Renji brought Reze home.
First, he changed her into a fresh set of clothes. After searching for a while, he found a pair of Hayakawa Aki's pajamas and carefully dressed her in them. Then, he settled Reze gently in Aki's room, tucking the blanket around her.
Once everything was done, Renji sat on the sofa in the living room. He'd been thinking about making something nice for Reze to eat when she woke up, but the thought drifted away, and he ended up falling asleep right there.
Time passed quietly. Renji didn't know how long he'd been asleep when a strange, insistent itch stirred him from his dreams.
The sensation was coming from his crotch.
He pried his eyes open with effort, his vision blurry. As consciousness slowly returned, the scene before him came into focus.
Reze was already awake. At that moment, she was silently patting his lap, her slender fingers working deftly at his belt buckle.
Renji's first instinct was to cry out, but he held back. He shifted his gaze to the window and saw that it was already dark outside.
No way? Had that much time really passed?
With a soft sound, the belt came undone. Reze pinched the sides of his pants and pulled them down just enough.
His dick, in its first form—flaccid—was exposed.
Even like this, it was quite impressive. It seemed harmless enough, but its body was thick, the soft weight of it resting against him like a sleeping animal.
Reze glanced up at his face, as if to check if he was awake. Renji's interest was piqued. He kept his eyes shut, pretending to still be asleep, curious to see what this incorrigible little pervert would do next.
In its flaccid state, Reze could easily wrap a hand around it.
She reached out and grabbed it. The head was still covered by the foreskin, hanging heavy in her palm. Reze opened her mouth, her warm breath ghosting over him. She extended her small tongue, the tip pressing against the head, slipping into the gap of the foreskin.
The sensation was electric, a sharp tingle that shot straight through him. Renji couldn't help it; his eyelids twitched.
Even with his blurry vision, he could see the tip of her tongue moving inside the sheath of skin, wriggling around like it was cleaning every bit of him.
The feeling was maddening. Renji felt himself losing control. His body responded, the flesh beginning to swell, evolving into its second form—fully hard.
It grew enormous in her small hand. The foreskin gradually retracted, smooth and slow, exposing the blood-rich, angry red head. It stood proudly, bouncing with its own weight.
Now, it was simply too big. The head alone stretched Reze's small mouth to its limit, most of it spilling out.
Because of the growth, the foreskin had pulled free from her lips, leaving only the head resting against her mouth.
Reze's expression shifted to one of discomfort. She nearly gave up and pulled away, but instead adjusted her position. She lowered herself, tilting her head to be level with him. Now, rather than being forced in at an awkward angle, she could extend her mouth forward, enveloping the head more comfortably.
Once she was settled, Reze's small tongue went to work again, licking and wiping, cleaning every groove and ridge from every possible angle.
Renji's expression flickered. The sensation was too good. He was dangerously close.
[Ding~ Detected Reze's emotion of "going to heaven." System rewards 20 points.]
A soft, wet sound escaped her. Reze's eyes rolled back slightly, her tongue pausing for a moment as a small wave of pleasure hit her. After a few seconds, she blinked and looked up at Renji again.
He gave no reaction, so she continued.
But this time, her tongue didn't just clean the surface. It pressed flat against the very tip, right at the center. She pushed the tip of her tongue into the tiny slit, probing up and down, coaxing out the hidden fluid.
She was like a mischievous kitten or an eager puppy, her tongue moving flexibly inside the opening, happily lapping at the taste that emerged.
Again and again, she worked at it.
Her throat moved in a small, delicate swallow. Reze drank down the liquid that had pooled in her mouth. Once she'd coaxed out all she could, she pulled her tongue back and began to move her mouth up and down over the head, massaging him with the same technique as before.
This went on for two minutes. Renji couldn't take it anymore. His dick had fully evolved into its monstrous second form now, the head, larger than an egg, making it nearly impossible for Reze. She couldn't keep going. She had to pull away, sputtering, holding her chest as her flushed face tilted up, coughing and gasping for air.
The terrifying, soft, large cock was bouncing next to Reze's face, looking very intimidating. The animal head at the tip had been completely cleaned by Reze's small tongue; it was now spotless and glistening with her saliva.
Reze gasped for breath, gradually recovering. A strand of cloudy saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth onto the carpet below. She reached up to wipe the remaining sticky moisture from her lips and let out a soft exhale.
Just as Renji thought Reze was going to continue, she suddenly pulled something from her pocket.
It was a lipstick.
Renji recognized it at a glance. It was Hayakawa Aki's. He had asked him about it once before, and Aki mentioned it was a gift from Himeno. Aki himself rarely ever used it.
How… did it get into Reze's hands? Had she grabbed it from Aki's room when she woke up?
Renji didn't understand why Reze would take Aki's lipstick. He watched as she stood up, moving out of his line of sight and walking into another part of the room. Based on the direction of the soft sounds, he guessed she was still in Hayakawa Aki's room.
After a short while, Reze returned and half-leaned over Renji once more. He saw that she was now holding a small mirror.
She twisted open the lipstick cap. Holding the small mirror in one hand, she tilted it to clearly see the shape of her lips, while tightly gripping the lipstick tube with the other. Reze began to carefully apply the color, from the Cupid's bow to the corners of her mouth, each stroke appearing delicate and precise. She would occasionally stop and adjust her posture in the mirror. After she finished, Reze gently pursed her lips. The lipstick blended into her skin, making her lips appear fuller and more alluring.
Applying Hayakawa Aki's lipstick... And the clothes Reze was wearing now were still Hayakawa Aki's pajamas...
The feeling was so strange. Renji was struck by a sense of hallucination, as if he had seen this scene somewhere before.
Yes. He remembered.
If Renji hadn't been pretending to be asleep at this moment, he might have chuckled softly and then said to Reze, "You're so slutty."
But then again, why was Reze applying lipstick?
After she finished, Reze placed the lipstick and mirror on the table. She looked up at Renji again, her expression thought-provoking. Then, leaning her upper body forward, Reze's freshly painted red lips descended and kissed the animal head of the large cock.
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