While Kotoha panted into my chest while clutching onto my shoulder for support, I flushed the toilet for her.
Now that she's all clean, let's move to step two.
I took out the beads from the plastic bag.
I dangled the string from my fingers, silicone orbs gleaming one by one, small at the tip and swelling as they trailed down. Her big eyes widened immediately, her ponytails bouncing as she shook her head faintly.
"…S-Souta-kun… what's that…?"
"Anal beads. Let's make you feel good."
Her blush spread all the way down her neck. She pressed her thighs together, but the movement only made her slick folds glisten more.
"…A-all of them… inside…?"
"I'll put it in slowly."
I slid my hands over her knees, parting her thighs. Her body was soft and pale under my touch, quivering but obedient. I lowered myself between her legs, breathing in the sweet smell of her love juice.
"W-wait… Souta-kun… you're not going to—ahhhnn…"
My tongue slid over her swollen pussy, lapping at the dripping folds. She moaned instantly, her back arching, ponytails shaking as her head fell back.
Her taste coated my tongue. Sweet, hot, pouring freely with every stroke. I sucked gently at her clit, teasing, until her thighs trembled around my head.
At the same time, I pressed the first bead against her tight little hole. She flinched, clenching, but her wetness eased the way. Slowly, I slipped the tip inside.
"Ahhh… it's in… Souta-kun, it's really in my butt… while you're licking me…"
Her moans turned breathless as I fed her another bead, then another, while my tongue circled her clit. Her body shook, her small chest bouncing under her blouse as her hands clutched desperately at the toilet seat.
"Mmm… ahh… it feels so strange… but… it feels good too…"
One bead at a time, I slid them deeper, each wet pop making her twitch. She whimpered, her voice trembling. "…It's filling me up… I can't… I'm going to cum…"
I gripped her thighs, sucking harder on her clit as I pressed another bead inside. Her whole body tensed, then melted, her voice spilling into shameless moans as she came, pussy gushing over my tongue while her ass clenched tightly around the beads.
"I-I'm cumming! Hnng—!~"
She was still panting when I pulled my mouth away. I stroked her trembling thigh.
"Is it all in..?"
"Yeah. Now push them out. One by one."
Her eyes fluttered.
"…Eh…? I have to… squeeze them out…?"
"Do it. I want to see."
Her lips quivered, but she obeyed. Her belly tightened as she squeezed down, her ass twitching until the first bead slipped out with a wet pop.
"Ahhh… it came out… it feels so embarrassing… but good…"
"Next." I said, brushing her clit with my thumb.
She moaned, pushing again. The second bead stretched her before slipping free. Her voice caught.
"…It feels too good… Souta-kun… my body's weird…♡"
One after another, the beads slid out, each one drawing a softer, needier moan. By the time the last bead popped free, she was shaking, her pussy overflowing as another climax ripped through her, her thighs quivering around me.
"♡Nnnnhh… Souta-kun… I came again… just from pushing them out…♡"
I didn't let her rest. I slid the beads back inside, one by one.
"Ahhh… you're putting them back in… right after I… nghhh… it feels too much…"
"Again. Push them out."
Her body obeyed, helpless, clenching and squeezing, each bead slipping free as her voice dissolved into breathless moans. When the last one left her, she slumped forward, her body twitching from another climax, her thighs dripping, her ass pulsing as though begging for more.
"You did great. Kotoha. We're done here."
"Eh? T-that's it..?"
"If we do more, we'll be late."
"I completely forgot…"
"Did you want to do more?"
"…Yeah…"
"We'll do lots more later." I smiled and rubbed her cheek.
"Okay!"
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The afternoon sun spilled into the classroom, painting the rows of desks in warm light. Students chatted idly before the next period, voices blending into the easy rhythm of daily life.
Kotoha sat near the window, her ponytail swaying as she leaned over her desk, chatting with a couple of girls from her class.
Her uniform was neatly pressed, her skin glowing faintly. She smiled naturally, and as always, people gravitated toward her.
"Kotoha-chan, your skin looks so nice these days."
"Yeah, did you start using something new? You're glowing."
"Eh? R-really? I've just been taking care of myself more, that's all."
One of the girls reached out and took her hand.
"Even your nails are cute. Did you do them yourself?"
Kotoha shook her head.
"Ah, no… Ayaka-chan gave me advice."
The gyaru in question smirked, flipping her dyed hair.
"She's finally learning. Next, you should try a tinted lip balm. Something subtle, like pink or coral. It'll make you look even softer."
"Eh? Wouldn't that be too obvious?"
"It won't, trust me. With your skin tone, it'll look natural. Boys will notice without even knowing why."
The other girls giggled.
"Ayaka-chan really knows her stuff."
Kotoha touched her lips unconsciously, her face heating up.
"…I'll think about it."
Ayaka leaned closer, her grin playful.
"Don't think about it. Just try it. And if you're worried, I'll go shopping with you."
Another girl leaned closer, eyeing her hair.
"And your hair. It looks different lately. Did you change products?"
Kotoha twirled a strand around her finger.
"Mm… Ayaka-chan recommended a salon. I tried it once, and it felt so nice."
The girls exchanged glances, giggling.
"See? You're putting in effort. So… are you seeing someone?"
Her heart skipped.
"…Of course not!"
"Really? Because we heard rumors. You spend time with that tall guy from Class 1C, right?"
"Yeah, I saw him in the hallway once. Someone dropped a ton of papers, and he crouched down to help. He didn't even wait to be thanked. Just walked off like it was nothing."
"He's handsome too. That cool, quiet type. People say he doesn't talk much, but he's surprisingly kind. I've heard some of the girls in our year whisper about him."
One of them leaned closer, grinning.
"You and him would make such a cute couple, Kotoha-chan."
Kotoha's cheeks flared hot. She waved her hands quickly.
"N-no, we're just childhood friends. Nothing like that."
The girls laughed, but the teasing tone lingered. "If you say so."
They moved on to another topic, but Kotoha's thoughts lingered.
Souta-kun.
Everyone else only saw him from a distance. Tall, handsome, a little mysterious, the kind of boy who left an impression without even trying. That much was true.
But Kotoha knew more than that.
She knew the way he always matched his stride to hers when they walked together. The way he noticed when she was tired, slowing down without saying a word. The way he listened seriously even when she rambled about the most ordinary things. The lewd things they've been doing lately.
He was kind. Gentle in quiet ways. And to her, he felt like home.
I love Souta-kun.
Her fingers curled around her pen.
But she wasn't his girlfriend. The thought made her chest ache just a little. But even without the label, what they shared was precious to her.
It's something that's been on her mind for some time now.
Her chest ached every time someone brought it up.
Back at the aquarium, when she helped the lost girl.
Earlier, when the classmates asked about her relationship status.
Both times, she could only say they were childhood friends.
If we have sex, would something change? She could only hope.
But something she knew for sure was that she definitely belonged to him. I'm addicted to you, Souta-kun.