Her head stayed against my shoulder, the old children's book open on my lap. But Kotoha wasn't listening anymore. Her breathing grew shallow, her fingers fidgeting against the hem of her skirt.
"…Souta-kun."
"What is it?"
She shifted, cheeks burning, eyes darting away.
"…I—I want you to touch me."
I closed the book, resting it aside.
"Touch you? Where?"
Her thighs pressed together as she squirmed.
"You know… there."
"Say it properly."
"…M-my pussy."
"Louder."
"…Touch my pussy."
I slipped my hand up her skirt, fingers brushing against the damp heat through her panties. She shivered, grabbing at my sleeve.
"Souta-kun… ngh—more♡"
"Beg for it."
"Please… touch my pussy more… I'm so wet."
I pressed harder, tracing the outline, teasing her until her hips bucked. She whimpered, muffling her voice into my chest.
Then—knock knock.
"Kotoha? Souta-kun? I brought peaches~"
We froze.
Kotoha scrambled off my lap, face flushed scarlet, while I quickly adjusted my posture. The door slid open, and Hikari entered with a small tray of freshly cut fruit.
"Studying hard?" she asked, smiling warmly.
"Yes. Thank you, Hikari-san."
She placed the tray on the desk, humming softly.
"Don't stay up too late."
With that, she left, closing the door behind her.
The silence after her footsteps faded was heavy. Kotoha pressed a hand against her chest, catching her breath.
"…Souta-kun… Touch me again."
This time, she spread her thighs wide on the floor, skirt riding up, panties already damp and clinging.
"Say it properly."
"Please… play with my pussy. I want your fingers inside me."
Kotoha's hands trembled, but she reached for mine anyway. Her small fingers laced with mine, squeezing tight. That innocent gesture, the "gentle" pattern, was supposed to be our sweet couple code. But now her thighs were spread, panties soaked, and her voice dripped with need.
"…Souta-kun. Please… touch me."
I tightened my grip, switching to the other pattern: firm, forceful. She gasped as I pressed our linked hands down against the floor, pinning her in place.
"Say it again. Don't just whisper it like a child. Use the words."
Her face twisted with embarrassment, but her hips rocked up to meet me.
"T-touch… my pussy. Put your fingers inside. Make me cum."
"That's better."
My free hand slipped under her skirt, hooking the edge of her panties aside. The heat of her sex hit me immediately, her folds slick and glistening. I ran two fingers along her slit, slow, making her squirm.
"Ahh—! It's embarrassing when you tease me like that…"
I drove a finger into her, then two, filling her tight pussy in one smooth thrust. She cried out, her nails digging into my palm as our hands stayed locked.
"Good girl. When you want more, grip me harder. Show me."
Her fingers clenched desperately around mine as I began to pump in and out, curling against her inner walls. She moaned without restraint, back arching, legs trembling as wet sounds filled the room.
"More! Souta-kun, deeper—ahhn! Rub my pussy harder!"
I obliged, driving into her faster, pressing my thumb against her clit. Her grip on my hand convulsed in rhythm with her cries, perfectly syncing her body's need with the "training."
The door creaked suddenly.
"Kotoha? Souta-kun? Did you eat the peaches?" Hikari's voice floated from the hallway.
Kotoha slapped a hand over her mouth, muffling a scream as she came hard around my fingers, her pussy clenching and gushing wetness down my hand. Her grip nearly crushed my fingers as her entire body convulsed in ecstasy.
I held still, fingers buried inside her, staring at the door.
"We'll eat them in a bit, thank you."
"…Ufufu, okay. Don't overdo the studying."
Her footsteps faded away.
Kotoha collapsed back onto the floor, panting, tears welling in the corners of her eyes. Our hands were still locked together, her grip faint now, trembling from the aftershocks.
"…Souta-kun. That was… amazing."
"It's only the beginning. If you want your reward, take your clothes off."
Her whole body jolted at the command. "E-eh…? Here?"
"Yes. Strip for me, Kotoha. I want to see everything."
Her face burned crimson, but she obeyed.
Fingers fumbling, she tugged her skirt down her thighs, peeling the damp panties away with it. The fabric stuck to her slick folds before snapping free, strands of arousal clinging between her legs. She hesitated, then pulled off her blouse too, buttons slipping one by one until her modest chest spilled free, nipples already stiff with need.
"D-don't stare…"
She sat naked before me on the floor, hands hovering awkwardly at her sides, as if trying to cover herself. The sight of her flushed body, trembling with shame and lust, made my cock throb painfully against my pants.
"You look beautiful."
"Then…"
She removed her hands from trying to cover her chest.
"Good girl. Now come closer."
She crawled between my legs on all fours, breasts swaying with each hesitant movement, until her face hovered just above the bulge straining my pants. The heat of her breath seeped through the fabric.
"Take it out."
Her small, shaky fingers fumbled with my zipper, freeing me at last. My cock sprang up, thick and swollen, the tip already glistening with precum. She gasped softly, eyes wide as she stared at it.
"It's… bigger than last time…"
"Wrap your hand around it."
She obeyed, her soft palm stroking along the shaft. I guided her pace, slow at first, then firmer.
"Now… lick it. Start with the tip."
Her tongue flicked out, timid at first, brushing over the head. I groaned low, watching her lips shine with spit and precum.
"Good. Don't just lick—open your mouth. Take it in."
She parted her lips and slid me past them, her mouth warm and wet. I rested my hand on the back of her head, guiding her movements as she bobbed clumsily, sucking with inexperience but desperate devotion.
"Use your tongue. Swirl it… yes, like that. Good girl."
Her eyes watered as she pushed down further, muffled moans vibrating around me. Each sloppy, wet sound filled the room, mixing with her heavy breathing and my low groans.
When she pulled back to breathe, saliva connected her lips to my cock in long, sticky strings.
"Souta-kun… Am I… doing it right?"
I cupped her chin, forcing her to look up at me while stroking her spit-slicked lips with my thumb.
"You're perfect. Now, let me use your throat."
Kotoha's lips stretched around me as I pressed her down, her throat tightening when the tip nudged deeper. She gagged softly, eyes watering, but she didn't pull away—her small hands clutched my thighs, her body trembling with the effort.
"That's it… take me deeper. Relax your throat. Good girl."
Her muffled moans vibrated around my cock as spit poured from the corners of her mouth, dripping down her chin and onto her bare chest. I rocked my hips slowly, using her mouth, training her rhythm. Each wet, obscene sound echoed in the quiet room.
She pulled back with a gasp, a thick string of saliva and precum bridging her lips to the head. Her face was a mess. Cheeks flushed, eyes glassy, mouth hanging open as drool ran down her neck.
"Souta-kun… it tastes… so good…"
She licked the strand, swallowing greedily, her expression dazed with lust.
I stroked her hair back, pushing my cock against her lips again. "Then drink it all. I'm close."
Her eyes lit up at the command. She wrapped both hands around the base, jerking me while sucking the head deep into her mouth, bobbing faster now, no hesitation left. Her tongue lapped eagerly, desperate for more of my taste.
"Kotoha!"
My cock throbbed, release surging. She pushed forward at the last second, burying me to the hilt as hot cum exploded down her throat. She gagged once, then swallowed, her throat working hard, gulp after gulp, taking everything I gave her.
When I finally let her pull back, she opened her mouth to show me. Tongue out, a streak of white still coating it, before swallowing the last drop with a smile.
"…Delicious."
She licked her lips clean, then leaned in, wrapping her lips around me again without waiting for permission.
This time there were no instructions, no hesitation. She bobbed up and down, sucking hungrily, her hands stroking me in perfect rhythm.
"Souta-kun… It's not enough… Let me drink more…"
Her eyes met mine, burning with lust, while her mouth never left my cock.
Kotoha didn't stop after swallowing the last drop. Her lips sealed around me again, her tongue gliding eagerly up the underside as she bobbed her head, sucking with greedy little moans.
Her messy slurps filled the room, saliva dripping down her chin and onto her breasts as she stroked me with both hands, milking me for more. My cock twitched under her desperate devotion, and with a groan I came again, thick spurts painting her mouth. She swallowed frantically, tears streaking her cheeks from the effort, but she didn't let a single drop escape.
When she finally pulled back, panting, she wiped her lips with the back of her hand and smiled faintly.
"Souta-kun… I really love it. I want your cum again… every day."
Her voice, her eyes, her messy face. It was all too much. I pushed her down gently onto the carpet, spreading her thighs wide.
"You've earned another reward."
"Eh…? R-reward?"
Before she could question further, I lowered myself between her legs and pressed my mouth against her soaked pussy.
"Ahh—! S-Souta-kun!?"
I licked her slowly at first, savoring her taste, tracing her folds with my tongue before plunging deep. Her hips jerked up, hands flying to my hair, tugging as her moans spilled freely.
"Ahhh… nghhh… that feels… so good! Souta-kun, your tongue… it's driving me crazy—!"
I sucked her clit hard, circling it with my tongue, while sliding two fingers inside her again. She bucked wildly, her juices flooding my mouth as her climax built fast, raw and unrestrained.
"♡Ahhh—I'm cumming! I'm cumming again! Souta-kun, I'm gonna cum in your mouth!♡"
Her pussy convulsed around my fingers as she screamed, gushing against my tongue. I swallowed everything, not letting a drop escape, until she collapsed limp beneath me, trembling from head to toe.
When I finally pulled away, licking her essence from my lips, she was sprawled open, chest rising and falling rapidly, face glowing red.
Kotoha's naked body glistened with sweat, thighs spread wide, her pussy still wet and twitching from the orgasms I had wrung out of her.
Her nipples stood stiff against the air, streaks of spit smeared across her chin and chest. She looked utterly used, her voice trembling as she tried to gather herself.
"…Souta-kun… I was so shameless. Saying those things… swallowing everything… I can't believe I actually did that… and I came in your mouth too…"
She tried to hide her face, hands darting up to cover the flushed mess she had become, but I wasn't about to let her.
I grabbed her wrists and pulled them away, forcing her to face me. Her lips were swollen, glossy with the traces of what she had sucked down so eagerly. Our fingers tangled again, sticky and warm, the scent of sex heavy between us.
"I like lewd girls."
"…Lewd…?"
"Yeah."
I pressed a slow kiss against her forehead, dragging my thumb across her spit-stained lips.
"Lewd girls are the cutest."
Her body shivered, not from shame but from the thrill of being praised like this. Her face burrowed into my chest, muffling her small, flustered sound, but she made no effort to cover herself anymore. Her breasts rubbed against me, hard nipples brushing with every breath.
"…You're awful, Souta-kun. Saying that when I'm already this embarrassed…"
I combed her damp hair back with my fingers, smirking at her flushed pout. "It's the truth."
She clutched my hand tighter, squeezing as if she didn't want to let me go. Her thighs rubbed together unconsciously, her pussy glistening as a fresh bead of arousal leaked down onto the carpet.
"…Then… if it's for you, I'll try harder."