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All Right! Fine! I Will Take You! – Chapter 65
🕑 Added 2023-01-20 04:58:01 +0000 UTCWhen one looks at the training regime of the average action shounen protagonist, a couple of things come to mind. The first and foremost among them is that the main character in question must be the kind of masochist that even the haughtiest of ojou-sama-laughter-spouting, whip-wielding, drill-haired characters have nightmares about, because nothing the poor, leather-clad girls can do will ever top what the pointy-haired freaks (in plenty of senses of the word) regularly do to themselves.
The second is sheer awe. How do they withstand that kind of punishment? How do they manage to push past all the grueling pain and suffering, all the struggles of a body breaking under duress it was never meant to withstand? How do they keep coming back for more?
The answer, as is the case in plenty of the lessons manga has tried to teach us, is simple: they cheat.
Senzu beans. Dragon balls. Disposable Dendes. Any and all of the freakiest of martial artists have access to some supernatural or scientific (same difference) means that allow them to come back from the brink of death or beyond in a way that makes the Grim Reaper (whether in skully guise or in her other, more anime appropriate incarnations—yes, that means the ones with boobs) hand out frequent flyer discounts. Heck, in plenty of cases? The severity of the current situation can be measured by the lack of access to such cheat items.
And, while I can appreciate anime indirectly preparing us to face a world in which only the privileged, the ones who have access to means the common man will never get their eyes on, are in any position to prosper, it still leaves a sour aftertaste.
That may be Iroha’s sweat, though.
Heh.
‘You should stop smiling. It may turn them off.’
I’m trying.
‘And failing. Which seems to encapsulate most of your life so far.’
Most?
‘You’re lying in a puddle of something that is only partially sweat, and only partially yours, while surrounded by three breathless, naked girls. Yes. Most.’
Heh.
“I think I need another nap…” Iroha groans, her face buried above my armpit, her hair shining in the colors coming from the shifting lights installed inside Shizu’s worryingly big crystal case for anime figurines and gunpla.
“I think I need to get back home and make sure Yui hasn’t killed Yukino through sheer dehydration…” Haruno whines, lying on her back, behind Iroha, with an arm listlessly draped over her eyes, protecting herself from whatever meager light can reach her side of the bed.
“… I’m in my home. I can do whatever I damn well please,” Shizu states, hugging my arm between her breasts and resting on her side with a peaceful, somewhat smug smile, the collection of figurines behind her corroborating both the words and their sentiment.
“… I sympathize with Yukino,” I finally say after briefly contemplating a possible merge of collections, being both factually accurate in my statement and somewhat whiny at my own hydration-related woes.
Iroha chuckles. Which never bodes well.
“Oh? Senpai, are you asking us to keep going? To get on our knees, surrounding you, coaxing your cock up one last time with our eager lips and tongues so you can enter each of us in turn? So you can shoot the last dredges of your already refilling balls inside of me as I moan out your name, too exhausted to do anything other than rest on my chest and bury my face on sheets that smell like you and sex as I keep my hips up for you to thrust inside of me, to pound me deeper into Shizu’s bed? Are you asking us to leave you so utterly sated that you drift off into a dreamless sleep only for you to then wake up with your cock down my throat as I get you ready for the next round? I am sorry, Senpai, but that’s impossible! After all, I’m already far too sore…”
One part of me thinks that I already should be used to this.
The others?
“I can’t believe you managed to get him hard again…” Haruno says, looking at where the Blade of—at where my perfectly namelesserection has made itself known.
“I can’t believe you still don’t have a grasp on her…” Shizu murmurs with half a grin, even if tinged with exasperation, as she drifts a lazy finger down the middle of my recently discovered (and currently tingling with the aftermath of exertion) abs that ends up making me grunt when it lightly teases my tip.
“It… will go down on its own,” I say, possibly stupidly.
“No,” Shizu breathes into my ear, her hot breath making my toes curl about as much as the promise in her tone. “It won’t.”
And then she slithers down my body, making sure to wave her bare behind at me before she turns around to lie on her front, between my now spread legs.
“Well, hello there,” she says to my penis, and giggles when it answers with a slight, tired twitch. “You have made me very happy today, and I wanted to show my… appreciation,” she finishes, dropping her tone into a low murmur as she looks up at me through long eyelashes.
And then she leans forward to lay a single, soft kiss on my frenulum that turns into her sucking half my glans into her mouth so her tongue can play with me and lap at my slit as she climbs up, her breasts rising above my legs before she maneuvers them on top of me, surrounding my shaft with the same softness I got to know when Iroha got her first lesson on love making and all the insanity that would come after it.
And before it.
“She looks so… so desirable when she does that to you,” the youngest of my girlfriends mutters above my chest, still lying limply on top of me.
“I… I feel like I should do something—” Haruno says.
And Sizu’s lips audibly pop as she pulls out of my cock, her fingers sinking into her breasts and around her nipples as she presses the tender flesh against me.
“Look at me,” she says, staring over the line of Iroha’s hips and right into Haruno’s eyes. “Look at me like you did over the phone, while you touched yourself to him making me lose my mind. Look at me like you did when I writhed and moaned under both your eyes.”
To my right, two girls let out whiny moans.
Only one of them moves.
“I… not only looked,” Haruno says as she lays a long leg over Iroha’s hips, and her hand trails down her body slowly enough that I know she’s asking for permission.
“No,” Shizu says, eyes lidded and voice thick with something that makes liquid heat rush up my spine. “You did far more than look.”
And she keeps staring until Haruno dips a trembling finger between her spread legs, past wet and reddened lips, and she hisses as her eyes close, depriving me of pure lavender.
Iroha is, like me, torn between staring at the two other women, at…
At Haruno touching herself, delicately tracing the outline of her heavy breast before softly palming it, her fingers now teasing her erect nipple as her right hand works at spreading her lips before diving between them. Just caressing and teasing.
At Shizu as she looks away from Haruno and into my eyes, smirk firmly in place as she leans back down to suck my tip past her lips, to trace my slit up and down with a pointed tongue that keeps gathering droplets of my precum for her to swallow as her calves kick back and forth behind her as if she was set on teasing me with every part of her body she can show to me.
And at me breathing harshly, still gently holding Iroha’s shoulders even as my left hand turns into a tight fist that squeezes purple, bunched satin with desperation and trembling strength.
“Senpai…?” Iroha asks, luminous honey looking at me in a way that shows me how unsure she is of what she should be doing.
So my hand goes from her shoulder to her nape, and I drag her down into an open-mouthed kiss, her happy moan making me throb between Shizu’s lips.
“You three are all so unfair…” Haruno mutters.
“I don’t want to hear that from you,” Shizu replies, her words drifting in gusts of hot air over my cock’s head.
“It is unfair that you are even able to move,” Iroha manages to add, even if her eyes are still glued to mine as her weight rests on me.
“I don’t think having an erection counts as moving,” I say with the grudging smile of somebody who doesn’t have access to cheat items.
“I disagree,” Shizu says, briefly diving down to swirl her tongue twice around me. “I think it shows you still have plenty to give.”
And then she lets go of her breasts and crawls on all fours over me, looking down into my eyes with the kind of glinting silver that would make a werewolf have an anxiety attack, and…
Maneuvers.
‘Oh. Oh, wow.’
Yeah, I didn’t see that coming.
‘Bet you Iroha will one day use that line. With you dripping down her face.’
That’s a sucker’s bet.
‘Yeah. Like Iroha.’
… I stand in awe. Also, in Shizu-induced arousal.
Because my Christmas Cake teacher is displaying her absurd level of athleticism by sitting atop me, perpendicular to my body, her legs over Iroha’s body, her feet firmly planted between Haruno’s knees, her hands resting on the mattress behind her, to my left, as her hair falls down in a dark cascade between slender yet toned arms as her dripping sex hovers over me. Over the erection she’s nursed back to health after Iroha’s initial impetus.
The purple-gray wall behind her only serves to frame her beauty in solid color, and the scent of the three women that surrounds me makes me all too aware of what we’ve been doing in this room for long enough that Iroha can only limply cling to my side as I stare at our teacher. And I should be equally exhausted. I shouldn’t even be able to want to have sex. But Shizu’s heat reaches out to me, almost demanding I move, that I chase her as she holds herself in silent offer with a devilish smile that makes my heart race as much as the sight of her breasts, beautifully offered up over the delightful curve of her arched body as her thighs quiver with the strain of the pose. Haruno whines at the display as I hear something wet and faster than I think she should try right now, given how thorough Iroha was in making sure none of my seed remained inside of her.
But I certainly can’t blame her
“I… I really wish I wasn’t this exhausted,” Iroha says, awe in her tone and eyes.
“I can give you some training tips,” I reply absently, my eyes straining to take in all that Shizu can offer me.
There’s a silence from my right that, in the end, coaxes me into looking at narrow, honey-colored eyes.
‘Senpai,’ her flat eyebrows seem to say, ‘I’ll forgive you this once for insinuating I should exercise more. But only because I know where most of your blood currently is.’
I swallow the alacritous lump trying to block my throat, and slowly nod.
She then returns the nod, smiles, kisses my forehead… and rests her cheek on my chest as she stares at Shizu.
As do I.
And, by the sounds of it, Haruno. Even if far more actively.
“Well?” Shizu asks, her eyebrow raised.
And I push.
Something in my lower back screams at me that there shall be a reckoning, but, like most of the times somebody (Zaimokuza) has screamed that at me, I ignore it as the tip of my cock meets Shizu’s wet lips, sliding between them, but not inside her as she shudders and closes her eyes.
“Wait. Wait, let me… adjust…” she says, looking back at me, leaving me breathless.
So I do. I hold my hips up, above the soaked sheets of the bed below me as she circles her own hips, pushing down at times, making me slide between her lips three more times as we grunt and moan until I feel a ring of tight flesh press down on me.
And Shizu holds herself steady once more, ragged breaths coming from her open mouth as she stares up into her no longer unfamiliar ceiling.
I push.
I push, and she shudders, suddenly biting her lip and letting out a muffled, long moan that makes me jerk my hips up and slide half my shaft inside her as she closes her eyes tightly. And the moan turns into a gasp, her mouth opening wide once more as she drops down, her tender ass resting over me, pushing me down until I can almost feel the wet sheets below.
I shuffle my feet up the bed so that my legs are bent closer to her, and the motion of that, the way just trying to position myself makes me rub inside Shizu’s body, is enough to shoot white light behind my suddenly closed lids.
But I don’t drop down.
My body strains with the effort, with the exhaustion of having already made love with my three girlfriends in different configurations, but Iroha’s warm, soft body is clinging to me as tenaciously as ever; Haruno’s foot rests over my belly, her sole rubbing small circles over me to the rhythm of her fingers teasing her as she observes Shizu and me.
And Shizu is above me, around me. Beautiful.
Breathtaking.
So, no. I don’t let myself fall. I don’t let myself go back to the soft mattress I’m only resting my shoulders and feet on. I hold myself with every last bit of strength I managed to gain since I promised Shizu I would train for her sake.
Like a moron.
Like a pointy-haired freak.
Like a teenage boy in love getting overly enthusiastic and buying a set of too-heavy dumbbells that he didn’t even know how to properly use for anything other than biceps curls.
Like… Like a promise that shouldn’t have been meaningful. That should’ve been just a footnote on my way to maturity, something to laugh about years down the line.
Except I promised Shizu.
And that changed everything.
I dip down just far enough to slide along her wet opening, to feel her clenching right below my cock’s head, and then I thrust right back inside of her as she gasps, her right hand sharply sliding behind her, making her tilt her body toward me so that I can get a better view of her breasts, of nipples stiff and reddened with arousal.
I pull back down, and she moves, her hips tracing circles above me, my cock shifting in angles inside of her, the side of it pressing against the roof of her canal, against that spot of slightly rougher flesh that I can barely distinguish, but mostly because of how Shizu goes tensely silent when I slide against it, and then I shoot back up , pushing inside her, spreading her open as I take more and more of her body, as she moans out my name and silver eyes open to meet mine.
She smiles. A free, happy thing that is… that is so much purer than when she smiled at me while sharing sad, worn wisdom that I desperately needed to hear. A smile that…
“I love you,” I tell her.
And the smile grows brighter.
Then she moves, not only in circles, but up and down, back and forth, making my cock drag against her walls, making me explore her in this new angle that seems to change so much and so little as she tightens against me, squeezing me when I bottom out, when I press my pubis against her lips and she gasps as something inside of her pushes against my tip.
We try to be slow and sensual, to just enjoy the other person being there.
But I can no longer feel the muscles of my back burning or my thighs quivering. I can only feel her, and her warmth, and the way she seems to suck at me when I lower my hips, as if her pussy was begging me to come back up, to fill her.
So I speed up.
I don’t even realize it until Shizu goes still as I keep crashing against her. When she goes back to staring at the ceiling above her with her mouth open as her arms quiver, her elbows almost buckle, and her hair shakes in dark waves below her each time I push her up, each time I lift her.
I can hear Haruno’s rough breathing and wet touch. I can feel Iroha’s short, hot gasps over my chest. And I can see Shizu’s breasts shake both with my strength and her desperate need for air.
Her hands slip, and then her whole weight pushes me down until I finally rest back on her bed, but…
But that’s not enough to stop me. Not when I see her like that, when I feel her like that. When she’s all but begging me to fulfill her, to give her something she can cling to while she’s adrift, lost in sensations like I know I would be if I wasn’t focusing so much on the beautiful woman writhing on top of me that her pleasure becomes my goal, and my own a mere distraction.
So I forget all about long thrusts, about my cock almost leaving her marvelously eager sex, and push back as far as the mattress allows me to before I thrust back up, pushing her body up once more.
And then, almost faster than she can fall, I repeat the movement, frantically speeding up in my short thrusts until the clapping of our flesh becomes a constant staccato, a repetitive hammering of bodies that has Shizu gasp, and writhe, and moan.
Then she wails and bends forward, quickly hugging her knees as she buries her face between them, and I can no longer move as too much of her weight is above me, but she’s spasming, her sex wildly clenching around me, the sides of her soft breasts quivering over her plush thighs.
And so I come.
I groan something low and guttural that Iroha hurries to silence with soft lips and a hot tongue, and Haruno’s foot slides above my belly with a wild spasm, and I can feel both of them sharply, but not as much as I can feel Shizu going still when I first fill her, when I shoot the first burst of my semen inside of her since the last one I shot minutes ago.
Iroha lets go of my lips, kissing my neck fervently and freeing me to witness Shizu. To see her look at me with wild, silver eyes. To smile something shy and wavering before quickly hiding her face again between plush thighs.
To take my breath away, even mid-orgasm.
She… She moves then, her hips going up when she feels another load of hot seed travel through me and into her, as if pulling at me to shoot more, but then I do, and she eagerly drops back down, grinding on top of me even as she whines into her tightly pressed thighs.
Then I shoot one last time, more a declaration of intent than anything… substantial. And Shizu lets go of her knees and drops down, her back marvelously straightening in fluid grace even as what she does is lie lifelessly on the bed behind her, arms spread out in a cross as her lower back drapes over my hips, and her legs straighten over Iroha and Haruno.
We all gasp. In exhaustion. In relief. In…
In Shizu dragging herself up the bed to rest against the free side of my body as she lies a limp, exhausted arm over my chest and Iroha’s side before Haruno molds her body to Iroha’s back, her face peeking at me and Shizu as she leans over Iroha’s shoulder.
We… We all exchange something. Something pure, and silent, because words are not enough. Not when…
When aiming for something genuine.
