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As expected, perhaps.
When Kirie returned to the girls' room and announced the start of her relationship, her friends were overjoyed.
It was late, almost midnight, and she worried their excited voices might be disturbing others.
It took nearly an hour for their excitement to subside and for them to finally fall asleep.
But Kirie couldn't sleep.
No, she deliberately kept sleep at bay for a specific purpose.
Tossing and turning on her futon spread on the tatami mats, she listened to the hum of the air conditioner and her friends' soft breathing.
Even then—
My stomach still tingles...
She gently stroked the lower part of her bathrobe.
She felt the heat, real or imagined, and clung to it, refusing to let it fade.
*****
A sense of guilt.
Even when announcing her relationship with Ryosuke, Kirie felt a lingering sense of shame.
Kirie was hiding the truth from her friends, including Moe, with whom she was closest.
They could never have imagined.
Never would they believe that Kirie had just been physically intimate with her "boyfriend," climaxing multiple times in his arms, and even—
(Ryo-kun still...)
Feeling the lingering traces of her beloved's presence in her lower abdomen, Kirie had been chatting with her friends. The mere thought of it made her feel as if she were being burned by guilt.
Kirie wasn't naive enough to believe that such an act was simply "proof of love."
But Ryosuke had been different just now.
There were still parts she couldn't grasp, but she felt as if he had somehow let down his guard, as if he had taken the initiative to approach her.
And deep within Kirie—
(...Maybe it's okay now.)
Kirie stayed awake for a reason.
After that, the two of them, reluctant to part from each other's skin, had made plans to meet again.
At two in the morning, when everyone else was asleep.
In that room again.
Kirie checked her smartphone under her futon, making sure no light escaped.
She also checked for any signs of movement around her.
Her classmates seemed worn out from their afternoon swim.
Once she was certain everyone was deeply asleep, Kirie quietly slipped out from under her futon.
In the darkness, she passed her sleeping friends and left the room.
The late-night hallway was deathly quiet. The carpet muffled her footsteps, but Kirie still held her breath, tiptoeing up the stairs to the upper floor.
Standing before the familiar room, she placed her hand on the sliding door.
"..."
The lock was open.
Her heart pounded so hard it felt like it would burst.
This was incomparable to how she felt just hours ago. More intense than when they shared their secret by the sea, or that summer evening in a love hotel, or even her first time in her own room—
Kirie felt her entire body might be crushed by the tension and the overwhelming anticipation that far surpassed it.
"..."
Gathering her resolve, she entered the room. Though the sliding door was silent, she still moved slowly and carefully.
Slippers were there.
Ryosuke was there.
Again, here with him—
The only light came from a modern indirect lamp placed on the tokonoma (alcove). This time, a futon was spread out, and Ryosuke sat cross-legged on it.
A rendezvous.
He was there, a casual smile on his face, just like when they went shopping together for the first time.
In the quiet dimness, the sound of her breathing and heartbeat seemed unnaturally loud.
This time, Ryosuke wouldn't be so capricious—somehow, she was certain of it.
He wouldn't rush things with Kirie, or test her limits.
He definitely wouldn't. He would hold her, without a doubt. He would make every inch of her body feel good.
And most importantly—he would love her.
This conviction made Kirie's expectations swell even larger.
It was just past 2 AM. Her exhausted friends wouldn't wake up before 6 at the earliest. Returning to her room by 5 AM should be plenty of time—
"Come here, Kirie."
His voice drew her to him.
Her feet moved forward on their own, treading on the tatami mats. Though she was walking steadily, she felt unsteady, her heart fluttering. Her knees trembled. Her thighs burned with an unbearable heat. Her lower abdomen, bathed in his essence—felt so hot, it was as if it no longer belonged to her.
Kirie undid the sash of her kimono herself, untied the knot, and exposed her breasts.
She hadn't worn a bra.
Not just because it was bedtime, but because she wanted him to see her, to touch her, as soon as possible.
"Ryo-kun..."
From that moment on, it was like being in a dream.
Naturally, I got down on all fours, bringing my face level with his as I begged for a kiss, my lips thoroughly adored.
Then Ryosuke answered Kirie's desires. The nipples, slightly hardened from rubbing against her yukata, were transformed into intensely erogenous zones in an instant by his fingers.
"Ah, nnn... n... nuu...!"
He kissed me while caressing both nipples.
The all-fours position might have been one reason for my heightened sensitivity. The intense pleasure made me writhe, wanting to escape. But with such exquisite pleasure that would make him happy, fleeing would be a waste.
During our first time, even Ryosuke seemed unusually uncomposed.
But now, maintaining the intimate distance he'd opened up to me, his usual infuriatingly skilled touch had returned.
Something seemed to click perfectly into place within her.
He kissed her with all the love he had, while teasing her erogenous zones mercilessly—
I can't... I can't think anymore...
She was loved so much. She writhed under his hands. He took her to places she'd never known before—
The once-innocent girl, her heart remaining pure, gradually became stained by the fierce carnal desire that burned within her.
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Kirie silently broke the kiss and began trailing her lips down the back of Ryosuke's neck, over his throat, and across his chest.
The sensation was ticklish yet tender.
Then she undid his belt and buried her face against him.
Just as Ryosuke had taught her, she coated him generously with saliva, latched onto him with her lips, and took him deep into her throat.
"Mmm... guh... mmm... ngh... mmm... fuh... mmm... mmm..."
Kirie, dazzling in her direct and passionate love, transforms into such a lewd sight when they're alone together, caressing him so tenderly.
Wanting to reciprocate, Ryosuke waited until she had finished giving him a blowjob before laying her down on the futon.
"Huh? Ah—!"
Kirie fell back, her breasts swaying as she lay on her back. Ryosuke slid his hands under her hips and pulled down her panties.
He then lifted her legs, using a split-legged bridge maneuver to raise her lower body.
"Yah! Ah, ah... So embarrassing—!"
She writhed, whimpering as if about to cry, her hips squirming. Leaning in so close that he could clearly see the cleft between her legs even in the dim light, the scent of her heat-filled arousal filled his nostrils.
Ryosuke gently spread her apart with both hands, revealing petals glistening with honeyed moisture.
He extended his tongue to taste his lover's nectar. The flavor was so sweet it sent a shiver down to his very core.
"Ah, ah, ah... No... Don't make that noise... Eep, n, nnnn...!"
This wasn't just about giving her pleasure.
At the same time, a shuddering ecstasy coursed through Ryosuke.
"Ah, ah... Ryo-kun, already..."
They both reached their limits of endurance simultaneously. Ryosuke desperately wanted to be inside Kirie.
He lowered her hips onto the futon and pressed his penis against her flesh, now as soft as a blanched vegetable.
"Kirie, I'm going in."
"Mm-hmm, come..."
Her vagina clamped down with its familiar, unyielding tightness from their first time, but this wasn't a resisting spasm. Even as it squeezed, it drew him deeper, deeper, urging him onward.
Gripping Kirie's hips through her disheveled bathrobe, he slammed his erect shaft into her deepest recesses, granting her every wish.
"Ah?! Ugh, no... Hnn, stop, aahh?!"
As he meticulously tormented her most sensitive spots, the sensation of being one with her—this bliss—filled Ryosuke's entire body.
Unable to support himself any longer, he collapsed on top of Kirie, embracing her tightly and thrusting wildly. In their private world, the only sounds were their ragged breathing, her moans, and the wet slapping of their bodies.
This time, Ryosuke didn't ask for permission.
There was no need.
Kirie seemed unwilling to let him go either. She tangled their legs and clung to him.
"Ugh—"
Ryosuke's upper body arched reflexively as an overwhelming wave of orgasm surged through him. Trying to hold back, he kneaded Kirie's breasts roughly with both hands, but the motion only intensified his need to ejaculate.
"Kirie...!"
He shouted her name, tightening his grip on their joined bodies. He was about to unleash his second orgasm into the slick, writhing depths of her vagina.
"Y-aaaah—?!"
"Kirie, show me your face."
Ryosuke cradled Kirie's face in both hands, burning the image of her climaxing into his memory.
"H-uuu... Ah... Ah—?!"
His penis continued to spurt semen deep inside her.
"Kirie, can you feel it...?"
"I... I can... My stomach feels so warm... Ryo-kun's... twitching inside me—ah, ah, ah... Nngh..."
Kirie trembled with pleasure.
"I love you... Ryo-kun... I love you, I love you..."
Her repeated, half-awake words made Ryosuke feel unbearably tender toward her. He pulled her into another embrace.
"I love you too. I love you so much."
"Mm-hmm... Ryo-kun, I love you so much..."
Until dawn, Ryosuke etched Kirie's voice, skin, warmth—everything—into his very being. He carved himself deep into her as well, creating a blissful time neither of them would ever forget.
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