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After a light, sweet kiss, their lips parted. Alex and Alice opened their eyes at the same moment and simply stared—soft, affectionate, a little dazed.
The tiny cleaning staff room smelled faintly of lemon detergent and old paper. A single dusty bulb overhead cast warm light over stacked buckets, brooms, and one large, worn orange couch that looked like it had survived three decades of university parties.
Alice's cheeks were scarlet. Alex wasn't far behind, but he was the one who still had some blood left in his brain.
A few seconds of breathless staring passed.
Then Alice closed her eyes again, tilted her chin up, and waited.
Alex didn't need a second invitation. He leaned down and claimed her mouth—harder, deeper, hungrier than before. The shy first kiss melted into pure fire. Tongues met, tangled, fought for control. Alice whimpered into him, fingers curling into his hoodie like she was afraid he'd vanish.
Time blurred. The world shrank to heat, breath, and the soft, wet sounds of mouths devouring each other.
'Hmm~' Liza enjoyed the sight so much that she let out more of powers, making the room and the couple feel more drunk than ever.
Alex's hands slid down to her tiny waist, then lower—he cupped that perfect, plump ass he'd been staring at all morning and pulled her flush against him. Alice squeaked in surprise, then moaned when his fingers sank into the soft flesh through her skirt.
Their bodies slammed against the locked door. Alice's back hit the wood with a soft thud, but she didn't care; she just kissed him harder, small hands roaming over his shoulders, nails digging in.
Alex broke the kiss only long enough to start stripping her.
Buttons flew—literally. He yanked her white blouse open, shoved it off her shoulders, and tossed it onto the orange couch. A sky-blue bra cupped her perky breasts, nipples already poking stiffly through the lace.
Next, the skirt. Zipper down, a tug—her juicy ass stopped it from falling at first. He gave a playful downward yank; the fabric slid over her wide hips and pooled at her feet.
Alice stood there in nothing but matching blue panties and bra, arms instinctively crossing over her chest, thighs pressed together, face burning with virgin embarrassment.
Alex didn't give her time to hide. Hoodie gone. Pants kicked off. Shirt ripped over his head. In seconds he was down to black boxer-briefs, the obscene bulge impossible to miss.
He stepped forward, wrapped his arms around her bare waist, and crushed their mouths together again.
Being in the center of the succubus zone, the two followed their instincts, as if they have done it countless times already.
Alice melted. Her small hands looped around his neck, pulling him down to her height. She tasted like strawberries and pure desperation.
Minutes blurred into one long, filthy kiss—tongues sliding, teeth nipping, breath coming in hot pants.
Eventually Alex pulled back just enough to whisper against her ear, voice rough with need.
"I always wanted you…"
Alice's blush somehow deepened, but she nodded frantically, eyes glassy.
Alex wasn't satisfied with a nod.
"Say it," he breathed, lips brushing her earlobe.
"I–I want to do it… with you…" Her voice cracked, barely above a whisper.
That was all he needed.
In one smooth motion he scooped her up—princess style. Alice was tiny, feather-light in his arms. She squeaked again, clinging to his neck as he carried her the three steps to the orange couch and laid her down like she was made of glass.
The moment her back touched the cushions, Alex stripped away the last barriers—bra unsnapped, panties dragged down smooth legs. Alice lay completely naked beneath him, pale skin glowing in the dim light, medium-sized breasts rising and falling with every panicked breath, pink nipples hard, thighs trembling, slick folds glistening with arousal.
"You are so beautiful," he said, voice full of awe.
Alice tried to cover herself—hands over breasts and crotch—but Alex gently caught her wrists.
"Hey… look at me."
She did, teary blue eyes meeting his crimson ones.
"Is my body… good enough for you?" she asked in a tiny, hesitant voice.
Alex smiled, soft and genuine. "You're gorgeous. I still can't believe this is real."
He leaned down and kissed each of her knuckles, then let her hands go.
Alice's pussy was already dripping, pink and puffy, begging for attention. But Alex wanted her completely ready.
Without warning he slid down the couch, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and dragged his tongue from her entrance to her clit in one slow, deliberate lick.
"Aah—! Oooh…!"
Alice's hips bucked off the couch. Alex held her thighs steady and dove in—no hesitation, no inexperience showing. He licked, sucked, swirled, and teased like he'd done it a thousand times.
He spread her open with his thumbs, admiring the perfect pink of both holes—her tiny, untouched asshole just as pretty as her pussy—then focused everything on her clit. Long, slow licks turned into rapid flicks, then gentle suction that had Alice screaming into her own forearm to stay quiet.
"Aghhh… ahh… it f-feels s-so good…!"
Her thighs clamped around his head. Her back arched. Within two minutes she was coming—hard—hips grinding against his face, juices flooding his mouth.
Alex lapped up every drop, face soaked, then crawled back up her body, kissing a path over her trembling stomach and breasts.
"A–Alex… I want more…I n-need more!" Alice panted, eyes wild, innocence fully replaced by raw hunger.
He silenced her with another deep kiss, letting her taste herself on his tongue. Their bare chests pressed together; her hard nipples dragged across his skin and sent sparks down his spine.
Liza purred in the back of his mind, practically drunk on the flood of lustful energy pouring into her.
Alex finally sat back on his heels, hooked his thumbs into his boxer-briefs, and shoved them down.
His cock sprang free—angry red, veins pulsing, a bead of precum already rolling down the shaft. He wrapped a hand around the base and laid it across Alice's belly.
The head reached way past her navel.
Alice's eyes went comically wide.
"I–It's so b–big… I don't think it'll f–fit…!"
Her voice trembled with genuine fear. Virgin nerves were hitting hard.
'Calm her,' Liza coached instantly. Your Touch of Pleasure on her lower belly the moment you shove it in. The pain will vanish in an instant~'
"Don't worry," Alex said softly, brushing hair from her flushed face. "I promise it'll fit perfect, and it'll feel amazing for both of us."
Alice searched his eyes, found only warmth and certainty, and nodded shakily.
Alex lined himself up—rubbing the fat head through her soaked folds, coating himself, teasing her clit until she was whining and trying to push down on him.
He placed his left palm flat on her lower belly, thumb brushing just above her clit. Touch of Pleasure flared to life.
A full-body shiver rolled through Alice; her eyes fluttered.
"Now" he whispered.
He pressed forward.
The head popped past her entrance with a wet sound. Alice gasped, nails digging into his shoulders—but instead of pain, pleasure exploded through her core from his hand.
Another inch. Then another.
Half his length slid inside on the first slow thrust—enough to tear her hymen and claim her completely.
Alice's eyes flew open, mouth forming a perfect O, but no cry of pain came—only a long, shaky moan of pure bliss.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh~"
Alex held still, letting her adjust, watching her face shift from shock to wonder to desperate need.
Then he drew back and pushed in again—deeper this time.
Alice's legs wrapped around his waist on instinct.
And the real fun began.
After a couple of seconds, Alex rammed only half of his cock inside of her unexplored hole, but it was enough to be certain that he popped her cherry!