Chu, chu, it was raining kisses.
In a dim room, Yamamoto-san licked my thighs as she held one of my legs lying on my back on the bed.
"Ah... haah...!"
The muscles in my inner thighs contracted with each lick.
Yamamoto-san squeezes my limbs between her voluptuousness and runs her thick tongue and lips over my skin.
"Nfuh."
Yamamoto-san looks up at me through my cock, which drips with pre-cum like saliva.
I was caressed all over my body like this for about an hour.
My private parts were not stimulated directly, and I was in a state of constant survival.
"Yamamoto-san... I... already...!"
I want to stimulate my penis.
The caress of my whole body, which started with my arms and holding these breasts between them, only increased my sexual sensations, and now I was moaning just by her touching me with the tip of her tongue.
“Are you ready to have sex again?”
Yamamoto-san toyed with my cock and checked its hardness.
After checking with her fingers, she squeezing it with her mouth, making me feel an erection in her entire mouth.
"Aaahh... guh... m-mouth... feels so good...!!"
The wetness of her mouth and the roughness of her tongue felt more real than usual.
I stared up at the ceiling in a daze for a while, it having so much texture that I got the illusion I was having sex with Yamamoto-san live.
"Fufufuu. Sotomichi-kun's whole body is sensitive, so it's fun to tease no matter where it is."
My body, which was originally sensitive, is further weakened by Yamamoto-san's caresses.
While holding my penis in her mouth, Yamamoto-san stroked sensitive areas such as my upper arms and inner thighs with her hands, enjoying the way I writhe in pleasure.
"Yamamoto-san... I want to... have sex already...!"
"Nn? You want to-? Even though I asked you to do it just now, you didn't do it."
Yamamoto smiled wickedly and pushed up my cheeks with her fingers.
The reason this happened was all because of my constitution.
After my first time with Yamamoto-san last night, I had already had sex with her four times until now, the next night.
In the meantime, we had several naps and meals in between, and Yamamoto-san bought additional condoms while I was sleeping.
Then, after finishing dinner an hour ago, it was time for another round, and my penis was limp and no longer erect.
Since then, in order to recover my energy, I have been receiving this teasing play from Yamamoto-san.
The problem here isn't that I can't do it multiple times a day--
"When you did naughty things with Miyu-chan, you came seven times in the night and morning alone, right? And after you had sex with me."
It was Yamamoto-san's mysterious sense of rivalry.
The reason I was able to maintain such resilience was because my body unconsciously heightened its reproductive instinct towards Miyu, producing semen and energy at a speed unimaginable under normal circumstances.
No matter how attractive Yamamoto-san's body, personality, and play are, nothing can be done about this fundamental constitution.
Yamamoto-san tries to make up for this difference with things like cooking and massages, but no matter what happens, it seems like this body is meant for its little sister.
"Here, it seems that if I lick the balls, the amount of semen will increase."
Yamamoto-san changed her position and turned so that my crotch was facing her head.
Instead, Yamamoto-san's butt is right in front of me, and I can't help but admire how obscene it is.
However, it was only for a short time that I was able to bulge my nostrils and get excited.
"Nh... Yamamoto-san... that's... aah...!"
Yamamoto-san stuck my cock between her boobs while running her tongue all over my ball sack.
My testicles, the weakest part of my male body, are licked, occasionally even warmed up by being held in her mouth, followed by a careful massage.
The softness of her boobs covered everything from the glans to the roots, and in line with the movement of her tongue rubbing my testicles, they handled my cock slowly and comfortably.
Both movements are slow, allowing my senses stay intact, which makes me feel the fine texture of Yamamoto-san's skin with my cock while she stimulates me with the massage.
"Uuuguh... that's really, bad... ahh, aaahh... feels good... haah... aaaaaahh......!!"
Even though it was such a slight movement, a stimulation greater than that when squeezed by the flesh of her vagina ran through my body.
As much as I could tell, I was overflowing with pre-emptive ejaculation, and it was like ejaculating repeatedly.
"Haah, haah... Yamamoto-san... I want to cum... aahhh... I want to cum...!"
"Itsh's fwine... muchu... nh. If you want to cum, you're free to use my body."
Yamamoto-san glances at the condom next to the pillow and resumes licking my balls.
Yamamoto-san has decided in advance that we can do whatever they want with each other's bodies.
In the end, Yamamoto-san likes to attack, so I tend to be the one on the receiving end.
"Uuu... if this happens... haah... Yamamoto-san...!"
I moved my hips and tore the condom wrapper while feeling the hardness of my cock between Yamamoto-san's boobs.
Then, I pull out of Yamamoto-san, who is crushing my lower body with her boobs, and grab her plump butt.
"Ahn... Sotomichi-kun... rough..."
Yamamoto-san stuck out her butt with a dreamy expression on her face.
It's my first time standing on top of a girl like this, so I'm confused.
The atmosphere of confusion was ruined.
I got on my knees, put on a condom, and immediately inserted my penis into Yamamoto-san's vagina.
"Nh... aahn... the hardness is... going in...!"
Penetration from behind was less stimulating than the cowgirl position, where penetration goes all the way into the body, all the way to the base.
But it's spectacular to see a naked girl from above.
Every time I move my hips back and forth, Yamamoto-san's boobs sway, and Yamamoto-san, on all fours, gasps from the stimulation of penetration, gradually losing the strength in her arms.
Seeing her submit like that was the best source of excitement for a male.
I felt pleasure in the very act of inserting my penis into Yamamoto-san's vagina.
In this position, her entrance is clearly visible, and when I pull out to my glans, the walls of Yamamoto's vagina are pulled, this lewd sight synergistically increasing my excitement.
As I thrust into her, I felt like I was violating a girl, and just by massaging the flesh of her butt, I felt a sense of omnipotence.
"Nhaah... Soto, michi, kun... ah-, aahn... my innermost part... it's hitting... ah... ahn... aaahh...!"
"Yamamoto-san... haah... you're really awesome... Yamamoto-san's body... feels good...!"
"Yeah, yeah... n-haah... aaah, nhah, use me more, more...!"
I kept moving my hips.
Violently, in any case violently, to show that I am the one currently having my way with Yamamoto-san.
I don't know if this kind of forceful sex really feels good for Yamamoto-san.
But when I saw that expression, it didn't seem like an act.
Rather, the more violent I was, the more Yamamoto-san's expression seemed to swell.
I put my hands around Yamamoto-san's boobs and got into a position like dogs mating.
As opposed to the elastic buttocks, I rubbed her soft boobs and raped Yamamoto-san from behind like a maniac.
"Aahh, aahhh, Yamamoto-san, Yamamoto-san...!"
"Nnh, hyaanh, aahh...! Ah, aaah... Hyoto, michi-kun... awazing... this... I love it...!"
Jupa, jupa, the sound of water plays, as we devour each other's lust.
It's more like fucking a meat hole than sex.
I am happy that Yamamoto-san is happy with my embarrassing dog-like appearance.
I continued to move my hips vigorously, until my physical strength was running out.
When I stopped moving, Yamamoto-san raised her body and attacked me.
"Don't stop, I don't like it."
Yamamoto-san said that cutely, then turned her body around and laid me face down on the bed, this time in cowgirl position.
Then Yamamoto-san put her hand around my waist and lifted it up to welcome my penis into her body.
"Nguh... nnh... aah... Sotomichi-kun...!"
"Ugahh... Yamamotos-an... aahh...!"
Yamamoto-san sucks my penis with her vaginal flesh, not allowing me to take a break.
Yamamoto-san is also in the same embarrassing position as when I turned into a dog earlier, but even that lewdness looks beautiful being in front of Yamamoto-san.
After devouring my dick for a while, Yamamoto-san got on top of me on the bed, shook her hips wildly, and made a series of vulgar pan-pan sounds.
Sucked up by Yamamoto-san's vaginal motions and stamped for many minutes, I couldn't bear the desire to ejaculate anymore.
I want to cum already.
Along with that, I want to make Yamamoto-san cum too.
Those thoughts made my body move, and our hips bucked together as the two of us worked together.
Our instincts clashed over and over again, and eventually our lust for each other exploded.
"Anh, nnguaah... ah, aah, Sotomichi, kun... cuammin... gg...!!"
"Yamamoto-san... Yamamoto-san... me too...!!"
The high excitement raised to the max was released by the two of us cumming at the same time.
Yamamoto-san sucks on my chest, while I release semen into Yamamoto-san's vagina.
"Haah... haah... Yamamoto-san... that was great..."
"Fuuh... ehehe... it still feels good."
We both lay on the bed, breathing heavily.
"Too violent?"
"No. I want you to use me more like that."
"Using you is like making you a tool though... is that okay? I get the impression that Yamamoto-san doesn't like being forced to do anything."
I'm worried that if I'm too forceful, I might dig up her trauma.
"It's okay. It's different from the people before."
"Different?"
"Yeah, it's completely different. There's a big difference between being able to use someone when they want you to use them and when they don't."
"Ahh, I see."
"So, please use me a lot..."
"Y-Yes."
Yamamoto-san was so erotic.
I'm thrilled.
When Yamamoto-san finishes her pillow talk, she pulls me into her arms and lulls me to sleep.
If it's time to take a bath, we take a bath, we eat when it's time to eat, rest then have sex the rest of the time.
That's how the days passed between me and Yamamoto-san.
On the day of my part-time job, I asked Yamamoto-san to prepare a suit, and I left home fully prepared.
Even when Yamamoto-san is at home, she seems to be taking care of her father and little brothers as a matter of course, and it seems that being asked not to do this or that is actually more stressful for her.
Since I've been sharing the housework with Miyu, I don't feel at ease if I'm left alone, but I've decided that this is for Yamamoto-san's sake.
After checking my part-time job's reminder email, I move on by train.
The day before my part-time job, I receive a detailed message from the company, which also served as a final confirmation.
Thanks to this email, I reminded to do some work, and it was very helpful.
My second part-time job during summer vacation was maintaining a ceremony hall for a brass band.
Unlike an arena, there's no standing seats, so no setup is required.
Unlike idol concerts, there are no long lines for merchandise.
It's a pretty easy job, but I've reached my limit.
When I'm repeatedly having sex with Yamamoto-san, it's good because Yamamoto-san is taking the initiative, letting I'm somehow replenishing my energy with meals and massages. But when I leave the house, exhaustion hits me hard due to the expended energy.
As usual, my job during the concert was to stand near the door and guide people to use the restrooms and smoking rooms.
Alone in an air-conditioned, spacious hallway.
I stood there with my hands behind my back, as if I had lost my soul.
As I was dazed, Yamamoto-san's smile and gentle voice came to mind.
No matter what I did, she complimented me and stroked my head.
That pampering is going to be addictive.
The ceremony hall is a city-run facility, but it stays open until late at night when the orchestra performs.
It wouldn't be until after nightfall that I finished my work.
Yamamoto-san also has a part-time job today, but she seems to have gone home before me, so she sent me a message asking me to come directly to her house.
After all the performances were over, I started collecting paperboards with arrow marks on them and signboards made with labelling machines, and just when I thought my part-time job was over.
As expected, I ran into Agata-san, who I thought would be at a different site this time.
"Sotocchi, so you're here. I didn't notice at all."
"Same goes for Agata-san."
The work assignments of these event staff are often decided on the spot, and in most cases, the same tasks are assigned to people who are close to each other.
Conversely, if you're not aware of each other's existence from the beginning, you may end up finishing the job without realising that you know each other.
"Keitaro-san isn't here, is he?"
"He's not here today. I mean, we're not always together."
Agata-san turned her head away, as if it was difficult to speak about.
Near her ear, a small piece of metal shimmered slightly.
It's hidden in her hair, but I'm sure of it.
She wears piercings.
"Agata-san, were you the type to wear piercings?"
Of course, accessories are not allowed on event staff's part-time jobs.
However, this rule is loosely enforced, and there are some part-time workers who casually wear accessories.
At the very least, Agata-san never brought earrings to her part-time job before.
"Uweh!? I-I was found out!? Ahaha."
Agata-san seemed happy for some reason, but she was also shy and covered her ears.
Why did Agata-san react this way?
I realised this on my way home from my part-time job.
"--Is this a gift from Keitaro-san?"
Simply put, Agata-san and Keitaro-san ended up dating.
The two of them had always been attracted to each other, and it seems that this was brought to the surface by the stimulation given to them by Yamamoto-san.
"Y-yeah. To commemorate our relationship. Well, it seems like I'm his first girlfriend too, right? I think he's excited."
If you ask me, she looked a little more mature.
And I can't believe that Agata-san, who used to be a relatively serious person, has even worn them to her part-time job which bans accessories.
Humans change in a small way.
Well, I don't find anything strange about the relationship between Agata-san and Keitaro-san.
I don't want to imply that they started dating after that drunken incident, but that's just the way it is.
"W-well, that kind of thing didn't really happen, you know!? But, after all, I had a healthy relationship with Keitaro, and it wasn't like we weren't interested in each other, and yesterday and today... Although the pace is fast..."
Agata-san shrewdly reveals the current situation while denying it.
If she's in university, she probably doesn't have anyone to talk to, and it's easier to talk about personal stories like this with someone like me who doesn't have many relationships.
I was invited to the izakaya again today, but I declined because I couldn't keep Yamamoto-san waiting.
Yamamoto-san's cooking is even more delicious than eating out.
In return, I decided to accompany her all the way home.
What came to mind was, after all, the issue of sexual troubles.
"Sotocchi, look, that... you have a lot of experience, right?"
When asked how much sexual experience I have, I can't say I have a lot in terms of time.
However, because Yamamoto-san openly revealed our sex friend relationship, Agata-san thinks that I'm that kind of person.
I never thought that that bombshell comment would spread to me in the form of a consultation about sex.
"I-I didn't mean to say something strange! However, as a girl, I want to do something that will be remembered... by boys, don't you think?"
I've never heard of anything like that.
"I don't think girls are that sexually aggressive in the first place."
"Eh, really!? Am I weird!?"
"No, it's not weird, and I think it's a great idea. I wonder what it means... to be memorable. You're not dating with the intention of breaking up, right?"
To be memorable to them is like scarring them.
Even if they don't think about that, if they get together for a long time and have a decent relationship, there's no way he won't remember it.
"That's true, but, I mean, look. Boys often do things by themselves, right...? I hear they do it even if they have a girlfriend. If I can step in during that time... right? Something like that!!"
Ahh, I see, that's what she meant.
When he masturbates, she wants it to be her, not another porn actress, so only being lewd with her remains in his memory.
That makes sense.
That said, it's personal preference, and it's difficult.
"For the time being, let me say as a man, it's probably impossible to keep fapping to the same thing."
The reason I added 'probably' is because I myself can only take pleasure in my little sister.
“On top of that, I think the best way to study is by watching porn.”
"I read on the internet that you shouldn't study with porn though?"
"Those are stories from men's sides, and in short, it's filled with ideals that men shouldn't use as reference for real-life sex, but it's a good resource for girls to learn about men's sexual desires."
"I see, I see. But I don't want to see that gross thing over and over again... uuu... but I have to try harder..."
Keitaro-san is happy to have such a brave girlfriend.
I'm sure Keitaro himself won't notice.
Whether this relationship will work out will depend on the extent to which Agata-san can allow Keitaro-san's freedom.
It seems like neither of them have much experience, so I feel like it would go better if the girl came up with a compromise plan.
So, I went home after giving Agata-san some advice, thinking about all the useless things I was thinking about, even though I had little experience in love.
"Welcome home, Sotomichi-kun."
I went home, but to Yamamoto-san's room.
Yamamoto-san greeted me with a sweet voice that seemed to have a heart symbol at the end of the sentence.
Still wearing an apron.
This married woman-like eroticism is a violation.
Even though my body was tired, my testicles were taking a break, so my crotch was getting more and more energetic.
“Sotomichi-kun, you like me too much in my apron.”
Yamamoto-san happily glanced down at my crotch and smiled.
"It might be a good idea for you to come and see me every day for your reactions."
I've never heard of a girl preparing dinner just to see a guy's erection.
But if it's Yamamoto-san, I think it's okay too.
I can't stand the healing power of Yamamoto-san.
The reason why my crotch bulges out like this is because of the relaxation that Yamamoto-san gives me.
Yamamoto-san takes the pouch and jacket from me and disappears into her room.
Yamamoto-san lent me a convenient pouch that even light climbers and riders use, thinking there would be no need to carry around a large leather bag in such hot weather.
In fact, most of the young people I work with come to work in backpacks or plastic bags, and if they carry a formal bag, they'll end up sticking out.
I take off my shoes and move to the dressing room.
Yamamoto-san comes to get the slacks, and I take a shower and go into the bathroom.
There is no doubt that this trend has become customary.
One thing I think about in the shower is whether I'll have clothes ready when I get out.
I'm sorry to say that I'm in a very good position, but Yamamoto-san always prepares a change of clothes for me when I take a shower.
There is an annotation that says 'if necessary,' which is Yamamoto-san's intention to just sleep naked if she doesn't have a change of clothes.
This allows me to gauge Yamamoto-san's readiness.
This time, Yamamoto-san had prepared clothes for me.
It seems like we should have dinner first.
When I left the changing room, Yamamoto-san was waiting for me with food lined up on the table.
I wonder if the person who marries Yamamoto-san will live like this every day.
If he doesn't have self-discipline, he'll probably become a useless man.
I eat rice with Yamamoto-san next to me.
Unlike when I was with Miyu, we didn't eat meals with good posture and good manners.
The two of us stood shoulder to shoulder, holding bowls and poking at the side dishes on the same plate.
Yamamoto-san rests her knees against the edge of the bed, and I sit cross-legged and eat in a friendly manner.
"Sotomichi-kun likes lightly flavoured foods, right? There's no particular food you don't like, but you don't like bitter foods."
Yamamoto-san summarises the preferences she has picked out from me at the dinner table so far.
"But semen is very bitter."
It is truly my apologies.
"Or rather, is saying that it's bitter the right word? I don't know how to describe it. When that lukewarm, sticky thing is put into my mouth, I reflexively retch. Sotomichi-kun's. I mean, it’s so sticky and raw that I can’t stand it.”
"Y-yeah... I've never drank semen before, so."
"Would you like to try it?"
"I will refrain from it sincerely."
It would be fine if it was just Yamamoto-san, but both Yuka and Sachiko said that it tasted really bad, and even Miyu said that the taste was terrible.
I don't have the courage to drink it myself.
"Well, you should try it at least once someday."
Yamamoto-san grinned and placed the finished dishes on the table.
I was told something similar by Miyu, but I don't know.
If I'm going to give it to a girl, I guess I should know how bad it tastes.
No, I feel like if I found out, I'd be even more hesitant than I already am and wouldn't be able to ask for it anymore.
"Is there any food you don't like, Yamamoto-san?"
"Maybe potato salad, coleslaw, or something with mayonnaise."
"The reason?"
"My little brothers are going to mess it up."
"That sounds like… reputational damage."
"Well, yeah. Fufuu."
We clean up the meal while talking about something trivial.
I just carry them over because Yamamoto-san is washing them.
Over the course of several round trips, I found an unfamiliar phone being charged.
It's a different type than what Yamamoto-san usually uses.
"Yamamoto-san, do you have two smartphones?"
When I asked, Yamamoto-san stopped the tap water and turned to face me while foaming the sponge.
"Ahh, about that. I wouldn't get much money even if I traded it in, so I kept my data. Apps, photos, etc. that I used before. I used to try carrying over the data, but it became a hassle."
Was it the one she was using before changing the model?
Although recently, data has been stored in the cloud, the migration process can be troublesome.
"Are you interested?"
Yamamoto-san finished washing the dishes and returned to her room.
She unplugs the smartphone and launch the Photos app.
"My father put all of his photos from when I was in elementary school on his computer, so he sent me quite a few."
"Eh, what's that. I want to see it."
Photos of Yamamoto-san when she was a child, huh.
I bet they're really cute.
I wonder what she looked like before she got these kind of proportions.
"This is me as an elementary school student."
"T-this is. How can I put it, mischievous, huh?"
"Right-?"
As an elementary school student, Yamamoto-san wore her hair in a flashy arrangement and looked a bit like a delinquent.
Her hair is tied up in a topknot with her bangs up, and sitting around her desk with cheerful classmates that I don't normally interact with.
I was shown several photos, but the outfits were polarised: some wearing simple sneakers and tracksuits, and some wearing a lot of makeup and wearing boots.
"Those were the days when I was most enthusiastic. I wasn't popular at all!"
"That's surprising."
No, but this Yamamoto-san seems pretty strong.
Talking about the sixth grade of elementary school, which is when most girls are bigger instead, if Yamamoto-san were to send me flying, I'd probably be too scared to move.
"There's a kid in the back waving his hands, right? This kid was tormenting almost all the guys. But he was a physical guy who was also the captain of the mini basketball team, so no one could oppose him."
The ones who become targets of bullying among children are usually those who stand out.
But somehow, I think the reason these friends weren't bullied was because of Yamamoto-san's influence.
"And from there, I switched to the neat type."
Then I saw Yamamoto-san, a junior high school sophomore.
From this point on, her black hair became straight, and she looked so clean that it was hard to believe that this was the same person squatting at the desk.
And she was quite the type.
She's so cute I could die.
"Sotomichi-kun, you seem to like the me from those days."
"That is spot on..."
"Is there some kind of Miyu-chan-like atmosphere?"
"They look quite similar."
Yes, she resembles Miyu.
Yamamoto-san, a junior high school sophomore, was still a little taller than Miyu.
I heard that girls tend to mature early, so their height is determined by a certain age, but it seems that Yamamoto-san still had a lot of room to grow even in her second year of junior high school.
The size of her chest is as big as the current Miyu.
That said, Miyu has the potential to become as glamorous as Yamamoto-san.
"You seemed to take a liking to it quite a bit."
After Yamamoto-san gave me a punch in the crotch, I finally realized that I had set up a tent.
I should have been enjoying old photos, but when it comes to Miyu's body, I really can't stand it.
"M-my apologies..."
"You're such a naughty Onii-chan, aren't you? I wonder if you would have the same reaction if you saw a photo of Miyu-chan herself."
"There's a great possibility... I guess..."
It's a sad characteristic.
Even I didn't want to waste such an exciting time.
"Well, don't be so depressed. Don't you know by now that Sotomichi-kun is a no-good Onii-chan who gets all excited when it comes to Miyu-chan?"
Yamamoto-san seems to be trying her best to cover for me, as she says this while patting my crotch.
That taunt felt so pleasant.
I was happy that Yamamoto-san gave me the reprimand I needed, not as a masochist.
Of course that's the case.
If I get depressed here, the atmosphere will get worse.
"If you want, you can look at that image folder however you like."
'There's nothing to worry about being seen,' Yamamoto-san continued, tugging at my pants.
Apparently she means to take it off.
I guess that means she's going to help me bust it out.
Moreover, wishing I could keep looking at this photo.
I was already used to exposing my secret parts to Yamamoto-san.
However, if you ask me if there is no shame in that, there is no such thing.
I'm always nervous about exposing my penis in front of girls.
I take off my pants while holding Yamamoto-san's smartphone.
My cock bulges upwards, and Yamamoto-san puts her mouth on it.
She sucks my glans with her lips, making it look delicious.
"Ah... mouth... warm... feels good...!"
Yamamoto-san's blowjob is always warm and moist.
I've heard that even when kissing, the other person feels uncomfortable if the inside of your mouth is cold, but I'm sure that wouldn't be the case with Yamamoto-san.
Yamamoto-san doesn't pretend to kiss me, and neither do I.
It would feel good if Yamamoto-san put her tongue inside me.
"Nmuh... muchuu... buchyuru... nkuh..."
“Aaahh… really… no matter when you do it… it’s so good…!”
While feeling pleasure in my crotch, I turned my gaze back to the photo.
Yamamoto-san's old face resembles Miyu.
This fap material might be dangerous.
It's going to come out pretty dense.
I've just been told that my semen tastes bad for Yamamoto-san, so I shouldn't let it out in her mouth.
However, I want to cum.
Recently, I've only been ejaculating on rubber, so time to time I want to ejaculate in her mouth.
"Yamamoto-san... aah... I'm gonna cum...!"
I have fap material in my hand.
Seeing that figure that looks exactly like Miyu, I can ejaculate of my own will.
"Nfuh. Mubuh... churu... nh. As I soon as I put it in my mouth, Sotomichi-kun wants to cum right away. Haamu... chubu..."
When Yamamoto-san pointed this out to me, I was a little surprised.
Certainly, I may have said that I wanted to ejaculate right away, like when she was giving a blowjob.
Since the lewd stuff with Miyu basically only involved ejaculation in her mouth, I can't help but get excited about this situation.
It may seem strange, but...
Just this time, I can't stand it.
"Nh... nnh... chupu..."
"Aaahh, aahh...! Yamamoto-san, sorry...! I'm cumming, cumming...!!"
"Nh!? Nh, nnh...!" Nhmu...!"
Byuru, dobyuu, byuruu--!
Inside Yamamoto-san's mouth, I vigorously ejaculated.
It felt like something thick was running through my urethra, like it was the first time in a long time that something quite thick had come out.
"Uuu... uguh...... uuu...!"
As expected, Yamamoto-san had tears in her eyes.
I knew it, but I can't help feeling guilty.
"S-sorry! Like I thought, even if you spit it out this time...!"
"Nh, uuu... nkuh...... haah. Uuu, I-I drank it... "
Yamamoto-san reported this with his nose twitching and tears gathering at the corners of her eyes.
I like it when I make someone drink semen because it arouses my desire for dominance as a male.
Even so, I wouldn't push myself that hard.
"T-thanks. But you don't have to force yourself, okay?"
"Hmm... I'm drinking because I'm wondering... if Sotomichi-kun would be happier... if I do. Maybe that's not actually the case?"
Yamamoto-san's expression repeatedly brightened and darkened.
"N-no, I'm really happy, you know!? I really like it when people drink from me. But it's a bit different to have them look at me in pain..."
"Uuuu, I'm sorry, I want to drink it more deliciously too."
The look on Yamamoto-san's face at that time seemed even more apologetic than her words.
There are many girls who can't drink semen in the first place, so there's nothing to feel bad about not being able to drink my semen, which already tastes bad.
"It seems that my semen is very bitter. It can't be helped."
"Yeah, yeah. So, I thought I'd at least try drinking it."
"...Eh?"
The moment I heard that, I was stunned.
In response, Yamamoto-san also rolled her eyes.
"Because, look. Miyu-chan won't drink it, right?"
"Ah... ahh...! That's, right."
I see, that's what she meant.
The reason why Yamamoto-san drank my semen even though she desperately tried to hold back the urge to vomit was because she thought that no one else would be able to drink it.
Just like I wanted to make Yamamoto-san feel good somehow, who can only have sex with me.
Yamamoto-san was also devoting herself to drinking the essence that no one would be able to do in the future due to its bad taste.
I don't know what to do.
I feel like crying.
"So... I tried. Sotomichi-kun...?"
"Yeah... u... um... Sorry!"
For Yamamoto-san and Miyu.
I apologised more than necessary and told Yamamoto-san the truth.
The history of my lewd interactions with Miyu so far, and of course, the fact that she drinks it.
"In other words, Miyu-chan is drinking this semen calmly. Rather, she is taking the initiative."
"Yes."
At first, she was just accepting it with her mouth.
Right before I came to Yamamoto-san's house, she squeezed it out with her own hands and drank it.
Even though people say it tastes so bad, I get the feeling that they actually like drinking it.
"In other words... Miyu-chan is drinking Sotomichi-kun's semen deliciously...!"
"Y-Yes, yes."
Yamamoto-san said so in a strong tone.
Then, she curled up into a small ball.
"That's why... I feel a terrible sense of defeat..."
"I-I think it's just a matter of your constitution, so I don't think you need to worry about it."
There's nothing special about being able to drink deliciously, and judging from Yuka and Sachiko's reactions, it's abnormal for Miyu to be able to drink like that.
"But, it's kind of frustrating."
Yamamoto-san puffed up and looked dissatisfied, befitting her age.
It's a rare expression that I don't often see.
"There are three days left, and I wanted to do at least one thing…"
After Yamamoto-san complained about such things, we--.
Anyways, it dragged on endlessly.
It's already run-down.
To be more precise, all we did was have sex, eat, and play games.
At first, I was just lazy and thought it was okay to have days like this once in a while.
"Sotomichi-kun, does that game have online battles?"
"Yeah. Sometimes I get matched with random people, and sometimes I go on quests with people from the guild."
"Are these the same people who will gather at the offline meeting?"
"Yeah yeah."
We lie down on the sofa and mess around, overlapping back and forth on the carpet and playing games while using her boobs as a pillow.
"Yes, this is a new flavour. Eat it, eat it."
"Nh, thanks."
Yamamoto-san was always by my side, and she gave me sweets and other snacks as needed.
"Aah, ah, Yamamoto-san...!"
"Nfufu-. Sotomichi-kun, you're in the middle of a quest, you know."
While I was using the app, Yamamoto-san would sometimes play with my cock.
After acting like lovebirds for a while, Yamamoto-san was able to sense my pent-up sexual desire, and while my friends were busy fighting, I continued playing, immersed in the pleasure of sex.
"You'll get tired if you play the game for a long time. I think it's time to go to sleep."
"Ahh..."
I fell asleep while enjoying Yamamoto-san's boobs.
Satisfied with appetite and libido, I lose worry about the action gauge in the app game.
Partly because I was tired from my part-time job, I fell into a deep sleep.
Then, when I woke up, I felt that my vision was somewhat blurred.
Still, Yamamoto-san is right next to me and sleeping with me.
"Nh-? Did you wake up?"
"Yeah, I woke up. Good morning."
"Yes, good morning. Let's take it easy today too."
Yamamoto-san patted me on the head, and while I was still regaining consciousness, Yamamoto-san went out into the hallway.
Then, she cooked for me, and along with it she brought me to a wash basin and a toothbrush.
"Shall we clean your mouth first?"
Yamamoto-san gave me a glass of water to rinse out my mouth and brushes my teeth.
With my mouth gently cleaned, that alone makes my sexual desire tingle.
After we finished eating, Yamamoto-san finished cleaning up the dishes and went back to bed.
"Are you feeling better already?"
Yamamoto-san stroked my cock as if it were a matter of course.
"Ah, aahh...!"
I stood face to face with Yamamoto-san, and while she rubbed my penis, I lifted up her shirt and sucked on her exposed boobs.
"Nh... nnh...!"
"Don't hold back. Just suck it up."
"Yeah... nmu..."
I let Yamamoto-san make my lower body feel comfortable.
Then, she stimulates my switch to ejaculation again, the semen comes out, and sleepiness comes again.
Embraced by Yamamoto-san's chest, I fell into a deep sleep again.
"--Sotomichi-kun, since you're able to play the game again. Shall we proceed with the quest?"
"Nh, ahh, yeah..."
I don't know how many hours I slept, but Yamamoto-san woke me up and I played the game for a while.
It feels like it was morning just now, but it's dark around me, and I feel like I've been lying like this for a few days, even though I probably haven't slept many times yet.
While I was having trouble organising my thoughts, Yamamoto-san made another meal, we ate it, we went to the bathroom, took a bath with a massage, and then went back to lay down in bed again.
I had no idea what time it was.
Even though the clock is displayed digitally on my smartphone, I can't tell what time it is even if I just stare at it blankly.
But I didn't care because I didn't think it was necessary.
The next time we lay down in bed, we were both naked.
When embracing with raw skin, my cock begins to harden again with sexual desire.
"Sotomichi-kun, it's time for exercise."
Yamamoto-san said so and put on a condom.
There were about eight used condoms lined up on the table next to me, and I had no idea how or when they had been used.
However, I knew that this act of sex felt good.
I also remembered that when we had sex, Yamamoto-san made me so happy.
Yamamoto-san lies on her back, I lie over her and insert the condom-covered penis into her vagina.
"Yamamoto-san... fumuu... nh... Yamamoto-san... ah, aahh...!"
"Aahn... fuah... Sotomichi... kun...!"
I sucked on Yamamoto-san's boobs, rubbed the plumpness with my free hand, and shook my hips hard.
I rubbed my penis on Yamamoto-san's vaginal flesh and immersed myself in the piston as long as my hips moved.
"Aah... Aaauaah...! Yamamoto-san... haah... aaaahh... Feels guud... Yamamoto-san... ahh... aauaaah!!"
Every time I had sex, Yamamoto-san's body began to feel better.
With just one thrust, a pleasure equivalent to ejaculation flows through my brain.
"Nfuh, aahn! Haah, fui, uuu.... good, good. It's about time."
Yamamoto-san turned me over onto my back and mounted me like I was a horse.
"Today I'm going to let it out without a switch."
Zubu, zubu, zubu, zubu--.
My cock is being inserted by Yamamoto-san.
"Fufuu."
Yamamoto-san smiled mysteriously.
It was a little different from the naughty expressions I had seen up until now.
"--ah... guaah... ah... aaahh...!!"
Yamamoto-san dropped her hips to the base of my penis, and my body jumped up.
"Ahh... aaaaahh...!!"
A sensation of pleasure incomparable to anything I've ever felt floods over me.
Each fold of Yamamoto's vagina felt like she was giving me a rich blowjob, and each time she squeezed it with each stroke, I let out a gasp that sounded like a scream.
Yamamoto-san looks on with amusement.
She deftly moved her hips and continued to give me such pleasure that I couldn't think of anything else other than how good it felt.
"Haah... good... Yamamoto-san... good... aaahh... ah... uguagaahh...!!"
"Anh, haah, nh... Fufuu. If it's that good, let it out as it is. "
Jubu, jubu, Yamamoto-san's love juice and lewd flesh melted together as my penis was sucked in and became one with her.
I wanted to stay as one forever, and that feeling dominated my heart.
"If you cum, I'll do something even better for you."
"Ah, ah, better, thing... haaaauuuh... aaaaaaahh...!!"
Biku, biku, my testicles twitch, and semen rises.
I want to let it out.
I want to ejaculate.
There was such a certainty somewhere that I could let it out now.
However, something is stuck in the depths of my heart, and that is all that is hindering me.
I can ejaculate.
If I ejaculate, I'll have a happier time with Yamamoto-san--.
Vuvuvu, it was at that moment that my smartphone vibrated.
Yamamoto-san picks up my smartphone that was placed at the head of the bed.
"Nfufuu. Ara Ara. What shall I do?"
Yamamoto-san looked at the display and relaxed her face.
Then, with a few taps on the screen, she placed it next to my head.
What does that mean?
I didn't have time to think about it until I heard that voice.
"--Onii-chan, where are you now?"
It's been a long time since I've heard that voice.
There was no mistaking it, it belonged to Miyu.
"ah... ahh... ah... uuu...!!"
Yamamoto-san strokes her hips relentlessly, inciting my sexuality.
The idea that I shouldn't make a sound became my only line of defense, but beyond that, I couldn't think.
Being at the mercy of Yamamoto-san's sex, I somehow suppress only my voice while my mind is about to go crazy.
But I couldn't keep quiet.
I need to respond.
Just be natural.
I strongly believed in my heart that I shouldn't let anyone find out that I was indulging in sex like this.
'Hello, helloo. It's Miyu, but can you hear me?'
Miyu is calling me.
But I can't answer that.
"Ah... Mi... nnnh...!"
But such patience meant nothing.
If I think about it, she'll know it right away.
"Ufufu. Good luck, Sotomichi-kun."
Pang, pang, Yamamoto-san hits her waist, and with her voice, she made a sound in the room that reached Miyu who was obviously listening on the other side of the smartphone.
"Nh, ah... hello, Miyu-chan? Sotomichi-kun, I'm borrowing it."
'Ah, Kanade-san. Good evening. Were you busy with something?'
"No. It's fine, it's fine. So, you have something urgent to do with Sotomichi-kun, right?"
"That's right... Onii-chan. Can you hear me?"
Yamamoto-san and Miyu had a normal conversation with my smartphone on speaker mode, and handed the story over to me.
I wonder what kind of nerves these two have in this situation.
"Haaah, ah, Mi-Miyu... uuu... sorry... not now...!"
'Yeah. "Yeah. It doesn't have to be right away, though. Can you message me back tonight? I'd like to ask you about your part-time job tomorrow.'
The call from Miyu was an unexpected one asking about the schedule for my part-time job.
That's all she's calling for.
With the way she spoke, it seems like I was ignoring Miyu's message without me knowing, but what does it mean when she calls me at a time like this?
"I-I understand, haah, uu, I understand, so…!"
Since I don't know what day it is, I don't know what my plans are for tomorrow.
If it was my last day, the next day would be my part-time job, but it doesn't feel like that much time has passed. Since Miyu is calling me though, it might have been that long already.
'I'll leave it to you, Onii-chan.'
Then, just as the conversation with Miyu was about to end, Yamamoto-san came closer to me.
"Nfufu. Hey, Sotomichi-kun."
Yamamoto-san's voice has a hint of meaning.
Perhaps sensing this, Miyu also doesn't hang up.
"Which feels better, doing naughty things with Miyu or with me?"
That was an outrageous question.
There's no way I can answer which eroticism feels better in front of the person listening.
"That's... aahh...!"
Yamamoto-san's pleasure torture continues, and unexpected words come flying from the smartphone placed right next to my face.
"--Which one feels better? Onii-chan."
It came out of Miyu's mouth like a simple question.
The insistence on Yamamoto-san's absurd question.
It is no longer possible to pretend otherwise.
The answer is simple.
The answer itself was not difficult.
I mean, yeah.
Until today, Yamamoto-san has done a lot for me, we've had a lot of sex, she's praised me, and she's made me feel good.
Even today, Yamamoto-san did everything for me, including eating, bathing, and brushing my teeth.
And this sex is so intense that it makes the sound of water burst with love juice.
Something that would never happen with Miyu as the other person.
I can suck her boobs whenever I want, I can ask her for a blowjob whenever I feel like it, and she'll stroke my head even after all that.
"Hey, Sotomichi-kun."
Yamamoto-san's vaginal flesh tightens up my penis.
The look on Yamamoto-san's face as she smiles happily is fascinating and beautiful.
"Who feels better doing lewd things with, me or Miyu-chan?"
Pang, pang, pang, she moved my hips up and down in a steady rhythm, and all of my nerves were taken over by Yamamoto-san's vaginal flesh, which was wrapped around me like a tentacle.
"Ah... aaahh... aaahh...!"
Considering her dedication so far.
If I look back on those memories, there's no need to think about it.
Who I like to do lewd things with more than anyone else is,
"Aahh, haah, Miyu, Miyu...! It feels better to do it with Miyu...!"
"Nhah, fweh!? That's... nh...!"
Yamamoto-san has been making her hip movements even more intense.
But even more than that, the fact that I could hear Miyu's voice was starting to take over the pleasure substances in my brain.
"Uuu... even though I'm the one doing it... I feel like I've been cuckolded right in front of my eyes..."
'Well, Onii-chan's is a bad siscon, so there's no helping it.'
The voice of Miyu from the speaker.
After all, Miyu listened to the end, huh.
'So, Onii-chan, it looks like you're having a hard time. After making Kanade-san cum, I guess Onii-chan just cums as you please.'
"Ah, haah... ahh, Miyu... aah......!"
With that one word from Miyu, my erection swelled to more than the maximum.
The blood pooled in my cock, which was already hardened like iron, beyond its limits.
With that cock, I thrust into Yamamoto-san's vagina as if stirring it up.
I inserted my swollen erection into her, marking the entire vaginal wall with my penis.
"Nh, hyona, ah, aaaanh, anh, ah, awazing, aaah! Hyotomihi, kun's awazing thing, hitting... aaahnn... deiangarous... stawp...!!"
Yamamoto-san's reaction changed dramatically, and her whole body began to convulse.
I make Yamamoto-san cum.
I make Yamamoto-san cum with this penis of mine.
"Yamamoto-san... aaahh... Yamamoto-san...!!"
"Hafuh, funyu, uuuaaah, ah, anh, stawp, hah... Soto, mihi, kun... ah c, cummuaing... nnhh...!"
Even though Yamamoto-san came, I continued to shake my hips.
Over and over again, I thrust into Yamamoto-san with all my strength until Yamamoto-san's voice was hoarse.
As Yamamoto-san's consciousness slipped away, I also increased the speed of the piston to the maximum. Deep in her vagina, I pushed my penis with such force that it pierced her uterus, where she continued to orgasm for more than 10 seconds.
"Aguh... ah... aah..."
Eventually, both of us run out of strength and fall to the side.
There was so much semen that it seemed like the rubber would come off while still inside Yamamoto-san's vagina.
"Uuu... I was completely defeated..."
Yamamoto-san let out a sigh.
But there was not as much frustration as words.
"Well... my bad."
"Ehehe. It's okay, it's okay. I knew from the beginning that I couldn't compete with Miyu-chan."
Her face is back to its usual brightness.
The Yamamoto-san I knew was there.
"And finally, I'm sorry for making it so intense."
"That's okay too. I was raped so well that I don't think there will be any more to look forward to."
While thrilled by Yamamoto-san's dangerous word choice, I closed the distance with her as if to answer her continued request for a hug.
After removing the rubber and wiping the semen with a tissue, we tightly hugged each other.
“It was a fun week.”
"Ah, it's been a week already."
"That's right. You probably didn't notice because I turned Sotomichi-kun into a useless man."
"Why did you do that..."
No, but living a life filled with laziness like that was bliss.
Miyu is going to be harsh with me when I get home.
Even though it's not over yet, I miss Yamamoto-san's pampering already.
"Well, it was fun just eating and playing games with Sotomichi-kun."
For me, the last three days have gone by so quickly.
Somehow, thinking about how we were together almost every second makes me both happy and sad.
I want the rest of the time to be at least a little more memorable with Yamamoto-san.
Although I thought so, my consciousness began to be invited into the depths of sleep in Yamamoto-san's chest.
The irresistible sleepiness and the desire to stay awake were two conflicting thoughts, and I was barely able to maintain consciousness.
A few minutes passed, in that little sleep.
Yamamoto-san whispered the words in a very small voice.
I heard that voice, but...
I couldn't even twitch my fingers or react.
Gently, with those words in my heart, I fell into a deep sleep.
"In reality, I was a little frustrated, wasn't I?"
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