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After exiting the building's elevator, Fuutarou finally arrived at his destination, room 555 on the 41st floor. Sliding his keycard through the electronic lock, the door unlocked with a beep.
"Why do rich people have locks like bank vaults?" he muttered to himself as he entered to leave his shoes in the hallway, noticing that the apartment was worthy only of a rising actress rolling in money. And speaking of the king of Rome...
"Fuutarou-kun..." a voice called from the master bedroom. There he was greeted by the sight of the eldest of the Nakano quintuplets, sitting in a small armchair in the corner, legs spread wide as she looked at him with an expression you would only find on a schoolgirl protagonist in a JAV. "Don't hold back... I'm all yours, so do whatever you want with my body~."
"At least buy me a coffee first, okay?" Fuutarou grumbled, taking off the cap and jacket that Ichika had told him to wear to come here before leaving them on a nearby piece of furniture next to his backpack.
"Agh! Cut! What the hell was that!?" She complained, signaling for a timeout with her hands. "Your line is supposed to be 'Shut up and strip for me!' At least improvise or something. How unprofessional of you."
"Yeah... no thanks." For the sake of his mental health, Fuutarou decided to ignore her antics and instead focused on scanning the room with his eyes. "Hey, can you remind me how old you are?"
"Uh? 19, why?" Ichika raised an eyebrow at the unusual question.
"Okay... and how long ago did you graduate from high school?"
"About a year ago. You were there with us, remember?"
"Then how come you already have your own house at such a young age!?" Fuutarou burst into comical rage, wanting to tear his scalp off in anger. "This capitalist world isn't fair! Who cares about studying at the prestigious University of Tokyo to become a stupid doctor? I should have become an actor!"
"C-Calm down, Fuutarou-kun. It's not that big of a deal. I've been saving up for a while and I thought it was a smart investment for the future." Ichika sweated, raising her hands to calm him down from his outburst. "Besides, now I'm officially completely independent from Dad. As the eldest, it's my duty to set an example for the others to see that it is possible."
"Haaa...well...yes, that's true. In the end, this was the result of your efforts." Fuutarou said with a heavy sigh, looking at the expansive view of the city through the window behind her. "Although, knowing you, I'm surprised this place hasn't turned into a gremlin's cave by now."
"Hey! I'm an adult now, what do you take me for? I pay Yotsuba handsomely to come and do her wonderful monthly cleaning job." Ichika grumbled with a pout before approaching Fuutarou. "Besides, it's your effort too. I could never have made it this far without my sensei supporting me." She winked at him before picking up the keycard Fuutarou had left on the nightstand to return it to him. "My home is your home, Fuutarou-kun. If you ever get tired of that disgusting apartment you rent in Tokyo or just want to hang out, you're welcome to come over... just don't come between 2 and 4 in the afternoon, because that's when I'm showering... of course, I wouldn't mind if you wanted to join me~."
"I know what time not to come then," said the boy, accepting the card with a sincere nod, ignoring her teasing smile and looking at her seriously. "That aside... is it true what you told me in your message? That you're meeting with the CEO of a major production company next month?"
At the mention of the elephant in the room and the reason they were here in the first place, Ichika nodded confidently. "Yep, and I'm warning you that I've already made that decision, so I'll do it even if you tell me not to, you hear me?" Ichika replied firmly, taking off her own jacket and throwing it carelessly somewhere on the floor, walking to the dresser to pour herself a glass of the wine she had had delivered.
"You know I would never say something like that to you. Acting has been your dream since we were kids. But honestly, I don't see the point. You're someone who has managed to get ahead without needing to depend on anyone."
"What about Oda-san? I definitely need him. If he hadn't given me the opportunity and without his contacts, I'd probably still be stuck as an extra in low-budget movies. In fact, he was the one who got me the appointment, you know?" She said, leaning her hip on the furniture to take a sip from her glass after swirling it elegantly to aerate it.
"You know what I mean, and I'll say it again, I don't see the point. You're a very strong and talented woman, Ichika. I don't think you need to get involved with those kinds of people to fulfill your dream. You said you needed a practice partner or whatever, but I just came to bring you back down to earth. If you don't need anything else, I'm leaving. I still have homework to do."
Fuutarou's sudden statement left Ichika speechless. Despite the multiple paths she had imagined this conversation would take, he still managed to completely dismantle her. It probably shouldn't even surprise her at this point; he had always been like this. The Nakano and Fuutarou had been best friends since elementary school. The two families had met by accident on a trip to Kyoto seven years ago when Yotsuba got lost and Fuutarou took care of her all day until she was reunited with the rest of the group.
At the time, everyone thought that would be the end of it, but what a surprise they got when the Nakano family, due to a change in their mother's job, ended up moving right next door to the bakery that served as the Uesugi family's home. They were neighbors before the Nakano family moved again after the death of Rena, when Dr. Marou adopted them. They didn't see each other again until five years later, as tutor and students.
"But are you sure you want to leave so soon? This is a great opportunity to strengthen our friendship and get very lovey-dovey! Don't worry, I'll make sure to tell Yotsuba that everything is strictly professional," she said with a flirtatious wink.
And of course, love couldn't help but blossom in the hearts of the quintuplets. It was the fourth sister, Yotsuba, who ended up winning the love of her tutor, choosing her on that last bittersweet night of the school festival.
It hurt a little to be rejected, but there wasn't much she could do. Even though her heart beat only for one, the rest swore they would remain her best friends no matter what, so she could only sigh and look ahead. Although a joke or two from time to time was no sin.
"Stop saying weird things."
"But seriously... You have no idea how rotten this industry is, Fuutarou-kun. It's a world where dogs eat each other." Ichika said in a serious tone without ever losing her smile. "It's just a harmless dinner with some important producers, but deep down, everyone knows that this is actually an opportunity for those men to take a look at the catalog and choose fresh meat."
Fuutarou frowned in disgust at that explanation, feeling quite uncomfortable as he understood the implications.
"If I don't handle the situation well, I'll be on their blacklist. My career won't even have a chance to sink, because it won't even start in the first place." She looked at her hand before clenching it into a determined fist. "Although I appreciate your concern, this could be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and I can't afford to miss it."
Without giving him a chance to respond, she began to walk slowly toward Fuutarou, timidly placing a hand on his chest.
"But...if that's going to happen...I want to be the one to choose my first partner...I want my first time to be with the boy I love...s-sorry...with...my best friend." She sweated, biting her lip at her slip.
"W-Wait, what are you saying?" Fuutarou spat out, backing away with a blush on his face. "That's what you meant by practice partner!? I thought you wanted someone to practice icebreaker jokes with..."
"Of course, silly, but could it be that Fuutarou-kun doesn't like the idea?" Ichika asked with an innocent look.
Fuutarou didn't answer, trying to find a solution to the current situation, but in the midst of his musings, he didn't notice that at some point, Ichika had slipped over to snoop through his backpack.
"Oh my! What's this?" Ichika exclaimed in disbelief after opening it, catching the young man's attention. When he looked in her direction, Fuutarou's soul almost left his body and flew off to an isekai realm when he saw what she was holding in her hands.
An erotic lingerie magazine... with Ichika herself on the cover.
"H-H-Hey!" Seeing Fuutarou approaching her in a panic, Ichika quickly moved away from him, but not before reaching inside to take out everything she could to analyze it.
"Why do you have this, Fuutarou-kun?" Ichika asked, gracefully and elegantly dodging the young man across the room every time he tried to catch her. Living in a home with four girls who acted suspiciously more often than she would like to admit, the older sister had developed the agility of a cat, which made her incredibly good at detecting and stealing secrets, such as men's fashion magazines in Nino's case, samurai doujins in Miku's case, Itsuki's body mass index results, or a sexy nurse uniform that Yotsuba accidentally ordered thinking it was a normal one.
In comparison, this material was absurdly easy to find.
"Give it to me now, you idiot!" Fuutarou shouted in panic.
"Romance Guide for Teens? Dating for Dummies? Ah! The Kama Sutra!? Pfff! Hahahaha!" Ichika read the titles aloud, bursting into laughter, sinking her friend deeper and deeper into misery. "What a pervert! Why the hell do you have this, huh?"
"It's not what you probably think. It's just that a few days ago I had a date with Yotsuba, the first since we started college, and I was a little unsure, so I just wanted to be prepared for anything..."
"That doesn't explain my Playboy magazine~," Ichika said, flipping through the magazine, whistling at the photographer's incredible work. "Well, Fuutarou-kun is a guy after all."
"I saw it by chance and was curious about your work, so I bought it," said Fuutarou, covering his face with a bowl-shaped strand of hair as he looked away.
"By chance? But it was only sold at that department store across town." Ichika mentioned as she flipped through the pages. "Hehe, Oda-san told me that they only printed about 1000 copies of this edition worldwide, so take good care of it. Hmm, I wonder if it would be worth more if it were signed... ugh, gross, why is this page sticky?"
"I-It's not what you think!"
"Ah! So you masturbate thinking about me?" Ichika said, putting her hand to her mouth in mischievous surprise, showing that the page she was talking about was intact.
"What? No! Are you crazy? Agh, just stop talking, will you?" Fuutarou exclaimed in exasperation, moving away from her to sit on the edge of the bed, followed by Ichika who sat down next to him.
"So? Do you like Onee-san's curvy body? Be honest, it would be a compliment if you said yes~."
"Seriously, how can you live here? I feel like a bank robber. I can't relax at all. It's too luxurious," Fuutarou said, fanning himself with his shirt collar.
"Are you ignoring me!?"
"I'm just saying we should relax a little so we can think of a solution to your problem."
Without realizing it, the two had gotten so close that by the time they noticed, they remained silent, immersed in that intimate atmosphere, each listening to the sound of saliva passing with difficulty through the other's throat. Despite the heavy and frantic beating of Ichika's heart, she felt light and at peace being with her Sensei, because when she was with him, the actress, accustomed to taking on all kinds of roles, felt she could be herself without worries... or judgments.
She was perfectly aware of her sins... that she had wronged her sisters to win Fuutarou, and because of that, she knew that the thought she was having here and now, looking at his lips, was extremely dangerous.
But she was already a sinner. A sinner who could not resist the forbidden fruit.
Ichika suddenly closed the distance between them, connecting her shiny, pink lips with Fuutarou's in a kiss that was initially passionate but gradually became more tender and careful. The girl cradled his defined jaw, planting small kisses on his lips before they both tacitly asked each other for permission to assault each other's mouths.
It wasn't their first kiss; she had already kissed him that night before he made his decision. However, this kiss and that one were two completely different worlds. The kiss back then had been innocent, shy, barely a peck lasting a few seconds. This one was a true lovers' dance, and of the two, Fuutarou was the more experienced, trying to guide her, swirling his tongue around hers as if to tutor and correct her. Her strawberry-flavored lip balm was addictive, but before crossing any inappropriate lines, Fuutarou pulled her away, carefully placing his fingers on her chin.
"Stop, Ichika... no. We can't go that far."
"What's wrong... don't you like it?" Ichika looked at him with genuine pleading. She could hardly take his words seriously because of the thread of saliva that still connected them.
"Let's not do something we might regret," said Fuutarou, well aware of his current romantic situation.
Ichika smiled flirtatiously, also well aware of that. "Oh yeah, you have a girlfriend, right? But what exactly is the problem? It's not like a couple of kisses will make us lovers."
Upon hearing this, a light bulb went off in Fuutarou's head. "Ah, that's it! How about I pretend to be your boyfriend? That way you can keep those guys away from you!" Fuutarou said hastily, slapping his palm with his fist in an attempt to divert attention from what had just happened.
"Do you really think men like that care whether I'm single or not? But... it's not a bad idea, actually... hmm, okay, fine, let's do it... but the best lies have a good part of truth in them, so..." Ichika got up from her seat to move away from him a little, starting to unbutton her sleeveless blouse, letting the garment slide off her shoulders as she unbuttoned her jeans to pull them down with her thumb. "Please be a good boyfriend, and give me a first time I'll never forget."
In a bold move, Ichika turned around to show Fuutarou what she had to offer. Her hourglass figure, framed by her intricate yellow floral lingerie, was accentuated by the backlighting from the sun shining through the window behind her, making her look like a true goddess, especially with that shy, rosy gaze as she waited for the other party's reaction.
"It's a cute bra, but it looks pretty expensive... I wonder if Raiha will wear something like this when she's older," Fuutarou said with apparent indifference, looking away.
"What the-!? Moooo!" From Ichika's pout and the way she stomped her foot in a certain tsundere style, it went without saying that the quintuplet was disappointed.
Come on, read the room! I literally can't be any more obvious than this! Also, why are you mentioning your sister right now? How siscon can you be!?...Huh?
However, even though the reaction on his face was not what she expected, there was another part of his body that had responded to her advances. "Ooh, well well~ what do we have here?" Fuutarou immediately tensed up, pulling at his own shirt to try to hide the tense tent in the middle of his pants.
"Fuck you, idiot..."
"Uhmmm, but why do you seem so nervous, huh? My body is identical to Yotsuba's, after all." Fuutarou's silence made Ichika connect the dots, bringing her hand to her mouth in disbelief. "Oh-my-god... don't tell me you haven't done any of that with her yet?"
"No... well, just once when we slept together in my apartment and she... l-let me caress her abdomen a little, that's all." Fuutarou confessed with incriminating sweat running down his forehead.
"I see, yes, you two definitely always seemed like very innocent lovebirds for that." The Onee-san sighed with a smile. "But you're not the only one, look." She moved closer to put one of Fuutarou's knees between his legs, carefully taking one of his hands to guide it towards her intimacy so he could touch her. "I'm a little horny too."
The tutor, stunned, could only play along with Ichika, moving his fingers very carefully against the wet, warm, and spongy sensation on his fingertips, afraid of making the girl uncomfortable in any way. She smiled at his consideration, encouraging him with her touch to sink his index and middle fingers a little deeper into her lips covered by that thong.
"To be honest... I was always afraid to think about what my... boyfriend, or anyone else, might do to me when the time came... but I also came to think that if that person were Fuutarou-kun... I would have nothing to worry about," she said softly, expressing her feelings. "And that's because you're my best friend, I trust you absolutely, and I know you would always put my well-being above everything else... that's one of the things I love about you."
"Ichika... you can't be serious right now."
"I feel safe with you," she said, looking him in the eyes, as if challenging him to detect the non-existent lie.
Pulling away from him, Ichika leaned forward to pull down her thong in a movement that was supposed to be charged with sensuality, but instead, she had to make a slightly awkward movement to peel the fabric off her skin with her fingers due to the fluids that soaked the garment, revealing a transparent thread that connected her lips to the inside of the thong when it reached her knees.
"Please be my tutor again, 'kay?" She pushed the boy's chest to knock him down on the bed, positioning herself on top of him to get closer to purr in his ear. "Could you teach your student what you've learned in the Kamasutra, Fuutarou-sensei?"
"Wait a minute, okay?" Fuutarou exhaled, feeling his breathing get heavier and heavier.
"Our first lesson could be how to calm this erection down? It's itching me down here~."
"I-I'm telling you to wait..." Without losing her smile, Ichika happily gave him some space, letting whatever was on his mind finish developing, that was probably aligned in her favor considering how the scoundrel Fuutarou began to slide his hand down her bare thigh. After several moments of deliberation, she had her answer.
"There... there's a condom in my bag." Fuutarou said, red to his ears, unable to look her in the eye as he said that, causing a predatory look to cross the quintuplet's sapphires.
"That's fine with me. This will be our little secret, honey~."
If given the choice between a halo above her head or a cute little devil tail, Ichika wouldn't think twice. She had to admit that it was extremely fun to make others sin, and the fruit of her efforts manifested itself in the form of Fuutarou, pouncing on her to assault her soft lips in another kiss that she immediately reciprocated by wrapping her hands around his cheeks, pressing their bodies together to melt their souls and unload everything they felt for each other.
It didn't take long for Ichika to decide to go for the real thing, encouraging her partner to level the playing field, helping him take off his old sweater and starting to unbutton his shirt, pushing the clothes out of the way to gaze at her tutor's naked torso with a surprise she couldn't hide. It was no secret that Fuutarou was the least physically fit boy in the entire high school, barely able to run half a meter before sweating as if he had climbed Mount Fuji four times in a row, but what he saw contradicts that knowledge. The girl ran her hand over his broad chest, her fingers caressing every groove of his pectorals and defined six-pack. Apparently, Yotsuba hadn't been sitting idly by and had given him some kind of training. Gently, she moved closer, planting soft, tender kisses on his chest, descending all the way down until she settled between his legs.
The young man, desperately wanting to relieve the pressure in his crotch, saved her the trouble by lifting his thighs to remove his pants after unbuckling his belt.
"O-Oh...wow...it's...it's incredible." The pink-haired girl murmured unconsciously when the phallus, emerging from its fabric prison, bounced for a moment before pointing erect in her direction. Ichika had already sensed that it was large, but seeing it up close like this, to say it was above average would be the understatement of the century. It was a healthy, textured cock with veins pumping blood to maintain its height, making it throb to the rhythm of his racing heart while the pink tip already had a few drops of pre-cum radiating from the urethra. The sight made her tremble to her core, and unable to resist her curiosity, she quickly slid over to the nightstand to retrieve a tape measure from one of the drawers, leaving Fuutarou a little confused.
"Let's see... 20 cm!?" Ichika gasped in shock upon learning its exact size, barely able to breathe as her eyes stared at the cock of the love of her life, which radiated pure virile energy.
If Onee-san was wet, now her crotch was trembling with ecstasy, feeling her thoughts focusing solely on satisfying her growing reproductive desire. As if her body had a mind of its own, she found herself orbiting her face around the phallus, and the more she leaned in, the more intense the virile, musky scent filling her nose became, the pure aroma of a real man. Intoxicated by the fragrance, Ichika closed her eyes and began to smell his bulbous head, then his elongated member, and finally the source: his swollen testicles, all while wiggling her hips mischievously like some kind of slut. And while the smell was certainly hypnotic, it was irrelevant in the grand scheme of things; she would have taken him into her mouth anyway.
Without giving Fuutarou time to react, she continued to take the initiative in her own world, stretching out her slender fingers to get a more intimate feel for his member, stroking it experimentally from top to bottom, captivated by the warm, thin skin that covered it, requiring a lot of arm and wrist movement to cover the entire area.
"I-Ichika~ Uff~." Fuutarou couldn't help but moan her name due to the novel sensation. Licking her lips at this, Ichika gathered a ball of saliva and spat it onto his tip, watching it drip down its length like melted ice cream. Now that his skin wasn't completely dry, the lubrication provided a more slippery and wet sensation to her eager handjob. She could really tell how much she wanted to serve him, masturbating him, wanting to reach that legendary white fluid that, according to his knowledge of biology from him tutoring sessions, should splash out of the tip with enough work.
"What's wrong, Fuutarou-kun?..." she asked as she looked up at his pretty face. "Is this all you want me to do? And here I was, so excited to put it in my mouth~..."
"Yes, that's what you should do. Maybe that's the only way to shut you up...ugh" Fuutarou said reluctantly, unconsciously pushing his hips against her face, increasingly eager for the drug of pleasure and the promise of subsequent dopamine.
Ichika smiled as the bulbous head of his cock pressed against her soft lips. "Oh my, my, Yotsuba, what the hell have you been doing all this time? Your naughty boyfriend seems to be very desperate for some love." Pulling one of her hands away from the thick shaft to brush the strand of hair on her left side behind her ear, she opened her mouth to engulf his flesh.
"A-Ahhh!" As Fuutarou writhed from the sudden wet warmth around his member, Ichika frowned slightly, also trying to get used to what she was doing, making sure her lips were tightly pressed against the skin as she pressed her tongue against the underside of his penis, willingly savoring his exotic manhood. It was so large that she continued to use her hands to serve him with ease as she began her blowjob.
"Holy god~ I-Is this really your first time doing this?..." He gasped with his head thrown back in pleasure, barely having strength in his arms behind him to keep his weight on the mattress, moaning as Ichika took several more inches into her wet hole, using her fervent oral muscle that became addicted to his taste. After a few head jerks, she parted her lips momentarily to speak, keeping the tip so close that her lips and tongue were still in contact as she spoke.
"Yes... You're the only man I've ever knelt for like this... well, not counting the dildos I keep under my mattress that I play with at night while fantasizing about you~." Ichika chuckled with a blush of embarrassment on her face as she realized how dirty she was becoming, completely infatuated and enslaved by her sister's boyfriend's huge, enormous manhood.
"You may be terrible at studying, but boy, do you learn fast when it comes to sucking cock." Fuutaro praised her, becoming more and more uninhibited as he caressed her head affectionately, encouraging her to continue.
Ichika's hands were needed to completely wrap around his girth, still twisting and turning around the inches her mouth couldn't reach, consuming as much of his length as she could until her lips met her fingers, and although the gag reflex wasn't a concern due to her experience with silicone and a few bananas when no one was watching, coordinating everything to maintain a pleasurable rhythm was.
The massage, accompanied by her slimy tongue and enthusiastic head-bobbing, resulted in an amazing blowjob, prompting Fuutarou to mentally review some lessons from college to avoid premature ejaculation, and that task was about to become more difficult when Ichika wanted to take it up a notch in more ways than one. Wanting to become independent of her hands, she began pumping using only her windpipe as a masturbator, going down one centimeter at a time, aiming to kiss his groin in a perfect deep throat.
"Nhmmgh... Mmmh~." And apparently, she had succeeded in record time, but she was far from satisfied.
"U-Uhh!? I-Ichika!? Ugh God!" Fuutarou spat out some saliva in the middle of his sonata of moans when she experimentally wrapped her incredible breasts around his shaft after throwing her bra in his face, replacing her hands with something more obscene, enhancing her lewd work.
"Damn it! Uhh!" Fuutarou cursed aloud, staring intently at the erotic sight between his legs. She squeezed his flesh between the valley of her cleavage, all the saliva covering its length serving as lubricant with the way they slid with wet sounds and splashes with every caress of her heavenly tits.
As much as he was the most dense guy in the universe when it came to those things, he couldn't deny that as a heterosexual man in the throes of adolescence, surrounded by the five hottest girls in Japan, he always had the desire to experience this with at least one of them at least once, and Ichika knew it perfectly well, reading him like an open book from her position, serving him devotedly while looking him straight in the eyes with her pupils turned into radiant hearts, humming the melody that played in the hotel lobby when they first met so many years ago while playing cards to give him a little hint between the lines, sending a little extra pleasure to the tight seal on her lips and the pumping of the soft, supple flesh of her breasts pressing against him in circular movements.
"Mmnghh!?" In a trance, the ecstatic tutor held her head tightly, managing to croak out a sentence amid his frequent gasps and grunts.
"Ichika, I'm going to cum!~... Swallow it all!...". He shouted, briefly losing his sanity. Adapting, her pink head set to work, moving up and down intensely to encourage the man to fill her mouth with a massive load. The actress looked up at the face of the man she was servicing orally, not wanting to miss a second of the official revocation of his virginity license. A few seconds passed until the long-awaited waves of white semen flooded her with electric spasms splashing against her palate and the back of her throat from the sheer force of his ejaculation accumulated over who knows how long.
"Mmmmhmm~" The girl moaned with satisfaction, closing her eyes and lips as tightly as possible around his girth, trying to swallow everything his spasmodic penis had to offer. She kept her breasts firmly pressed together around the base to further relieve his wild erection, licking the cleft with her tongue in an attempt to milk the love of her life completely.
Ichika's thighs rubbed together, trying to relieve her unbearable itchiness, her throat muscles forced to work overtime as she relentlessly swallowed the longest ejaculation she could ever have imagined, so much so that she had to partially abort the mission, opening her lips slightly to let the excess seed seep out of the corner of her mouth in an erotic white river due to the intense bursts of fire.
"A-Aaaah...ufff...haaa..." Once it was all over, Fuutarou's muscles relaxed as his chest rose and fell with difficulty after each breath, barely able to raise his hand to brush away a small strand of her bangs stuck to her forehead due to sweat to look at Ichika in all her glory, diligently cleaning the rest of his cock after swallowing all the filth she could; any remnants of semen that somehow managed to escape the clutches of her dirty lips would be thoroughly cleaned by her attentive oral muscles.
Most men would have calmed down after experiencing such a violent orgasm, but her hot breath, the cool breeze, and the way she kissed his cock affectionately, leaving several blurry traces of her lip balm, prevented that, ensuring that his erection remained standing as if nothing had happened in the first place.
"That's enough, Ichika... A little more and I might cum again." The man said heavily, finally getting her to lift her head from his crotch by gently pulling her hair. To which she moaned in resistance, staying there for a few more seconds before finishing the blowjob with one last affectionate kiss on the tip, connecting her lips to it through a thread of thick fluid.
"Thanks for the meal~..." She cheered, sitting up with a radiant smile, but in no better shape than Fuutarou, red to her ears from what she had just done.
"I admit... it wasn't bad... but now we really should stop," said the boy, still a little dizzy.
"Not even you believe that," Ichika said with an amused arch of her eyebrow. "You already gave me my first oral... but the real first time is still missing." Turning around, Ichika turned her back to Fuutarou, leaning back on the mattress to arch her back in a perfect parabola, presenting her round peach to him. "But if you don't want it, then it's okay. Probably some old man in his 50s will appreciate it~."
Ichika intended to embarrass Fuutarou, but far from the reaction she expected, he positioned himself behind her, sinking his hands firmly into her plump rear, leaning over her back to whisper in her ear.
"Ichika." Fuutarou spoke in a deep, authoritative tone as he demanded her attention, causing her to startle.
"Y-Yes?...A-Ah~" she replied nervously before feeling a strong hand seductively wrap around her neck like a personalized necklace. Their roles had been reversed, with her now looking shy and insecure, feeling the dangerous sensation that submitting to him seemed much more attractive than taking charge. She couldn't help feeling like a whore... like his whore, and she loved it.
"This was your plan from the beginning, right? You want me to give you an unforgettable experience?"
"Yes... Daddy," she said obediently, opening her mouth for Fuutarou to stick a finger in it, licking it sensually with the intention of provoking him.
"Then arch your back more... Yes, like that... Stick that big ass out for me." He instructed her, guiding her along every step of the way, confident in satisfying her sexual urges. Ichika screamed as his initially gentle touch began to turn rough. Her now sexual tutor began to explore and caress her beautiful female body, testing the limits of what was and wasn't okay. His hands grabbed everything they could get their hands on, firmly squeezing the supple flesh of her bust and slim waist as his rod rubbed eagerly between her buttocks.
"Ooh, ooh God... You're pressing it against my butt!... It's so...! Fuutarou-kun!" Ichika squealed, pursing her lips in an attempt to maintain a dignified voice, but she soon discovered how difficult it was to suppress a moan when the love of her life squeezed her large breasts with his hands, attacking her diamond-hard nipples.
"You must have very sensitive nipples, huh?" He teased, testing his theory by pulling on them a little as if she were a cow ready for milking, leaning closer and then dragging his hot tongue along her neck, listening to the sounds of a budding woman, her squeals and moans sounding like music to his ears, slowly becoming addicted to them, beginning to thrust against the softness of her ass, eager to fuck her.
After having enough fun fondling her huge milk jugs, he dragged his right hand down between her legs, using those fingers to rub the folds of her vagina.
"Aahhnn!~... That's it!-~... Ooohnngghhhh!~..." Ichika moaned, now discovering that she had an extremely sensitive pussy that reacted to the presence of others. Without wasting any time, Fuutarou slid a couple of fingers in to massage her walls. The touch was enough for the woman to be assaulted with a series of female spasms, cumming incredibly hard, as if it were the first orgasm she had ever experienced in her life, and in fact, it was practically so, since the ones she gave herself when she masturbated were nowhere near this wonderful sensation.
"Woah, wow, Ichika. You really liked that, didn't you?" She was in trouble, feeling embarrassed by that pathetic display. Although in her defense, she thought that probably just the fact that it was him made everything he did five times as effective. Experimentally, he reached out and rubbed his hands over her skin, feeling her spasm at his soft touch, using both hands to massage her ample flesh at will, admiring how it felt almost like jelly in his grasp.
"You have a very nice ass, so make sure you show it off, those producers would probably like it..." Fuutarou couldn't help but compliment her petite figure and blushing shoulders, giving her a playful pat on her plump ass that made Ichika bite her lower lip. "You're beautiful... and also very delicious~."
His fingers traced her soft skin before locating her swollen pussy, using his thumbs to spread her lips that were already shiny and glistening with her sweet nectar. Several authors said that foreplay was necessary for proper lubrication and, therefore, the absence of pain when breaking the hymen for the first time. Giving her another glance to ensure Ichika's well-being, he looked at his cock glistening with saliva, which also seemed adequately slippery, so he nodded after verifying that the sexual piston movement they would inevitably have would go smoothly.
"Oh, shit, it´s right." Fuutarou muttered with a frown as he remembered something that made that last check useless. Picking up his pants that had been left aside on the mattress, Fuutarou retrieved the condom, opening it to place the pink latex correctly around him. It was really tempting to go raw with her, but he definitely wouldn't do it without her explicit permission, not to mention that what little remained of his rational side told him to avoid becoming a father at such a young age at all costs. "Ready, Ichika?"
"Oh, my God... It's happening... He's really going to fuck me with that huge thing. There's no way it will fit, right? My vagina is so small..." Ichika muttered to herself as a way to calm down, making Fuutarou laugh a little as he waited patiently for her to give him the green light.
"All right, I have to do this. I can't back out now. Please fuck me, Fuutarou-kun. Put it in and fuck my pussy... NNGH!~... Oh, shit!~..." Ichika cursed loudly with a deep, guttural gasp as he slowly began to push that big cock inside her, opening her canal as his hips closed against her ass at the pace of a hydraulic press. Although the breaking of her hymen would not hurt under these conditions, the expansion of her vagina to accommodate its length did, so Fuutarou was very careful with her, paying close attention to her reactions. "What the hell?!... Oh, God!... It's inside me!... That big fucking cock is pushing inside me!... Uhhmgh?"
To calm her down, he leaned over to turn her face and plant a quick kiss on her delicious lips, a gesture she seemed to like, as the two became passionate while he carefully pushed his hips into her dripping pussy, filling that tight, wet, soft hole one mammoth centimeter at a time.
"Aaaah...~oooh~." She gave in, letting her head hang back to catch her breath, the initial pain turning pleasurable, bringing her back into the game in less than a second. Turning her head, she gave him a look full of desire and a warm smile that expressed more than a thousand words.
"Looks like you're ready. I'm going to put it all the way in."
"Isn't that all yet!? Wait! A-AAAAH!~". Finally, he reached his prize, kissing her sensitive cervix with one last thrust, giving a viscous ram that left her breathless, absorbing her sweet moans that were almost cries of pleasure. "You're going to split me in half!".
He smiled as he began his slow thrusting, lowering his toned hips onto her tight, trembling pussy. He tightened his grip on her hips as his groin vibrated against her plump ass, penetrating her vaginal cavity, kissing her cervix over and over as if he were knocking on the door to her uterus, quickly finding the right rhythm, entering and exiting neither too fast nor too slow, but alternating speeds every so often to properly stimulate his partner according to page 34 of the book on Advanced techniques of sexual satisfaction.
He liked to think that no other man on Earth had tasted her divine pussy, and in his heart he wished that no one else but him would, claiming her for himself, making her his woman and her bed their nest of eternal love.
But even so, he couldn't stop thinking about that girl with the rabbit ribbon, the girl with whom he was supposed to have these thoughts exclusively. He had never dared to go so far with her, with Yotsuba, everything was tenderness and clumsiness, so much so that on more than one occasion, the girls had wondered if they were really dating because of how little their relationship had changed now that they were boyfriend and girlfriend. But now, with Ichika... with Ichika, there was no stopping him.
She had pulled him into the abyss, and he couldn't deny that he fell willingly until he crashed into the bottom, and a twisted part of him shuddered with pleasure and excitement at the thought that his girlfriend didn't even suspect how much he was betraying her trust at that very moment. She probably thought that her purity would remain intact and stay that way until their future honeymoon, when in reality he was enjoying every curve, every moan, and every ardent surrender of her own older sister.
This was a secret that belonged only to him and Ichika... for now, because Fuutarou was willing to follow the true desires of his heart.
Aah~... Seriously, at first I didn't want to take Fuutarou-kun's tutoring, I just wanted to have fun and watch movies with him. But if this had been my reward back then, I would have attended from the day one!. Ichika thought as she clung to her pillow. Not only did he educate her on differential equations, now he was educating her on the many ways a woman's body could be pleased.
"A-Aaah!" Her thoughts were briefly interrupted by a delicious tingling sensation sent throughout her nervous system, followed by an explosive burst of euphoria, signaling her surrender to another violent orgasm.
And so, seconds turned into minutes, then minutes turned into what seemed like a very long hour. His unlimited stamina was impeccable thanks to the concentration techniques in his manuals, managing to last so long without ejaculating prematurely to make the most of the only condom he had with him. It was something to be admired, given the tight, velvety penis sleeve that now belonged only to him, constantly trying to exceed his expectations to treat Ichika Nakano with dignity.
"Aah, aaah, mmhhmm, ooooh god~." Ichika rocked on her elbows before losing strength, crushing her D-cup breasts against the mattress, letting her brain revel in Fuutarou's gasps on top of her, the rocking of the bed against the wall, her own idiotic moans, and the sexual slapping sound of clap clap clap, the product of the reproductive collision of their crotches.
Beeep Beeeeep
However, another noise joined this orchestra, the sound of a call on her phone. Ichika certainly had more important things to attend to now than any call for a casting, and in fact she was about to ignore it until she saw the profile picture of a clover on the screen out of the corner of her eye. Opening her eyes wide, Ichika froze (as much as she could while her pussy was being raped), and the best she could think of was to answer immediately.
"H-Hi, Yotsuba!" She greeted her in the most neutral voice she could muster. The mention of the last name he wanted to hear now made Fuutarou jump as well.
"Hello, Ichika! How are you?" The energetic voice of the genki girl echoed through the device's speaker.
"F...Fine, yes...Uhumm...D-Do you need anything?"
"Oh yes, Uesugi-san told me he was going to your apartment to help you with something. I don't want to be nosy or anything! but how's that going? I tried to call him, but he's not answering. Maybe that old phone of his ran out of battery."
"F-Fuutarou-kun? U-Uhm, yeah, he's been helping me rehearse for a shoot." Ichika said, putting her hand over her mouth to stifle a moan as Fuutarou hadn't slowed down at all, he was even going faster than before when he saw this turn of events.
"Woah, really? What's it about?" she asked eagerly, and the older girl could imagine her leaning over her seat as if she didn't want to miss a single detail.
"It's about... a-ah... animals. I'm a zoologist. He's giving me some quick lessons in biology, what they eat, where they live... and how they reproduce... mmghmm..."
"That sounds great. Hey, do you think there are camels? Because they're my favorite!"
"P-Probably... a-aaaah." Ichika covered her mouth in panic.
"Huh? Are you okay?"
"Yes, don't worry... I-I'm sorry, can we talk later? All this studying has given me a terrible headache." She lied, turning to look at Fuutarou with a frown, seeing him with a smug expression on his face after giving her a hard slap. "Fuutarou went to buy me something and left his things here, but I'll tell him to call you as soon as he can."
"Oh, I see. Sorry to bother you then." Yotsuba apologized. "I hope you feel better soon... uh... yes! I'll be right there, girls! Hey, Ichika, could you tell Uesugi-san that I'm at karaoke with the track girls and everything is fine?"
"Sure, I'll tell him as soon as I get back."
"Thanks! Call me if you need anything, see you later. You got this, you're the best!"
And as soon as the call ended...
"Ahhhh, fuck! More, more, more, aaah... fuck me... devastate me, daddy!~" She moaned, still holding the phone awkwardly to her ear as her strand of hair swung like a pendulum, unable to deny how fucking hot that had been. "Aaah, aaah! More... more... I want my boyfriend to engrave his name forever on my whole body~." Fuutarou couldn't help but grit his teeth at that. "What's wrong? Do you want me to pretend to be Yotsuba, perhaps? Because I'm totally fine with role-play-... kyaa!"
"You really are a professional liar... It's all your fault, Ichika." He growled furiously, suddenly increasing the pace of his thrusts. "You always make fun of me every chance you get. You always make dirty jokes to embarrass me... you always... always go around with that fake smile every time I'm with Yotsuba even though you're dying inside... it's your fault we ended up like this... and if I call myself a man... I'll take responsibility!"
"E-Eeh!?" Sliding his arms under her armpits, Fuutarou supported her weight to lift her off the bed, and still joined by their sexes, he carried her to the large window in her room, realizing that night had fallen. Holding her by the hair, the tutor pressed her body against the windowpane. "O-Oooh W-Wait, no, no! Someone will see us! Mhmg!"
Ichika tried to use her arm to cover her breasts, but Fuutarou prevented her from doing so by resuming the movement of his hydraulic piston, which pinned her in place. With barely enough strength in her knees to maintain her balance, the actress placed her hands against the glass as her soft marshmallows pressed against it. "Mmmhmm! A-aaaah, oooh! ~".
The cold sensation of the surface on her forehead sent a small electric pulse through her spine as Fuutarou flawlessly pumped her rear. "Aaah, aaah, I love you~ I love you, Fuutarou-kun...aaah, I've always loved you..." She murmured in between her rocking, letting her breath fog up the glass. "Fuutarou-kun, Fuutarou-kun...aaah, I love you, I love you so much...my Fuutarou~"
"I love you too, Ichika." He whispered with one last thrust. Fuutarou stopped, remaining inside her with his cock buried deep inside her.
"Haaa... haaa... Fuutarou-kun? Uhm-" Ichika, surprised by what she had just heard, turned her head, and before she could say anything, he leaned in a little closer, trapping her in a romantic and passionate kiss meant only for couples. "Mmmhmm~."
The obscene yet tender sound of their tongues dancing and slurping while moans slipped in between was the melody in the girl's room as Fuutarou moved behind her at a slow and romantic pace, pushing her tenderly to be more of a caress than a fuck.
Seizing the opportunity, the young man attended to the pair of twins that had momentarily separated from the glass, kneading and caressing them to his heart's content, enjoying their softness before pinching their sharp nipples a little, playing with them in circular movements with his index fingers, pinching them to lift them one last time before letting them bounce back to their original position.
After this short time out, they looked at each other, ready for the final stretch. Settling back in, Fuutarou resumed his pumping, sending shock waves against her pale buttocks, cornering her against the glass before resting one of his hands on her hip for better stability.
"Aah, aaah, aah~." Feeling her walls contract slightly, Fuutarou knew she was close to her final orgasm. Their bodies seemed to have synchronized, as he was also reaching that point. As if reading this, Ichika spoke between smiles. "Together, Fuutarou-kun... let's come together, please."
Nodding, Fuutarou offered his support by placing his hand on hers resting on the glass, intertwining their fingers to tell her that he would be there to protect her now and forever.
"Fuutarou, Fuutarou, Fuutarou... I love you, I love you... ~ Aaah, aaah, like that, yes, aaah~ Mmmhmm~"
"Ichika... I love you too... Mnnhg." He grunted, increasing the intensity of his hydraulic drilling with each passing second until he reached a frenetic pace, mating passionately and furiously, sending sharp thrusts that splattered sweat and fluids everywhere until the stimulation was such that Fuutarou was reaching the point of no return, feeling his brain begin to intoxicate itself with the roaring need to ejaculate a large load into his female.
"A-Aaah, oooh, mmmmhhgmm! Aaah!"
"Agh, that's it, I'm cumming, Ichika!" he announced with a howling growl, and Ichika responded immediately as her own body reached climax. The naked, passionate animal fuck locked them in a sexual contortion as they both arched their backs.
"Mmmnnn! AAAAAAHHHH!" She screamed with pleasure as she felt his scrotum crushed against her butt, contracting again and again, pumping the viscous, fertile seed along its entire length to deposit it at the tip of the latex that expanded at the gates of her uterus. All while white flashes assaulted her senses with a transparent squirt seeping under pressure through the seal at their crotch. "U-Uuuh!? NNNGHHHHH!~".
Suddenly, Fuutaro slid his hand from her waist to her flat abdomen to bear the weight of the quintuplet, lifting her feet off the ground for a few seconds, allowing her toes to contort freely as her pussy was impaled, gently lowering her shortly after she had completely drained himself.
Stunned, they both gasped to recover from that beautiful and electrifying sensation before the black-haired man began to withdraw from her vagina, having to hold the base of the condom to prevent it from getting stuck inside due to the considerable size of the bubble of liquid at the tip. Exhausted, they both used the last of their strength in their trembling legs to move to the bed and lie down on it.
"Haaa... haaa... fuuu... that was incredible." Ichika sighed, looking at Fuutarou beside her with a warm smile. "You were incredible."
"I'm sorry if I was a little rough at the end... I wanted to try advanced technique no. 23 from the Kama Sutra." Fuutarou said, nervously scratching his cheek and taking deep breaths to compose himself. "Apparently, it worked better than I expected."
"It's okay, I obviously wanted it... Gosh, I had no idea sex could feel so good... It was like having a bull on top of me. But something tells me you wanted more..." Ichika laughed, seeing that his semi-erect penis still didn't look completely satisfied after just "one" round. Unfortunately, they had already used up their only condom, and to make matters worse, it was not a safe day. Fuutarou also seemed to regret this, tying a knot in the condom to check for any signs of leakage before throwing it away in the nearby trash can.
"How about we end today's lesson here?"
"Fuuu... yes, I'm exhausted."
Fuutarou nodded before glancing at the alarm clock on the nightstand, which was probably of little use considering who its owner was. "It's getting late, I have to hurry to catch the bullet train back to Tokyo. Do you mind if I take a shower?"
"Go ahead. Like I said, make yourself at home." Ichika smiled, almost jumping when Fuutarou captured her lips in a quick little kiss.
"That's in case you fall asleep, honey" he said, giving her his own teasing smile before leaving the room and heading for the bathroom.
The dim lights illuminated her crimson face before she covered it with her hands, feeling butterflies in her stomach. "God... what have I gotten myself into? He has me completely at his mercy...How am I going to deal with this from now on?"
Now that she was experiencing the post-coital mental hangover for the first time, Ichika's head was really starting to hurt as she tried to process everything that had just happened. Her morning self would never believe her if she could tell her how far things would escalate, but as she listened to the water running in the distance, the actress couldn't help but feel excited, wondering what other new firsts she would experience, bringing her hand to her chest to feel her heart beating violently.
Haa... I asked Fuutarou-kun for help... and he responded to my call... yes, that's all, this is nothing more than tutoring, something strictly professional... friends with benefits, casual and without commitment until he's my date... yes, t-there are definitely no other feelings here.