A certain male student who entered Kuoh Academy this year was captivated by the sight happening before his eyes.
“Ooh, ah…
nng, no…!”
A female student, forced to sit on the teacher’s podium naked, had her knees and wrists of her legs opened in an ‘M’ shape suspended by ropes.
Her excessively large breasts, which any man would want to toy with, were emphasized even more by the tied ropes, and for a while, she had been shaking her head in refusal at the stimulation of the vibrator thrust into her private parts and the rotor stimulating her nipples.
The one forced into such a humiliating posture was Akeno Himejima, who was adored as one of the two great older sisters alongside Rias Gremory, known to everyone at Kuoh Academy.
Her long, silky black hair cascaded down her back, framing her stunningly beautiful face with seductive violet eyes, while her voluptuous body featured enormous, perfectly shaped breasts that jiggled heavily with every shudder, a slim waist, and wide, plump hips.
Boys were sitting in all the seats in the classroom, their gazes nailed to Akeno’s shameful state.
Without anyone standing up from their seat to help her, they took their own meat rods out of their pants and were masturbating.
A hand reached out from behind Akeno.
However, only the face of the person behind was covered with a black mosaic and couldn’t be seen.
The outstretched hand grabbed the vibrating vibrator stuck in Akeno’s crotch and pushed it deep inside.
“Ihee!?
Aahn!”
While being pushed deep inside and pulled out, he kneaded the breasts, which had rotors attached to the nipples, strongly as if crushing them.
The large, well-shaped breasts were being crumpled by someone and were changing shape.
“Nng, no…
don’t play with my breasts…!”
Akeno, with tearful eyes, shook her head in refusal.
Gradually getting bored, the person behind cut the ropes on her hands and feet that were fixing Akeno and also removed the toys.
Then, after whispering something to Akeno, while still on the teacher’s podium, she turned toward the blackboard and pointed that large bottom, which didn’t seem Japanese, toward this side.
“Nng, nng…
nnh!”
She was probably serving the other person with her mouth.
Meanwhile, the male students in this place continued to be shown her moving buttocks as she moved her hips.
If possible, everyone wanted to go up to the teacher’s podium, slap those buttocks being shown to them, and thrust their penises into the visible pussy, yet they couldn’t do it.
They were just masturbating single-mindedly.
As if anything else was not permitted to them.
When the blowjob was over, the figure behind moved Akeno.
Then, Akeno stood in front of a male student’s seat, and at the same time she placed her hands on the desk, she raised her voice.
“Nhie!?”
Drooling and wetting the desk, the breasts emphasized by the ropes swayed and jiggled when Akeno moved, provoking the male student.
Akeno moaned as a penis was thrust into her from behind.
Watching that, he was able to move his body a little.
The male student standing at his chair stroked his meat rod while pointing the glans toward Akeno.
Thrust strongly all the way to the back…!”
At Akeno’s voice, the male student was finally about to reach his limit of patience.
“A-Aahhhhhh!?
Inside my vagina, it’s throbbing and pulsing…
something hot is being poured in…!!”
That face as she climaxed.
Using that as a signal, the male student also ejaculated semen onto Akeno’s face.
“Ah, uuh…
it’s hot on my face too…”
That dazed face was so lecherous he could never forget it.
(That was an unusually realistic dream…)
Reflecting on the dream he saw today, the male student’s excitement had still not cooled down.
He, too, was a male high school student.
He masturbated regularly, and he would work his imagination using the beauties of the academy as material.
However, last night’s dream was strangely realistic.
Even Akeno’s expression he saw in the dream, the sensation obtained from masturbation.
Even the smell he caught.
Despite having a wet dream when he woke up in the morning, he had even masturbated while remembering the dream.
As he was about to enter the school building, a conspicuous group arrived at school.
It was the members of the Occult Research Club.
There might be preferences, but every member there was among the top beauties of Kuoh Academy.
He didn’t like that Hyodo-senpai, the shame of the academy, was at the center of them.
When the male student saw Akeno’s face, his face turned bright red as he remembered the dream, and he hurriedly ran into a stall in the men’s toilet.
“I want an Oppai Maid Cafe!”
“Rejected.”
At the meeting to decide on the Occult Research Club’s presentation for the school festival, Rias held her head and denied Issei’s proposal.
If this were the kind of joke that used his character to liven up the place, she might have gone along with it a little while being exasperated, but the man known as Issei Hyodo was seriously—meaning for real—proposing that obscene plan.
“Issei-kun.
If we did such a presentation, we’d be exposing the President’s and everyone’s breasts to the whole school, you know?”
“T-That’s no good!
Me alone enjoying everyone’s breasts is enough…!”
At Yuuto Kiba’s words, Issei was shocked as if he hadn’t realized it.
Akeno, too, had a twitch in the smile that had unusually been returning at Issei’s proposal.
Leaving such stupid conversation aside, Irina spoke as if remembering something.
“Come to think of it, Kenji-kun said he’s going to do a band at the middle school cultural festival!
With friends.”
“Come to think of it, he has been practicing in his room all along.
When I visited his room once out of curiosity after hearing from Irina, he apologized, thinking he was being warned for being noisy.”
“…Lately, he’s been doing it until the middle of the night.”
Those who knew that Kenji was practicing the bass were the Church Trio and Koneko.
It was passed from Irina to Asia and Xenovia, and Koneko found out by chance.
Issei felt somewhat dissatisfied that the women were more familiar with his younger brother’s current situation than he was as the older brother.
“Ah, I heard that guy’s class was going to make donuts…”
“That sounds delicious too.”
Issei, who had heard that from his parents as they looked at the pamphlet for his brother’s cultural festival, felt a little grumpy, wondering why he hadn’t been told.
“Heh.
Hey, I wonder what day Kenji’s school cultural festival is.”
Asia answered Rias’s question.
“If I remember correctly, it’s one week before the academy festival.
Father said so.”
“Issei.
Can anyone enter that school’s cultural festival?”
“Eh?
Yes, well.
You don’t need invitations or anything, and graduates and neighborhood families with small children come like it’s a festival.”
At Issei’s reply, Rias murmured, “I see.”
“In that case, let’s visit Kenji’s middle school on that day.”
“What!?”
Everyone raised their voices at Rias’s proposal.
“This is the first time for Asia and the others for this kind of event, right?
So I want you to get a grasp of the atmosphere beforehand.
And if Kenji is working that hard, I’m curious about the band too.
Our preparations might be difficult for that, but.
If we organize the schedule well, we should be able to go.”
“Of course, it’s not mandatory,” she emphasized.
Then, she looked at Issei for a split second.
Brothers who were at odds.
Maybe the cultural festival could be a catalyst to bridge the gap a little.
Hoping so, Rias made the proposal despite thinking it might be meddling.
No one could have predicted that it would lead to such a result.