episode_0316

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There was no greeting like “Welcome back.”

The urgent sound of shoes being kicked off filled the entryway, followed by the jingling noise of a convenience store bag being set down.

“…Tch, ugh…”

There was no question like “Were you drinking again?”

The sound of lips meeting and parting. The sound of socked feet tapping against the bare floor. Along with Yozora’s occasional, signature laughter.

She headed straight for the nearest couch.

“…Hah, haa… …….”

No words like “Come sit here with me~” or “Want me to pour you a drink?”

Rustle, rustle—the sound of a thin T-shirt being forcibly pulled up, the sound of a pure white bra trapping her soft breasts being undone, the sound of Yozora letting out an uncharacteristically girlish moan, the sound of suffocating kisses.

On the same couch where we’d usually clink glasses.

Because it spilled out dizzyingly.

“Haa… Hey… Ugh… Do you… do this with other girls too…?”

“…What kind of answer are you hoping for?”

“Jusssst… a pure… question… Why are you so worked up… ahh…”

“…It’s all the same. There’s nothing particularly different.”

“Then… why come home… and skip the drinks you went out of your way to buy… just to… do this… right away…”

“…Going this far is a first for you.”

“…Hehe. I’m… your first…?”

“Yeah.”

With a clinking sound, I unbuckle my belt.

In the process, my shirt gets annoyingly caught on my shoulder, so I roughly pull it off and drape it over the back of the couch.

Maybe I draped it too carelessly—it immediately slid off and fell to the floor. Not like I’ll need to wear it again for a while anyway.

…After somehow dealing with my pants, which already feel unbearably tight.

In just my blatantly tented boxers, I cup one of Yozora’s soft breasts in my hand.

The cherry-colored peak, between my thumb and outstretched ring finger.

Luxuriously trapped.

“…How is it? How does it feel? …You’ve probably touched Seyeon’s and Sua-chan’s too by now… But mine’s… not bad, right…?”

“…Soft. I like it.”

“Tchii… You’re not gonna say you like how big they are…? Well, I guess Sua-chan’s got me beat…”

“You’re still way above average, though. Just walk outside—girls your size… aren’t easy to find.”

“But… wouldn’t it be nice if I were number one?”

“…Right now, you are.”

“…That’s just lip service.”

“Don’t believe me?”

“…Prove it.”

“Prove what?”

“…That my chest… turns you on the most… Proof.”

“…Well, that’s…”

Easy enough.

With one hand, I tug my boxers down just enough to free my cock, now painfully hard, and let my thumb, which had been pressing into Yozora’s breast, slide up slightly.

Doing this makes one of her breasts, which had been pushed together, spill to the side.

…Rather than forcing it between stiff cleavage, like this, mounting her instead.

“This good enough?”

“……”

Even if you tried to trap it between those big breasts of yours, the blood rushing down would just make it jut upward.

This should get the point across.

“…It’s gotten this big…”

“…Different from last time?”

“A little… Feels bigger…”

“…”

“…Compared to when you gave me a paizuri before… definitely…”

Pinned to the far corner of the couch, her head pressed against the armrest, Yozora’s slender fingers hesitantly brush against my cock.

Starting from the most sensitive part—the glans. Then a little further down, the shaft.

…Parting the breasts that had been tightly squeezing it, her fingers trace the throbbing veins, swollen from the cycle of arousal and calm since the manga café.

Finally, all the way to the base, where cum bubbles hot and ready, her fingers creep closer, teasingly.

Then, slowly, her thumb stretches up to measure the length back to the tip.

But Yozora’s thumb and forefinger aren’t nearly enough, so she tries her thumb and middle finger. Still not enough, so she adds her pinky. Even that falls short.

…After stretching her hand as wide as possible, she squeezes it shut to memorize the length, then,

gulp

…swallows hard and spreads both hands in front of me.

The hand that just measured is slightly curled, while the idle hand stretches as far as it can, connecting the two to show me.

“…Hey. If it’s this big… what am I supposed to do?”

“What do you mean, ‘what’? …You’ll just have to shrink it.”

“…How many times will that take? …For something like this?”

“…Dunno. Never kept going until I passed out, so I wouldn’t know.”

“Because you’re… a healer?”

“Maybe, yeah.”

“…Hmm… Can my little pussy even take all this…?”

With a playful smile, Yozora cautiously lowers her hand to cup my balls.

Not quite a caress—more like pure curiosity in her touch. It reminds me that, despite her dangerous tastes, she doesn’t have much experience with this.

…By accident, my cock twitches.

“…Hehe…”

Mistaking it for her doing a good job, Yozora giggles cutely, her face tilting up to meet my gaze.

…The way she handles my balls has also gotten noticeably bolder.

Honestly, it doesn’t feel much better.

…But Yozora’s enthusiasm is so palpable that now, my cock really does twitch on its own.

Dripping with pre-cum, thick with lust.

“Too baaad… You have to share this good feeling with other girls too.”

“Bigger doesn’t always mean better.”

“Well… I like a cock like this…”

“…Now that I think about it, it’s kinda weird. …This thing’s a bit much for you, isn’t it?”

“So what? Isn’t that better?”

“Better how?”

“Your… shape and stuff.”

“…”

“Compared to taller girls… I can feel it way more.”

“…”

For a moment, Yozora gazes up at me from the couch, her pretty eyes curved in amusement. Then she shifts the length she’d just measured from my view to her own body.

Half-hidden under her skirt, she presses a small span, then a large one, against her lower stomach.

…When her fingertips nearly reach her navel, she lets out a shy,

“Ehehe~”

Her expression is unbearably cute.

“If you shoved it in this far… …would I break…?”

“I’ve gone almost all the way in every time we’ve had sex. …Dummy.”

“…Oh… right…”

“…”

“But… today’s even bigger than before…”

“…”

Guess I’d better… prepare.

With that whisper, Yozora moves her fingers from her stomach to grip the base of my cock, then sticks out the tongue she’d been kissing me with relentlessly.

“Ahh…?”

“…”

“A donation… okay…?”

Gently. Maddeningly gently.

She flicks her tongue against the tip now right in front of her face. The very front, where pre-cum beads, and just below, where pleasure gathers along the vein.

Tenderly. Teasingly.

Enough to make my hips tremble.

Maybe liking my reaction—leaning against the couch, breathing heavily— Yozora, still holding the base, shifts my cock slightly and taps the head against her lips.

…Then, tilting her head, she drags her tongue along the curved side, Bleh~ sticking out her cute little tongue,

thoroughly, slowly, mapping every ridge of the glans.

…All the while, when my hips jerk, when my cock twitches,

she waits with her mouth open near the tip, and if nothing comes, she licks the glans again.

It’s obvious what she’s after.

Fuck, it’s hot.

“Haa… Hey… Does it feel good…?”

“…Not bad.”

“Eh…? ‘Not bad’? …Really? …That hurts my pride…”

“…”

A safe answer.

But it seems that wasn’t enough for her.

Frowning in protest, Yozora starts stroking the base firmly while working her tongue. The wet sounds of her licking echo under my cock.

Each time, that soft, slick sensation rakes over the sensitive vein, drawing out sighs from the pleasure pooling thickly inside.

How good would it feel to just pound into that tiny pussy? How fast would I cum if I fucked her as hard as she wants?

Remembering the condom discarded with the alcohol by the entryway,

“…Tch…”

…Disliking my dazed stare, Yozora gazes up at me and drags her tongue flat against the glans.

Haaah~ With a cute sound, she takes just the tip into her mouth and sucks sweetly.

Pulling back, she admires the glans now glistening with spit, then, with a teasing smile,

gives it another deliberate lick.

Meanwhile, her hand at the base, now slick with pre-cum,

squelch

works me over.

Having held back multiple times already, I finally think,

Screw it, just—

“…! ……Ngh, ……slurp, ugh….”

So good I don’t even care that it’s her first blowjob, I dump my cum, wildly, into Yozora’s tiny mouth.

“Fuu… …Hah…”

“……, ……….”

Squelch, squelch…

Each sticky sound from my balls makes Yozora, still gripping the base, stroke the oversensitive spot slowly, coaxing out more.

Breathing hard, I look down at her face—only to find her, who’d been just as dazed as me, now grinning mischievously.

Because of that, or some other reason,

the cum won’t stop.

“…Hah, haah……”

“…Haaah…”

After nearly 30 seconds of twitching, the spurting finally stops.

…Of course, only the cum stops.

“…Bleh…”

“……”

“…Mmm, gulp…….”

“……”

“…Drank it… all…”

“……”

…Hic….”

“……”

“…Hey, ……boyfriend…?”

“…What?”

“…It’s even bigger… than before…”

“…”

“What should… we do…?”

“…”

My cock, stiff with blood. My brain, melted with lust.

Still the same.