'd ever seen, like a sunflower blooming.
"...Yes, nice to meet you too."
We exchanged smiles, then kissed.
"Haaah, let's just sleep first. No, wait, we're sweating too much... I should shower first. Kotaro, you go ahead and take one."
"Oh, how manly of you... Why don't we shower together?"
"...Maybe another time. You'd just try to get all frisky."
"I would."
"..."
"Ugh!"
Her cheeks were gently pinched. Misaki flushed crimson, looking utterly adorable.