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"You... whatever you're going to do, do it quickly..." Feeling Hirano's gaze like a licking tongue, Alya urged him in her softest tone. "Stop... stop looking at me like that..."
"My, is that the attitude of someone asking for a favor?"
Hirano stroked her thigh, entranced. Among all the girls he knew, only Alya had such a "devilish" figure. Masha was proportional, but she lacked Alya's "fleshy" length. For a leg enthusiast like Hirano, this was a critical hit. "Weren't you just dying to show yourself off to Kuze? But with me, it's not allowed? Hehe, quite the double standard."
"It... it's not the same..."
Alya offered a weak rebuttal. But Hirano didn't bother with her pale excuses; he reached between her thighs, and Alya fell silent. Feeling the moisture there, Hirano's smile grew even more wicked.
"Look at this. You're excited, aren't you? I told you, Alya—you're a closet exhibitionist."
"Who... who's a pervert?" Alya whispered, her eyes drifting toward the curtain.
"Still denying it? Whether it was walking around school like that, being taken in your seat, or me touching you secretly... even now, in a fitting room where anyone could walk in, Alya's 'bottom' gets wet so fast."
Hirano teased her through her damp panties. "Let's test it. For example... right now. If I touch here..."
"Mmm!!"
Alya snapped her head up, covering her mouth. Hirano felt the moisture spreading across the fabric in his palm and moved faster.
"See? Was I right? You're about to go, aren't you?"
"Stop... there... I can't... ugh, no! I'm going! I'm going!!"
Despite her protests, Hirano's fingers sent her into a peak of ecstasy. Watching her panting and drenched in sweat, Hirano withdrew his fingers and pried open her lips, sliding his fingers inside
"Look, taste it. It's still warm. Your own, fresh flavor..."
Between Yuki's spicy ramen and Masachika's sweet ice cream, Alya thought she had tasted enough today. But Hirano gave her a third, unforgettable flavor: salty, pungent, and thick.
*Ugh, so salty... so gross... hah, hah... this is... Hirano's... flavor...*
Alya's gaze was vacant, her tongue unconsciously wrapping around his fingers. Seeing the silver-haired "bitch" in such a dazed, seductive state, Hirano pulled his fingers out, leaving silver threads of saliva trailing behind.
"Now for the main event..." Hirano unzipped his pants, revealing himself to Alya's dazed blue eyes. "Use your mouth. If you take it all, I'll let you off for today."
"B-but... we agreed... using my mouth was off-limits..."
"Oh? You seemed to enjoy sucking it that night."
Alya bit her lip, her face full of resentment. Her first kiss had been given to this; she tried not to think about it as she gripped him. *Ugh, why is it... still so big...*
She slowly knelt down. In the cramped space, her massive breasts were squeezed against Hirano's body as she moved lower, making him let out a groan of appreciation. "You can use your chest if you want."
"Ugh, in your dreams!"
Pushed to the limit of her shame, Alya had stopped thinking about which was more "lewd"—her mouth or her breasts. She hesitated as the noise of the crowd outside flooded her ears, making her mind a mess. Finally, she tentatively extended her tongue and gave a lick.
*Ugh! So gross! So salty! And this smell...*
She narrowed her blue eyes and, deep within the mess, spotted a faint, unmistakable trace. "...You... you've already been with another woman today."
"Oh? You can taste it? As expected of an honor student; after eating it once, you remember the taste of 'juice'." Hirano was genuinely impressed.
"I've been working Masha too hard lately, so I wanted to let her rest. I called an old flame instead. She was a bit disobedient, so I caught her while you were on your date and took her in the restroom. By the time I finished, she was crying, saying she wanted to be my 'toilet' forever... But never mind her. I'll go back and punish her properly tonight. You can't be like her, Alya."
*Tch, of course I won't be your toilet forever! Dammit, if you love it so much, go find that slutty woman! Why does it have to be me...*
Alya didn't dare say these words aloud. She extended her tongue like a kitten, licking him with small, rhythmic strokes. The memory of the sweet ice cream Masachika had handed her with a gentle smile overlapped with the foul stench before her. It was like a drop of ink on a white page, staining her visibly.
Nearby, Masachika seemed to sense something and looked back, only to see the curtain of Alya's fitting room swaying violently.
"Strange, is Alya taking that long to try on one dress?"
"Oh, maybe she just took another one in. We can check on her in a bit."
Yuki pulled his head back toward her, excitedly asking for his opinion on another dress. Due to the spicy ramen or the heat, Yuki's light makeup had been washed away, leaving her natural, stunning beauty to shine.
"How about this one? Brother, does this suit me?"
"Yeah, I think so. But the last one was..."
Distracted, Masachika could only retract his gaze to soothe his clingy sister. If he had stepped just a bit closer, he would have seen two pairs of legs inside the "single" room. One pair was bloated and shaking, while the other—long and shapely—was folded on the ground, thighs spread wide.
"Hah... hah... Alya, that feels so good..."