'How did my life turned out this way? Which is weird to think, since I'm still young. Still, I—no, anyone would wonder how their life had turned out this way.' Zenkichi gulped, taking off his blazer and shirt as he approached her. Itami, bent over, ass presented so shamelessly, her fingers holding her glistening pussy open just for him.
'Is this really okay? Doing it in the open like this? I mean, doing it in Megano is one thing but doing it in the campus area?' However, the risk of getting caught only made the heat within his balls spike higher.
He hesitates, slightly so. Why? Because he remembered who he was.
He was Zenkichi Hitoyoshi. A boy going through puberty that shouldn't just go through women like they were just fruits and keep being dishonest to the women...and himself.
Why isn't he breaking things off with Itami? Wasn't his dream to be with Medaka? To be her boyfriend. Hasn't he done that already? Hasn't he become one with her?
So why? Why does he keep seeking such debauchery?!
Wake up to reality! To the truth!
This is japan, the real world! He can't marry multiple women and just expect them to act like one dimensional characters in a game or anime to easily accept him being with other women, they have their own feelings.
Love... isn't fair.
Oh wait a minute! Itami, Youka, and Seiko are pregnant! Fuck!
According to his system that is, but what benefits could a God-like entity get from lying to him?
'I have to stop,' Zenkichi closed his eyes. 'I have to show the necessary resolve that a man should have when taking responsibility. How could I look at their eyes and tell them I love them for who they are and not just for their body?'
'Alright. Let's take a step back and—'
Without another word, he gripped her hips and thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion.
'God damit!! Damn my weak resolve!'
"Aahh~! Yees~" Itami gasped sharply, her walls clenching tight around his thick cock as he filled her completely. "Hmm, yes. Just like that," she moaned, pushing back against him immediately. Her cyborg body took every inch effortlessly, hot and soaking wet, squeezing him with rhythmic pulses that made his head spin.
'M-Mother... I have failed you!' A tear dripped down from the corner of his eyes, yet he kept pounding into her with deep and slow strokes, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing softly. One hand stayed on her hip for leverage while the other reached around to grope her chest, pinching a hardened nipple through her top.
"Aah...aahhh....mmm...it feels so good..." Itami's moans grew breathier, her fingers digging harder into the bark as she arched deeper, offering more of herself.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he growled against her neck, biting down lightly as he sped up. Each thrust made her ass jiggle, her dripping juices coating his balls and running down her thighs. Itami's flexible frame let her take the rough pace perfectly, her pussy fluttering wildly around him as pleasure built fast for both of them.
Zenkichi wasn't a guy built for being a casanova or a natural hentai protagonist. He was a...well, a typical shounen character that blushes and overly reacts when seeing a girl showing skin. Hell, the nosebleed shown in anime and manga wasn't a myth sometimes.
For a japanese boy, being so confident and comfortable with girls and women without being weird is extremely rare. This is actually a real life issue in Japan; as many young males are getting afraid to get into a relationship, prefer their 2D waifus, and get overworked by their jobs to have the time to date.
Zenkichi was sorta that type of person before getting the hentai system. Back before he realized his true feelings towards Medaka, he used to get flustered by very little gestures made by girls, believing that true love meant waiting for one perfect person and never looking elsewhere.
That version of him still lived somewhere in the back of his skull, screaming blue murder right now. But the fire in his balls always kept his rational side from surfacing.
The image of Itami, Youka, Seiko, and Medaka sporting large bellies and motherly expressions quickly rouse an intense flame brewing in his second head.
But he didn't want to be a teen dad!
So how was he able to just keep fucking and accepting sexual situations as if it were natural to him? As if he wasn't a virgin just a few days ago!
'System, are you...influencing me?' he gritted his teeth, pulling out, he held Itami's right leg up and lined himself back up against her dripping entrance, the head of his cock sliding along her wet folds as he continued fucking her despite his internal struggles.
Woe is me, Zenkichi.
[No. As stated before, the system merely aides the user's desires—the sexual kind mostly. The skills you earned and gained that enhances your sexual urges are entirely of your own making.]
[Ahem* Ahem*]
[•Indomitable Sex Spirit: When there's a will, there's a way! So long as you have the slightest bit of thought for sex, your dragon would keep on rising and pierce the mountains and seas!]
[It's all on you buddy.]
'....'
[Jeez. Stop being a such bitch about it.]
Suddenly, the mannerisms of the system changed. And Zenkichi quickly noticed it.
[Listen, being a horny little perv is good. It's natural! And tasting all kinds of women while being a dishonest piece of shit? Totally fine and natural as well!]
'Hold on, aren't you—?'
[Dude, you're seriously bringing down the mood. What's the
'I got three girls fucking pregnant!'
[So? There's always the option of 'getting the milk'.]
'I am not-!' Zenkichi paused mid conversation as he buried his glistening shaft deep inside her, the tip piercing through the cervix and elicited a deep moan from Itami as she came hard. A moment later, cum painted the inside of her womb in thick, heavy spurts, each pulse forcing another wave of pleasure through her as her walls milked him greedily.
'... I am not about to pull on the deadbeat route!'
[....What about the 'A' plan?]
'The what?'
[Y'know? A as for abor—]
'NO! Jesus Christ, what the fuck is wrong with you?' It took every bit of self control on Zenkichi to keep his expression normal to not worry Itami.
[Then are you really ready to have a kid?]
'No. No I'm not ready. I don't think anyone at my age would be!?'
[Fair point.]
[Look, I get what you're going on about. I'm not a certified therapist—]
'Oh god. You're seriously doing this right now?' Zenkichi grunted as he changed position, with Itami taking charge by riding him cowgirl style. Her large firm breasts bounced heavily with every rise and fall of her hips, the soft flesh swaying right in front of his face as she sank down onto his still-hard cock.
"Mmm~" Itami let out a satisfied moan, planting her hands on his chest for leverage. "Ah~ still so hard even after filling me up? Hehe, my boyfriend's got serious stamina today. You've really missed me, huh~?" She rolled her hips in a slow, deliberate circle, grinding her sensitive clit against him while her inner walls fluttered around the thick length buried deep inside her.
"Yeah, that's good..." Zenkichi's hands automatically gripped her waist, helping her bounce. Most of his attention, however, was still locked in with the System.
The system? ignored the ongoings. [But, to give you a simple answer to your problem? You're a kid.]
[Despite all the sex and fighting you've been through, you're not emotionally mature enough to handle the consequences of your actions. Breeding your partner and seeing that baby bump would certainly stir any guy's primal instincts. I'm sure you thought that you could deal with it later on.]
[But no. You couldn't deal with it. No fucking kid could ever be prepared for teen pregnancy.]
'Then why have me get skills that could let me impregnate someone! That's—'
[It's your decision to impregnate a woman! Fucking...]
There was a brief pause from the system. In that brief period he came inside of Itami again.
[Listen. The point of the matter is, you've got a wonderful gift. Not a lot of guys could ever have something like this, and most times they'd abuse the shit of this to the point that it could even end the world. The ass yet somehow likable protagonists.]
[But you didn't become someone like that.]
'...not yet at least.'
[No. You won't ever become like them, ever.]
'Yeah? How would you know?'
[Cuz none of the hentai protagonists ever shown genuine regret and hesitation to further walk on this path of degeneracy. You are likely the first and last to have the earnest desire to run away from the path of a hentai mc.]
'Really? Cuz...' He was still fuckin Itami after all.
[The reality of the manner and the answer you seek is that you....you just gotta man up.] The system? didn't elaborate further and went radio silent.
'....' Zenkichi laid there on the grassland with a thoughtful on his face, and looking slightly out of breath. Itami resting on his chest, sweaty and still trembling faintly from the back-to-back orgasms.
'Man up...huh....'
"Ah!" A familiar female voice rang out.
Zenkichi's eyes snapped and he tilted his head, finding Medaka and Youka standing over them with.... strangely calm expressions? Though the latter was eyeing Itami with a smirk.
"Medaka-chan, I can explain—!"
"Zenkichi...how could you leave me out of the fun?" Without missing a beat and hint of hesitation, Medaka started unbuttoning her shirt. "Kuji-nee, don't be embarassed. I've checked the area several times and we are the only people here until school ends for the day."
"....okay." She looked strangely enthusiastic about it.
"...."
Zenkichi didn't know how to react.
But his dick did!
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AN: Hmmm....