"…Hah… hah…" As Kagura, seeing her pitiable state, withdrew to let her catch her breath, Hayasaka Ai gasped greedily, her cheeks faintly flushed as she turned her head aside and murmured, "It's not that I can't make you finish… but, my useless master, holding this position must be tiring, no? And… don't you want the first, richest, most exquisite release to be *inside* me?"
"Well said. That's precisely my intention," Kagura replied.
With that, he slid off the bed, and Ai, ever in sync, hooked her fingers under the edge of her panties, arching her body to slide them down to her knees. Kagura took over, slipping them off her left leg but leaving them dangling on her right.
"Oh my… what a perverse young master," Ai teased, her face deliberately flushed.
"Hmph. A virgin, yet soaked like this, and you dare call *me* perverse?" Kagura retorted, leaning down to slip beneath the voluminous hem of her maid skirt. He drew close to the glistening, intoxicatingly fragrant core between her thighs, cradling her soft legs as his tongue traced its first delicate stroke.
With just one lick, Ai's legs curled instinctively, a soft moan escaping as her body trembled.
"You… filthy skirt-diving wretch… why don't you just perish down there?" she gasped.
"Still so defiant at this stage?" Kagura murmured.
"It tickles… stop talking down there!"
*Slurp.*
Kagura ceased his banter, focusing entirely on lapping at the tender folds, like a slender parchment tome opened by his lips and tongue. He devoured its "wisdom" thoroughly, yet it flowed endlessly—warm, sweet, the taste of yearning.
Ai arched and sank repeatedly on the bed, her hands twisting the sheets into chaotic knots. Though she tried to stifle her voice, she couldn't wholly suppress it. Despite cresting multiple times, she still managed to mutter, "Truly… I feel nothing, Master Kagura."
"Then I'll make you feel something," Kagura declared, emerging from her skirt with a final *slurp* and a wipe of his lips. He grasped her waist, pulling her to the bed's edge, and pressed his eager member against the slick, honey-drenched crevice at its lowest point.
The tip was already being gently enveloped by her folds, their warmth nearly coaxing a moan from him. Yet, rather than plunging in, he leaned forward, his hand softly caressing Ai's cheek as he asked, "Is this alright?"
"Idiot—" Ai drawled coldly, rolling her eyes. Then, closing them, she tilted her chin slightly, parting her cherry lips to invite his kiss.
Having just tasted him, and he her, neither minded. Kagura kissed her fiercely, their tongues entwining as if she refused to let him go—a silent answer. Emboldened, he eased his hips forward, slowly guiding his throbbing member inside.
"Virgin status terminated. Auxiliary system activated. Full activation pending completion of your first night," a genderless voice intoned in Kagura's mind.
Startled briefly, Kagura realized he was indeed a transmigrator but quickly refocused on the ecstasy of their union.
Ai's soft lips and eagerly dancing tongue were vivid, but the true sensation was below—his member, tasting a woman for the first time, enveloped by Ai's impossibly slick, pulsing core. It gripped him rhythmically, as if intent on drawing out his very soul.
Ai's excitement raised her inner heat beyond his expectations, far surpassing the sensation of his fingers' prior explorations. His member, like a second mind, reveled in every twitch of her walls.
Unlike most virgins, Ai's core, though unbreached by him, had been teased with toys by Kagura countless times. She felt no pain, swiftly ascending to a fevered state. Her strong legs wrapped around his waist, ankles locking at his back.
Fresh from his virginity, Kagura had no desire to savor slowly. His sole urge was to plunge to her depths and ravage her relentlessly.
And so he did.
With a forceful thrust, Ai broke their kiss, gasping deeply, her eyes rolling slightly upward. She bit her lip, striving to maintain her facade of indifference.
Kagura smirked, withdrawing briefly before driving in again, his tip effortlessly striking a soft yet firm patch—her cervix. Ai felt a jolt of numbing pain, yet it thrilled her, tears of joy threatening to spill, though she fought to hold them back.
—Her depths are divine… I could soak in her forever.
"Not bad for you, lascivious maid Hayasaka Ai," Kagura murmured, leaning close to keep shallow thrusts while licking her earlobe, nibbling her ear, and inhaling the scent of her hair. "Do you love my cock that much? Your core clings like it dreads my withdrawal, burning like a fever. Oh, I see—your upper mouth has tasted my seed so often, now your lower one craves it too, doesn't it?"
"Hmph…" Ai, eyes shut, forced herself to stifle any shameful moans, turning her face aside to retort, "As if it's not *you*, perverse master, who's been dying to flood my pristine womb with your seed. Do you want me pregnant that badly? You're practically splitting me… like a rutting dog. Go on, I'm your maid—unload all your filthy desires."
"Damn you, lewd maid! I'll ruin you!" Kagura growled, biting her ear sharply enough to draw a yelp, though he quickly released her. Rising, he gripped her waist tightly, thrusting with relentless force, causing her legs to loosen from his waist.
The bed's canopy cast shadows in the rainy gloom, veiling Ai's upper body. Kagura could only faintly see her hands futilely clawing at the sheets, her elbows flailing, but their joined bodies were starkly visible. Her skin remained alabaster, her lips a soft cherry hue, the tender flesh at her entrance tugged slightly outward with each withdrawal.
Though he knew it was Ai, his constant companion, the surreal, lascivious scene made her seem like a slave crafted solely for this act—especially with her white panties dangling helplessly on her leg.
In truth, Ai had long awaited this day.
"So… intense… from the start?" Ai gasped, yanking a pillow to bite its corner, muffling her breaths. With a forced scoff, she added, "Don't… finish in three minutes, my dear perverse master, or I'll mock you forever… ngh—!"
"Mock me? With that honest little mouth down there?" Kagura panted.
It was his first time, and he wasn't sure where to aim for her pleasure, but their mutual teasing was real. Seizing the chance to "punish" her, he'd rather make her ache than let her off.
So, he savagely drove his member against her cervix, relentless in his assault.