"Mmmph~ Hmm~ Haah~ Haah~"
Rimono Momoki's breathing became ragged due to Alistair's actions. Her hot breath on Alistair's ear made him feel ticklish and unbearable. Taking advantage of a moment when Rimono Momoki was distracted, he moved his head away, freeing his ear from her control.
Alistair reached up and touched his ear, feeling a wet, slippery residue. Knowing what it was, he looked at Rimono Momoki, who was giggling foolishly, and could only roll his eyes to express his mood, though his slightly flushed face betrayed that he was anything but calm.
"Rimono, next, I'm going to teach you the real content—the main focus of your studies, okay?"
Alistair said this while rubbing his earlobe, which was slightly reddened from Rimono Momoki's licking and nibbling. Meanwhile, his other hand quietly moved down to the area of Rimono Momoki's Secret Peach Garden.
"Ooh~ Okay~ Hurry and teach me~ Alistair-senpai~~"
Whether intentionally or not, Rimono Momoki puffed out her snow-white twin peaks as she spoke. A faint, milky fragrance wafted into Alistair's nostrils, making him unconsciously inhale deeply, savoring the scent completely. The two little cherries crowned the snowy peaks, their pale pink color radiating allure. Even though Alistair had already tasted their sweetness, he couldn't help but want another sample.
However, since they were about to begin the official guidance, waiting a moment to taste the delicious milky cherry wasn't a problem. Besides, Alistair now had a "prop" that would stimulate Rimono Momoki even more. Why wouldn't he use it?
Alistair pulled Rimono Momoki up and positioned her to lean over the window. The rain had significantly subsided now, allowing a clearer view of Masaki sitting at the doorway. The phone call had accidentally disconnected during their earlier playing, but Masaki hadn't called back, so they had simply ignored it. Seeing Masaki sitting outside, looking slightly disheveled, only intensified the sense of fun for both of them.
"Masaki-kun..." Rimono Momoki muttered, gazing at Masaki's figure outside the window. Meanwhile, under Alistair's direction, she obediently arched her fair, round, and elastic buttocks, gently swaying, awaiting Alistair's "personal instruction."
Alistair naturally wouldn't let Rimono Momoki's kindness go to waste. He took off his last piece of covering, revealing his teaching tool: a cylindrical "rod," or "baton," over twenty centimeters long with a diameter of sixty-six millimeters. As the saying goes, "genius is born from the rod." With this super "baton" as a pointer, Rimono Momoki would surely fully grasp the meaning of true pleasure.
"Slap!"
Alistair slapped Rimono Momoki's snow-white, upturned bottom. The controlled force caused Rimono Momoki a slight sting but no excessive discomfort, instead giving her a strange, electric tingling sensation.
Rimono Momoki turned her head, looking at Alistair with a questioning gaze.
"From now on, you must look closely at your Masaki-kun, don't look anywhere else, alright? You must remember that you are receiving my guidance for his sake."
Alistair said with a smile. He thought this would be a lot of fun, and he wasn't worried about Rimono Momoki actually trying to return to Masaki. After all, several of Alistair's abilities had the effect of ensuring her loyalty to him, so Alistair had nothing to fear.
"Uh, mhm?" Rimono Momoki looked a little confused.
"Mhm what? Do you understand what I mean?" Alistair slapped Rimono Momoki's perky, round, beautiful bottom again, creating alluring ripples of white flesh on her elastic curve.
"Pah—!"
The crisp spanking sound echoed in the quiet, dim room. The full, smooth, and highly elastic sensation of Rimono Momoki's buttocks transmitted through Alistair's hand. The texture of Rimono Momoki's delicate skin was exquisite.
"Oh~!" Rimono Momoki let out a soft cry. The slightly burning sting, accompanied by a tingling, electric sensation, came from behind, making Rimono Momoki gasp. Charming ripples of desire spread through her moist eyes.
"I'll ask again, did you hear me?" Alistair didn't strike again. Instead, he placed his hand on her sweet buttocks and gently kneaded, savoring the excellent feel of her flesh.
"Mhm~ I heard you~" Rimono Momoki obediently replied, turning her head back toward Masaki's direction at the front door. She didn't just wait; she actively twisted her plump, round, fair buttocks, constantly engaging Alistair's nerves. The spanking hadn't made Rimono Momoki uncomfortable. In fact, it had given her a unique, albeit twisted, sense of exquisite pleasure. She loved Alistair's slightly rough but not overly aggressive attitude, which instantly increased the rate at which her Secret Peach Garden moistened.
Alistair's hands grabbed Rimono Momoki's buttock flesh, kneading it back and forth, occasionally spreading it apart slightly to reveal Rimono Momoki's slightly brownish asterisk. At this moment, Rimono Momoki's asterisk seemed to contract slightly, perhaps due to the sudden influx of cool air.
Just below that was Rimono Momoki's Secret Peach Garden. Her tender pink flesh "breathed," alternately tightening and loosening, while continuously "losing" moisture, which had quickly formed a thin stream flowing downward.
Alistair's "pointer" was now poised for action, like a ferocious beast raising its head, standing erect and radiating a terrifying heat.
Alistair freed one hand and grasped his "pointer," controlling the direction of the imminent "instruction." As an experienced teacher, Alistair naturally needed to engage in "deep and comprehensive communication" with Rimono Momoki, teaching her this "profound and extensive" knowledge, not just skimming the surface, which would not lead to proper learning.
However, Alistair wouldn't rush Rimono Momoki. He didn't "go straight to the point" immediately. Instead, he started by rubbing the surface of her tender flesh. He pressed Rimono Momoki's legs together, but not tightly, leaving a small gap, allowing the fleshy softness of Rimono Momoki's ample thighs to gently rub against Alistair's "pointer."
Rimono Momoki's thighs were soft and resilient. The delicate, silky smooth skin gave Alistair an extremely comfortable sensation, providing excellent service to his "pointer."
At the same time, Alistair wasn't the only one feeling comfortable. The tip of Alistair's "pointer" constantly rubbed against the little bean above the Peach Garden. Each friction transmitted the burning heat and the electric tingling sensation of Alistair's "pointer" into Rimono Momoki's mind, washing over her brain and causing her to practice her techniques of soft moaning again and again.
"Slap!"
Another striking sound echoed in the dim room, but this time it wasn't Alistair's hand; it was the sound of Alistair's lower abdomen colliding with Rimono Momoki's buttocks.
"Rimono, are you ready?"
Alistair's voice was slightly urgent. Clearly, after these few minutes of friction, it wasn't just Rimono Momoki who wanted to move to the next step of "instruction," but Alistair, the "instructor," as well.
"Mhm... mhm..."
Rimono Momoki's voice was laced with anticipation and excitement. She had been looking forward to this moment for a long time. Ever since Alistair gave her the continuous feeling of elevation and climax, she had been imagining it. If mere superficial "guidance" had brought her such immense pleasure, how much more intense pleasure would the deeper "communication" bring?
At this moment, Rimono Momoki no longer needed to wait, because Alistair's "pointer" had begun to "open up her channels."
"Ohhhhh~~~~"
Feeling Alistair's exceptionally large "pointer" gradually entering her Peach Garden Passage, Rimono Momoki couldn't help but let out a long, drawn-out moan.
Alistair's massive "pointer," with each subtle advance, gradually widened Rimono Momoki's passage, slowly expanding the originally narrow passage to become wider, better fitting Alistair's "pointer" for deeper instruction.
"Pfft! Splashhhhhhh—!"
Alistair's "pointer" hadn't even entered one-third of the way when a "fountain" erupted suddenly. The volume and force of the spray were greater than all three previous times combined, gushing out like a rushing waterfall and staining the sheets with patches of varying color depth.
Rimono Momoki's fair jade feet tensed slightly, her ten toes, like white beads, curling tightly, expressing the explosive increase in Rimono Momoki's pleasure.
Alistair freed his hands. The "pointer" had entered the "correct path" and no longer needed Alistair's guidance, so Alistair could afford to free up his hands. He stretched his hands forward, grabbed Rimono Momoki's proud twin peaks, and kneaded them. The soft, white flesh continuously spilled from between his tightly clasped fingers, filling his palms with the milky fragrance. The smooth, soft, yet slightly bouncy texture provided Alistair with a supreme sensation.
Alistair leaned his body slightly forward, allowing the "pointer" to continue its deep "instruction" while simultaneously making it easier for him to indulge in more wanton and unrestrained fondling of Rimono Momoki's soft, fragrant breasts.
Pop~
The sound was subtle, intended to allow Rimono Momoki to feel the pleasure Alistair brought more acutely and to minimize any associated pain.