episode_0115
by fnovelpia.
A breath thickened with excitement.
Exhaling it as softly as possible, I grip Han Sua’s ass.
Every time my thumb presses into the plush, pale flesh, she arches her back slightly, as if pleased.
Even though I’ve barely done anything, her skin glistens obscenely with wetness, and each time I part it, a moan escapes her—less a pretty sound and more an honest, unrestrained whimper.
…With one hand pressing lightly against the small of her back,
I nudge the head of my cock against her slick entrance,
and even the shameless moans from earlier vanish.
She just lies flat against the bed,
only her tail twitching beneath her skirt.
No leisurely swaying like before—
just stiff, rigid tension.
“…Sorry?”
“….”
Unsure if I heard her right, I push the tip in deeper, into that impossibly tight heat, and ask.
…Maybe that’s why. Han Sua’s thighs part naturally, then tremble before clamping down.
This isn’t going to work.
As if to say exactly that.
“…If I ask what you’re sorry for, will that make me sound too much like a teacher?”
“….”
Half-joking, half-distracted by arousal, I tease her clit with my cock.
I already know her sensitive spots—figured them out once by chance when she visited the infirmary.
…Her whole body might as well be an erogenous zone.
No matter where I touch, she’d probably just melt in pleasure.
Like this.
“Ngh…! Hnn…!”
Just from rubbing her clit with the tip,
she’s already burying her face in a pillow,
clutching the bedsheet with white-knuckled fists,
her ass twitching as sweat beads on her skin,
her tail, already stiff, now standing straight up—
She’s definitely going to soak the sheets.
“…Instead of staying quiet, why don’t you actually talk to me?”
“Hh…! Fh…!”
“If you just suddenly say sorry, how am I supposed to take that?”
Suppressing the excitement rising in my throat,
I force out the words as gently as I can, chewing them over.
If I don’t do this much, she’ll probably stay like this until we’re done.
…Honestly, I’d rather just fuck the answer out of her.
But if I do that, she’ll just moan instead of replying, so I hold back.
Instead—
“…I said, answer me.”
“…Hih?!”
I rest my hand on her ass.
Not even a sound—
just the lightest touch.
…And yet,
why are you shuddering, tail standing straight up, already on the edge?
Just how sensitive are you…?
Sigh…
Seriously,
what a fucking pervert.
“…Fine. Then don’t answer.”
“….”
“I’ll just interpret it my way. Even if it’s a misunderstanding, keep your mouth shut. Just like now.”
“….”
The excitement I’ve been holding back leaks into my voice.
A rougher tone than usual, far from how I normally speak to Han Sua.
But, laughably,
she obeys, lips sealed tight,
only leaving slick streaks of arousal on the bed.
“A virgin with no experience, yet you imagined how deep my cock would go, pressing it against your lower stomach yourself. That’s how I’ll take it.”
“….”
No protest,
no denial—nothing.
Just her face buried in the pillow, breathing raggedly.
“…Sorry probably means something along those lines.”
“….”
I roll the condom down to the base, now slightly dried out from her,
and reapply lube—not the chemical kind, but the scent of her own wetness.
Under my cock.
Over it.
And,
at the very tip, ready to plunge deep inside.
Then, forcing my way into her twitching entrance,
I grind against her, rough.
…I should’ve recorded this to show her later.
Regretting the belated idea,
Squelch, squelch.
Sticky.
“Lift your ass.”
“….”
“Not just your waist—your ass. Like I said, I’ll fuck you like an animal.”
“….”
“…Yeah. Like that.”
“….”
Her uniform blouse, wrinkled from lying face-down.
Her skirt, flipped up carelessly.
Over this scene of supposed purity and fragility,
I paint the image of my muscular forearm,
and the pliant ass gripped by it, warping under my hold.
…Between words, I secretly tap,
the bright red REC light flickering on.
Her slender waist, tempting me to squeeze it raw.
Her obscenely plump ass, begging for red handprints.
My cock, sheathed in a condom,
still wet from Han Sua’s mouth.
Every inch of this depraved spectacle,
I capture in crisp detail,
recording it all.
“…Hih…? ……….”
The moment the tip barely breaches her pink flesh.
Her hips, already instinctively trying to pull away.
…And my arm, locking her in place.
“…Does it hurt?”
“……. ….”
At the question, she shakes her head against the pillow.
“Nngh…! Hh…! Hnn……!”
Even with just the tip inside,
her thighs tremble nonstop.
Her purity, already dirtied beyond meaning.
Her body, stiff with tension.
After capturing it all on camera,
I grow greedier.
“…Good. I’m glad it doesn’t hurt. I think even Yozora was in a bit of pain her first time.”
“Hah…! Hah…!”
“…Then for now…”
“…, ……W-Wait… Nngh…!”
She already looks like she’s feeling good,
but I want her to feel better.
“…Can you try relaxing a little more?”
“H-How… Nn…!”
“…Yeah. Like that.”
“Hih…! Nngh…!”
Instead of just pushing in,
I press my cock against the shallow wall of her pussy, right above her clit,
and rock my hips gently, scraping against it.
“…You okay?”
“…Y-Yeah… Feels good…”
Squelch, squelch.
The scent of her arousal thickens with every thrust.
On my phone’s slightly blurred screen, a long, wet streak glistens beneath my cock.
…Even as my head spins,
I adjust the camera’s focus on where we’re joined,
then shove—
burying myself deeper.
“…This far okay?”
“……. ….”
Only about two knuckles deeper than before,
but Han Sua’s already twitching, her mind flooded with question marks.
I ask her,
as if from a distance,
if it’s okay to go even deeper.
“…Sigh…”
“…?! W-Wait… N-Not… that far…”
After moving my phone out of the way,
I brace a fist against the bed,
sheathing over half my length inside her.
Creak, creak.
Pounding,
stuffing her full,
then driving deeper as she squirts around me.
“…What?”
“…. …….”
Hah—
Hah—
Her pliant ass, struggling to even breathe.
…Somehow, even as she sinks under me,
she pushes back, as if begging for more.
Her hips, now taking nearly all of me.
I press down until her lower stomach meets the bed.
“…Tell me if it hurts.”
Bracing against the bed again,
I lean forward until her forehead is in view,
then—
Thud.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
“W-Wait…! J-Just… a second…”
Ignoring her muffled pleas,
I keep going.
Until I’m satisfied.
Like an animal.
“……? …Ngh… Hnn…, ……♡”
Watching her ass jiggle with every thrust.
Pinning her head down—
no,
suffocating her into the pillow.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
Squelch.
I slam my hips into her.
“…Hah, hah…! T-Tickles… Stop…”
Right when I feel her clamping down,
instead of the cute lion ears atop her head,
I focus on the reddened ones beneath her wheat-colored hair,
smearing them with my spit.
“……Lick…”
Reaching into the drool-soaked pillow,
I drag my fingers over her tongue,
then tease her stiffened nipples—
as hard as her trembling tail.
“…Nn… Lick… …Suck…”
Creak—
Squeak—
Creaaak—
The sound of the bed,
something that shouldn’t be heard in the infirmary,
stops briefly.
“Haah… Haah…”
“….”
No longer sucking my fingers,
too busy thumping her tail against me in pleasure.
Splurt—
Sploosh—
Squelch—
Splllurt—
I pump her full of sticky seed,
over and over.
…Fuck.
You crazy bitch.
So tight for your first time.
I whisper filth, dripping with rapture,
into Han Sua’s once-innocent ears—
now damp with my spit,
her purity long gone.
“Sigh…”
With the condom now bloated with cum,
I pull out slowly, noticing it had nearly slipped off.
The mess of the bedsheet is the last thing on my mind.
My cock, still fully hard.
My gaze locks onto it.
The reason is simple.
The condom is filled with an absurd amount of cum.
“…….”
I grab my phone from the corner of the bed.
The video, which until now only captured the sound of flesh pounding flesh,
now frames this obscenely slick cock,
and the condom swollen with seed.
“…Han Sua.”
“Hyah…! Hah…!”
“…Turn around and clean me. Like last time.”
“…Nngh… Lick…”
…Even though
her first time was treated like a fleshlight,
she obeys without complaint, eagerly licking me clean.
Still unaware of the phone in my hand,
her uniform in disarray—
I capture it all.
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