The two of them settled onto a bench in the small plaza. The cramped space and the position of the streetlights gave it the same atmosphere as the place where they'd engaged in lewd acts during the barbecue yesterday.
"Mmmfuu... Now then, what will this lecherous Kotaro do to me...? Ah..."
When he drew her close and gazed steadily into her eyes, she showed a charming bashfulness, like a naive junior high school girl. When he gently pressed his lips to hers, Misaki let out a delighted, "Nn..."
"Nn, chu, chupi, chu... Kotaro, Kotarooo... Mmmfuu... chu, chupi..."
Whoa...!
With playful murmurs, her saliva-laden tongue began to entwine with his, as if they were savoring every moment of their alone time. She leaned against him, then began to gently rub her body against his chest.
"...Pfft. Mmmf... Is this where you're most ticklish, Kotaro?"
"Ugh... Huh?"
Her slender fingers gently brushed against my nipple, and my body jerked involuntarily.
"You're so easily ticklish, Kotaro. How cute."
"Same goes for you, Misaki-senpai. You're just as ticklish and cute."
"...Shut up!"
She hissed in a syrupy-sweet voice, then playfully nipped my earlobe. As her fingers continued to softly stroke my nipple, she teased me with playful, kittenish bites. Even though I wasn't sleepy, I felt like I might faint.
"Ouch...!"
She squeezed my armpits, ran her hands down my arms, and kneaded my full breasts. Sweet, syrupy breaths escaped from her slender throat. Even through my T-shirt, I could feel the softness, and I was intoxicated. My fingers wove through the fabric, savoring the squishy sensation.
"Ah, no, Kotaro... That's... That's making me too excited...!"
"Getting too excited won't be a problem, will it?"
"Ngh... Ah... Y-you might be right... Ah... Ah... St-stupid...!"
Her lips pressed against my ear as she purred out the insult. Inside my jeans, my cock strained painfully against its confines.
"Kotaro, you look like you're in pain..."
Misaki's body writhed sensually under her breast caresses as her hand slipped inside my pants, unzipping them.
"Kotaro's penis is rock-hard..."
"Ugh..."
Through the fabric of my underwear, she stroked the underside of my cock, gazing at me with delight. Hearing my lover speak such lewd words without hesitation, my heart seized. Her breath, warm and moist, brushed against my ear. I was thrilled that Misaki was getting excited too.
"Misaki-senpai, could you pull this out for me?"
"Mm, roger."
With a delighted giggle, she smoothly slipped her small hand into my boxer briefs and firmly grasped my erect cock. "Oh my, that's so hot..." she whispered in a husky voice, pulling it out with a wet slurp.
Should I let her lick it? No, she did that yesterday. Today, I'll take the initiative... Hmm?
As I pondered the possibilities, I realized Misaki was gazing at my cock with dewy eyes.
"Hey, Kotaro."
"Yes?"
"We didn't do it yesterday, did we?"
"That's right. Though I did come twice."
"But you weren't satisfied, were you?"
"No, not really."
"And it's night now. So we haven't done it for a full two days."
"...Right."
Her roundabout way of speaking was unusual for Misaki-senpai. Just as I wondered about it, she suddenly grabbed my wrist and pulled me beneath her long skirt.
"Ugh..."
A gasp escaped me involuntarily. Even through her underwear, Misaki's lower abdomen was unmistakably hot and slick with wetness.
Our eyes met suddenly.
Misaki's cat-like eyes were glistening with moisture. Her expression, tinged with a hint of desperation, seemed to plead for more affection, more lewdness.
"Um, uh... how should I put this..."
Her soft lips pursed and twisted. Then, without warning, she straddled Kotaro's thigh, rising to her knees on the bench and staring him straight in the eye.
"To be honest, I can't take it anymore."
She placed her hands on his shoulders and whispered in a voice that threatened to fade away. Her tone carried a hint of mockery, but the desperation in her words was unmistakable.
"Kotaro..."
Kneeling, Misaki-senpai was slightly taller than usual, her head positioned higher than Kotaro's. A tearful smile played on her lips.
The wind swept through, rustling the leaves.
Ugh...!
Beyond Misaki's smiling face, the full moon hung in the sky. The wind must have been strong, as the thick clouds that should have obscured it had dissipated, leaving the luminous orb to reign unimpeded.
"Hey, Kotaro..."
Her voice, thick with an unsettling sensuality, made me start. I snapped my gaze to her face.
"I want your penis inside me now."
Misaki lifted her long skirt, revealing her glistening, soaked panties with a smile. She was impossibly beautiful, as if she belonged to another world.
*****
"...Alright. Let's do it."
I nodded with a smile, and Misaki responded with a faint, pleased grin. As I stripped off my jeans and underwear and settled onto the bench, the cool sensation against my skin nearly made me gasp.
"Should I keep my underwear on, Misaki-senpai?"
"Mm, this is fine. We'll just shift a bit and make it work."
"Huh...?"
Right in front of Kotaro, Misaki-senpai yanked her panties aside. Her thick pubes were stuck to her skin with love juice. Seeing her plump labia, the thought that he was about to part them and connect with her sent his pulse racing.
"Um... all of a sudden, I feel really embarrassed."
"Don't snap out of it..."
The senior, exposing her intimate area to her junior, kept her panties pulled aside and lowered her head bashfully. She looked adorable.
"Come on, let's hurry up."
"U-um... yeah, I guess..."
The hard bench made them hesitate slightly over their positions. After a brief discussion, they decided Misaki would lower herself into an M-shaped position.
"Ugh... this is way too much..."
As Misaki put her feet on the bench and lowered herself onto it, her long skirt boldly flipped up, leaving her in an obscenely suggestive position that barely concealed her crotch.
"You're right. Now, could you lower yourself onto me?"
"U-um... okay..."
Misaki placed her hands on Kotaro's shoulders and slowly sank down, her gaze locked with his. Kotaro guided his erect penis upward, and her slick folds made perfect contact with the tip.
"Wow... Misaki-senpai, you're burning up!"
"K-Kotaro, you're so thick...! How is this thing going to fit inside me...? ...Ngh! Oh no! Stop! You're rubbing me! Wait! Ah! No, no, no, no...!
As the meaty shaft slid back and forth, the thick labia minora rolled obscenely. Plop, slop... The overflowing love juice trickled from the glans down the shaft.
"Ah! Ahn... Kotaro, you're... you're such a beast! It feels so... ahhh... uuuu..."
"Ugh...!"
As Misaki weakly lowered her hips, the glans at her entrance was smoothly engulfed.
So incredibly soft and hot...
Perhaps her arousal was exceptionally high, but Misaki's vagina was drenched and scalding. After two days without a man, it hungrily gripped and kneaded the invading penis.
"Haaah! Yes, Kotaro, I love this! Your penis is... so thick, so hard... ah..."
As Misaki swallowed the thick shaft deeper and deeper, her expression melted into lewdness. Thud! Her soft buttocks pressed against Kotaro's thigh. Her mouth, which had so easily taken his entire length, now opened and closed rhythmically.
"Ah, Kotaro, w-wait, wait..."
"Huh? I haven't even moved yet."
Tilting his head in confusion, he watched Misaki purse her thin lips and let out a muffled moan: "Ngh...!"
"Gah...!"
He nearly passed out as her slick muscles clenched down on his shaft. Misaki's face was glazed over, her mouth slightly agape as she let out a series of broken cries: "Ah, ah, ah, ah..."
"Misaki-senpai... Did you just come from me just entering you?"
"Y-yeah... I came... I came..."
With a melted smile, she hugged him tightly.
"In this position, I can't move much, so I was worried about it, but... Misaki-senpai is being so lewd that I guess I don't need to worry."
"Huh... Ah! No, don't, ahhh..."
He dug his fingers into her large, round buttocks and began to sway her hips back and forth. The range of motion was limited, but the obscene movement still allowed their genitals to rub together, slick and sticky.
"Ah! Ahh! No, no, don't, nooo..."
When Kotaro lightly thrust his hips in retaliation, Misaki's hips began to writhe lasciviously, moving back and forth as she shook her head in protest.
"Then shall I stop?"
"N-no... Don't stop..."
"Then shall I continue?"
"Ah! Ahg... Yes... Do it... Do it all?"
The whispered words struck my mind like a physical blow, abruptly severing the fragile threads of rationality.
I gripped her soft, plump buttocks with brutal force, yanking her roughly toward me. Unfazed by Misaki's wide-eyed protest, I began to thrust her violently back and forth.
Squelch, squish, squelch, squish.
"Ugh...! Ah, kah...! Ugh...! N-no...! Don't...! Ah...! No, no, no...! It's too much...! Uwaaaaah...!"
Misaki's head arched back, her small body tensing rigidly. Her vaginal walls clenched down with such ferocity I nearly came, but the sight of her gasping lover in front of me only fueled my desire to make her beg. Desperately, I ground my hips back and forth, driving deeper with each thrust.
"Haaah...! No...! No...! Forgive me...! Forgive me...! I'm gonna...! Again...! I'm gonna...! I'm gonna come...! No, no, no...! Come, come, come, come...! Haaaaah...!"
Her voice wasn't cold or cute, but carried a faintly bestial quality. A moan, like a distant howl, echoed through the mountains. More than fearing they might be discovered, Kotaro was captivated by his lover, who had forgotten they were outdoors and was panting earnestly.
"Ah, kaah, haah, hiiu... Kotaro, Kotaro... I love this, I love this so much... It's so scary... so intense..."
Misaki wrapped her arms around Kotaro's neck, her face melting into a blissful smile. A torrent of love juice dripped from their joined bodies, soaking Kotaro's lower abdomen until it glistened as if he'd been splashed with hot water.
"Misaki-senpai, you're being too erotic..." He panted. "You won't stop thrusting... Do you want to come again?"
"Haaah, hi, hiiin... Yes, more, please...? Kotaro, don't hold back... Let it all out...!"
I swallowed hard at her husky whisper, her smile so worn it seemed to have melted.
"I understand... I'll go all out."
"Mm-hmm, come inside me... Ngh...!"
I thrust my hips forward, pulling Misaki's soft buttocks flush against me. My rock-hard cock and her slick, glistening pussy rubbed together in a lewd, squelching rhythm.
This feels too good...!
It wasn't as intense as when we were in the missionary or doggy position, but because my entire shaft was buried deep inside her, I could feel the writhing of her inner muscles more vividly than ever. Veins stood out on my neck as I fought back the urge to climax, devouring her hot, slick flesh.
"Ah... it's so slippery inside... Mmm... Is all this... your restraint juice, Kotaro...?"
Even as I came repeatedly, she whispered adorably. Just as Misaki had said, pre-cum was gushing from the tip of my cock.
"Missaki-senpai... I'm about to... I'm going to let it all out..."
Gritting my teeth, trembling, I squeezed out the words.
"Mm-hmm, come, come... Give me all of Kotaro's seed..."
Our noses almost touched as she gazed at me, her eyes soft and liquid. The moment our lips met—the semen, racing up my narrow urethra in a desperate surge, exploded deep inside Misaki.
"Ughhhh! Ah, haaaah, ah, oh... OOOOOH...!"
Misaki's chin snapped back, her arms tightening around Kotaro's neck as she arched backward. The sight of her pale throat exposed, her body convulsing in repeated spasms, was terrifyingly beautiful. Still coming, he instinctively pressed his lips to her slender neck.
"Ah...? Hah, haaaah... Hiaaah, hmmn...!"
Holding her slender back and biting down ravenously on her pale neck, he looked every bit like a vampire. Misaki moaned in ecstasy at Kotaro's kisses, milking his shaft with rhythmic strokes as if determined not to leave a single drop of semen.
"Haa, haa, haaaah... Should I come again, Misaki-senpai?"
As he returned to his senses, gasping for breath, Misaki began to thrust her hips rhythmically, almost pleadingly. Her body, which had likely climaxed several times more than his, should have been trembling with exhaustion, yet she stared at him with a face full of longing.
"W-What, Kotaro...? It's been two days since we last did this. You're still not satisfied?"
"Huh? W-Well... If I could, I'd want more."
"Hmm, if that's the case..." Misaki smiled faintly. "...Want to do more?"
"...mm."
Against the backdrop of the full moon, her sweet plea was impossible to resist.
*****
After thoroughly entwining themselves, Kotaro and Misaki returned to the banquet hall rather than the bedroom a few hours before dawn. Though tired, they weren't in the mood to sleep.
"Hey! It's Misaki and Kotaro-kun!"
"Huh? Megumi, you're still here... Wow, seriously? There's still so much left?"
Six people remained in the banquet hall, including Megumi, Misaki's classmate, and her boyfriend Fukushima. The rest must have gone to bed. No wonder, they thought.
"What's going on? It's been a while since I've seen both of you."
A second-year boy asked.
"Huh? Oh, um, so... I was talking with some of my classmates in my room, and I just came back for a bit."
"Uh-huh, me too, yeah."
We struggled to fabricate an alibi, while everyone else smirked. I could only sense an uneasy atmosphere.
"Ah, Misaki, Kotaro... how should I put this..."
Fukushima cleared his throat repeatedly. The tension remained palpable.
"Huh? What? Hey, what's going on...?"
Misaki flinched under everyone's gazes, slowly backing away. She looked oddly cute.
"Well, you know... we don't even need to say it... You're busted."
"Huh?"
"Huh?"
Kotaro and Misaki froze, their conversation coming to an abrupt stop.
Everyone except Fukushima and Megumi started talking at once.
"Listen, ever since before the training camp, the vibe between them when they talk has been different, you know?"
"And during the drinking parties, Misaki keeps an unnatural distance from Kotaro. It was so cute seeing him keep glancing at her!"
"I bet at least ten people saw them sharing a lick during the barbecue!"
They saw us...?
Recalling the incident from yesterday, I carefully processed each word being spoken around me. It seemed everyone had suspected something was up even before the training camp. And the camp itself had solidified their suspicions... That's what this must mean.
Misaki-senpai...
I glanced sideways.
Hamster-senpai, now bright red, was opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water.
How cute...
The overwhelming cuteness of my lover made me groan, a sound ten times louder than the embarrassment of being caught.
"When we were talking about the two of you, Fukushima-san and Megumi seemed a bit off, so I interrogated them... And as expected..."
The second-year girl spoke, and Fukushima and Megumi clapped their hands together, smiling awkwardly. Honestly, I was relieved they'd managed to keep it secret until the last minute, and I bowed repeatedly in gratitude.
"Misaki, Misaki."
Megumi stood up and leaned close to Misaki's ear. Her voice was too soft for anyone nearby to hear, but Kotaro could just make it out.
"Fukushima-san and I slipped out of the drinking party for a bit, but... we saw you two leaving outside."
"Hmm."
Misaki's lips stopped moving completely. It was less like she'd regained her composure and more like a broken toy that had short-circuited and completely stopped working.
"M-Megumi, how much did you see? What did you see?!"
Kotaro asked desperately in a hushed voice. Seeing someone else panicking more than him calmed him down, and he reached a state of sudden enlightenment.
"...I think I heard Misaki exclaim, 'Uwahahaha! This is what they call youth!' She was really excited. But to be honest, that's all I heard. Oh, and Fukushima-san was in the restroom at the time, so I was the only one listening."
So they saw that scene...? As the thought crossed his mind, Kotaro felt as if steam were rising from Misaki's ears. Her crimson face trembled like a boiling teapot.
"...If there were a hole, I'd crawl into it... If there isn't one, I'd dig one just to hide..."
She covered her face with her small hands. The ears peeking out from her bright brown hair were bright red.
(She's too cute!)
Everyone in the room was stunned. Megumi's lips twitched, and she threw herself at Misaki. Overpowered by her larger frame, Misaki was easily pinned to the tatami mat.
"Aw, Misaki, you're just too cute!"
As Megumi mussed Misaki's hair in a rough, almost aggressive manner, Misaki covered her face with both hands and groaned, "Ugh... Ugh... So embarrassing... Ugh..."
Just as adorable as I thought.
*****
The next morning, when Kotaro stepped into the hallway to wash his face, he ran into a half-awake Misaki.
"Morning, Kotaro."
"Good morning, Misaki-senpai... Misaki-senpai?"
The moment she saw Kotaro, Misaki let out a loud snort, as if psyching herself up.
"Kotaro, I've decided. Starting today, I'm going all out and acting all lovey-dovey!"
"Huh?! Uh, well, I appreciate it, but... are you sure that's okay?"
"I'm not very confident!"
"Very honest of you!" Misaki said with a bright, carefree smile.
Hamster-senpai glanced around, waddled closer, and gently took hold of Kotaro's hands.
"Um, Misaki-senpai?"
"Kotaro and I are putting on a show of affection for everyone to see."
Her cheeks flushed slightly as she looked up at him coyly, squeezing his hands. Was she giving him a hand massage?
"Misaki-senpai, you're too cute!"
"Ugh... Never mind that! Does this look okay?!"
"Uh, this feels more like we're about to start a folk dance..."
As I was swooning over Misaki's adorably over-the-top behavior, a first-year girl walked by. Misaki's hands sprang away from mine.
"Ah, good morning!"
"O-oh, ooh... Good morning!"
Misaki's overly cheerful response and wave made me nearly burst out laughing.
"The road ahead is steep, isn't it?"
"...Um, so, uh, shall we... tackle it together?"
Why is that a question?
As I gave a wry smile, Misaki gently tugged at Kotaro's hand again. A second invitation to a folk dance. When another Circle member approached, she quickly withdrew her hand once more.
Hamster-senpai is as cute as ever today.