Hatsume's fingers moved to the knot at her waist, pulling the coveralls loose in one quick yank.
The heavy fabric slid down her hips, pooling at her ankles before she stepped out of it, kicking it aside. Underneath she wore nothing but a pair of plain black panties, already dark and clinging at the crotch from how wet she'd gotten just from sucking him off.
She hooked her thumbs into the waistband and shoved them down next, slow enough to let Denki watch. The cotton peeled away from her swollen pussy lips with a soft, wet sound, strings of slick stretching and snapping.
A neat patch of dark pink hair sat above her clit—trimmed but natural, framing the glistening folds beneath. Her body was all soft curves: full breasts swaying free as she straightened, wide hips flaring out from a narrow waist, thick thighs that rubbed together when she moved, ass round and heavy enough to jiggle slightly with each step.
Denki's mouth went dry.He sat frozen on the stool, still half-dressed, cock hard and leaking against his stomach. His eyes roamed hungrily, taking in every inch.
The way her breasts hung heavy and full, pink nipples stiff and flushed darker from arousal. The gentle curve of her belly leading down to that soft patch of hair, slick shining on her inner thighs. The dimples at the small of her back, the way her ass flexed when she shifted her weight.
"Fuck… Mei," he breathed, voice rough. "You're gorgeous."
She grinned and walked toward him, hips swaying, breasts bouncing softly with each step. The air between them felt thick, charged, scented with solder and sex and the sharp musk of her arousal.
She straddled him without preamble—knees bracketing his thighs on the stool, pussy hovering just above his cock. Denki's hands went straight to her ass—palms filling with warm, plush flesh, fingers sinking deep into the soft curves as he squeezed. She was heavy in his grip—soft, yielding, perfect.
Hatsume reached down, wrapped her hand around his shaft, and lined him up. The head nudged her entrance then she sank down in one long, slow drop.
They both groaned.
She was scorching—tight, wet velvet gripping him inch by inch until her ass met his thighs. Her walls fluttered around him immediately, clenching like she was already close. The stretch made her gasp, head tipping back, pink hair spilling wild over her shoulders.
Then she started riding.
Hard. Fast.
Her hips rolled forward first, grinding her clit against his pelvis then lifted and slammed back down, taking him deep in wet, slapping thrusts. The stool creaked under them; tools rattled on the workbench nearby.
Each drop made her breasts bounce heavily—full, soft, nipples brushing his chest before he caught one in his mouth.
Denki sucked hard—lips sealing tight, tongue lashing the stiff peak in quick, relentless circles. He switched to the other nipple, teeth grazing just enough to make her cry out, then soothed it with broad, wet licks while his hands stayed glued to her ass—squeezing, spreading, guiding her rhythm.
Hatsume was lost.
"Fuck—yes—your cock—feels so good—deep—hitting everything—" Her voice cracked, high and wrecked.
She rode him like she was chasing something she'd never had before—hips snapping down hard, ass slapping against his thighs, pussy clenching and fluttering with every thrust. Slick coated his shaft, dripping down his balls, soaking the stool beneath them.
The wet squelch of her pussy swallowing him filled the room—loud, obscene, rhythmic.
Her hands braced on his shoulders, nails digging in as she bounced faster. Breasts bounced in his face—he sucked one nipple deep again, humming around it, the vibration making her whole body jolt.
Her moans turned into broken babble
"Denki—more—harder—suck them—squeeze my ass—fuck—I'm—cloud nine—never felt—!"
Her pace grew erratic; hips grinding down in desperate circles, clit dragging against him on every downstroke. Denki felt her walls start to flutter harder—tight, rhythmic pulses that milked his cock relentlessly.
She came with a shattered cry, her eyes rolling back completely, mouth open in a silent scream that turned into a long, trembling moan. Her pussy clamped down like a fist—spasming in hot, rolling waves—coating his cock in fresh gushes of slick that ran down his shaft and pooled on his thighs.
Denki let go of her breast with a wet pop, his hands squeezing her ass tight to hold her down as she rode out every tremor. She collapsed forward against him—panting, sweaty, trembling—forehead pressed to his shoulder, still clenching around him in soft aftershocks.
The workshop was thick with the scent of sex but they weren't done.
Not even close.
****
Hatsume slid off Denki's lap with shaky legs, her thighs slick and trembling from the aftershocks.
She steadied herself against the workbench for a second, then turned to him with that familiar manic gleam returning behind the goggles.
"Phase two," she announced, voice hoarse but excited. "We need positional variance data. Penetration depth, angle of stimulation, concurrent multi-zone activation… obviously."
She reached behind a stack of prototypes and pulled out the sleek black anal stimulator—curved, tapered, flared base, faint orange glow on the control panel.
"Self-lubricating, bio-responsive heat, variable vibes. Built it last month. Never quite got me there solo… but with your output?" Her grin turned feral. "Let's get numbers."
She climbed onto the nearest rolling chair—kneeling on the padded seat, ass high, knees spread wide for balance. The position arched her back perfectly: full breasts hanging heavy beneath her, pink nipples stiff and flushed, the soft patch of dark pink hair above her glistening pussy framed by thick thighs.
She reached back, spread one cheek slightly, and pressed the tapered end against her back entrance. A soft click, then a quiet whir. The toy warmed instantly, self-lubricating with a thin, slick sheen that dripped down her cleft.
She pushed it in slowly, inch by inch, breath hitching as the stretch gave way to fullness. When the flared base settled flush against her skin, she tapped the panel twice.
Low, pulsing vibrations started—deep, rhythmic, matching her heartbeat.Hatsume let out a long, shuddering moan.
"Oh… already better. Fuck me from behind, hard as you want. I need comparative metrics."
Denki stepped up behind her, hands finding her hips, then sliding up to cup her hanging breasts. He squeezed firmly, thumbs brushing the sensitive nipples while he lined himself up with her dripping pussy.
One slow push and he sank in to the hilt. The combination hit like lightning.
Her pussy was still hot and swollen from riding him earlier—walls fluttering wildly around his cock the second he filled her. But now, with the anal toy buzzing steadily inside her, every thrust created dual pressure: the thick drag of his shaft against her front wall, the deep, pulsing vibrations pressing back against him through the thin membrane separating them.
She gasped—sharp, almost surprised—then melted forward, forearms braced on the workbench, ass pushed high.
"Fuck—yes—both holes—full—so full—" Her voice cracked, higher than before. "Every thrust… the toy shifts… rubs right against your cock inside me… it's like you're fucking both at once…"
Denki groaned, hips snapping forward harder. The sensation was insane—her pussy gripping him like velvet, slick gushing around his shaft with every deep stroke, while the low buzz of the toy vibrated through her walls and straight into his cock.
Each thrust pushed the toy deeper, the vibrations intensifying against him in rhythmic waves. He fucked her steadily at first—long, grinding strokes that let her feel every inch, then faster and rougher.
The chair rolled slightly under her knees with each slam, tools rattling on the bench. Wet slaps filled the workshop—skin on skin, slick squelching, the faint mechanical hum of the toy underscoring it all.
Hatsume's moans turned dreamy—soft, almost reverent.
"It's… peaceful," she whispered between gasps. "Like… I'm floating. In a garden. Roses everywhere—soft petals brushing my skin, warm sunlight, the smell of earth and flowers… calm… so calm… and yet my body is on fire…"
What the fuck? Did my dick turn her to some kind of poet?
Her eyes fluttered half-shut, unfocused, lost in the sensation. The dual stimulation—his thick cock pounding deep, the toy pulsing steadily against her back wall pushed her higher.
Her pussy clenched harder with every thrust, fluttering in long, rolling waves. Slick dripped steadily down her thighs, coating his balls, pooling on the chair seat beneath her.
Denki gripped her hips tighter, fingers sinking into soft flesh—angling deeper, grinding against that spot inside her on every downstroke. One hand slid around to rub her clit while the other stayed on her breast, pinching and rolling the nipple in time with his thrusts.
Hatsume shattered.
Her orgasm rolled through her slow and deep—whole body trembling, pussy spasming in powerful, rhythmic contractions that milked his cock relentlessly. Her walls fluttered endlessly, clenching and releasing in long pulses that dragged him dangerously close.
She cried out as the pleasure washed over her like warm sunlight in that rose-filled garden: petals brushing her skin, sweet perfume filling every breath, endless calm blooming inside her while her body convulsed around him.
Denki couldn't hold back.
He slammed in deep one last time, grinding against her cervix and came hard. Thick ropes flooded her, pumping deep inside until it overflowed, leaking out around his cock in creamy trails that mixed with her slick and dripped down her thighs.
They stayed locked together panting, trembling, his hands still full of her ass, her body slumped forward over the workbench, the toy still buzzing softly inside her.
Then—
A sharp knock on the door.
Three quick raps.
Followed by a calm, melodic voice from the hallway.
"Hatsume-san? Are you inside? It's Ibara Shiozaki. I came to collect the vine-reinforcement gauntlets you promised for tomorrow's exam drills. May I enter?"
Denki's heart stopped dead.
Hatsume's eyes snapped wide—still glassy from orgasm, but awareness flooding back fast.
They were both still connected, naked, covered in sweat and cum, the workshop reeking of sex.
And the door wasn't even locked. Rookie Mistake.
Ibara's voice came again, polite, patient, but closer now.
"Hatsume-san? I can hear movement. Is everything alright?"
Denki's pulse roared in his ears.
Hatsume's pussy gave one last lazy flutter around him, almost like she was still riding the high and he felt the fresh wave of panic mix with the lingering arousal.
They were fucked.
Literally and figuratively.