The most attractive parts of female classmates

The female classmate's beautiful parts

were because it was summer vacation... and not just for that reason, there were many people in front of the station.

It was almost noon now, and the number of delivery trucks was noticeable. The exhaust fumes and heat from the vehicles made it feel even more stuffy.

I checked the digital clock at the bank; it was 10:32. There were still almost 30 minutes until the time I agreed to meet Kazuya.

I walked through the alley towards the shopping street.

Familiar shops lined up side by side, and facing the crossroads was that pharmacy—the vegetarian pharmacy... it was where Ms. Mako lived.

I gently knocked on the antique frog decoration in front of the shop and stood in front of the automatic door.

The glass door opened, "Yo, you knocked on my little frog again, didn't you?"

It was Ayako who spoke to me... Ms. Mako's younger sister. Ayako and Ms. Mako, although sisters, didn't look alike. Compared to her glamorous older sister, the younger sister gave off a more plain feeling. To me, Ayako was more interesting and had a good appearance, which I liked more, but she herself seemed to feel quite inferior to her older sister. Ako, a rather introverted girl, spends all year at the pharmacy counter, her face always bearing a melancholy expression. It seems to have gotten particularly bad this past year.

"No, it's just a routine greeting."

"Don't be like that, don't hit the little frog anymore."

Perhaps my words lacked persuasiveness, because Ako didn't listen. Ako is already 20 years old this year, and the "little frog" isn't anything special… but that frog sign has been there since the first day I came here, supposedly even before Ako was born, so I can somewhat understand how much she cherishes it. Most importantly, this "nostalgia" is Ako's style, which I consider her strength.

"But it's really hot outside,"

I said playfully as usual, "You can't just come here to browse without buying anything."

Ako was unhappy.

"It's rare that I came all this way to see you… oh well. I was thinking of buying something today anyway."

"What do you want to buy?"

I had no choice but to try and get her to talk.

"Give me 12 dozen condoms,"

I said, feigning nonchalance. Ayako's expression shifted from surprise to suspicion.

She reached for the cabinet next to the counter. "What are you going to use it for...?"

she asked nervously.

What would she use it for? We're not middle schoolers; nobody's going to use it as a balloon.

I coughed deliberately. "I want to use it on Ayako!"

I reached for Ayako's summer dress belt.

"Ah!" Ayako cried out, scattering the condom boxes on the shelf.

Her neatly trimmed hair swayed, and fear flickered in her eyes.

"I'm going to use up all the condoms in the store to confirm the love between Ayako and me,"

I said, pulling on the belt. "Ooh!"

Ayako clenched her fist.

Clenching her fist and saying "I'm angry" was a pose Ayako had often struck since middle school, and I liked it. Ayako's slender fingers were beautiful.

"Just kidding... It's my friend's girlfriend's birthday, I'm giving her a gift as a prank."

Though a little reluctant, I released Ayako's belt.

"Bad habit, don't do that."

Saying this, Ayako seemed to feel a little better. She took out wrapping paper to wrap it and even tied a ribbon. ...Besides me, are there other weirdos who give medicine as birthday presents?

"Actually, maybe Eiko is planning to do something bad with it?"

Ayako glanced at me as she was almost finished wrapping it.

I shook my head, and she suspiciously handed me the condom.

"Thanks! Ayako, I love you."

I blew her a kiss. Ayako turned her face away, but her face turned red.

"I'll come again tomorrow."

Waving at me—

"No need to come."

She answered awkwardly.

11:05 AM.

I arrived at the clock tower at the agreed time, and as expected, Kazuya hadn't arrived yet.

"Hi, Eiko!"

"Hi, you asked me out and you're late."

Standing in front of me, wearing a Hawaiian shirt and looking like he was doing some suspicious business, was Sakagami Kazuya.

He had permed hair in the front and looked quite frivolous, but he wasn't so bad as a friend. If there's anything wrong with him, it's probably that he's always talking about "women, women..."

and likes to flirt. But I know he's actually still a virgin.

...In short, he's the kind of person who talks a lot but does little. But that's also one of Kazuya's good points.

"So, what are you planning to buy for Kurumi?"

I asked Kazuya after walking a few steps.

"Oh, I was thinking of getting her a cardigan or something. I found a nice clothing store on this street. The people there..."

Kazuya chuckled knowingly, seemingly with a hidden agenda.

"What's wrong with you, you disgusting guy."

To my frown, Kazuya said, "You'll understand when you get there," chuckling with a "hehehe..." The saleswoman must be beautiful.

We walked a short distance and arrived at a building. Kazuya happily boarded the elevator.

He seemed more concerned about the saleswoman than Kurumi. What a troublesome guy.

The elevator doors opened, revealing a very nice clothing store.

"To Kazuya's happy... or rather, lewd expression, I was also somewhat curious about 'what kind of beautiful lady she was.'

Following Kazuya into the shop, I saw a woman, probably a shop assistant, arranging merchandise with her back to us.

'Oh...'

A slender waist, long legs, long black hair reaching her waist, her back view was perfect.

'Welcome.'

Shaking her black hair, she turned around.

In that instant, my time stopped. ...Perhaps she felt the same way.

'Hello, Natsuko... This is my friend

, Senmura.' Kazuya said, completely oblivious to my expression.

But, there was no need for introductions, we didn't know each other's names.

Masaki Natsuko. I met her two years ago in the summer. Natsuko was the first person to let me understand the 'woman's' body.

That summer... my first summer in high school... I was working selling ice cream on the Shirahama coast in Izu (always like this). After being freed from labor, I met a woman watching the waves alone on the beach at dusk. That was Natsuko. Natsuko,

traveling alone, and I, after finishing my part-time job, spent a few days together." We went swimming in the sea, cycling, and exercising together.

Then, on the night before we were to return to Tokyo… Natsuko and I made love. Before that, I knew absolutely nothing about "women," but Natsuko taught me everything.

To this day, I still can't forget that night.

I was incredibly nervous, not even knowing where the entrance was. When Natsuko's fingers, which were trying to guide me, gently touched me, I unconsciously released everything.

The spurt landed on Natsuko's smooth abdomen, full breasts, and hardened nipples, leaving a white stain.

At that moment, if Natsuko had blamed me for being useless, I might have lost all self-confidence. But Natsuko did the opposite; she smiled and encouraged me, taking my shrunken member into her mouth. Under the caress of her warm tongue, I was reawakened.

Before dawn, I used all my strength to love Natsuko. Natsuko responded to everything I hoped for. I reveled in the twisting of her female body at various angles, and Natsuko, gradually becoming intoxicated, also lost herself in love with me.

But I discovered something.

Natsuko's heart was wounded…

I didn't know the details. But it was because she had suffered enough that she traveled alone. She must have come to me to forget something.

Although I knew this, there was nothing I could do. Because if someone as young as me were to comfort her with what I thought was an understanding tone, it would only make things worse.

As a result, as soon as morning arrived, I said goodbye to Natsuko, parting ways without exchanging addresses on the platform of the small train station. For me, the woman I loved for those few short days was a summer memory of both sweetness and bitterness.

[Two years have passed since then…] “Hey, do you think this is good?”

Kazuya’s voice broke the reverie.

“Uh…it suits me well…”

Natsuko smiled at my wry smile.

“Oh, Kazuya, are you getting a gift for your girlfriend?”

Natsuko tossed her long hair as she looked at the blouse Kazuya had chosen.

“Well, well, isn’t she beautiful?”

Kazuya smiled, carrying the bag containing the blouse.

Leaving Natsuko’s clothing store, we returned to the street.

“What’s wrong, Emi? She’s so beautiful, you can’t even say anything?”

Faced with Kazuya’s persistent questioning, I replied perfunctorily, “Um…”

Lost in my own thoughts, I let this guy take the money I needed to buy a cover-up (it's still a loan, though when will he pay me back?), and he even declared to Natsuko that Kurumi "isn't my girlfriend, just like a little sister."

"I'll get Natsuko!"

Kazuya suddenly declared.

"Natsuko, so... what about Kurumi?"

"I'll get Kurumi too!"

Kazuya replied calmly.

"Forget it. You can't have your cake and eat it too."

Anyway, I still had to give him some advice. Putting Kurumi aside, I didn't think Natsuko would even consider Kazuya. She wanted a mature man.

"Don't worry, things are almost settled with Kurumi. It'll be done in the next day or two."

Faced with Kazuya's confident pronouncements, I could only shrug and say, "Oh well."

If you think a gift can win a girl over, the outcome is predictable. I hope it doesn't turn into "a summer filled only with lonely memories."

"Ichiya, there's something I need to tell you first. If you don't consider the other person first, you'll probably end up with a tragic result."

Ichiya nodded "Oh" at my words. But whether he really understood was still a question.

While we were chatting, we arrived at the place where Ichiya and Kurumi had agreed to meet... the tea shop "Otimtim". This is also a place I often come to because I love coffee. I especially like their blended coffee.

To my surprise... I opened the door with the bell hanging on it, and two girls came to greet us.

Sitting on the bar stool, "Ah, Yō. Long time no see." It was Kurumi who waved happily. Ichiya's poor [?] girlfriend, Nishina Kurumi, who was two-timing.

Stopping washing things at the bar and looking at me with a "humph" was Rimi. Kurokawa Rimi.

Rimi with her refreshing short hair and slightly taller stature for a girl... and Kurumi with her thick hair carefully braided into two braids on the left and right sides, who was relatively petite for a high school student... The two were quite contrasting, but they were both my classmates. Rimi, who likes boyish clothes, and Kurumi, who dresses like a girl, look quite amusing together.

"Ichiya, what would you like to drink?"

"Me, Italian coffee."

To Rimi, who was asking what she wanted to order, "I'll have my usual..."

"Yes, a blended coffee, right?"

She understood without me saying anything.

She and I have been rivals since elementary school. This tea shop, "otimtim," is run by Rimi's uncle, and Rimi is the star girl here... you could say she's the assistant manager. She herself dreams of running a tea shop someday, so she works hard every day.

"Oh. And, give me an egg sandwich."

After ordering, I finally calmed down.

"Yo, you're finally done with work... weren't you saying you were going hiking?"

Rimi said to me while wiping the clean cups...

"Yeah, something came up... Ah. It was a lot of work, I'm so tired."

My neck cracked. I can't say I didn't go because of the fortune teller's strange prophecy, but Rimi, knowing I wouldn't tire myself out from such a small amount of work, still looked at me suspiciously. You can't hide anything from Rimi. Looking back, it's immediately clear that Rimi was the one who made me lose my virginity. I've always felt inferior in her presence. After all, we've known each other for so long; she knows everything about me—my personality, living environment, thought patterns, likes and dislikes… even the brand of my underwear—so there's really nothing I can do about it. Plus, my only major weakness was revealed to Rimi. And because of that, I owed her a "favor."

It happened in elementary school.

We were at a campsite in Okutama. I felt the urge to urinate at night and went to the public restroom outside. There, I ran into Rimi, who was also out using the restroom. Rimi said, "It's dark, I'm scared… I'm sorry, can you stay here?" So I waited for Rimi at the dimly lit sink in front of the restroom, and just then…

the thing I hate most fell down right in front of me—a spider!

我不觉地发出哀嚎，而且很不中用的，竟然抱住了里美。而问题就这么来了。我抱住里美的样子，被叫松河的同级生看到了。这个松河是人称「会走路的播音器」的多嘴婆，在这件事发生的翌日，成为众人的传闻了。

说是「黑川和悭村在夜里泡在一起」，然后「黑川和悭村在相爱」，最后「黑川没穿衣服，把悭村xxx给ooo了」。这样的谣言还传到了老师的耳中，而被叫到办公室去。对于觉得好玩而扩大谣言的家伙，我揍了他，但对女孩子倒是出不了手，没办法封她们的嘴。但令人欣喜的，是里美一直不吭声。肯定的话倒还不说，要是否定了，一定会被问「那么，为什么？」。如此一来，我就会成为「因为一只蜘蛛而哀叫并抱住女孩子的男孩」了。 Looking back now, it doesn't matter, but for me, who was just a child at the time, it was a matter of saving face.

Because Rimi ignored everyone around her, the rumors disappeared without her noticing.

Ironically, Rimi and I became "good friends" because of this incident, which is quite strange.

I don't have many friends I've known from elementary school through middle and high school.

And... Rimi knows more than 70% about me, but I know less than 50% about Rimi? I only realized this now. I only realized

this now... [It seems... she's suddenly become more womanly... But I've never heard Rimi talk about boys since elementary school... Is she going through puberty?] That can't be. Rimi is a particularly early bloomer among girls; at least around the second year of middle school, she was taller than me.

With her back to me as she made coffee, the curve of her waist looked like that of a different person.

[Hmm...] "Ah, that's great! Is it suitable for me? Thank you, Kazuya."

Kurumi was innocently happy to receive the gift.

"This is a gift from me."

I handed her the one I bought at Saito Pharmacy.

"Hmm?" Rimi was also surprised and leaned over the counter.

"Wow, even Emi gave you one? I'm so happy!"

Facing Kurumi's innocent smile, I felt a little guilty.

"Can I open it?"

I quickly stopped Kurumi, who was pointing at the thing.

"N-no...it's best to open it in your room after you get home, okay?"

Rimi immediately interjected, noticing my flustered state.

"It's a birthday present from Yō, it's probably nothing good anyway. It's better to throw it away, right?"

It really wasn't a good thing, but she really didn't say anything nice.

"Yō, what did you give her?" Even the unlovable Ichiya asked pointlessly. "Stop nagging...Kurumi's another year older, I thought she might need...something."

Hearing my words, Rimi laughed as if she knew what was inside, but Ichiya didn't seem to understand. "Hmm..." After a vague, half-understanding reply, "Well, it's about time, let's go, Kurumi?" I stood up from my seat and urged her.

"Goodbye, Yō. This is on me."

You bastard! Who paid for the blouse you gave Kurumi? Seriously.

Watching Kurumi wave goodbye as she walked out of the shop, I couldn't help but worry about her small, thin figure, which might fall victim to Ichizai's cruelty.

For some reason, seeing Kurumi—was she my sister… or my daughter…?—stirred up my paternal instincts.

"Yo, what a wicked hobby."

I felt like I'd heard those words somewhere before, and I hurriedly turned around, facing the shop. Rimi, arms crossed, was glaring at me. Heh heh heh…

Many people have insulted me, but the only one who's ever apologized to me is Rimi. Her words are incredibly persuasive; it's really awkward.

Rimi, silently eating her egg sandwich, gave me a strange smile.

"By the way, Yo, do you know when my birthday is?"

She suddenly leaned over the counter.

"Uh…" I almost choked on my egg sandwich.

"Uh, well… I don't know."

Of course, I pretended not to know; I actually did. It's November 17th, a week from now.

"Yo... your watch is nice."

Rimi persisted, seemingly chasing after me since I hadn't acknowledged it.

She'd never asked me for a birthday present before; this year was just bad luck.

Seriously, I'd spent a fortune.

"Okay. I'll think about it."

"It's alright, I was just saying anyway."

Rimi said something like a girl (though she is a girl to begin with...). I took off my apron and put on my jacket.

"I want to go out and buy something. Can you watch the shop for me?"

"Yeah. I don't mind..."

I suddenly noticed Rimi's jacket.

[Strange...?] It was the kind of ordinary jacket Rimi liked, the kind boys wore... but I felt like I'd seen it somewhere before... um... I couldn't remember.

"Well, I'll be back in five minutes, please."

After Rimi went out to buy something, I still thought about it.

Chapter Four

"It's in this dead-end alley."

I was led to a detached building not far from my apartment. The sign read "Sakuma."

"Come in, come in..."

"Then I'll be bothering you."

Urged by the only daughter of the family, "Sakuma Chiharu," I stepped into the house from the entrance.

The sun was setting, and fiery red sunlight streamed in through the windows.

Chiharu snapped on the lights and air conditioning.

"Wait a minute, I'll be right there."

She immediately went to the kitchen.

Today, Chiharu would be serving dinner.

I looked around the living room.

"You might be bored, why don't you watch some TV?"

Chiharu, already wearing an apron, brought over a plate of iced juice.

"No one's home today, so don't be nervous." After turning on the TV, she hurriedly returned to the kitchen. I didn't watch TV; I was only focused on Chiharu's back. A woman standing in the kitchen, I thought, was incredibly beautiful. My encounter with Chiharu was in that hellish "Akage Ice Making" factory. After finishing a tedious all-night shift and switching to the early shift, it was Chiharu who said "Thank you for your hard work," which sounded like an angel's voice to my weary ears at the time. After that, we greeted each other and naturally talked about the future. Because we couldn't have a proper conversation at work, we met three times outside of work. Twice were after Chiharu's work, just to have tea together, and the third time we went to see a movie.

She's nineteen this year, a year older than me. I've always called her "Chiharu." She's currently unemployed, though she calls herself an "unemployed woman," implying she only works because she's bored and lonely.

Despite only being a year apart, Chiharu loves to act like an older sister. On our third date, after the movie, she took me to a bar.

But Chiharu's alcohol tolerance is terrible; two glasses of whiskey with water made her completely drunk, which was hilarious. And when she heard I was living alone, she said, "Okay, okay, I'll cook for you!"

From her appearance, she didn't seem like someone who could cook, so I kept quiet, but... she grabbed my neck and asked, "Did you hear me?"

As a result, Chiharu passed out in the bar, and I was forced to take her home.

Perhaps today's hospitality was also a way of returning the favor.

"Ah...you're so annoying. You're looking at me?"

Chiharu, who seemed to have finished getting ready, noticed that I had been watching her.

"Nothing...Chiharu is so domestic...I was just thinking that."

I couldn't help but answer honestly. Living alone for a long time, it's easy to be drawn to things like this. "Is that so...does it seem so?"

Chiharu smiled happily and began to bring out the dishes. Finally, she scooped rice from the rice cooker.

"Enjoy."

I immediately picked up my chopsticks and started eating.

"Delicious!"

That was the first thing I said.

It wasn't flattery, it really was delicious. I was so surprised and embarrassed to admit that Chiharu was such a good cook.

"Delicious, so delicious!"

Chiharu said, her fingers interlaced, watching me intently as I shoveled the food into my mouth.

"Ah... sorry! Your table manners are a bit off, aren't they?"

Chiharu shook her head slightly at me as I snapped out of my daze.

"No, I prefer people who say it's delicious while they're eating it, rather than those who pretend to eat."

With that, Chiharu refilled my bowl with rice.

"Tomorrow will probably be a very hot day too..."

The weather forecaster's voice came from the TV, which was always on, but I didn't care. I savored the indescribable satisfaction and the aroma of coffee after the meal.

Chiharu was putting the plates back on the storage rack above the kitchen.

Standing on tiptoe, she wobbled precariously.

"Really..." As I got up to help, "Ah!" Chiharu cried out and swayed.

I rushed over and caught her.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Chiharu, who was answering me, trembled slightly. Almost simultaneously, I realized...

I was now hugging Chiharu from behind.

[No, this is...] This was so similar to what happened with Reiko.

Ten seconds... twenty seconds... no, almost a full minute, Chiharu and I remained there in silence. Our center of contact—when we lost our balance and were about to fall, my crotch pressed against her buttocks—to put it simply, Chiharu's buttocks were pressing against that spot.

And with the feeling that Chiharu's soft buttocks would tremble slightly, [I can't take it!] I thought, my penis already hard and engorged.

Chiharu seemed to notice this as well, her waist trembled noticeably, and her body stiffened. In that position, I slowly pushed the plate into the shelf. My "man," already rock hard, rubbed against the valley of her white peach as if digging.

I had reached my limit.

"Chiharu!"

The moment I put the plate back on the shelf, I suddenly hugged Chiharu, grabbing her breasts from behind. They were breasts with a more substantial feel than they appeared from her clothes. "No, don't!" Ignoring Chiharu's cries as she regained her senses, I frantically kneaded her full breasts. Those breasts, almost too big to hold in one hand, were squeezed, kneaded, and twisted in my fingers, taking on various shapes. They were incredibly soft, elastic, and youthful breasts.

"No... I said no..."

Ignoring Chiharu's increasingly moaning tone, I savored the smoothness of her breasts, while my heated member rubbed intensely against the cleft of her buttocks.

Reaching inside her apron, I located her nipples; Chiharu's area was already erect with excitement. As my breath mingled with "praise," I turned Chiharu around and took her red lips.

In her final resistance as she tried to turn her upper body away, I covered her lips again, pressing them together once more. Chiharu, who initially resisted the entry of my tongue, was quickly overwhelmed due to the discomfort of her backward leaning posture. With a deep exhale, I immediately slipped my tongue inside.

Like a power cord being cut, Chiharu's body gradually went limp.

Our tongues began to move, intertwining and touching in our mouths. After the long, drawn-out kiss, I lifted Chiharu's exhausted body onto the counter.

I removed her apron, her clothes, and her underwear.

"I didn't say I was going to 'entertain' you to this extent..."

Chiharu said jokingly, and I suppressed a laugh.

Her full, seemingly contradictory breasts and hips—all of this seemed to tell a man's hand that not touching them was a "sin"—such beautiful limbs.

I wanted to see the "woman" hidden between Chiharu's closed thighs, so I reached my hands between her knees.

Chiharu sensed my intention and let out an "Ah," but because her hands were supporting her upper body, she couldn't use them to cover her private parts. Her thighs seemed to be exerting a little force, but her unsteady position sitting on the kitchen counter left her with no foothold. As a result, I was left to enjoy the view. I deliberately and slowly opened her trembling inner thighs, and slowly, I began to see Chiharu's secret place. Chiharu opened her eyes, gazing at the gradually opening area.

"Ah..."

Finally, it was revealed. Having seen everything, Chiharu tilted her face to one side, letting out a rather alluring sigh. Facing the flower bud I had hoped to see, I couldn't help but swallow hard. There, a vibrant flower was already blooming, ready to welcome a man. Beautiful pale pink petals, glistening with transparent nectar, appeared moist. Receiving my passionate gaze, overflowing nectar dripped down.

"How beautiful..."

I said, bringing my face close to Chiharu's inner thighs. I gently kissed the petals, and Chiharu's thighs suddenly tightened, clamping me between them. I extended my tongue, carefully tracing the petals, where a hard, faint pearl-like substance had formed at the tip… I found the woman's most sensitive spot, and with a soft "suck," I sucked on it, rolling my tongue around.

Before I knew it, Chiharu held my head in her arms, her lips emitting a sweet, tearful cry.

Suddenly, her whole body trembled, and a clear liquid spurted from deep within her labia.

I stood up, took off my shirt, and pulled down my trousers. Between my naked legs, my engorged and aching male member stood erect against the ceiling.

I pulled Chiharu's waist close, placing the tip against the center of her petals.

In the instant our eyes met, seemingly in fear, I thrust into her in

one swift motion. "Ah!" Chiharu groaned, her brow furrowed, as she was suddenly penetrated deep inside. But it didn't seem to be from pain; rather, it felt like pleasure, as if she were savoring the intense impact, her eyes moistening. …It seems Chiharu prefers things to be a little "intense."

I grabbed Chiharu's side and, saying "Let's begin," I thrust my hips forward sharply.

"Ah—!"

Chiharu began to let out a pleasurable moan. But I didn't let up. I thrust my male body in and out violently, gradually increasing the speed. Chiharu's moans gradually turned into low groans. She was probably out of breath from the intense stimulation.

"Please... not here... let's go to my... room..."

With a groan, she managed to say these words before collapsing wearily against my chest. I held Chiharu tightly, cupped her buttocks, and left the kitchen still joined together.

"Chiharu, we won't separate until we get to the room,"

I whispered. Chiharu nodded readily, wrapping her arms around my neck and her long legs around my waist. This is the so-called "station bento" position.

Although it looks nice, I don't think it's very comfortable... How do I know this? ...Well, it's because my neighbor Reiko and I tried it. It was quite a struggle to convince the shy Reiko to let me try, but it was more like strenuous labor than pleasure (Reiko wasn't strenuous at all). Women seem to prefer something more exciting, but I felt it was ultimately just a game, so Reiko and I ended up laughing at each other.

However, things seemed different with Chiharu. Chiharu, who couldn't handle being penetrated so deeply, seemed to be quite sensitive to it. With each step I took, she made "Ah, ah" sounds.

Ultimately, with each step, my male body would hiss as it thrust deep inside her, which explained her reaction.

"The room on the left…"

After carrying Chiharu up the stairs, I walked to the front of the room. I turned the doorknob and went inside. I snapped the light on.

"Ah~ um, no!" Chiharu reached out to turn off the light, but I told her, "You can't!" and immediately went to a corner of the room.

"If you turn off the light, you won't be able to see my lovely Chiharu, will you?"

I said, placing her on the edge of the bed.

"I've seen enough already... I'll be shy..."

Chiharu pouted, and I pressed my lips to hers again. If I couldn't see such a beautiful girl's frenzied state, I might regret it for the rest of my life... Right, let's make her even more shy now.

I moved my lips away, made Chiharu turn around, and had her support herself on the edge of the bed with her hands, her buttocks raised high. After locking onto her target, I thrust into her again without hesitation.

"Oh!" This all-over blow made Chiharu cry out in pain, her head thrown back. Perhaps she had already reached a slight climax, she supported herself with her elbows. I grabbed her waist without hesitation and attacked Chiharu with furious force.

From the cleft between her buttocks, the sounds of their union were faintly visible, and the penetration became even smoother. I could feel the love fluid overflowing from Chiharu's body sliding down her inner thighs. When a woman feels sensation, her body can no longer support itself. So Chiharu could no longer even support herself with her elbows, and she was bearing the sensations coming from behind with her shoulders.

The sound of her buttocks slapping echoed throughout the room, making my excitement even higher. I reached down to Chiharu's lower abdomen and plucked her sensitive clitoris, twisting and turning it. Chiharu's petals spasmed in waves, becoming even wetter.

"I'm going crazy...it feels so strange..."

Chiharu's hand tightly gripped the hand I was using to play with her clitoris, and I withdrew it as she said. I stopped my activity and left Chiharu's body. The withdrawn penis, wet with Chiharu's fluids, gleamed, seemingly glaring angrily at the sky.

Chiharu, now without her erect penis, could no longer straighten her back and collapsed onto the edge of the bed.

I gently lifted her body and laid her on her back in the center of the bed.

I lay quietly on top of Chiharu, kissing her for what felt like the umpteenth time today. Slowly caressing her breasts, sensing that Chiharu's body was aroused again, I further caressed her, squeezing her breasts like milking a cow, loudly pecking at her erect, cherry-blossom-colored nipples. I caressed her entire body, showering her with passionate kisses wherever I went, then lifted Chiharu's thighs and hoisted her ankles onto my shoulders. After several wet, teasing rubs, I began my third penetration.

I thrust in almost vertically, this position allowing for a deeper connection. Deeper…deeper…I drove her in like a pile driver.

"Ah, no. No…I can't take it…no…no…"

What exactly was unbearable? As a man, I would never understand, but Chiharu cried, shaking her head breathlessly, begging for mercy. But this time, I wouldn't let her go; instead, I intensified my force.

"Aaaaaah—!"

A particularly loud scream echoed through the room, and Chiharu lay motionless.

At the same time, I reached my limit, and what I had been enduring was finally released. Warm, white fluid gushed from the tube and flowed into Chiharu's body. It continued and continued, as if it had forgotten to stop, gushing out violently. Just as the last drop was about to come out, I collapsed onto Chiharu, using my elbow to support myself so as not to crush her.

Chiharu, breathing heavily beneath my chest, soon quietly opened her eyes and said, "Yo...do you like me?"

"...Uh, yes. Hmm."

My shrunken body was still inside Chiharu. And Chiharu's female parts, as if wanting to hold onto it forever, twitched and tightened, making "chuchuchu, chuchuchu" sounds.

"So much came out...I can feel it, it's full inside me..."

As I savored the tightness of the gentle walls of her female body, I felt the blood flowing to my lower body again.

"No way?" Chiharu was dumbfounded.

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