In the corridor.
"...You saw the effects of the medicinal food just now, didn't you?" Yukinoshita Yukino asked, her tone calm but her gaze sharp.
"I… I accidentally saw it," Isshiki Iroha admitted, remembering the detailed description written in the recipe.
Her cheeks turned slightly red.
"Akira-kun didn't let you taste it because of that," Yukino explained in her usual composed voice. "If you drank it, you probably wouldn't have been able to sleep tonight."
"I-I see…" Iroha suddenly understood, her face reddening even more.
Yukino watched her expression carefully and sighed softly. "Isshiki Iroha-san, if you truly like him, you'll have to accept that there are other girls too. You'll have to accept that you might not be the only one he likes."
"Yukinoshita-senpai, I…"
"I can tell that your relationship with him has progressed," Yukino said, her gaze meeting Iroha's directly.
"It's… it's my fault," Iroha murmured, lowering her head.
"You're not wrong." Yukino shook her head gently.
"I was the one who took the initiative to invite him, Senpai. So everything is my fault," Iroha said, lifting her head and looking Yukino straight in the eyes.
"...."
Yukino fell silent for a moment.
She could see clearly that Iroha had already prepared herself for whatever would follow.
"Isshiki Iroha-san, if I were an ordinary girl," Yukino said softly, "I might have slapped you right now. And you already expected that, didn't you?"
"Yes, Yukinoshita-senpai," Iroha said, smiling faintly, though her voice trembled slightly.
"I won't hit you," Yukino said after a pause. "And you don't need to worry. If Akira-kun didn't like you, he wouldn't have accepted your invitation at all. He doesn't pay attention to girls he doesn't like."
Her gaze turned toward the cooking classroom as she spoke, her voice carrying a trace of resignation.
"Thank you, Yukinoshita-senpai." Iroha bowed deeply.
"There's no need to thank me. We're the same, after all. That guy's just too bad and shameless for his own good. That's why things ended up like this." Yukino sighed softly.
"Senpai is bad, yes," Iroha said, smiling faintly. "But he's also… good. We like him because there's something about him that attracts us."
Yukino nodded quietly, agreeing with the sentiment even if she didn't voice it.
Seeing that, Iroha hesitated before whispering something Akira had taught her.
As soon as Yukino heard it, her face turned a shade of red, though she said nothing.
After a moment of silence, Iroha seemed to realize that Yukino might understand even more than she had imagined.
So she gathered her courage. "Yukinoshita-senpai… I'd like to ask for your advice."
Yukino blinked in surprise. "Advice?"
Iroha nodded seriously, and the two girls began to talk quietly as the sound of the wind echoed through the hallway.
.....
Later — Leaving the cooking class.
Akira Fujimiya packed up the leftover medicinal food neatly into a lunch box.
Isshiki Iroha left first, her usual cheerful steps echoing down the corridor.
Yukinoshita Yukino stood near the window, her expression distant as she gazed outside.
"Something interesting out there?" Akira walked up beside her.
"Summer is coming," Yukino said softly.
"Isn't it already summer?" Akira looked out the window at the warm sunlight.
"I meant summer vacation," Yukino replied with an eye-roll.
"Oh, that," Akira said, pretending to think. "Less than a month left, right?"
"Twenty-something days," Yukino replied. "I'm looking forward to summer vacation… and maybe traveling somewhere."
She gave Akira a sideway glance.
"I'm also looking forward to seeing your swimsuit," Akira said with a meaningful smile.
The moment Yukino heard that, her expression froze.
Then, without a word, she stepped hard on Akira's shoes before walking away.
Akira chuckled and caught up slowly, reaching out to gently take her hand.
"Just think of this as a preview of our newlywed life," he said quietly. "I want to taste the miso soup you make every morning. I want to be with you every day—forget work, forget worries, and just live like this."
Yukino glanced at him. "...And what about them?"
"Let Yui and Saki experience life as maids," Akira said nonchalantly. "As for the others… we can treat them as guests."
"Guests who'll live in your house from now on?"
"Of course not," Akira replied with a small grin. "They can only stay for a few days during holidays."
"It better be that way."
...
Returning to Sakurasou.
Yuigahama Yui looked even happier than usual when she heard that Yukinoshita Yukino would be staying overnight.
That made Akira a bit suspicious.
Could it be that the little dummy was actually... happy about this arrangement for a completely different reason?
Dinner that night was prepared by Yukinoshita Yukino, with Yui assisting her.
At least Yui had learned enough not to cause chaos in the kitchen this time.
Akira wasn't particularly hungry—after all, the medicinal food still lingered in his stomach—but he stayed in his room working on his manga sketches.
When dinner was ready, the three of them sat at the dining table together.
Akira ended up sitting between them, which earned him a faint look of discontent from Yui.
Yukino, on the other hand, simply smiled at the two of them, her eyes soft.
She didn't seem to have any negative feelings toward Yui's clinginess.
After dinner—
"Akira-kun, you're such a bad guy," Yui said while holding Yukino's arm and pouting.
"Thanks for helping with the dishes," Yukino replied gently, smiling at Yui.
The two girls headed toward the bathroom together.
Akira, though tempted to joke about saving water, decided against it and instead began washing the dishes quietly.
.....
Night time, 8 p.m. —
Akira was still drawing in his room when he heard a knock at the door.
"Come in," he said, turning toward the sound.
The door opened, and Yukinoshita Yukino stepped inside.
She was wearing Yuigahama Yui's pajamas. They were a bit too loose for her, yet somehow, they looked perfect— beautiful, even.
"Second Miss Yukinoshita," Akira said, trying to sound serious. "Why are you visiting my room so late?"
His tone was serious, even though his eyes were anything but serious.
"I came to check if you were slacking off," Yukino replied calmly, sitting down on the edge of his bed.
"I wasn't planning to slack off," Akira said with a faint grin. "But now that you're here, I suppose I'll have to put my work aside."
He walked over, sat beside her, and looked at her quietly.
"I heard from Yui that you lied to her and sneaked out at night," Yukino said, resting her head gently on his shoulder.
"And what about it? Are you going to punish me?" Akira asked, wrapping an arm around her waist.
"Yes," Yukino murmured softly. "Yui and I decided to teach you a lesson you won't forget."
With that, she leaned up and kissed him.
Akira naturally didn't hesitate to respond, deepening the kiss with a warmth that made Yukino's cheeks burn red.
Akira's lower his hand, his fingers dug into the soft flesh of Yukino's ass, kneading it roughly through the thin fabric of her pajama bottoms, pulling her closer as their kiss grew sloppier, tongues sliding with wet sounds echoing in the dim room.
Yukino's muffled moan vibrated against his lips, her body arching instinctively into his touch, but she pulled back just enough to whisper, her breath hot and ragged,
"You're so shameless. Grabbing what you want without asking."
He smirked against her mouth, his hand squeezing harder, making her yelp softly. "And you're loving every second of it, aren't you, you little tease? Acting all high and mighty while your rear pushes back into my palm."
Yukino's cheeks flushed deeper, but her eyes sparkled with that mix of defiance and submission.
She shoved him back onto the bed with surprising force, her pajamas rumpling as she climbed over him, swinging her leg across his hips to straddle his chest briefly before shifting.
"You getting too greed, Akira..," she murmured, her voice husky. "Don't move, No rushing. No taking control."
Akira chuckled low, his hands sliding up her thighs, but she batted them away, determined to lead.
With a swift motion, she spun around, positioning herself in a perfect 69, her pajama-clad ass hovering above his face while her hands tugged at the waistband of his pants.
The fabric whispered down his legs, freeing his member—thick, veined, and throbbing painfully hard, the head already glistening with pre-cum.
Yukino's breath hitched at the sight, her blush spreading down her neck as she stared at it, inches from her lips. "Look at this, How disgusting" she taunted coldly, "So hard already, just from a kiss. You're leaking, Akira. Does teasing me get you this worked up?"
She said that but her heart was pounding, the thought of him getting so aroused over her, make her more excited than she had thought. Her hand touch the member, as she slide her finger around it.
He growled in response, his hips bucking slightly, but she pressed a hand to his thigh, holding him down.
Leaning in, Yukino started with feather-light kisses along the underside of his shaft, her lips brushing the sensitive skin from base to midway, avoiding the swollen tip entirely.
Kiss~ Kiss~ Kiss~
Each kiss was deliberate, soft peck sounds punctuating the air as she trailed upward, her warm breath ghosting over him, making his cock twitch desperately.
"Mmm," she whispered, her tongue darting out to lick a slow, flat stripe from the root up to just below the ridge, savoring the salty tang of his skin. The more she taste the more she want it.
She lapped at the base, tracing them with the tip of her tongue in lazy circles, but never once grazing the leaking slit at the top.
Akira's hands clenched the sheets, his breath coming in sharp huffs. "Fuck, Yukino... stop playing around. Just—"
"No," she cut him off, her tone firm yet teasing, blowing a cool puff of air over the untouched head, watching it bob and weep more pre-cum. Her mind turned blurry as she continue.
"This is your punishment. You don't get the good parts until I say so." She kissed the base again, harder this time, sucking lightly on the skin there with a wet pop, then dragged her tongue along the underside in a torturously slow line, stopping just short of the tip once more.
Her lips hovered there, so close he could feel the heat, but she pulled back, smirking at him, over her shoulder.
"Bet it aches, doesn't it? To think you will get this excited...and I haven't even touched the tip yet...Are you a dog in heat...No, You are much worse..." Yukino said, as she kiss it again.
His cock pulsing visibly, a thick bead of pre-cum sliding down the side. Yukino noticed, her eyes gleaming as she leaned in to lick it up, her tongue swirling around the shaft in broad, teasing strokes—
Lick-Lick-Slurp~!
—covering the based of the member in her saliva, but leaving the tip untouched and throbbing.
She repeated the motion, her mouth getting watering now, saliva mixing with his pre-cum, making his length shiny, the wet sound of her tongue gliding over wet skin filling the room.
"You're making such a mess," she murmured between licks, her voice vibrating against him.
Akira couldn't take it anymore.
With a frustrated snarl, he grabbed her hips, yanking her pajama bottoms down in one rough tug, exposing the damp patch on her panties.
The fabric clung to her folds, outlining her arousal, and he wasted no time burying his face between her thighs.
Yukino gasped, her teasing faltering for a split second as his hot breath hit her core.
"Ahh~! You—nngh—cheater," she whimpered, but the sound turned into a moan when his mouth pressed firmly against the soaked cotton, his tongue lapping at the wetness seeping through.
Slurp-Slurp-Slurp!
The fabric muffled the sounds at first, but Akira hooked his fingers into the waistband and slid her panties aside, revealing her glistening pussy—pink, swollen lips parted slightly, clit peeking out begging for attention.
He dove in without mercy, his tongue flattening against her outer folds, licking broad strokes from her entrance up to her clit, tasting her tangy sweetness.
"Mmmph~," he growled against her, the vibrations making her thighs quiver.
"Ahh~!"
Yukino's hips jerked, a sharp moan escaping her as she felt his tongue tease the edges of her labia, circling the puffy outer lips without delving inside yet.
Determined not to lose ground, Yukino redoubled her efforts on his cock.
Her lips parted wider, finally enveloping the head in a teasing, drawing out a bead of pre-cum before pulling back.
Slurrrp! Suck! Slurrrppp!
But she didn't stop there; with a determined glint, she took him deeper, her mouth sliding down his length in one smooth motion, the tightness of her throat adjusting to his girth echoing wetly.
She hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard on the pre-cum oozing from the tip, her tongue swirling around the head now that she'd claimed it. Finally.
Up and down she went, before pulling back to the tip with a sloppy schlop sound, saliva stringing from her lips to his cock — then plunging down to the base, her nose brushing his balls as she deepthroated him fully.
Glurk-Glurk-Glurk!
The blowjob sounds grew louder, wet and rhythmic, as Yukino bobbed faster, her head twisting slightly to add friction.
"Urk!"
She gagged softly on the deeper thrusts—but pushed through, tears pricking her eyes from the effort. One hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently at first, then squeezing with just enough pressure to make him hiss. Her fingers massaged the sack, tugging lightly, feeling them tighten under her touch.
Akira gasped between the licks, his voice muffled against her pussy.
He wasn't holding back either.
His tongue traced her outer lips in slow, deliberate circles, lapping at the slick folds without mercy, teasing the sensitive skin where her thigh met core.
He nipped lightly at her labia, tugging them with his lips—smack—before soothing with broad licks, avoiding her clit entirely to build the frustration.
"Mmph-nngh!"
Yukino's moans vibrated around his cock, as she sucked harder, but he pushed a finger into her entrance suddenly, thick and curling upward to stroke her inner walls.
Her pussy clenched around the digit, juices coating his hand as he pumped it slowly, in and out, the sound of her wetness audible now.
"Hnnngh!" Yukino cried out around his shaft, the sound garbled and throaty, but she didn't slow— if anything, her pace quickened, bobbing furiously, her free hand stroking what her mouth couldn't reach, twisting at the base.
Saliva dripped down his balls, which she fondled more gently, rolling them to heighten his torment.
Akira added a second finger, stretching her as he thrust them deeper, his tongue finally flicking against her clit in rapid taps—while his lips sucked on the nub, pulling it into his mouth with a wet suck.
He grazed it with his teeth lightly, teasing the bundle of nerves until her hips bucked wildly against his face. "Cum for me, Yukino," he demanded, voice rough. "Show me how much you need this."
The dual assault broke her.
"Mmmph-ahh-nngh!—"
Yukino's body tensed, her moans turning into high-pitched whimpers, muffled by his cock filling her throat.
Her pussy spasmed around his fingers, walls fluttering as she came hard, a gush of fluid squirting out in hot spurts, soaking his chin and cheeks.
Splurt-Splurt-Splurt!
She shuddered violently, thighs clamping around his head, but he kept sucking through her orgasm, the vibrations from her cries pushing him over the edge.
Akira's hips jerked upward, a guttural growl ripping from his throat—as he came, thick ropes of cum flooding her mouth.
Spurt-Spurt-Spurt!
Gulp-Glup!
Yukino gulped desperately, her throat working to swallow the hot, salty load—but it was too much. Excess semen bubbled past her lips, dripping down her chin and onto the bed in sticky white strands, mixing with her saliva.
She pulled back slightly, coughing, but licked the tip clean, savoring the last pulse.
They both panted, bodies slick with sweat and fluids, the air thick with the scent of their heat.
Yukino rolled off him slowly, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, a satisfied smile on her cum-smeared lips.
"Not bad," she teased breathlessly, her face blushing, "But Yui's waiting. Think you can handle round two without begging?"
.....
5 minutes later, Akira found himself outside the bathroom after his fun with Yukino he has decided to "clean" himself before going to Yui.
As he walked towards the smaller bedroom and opened the door.
Yuigahama Yui was already asleep, her back facing the door.
"Little dummy, I'm here," Akira whispered as he closed the door and got into bed.
The moment he lifted the blanket, Yui turned over and hugged him tightly.
"Why are you all so proactive?" Akira said softly, looking down at her.
"Yukino-chan said she wanted to teach you a lesson… and I want to help," Yui murmured, blushing.
"Do you listen to me or to Yukino?" Akira teased.
"I'll listen to Yukino-chan," Yui replied without hesitation.
"Then I won't hold back," Akira said, his tone dropping lower.
"I-I won't hold back either," Yui whispered, her face completely red.
With that bold declaration, she pushed up on her elbows and captured his lips first, her mouth soft and tentative at the start but quickly heating with passion.
Akira's surprise at her initiative melted away in an instant; he responded back, his hand cupping the back of her head to pull her closer, deepening the kiss until their tongues tangled in a messy, desperate dance.
Akira's free hand slid down her back, fingers digging into the plush flesh of her rear, molding and squeezing the firm cheeks through her pajama.
"Mhmmg~!"
He kneaded roughly, pulling her hips tighter against his growing hardness, eliciting a muffled moan from her—that vibrated straight into his mouth.
Yui didn't pull away from his caress; instead, she arched into it, her body yielding as his tongue explored every inch of her mouth, tasting the sweetness of her submission.
The kiss stretched on, growing sloppier, more urgent, until they broke apart with a shared gasp, strings of spit connecting their swollen lips.
Yui's eyes were glazed, chest heaving as she caught her breath.
"D-don't move," she stammered, her voice breathy but commanding in her own shy way.
She shifted down his body, her hands trembling slightly with excitement as she tugged at the hem of his shirt, peeling it up and over his head. Her lips followed the path of exposed skin, planting soft, lingering kisses across his bare chest—her tongue darting out to trace the ridges of his muscles, nipping lightly at his nipples.
She took her time, savoring his reaction, her mouth wandering lower over his abdomen, kissing his firm skin while her fingers hooked into his waistband.
''Haaa,'' Her warm breathes against his stomach, her breath hot, a blush still staining her cheeks even as she degraded him.
Her hands slid his pants down inch by inch, deliberately slow, letting the anticipation build until his thick cock sprang free, rigid and throbbing, slapping against her cheek with a meaty thwack.
"Eek!"
Yui flinched in surprise, her eyes widening at the sudden impact, a bead of pre-cum smearing across her soft skin. Her blushed increasing, as her mind get foggy.
But she recovered quickly, her hand wrapping around the base of his shaft, fingers barely meeting around its girth. She started stroking in languid, torturous pumps—
Schlick! Schlick! Schlick!
—The sound of skin on skin echoing softly as her palm glided over the veined length, twisting slightly at the top to rub her thumb over the sensitive underside. Pre-cum oozed from the slit, making the motions easier, wetter, more obscene.
Leaning in closer, Yui pressed her lips to the base of his cock, planting feather-light kisses along the root—her mouth warm and plush against the heated skin.
She didn't stop her hand's slow rhythm, it continuing as she worked him, her other hand cupping his balls gently, rolling them in her palm.
"These are so full already... Akira-kun...you were thinking about it all day, haven't you, you bad guy?'' she whispered, her voice muffled against him, teasing with that feigned innocence.
Without warning, she parted her lips and drew one of his heavy balls into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked with deliberate pressure, her tongue swirling around the skin, wetting it with her saliva.
The sensation pulled a low groan from Akira, his hips twitching involuntarily.
"Mmmph~"
Yui held it there, humming softly—the vibration buzzing through him before she released it with a loud pop, the ball glistening with her saliva. She immediately switched to the other, engulfing it fully—sluuuurp—sucking harder this time, her teeth grazing ever so lightly for that edge of pain-pleasure, cheeks caving in as she nursed on it like a needy slut.
Another pop echoed as she let go, a string of spit dangling from her lips to his sack.
Pulling back just enough, Yui extended her tongue, flat and broad, and dragged it up the underside of his cock in one long, deliberate lick—
Sluuuuurp~!
—from the base all the way to the tip, tracing every bulging vein and ridge. The flavor of his skin and pre-cum burst on her taste buds, making her moan softly.
Akira growled deep in his throat at the electric sensation, his fingers clenching the sheets. ''Yui... keep that up and you'll regret teasing me like this.''
She reached the swollen head, her moist eyes locking onto his with that wide, innocent stare that belied her actions.
Without breaking eye contact, she parted her lips and took the tip into her mouth, sealing around it with a soft suck.
Slurpp~!
Her tongue rolled around the ridge, swirling in circles—lapping at the slit to coax out more pre-cum, which she savored with a hum.
Slowly, teasingly, she sank down further, inch by inch, her mouth stretching around his girth as she bobbed her head in shallow, agonizing strokes—lips dragging with wet friction, saliva pooling at the corners and dribbling down his shaft.
Yui's pace was deliberate torture, pulling up until just the head was between her lips—then sliding back down halfway, her tongue pressing flat against the underside, flicking with each pass.
Gluck-Gluck-Gluck-Gluck-Gluck~!
The sounds grew wetter as she took him deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate more, gagging softly—but pushing through, nose brushing his pubes on the downstrokes.
"Mhmm~!"
She hollowed her cheeks for suction, twisting her head side to side to add layers of sensation, her hand still pumping the base in synergy—
Shlick-Schlop-Glurk.
"Mnf! Hnn! Mhmm~!"
Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes from the effort, but she held his gaze, moaning around his cock—the vibrations rippling through him like shockwaves.
Akira growled, one hand finally tangling in her hair to guide her rhythm without forcing it yet.
"Hnnngh~!"
Yui whimpered in response—the degradation only spurring her on. She ramped up the intensity slightly, bobbing faster now—
Glurk-Glurk-Slurp!
—her free hand kneading his balls, fingers tugging them downward to delay his release, rolling and squeezing the sensitive orbs. Saliva bubbled and foamed, coating his entire length in a shiny sheen, dripping onto his thighs in sticky drip-drip patters.
She pulled off briefly to catch her breath, gasping, ''You're throbbing so much...Akira-kun..even after doing it with Yukinon", before diving back in, taking him to the hilt with a determined thrust, throat convulsing around him as she swallowed repeatedly—milking him with her muscles.
The teasing stretched on, her tongue darting into the slit to taste every drop. Akira's growls turned to ragged breaths, his hips bucking up instinctively, fucking her face in shallow thrusts that she met eagerly, her eyes watering but never wavering.
"Fuck!"
Finally, the pressure coiled too tight. Akira growled low and primal—his cock pulsing as he erupted, thick ropes of cum flooding her mouth in heavy bursts.
"!!!.... "
Slurp-Gulp-Slurp
Yui's eyes widened, but she didn't pull away; instead, she sucked harder, her throat working overtime to swallow every hot jet, her cheeks bulging slightly before she gulped it down with audible glugs.
Some overflowed anyway, trickling from the corners of her lips in pearly dribbles, but she chased it with her tongue, lapping up the mess without wasting a drop. She nursed the softening head gently—drawing out the last weak pulses until he was spent, pulling off with a final pop and a satisfied sigh.
Yui wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her face flushed and lips swollen, eyes still locked on his. ''D-do you like it?'' she asked breathlessly, a shy smile tugging at her cum-smeared lips, her voice laced with that teasing lilt as if she already knew the answer but craved the affirmation.
Akira's eyes gleamed, refusing to let Yui have the upper hand after her bold display.
''Oh, you think you can tease me like that and get away with it, you little succubus?'' he murmured, his voice a low rumble that made her shiver.
Without warning, he surged forward, pulling her upward, his hands moving with swift precision to strip her bare. He yanked her pajama top over her head in one fluid motion, exposing her soft, perky breasts that jiggled slightly from the sudden freedom.
Her shorts followed next, tugged down her hips along with her panties, leaving her completely naked beneath him on the rumpled sheets.
Yui gasped, her arms instinctively crossing over her chest, but Akira pried them away gently yet firmly, pinning them to her sides. ''No hiding now, dummy."
Her skin flushed under his gaze, nipples already hardening into tight, cherry-pink peaks from the cool air and lingering arousal.
Akira's left hand cupped one breast fully, his fingers sinking into the squeezable flesh like dough, kneading it roughly—thumb and forefinger rolling the nipple between them in firm pinches that sent jolts straight to her core.
"Mmnngh~!"
Yui arched her back with a breathy moan—her body betraying her eagerness even as she squirmed. ''S-so rough... Akira-kun,'' she whimpered, but her hips shifted restlessly, seeking more.
His right hand trailed downward, skimming over her quivering stomach before pressing palm-flat against the damp heat between her thighs. Through the thin fabric of her discarded panties—no, wait, she'd already been stripped bare—his fingers glided directly over her slick outer folds, tracing the puffy lips with teasing strokes—coating his digits in her growing wetness without dipping inside yet.
Schlick~! Schlick~! Schlick~!
The friction was maddening, rubbing circles around her clit but never quite enough pressure, making her thighs clench and tremble.
"You're soaking already, aren't you? Just from sucking my cock. Look like someone is desperate for attention.''
" Haah~! n-no, it's not... ahh!"
Yui's response was another helpless moan—her voice cracking as she bucked against his hand, chasing the elusive touch.
Akira leaned down, his breath hot against her skin, and captured her left nipple between his lips.
He sucked it in with a wet slurp, tongue flicking the hardened bud rapidly—while his teeth grazed the sensitive tip, not biting yet but threatening to.
At the same moment, he finally breached her entrance, sliding one finger knuckle-deep into her tight, clenching pussy with a lewd squish.
"Mmmph~!"
The walls fluttered around the intrusion, hot and velvety, sucking him in greedily. Yui's hand flew to her mouth, pressing the back of it against her lips to muffle the sharp cry that escaped....but her eyes squeezed shut in overwhelmed pleasure, tears of sensation prickling at the corners.
He didn't let up, switching to her right nipple now, laving it with broad, flat strokes of his tongue—before sealing his mouth around it and sucking hard enough to hollow his cheeks.
A sharp nip followed, his teeth sinking in just enough to leave faint red marks, blooming like possessive brands on her pale skin.
She writhed under the dual assault, his finger curling inside her to stroke that spongy spot along her inner wall—pumping in shallow thrusts that made obscene sounds echo in the quiet room.
"Mmngh! ah-ahh!"
Yui's muffled moans grew frantic—her free hand fisting the sheets as her body tensed, hips grinding down onto his hand involuntarily.
Akira alternated between her nipples relentlessly, sucking the left until it was swollen and slick with his spit—then biting the right with a deliberate scrape of teeth—that drew a high-pitched whine from her throat.
He twisted his finger deeper, adding a second alongside the first, stretching her entrance with a burning fullness—scissoring them to rub her walls from every angle.
"Haaa! A-Akira, please... it's too much, I-I'm... nngh!"
Yui's hand slipped from her mouth, unable to hold back any longer, her voice a broken radio of pleas and gasps, body arching off the mattress as waves of pleasure built relentlessly.
He lavished attention lower now, his tongue tracing the delicate line of her collarbone, ipping into the hollows and sucking lightly on the skin there—leaving faint hickeys in his wake.
All the while, his fingers accelerated inside her pussy, thrusting faster and harder—his palm grinding against her clit with each plunge, building that coiling tension to a fever pitch.
He added a twisting motion, knuckles brushing her g-spot over and over,while his thumb circled her clit in firm, rapid flicks.
"Oh god! Ahhh~, yess—ahh-ahh-ahh!"
Yui's moans escalated into heavy, desperate cries—her thighs quaking, toes curling as her orgasm crashed over her. Her pussy spasmed wildly around his fingers—gushing hot fluids that soaked his hand and the sheets beneath in a messy flood, her body convulsing with the intensity.
She huffed raggedly, chest heaving as the aftershocks rippled through her, eyes fluttering shut in exhausted bliss.
"S-so good... can't... move...'' Yui mumbled, her voice fading into a whisper before she slipped into a light, sated unconsciousness, limp and glowing on the bed.
Akira pulled his fingers free with a final wet schlop, admiring the creamy sheen coating them before licking them clean—savoring her tangy essence.
A satisfied smile curved his lips as he watched her peaceful form, the marks on her skin a testament to his teasing dominance. ''Sleep tight, little dummy."
Rising quietly, he goes to the bathroom, running warm water over a soft towel until it was damp and soothing. Returning, he gently wiped her down, starting with her flushed face, dabbing away the sweat and stray tears.
"Mmm~"
Yui stirred faintly in her sleep, a soft moan escaping—as the cool cloth trailed over her neck and collarbone, soothing the fresh bites.
Akira chuckled under his breath, continuing lower to clean her breasts, circling each nipple tenderly—the fabric rasping lightly against the sensitive peaks and drawing another sleepy whimper
"Hnn~ "
He moved to her stomach, then between her thighs, parting her legs carefully to wipe the sticky remnants of her release from her folds—the gentle pressure making her hips twitch even in slumber, a faint sigh slipping out.
Once she was pristine, he fetched a fresh set of pajamas from the drawer—soft cotton ones, loose and comfortable—and dressed her with equal care. He slipped the top over her arms, buttoning it snugly over her curves, then eased the pants up her legs, tucking her in properly under the covers.
Brushing a strand of hair from her forehead, Akira leaned down for a final, chaste kiss on her temple.
"Sweet dreams, Yui."
....
Akira quietly slipped out of Yui's room, the expression on his face clearly one of satisfaction.
He had "defeated" Yui.
Now, he decided to "Visit" the Second Miss Yukinoshita again, who had so mercilessly kicked him out earlier.
He opened the door to Yukino's room gently.
She was sitting on the bed, changed into new pajama, reading a light novel. When she saw Akira, her eyes widened slightly in surprise.
"Yukino-chan," Akira said. "I'm back."
"I just sent the recipe for the medicinal food to my sister," Yukino said quietly, her voice calm but dangerous. "She said she'd personally teach you a real lesson."
Akira froze, his confident smile fading instantly.
For once, he couldn't laugh.
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Early morning.
When Akira woke up, Yukinoshita Yukino was no longer beside him.
He sat up, sighed softly, and began putting on his school uniform.
When he stepped out of the bedroom, the scent of breakfast drifted from the kitchen.
Yukino stood there wearing an apron, her hair tied up neatly in a ponytail.
Akira leaned against the doorframe, quietly watching her cook.
"Don't come over. Go wash up," Yukino said without turning around.
"I'm hungry," Akira complained playfully as he walked closer, wrapping his arms gently around her waist from behind.
"You really are a bad guy," Yukino said helplessly, though a faint smile tugged at her lips as she continued making breakfast.
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