Their kiss broke apart like a spell ending—lips separating with a glistening thread of saliva still connecting them, catching what little moonlight filtered through the clouds.
The girl knelt before Yūto Shō in the darkness, breathing hard through parted lips. Her eyes held that particular gleam of someone who'd just done something deliciously forbidden, and she watched him with an intensity that bordered on obsessive. The night air carried the smell of damp grass and distant cigarette smoke from the pavilion across the lake.
She leaned in close, her breath hot against his ear. "Are you going to fuck her tonight? You've already done it, haven't you."
Not a question. A statement.
So she figured it out from that night.
Yūto Shō didn't bother denying it. He nodded.
Kirei Ryu's gaze flickered, calculating. She glanced back toward the lake—the pavilion on the opposite shore had emptied, and this particular stretch of grass rarely saw visitors. The newly constructed park hadn't finished installing proper lighting in this section, and rumors of snakes kept most people away from the unmanicured areas.
Plus, it was night.
Her teeth caught her bottom lip. Then her tongue darted out, tracing the shell of his ear in a single wet stroke that made his skin prickle.
"When I helped you that time," she whispered, voice small with embarrassment, "did it feel good?"
"Yeah." Yūto Shō answered honestly, curious to see where she'd take this. Was she really planning to offer herself up just to keep him from sleeping with Sato Ruri tonight?
How deep does her hatred run? Women's jealousy is genuinely terrifying.
The sweetness that bloomed across her face at his answer was almost innocent. "Has she ever... done that for you?"
"Once."
He remembered it clearly—Ruri in that post-climax state, too weak to resist when he'd guided her head down. The experience itself had been clumsy; she'd had zero technique, all reluctant tongue and barely-there suction. But watching her do it while clearly not wanting to? That psychological edge had made up for the physical shortcomings.
"How was she?"
Kirei Ryu's question came sharp, almost eager.
"Decent."
The girl's eyes brightened like she'd just pulled a rare gacha. Was he saying what she thought he was saying? That she'd been better?
He's basically admitting I won, right? In that department at least?
The praise was humiliating to receive, but she found herself preening anyway. Her teeth worked her lip again as she gathered her courage.
"Correct answer," she breathed against his ear. "I guess you've earned a reward."
Her face flushed crimson as she lowered herself, head descending toward his lap. Slender fingers found his zipper.
She freed his cock—already rigid and straining—and wrapped her delicate hand around the shaft, stroking with inexperienced but enthusiastic movements. The cool night air hit his sensitive skin first, then the warmth of her palm.
Her lips brushed the swollen head in a gentle kiss. Then her tongue emerged, wet and pink, circling the slit with deliberate pressure.
She spiraled downward, licking along the underside vein until she reached his balls. Her mouth closed around one, sucking it past her lips with a soft pop.
"Nngh—"
Yūto Shō's body jerked. He reached down to stroke her hair, satisfaction spreading across his features.
This is perfect. I was wondering how to complete the system task with her, and here she is practically throwing herself at me.
He'd been prepared to manipulate, to scheme, to work some angle. Instead, Kirei Ryu was serving herself up on a platter. Considerate, eager, and shameless enough to do anything if it meant one-upping her rival.
Feeling his large hand pet her head approvingly, she worked him with renewed energy while asking in a muffled voice:
"Like... this?"
"Yeah."
"What about... deeper? Is deeper better?" She seemed uncertain, seeking guidance.
"Yes."
"I'm not worse than her, right?" Her words came out slurred around him. "Come find me more often. Stop going to her."
Yūto Shō almost laughed. The way she phrased it made him sound like he was visiting massage parlors.
But then her mouth did something that erased all coherent thought, and he hissed through his teeth. Kirei Ryu was fucking talented.
She bobbed enthusiastically for a while, then sealed her lips around the tip and sucked—hard—like she was trying to vacuum the cum straight from his balls.
"Mmph—"
The pressure was intense. Yūto Shō groaned despite himself.
Her soft lips wrapped around the thick head, and she swallowed him inch by inch. Wet heat engulfed his cock, her oral cavity clenching around him as she began to move.
Up. Down. The slick friction of tongue against shaft, the tight ring of her lips gliding, the obscene schlck-schlck-schlck sounds filling the quiet night.
Her dark hair whipped with each head movement, bobbing faster and faster as she worked his cock with single-minded determination. Saliva coated the shaft, making everything slippery, and what didn't fit in her mouth she pumped with both hands.
Yūto Shō tilted his head back, lost in sensation. A high-spec classmate deepthroating him in a public park—this was some doujin protagonist shit that he never imagined becoming his reality.
He fought the urge to cum, wanting to savor every second.
Kirei Ryu attacked like a woman possessed, head pistoning, cheeks hollowing with each upstroke. The continuous waves of pleasure made him grab her chest reflexively, fingers sinking deep into the springy flesh of her tits.
"Tch... tch... tch... tch..."
Wet, rhythmic sounds escaped her stuffed mouth. Her tongue swirled around his cockhead between strokes, clearly aiming to make him surrender.
But Yūto Shō held his prostate control firm. Not a twitch toward release.
Several intense minutes passed. Sweat glistened on Kirei-chan's neck and forehead, her ears burning red from exertion.
"Pwah... pwah..."
Drool escaped the corners of her mouth, lubricating everything as she took him deeper, deeper—approaching the root.
"Holy shit..." Yūto Shō breathed. "Bottomless pit much?"
I can't believe she can take this much.
Kirei Ryu's mind had gone fuzzy, overwhelmed by his taste, his scent—that primal musk mixing with clean sweat. Something molten coiled in her belly as her tongue found every sensitive ridge and vein, sweeping back to the slit and pressing in.
"Ghhk—"
The spike of pleasure made Yūto Shō buck upward involuntarily, driving himself deep into her throat.
Her eyes rolled back. She shot him a glare that could kill.
"S-Sorry—" He winced. "Got carried away. I'll pull out—"
He started to withdraw, but she clamped down, suction holding him in place.
The anger in her gaze melted into something softer. Shyer. A coquettish gleam surfaced as she blinked at him.
For revenge on Ruri... she'll go this far?
Yūto Shō read the permission loud and clear.
He began thrusting—slow at first, then faster—fucking her mouth like it was a pussy. Each stroke pushed against the back of her throat.
It hurts. Can barely breathe. But this feeling...
Kirei Ryu's discomfort blurred into something electric. The edge of suffocation amplified everything, made her whole body burn hotter.
Yūto Shō watched her furrowed brow, her devoted service, and increased his pace. "Tap out if it's too much."
Her hand patted his thigh gently. I'm fine.
His cock hammered into her mouth and throat, each impact sending dizzying waves through her. Her body ran hotter still.
"Mmph... mmph-mmph... ahh... khk... mmf... mmph..."
The sounds she made—somewhere between pain and pleading—only fueled him further. His hips pistoned forward relentlessly, treating her face like a fuck-sleeve.
She'd learned earlier that Ruri had gone to the restroom. Part of her mind tracked the time, glancing toward that direction even while servicing him.
Then she saw it—a silhouette that looked distinctly like Ruri, walking back this way.
Panic spiked through her chest. She tried to pull off, to end this before getting caught—
Yūto Shō's hand pressed down on her head, holding firm.
His task isn't complete yet.
"Mmmnnn—!"
She thrashed against him, palms slapping his thighs desperately. She couldn't speak with her mouth stuffed full.
I can't let Ruri see this!
But Yūto Shō had also spotted Ruri's return. The restroom was across the lake—she'd need to circle around, which meant at least a few more minutes.
Noting that Kirei-chan had lost all enthusiasm in her terror, he urged: "Hurry up. Finish and I'll let you go."
The struggling girl went still.
A pause.
Then she attacked with everything she had, throwing her whole body into it. Whether from fear or something else entirely, her slender frame trembled violently as she worked.
Finally.
Between her desperation and his own desire to complete the task, she broke through his defenses. The mental thrill of almost-discovery accelerated everything.
After a dozen more thrusts, Yūto Shō released his iron control. Electric tingles raced up his spine.
His whole body clenched, breath ragged. "Kirei-chan—I'm gonna—I'm cumming, ahh—"
She felt the cock throb against her tongue, the pulsing warning of imminent release. Instead of pulling back, her cherry lips pumped faster, suction intensifying, sealing tight.
Frantic bobbing. Sloppy wet sounds. Then Yūto Shō's hips jerked upward in rapid staccato bursts.
Final stretch!
Her mouth went into overdrive, lips dragging against shaft with a continuous squelch-squelch-squelch as Yūto Shō hit his limit.
His cock spasmed violently. A thick, scalding rope of cum erupted directly into her throat.
"Glk—glk—"
Kirei Ryu swallowed like she was drinking congee, throat working to take it all down.
But there was too much. Far too much. She had to release him with a wet pop.
"Pwah—pwah—"
His cock sprung free, still firing. White streaks splattered across her flushed, pretty face like bullet impacts.
No time to process. Ruri was thirty meters away and closing.
Kirei Ryu's eyes widened in alarm. She gulped down what remained in her mouth and bolted for the massive banyan tree nearby, hiding behind its trunk.
Yūto Shō lay there in post-orgasmic emptiness, brain too fogged to move. By the time awareness returned, Ruri was standing over him, staring with an expression of pure disbelief.
"What are you doing?"
During her walk back, she'd been so anxious about what Yūto Shō might do to her that she'd barely watched where she was going. Only now, returning to the lakeside, did she register the scene before her.
Yūto Shō: sprawled on the grass, pants undone, the evidence of Kirei-chan's visit still... visible.
To anyone else, he'd look like a complete pervert.
Fortunately, this section of the park stayed empty at night. Most visitors congregated at the plaza or the pavilion. The rumors of snakes in the unfinished grass areas kept people away—exactly why Yūto Shō had dared to act so boldly.
"Too hot," he said without missing a beat. "Needed to air things out."
Ruri looked at him like he'd grown a second head. "What if someone sees?! Everyone records everything on their phones now—do you want to trend tomorrow?!"
Her tone carried genuine exasperation, like a mother scolding a hopeless child. "Put it away! Now!"
When did she get brave enough to use that tone with me?
Yūto Shō frowned, but she had a point. Being too much of a degenerate wasn't wise.
He moved to fix himself, but then—
[CHOICE ONE: Confess what you were actually doing.]
[CHOICE TWO: Claim you're too numb to move and ask her to help.]
Oh for fuck's sake.
He glanced at Ruri. Looked like he had no choice but to be a pervert after all.
"My arm's asleep from lying on it." He sat up, clutching his limb with a pained grimace. "Can't move it. Help me out?"
Ruri's eyes narrowed suspiciously, but then movement in her peripheral vision made her jump—someone walking nearby. Without thinking, she crouched beside him to help close the disaster zone.
Behind the banyan tree, Kirei Ryu pressed her back against the rough bark, heart pounding like a war drum. Fear and arousal twisted together in her chest—because she'd succeeded. She'd stolen him right under Ruri's nose.
Her mouth still tasted like him. Her fingers too.
She brought those fingers to her lips, that seductive red mouth working in the darkness to destroy all evidence.
His evidence.
Mmmn. Mission accomplished.
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