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I know very well what she's asking. And you know what, I worked hard yesterday so some part of me felt like I deserve some kind of stress relief that Aika is obviously so willing to give. But the logical part of my brain screams at me as to why we are not there yet.
And you know what, I don't have an answer to that. Let me get back to it in a few hours.
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It didn't take very long to reach the shed near the school building that houses all the old sport equipment. There is a path that is semi-cleared of debris leading all the way to the very back of the shed. The only way in is through the front door, no one would've been able to see us.
I would've commended Aika for being well prepared for preparing with a tarp on the mattresses…if a pair wasn't already going at it right before us.
"Damn, seems like we're not the only ones who had this idea," Aika said, aloud. Not even trying to be conspicuous. I'll admit, the pair we caught wasn't one that I adamantly expected. It's not every day where you see Murayama and Katase scissoring each other in the back of the shed.
Murayama reacted first, a moment of clarity from her horny state. "Aika!? Kusora?!" The pair stopped their fingering momentarily to cover each of their privates. "What are you two doing here!?"
Katase kept silent, wanting to keep out of this mess. Two members of Kendo club were in the room right now with the resident female pervert, and someone they most likely saw as relatively good looking thanks to this aura. There was an awkward sort of tension in the air as the two sat there, burning at the cheeks after being caught.
"Never expected you two to be making the beast with two backs." Aika teased with a smirk. "I probably lost a few bets over this, thanks for that by the way."
I had to admit though, this was definitely some sort of team-building too––she supposed that getting addicted to fucking each other was a display of team unity. In that case, I probably know why the Kendo girls often win nationals, and I also know that they are definitely an Ishibumi sleeper. Those girls go crazy in the locker room don't they? In a slutty sense, at least.
"Well then, It seems we're at an impasse." Aika said. Despite that, I see her hands move and suddenly, my pants are dropped to the floor. How the hell did she manage to do that? I don't have a clue, and I should probably get her to teach me this for when I'm working as Silver.
The three girls all looked at me, who's pants had just hit the floor. The show from earlier obviously showing it's intended outcome, my dick was jutting out menacingly from his crotch, the cockhead red and pulsing with energy. Only one of them had seen his lengthy member before, but not in this state of extreme arousal. It was more engorged than normal––its entire shaft was throbbing, thick veins coiling around it. Blood was being pumped into the organ, making it even bigger.
Murayama tried to look away and face the wall with Katase, but naturally as I gave Aika an eyeful, they seemed to steal glances ever so silently. Naturally, Aika drooled at the sight of it, hypnotized by the monster cock; her brain was still trying to process its current enhanced size. Aika widened her eyes, suddenly unfamiliar with the very cock that fucked her a few weeks ago. She felt her womb throb, her baby room yearning for the splendid penetration it deserved. Despite obviously being nerved, I could see Katase bite her lip, pushing her thick thighs together as her pussy dripped more and more.
Aika grabbed onto it, and her hand barely fit around it with a little gap between her fingers. Regardless, she starts vehemently pumping up and down my shaft. "We haven't exactly done it in a while, all you've done is tease me for the past few days." Aika said. "You're going to make it up to me."
"How?" I asked. A teasing smile plastering my face,
"I think you know how, Kusora." Aika replied as she grabbed one of my arms and pulled me until I fell onto the mattress with the tarp. Almost right beside the naked Muryama and Katase.
'What the!? You can't do that!" Murayama sputtered. "We're still here!"
"Feel free to join us." Aika mused with a shrug.
"Kusora?" Murayama hissed as she glared at me. Her eyes seemed to tell me that she wanted me to stop this, but…
Hell no, what do I look like…Issei? Besides, Murayama has no business taking the high ground when we caught her in the middle of scissoring her best friend.
"Maybe we should have them continue their show as well?" Aika suggested, but it was clear that that answer didn't make the Kendo captain happy either. So I decided to just let Aika drag me along into her casual madness.
Murayama made a show of scoffing and stamping her feet with a huff, making it clear that she was not fine with this at all. Unfortunately for her, Aika either didn't catch the hint or didn't care at all, seeing as she roughly tossed me on top of the makeshift and started to tug down the rest of my trousers to free my member. Obviously I knew as well, she was rather heavy for her footsteps to be echoing, but I ignored all her protests. Of course when Aika removed her top, my protests died down anyway.
"Seeing as the Student Council is going to be here soon, we better hurry this up." Aika whispered, of fucking course this has an anxiety inducing time limit. I forgot that Aika was an avid thrill seeker as well. Fuck, we really do have to hurry this up, I don't want my first impression with Sona to be caught with my dick in my hand.
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