Chapter 97: Deflowered…

Akira hooked his thumbs into the waistband of Aoi’s soaked panties, the fabric clinging stubbornly to her skin like it didn’t want to let go.

He tugged them down slowly, peeling them away from her puffy, glistening pussy. The fabric was drenched, strings of her arousal stretching between the material and her folds before snapping.

He slid them over her thighs, down her legs, and off her ankles, pocketing them with a smirk. “These are mine now. A reminder of how wet you get when you’re breaking rules.”

Aoi lay there on the art table, legs still spread wide, her open shirt framing her heaving breasts in the white bra. Her pussy was fully exposed now: pink lips swollen and parted, inner folds slick and shiny with her cum. Her clit was red and throbbing from the two orgasms he’d already wrung from her.

The musky scent of her release filled the air, mixing with the faint smell of paint and dust in the room. She looked up at him with wide, hazy eyes, her cheeks flushed a deep red, blonde hair dishevelled.

“Akira-kun… I’ve… I’ve never done something like this before,” she whispered in a small, trembling voice.

There was a vulnerability there, her “good girl” persona cracking under the weight of her desires. She bit her lip, glancing toward the unlocked door again.

Akira paused, his hands on her thighs, thumbs tracing circles on the soft inner skin. He interpreted it mostly as the public aspect: the thrill of fingering and eating her out in a school art room, where SPIU agents or anyone could interrupt.

But a small part of him wondered if it went deeper; she was the prim class rep, always so controlled, so innocent in her daily life. Maybe she meant more than just the setting. She must be a virgin, right?

His cock strained against his pants, the head already leaking precum at the thought of being her first. “You mean like this? Exposed, risking everything?” he asked, feeding into her shame play. “Don’t worry. I’ll make it feel good. You’re safe with me… our secret.”

She nodded, her breath coming in short gasps, but her eyes held that coiled hunger. “Y-yes… all of it. Just… be gentle at first?”

He unzipped his pants, shoving them down along with his boxers. His thick cock sprang free, the shaft curving slightly upward, the swollen head glistening with precum.

It bobbed heavily between them, a bead of fluid dripping from the slit.

Aoi’s eyes widened, staring at it: her first real look at a cock up close, the size making her pussy clench in anticipation and a hint of nerves. “It’s… big,” she murmured, reaching out tentatively to touch it, her fingers wrapping around the base.

The skin was hot and smooth, pulsing under her grip, the veins throbbing against her palm.

Akira groaned softly at her touch, his hips twitching forward. “Stroke it. Feel how hard you make me.” He ordered gently, watching her hand move up and down the length, her thumb smearing the precum over the head.

“Am I doing it right, Akira-kun?” she asked, unsure if she was doing it to his liking.

“Yeah, just like that.”

The sensation was electric: her soft, inexperienced grip squeezing just right, sending jolts through his balls. But he wanted more; he wanted to claim her, to tease her until she broke completely.

He stepped closer, positioning the fat head of his cock at her entrance, rubbing it up and down her slick folds. Her juices coated him immediately, making the tip shiny and slippery.

The heat from her pussy radiated against him, her entrance twitching as he nudged it. “You want this inside you? Filling that tight virgin pussy?”

Aoi’s breath hitched at the word “virgin,” confirming his suspicion, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she nodded, her hands gripping his shoulders. “Yes… please. I want you to be my first. But… here? With the door…”

“That’s what makes it perfect,” he whispered, shame and praise mixing in his tone. “My good little class rep, losing her virginity on an art table, legs spread like a slut. No one will know, but we will.”

He pushed forward slowly, the head breaching her entrance, stretching her tight walls inch by inch. She was soaking wet but so incredibly tight, her pussy resisting at first, then yielding with a wet pop as the crown slipped inside.

Aoi cried out in pain, squeezing her eyes shut as she dug her nails into his shoulders. “Ah! It hurts… Akira, it’s too big…” Her walls clamped down hard, a sharp sting radiating from where he split her open, a trickle of her virgin blood mixing with her arousal.

Akira froze, half-buried inside her, the smooth heat gripping him like a fist. “Shh, breathe. You’re doing so well… such a brave girl taking my cock.” He praised her, one hand stroking her cheek, the other rubbing slow circles on her clit to ease the burn.

The sharp, unfamiliar pain lingered for a moment, but as he stayed still, letting her adjust, a warmth began to build. Her body relaxed slightly, the sting fading into a full, stretching ache that bordered on pleasure.

Aoi opened her eyes, tears glistening at the corner, but she pulled him closer with her legs, hooking them around his waist. “Don’t stop… keep going. I can take it.”

Akira groaned, thrusting into her slowly at first, burying just the head of his cock inside her tight heat. He pulled back almost all the way out, teasing her entrance, before pushing in again, going a little deeper this time, stretching her walls inch by inch.

She whimpered as he repeated the motion, drawing out nearly to the tip, then sliding back in with a firm thrust, sinking further with each stroke, her pussy yielding to his girth.

Her fleshy tunnel was warm, moist, and tightened around him, the initial sharp feeling giving way to a deep, throbbing pleasure.

Finally, with one last deep plunge, he sheathed himself fully, his balls pressing against her ass, her rippling walls clenching in waves of bliss. “Oh… it’s… it’s starting to feel good,” she gasped, her hips rocking tentatively, grinding her clit against his pubic bone.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Akira grunted, pulling back slowly, feeling her walls drag along his shaft, then thrusting back in.

The motion was smoother now, her juices lubricating everything. Wet sounds filled the room: ’slap, squelch’ as he built a rhythm.

Her pussy stretched around him, moulding to his shape, the friction intense and perfect. He leaned down, capturing a nipple through her bra while pinching the other, adding layers of sensation.

Aoi moaned louder, forgetting the door for a moment, her body arching into his thrusts. The pain was gone, replaced by a building ecstasy… each plunge hitting deep, rubbing that spot inside her that made stars burst behind her eyes.

“Harder… please, order me to take it,” she begged, her kinks finally surfacing fully.

“Take my cock like the secret slut you are,” he commanded, slamming in harder, the table creaking under them. “Cum on it, show me how much you love breaking rules.”

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