The following afternoon, the Yuuki household was suspiciously quiet. Lala was in her attic lab "calibrating" something that sounded like a jet engine, and Run was at a voice training lesson.
The doorbell rang.
Rito opened it to find Haruna standing there, hugging her school bag. She looked nervous, but there was a new determination in her eyes, the same spark that had led her to touch him in the library.
"H-Hello, Yuuki-kun," she said, cheeks dusting pink. "I brought the library logs... like we planned."
"Hey, Sairenji. Come in."
Rito stepped back to let her in. As she removed her shoes, placing them neatly beside his, Mikan walked out of the kitchen. She was wiping her hands on a towel, her expression unreadable.
"Welcome, Sairenji-san." Mikan said politely. Too politely. "I didn't know we were hosting... private study sessions today."
"It's for the library committee, Mikan." Rito said, perhaps a little too quickly.
Mikan's eyes flicked to Rito, then to Haruna, then back to Rito. She sighed, a sound heavy with resignation and a sharp edge of jealousy.
"I'll bring up some tea," Mikan said, turning back to the kitchen. "Try not to make... too much noise. The walls are thin."
Rito flinched. Haruna lowered her head, her ears turning red. Mikan knew. She always knew.
…
Rito's room felt smaller than usual with Haruna sitting at his low table. They had the ledgers open, pencils scratching against paper, but the air was thick and humid. It was an unseasonably hot day, and Rito's window didn't catch much of a breeze.
Rito wiped sweat from his forehead. His training had increased his metabolism, which meant he ran hotter than he used to.
"It's boiling in here," Rito muttered. "Do you mind if I...?" He tugged at his collar.
Haruna looked up, her pen pausing. She looked at him, then at his shirt, which was sticking to his chest. She remembered the feel of him in the library, hard, hot, and solid.
"I... I don't mind." she whispered.
Rito pulled his T-shirt over his head and tossed it into the corner.
Haruna's breath hitched.
She had seen him shirtless before, usually in chaotic accidents, but this was different. He was just sitting there. His abs were sharply defined now, a clear, rippling 5-pack beginning to cut deep lines into his stomach. His shoulders were broader; his arms corded with functional muscle from all the push-ups and running.
He looked... capable. Strong.
"Y-Yuuki-kun," Haruna murmured, her eyes tracing the line of muscle that disappeared into the waistband of his shorts. "You've... gotten really fit."
Rito rubbed the back of his neck, smiling that honest, sheepish smile. "Yeah. I have to be. To protect everyone... and to handle everything."
He shifted his legs under the table. The movement pulled the fabric of his loose home shorts tight against his crotch.
The outline was undeniable. A heavy, thick bulge that slumped to the left, taking up a significant amount of real estate even when soft. And below that, the fabric strained against a pair of heavy, round shapes that seemed too large for the average teenager.
Haruna stared. She couldn't help it. After yesterday... after touching him... she was fascinated.
"Sairenji?" Rito asked, noticing her gaze. He didn't cover himself. Instead, he leaned forward slightly, resting his elbow on the table, his voice dropping to that honest, husky register. "You're staring."
"I..." Haruna swallowed hard. "I can't help it. Yesterday... your hand... it was so much. But I didn't really see everything."
She looked up at his face, her own face burning but her eyes locking onto his.
"Yuuki-kun... is it okay if we take a break from studying?"
Rito's heart slammed against his ribs. He knew what she was asking. And his body was already responding, the heavy weight in his shorts beginning to stir and stiffen.
"Yeah," Rito whispered. "I think a break is a good idea."
Haruna moved her cushion closer. She didn't reach for his hand this time. She reached for the waistband of his shorts.
"I want to see…" she whispered, her fingers brushing his skin. "I want to see... the parts that make you react to me."
She pulled the elastic down.
Rito's cock sprang free, already half-hard and thickening by the second. But what caught Haruna's attention wasn't just the shaft.
It was what lay beneath.
Resting heavily on the tatami mat between his thighs were his balls, two massive, weighty orbs that hung low and full in their sack. They were impressive, easily matching the scale of his shaft, radiating heat and filled with the potential she had felt erupt on her hand yesterday.
"Oh..." Haruna breathed, her eyes wide. She reached out, cupping them gently in both hands. They filled her small palms completely, heavy and dense. "They're... so heavy, Yuuki-kun."
Rito groaned, his hips bucking slightly at the sensitive touch. "Sairenji... be gentle with those. They're... sensitive."
"Sensitive?" Haruna repeated, a daring glint entering her eyes. She leaned down, her face inches from his lap. "Then... I should probably kiss them better, right?"
She didn't wait for an answer. She leaned down, her dark hair curtaining her face, hiding her burning cheeks but not her intent.
Her breath, hot and humid, ghosted over the sensitive, wrinkled skin of his scrotum before her lips made contact.
Chu.
She pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the left one. Rito's hips jerked off the cushion, his hands gripping the edge of the table until his knuckles turned white.
"S-Sairenji..."
"They're so... warm." she murmured against his skin.
She didn't stop at a kiss. She opened her mouth and licked.
It was a long, slow drag of her tongue, starting from the bottom of the heavy sack and curling up toward the base of his shaft. She cupped the weight of them in her palm, lifting the massive orbs slightly to get better access, treating them with a reverence that made Rito's head spin.
She hummed against them, the vibration buzzing through his entire lower body. She explored the texture, the weight, the sheer size of what he was packing between his legs.
"Yuuki-kun," she whispered, pulling back slightly, a string of saliva connecting her lip to his underside. "They really are heavy. It must be hard... carrying all this manliness around."
Rito looked down at her, the shy librarian, currently holding his balls and looking up at him with hazy, lust-filled eyes.
"It's... getting harder right now." Rito admitted, his voice ragged.
Haruna giggled, a breathless, daring sound. She released his balls, letting them settle back heavily against his thighs, and moved up.
She faced the main event: the 9-inch, throbbing pillar that was currently leaking pre-cum and twitching in anticipation.
"I want to taste you." she whispered. "Properly this time."
She wrapped her lips around the head.
Slurp.
The sound was wet and incredibly loud in the quiet room. Rito threw his head back, his hands finding her hair, fingers tangling in the silky strands.
"Oh god... Sairenji..."
She took him deeper. She couldn't take the whole length, it was simply too big for a beginner, but she attacked the head and the upper shaft with an enthusiasm that shattered her good girl image completely. Her tongue swirled around the ridge, lapping up the pearly fluid. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, creating a vacuum that felt like heaven.
Schlorp... gluck...
She bobbed her head, her hair swaying, her eyes squeezing shut as she focused entirely on pleasing him. One hand stayed down low, fondling the heavy balls she had just kissed, rolling them gently in rhythm with her mouth.
…
Outside the Door.
Mikan stood in the hallway, a tray with two cups of tea and a plate of cookies in her hands.
She had walked up the stairs quietly, intending to knock. But her hand froze inches from the wood.
The walls of the Yuuki household were thin.
Schlorp... schlorp...
"Nnngh... Sairenji... that feels..."
Gluck...
"Is it... deep enough... Yuuki-kun?"
Mikan's face went blank. The tea in the cups rippled as her hands began to tremble.
She knew that sound. She knew that tone in her brother's voice, the honest pleasure he couldn't hide. And she knew Haruna wasn't studying library logs.
'She's doing it too…' Mikan thought, a cold, heavy stone settling in her stomach. 'The librarian. The shy one. She's in there... tasting him.'
She looked down at the cookies. She had spent extra time arranging them.
For a moment, Mikan stood there, debating whether to kick the door down or just drop the tray. But then, Rito's voice came through the door again, low and strained.
"I'm close... Sairenji, I'm gonna—!"
Mikan turned around. She walked back toward the stairs, her footsteps silent, taking the tea and cookies with her.
'I'll just... drink this myself.' she decided, her eyes stinging.
…
Inside the Room.
Rito's hips snapped forward.
"Sairenji!"
Haruna pulled back just in time, her mouth popping off the head with a wet smack. She kept her hand wrapped tight around the shaft, pumping him through the final spasms.
SPLURT!
Thick, hot ropes of white erupted from the tip. They coated her chin, splashed across her lips, and landed heavily on her collarbone.
Haruna didn't flinch. She watched the release with wide, fascinated eyes, panting heavily. She reached up with a finger, catching a drip that was sliding down her cheek, and put it in her mouth.
She swallowed.
"It's... sweet." she whispered, looking at him with a dazed smile.
Rito slumped forward, resting his forehead against hers, their breath mingling. He was spent, happy, and incredibly guilty about the tea he was sure Mikan was never going to bring.
"Thank you." he breathed. "Haruna... thank you."
She stiffened slightly at the name, then smiled, nuzzling into his bare chest.
"You're welcome... Rito-kun."
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