The secret place that had permitted a man only once was tightly closed, a clean vertical line.
Her hips, where that secret place was located, were well-padded, and her buttocks, already lewd, pressed against the bed, their shape distorting. They looked so soft that fingers would surely sink into them if touched.
In contrast, her legs had almost no excess flesh, long and slender like a model's. Though shorter than Rias, she radiated a mature femininity that was in no way inferior.
"Well then, I'm going to touch your erotic body now, President. You can let your voice out if it feels good."
"As if I'd feel good from your clumsy fingering! Get over your delusions already. This is why virgins are..."
Sona didn't for a moment think he might be a playboy who had bedded multiple women.
To her, Mitarai looked like a generic mob character. She was confident, assuming he had no experience with women. Of course, Sona herself had no experience beyond that one male student, Saji.
What would happen when such a girl was up against Mitarai, a veteran in the art of making women fall, was as clear as day.
A faint, unfamiliar sensation began to spread slowly from her breast, which he was kneading languidly.
Even during her sex with Saji, he hadn't seemed very interested in her chest; if anything, he'd mostly touched her buttocks.
Whether from a mysterious sense of security emanating from where he touched her, or something else, Sona realized she had leaned her body against Mitarai's.
"President, seems like you're feeling good despite yourself. See, your nipples and areolas are getting lewdly puffy."
Takashi rubbed the pads of his fingers against her areolas, stimulating them. While he touched the puffy areolas, he deliberately avoided the most sensitive part, her nipples, just barely grazing them, letting only the frustration build. Whenever his fingers came tantalizingly close, her body would twitch and react, lifting slightly.
"Nngh... Hah..."
"Like I said earlier, open your mouth and pant cutely for me. This isn't rape, it's consensual sex under a contract, right? You need to be more honest."
She bit her lower lip, trying to suppress the sounds from escaping.
Did she even realize that, contrary to that willpower, her thighs were rubbing together, making a lewd, squelching sound?
Takashi embraced Sona from behind, fondling her two immature fruits.
'I don't know this sensation...'
Saji's sex had been rough, driven by youthful energy, and he certainly hadn't given her the kind of gentle care that Sona might have needed. But that was probably unavoidable. His first sexual partner had been a beautiful girl like Sona, after all.
Sona thought that since it was Saji's first time too, she would remember their encounter fondly as a good experience. But Mitarai's caresses threatened to erase even that memory.
An anticipatory feeling arising from the frustration. A sense of humiliation at feeling this way for such a man. Her breath and body begin to heat up.
Various sensations mixed together, threatening to drive Sona crazy.
"Alright, I'm going to touch your nipples now. Make sure you let me hear your voice this time."
"Hieew...!"
Mitarai pinched the peaks of her chest, which looked swollen with blood, seemingly waiting to be plucked, between his thumb and forefinger.
An unknown sensation, sharp and intense, caused a sound to escape from the back of Sona's throat. Ashamed of this, her cheeks flushed red, and she clamped her mouth shut.
Encouraged by her reaction, he continued stimulating her in various ways, pinching, crushing, rolling, as if cherishing the fruit he had carefully cultivated.
Sona was a girl of her age, and she sometimes masturbated to relieve her pent-up sexual desires. She sometimes played with her nipples to feel good, but the pleasure that now welled up and burst from within her body surpassed even that.
The slightly rough sensation of a man's fingers, so different from her own. Receiving caresses from a man she was supposed to despise, sweet and painful sounds escaped her lips unbidden.
Once they started coming out, she couldn't hold them back anymore, and she moaned over and over in his arms.
'Why am I feeling this good...?'
Her body was behaving so differently from usual.
Sona felt a flicker of unease at her body, which was becoming dominated by an unfamiliar sensation. But contrary to that feeling, her sighs were gradually growing hotter, and even when his hand touched her sweaty, damp body, the initial sense of rejection no longer arose.
"Nn... Fuu... Kuh...!"
She moaned cutely as he tugged and toyed with her nipples. She was no longer the usual intellectual student council president, but simply Sona, a single girl.
Her true, unguarded self, which she had never shown to any of her peerage members. The side of her that, despite putting on an intellectual and cool facade, actually liked cute things and tended to get unexpectedly passionate seemed about to surface.
"President, do you realize?"
"Hiee!? Wh-what is it?"
"That you've been squirming your thighs together this whole time."
He whispered into her ear, startling her. But as he said, when she looked down at her lower body, she saw her thighs moving of their own accord.
Mitarai's seductive techniques, designed to make a woman fall, had caused Sona's secret place to become wet without her noticing. The still girlish, clean vertical line glistened with love juice seeping from within, its shape twisting lewdly with every writhe.
Perhaps because she masturbated by stimulating her nipples more than her clitoris, her clit was small compared to other girls her age. It was still covered by its hood, hiding the pink mucous membrane beneath.
"Wh-why am I this wet...?"
During sex with Saji, she remembered using lubricant inside her vagina as a substitute for natural fluids. She had never gotten this wet even while masturbating.
The overflowing honey ran down her thighs, dampening them all the way to her ankles.
"You're all wet with your erotic juices. I'm glad to see you're enjoying yourself. Let's leave your breasts for now and play with your pussy next."
Takashi spread her legs wide, then firmly placed his own legs over her open thighs, trapping them between his and the bed to prevent her from closing them.
Her aroused womanhood was hot to the touch. It was sopping wet with stringy love juice, seemingly steadily preparing for intercourse.
Despite her verbal bravado, her body was honest, responding frankly to the pleasure he gave her.
"Well then, President, I'm going to finger-fuck your trashy pussy that's only known one man with my thick fingers. I'm going to stir it up and make you cum as many times as I want."
Takashi nibbled her earlobe as he told her what was to come.
Just being told what would happen before he even touched her made Sona's intelligent brain work furiously, starting to paint lewd fantasies.
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