The sky-blue panties hit the floor silently.
Aya stood naked in front of me. If that was just the two of us, she'd have mounted me already. Clearly, she enjoyed showing off in front of Hina.
Confident. Dominant.
A teacher.
She didn't look tired at all. If anything, she looked wired by the adrenaline of the stream. The amount of money we had made. And it was an insane amount.
Aya stepped toward me and pushed me back on the bed. She glanced at me briefly and went straight for my hardening cock, eyes on Hina.
"This," she said and wrapped her fingers around me. "You know what I like doing with this, Hina?" She didn't start stroking me. Instead, she straddled me and pressed my cock between her legs. She gasped loudly.
"You have no idea how good this feels, sis," Aya said. With an edge. A forced sweetness.
She let out air in a long, slow hiss through her teeth. She closed her eyes and gasped again. A display of concentrated pleasure.
"It's like it was made for this," she breathed.
She wasn't just enjoying it; she was demonstrating. She was selling something to Hina.
I bet I know where she's going with this.
Aya moved my cock back and forth. Slowly, firmly. So that her hips twitched. She wanted Hina to see the reaction. She wanted Hina to see how easily she could feel the same way.
Aya turned and wrapped her hand around Hina's waist.
"Here," she whispered. "You try."
Hina didn't move. She just stared, her hands trembling slightly. The sake had clearly hit her hard. Her eyes were glazed, and her mouth slightly open.
She looked like she was paralyzed by what she saw.
Like a rabbit mesmerized by a snake.
"Just feel it," Aya insisted, getting off me. "You don't need to go inside. Yet. Just feel it outside."
She hooked her fingers into the elastic of Hina's pink panties. She didn't pull them down all the way. She just slid them to the side and prodded Hina to the bed.
I could see Hina's soft, damp mound and pale pussy lips.
Engorged!
Aya took my cock and pressed it against the outside of Hina's pussy. Right next to the clit.
Hina gave a small, pathetic whimper. The whimper of a girl losing a fight she hadn't even realized she was in. Aya kept rubbing the tip of my cock against Hina, and the whimper quickly died.
Hina gasped. Then shook. In a visible tremble that started in her legs and went all the way up her spine.
"See?" Aya whispered. She leaned over Hina's shoulder, her mouth right next to Hina's ear. "I told you it's incredible."
Hina breathed louder. Erratic. Her skin was hot—I could feel it with my cock.
"And that's just the outside," Aya continued. She kept rubbing my cock in small circles, pressure steady. "Imagine what it feels like inside. I can tell you, sis… it's a hundred times better. A thousand times!"
Aya checked Hina's expression. She was planting the seed. She wanted to know if it worked.
Hina's hand moved down. It was like she couldn't help herself. Her fingers took over from Aya, and she started to rub herself with my cock. Frantic, uncoordinated movements. She was wet—oh, she was very wet. I could hear the squelching sound she was making.
"Try this," Aya said.
She prodded Hina to stand above me. Hina was shaky on her feet, leaning against Aya for balance.
"Rub like this," Aya instructed, pushing down firmly on Hina's hips. So Hina ended up sitting right on my cock. On the length of it. "Slide back and forth on it. Just keep pressing on it with your body."
Hina tried. Clumsily. She slowly dragged her hips back and forth, her head hanging low. Letting her hair cover her ashamed face.
"Isn't it amazing?" Aya asked.
Hina didn't answer with words. She just nodded. Barely. She looked lost in it now.
Lost in alcohol, shame, and desire.
Aya began to move Hina's hips for her. She set the rhythm—a slow, heavy grind.
My entire length slid up and down over Hina's pussy, making her moan. It wasn't the staged, loud moan Aya had used for the camera. It was a low groan. It seemed to come from deep in Hina's throat, against her will.
Hina's eyes were squeezed shut.
"That's it," Aya whispered. "Feel how hard he is? Feel how much he wants you? Do you want him, too?"
She was watching Hina's face as she was saying it to her. She was waiting for her sister to fall apart.
The friction built. Hina's moans got louder. Her fingers grabbed my shoulders. The feeling was incredible.
Suddenly, Hina's body stopped and she let out a choked cry.
She convulsed. Her back arched, and I felt her muscles pulsating around my thighs and cock. Rapidly and desperately. She stayed like this for five, maybe ten seconds—
Then she broke, slumped forward. She collapsed on top of me, her forehead against my collarbone. She was shaking and sweating.
All I heard were her shuddering sobs.
I looked over Hina's shoulder at Aya.
Aya was smiling. Not kindly. Not like a caring sister. She simply looked satisfied with her plan.
"Did you enjoy it?" she asked Hina softly. She hugged Hina's shoulders.
Hina didn't move. She stayed on top of me, limp and dazed.
"And that was just a taste, Hina…" Aya said.
I'd say she was overdoing it, but Hina was too unfocused. She probably wasn't listening. She looked like she didn't know where she was.
Aya leaned closer to Hina's face. "Tomorrow night, we do it for real," Aya said. "In the Private Room."
Hina blinked.
That she heard.
"All those men," Aya said, trying to turn Hina's chin toward her. "They will pay to see you feel this high. They will pay thousands to see you become a woman."
Aya let go of Hina's chin and patted her hair.
"You're ready to become a millionaire," Aya said. She stood up, looking down at both of us. "In just one night. It's your one in a lifetime chance, Hina."
She swished the sake in the bottle and took another sip.
"And I won't let a chance like that go to waste."