[J-Cup Academy Ninja Scroll 02] Chapter 4

Chapter Four: Dragon's Whirlwind Flight

A very strong woman.

Pressing Takuma against her ample bosom, the woman spun around and sprinted down the corridor and up the stairs.

(What an amazing woman…)

(She's incredibly strong.)

Running at an unbelievable speed, the woman still managed to hold Takuma tightly. Being held by a woman at his age

felt a little embarrassing, but for some reason, Takuma also felt a sense of security and comfort.

Besides her strength, which would surprise even men, she also exuded a sweet

fragrance. Her breasts were soft, supporting Takuma's face.

(I really want to bury my face even deeper…)

Takuma squeezed in slightly.

As he inhaled, a faint 'rose scent' made him stop.

The woman stopped too. They

had somehow reached the rooftop. She must have climbed the stairs all the way up.

The woman placed Takuma's feet on the ground.

However, Takuma still kept his face pressed against the woman's chest.

"How long are you going to hold me like this?"

Takuma pulled away from her breasts, looking at the woman with surprise.

Could it be that he knew this woman? He had that feeling. However, the question was rather terrifying.

"What do you want to say?"

"Um... you wouldn't happen to be... Mido-kun?"

"What!?"

"I'm sorry if I admit I'm wrong... when we bumped into each other in the classroom, there was a rose scent..."

The chubby figure silently looked at Takuma. It was a chilling gaze.

Finally, the chubby figure reached for her hair bun. Her hair fell down, her full black hair spreading out behind her.

Sure enough, it was Mido Setsuna. The 'comrade' that Izayoi mentioned, that must be her.

"Don't be so easily tempted by Amami Maika. At least resist a little."

"B-because, I can't help it, the opponent is too strong."

"You even wanted to play nipple play yourself."

Takuma was silent. Setsuna saw it clearly. She was a female ninja not to be underestimated.

"That bulge, put it away quickly. How long are you going to keep it public?"

"Y-yes!"

Takuma pulled up his pants. When he zipped it up, he almost pinched his balls.

"Ouch... you're bleeding?"

Takuma pressed his penis and looked inside. There were seven black moles arranged in the shape of the Big Dipper.

It should be alright.

As she looked up, Setsuna Mido was right in front of her.

Her eyes seemed possessed. Her gaze quickly shifted to Takuma's penis. Her lips were half-open, exhaling a sexy breath.

(No… a bad feeling.)

(Could it be… that she was seen clearly!?)

Anyone who sees the penis instantly becomes a prisoner of desire. Could it be that even this female ninja in front of her—

"Th-that… what's wrong?"

Takuma's trembling body was grabbed by Setsuna's hands.

The moment she pushed Takuma down, an uncontrollable surge of heat coursed through Setsuna Mido's body.

—I want it!

—I want to do it!

—I want that penis inside me…!

Desire made her feel like she was about to explode. Desire surged through her body, buzzing inside.

(Stop!)

Setsuna closed her eyes, shouting at her body.

(How could you attack my penis too! Stop! Get off me now!)

She shifted her weight, trying to get away from Takuma. But, in that instant…

"—Don't hold back anymore. You really want a physical contract, don't you? "

My body whispers to me.

"—The King's Penis can make you feel so good! Don't you want to experience this pleasure!?"

(No need!)

I shake my head in refusal, but my hands can't push the thorax away. The penis in front of me is something I can't stand.

(Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Who's manipulating me! How can I be seduced by the King's Penis!)

"—Don't hold back. Let the penis penetrate me.

" (No! I don't want to be penetrated!)

Even though I strongly deny it, my body can't leave the thorax. My clitoris is aching and wet.

(Stop! I can't get aroused...!)

I shake my head in a flash.

No.

I'm a female ninja.

The other person is someone I must protect. If I want to have sex just because I see the King's Penis, how can I protect my lord from those unscrupulous

people ? How can I rape my lord?

Even if I think like that.

"—I want it!

"—I want to be penetrated!

"—I want to be penetrated!

Even with my eyes closed, the image of the Big Dipper still appears in my dark vision.

"—Don't you want to know about the King's Penis?"

And it's making my blood boil.

--What is the purpose of the King's Penis? Is it to create misfortune? Is it for the pleasure of dictators?

Don't you want to know the reason for the King's Penis's existence?

(I'm not interested!)

--Idiot. Still trying to hold on? Come on, let the penis penetrate your body and summon the demon god.

( Stop

!) Setsuna closed her eyes.

--Come on, guide the King's Penis into your vagina. Experience supreme pleasure. Summon the demon god.

(Stop...!)

Setsuna opened her mouth and groaned.

But, in the next instant, her body betrayed reason and pulled down her underwear on its own.

(What are you doing! Stop, stop!)

Even shouting couldn't stop her body. A second later, she lowered her waist and swallowed Takuma's penis -- the King's Penis --

into her slit.

The thick tip, with a squelching sound, penetrated the slit and went inside.

(Haaah!)

Setsuna instinctively arched her body.

Takuma has an ordinary appearance, how could he hide such a famous sword, a penis that makes women feel so good

? Just being pierced by that penis sent shivers down her spine.

It was a demonic blade. Just being pierced by this sword paralyzed her uterus, and her thighs and back trembled

uncontrollably. Her head and body felt like they were melting. The most potent aphrodisiac in history.

(This, this is... the King's Penis...!?)

It was only natural for Izayoi to respond to Takuma's demands every day. No matter how much training he accumulated, once he tasted this

penis , he would be captured.

(Ugh... so good... so good...)

Setsuna felt distressed.

Her mind understood that this behavior was unacceptable, but her body shook her buttocks vigorously. As if she wanted to fully enjoy the hardness and thickness of

the penis , her plump buttocks swayed. Waves of pleasure pierced her brain.

"Ugh... what, what are you doing..."

"Nonsense, this isn't my fault..."

Even if Setsuna said that, in the end, it was her own fault.

"Hoo hoo hoo! Ugh! Hoo hoo hoo..."

She subconsciously cried out.

Her nipples hardened under her blue robe. Now, if her breasts were touched, she would definitely orgasm.

She wanted to orgasm.

No, no.

She was a female ninja of the Momiji school. The one who protects the King's Penis. She had to protect this man from the villains...

-- "For the Lord of the King's Penis who will one day appear, you must offer your life."

Remembering the stern instructions given by the former head of the family when she first began her training,

even after losing an eye, he still gave her the same instructions

. " You lost an eye to protect the royal stem. Feel happy."

Setsuna shook her head.

What happiness?

It's just making herself feel good. If she can't summon the demon god—

Takuma's voice sounded like he was about to ejaculate.

"Almost ejaculating..."

"Idiot, again..."

To pursue more pleasure, his hips began to shake violently. Making squelching sounds, the penis continued

to penetrate to the deepest point. At this moment, the penis would rub against the vaginal walls, the glans hitting the cervix.

"Hoo ah... ugh... stop... stop..."

Setsuna shouted to herself.

Stop.

Don't move on your own.

She kept commanding her body, but her body shook even more violently. Underneath her blue robe, her

breasts, also swayed wildly.

It felt too good, she couldn't bear it.

Takuma's hand was pressed against the concrete floor, as if he was about to ejaculate. He didn't reach for her breasts. Setsuna couldn't hold back.

"Touch my breasts..."

Setsuna grabbed Takuma's hand, guiding it to the full breasts that strained against her robe. Her hands tightened, grasping the fullness of her breasts.

The fullness of her breasts was so captivating, her fingers sinking completely inside.

"Hoo ah ah..."

A sweet tremor ran down her spine. Her whole body trembled uncontrollably.

(Ah ah...! So good...!)

(More...!)

Takuma gripped even tighter. He pulled open her robe, revealing her breasts.

Very three-dimensional breasts.

Both were large, three-dimensional breasts; Maika's were rocket-shaped and pointed, while Setsuna's breasts were like

small watermelons hanging on her chest. Like two melons placed together, they had an incredibly large weight.

Like a blonde model, the amount of weight was considerable.

Because her breasts were so large, Takuma's penis, buried deep inside her, reacted. Setsuna's breasts also

reacted to Takuma's penis.

(Goo ah ah...! So good...!)

Immersed in sweet pleasure, her uterus was numb. Her breasts were also swollen and painful.

"Give it a few more squeezes... these are K-cup breasts."

After saying that, Takuma grabbed her large breasts with both hands. His fingers gripped the basketball-sized breasts tightly, sinking into the soft

, fleshy center. The plump mounds twisted from their beautiful shape into an obscene appearance.

"Ugh!"

Setsuna arched her back and thrust her chest forward. Takuma's fingers attacked her breasts violently. Takuma

grabbed her breasts, which were over a meter long, and kneaded and pressed them open. Pleasure erupted in her breasts and uterus in one breath.

"Haaah... how could this be..."

Setsuna made a girl's sound, her back arching even more.

Her whole body was melting. The sense of liberation on the rooftop, the fear of being seen, made Setsuna unbearable.

Even if she wanted to stop, her buttocks kept shaking.

(Oh no... I'm going to orgasm...)

(If I orgasm, will my royal penis be activated...!? Will the demon god appear...!?)

She was too comfortable to think clearly.

Even if the demon god appeared, there was no wish she wanted to ask for. She only wanted to know one thing. Why did she

have to lose an eye for the sake of the King's penis?

Setsuna's cunt clenched around his penis, throbbing, and Takuma groaned.

"Ugh...I'm coming...I'm going to come..."

he cried out in broken sentences, his waist trembling as his semen gushed out violently. Setsuna, still in the riding position,

was deeply filled with a surge of white fluid, impacting her uterus.

(Ahhh...ahhhh...)

Setsuna reached her climax, her body arching and trembling.

Takuma groaned, his fingers gripping her

breasts tightly .

"Ahhhhhh...!"

Setsuna cried out in a sharp, feminine voice, her climax unleashed. Takuma's waist trembled as he ejaculated his last semen into her uterus.

Setsuna's mind went blank.

She leaned forward, collapsing weakly onto Takuma. Her breasts pressed against Takuma's hands, his palms seemingly

swallowed , supporting her body.

Takuma's face was flushed, his gaze dazed. He felt incredibly good, his eyes lost in the sensation.

But Setsuna herself was also experiencing pleasure. My body felt sticky inside, like I'd turned into

a mollusk .

(I actually orgasmed so easily…)

I was in a dazed state after the orgasm, but there was something strange about it. Even in that dazed state, Setsuna's consciousness noticed something.

The demon god—hadn't been summoned…!

Setsuna looked at Takuma, who was panting heavily beneath her.

Izayoi had said a muscular man would appear, but Takuma hadn't transformed. He was still an ordinary high school student.

Why!?

Setsuna asked.

Why can't I do it!?

Am I like Amami Maika!? Can't I summon the King's Penis!? Why...!

During break time, the corridors of Amami Academy were quite noisy.

Maika, who had been deprived of the opportunity to have sex with Takuma, was surprisingly calm. She thought she would be seduced again, but she

didn't feel it. She was well-behaved during break time, opening her laptop to go online.

Setsuna, on the other hand, deliberately avoided looking at Takuma.

Was she ashamed and unhappy about losing to the magic of the King's Penis during sex? Or did she not care?

It was only a few hours ago, but it felt like a dream. Did he really—have sex with Setsuna?

It felt hard for him to believe.

A few weeks ago, he was still a virgin. He didn't have a girlfriend. But suddenly he became the holder of the King's Penis,

had sex with Maika, had sex with Izayoi, and today he had sex with Setsuna.

Thinking of those high, firm breasts that didn't look Japanese, but rather foreign, made Takuma

unconsciously get an erection.

The other person was the school's top delinquent.

Even now, it still felt terrifying.

If he casually struck up a conversation, he felt he'd get beaten up. Yet, the afterglow of their recent lovemaking still lingered within him.

(Was it simply that he couldn't resist breasts?)

Takuma pondered.

He did indeed like large breasts. However, while he liked Izayoi's breasts, he also really liked Maika's.

Especially Maika; he knew she had ulterior motives, but he couldn't resist the temptation.

(In the end, it was just breasts… he really wanted to cry.)

Coming to his senses, he realized there weren't many classmates left. The chatting classmates glanced at the clock,

saying, "Ah, it's time.

" "What's going on?"

he asked Maika.

"Sixth period, it's art class,"

she replied directly.

At Amami Academy, art courses were electives. Students could choose one from calligraphy, fine arts, or music. Takuma

had chosen music since his first year. The art club advisor said he absolutely had to choose fine arts, but he didn't want to listen and

chose .

This year, he chose music again for his art class. Takuma picked up his music textbook and recorder and stood up.

"Um, you don't need to bring it,"

Maika suddenly said.

"Why?"

"Because you're coming with me."

"Even if I'm coming with you, why don't I need the textbook?"

"Oh, you don't know?"

Maika smiled happily.

"Because you're switching to art class with me."

"What!!"

Takuma shouted.

"Why did you change it without my permission!"

"Because... we're a couple."

"Huh?"

Takuma's eyes glazed over.

"What did you just say?"

"A couple, so we have to go to class together."

"Idiot. I absolutely don't want to. I want to go to music class."

"Going to the music room is fine, but there's no seat for you. Your seat is in the art room.

I want to do sketching."

Takuma rolled his eyes and glared at Maika.

"I absolutely will not go to art class!"

"Why do you hate art so much?"

"I hate it! I absolutely won't go!" "

In that case, is it okay if I stay away from Mido Setsuna? I might secretly kidnap you."

Setsuna, who was on the right side of the classroom, stood up. She walked towards Takuma and suddenly grabbed his wrist.

"Let's go!"

"Huh? Where, where are we going?"

"To the art room, of course."

"W-why!? Why is even Mido-kun doing this?! Waaah, don't drag me like that! Traitor! Listen

to ! Hey!"

The other students made way.

Takuma Kanno, being pulled along by Maika Amami and grabbed by Setsuna Mido, wore an expression of misfortune.

Keep out of reach. Everyone wore that expression.

"Damn it, let me go, let me go, let me go! I never want to go to art class again!!"

Takuma's voice echoed throughout Amami Academy as he was dragged down the corridor towards the art room.

Maika, holding a B4-sized sketchbook, remained silent.

Although they were sketching each other's faces and forming teams, only Maika's team consisted of Takuma,

Maika, and Setsuna.

She knew Setsuna's purpose:

to restrain her.

(Doesn't she realize her identity has been seen through?)

Maika smiled.

No matter how vigilant she was, it was all in vain. This academy is hers. After art class,

Takuma will belong to her. So, there's no rush. There's plenty of time this time.

Setsuna put her feet on the table, looking outside with a bored expression. Sometimes she'd start sketching when something came to mind, but the

paper would only show koala drawings that had nothing to do with sketching. She didn't like art class.

She just used elimination to choose art class.

Only Takuma paid attention in class. He was still tracing for the first fifteen minutes, then suddenly started sketching twenty minutes ago. His eyes

were fixed on Setsuna as he drew in his sketchbook. It was a sharp gaze I'd never seen before, focused

on sketching.

(Not bad.)

After seeing Takuma's drawing, the art teacher reminded him.

"Amami-san, please start drawing."

Maika reluctantly picked up her pen and began sketching.

But—

although Maika was number one in her studies, she wasn't very good at drawing. She was still at the elementary school level. In middle school,

those younger girls who admired her would ask, "Amami-senpai, please draw a picture!" but she would always politely decline with a wry smile.

Because she couldn't draw.

The truth is, she's bad at drawing.

No, it's not just that she can't draw. She's bad at clay too. She even cuts her fingers when sculpting. Anything related to

art is a no-go.

Maika erased the drawing with an eraser, sighed, and drew again, then erased it again. She knew she didn't have the energy to draw.

The drawing was terrible.

Maika gave up and started drawing a panda.

However, she couldn't quite remember which side was black and which was white. It looked something like this… Based on her hazy memory,

she tried to recreate the image, but it turned into a fire-breathing beast.

No matter how many times she drew, she couldn't draw a panda. It always turned into a strange creature.

Maika gave up and looked at Takuma.

He looked ordinary, just a normal boy. Without the King's Knife, he was just a

face no one would remember.

(Ordinary appearance, but a very lewd personality.)

Thinking about the infirmary incident, Maika felt hot.

It was the first time her nipples had been played with like that, but it felt good. Just thinking about it made her body burn.

She wanted Takuma to play with her nipples again. She wanted to have sex with Takuma. It felt so good back then, so their bodies must be compatible

.

(After summoning the demon god, she should just wish for him to become her personal pet.)

Maika felt somewhat pleased.

To achieve this, she had to have sex with the King's Knife and summon the demon god.

With about ten minutes left, Takuma stretched. Looks like it's done. Suddenly, he turned to look at Maika's sketchbook.

"What are you drawing?"

"It's okay, isn't it?"

"What did you say?"

Takuma asked. Maika instinctively covered the paper with her hand.

"Pfft, how does this look like a panda?"

"A face."

"You're lying. What kind of creature are you drawing?"

"Shut up. Leave me alone

." "Well, you're really bad at drawing."

Takuma put down his pen and stood up.

Maika wasn't happy.

She knew she couldn't draw, but that kind of nonsensical comment made her angry.

(What's with that arrogant attitude? Saying others' drawings are bad. You're the one who draws boring pictures.

If it weren't for the King's Bone, I would have beaten you up already.)

Maika thought Takuma was just scribbling randomly.

Just doodling with a pencil, nothing special.

At the same time as Maika stood up, Setsuna also stood up. Same purpose—Takuma's drawing.

Anyway, it's just a very ordinary drawing.

Is it better than hers? Or worse than hers?

The two looked at it at the same time.

At the same time, they were speechless.

It was exactly the same as Setsuna's. The facial contours, the bridge of the nose, the eyes, and the hair—everything

was perfectly captured. The depiction of light and shadow was also outstanding. It didn't look like a refined sketch at a high school student's level at all.

But why were the bangs a little short?

Beneath the bangs, Maika's left eye was clearly drawn, though she couldn't see it. But Takuma probably couldn't see it; he must have imagined it

.

Setsuna instantly grabbed the sketchbook.

He leaned in, as if he wanted to devour the sketchbook.

His gaze was strange.

As if he were going mad.

His appearance was unusual. As if he were searching for his lost self, searching for his soul. Setsuna was completely

captivated by Takuma's sketch. The school bell rang, and

the students, finally free, stood up. The art teacher and Takuma

were discussing something, pointing at the sketchbook.

He tried to read lips, but they were blocked by his body; it must be about sketching.

Mido Setsuna was still somewhat dazed.

She couldn't forget herself in the sketchbook.

It wasn't just a professional-level sketch. In high school art class, no one drew a better sketch than Takuma. No one could

draw it so realistically. The only similarity was the hair length—the hair length that covered the left half of the face.

In that sense, Takuma's sketch was fictional.

The thick bangs were meant to hide his left eye.

But Takuma drew an invisible left eye. The bangs were slightly altered, but otherwise, it was a sketch

identical .

This was the first time I'd felt a tremor upon seeing someone else's sketch.

(That guy… he has this kind of special skill…)

Humans are incomprehensible creatures.

No matter how ordinary someone's appearance, their face will always be different.

After saluting, the students left through the door. The students, who had been quiet during class, began to

chat noisily.

Takuma sat back down in his seat,

looking out the window with a bored expression.

(Leaving…?)

Maika quickly left.

Had the art teacher just asked Takuma to join the art club? Or was there something to discuss?

In any case, leaving him alone wasn't a good idea.

The reason was to protect him.

Setsuna sat on the desk, watching Takuma's back.

No matter how you looked at him, he was just an ordinary high school student. After ten years, he probably wouldn't remember the face of a classmate like that anymore

.

But only his paintings and penises were extraordinary.

Why did he draw those kinds of pictures? Setsuna wondered. Was it related to the King's Penis? The King's Penis kept popping into his head?

Rejecting his own King's Penis.

The demon god didn't appear. If he made love again, would the demon god appear? But what wish would he have to make if he did?

Someone tapped his shoulder.

He turned around and saw the art teacher.

"Midou-kun, someone named Kanno Toyoka is looking for you."

(Izayoi? What does she want with me?)

Setsuna walked towards the door.

He went outside and looked for Izayoi. Then, the door immediately closed.

He froze.

Finally, as if he had escaped from a freezing spell, his body trembled. He quickly grabbed the doorknob, but the door wouldn't open. It was

locked.

(Damn it!)

Setsuna immediately kicked the door. Wood chips scattered everywhere—Setsuna clicked his tongue. Inside the wooden door, there was another iron door.

(That bastard...!)

Setsuna quickly ran and took out his phone.

Takuma looked at his watch.

He had something to say.

The art teacher said this, told him to wait there, and then went to the equipment room.

Even if he didn't want to talk to the art teacher, his dad would still nag.

Lost in thought, *thump!* An earthquake sounded. Then, the window was covered by a sheet of iron.

(Uh! Wh-what!?)

He instinctively got up.

Running towards the door, Takuma froze. A huge iron gate completely blocked the entrance. He ran towards the equipment room, but

the door there was also closed. Instantly, he was locked inside the art classroom.

He could only recall one person who would do something so absurd.

"Come out, Tenkai! I know you're the root of all evil!"

The preparation room door opened, and a woman appeared.

"It really is you—"

Takuma trailed off. Maika

was wearing a very short shirt. Below, only a short skirt.

Underneath the white shirt, H-cup breasts were visible. Her lower breasts were exposed.

With each step, the breasts jiggled elastically.

"What are you thinking...?"

"I asked you to stay and tutor me, teacher. I'm not good at art."

"You don't need to come with me. And what's with this outfit? Do you want me to sketch it?"

"No need. Just teach me."

Maika slowly approached Takuma.

Takuma slowly backed away.

One step closer, one step back, until Takuma was forced to sit in a chair.

Maika stood in front of him.

"You're making a big mistake."

"Every teacher is my partner."

"That's because of your family, not because of you." "

Whatever. They're all mine."

Maika's hand touched Takuma's thigh.

"Hey."

"Teach me sketching. "

"How could I?"

"Okay, teach me. I'll pay you a lot."

Her hand touched Takuma's neck, then moved to his chest. She slowly swayed her upper body. Maika knew Takuma

had no .

"If you have sex with me, I'll be your toy for the whole year,"

Maika whispered.

(Oh no.)

Takuma cried out in his heart.

This is a trap.

A strategy.

Maika just wanted the king's penis.

That's why she deliberately locked Takuma in the art classroom, making love alone with him. Even knowing this, he was still

filled with desire.

"If the demon god doesn't appear, you'll scold me again."

"No, that won't happen."

"I want to go back."

"Want to go back?"

Maika pressed her breasts against him. Her delicious lower breasts bounced back and forth. The elasticity he felt against his chest made Takuma swallow

hard .

(No... I can't beat these breasts...)

Maika pressed her full breasts against him, her buttocks rubbing against him. It was like stroking a penis through his pants, her buttocks rubbing against

him.

"Ugh..."

"Are you about to come?"

Maika reached for the zipper.

"Don't take off your pants without permission."

"Don't you want to... have a nipple fight?"

She pushed her breasts together with both hands, shaking them back and forth.

(So... so good...)

He subconsciously succumbed to desire.

"Huh?"

Maika lay down on the teacher's desk in the art classroom. It was as wide as a small bed. Takuma also mounted her.

"Come on?"

Maika pulled up her mini shirt, her breasts pressed against him.

Underneath the mini-shirt were soft, fleshy mounds, like two large steamed buns. There was also a very comfortable

cleavage and lower breasts.

(Ughhh! I want a nipplejob!!!!)

Takuma straddled Maika, grabbing her breasts and starting to move.

Maika looked down at Takuma's expression. Takuma's penis

was thrusting into the narrow space between her breasts. A hard object was penetrating and

violating . She, the most beautiful girl in her grade, had her beautiful breasts violated by her classmate.

But her breasts felt so hot, so good.

Was it because of the king's penis?

She didn't know.

Even if she didn't know, she still wanted her breasts to continue being violated.

Having her breasts gripped tightly by his hands, his penis moving in and out of her soft peaks, made Maika feel numb all over

. The penis moved back and forth, and her breasts trembled inside.

Takuma had a melting expression, his buttocks swaying rhythmically.

Like violating Maika, his penis grabbed her H-cup breasts, his penis piercing the narrow opening of her breasts.

"Ah... gu... Tenkai... your breasts feel so good..."

"Idiot... ah... ah..."

Maika cupped her breasts on both sides, leaning towards the center. The pressure of her breasts increased, and Takuma groaned.

"I can't take it anymore ..."

"If you can't hold back, just cum..."

Maika said deliberately in a happy tone.

"I really want to cum..."

Takuma accelerated his hips.

As expected of a high school student, he used all his strength to violently thrust into the center of her breasts. The soft

valley , the head of his penis thrust back and forth inside.

The penis gradually separated the breast flesh.

Breasts, uterus, felt hot and so comfortable.

Maika stuck out her tongue, meeting the head of his penis that darted out of the valley. She raised her face and licked the tip of the penis without mercy.

"Gu... Tenkai..."

Then, Maika took the tip of the penis into her mouth.

Breast sex plus oral sex.

(Finally, he swallowed the penis...!)

A sucking sound was heard.

"Ah ah..."

Takuma's voice rose. He subconsciously stopped moving.

"Move it properly!"

Maika said as she sucked, sucking hard. Her waist pulled back, the penis spread apart, seemingly trying to escape her lips. But

it didn't escape in the end, and thrust back in for Maika to suck carefully.

"Ah...ah...Tenkai, I'm going to cum..."

Maika chuckled inwardly.

As a female ninja, how could an ordinary high school student be a match for her?

But then, Takuma suddenly released her breasts, grabbed her nipples, and pulled hard. The nipples stretched upwards, and his penis

began its final thrust.

(Idiot! Bullying me like this!)

Maika frowned from pleasure.

An electric current spread from her nipples; she was about to climax. Unable to suckle, she could only lick with her tongue.

Around , her tongue swirled and circled.

Takuma groaned, continuing to pull her nipples higher. Maika took his glans into her mouth, making gurgling sounds. In that instant,

Takuma's waist trembled, and his fluid gushed out with the force of a raging torrent.

"Mmm..."

Maika swallowed the gushing fluid. Making a sound, Takuma's fluid continued to flow down her esophagus.

Takuma continued to grab her nipples above her breasts.

Her body trembled, her breasts were grabbed, and she climbed towards climax.

Takuma finally sighed.

Ejaculation ended.

Only then did Maika realize her actions.

(I drank it…)

She was surprised herself.

She hadn't planned to do this. Her opponent wasn't her lover, yet she had drunk all the semen.

Was it because of the King's penis?

She didn't know.

After regaining her composure, Maika sucked on the glans.

Her head formed an 8 as she took the glans into her mouth. Oral sex was Maika's forte.

Takuma quickly groaned.

"I'll do something amazing."

"Amazing…?"

"I'll show you the skills of a female ninja."

Takuma showed a somewhat uneasy expression.

Could it be that there's some kind of contract with the penis…? She thought.

"What are you going to do?"

"Oral sex. It'll be great."

"I won't surrender easily."

Maika smiled. Boys always act tough like this.

But, after all, he was just an ordinary boy. He wasn't her opponent. On this day, she would make Takuma her

puppet.

"I'll make you ejaculate in a second."

After saying this, Maika gently took Takuma's penis into her mouth.

Setsuna and Izayoi, who had received the contact, arrived in front of the art room.

The art room was completely enclosed. Although she tried to break in through the outside window, it was sealed shut with an iron gate

. Maika had actually renovated her own school. What an exasperating young lady.

It was all because of me, Setsuna thought.

Because her consciousness had been stolen by that painting.

No.

It should be that she mistakenly made love with the King's Embroidery. Thinking about it carefully, perhaps the problem started then.

If this continues, Kanno Takuma will be taken away by that woman. There's no way to prevent that woman from using the King's Embroidery for

evil .

"Takuma-sama is in here, isn't he?"

"Ah... I'm sorry."

"Anyway, we must rescue Takuma-sama before the King's Embroidery activates..."

Izayoi bit her nails.

"Will the Demon God be summoned?"

"I don't know. Even I don't know why I can summon the Demon God, but Maika can't." "

Is it a matter of probability...?" "

The Demon God only said 'If the method is correct, it will appear,' but there might also be a matter of probability."

If that's the case, it's possible it will be summoned this time.

This is bad.

But how can I break into the art room?

Lost in thought, she heard a strange whistling sound.

After finishing their work and relaxing, the strange duo in sailor uniforms walked down the corridor whistling. And

the tune was none other than the theme song for an NHK educational program, "Minnanakayoshi."

Maika's on-duty choreography.

"Hey."

The two stopped whistling.

"You know how to open this door, right?"

They pouted and shook their heads frantically.

"Don't lie! Do you want me to beat you to a pulp?"

"Eek!"

The two turned and ran.

(Too slow!)

She threw out a lock with lead weights at both ends. The lock's copper parts—called "weichen" in Japanese—wrapped around their feet, and they both fell to the ground. Setsuna

immediately rushed over and grabbed them.

"Tell me! Or I'll break your necks!"

"Eek!"

The two could only shake their heads, unable to speak.

"Then, I'll beat you half to death!"

"Wait, let me open it."

The one who said this was Izayoi.

"You know how to open it!?"

"There must be an inner entrance. Not in the art classroom, but in the night watch room."

"There..."

"But you have to enter the computer password, right? You should know that, right?"

The two Oniwaban shook their heads.

There was no way they didn't know.

Izayoi turned his back to the two, a sly smile appearing on his face.

"You like to eat meat, don't you?"

The two didn't answer.

"If you tell us, you can have all the A5 grade Omi beef that we didn't finish before."

"All...all...?"

The two looked at each other. Sure enough, they really liked to eat meat.

"A medium-rare steak."

"Beef...steak...?"

"Medium-rare..."

The two quickly drooled.

"There's still one kilogram left, each of you can get 500 grams."

"5...500 grams..."

The drool continued to drip. They became dogs standing in front of the bait.

"If you tell us, and if the demon comes out later, I'll ask for even better meat. You've heard of Otabe beef, right?

That's a dream beef that only produces thirty head a year. Ordinary people can't possibly eat meat like that. One serving in Ginza costs 100,000 yen."

"Ten, ten thousand...!!"

The two's pupils dilated.

"But, we have to ask the Demon God to get it. Want to eat together?"

"I, I want to eat!"

"I, I want to eat too!"

The two stuck out their tongues like dogs, staring at Izayoi. Izayoi smiled and looked at the two.

"Can you tell me the password?"

Takuma moved his lower body and looked at Maika with expectant eyes. Next, he would be able to have the proud young lady suck his penis, which was quite exciting. The other party was the school queen, a beautiful, big-breasted young lady who

would never bow down to a man. 　　Maika grabbed the penis with both hands, carefully sucked it, and entered the position before the inverted position. This position was very strange. 　　"What are you doing?" 　　"You'll know when you see it—Ganyan Sound Flow Inner Ninjutsu, Dragon Spin Flight." 　　"Hey, hey, what are you doing—" 　　The voice suddenly stopped. 　　He had just seen Maika grab her shirt and invert her body, and immediately slammed his hand on the table. Then, her body was inverted as if pressed against Takuma, and she stretched her neck to suck his penis. 　　At this moment, the Inner Ninjutsu officially began. 　　Maika's lips, enveloping the penis, formed a perfect straight line from head to toe and ankles, standing perpendicular to Takuma's lying body. Then, her body began to rotate rapidly. 　　Her hands slammed on the table, maintaining a height that prevented the penis from being inserted too far into her throat, and her body spun quickly. 　　Like a dragon dancing in the air—no, not that simple. 　　Like a moray eel biting its prey, as if tearing its body apart, the 166-centimeter-long body rotated at high speed. Her lips also rotated, rapidly rubbing against the penis. 　　This was a rotating oral sex technique that ordinary people couldn't do. 　　Although Takuma had experienced the tornado-like oral sex with intertwined tongues, he had never heard of this technique . 　　The entire penis experienced unprecedented pleasure. 　　Takuma couldn't hold back. 　　It wasn't just pleasure. Before he could grasp the words of pleasure, his body directly felt the rotating oral sex as a pure sensory reaction. Before he felt pleasure, before he felt orgasm, he began to ejaculate. 　　"Ughhhhh!" 　　The sound only caught up after the semen was released. Liquid splattered everywhere, and he cried out for the first time, only able to describe it as an extreme . 　　Oral sex that drove him wild. 　　Maika slammed her hand on the table, her body instantly floating up. However, her body quickly fell back down due to gravity. Using this jumping and falling motion, her lips rubbed against his penis. 　　Her upper and lower lips slid over his penis, and because of the overlapping of their bodies, his penis was caught in a spiral vortex. Takuma shook . He unconsciously drooled, letting out a groan. 　　"Ahhh, ahhhhh!" 　　Takuma's waist completely lost control, bouncing outwards. His buttocks floated up, and his back trembled as it left the table. 　　Maika continued slamming her hand on the table, increasing the speed of her rotation. 　　Her soft lips completely covered his penis, using the high-speed rotation to clamp it shut. In addition, during the violent rotation, her tongue also swept across his urethra, rotating along with it. 　　"Stop, stop, ahhh..." 　　Takuma shook his head violently. 　　His waist jutted forward, trembling in the air. 　　He couldn't stop the semen from flowing out. 　　Like a burst water pipe, semen gushed out in large quantities. The sensitive glans penis, still ejaculating, was attacked by the tip of a tongue, causing continuous ejaculation. 　　Climax after climax, Takuma's waist twisted in the air as he ejaculated. 　　(I'm going to die, I'm going to die!) 　　Takuma couldn't make a sound. 　　He never expected oral sex like this. A proud young lady with exposed breasts attacked … 　　Takuma's eyes rolled back completely, ejaculating until he was practically a dried-up corpse. 　　Seeing this, Maika's tongue made a sexy, defiant move. With superhuman speed, the tip of her tongue drew nine characters on the glans penis. 　　Only after finishing did Maika stop the oral sex and land beside Takuma. 　　Takuma completely fainted. 　　He'd probably never forget the pleasure of today. Maika's oral sex was terrifying, yet it created a desire to be in it forever. 　　"I told you, didn't I? I'll make you ejaculate in a second." 　　Facing the unconscious Takuma, Maika wore a slutty smile. 　　"Hehe. From now on, you'll be my puppet. You'll have to listen to whatever I say. Understand?" 　　"Yes." 　　Surprisingly, Takuma, who had fainted, obediently answered. The nine characters she had just drawn were meant to make Takuma her puppet. 　　Maika's smile grew wider. 　　"Then, make love to me." 　　"Yes." 　　"Summon the demon god and grant my wish." 　　"Yes." 　　"Then, do it." 　　Takuma could only utter the two words "Yes, sir," when a voice was heard from the equipment room. Maika snorted and propped herself up . 　　The necessary work was finished. 　　The ritual was over. 　　The door to the equipment room was forcefully kicked open. 　　In that instant—Maika threw a smoke bomb. White smoke rose, and the door, which had just opened, reflexively closed again. 　　Hearing a roar, a figure appeared. 　　"Amami Maika!" 　　The person who appeared was unexpectedly Izayoi. 　　Setsuna followed behind. 　　The two holding short swords stared blankly at the classroom. 　　Inside the art classroom, only Takuma, his penis exposed, remained. Maika had disappeared.

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