Ironically, despite all her theatrical, slutty posturing in the halls, she had been a complete virgin when they first locked eyes.
He knew it for a fact; he was the one who had shattered her maidenhood.
He could still vividly recall the night he took her, the tight, bruising tear of her hymen.
And the way her blood had smeared hot and heavy against his shaft while she bit hard into his shoulder, weeping actual tears of sheer, ecstatic disbelief.
She was brilliantly, unhinged-ly freaky in her depravity. And he loved every second of it.
Her utter lack of conventional boundaries meant zero hesitation, zero prudishness—just a willing canvas for whatever demanding, perverted scenarios crossed his mind.
Satoru pushed open the classroom door, the casual smile still lingering on his lips.
Waiting by his desk were two familiar faces, arms crossed and faces flushed with a volatile mix of residual shock and nervous energy.
"Oh, it's the two of you," Satoru said, leaning against the doorframe with an easy, unbothered posture. "Did you enjoy the show?"
The girls standing guard were none other than Murayama Kirishima, the athletic second-year vice-captain of the kendo club, and her inseparable friend Katase.
Murayama's fair skin and brown hair—styled neatly with face-framing bangs—highlighted an athletic, toned frame, complete with firm B-cup breasts and a tight, perky dancer's build.
Beside her, Katase fidgeted nervously, her shoulder-length pink hair catching the light, held back by a crisp white headband that emphasized her youthful, sharp-eyed charm.
Satoru closed the distance effortlessly, sauntering right up to Murayama with a slow confidence.
"You—what were you even doing in the girls' locker room, you total pervert?"
Murayama stammered, her voice cracking slightly as her eyes darted away, completely unprepared for how close he stepped.
Satoru chuckled, leaning in so his breath brushed against the edge of her ear.
"You clearly saw what we were doing inside there, murayama-chan," he murmured, his tone dripping with teasing amusement.
Murayama's face instantly erupted into a blazing, tomato-red blush, her hands flying up to cover her burning cheeks as she stumbled back a half-step.
"What did he say?" Katase demanded, looking back and forth between Satoru's smug grin and her friend's panicked meltdown, entirely unaware of the exact words whispered.
"I'll tell you later!" Murayama hissed back in a panicked whisper, grabbing Katase's arm to anchor herself.
The image of Aika completely unglued, screaming in feral ecstasy while parading her lewdness for the window, had short-circuited their brains far more than any ordinary confrontation ever could.
Their friendship had started on the polished wooden floors of the local dojos.
During his initial days of touring Kouh Town to test his limits and collect Traits.
Satoru had systematically challenged various martial arts halls and kendo masters, easily overpowering their best instructors.
That was where he had crossed paths with Murayama and Katase.
What began as a sparring match had quickly evolved into a mutual fascination, and Satoru was more than happy to keep a pair of attractive, athletic girls in his orbit.
Discovering they were not only in the same town but attending his exact school and year had sealed the bond.
They were, for all intents and purposes, his first real circle of friends in this strange new world.
But lines had begun to blur weeks ago.
Satoru had never been one to respect traditional boundaries, and lately, he had started taking quiet, deliberate liberties with his dear friends.
The touching and groping had escalated from casual accidents to an unspoken routine.
In fact, the teasing was entirely reciprocal.
After grueling kendo practices, the two girls would routinely linger in the change rooms.
Deliberately giving him sweeping, flushed glimpses of their sweat-slicked skin, heaving tits, and toned, runner's legs.
They liked playing with fire, flashing just enough skin to leave him hard and eager.
Satoru grinned down at the blushing duo, deciding it was high time he stopped playing defense and returned their little games properly.
"Are you two free tomorrow afternoon?" Satoru asked, letting his gaze drift slowly over them with a slow, deliberate smile.
"My place. No kendo gear, no school uniforms. Just the two of you."
Murayama blinked, her flush deepening as her brain scrambled to catch up.
She opened her mouth to ask what the occasion was, but the knowing gleam in his blue eyes made her throat go entirely dry.
Beside her, Katase stiffened, her pink hair swaying as she shot a sharp, questioning glance at her friend.
They had spent weeks dropping hints, flashing sweaty skin after practice, and playing the dangerous game of testing how far they could push him.
They wanted the attention, but having him call their bluff so directly—so casually inviting them into his house—sent a delicious jolt of panic straight down their spines.
Katase cleared her throat, trying to sound far more composed than she felt. "Wh-what kind of invitation is that? We have homework, you know."
"Homework can wait, can't it?" Satoru replied smoothly.
"Unless, of course, you'd rather not spend time with your friend anymore. Well, I would be sad, but I can't force you, now can I?"
Murayama's face flared bright red at the reminder, her green eyes darting away in helpless defeat.
The sheer visual of Aika completely unraveling in the locker room had left them both secretly wired, obsessed with the alluring aura of Satoru.
They had flirted with the fire, and now they had officially been cornered.
"Fine," Murayama muttered, looking down at her shoes to hide her trembling smile, her athletic chest rising and falling with a shallow, excited breath.
"We'll be there."
"Good," Satoru said, his hand casually brushing against Katase's face pinching her adorable bashfull cheek.
He walked past them toward his desk, leaving a trail of electric heat in his wake.
"Don't keep me waiting."
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"Satoru-kun, keep going~! You feel so good~!" Murayama wailed loudly, throwing her head back and gasping as Satoru relentlessly pounded her from behind.
"How cute~! Murayama-chan, I'm far from done, and here you are moaning shamelessly already. I'm sure your dear friend wants a show too, wouldn't you say, Katase-chan?"
Satoru smiled wickedly, his hips stuttering before he pulled back and slammed forward with a particularly deep, punishing stroke that forced a high-pitched scream of pure delight from her lips.
"Hey~ Satoru-kun... mouh, you... ahn~ are so u-unfair... Fucking me this hard, haah... and telling me not to moan... anghh~."
Murayama sobbed out her pleasure, her hips bucking instinctively to meet his rhythm as Satoru continued to drill into her tight, slick pussy from behind.
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[Kaori Murayama]
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[Yui Katase]
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