The light brown hair, firmly grasped, was damp with a sheen of sweat. Misaki's eyes darted around anxiously as she stared intently at the shaft, coated in a sticky mixture of semen and saliva. Her soft breasts, though untouched, were already hardened at the tips.
"Misaki-senpai, open your mouth."
"U... um... ngh... mm..."
Gently parting her small lips, I thrust the glans inside. It felt almost like inserting it into a vagina. The heat of her mouth enveloped my cock, its slickness swallowing me whole. A wave of pleasure, tinged with fear, surged from the soles of my feet up my spine.
"Mmm... fuh... oh... nmm... fuuu..."
Misaki tilted her head back, struggling to take me deeper. When she'd swallowed half of my length, she reached her limit, looking up with a pained expression. Slowly, I withdrew the shaft before plunging it back in.
"Mmm... Nngh, nmm, nrr, nfuuu...!"
In sync with Kotaro's thrusts, Misaki rhythmically moved her head up and down. The slick, wet sounds—nuru, nuryu, nyur—surrounded her, the raw pleasure making her shudder.
Misaki-senpai looks like she's in pain...
Tears welled in her cat-like eyes, but her hands stroked Kotaro's hips as if searching for comfort. Her expression was strange—she seemed both vulnerable and defiant, as if she wanted to be protected yet also wanted to be tormented.
"Nnchuu, nrr, nfuuu... Mmm, mm, mm..."
Despite the masochistic situation, Misaki's expression gradually softened into a trance-like state. It seemed as though she was enjoying this. The bed creaked with each of Kotaro's movements.
"Nnchuu, heaaah...?"
Kotaro gently stroked her ear, and her voice, deep in fellatio, softened. Her voluptuous body went limp, muscles melting.
"Ugh...?!"
Misaki reached for support around Kotaro's hips but lost her balance and fell backward. Unable to pull his shaft from her mouth, he stumbled in place. She quickly braced herself against the wall behind her, collapsing against it. Misaki ended up lying flat on her back, with Kotaro kneeling over her, straddling her face.
"Are you okay, Misaki-senpai? Let me pull out for a second...!"
Panicking, he tried to pull back, but Misaki, her face pressed against his thigh, lazily began to lick him. The lewd sensation sent a shiver up his spine.
"Mmm, chup, slurp, nfuuu..."
Misaki gazed up at him with feverish, vacant eyes. She placed her hands on his hips and began to gently caress him.
"...Is this really okay?" I asked, my heart churning. Instead of nodding, Misaki licked her glans sensuously. Her expression and oral ministrations seemed to revel in cruelty. Before I could even think, I lifted my hips and roughly grabbed her small head.
"Mmm... Gah... Oh... Nnngh..."
I began slow, deliberate thrusts, treating her mouth like a vagina. Tears welled in Misaki's eyes as she swallowed my thick cock, her small tongue slickly coating the glans and shaft.
"Senior Misaki... you're really a masochist, aren't you?"
"...H?! ...H!"
At Kotaro's words, she frantically shook her head in the cramped space. Her soft inner cheeks rubbed against my shaft, sending electric pleasure through me, making my hips buck uncontrollably.
"Is that true? You're not just pretending?"
"...H?! ...H!"
She nodded slightly, gazing at him as if pleading. Her eyes, clear and tear-filled, made him want to ravish this beautiful, adorable, wonderful senior even more—want to utterly destroy her. Through his interactions with Misaki, parts of himself he'd never known were gradually being dragged to the surface.
"So, you wouldn't like this, would you?"
As he spoke, he thrust two fingers into Misaki's ears, forcing his thick cock deep into her throat.
"Ooh... Ahh..."
Misaki's eyes widened, her body trembling violently. Gasping for breath, she bravely looked up at Kotaro, her tongue lazily sliding out to lick at him.
"Don't you hate it?"
When he asked, Misaki averted her gaze, embarrassed. Her cute reaction softened his expression, and the hand that had been probing her ear moved to the soft peak of her breast.
"Ngh... Nnnk, fff, nnnk...!"
Misaki's nipples were already swollen and erect with arousal. When Kotaro gently rubbed the sides of her breasts with the pads of his fingers, her body arched back like a bow with a sharp gasp.
"Does this make you feel good, Misaki-senpai? You're such a masochist after all."
"Ngh! Ngh...!"
Misaki frantically shook her head from side to side. Yet she desperately worked her tongue inside her mouth, tenderly stroking Kotaro's hand as he teased her nipple. She seemed desperate to deny her masochistic nature, but her actions screamed the opposite.
"Guess you're not a masochist after all. Should I stop doing such cruel things, then...?!"
As he teased, deliberately pulling his erect cock out of her mouth, Misaki suddenly lifted her head and latched on again. The ridge of his glans was trapped between her soft lips as she dragged him back in.
"Mmmfuu... juur... jup... nnn... nmmfuuuu...!"
"Y... you...!"
Kotaro's sadistic instincts flared as his lover glared at him defiantly, licking his shaft. He grabbed Misaki's hair roughly and began pounding into her rhythmically, brutally.
"Ogh... nng... juur... nguu... nnn... fuuuu...!"
Misaki's body convulsed wildly. But this wasn't resistance against Kotaro; she seemed burned by the mixture of pain and pleasure. Her hips bucked, her thighs trembled, and she sometimes stiffened with spasms. When he realized she was climaxing from the throat-fuck, his thrusts quickened even more.
"Haa, haa, haa, haa... Misaki-senpai, I'm gonna come... I'm gonna come hard...!"
"Nngh... nng... nmmfuu...!"
Misaki's eyes fluttered as she playfully smacked Kotaro's buttocks, then suddenly pulled him into a tight embrace. Her actions were conflicted, as if she wanted to resist yet eagerly accept.
"Mmmf, mmm, mmmf... mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm..."
As he thrust rhythmically, Misaki's eyes glazed over. She lovingly stroked his buttocks while pursing her lips to clamp down on the glans.
"Senpai... Misaki-senpai... I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming...!"
Surrounded by a soft, comforting pleasure, white semen bubbled up from his testicles. He thrust deep, grinding his glans against the back of Misaki's throat as he emptied a torrent of semen into her.
"Mmmf, gup, mmmf... mmm, eoh, mmm... mmm, mmmf, mmmf...!"
Her sweat-damp, voluptuous body trembled as she strained to swallow the thick white fluid. She looked up at Kotaro with a dreamy, almost trance-like expression.
"Ugh... Huh? Misaki-senpai, you don't have to suck so hard... Oh, ah...!"
After climaxing and regaining his composure, Kotaro hastily pulled back, overcome with guilt. But Misaki tightened her lips as if refusing to let him escape, slowly bobbing her head up and down. Still enveloped in the pleasant sensation, he emptied his urethra completely, drop by drop, with a series of shhhk, shhhk, shhhk.
"..."
When Misaki's grip finally loosened, he finally withdrew his "meat spear." He sat beside her limp, small body and peered into her face.
"Are you okay, Misaki-senpai? I'm sorry, I went too far..."
"Mmm... I'm fine. I'm not some hardcore masochist or anything. Actually, stop rubbing my belly... It's giving me goosebumps..."
Misaki, her forehead resting on her arm, panted heavily, glaring resentfully at Kotaro's hand kneading her soft belly.
"I don't know how to put it, but Misaki-senpai twitching when I stroke her... it's just so cute."
"...Kotaro, are you being considerate of me? Or do you just want to ravish me?"
"...Both, I suppose."
"...You cruel, bespectacled beast."
I actually stopped wearing glasses in high school, though...
What a terribly wicked character she is, I thought.
"Shall we take a break for now?"
"Mmm... yeah, I guess... Hey, stop rubbing my belly... Don't stroke my thighs..."
As I caressed Misaki's skin with both hands, she squirmed restlessly, her sultry movements making my cock stiffen again. Misaki flinched in surprise.
"Shall we take a break for now?"
"Wha—?!"
I gripped the backs of Misaki's knees, spreading her glistening, slick folds apart. Parting her pale pink labia with the glans of my cock, Misaki's face flushed crimson, her lips pressed into a thin line.
"K-Kotaro, haven't you gotten a little... more beastly lately...?!"
"...I think so too, but since Misaki-senpai hasn't protested at all, I've gotten a little carried away. If you really don't want this, please say so. I'll stop immediately."
"...The way you say 'really' is what's so sneaky, Kotaro."
"Is it, though?"
Just as Kotaro was about to thrust in, he suddenly realized something.
"Come to think of it, I forgot the condom again... I'm sorry."
He released Misaki's hand, bowed his head apologetically, and she smiled awkwardly. She sat up and gently patted his head.
"You're such a goof. It's okay. I have emergency contraception prepared. We used it last time too."
"R-really? Thank you."
"Darling, calm down!"
Mmmph! Misaki let out a cute groan, spread her legs herself, and began stroking her half-erect shaft. She guided its tip toward her vaginal opening.
"Didn't Kotaro just say it? I would never do anything I truly don't want to," she murmured bashfully, rubbing the glans against her warm, dewy petals. The goosebump-inducing gesture and lewd sensation made her shaft throb and tighten.
"...I understand. Let's do it plenty of times."
I gripped the back of Misaki's knees again, gently stroking her small ears as I whispered. Her cat-like eyes melted into a soft, mushy smile. As we gazed at each other, I slowly thrust forward, and my rock-hard cock slid smoothly into her generously slickened folds.
"Ah... Haaaaah... So big...!"
Misaki tilted her head back, letting out a thick, labored breath. As if asserting her desire to touch Kotaro even more, she gently clasped his hand, which was resting on the back of her knee.
"Misaki-senpai... you're truly adorable."
"Ugh, don't say that now!"
Misaki smacked Kotaro's head and beckoned him closer. Bending down, she softly pressed her lips against his.
"Mmm, fuh, mmm, mmm, mmm..."
Their tongues intertwined as she drew him closer, wrapping her legs around his waist.
"Misaki-senpai, you're too cute, too erotic... I feel like I'm about to faint."
"Heh heh, really? Well, I might actually pass out from sheer physical exhaustion."
"Shall we try it?"
"Don't just casually say something so scary! What, were you born into an assassination family or something, Kotaro?"
"I was raised by perfectly ordinary parents—a salaryman and a full-time homemaker."
"You don't have to answer seriously... Ah, nnnngh...!"
As he slowly began to move his hips, his calm voice softened into a husky moan.
Today, I'm going to find an even cuter side of Misaki-senpai.
Burrowing his face into the slender curve of her neck, Kotaro let his mind wander to the intense moments to come.