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"That was fast."
Maybe Yaguchi had a lot of experience being caught in the act. Yoshida locked the door and went back to the bedroom.
"Pffft! Yoshida-san, did you see his face?" Sayu sat on the edge of the bed, swinging her black-socked legs. She seemed in high spirits. "He's just a coward who bullies girls."
"I'm a girl, too."
"That's why I came to the rescue."
"Oh, stop~" Sayu patted the bed, signaling him to sit. She hugged her knees and opened her legs. "What kind of hero waits until the villain finishes inside the heroine before showing up?"
"The kind of hero who's a pervert who likes watching the heroine do it with others."
Yoshida sat next to her and admired her hard-worked entrance. Sayu's anatomy struck him as incredibly delicate—completely different from Ms. Goto's.
"Help me take it out."
"Hmm?"
Sayu pulled herself open, but it wasn't just for him to see. A pink, flat, circular object was blocking the entrance. He reached out and pinched it. The texture and shape… it was a condom.
"He wore one?" Yoshida couldn't tell if he was disappointed or glad.
"Mmh. I bought them in case I ever managed to seduce you, but he used them first." She pointed to the small box by the pillow.
"Why did it get stuck?" Yoshida pinched the edge and pulled gently, but it barely moved.
"I'm quite tight. If you pull out too fast, the used sleeve gets caught and stays inside."
Seeing Yoshida's hesitation, Sayu used her own finger to hook the edge and gave it a sharp tug.
Plop. With a sound like a cork being pulled, the heavy, full condom was dragged out, swinging with the weight of the liquid inside.
"He really produced a lot." It was far more than Yoshida's usual amount.
"And?" Sayu looked at him expectantly.
"Sayu is amazing. You milked so much out of him."
"Hehe~" She accepted the strange praise with a squinting smile. "He was going to go on for longer, but the moment I saw you come in, I squeezed as hard as I could. Because…" She tightened and relaxed her legs. "Yoshida-san said he wanted to see me get finished in right in front of him."
"I recorded it. I'll never lack material again." Yoshida opened the video, and they watched it together. The sight of her smiling and making a "V" sign while being taken was incredibly lewd. His only regret was that it hadn't been a direct deposit.
"Will Yoshida-san still need to handle things himself after this?" Sayu gave him a suggestive look.
"Do you have the energy for one more round?"
"Mmh. I want Yoshida-san inside me…"
They lay down together. They didn't turn off the lights; Yoshida wanted to see every mark left by the other man.
"It feels better without a condom, you know?"
"Maybe next time. I want to wait until you've been filled by someone else without a condom before I…"
"Eh? But I've been filled without one so many times I can't count."
"That was the past. It doesn't count."
"I see. By the way, why did you put socks back on?"
"Because he was jealous of you. He wouldn't go in no matter how much I touched him, so I had to pick a pair of yours to wear."
"You were the one who was proactive?"
"Didn't you ask me to be proactive with other men?"
Talking about things the world would consider immoral made Yoshida feel lighter than ever.
"Ah, wait."
He held her black-socked legs against his chest, but as his glans touched her entrance, she reached down to guide him.
"It's not easy to get in here." Her small hand aligned him carefully. Yoshida wondered if every man she'd been with had been guided in the same way.
"Wait, why is it…"
"Go slow."
The entrance was incredibly stubborn. It wasn't loose or "worn out" as he had imagined; it was as tight as a virgin's. He had to push to get the head in, and he realized "slow" wasn't because she was in pain—it was because the friction was so high he was worried about finishing instantly.
"Does it hurt?" Her entrance gripped the base like a small mouth.
"It's okay. I've handled ones this thick before." She gestured a circumference that made Yoshida's eyes widen. "Is there really a member that thick?"
"Maybe the foreigners were just bigger?"
"You've even done it with them…" Her history was a treasure trove to him.
"Nng… Yoshida-san… you can be… more intense." She was so much more experienced than Ms. Goto. "Bigger… bigger strokes… yes."
Yoshida lifted his hips higher with each withdrawal. Right as he was about to pull all the way out, his glans caught on the entrance. It wouldn't just slide out; it was hooked.
"So, harder~"
With Ms. Goto, he had to be careful not to slip out entirely. Sayu was different; her entrance acted like a lock. Once in, he couldn't leave easily until he was finished.
Creak, creak… The bed groaned again.
"Yoshida-san… mmh… really… ahh!~" She was clearly competing with the memory of Yaguchi. Sayu used every trick she had learned from countless men to please him.
"Sayu, I'm about to…"
"Mmh… we'll peak together… Yoshida-san… give me the…"
Suddenly, she resisted. "No, no!" She pushed his face away as he leaned in. "Don't… don't kiss me. I just had someone else's in my mouth."
In her experience, sex didn't require kissing. Men wanted her mouth on them, but rarely the other way around. Her experience with kissing was virtually zero.
"Sayu, I love you!"
"Ugh, no… stop…"
Yoshida cupped her face and ignored her pleas, pressing his lips to hers. She tried to keep her mouth shut, but his tongue easily found its way in.
Chu, chu…
There was a faint, raw taste, but he didn't care. Sayu's body trembled violently. The kiss sent her over the edge right before he finished.
Squelch, squelch, squelch!
Sayu gave in, actively swallowing his saliva as if to make sure his mouth stayed "clean" by taking it all into herself. Her depths didn't slack off either, milking every drop out of him.
"Haa… haa… Yoshida-san, really…" She breathed heavily, wanting to be angry but unable to.
"I just suddenly wanted to kiss you. Sorry."
"I… I'm never going to do that for anyone else again."
"Why?"
"My mouth is only for Yoshida-san. Because… it only feels this good when I'm kissing you…"
"Sayu…" Yoshida realized she wasn't talking about physical pleasure, but emotional. "One more time?"
"Mmh~"
Elsewhere
"Hey, wake up!"
Cough, hack… blurp…
The sensation of liquid entering his lungs forced Yaguchi awake. A large man with a jagged scar across his face grinned, letting go of Yaguchi's hair. He had been pouring sake up his nose.
"I… where am I…"
Memories flooded back. He had escaped the apartment, left the neighborhood, and then… men in black.
"Young man, you certainly made me look for you."
Yaguchi looked toward the voice. Behind a desk sat a man smoking a pipe. He looked like a middle-aged gentleman with a thick mustache.
"First time meeting. My name is Inugane Kimanjiro."
The gentleman turned into a demon. The mere mention of the name made Yaguchi shake like a leaf. "I-I didn't mean it! Please spare me!"
"Now, now, don't be so scared. I'm not a monster." The head of the Inugane-gumi gave a kind smile. "I can see you have potential. You're going to be an idol."
"No! Please, anything but that!"
Yaguchi begged, but the man had lost interest, waving him away like a fly.
"Relax. It's just a trip to Thailand for gender reassignment and full-body plastic surgery. The boss says you have a future. You're going to be a star."
The scarred man and a tattooed companion dragged Yaguchi out of the office. His screams faded into the distance until they were gone.