Chapter 2957: First Squeeze *

Soon, the metallic sound of a zipper parting echoed through the quiet room. Ryouko-san and Shio worked with a synchronized efficiency that left me no room to protest. Not that I wanted to.

Following that, the sensation of the button popping open felt like the start of a countdown.

Ryouko-san’s lips pulled away for a moment as she whispered, "Lift your hips, Ruki-kun."

I obeyed, shifting my weight on her lap as she and Shio worked together to pull my pants down to my ankles, leaving my boxers in place.

The moment my lips were sealed again, their hands returned and this time there was no hesitation. The fabric of my boxers was shoved aside, pulling my throbbing cock out into the cool air of the office.

"What a pervert." I heard Shio whisper with a giggle.

I wanted to retort that nobody could remain flaccid if they were being handled by three beautiful women in a locked office, but the words would have no way to be conveyed as Ryouko-san’s kiss deepened like she wanted me to focus on our connection more than what Shio and Orimura-sensei were doing.

Well, it’s not like I have much of a choice. Besides, I also have to show my sincerity. Despite the risk, they’re doing all this for me.

Before long, two hands converged on my length, one gripped the base while the other gently traced the crown, handling it so tenderly it felt like a religious experience.

"Pervert." This time it was Orimura-sensei whispering as she nibbled on my earlobe, her voice lacking any real venom. "It might’ve been better to cut that off and call it a lesson in modesty."

Despite the threat, the way she handled my ear was as affectionate as Ryouko-san’s kiss. My body couldn’t help but react to the combined sensory overload.

I have no other choice but to remain passive here and let them lead the way. The feeling of being completely surrounded and handled by them is an intoxicating mix of vulnerability and luxury. Between Ryouko-san’s soft lips, Shio’s possessive grip and Orimura-sensei’s breathy whispers, my mind is starting to blur.

I don’t know how much time passed but my mind had been jolted awake when a wet heat suddenly enveloped the tip of my cock.

Looking down, Shio’s had already positioned herself, half-squatting on the other side, her mouth stuffed with my cock as she bobbed her head slowly, sending a jolt of electricity straight to my brain.

Ryouko-san’s hand kept a firm grip on the base, allowing Shio to dictate the pace. The sensation was overwhelming, coupled with the kisses and nibbles from the other two. I felt like a piece of clay being molded by their collective desire, my thoughts dissolving into a haze of pure pleasure.

After watching Shio’s endeavor for a few seconds, I closed my eyes and let out a shaky breath. The rhythmic suction and the warmth of her mouth were almost too much to handle, especially while Ryouko-san continued to claim my lips, her tongue exploring every corner of my mouth as if she wanted to devour me whole.

Orimura-sensei didn’t stay idle. She moved from my ear to my neck and before I knew it, she had taken over the kissing duties from Ryouko-san.

Her approach was different, more aggressive and demanding, as if she were trying to reclaim her authority through sheer passion.

I counted in my head and they kept swapping every minute or so.

Below, Shio fully indulged in giving me her best, her cheeks hollowing with each deep pull. At certain intervals, she would pull back and focus her tongue around the head of my cock, teasing me with all the sensitive spots she had long discovered before.

Like this, even if I used all my strength to hold back the sensation of the impending climax, it was pointless. And so... I could only wait for my execution.

"Ruru... are you close?" Shio muttered in a muffled voice as she paused to look up at me with a triumphant glint in her eyes.

Without waiting for me to answer, she increased the speed of her suction, even employing the tricks I taught her using her tongue, making my entire body shudder.

At the same time, Orimura-sensei’s hands weren’t idle. She had moved from my neck to my chest, her fingers clutching my shirt as if she wanted to pull me away from Ryouko-san’s embrace.

She had my tongue deeply entangled with hers while eagerly exchanging saliva with me.

As for Ryouko-san, she switched to kissing my neck and collarbone while letting my other hand explore beneath her shirt.

The combination of the three of them was too much.

My breathing gradually became shallow and my hips began to twitch involuntarily. I tried to keep some shred of composure, but the intensity of the sensory overload was stripping away my defenses.

Every time I thought I had reached the limit, one of them would change the pace or add a new touch, dragging the tension out and making the eventual crash feel inevitable.

"Ruki-kun, it’s fine. Let go. Otherwise, you won’t be able to leave this place." Ryouko-san softly whispered with a hint of teasing as she sensed my struggle to maintain control.

And that was the breaking point.

The combined effort of Shio’s relentless suction, Orimura-sensei’s demanding kisses, and Ryouko-san’s comforting warmth acted like a trigger.

I couldn’t help but tug Orimura-sensei’s head, keeping our lips locked to muffle my groan. At the same time, my other hand firmly squeezed Ryouko-san’s bountiful softness, seeking some kind of anchor in the storm of pleasure.

The dam finally broke. Even when Shio sensed the last thread of my restraint snapping, her lips and tongue didn’t let up.

My hips involuntarily thrust up as the first pulse hit, a violent jolt of electricity that surged from the base of my spine to the tip of my cock. Shio didn’t flinch, tightening her grip as she greedily swallowed and ensuring not a single drop was wasted.

The sensation of being completely consumed by her while locked in the embrace of the other two was almost too much for my mind to process.

Orimura-sensei felt the tremor go through my entire body and our lips separated. Perhaps fascinated by my current expression, she grinned and licked the corner of my mouth. "Serves you right, shameless brat."

Soon, an audible pop echoed in the room as Shio raised her head, releasing my poor cock with a playful, wet smack of her lips.

She looked completely satisfied but the mischievous smirk on her face remained. "Mhm... I’m done here. I’ll stand guard outside. You two squeeze him further. Don’t let Ruru off lightly. Especially you, Ryouko."

As she stood up, the woman shot me a wink that promised more trouble later, before slipping out the door to act as our lookout.

"T-then... Sanae, let me do it first... hold him for me." Ryouko-san’s face turned crimson as she released me from my embrace.

And as though following the plan they formulated earlier, Orimura-sensei, who was just snickering at my plight, pulled me up from Ryouko-san’s lap.

She hopped on top of the table and used all four of her limbs to hold me upright, presenting me directly in front of the seated Ryouko-san.

"Behave, shameless brat. You brought this upon yourself. And don’t try to say this is punishment. You’re being rewarded, don’t you think so? But whether you can walk out of this room without stumbling or not is entirely up to us."

With her chin anchored on my shoulder, Orimura-sensei nibbled my earlobe again while keeping her full-body grip secured.

What can I say? It’s not like I have much of a choice, right? Besides... looking at Ryouko-san whose eyes were already focused on my still-hardened cock, a surge of desire flooded my senses and bolstered my dwindling stamina.

"Ruki-kun, I’ll help you out." With a voice as tender as a lullaby, Ryouko-san shifted her chair forward, just enough to close the distance between her mouth and my cock. Then, she rolled her shirt up just a bit, exposing the voluptuous curve of her chest still covered by her sports bra.

Tugging that tight fabric upwards, it slid over her skin with a soft friction, fully revealing the heavy and bouncy pair of breasts that I had been using as a pillow earlier.

With her cherry-pink peaks fully exposed to the air, Ryouko-san didn’t waste a second. She leaned forward, trapping my cock in between those two soft, heavy mounds of flesh.

The sensation of my cock being pressed, squeezed, and rolled between her breasts was a different kind of torture. One that felt like being swallowed by a warm, silken cloud.

"Sanae, hold him tighter," Ryouko-san breathed as she gave the exposed part of my cock a tender lick.

Orimura-sensei clicked her tongue before I felt her teeth sink slightly into my earlobe. Then, like a snake coiling around its prey, she tightened her arms and legs around me, holding me firmly for Ryouko-san’s benefit.