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ChapterChapter 4
"Is this... a classroom...?"
Alya, her mind scattered by waves of pleasure, could only think with a sluggish sense of reason. Fortunately, the place looked familiar enough for her to recognize it instantly, as if it had become a conditioned reflex.
"Eh? This place, isn't this...?"
"Do you see it? This place?" Hirano Satoshi's voice rang in her ear, helping her piece the clues together one by one. "Looks familiar, doesn't it? After all, you have to sit here every day."
*No... why... why did it have to be here...*
"How cruel. Not only was it made a mess by Masha, but because your juices sprayed so far, Alya, you even got the neighboring seat dirty. You sisters really are something... and this is Masachika-kun's seat, after all..."
"NOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
Covering her eyes with her handcuffed hands, Alya screamed without restraint. She had once wanted so badly to see again, but never for a moment had she missed the helpless darkness from before as much as she did now.
"Why?! Why?!! Why do you have to make me face Masachika-kun's seat... AAAAAHHH!!!"
"Looks like you've perked up, Alya," Hirano said with a wicked grin, biting her neck. "A familiar angle, right? After all, it's the person you like. I wonder how many times you've secretly peeked at the oblivious Masachika-kun from this very perspective..."
The answer was countless times. Her hidden maidenly love, which no one knew about except Masha, had caused her to fluctuate between hope and despair. Whenever he appeared in her line of sight, her gaze would unconsciously drift toward him; if he returned the look, she would hurriedly look away and firmly deny she had been watching him if asked...
"Stop! Stop talking! Don't say any more!!" Alya shook her head, but the pleasure coming from below grew even more intense. "Move! I'm going! I'm about to go! Move! Please, I... I... Uwaaaaah!!!"
Before she could finish, Alya felt a fierce, burning torrent surge deep into her womb, causing spasms wherever it hit. Her sensitive "flower core" responded instantly with several times the amount of thick nectar, spraying out along the shaft and splashing onto Masha across from her. But the brown-haired beauty seemed oblivious; she inserted her fingers deep into her own vagina, joining her sister in reaching a peak climax right on her beloved's seat!
"Aaaaaah! I went! I went! I went right toward Masachika-kun's seat! Aaaaaah!!" Alya's back arched straight, her words a jumble. "I didn't want to... but with Hirano's semen shooting inside, I couldn't help climaxing! Aaaaaah!"
Those warm, happy memories and that sweet yet shameful love gradually blurred in her eyes, as if stained by a layer of murky white.
This "tide" was particularly grand. It took a long time before her body finally slumped back into Hirano's arms. The murky fluid dripped down the penis still inserted in her, falling bit by bit onto the floor, emitting a pungent, lewd scent.
"Ah—Alya was especially sensitive this time," Hirano said contentedly, sliding his fingers into the mouth of the vacant-eyed Alya and playing with her tongue. "Could it be that you're an exhibitionist? It's very possible. I heard from Masha that you love confessing to Masachika-kun in Russian. It turns out that besides mental exhibitionism, even this kind of thing is to your liking."
"..."
Alya's eyes were dim and she said nothing, looking like a corpse that only happened to be breathing, with juices still flowing out.
"It's happening again, Alya. There's one last item. Father's 'sexual guidance'—what should we do for the last part?"
*Sexual guidance... the last part...*
*That's right, I remember it was...*
"That's it then. We're both exhausted anyway. Heehee, who told Hirano-kun to be so amazing?"
In the secret base, the young Masha giggled, her tender little feet stepping on the young Hirano's member, making him gasp.
"Ma-Masha, you... hiss!"
"Hirano-husband, even if you want more, you can't," the little blonde angel said, parting her legs to show her pathetic little opening, acting helpless but actually teasing. "See? The little hole has been made a total mess. Even if you want to, we... Oh, that was close, thanks to you, Alya. *(Russian)*"
"Humph, just make sure you hold steady yourself. *(Russian)*"
On the other side was the other reason for the young Hirano's ecstasy. Like her sister, the little silver-haired girl stood on one foot, wobbling. Her other chubby little foot was also stepping on the erect member, her pressure inconsistent.
"Having feelings from this... how disgusting... *(Russian)*" Little Alya muttered, treading on the glans with a face full of loathing. The sensation of the pre-cum smearing onto her sole was particularly gross to her. However, the obvious redness and pain between her own legs made her knit her small brows from time to time. "So sticky! It stinks, and it's all over my foot... You bastard, I'll step you to death! Step you to death, you big jerk! *(Russian)*"
Waking up from the pleasure of the climax, little Alya had returned to her usual cold, haughty self, making the young Hirano feel both awe and respect as their usual relationship dynamic returned.
What relationship? No relationship at all. Usually, little Alya was bossy and the young Hirano was submissive, avoiding her from a distance and watching longingly as she played with a group of people. If not for tonight's events, little Alya believed she wouldn't even know a disgusting, insignificant person like Hirano Satoshi.
The thought that she had been made to look so pathetic by such a guy made the stubborn little girl grit her teeth. Unfortunately, the pain between her legs and the lingering fear after sobering up mixed her loathing with dread. The two of them were like a "hemp stalk hitting a wolf"—equally afraid of each other.
Blonde and silver hair intertwined, sisters with fingers locked; the pair of lovely, deflowered young girls each used one foot for support, naked, stepping on his member. The scene made the young Hirano's eyes widen, and his member stood tall once again. You couldn't blame him for being insatiable. With a pair of cute, lewd, top-tier sisters like this, any man would be unable to resist, let alone the young Hirano.
But no matter how top-tier they were, the sisters—having just experienced sex for the first time—were too exhausted to fight another round. Under Alya's horrified gaze as she watched Hirano's member slowly recover, Masha's eyes darted around, and she suggested another way to make him feel good.