Chapter 794

Chapter 794: Chapter 794

"If you hate it, push me away," Kaoru said bluntly, pressing his lips against hers.

Amasawa Ichika had intended to push him away—after all, she really wasn’t ready for this—but then, thinking about certain things, she decided that just going along with it might be fine.

After all, Kaoru’s current performance was more than satisfactory.

The fact that he could win over so many girls sparked a strange thought in her mind:

’Will I be won over by him too?’

’What would legendary love feel like?’

Lost in these chaotic thoughts, Amasawa Ichika didn’t push him away immediately, allowing his lips to meet hers.

In that instant, a soft sensation washed over her as the scent of male hormones flooded her senses.

Ichika instinctively parted her lips slightly, only to feel Kaoru’s tongue entwine with her own.

A tingling, ticklish sensation bloomed in her mouth—the gentle touch felt like a playful game.

Her body went limp as Kaoru pressed her down.

Their warm, intertwined breaths mingled with the girl’s captivating fragrance, and a faint blush gradually spread across her fair, smooth skin.

Kaoru stroked her hair, greedily devouring her lips as the wet, obscene sounds of their kiss echoed between them.

A sweet, aphrodisiac-like fragrance filled the air between their lips, driving Kaoru wild.

His cock twitched against her lower abdomen, and using his weight to press her down, he began to grind against her between her legs.

By the time Kaoru finally pulled away from her lips, the girl was already panting softly.

"Mmm... That was... my first kiss... Senpai, you’re so mean," Amasawa Ichika murmured, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She couldn’t put a name to the feeling—was it disgust?

Yet, when their lips had met and his tongue had slid inside, she hadn’t felt anything particularly unpleasant. It was just an exchange of saliva, so why was it so addictive?

’How strange,’ she thought. ’I’m a Whiteroom student. I’ve been trained since childhood to suppress all emotion and desire. I can even endure the pain of a dislocated arm, yet a simple kiss makes my heart race like this.’

Amasawa Ichika couldn’t understand what was happening to her body.

It was like pretending to be polite by offering to try a piece of cake, expecting it to taste terrible, only to find it absolutely delicious after the first bite.

The surprise and astonishment left her emotions in a tangled mess.

Is this what falling in love feels like?

"Your clothes are all wet. Let me help you take them off," Kaoru said, inventing a clumsy excuse as he reached for her.

"We can’t have you getting the bed all wet."

"Of course they’re wet with rain like this," Amasawa Ichika grumbled, yet she didn’t resist as he began to undress her.

"I rushed straight to your room without even changing."

The jacket had shielded her from the worst of the downpour, leaving her t-shirt only damp at the collar.

The wet fabric clung to her delicate breasts, faintly revealing the shape and color of her bra beneath.

Though she didn’t boast the same impressive curves as Nanase Tsubasa, Amasawa Ichika’s chest was far from small.

Kaoru’s hands found their way to her breasts, struggling to grasp the soft, springy flesh.

They filled his palms completely, trembling slightly as they shifted beneath his touch.

"Mmm... S-Senpai, you’re such a pervert," Ichika pouted. "Are you really that obsessed with my breasts? Maybe I should start charging you."

This wasn’t the first time Kaoru had felt her breasts. On the deserted island, Amasawa Ichika had even let him knead them deliberately, so she barely reacted to his sudden assault on her chest.

"If I’m going to rub these for a lifetime, how much should I pay you, Amasawa-san?" Kaoru kept his palms pressed against her soft, supple breasts, cupping them from below and kneading them upward. Even through the thin t-shirt, the sensation was incredibly pleasant.

’Girls’ breasts truly are miraculous,’ he thought.

"I thought you wouldn’t be interested in a little rabbit like me after you’ve already touched Nanase-san’s big rabbits," Amasawa Ichika said, blinking.

Nanase Tsubasa’s face flushed crimson, and she remained silent, clutching the blanket to her chest as she whispered, "S-Should I give you two some space?"

Seeing that Amasawa Ichika had no intention of resisting Kaoru, Nanase Tsubasa, who was no fool, knew exactly what was about to happen next—after all, she had just experienced it herself.

’Under the circumstances, it might not be appropriate for me to stay,’ she thought.

"No, Tsubasa, you can just watch from the side." Kaoru couldn’t bear to send away the maiden he had just deflowered. No sane man would do such a thing.

Tsubasa gave a soft hum of agreement and dutifully stayed still.

Amasawa Ichika covered her face with her hand, feeling a sense of exasperation at the innocent girl’s naivety.

"You idiot," she said. "He wants a double team! After he devours me, he’ll definitely devour you, then put us together and keep screwing us nonstop!"

Nanase Tsubasa’s ears instantly burned.

Though she had vaguely thought about such things, she had never been as bold as Amasawa Ichika.

"You certainly know a lot. But it seems a bit too late for that now," Kaoru said with a chuckle.

He then pulled off her t-shirt, instantly exposing the girl’s soft breasts.

To his surprise, she was wearing a pure white bra that tightly encased her two snow-white, tender little rabbits, making them look incredibly tempting.

It wasn’t until he removed her bra and she faced his gaze that Amasawa Ichika finally felt a flicker of something called shyness in her heart.

’How strange,’ she thought. ’I’m actually feeling shy in front of a boy.’

Amasawa Ichika suddenly recalled her experiences in the Whiteroom.

Although the adults had realized that emotions couldn’t be overly suppressed, they strictly controlled the children’s interactions with the opposite sex to prevent them from developing unnecessary feelings for their peers during puberty and to avoid early romance.

As a result, Amasawa Ichika had never felt that boys were any different from her—just that their physiological structures were different.

Moreover, she was feeling shy under a boy’s gaze. Normally, she would have been the one teasing Kaoru.

But this time, Amasawa Ichika found herself wanting to cover her chest, instinctively trying to hide her body from him.

However, Kaoru’s hands were already reaching for her. The girl’s completely naked body, with its fair and smooth skin, was exceptionally striking.

Upon her full, firm breasts, the areolae were a faint, cherry-blossom pink, and her small nipples stood slightly erect, as glistening as translucent grapes.

The moment he touched them, Kaoru immediately felt a softness and elasticity different from Nanase Tsubasa’s.

He kneaded the tender pink flesh in his hands, finding it flawless. It was an incredibly beautiful pair of breasts.

No man could resist such a temptation; a girl’s chest just possessed such a magical charm.

The girl’s body was still developing, so Kaoru didn’t roughly grab and squeeze her little rabbits.

A girl’s breasts also have sensitive nerves, and overly rough movements would cause her pain instead of pleasure.

"Ahhn... Senpai’s hand... is kneading my breasts... ahh... mmm... This feels so strange..."

Kaoru gently caressed Amasawa Ichika’s breasts, kneading the full flesh as if massaging them, occasionally pressing his fingertips against her small nipples to tease her.

This area was clearly very sensitive. Every time he touched her nipples, her petite body would tremble slightly, causing her to let out a few soft, involuntary moans.

Amasawa Ichika writhed a bit helplessly.

Even though she tried to force herself to endure it, the pleasure radiating from her breasts and nipples made it impossible to suppress her voice.

She could only press her legs together, unconsciously rubbing the insides of her thighs.

This expression was so similar to Nanase Tsubasa’s that it surprised Kaoru.

"Amasawa-san, have you ever masturbated?"

"M-Masturbated?"

Amasawa Ichika’s mind wandered. She knew exactly what the word meant.

"Before... before, I tried it in the Whiteroom... At night, I would hide under the covers alone and touch myself... But, because I was afraid of being discovered, I couldn’t keep doing it..."

They were under constant surveillance in the Whiteroom.

If Amasawa Ichika wanted to masturbate, she could only try to do so secretly under her covers.

However, after trying it for a while, Amasawa Ichika found it wasn’t as interesting as she had imagined. Worried the surveillance cameras would see her, she simply gave up.

Though she usually came across as a predator, Kaoru had assumed that even if she were a virgin, she would at least be experienced with masturbation.

As it turned out, she was just another "glass cannon"—a sexual novice with a fierce outward appearance.

"It seems I should teach Amasawa-san how to play with her own body."

As he whispered, Amasawa Ichika immediately felt her nipples being pinched again.

Every knead sent an uncontrollable surge of pleasure and delight through her, making her acutely aware that a man was ravishing her breasts, engaging in foreplay to prepare her for sex.

"Ah... ngh..."

Just thinking about this made soft moans escape her lips. Her lower body felt restless, and something seemed to be about to overflow from between her thighs, which had been gently rubbing together.

*So strange, so strange... my mind is all fuzzy...* This was the first time she had ever felt this way.

*Is having your breasts played with by a man really this good?*

*This... this is cheating...*

She had never known any of this. Whiteroom had only ever taught her that sex was an act for releasing sexual desire and achieving pregnancy—not this kind of knowledge.

Amasawa Ichika quickly realized her line of thinking was wrong. It wasn’t the act of sex itself that brought her such pleasure; it was this man.

It was as if Kaoru knew exactly where her sensitive spots were, teasing them with maddeningly perfect precision. He slowly drew out her inner desires, building the pleasure until it threatened to consume her entire being.

*If he eats me up today, I’ll definitely go insane...*

Perhaps it was a woman’s intuition, but for the first time, Amasawa Ichika felt a profound sense of crisis. Just his fingers alone could bring her to the brink of bliss; what would happen when he actually thrust his cock inside her?

"Senpai..." Amasawa Ichika’s voice turned involuntarily sweet and needy. She wanted to escape, but if she didn’t run now, she would be fucked into a mere meat toy.

Kaoru leaned down to kiss her lips, his hands never stopping their assault on her breasts as his fingertips relentlessly teased her erect nipples.

"Ah... Hnn... Senpai... Senpai... I want more... Ahh..."

Amasawa Ichika tilted her pretty face up, meeting Kaoru’s deep kiss.

Her legs twisted and rubbed together restlessly. Even as she tried to stifle her moans, the unreleased pleasure surged through her, making her back and waist shudder violently.

The moment she relaxed her guard, her mouth would let out sweet, breathy moans she had never heard from herself before.

She was astonished by her own desperate gasps, yet she couldn’t stop herself from craving more.

What she didn’t know was that Kaoru was already an expert at stoking a girl’s sexual fire. He started gently, gradually increasing the intensity, sending wave after wave of pleasure crashing over her until she couldn’t stop.

Combined with the effects of his various "rewards," even a succubus would have been reduced to moaning endlesly beneath him.

But Amasawa Ichika couldn’t think that far anymore. She was completely lost in heat, her mind a blank void as she called out his name over and over again.

Her previous idea of running away had been swept away by waves of pleasure. The electric jolts of ecstasy coursing through her body easily shattered her consciousness.

Even when Kaoru pulled off her pants, she remained lost in a daze, her eyes unfocused as her body trembled slightly. She didn’t even seem to register what was happening.

"Ahhn!"

The next moment, Amasawa Ichika jolted violently.

Kaoru had already taken one of her nipples into his mouth. The teasing of his tongue was far more sensitive than his fingers, nearly driving her to tears. The pleasure was too intense, and she no longer knew what to do.

"Uhu... Senpai, Senpai... Nnh... Ahh... What do I do... I can’t... I’m going to break... It feels so good... ahh..."

As if afraid, Amasawa Ichika gripped Kaoru’s arm tightly. Then, his fingers stroked her inner thigh, sending her thoughts soaring into the sky.

It felt as if someone had squeezed her throat, and only after a long moment could she finally catch her breath.

In that single instant, Amasawa Ichika had already been played to orgasm by Kaoru.

The young girl, who had never even masturbated, had absolutely no experience with pleasure. She didn’t even know how to suppress her own desires.

Kaoru looked down at Amasawa Ichika’s lower body.

Now completely naked, she had unconsciously exposed the space between her thighs.

The sticky love juices, glistening and clear, slowly oozed from her small cunt, wetting the honeyed slit.

This undeveloped little cunt was quivering slightly. Even from the outside, it was obvious that it was desperate for a man’s training.

Each tremor seemed to be enticing Kaoru to hurry up and thrust his cock inside.

"Amasawa-san, I’m going to put it in now."

Kaoru suppressed his inner urges and first pressed his cock against Amasawa Ichika’s cunt, the head gently rubbing against her honeyed slit.

Every time it brushed against the soft, aroused flesh, it felt as if it could slide right in with just a little more pressure.

Amasawa Ichika seemed to have regained some of her senses. Feeling the hard object rubbing against her sensitive little cunt, her gaze refocused on Kaoru’s face.

"Senpai... aren’t you going to wear a condom?"

Amasawa Ichika was a bit confused. At this point, she definitely wouldn’t refuse to let Kaoru fuck her, but wouldn’t they get pregnant if they did it without a condom?

"I don’t have any condoms," Kaoru’s lips twitched. He was here to take an exam; why would he be carrying condoms on him?

Amasawa Ichika narrowed her eyes slightly. She looked at Kaoru, then at Nanase Tsubasa, and suddenly understood.

Nanase Tsubasa herself felt a bit embarrassed and couldn’t meet Amasawa Ichika’s gaze.

After all, how could she even bring herself to say out loud that Kaoru had pinned her down and came inside her without a condom?

Just when Kaoru thought Amasawa Ichika might not go through with it, she instead grabbed the bedsheet tightly.

"Just for the first time, I’ll allow Senpai to fuck me without a condom. If Senpai makes me feel really good, it’s okay to cum right inside my womb. You can cum wherever you want~"

Amasawa Ichika wore a mischievous smile, as if hinting to Kaoru. Her fingers caressed her own lower abdomen, then pressed down on the position of her womb.

"With a cock this big, you should be able to fill my womb completely, right?"

*Ugh, she felt embarrassed about her own thoughts just now. How could she have become Kaoru’s little meat toilet?*