Burning fiercely! Chapter 14 of the Pregnant Breast Idol Academy

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Burning Brightly! Pregnant Breast Idol Academy Z (Chapter 1? 1)
Prologue Graduation
Spring, March—
on a day when cherry blossoms were in full bloom, we ushered in a brand new life.
A year ago in April… we hadn’t yet grasped the
essentials. The only thing on our minds was the goal of becoming idols. Then, step by step, we accumulated achievements and worked hard until today. Our teachers gave us wings, allowing us to survive in the harsh entertainment industry
. Although we encountered many setbacks, the encouragement of our fans helped us take another step forward.
Now, we are able to stand on the graduation concert stage, all thanks to everyone’s help. We want to convey our gratitude for the past year to everyone…
“This song is for everyone… ‘Pregnant Breasts! Shining Mystarz!’”
As Hoshizaki Amane announced this, the entire Ginkira Dome shook, completely full.
At the same time, the band began to play, and the idol stars, dressed in gorgeous stage costumes, danced. A year ago, they were just fledglings in the idol world; now they have their own wings.
A prestigious family that has produced many big stars? Today at Ginkira Academy
is the day of their graduation concert.
Hokuto Hoshizaki,
a student in the talent management department at Ginkira Academy, watches the girls' energetic performances. The girls on stage are the idol stars he's personally trained and nurtured over the past year—
her younger sister, whose goal is to become a top idol? Hoshizaki Amane
is arguably the best young voice actress; Kugayama Nanako
possesses a stunning figure; Aizawa Momoka is incredibly popular among teenage boys; Nanba Aisa
is naive and beloved; Hoshizaki Hime, who
transitioned from an animal idol to a human idol, has a glamorous transformation; Matsuda Yukari
is responsible for being the target of jokes; Isuzukawa Akino's voice
is full of emotion; and Hinata Kobato, who
skipped a generation from fan to idol, plays a younger sister character;
Kisaragi Sora is elegant yet incredibly sexy; and
Kuroki Shion is cool and mysterious.
There's a problem with all of them, but none of them make you think that way now. They attract fans in their own way, and today, they stand on this stage. After that, they were no longer idol candidates at Ginkira Academy, but became real idols, soaring high in the world. The brand new, powerful idol group 'Pregnancy Gingeraz' –
"Afterwards, we'll hold a secret concert here, just for our brother... just for our manager. We'll shoot our loads inside us!"
All the scheduled events for today were over, and the previous excitement was like a lie, the venue became quiet. The idol stars who had been the center of attention were now preparing for Hokuto alone. The gorgeous and cute stage costumes, with only a few differences, all showed off their breasts and butts...
"Hey, what are you doing!?"
"We've all thought about it. How should we thank our brother who helped us get on the TV stage? So, please enjoy your own personal concert here!"
After saying that, Amane shook her bare buttocks.
No, not just Amane, but her buttocks were as smooth as silk. Yuuka's ideal buttocks that people would want to pat. Hime's buttocks swayed back and forth like she was being pouty. Aisa's buttocks were as tender as a peach. Nanako's buttocks were as perfect as a model's. Momonatsu's buttocks were so fleshy that you could stare at them. Kobato's buttocks were taut and alluring. Shion's buttocks were full of elasticity. Akino's buttocks were as white as a boiled egg. Everyone lined up to welcome Hokuto.
"Thank you... for being everyone's manager. It's so wonderful. It's so great!"
"Ugh... don't say that. Brother, you're being too polite."
"Yeah, since it's a thank-you gift, don't just talk about it, do it!"
Hearing this, Hokuto took off his pants
. No, not only Amane, but also... had a buttocks as smooth as silk. Yuuka's buttocks were so perfect that you wanted to pat them. Hime's buttocks swayed back and forth like she was being pouty. Aisa's buttocks were as tender as a peach. Nanako's buttocks were as perfect as a model's. Momonatsu's buttocks were so fleshy that you could stare at them. Kobato's buttocks were taut and alluring. Shion's buttocks were full of elasticity. Akino's buttocks were as white as a boiled egg. Everyone lined up to welcome Hokuto.
"Thank you... It's so wonderful to be everyone's manager. It's amazing!"
"Ugh... Don't say that. Brother, you're being too polite."
"Yeah, since it's a thank-you gift, don't just say it, take out your dick!"
Hearing this, Hokuto took out his dick
and started by opening it into Amane's vagina, one by one, to taste the bodies of the ten idols. He injected his brother's juice into Amane's vagina, made Nanako's eggs drown with semen, sprayed hot juice into Aisa's wet cave, poured semen into Momoka's mature labia and rubbed it, injected lubricant into Kobato's narrow passage, filled her empty uterus with semen, sprayed male juice into Yukari's honeypot, conquered Akino's female instincts with bodily fluids, smelled semen in Shion's hole, and planted seeds in Hime's mating hole. Just like each of them had their own strengths, the sensations of their vaginas were also varied. So, Hokuto wasn't allowed to get tired of their bodies. Every time they changed, a new vagina appeared, making his penis erect, confirming their compatibility.
"Ah, ahh, ahh... I hate it, Hokuto's so intense." "
Hmm, gurgle... Hoshizaki-san's penis feels so good."
"Haa... ahh... I've orgasmed so many times..."
Then, they also hummed cute sounds, continuing their excitement
. Today, they were real idols. No longer fledglings, but an idol group active on various stages such as TV, movies, and concerts. Enjoying each vagina, he thought this and felt deeply moved.
"Okay, encore! Let's keep enjoying it!"
"Yes, brother, make us pregnant!"
This feeling turned into intense piston-like movements, his heart meeting theirs again and again
. It all started a year ago. He was forcibly dragged to an unfamiliar school and became the manager of his classmates. It all started with that opening ceremony—
the scene above, where the protagonist ejaculated ten times, and there was an encore, representing additional attempts…
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Chapter One: Super Comfortable!
“No need for three years, one year is enough!”
Hokuto Hoshizaki felt quite regretful as she forcefully hung up the phone.
“Brother…did you argue with Father again?”
“Not really…I should say I was provoked.”
Seeing her brother’s expression, Amane looked worried.
Amane is the father of Hokuto, the younger sister adopted by the Hoshizaki family when she was little
. Hokuto’s father is a famous manager who has cultivated many super-popular idols? Hoshizaki Sho’s
mother is a super-popular idol cultivated by Hoshizaki Sho? Aiki Sayuri, a
national idol and manager, and the two of them provided Hokuto with elite management training, adopting a girl of excellent character from an orphanage. This girl—Amane—perfectly met her parents’ expectations. In the spring, as a fledgling idol, she enrolled in Gin Kira Academy.
Hokuto also started studying in the managerial department at Gin Kira Academy this year.
Having been instilled with the mindset of a manager since childhood, Hokuto never considered pursuing such a career. Rather, she resented her father's authoritarianism and, upon entering adolescence, intended to distance herself from idols and the entertainment industry. Even attending Ginkira Academy with Amane was a way to escape her incompatible father…
"That bastard Dad said I have to get all my classmates to hold concerts within three years. Experience is more important than a manager's theories…"
"I understand Dad's thinking, but getting everyone to achieve that goal is difficult."
"And then, I got angry too, saying it wouldn't even take three years…"
Hearing this, Amane sighed heavily.
Besides, Hokuto never intended to work in the entertainment industry.
Even though she was reluctant to enter Ginkira Academy, it was because even an idol-training school offered regular courses. Studying hard for three years and becoming an ordinary office worker would be enough. However, her father said, "If everyone doesn't hold a concert, don't even think about graduating..."
"Father is very influential in the entertainment industry; he might really prevent my brother from graduating."
"Well, we'll just have to find a way. There are all kinds of idols; maybe we can borrow a stage and hold a concert as underground idols, right?"
"But... will Father accept that...?"
Amane said this and then couldn't reply.
If all she wanted was to stand on stage and become a mediocre idol, there was no need to attend Ginkira Academy. The students at Ginkira Academy all aspire to be entertainment industry figures who hold concerts and get interviewed by magazines.
"Besides, um... it's really hard to become an idol like Mother."
"If you really want to talk about it, there are popular idol groups now, right? Even after graduation, classmates from the same school can still do activities together."
April is the season when hope begins.
Ginkira City is a gathering place for girls who dream of becoming idols someday... Although it's a hopeful spring, Hokuto Hoshizaki's future is fraught with difficulties.
Today is the first day of school. The idol course freshmen gathered early, and Amane left very early. Thirty minutes late, Hokuto slowly made his way to school.
The fact that Ginkira Academy was a special school was clear from the way there
; every female student was at the level of a regular school beauty. If they weren't, they wouldn't have been able to enter the idol course in the first place. Being accepted into this academy meant they were chosen. As she brushed past them, she was suddenly approached by a woman with a large chest.
"Um, you wouldn't happen to be... Hoshizaki-san?"
"Yes, that's right, you are..."
"Just call me Matsuda Yukari! We're also first-year students in the management course."
No, looking closely, it wasn't just a large,
impressive chest exceeding a meter in length—it was undeniably attractive—but upon closer inspection, it also had a head, hands, and feet. It was a girl the same age as Hokuto, but shorter. She must be the type who always uses polite language, whether she's talking to classmates or younger female students.
"There are very few students in the management department. It's great that Hoshizaki-san is here."
"I'm fine with that, but how do you know me?"
"Because your photo and name are on the attendance sheet." The main students of the academy
who came to the hall of the opening ceremony with Yukari
were female students from the idol department. So, even though they were all freshmen, these fledglings were sitting in prominent positions at the front
. "Ah, over there, that's Yukari's classmate."
Pointing in a certain direction, Yukari lowered her voice,
"Over there, everyone is a student in the idol department, right?"
"Because there aren't many students in the management department, everyone attends classes together except for specialized subjects. Ah, over there, over there, the leftmost seat over there!"
After Yukari said that, she looked over and caught sight of a pair of extraordinary breasts. They were bigger than Yukari no matter how you looked at them. The type whose shoelaces would definitely be hidden by their breasts when they wore sneakers. But her waist is very slender, and her face is small... she's practically the ideal figure for an artist.
"That's Ms. Aizawa Momoka, the super popular gravure idol from a shonen magazine's photo column! She's a full-time gravure idol now, but she wanted to do more other things, so she entered this academy a year late." "
That means she's a year older than me. She's really mature."
"And then, sitting in front, is that Ms. Nanba Aisa, a local idol from Okinawa? Ah, look over here, I remember that's Ms. Hoshizaki Amane. Is she Ms. Aiki Sayuri's daughter?"
"...You remember that so clearly."
"Yes. There was a program that interviewed idols about their homes, and it introduced Aiki Sayuri's house. I just remembered. She must want to be an idol like her mother."
Come to think of it, there really was such a thing three years ago. She
even has this kind of information in her mind. What an amazing memory. " I still think highly of her. A manager has to work as hard as Yukari.
" "And then, that trio over there... according to the attendance sheet, the twin tails are Ms. Kuroki Shion. The long black hair is Ms. Isuzukawa Akino. And then, the tiny and cute one is Hinagata Kobato. None of these three have ever been involved in the entertainment industry."
"Hmm. So, like underground idols?"
"No, they don't even have any private activities."
"You can't know these things without asking the person in question, right?"
"I know! If Yukari doesn't know something, it means it didn't actually happen!"
Yukari said, a rare expression of confidence
on her face. "Because, Yukari has investigated all the information, including underground idols! I worked so hard to get into this school and get closer to the idols!"
"Wow! You're a total stalker!"
I see. The data collection and the inability to stop talking about things she likes all stem from this passion. Although the direction is a bit strange. I looked around and saw something strange.
"Hey, why is there a Pomeranian at the venue...?"
"That's Hime-chan. Haven't you seen the commercials?"
Now that I think about it, I remember. I've seen this fluffy little dog on TV a lot lately. But, could it be...
"Hime-chan is working hard to become an animal star, but to expand her activities, she's enrolled in this academy."
"Even a dog!?"
The unexpected fact made Hokuto's eyes widen
. At this moment, a natural question arose. Next to Hime, there was a billboard. It was for the virtual idol who was very famous online? 'Air'. I've seen many of Air's 'dance' and 'singing' videos on animation websites. The voice synthesis, 3D model, and dance moves were all perfect, the level of completion was astonishing...
"After all, Ms. Air also wants to break through the high wall of virtual idols and become a top idol."
"So, that's why there's a human billboard here!?"
Hearing the unexpected answer, I held my head. "All classmates," that includes Pomeranians and virtual characters, right? In that case, forming an idol group with classmates is practically an unattainable dream…
"Ah, Mr. Hoshizaki, look over there, look over there!"
"Hmm? Which girl?"
"No, I meant the podium, the freshman representative is giving a speech!"
Hearing that voice, she looked up to see a girl with long, flowing hair, holding a microphone. "...We will become true idols, no less than our seniors, and cherish our school life from now on. Freshman representative, Nanako Kugayama."
Her imposing
presence drew all the students' attention, yet she showed no sign of timidity. Freshman representative—that's the top scorer on the entrance exam, right? But the girl wasn't just academically gifted. She seemed quite used to being the center of attention, possessing the air of a freshman leader
. "I don't think she's a newbie. Her manner of speaking is so confident."
"Of course. Ms. Kugayama is a current idol voice actress. She received training from a young age aiming to become a top idol; she's a celebrated genius!"
Yuka gave Nanako a very enthusiastic look.
A rising star carrying expectations, an unknown newcomer, a Pomeranian, a human billboard… her classmates, each with their own unique personalities, hold the fate of Hokuto in their hands. Could they really hold a concert within a year…?
Such a warm touch
… another kiss upon waking up. Her little sister, always so affectionate and inseparable from her brother… We've both grown up, yet we still sneak into each other's beds like this. Really, really, really…
"You're such a cute little sister, Amane."
"Huh!?"
I hugged her as I got up, but heard a sharp cry. Furry…
"Hime-chan, thank you for your hard work. You woke up your brother."
"Ah-hmm, ah-hmm, ya-hmm!"
A cute little sister's voice came from beside me. Then, I heard the Pomeranian being hugged tightly and barking.
"Hmm? Strange? Why is a dog in my bed?"
"Ugh. What are you saying? She's Hime-chan. She came over to play yesterday, right?"
Ah, that makes sense—thinking through my sleepy head,
this Pomeranian isn't an ordinary dog. She's a student at Ginkira Academy, and a top student who gets many commercial appearances. Come to think of it, after the opening ceremony yesterday, Amane invited her classmates over for a girls' party. " It's getting late, so we'll just stay here for the night
." "You'll be late if you don't hurry. We also need to prepare breakfast."
Hearing this, I went to the kitchen and found that salmon slices, fried tofu skin, and other 'ingredients' were already prepared. Oh, I see, she wants to eat Japanese food today—noticing my sister's thoughts, I started preparing breakfast. Because our parents are both very busy, the siblings have divided up the chores. Amane is responsible for being pampered and taken care of, while Hokuto is responsible for treating Amane like a pet. Since childhood, he has been making snacks, washing underwear, running bath water, and making the bed for his sister, so breakfast is a piece of cake for him. Skillfully making breakfast for two people and a pet, the siblings sat around the table
. "Oh, the miso soup has fried tofu skin that Amane took out of the refrigerator, it's so delicious."
"Hehe, if you praise me like that, I'll get more and more serious, okay?"
"Oh, go ahead and be serious! Amane will definitely be a good bride."
Amane blushed, her chopsticks twirling in the bowl of miso soup. Although it looked a bit awkward, eating two or three bowls of rice like that was cute and tempting.
However, Amane would soon no longer be her little sister, but a popular idol. Thinking about it, honestly, she felt lonely. But more than that, she wanted to fulfill Amane's wish. Becoming an idol was Amane's dream since childhood. So, making her classmates idols within a year felt less like her father's order and more like a request...
"Hey, what kind of image does the profession of idol evoke?"
"Even if you suddenly ask me that... if I had to explain an idol in one sentence, it's someone who does a lot of activities."
"Don't be so serious, just give a general impression."
"In that case... well... wearing cute clothes, singing and dancing on a sparkly stage...?"
Amane answered, her eyes suddenly seeming to think of something, looking upwards. Her mother's glamorous singing on television was Amane's very starting point. " You must remember now
, right? 'Yes. Singing, dancing, cuteness... that's the basics.'
Then what Amane was talking about was the origin of idols
. I'm still a manager without any real achievements, but since I was little, my father has dragged me to see all kinds of top actors and idols on various performance stages. When I'm face to face with them, I feel a charm that transcends the television screen. That's what they call 'aura.' The students of Ginkira Academy must also have this power. It's just that they're not mature enough yet, and they don't have the skills to convey their charm to the audience. If they were to see them in person, anyone would be attracted...
'However, concerts are still the best.'
'Concerts... do you mean us?'
'Amane, and the other girls, once fans see you in person, they'll be blown away. And cultivating stage presence and accumulating practical experience is the best way, right?'
However, there are still many challenges. I have to be the manager for many people, and they are all students who have never held a concert before. If I give them a stage, how many audience members will attend? If the audience is empty, it will make them lose confidence." If only there were some selling point that would make the audience absolutely want to come…
“Ugh, woof!”
At that moment, the barking of a classmate came from below .
Hime-chan, who was enjoying breakfast on the kitchen floor, urged on with a cute bark. It was the first time she had prepared food for a dog, but it seemed that Hime-chan liked it
. “Ah, yeah. There’s also the option of asking someone for help.”
Hearing that bark, she suddenly thought of something. Hime-chan could never have held a concert, of course, but what about Nanako? Nanako, who already had achievements as a voice actress, would definitely create a buzz if she actually performed
. “But, it’s not certain that I can successfully lead this group of newcomers.”
She continued to daydream while eating breakfast. Sitting opposite her, Amane had been watching her brother’s thoughtful expression. “Um, brother, what’s wrong?”
As she leaned over the table, Amane’s 89cm G-cup breasts were about to knock over the dishes on the table…
“Amane, danger!”
“Whoa ...
Amane was saved at the last second, her breasts being cupped from below, her body trembling.
"I can't be careless. What if something happens to my breasts that have finally grown up?"
"Y-yes... I'm sorry, brother... Ah, ahh, ahh...!"
A gentle admonition followed, Amane's back trembling with remorse. Then, as her hands rubbed them, a good idea suddenly popped into her head.
"That's right, depending on the members, it's possible to successfully hold a concert. Thank you, Amane. Thanks to you, I'm becoming more and more confident!"
"Um, ahh... That's really, really great, brother... Ahh, ahhh!?"
The brother rubbed her breasts, and the sister had her breasts rubbed. This family drama using breasts as a medium made Hime-chan keep biting Hokuto's ankle.
"Um... Sorry, I'm not interested in that kind of thing."
Momoka replied with a troubled expression, leaving the classroom after school. Hokuto and his other helper stared blankly as their hopeful reinforcements left.
"What... isn't this a rejection?"
"Hmm... I originally thought this request met Ms. Momoka's expectations."
Yuka said this while crossing her arms, her breasts being held between her wrists, making them appear high and round.
To hold a concert in such a short time, they need to accumulate experience. Even if it's not the best stage at first, it doesn't matter. The people here aren't mature enough yet, and we hope to let the fans see their gradual growth. To confirm the detailed information of the idol candidates, we can only ask classmates who are very enthusiastic about idol activities for help, but that doesn't guarantee success. The new group wants to gain more audiences and hopes to select the most suitable people for the concert...
"If only you could hear me out. You don't... dislike me, do you?"
"I don't think so. I had to rush over because I had a photoshoot this afternoon, right?"
"Well, there's nothing I can do about that... But how do you even know about this?"
"This... is information exchanged among fans..."
After saying this, Yukari's gaze drifted away. In this Ginkira Academy, she was a particularly strange type. Because she liked idols so much and wanted to be closer to them, she went through fierce competition to enter this academy. On this level, there's nothing wrong with this level of fascination. Now, she needs his help.
"I know the shooting location. Want to go and check it out?"
"That's not a good idea. I need to focus on my work too."
"We're working here too! It's okay. We're students from the talent management department, so we're related. We can get permission!"
Yuka, panting, asserted, rummaging through her bag
. "But why did you suddenly take out a camera?"
"Photography, you really need a medium telephoto single-focus camera. Since we're related, we can even take close-up shots of some censored areas... Hehe... Hehehehehe..."
Yuka happily pulled out a DSLR camera. Her lips relaxed, and a dangerous smile began to appear...
The sound of camera shutters clicked continuously on the white sand beach.
This wasn't an ordinary photography enthusiast, but an idol photographer commissioned by the publishing house. Through the lens, the photographer saw Momoka in a swimsuit wiggling her body.
"Great! Very cute, Ms. Aizawa!"
After praising her, the photographer took a picture of Momoka. The beach was still a bit chilly in spring, but Momoka's expression showed no discomfort. She responded with a bright smile like the summer sun. At first glance, the photographer seemed to be taking pictures with great enthusiasm, but every time he asked her to change poses, he elicited different expressions from Momoka. Those conversations earlier were probably to cheer Momoka up and find the best way to express her girlish charm.
"As expected of a professional shoot. So, even though you're a trainee, you have to work hard as a rookie idol."
It was obvious, but now, confirming it again, she nodded vigorously. Leaving Yuka behind along the way was the right choice. Although they were going to visit the photoshoot, she was worried about Yuka's steamy head and decided not to let her come. Of course, Yuka wouldn't accept it at first—
"Eh!? Hoshi-Hoshisaki-san, what are you doing all of a sudden!? Ah, please, please don't touch that place… Ah, ah, um… no… please, please don't turn my nipples… ah um, ahhhhhh…!?" (PS: Isn't this sexual harassment?)
After much persuasion, Yuka finally accepted. Then, after leaving the exhausted Yuka in the classroom following the debate, she went to the photo shoot location
. "Aizawa-kun did a great job today. Every Japanese boy will be captivated by these photos. This time, show an even more feminine expression!"
Excited, Momoka's face was flushed, and her skin had a rosy hue. Exhausted from the long shoot, she was panting slightly, and the way she tossed her long hair was alluring. Her slender, white fingers curled her bangs. Her smooth wrists and perfectly proportioned arms were captivating. And when she raised her wrists, her armpits were visible. When her gaze was drawn to her, Momoka responded with a mischievous wink,
making one instinctively gasp –
she really did a great job. If one could see that expression directly, regardless of whether they were fans, it was safe to say that every man in Japan would be captivated by her. Having seen Momoka's photo DVDs several times, the charm of the girl before me was several times greater. This was a charm that photos and videos couldn't capture; it could only be felt face-to-face. If she performed at a concert, many audience members would definitely notice Momoka's true charm...
After a while, the photography work ended.
Today's photography session was half work and half a practice course at the academy. The clothes and photography equipment were provided by Ginkira Academy, so the photography was easy, but the actual shooting was still handled by an external publishing company
. "You've come to visit, Hoshizaki-san. Thank you."
"Sorry. I disturbed your work."
She replied, pretending to be calm, but her gaze couldn't leave Momoka sitting next to her. According to Yuka's information, Momoka's breasts were the largest in the academy, a 129cm V-cup. Wearing a uniform was enough to attract attention, but her swimsuit appearance was even more alluring. Her breasts, as large as watermelons, were almost falling out of the small bikini. Her breasts, barely contained, spilled out from both sides, creating a striking contrast with the swimsuit straps, giving her a very three-dimensional look
. "Hoshisaki-san, you kept staring at me with a scary look during the photoshoot." "
Ah... um, I know I bothered you..."
"No, not at all. It's just my job to take photos, so I don't really care about guys' gazes. Fans look at me like that too, and thinking about it makes me feel really energetic."
Momoka smiled without a hint of gloom, swaying her body. Even though she knew she wasn't doing it intentionally, her sexy posture was still captivating
. "Hahaha, Hoshisaki-san is nervous."
"No way! I'm the manager."
"But before this, you were a boy too. Your heart is beating so fast..."
After saying that, Momoka leaned closer. Ignoring the fact that she was wearing a swimsuit, she half-pressed against Hokuto's left breast, her ear close to his. Momoka's elbow touched her pants, and after a soft scream, she pulled her hand away.
"It seems like it's not just my heart that's beating fast."
"Sorry, I'm really sorry! I'll step back a little."
"Don't worry about it. It's impossible not to feel excited looking at swimsuit idols. If you can even seduce your manager, you'll have even more confidence as a gravure idol."
"No! If I keep going like this..."
He grabbed Momoka's shoulder and stood up. At that moment, they saw a part of their bodies that didn't seem to match their expectations, and both Hokuto and Momoka blushed.
"Aha... Ahaha, it feels like... it's embarrassing to have it seen..."
There were wet stains on the bottom of Momoka's swimsuit. Through the white fabric revealing her snow-white skin, light seemed to emanate from within.
"So... I feel more energetic now. Hoshizaki-san's gaze is radiant, and it feels like my inner skin is being constantly touched."
"Momoka-san, there's a limit to jokes..."
"No. I won't let go until I see where Hoshizaki-san is embarrassed."
As if to hide her shyness, Momoka deliberately put on a teasing expression. The body pressed against her was incredibly soft, feeling delicious... She wanted to touch it, but couldn't convince herself, her hands wandering in mid-air.
"Hey, what do you think when you see my body?"
"Um... of course, it's beautiful..."
"That's all? Don't you want to touch it?"
Seeing Hokuto's flustered expression, Momoka slid her hands inside her bikini. Her slender, white fingers sank into her breasts, the two soft orbs deforming, making it impossible to look away. From the side of the fabric that had slipped down, even the pink tips were visible.
"Heh... I knew it. Hoshizaki-san is thinking about even more lewd things."
Feeling as if her thoughts had been read, she couldn't answer. She was used to facing Amane, but this was the first time facing an older sister. Nervous and at a loss, Momoka pressed her body against her, almost pushing her down, and took off her uniform. The buttons on her pants were undone, and something inside her underwear jumped out, panting.
"This, this is... a boy's, penis..."
Momoka herself was shocked by her bold action, and her voice rose. Her eyes were watery as she looked back and forth between Hokuto and the penis. Finally, she swallowed and reached for the erect penis in front of her.
"When boys think about lewd things, they get wet too."
Momoka unconsciously murmured, making her increasingly shy, and she turned her face away. Seeing this, Momoka finally regained her composure, donning the mask of an "older, lecherous older sister."
"Hehe... This is a special storyline exclusively for my enthusiastic fan, Hokuto-kun."
As Momoka said this, her penis was gripped by something soft.
"Gurgle... Momoka-kun..."
Her penis was completely buried in Momoka's cleavage,
feeling the weight of her V-cup. Her breasts, leaning towards her on either side, were full of mass, conveying Momoka's body temperature. A slight dampness, proof that Momoka was equally excited. The skin of her sweaty breasts was incredibly smooth, making her penis feel like it was inside a warm jelly.
"Hey, Hoshizaki-kun, after seeing my photobook... have you... masturbated?"
Caught off guard by this question, he snapped out of his dreamlike, pleasurable state and couldn't answer. Of course, he had. As a reference for later... he appreciated Momoka's photobook, studying it with an attitude beyond work, and it was very practical. But it would be so embarrassing to say it out loud…
“Ugh! If you don’t answer honestly, this will happen!”
Momoka rubbed her breasts together forcefully. Her nipples, like gummy candies, caused a painful yet pleasurable sensation each time they rubbed against the glans, and her waist twitched involuntarily.
“I-I’ve masturbated! I’ve masturbated!”
“Hehe, what kind of photos were they?”
“Photos of me holding a marble soda bottle between my breasts… and, licking ice cream. Looking at those photos, you imagine what it feels like to be licked…”
“Hehe, so, doing it like this, you’ve already imagined it?”
Momoka’s cheeks turned even redder, and she breathed heavily. Although she acted calmly, she must have felt very shy. The penis was held tightly by her breasts, and the glans peeked out from between her breasts. Momoka stuck out her tongue and licked it.
“Wow… Momoka-san!?”
“Don’t move. The penis will run away…”
Momoka rubbed her upper body together and then focused on licking the penis. This was evidence of excitement, wasn’t it? The penis slid along with the sweat, and a wet, slurping sound came from between her breasts. The penis felt a comfortable temperature, and the urethra was being licked like a lollipop. Before his eyes, he was witnessing a scene that a gravure idol had performed countless times in his dreams. Not only that, but he could also hear the wet licking sounds and panting. The scent that made his nose twitch was the smell of Momoka's sweat and body odor. He felt the warmth of the girl's body on his skin, soft, and her tongue carefully licking... It was all just like in the photos, no, it felt even better than the photos.
"You're about to cum, aren't you? You can... Cum in my mouth."
Momoka moved her tongue like a kitten, kissing the urethra. His eyes, ears, skin, penis... his body was completely absorbed in Momoka, but then he heard those words, as if even his heart was being soothed, and he could no longer hold back. The sweet atmosphere eased the tension, and his desire broke through the limit, gushing out from his urethra.
"Mmm, mmm, spit... mmm, mmm, mmm mmm..."
The semen sprayed aggressively onto Momoka's tongue, into his mouth, and even smeared his cheeks and lips. Momoka's eyes blinked rapidly, tears welling up. But there was no disgust in her expression. She swallowed several times, gulping down the liquid in her mouth.
"Hehe...so young, you've already ejaculated so much..."
Despite being only a year younger, Momoka's proud, older-sisterly smile
was incredibly cute. Sweat mixed with semen dripped down her chin, rolling down her cleavage—a very alluring sight. Staring intently, his recently ejaculated penis hardened again.
"Hmm, annoying...you can't help it with young people..."
Noticing this, Momoka's eyes became watery. No, not just her eyes. Her private parts, straddling Hokuto's lap, were also soaked. Each time she couldn't help but twist her hips, the wet stains on her panties grew larger. "I can't hold back anymore. I...want to do it with Momoka-san!"
As she blurted it out, Momoka blushed,
her brow furrowing in embarrassment, but her lips gradually relaxed. After licking his penis, Momoka must have felt really uncomfortable.
"Ugh... Hoshizaki-san, I just can't do anything with you."
Momoka cautiously raised her waist, and Hokuto grabbed her buttocks. With his other hand, he moved aside the bikini fabric, and the head of his penis pressed against her blooming flower bud...
"Mmm, gurgle... Hoshizaki-san's penis... is spreading... my... vagina... ah, so hot... it's in..."
From the elastic vaginal opening, Momoka's somewhat pink genitals could be seen. Spreading it as wide as possible, the entire penis was bitten in. Unlike the soft touch of breasts holding it, the inside of her body had a complex shape, and the hot, moist flesh folds gripped the penis tightly. Her expression also lost its composure...
"Momoka-san, is this your first time...!?"
"Don't worry about such small things. You're so proud of yourself for worrying about your older sister."
Momoka pretended to be calm, but her voice trembled. To hide the painful moan that escaped her lips, Momoka pressed her lips against
Momoka's mouth, the lingering stench of semen hitting her nostrils
. Strangely, she didn't feel any disgust. This smell, seeing Momoka drinking it with such relish—thinking about it made her like her even more. To convey this feeling, her tongue entwined with Momoka's.
"Mmm... Hmph, mmm... Mmm..."
Momoka moaned in discomfort. He sucked on her lips, scraped his teeth, and drank Momoka's saliva. Although his kissing technique was terrible, he still focused on intertwining their tongues. Faced with her childish yet passionate tongue, Momoka responded with gentle kisses. No, not just kisses. With his penis inside her, Momoka twisted her waist, her genitals covered in love fluid...
As she gently swayed her waist like this, Momoka moaned. Then her lips parted, revealing a pained expression.
"Kissing isn't enough. Hoshizaki-san is such a nuisance."
After saying this, Momoka straddled him, her waist sliding
back and forth, as if rubbing her lower abdomen with her own genitals. Her vagina was overflowing with vaginal fluid. *Squeak, squelch, squelch*, countless folds of flesh sliding against the surface of the penis.
"Haa, ah, um... How is it, Hoshizaki-san? Is your vagina... comfortable...?"
Each time Momoka swayed her hips, her enormous breasts, filling her vision , also jiggled
violently. Her bikini cups slipped down, revealing her two large breasts. On the two violently shaking mounds, Momoka's flushed face could be seen. It looked like she was enduring pain. But it wasn't just pain. The evidence was the vaginal fluid flowing from her private parts, and the annoying moans escaping her throat...
"Haa... ahh... the penis is so hard... ah, um... it's grinding inside my stomach... and... um, my breasts are so swollen..."
White breast milk flowed from her nipples, running down her lower breasts.
Noticing this, Momoka shyly twisted her body, the penis thrusting in towards the girl, pushing forcefully from bottom to top. "I hate it... I hate it... my breasts are leaking... even though it's my first time..."
To soothe her breasts, stimulated by maternal instinct, Momoka blushed and twisted her body, but the milk showed no signs of abating. He liked this girl and wanted to see her even more adorable side. Facing the shy Momoka who couldn't move, he continued to thrust upwards...
"Ah, ahh... orgasm, orgasm... haa, ahhhhhh..."
Beads of sweat appeared on Momoka's skin, her abdomen convulsed, and her narrow virgin vagina contracted. As the girl climbed to the peak of pleasure, semen sprayed deep into her vagina.
"So hot... my, my stomach... I'm getting burned by the semen... ah... another, another orgasm... ah... ahhh, orgasm... ahhh, orgasm, orgasm, orgasm!"
Momoka's body convulsed. Her connected vaginal opening contracted several times. Intoxicated by the feeling of her first time ever, ahhh, ahhh... Momoka kept panting. But the pleasure finally faded, and her body went limp, like a doll with its strings cut, lying on Hokuto's body.
"Momoka-san, you're so cute. And it felt so good."
As he stroked Momoka's hair, Momoka squinted back at him.
"It's only natural for a guy who's graduated from virginity to be full of confidence."
"Ah...yes, I'm sorry! I sounded too proud."
"No, it's not bad to let a younger boy touch your hair."
It must have been Momoka's first time having sex too, but she seemed to adapt very quickly. The tone was still teasing, but with their bodies pressed together, she squinted her eyes in ecstasy, obediently letting him stroke her hair
. "Hoshizaki-san, nice to meet you from now on."
"Yes, please do!"
As she answered, his penis throbbed inside Momoka again.
"You're so horny... You really are. 'Nice to meet you' means work-related, right? You'll be my manager from now on, right? First up is the first concert."
"Huh? You want to participate?" "
When we were filming, Hoshizaki-san stared at me, didn't she? It felt good to be stared at by a fan for the first time."
Momoka smiled and squinted her eyes .
"I'll have to ask you for help, Hokuto."
After saying this in a coquettish voice, Momoka licked Hokuto's lips.
Ginkira Academy has a stage, recording studio, and all kinds of equipment. Although it's an academy for nurturing young Japanese idols, the equipment is all professional-grade. Compared to those businesses that have to worry about budgets, life here can be much more fulfilling.
Today's class will use a special classroom in the academy for a photography practice using the academy's photography studio. Even if you want to be a manager in the future, you can't give a good or bad evaluation of idols without enough photos. Here, she's taking a photography class, learning the basics.
"I feel so shy. Nice to meet you today, Hoshizaki-san, Yuukari-chan."
It's Nanba Aisa who can't speak calmly. Today, she's going to experience being a swimsuit model, and her photos will be published in the school newspaper. "I absolutely want to become an idol!" The interview, with its loud and frank declaration, is over, and now it's time for the photoshoot.
"You're nervous at this level? No good. Aisa will also be participating in the next concert."
"Can I really do it? This is my first time standing on a large stage."
"Don't think too much. Aisa, just do your best to show yourself and perform for the audience."
They try to persuade her, but Aisa still finds it hard to believe. She shyly twists her body, her 99cm M-cup breasts jiggling heavily, feeling like they're about to burst through the buttons of her uniform. Even though she's wearing a uniform, she's already wearing a swimsuit underneath—how alluring!
In Yuukari's profile, Aisa is also one of the people she needs to ask to participate in the performance. If Momoka is like an older sister you want to cuddle with, then Aisha is the kind of classmate you can play with and who's full of energy. If the two of them stood on stage together, it would definitely feel great, with a mutually supportive effect .
"It's okay, the audience will be really excited if Aisha stands on stage. Come on, Aisha, look over here! Aisha is so cute today!"
"Huh!? Wait, taking pictures suddenly isn't allowed!"
Suddenly, a camera was raised; Aisha had already been interviewed in front of a camera. The tension eased somewhat, and Aisha gave a shy smile before covering her face with her hands—
"That's really great! Miss Aisha, please look this way too!"
Yukari's voice came from beside her. She raised her DSLR camera, as if looking up at Aisha, and lay down on the ground.
"You suddenly took pictures from this angle."
"Don't worry. We're both girls, even taking some risky photos is legal!"
"Japan doesn't have such a law!"
Facing her idol again, Yukari was so focused that she forgot everything else. Her ambition to become a manager, in a sense, was perhaps happiness. " If she became a paparazzi, a lot of big things would definitely happen.
" "It's time to joke around. Even if you're both girls, photos from this angle are no good."
He could directly criticize Yukari, who was also studying management. Because his tone was a bit harsh, Yukari shouted, "Aaaaaah!?" At the same time, her fingers trembled, and the shutter sounded from the DSLR camera.
"So, I said no, didn't I?"
"Ah, no!"
He snatched the camera from the blushing and flustered Yukari. Ignoring her protests, he looked for the delete file button. Aisha next to him also came over to look at the LCD screen.
"No! Mr. Hoshizaki can't look!" Yukari
rolled on the ground struggling. On the screen was skin with no sun damage. Snow-white, with just the right amount of flesh, and you could see the flower bud in the narrow slit. As Aisha looked, her face became redder and redder—
"Aaaaaaah~! I forgot, I forgot to wear underwear!?"
Then, Aisha's scream echoed in the photo studio.
Nanba Aisha was a girl who was a bit of a ditz
and often caused some trouble, but she always responded with great energy. She's the type who acts before thinking, so her attention is easily distracted. Therefore, it's quite normal for her to sometimes forget to wear underwear.
"...Waaah...I was going to be late this morning, so I forgot to wear it. Going to school, climbing stairs, in the classroom, I'm always naked...I'll never get married..."
But for a teenage girl, that's definitely damaging. After taking Aisha, who was too injured to stand, back to the classroom, only two managers remained in the studio. One held a DSLR camera, while the other fidgeted restlessly, covering her chest with her hands—
no, she
couldn't cover her enormous breasts even with her hands spread wide. Yukari, wearing only a small bikini, was searching for clothes suitable for a photoshoot, but her chest was so tightly bound that the fabric was sunken in
. "It's practically bondage. You're definitely a submissive type."
"Yukari isn't a submissive. I'm actually a dominant, but I can't find a swimsuit that fits."
"Liar. How can someone as often bullied as you be a dominant?"
"Huh? Weren't you talking about breasts?"
This sentence was shocking, and she subconsciously counted on her fingers: A, B, C… While not as big as Momoka's watermelon, they were definitely larger than cantaloupes. Unlike Momoka's meticulously trained, artistic body, this rather disproportionately voluptuous body was more stimulating. If only she could bury her face in her thighs and rub against them…
"Are you really going to take a picture of me? It definitely won't work… Yukari can't replace Ms. Aisha…"
"There's no way around it. If this continues, the school newspaper will be blank. You're a reader too, do you want the photo column to be empty?"
Hearing this, Yukari stared blankly at the sky. The words had hurt her deeply, her expression shifting from dazed to furious…
“You have to send the photos to the editorial department. Bonus!”
A few provocative words were enough to make Yukari forget to cover her chest, clenching her fists. Fan psychology really needs to be taken care of.
“That’s right. But now, the only one left who can meet the audience’s expectations is you.”
“Waaah… I, I know…”
“Enough, stop hesitating!”
So, there’s only one way now. Cutting off his hesitation, he stealthily approached Yukari…
“Eeee!? Ah, ah… You can’t touch that place! Ah… Ah, ah, you can’t put your hand inside the swimsuit! Yaaaa… I, I’ll be good… I’ll be a model… Ah… Mr. Hoshizaki, please let me
go!” He needed to show her how serious he was. This emotion was making a difference. Yukari was moved to tears, agreeing to the request.
The photoshoot would begin
with a white backdrop. A soft mat, the kind used on the beach, was laid out for the model to lie on. Yongri, who was very particular about photography techniques, was unaccustomed to being photographed, her expression stiff. The shutter clicked—
"Wow!?"
The moment the photo was taken—the surrounding photography lights also lit up. Faced with the shutter sound and flash, Yongri forced a stiff smile, her shoulders tensing, her fists clenched—probably because she was nervous. She had just covered her chest and body with her hands, perhaps trying to be
more careful.
But both the camera and the girl possessed an incredible magic. Observing through the camera, it felt as if the whole world consisted only of herself and Yongri. Her mind was consumed by the thought of taking a good photo,
driven by photographic impulse, continuing to photograph the disheveled Yongri.
Each time the shutter clicked, Yongri would cry out, "Wow! Wow!" But gradually, she got used to it, her voice softening. Her body relaxed, her tense gaze softened, and her skin flushed…
“Hmm, something feels off. The area around my chest is rather dark.”
“At times like this, you need to adjust the aperture. Open it…”
“I know. Open it and adjust it, right?”
Thinking about it, there really are gravure idols who take photos while wearing swimsuits. Pulling open the swimsuit that was sunk into her breasts, her snow-white breasts were fully exposed, and the bulging front could be seen.
“Oh, really! After opening it, the contrast between her skin and the pink is amazing!”
“N-no! Opening it means rotating it…”
“Rotating it? That’s it!”
Hearing what Yukari said, this time she grabbed the swimsuit cups and rotated them. The swimsuit that was originally sunk into her breasts now felt like it was being eaten up by her breasts, and her lower body felt like a ham tied with ropes.
“No, no, no! It’s not rotating it here!?”
The swimsuit, which felt like thin ropes, was completely buried in her vulva, and Yukari was distressed. Splashed by the liquid flowing out, Hokuto finally came to her senses.
"Wow, why is it all wet there?"
"Waaah... So embarrassing... Yukari isn't used to being filmed... I always feel embarrassed in front of the camera..."
"Judging by how wet it is, you actually like being played with, don't you?"
After saying this, Yukari blushed and spurted out hot fluid. As if she had been seen as embarrassed, she swallowed the labia of the bikini and continued to squirt.
"I... I don't like being played with... I just... feel embarrassed..."
"This is what being played with is. It's clearly an S cup, but you have an M body type. These are deceptive breasts!"
After saying this in a strong tone, she sucked on the exaggerated breasts that looked to be over 110 centimeters long. The pink protrusions decorating the swollen tops stood up, creating two small mountains with different textures on the soft breasts. She held the nipple and rotated it, feeling a comfortable elasticity on the tip of her tongue. Following the movement of her tongue, Yukari gasped, and Hokuto focused on sucking on the nipple, feeling the liquid on the tip of her tongue. Sweet, warm, a nostalgic scent…
“My breasts… my breasts are leaking… so embarrassing… Yukari’s nipples are so sensitive… if I… if I keep playing with them, it will feel too good, I won’t be able to stop…”
“So, before the breast milk came out, you were masturbating by playing with your nipples, right?”
Hearing this, Yukari’s lips trembled and she shook her head. Breast milk was flowing from her nipples, drool was dripping from the corners of her mouth, tears were rolling from the corners of her eyes, and her body was unbearably itchy. Pulling open her swimsuit, a lot of fluid flowed out, revealing a light red mucous membrane. “No, no, no, you absolutely can’t look there! It’s so embarrassing!”
“Where is ‘there’? You won’t know if you don’t explain clearly.”
Yukari was a super masochist. Looking at her delicate expression, he felt like a strange switch had been turned on, and he wanted to tease her more and more. Yukari also became more and more excited…
“So… my private parts… my private parts… are leaking a lot of sexy fluid, and I feel so good, you absolutely can’t look at them!”
The cleft opened and fluid flowed out, and Yukari was at his mercy. Her eyes were watery, revealing an expression that seemed to yearn to be bullied. Stiff nipples, trembling knees, sweat-drenched skin, toes twitching and clenching involuntarily… Her mouth said “no,” but her actions were all an attempt to entice him
to respond to that expectation. He reached for the wet opening, his index finger slipping into
Yukari’s vagina—it was incredibly tight, with subtle contours that gripped his fingertip. It was tight enough to hurt, but as his fingertip bent and probed, Yukari groaned, writhing on the cushion.
“You’re so cute like this. It’s a shame you’re a manager. Being an idol would be better.”
“Yukari can’t… I’m afraid to be photographed…”
“What nonsense are you talking about? Cute, sexy, and a total masochist—isn’t that just a comedy idol?”
“Huh? Yukari isn’t a gravure idol, but a comedy idol?”
Hearing this, Yukari showed a disappointed expression. That expression was adorable, making the penis inside his pants even harder. As he pulled out his penis and pressed it against the entrance, Yukari's expression suddenly turned expectant.
"Don't do this... Even if it's Hoshizaki-san, only this..."
"When a comedic idol says 'no,' it actually means 'yes.'"
"N-No, that's not right~~~!"
Though she said this, Yukari's attitude showed no resistance. He thrust his hips forward, the glans forcing open the entrance and entering Yukari's body.
"Ah, ahh... It's in... Hoshizaki-san's penis...!?"
Although he had used his fingers to fully open it, the entrance was still quite tight. The glans, tightly gripped by the vaginal opening, felt a little painful. But he still used his weight to repeatedly force open the vaginal opening.
"Ahh, umm... the penis is trembling inside..."
"It feels good inside Yukari. Can you move?"
"Th-then... that means..."
"You didn't say no, so it means you can?"
"Wh-how could this be~!"
He forcefully shook his hips, causing Yukari to moan
. Although Yukari's voice resisted, she obediently exposed her private parts, holding her thighs with both hands. It couldn't be genuine resistance, could it? Fear, pain, shyness, yet intense interest… a subtle mix of emotions, even Yukari herself couldn't understand it.
She buried her face in Yukari's chest, her tongue swirling around her sensitive nipples. "Ah, um," Yukari groaned
, her voice gradually becoming more alluring as he carefully caressed her breasts. The soft cushion, maintaining a delicate balance, shifted to one side, her vagina becoming even wetter, gripping his penis and beginning to convulse.
"Hoo ah ah um… so, so deep… it's hitting… my cervix…"
Their bodies pressed tightly together, the perfectly proportioned fleshy mounds bearing the weight. Sweat-drenched skin clung to each other, both their bodies swaying back and forth. Between them, only the erect penis remained stiff. The soft, fleshy flesh pressed tightly against him, writhing and pressing against his penis. Resisting the pressure, he swayed his hips back and forth, the wet folds scraping against his penis.
"Gurgle, ah, um, Mr. Hoshizaki… vagina… it's stretched open…"
Yukari swayed like a pudding. As the penis thrust in and out, her voice, expression, fleshy flesh—everything relaxed. Because of the friction of the penis against her flesh, the folds of her secreted fluid clung to it, feeling a near-scalding temperature. Soft, tightly gripping… yet carrying a high temperature, making his hips unable to stop. His hips swayed, and love juices squeezed out from their point of contact. The piston-like motion was rough, but for the super-masochistic Yukari, it must have felt good too. Each time the penis penetrated her, his expression became one of ecstasy.
"Please, please ejaculate... Mr. Hoshizaki... anytime, anytime..."
Yukari's voice rose, begging for ejaculation. While her mouth said "anytime," her vagina clenched tightly, refusing to release the penis. Responding to this silent urging, he accelerated his hip movements, pushing Yukari to the brink. "Ugh, ah, ahhh, ahhhhh... Mr. Hoshizaki's penis is swelling inside my vagina... ah, ah... gurgle ahhhhh...!"
A scream escaped her lips as her hips
trembled, sweat poured from her body, and her knees kicked wildly. Simultaneously, her vagina clenched even tighter, violently twisting and caressing the penis. The initial tightness was incredibly pleasurable, but the sensation of orgasm was entirely different. Her vagina convulsed, the soft pressure tightening in waves. He had been bullying Yukari, and now he was being retaliated against.
"Ugh gurgle ahhhhh...!"
Ejaculation—at the same time, Yukari reached orgasm, her excitement at its peak. Her vagina contracted repeatedly, craving more semen. In a passionate response, the penis ejaculated its last drop of semen, and after withdrawing
, the man gasped for breath. Before him lay Yukari, panting on the soft cushion. Her voluptuous body was limp, her vulva wide open, semen flowing out. Immersed in the afterglow of pleasure, her gaze wandered. Even her dazed expression was adorable. Her hand reached for the camera beside her—
"Ah… Mr. Hoshizaki, no, no… this is embarrassing…"
Yukari weakly refused. However, her breasts, still leaking breast milk, her flushed skin, and her recently penetrated vaginal opening were all exposed without any concealment…
"This is exactly the kind of moment. Swimsuit photography begins again."
"Huh?… Aren't you going to photograph Yukari's embarrassing parts?"
"Your smirk is cute; it would be a waste to let others see it."
"How could I… Mr. Hoshizaki said it's cute, Yukari…"
Yukari's expression was even redder than when she was seen naked. That expression was too cute, so I subconsciously snapped a picture. "No, no, no! I said you can't take pictures like that!"
"Is it okay if it's just a picture of me? I've already had my fill anyway."
She replied with a deliberately sarcastic expression. Yukari couldn't hold back her shyness any longer; her knees trembled, and she ejaculated. [Last edited by shibingbo]

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