After finishing the second event, we had a busy time: fishing, making deals with the guys, paying a brief visit to the Jofu party (where I was invited to stay over), and so on.
But I hadn’t forgotten.
Up until now, I’d already lost my virginity to childhood friend Chiyu, the pure beauty Shi-on, and Seko, that gyaru who’s gentle even with otaku. The next morning after each of those encounters, we had all this time to just… be intimate.
But it was different with Fuka-hou. Since she had an event the morning after our first time, we never got that chance.
Even after the event, schedules were packed and it was hard to find the time, but finally, the moment arrived.
Back home, I told them I’d go out to gather materials before dinner was ready, and left the house.
“Fuka-hou.”
“Sousuke-san…”
We were inside a forest, having confirmed no one was watching.
Fuka-hou’s black hair, tied into a ponytail, swayed as she gazed at me with moistened eyes.
My face and Fuka-hou’s drew closer, and before either of us realized it, our lips met.
“Chu, chu… mmm…”
Those brief, tender kisses where only our lips touched lasted just a few seconds before shifting into a devouring kiss.
With the same fervor she applied to her studies, she tangled her tongue with mine.
The fact that the earnest class president was clinging to me so desperately only fueled my arousal further.
Seeing her sink into the lewd acts she described, driven purely by her own will, was incredibly lascivious.
The sheer fact that she was the only one I wanted elicited an overwhelming surge of ecstasy.
Refusing to be outdone, I licked her mouth, only for her to suddenly suck my tongue in. It felt like she was using my tongue as a dildo, performing cunnilingus with her lips.
“Juu… jluur… zhuurr… mnh… fuh… jluuruur”
Before we realized it, we had locked arms in a tight embrace, but Fukumi clung to me as if she would never let go. The reality of being desired by my lover, coupled with the sensation of her twin breasts pressed against my chest, drove my arousal to a fever pitch regardless of my will.
Fukumi kissed me with her eyes closed, but when they suddenly opened, I saw that her usually rational gaze was now misty with tears and burning with lust.
She was probably seeing the same thing in my eyes right then.
Realizing we were completely consumed by each other, we became even more entangled, ignoring the drool dripping down our chins as we devoured every part of each other’s lips.
It was a moment so blissful that I could have just been kissing her for hours, but there was the restriction that dinner needed to be ready.
She must have had the same thought, for she reluctantly released her hands from my back and slowly lowered her head.
Fukumi carefully unbuckled my belt, undid the button, and slid the zipper down.
It turned out my briefs were already on the verge of tearing.
And even in that state, it was clear.
I’d been moving around quite a bit today, and since I hadn’t showered yet, my sweat was lingering in the air.
Shinpo must have sensed it deeply, yet she didn’t make a single disgusted face; instead, her expression became one of ecstasy.
“You made me feel this way,” she said.
“Ah, yeah.”
“That’s wonderful.”
With a smile that was part shy bashfulness and part proud pride, Shinpo pulled down her panties.
Boosted by the effects of the vitality-enhancing drug, my enlarged member was exposed to the air, and the sensation made my hips tremble.
And then, an accident occurred.
My cock shot out with a bloop, and I don’t know how it happened, but it smacked her cheek right on.
Slapping someone’s cheek with your crotch member is a scene that most people in life probably never experience, and I hurriedly apologized.
“I-I’m sorry!”
She looked surprised for a moment, but there was no sign of her being displeased.
On the contrary, she voluntarily pressed her cheek against my cock and looked up at me with eyes tilted upward.
“Hehe, it’s okay to worry about that. I am Sōsuke-san’s… your lover, after all. I’m happy that you got this hard and rushed into me with such force.”
After a long, entranced exhale, she opened her mouth and guided my cock to the warm, soft, and gooey spot inside.
“Guh.”
I felt as if only my crotch had been dipped into a warm bath.
But it wasn’t just that.
Her tongue coaxed the rod deeper inside, and as she expelled the air from her mouth, an overwhelming sense of tight, intimate connection was achieved.
Without a single spot left unexplored, touching only flesh, tongue, or mucus, the rod was immersed in nothing but peak pleasure, constantly drowning in it.
The juicy slap slap sounds—far from what one would expect of such an earnest class president—seeped into the forest, and with every thrust forward and back of her head, a sweet, tingling numbness so intense it made her dizzy raced up from her hips to her brain.
“Fu-fu… is that good for you?”
Looking up at me with her eyes, she watched my reaction and smiled happily.
Combined with seeing such a side of Fuka, the excitement quickly rose to its peak.
The limit arrived in less than ten minutes.
Perhaps sensing the swelling right before ejaculation, she narrowed her eyes into slender arcs.
“Mm… Yes, just like this…”
The moment Fuka gave permission, the breaking point came, and a thick white fluid shot out from the tip.
It gushed out in large quantities as if someone had twisted open a tap; Fuka made a surprised face, “Mm…!?”, but she did not let go of his mouth until the very end.
After the rod spasmed whoosh whoosh over and over again, expelling the final drop.
She slowly withdrew the shaft from her mouth and opened her lips toward me.
The sheer volume of it was staggering, even to myself, but Fuka swallowed it in several separate gulps, taking every drop into her stomach.
“Fuka, you don’t have to…”
It was ironic for me to say such a thing since I was the one who had ejaculated, but she wasn’t actually obligated to drink it all.
The information had been shared around Chiyu, and everyone was just doing this because they knew I’d be pleased about it; there was no absolute requirement involved.
After swallowing the last of it, Fuka coughed a few times before smiling at me.
“It’s fine. As long as Sou-suke is happy, I don’t mind. Or… are you not happy?”
“No… honestly, it turns me on incredibly…”
“Glad to hear it. But… may I have some water?”
She seemed to feel a clinging sensation in her throat. And presumably, the smell was quite intense as well.
When I handed her the filled canteen, Fuka drank from it aggressively.
Once she was finished, she set the canteen on the ground and turned her back to me.
“Fuka?”
Then, she placed both hands on a nearby tree, presenting her rear end toward me.
“W-Well, Sōsuke still has plenty of energy left… would that be all right?”
She turned only her head around, her face as red as an apple.
It seemed Fujinami was inviting him from her side.
My cock remained stiff as a rock.
“How could I say no?”
I moved closer to Fujinami and flicked up her skirt, positioning myself against her waist.
What was revealed was a pair of hips boasting an impressive fullness that took my breath away.
She seemed to have some complex about them, but to me, they were nothing but one of her charms.
After being captivated for a moment, I gently lowered her panties.
“Mmph…”
By then, her secret cleft was already wet with arousal.
I quickly rolled on the condom, aligned the tip with her hole, and slowly pushed my hips forward.
Her insides constricted tightly around me, as if they were eagerly welcoming him in.
“Ah… ah! Sōsuke-kun’s…!”
Once I was fully inside, Fujinami trembled violently.
Overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure, I came to an abrupt halt. Despite having just finished a release moments ago, the ecstasy was so intense it felt like it would trigger another climax all on its own.
I waited for that towering wave of euphoria to subside before slowly guiding my hips in gentle undulations, gradually transitioning into harder, more driving thrusts.
Perhaps because we had shared this position several times before—standing up and penetrating her while she was outside—it felt instinctive to me, allowing me to find the optimal angle and rhythm despite it being our first time doing so in this manner.
Her ponytail swayed back and forth like a horse’s tail, keeping perfect time with my movements.
With every shift, her glossy nape would flash into view before disappearing again.
She seemed far less composed than I was, exhaling hot, dripping breaths in ragged gasps—「Hah… hah…」—over and over.
But the moment my movements slowed, she urged me on, whispering, 「It’s fine… so please…」
Heeding her words, I swung my hips with single-minded abandon, the pleasure intensifying with every stroke.
The wet slapping sounds of our hips and buttocks colliding rang out in succession—bap, bap, bap—while our heavy, ragged breathing spoke volumes about our mutual excitement.
With each thrust, beads of sweat flew from our bodies in visible sprays. I could almost register the exact moment they popped, a heightened state of awareness that bordered on pure concentration.
「Ah…! Sousuke-san… ah. I love you…」
Hair wild and disheveled, Fumihoko repeatedly poured out her affection to me.
My chest swelled with a warm sensation, and I couldn’t help but echo her words back.
After an act that affirmed everything about us, the limit came crashing down once more.
“Miyuri……!”
“Yes……! Sōsuke…-san… like this…!”
I kept thrusting my hips, driving into her depths for the very last instant.
With such force that the shape of her buttocks seemed to change, her body bounced and shuddered.
Savoring the peak of pleasure, a clouded white fluid was ejected from my shaft.
The ecstasy was so intense I thought my hips might have been knocked clean off; it felt like it would go on forever.
In reality, it probably only lasted a few seconds, but the sense of satisfaction was immense.
“Ah…. It’s swelling up inside… I can hear it—bloop, bloop, blub-blub. You’re putting in so much, Sōsuke-san…”
It seemed Miyuri could feel the white fluid pooling at the tip of the condom.
Due to Chiya’s “Stamina Enhancement,” my member is currently performing like the protagonist of a harem manga, so it might not even be an exaggeration.
Slowly withdrawing my hips, I felt the latex catch on her walls.
I held the condom in place as I pulled it away. Mifuku flinched for a split second, making a small “nn” sound before a water-balloon-sized pool of semen bulged into existence.
Even to my own eyes, the volume was enough to make me recoil.
My natural virility had been climbing steadily, and with the enhancements stacked on top, things were getting pretty damn ridiculous.
So far, it hasn’t caused any issues—in fact, the pleasure I get when ejaculating has actually increased—but there’s a part of me that can’t help feeling a bit uneasy about how increasingly inhuman this is becoming.
Then again, it’s also a fact that dating four girlfriends would be nearly impossible without it.
Chiya, Shiomi, Moshiko, and Mifuku are all quite proactive about those kinds of things, and naturally, I’m happy about that too.
“Wa… Y-You came out so much. Sousei-san, I, I made you—”
It seems Mifuku often feels inferior compared to the other girls.
There’s a hint of belief that she lacks in terms of feminine charm compared to the other members of the group.
Perhaps that’s why she lights up with such joy when she can confirm that I’m excited by her.
She gently removed the condom, lifted it with one hand, and used the palm of her other hand to let the semen drip down onto it several times.
“Mi-Mifuku…?”
“I-I’m sorry. When I think of it as proof that Sousei-san got really excited for me, I…”
Fukaho blushed, her face flushing with a shy bashfulness.
Then she brought the condom to her lips, drew all of its contents into her mouth, and drained it dry.
The rubber deflated as if the previous bulge had been nothing more than an illusion, becoming completely empty.
She picked up the water bottle she had set on the ground earlier and drank some more.
“I… feel like a bubbling sensation has started inside my belly.”
It was likely because he had been done twice, combined with the fact that she had drunk so much water.
“I’m, I’m sorry. But dinner is about to be served…”
“It’s fine, don’t apologize. As long as it’s from you, Sounosuke-san, I don’t mind.”
Hearing her say that with such a coy demeanor made him feel too awkward to continue expressing his guilt.
“Uh… then, thank you.”
“Haha. Well, since knowing you’re pleased makes me happy too, that’s all I could ask for.”
After that, Fukaho lowered her gaze toward my waist.
”……It seems it will still take quite some time to recover the material.”
That was the premise under which we left the house.
And now, me leaving twice wasn’t enough to satisfy him.
“Y-Yeah. I still think I need more. Can I count on you……?”
“Of course. With that settled…… Sōsuke. Are we okay to go at it from the front next……?”
Fupō gazed at me, leaning into me in a coaxing manner.
“Ah.”
The shadows of myself and Fupō, lit by the setting sun, intertwined, and once again, the lewd sounds of water echoed around us.
The time with Fupō continued until Shouko arrived on Mashiro to look for us.
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