The place I led Misaki to was like a square, but it wasn't somewhere tourists would go. A single wooden bench stood alone, a place only locals used. If anyone approached, you'd immediately hear the crunch of scattered branches underfoot.
"Senior Misaki..."
My voice sounded more urgent than I intended. Misaki, having seen through my junior's lecherous intentions, smiled coyly, looking up at me.
"Hmm? What's wrong, Kotaro? Why did you drag me to such a deserted place with that wild look in your eyes? What are you planning to do?"
I impatiently pulled her close, stealing her lips in a forceful kiss. Misaki's eyes widened momentarily, but she smoothly extended her tongue and responded eagerly.
"Mmm, chu, juru... lero, hap...!"
The smoky aroma of grilled meat and vegetables from the barbecue, along with the overpowering scent of thick sauce, filled my nostrils. These scents gradually diluted and were washed away by our mingling saliva.
Misaki-senpai... she's really so small...
As I pulled Misaki close, I leaned down to make the kiss easier. Her body was two sizes smaller than mine. Her limbs were endlessly soft—touching her alone was soothing yet stirred my desire, a strange contradiction.
"...Pah...? No, no, don't stop..."
As we kissed, Misaki's troubled voice and the wet sounds of saliva echoed in my skull, drowning out all other sounds. When I briefly parted my lips to check if anyone was coming, Misaki whispered in a syrupy, coquettish voice. Her overwhelming cuteness and sensuality nearly melted my bones.
"Kotaro, c'mere... mm..."
Misaki wrapped her arms around Kotaro's neck, stretching up on her tiptoes and puckering her lips.
"Senior Misaki, you're too cute..."
He kissed her, responding to her adorable plea, then drew her slender back against his chest.
"Mmm, chuu, lrel, hyaa... Mmm, chupi, nfuuuu..."
Misaki slowly tilted her head, relishing the changing angle of their kiss. Their tongues slid lazily against each other, exchanging saliva. The flat surfaces of their tongues dripped and overlapped stickily as they gazed at each other with lust-filled eyes.
"Mnchuu... hyaa?! Huh? Ah! Yaaan...?"
When he gave her tailbone a firm upward tug, Misaki's voice pitched higher. Her plump buttocks, encased in hot pants, swayed teasingly, pressing their lower bodies together.
"You like it here, don't you?"
I tugged gently at her tailbone, forming a V shape with my fingers. A sweet moan escaped her thin lips: "Ah, stop it..."
"M-mmm... It feels... itchy... all over... mmph..."
Misaki raised her head, her voice trembling as she managed a weak, goofy smile.
"You're so erotic, Misaki-senpai..."
"Huh? What? Ah, no, wait, stop, that's— Ngh!"
I smoothly wedged my knee between Misaki's legs, letting my thigh rub against her lower abdomen. As I continued to tug at her tailbone, I also began to grind my heated groin against her crotch.
"Ah, ngh, hih, hnn, what's... this...? Hnn, don't stop... mmph!"
Kotaro shuddered as Misaki-senpai rubbed her lower abdomen against his jeans, her face looking like she might burst into tears at any moment, her hips swaying slightly.
"Misaki-senpai, you're really cute."
"Y-you idiot... That's not something to say in this situation... Ah, no... I can't... hold back anymore..."
The arms Misaki had wrapped around Kotaro's neck went limp, and she collapsed weakly onto his lap.
"O-oh? Are you okay?" Kotaro asked, his usual self returning as he worried about her.
"Mm, I'm fine... Kotaro..."
Misaki leaned her face into Kotaro's crotch, her eyes narrowing into feline slits as she gazed up at him with an almost intoxicated expression. It was such a lewd look, as if she desperately wanted to devour the bulge swelling before her.
Misaki's slender fingers unfastened the jeans' zipper, and she rubbed her nose against the steamy boxer briefs.
"Haaah... uuuu..."
"..."
The sensation of her small nose nuzzling against the fabric was almost unbearable, but what drove him wild was the sight of Senpai's body trembling with every breath, her face flushed with arousal.
"Misaki-senpai, just sniff it directly."
"U-um, I'm sniffing... Sniffing a lot... Eating... Eep! I jumped..."
Her blunt, naughty, yet adorable words made his cock twitch violently.
As Kotaro unbuckled his belt, Misaki swallowed hard, and he pulled down his jeans and underwear in one motion.
"Ugh... It's so steamy in here..."
The precum-soaked penis, which had been leaking profusely, was hotter than I expected. Its grotesquely menacing shape stood in stark contrast to Misaki's delicate features.
"Kotaro's penis... it's so big... I love it..."
Her whispered words, spoken with a dreamy expression, left me momentarily dazed.
"You can eat as much as you want."
"Mm-hmm... I'll eat it..."
We don't have much time... Misaki murmured. She assumed a squatting position, gripped Kotaro's hips, and without hesitation, took the swollen, crimson glans into her mouth.
"Ugh...!?"
I'd expected her to start with the usual fellatio—slowly running her tongue over it first—but my expectations were completely shattered.
"Mmm, chup, slurp, slurp, mmmfuuu..."
"Ugh, oh, ooh, oah..."
Her lips slid rhythmically from the glans to the shaft, sucking with lewd noises. Just as she'd said, "I don't have time," this fellatio was purely about getting him off. With his ankles caught in his jeans and underwear, his hips bucked violently, making him feel like he might fall over.
"Mmmfuuu, smooch, slurp, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm..."
"W-wait, Misaki-senpai! This... it feels too good...!"
To keep him from falling—and more importantly, to keep him from escaping—she gently placed her small hands on his hips. The intense, lewd fellatio made his legs go weak.
"Mmmfuuu... pfft. Mmmfufu... Kotaro's penis is getting so big. Mmm, lerk..."
Misaki gazed up at him with a delighted expression, her tongue slithering lazily over his glans. With each tiny movement of her tongue, his rock-hard penis writhed. A pathetic moan escaped his lips: "Ugh, ah..."
"Kotaro, remember? You can do whatever you want."
"Huh? Whatever I want... ah..."
Just as he wondered if she'd spoken vaguely, she suddenly took his glans into her mouth again. The senior who had been sweating and smiling for everyone just fifteen minutes ago was now hungrily devouring his penis with single-minded devotion. The reality of the situation sent shivers down his spine.
"Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm..."
Kotaro's reactions grew increasingly intense. Her lips moved rhythmically, neither fast nor slow, sliding up and down his shaft. Long bangs stuck to her sweaty forehead, and flushed eyes stared up at him with a challenging gaze.
Her eyes were clearly inviting, daring him to do something.
"Come on, do something," they seemed to challenge.
"Misaki-senpai..."
A thrill of forbidden pleasure ran down his spine, and his throat gurgled involuntarily. His voice trembled as he called out to her. He grabbed her small head with both hands and—without warning—thrust his erect cock deep into her throat.
"Mmmgh... Oh...!"
Misaki groaned in agony, her delicate frame overwhelmed by the thick male organ forced down her throat. Her beautiful face contorted, and her labored breathing shook the pubes on his groin.
"Now, swallow it and keep licking... Ugh... Yes, just like that...!"
Kotaro ordered. Even as tears welled in her eyes, Misaki obediently began to swirl her tongue around the glans. She glanced up at him uncertainly, as if asking, Is this right? Should I do this? Then she tightened her inner cheeks, applying pressure.
"Ugh, ah... that feels absolutely amazing. I'll handle the thrusting, so just focus on your mouth, Misaki-senpai."
Instead of nodding, her glans was playfully nudged by a stiffened tongue, sending shivers through her hips.
"Mmm... eoh... mm, mmmfuuu..."
As I slowly withdrew my thick shaft, it glistened with saliva, the veins clearly visible. Without hesitation, I slammed it back in, withdrew, and slammed it in again.
"Mmm, schlick, eah, mmm, mmmfuuu...!"
Misaki's eyes grew vacant, perhaps from the strain of breathing. I considered stopping, but whenever Kotaro's rhythm slowed, she would tighten her inner cheeks as if blaming him.
Aah, Misaki-senpai, you're getting more and more erotic...!
Misaki was a quick learner, gradually memorizing Kotaro's sensitive spots and the ways to arouse him with each act. Beyond that, it seemed her own sexual desire was genuinely intensifying. Whether her libido was growing stronger or the primal instincts she'd always possessed were finally being unleashed, he couldn't tell. Either way, he was dizzy with arousal at this increasingly lewd senior.
"Mmm, mmmf, mmm, mmph, slurp, slurp, slurp..."
Misaki's expression was vacant, but her mouth moved lasciviously. She tightened her throat around his cock in rhythm with his thrusts, and with each penetration, her tongue slithered across his glans.
"Misaki-senpai... I'm gonna... I'm gonna come..."
The urge to ejaculate grew with each thrust, shaking him to his core. When he called out desperately, Misaki nodded eagerly, as if pleased.
"Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm..."
Misaki nodded in rhythm with Kotaro's movements. A pleasant tingling enveloped her lower body as the sounds of the wind and cicadas gradually faded into the distance.
"Ugh...!"
When the thick shaft was buried deep in her throat, he gave a violent thrust, flooding her small mouth with thick white fluid.
"Mmm...oh...ohh...ugh...nnn..."
Tears streaming down her face, Misaki desperately swallowed the thick semen pounding into the back of her throat. Gulp, gulp, gulp... she drank it down as if it were a refreshing beverage.
"O...ohhh..."
Her slender throat worked as her tongue flickered and cheeks hollowed, performing a meticulous, lingering oral caress, determined not to leave a single drop behind. Shivering violently, Kotaro poured more semen into the depths of his lover's throat.
When Misaki finally parted her lips from his cock, as if reluctant to let go, the tip of her nose stretched obscenely.
"...Pfft, haaaah..."
Several strands of saliva stretched between her thin lips and his erect penis. As if suddenly remembering gravity, they dripped lazily and plopped onto the ground between them. The dreamlike moment ended abruptly, and the sounds of cicadas and wind returned. The wind had grown stronger than before, and the cicadas' song had weakened slightly.
"Misaki-senpai, that was... truly amazing. So good... so erotic."
"...Mm, I see."
He stroked her hair gently as he spoke, but she averted her face cutely and answered curtly. Despite her dismissive response, she kept stealing glances at his shaft. Just as he was thinking about it, she suddenly licked the glans. This senpai was not only cute, but also incredibly erotic.
"Um... Are you sure you're okay?"
"Mm, it hurts a little, but that was nothing. I can handle much more."
"Huh? Really?"
"Uh-huh, you could have been rougher... Ah, no, forget that! That was too much!"
"Your retraction is a little late..."
Her brutally masochistic words sent shivers down my spine.
Hmm?
I noticed Misaki had stopped her squatting position and was now rubbing her thighs together awkwardly.
"Senior Misaki, could you take off your hot pants? Just those are fine."
"Huh? W-well, sure, but... I'm a little scared to take them all off in case something happens later... Would you be okay with just taking them halfway off?"
"That's fine."
Misaki stood up hesitantly, looking up at me with a bashful expression. When I gently squeezed her full breasts, she playfully scolded me in a seductive tone: "Ah! You're so naughty... Stop that!"
"You're really ecchi, aren't you, Kotaro?"
"I suppose I am. To be honest, I want to ravish you right now, Senior Misaki."
"I wish someone would attack me like that too."
"Huh?"
"Never mind."
She pinched the base of his shaft as if giving him a reminder, then started poking his glans with the fingers of her free hand. Her attempt at distraction was both adorable and incredibly erotic.
"This is getting serious..."
Looking up at him coyly, Misaki slid her hot pants down to her knees. Her white panties were soaked, as if she'd dipped them in hot water.
"Wow... you're really wet..."
As she spoke, she naturally leaned forward, bringing her face close to Senpai's lower abdomen. The thick, feminine scent flooded her nostrils, making her cock stiffen sharply.
"Ugh! Don't... don't get so close! Don't sniff! Stop snuffling around, you idiot!"
Misaki's face flushed crimson as she desperately pushed at Kotaro's head with both hands. It was cute.
"I'm such a pervert," I thought.
"Thinking it doesn't make it true!"
Even as she playfully patted my head, I continued unabashedly enjoying the scent of my lover. Just as I sensed Misaki-senpai might start crying, I finally stood up.
"Come on, we can't linger here too long. Let's go."
"After smelling Misaki-senpai's scent, I'm so aroused..."
"Get a grip!"
She lightly struck my forehead with a hand blade. What's with this soft violence? It didn't hurt at all, and everything she did was just adorable.
Well, this really is going too far now... I thought, instinctively shrinking. Misaki gently stroked my withered member, murmuring, "Shh, shh, shh," but it stubbornly swelled again. Her flustered apology was even cuter.
"Okay, let's go then...!"
As we straightened our clothes and prepared to resume our shopping, Misaki suddenly pinched me in the crotch.
"Ow...!"
"Hahaha! Catch me if you can!"
Misaki dashed off with surprising vigor, but...
(She's so slow?!)
Her running was surprisingly clumsy. Her form wasn't just slightly off—it was completely bizarre. She ran like a sped-up penguin waddling. It was unbearably cute.
"Huh?!"
I caught up to her in four seconds, leaving her startled and wide-eyed. Even I couldn't hide my shock at her slowness, and we both ended up in a slightly awkward silence.
Misaki-senpai... every single second with her is adorable...
What a terrifying creature...! Imagining her in the style of an old shojo manga, I stopped running and began strolling casually beside her, ruffling her hair affectionately.