After an awkward lunch split with Sensei, it's after school.
"Yeah, good. You've gotten real skilled at sucking, Natsuki-san."
"Nn… glk…"
I'd called Natsuki-san to the usual back-of-the-school bathroom.
Amid distant sports club shouts from the field, the cramped stall echoes with her ragged breaths and the wet slurps of my spit-soaked dick.
"Look, it's dripping. Take it deeper."
"Ngh… nn… nn!"
Kneeling between my legs, she rocks her ponytail hard, bobbing fast.
Staring down at her, the conquest vibe hits hard.
The act feels good, sure, but blowjobs? It's the visual and mental rush—that's the core.
Thing is, in this gender-skewed world, my spot's more like a pitiful guy drowning in women's lust.
Doing, being made to do, making her—it's all muddled. I'm not synced with this place's logic, but it's no hassle, so whatever.
Anyway, I've got another goal here.
Checking her Golden Week plans.
"Hey, Natsuki-san, got anything going for Golden Week?"
"Nn… nmuh?"
Cheeks bulging with my dick's shape, she glances up.
Her tongue's working overtime in there, lapping me up.
"Pwah… helping Mom at the shop all break."
"Oh, she's out of the hospital? Nice. How's she holding up?"
"Just got out yesterday—not fully recovered, but she's opening early tomorrow so she has time for her rehab. I'm pitching in."
She visited a lot during the hospital stay, and now this.
Looks like a delinquent, but she's a solid kid inside.
Still, with her mom back, my "crash at the sexy fuck buddy's place" plan's toast.
"Got it. Good luck helping."
"Yeah. Just taking orders, though—not much else I can do."
"What about that breakfast you made? That toast sandwich was killer."
Proper coffee-shop morning vibes.
Could've been served for real.
"That? Just copying Mom—nowhere near customer-ready. You're… y'know, my guinea pig."
"Oh? I'd eat it again. Happy to be your test dummy anytime."
"R-Really?"
Blushing yankee girl—cute.
"So yeah, no time over the break. Take care of this yourself meantime… nmu."
She flicks my spit-drenched dick with a finger, then swallows it deep again.
Payback for her tease—I'll tease back.
"Guh, ugh!"
I ram it in as she tries to ease it down.
Pinning her head, I hit her throat, locking her still.
"Mmph, mmmph…!"
Can't breathe, probably.
She slaps my knee in protest, wheezing.
Tears well as she glares—I let go, stroking her hair gently.
Then—
"…Nn… mmu…"
Her throat flexes, tongue teasing my dick again.
That weird sensation pulls the cum right up.
"Gonna blow."
"…Nn, muh."
Already deep, she buries her face harder into my crotch.
Welcoming me like that, I unload straight into her throat, no holding back.
"…Nnnn!"
Her nails dig into my pants on my knee.
Shaking hard, she clings to my dick, sucking like she won't spill a drop.
Even peaking, she keeps it in her mouth.
Soon, her tongue stirs again.
Her clawing hand slips under her skirt, making wet squelches.
The ponytail starts rocking back and forth.
"No pullout for round two? Greedy."
"Shuddup… nn, nnh, umm! …Nnh!"
Gagging on throat thrusts, tears streaming, she sucks harder, fingers speeding up below.
Later, I came in her mouth twice more, then flipped her skirt for one round from behind—just to mess with her.
So, both fuck buddies shot down my sleepover hopes.
Golden Week's first day hits with no plans locked in.