After dinner, my offer to wash the dishes was refused, so I laid on my bed with my smartphone in hand and talked with Suzuhara about our offline meeting on the messaging app.
Preparations seem to be progressing steadily, and a concrete schedule is being drawn up so that the event can be held in the middle of summer vacation.
It seems that Suzuhara's friend will be the organizer, and Suzuhara and one girl will be the deputy organizers.
Even though we are friends, we all met online, and I have yet to say hello even on the online game.
"What are you doing?"
After washing up, Yamamoto-san returned to the bed.
I also sit up and sit on the edge of the bed, the two of us next to each other.
"It looks like the offline meeting is about to start in earnest, so people are talking about adjusting part-time jobs."
"What do you do when you meet offline?"
"It's like gathering in a karaoke room and chatting and playing games. Then, we eat dinner and disperse... or that's what I think."
When I hear reports of offline meetings on social media, it seems that there are many cases where the members don't talk much, just play games, and then break up.
"It's kind of refreshing to meet someone you've only talked to online, huh."
"Some of the people who use social media and are related to games and anime have characters that are completely different from their real-life personalities. I'm rather scared of them."
If I have communication skills like Yamamoto-san, I'll probably have fun talking to anyone.
I can't carry on a conversation unless the other person is a good conversationalist.
"It's a matter of mindset. Sotomichi-kun, you're always thinking about what you'll do if you fail, or that you'll only be dealing with strange people."
Yamamoto-san pressed my shoulder with her fingers.
Yamamoto-san cutely lowers her head to look into my face.
"Why don't you set some goals? If one of them succeeds, even if the others don't, you won't think that day was wasted."
Goals of the offline meeting, huh.
I was hoping to get a girlfriend.
If even Yamamoto-san couldn't get me to separate from my little sister, it doesn't make sense to get a girlfriend anymore.
I can't back out anymore, though, because I've been lingering on the invitation of the hot-headed Suzuhara.
In any case, there's no reason to be fixated on girls anymore.
I like the game itself, and considering that I will get to know more people with such hobbies from now on, the offline meeting will be an entry point for that.
"Making a friend I guess?"
Saying that, I immediately regretted it.
In front of Yamamoto-san, who has a lot of friends, I easily said something lame.
"That's good! People with the same interests are getting together, right? It's a great opportunity for something!"
Yamamoto-san takes my hand and smiles at me.
It's embarrassing, but she's really happy.
Of course that's the case.
Yamamoto-san is like this.
If it was Miyu, she might have said something like, 'You're not an idiot, Onii-chan,' and told me the correct answer while giving me a lecture.
They're different types, but both are caring people.
Kindness seeps in me.
"It's difficult to define what it means to be a friend, so let's consider it a success if you can exchange contact information."
"I think that Suzuhara will be the one to arrange the timing for everyone's contact information to be exchanged though."
"That's fine. An absolutely successful offline meeting, huh? Isn't it fun?"
What a way to round up the story.
Sure, it's easy if I just have the goal of exchanging contact information and the rest is just chatting and playing games.
"Thank you. I feel like going now."
"No no. Since it's a great opportunity, you should prepare yourself to create some topics to talk about."
Success and failure are the sustenance of life, basically.
That's what it means to think differently.
"Now that I think about it, I think you said something similar when we were handing out the printouts."
"Since then, you've started to talk a little bit more, right?"
"I never thought I'd actually be able to rub your breasts."
"Nfufu. Will you touch them again?"
Yamamoto-san tugs at the chest of her T-shirt, the tip floating.
She hasn't worn a bra since taking a shower.
If I touch them, I can feel its rawness again.
"Is that alright?"
"It's fine."
Effortlessly, casually.
As if breathing into my ear, Yamamoto-san spoke words of acceptance.
I gulp and swallow.
It was more exciting than when I touched them with the vigour of the lewdness.
"Fuuh..."
I held my breath and grabbed Yamamoto-san's chest through her T-shirt.
It's really soft no matter how many times I touch it.
I wonder how Miyu and Yamamoto maintain their firmness despite their size.
"Can I put my hand inside?"
"Yeah...... uufufu. Yeah, it's fine."
Yamamoto suddenly bursts out laughing and hangs her hair on her ears while keeping the corner of her mouth up.
"What, did I say something weird?"
"It's not like that. I thought you'd touch me directly right away."
I see, that's how it is.
It's nice to touch them over a T-shirt as it gives them a different flavour.
However, after all, there is something magical about the feel of her skin that makes me want to touch it again and again.
"Sotomichi-kun, I thought about this when we were doing naughty things earlier."
While talking, Yamamoto-san pinches the hem of her T-shirt with both hands to open a gap.
It seemed like she wanted me to go first, so I didn't hesitate to put my hand in and fondle Yamamoto-san's breasts.
It's warm, I can feel the soothing sensation from my fingertips.
"Nn... Is it because of Miyu-chan that you always ask for permission every time you touch me?"
When it was pointed out, I stiffened unintentionally.
"Maybe so. Are you that worried?"
I had no idea how much I was allowed to touch Miyu, so I had gotten into the habit of asking for permission.
It seems that the repetition of 'That's a no' and 'That's fine' at unexpected timings had been accumulated in my memory.
"I mean. I've never seen someone ask for permission to touch my nipples even though I told them I could touch them."
Yamamoto-san laughs as she remembers it again.
"Ah... I see..."
Is that why Yamamoto-san was giggling when I touched her nipples?
Leaving aside licking, I don't think there's anyone who separates the acceptable range between breasts and nipples.
"I'm basically not allowed to touch Miyu. I don't even understand the criteria for her judgment."
"Not allowed to touch? Even her boobs?"
"It seems like her neck, thighs, and chest are absolutely inviolable areas."
"Heeh. Well, they're easy to get sensitive."
The three places where Miyu forbids contact are said to be so sensitive that even light stimulation can cause a moan to escape.
If Miyu, who has no experience with men, has been developed to that extent, she and Haruka must be doing amazing things.
I wonder if they're milking each other on their travel right now.
...Imagining that while massaging a girl's boobs is too vulgar.
As an older brother, I'm really the lowest level person.
When will I be able to reflect?
“Do you usually just have her do it by hand?”
"Well... yeah."
It was only recently that I started having her do it with her hands, and up until then I had only ejaculated into Miyu's mouth.
"Maybe it's better for me not to ask too much."
"I don't want to hide it either, but it affects Miyu's dignity, so it might be difficult to tell you everything."
I wonder how Yamamoto-san would react if she heard that Miyu was calmly, or rather, taking the initiative to drink the semen that was said to taste so bad.
That's what bothers me, too.
I don't believe Yamamoto-san will tell anyone else.
And ignoring the dignity of Miyu is another story.
"Roger that. Adding to what I said earlier, I think Sotomichi-kun is good in that way."
"You mean about asking for permission?"
"Yes, I'm glad I feel cherished."
Yamamoto-san holds my hand with both of her hands and starts massaging her boobs from above the palm of my hand.
"So you can touch my boobs anytime you're here, you know."
"Anytime... even after we're done doing lewd things or while we're chatting...?"
"Yeah. You can do whatever you want while I'm sleeping, taking a bath, cooking, or watching TV. If I'm wearing a bra, you can take it off."
"That much!? Well, if that's the case, I'll remember it."
"Other than my boobs, you can do whatever you like too, by the way."
Yamamoto-san takes my free hand and guides it to her thighs, near her groin.
When I'm at Yamamoto-san's house, I can do whatever I want to every corner of this body of hers.
I don't think Yamamoto-san would be really angry.
If Miyu was the other person, it would be unthinkable.
"Now that I think about it, there's also a TV and sofa."
"We do~. Shall we watch it together?"
Me and Yamamoto-san sat side by side on the sofa.
That said, it's not a grand one like the one we have at home, but a small sofa with legs that can be easily carried.
There are a lot of variety shows on at this time of the day, in the evening.
I'm all about games and anime, and I don't know the names of celebrities, so I'm worried about whether I can keep up with the topics.
"Does Yamamoto-san watch TV often?"
"Yeah. I often laze around watching TV during my free time."
Really?
I thought every day would be more of a daily grind for her.
After spending time together like this, Yamamoto-san might also prefer relaxing at home.
"Aren't you going on a trip?"
"I don't think I'll consider traveling. Maybe I'll just go to a festival with my friends? Also, I'll go fishing with the people I work with... Ah, I had plans to go camping."
That's quite a few.
However, this is also quite different from what I imagined.
To be honest, I thought she was gonna go overseas and take photos with a huge tower in the background.
"By Yamamoto-san's part-time job, do you mean, a model...?"
"Fufuu. What's that mean. It's an izakaya. They pay 820 yen an hour."
"An izakaya, huh."
It's a job that's perfect for Yamamoto-san's lively nature.
Despite the fact that there's are better jobs out there for her, like tutoring or helping at an inn.
Why is she doing such a normal part-time job?
However, this kind of preconception is not a good idea.
"Isn't earning 820 yen an hour a bit little?"
"Really? How much does Sotomichi's event staff job pay?"
"If it's working in the office, the hourly wage is 1,000 yen. For setup, it's 1,150 yen. It's calculated based on the amount of time you're on duty, so on long days you can get close to 10,000 yen per day."
"That's a lot, isn't it."
Yamamoto-san seemed uninterested, leaning against my arm and staring blankly at the TV.
There's enough space on the sofa for two people to sit comfortably, but is this what it's like when I'm with someone who likes physical contact?
"What's Sotomichi's part-time job schedule?"
"For now, tomorrow and four days from now."
"I see, I see. I'll be at noon tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, so maybe we can see each other the day after tomorrow?"
See her again, huh.
Yamamoto-san and I are just sex friends.
Is it okay for us to spend time together like we're lovers?
What's more, it comes with a service that allows me to touch any part of her body at any time I like while she's at home.
For example, even if I rubbed Yamamoto-san's thighs as she focused on the TV...
"O-oh..."
It's an unbearable sensation.
Although Miyu also retained the necessary fat, there is a devastating difference in physique and plumpness.
To put it very rudely, this is a body that was born for sex.
If it goes bad, I'll cum just by touching Yamamoto-san's body.
"Does it feel good?"
Yamamoto-san doesn't show any signs of dislike, and clings to my body closely.
Even though I was wearing athletic shorts, my crotch was starting to feel tight.
"Hey, Sotomichi-kun."
Yamamoto-san whispered to me as if she had come up with something.
"Wh-what...?"
"Nfufu."
Taking a quick glance, I see Yamamoto-san's mesmerising face.
This naughty face that comes out of Yamamoto-san's innocent image has a strong impact on my man's genitals.
"Can I hold your dick in my mouth...?"
It was an unexpected blowjob request from Yamamoto-san.
Yamamoto-san gathered his hair into one side and gazed at it with her eyes shining.
"A-ahh. Y-yeah."
Is this some sort of revenge?
Even after getting permission, Yamamoto-san just rubbed my knee awkwardly and didn't try to touch me directly.
"I-I hope you can lick this..."
I gingerly take off my underwear and pants, and spread my legs slightly so that Yamamoto-san can easily take me in her mouth.
"Wow..."
Yamamoto-san traces my cock with her fingers.
"Sotomichi-kun's naughty."
Yamamoto-san vomited a slightly unreasonable line, then pulled her hips up to the hand rest and started licking my cock.
Licking from the tip to the glans, squeezing it with her lips and tongue, she continues to lick only the tip without taking it in deeper.
"Aahhh... nnh... haah...!"
The wetness of her mouth, the viscosity of her saliva, and even the feel of her tongue are perfect.
I can say with certainty that there is no better blowjob in this world.
"Hammu... munyu... Sotomichi-kun... haah... this is the tenth time... guchyu... muchyu..."
"Gu-... nh, haah... aaahh... t-that's right, but..."
If I cum, it will already be my tenth ejaculation, including yesterday and today.
If it weren't for Miyu and Yamamoto-san, I probably wouldn't have had such a strong sexual desire.
A girl's power is tremendous.
"Puhaah.... Sotomichi-kun, you like being naughty too much."
"Eh, noo... I think it's normal for a man..."
"There's no way it's normal to cum 10 times, right?"
Yamamoto-san plays with my cock with her hands, enjoying the way it curves and tries to move back towards her stomach.
"Ah. Mariya is appearing in the music show."
"The person that people have been circulating videos about on social media lately?"
"Yeah yeah. Her music videos are interesting. It's my first time listening to a live song."
Yamamoto-san turns up the volume with the remote control of the TV.
Then she turned my stomach into a pillow and faced the TV while holding my dick in her mouth.
"Isn't it hard to see?"
"I want to hold it in my mouth."
"Is that so."
From Yamamoto-san's point of view, just holding it in her mouth for a few minutes is a long blowjob.
Girls can have sex to some extent even if they keep cumming, but for most guys that's the end of it once they ejaculate, and it's really inconvenient to have a constitution where your partner can cum just by touching you.
While giving me a blowjob, Yamamoto-san puts her hands on my spread legs and occasionally massages my testicles.
The pleasure made me stop breathing and pant.
If I raise my voice, Yamamoto-san won't be able to hear the song.
"Nfufu."
Yamamoto-san just grins and doesn't stop moving her hands.
She enjoys the fact that I'm keeping my voice down.
Yamamoto-san is a kind person, but it seems like she sometimes shows off her devilish side.
That Yamamoto-san who acts so charmingly at school is also part of her true nature.
"Hamuu... nguh, muchu... jubu... zujyuu... jububuu...!"
"...nfuuh... guh... nnh...!"
Yamamoto-san's blowjob is getting more and more intense.
It's obvious that she's not looking at the screen, but I wonder if she's listening to the song.
"Guchyu, muchyu... buhah. Ehehe."
"Haah, haah, really, Yamamoto-san's blowjob is amazing."
"Well, that's what I do."
Yamamoto-san has made many men cum in seconds.
First of all, how many people have even reached the point of her giving a blowjob?
Although Yamamoto-san did say that if he didn't feel like it, the act could go on for longer.
If I think about it, it's strange that a man that has a lot of experience can cum so easily.
"Sotomichi-kun's dick is delicious too. Chuu."
"Oh, ahh. T-that's a relief."
Yamamoto-san kissed my glans, sucking on it.
Even though I've never even kissed anyone before.
I can't believe my son got kissed first.
"Does the taste change from person to person?"
"Who knows. The last time I did this was in junior high school, so I don't remember."
"I see."
"Sotomichi-kun's semen tastes really bad though."
"That's already been said by everyone..."
I wonder why my semen tastes so bad.
I let out so much, so if it were delicious, it would have made them more happy.
Actually, it'll be scary to hear if my semen was delicious.
"Did Sotomichi-kun ever have a girlfriend?"
"Eh? Ahh..."
I accidentally blurted out 'everyone,' piquing Yamamoto-san's interest.
The only characters that Yamamoto-san recognises are Miyu and herself.
I don't use the expression 'everyone' unless there are more than three people.
"Just a little before summer. We broke up after a few weeks."
"Is it because of that usual sister depedency?"
"That’s exactly what it is."
Sachiko was also a very good girl.
She seemed to have been in agony for a long time because she couldn't forget the pleasure Miyu's fingers gave her here and there. Every single person around Miyu became too influenced by her.
Even if I'm that good-for-nothing...
"Does Miyu-chan also say it tastes bad?”
"Ahh-y-yeah... that's, about right. She said something about it being many times more vivid and sticky than squid sashimi."
"Wow... that's something."
I wonder why Yamamoto-san's face is so gloomy.
Then, she resumed the blowjob without any hesitation.
"If you're about to cum, you can let it out in my mouth."
"A-all right."
I'm sure Yamamoto-san wasn't very good with my semen either.
I guess she got used to it after drinking it.
Even Miyu is also drinking completely fine now.
Maybe it's the taste that gets addictive if you keep drinking it.
I took off my underwear, spread my legs, and plopped down on the sofa.
There, a girl covered me from the side and held my penis in her mouth.
I wonder if I could have imagined such a scene a few months ago.
"Hamuu... munyuu... this entertainer also put out a CD... jubu, nyubuu."
"I don't know... this person... nh..."
"Guchuu... muu, fuah. Well, Mon-chan is a highly educated girl with a high degree of education, a good singer, and is famous for her athleticism."
Yamamoto-san showed me a popular video of her on her smartphone.
It's a scene where she's performing a manzai act, but unfortunately I don't think it's funny at all.
"This person is popular."
"Although she was good at talking, she was always teased for being boring when it came to comedy, and she suddenly became a hot topic due to the double contrast between her original popularity and her singing talent. She was an intellectual, so she continued to appear on various programs for a long time."
"It's important to be smart, isn't it?"
Girls know this kind of thing.
I wonder if Miyu also keeps track of celebrities and such.
She's also a bit of a recluse, so it's not strange if she doesn't have the knowledge to keep up with people's topics.
"So, I guess it's time to turn off the TV."
Yamamoto-san turned off the TV, then took off her T-shirt and went into the same position again.
Naked in the lower body while Yamamoto-san is naked in her upper body, we overlap on the sofa.
"Ooh..."
The plump roundness increases its impact due to gravity.
No way, this is.
"What's wrong? You're staring at me like that."
Yamamoto-san sandwiched my cock between her boobs and began licking my cock, only the tip of which was exposed.
"Oh, oh, aaahh..."
However, she's only licking it.
Sometimes she uses her lips to give a light blowjob, but the important thing is that she doesn't move her boobs at all.
"Nh... aah... feels, goood..."
It feels good, but it's not enough.
Even though I could feel the softness of her boobs, I couldn't feel Yamamoto-san's body temperature because my cock was too hot.
The boobs there just serve as scenery.
This is life-killing.
"Muchyu... chuuu... chubu... nh..."
Yamamoto-san kisses my cock over and over again.
The tip of the glans was filled with Yamamoto-san's love many times.
I'm in agony because I can't enjoy Yamamoto-san's boobs.
Even though it was just us who were doing dirty things, I felt like I was being cuckolded by another man in front of me.
I'm jealous, her kissing it so lovingly.
I never thought the day would come when I would be jealous of my own cock.
I want to move my hips and enjoy the flesh and skin of her breasts.
However, if I move my hips, I will disturb Yamamoto-san, who is enjoying a French kiss with my cock.
"Nhah... uguh... aah..."
Feels good.
It feels good, but it's frustrating.
"Nfu. Sotomichi-kun, no matter how much I lick it, the juice just keeps coming out. My mouth is soggy."
Yamamoto-san drips saliva and accumulates plenty of viscosity in her cleavage.
This time, this time, she can give me a paizuri--.
Even though I thought so, Yamamoto-san just continued to give me a blowjob and teased me forever.
"Ah, aguh... uu... Ya-Yamamoto-san...!"
I can't take it anymore.
I can't bear to be locked up like this.
"I want you to sandwich me in your boobs..."
"Nn-? It's already sandwiched, right?"
Yamamoto-san grins and puts pressure on my cock with her boobs.
Still, she didn't move.
There's no doubt about it, she's deliberately making me impatient.
"No, I mean move it up and down... um... tit... job..."
"Heeh. So you want a titjob."
Yamamoto-san repeats the word 'titjob' with emphasis.
"Y-yeah! Titjob... please, give me a titjob!"
"You're so desperate. Well, Sotomichi-kun, you like boobs, don't you?"
"I like it! I really like boobs! Please, titjob...!"
"Come on. Titjob titjob that much. It's embarrassing to use vulgar words. Think about your position when you use the word boobs too. "
"Uguh... s-sorry..."
Certainly, a titjob is like masturbation and doesn't have any taste.
It's a more obscene word than blowjob or sex.
"Then... here. Use them as you like."
Yamamoto-san got off the sofa and sat between my legs, facing me with her bobs facing me.
"Whatever I want...?"
"Like I said, I told you that you can use these boobs and jerk off with them as much as you like."
Yamamto-san simply placed her boobs on both sides of my cock and stopped all service.
I'll just prepare the boobs, so you should handle them yourself.
"L-like... this..."
I lift Yamamoto-san's boobs and wrap them around my penis.
Then I moved it slowly up and down.
"Ohh... amazing..."
It's more entwined than I imagined.
The softness of this meat is an anomaly.
Shit, my hands won't stop.
"Haah, haah, haah, aahh... feels goodd... uu... haah..."
I'm giving myself a titjob with Yamamoto-san's boobs.
No, this might as well be masturbation.
Yamamoto-san looks at me with a dreamy face.
The feeling of being watched while doing things alone like this was like when I first did it with Miyu.
"Ah... aaahh... shit..."
I might cum.
Unlike before, a realistic feeling of ejaculation is pouring in.
This misery of having a girl in front of you and ultimately doing it yourself.
Why.
Time after time, I shouldn't be a masochist.
The look of those eyes staring at me so pitifully is irresistibly exciting.
"Uu... t-this... if I do it stronger... will it hurt...?"
"No. The ligaments won't be damaged by moving it up and down there. You can do it as hard as you want."
Yamamoto-san simply answered my question in a businesslike manner.
There's no mention of the fact that I'm arranging her boobs and doing whatever I want with them.
"Aaahhhh... ahh, haah... uguaaah... I can't... uu... it feels too good... uguh...!!"
Rubbing her boobs vigorously from my back muscles to the back of my glans, the depths of my bladder tingle with so much pleasure.
I want to ejaculate.
I want to stain Yamamoto-san's boobs with my semen.
If I remembered the dirty things I did with Miyu for just a moment, I could let it out.
Is it really fine?
She said it was okay to cum in her mouth.
I wonder if it would be acceptable to spray semen on Yamamoto-san's body without permission.
"Ahh, I already want to cum... Yamamoto-san... I want to cum...!"
"You wanna cum?"
"I want to cum! I want to ejaculate... let me ejaculate...!"
The act of squeezing the hardness of my cock with her breasts felt like I was rubbing against Yamamoto-san and marking her, and it was extremely obscene.
Every time I go up and down, the head of my cock comes out and hides, and every time my lewdness is exposed to Yamamoto-san's eyes, the excitement rises.
"Nfufufu. Sotomichi-kun, maybe. If I told you not to let it out, would you keep holding back like that?"
Yamamoto smiled mischievously and asked cheerfully.
"Aguh, ah... but... I-I want to let it out, however... Yamamoto-san's... beautiful body... hah... aah... spraying my semen... on that..."
I get excited because I think it's wrong.
I think it's wrong, so I can't spray semen on her without permission.
Such helpless self-restraint creates both sexual feelings and dilemmas.
"Sotomichi-kun is so cute in that way."
Yamamoto-san leaned over my crotch and hugged me with both hands.
"Fill it up, let it all out."
Hearing Yamamoto-san words, my sexual desire finally reached its limit. But this time her tenderness made her lose her Miyu-ness, causing me unable to ejaculate.
"Haah, nnh... uauuguh... nn... even though, haah, haah... it feels so good...!"
I want to ejaculate.
I want to shoot a lot of my seed into Yamamoto-san's boobs.
"It's okay. Just think of it as Miyu-chan's boobs. It'll be hard if the sperm doesn't come out. You're always doing naughty things with your little sister, you bad Onii-chan."
"Ah, ah, aaahh, uguh... aaahh!!"
My raw cock burst under the pressure of her soaking boobs.
Byuu, byuu, up until the second time, only the feeling of ejaculation was born in her boobs, and beyond the third the white liquid finally seeped out into the valley.
"That's huge amount. It's clearly more than the volume of this place. How are you letting it out?"
Yamamoto-san rubbed the shrunk ball bag and was surprised at the gap between its smallness and the amount of ejaculate.
"I-I don't know..."
This is my fourth ejaculation today.
If I count starting from three days ago, I have ejaculated 15 times.
It wouldn't be surprising if I was already cumming emptily, but there was still more than a tablespoon of semen coming out of my penis.
"It’s also wonderful to see Sotomichi-kun ejaculating so much semen."
Yamamoto-san opened and closed her boobs, enjoying the feeling of them getting muddy with my semen.
And my cock regains its sensuality once again, stimulated by Yamamoto-san's play.
"Oh, a-aah..."
It's Yamamoto-san's titjob.
What happened earlier was just masturbation using her boobs.
Yamamoto-san is stimulating my cock with her boobs.
"Sotomichi-kun, you could have used them more intensely."
"Eh. But if I do it too much, Yamamoto-san will probably get hurt too."
"I told you it's okay. Even when I sandwich you, like this..."
Yamamoto-san inserted my cock deep into the valley of her boobs, then hugged and squeezed her own boobs as hard as she could.
"Oh, uu, aah... shit, that's...!"
Yamamoto-san, who was naturally strong, was compressing her boobs with all her might.
She held them a vise-like grip, moving them up and down, the same amount of pressure was applied to my penis as if it were handled by a hand.
"Ah, ah...! I came just now...!!"
If I ejaculate any more, I might even pass out.
No matter how much I take breaks to eat and sleep, there's no way I'll be able to recover in just one day.
My heart can't stand ejaculation anymore.
"Sotomichi-kun, you had Miyu-chan make you cum seven times before arriving here, right?"
"Ah, aguh, that's right, but...!"
The last two times, right before I went to bed, I was forced to ejaculate until I couldn't get erect anymore.
That was hell.
When Miyu's the other person, unlike other people, she squeezes out my semen without any hesitation.
If my sister tells me to erect, it gets bigger, and if my sister orders me to cum, I ejaculate.
I was happiest when my helpless body was being violated.
"Sotomichi-kun, do you like being bullied for naughty things by Miyu-chan?"
"Eh, ah, ahh… no, that's not...!!"
Tapun, tapun, shaking her boobs and handling my cock.
The semen I had released earlier became a lotion, and it was making naughty noises.
"I-I can't anymore! I can't, like I said, I, can't, e-ejaculate...!"
No matter how much I say it, Yamamoto-san won't stop her titjob.
On the contrary, she grasps the pressure points of my cock during her titjobb, and gradually optimises the areas where she applies force.
"Aahh, gah, haah, haaauh... dying, dyingg...!"
Yamamoto-san's serious titjob feels so good I don't want it to stop.
The next time I ejaculate, I might die, but I didn't want to leave this pleasure anymore.
"Haaaauh... that will... ah, shit, this, gonna cum, gonna cum...!!"
When I ejaculated earlier, I couldn't ejaculate without using Miyu as fap material.
This second helping made me feel like I couldn't hold back my ejaculation.
"Look. You're twitching again. Do you want to let it out?"
"Auh, uu, aahhh... I want to cum... But I'm already, uu, ahh, at my limit, dyingg, ahh...!!"
This is no more.
I really can't stand it.
Ejaculating.
I'm not even thinking about Miyu.
Sperm comes out.
"Ahh, ahhhh...!!"
Byugu, byuu, dobyuu--.
Yamamoto-san's boobs, which became even more cloudy as I ejaculated, still didn't stop.
"Ahhhhh!! Ahh, guaahh! I'm gonna die I'm gonna die I'm gonna die!! I'm gonna dieaauuh, I can't ejaculate, I can't anymore...!"
"Nn? If you don't want to ejaculate, maybe you shouldn't think about Miyu-chan?"
"Haah, aguh, ah, I can't stand it, I can't take it, auuh!"
Dabun, dabun, her boobs slammed against my crotch, and each time the semen burst out, attacking my erogenous zones.
Gradually, my vision turned white, and Yamamoto-san's voice became distant little by little.
Why can't I stop ejaculating.
If I keep getting a titjob like this, not only my semen away, but my very life will be taken away from me.
"Aguh, ah, again... cumming... I'm, done... ah, ah, aaahh!!"
"Ara ara. I'm filled with semen. Even if you ejaculate on my boobs, I won't make babies, you know?"
As my legs trembled, I began to feel that my life was in danger.
I'm going to die today in Yamamoto-san's titjob.
"Do you feel you're about to die?"
"Afuh... u... I'm already... dead..."
Yamamoto-san gradually slowed down the speed of her titjob.
A huge amount of semen covers Yamamoto-san's body.
Yamamoto-san is covered in my male odour.
It's happiness.
It was the best way to die.
"Sotomichi-kun, you're also doing naughty things like this with Miyu-chan, right?"
Yamamoto-san stops the titjob and releases my cock.
My semen dripped onto the floor.
"You like it so much that your body remembers it."
"Eh... ahh..."
I see, it seems like being bullied by Miyu, squeezing me to my limits was the play itself.
Was I excited about that...
"As Yamamoto-san said, I've experienced this several times..."
Miyu and I's dangerous relationship has been exposed once again.
"Does it bother Yamamoto-san that we're doing this kind of lewdness?"
Even though she said she wouldn't delve into anything about Miyu, I wonder if there's any point in her going out of her way to confirm that fact.
"...Well, a little."
Yamamoto-san scooped up the semen from her body, making sure not to drip more semen than necessary, and walked to the bathroom.
"Sotomichi-kun, why don't you come wash it off?"
"Ah, I will."
There was semen on the sofa too.
It was as beautiful as new, so I hope it doesn't get stained.
"Then, let's get in together."
"O-okay."
Getting into the bathroom, we both undress and get naked.
It's not a normal situation for both of us to be naked for the first time after having doing lewd things, right?
"Thank you for your hard work. Was it a bit painful?"
Yamamoto-san drains the semen, washing my body using body soap to create foam with a sponge.
"Well, uh, I don't hate that kind of thing. I was just happy."
"Then that's nice."
Yamamoto-san washed my whole body with foam and massaged my hip joints and testicles with very light pressure.
"Ahh... it feels good..."
"Thank you for your hard work. It was fun."
After finishing the massage, Yamamoto-san let me out of the bathroom first and started washing her own body.
I went out first, washed myself, and after some hesitation got dressed.
In the end, we didn't even have sex.
I'm glad this happened.
We promised to meet again two nights later.
"Fuuh. I'm refreshed. Sotomichi-kun, are you alright?"
"My dick has been screaming for a while now, but I think I'll be able to get home somehow."
I have a part-time job tomorrow.
I'm not in the early morning group, but I'm worried about getting up.
"Don't I... have to clean?"
"I thought you would say that. It's fine. It's not even enough for two people to share."
Yamamoto-san said, 'Don't worry, don't worry,' and pushed me towards the entrance.
Then, while I was checking my bicycle keys, she brought me a glass of water.
"Um... I had a great time today."
Feeling Yamamoto-san's embarrassment in her comment, I accepted the cup.
The water flowing down my throat made me more alert.
"I had fun too."
When I return the glass, Yamamoto-san puts it in the sink and comes back.
"I'll see you again, won't I?"
Yamamoto-san stared at me.
"Two nights later, that's fine."
"That's right. I'll contact you as soon as I'm ready that evening, so please rest at home until then."
"Got it."
Starting tomorrow, it will finally be time to call it a rest day.
For Yamamoto-san's sake, let's accumulate semen properly this time.
No masturbation for two days.
I don't even feel like doing it anyways.
"Well, see you later."
"Ahh. See you later."
I left Yamamoto-san's room and headed to the bicycle parking lot.
The humid summer night air feels cold today.
I stepped on my bike and received a message from Yamamoto-san.
'Thank you for staying late tonight. The day after tomorrow, let's be naughty until the end.'
On the slightly heart-fluttering text, I pressed the reply button, and when I was wondering what kind of message to return, a message reception pop-up appeared again.
'I want to have sex with Sotomichi-kun.'
Hit hard by the follow-up, my heart started to pound.
With my train of thought breaking down, I threw my smartphone into the basket and pedalled my bike, watching the satellites move akin to shooting stars.
(T/N: Izakaya: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Izakaya)
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