Chapter 2944: Cleaning up (2) *

Futaba looked up at me as a playful, knowing smile touched her lips. Even though she was feeling embarrassed, she opened her mouth, wrapping her lips around the head and sucked on me until I twitched from the pleasure.

Her smile turned into a triumphant one as she used her tongue, teasing every part of it. Then, she sucked on me again before finally wrapping her hands around it and continued to cover it with soap, the friction of her palms against the sensitive head creating a spark of electricity that shot straight through my body.

As she pulled back with a wet pop, leaving a string of saliva between the tip and her lips, Futaba continued to rub around the base, meticulously lathering the area around my balls, ensuring that every inch of me was slick with soap just like how I did it for her.

Once she was done, the girl stood up again to pinch my nose. "There. Happy?"

"Mhm... That was an amazing service. But we’re not done yet, are we?"

Upon saying that, I reached for the knob again, letting the water cascade over both of us again.

The sudden rush of warmth washed away the soap, clearing the white foam from our bodies. At the same time, I pulled her close again. And Futaba, perhaps understanding what I wanted to do, simply tilted her head and welcomed my lips.

The water cascaded around us, creating a private sanctuary of steam and sound. Futaba’s arms wrapped tightly around my neck as her body molded to mine.

When the last remnants of soap vanished down the drain. The playful energy from moments ago had shifted into something more intimate.

I lifted her, her legs instinctively locking around my waist, and pressed her back against the cool, white tiles of the bathroom wall. The girl gasped but her eyes were already filled with a mixture of surrender and desire that had only grown since we first crossed that line.

"I knew it. This isn’t just going to be a simple wash-up."

"You already know, yet you never stopped me."

"How could I stop you, Onoda-kun? You never gave me a chance."

"Mhm? Then should I give you the chance now?"

"Too late." Futaba pressed her forehead against mine as her arms wrapped even tighter. This time, she took the initiative to close the gap between our lips, hungrily kissing me.

My hands slid down her waist, lifting her higher against the tiles. Then, I grabbed my cock and aligned it with her sacred place. With one smooth, decisive thrust, I buried myself deeply inside her.

Futaba’s brows knit together as sharp pain probably flickered through her, but it was quickly drowned out by a soft moan as the sensation of fullness brought more pleasure than pain to her.

Then, the girl demanded more kisses, or rather, she wanted me to muffle her voice as her body gradually settled down. Likewise, I didn’t move right away, just pinning her against the wall, keeping my cock buried deep within her to let her absorb the feeling.

"Mmgh...!"

Futaba’s breath was ragged as her chest heaved against mine.

With her special constitution, the friction was minimal but the pleasure was exponential. Every slight twitch of my hips sent a jolt of electricity through her, making her toes curl and her grip on my shoulders tighten until it was almost painful.

Minutes passed like this. As our lips separated, Futaba glared at me with a mixture of frustration and longing, her eyes glazed over.

"H-how long are you going to keep me pinned like this?"

"Don’t you like this? We can stay like this for a long time."

"We’ll catch a cold. Ugh... you’re such a tease," Futaba whimpered but instead of hitting me in protest, the girl bit my lower lip before resuming our kisses.

As her tongue entangled mine, the girl started shaking her hips.

Right. Instead of waiting for me to move, this girl had the idea of taking the lead.

Well, since she’s so dedicated, I naturally couldn’t disappoint her.

Without further warning, I held onto her waist and began to move.

I pulled my hips back slightly before driving forward with a force that made Futaba quiver against the tiles. The sound of our skin meeting echoed in the small, humid space, cutting through the rhythmic drip of the showerhead.

She almost bit my tongue in her haste to swallow her breath. But soon, the girl held onto me tightly, giving back just as much as I was taking.

Because of her constitution, every millimeter of movement felt like a landslide of sensation for her.

It was truly different for her this time. Earlier, she just pushed through with it, ignoring the pain and her inexperience. But now, having already crossed the threshold, the sensations were vivid and unfiltered.

Every time I withdrew almost entirely before plunging back in, Futaba would cry out in pleasure. Perhaps, if not for me holding her up against the wall, her legs would have given out long ago. She was completely attuned to my rhythm, her hips tilting instinctively to maximize the friction. My cock scraped her sensitive walls with every stroke while the tip poked her most sensitive spots, sending her into a spiral of breathless moans.

"Onoda... Onoda-kun!" She couldn’t help but call out my name, as that was the only thing she could focus on.

A few moments later, her whole body seized, and Futaba let out a sharp, muffled cry against my shoulder. Her internal muscles clamped down on me in a series of frantic, rhythmic pulses. She finally reached her climax.

However, that’s just the start. After letting her catch her breath for a second, I shifted my weight and drove back in, not letting the momentum die.

The sudden return of the friction made Futaba let out a strangled gasp as her eyes fluttered shut. She was already sensitive from her first peak, and now every stroke felt like it was carving a permanent mark of pleasure into her soul.

"Onoda-kun... you rogue..." She whimpered amidst her moans, her arms and legs tightening further.

Like this, I kept the pace steady, savoring her very accommodating body. Still, I made sure not to be overly aggressive.

As always, I cared more for the girl’s pleasure and well-being over my own release.

I wanted her to feel loved and desired, not just conquered. As the steam continued to swirl around us, we switched positions a few times, making her climax at each turn. But every time she recovered, she’d kneel to use her mouth on me as if trying to accelerate my own release. Unfortunately for her, once I plunged into her again, it would always be her who succumbed first.

However, her effort didn’t go to waste. By her fourth climax, I decided to finally let go.

I brought us back under the shower and amidst the drumming of the water, I had her hold onto me, one of her legs wrapped tightly around my hip as I drove deep one last time.

Holding her as close as possible, I released everything into her, filling her up for the second time. The sensation was an explosive rush that left us both panting. And for Futaba, it was the final blow to whatever remained of her composure. Her lips stretched into a satisfied grin, clearly enjoying the sensation of me filling her to the brim.

"Onoda-kun... take care of me from now on." The girl whispered before her head finally slumped against my shoulder, her strength completely spent.

I slowly pulled out from her and held her gently, supporting her back so she wouldn’t slide.

Futaba looked like a melted candle, her eyes unfocused and her lips slightly parted. She had given everything to me, and the sheer exhaustion of multiple climaxes had finally claimed her.

I spent the next few minutes rinsing her body with a tenderness that contrasted with the intensity of our session. I made sure every bit of soap and sweat was washed away, treating her skin as if it were the most fragile porcelain.

Once she was clean, I dried us both and carried her back to her room. As I lay gently on the bed, Futaba kept her arms around my neck, tugging me down with her.

Understanding what she wanted me to do, I didn’t try to pull away and climbed onto the bed with her. Almost instantly, the girl curled into my embrace, her head resting against my chest.

"Mhm, don’t worry. I won’t leave until you’re completely asleep," I whispered, pulling the blanket over both of us.

While this night was comparable to a normal night for me, it was different for this Futaba. Everything that happened had fundamentally changed the trajectory of her body, mind and heart.

Tomorrow would definitely be a challenge for her.