Chapter 196 - 195 : Relaxation

Chapter 196: Chapter 195 : Relaxation

After cleaning every last trace of Yor’s vaginal discharge with his tongue and lips, Haruto finally pulled back. His face was shiny with white, creamy fluid — thick, sweet, and musky — and a thin strand of it still stretched from his lips to Yor’s swollen clit before breaking with a wet pop. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his thick cock standing rock-hard and throbbing against his stomach, leaking precum in slow, shiny strands onto the tatami.

Yor lay back on the floor, her breasts rising and falling with each breath. Her long hair was splayed across the tatami like spilled ink. She looked up at Haruto with half-lidded eyes, a soft, tired smile on her lips.

"Let me rest a bit now... Then we will start again," she whispered, her voice low and sleepy.

Haruto nodded, his chest still heaving. "Yeah... sure, Yor. Rest as long as you need."

Aira sat on the edge of the tatami, completely naked, her fingers lazily circling her own nipple as she watched the entire scene with sparkling, wicked eyes. She didn’t say a word, but her pussy was still dripping with fresh arousal, coating her inner thighs in shiny golden trails.

Haruto turned to Aira, his voice rough but still warm.

"I came here to study, right? Let’s study a bit then we will have sex."

Aira’s eyes lit up instantly. She clapped her hands once, the sound bright and playful in the quiet room.

"Yes! Let’s study! I brought my books too!"

Haruto sat up, his naked body glowing in the sunlight, sweat still glistening on his chest and stomach. He moved to the low wooden table in the corner of the room, where Aira had already spread out a small pile of textbooks and notebooks for exam preparation. He sat on the floor right beside the table, his back against the wooden leg, completely naked. The wood was cool against his skin. He picked up his math notes and began opening the book.

Aira didn’t sit on the floor.

She climbed straight into Haruto’s lap, straddling his thighs with her knees on either side of his hips. Her heavy, warm pussy pressed directly against his thick cock — brushing the sensitive head, sliding slowly along the veined length, coating it instantly in her sticky pussy juice. Her bare breasts were pressed softly against his chest, her nipples stiff and rubbing against his skin with every breath. She smelled like summer — sweet, musky, and intoxicating.

"I have to help you study, right?" she said sweetly, her voice playful and teasing as she leaned forward and opened the math book with one hand. "So I’m here to help you. Let’s study."

Haruto’s cock twitched violently under her. The heat of her pussy, the way she was grinding slowly against him, the soft press of her breasts against his chest — it was driving him crazy. He grabbed Aira around the waist with both hands and pulled her closer, then leaned in and whispered right against her ear, his breath hot and heavy.

"Let’s study then."

Aira giggled softly, the sound vibrating through her body and straight into his. She opened the book and began explaining the problem in a sweet, concentrated voice while her hips kept moving — slow, teasing circles that made his thick cock slide between her slick folds with every grind.

"Equation four... the square root of two... yes, it’s correct, Haruto," she murmured, pointing at the page with her finger while her other hand rested on his chest.

But they weren’t really studying.

Haruto’s hands roamed.

One hand squeezed her heavy breast, thumb brushing the stiff nipple until she moaned softly. The other hand slipped between her thighs, two fingers gently parting her swollen lips and teasing her entrance, dipping inside just enough to feel how wet she was. Aira’s breathing grew heavier, her hips moving faster, her pussy juice dripping down his cock and onto the floor in slow, shiny trails.

After a few minutes, Aira reached for her pencil case on the table and pulled out a mechanical pencil — the thick, smooth kind with a clear barrel. She brought it down between her own legs and slowly, deliberately pushed it inside her pussy. The tip disappeared inch by inch until only the thick plastic part remained visible. Her pussy lips stretched around the pencil, gripping it tightly, and her juices immediately coated the entire length, making it shiny and wet.

Haruto’s eyes widened with dark hunger.

He leaned forward and kissed the pencil — tasting her pussy juice on the plastic — then pulled back and took the wet pencil into his mouth. He sucked it slowly, licking the thick coating of her arousal off the tip, then deeper, moaning softly around it as he sucked on the pencil while Aira rode him.

"Mmm... delicious, Aira..." he whispered, his voice thick with lust.

Aira moaned in response, her hips grinding harder against his cock, her pussy clenching around the pencil still buried inside her. The table fan kept spinning. The sunlight kept pouring in. The room filled with soft moans, wet sucking sounds, and the faint sound of pencil scraping against Aira’s inner walls as she moved.

Their study session was going smoothly — on the surface.

But underneath it, the real lesson was happening: Haruto and Aira teasing each other with every number, every equation, every page.

After teasing for what felt like an eternity — Aira grinding her dripping pussy against his cock while her pencil was still buried inside her, Haruto’s fingers dipping into her wet heat, his mouth tasting the sweet coating on the plastic — both of them finally felt their eyes grow heavy.

Aira was the first to speak, her voice soft and sleepy, still trembling with leftover arousal.

"I’m so sleepy now... Just a short nap... then we can continue, Haruto."

Haruto nodded, his thick cock still rock-hard and leaking against her thigh.

"Yeah... me too. Let’s rest for a bit."

Yor was already half-asleep on the floor, her heavy breasts rising and falling slowly, her eyes closed, her body limp and relaxed. The sun light painted her face in soft gold, her lips slightly parted, a faint sheen of sweat still glistening on her skin. She looked completely peaceful.

Haruto crawled over to her. He lay down right beside Yor, his naked body pressing against her side. Yor instinctively moved toward him in her sleep — her heavy leg draping over his thigh, her hand reaching out and grabbing his arm possessively, pulling him closer until her breasts were squished softly against his chest. Her breathing was deep and even, her face buried in the crook of his neck, her pussy warm and slightly sticky against his thigh. She looked like a contented cat, completely at peace in his arms.

Aira didn’t hesitate.

She slid in from the other side, her naked body curling against Haruto like a warm blanket. Her soft thigh pressed against his right side, her heavy breast squishing against his left arm, her hair across his chest. She reached out and grabbed his arm too, pulling him into the middle of the small warm triangle. Her lips brushed his ear as she whispered, voice thick with sleep:

"Haruto... sleep with me... I want to be close to you..."

Haruto lay in the absolute center — his back on the tatami, Yor’s body on his left, Aira’s on his right. All three of them were completely naked, their bare skin touching in a tangled, sweaty mess. His thick cock rested heavy between Yor’s thighs, while Aira’s wet pussy pressed against his right side. Every inch of them was exposed to the warm breeze that drifted through the open windows from the garden.

The gentle breeze was cool and soft, carrying the faint scent of night-blooming jasmine and distant rain. It moved slowly across the room, lifting the ends of their hair, cooling the sweat on their skin, and making the hair on their arms and legs stand up in tiny bumps. It was the perfect summer breeze — warm enough to keep them comfortable, cool enough to soothe the heat that had built inside the house.

Yor was already deep in sleep, her body heavy and relaxed, her pussy still slightly swollen and glistening, her breasts rising and falling in slow rhythm against Haruto’s chest. Aira curled tighter against him, her leg draped over his right thigh, her face tucked under his chin, her soft breath warm against his skin. Haruto lay in the middle, completely surrounded by the two girls he love, his arm wrapped around both of them, his cock still half-hard and resting against Yor’s thigh.

The table fan kept spinning softly in the corner, its blades barely moving. The sunlight shifted slowly across the floor, painting long golden stripes over their naked bodies. The cicadas outside sang louder, but inside the house, the only sounds were the soft, synchronized breathing of three people who had just shared something far more intimate than sex.

Haruto’s eyes grew heavy.

He was still half-conscious, still tasting the faint salty tang of Yor’s piss and the sweet musk of both girls on his tongue, but the exhaustion finally won.

His last thought before sleep took him was simple and warm:

This... is enough.

The gentle breeze continued to blow through the open window, cool and peaceful.

Three naked bodies lay tangled together on the tatami, exposed and beautiful in the fading light.