The eventful weekend came to an end.
After putting on my uniform, I started the car and drove over to Kotoha's house. Usually, she was the one waiting outside my door with her bag in hand, but this time I wanted to surprise her.
The front door opened, and Kotoha stepped out with her usual bright, energetic smile. Her hair was tied up into ponytails today, bouncing lightly as she moved.
I rolled down the window.
"Kotoha!"
Her eyes widened. "Souta-kun! Your car came?"
I stepped out, walked over, and opened the passenger door for her, slipping her bag off her shoulder as I did.
"What is this VIP treatment?" she asked, cheeks puffing slightly.
"Not bad, right?"
She laughed.
"I could get used to this."
"Get used to it."
"…Okay~"
She climbed inside, settling into the seat as I placed her bag neatly in the back. Once I started the engine, my hand found her thigh, resting there naturally, giving it a light squeeze.
Kotoha had grown used to my touch, she didn't blush like she used to. Instead, she placed her hand on top of mine and smiled blissfully.
"We have some extra time today." I spoke.
"Is there anywhere you want to go?"
"How about the park?"
"Sure."
The morning roads were calm, the sunlight filtering through the trees as we drove. When we parked, Kotoha hopped out eagerly, her skirt fluttering in the breeze.
"The morning air is so refreshing~"
She stretched her arms up high, her ponytails swaying with the motion.
I leaned against the car for a moment, watching her spin lightly on her toes, her laughter carried by the wind.
The park was quiet that morning. Only the rustle of trees and the faint creak of the swings broke the silence.
Kotoha sat beside me, her ponytails swaying as she kicked lightly at the dirt. The sight was simple, but it made my chest stir.
"…Souta-kun."
"What is it?"
Her eyes lingered on me, curious.
"Why did you want to come to the park so early?"
I let the chains of my swing rattle as I leaned back. She didn't need to know everything right away.
"Because there's something I want us to do. And it's easier here, with no one around."
Her lips curved into a small pout.
"…You're being mysterious again."
I stood, brushing the dust from my trousers, and reached out my hand.
"Come on. Let's go to the restroom together."
Her eyes widened.
"Eh? T-together?"
Why are you flustered, Kotoha-chan? Let's do dirty things together.
"Yes. I prepared something."
For a moment, she hesitated. But then her fingers slipped into mine, warm and small, trusting. Her face was red as she whispered.
"…You sound dangerous when you say it like that."
I tightened my grip.
"You'll understand soon."
The walk to the small restroom at the edge of the park felt longer than it should have. My heart beat steady, not with nerves but with anticipation. She followed quietly, her steps light, yet her grip on my hand never loosened.
Inside, the air was still, the only sound the faint drip of a pipe in the corner. I set down the plastic bag I had brought along, the crinkle breaking the silence.
Kotoha tilted her head at me, her expression both nervous and curious.
"…What did you bring?"
I pulled out the enema kit, the tubing coiled neatly beside the bottle.
"An enema kit."
Her face went bright red in an instant.
"S-Souta-kun! Here…?!"
"Yes. You like having your ass played with, right? Let's do some training."
Let's introduce the training concept to Kotoha. Now that your body sensitivity training is done, you'll become my meat toilet.
Kotoha stood small against the wall, ponytails swaying as she fidgeted with her skirt. Her cheeks glowed, lips parted in shallow breaths.
"…Souta-kun. What do you mean by training?"
I stepped closer, letting her back touch the cold tile, my hand sliding up her side until I felt the faint softness of her chest. She shivered, nipples hardening through the thin blouse.
"Kotoha. We've been doing a lot of lewd things, right?"
"…Yeah."
"I like lewd girls, but a lewd Kotoha is the best. I want to train you to my liking. Is that fine?"
"If you say it like that… I can't exactly refuse…"
I could tell she was happy by my words seeing how she struggled to hide her lovely smile.
I leaned in and whispered into her ears.
"Also, if we train your asshole, we can have anal sex. You want to have sex, right?"
Kotoha's eyes practically turned heart shaped. She nodded eagerly.
"I want to! I want to have sex with Souta-kun!"
I couldn't help but chuckle.
"You're so cute, Kotoha."
"Don't tease me! So… what should I do?"
My hand brushed her cheek, tracing the heat of her blush.
"Lift your skirt."
Her fingers trembled, but slowly she raised the hem, revealing pale thighs and the damp cling of her panties.
Today she was wearing pink lace. Very cute.
"Panties too."
She bit her lip, but obeyed. Hooking her fingers beneath the waistband, sliding them down her thighs. The thin fabric clung before slipping free, pooling at her ankles. She stepped out, bare and vulnerable.
I guided her to the sink, tilting her forward.
She was bent over. Her reflection filled the cracked mirror: big eyes wide, cheeks flushed, lips parted. My hand caressed the curve of her ass, spreading her.
"Relax."
First, I lubed the head of the nozzle. Her asshole was a beautiful pink color without a hint of hair.
The nozzle touched her tight entrance. Her body jolted, ponytails bouncing as she gasped.
"Ahh—! Souta-kun… it's… it's going in…!"
"Breathe. Good."
The nozzle slid inside. Her moan spilled out, raw and innocent. Her small chest trembled against the porcelain as she clung to it, knuckles white.
The bottle squeezed. Warm liquid flowed in.
Her reflection was obscene and pure all at once.
Cheeks burning, lashes trembling, mouth open. Her belly quivered, the skin of her flat stomach twitching as it slowly tightened.
"Ahh… it feels strange… but… good too…"
She whimpered, thighs pressing together. Her pussy gleamed pink in the mirror, wetness streaking down her pale legs.
I pulled the nozzle free and sealed her with my finger. She squealed, back arching, her ass clenching tight.
"Hold it."
Her belly strained, the swell pressing faintly under her skin.
"…It's hard… Souta-kun, I-I can't…"
Should we introduce some spanking?
I smacked her ass. The sharp crack echoed in the restroom, her pale cheek rippling under my hand.
"Ahh!"
"Don't spill."
Another spank, harder. Her sob broke into a moan. Her thighs quivered, pussy dripping freely.
"…I'll hold it! I'll… I'll do it…"
Kotoha was so cute right now, I couldn't help but smile.
"Spread yourself."
Her eyes widened in the mirror. "…Eh… with my hands…?"
"Yes. Show me."
Her hands trembled, but she obeyed. Hooking her fingers to pull her ass apart. The swollen cheeks parted, her tight hole twitching desperately as her pussy drooled between her thighs.
Her reflection glowed with shame: belly taut, ass glowing red from my handprints, lips parted in a moan as she exposed herself utterly.
"…I-I'm showing everything… it feels so embarrassing…"
I spanked her again, watching her cheeks jiggle, her hands slip, only for her to force them back, spreading herself wider with a lewd cry.
"Look."
I ordered, gripping her chin, forcing her big eyes up to the mirror.
"See yourself."
Her thighs rubbed together helplessly, her pussy glistening, juices trailing down her pale legs.
"…I'm spreading myself… for Souta-kun…"
Her belly pulsed violently, sweat streaking her flushed face.
"You've held it long enough."
My palm pressed flat against her stomach, feeling her convulse.
"Time to let it out."
Her voice trembled.
"…Y-you'll watch me…?"
"Of course. Let's go somewhere more comfortable."
Her big eyes blinked in confusion, glassy with tears from embarrassment.
Before she could speak, I took her wrist and pulled her gently upright. Her knees wobbled, her belly twitching with the pressure, thighs pressed tight as if she might burst at any moment.
"Come."
My arm circled her waist, steadying her as I guided her across the small restroom. Every step made her whimper, her ponytails swaying, her pale thighs trembling with effort.
"Hahh… mhmm…"
At the stall, I sat her down on the cold toilet seat, pushing her skirt up around her waist so nothing was hidden. She clutched the edges, looking up at me with shame glowing in her flushed face.
"…You're really going to watch me… here too…?"
I leaned close, my hand caressing her cheek.
"Of course. I want to see everything."
Her lips quivered, and then her body gave way. The release burst from her, the sound filling the stall as her belly clenched, her whole body shuddering with relief and humiliation. Her modest chest heaved beneath her blouse, her ponytails bouncing with each gasp.
"Ahhh—Souta-kun—! It's all coming out… you're watching me do something so dirty…!"
I kept my hand on her thigh, feeling every tremor, every twitch as her hole pulsed and spilled. Her eyes, wide and wet, locked onto mine as I kissed her forehead.
The kiss only made her pussy drip harder, her body convulsed from the pleasure of relieving herself.
Her moan cracked high as another wave rushed out. She clutched my legs, her knuckles pale.
Her voice breaking into moans of ecstasy.
"…I-I can't stop… it feels too good…!"
When the last of it left her, she sagged forward, panting, her thighs slick, her ass twitching against the seat.
"You did great. You're all clean now."
I rewarded her with a kiss. She responded tenderly, tangling her tongue with mine.