From dawn on this second day, the two lovers continued expressing the love they felt for one another by joining their bodies.
"Almost there! Here I go!" Takashi shouted before cumming inside Yuriko while she was on top of him, both of them on a lounger.
But at all times, someone had to take a break.
"God, give me a breather!" Yuriko collapsed onto Takashi's chest, full of the boy's sperm and her body exhausted after he had sucked all her energy away.
"You're a beast, Takashi."
They were on the terrace of the house they were renting, where a provided lounger sat along with a giant beach umbrella.
After appearing before Komuro wearing a purple micro-monokini that made a vain effort to cover Yuriko's body, it was enough to motivate the boy after the morning sex they'd had.
"Shall we go for a sixth round?" Takashi asked affectionately.
"Can we take a break?" Yuriko pleaded with kitten eyes. "My pussy is numb again, same as my legs, and your semen won't stop leaking out of my insides."
"Alright, it's still midday. We can have lunch right away if you want, Yuriko." Being alone, he called her plainly by her name.
"I'm still full, but of something else~" She was comfortable on the boy's chest. "While I recover, why don't you tell me about something?"
"Like what?" Komuro asked.
"How about that woman you had your first adult adventure with?" was the suggestion she gave.
"You want me to tell you about Fubuki-san?" Komuro asked, doubtful. "I thought women hated it when men talked about their previous partners."
"It's fine. After all, that was a long time ago, right? Right now, I have you for myself, and only for myself~" She snuggled under his chin. "Besides, listening to a dirty story from an adventurer might give me the energy I need to recover~" She then bit the boy's right nipple.
"Alright, since Yuriko insists," Komuro took it calmly.
"Do you remember that I used to work part-time at a mini-market? She was the manager of the place. She had asked me to stay and cover the night shift when our relationship started."
It's a story from a few months back.
In total, it's been a year and a month since that story took place. But still, Takashi remembered it as if that story had happened yesterday.
"I'm sorry you have to cover the night shift after finishing your afternoon shift, Komuro-kun, but Tomoya is sick, and there's no one else who can stay," said the woman with very dark green hair, who always wore a full-length green dress that reached her feet, her arms completely covered by it.
"Don't worry, I have no problem," he said calmly, as if pulling an all-nighter on a double shift knowing he had school the next day was nothing—and Fubuki knew it.
"Are you sure? You're a student, and tomorrow is a school day," Fubuki commented.
"I'll manage to stay awake during classes," he replied without showing any discontent.
"You're a boy—no, a very brave man," Fubuki said, grateful for having hired such a willing young man as her employee. "I'll come in the morning to check that everything went well for you."
She left him alone. Although it was the night shift, it wasn't a shift with activities very different from what he had to do in the afternoon. And if you've worked at a mini-market that has a night shift, you'll already have an idea of what tasks he had to do during his shift: clean the furniture and the store, stock the refrigerators and shelves, check for expired items. But most of these activities he had already done since his first shift.
"It's going to be a very quiet night," Takashi said, standing behind the register, leaning his hand on the counter. No one had shown up at all since the start of the shift, an hour ago.
He could have taken a nap regardless of the cameras seeing him, but he stayed there thinking about his boss.
"Fubuki-san looks so pretty. She always wears that green dress. I wonder if she wears underwear under her dress," Takashi thought, very spicy thoughts, and he had only managed to provoke himself. "Damn."
Finishing off that stress he had caused himself was the only way to remedy the erection his own imagination had provoked in Takashi. He wasn't going to do it right there at the register and under the gaze of the security camera.
However, there was one place where the only security camera wasn't working: the employee bathroom. As soon as he entered and locked the door, he leaned against the wall facing the toilet and began to take the goose for a walk while thinking about his superior at work.
"Fubuki-san, Fubuki-san…" He started naming her as soon as he began—an invocation that would end up working better than those creepypasta rituals.
Click!!
Within a few minutes, Fubuki was opening the back door of the mini-market to look for something she had forgotten.
"I can't believe I forgot this here," Fubuki said after locking the door again. "Well, anyway, I can see how Takashi is doing." She entered the store's back storage area but found the dark-haired boy.
"He's not here? He must be at the register."
"Fubuki-san," She heard the young man's voice calling her from the employee bathroom, next to the storage area.
"Takashi-kun, is that you?" She approached the bathroom door slowly, wondering if the boy was alright.
"Fubuki-san!" Just as she had her hand on the knob and was about to turn the handle, she managed to hear firsthand a loud shout from the boy on the other side.
"Takashi-kun, hold on!" she shouted. But upon opening the door, the first thing she saw was the dark-haired boy's dick cumming. If it was already bad enough that she had discovered him, the worst part was that his shot ended up directed at Fubuki's face after she unexpectedly opened the door.
"Eh?"
Takashi knew it was his death sentence.
"You disappoint me, Takashi-kun. I thought you were someone better," Fubuki confronted him immediately. She pulled him out of the bathroom and sat him down at that table they had in the store's employee area.
"To discover that you were doing something like this, and above all, thinking of me to satisfy your lowly needs."
The boy's downcast gaze, listening to her every word without protest, clearly indicated that Takashi was ashamed of his actions. But at the same time, Fubuki could see very clearly how Komuro's bulge remained hard.
"Tell me: have you still not been with a real woman, Takashi?" Fubuki asked.
"No, not yet," he replied, his pride on the floor.
"I won't tell anyone about what you've done—not the company, not the police, not my husband," she said, leaning her body toward Takashi, accentuating her bust in front of the boy's face.
"You mean it?" He raised his gaze, only to blush at seeing Fubuki's bust far too close to his face.
"But on one condition," she declared.
"First of all, stop staring at my breasts; my eyes are up here." She pointed to her own eyes with her hand. Her annoyed look meant that one wrong move, and the forgiveness she was about to give Komuro could go to hell.
"Now, take it out."
He had to ask what exactly he was supposed to take out, so Fubuki clarified what he had to pull out, rubbing her bare foot over Takashi's bulge beneath his pants, only for her to decide to use her mouth to give him his first blowjob experience.
Slurp!!
"Fubuki-san, your mouth... it's wonderful!" Komuro said. He had only seen oral sex in videos on the adult network, but experiencing it firsthand coming from one of the women he had fantasized about was far better.
"Shut up! I'm only doing this because it bothers me to see you keep it like that even while I was scolding you!" Fubuki said, having Takashi's piece of meat in her mouth.
"How is it possible... that you're still this hard? How much do you masturbate to have this stamina, or this size? Never mind. Consider yourself lucky that I'm the one giving you your first blowjob."
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