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Chapter 64 - Chapter 60

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Returning to the room, Nakai-san and the others soon brought dinner.

They placed the meal tray on the tatami, and one after another, luxurious Japanese dishes were laid out. Apparently, when Suzuka-chan had said, "We don't have time," she was referring to this dinner.

"Our dishes all use local ingredients," Nakai-san, who was very pleasant, explained the menu. There was tempura of wild vegetables, grilled char with salt, shabu-shabu with high-quality meat—nothing but extravagant and healthy meals that you'd rarely get to eat in everyday life.

"Are you two traveling together today, just father and daughter?"

Naturally, Nakai-san, who had mistaken us for father and daughter, asked. If you knew the usually cool Suzuka-chan, you wouldn't dare make remarks that treated her like a child, but for a first meeting, it couldn't be helped. Her appearance was undeniably that of an elementary schooler, and her un-childlike figure was now hidden beneath the inn's yukata.

"Yes. Papa is usually so busy we hardly get to spend time together, so I've been looking forward to today."

Suzuka-chan's response to Nakai-san was that of a model student. She spoke more cheerfully and with a slightly childish tone than usual—something unimaginable under normal circumstances. I knew it was an act, but Nakai-san and the others seemed to find it endearing.

"Do you love your papa?"

"Yes! I love him more than anyone in the world!"

Even knowing it was a lie, those words struck me deeply. To hear "I love you" from that Suzuka-chan—something I'd probably never experience again in my lifetime.

"Well then, enjoy yourselves tonight. There's a game corner with a ping-pong table, so feel free to play together if you'd like."

With a polite bow, Nakai-san and the others left the room. Since I'd never stayed at an inn with in-room dining before, it felt incredibly fresh.

"You're quite the actress, Suzuka-chan."

Once Nakai-san's presence had faded, I gave Suzuka-chan a wry smile. She had already reverted to her usual self and was quickly starting on her dinner.

"It's more convenient that way, right? Or would you have preferred, 'I love Papa's dick'?"

I nearly spat out my soup. If she'd said something like that, there'd be no question—I'd have been reported on the spot.

"You should eat too. The food'll get cold, you know?"

Suzuka-chan had a point. On my meager salary, I'd never get to indulge in such lavish meals, so I might as well enjoy the hospitality.

Truth be told, I'd been hoping to have sex with Suzuka-chan afterward, but she showed no signs of being in the mood. She finished her meal matter-of-factly and sipped her post-dinner orange juice just as indifferently.

Eventually, I finished eating too, and all that was left was to sleep. I was about to call the front desk from the room's old-fashioned black phone (so nostalgic) to have the futon laid out when—

"What are you doing? I never said we were going to sleep yet."

Suzuka-chan cut me off. I wondered if she was planning to skip the futon and jump straight to the main event, but—

"First to win a set. The loser has to do whatever the winner says."

Before I knew it, we were standing in front of the ping-pong table in the game corner.

On the other side stood Suzuka-chan, her yukata tied up with a sash.

"Huh?"

Stunned by the outrageous condition, I barely had time to react before she scored the opening serve ace. Apparently, she was dead serious.

Suzuka-chan didn't seem to have any prior ping-pong experience—her shots weren't particularly fast—but I wasn't much of an athlete either, barely managing to return the ball to her side.

In short, I was on par with an elementary school girl. The rallies went back and forth nicely, with points mostly coming from mutual mistakes.

Neither of us could put spin on the ball or smash it. Yet the match grew intense, and before I knew it, a small crowd of spectators had gathered.

I wondered if amateur ping-pong was even worth watching, but a glance at the spectators' gazes made me realize—

Suzuka-chan's yukata was slipping open from the vigorous movements.

With every big swing, her soft, plump curves jiggled wildly. Most of the time, only a hint of cleavage was visible, but the exposed upper portion of her chest made it obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. If things went any further, her nipples might've been on full view.

Judging by her earlier behavior in the men's bath, Suzuka-chan herself probably wouldn't have cared if her breasts were fully exposed.

But the spectators were another matter. They were eagerly waiting for the moment her alluring peaks would be revealed.

And of course, the same went for me.

I'd already been blessed with glimpses of the girl's body multiple times—both earlier and in general. There was no need to act overly grateful now, but men can't help being drawn to the thrill of a peek.

Even in the middle of a match, every time her breasts swayed enticingly, my eyes were drawn to them.

"Match point."

Before I knew it, she had me at match point.

Suzuka-chan focused intently on her final serve (the serving order was pretty arbitrary since I didn't fully grasp the rules).

That focus must've been her undoing. Her yukata had slipped open completely, exposing most of her budding swell without her even noticing.

And the moment she struck her final serve—

"Ooh."

A small cheer rose from the spectators. Suzuka-chan's yukata slid down, revealing just the tip of her right nipple.

An unexpected glimpse of an elementary schooler's budding nipple.

The pale pink bud was obscenely plump and glossy—unthinkable for a child. Someone had even been filming it on their phone, but I pretended not to notice. The chance to see a grade-schooler's budding nipple was a rare stroke of luck for anyone.

Of course, my gaze was also glued to Suzuka-chan's exposed peak. In that state, there was no way I could return her serve, and just like that, I lost to her.

"That makes me the winner."

The condition was that the loser had to obey whatever the winner said.

If I'd won, I'd planned to creampie her all night—but it seemed fate had other plans.

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"Eh…?"

When we returned to the room, the futon had already been laid out. Apparently, Suzuka-chan had arranged it in advance.

But that wasn't what surprised me.

There was only one futon spread out on the tatami.

Naturally, there was only one set of bedding.

At first glance, you might think Nakai-san and the others had miscounted the number of guests.

But that wasn't the case. After all, they'd thoughtfully placed two pillows side by side.

"Suzuka-chan… what's this?"

The scene resembled a married couple's bedroom, leaving me flustered. It was hard to believe Suzuka-chan had orchestrated this setup herself.

There had to be some ulterior motive.

My instincts told me as much.

I'd failed in my critical mission to retrieve her older sister, Aika.

I'd braced myself for her scolding as a result.

If this was part of that, there was a chance I'd be subjected to torture.

For example, being forced to share a futon with her but strictly forbidden from making a move—a form of teasing play.

Or worse—bringing in one of the men from the bath or game corner and having sex in front of me—a form of humiliation play.

The possibilities for punishment were endless.

But—

"R-Suzuka-chan…?"

The moment we entered the room, Suzuka-chan knelt by the entrance.

Without a word, she parted the sides of my yukata and pulled down my boxers.

Naturally, I was left exposed from the waist down in front of her.

The suddenness of it all left my manhood limp.

But with her small hands, she gently lifted it and began tenderly sucking with her cute mouth.

"W-why…?"

Suzuka-chan had taken me into her mouth many times before.

But those instances had always been out of necessity—to calm my erection when it became a problem.

Never once had she voluntarily taken my flaccid length into her mouth to make it hard.

"…It's not like I care or anything. I just figured you'd be feeling down after getting dumped by Sis, so I thought I'd cheer you up."

Her unexpectedly considerate words left me even more bewildered.

Despite knowing it was a lie, my dick was already rock-hard. But I still couldn't grasp her true intentions.

"T-that's…"

As I stammered, Suzuka-chan expertly stimulated my penis.

She licked my balls without hesitation while stroking my shaft, even tonguing my asshole.

Despite being drenched in sweat from ping-pong, she didn't hesitate to clean every inch of me thoroughly.

"Come here."

Once satisfied with my erection, Suzuka-chan guided me onto the futon.

Then, like a maiden on her first night, she silently turned off the lights.

It wasn't pitch black.

Moonlight streamed in from outside, so it wasn't completely dark, but most of my vision was still obscured.

Not knowing what Suzuka-chan's intentions were, I even entertained a fleeting fear that she might stab me.

But contrary to my expectations, the sound of fabric rustling reached my ears.

The sash of her yukata came undone, followed by the soft thud of something hitting the tatami. Then, something light was tossed toward the ceiling, landing with a faint rustle against the wall.

"How did you feel… when those men saw me naked in the bath?"

Her whisper reached my ear, so close I could feel her breath against my lobe.

"W-what do you mean…?"

While I was still flustered, she reached for the sash of my yukata. With effortless tug, it came undone, rendering my yukata useless.

"Did it turn you on? Or did it make you angry?"

The question caught me off guard. Apparently, Suzuka-chan had known all along that she'd been ogled in the men's bath.

To carry herself so confidently despite knowing—just how much of a prodigy was she?

"I… I don't know. You didn't seem to mind, so…"

That was my honest answer.

I didn't have a fetish for sharing my partner with other men.

But if Suzuka-chan had been violated in front of me—and not by force, but willingly, with her moaning in pleasure—I'd have felt genuinely frustrated.

"Then… what if it hadn't been me in the men's bath, but Sis?"

My heart skipped a beat.

If it hadn't been Suzuka-chan, but Aika.

A second-year middle schooler entering the men's bath was unthinkable, but if it had happened—

If Aika had bared her F-cup breasts and voluptuous (for a middle schooler) butt in front of other men—

"Would it have turned you on? I think Sis would've liked it—being ogled by men who'd get excited over her."

As she spoke, Suzuka-chan began stroking me.

The slickness could've been her saliva, my precum, or even her own fluids—I wasn't sure.

But one thing was clear: this situation was bizarre.

What was Suzuka-chan trying to get me to admit?

"How much do you know about Aika?"

Enduring the pleasure, I asked Suzuka-chan a question of my own.

How much did she know about "that truth" I'd only just learned today?

"Not much. But I could tell Sis changed after leaving that apartment. She watched a lot of foreign porn on her laptop. Probably masturbated in secret too."

I couldn't even begin to imagine that Aika watching porn and touching herself.

"Foreign" likely meant videos of me and Anna-chan.

Or perhaps uncensored videos of other men and women.

"I think Sis secretly wants to be gangbanged by a bunch of men. Her search history was full of that stuff."

I recalled Aika's words from earlier that afternoon.

The shock had blurred my memory, but she'd said something along those lines.

"But I don't think she'd actually let other men have her. Just because someone has a kink doesn't mean they'll act on it. I bet Sis was perfectly happy with just you."

Still stroking me, Suzuka-chan pushed my yukata off. Soon, my half-removed underwear followed, leaving me completely naked in the dark.

"Is… that so?"

My mind was tangled in deep thoughts, but my lower body was drowning in lewd pleasure.

An utterly hopeless situation—yet undeniably arousing.

"Say, hypothetically, there's this ultra-masochistic woman who fantasizes about being raped and then stabbed to death with a knife."

The extreme example left me speechless.

But the girl's smooth hand enveloped my erect cock, stroking it rhythmically.

Between doubt and pleasure, my thoughts grew hazy.

"But if she went through with it, she'd die. So normally, she wouldn't. Instead, she'd find the next best thing—the way to feel good without crossing that line."

Was she implying that Aika's gangbang fantasy was the same?

For a 14-year-old girl, being gangbanged by rough men would be anything but safe.

At worst, she could be violated for days and then killed to silence her.

"And even if she was passed around, there's no guarantee it'd live up to her fantasy. A hardcore lolicon might finally get to have sex with an elementary schooler, only to find her too tight to enjoy."

She added shyly, "Not that you seemed to have that problem."

Leaving aside the accuracy of her analogy, Suzuka-chan's point was that reality rarely matches fantasy.

Just because you fulfill a fantasy doesn't mean it'll feel good—and sometimes, the act itself carries too much risk.

In that case, it's better to keep it as a fantasy and find a safer way to satisfy the underlying desire.

For example, a lolicon who wants to have sex with elementary or middle schoolers would face huge risks actually doing so—and might not even enjoy it.

Better to keep it to masturbatory fantasies and stick to adult partners in reality.

As the saying goes, "Fantasy is the highest form of reality."

In your mind, you can realize any ideal—but trying to make it real inevitably leads to compromise.

"Would Aika really never let another man touch her?"

There was no way Suzuka-chan could know for sure, but I clung to the question like a lifeline.

The thought of Aika with another man was unbearable.

"Sis is smart. She wouldn't do anything that risky. I think she was happy with just this one."

As she said "this one," Suzuka-chan knelt and took my cock back into her mouth.

She slurped noisily, bobbing her head with intense rhythm.

She didn't forget to stroke the base in sync with her sucking, efficiently pushing me toward climax.

"Is Aika… a pervert?"

Suzuka-chan answered with a fierce blowjob.

If I could get turned on by an elementary schooler giving me head, I was the pervert.

Maybe everyone harbored some degree of perversion.

Anna-chan to be used as my onahole.

Mizuki's fantasy masturbation habits.

Anzu-chan's obsession with sex with adults.

Maybe we all hide it, but everyone's a little perverted deep down.

"Are you a pervert too, Suzuka-chan?"

Her mouth froze for a second at the question, but soon resumed its motion.

Intentions and excuses aside, an elementary schooler sucking off a man over twice her age couldn't not be a pervert.

Over these past few days, how many times had this raven-haired beauty made me cum?

No one does that much out of mere kindness.

She, too, was a pervert who got off on sucking an adult's dick.

"Maybe I'm the biggest pervert of all."

Even as I thought that, Suzuka-chan's mouth had me unbearably aroused.

The usually cool Suzuka-chan was on the floor, devotedly servicing me.

How could anyone not be turned on by that?

A lolicon, therefore a pervert?

But Japanese men have a high rate of lolicon tendencies.

Statistics aside, there must be countless men hiding that preference.

Actually having sex with elementary schoolers makes you a pervert?

Maybe, but real-life kids engage in plenty of risky behavior.

For a few thousand yen, there are middle schoolers willing to take an adult's cock—more than you'd think.

Chances are, every grade has at least one girl who's slept with a grown man.

So where does my perversion lie?

If I could understand that, could I also accept Aika?

I think Aika wants to come back to me.

The one refusing her is me.

I was the one who rejected Aika after she confessed her gangbang fantasy.

If I could just accept her, she'd return to Sazanami-sou.

That's how it felt.

And to do that, I needed to confront my own perversion.

"That's it, Suzuka-chan. Lick the frenulum harder."

Startled by my sudden assertiveness, Suzuka-chan hesitated but soon yielded.

That meant obeying my every word.

"Mmm—"

Obediently, she began licking the sensitive underside of my shaft.

My eyes had adjusted to the dark, but all I could see was her bobbing head between my legs.

"Ahh, perfect… An elementary schooler's mouth feels incredible…"

I gripped her head, forcing her to move up and down—a pseudo-facefuck.

"I'm gonna cum… Gonna fill this 11-year-old mouth with my load!"

"Nnngh—!"

Without waiting for her consent, I erupted down her throat.

Ropes of cum violated her innocent depths.

Holding her in place as she tried to pull away, I pumped every last drop into her stomach.

Normally, Suzuka-chan would've complained.

She hated facials and swallowing.

But in the darkness, only her ragged breaths echoed—no protests.

Maybe she was too overwhelmed to speak, but I took her silence as approval.

"Look, I'm hard again. You know what to do, right?"

In the dark, Suzuka-chan's small fingers wrapped around my already-recovered erection.

Faintly, I heard her whisper, "Amazing…"

My rapid recovery was my only point of pride.

"What should I do?"

Uncharacteristically submissive, she awaited my instructions.

I could've demanded anything, but I kept it simple.

"Do whatever you want with me."

For a moment, Suzuka-chan went still.

Until now, she'd always had a reason—calming my erection, testing my worth as a partner.

Even now, she was supposedly comforting me after my "breakup" with Aika.

In other words, there was always an excuse.

But this time was different.

I'd told her to do as she pleased.

If she truly didn't want this, she could stop right now.

Yet she didn't refuse.

Instead, she seemed to be thinking deeply, my cock still lodged in her mouth.

The sensation of an elementary schooler's mouth, combined with the darkness, sent an indescribable thrill through me.

What did Suzuka-chan really want from me?

That curiosity, mixed with the illicit setting, made my heart race.

A salaryman getting head from a nude elementary schooler in a hot spring inn—how could it not be exciting?

But Suzuka-chan remained motionless, my cock in her mouth, for nearly a minute.

She seemed lost, like a child whose carefully laid tracks had suddenly ripped away.

If that was the case, I'd help her out.

Holding her head like this would only tire her jaw.

"Do what you want. You won our bet, remember? You can order me to do anything."

The condition from our ping-pong match—the winner could demand anything.

A childish promise between kids, but between two people who'd already been intimate, it became a magical right to push boundaries.

For example:

"Suck me off outdoors."

"Go braless and pantyless all day."

Or even:

"Let me fuck you raw."

I had no idea what Suzuka-chan had planned when she proposed the bet, but now it didn't matter.

In fact, the power dynamic had flipped—I was the one demanding commands.

"I'll do anything. I'll take you from behind like that day, or creampie you all night. If you want me to lick you, I'll lick forever. I'll even train your ass."

To emphasize my point, I subtly thrust into her mouth.

She'd said she liked licking my ass.

She enjoyed facials and tit-fucks, and recently, even swallowing.

At this rate, it wouldn't be strange if she'd grown addicted to being filled like that day.

She probably enjoyed sex with me.

No matter how she dressed it up, her enthusiasm—her eager blowjobs, her willingness to rim me, her nipple play—spoke volumes.

One more push, and she might embrace her true feelings.

Pulling my cock from her mouth, I crouched to her height.

In the faint moonlight, I could barely make out her silhouette as I buried my face between her breasts.

"Nngh…"

When I pinched her budding nipple and flicked the tip with my tongue, a soft moan escaped her.

Her nipple hardened instantly, and her breathing grew shallow.

An elementary schooler's breasts were nothing short of a miracle.

Small enough to fit in my palm, yet with undeniable weight and bounce—unbelievably soft.

Even when pressed flat, they sprang back resiliently, and her perky nipples were more enticing than anything.

"Such sexy tits. Hard to believe they belong to an elementary schooler."

Few girls her age had breasts this developed.

Most fifth-graders weren't this big, let alone with such perfect shape and firmness.

And her nipples—neither flat like a child's nor mature like a teen's—were in a league of their own.

A fleeting phase unique to Ruruka Suzuka.

After savoring her budding breasts, I moved lower.

Burying my face between her thighs, I groped her plump buttocks from behind.

Though small, their contours were undeniably adult-like—comparable to a middle schooler's.

"Ah…!"

Playing with her ass like a toy drew out a different moan than before.

While not an erogenous zone, its proximity to her core must've stirred something—like teasing the edges of her breasts while avoiding the nipples.

After her ass, of course, came her pussy.

Even before my tongue touched her, her feminine musk was unmistakable.

For an elementary schooler, she was already wet.

"Such a pretty pussy. A perfect slit, but with plump, pink lips and a cute little clit peeking out."

In the dark, I couldn't see clearly, but from memory, Suzuka-chan's pussy was more alluring than anyone's.

Small, as expected of her age, with a pristine, unbroken slit.

Yet it carried a mature sensuality, straddling the line between girl and woman.

"Ngh…"

I traced my tongue along her folds, lapping up her juices.

"Ah—not there!"

Finally, I zeroed in on her clit.

Flicking the pink nub with my tongue, I felt her hips jerk.

More fluids dripped down—proof that even an elementary schooler could get wet.

Pinning the squirming girl down, I kept licking as I pushed her onto the futon.

When I added her inner lips to the assault, her resistance faded, leaving her limp on the sheets.

"Ready to give me your orders yet? It's been almost ten minutes."

Once she was sufficiently worked up, I pressed my hardened cock against her entrance.

Of course, I wouldn't just push in—this was an extension of our earlier "outercourse."

"Haah… haah…"

Suzuka-chan's breathing grew ragged.

I rubbed the head against her slit and clit, occasionally dipping just the tip inside before pulling back.

At this point, it was less outercourse and more teasing her pussy with my cock.

But each time a sweet moan slipped out, I knew I was on the right track.

"...Put it in."

After another ten minutes, she finally cracked, her voice desperate.

"Put your lolicon cock inside… Ruin my pussy…"

In that moment, all my validation was fulfilled.

Suzuka-chan's first genuine plea.

That Suzuka-chan, begging for my dick.

"Here I go, Suzuka."

Even in the dark, I found her entrance effortlessly.

And into that tight, wet hole, I thrust my length.

"Nnngh—!"

No hesitation, no restraint.

She'd asked to be ruined.

Holding back would've been an insult.

I pushed my bare cock into an elementary schooler's pussy without mercy.

The grip was as incredible as ever—almost indistinguishable from her first time.

A child's passage was narrow and shallow, but thoroughly soaked, so it accepted my girth with little resistance.

In the darkness, the elementary schooler writhed beneath me.

Last time, we'd done it doggy-style.

Given she'd been a virgin then, the pain must've been worse, but the missionary position let me go deeper with my weight behind it.

"Ahh… You feel amazing, Suzuka…"

As I buried myself to the hilt, her inner walls clenched around me.

Whether trying to expel the intruder or draw it deeper, her muscles pulsed rhythmically.

Perhaps her body itself was torn between pushing me out or taking me all the way to her womb.

"Look, the tip's kissing your cervix."

Ignoring her confusion, I pushed even deeper.

The sensation of my glans pressing flush against her womb was unmistakable.

Unlike handjobs or regular sex, this direct stimulation sent pleasure skyrocketing.

Instinctively, my body remembered this feeling—the primal thrill of reaching a woman's deepest point.

Just like when she'd licked just the tip during a handjob, Suzuka-chan's cervix sucking on my head was pure bliss.

"…Kiss me."

From the darkness came her breathless request.

At first, I thought she meant the cervix kiss, but no—

She wanted me to kiss her.

Lip-to-lip.

Could it be?

That Suzuka-chan, asking to kiss?

It was a shame I couldn't see her clearly.

Pinned beneath me on the futon, her untouched pussy impaled by my cock, her glossy black hair splayed across the sheets—

Tears in her eyes as she begged for a kiss.

She must've been the sexiest sight in the world.

"Suzuka…"

Leaning over her petite frame, I brought my lips to hers.

The angle drove me even deeper, but rather than resist, she wrapped her slender arms around my back, enduring the pressure.

"Mmm—"

When our lips met, she accepted it without hesitation.

Suzuka-chan's lips were impossibly soft, with a plush, bouncy texture.

This was likely her first kiss.

She'd never imagined losing it to a middle-aged man while being fucked raw, yet she showed no resistance.

"Nnngh—"

Of course, I wasn't content with just a chaste peck.

As my cockhead nudged her cervix, her lips parted slightly, and I seized the chance to slip my tongue inside.

She seemed startled at first, but with each thrust against her womb, her mouth opened wider, letting me plunge deeper.

"Ngh… ngh…"

As I swirled my tongue lewdly, hers tangled with mine.

At first clumsy, our movements grew more synchronized with each pass—

Transforming into a full-fledged make-out session with an 11-year-old.

Who'd have thought I'd ever lock lips with Suzuka-chan like this?

Hugging like lovers, swapping saliva—

All while our lower halves remained firmly joined.

No condom, no barriers—

Just raw, direct contact, mixing freely both in her mouth and her pussy.

"Ah… ah…"

"Suzuka, I'm gonna move now."

In response, she lazily stuck out her tongue—

A clear signal: Come inside.

"Nnngh—!"

With that, I began pistoning into the elementary schooler.

Even with our lips locked, her lewd moans escaped.

Just being inside her felt incredible, but the in-and-out motion took it to another level.

Every thrust and pull was met with greedy suction from her velvety walls.

Drenched in her juices, her pussy was obscenely lewd—making it easy to forget she was just a child.

If it felt this good, they should legalize raw sex with elementary schoolers nationwide.

I was already on the verge of cumming, but to maintain control, I focused intently on my cock.

With Aika or Anna-chan, I could last fine, but Suzuka-chan's pussy was just too much.

A middle-aged salaryman fucking a naked elementary schooler in a hot spring inn—

How could it not feel amazing?

Especially when it was that Suzuka-chan—Aika's little sister.

"Ahh! So good! Elementary school pussy is the best!"

The salaryman's shameless cries filled the room.

The sound of our hips colliding echoed through the guest room.

The mingled breaths of a 34-year-old man and an 11-year-old girl created an obscene symphony in the dark.

"Me too… I can't forget this lolicon pervert's cock!"

The girl moaned just as shamelessly, wrapping her legs around my waist.

The mating press—

A clear demand to cum inside.

"This…! I can't forget this cock! That day you fucked my womb—I've been thinking about it ever since!"

She, too, must've been haunted by the memory of my dick.

Her first time had been so intense—our bodies were undeniably compatible, and she had natural talent.

A talent for being fucked by grown men.

"Even though I'm just an elementary schooler… I'm getting fucked by an adult's cock! My budding breasts groped, my small nipples sucked… My tight little pussy getting wrecked by a grown man's hard dick!"

Most girls her age would've had crushes on boys in their class, or maybe an upperclassman.

But Suzuka-chan was too mature for her peers—to her, they must've seemed like children.

That's why, mentally, she matched better with adults.

And with a body that craved male attention, it was only natural men would reciprocate.

The proof was in the men at the bath and game corner—they'd been glued to her mature physique.

That validation must've given her a sense of security.

And that security could easily morph into sexual desire.

Physical affirmation was most tangible during sex.

Her budding breasts kneaded.

Her nipples sucked.

Her ass groped.

Her immature pussy licked.

A bare cock thrust inside her.

Each act was proof she was wanted.

Even if purely physical, to her, it was enough. She'd been starved for affection.

What about Aika, then?

If even Suzuka-chan harbored a desire to be fucked by lolicon, was it so strange for Aika to fantasize about being gangbanged?

The reasons were unclear, but Aika, too, came from that household.

"Then tonight, I'll fuck you senseless with my lolicon cock."

"…Idiot."

At the term "lolicon cock," her pussy clenched around me.

Seemed she was a full-fledged pervert, too.

Not that I was any better.

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