The softness of Kirie's thigh rubbed against him.
"Shito... again..."
Considering her lack of experience, she probably didn't intend this pleading gesture. But as she leaned closer, her soft skin brushing against him, her eyes gazing up at him, he couldn't help but feel sexually aroused.
"I don't have any more condoms. Does Kirizaki have any?"
"W-what do you think? Do you really think I'd have something like that?"
"...But do you want to do it anyway?"
"..."
"I want to."
"...Me too."
The inside of Kirie's thigh was damp—sweat lingering on her skin, remnants of her first experience, and, beyond that, fresh honey juice seeping from her secret folds.
For Ryosuke, this was a fortunate miscalculation.
There was a chance Kirie might change her mind due to the pain of her first experience. If she truly rejected Ryosuke, it would be somewhat troublesome—though he was confident he could still subdue her.
"Kirizaki, get on top of me."
At his command, Kirie nodded slightly and moved as instructed. She crawled clumsily onto Ryosuke's body.
He spread her legs apart and reached his hands between them. Gripping the inner thighs at their roots, he forced them wider, pressing the glans against her vaginal opening.
As the glans caressed her slick folds, his arousal surged to more than sufficient levels.
He discovered a slight indentation within her wet flesh and focused his attention there.
"Ah... Nngh... No..."
After thoroughly heightening Kirie's anticipation, Ryosuke precisely guided the glans into the indentation.
"Breath... Breathe out."
"Ugh... Yes... Ah, ah..."
Kirie, now as innocent and obedient as a child, accepted Ryosuke's words and relaxed.
He entered her again.
This time, there was nothing between them—raw, skin-to-skin contact. A different kind of wet pleasure, distinct from before, enveloped his glans.
Her vagina was tight and narrow, its walls resisting him like before. Yet, slick with arousal, they couldn't completely block him. In fact, once he passed a certain threshold, her body began to undulate, almost welcoming him.
Squelch. His penis sank deep inside her.
"Yah?! Ah, ah, ah— This... This is different from before!"
The presence or absence of a condom was trivial.
There was a more fundamental reason why Kirie, on her second time, was already beginning to derive pleasure from intercourse.
Kirie had decided to accept Ryosuke. And she had learned to enjoy the pleasure of her vagina being stretched by him.
"Is it okay if I move a little?"
"Yeah, go ahead..."
He gripped her hips firmly and began thrusting upward rhythmically, like shaking something from below.
At first, slowly. Then increasingly forcefully, the pace quickening.
"Ah! Ngh! Hiiu!—You're inside me, I can feel it!"
The sensation of a man's part moving inside her. The strange mix of discomfort and pleasure made Kirie moan softly.
"Shito! You're enjoying this too, aren't you?!"
"Yeah, so much. Kirizaki's voice is so cute. I can't take it anymore."
"Ahh! Don't say things like that—no! Ah! Nngh!"
Despite her protests, her voice grew even sweeter, and the feeling of her vagina softened.
"Try sitting up."
"–Huh?"
Confused, Kirie allowed Ryosuke to guide her through the motions of the cowgirl position, step by step.
The quilt slipped off the bed, but neither of them noticed.
Ryosuke took Kirie's hand, intertwining their fingers. She instinctively accepted his touch, leaning into their joined hands as she began to sway her hips hesitantly.
"Is this... right? Mmm... This feels so strange!"
"Does it hit the wrong spot?"
"I don't know, but—mmn... mm..."
The soft, supple feel of her thighs against his hips.
Looking up from below, Ryosuke took in Kirie's dewy, abundantly ripe naked body. She wasn't an athlete, so her muscles weren't overly toned, but that only seemed to accentuate the untouched purity of her pale, soft skin.
Her waist curved gently, and the crease of her navel formed a refined shape.
Her breasts, bared without reservation to Ryosuke, pointed defiantly forward while undulating sensuously with her movements.
Her shoulders were smooth, and the line of her beautiful collarbone flowed into the curve of her neck and jaw.
Since that rainy day she'd spoken to Ryosuke, she hadn't worn her ponytail again—at least, not in front of him.
Her lovely hair swayed as she gazed straight at him with dewy eyes.
He wondered...
Had her childhood friend ever imagined Kirie looking like this? So wantonly, so nakedly vulnerable?
"I don't know how to move..." she panted. "Ngh... I'm sorry..."
"Why are you apologizing? It's fine. I'll move. Put both hands on either side of my face."
"Mmm... Mmm... Hah, ah... Nngh..."
Still unaccustomed to the discomfort of penetration, Kirie reacted hypersensitively to even the slightest vibrations.
Kirie strained to shift her position slightly forward.
Her full breasts and taut nipples now hung directly above Ryosuke's face. Yet she seemed to lack the mental composure to feel embarrassed by this.
"Let's go."
Ryosuke gripped Kirie's hips with both hands and, using his abs, began long, deep thrusts. His fully erect penis explored every inch of her vaginal cavity, stretching her open.
"Ugh! No! Ah! Ahh—!"
"Does it feel good?"
"Yes! Yes—!"
Even inside her, pleasure was starting to overcome pain.
With each strike of Ryosuke's lower abdomen against Kirie's, their slick flesh emitted lewd, wet sounds. She must have heard them too.
The sounds of her own sex, the sounds of reproduction.
Proof of their genders—male and female—and their complete union.
"Fuh! Ah! Nk—!!"
Sweating profusely, her hair disheveled, Kirie's face contorted with pleasure as she exposed herself to him. Ryosuke's arousal surged to its peak.
Watching Kirie regain her composure, Ryosuke continued his thrusting motion while freeing his hands. He slid them along her sides, cupping her breasts from beneath, pressing them together.
"Huh? Wait—!"
Only then did Kirie realize she was exposing her most sensitive areas right before Ryosuke's eyes.
But it was too late.
Ryosuke savored the soft, plump texture of her breasts, his thumbs finding her nipples. He pressed down firmly.
"Kyaa! No, no, my chest—don't do that!"
"Don't do that? You'll just feel even better, won't you?"
"No, no, stop! My whole body's about to fly apart—!"
Her hips, relentlessly ravaged by his thrusts, had no escape.
With her hands braced against the bed, she couldn't shield her breasts.
Her slick, quivering flesh was relentlessly churned, her nipples tormented—
Having completely lost any escape from pleasure, Kirie could only become a vulgar creature, her back arching with each surge of ecstasy, her throat trembling as she squeezed out shrill moans.
Ryosuke understood her anguish and the immoral pleasure she felt as clearly as if he were holding it in his hands.
He could feel it through their skin.
The softness beneath his hands, the overly sensitive erogenous zones that throbbed. The deep-seated pleasure of sex resonating in his core.
Even moving at his own pace, Ryosuke recognized the overwhelming urge to ejaculate building inside him. His testicles contracted violently, straining to expel semen. If he didn't tighten his sphincter muscles, he'd spill uncontrollably.
How wonderful it would feel to release my seed inside this exquisite body.
Yet succumbing to this temptation and reducing the opportunities to be with Kirie wouldn't be wise. He still wanted to tease this alluring naked form, to savor her lovely voice and expressions even more. Their summer had only just begun...
"Kirizaki... I don't think I can hold on much longer. I'm going to come outside, is that okay?"
"Hnngh... I'm gonna... I feel like I'm gonna...!"
"You're about to come? During our second time?"
"Ah...! Hnn...! Ahh...! I don't know...! Nngh...! Shito...! It feels so good...! Ah...! Ahh...!"
"Okay. Let's come together. I'll try my hardest."
"Ugh?! Nngh...! Nngh...! Yaaah...!"
Ryosuke pressed Kirizaki's breasts against his chest so hard it felt like he was crushing them, simultaneously taking both nipples into his mouth. He gripped the base of each nipple between his lips, using the tip of his tongue to lick, pierce, and roll both nipples at once.
"Ah...! Hnngh...! My nipples...! No...! Nngh...! It's making me tremble...! Hnn...! Ah...! Ahh...! My hips...! I can't take it anymore...! No...! Don't...! Don't tease me like that...! I... I..."
Sucking her nipple with wet, slurping sounds while thrusting roughly into the depths of her vagina, Kirie's body arched violently, convulsing violently.
"Hnngh...?! Ah! Ah! Aaaaaah—!!"
The moment Kirie climaxed, her previously virgin, narrow vagina clamped down on his erect penis, milking it from base to tip, slick and sticky as it twisted around him, desperate to squeeze out every drop of semen.
Ryosuke summoned every shred of his rationality to resist the honeyed allure of her depths. He withdrew his penis from her body and sprayed his semen onto her buttocks.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
"Kirizaki—"
He came, his semen soaking Kirie's buttocks as they were squeezed between her slick folds. His cock trembled with the ecstasy of release.
Kirie, unable to maintain her position any longer, collapsed heavily on top of him.
"Ah, hnngh, nnngh, ah, ah—"
Both of them were bathed in the spasming ecstasy of orgasm.
The soft texture of Kirie's skin. The sweet scent of sweat and hair.
"Ooh, ahh... It's so hot... on my back... I feel like I'm going to get burned—ah, ah..."
"Damn, it's coming out even harder than before—!"
I just wanted to tease her a little, Ryosuke thought, but he soon realized he had become completely absorbed in making love to Kirie.
If there was such a thing as physical compatibility, he could confidently say that he and Kirie were perfectly matched. Despite her near-total lack of technique, they were having such an incredibly pleasurable sex.
His penis continued to spurt thick white fluid, refusing to go limp.
For a while, the two remained wordlessly entwined, their bodies tightly embraced as they basked in the lingering afterglow of their climaxes.
Ryosuke gently stroked Kirie's back, her shoulders still trembling with ragged breaths. The sheets were soaked with sweat from their passionate lovemaking. He could feel the soft, supple muscles quivering beneath his touch, still resonating with the intense pleasure that had just washed over them.
"Shito..."
Kirie turned to face him, her voice even sweeter than when she'd first invited him to make love a second time. Without a word, Ryosuke pressed his lips to hers.
Kirie, unable to find the words, let out soft, joyful moans in response to the happiness she'd been given.
"Ah...nn...chuu...hamu...nn...chuu..."
After a long, lingering kiss, Kirie finally seemed satisfied. Like a playful kitten, she burrowed her face into the crook of Ryosuke's neck.
"I never thought things would end up like this," Kirie murmured, but there was no regret in her voice.
"Me neither. Who knew that going to hear your answer to my confession would end up with me getting dragged into your room?"
"D-don't say that...! Don't say that...!"
She pressed her face even harder against his chest, perhaps from embarrassment.
"Haha. So, what's your answer?"
"Huh?"
"I asked about your response to my confession. I still haven't heard it."
"But... I mean... After all this..."
"That's that. This is this."
"..."
After a brief silence, Kirie squeezed out a barely audible reply.
"...Nice to meet you."
Am I imagining it, or does her back feel even warmer than it did during sex?
"Got it. Nice to meet you too."
"But... I'm embarrassed, so please don't tell everyone..."
"Hmm? You're embarrassed about dating me?"
"No, not like that!"
Kirie hastily raised her head, her eyes pleading desperately.
"It's not that... I just... this is my first time..."
"You're embarrassed about people thinking you're dating a guy?"
"Sort of..."
"Then let's keep it a secret between the two of us for now. Okay?"
"Okay... I'm sorry."
"It's fine. That just makes it more exciting."
"What? You're such a dork..."
"Hehe."
Ryosuke smiled, gently stroked Kirie's cheek, and guided her into a kiss.
"Mmm. Mmm..."
From the outside, they looked like a blissfully happy couple. Yet Ryosuke had no intention of severing ties with Aika, nor did he plan to stop having physical relations with his older sister-in-law, whom he'd recently reunited with.
Thinking about it, he almost let out a bitter, self-mocking smile.
But it was also true that he felt something with Kirie that he couldn't get from those other relationships—something beyond the guilt-laden thrill of carnal desire.
This unfamiliar sensation, a realm he'd never experienced before, was undeniably stirring his heart.
Perhaps it was because he was wallowing in these uncharacteristic sentiments that Ryosuke found himself proposing something so out of character:
"So, when it's just the two of us, can I at least call you Kirie?"
"Y-yeah, sure."
There was something strangely awkward about performing this lover-like ritual, and he shared this prickling discomfort with her.
"Kirizaki... Kirie... You can call me whatever you like."
"Huh? Me? Call you...?"
"Right. Keep some distance. Just use a name that's easy to call."
"..."
After a moment of silent contemplation, Kirie timidly glanced up at him and stammered,
"Th-then... Ryosuke..."
The unexpectedly adorable sound of it made Ryosuke burst out laughing.
"Hey! Why are you laughing? Stop it! I'll change it back!"
"No, it's fine. Please keep it... snicker"
"Seriously! Stop laughing!"
Ryosuke soothed Kirie as she squirmed in his arms, then said,
"I'm sorry. No, really, it's refreshing and makes me happy. That's why..."
"Hey, wait..."
He shifted positions on the narrow bed, pinning her beneath him.
"Ah..."
"So, I feel like calling you Kirie again."
"Stop... mmn, mmn... ah, Ryosuke..."
In the faint early summer light streaming onto the bed, the two of them hungrily devoured each other's skin, never tiring of the touch.