Chapter 198 - 197 : No Longer Virgin

Chapter 198: Chapter 197 : No Longer Virgin

The late afternoon light had softened into a warm, golden haze as it slanted through the open windows of the living room. The cicadas outside had grown louder, their song filling the air like a steady heartbeat. The table fan still spun lazily in the corner, its soft whoosh the only sound besides the distant rustle of leaves in the garden.

Haruto sat on the tatami, completely naked, his thick cock still half-hard and resting against his thigh, glistening with the last traces of their earlier teasing. Aira was curled against his side, her naked body pressed close, her round glasses slightly fogged, her heavy breasts squished softly against his arm. Yor sat cross-legged a few feet away, her long hair tied in a loose ponytail, her black sweater hanging open to reveal her breasts and nipples as she drew on her tablet — her part-time illustration work, a detailed fox in a magical forest scene, her stylus moving with smooth, focused strokes. The room smelled of leftover Omurice, faint sex, and the sweet musk of arousal still lingering in the air.

Hours passed like that — peaceful, intimate, and strangely normal.

Aira helped Haruto study.

She sat in his lap again, her wet pussy brushing his cock while she explained math problems in a sweet, concentrated voice. Haruto’s fingers rested on her heavy thighs, tracing slow circles as she leaned over the books. Yor occasionally glanced up from her tablet, her violet eyes soft and loving, offering him a small smile every few minutes.

Eventually, the sun began to dip lower, painting the room in deeper amber. The cicadas grew louder. Yor closed her tablet, set it aside, and stretched with a soft sigh.

"I’m tired..." she murmured. "Let’s take a rest."

Haruto nodded. The three of them moved to the wide edge of the open garden door, where the wooden threshold met the cool tiles outside. The gentle evening breeze drifted in, cool and refreshing, carrying the faint scent of night-blooming jasmine from the garden and the distant smell of rain. The sky was turning deep purple, the first stars beginning to appear.

They sat on the wooden steps, legs dangling slightly over the edge, completely naked. Aira and Yor had brought out two small packets of chips and two glasses of cold barley tea. The chips were salt-and-vinegar, the tea was refreshing and slightly bitter. They ate together, the cool breeze cooling their sweat-slick skin while they talked in soft, contented voices.

Haruto took a chip and popped it into his mouth, his eyes half-lidded as he watched the girls.

"It’s like heaven... being naked with you two," he said softly, his voice warm and full of gratitude. "Everything feels so right."

Yor smiled gently, her cheeks faintly pink as she chewed a chip.

"Yes... I felt so good today."

Aira grinned mischievously, her glasses slipping down her nose, and took a long sip of tea.

"Haruto-kun... one work isn’t done yet."

Haruto raised an eyebrow, chewing slowly.

"What work?"

Aira’s eyes sparkled with wicked excitement.

"Taking Yor’s virginity."

Haruto’s cock twitched hard. The thought of finally breaking Yor’s hymen made him harden completely again, the thick shaft rising proudly between his legs.

"Oh yeah..." he murmured, his voice low and husky. "Today... now I’m going to take Yor’s virginity. Are you ready, Yor?"

Yor’s eyes were soft and steady. She nodded, her long hair swaying as she leaned closer.

"Always ready with you, Haruto."

Aira clapped her hands together, her bare breasts jiggling slightly.

"Then let’s go inside. Today I will break her hymen."

Yor blushed faintly but smiled.

"Let’s do this."

Aira leaned in, her voice dropping to a teasing whisper.

"I will help Yor too... and I want to see her reaction."

The evening breeze continued to blow gently through the open garden door, cooling their naked bodies as the three of them sat together on the wooden steps, the first stars brightening in the deepening purple sky.

But right now, in this peaceful moment, Haruto felt completely, perfectly home.

And the night was only just beginning.

The evening breeze had grown cooler by the time they moved inside.

Aira’s bedroom was at the end of the quiet hallway — a wide, airy room with a large double bed covered in soft white sheets, a low wooden table beside it, and the same open window that let in the last golden light of the day. The air smelled of fresh sheets and the faint lavender. The cicadas outside were now the loudest sound in the house.

Haruto walked between the two naked girls, his thick cock still hard and swaying heavily between his legs. The soft thud of his steps on the wooden floor echoed softly. He had taken the small bottle of lube from his bag in the living room, the plastic container cool and heavy in his hand.

Aira pushed open the bedroom door and stepped inside first.

"Lay down, Yor-chan," she said softly, her voice warm and encouraging. "I’ll be right here with you."

Yor walked to the center of the wide bed and lay down on her back, her hair spreading across the white pillow like ink. She spread her legs slowly, her heavy thighs parting naturally, completely exposing her smooth, slightly swollen pussy. The soft folds were already glistening from the earlier teasing, her clit puffy and dark, her entrance slightly parted and dripping with the last traces of her own arousal.

Haruto climbed onto the bed last. He knelt between Yor’s spread thighs, his thick cock throbbing heavily in front of him. He leaned down and kissed her pussy — soft, slow, reverent. His lips brushed the sensitive folds, tasting the faint sweetness of her arousal mixed with the lingering salt of her piss. Yor sighed deeply, her hands resting gently on his shoulders as he continued to kiss her, his tongue flicking out to trace the outer lips before he pulled back.

Aira sat on the edge of the bed beside them, completely naked, her breasts rising and falling with excitement. She watched every movement with dark, hungry eyes, her fingers idly circling her own nipple.

Haruto reached for the lube bottle on the low table. He unscrewed the cap and poured a generous amount into his palm. The thick, clear gel felt cool against his skin. He spread it slowly over Yor’s pussy — two thick fingers coating every inch of her swollen folds, sliding between her lips, pushing inside her entrance to coat her walls. The lube made everything slippery and warm. Then he poured a generous amount directly onto his own cock — the thick, veined shaft shining wetly under the last rays of sunlight, the head glistening as he pumped it slowly with his fist.

He didn’t rush.

He took his time.

Haruto rubbed the head of his lubed cock up and down Yor’s pussy lips — teasing, circling, gliding along her slick folds without pushing inside. The thick head kissed her entrance again and again, coating her in lube, making her moan softly every time it brushed her clit. He kept his hips still, holding back, giving her time to adjust, to relax, to feel safe.

Aira watched with a soft, approving smile, her own pussy glistening with fresh arousal.

Haruto’s voice was low and reassuring, still holding back completely.

"I’m taking it slow, Yor... I want you to feel at ease. First time... it shouldn’t hurt. Just relax for me, okay?"

Yor’s eyes were half-lidded with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. She nodded slowly, her thighs trembling slightly as she felt the thick head of his cock rub against her entrance again and again.

The bedroom was bathed in warm evening light. The cicadas outside sang louder. The only sounds were the soft, wet sounds of lube sliding, Yor’s soft breathing, and the faint creak of the old bedframe as Haruto continued his slow, careful teasing.

He was in no rush.

He wanted her to feel only pleasure from the very first time.

Haruto finally pushed forward.

Yor’s pussy was already coated in thick, slippery lube from the earlier teasing. Her folds were puffy and glistening, her entrance slightly parted and dripping with arousal. Haruto’s thick, veined cock — still shiny with lube — pressed against her slick lips. The head kissed her entrance one final time, then slowly, steadily, he pushed.

The moment the head began to enter, Yor’s entire body tensed.

"Aaahhh...!" she moaned, the sound low and broken, half-pain, half-pleasure. Her eyes widened, her back arching slightly off the bed. He was so thick. So heavy. The stretch was intense, almost overwhelming, as the thick head forced its way past her tight ring of muscle. Yor’s hands gripped the white sheets tightly, her thighs trembling violently.

Haruto paused, breathing hard, his cock buried only halfway.

He looked down at her face — at the way her lips parted in a mix of discomfort and building bliss — and felt his chest tighten with something deeper than lust.

"I’m stopping if it hurts too much, Yor," he whispered, his voice rough but gentle. "Just tell me."

But Yor shook her head, her hair spilling across the pillow, her breathing already coming faster.

"No... don’t... pull out. Please... just continue."

Haruto swallowed hard. He saw the faint red line of her hymen already stretched thin and visible beneath the lube. With slow, careful pressure he pushed again.

The hymen finally broke.

It tore with a soft, wet pop. A small amount of faint blood — bright red, almost clear — immediately mixed with the lube and her arousal and began to trickle slowly out from around the thick head of his cock, running down her swollen folds and onto the white sheets beneath her. Haruto felt the warm, slippery resistance disappear as he sank deeper. Yor moaned again, louder this time, her body shaking.

"Aaahhh... it hurts... but it also feels so good..."

Haruto stayed still for a moment, buried halfway inside her, feeling the tight, virgin heat clench around him. Then he started to move — slow, deliberate thrusts. Every time he pulled back, the faint red blood from her torn hymen mixed with Yor’s juices and coated his cock, making the shaft glisten obscenely. When he pushed back in, fresh streaks of blood ran down her pussy and coated his balls.

Yor’s moans turned into something between pain and pleasure. Her thighs trembled. Her heavy breasts bounced with every slow thrust. She was trying to adapt — trying to take the feeling in, trying to relax around him even as her body protested.

"Aaahhh... Haruto... it’s stretching me... it’s burning a little... but keep going..."

Haruto’s face was tight with concentration. He kept his pace slow, deep, and steady — not rushing, not hurting her more than necessary. Every thrust made her pussy lips stretch wide around his girth, the torn hymen fluttering against his shaft as fresh blood mixed with her arousal and coated everything in glossy red streaks.

Aira sat on the edge of the bed, completely naked, her hands resting on her heavy breasts as she watched with wide, sparkling eyes.

"Haruto... you broke her hymen," she whispered, voice soft and reverent. "Yor-chan... you’re no longer a virgin. I will remember this moment forever."

Yor moaned again, her eyes half-lidded with a strange mix of pain and overwhelming pleasure.

Haruto kept thrusting slowly, carefully, his cock bloody with her blood and her juices, the bedroom filling with the wet, obscene sounds of his slow, deep fucking and Yor’s broken, needy moans.

But in this moment, Haruto felt something he had never felt before — not just lust, not just power... but the deep, quiet responsibility of taking someone’s first time.