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They were both otaku, but his path was being led in by a charming little sister, while he was left alone, scavenging for anime online… the gap between people was just too huge!
Just a vase with looks only… but this vase was too exquisite, he might as well take it home and display it.
Playing his little game, Hirano pretended to be generous.
"I won't tell Kuze Masachika about any of this, I might not even know him or talk to him. If you like him, just go and date him then."
Alya bit her lip. "The price is…"
"The price is, when I want you to accompany me, you can't refuse." Hirano smirked, revealing his lecherous true self. "And you have to stay fully—body—and—mind with me, like before. Not yelling and shouting at me like you're trying to kill me."
"Don't even think about it!" Alya snapped angrily. "Isn't that cheating?!"
"If you want to say that, then Alya, you're mine first, aren't you? You cheated on me with Kuze Masachika first!"
Hirano roared back. Holding her down, he looked straight into Alya's eyes.
"Besides, do you really think you have him in the bag? Or is it because of that student council treasurer of yours, or your 'aloof princess' status? Do you seriously think no one else likes him? What about that childhood friend surnamed Suo? Are you confident you can beat her?"
Alya froze, recalling the graceful girl who went in and out with him, perfectly synchronized, making her heart shakier than ever before.
"And if you agree, I can help you~" Hirano whispered with a smile, adding a bargaining chip. "That Suo girl… I'll take care of her for you, how about that?"
"N-no, I don't need your help! Pervert!"
Alya glared at him angrily. This unruly guy—no matter how jealous she was—her noble pride wouldn't stoop so low as to ruin someone else. After hesitating for a moment, she still quietly asked.
"…You really won't tell Masachika-kun? You won't sabotage me?"
"Absolutely not."
"How do I trust you?"
"I have Masha." Hirano laid down a card that left Alya speechless, "Having 'the saint of the academy' and always able to enjoy her sister, the 'aloof princess'—isn't that enough?"
Alya bit her teeth. She still didn't know how huge this fat guy's appetite was, big enough to swallow both sisters in one bite. Though she didn't know what happened with her older sister, who was always obsessed with this dangerous guy and did something so abnormal, her sister also…
Shaking her head, Alya pushed those distracting thoughts away. Right now, the most important thing was the fat guy pressing down on her.
"How do I know you don't have ill intentions toward Masachika-kun? You said you owed him a favor, what exactly is it?"
"Not paying attention to Mashya, but always talking about Kuze…" Hirano grew more annoyed, almost climbing on top of Alya. "Fine, I owe him a favor. After all, I took something important from him."
"Something? What is it?"
"His only little sister… Enough with the chatter, will you agree or not?"
Hirano grew impatient, his eyes flashing threatenly as his hand made a move to tear open Alya's clothes.
"If you won't cooperate willingly, I'll get tough. I want to see how the second young lady of the Kujo family can walk home carrying a belly full of cum like this…"
"Stop, stop! I agree, I agree already!" Alya blushed and covered her chest. "From now on, you, if you need me, I'll come to accompany you… accompany you for that! Okay? Don't use force, I'll handle it myself!"
"That's what you should have done ages ago."
Hirano happily relaxed his grip. After all, since they'd already done this once, she gave in easily. Even though years had passed, she was still not as difficult as those pure girls who hadn't lost their virginity yet. That saved him some effort. Otherwise, the battle-hardened Hirano might have had to use even more extreme methods.
He watched Alya glance around nervously, silently pressuring her as she slowly unbuttoned her shirt, revealing the pale skin beneath her neck, causing him to widen his eyes.
He loved looking at this. Watching these self-important, arrogant girls gradually lower their guard, shedding their shells to expose their fresh, delicious flesh…
Then little by little yield, lose themselves, and fall helplessly into the pleasure awakened in their bodies, becoming incurable, lust-crazed bitches!
With a soft snap, next came the rustling of cloth. Under the reluctant movements of the silver-haired girl, the thin shirt was gradually undone. The pure skin concealed by lace-trimmed bra emerged, cupping magnificent snowy mounds that rose and fell with trembling breaths close by. The pink tint creeping down from her neck added a tempting glow to her delicate, jade-like white bosom.
"Looking this close, it's really stunning… these beautiful breasts."
Rough fingers pressed into the skin, diving beneath the strap. Hirano wickedly lifted then released the strap on Alya's shoulder, snapping it back onto her skin with a slap that left a red mark. What was once elementary school boys' level mischief took on a lewd tone because of the silver-haired girl's swaying snowy breasts.
"If the older sister is like this, the younger sister must be close behind. The Kujo sisters all have such lustful bodies."
"What lustful? Don't say such things… hmm~"
Blushing, Alya tried to protest but felt a shiver across her chest as Hirano's sinful large hands silently climbed, wandering across the twin peaks. With the most sensitive spots being invaded, Alya felt her waist weaken. Just controlling her voice so it wouldn't sound too seductive and not breathing too sensually already took all her effort.
"Who's… lustful? Hmm~ This is… a normal, physiological reaction… It's you… touching me so pervertedly, I'm just… ah~ no~"
Her starry eyes contracted sharply, and she leaned her head back, silver hair tousled, cheeks flushed, wearing a look of disbelief. She had to raise a hand and bite her finger to suppress her moan.
But what she didn't know was how incredibly tempting this sight was in the eyes of a pervert like Hirano—her disheveled clothes, tearful eyes, bitten finger, and heavy breathing.
He abused the peaks in his palms, stroking gently, teasing every inch of skin with detail, bringing unprecedented stimulation to her first experience with a male. After many years, being molested by the same man again, the silver-haired princess breathed softly and moaned, rubbing her thighs, allowing such wicked molestation, immersed in the burgeoning desires of puberty.
"Just a few rubs and you're already so needy? Alya, you're still all talk."
Hirano admired her full figure in his hands while teasing the humiliated girl. "You're just like your sister, no, even more lustful than Masha's body, already restless and waiting for my affection."
"W-who would want that… haah, haah, don't call me Alya—ngu, don't, don't rub there like that… ah~ down there, that hard thing, it's… pushing in too…"
Ignoring Alya's faint resistance, Hirano used the gentlest touch to continuously knead and squeeze the twin exquisite breasts like kneading dough. The elementary school girl who had once been seduced and lost her virginity under his rod had now blossomed into a breathtaking beauty. The once barren little bud had grown into voluptuous, enchanting, mature breasts. After being apart so long, he naturally wanted to properly greet these "old friends."
Even through the bra, he could feel the two nipples stiffening under his palms. Skillfully reaching behind to unhook it, the freed pink peaks proudly stood, joyfully welcoming their former owner. The skin flushed red, milky white bosoms, and tender pink nipples combined with the silver-haired girl's reluctant yet gradually aroused beauty made for a lascivious sight that stirred uncontrollable desire.
Hirano had already thrust in, his rod pressing against the girl's already wet inner thighs through her panties. The two long, beautiful, white-stockinged legs offered no resistance, allowing him to enter deeply. The full thigh muscles pressed together—not so much resisting as seemingly embracing him, faintly squeezing him, giving him such pleasure he nearly moaned aloud. The tender flesh peeking out from below the taut, over-the-knee white stockings helplessly clasped his lower body, almost as if refusing to let him leave.
"Shh—such a tight squeeze, Alya, you're already prepared, aren't you?"