Makoto groaned low in his throat. "That's enough foreplay, I guess. Time for the main course. Unless you want me to cum in your mouth?"
As she removed her mouth from his cock, he took the chance to focus on her clit, his tongue circling around it. Ayane's head snapped back with a strangled cry. The sudden assault on her clit was too much. Her entire body seized up, back arching off the couch in a desperate spasm.
"Wait—! I'm...! Fuck...!" Her words came in short gasps, mind completely short-circuited by the overwhelming wave of pleasure.
His tongue was masterful, a whirlwind of licks and sucks and gentle bites. He knew exactly what he was doing with cruel, deliberate artistry. Her hips bucked frantically against him. Her fingers clawed at the couch cushions, knuckles white.
"I'm gonna cum," she wailed, voice raw with release. "You can't—! Not before you—!"
But it was too late. With a final scream, her body shattered in a powerful orgasm. Her inner walls clenched and pulsed, juices flooding his mouth in a hot wave. She collapsed back, a boneless, trembling wreck. Her breath came in shallow gasps, skin slick with sweat.
Makoto gently flipped her over with a fond smile. He got on top, a wicked glint in his eye. "Damn, you're flooded down there. Even more than Mika."
Ayane lay there breathless, body still humming with aftershocks. She looked up at him with glazed eyes, lips swollen and parted. A single tear traced from her eye into her hairline. "You did that on purpose," she whispered, voice raw with awe and accusation. "You made me cum first."
Makoto's eyes sparkled as he looked at her. "So, do you want it missionary or doggy? Your choice."
She took a shuddering breath, a slow, triumphant smile spreading across her face. "Missionary," she purred huskily. She opened her legs in silent invitation. "I want to see your face," she said loudly, clearly aiming at the closet. "And I want to watch your eyes when you cum inside me."
She looked at him with pure need. "And," she growled dangerously, "I want them to hear me screaming your name."
Makoto slid his thick cock into her sensitive cunt with a fond smile. "As you wish, my princess."
Ayane cried out as he entered her, a sound half-pain, half-ecstasy. Her walls, slick and hot from her orgasm, clenched around him like a fist. She was impossibly tight, her cunt a perfect instrument.
He smirked, that annoying smile again. "Was this what you expected the last time you invited me over to assemble that Gundam, Ayane?"
"Expected?" she panted, voice broken as she met his first slow thrust. She wrapped her legs around his waist, heels digging into his back to pull him deeper. "I... I had hoped."
Her wide eyes locked on his. "I've fantasized about it." She arched her back, nails digging into his shoulders. "I've imagined this," she gasped breathlessly. "After you left. Every... single... night." Her hips moved in a frantic rhythm, matching his. "But this..." she sobbed beautifully. "This is better than any fantasy."
From the closet came a sharp thump. It sounded like Yuna had punched the door.
Makoto kept thrusting with abandon, maintaining his fond smile. "Then let me give you a better fantasy."
He leaned in conspiratorially. "I'll cum inside you and flood your womb on your unsafe day." A short pause followed. "And soon your belly will be inflated with our love child... imagine what our classmates will think, what your parents will think."
Ayane's entire body went rigid. A violent tremor ran through her from toes to hair. Her pussy clenched around him with crushing force. The careful performance and confident seduction evaporated instantly, replaced by something raw and primal.
"Don't," she whimpered against his ear, pleading desperately. "Don't say that... you can't..."
But her body betrayed her. Her hips bucked frantically, chasing the fantasy he'd painted. A slow, corrupted smile spread across her face. Her eyes went wide and unfocused, lost in the terrifying vision.
"Yes," she sobbed beautifully. "Do it. Fill me up." Her voice dropped to a whisper, sharing a secret in their passionate chaos. "My parents... they'd be so happy," she gasped with a delirious giggle. "A shotgun wedding... They'd finally get their grandchild..."
She looked up with eyes shining with feverish light, mixing lust with genuine affection. "And our baby would be so much cuter than any inbred little monster you could have with your stepsister."
From inside the closet came a sudden, sharp CRACK. It sounded like a door hinge or maybe a bone snapping under extreme pressure. A muffled scream followed, cut short as if someone clapped a hand over the screamer's mouth.
Makoto grunted gutturally as he shot his hot cum deep into her. Ayane wailed as he flooded her with pure release. Her walls clenched and pulsed around him, desperately milking every drop. Her own orgasm hit like a freight train, a shattering convulsion that left her boneless and trembling in his arms.
She collapsed against his chest, breathing in shallow gasps. Slick with sweat, hair plastered to her forehead, she'd never looked more beautiful. For a long moment, only their ragged breathing and pounding hearts filled the room.
"Phew, that feels... not so bad." He ran his hand through her hair, resting her head on his chest.
"Not so bad?" she finally whispered against his skin, voice raw and broken. She nuzzled against him with a small, contented sound. "You're an idiot, that was amazing." But there was no heat, just warm, satisfied affection.
Then the closet door creaked open. It swung open with a splintering sound, revealing Yuna. Her gray hair was a chaotic mess. Her eyes were wide, bloodshot, blazing with feral fury.
Makoto sighed wearily in defeat, still smiling fondly. "Thank you for being patient, Yuna, Mika." His eyes sparkled as he looked at them. "You can come join me. My chest still has some space."
Yuna's knuckles were scraped raw. She looked like she'd gone ten rounds with a wood-chipper and lost, like a barely-contained hurricane of rage. "Patient?!" she hissed venomously, more terrifying than any scream. "You locked me in a closet to listen to you pump a baby into this... this... weeb slut... and you think I'm patient?!"
Mika emerged behind her, looking completely serene and untouched. She calmly smoothed down her sundress. "To be fair," she said softly, "the acoustics were very good. Her moans were quite real and enthusiastic."
Yuna ignored her. She stalked over like a predator circling prey. She didn't look at Makoto. She stared at Ayane, who was still nestled smugly on his chest.
"GET. OFF. HIM," Yuna snarled, each word a perfectly polished poison dart.
Ayane, looking utterly content and victorious, just smirked. She tightened her arm around him. "Make me," she purred.
Mika sighed softly. She walked to the other side of the couch and gracefully curled against his side, tucking her head under his arm. "There is a little room here, Yuna," she said too sweetly. "But it's getting very crowded."