Adrian walked Natsuha home in comfortable silence. They didn't talk much during the journey, but the closeness spoke volumes. Their shoulders occasionally brushed, and at some point Natsuha unconsciously moved nearer, their arms almost touching as they walked side by side under the streetlights.
The quiet felt intimate rather than awkward with a shared understanding after the emotional storm at the cafe.
When they finally reached her house, Natsuha stopped at the gate. She turned to him, cheeks still faintly pink from earlier. For a moment she hesitated, then stood on her tiptoes and pressed a quick, soft kiss to his cheek.
"Thank you again, Adrian-kun." She whispered, voice shy but warm.
Before he could respond, she rushed inside with a small, embarrassed giggle, glancing back once with a bright smile before the door closed behind her.
Adrian stood there for a few seconds, watching the door. His own smile lingered… then slowly faded as he turned away.
'So you're a bad one too, Natsuha.' He thought, the corner of his mouth twitching. 'Playing with someone else's feelings because you can't decide to commit. How funny.'
As he walked away, an old memory flickered from his past life where his coworkers had dragged him into their messy love triangle, making him suffer as the unwilling fourth wheel. He cut the thought short almost immediately.
'Doesn't matter anymore. This is a new life. One I should live to the fullest without regrets and without holding back.'
His steps carried him toward a lively area a few blocks away. The neon sign of a karaoke bar glowed invitingly, it's one of those private-room places where people sang, drank, and ate snacks late into the night.
He pushed open the door and stepped inside. The hallway was dimly lit with colorful LED strips, and the faint sound of someone butchering a pop song leaked from one of the open rooms.
Kurumi was waiting near the reception counter, still dressed in the cute casual outfit from earlier, though her hair was back to its usual short twintails and her heavy makeup had been replaced with just a light touch, enough to look pretty without drawing too much attention.
The moment she saw him, her eyes glittered with unmistakable excitement, before she quickly calmed herself, crossing her arms while letting out a small "Hmph!" as she looked away.
"I did what you asked." She muttered, voice trying to sound annoyed. "I brought Yuuta to the café like you said. Now delete that picture."
Adrian walked over slowly until they were standing close, their faces only inches apart. He leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of her ear as he whispered, "Is that what you really want?"
Kurumi shivered visibly, his whisper tickling her ear. Her thighs pressed together as her pussy throbbed at the low, teasing tone. Her voice came out shaky. "W-what else could I want…?"
"Really?" Adrian whispered again, his breath hot against her ear. One hand roamed down her side, fingers tracing the curve of her waist through her clothes. "Because your body is telling me something very different right now."
Kurumi's breath hitched. She tried to step back, but the wall was right behind her. Adrian's hand slid lower, cupping her ass and giving it a firm squeeze. She let out a tiny, involuntary whimper, her defenses cracking.
"I… I don't…" She started, but the words died as his fingers slipped under her skirt, brushing against the damp fabric of her panties. Her knees weakened. The shy, resistant front crumbled as her mind grew dazed with need.
Finally, she blurted out, voice barely above a whisper and dripping with shame. "I… I want you… Please…"
One thing led to another.
They booked a private sound-proofed room. A cozy karaoke booth with a large leather couch, dim colorful lighting, a low table for drinks and snacks, and a karaoke screen on the wall.
The door clicked shut behind them, sealing them in privacy.
Adrian took his time at savoring every inch of her petite body.
He kissed down the delicate curve of her neck, tasting the salt of her skin, then moved lower to her modest breasts. He cupped them gently, thumbs brushing over her stiff little nipples until they hardened even more under his touch. Kurumi whimpered softly, her short twintails shifting as she arched into him, her body responding despite her nervousness.
When he finally positioned himself between her slim legs, the head of his thick cock pressing against her slick entrance, Kurumi gasped sharply.
Her nails dug into his shoulders as he pushed in slowly, inch by inch.
She was incredibly tight, even tighter than Ayano had ever been. Adrian frowned slightly, then felt something warm and wet trickle down his shaft.
He glanced down and saw a thin trail of blood mixing with her juices.
'She's still a virgin…' The realization hit him like a spark. His only experience was with Ayano, an experienced, lonely milf who knew exactly what she wanted. This… this was completely different. A delicate, untouched little body was trembling beneath him.
"Easy… that's it." He murmured against her ear, his voice low and soothing even as every instinct screamed to thrust harder.
He forced himself to stay slow, letting her adjust. "Good girl… Just breathe. You're doing so well for me."
Kurumi whimpered, her voice shaky and overwhelmed. "Ahhn~! It hurts… but… it also feels… strange… so full inside me…"
*Plap…* *Plap…* *Plap!*
Slow wet sounds of flesh meeting flesh gradually filled the small private room as Adrian gradually increased his pace.
He praised her constantly, his husky voice right beside her ear. "Good girl… such a tight little pussy… you're taking me so deep already. Relax for me… let me in. That's it… just like that."
Kurumi's moans soon grew louder and needier, the initial pain slowly melting into something hotter, something addictive. Her short twintails bounced with every thrust as she clutched at his back.
"Adrian… ahhn~! More! please… it's starting to feel good… don't stop!"
He pressed Kurumi down onto the wide leather couch, his larger body covering her petite frame completely. Her short twintails splayed across the cushion as he held her wrists gently but firmly above her head with one hand.
His mouth found her small, perky breast, tongue swirling around the stiff pink nipple before sucking it between his lips.
Kurumi arched beneath him with a broken whimper, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he continued thrusting deep inside her.
Kurumi's head tilted back, mouth falling open in a needy "Ahhn~!" as he rolled his hips, grinding deeper. Her modest breasts jiggled with every thrust, nipples glistening from his tongue.
She was so sensitive that even the slightest brush of his chest against them made her shudder and moan louder.
He kept her pinned like that for a long time, savoring the way her small body trembled and tightened around him. Then he released her wrists, slid his hands under her ass, and lifted her hips higher, driving into her with firmer, deeper strokes.
Kurumi's nails dug into his back as her moans turned into desperate, broken cries.
"Adrian… ahhn~! It's so deep… I feel so full…!"
The wet, rhythmic sound of her soaking pussy filled the private room, mixing with his low groans and her high, trembling whimpers.
He leaned down again, sucking and licking her breasts while his hips kept moving in a steady, powerful rhythm. Her legs tightened around him, heels digging into his lower back as if she never wanted him to pull out.
When the pleasure became too much, he flipped her onto her stomach, bending her over the low table.
Her perky little ass rippled beautifully with every thrust, the soft flesh bouncing against his hips.
Her modest breasts pressed flat against the cool wooden surface, nipples dragging across it with each movement. Kurumi's face was turned to the side, cheek against the table, mouth open in constant, dazed moans as he took her harder from behind.
*Plap!* *Plap!* *Plap!*
The room echoed with the obscene sounds with her moanings, mixed with his deep, guttural groans and the wet sound of skin slapping skin.
"Ahhn~! Too deep… Adrian… I can't…! I'm gonna… I'm gonna CUM!!!"
He fucked her thoroughly, lost in the tight heat of her virgin pussy, until he finally buried himself to the hilt and came hard. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded deep inside her. Kurumi shuddered violently beneath him, her first time ending in a powerful orgasm that left her twitching and drooling on the table, eyes rolled back in pure bliss.
Adrian pulled out slowly, watching his seed leak from her well-fucked, slightly blood-tinged pussy.
He gave her perky little ass a gentle, possessive pat, then reached for the cold beer he had ordered earlier, taking a long, satisfied sip while she lay there, still trembling from the aftershocks.
Kurumi's voice was weak and dazed as she whispered, barely audible. "Adrian… that was…"
He smirked, patting her ass again, fingers lingering on the soft skin. "Just the beginning, we still had a long day ahead of us, my good girl Kurumi."
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AN: Hmm...