"Mmm… nn… mgh…"
Just us in her room.
Not the chaotic school—this is Natsuki's private world.
A tight, quiet space, no buzz or clamor.
Her lips slurp around my cock, the only sound bouncing off the walls.
Red sunset streaks leak through the curtain gap, painting her in a warm glow. Her golden hair glints brighter, her pale skin blushing—not just from the light.
Our heat and breaths tangle, thickening the dim air.
"Nn… nn… mmm…"
In that rosy haze, Natsuki's head moves faster, hungrier than ever.
Then—a wet squish hits my ears. Something new.
A soft, steady drip.
I catch it quick.
"Hmm?"
She pauses, lips locked on me.
"Keep going," I murmur. "Both."
"…Ngh…"
Her right hand's slipped under her skirt without me noticing—sucking me off while stroking herself.
Now that I've seen, she doesn't hide it. Knees spread wide, still on the floor. The slick noise grows, quick and loud.
"Nice," I groan. "So fucking hot."
"…Mgh… don't… say it…" She shoves me back in her mouth, muffling her grumble.
Her rhythm spikes, like she's punishing me for teasing. Her fingers down there must be flying too.
"Mmm, mph… haah… nn…!"
She usually keeps me in her lips nonstop, but now she pulls off, gasping hard.
Is it the rush? The rubbing?
Her eyes lift to mine, dazed and glassy.
If this keeps up, I'll blow in her mouth again—and she'll crash out. Time to shift.
"Natsuki," I breathe. "Enough."
"…?"
She blinks up, puzzled. I've never cut her off before.
"Come up here."
"…Oh, yeah."
Wiping her lips, she stands, uniform hugging her familiar curves.
"What?" she mutters, catching my stare. "Don't gawk—it's embarrassing."
But I can't peel my eyes away. I can't stop thinking she's about to be mine—that's got me hooked.
Wonder what she'd do if I said it?
Guess I'll find out—I'm that guy.
"I can't stop thinking you're about to be mine," I murmur.
"…Idiot…"
She ducks her head, but her hand grazes mine, voice a shy whisper.
I expected a shout, but this? Too much.
She's so cute I might snap.
I want to shove her down and ruin her—now.
But I hold back. I want to lose myself in every inch of her skin a little longer.
"Wait," I tease. "I'm the one taking you, right?"
"Y-yeah," she whispers, eyes down.
"So you'll be mine?"
"…Yeah."
She grips my hand. I curl mine around hers, squeezing back.
"Repeat after me: 'I'm—'"
"I'm yours," she jumps in. "All of me's yours."
I look up, caught off guard. She's smiling.
"I didn't even finish!"
"Anything else you want me to say?"
I throw my hands up, grinning. "Nope."
She giggles and kisses my forehead, then slumps against me.
"Really, I should be running this," she mumbles. "Girl's job, right?"
"Just let me take over," I counter.
"…You done this a lot?" she squints. "Making fuck-buddies and all."
In my past life, Men chased virgins, it must be the same for girls here. Time to ease her.
"First time," I admit.
"That's its own kinda scary," she snorts. "Considering your kinks."
"Shitty life," I shrug.
"Ugh, I'm stuck with a real weirdo."
A horny pretty-boy, virgin but chasing tail in his second life—that's me.
"So, what now?" she asks. "Should I strip?"
"Stay like that."
"But… it'll get messy."
True.
But her soaking a skirt's old news. I bite my tongue—she'd deck me for saying it.
"No spare uniform?"
"I've got one."
"Then this one's for the cleaners."
"Fine, fine," she sighs.
Her shoulders fidget, nerves peeking through.
I lift her skirt and slip a hand in from the side.
"Eep!"
"Coming in," I chirp, light and playful.
Groping under her skirt, it almost feels like she's my girl—not my usual game.
But no—I can't soften. Natsuki's perfect, but I'm dead-set on going for as many girls as I can.
My fingers hit her panties—silk, drenched and sticky.
"Ah! Hya!"
I pull back, eyeing the wet shine.
"Don't look!"
She snatches my wrist with both hands, panicked.
"Shy?"
"…Mmm," she nods, gripping me like she's pleading with a devil.
So damn sweet.
Too bad—I'm no angel, just a horny jerk.
"Perfect," I purr.
"…Ah!"
I rip my hand free, grab her wrists, and pin them up, slamming her onto the bed. My left hand dives back under, tracing her soaked panties.
Soft, wet folds—up and down, again and again.
"Eep… ah… nn…!"
She stares at my hand, teary, breath jagged.
"W-wait… not… too much…!"
Her thighs squeeze tight, trying to stop me, but it's useless.
"What's wrong?" I tease. "Not good?"
"N-no… wait… wai—!"
"Wait, wait," she gasps, but I get meaner.
"Lift it?"
I tilt my head, playing dumb.
"Wha—!?"
"Here we go!"
"No, stop!"
I yank her skirt up with my free hand, peeling it back. Pale thighs glow, her black silk panties shimmer wet in the sunset, a fat stain pooling on the sheets.
"…Aah…"
"Wow, a fucking flood."
She blushes and looks away, but I'm buzzing—heart pounding like a sailor hitting the sea, stunned at how soaked she is from so little.
"Don't stare…" she whimpers.
I keep my tone steady. "Just biology, right? From those special classes."
"B-but… being seen…"
"Some barely drip," I shrug. "They need lube or it's a pain. You're good."
"So… I'm not weird?"
That young panic—am I normal? Sex stuff's hard to share.
I've felt it too, last life. Big deal then, small now. Exposed to someone else? Rough.
One thing to say: reassure her, clear as day.
But I'm a playboy in training, so I spice it up.
"Love that you're a wet, horny mess for me."
"So, I am weird…"
Fuck, misstep.
"No," I rush. "It's you wanting me, feeling me—shows you're into it."
"…This much… it's embarrassing…"
She eyes the stain like she pissed herself.
"And dirty," she adds. "This wetness… this grosses men out, right?"
"Oh, that take."
I clap once.
"Doesn't bother me," I assure her.
"R-really? Nn…"
I free her wrists and slide my right hand into her soaked panties, left holding her skirt.
She jerks to look down.
"Eyes here," I murmur.
"B-but… staring's… embarrassing."
Her face flares red again.
"Shy? Oh, shy about a pretty boy fucking you?"
"N-not like that! …Maybe a little!"
Honest as hell, spilling too much.
"Let's grow up together," I grin.
Cheesy, but youth sells it.
"Y-yeah," she whispers.
The vibe's electric—she's acting like I just swore my heart.
I grab her hand, pull her close, and kiss her deep.