186: You’re Stronger Than You Look 186: You’re Stronger Than You Look The mont Misuzu’s soft lips made contact with the tip of Kouhei’s dick, a shudder of pleasure coursed through his body.
He clenched his jaw, a low groan slipping past his lips as the warmth of her mouth wrapped around him.
“Mm…!” Misuzu sealed her lips over the sensitive head, her tongue flicking out to swirl around the tip, coating it in a slick layer of her saliva.
The sensation sent a sharp pulse of pleasure straight to Kouhei’s core.
“That’s right, Misuzu.
Just like that,” Hina cooed, a playful smirk curving her lips.
“Now, lick the underside… and then,” her voice dipped into sothing more sultry, “look up at Kouhei while you do it.” Obediently, Misuzu lifted her gaze, locking eyes with Kouhei.
His breath caught in his throat.
The sheer intensity in her eyes—clouded with curiosity, submission, and sothing dangerously enticing—nearly unraveled him.
His fingers dug into the sheets, gripping them with white-knuckled force as heat coiled in his abdon.
“Now, it’s my turn.” Hina’s voice was laced with amusent as she leaned in, her hot breath ghosting over his slickened length.
Misuzu slowly withdrew, her lips releasing his cock with a wet pop, leaving behind a glistening trail of saliva.
Hina wasted no ti.
She engulfed the tip in her mouth, her tongue expertly teasing the sensitive flesh.
Her lips stretched as she took more of him in, hollowing her cheeks to apply suction while letting her tongue dance along the underside.
Kouhei’s eyes nearly rolled back, his body trembling from the relentless pleasure.
“Misuzu,” Hina purred between strokes, her voice thick with arousal.
“Do the sa.
And be careful—no teeth.
Use your tongue to tease him, and… press the tip of your tongue against his atus.” “atus?” Misuzu blinked, tilting her head.
“You see that?” Hina pointed with a knowing grin.
“That’s where the pee cos from.
That’s the atus.” Misuzu hesitated for only a mont before curiosity got the better of her.
She leaned in, inhaling deeply, letting the musky scent of his arousal invade her senses.
It was dizzying.
Without further thought, she took the tip into her mouth again, this ti flicking the very tip of her tongue against the atus, pressing it lightly.
Kouhei sucked in a sharp breath, his muscles tensing.
A violent shiver ran down his spine, the overstimulation making him grit his teeth to keep himself from cumming right then and there.
“Well, then…” Hina murmured, her voice dripping with mischief.
“I suppose I should do this next.” Her fingers curled around his balls, massaging them gently before she dipped her head.
Without warning, she took one into her mouth, sucking sharply, her tongue rolling it around with sinful expertise.
The double assault was too much.
Kouhei’s body jerked violently, his hips twitching in response to the overwhelming pleasure.
“Ah… Hina-san…!
Misuzu-san…!
I…!” With a wet pop, Hina released his balls, a thin string of saliva still connecting her lips to his skin.
She glanced at Misuzu with an amused gleam in her eyes.
“Let go of his cock now.” Misuzu obediently pulled back, her lips releasing his length with a soft smack.
Hina wasted no ti.
Wrapping her fingers around his throbbing shaft, she began pumping him with slow, deliberate strokes.
Her grip was firm, her pace teasingly unhurried.
“Misuzu,” she commanded, her voice sultry.
“Bring your face close to his cock.
Look up at him with your tongue out.” “L-Like this…?” Misuzu hesitated for a second before mimicking Hina’s posture, her tongue peeking out as she gazed up at Kouhei with wide, expectant eyes.
The sight alone was enough to break him.
His hips jerked violently as a guttural groan tore from his throat.
Hot, thick cum erupted from his cock in powerful spurts, painting both Misuzu and Hina’s faces in white.
Misuzu gasped softly as the warm fluid splattered against her skin, thick ropes of his release dripping down her cheeks.
She instinctively shut her eyes, the heat of his cum seeping into her skin.
Hina, ever composed, ran a finger along her cheek, gathering a generous dollop of his cum.
With deliberate slowness, she brought it to her lips, slipping the finger into her mouth.
Her tongue swirled around it as she sucked, savoring the taste before pulling it out with a soft pop.
Not yet satisfied, she leaned down once more, wrapping her lips around the tip of Kouhei’s cock, sucking out the last remnants of his release straight from his urethra.
Kouhei twitched, the overstimulation making him shudder.
anwhile, Misuzu hesitated, her curiosity warring with her uncertainty.
But as she watched Hina, sothing inside her caved.
Slowly, she raised a trembling finger, gathering a streak of cum from her cheek.
She hesitated only a second before slipping it past her lips, letting her tongue taste him for the first ti.
*** Kouhei lay slumped over his desk, his cheek pressed against the cool surface, his body feeling like lead.
The mont the afternoon arrived and the lunch bell rang, a crushing wave of exhaustion had hit him.
It wasn’t just the usual midday fatigue—it was the kind that seeped into his bones.
After having lunch with Hina and Misuzu, he had barely made it back to his seat before surrendering to the irresistible pull of sleep.
anwhile, Hina and Misuzu had left for the student council office, as a new student was expected today.
Unlike Kouhei, who was completely drained from the events of last night and earlier this morning, the two girls were brimming with energy.
Their skin seed to glow faintly under the morning light, their vibrancy almost unnatural.
Maybe it was because they were demons—resilience like that must have been in their blood.
Just as he was sinking deeper into the comfort of his drowsiness, a light but persistent poke on his back jolted him back to awareness.
His brows furrowed slightly as he turned, his sluggish gaze landing on a familiar figure standing behind him.
Ichinose Hiyori.
The girl’s delicate fingers hovered midair, frozen in the act of poking him again.
She blinked at him with wide, curious eyes before offering a small, apologetic smile.
“Ah, were you sleeping?” she asked gently, her voice laced with concern.
“I’m sorry if I woke you.
I just wanted to check if you were okay.” Kouhei exhaled through his nose, rubbing his eyes before shaking his head slightly.
“Ah, no, it’s fine,” he muttered, his voice still heavy with sleep.
“I’m just a little tired.” A soft giggle escaped Hiyori’s lips, her head tilting slightly.
“Oh?
From watching ani?
Or maybe from playing gas?” Her tone was lighthearted, genuinely curious rather than teasing.
There was no malice behind her words, just pure interest.
Kouhei scratched the back of his head, offering her a sheepish smile.
“Uh… one of the two, I guess.” Hiyori’s lips curved upward in amusent.
“I see.
Well, I won’t disturb you if you’re tired.
I’ll be going now.” With that, she took a step back and turned toward a teacher’s table, reaching for sothing.
Kouhei lazily followed her movents with his gaze and imdiately noticed the two large cardboard boxes stacked neatly on the table.
The way her delicate fingers wrapped around the edges, the slight shift in her posture as she prepared to lift them—he could tell at a glance that whatever was inside was heavy.
The classroom was mostly empty, with everyone still at lunch, aning she had no one to help her.
Except for him.
Kouhei sighed.
Even though exhaustion clung to him like a second skin, he couldn’t just sit there and watch.
“Ichinose-san,” he called, pushing himself off his chair and approaching her.
“Do you need help with that?” Her eyes widened slightly before a look of gratitude softened her features.
“Really?
Thank you… but are you sure?
You’re tired, aren’t you?” “Well, I wouldn’t feel right sitting back while a woman struggles to carry sothing heavy,” Kouhei said, his voice steady.
“I… I see…” Hiyori’s cheeks dusted pink.
“Well, if you insist.” Kouhei grabbed the top box, lifting it effortlessly.
The weight barely registered in his arms—it wasn’t even remotely difficult.
anwhile, Hiyori lifted the other one, which was noticeably lighter.
She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, montarily pausing as if in disbelief.
At first glance, Kouhei didn’t look like soone who worked out, yet he handled the weight with ease.
Of course, the boxes weren’t impossibly heavy—just a stack of paperwork she needed to bring to their teacher—but still, the sheer lack of effort on his part was surprising.
“Okumura-kun, do you go to the gym?” Hiyori asked, tilting her head slightly.
“W-Well, sotis, yeah,” Kouhei replied, shifting the box in his arms.
“Why do you ask?” “Ah, no reason,” she said with a small smile.
“I was just surprised.
You’re stronger than you look.” “Uh, well, I’ve trained a bit here and there, but I wouldn’t call it serious.” “Fufufu, you’re surprisingly humble, Okumura-kun,” Hiyori giggled, her laughter light and lodic.
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