I brought my face closer to Mao-san's crotch. Her pubes were thick, black, and incredibly erotic. Every time I breathed, her twitching pussy looked unbearably sexy.
I buried my nose in her bush. The scent of her sex traveled through my nostrils, stimulating my brain. Mao-san, perhaps embarrassed by being watched so closely that she could feel my breath, hid her face with both hands. But through the gaps in her fingers, she was clearly observing me.
Grabbing Mao-san's thighs with both hands, I traced my tongue along her slit.
"Nn... ahh..."
Mao-san let out a moan. Carefully tracing the edges of her slit, I gradually pushed my tongue deeper inside.
"Ahh... mmm, ngh..."
Her pussy was already drenched in saliva. Now it was time to attack the main target. I pursed my lips to cover Mao-san's clit, then lightly flicked the tip with my tongue while inhaling.
"Hyah!"
Mao-san let out an especially loud cry.
"Th-there... no..."
Even as she shook her head, I didn't stop. Even if just for this moment, I was going to make Mao-san happy!
"Ah, ahh, no... ah, ah, ah, ahh!! I'm cumming!!"
As Mao-san reached her climax, her love juice gushed into my mouth. I let it flow back onto her pussy, which was now completely soaked like a flood.
"Mao-san... is this okay?"
Just as I was about to enter her, Mao-san suddenly sat up.
"This time, I'll do my best. Please lie down, Chifumi-san."
Mao-san straddled my hips, taking the cowgirl position.
"Mao-san!?"
"It's okay. Leave it to me."
With that, she slowly lowered herself onto me.
"Fufu, it's all the way in."
"Amazing... you're so hot inside, it feels incredible..."
"I feel incredible too."
Mao-san began moving slowly at first—rocking back and forth. Then she added up-and-down motions, gradually increasing her pace.
"Chifumi-san, how does it feel inside me? Does it feel good?"
"Yeah, it's the best. Your pussy's folds are wrapping around my dick... I can feel everything."
"Then I'll try even harder!"
Saying this, Mao-san lifted her knees slightly, supporting herself with her legs as she began bouncing up and down with the intensity of a Hindu squat.
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the room—smack, smack!
After about twenty bounces, she seemed to tire, placing her hands on the bed for support. But she didn't stop moving. Above my chest, her divine breasts bounced wildly. I reached up to gently cup them, feeling her hard nipples sliding across my palms like pebbles. Every time they rubbed against me, Mao-san let out sweet gasps. I couldn't hold back anymore—I grabbed her breasts fully and squeezed them without restraint.
"Ahh! So rough... if you do that... I'll go crazy!"
Even as she cried out, Mao-san accelerated her movements.
I... I can't hold on, I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!
"Mao-san! I'm cumming! Let me fill you up!! Get pregnant with my sperm!!!"
"Yes... give me everything... ahh, I'm cumming too!!"
With a thick splurt, I pumped a massive load deep inside her. At the same time, Mao-san reached her climax, arching her back and trembling violently.
Exhausted from her orgasm, Mao-san collapsed onto me, still connected. The weight of her limp body felt comforting and precious.
"That was... amazing. It felt so much better than the first time."
"Me too... it felt so good, I think I blacked out for a second."
Mao-san's face was drenched in sweat, her long hair sticking to her skin. The sight of this thoroughly pleasured beauty was breathtakingly alluring.
"You're beautiful, Mao-san. So beautiful."
I pulled Mao-san's face toward mine and kissed her. Our tongues intertwined as we exchanged saliva in a deep, adult kiss. Her tongue was soft and sweet.
"Mmm... ngh..."
"Nn... nn... nn..."
When our lips parted, a silver thread stretched between us.
"Chifumi-san... one more time, please."
"Of course, gladly."
"Thank you. I'm happy."
This time, we embraced in the missionary position, bringing today's mission to an end.
"Great work today!"
Just as we were finishing up and getting ready to leave, Ohno-san walked in.
"So? Did our Chifumi-kun do anything weird?"
"It was wonderful. Chifumi-san was gentle and worked very hard. By the way, Ohno-san..."
"Yes, what is it?"
"You never told me I was the third recipient, did you?"
"Huh? Didn't I mention that?"
"No, you didn't. Did my father interfere again?"
"Well, Okura-sensei is a very important figure, so... um... there might have been some... considerations involved, but if you look at the bigger picture, it was just a coincidence."
I had no idea what Mao-san was angry about, but after hearing Ohno-san's blatantly evasive answer, she sighed lightly as if giving up.
"There's no point arguing with you here, Ohno-san. I'll be leaving now. Chifumi-san..."
"Y-yes."
"Thank you for today. I'm truly glad you were the donor. If we get another chance, I hope we can meet again."
"Of course. I'd like that too."
"Ohno-san. Why was Mao-san upset?"
"Ah, well... it's complicated."
"Does it have to do with her choosing between divorcing her husband or becoming a recipient?"
"Oh, you heard about that..."
"Yeah."
"Well, there was another condition to that arrangement. You know how I told you there are thousands of applicants, right?"
"Yeah, I remember hearing that."
"Right. So even if you apply, the odds of being selected are incredibly low."
"Yeah, that makes sense."
"So if Mao-san hadn't been chosen, Okura-sensei would have given up on having a successor. And the divorce would've been called off."
"Wait, really?!"
"Apparently, there were other successor candidates lined up, so even if Mao-san didn't have a child, things would've worked out."
"Then why...?"
"Okura-sensei probably wanted his own direct descendant to inherit. Especially one guaranteed to be a genius."
"But Mao-san has an older brother, right?"
"That's her uncle's side—Okura-sensei's younger brother."
"Oh, so Mao-san realized she might not have needed to become a recipient, but her father forced it anyway. That's why she was angry."
"Basically, yeah."
"If you'd told me about this from the start, we might have found a way to avoid hurting Mao-san."
"I didn't tell you because I knew you'd think like that. If a recipient gets matched but doesn't have sex, we'd be in trouble."
"I... really don't like these methods."
"There are tons of stories like this among recipients. But if they have a child with the Genius Gene, they're saved. That's how rare your genetics are."
"What if I had refused to be a donor?"
"Who knows? Maybe some bad guys or foreign agents would've kidnapped you and locked you in a room where you couldn't leave until you had sex."
A chill ran down my spine. I had been in danger this whole time? So... I never really had the option to refuse.
"Well, as long as you remain a donor, we'll protect you with everything we've got. You can at least trust that."