episode_0322

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What’s the most comfortable position?

With ragged breaths spilling against Yozora’s crimson ears, I adjusted my arms hesitantly.

Depending on how much I lift her body… the angle keeps shifting.

Ideally, I’d prefer one where I can thrust as deep as possible.

Whispering cringey lines while lazily pushing my cock in isn’t my style—or Yozora’s, for that matter.

…I like defiling innocent girls.

You? You want someone to ravage your playful ass mercilessly.

Since your taste leans toward roughness loud enough to leak sounds—

“Hahh…”

A sigh thick with lust.

Every time I flexed my arms to pull back, Yozora’s petite body, hoisted up against me, jiggled adorably.

Sometimes a little higher.

Sometimes a little lower.

All while she let out faint, cute whimpers.

Slowly.

“…Haa… …Ngh…”

After firmly supporting the underside of her thighs—

I shoved my cock in to the hilt, right where it felt best.

“…This position—good?”

“…Mmm, my legs… are kinda numb… hehe.”

“Then… how about this?”

“…Better, maybe…?”

Once she confirmed the new position worked, I pinned Yozora’s back against the bedroom wall.

Dripping thick strands of sticky arousal between us, I pulled out until only the tip remained inside.

…Even after coming multiple times in this short span,

I’m still rock-fucking-hard like this.

Seriously, isn’t this dangerous?

But the fleeting worry in my head—

I crushed it underfoot.

Squelch, squelch.

With lust melting my brain into a daze—

I pushed my aching hips flush against Yozora’s.

“…You like… this… huh?”

“Y-Yeah… feels good…”

“You like getting fucked like this by your teacher, huh? …Dumbass.”

“S’good… feels like I’ll die…”

“You’re in uniform right now. You sure you should be saying that?”

“Dunnooo…”

Playing along with her cute little act—

I bit down on her pristine white blouse, still faintly scented with air freshener.

…Until I could feel her thighs twitching.

Until her slender shoulders shuddered intermittently.

Thud. Slam.

Pounding her cervix raw.

“…Disgustingly sticky… …Inside you.”

“Hah… hahh……”

“This is what happens when it’s all filled with my cum, got it?”

“Ahh, Seo-Jin… ……”

Hidden beneath her fluttering skirt.

Concealed by her crumpled blouse.

Unseen, unknowable from the outside—

…Yozora’s womb, stuffed full of my seed.

Over.

And over.

Without even the thin barrier of a condom.

Until every last drop of our fluids mixed together—

Relentlessly.

I fucked it deeper inside.

“Hah… Yozora… …Fuck…”

“Nngh… …haa…”

Biting her shoulder as I thrust, the once-pristine white shirt now bore scattered gray marks from my teeth.

Obvious enough that even a clueless kid could tell someone had gnawed on her.

Those smudged stains fed the lust burning in my skull, stoking it hotter—

So I hauled Yozora back up, her body having slid down slightly from the force.

“…Hh…”

…Watching your face twist in pleasure.

While our tongues tangled breathlessly.

I pressed my cock to the root—

Deep.

Slow.

As if carving my shape into you permanently.

Grinding against your pubic bone.

“……?! …Pah… hh…”

Even as you desperately tried to keep our tongues locked, you couldn’t stifle the moans clawing up your throat, breaking the kiss.

For someone who loves dirty talk, you weirdly try to hide when you’re close—playing it cool before latching back onto me.

…Maybe you wanted to leave your mark on me too.

One hand slid down from my neck—

Dig. Claw.

Nails raking sharp lines into my upper back.

All so I could pump another load inside.

Thud. Slam. Thud.

Filling the room with bestial, mating sounds—

“…Hahh… hhk… hhk…”

Before dumping another fresh batch—

Splurt. Gush. Throb.

—into your cramped, overflowing womb.

Until your playful expression melted into a daze.

Until my hips trembled helplessly.

“…….”

Then—

Your nape.

“Ahah… ticklish…”

“….”

“Seo-Jin… no… marks’ll show…”

“So?”

I made sure to brand you properly—proof you’re owned.

“The girls… hah… they’ll ask what these are…”

“Say your boyfriend did it.”

“…Ah. Boy…friend…”

This way—

Whether it’s Yozora’s top…

Or bottom.

Everything.

Gets labeled as Seo-Jin’s property.

“…W-Wait, what if they ask who your boyfriend is?”

“Just say some random college student.”

“…What if I say it’s the school nurse…? You’d get in so much trouble…”

“…Maybe later. Not now.”

“Whyyy? …Oh, ‘cause Ji-Yoon would ice you to death?”

“You know me so well.”

“…Hehe… Ji-Yoon’s fault, then… …ah!”

When I pulled out, dragging along her walls, the cum I’d dumped deep inside gushed out in unison, soaking the bedroom floor.

But who gave a shit about cleaning that up?

…Seeing Yozora panting, blissed out—

A faint curiosity sparked.

So I carried her breathless, trembling form straight back to bed.

“Pffh… You acted tough, but you’re pretty worn out, huh?”

After setting her down—dripping cum from her pussy—I grabbed the water glass I’d brought earlier (now useless) and took a sip.

“…Oh. Like this?”

“….”

Both of us lying sideways.

Me hugging Yozora’s sweat-slick back from behind.

Nibbling her long-reddened ears (so much for her playful act)—

…Then she hooked one of her surprisingly long legs over my arm,

Giving me full access to pound her walls.

“Hih… …ha, ngh…”

My cock, slick with mixed fluids.

Even half-soft, just sliding back inside made Yozora whimper cutely—so I bit her earlobe.

My mouth’s pretty warm, I think.

But her flushed ears—

Were even hotter.

…Just how turned on is she?

Unfathomably so.

“Nn… ngh… …nn………”

Yozora’s smooth back.

Pressing against me until our body heat merged, we continued our sticky sex.

Gripping the thigh propped on my arm for leverage.

Occasionally sliding a hand down to grope her cum-stuffed womb.

Squeezing her perky tits (exactly my type) as they bounced with each thrust.

…Draining every last drop of my lust.

But not too rough.

Almost… like lovers.

Slap. Slap.

Letting my cum-heavy balls slap against her clit—

I gently stroked her molten walls.

“…Hey, that… tickles…”

Yozora’s shoulder.

I buried my face where I’d bitten earlier.

Not enough—so I brushed aside her sweat-damp black hair and planted another hickey on her exposed nape.

Maybe the tender sex felt awkward—she squirmed cutely.

Hugging her with my free arm, I groped:

Her sweat-slicked breasts.

The unbuttoned blouse barely held together by a necktie.

Even the tongue she’d been secretly panting with.

Then, as her breath hitched—

I teased her slick tongue with two fingers.

Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.

Slow.

Slow, but deep.

You, who always joked about rape—

Now reduced to wordless gasps, despite complaining about ticklishness.

I fucked you full of affection.

“Hahh… …ah, haah…”

What if we’d gotten along from the start?

What if Yozora—just a light drinker with no weird kinks—had gotten drunk and jumped me?

Not a boss I want to strangle, but just…

A slightly mischievous partner.

Not a hero, but at least a fuck buddy as hot as my type.

…Well, whatever.

Lost in dumb fantasies—

“…I like you, Yozora.”

“…Mmm, nn…”

The same words I’d whispered earlier while pounding her on the couch—

This time, I said them during something closer to normal, loving sex.

“…Chu… …nn…”

When I tilted her chin, Yozora naturally sought a kiss—our tongues entwined.

Splurt. Throb.

Less cum than before, but still enough.

Then—

“…Hey, Seo…Jin…”

“What?”

“…Do that thing again… one more time…”

Pushing my cock into your walls until cum spills out.

At first, it was just curiosity.

But—

I didn’t hate it either.

Some ungodly hour of dawn—no idea how much time passed.

After airing out the room and checking the clock, instead of collapsing into dreamland with Yozora, I dragged her whining, exhausted ass to the bathroom.

How to put it?

Not sure of the right term, but “animalistic stench” fits close enough.

We reeked of it.

Honestly, we needed more than just a shower—some cleanup too—

But between clearing the liquor-covered table and dealing with the cum-and-slick-stained bedsheets, it’d take over 30 minutes.

So I gave up.

At most, I tossed Yozora’s sweat-drenched high school uniform into the washer.

Even that was only because I was still functional—joining her in the bathroom slightly later.

“….”

…As I approached, humming echoed from inside. Guess she wasn’t as dead as she’d seemed.

“Hah…”

Typical Yozora.

With a light sigh, I grabbed the doorknob.

The rattling noise revealed a changing room devoid of clothes.

Beyond the fancy glass door, the pleasant sound of shower spray tickled my ears.

I called out:

“Washing properly?”

“Eek, wait…! There’s a girl in here—you can’t just barge in!”

“…Huh? You’re the one who said we should shower together.”

“No way… You’re just waiting for me to let my guard down so you can wreck me again… Kyaah!”

“Too tired for your games. Not in the mood.”

“…Ugh. So boring. You and Sua-chan both—why can’t you play along?!”

“How am I supposed to? Wanna fuck in here too? Anyway, I’m coming in.”

“N-No! 10 seconds! Just wait 10 seconds outside!”

“Now what?”

“Just because!”

Probably another scheme, but 10 seconds was nothing.

After killing the brief wait, I slid the glass door open.

“Ta-dah~! Like it? Guys love this kinda thing, right?”

There stood Yozora, grinning—barely covered by a clumsily held towel.

Regardless of preference, it was clearly a rushed job—more likely to slip off than function as clothing.

“Says who?”

“The internet! Y’know, naked in a boyfriend’s shirt? Naked in an apron? And this! Korea and Japan have the same tastes, huh?”

“…Whatever. Just hide those hickeys tomorrow.”

She really looks this stuff up?

With a sigh, I ruffled her hair and stepped in.

Ignoring her whines for more praise—

I tuned her out.