Chapter 96: Good Girl, Needy Girl…

Aoi’s fingers trembled as she obeyed, starting at the top button, revealing inch by inch of her pale, smooth skin. The simple white bra came into view, the lace edges hugging her full breasts, her nipples hard peaks straining against the thin fabric. “Like this? Am I… doing it right?”

“Perfect,” he praised, his eyes devouring her. The shirt hung open now, exposing her flat stomach and the gentle curve of her ribs. “You’re such a good girl for listening. But look at you, exposing yourself in the art room like a needy slut. What would everyone say if they knew? The class rep, baring her tits where anyone could walk in.”

The shame play hit her like a spark; she flushed deeper, a fresh wave of heat pooling between her legs, but her nipples tightened further, begging for touch. “They’d think I’m bad. A disappointment. But… it feels good. Forbidden. Like I’m finally free.”

“Exactly.” Akira closed the distance, his hand slipping inside her open shirt to cup her breast over the bra.

The mound was soft and heavy in his palm, overflowing slightly as he squeezed. His thumb circled the peak, rolling the nipple until it throbbed under his touch. Aoi gasped, arching into him, her back bowing off the table.

The sensation shot straight to her core, making her pussy clench emptily, wetness seeping into her panties.

“Oh… Akira-kun…” she whispered, her voice breaking. The public risk amplified everything: the door just feet away, the possibility of interruption making her skin tingle.

He smiled, guiding her hand away when she reached tentatively for his belt. “Not yet. Sit on the table and spread your legs for me.”

Aoi hopped up without hesitation, the art table creaking under her weight. Her jeans stretched tight across her thighs as she parted them, her open shirt framing her bra-covered breasts. The door was in plain view behind him, heightening the thrill.

Akira stepped between her legs, his fingers trailing up her inner thigh, feeling the denim warm from her body heat. He stopped just short of her crotch, teasing the seam. “Beg for it. Tell me how much you need my touch.”

“Please, Akira,” she whispered. “Touch me. Make me feel that rush again. I… I’m so wet already, thinking about someone walking in. It makes me ache inside.”

His cock hardened fully at her words, pressing against his zipper, but he focused on her. “Good girl. Admitting how slutty the risk makes you.”

He popped the button on her jeans, tugging the zipper down slowly. Aoi lifted her hips instinctively, helping him slide the jeans down her legs, pooling them at her ankles before kicking them off.

Her plain white cotton panties were exposed now, so innocent-looking but soaked through at the crotch with a glistening wet patch from her arousal, the thin fabric hugging her puffy lips.

Akira traced the edge of the panties, feeling the dampness. “Look at this. Soaked through, and we’ve barely started. Imagine the perfect student, dripping in the art room.”

Aoi whimpered, her hips twitching. “Please… touch me there. I need it.”

He hooked a finger under the edge of her panties, shifting the fabric to one side. Her pussy came into view: shaved smooth, lips pink and swollen, glistening with her slick juices.

The inner folds were parted slightly, her entrance twitching, a bead of wetness trailing down toward her ass. The musky scent of her arousal filled the air, sweet and heady, making Akira’s mouth water.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, his praise making her shiver. “Such a pretty, wet sight. All for me, right here where we could get caught.” He ran a single finger along her slit, parting the folds, collecting her juices. The touch was light, teasing, but she bucked into it, gasping as he circled her swollen clit.

“Ah… yes… more,” she begged, her hands gripping the table edge.

Akira obliged, sliding one finger inside her slowly. Her walls were hot and smooth, clenching around him immediately, sucking him deeper.

She was tighter than he remembered from the library, her pussy fluttering as he pumped gently, curling to hit that spongy spot inside.

Wet sounds echoed softly: ’squelch, squelch’ as he added a second finger, stretching her, his thumb pressing firm circles on her clit.

“Oh god… Akira-kun… it’s so deep,” Aoi moaned. Her breasts heaved with each breath, nipples rubbing against her bra.

She glanced at the open door and, for a split second, thought she heard a faint footstep somewhere. But instead of getting scared, it only made her wetter, her juices coating his hand, dripping down his wrist.

“You’re taking my fingers so well,” he praised, thrusting faster now, the heel of his palm grinding her clit. “But imagine if an agent walked in right now. Seeing you like this with your shirt open, panties shoved aside, and pussy clenching on my fingers. Would you cum from the shame?”

The words pushed her closer, her walls spasming. “Yes… I’d… I’d cum. It’s too much… I’m close…”

“Cum for me then,” he ordered. “Let go, Aoi. Show me how bad you can be.”

Her orgasm hit hard, her pussy squeezing his fingers tightly, releasing a stream of wetness. She bit her lip to hold back a cry, but a muffled whine escaped.

Her body shook as waves of pleasure rolled through her. Juices squirted lightly, soaking his hand and the table beneath her ass. Akira didn’t stop, pumping through it, drawing out every tremor until she slumped, panting.

“Good girl,” he whispered, pulling his fingers free with a wet pop. They glistened with her cum, and he brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean, tasting her tangy sweetness. “First one down. But we’re not done. Lay back, I want to taste you properly.”

Aoi nodded weakly and lay back on the table, her legs still spread wide. Her panties were pulled to the side, showing her pussy, which was red and swollen from her climax and still twitching. Akira knelt between her thighs, his warm breath on her sensitive skin. “Be quiet. We don’t want anyone to find us… yet.”

He leaned in, tongue flat as he licked a long stripe up her slit, savouring the salty-sweet flood of her juices.

“Arrrgghhh…” Aoi arched, a soft gasp escaping as he sucked her clit into his mouth, flicking it with the tip of his tongue.

Her hands flew to his hair, gripping as he dived deeper, tongue probing her entrance, fucking into her while his nose bumped her clit.

“Ah… your tongue… it’s inside me,” she whimpered, hips grinding against his face.

The sensory overload built fast: his wet mouth on her, the suction on her folds, and the constant reminder of the unlocked door. Footsteps sounded closer in the hall, and she tensed, but it only spiked her arousal, her pussy clenching around his tongue.

Akira hummed in approval, the vibration sending shocks through her. He added a finger again, curling it while sucking harder on her clit, building her toward the edge once more. “Cum again, Aoi. Drench my face like the needy girl you are.”

She shattered a second time, her thighs clamping around his head, pussy pulsing as fresh juices coated his chin and lips.

The orgasm was sharper, her body convulsing, a suppressed moan turning into a sob of pleasure. When it faded, she lay there trembling, her panties utterly soaked, clinging transparently to her skin.

Akira stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his cock straining painfully in his pants. “Perfect. Now, let’s get these off you; they’re ruined anyway.”

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