In the end, it was nearly twelve o’clock when I finished cleaning up and returned to the Harukawa residence from school. I thanked Anna, who had been waiting for me at the kitchen door, and almost fainted from exhaustion, before collapsing into bed in my room.
Tomorrow (today, to be precise) is a make-up holiday and the school is closed. But I wanted to get up early and go to see Kotono.
However, I seemed to have fallen asleep and stopped before I had set the alarm.
If I hadn’t had a nightmare and woken up, I might have slept until past noon.
In my dream I was the rear leg of the horse in a fancy dress parade.
But as I walked, the horse became heavier and heavier, and I could barely walk and finally fell down. I was under the overturned horse, choking and struggling for breath.
I look up, mouth agape like a goldfish lacking oxygen, and before I know it, the horse is a real horse, not a fake. It was the biggest black horse I’d ever seen, and on its back was a huge man in armour with no face.
The helmet had two buffalo-like horns on it. I had seen him before, but I couldn’t remember where, and I gasped in horror as the horse crushed me.
I’m going to be crushed, and my face hurts.
I woke up at the same time as my fear reached its peak. I tried to take a quick breath, but my nose was blocked. I struggled to open my mouth and take the interrupted breath, desperately trying to stay alive. Then someone removed the hand blocking my nose.
“‘You’re awake at last. You’ve slept too long.”
I saw Kotono’s face right in front of me for the first time in a long time. She straddled me with a dumbfounded look on her face and pinched my cheeks with the other hand she had removed.
I was about to scream, but she covered my mouth with her hand.
“Don’t shout. You’re the only one here now, but you never know who might come back.”
I nodded silently at the low whisper of a voice. The servants’ quarters line the north side of the third floor of the house. It’s rarely visited during the day, but I sometimes return there to collect my personal belongings.
I listened carefully. There was no sign of anyone in the corridor, only the sound of the wind rustling the trees in the garden.
When she was satisfied, Kotono takes her hand away and ruffles my hair.
“‘It’s not fair that you neglect your master so much. When you are enjoying yourself so much.”
“No, it wasn’t all fun and games.”
In fact, being on the class committee was hard work. It’s a good memory when it’s all said and done, but it’s also a huge relief to have the weight off your shoulders. But Kotono didn’t like my answer and pinched my cheeks with both hands to stretch them.
“‘Oh, so you didn’t enjoy it? What about it? If you lie to me, I’ll never forgive you.
“I had a great time.”
Kotono thudded her a*s back down on the me. Her weight is on my stomach.
“I’ve been working hard on my self-study every day. I think a sex slave who looks down his nose at a girl from another school needs a good spanking.”
I finally remembered Kotono’s “self-study” with those words.
I’m not sure why Kotono, who is forbidden to come to the servants’ quarters, is here in the first place. I finally came up with a basic question.
“‘For that matter, how did you get here? According to the rules of the house, it’s not allowed.”
“‘It was morning and the servant hadn’t come in for some time, so the kind master came to see if the body was dead. What’s wrong with that?”
“No, you’re making a big mess of things, aren’t you?”
Kotono silently shifts her body and pulls off my quilt. A hand touches my neck, runs down my shoulder and starts to unbutton your pajamas.
“Don’t shout. If anyone finds out, I’ll accuse Sasuke of dragging me here.”
When he had finished unbuttoning, she stroked my shoulders and chest with his palms. It wasn’t so much a caress as it was a palm check from top to bottom. she stroked me for a while and then muttered to herself.
“I can’t believe Sasuke has a body like this. Then I’m going to make sure you know the results of my self-study with your body.”
Kotono sits on top of me. My physiological response waking up due to being sandwiched between her legs.
“You’re so big now, you’re so pathetic.”
“I can’t help it, I’ve only just woken up. ……?!”
I quickly swallowed my voice. Kotono’s hands were touching my nipples in an arc. It’s not a coincidence, it’s clearly by design.
My skin flares and my temperature rises rapidly.
“How do you feel? Does it feel good?”
“How about this?
Kotono’s fingers pinch and rub her right nipple. I knew in my knowledge that men also feel good about their nipples and stuff, but it was actually more than I expected. I’ve never felt this kind of pleasure before, and it sends a rush of blood down my spine and into my penis.
“You must be feeling so good, wriggling your hips. How about this one?”
My left nipple is being rubbed. Oh my God, that feels so good. I turn my head and make a strange noise. I’m embarrassed to admit that I sound like a girl when I pant too much, but I can’t help it.
“‘Wow, Sasuke feels better on the left nipple. Then ……”
Kotono’s upper body covered mine and her tongue licked my left nipple. She rolled it around with her tongue and sucked it between her lips. The right nipple was rubbed with a finger and gently pinched. Her long hair fell to her chest and tickled a little.
“Ugh ……, miss, that …… this is bad.”
“‘Sasuke, you’ve been moving your hips for a while now. You’re so horny. You know, you’ve got a big hard-on here. I think your juices are going to be smeared all over your pajamas.
It’s a bit of a reversal of the usual position, and in a corner of my mind I’m thinking that being accused like this might be a badge of honor for a man, but the first time I felt pleasure I didn’t care.
No, it’s not so bad sometimes. It’s the Kotono who started the self-study, after all.
“Well, what shall I do? What do you want me to do, Sasuke? If you tell me what you want, I’ll do it.
I think about what I want her to do in my head. But I was too embarrassed to actually say it. I was embarrassed, but I had to say it. My penis was so hard it looked like it was about to explode and my pajama had a tent sticking up at a Matterhorn angle.
I gulped and said,
“Please give me a blow job. Please.”
“Scratch that. Please suck this sex-slave’s shameful cock, please, Miss, won’t you?”
Kotono puts her index finger to her lips and smirks.
I don’t think what I did was a great idea. I’m not really a M person. I mean, did the drama CD I put in my portable player even have those lines on it?
As I was saying, Kotono got off my body. Standing on the floor, she begins to unbutton her blouse.
Unusually, she took off her blouse and unzipped her skirt. Then her camisole and stockings. As each piece of clothing is stripped away, her body attracts my attention.
A black lacy bra and panties of the same material. Both the brassiere and the shorts show the skin underneath through, and you can tell at a glance that the underwear is intended for that purpose. The nipples through the thin fabric are so erotic that it takes your breath away.
“O-Ojou-sama ……, your underwear is …….”
“What do you think? Do you like it?”
Kotono struck a cute pose, wriggling her hands behind her back as if to show off her new outfit. Should I say it looks good on her?
She has no idea how obscene she looks, and in this case, it’s not so much about how she looks as it is about how erotic she looks.
“N-no, It looks so sexy. I’m so surprised.”
But how did she buy it?
Kotono licked her index finger and looked provocative.
“I’ll suck your cock in this outfit. But only if you ask nicely.”
It’s Monday and it’s burnable rubbish day. In my mind, I quickly put my shame into a yellow bag and threw it away.
“Please suck this sex slave’s disgusting cock. Please, Ojou-sama.”
“Well, not quite, but good.”
Kotono’s hand went to my pajama trousers and pulled them down. As soon as the exposed glans was exposed to the open air, she licked it with his tongue. She sucked on it, using her tongue to make a slurping sound as she took it in her lips and rubbed the underside of her lips against my cock.
Oh my God! This is heaven ——!
It was a superb technique, a far cry from my poor performance the other day. My hips buckled and I pressed my glans against Kotono’s tongue. The glans slid from her tongue to her throat, inviting me to go deeper. The back of her throat tightened around my cock and her left hand reached down and rubbed it softly with just the right amount of pressure.
I don’t know what to say, it feels too good, I’m going to cum.
“I think I’m about to cum, Ojou-sama.”
“No, not yet. You have to be patient.”
Once she took her mouth off my penis, Kotono’s lips were placed on my neck. A light sucking sound echoed just below my ear. Her lips moved from my collarbone to my nipples, where she lightly brushed her teeth.
Her left hand explores my waist and grips my cock. She sucked on my nipple and slowly rubbed my cock. I bit back a moan between my teeth. If I moaned too loudly, someone passing by in the corridor might hear me.
“Oh yes, don’t moan too loud. But I think you’ve reached your limit. Your cock is twitching so much.
“I’m about to …… ………”
In the blink of an eye I came and my mind went blank.
A huge gush of semen splashes onto my stomach. I moaned and ejaculated again and again, each time spreading a warm, slippery sensation over my skin. She touches it with her finger as if tracing her own belly, licks it and smiles happily at Kotono.
“‘That’s a lot of cum. You must have not masturbated for a long time.”
I’ve been so busy lately that I haven’t had the time to do that. I’ve been so busy lately that I just haven’t felt the urge to m********e.
I limped up, my body still reeling from my come, and grabbed a tissue from under my pillow to wipe the semen off my stomach. I don’t really like my own semen, even if it’s my own.
Kotono is next to me, fingering my deflated penis and looking a little frustrated.
“‘But I have not yet shown off all the work I have done. I’ve got better techniques. You can do it again, can’t you?
“No, I’ve got to take a break.”
“Hmm. Even …… this?”
Kotono pushes my upper body down and turns me onto my back. Then she got down on her knees, straddling my face. The sight of her crotch exposed just above me was enough to turn my world upside down.
From the opening of the crevices, Kotono’s genitals were bare. Her petals, bloodshot and red, are framed by black lace and wet. The thick smell of honey filled my nostrils.
Well, crotch-splitting shorts, that’s just too erotic!