"Mmm...hnn..."
When Kotaro gently touched her thigh, Misaki, who had been leaning against him, let out a sensual sigh. His fingers sank into the soft, plump flesh.
"Kotaro, your touch is so... naughty."
"Ugh...!"
Misaki whispered mischievously into his ear, her small hand tracing the line of his thigh. Her movements were far more rational and alluring compared to Kotaro's instinctive touch. She straightened her index finger and slowly slid it from the kneecap toward the groin.
"Even Misaki-senpai... you're incredibly naughty."
"Is that so? How could I be...? Nngh...!"
As Kotaro pulled her close and kissed her, Misaki's sweet voice resonated in his skull. Her forearm, cradled in his right hand, felt impossibly delicate and soft for a human's.
"...Nn, chu, hau, Kotaro...! Chu, chupi... Nfuuu...!"
As Kotaro savored the sensations of her forearm and thigh, Misaki flicked her slender tongue out from between her pale lips to trace the crease of his mouth. His tongue intertwined with hers as they slid their mucous membranes together with a wet schlick.
"Mmm... Huh? Ugh... Misaki-senpai..."
Misaki's hand smoothly moved from his groin to his swollen lower abdomen, where she unzipped his jeans. Her slender fingers gently stroked the underside of his penis through his boxer briefs.
"Kotaro... you're so big again today. Can you really... put this huge... penis... inside me?"
Misaki's whisper sent shivers down his spine. A faint blush of shame colored her cheeks as she spoke, her words and gestures so adorably seductive he felt dizzy.
"...Yes. I'll be putting it in you multiple times today. Brace yourself."
"...The walls here are so thin, aren't they?"
"Exactly. That's why Misaki-senpai has to keep her voice down no matter how much she's enjoying it."
"...That might just make me feel it more. Can't I just give in and moan?"
"No, we don't want anyone else hearing Misaki-senpai's voice."
"...Hngh."
Misaki's expression shifted to something complex, somewhere between a smirk and a serious look.
"Kotaro, you're such a sneaky guy..." she murmured, reaching for the buttons on Kotaro's jacket. She undid them one by one, from top to bottom, then smoothly helped him out of it.
"Kotaro, you might be the type who looks thinner in clothes. Normally you just seem like a scrawny guy in glasses with mediocre grades."
"I don't wear glasses, I have decent muscle tone, and I managed to get into university, thank you very much."
That's like being punched by a solid lump of prejudice.
"Alright, spill it. You're really just a sadistic glasses-wearer, aren't you? You're head over heels for Senpai!"
"Everything except the 'glasses' part is true."
"..."
The blushing hamster lowered her head. How cute.
"Seriously... always catching me off guard like that..."
She grumbled adorably while gently stroking Kotaro's chest. As he closed his eyes, savoring the pleasant sensation, Misaki suddenly looked up with a mischievous grin. Wondering what she was up to, he tilted his head, only to feel her lightly poke his nipple through his T-shirt.
"Ugh...!"
His nipple twitched, and her smirk widened into a triumphant grin, like a child delighted by a successful prank.
"You're still as cute as ever, Kotaro... Mmm..."
In one swift motion, she flipped up his T-shirt, her eyes softening as she latched onto his nipple with a gentle suck.
"Ugh... Mmm... Misaki... Senpai..."
"Mmm... Mmmf... Chup... Chupi... Lel... Does this feel good?"
Her tongue had been slithering over me, but now she's jabbing me with the tip, like a cuckoo. My body jerks with each thrust, and her cat-like eyes narrow in delight—genuine delight.
"Heh... Your penis is even bigger than before, Kotaro."
Her voice, now less shy and more sultry, whispers as she strokes my shaft.
"Huh...? Ah! Hey! Stop! Ah... Anh..."
When I squeeze Misaki's plump breasts with the hand I was using to stroke her, Senpai's voice turns syrupy sweet. My fingers ripple across her soft cleavage, making the valley between her breasts sway gently.
"You're so sensitive, Misaki-senpai. It's like no matter what I do, you feel it."
"Ah... N-no, don't... Ahh... N-no... Ah... Stop..."
As I pressed my fingers against her nipples, Misaki's eyes glazed over. Her body, pressed tightly against mine, trembled violently. I felt the heat between our skin intensify.
"T-that's... You're being so naughty, Kotaro... Eep?!"
I caught a glimpse of her neck and instinctively latched onto it, eliciting a sweet, breathy gasp from Misaki. She quickly covered her mouth with her hand and glanced at the wall. The neighbors had gone quiet, and I couldn't even tell if anyone was still in the room.
"S-stop... Don't suck so hard on my neck..."
Misaki's voice seeped into my ear, sending a pleasant shiver down my spine. I trailed my lips across her soft skin, teasing her with the tip of my tongue, and her small body trembled violently. A stray hair brushed against my lips; I brushed it away with my finger and kissed her neck again.
"Stupid... If you keep that up, you'll leave a kiss mark..."
Miyazaki chided softly, gently stroking Kotaro's hair.
"You can't leave a kiss mark?"
"Ugh... No, I mean... It can't get discovered yet..."
"Just say it's a bug bite."
"Would that even work?"
"I'm sure it'll be fine."
"Really...?" Kotaro asked anxiously, gazing at Miyazaki with innocent eyes. As their lips met, Miyazaki tenderly stroked his shaft.
"...I'm sorry about that. Really, I want to boldly say, 'Go ahead and leave as many kiss marks as you like!' but..."
"U-um, saying it like that makes me feel like I should hold back... But I understand, don't worry."
"Ah..."
With a gentle smile, I kissed her neck again. I sucked deliberately, my tongue swirling and probing.
"Ah, ah... Misaki-senpai... Shouldn't we take off our clothes...?"
"You're right. Ah, Misaki-senpai, there's something I need to ask..."
"Hmm? What is it?"
As I leaned close to her small ear and whispered, Misaki's face flushed crimson.
"My junior is becoming more perverted by the minute..."
Misaki's hasty, embarrassed glance away was unbearably adorable.
× × ×
A few minutes later, the two of them sat side by side on the edge of the bed. Kotaro was completely naked, while Misaki, still wearing her dress, was unfastening her two adorable braids. Though clothed, the curves of her voluptuous body were more vividly apparent than before.
"Ugh... isn't this some kind of mild exhibitionism game...?"
"I suppose it is."
Misaki folded her hands over her chest, squirming with embarrassment.
She was still wearing her dress, but she had removed her underwear—pink, frilly bra and panties that matched the dress. The shorts were soaked through with a dark stain. As Kotaro stared, Misaki's face flushed crimson, and she scolded him.
"Kotaro... you're being so indecent!"
"Stop saying that, you dummy..."
Kotaro gulped, his erect cock springing taut. Misaki's dewy mounds were tilted toward the ceiling, their peaks bulging against the thin fabric of her dress. The sensual curve from her back to her buttocks was almost unbearable.
"You idiot, Kotaro... You're getting too excited..."
She shot her sadistic junior a playful glare, then gently stroked his shaft.
"Ugh..."
He twitched his hips, and Misaki swallowed hard, her slender throat bobbing. Her fingers began to knead his scrotum.
"Kotaro... Did you... you know... yesterday?"
"Yeah, I did."
"And yet you're already so full again?"
"That's just how I get around you, Misaki-senpai."
"Ugh..."
Despite her embarrassment, the way her small palm cupped his testicles, kneading them softly, was driving him crazy.
"I'm going to touch you," she murmured softly.
Misaki curled up and leaned against Kotaro. Mesmerized by her adorable gesture, he slipped his arms under her armpits and began kneading her breasts with both hands.
"Ugh...!"
This time, the softness surrounding his fingers was even more yielding than before. Misaki's long eyelashes trembled as she gazed up at him with feverish eyes.
"K-Kotaro... Could I... use the washing machine later?"
"Huh? Of course, but why... Oh."
As he glanced down at her fidgeting inner thigh, he noticed a faint stain spreading across her pink dress.
"If you keep touching me like this, Kotaro, I'll get all wet..."
"..."
Her breathy whisper in his ear sent a scorching thrill coursing up his spine.
"...Yes, I'll get thoroughly soaked."
"Eep?"
I muttered something softly and moved behind Misaki, who gave a cute little startle. I tugged at her gently, pulling her to the edge of the bed where she leaned against the wall, her small body trembling. I smoothly lowered the shoulder strap of her dress, revealing her firm, dewy breasts that bounced softly.
"Ugh...!"
I kneaded her breasts a little rougher than usual, and Misaki's thin lips pursed as she shuddered violently.
"Misaki-senpai... please try to hold back your moans."
"Mmm... mmm... ugh...!"
I hugged her petite body from behind, two sizes smaller than mine, and squeezed her full breasts so plump they spilled over my spread palms.
"Nnnn...! No, Kotaro, no... I can't... I can't take this...!"
Tears welled in the corners of Misaki's eyes as she shook her head.
"Mmm... ugh...?!"
Even so, when he mercilessly pinched her nipple, Misaki immediately covered her mouth with her hand and spread her plump legs into a sharp V-shape. She trembled violently, her inner thighs clamping down on the fabric of her dress as a damp stain slowly spread.
"Did you come, Misaki-senpai?" he asked, deliberately stroking her nipple with the pad of his finger.
"Ngh, ugh, y-you idiot... You know exactly what you're doing, don't you...? Ah, no, don't, I can't... I'll make a sound... I can't hold it back...!"
Misaki covered her mouth with one hand and placed the other on top of Kotaro's. Though she kept saying "stop," she made no real attempt to halt his movements, merely stroking his hand restlessly.
"Your dress is soaking through, Misaki-senpai. Look."
"...! ...!"
He flicked his finger at the damp fabric caught between her thighs, and Misaki shook her crimson face violently from side to side.
"Ugh, mmm, ngh, ugh...!"
I buried my face in the nape of Misaki's neck, meticulously stroking her nipple. Her sweat-damp skin clung to her light brown hair, and the raw, mingled scent of sweetness and sweat filled my nostrils.
"Ugh... K-k-no... Why are you tormenting me like this, making me so big...?" Misaki whispered tearfully, her hips bucking rhythmically, grinding the shaft pressed against her back. Pre-cum dripped from the glans, coating her feverish back.
"Because Misaki-senpai is just too damn sexy and cute. I'm gonna touch you back, too."
When I slipped my right hand under the skirt of her dress, it was so hot and slick I thought she'd had an accident.
"Ugh...?!"
As my fingers brushed her soft folds, Misaki's legs began to kick wildly.
"No, no, no, not there, not now, don't touch me... I really have to keep quiet... Ngh...!"
Kotaro buried his middle finger deep within her folds, eliciting a sharp gasp from Misaki. She immediately pressed her lips to his ear, her tongue sliding against his skin as if trying to prevent even a whisper from escaping.
"Your pussy is so wet, Misaki-senpai."
"Don't say that... Ugh... Ah, ah, Kotaro's fingers... they're so rough... Ngh...!"
As he thrust his middle finger deeper, Misaki's hands fluttered beside her breasts, her voice melting into his ear. The heat of her womanhood enveloping his finger and the sound of her lover's moans flowing into his ear nearly made him climax, even though he wasn't being touched directly.
"N-no, no, no, don't move it! Ah, no, no, no, no...!"
Kotaro thrust his middle finger deep inside her, pressing it against her soft vaginal walls. Misaki squeezed his hand between her thighs, her muscles clenching around his finger in a raw, almost involuntary spasm. Her skin flushed even hotter.
"Misaki-senpai, I'm so happy you're enjoying this so much."
"Hah... hah... you idiot... it's so hard to hold back my moans...!" Misaki gasped, her breathing ragged as she scolded him playfully.
"I know. So, would you like to peel the skin off yourself next? Right here."
"Huh? ...Here?"
Kotaro pointed at her clitoris. In stark contrast to his smug grin, Misaki's flushed face twitched unnaturally.
"Yes. I want you to peel it off for me, while I rub it and tease you inside."
"...How am I supposed to keep quiet?"
"Let's kiss a lot."
"...You pervert...!"
Her adorable cursing, coupled with her refusal to say "no," only fueled my sadistic tendencies.
Misaki cautiously lifted her dress's skirt, and a thick, sweet-sour odor wafted through the air.
"Ugh... I'm way too aroused..." Misaki murmured, her ears flushing crimson as she slowly reached down to her lower abdomen. She placed her fingers on either side of the skin covering her clitoris, then gently slid them upward. A pale pink pearl peeked out.
"Thank you... Then, I'll proceed."
I whispered in her ear, and Misaki-senpai turned slightly, pressing her lips against mine. I inserted my index finger into her vaginal opening, spreading her inner walls with two fingers, while my free hand's thumb gently stroked her clitoris.
"Ngh...!"
Misaki's eyes widened, her body stiffened abruptly, and violent spasms wracked her frame. A gush of love juice erupted, soaking Kotaro's wrist.
Squelch, squish, squelch, squish...
"Mmmfuuu...! Mmmfuuu...!!"
Even before the afterglow of her climax had faded, Misaki's lips were pressed together as she let out muffled moans as I continued to caress her inner walls and clitoris. She was too overwhelmed to even entwine our tongues, her thin lips clenching tightly around mine.
"...Pfft. Misaki-senpai, you're really enjoying this, aren't you?"
As if to prevent another moan from escaping, Misaki quickly pressed her lips against mine again.
"...Hngh, pfft, Kotaro, stop, this... it's too much, too good... I'm gonna lose it... Stop, please, I'm gonna lose it..."
Misaki's beautiful face was contorted into a tear-streaked mess, sending a shiver down my spine. Despite her tearful pleas, her voluptuous buttocks swayed seductively, begging for more caresses—a sight so provocative it nearly undid me.
"Go ahead," I urged. "Let yourself feel even better."
"No! No! It's scary... It feels too good... It's terrifying... No, no, no, no... I'm gonna... I'm gonna... I'm gonna... Ohhh... Ngh... Nnnngh... Ahh... Ahh... Ahh..."
She shook her head wildly like a tantrum-throwing child, then suddenly pressed her lips to mine. Her inner thighs clamped shut, her back, which had been pressed intimately against Kotaro, arched sharply away. Her vaginal muscles nearly tore my fingers off as violent waves of climax surged through her small body again and again.
"...Hah, hah... hah... hah... hah... Kotaro... Kotaro... Ahh..."
With her fingers still buried deep inside her, Misaki-senpai began to sway her hips slowly, whispering in a syrupy voice. Her expression, melted by waves of overwhelming shame and pleasure, was infinitely lewd yet infinitely adorable.
"Kotaro, you're so ecchi, I can't take it anymore. Should we take a break? Or..."
"...Mmm, let's keep going, Kotaro."
Though utterly exhausted, Misaki continued to gently stroke the shaft pressed against her back. Her senior smile, as if seeing through her junior's burning desire to be joined immediately, played on her lips.
"...Alright. I wanted it just as badly."
"I figured."
They exchanged giggles, then softly pressed their lips together, their tongues intertwining as if making up for lost time from earlier.