“Nn… nnu…”
In the midst of a light doze, Masanojo slowly opened his eyes.
When he opened them, his gaze met that of Kyoka, who was sitting next to him.
“Nn… ah, Kyoka-san.
Huh… I fell asleep without noticing.
How long was I out?”
“Hmm, about fifteen minutes, maybe.”
Apparently not much time had passed.
Still, the fact remained that he had caused Kyoka unnecessary trouble, so he sincerely apologized.
“It looks like I made you wait.
I’m sorry…”
“Fufu.
Don’t worry about me.”
Faced with her usual gentle smile, Masanojo felt a little embarrassed.
“Ahaha… Well then, shall we go?”
As he said that and tried to sit up, Masanojo saw it.
“…”
A fully combat-ready, energetic, rock-hard cock.
Apparently his son had woken up before Masanojo himself did.
Gaba!!
He sat up with force and covered his shameless son with his hand.
“…Did you see it?”
Kyoka nodded once.
Her face still wore that gentle smile.
“…Yeah, figures.”
This was the worst.
Having his morning wood (or rather, sleep erection) seen filled Masanojo with intense shame.
This really shouldn’t happen.
No matter what, this was no good.
Completely out of line.
Overwhelmed by how unbearable it was, he crouched down on the spot.
But even then, Kyoka did not drop her gentle attitude.
“It’s okay.
I don’t mind at all.”
“I’m really sorry…”
His face turned bright red from embarrassment.
Kyoka quietly spoke to him.
“It got big again, huh.”
“Heh?”
Faster than Masanojo could react, Kyoka leaned her body against him as if nestling close, then stretched her own hand toward his crotch.
“Ky-Ky-Ky-Kyoka-san!?”
“It’s okay.
Leave it to Onee-san.”
Then Kyoka’s hand gently touched his lower body.
“N-No!
You can’t!!”
During his hospitalization, Kyoka had indeed helped with his sexual needs like this.
But now that he had been discharged, he could no longer trouble her hands for such things.
Sexual problems should be something he handled himself.
Out of that sense of regret he tried to stop her, but paying no mind to Masanojo’s attempts to halt her, Kyoka continued moving her hand.
With her skillful arm movements, Masanojo’s pants were somehow removed before he knew it, and his proudly towering cock was fully exposed.
“P-Please stop!!
N-No!
You can’t!”
“It’s not ‘you can’t.'”
In a gentle voice, as if admonishing him, Kyoka spoke.
“Fufu.
It’s okay.
Don’t be scared.
Onee-san will help you.”
Kyoka’s hand touched his cock.
“Hyu!!”
“Relax your shoulders.
Leave it to Onee-san, okay?”
Strength entered the hand gripping his cock.
“Hauuu…”
“Fufu.
It’s okay.
Come on, shiko… shiko… shiko…”
Along with the chant, the hand stroking his cock moved up and down.
“Hyauuuu!!”
Under Kyoka’s skillful stroking technique, the idea of stopping her completely vanished from Masanojo’s mind.
“Come on, shiko… shiko… shiko… shiko…”
With her slow but definite pleasure-giving handjob, Masanojo could do nothing but writhe.
The pleasure transmitted from his cock raced through his entire body, making him twitch and tremble regardless of his consciousness.
Kyoka leaned her body against him as if melting into him and whispered sweet words into his ear.
“Fufu.
Leave everything to Onee-san?
Come on, shiko… shiko… shiko…”
“Ah… ah… ah…”
“Shiko… shiko… shiko…”
The strokes gradually grew faster.
“Ah… ah… aaahh… aaaaahh!!”
“Fufu.
It must be really surprised.
But it’s okay.
Onee-san is here, so you can relax now.”
Using the precum as lubricant, Kyoka launched into the final spurt.
“Come on, shiko… shiko… shiko…”
“Aaaaaahh!”
“Fufufu… Chu”
Kyoka’s lips gently touched Masanojo’s cheek.
“!!!Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!!!”
Dobyu!
Dobyubyubyuu!!
Byurrrrrrrrr!!!
Having exceeded his limit, Masanojo’s cock poured out a massive amount of sperm.
Dobyu!
Bobyu!
Byubo!!
Dobyurrru!
Byubyu!
Byuu!
Surrendering himself to the pleasure, after a long ejaculation Masanojo collapsed powerlessly onto the tatami.
“Haa… haa… haa…”
His feverish gaze was directed at Kyoka, who had urged him to ejaculate.
“Fufu.
You came so much.”
Smiling, Kyoka brought the large amount of sperm on her hand close to her face and, without hesitation, put it into her mouth.
“Nn… nn… gulp… gulp… nn… …Puhah—”
And as always, as proof that she had swallowed it, she opened her mouth and showed him the inside.
“Uuuu…”
Seeing that, even though he had just ejaculated, Masanojo’s cock was already preparing for the next round by getting hard again.
“Fufu.
It got big again.”
Confirming the erection, Kyoka moved away from Masanojo’s body, shifted toward his cock, then bent down and brought her face close to it.
“Next I’ll do it with my mouth.”
And without any hesitation, she took Masanojo’s cock into her mouth.
“Nchu… slurp… nchu… zchu… slurp…”
“Hauuuuaaaaaaahhh!!”
The merciless pleasure attacking his sensitive cock right after ejaculation.
Masanojo could not hold back and lifted his hips, arching his body.
“Nchu… slurp… slurp… nchu… zchu… slurp… nchu…”
But Kyoka refused to lose and firmly held Masanojo’s body, continuing to move her mouth without rest.
“Ah… ahh… aaahh!!”
“Slurp… slurp… chupo… nchu… nyupo… nchu… chuu… nchu…”
From the previous fellatio sessions, Kyoka had completely grasped Masanojo’s weak points and accurately stimulated them to urge further ejaculation.
“Lero… nchu… Masanojo-kun, you like it here, right… chupo… chu… chubo”
“Aaaahh… ah… ah… aaaaahh!!”
“Chubo… lero… It’s okay… lero… Come!
Come!
Masanojo-kun!
Zubo… slurp… chupo… zchu… slurp… chupo… zchu… slurp slurp… slurp slurp… slurp…”
“!!!Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!!!”
Byubyuu!
Byurrrrrr!!!
Dobyurrrrru!!
Sperm was forcefully ejected by the intense convulsions.
Even though it was the second ejaculation, the force showed no sign of stopping — if anything, it was stronger than the first.
Bobyu!
Dobyu… dopyu… byuu… dobyurrru… byuru… byu… pyu…
Receiving every last drop of the massive amount of sperm with her mouth, Kyoka swallowed it looking extremely delicious.
“Nn… nn… nn… gulp… gulp… gulp… nn… puhah”
Kyoka opened her mouth to show him.
However, perhaps because the amount of sperm was large this time, a small amount had flowed back through her nose, forming a tiny balloon with a puku.
“Fufu.
As always, Masanojo-kun’s sperm was delicious.”
Kyoka spoke in a sweet way that almost seemed like it should have a heart mark at the end.
“Kyoka-san…”
“Fufu.
Wait a moment.
I’ll clean it up nicely for you now.
Hamu”
Kyoka diligently cleaned Masanojo’s cock, which was dirty with sperm.
“Nchu… lero… nn… chu… hamu… nn… nchu… lero… pero”
“Uuuu, Kyoka-san… uu…”
The cock being cleaned by Kyoka’s warm mouth regained its hardness from the stimulation.
“Lero… nn… nchu… hamu… nchu… Masanojo-kun’s penis got big again.
Chu”
“Hauuu…”
Kyoka glanced at the clock.
The hands had passed 10 PM, and it was getting quite late.
“It’s already late at night, so this will be the last one.
But don’t worry — Onee-san will work really hard.”
Saying that, Kyoka once again took Masanojo’s cock into her mouth.
The third wave of intense stimulation.
Pleasure surged like waves, becoming an irresistible pleasure that scorched Masanojo’s brain.
“Nchu… slurp… slurp… nchu… zchu… slurp… nchu…”
But he kept staring at Kyoka with teary eyes.
“Ky-Kyoka-san…”
Looking up at Masanojo’s face while sucking his cock, Kyoka’s expression was extremely lewd and yet extremely alluring.
“Nchu… zchu… slurp… nchu… slurp… slurp”
Kyoka desperately sucked his cock.
Perhaps because it was right after bathing, a light sheen of sweat had formed on her body, causing her clothes to cling to her skin and giving her an unprecedented eroticism.
“Haa… haa… haa… u… K-Kyoka-san…”
“Zujupo… slurp… chupo… nchi…”
Kyoka earnestly serviced his cock.
Whether because it was after the bath or to cool down, she had more buttons open than usual, and from that chest the deep cleavage created by her full breasts was clearly visible.
The rising sweat wet her chest and flowed down into the valley.
Masanojo’s gaze was drawn to that cleavage of Kyoka’s.
He could not look away.
As if under a spell, he was unable to avert his eyes.
“Kyoka-san… Kyoka-san…”
“Slurp… nchu… chu”
Base desire welled up.
Masanojo’s consciousness was dominated by the existence known as Kyoka, and he could think of nothing else.
“Haa… haa… Kyoka-san!
Kyoka-san!
Haa… haa…”
“Slurp… nchu… slurp… slurp… nn… chu… chu… Masanojo-kun.”
“Haa… haa… haa… What is it… Kyoka-san…”
“Are you that interested in my chest?”
“!!?”
“You’ve been staring at my chest this whole time, haven’t you?”
Having the truth pointed out, Masanojo felt shame.
“Haa… haa… W-Why…”
“If you’re staring that intently, of course I’ll notice.”
“!!”
He was so embarrassed he could not even speak.
“Fufu.
Even though you’re a boy, being interested in a woman’s chest… Masanojo-kun, you’re strange.”
“Eh, i-is that so…”
That couldn’t be right.
If anything, he thought every man in the world was endlessly interested in women’s chests.
“I’ve never heard of a man who takes interest in a woman’s chest.”
Apparently the men of this world were all like bodhisattvas or something.
Were they awakened Buddhas?
It was a state of enlightenment he could never hope to imitate.
For the desire-filled Masanojo, the beautiful woman’s chest right in front of him was endlessly fascinating.
He could not suppress the base desire that welled up.
“— Do you want to see?”
“…Eh?”
“Do you want to see my chest?”
Kyoka’s chest?
Of course he wanted to see it.
There was no other option.
He wanted to see it.
He wanted to behold Kyoka’s chest with his own eyes.
But from extreme excitement and tension, Masanojo could not answer Kyoka’s question.
His mouth would not open.
His tongue would not move.
“… Ah…”
I want to see Kyoka’s chest!
I want to burn it into my eyes!
He should have been able to say that, but no voice came out.
As if under a spell of paralysis, Masanojo could not make a sound.
From the sheer frustration, tears flowed.
Seeing Masanojo like that, Kyoka released his cock, slowly sat up, and put some distance between them.
Ah, because I showed such a pathetic side, she must have gotten completely disgusted with me.
Tears would not stop flowing from Masanojo’s sense of his own worthlessness.
But Kyoka directed a smile at him, then slowly placed her hand on her own shirt.
And one by one, starting from the top, she undid the buttons.
“…Eh.”
Masanojo was surprised, but Kyoka’s movements did not stop.
And once she had finished undoing all the buttons, she slowly slipped the shirt off her shoulders.
“!!”
Masanojo involuntarily held his breath.
The Kyoka who had exposed that beautiful bare skin was extremely beautiful and extremely lewd.
The simply designed bra seemed to perfectly represent the person known as Kyoka.
If the material was good, unnecessary decoration was not needed.
The full breasts emphasized by the bra possessed more than enough charm to destroy Masanojo’s brain.
He could not even breathe, his gaze fixed on her chest.
It’s already enough.
Any more and my heart won’t hold out.
That was what Masanojo thought.
But his gaze remained fixed on her chest and could not be moved.
And then the moment finally arrived.
Kyoka slowly placed her hand on her bra—
“…It’s okay.
I’ll show you.”