“Listen!”

Ange raised her index finger.

“What you just saw was necessary and wasn’t wrong in the slightest. We did that because we’re relatives, so it wasn’t anything even remotely filthy or weird! Make sure! Makeabsolutely sure you don’t misinterpret what happened!”

“Understood.”

Ange was acting incredibly threatening, but the reaction from the sudden visitor, Ibekusa Machina, was as low-key as ever.

Even though their seats were right in front of each other, Ange still had a poor grasp of Machina’s character, so she was doing her very best to make excuses.

“So you see, he was only trying to help me recover! Isn’t that right, Mutsuki!?”

“Ah…ah ha ha. That’s right.”

Mutsuki was left to clean up the oily floor, so he gave a vague bitter laugh with a rag in one hand.

Ange glared at him, asking how he could be so calm, but on the inside, he was even more shaken than she was.

That girl had come to bring them the printout they had missed after leaving school early. The doorbell apparently had not rung, the door had been unlocked, and she had heard some odd voices, so she had peered inside…and that led to the current situation.

(She’s definitely going to misinterpret what happened.)

That would not have happened if he had stayed rational, so he had trouble calling that a misinterpretation. But most of all, it was quite a shock for her of all people to see him teasing his roommate like some kind of pervert.

Ibekusa Machina was a strange character even for their cla.s.s. She made no effort to gather attention, but she still had an incredible presence.

She was a pretty, mysterious, and oddly alluring girl.

(She probably thinks I’m a pervert.)

Mutsuki sighed deeply as he wiped up the stubborn oil and Ange’s urine.

“So you understand? You really do understand?”

“Positive. That is my responsibility for entering without permission.”

It sounded like things were settling down between Ange’s angry attacks and Machina’s calm deflections. Mutsuki looked up, a.s.suming Ange had cleared up the misunderstanding.

“?”

For some reason, she was beckoning him over.

“Eh? Eh?”

He had lived with her for three weeks, but this was his first time inside Ange’s room.

However, that was not the confusing part. He was baffled by the girls’ actions as they entered the room too.

Ange was wearing clothes now. It was only a T-s.h.i.+rt, but Mutsuki was still thankful. In just her bra and spats after he had teased her body so much, he had difficulty knowing where to look.

The problem was Machina and how her state of dress made it difficult to know where to look.

“Here.”

“Yeah, you wouldn’t want it to get wrinkled. I’ll take that.”

She unhooked her own skirt and pa.s.sed it to Ange.

Her cute striped cotton panties were exposed. The boy averted his gaze at that point, but then she removed her uniform’s ribbon and began unb.u.t.toning it.

“An…ge. What’s going on?”

The girl he was interested in…no, that he had a crush on had suddenly started baring her skin, so he sought help from his roommate while sweating.

“To make up for seeing me in such an embarra.s.sing situation, we’re doing the reverse now.”

Ange sat on the corner of her desk, put on her usual lopsided frown, and stuck her chin out. Machina obeyed the haughty instruction by sitting on the bed.

“I get to see her in an embarra.s.sing situation. You’re just a tool. Do to her what you did to me.”

“What!?” Mutsuki raised his voice without meaning to. “Wh-what are you talking about? What possible purpose-…”

“Do it.”

He tried to argue back, but she immediately rejected it. Just fifteen minutes earlier, she had been shedding tears of pleasure in his hands, but the intense light in her eyes overpowered him and he looked away.

“Um…but I can’t. Ibekusa-san would get mad.”

“I do not mind.”

He searched for a new way out, but he found the girl opening the front of her uniform.

“Wow.”

“Wow.”

Both Mutsuki and Ange were shocked by the contents of her opened blazer.

Mutsuki suddenly remembered that Kurikara Saya, the girl in the cla.s.s with the least delicacy, had seen Machina changing for PE and told the rest of the cla.s.s the girl was “quite large”.

But “quite” did not cover it. “Very” or even “incredibly” would better describe the volume before his eyes.

“This is my responsibility for entering without permission. I will make up for that.”

She did not hesitate to unhook the back of her bra, which almost shot off of her from the weight it had been holding back.

“You look…a lot skinnier with your clothes on.”

Ange had been the one to insist the girl stripped, but she was shocked by this unexpected size. Her cheeks grew red from embarra.s.sment and her displeased look returned as soon as she compared them to her own. But…

“C’mon, Mutsuki. Guys like this kind of thing, don’t they? Then this is a good deal for you.”

She used her chin to tell him to get going.

“D-don’t be ridiculous. This is wrong. How can you call this a good deal?”

Squish.

(W-wow. They really are heavy.)

Mutsuki was fully aware he was sc.u.m for doing this, but that self-hatred vanished as soon as his fingers sank into that white flesh like it was a swamp.

He could feel the weight pressing down on his hands. He had wiped the oil from his hands, but her skin still felt damp and sticky. It was as soft as pudding, yet it had an intense elasticity that pushed back at his fingers like springs.

He had no real preference in size, but even he was a slave to these b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

She had narrow shoulders, yet they smoothly swelled out in beautiful bowl shapes. When he touched them, he found them to be the perfect level of soft yet also vibrantly elastic. They were too large to fit in his hands either way, but he judged by eye that these were a size bigger than Micha’s which were voluptuous enough already. And yet Machina was more than ten centimeters shorter.

The comfortable weight seemed to fill Mutsuki with pleasure. With his fingers digging into them, he moved his hands in large circles to fondle those great ma.s.ses.

“Nn…”

Machina had remained expressionless even as he grabbed them, but her eyebrows briefly twisted now.

Then, her cheeks flushed with embarra.s.sment. Her skin was a milky white, so the red noticeably stood out.

She sat on the bed facing Mutsuki, so he barely had to lift his gaze to see her expression. He gave a cautious glance but immediately looked away when their eyes almost met.

(Ibekusa-san… This is Ibekusa Machina-san.)

That thought alone nearly set his mind boiling.

He had been interested in this cla.s.smate since spring. He had tried to talk to her even if just once, but he had failed every single morning.

It was too much for him to suddenly have her half-naked to do with as he pleased.

(I’m touching Ibekusa-san’s b.r.e.a.s.t.s.)

A tremor of nerves pa.s.sed through his fingers and jiggled her b.r.e.a.s.t.s a little.

He looked up, wanting to see her face again. He realized he had seen her in profile a lot since she sat next to him, but he had not looked at her head on very often. And it was a first from this close.

“…”

(She’s beautiful.)

He felt her allure was in her eyes. The doll-like perfection of her face was part of it, but his mind always came back to the elusive half-lidded look of her eyes. Her transparent eyes looked like a single drop of water on a pure sheet of ice.

It was love at first sight, just as it had been during the spring.

He felt like her deep eyes were sucking him in.

“So you hide those giant t.i.ts of yours, huh? Honestly, Mutsuki, you sure look a lot happier than with me…ah.”

Ange had put on her lopsided frown in annoyance, but then her eyes widened.

Mutsuki was snapped back to his senses by that third party’s voice.

(Huh? What am I doing?)

He felt a wonderful softness pressing against his lips. A sour and somewhat sweet scent of apples tickled his nose.

Machina gently closed her eyes from so close their noses touched.

“~~ Fwah! I-I’m sorry, Ibekusa-san! Um…I didn’t mean to do that…”

He frantically pulled back his face.

The smacking sound was enough to know he had stolen her lips with unexpected strength. Ange’s eyes were opened wide off to the side.

He had promised to only touch her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, so he tensed up in fear.

“…?”

But Machina seemed confused that he had stopped.

“I do not mind.”

She placed a finger on his lips.

“Your lips…were not unpleasant.”

She stared straight at him with unreflecting eyes as transparent as the sky.

Mutsuki felt like he could see what lay beyond them, so he reflexively placed a finger on her mouth as well.

They began teasing each other’s lips.

(Ibekusa-san’s…lips…)

“Um…”

Before Ange could say anything, their lips pressed together again.

Mutsuki’s momentum pushed Machina back onto her b.u.t.t, so he reached a hand behind her head to powerfully pull her close and deepen their kiss.

“Wait, you two…”

The third party’s voice no longer reached them.

When he brought her pleasant smelling pink lip into his mouth and sucked on it, Machina vacantly closed her eyes again. She then wrapped her arms around his neck with the familiarity of lovers with years of experience. They seemed to be creating their own private world.

“Your mouth smells like apples.”

After moving a bit away, he poked at her cherry blossom petal shaped lips with his tongue and licked off the overflowing saliva. The girl let him without opening her eyes.

“I want to eat more of you.”

“…Ah.”

They said little, but she opened her mouth as if their hearts were connected.

While realizing this was his first time to be the one doing it, he gently stuck his tongue inside.

Her mouth was soft and warm. The plentiful saliva that wrapped around his invading tongue left the greatest impression. It ever so slightly smelled of apples.

(Her mouth is delicious. …Ah.)

As he started growing dizzy from the sweet aroma of her saliva, he found her tongue at the bottom.

When he gently teased it, she quickly realized what he wanted and stuck it out. He did not hesitate to lick all over it. The air caught below her tongue made obscene noises.

(Her tongue…is so sticky and cute.)

Their sticky tongues pressed against each other for a while as he tasted her mouth.

(Um, you do it like this, right?)

“Nfhn…”

He deepened the kiss further.

He poked at the tip of her tongue with quick vibrato movements and sucked at the base without warning. His clever mouth caress led Machina to blow air from her nose.

(This is turning her on. So next I should do…this.)

He focused on tickling just the base. That was enough for her eyebrows to twist and her closed eyelids to twitch.

But Mutsuki was only getting started. He slowly licked up to the tip…or pretended to. Halfway up her tongue, he moved to her teeth and gums where he started tickling and poking at her.

“Nnah…”

Machina cried out in irritation.

After plenty of teasing, he wrapped his tongue around hers and powerfully sucked at it. That was enough for her slender spine to react. Her large b.r.e.a.s.t.s bounced from the movement and the pink tips stood erect.

Mutsuki had learned both techniques from Lucia. He was not sure he had perfectly copied the tongue technique that had charmed a fellow boy, but he did know the girl’s breathing had quickened.

(And next…♪)

He pressed the bottom of his tongue below her tongue and slowly stroked it back and forth.

This was a technique Micha had taught him. That was the most ticklish spot of the mouth and this was the best method of bringing pleasure there. As he rubbed that erogenous zone, saliva began dripping from her mouth like love juices from a v.a.g.i.n.a.

He sucked it in and tried swallowing it. It also had a hint of apple juice flavor.

“…Hh…”

The girl barely reacted. Even as he caressed her sticky mouth and sucked in her overflowing saliva, no displeasure or embarra.s.sment appeared on her face. She was just as doll-like as in the cla.s.sroom.

But…

“Fujita…-kun.”

She opened her eyes a little.

Warm tears floated in her icy eyes as heat filled the corners.

She had not told him anything, but he still gently let his own saliva flow gently into her mouth.

“…Ah…♡”

She swallowed it all as if it were the most natural thing to do.

The sounds of rain and distant thunder could be heard from outside. It was still evening, but thick clouds covered the sky and the room was incredibly dark without the lights on.

Mutsuki and Machina exchanged tongues as if trying to dissolve them in each other’s mouths.

“Um… You two?”

This had only been a game to hide her own embarra.s.sment, but at some point, the other two had gotten serious. Ange tried to interject, but…

“Ibekusa-san, your body is so s.e.xual.”

“…~~”

“Ah ha ha. Sorry, but it really is wonderful.”

Her voice did not reach them.

As he attacked the girl’s mouth to the point of swapping out all of her saliva with his own, Mutsuki’s hands returned to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. He traced his hands along their outlines and kneaded them.

Machina’s body had enough feminine curves to charm even another girl like Ange. To enjoy those lines, Mutsuki’s fingers traced down to her navel. But they suddenly moved back up and pinched her nipples that looked like freshly-bloomed cherry blossoms.

(He…really is lewd.)

Watching was enough to be infected by the obscene atmosphere, so the angel started fidgeting her hips without noticing.

Rubbing her thighs together, pulled the plump flesh of her b.u.t.t to either side and let the corner of the desk in between. She frantically started to lift her hips, but…

“I’m going to touch you, okay?”

Mutsuki’s hand moved even further down than Machina’s navel.

Ange relaxed her legs and pressed her hips against the corner.

“Nnah…”

Mutsuki wrapped his hand around the warm mound he could feel through her striped panties.

A low cry escaped the girl’s lips.

Ibekusa Machina tended to remain silent, so hearing her voice at all was a rare treat. He had always liked its beautiful bell-like quality, but when a sensual tone was mixed in, it was enough to stimulate his male instincts. Mutsuki could not help but suck at her lips even more. He could not find a good time to stop kissing her.

(Ibekusa-san… This is Ibekusa-san. I’m doing…this…with Ibekusa Machina-san…)

He was kissing her and petting her half-naked body.

“Nn…nnnn.”

He had always thought this cla.s.smate was beyond his reach, but they were now kissing like lovers.

Her curly hair always looked messy even when it had been well brushed, her white skin looked like it was made from a film of pale milk, and her scent was sweeter than Ange’s and sourer than Micha’s.

He loved everything about her. He thoroughly groped the honey field he had in his grasp. The elastic mound softly swelled further in his hand.

“Kfah… Hah… Nn… Fujita…-kun.”

(Her voice is so s.e.xual now.)

He had attacked her lips with the tongue techniques of an angel and a demon, he had attacked her b.r.e.a.s.t.s with the technique that had left an adult like Micha and a child like Ange dizzy, and now he teased her crotch with the thoroughness of a loving parent. The beautiful girl was as h.o.r.n.y as she was ever going to be.

Her usual lack of reaction made her arousal all the more obvious when her cheeks grew flushed, her breathing grew heavy, and she occasionally let out quiet moans.

The more of his saliva she swallowed, the more obedient she grew. She had initially closed her legs in embarra.s.sment, but they were now spread to welcome him in.

(The surrounding flesh is so soft… and her b.u.t.t is really warm.)

He gently rubbed the hidden lips that grew obscenely visible through her panties when she spread her thighs. That was enough for Machina to sensitively furrow her brow and wrap her soft tongue around his in place of words.

The hills of her b.u.t.t were just as ideally large as her bust. Seductively tight thighs were located at the base of the lovely legs extending from her perfectly slender hips. Her deep gray socks covered her tight calves. Every part of her body was perfect.

And that body grew more flushed with every movement of his arm and of his fingertips. An embarra.s.sing stain grew on her panties.

(I want her.)

His heart was dyed by a dark desire that kept appearing and disappearing within him.

(I want to make Ibekusa-san mine.)

His hesitation and conscious shook his heart, but he was fixated on that one point.

And in that instant…

“…!”

Ange’s shoulders gave a jerk as she watched from behind.

“…Can I?”

But Mutsuki ignored the other girl, moved his hands behind Machina’s beautiful hips, and grabbed the cloth in his way.

The girl still said nothing, but she did move her hands behind her and lifted up her hips. This was less of a “you can” and more of a “please do”.

He slowly slid down the panties while continuing to kiss her. The sweat-soaked nylon striped panties stuck to her skin. He almost had to roll them down and, as he did, a single line of sticky liquid formed a bridge between the fabric and her virgin flesh.

“You’re so wet. I’m glad you got this h.o.r.n.y for me.”

He rubbed her porcelain-smooth b.u.t.t and dazzlingly tight thighs as he whispered in her ear.

She must have been embarra.s.sed because her cheeks reddened and she looked to the side.

But she still spread her legs with her knees up in an M-shape. Mutsuki only had to lower his gaze a little to see the most precious part of her body.

Her nectar-covered flesh was a lot different from Micha’s in more than just the skin color. His thorough petting had left her incredibly wet, but the outer flower petals were still closed.

When he gently spread them with his fingers and peered inside, he found the same pink flesh as with Micha, but the shape was different. The folds hid the v.a.g.i.n.a like they were forming a lid.

“…Ibekusa-san.”

Looking at it was enough to fill him with excitement. His mind went blank.

He could not go any further. This was only a game. It was only meant to satisfy Ange, so even kissing her and removing her panties had been going too far. It should have been over after he touched her b.r.e.a.s.t.s a little. And yet…

He unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard, erect object. He had not cleaned up after c.u.mming earlier, so the smell of the dried milky substance wafted from his boxers.

(I’ll make her mine.)

As if to convey his desire, he rubbed the hard thing against her knees and thighs.

“…~?”

As Mutsuki gave into his dark desires, Ange reacted before Machina did. As she watched on, she felt an almost painful throbbing running through the center of her skin. Both of her hands were holding the spot pressed against the corner of the desk.

“What is this? The Serpent’s Eye? …No, it isn’t open.”

“…”

Machina’s usually narrowed eyes briefly widened in surprise at the exposed p.e.n.i.s, but…

“Be…”

She lay back on the bed with her legs still spread.

“Be…gentle.”

A nearby lightning strike shook the apartment window with its thunderclap.

The boy leaned over the girl and carefully pressed his weight on the point of insertion.

He had tried a few different positions with Micha and missionary had been one of them, but he was still nervous. His cla.s.smate’s interior was surprisingly tight and he felt like he would break the walls if he forced it inside. He used the plentiful wetness to slowly deepen their bond.

Micha’s had felt like an infinitely-deep and muddy swamp, but Machina’s truly was a tunnel of flesh with a comfortable elasticity to it.

It resisted him with the writhing movements of a living creature, but he could feel himself forcibly expanding it. And…

“Ah…ahhh…”

The painful tones escaping his silent cla.s.smate fanned the flames of Mutsuki’s animalistic side.

He slowly moved his hips forward and back, wringing further lubricant from the delicate structure. 

As his tip slid forward, it would further pry open her sensitive flesh.

(Wow… Am I dreaming? I’m having…)

He was so moved by the situation that he very nearly came from that alone, so he gathered his strength to hold back.

(I’m having s.e.x with Ibekusa-san. …Hm?)

He felt like something struck the head buried inside her. At the same time, Machina’s body gave a sharp jerk from the deepest point of her slender waist.

Dense as he was, Mutsuki initially thought he had imagined it, but when he moved his hips further in, he felt something tearing. And with each movement, the soft swellings of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s would bounce and her mature hipline would wriggle. Only then did he catch on.

“Ibekusa-san, you mean…?”

“…”

She nodded.

His experience was based on Micha, so he had completely overlooked this possibility. This girl had the most developed body in their cla.s.s, but she was still his age.

“S-sorry. I, um…”

“This is not a problem.”

The girl wrapped her arms around the boy’s neck as he panicked.

“If you are…gentle, then this is not a problem.”

Her tone was as unconcerned as ever.

Even inside her holy ground, the melting folds of flesh contracted and wrapped around the swollen invader as if guiding it deeper inside.

There was no way he could run away now. No man would pull out here. Mutsuki’s only option was to make her deflowering as nice a memory as he could.

He wrapped his arms around her back. He could feel the head swelling out further as it slid further down the delicate pathway of flesh.

“Ibekusa-san.”

Would it be pathetic to say “thank you”? Instead, he stroked her curly hair and finished penetrating her down to the base.

He then bent his upper body downward so the two of them lay on the bed together. He embraced the vibrant aroma of a young girl with an active metabolism. To reduce the shock of her deflowering as much as possible, he stuck his tongue in the mouth he had already developed into an erogenous zone and he rubbed her hardened nipples.

Painful sighs occasionally escaped her covered lips.

(She feels completely different from Micha-san. Oh, she twitches inside when I squeeze her nipples.)

This felt different from when he had lost his virginity. He enjoyed how the youthful internal flesh sucked at him, how warm the sticky fluids were, and how a wave of convulsions would occasionally leave her womb and pa.s.s through her tightened flesh.

Suddenly, he noticed something different.

(Um, this is her cervix, isn’t it? And…)

As the head hit the donut-shaped flesh, it felt like raw rubber. That he recognized, but…

“Fwah!”

He only moved his hips a little, but she cried out louder than ever before.

The boy now wanted to check on this all the more, so he lifted his hips again and again. It was simply a thrusting motion. It was nothing special and he only slid his erection up and down inside her, but…

“Gh! Kh! ~~~!”

Each time, her eyes opened wide.

He felt a b.u.mpy area on the navel-side of her v.a.g.i.n.a. When he pressed his p.e.n.i.s into it, the head seemed to fit in perfectly.

This was the lewdest part of the female body that he had only occasionally sc.r.a.ped against with Micha.

In Machina’s body, it sucked at his p.e.n.i.s as if returning the favor. It seemed to be measuring his length and girth.

(Does this mean…we’re a perfect match?)

“Ah…wah. …Ahn…ahn.”

Every slight movement kept a constant stream of moan’s coming from the usually silent girl.

Filled with excitement, Mutsuki gave more momentum to his flesh pillar.

The p.e.n.i.s dug in so perfectly that his each and every move stimulated that spot of s.e.xual pleasure. Machina’s usual expressionless look crumbled and her melting face began to sob.

“Ibekusa-san, does this feel good?”

“Ah…nn… Meany.”

“Good. Then I’ll make you feel even better.”

He wanted to see her even further lost in pleasure, so he rubbed his rod against her weak point.

She bit her lip in embarra.s.sment to quiet her moans. But even if she could bear with the pleasure, she could not hold back the instinctual womanly bliss coming from her cervix. The moans overflowed from her lips no matter how hard she tried.

Her legs in black socks wrapped around the boy’s waist and crossed behind him.

(She’s so cute. …O-oh, no.)

Mutsuki’s face grew red as well.

Even after Lucia milked him and he self-destructed with Ange, a new s.e.xual torrent was recharging at the base of his p.e.n.i.s.

The rest was simple. His beautiful crush held their bodies together and writhed about with her large b.r.e.a.s.t.s bouncing all the while. One look at the blatant pleasure on her normally composed and expressionless face was almost enough to make him c.u.m.

At some point, the girl had even started rolling her slender hips a bit.

“…Hh…nn…uhn…”

No matter how much she suppressed her embarra.s.sing moans, the ecstasy covering her face was impossible to hide. She lifted her hips as if performing a bridge to actively rub her constricting nectar flesh against Mutsuki’s p.e.n.i.s.

“Nn, Ibekusa-san, you like having your deepest parts teased, don’t you?’

“Don’t…say it.”

She bent her eyebrows in blissful agony, but did not have it in her to lie and simply nodded. She nodded clearly enough that her bouncing b.r.e.a.s.t.s. .h.i.t her chin.

“…”

The boy’s dam crumbled at that admission.

“I-I’m going to c.u.m… Can I? Can I c.u.m inside?”

He whispered something so bold not even he could believe it.

“I want to c.u.m inside you. I want to fill you with my s.e.m.e.n.”

Even as his mind grew foggy with the pleasure of his approaching e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n, he was not just saying that.

He wanted to climax inside her. He wanted to dye her womb and the inside of her body in his color.

“…~~”

Surprisingly, she nodded without even having to think about it.

In fact, she gave an intoxicated look at the thought of him conquering every nook and cranny of her v.a.g.i.n.a and even her womb.

“Please…”

Her v.a.g.i.n.a squeezed down along the entire shaft and head.

“Please…c.u.m inside me.”

“~~!”

The waves of release traced along the nerves of his lower body, he felt pleasure like every pore on his body was opening, and he trembled like an excited horse.

She lifted her v.a.g.i.n.a toward him and he thrust his p.e.n.i.s inside even harder than before. It was enough to distort the shape of her donut-like cervix.

“~~~ Ahh… So deep…”

The shock was enough for the girl’s entire body to jerk. Her milk-colored bust gave a large bounce a short moment later. Her nectar field spewed out syrup like someone was scooping it out with a spoon and the folds of her v.a.g.i.n.a gave a new reaction. They stopped swelling out sideways and instead sucked the invading object upwards.

“Ah… Ibekusa-san… You’re…amazing inside…”

“Ah, ah, nn… Fhah… Hur…ry…”

Wrapped in her reacting v.a.g.i.n.a, his p.e.n.i.s and his entire lower body felt so good he thought they would melt. The fleshy organ swelled out further and the enlarged flesh plunged even deeper into her womanhood.

He would press in on the cervix when he thrust in and the thick head would rub against her sensitive spot when he pulled out

That vortex of double s.e.xuality travelled up and down her crotch. Her pleasure grew with each excavation and her sweaty b.r.e.a.s.t.s bounced endlessly.

“Hurry… Give it to me.”

She begged him with her hoa.r.s.e voice.

“Hurry… Fill me…with your…”

“—————!”

Just as his erection swelled to its limit, her nectar flesh tightened to its limit.

The male organ and the female flesh pressed so tightly together they seemed to become a single ent.i.ty. The borderline between them vanished. Boy and girl became one at the point of penetration.

“~~~~~~Nnah!”

“!”

As his lips sought another kiss, Mutsuki reached his limit. Their lips met as his pulsating organ filled her womb with its milky liquid.

“Kfh…hh…~~~”

As the torrent struck the sensitive back of her womb, the girl obscenely wriggled her slender hips at the approaching o.r.g.a.s.m.

Machina rarely showed emotion, but the pleasure enveloping her was even more obvious than with a normal girl. Her normally expressionless form was dyed with seductive joy as convulsions rose from her womb, were amplified by the wonderful size of her bust, and shook those bowl-like objects so much they nearly lost their shape.

“Ah… Kh, Ibekusa-san.”

“…Fujita…-kun.”

They exchanged a kiss in a world where they could only see each other.

Neither of them noticed Ange collapse to the floor behind them as her knees gave out.

Machina brushed back her hair that had grown soft from sweat and she crawled over to bury her face in the boy’s crotch.

Her tongue crawled across his rod that was showing signs of wilting after pumping three straight loads into her womb.

She had initially grimaced at her own fluids covering it, but when she saw the delighted look on Mutsuki’s face, she stroked her extended tongue along the shaft.

“Wah, hah. That feels good. Ah, hah. It tickles.”

“Mfh… Nnn, ahn.”

Machina’s mouth contained plenty of saliva, so a quick lick was enough to form beads of dew that made his rod s.h.i.+ne wetly. After coating it with her saliva, she made smaller strokes like a kitten which tickled more than it felt good.

Not only had he felt compatibility down to the bottom of their hearts as he had s.e.x with his crush, but now she was orally pleasuring him. Mutsuki felt like he was dreaming.

He sat on the bed with his legs stretched out and she had crawled over to bring her head in from the side.

Her back was hunched over, so he only had to reach over to scoop up her bouncing b.r.e.a.s.t.s or stretch a little further to reach her hips. She had not fixed her clothes, so she was only wearing her s.h.i.+rt and socks. His fingertips easily slipped between her hips.

“Kfhn, nn, nnn.”

Machina still said very little, but she had started moaning much more easily in this short period of time.

Mutsuki grabbed and groped her plump b.u.t.t and reached a finger toward the alluring region in the center. He traced a finger across the nice indentation of the puckered opening that felt warm to the touch.

She had allowed him her body, but she still looked troubled as he teased her a.s.shole. But an intoxicated look finally filled her eyes and she returned the erection to her mouth. Her cheeks tightened onto it and her tongue wrapped stickily around it.

“Wah… Y-you don’t have to blow me that lewdly.”

“Nfh…nnm…”

As if to say it was his fault, she jerked her chin around to pleasure his erection with her entire head.

She sometimes started to choke when she brought it too deep into her throat and she was less skilled than Micha, but she made up for inexperience with pa.s.sion. She was clearly falling into a state of ecstasy as he teased her a.n.u.s. A longing wetness filed her eyes as she sucked the almost bluish-red p.e.n.i.s.

“Ah ha ha. Ibekusa-san.”

He wanted to see her face some more, so he used his other hand to brush back her hair and called her name.

She looked blankly up at him. Her eyes were narrowed as always, so she looked like a sleepy kitten.

Not only was she cute, but he was speaking with Ibekusa Machina like they were lovers.

(She belongs to me.)

A dark elation filled him.

He had felt this emotion a few times already: when he had become one with Machina, when he had kissed her, and when he had decided to go on the attack with Ange.

In fact, this emotion had taken root somewhere in his heart ever since the Serpent’s Eye had first opened three weeks before.

“…Ah, ah…”

Suddenly, he heard a weak cry behind him.

He looked back to find Ange crouched on the floor.

Her legs were turned to the side and she sat on top of them.

And she was rubbing her b.u.t.t against her left heel.

“…”

Mutsuki wordlessly reached out a hand. He bent his upper body a little to show her his left thigh. With Machina leaning in from the right, that spot was free.

The girl crawled across the floor like she was hypnotized and leaned onto that spot. Beyond her fluttering red hair, her wet blue eyes were unfocused. And her indistinct gaze was focused on a single point: the object buried down to the base in their cla.s.smate’s mouth.

“Nn…ph.”

“…Thank you.”

After the other girl removed her mouth, Ange closed her vacant eyes and kissed the erect, dark-red head as if she had no choice.

The angel’s lips were thinner than Machina’s and felt more sticky and raw than they did soft. The sensation shook Mutsuki’s heart.

(Yes, both of them…)

Machina began licking the base and his b.a.l.l.s. She had no real knowledge of this, so Ange simply gave quick but pa.s.sionate licks to the urethral opening and the underside of the shaft. Their normally intelligent and dignified expressions were completely forgotten as they mindlessly sucked at it like sister kittens indulging in catnip.

“G.o.d is the only perfect being in this world. And…”

Lucia’s words replayed in his mind.

“That G.o.d was the one that gave you your power.”

“Kyah…”

The sixth eruption that day burst onto Ange’s face.

White lines were drawn through the air like tracer rounds as the hot liquid spewed again and again from the swollen head. The girl quickly closed her eyes, but she forgot to move out of the way and everything from her cheeks to her lovely red hair was dirtied. Despite how many times he had already c.u.m, he produced plenty of s.e.m.e.n. The amount that trailed down the bottom of his p.e.n.i.s dripped onto Machina’s face for the first e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n to reach her anywhere but in the womb.

The pleasure alone had weakened after so many times, so the boy watched the scene in a pleasant daze. Without aiming the tip away, he watched as his own bodily fluid dirtied the two girl’s faces.

(Both of them are mine…)

And that dark emotion filled him all the while.