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Kyouka's delicate hand wrapped firmly around Yuuki's shaft.
Her fingers squeezed gently at first, adjusting to the thickness.
It was huge — thick enough that her fingers couldn't close fully around it.
Veins pulsed under her palm, the skin hot and silky, yet iron-hard underneath.
Yuuki exhaled slowly, feeling her touch run down to the base.
(Shit... her hands are so soft...)
Kyouka's face burned in shame, but her hand moved steadily, guided by her ability.
She began to stroke him.
Slow, careful pumps at first — her wrist twisting slightly each time she reached the tip, then sliding back down.
Schlik... schlik... schlik...
The wet sounds of skin on skin filled the silent office.
Yuuki leaned back a little, letting the pleasure wash over him.
"You're really... good at this, Kyouka-san," he said, voice low and teasing.
Kyouka's hand faltered slightly.
"Y-You're such a pervert," she muttered under her breath, glaring up at him with watery eyes.
But her hand kept moving — faster now.
Her thumb brushed over the sensitive spot under his swollen tip, making Yuuki shudder.
"Ahh... that's good..." he sighed, giving her a soft smile.
Kyouka's breathing grew heavier.
Feeling bolder, she used both hands now — one at the base, squeezing tight, and the other sliding up and down the shaft.
Schlick... schlick... slrp...
Sticky sounds echoed as clear fluid leaked from Yuuki's tip, making everything slicker, dirtier.
Yuuki watched her, feeling the tension build inside him.
Her cheeks were bright red, her lips slightly parted, and her hands — despite her obvious embarrassment — kept moving with sinful skill.
Then, without warning, Kyouka shifted.
She rose up on her knees.
Without meeting his eyes, she pressed her soft, heavy breasts together — trapping his cock between them.
The black lace of her bra strained as she squashed her boobs tighter, molding them around his shaft.
Yuuki sucked in a sharp breath.
"Holy... Kyouka-san..." he muttered, eyes wide.
Her skin felt impossibly soft, the flesh warm and pliant around him.
Kyouka glanced up at him, face trembling, but said nothing.
Slowly, she began to move.
She pushed her chest up, then down — sliding his cock between her breasts, smearing clear precum all over her creamy skin and the dark lace.
Slrp... plap... slrp...
Yuuki groaned low in his throat.
The friction was incredible — the mix of her hot skin, the tight pressure, the slippery mess.
Each time she moved, her nipples, hidden just behind the thin bra, grazed lightly against his shaft.
"God... Kyouka-san... you're amazing..." he whispered, reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind her ear.
Kyouka twitched at his touch but kept going.
Her hands squeezed her breasts tighter, making the pressure around him even stronger.
She moved faster now — building a rhythm.
Plap, slrp, plap, slrp—
Yuuki clenched his fists against the table's edge.
The heat inside him was boiling, threatening to burst.
(Shit... I'm not gonna last long if she keeps this up...)
"Kyouka-san... I'm... getting close..." he warned, voice strained.
Kyouka hesitated for a second — then nodded slightly, squeezing even tighter.
Yuuki couldn't hold back anymore.
With a groan, he came — thick, hot spurts shooting up, splattering across her breasts, her bra, even her chin.
Splurt... splurt... splurt—
Kyouka flinched as the hot fluid hit her, staining her clean uniform.
She froze, panting, still holding her breasts tight around his twitching shaft.
For a moment, only the sounds of their breathing filled the room.
Yuuki leaned back, dazed, trying to catch his breath.
(That... was incredible...)
Kyouka looked up at him, face flushed, a droplet of his release sliding slowly down her neck.
"You... pervert..." she whispered again, voice trembling.
But there was no anger.
Only a deep, overwhelming shyness... and something else — a quiet acceptance.
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Yuuki slumped back a little, breathing heavily.
A strange lightness filled his body — like all the tension and heat had drained out of him, leaving him floating.
His heart slowed, his mind clearer than it had been in hours.
(Man... that was insane...)
He glanced down.
His cock, still half-hard, was glistening with their mixed fluids.
It slipped free from Kyouka's breasts with a wet, sticky sound.
Slrp...
A thin line of milky white stretched between her soft skin and his tip before snapping.
Yuuki chuckled weakly and reached for a box of tissues on the desk.
First, he wiped down his own shaft, being careful around the sensitive head.
He let out a small sigh of relief as the cool air touched his clean skin.
Then he turned to Kyouka.
She sat still, frozen like a doll, her breasts still pushed together, stained and glistening with his release.
Without saying anything, Yuuki pulled a few more tissues and gently wiped her chin first.
The sticky mess clung to her skin, but he was patient, careful not to hurt her.
Kyouka stared at him with wide, glassy eyes, face burning.
He moved lower, cleaning the top of her breasts where the thick spurts had splattered.
The bra was soaked too, the dark fabric clinging to her soft skin.
(Shit... she's way too beautiful like this...)
Finally, after a long awkward silence, Kyouka spoke.
"...Not a word of this to anyone," she said, voice low but firm.
Yuuki smiled, tossing the dirty tissues into a nearby bin.
"I swear," he said casually.
Kyouka pulled back, fixing her bra and straightening her ruined uniform as best she could.
She glanced away, her cheeks still red.
"I'm not even surprised anymore," she muttered. "Your inner desires are filthier than I imagined."
Yuuki laughed quietly, rubbing the back of his neck.
"I can't help it," he said. "You're just... too beautiful, Kyouka-san."
Kyouka's hands trembled slightly as she buttoned up her tunic again.
For a moment, the heavy, sweet tension hung between them.
But then, Yuuki's face turned serious.
"Kyouka-san," he said, his voice low.
"I have something important I need to discuss."
Kyouka, sensing the change, straightened her posture and adjusted her feathers behind her ear.
"Go ahead," she said, her tone formal again.
The mood shifted.
The reward was over.
Now — it was time for something bigger.
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