When lunch ca, I found myself curious about the expression Kotoha would be wearing.
We had kissed earlier that morning. By now, she had plenty of ti to process it.
A kiss was no small thing. For a man and woman, it was the clearest affirmation of love.
Yet I still needed to keep our relationship in a careful, ambiguous balance. Which ant today, I had so cleaning up to do.
I arrived at the rooftop first, leaning against the railing as the spring breeze carried the faint scent of blossoms. The heavy tal door creaked open not long after, and Kotoha stepped out, her cheeks slightly pink, holding our bento boxes close to her chest.
“Souta-kun!”
Her cheerful voice was the sa as always.
I smiled back, and we sat together on the bench.
“What did you make today?” I asked.
“Ah… I made karaage.”
“Are we fine dining today?”
“But…”
She opened the bento with a guilty look.
“I was in a rush so I burned so of them…”
“It’s fine.”
“No, but still… I’ll eat the burnt ones.”
“No. I’ll eat it.”
“But I can’t let you do that…”
“It’s fine, Kotoha. Anything made by you is delicious. Feed .”
“Then…”
Reluctantly, she picked up a piece with the chopsticks and held it to my mouth.
“…How is it?” she asked timidly.
I gave her my brightest smile.
“It’s delicious.”
Her expression lit up imdiately.
Whenever she was down, it was always my job to cheer her up. Even if the taste was bitter, even if it was charred, if it was from Kotoha, I would eat it with a smile.
“Idiot. It’s burnt, you know?” she giggled, her mood lighter.
“Can’t taste it. It’s delicious.”
I took the chopsticks from her hand and picked out a perfectly cooked piece.
“Say ahh.”
“Ahh~”
She leaned forward with a playful smile as I fed her, and for a while we took turns, trading bites, laughing at nothing in particular.
The more she loved , the easier it would be to guide her. Step by step, I could move forward with her training.
Kotoha-chan. Soon, I’ll be inside your ass.
When we finished, Kotoha timidly reached for my hand, placing her head against my shoulder.
I slid my other hand onto her thigh, kneading the soft flesh through her uniform skirt. Her breathing imdiately grew heavier, her body warr against mine.
“Souta-kun…” she whispered, closing her eyes and leaning up, lips parting slightly, ready to kiss again.
I pressed my hand between us, stopping her just short. This was what I ant by clean up.
Her face fell. For a mont, she looked like she might cry.
“Kotoha. What are you doing?”
“Kiss… I want to kiss you…”
“No.”
It was ti to set boundaries.
“W-Why not? Do you not like anymore..?”
“Kissing is a reward. Only when you’re a good girl.”
Her lips parted as she exhaled a sigh of relief. Her eyes clouded, her blush deepening, her whole expression hazy with submission.
“Then… what dirty things should I do for you today?”
Kotoha-chan. If you look at like that while asking, I don’t know what I might end up doing to you.
“Then today. You can’t cum.”
“I can’t cum..?”
“If you cum, you won’t get your rewards.”
“…Okay…”
Her blush spread lower, her breathing turned heavier, and her expression twisted into sothing completely lewd. Without hesitation, she lifted her skirt, baring herself to .
The black lace thong she wore today clung tight against her pale skin, the sa one I had chosen for her. Against the white of her thighs and the clean lines of her school uniform, it looked even filthier.
“Get on all fours.”
Kotoha got down on all fours in front of , her skirt flipped up, her black lace thong pooled around her knees. The afternoon sun lit her pale thighs, and her soaked slit glistened shalessly in the breeze.
She was already leaking, a thin string of arousal stretching from her lips to the floor.
“Good girl. Stay like that.”
I ran my fingers along her swollen folds, dragging her wetness up and down, making her shiver. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ⓝovelFire
“Souta-kun… ngh… it’s embarrassing like this…”
“Embarrassing? Then why are you dripping all over the roof?”
Her hips jerked back against my touch, betraying her need.
I slipped two fingers inside her, slow, curling against her walls. She moaned imdiately, gripping the floor.
“Ahh… n-no… if you do that I’ll…”
“You rember the rule, don’t you?”
“…I can’t cum.”
“That’s right. If you cum, no reward. Be a good girl.”
Her pussy clamped hard around my fingers as I pumped faster, pressing my thumb to her clit. Her voice broke into gasps and whimpers, the sound echoing faintly across the empty rooftop.
“Souta-kun, it’s too much, I’ll… I’ll cum, I can’t hold it—”
I pulled my fingers out at once.
Kotoha collapsed forward onto her elbows, panting, her pussy twitching open, begging to be filled again.
“Why… why did you stop…?”
“Because you were about to cum. You still don’t deserve it.”
Her body trembled as she looked back at , eyes glazed with lust. Her thighs rubbed together unconsciously, trying to chase friction.
“Please… don’t stop like that… I’ll be good… I won’t cum, I swear…”
I smirked and pushed my fingers back in, this ti harder, curling against her sweet spot. Her whole body arched, a desperate cry spilling from her lips.
The cycle began again. Again and again I brought her to the edge, pulling away just before she broke. Her thighs were slick with her own juices, dripping onto the concrete in ssy strings.
“Souta-kun… I’m going crazy… please, just once, let cum…♡”
“Not yet.”
I pressed down on her lower back, pinning her in place while grinding two fingers deep inside her.
“Hold it. Show how good you can be.”
Her nails scraped against the floor, her face pressed into her arm as she scread in frustration and bliss. Her pussy throbbed around , desperate for release, but I denied her every ti.
By the fifth round she was a ss. Drool spilled from her lips, her eyes rolled back, her body shaking uncontrollably.
“…Souta-kun… I’ll do anything… just let cum…♡”
“What was the rule?”
“…I can’t cum…”
“Exactly. You wanted to kiss , rember? That’s your reward. If you do your best, you’ll get your reward.”
Her whole body trembled. She was so far gone she pressed her ass back against my hand, desperate to be filled again, but I kept her denied.
The bell rang faintly from inside the school, signaling the end of lunch.
“Looks like ti’s up.”
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