Kuroka blinked in surprise at Kenji’s apology, but decided to try and steer the situation to her own advantage.
Kuroka bent her knees and met Kenji’s eyes.
“Yeah.
It hurt very much earlier-nyan.
So, I’m going to have you take a li~ttle responsibility and help me with various things-nyan.
In exchange, I’ll teach you all sorts of things.
This world (dream) seems like it could be quite versatile.
Boy, what’s your name?”
“Kenji…
Hyodo…”
Perhaps out of the guilt from earlier, Kenji answered quite easily.
“Kenji, huh…
Well then, first, help me fix the clothes you tore…
or maybe I should have them made new-nyan?
Look, clothes like Shirone’s!
In a different color or something.”
She pointed to the magical girl outfit Koneko was wearing.
Being pointed at, Koneko’s shoulders gave a start.
As Kenji hesitated at Kuroka’s whims, she moved her face closer.
“You can do it, right?
This is Kenji’s space.
Things like that should be exactly as you wish-nyan.”
Told this, he imagined.
Not the same outfit as Koneko’s, but a different outfit from the work he had used as a reference.
Then, Kuroka’s torn kimono immediately transformed into a form-fitting blue magical girl outfit.
“Whoa!
This is more erotic than Shirone’s because it emphasizes the body lines-nyan.
Is this your hobby?”
Having it pointed out that he was the one who made her look like that, Kenji’s face turned red belatedly.
As if everything was ready, she then pinned Kenji down instead.
“Well then, first, I’ll pay you back for earlier and give you the compensation for helping me with various things-nyan.”
In a 69 position, Kuroka pressed her genitals against Kenji’s face beneath her and licked his meat rod.
The sensation made Kenji feel as if static electricity was running down his back.
“Ngh, fuu…
looking at it like this, Kenji’s cock is quite impressive-nyan.
I wonder if it’s this size over there in reality too?”
While licking the meat rod, she moved as if crawling over Kenji’s body beneath her and sandwiched the shaft through the fabric.
The meat rod was sandwiched between two soft pieces of flesh, and she served him by moving them squishily.
Kuroka’s massive, soft, bouncy breasts—full and heavy with perky dark nipples—enveloped and stroked his throbbing cock with rhythmic, slippery motions.
Each time, Kenji arched his back and thrust the meat rod upward.
Noticing Koneko, who was frozen and unable to keep up with the situation, Kuroka reached out her hand.
“Don’t just stand there, Shirone come here too-nyan.”
“But…”
By Kuroka’s involvement, Koneko was starting to realize things about this place.
Initially, that had been more convenient for Kuroka, but the situation had already changed.
(Should I deceive her just a little bit more-nyan?)
So, Kuroka interfered with Koneko’s spirit via the formula of this mental world.
“Shirone…
this is just a dream-nyan.
So don’t be afraid and come to your big sister.”
Koneko backed away from the hand Kuroka held out.
However, Kuroka spoke in a gentle voice.
“It’s okay, Shirone.
There’s nothing scary here-nyan.
So, let’s do something that feels good with Big Sister-nyan.”
Even though that incident had happened earlier, Koneko approached the two as she was invited.
(…That’s right.
If Sister says so, it must be okay.)
Drawing out the trust and family love for Kuroka that was in Koneko’s heart, she approached as she was told. Find the original chapter at g.com.
“Good girl, Shirone.”
When her head was stroked, she felt so relieved that tears overflowed.
At the sight of her sister, Kuroka’s smile deepened.
“I’ll do a breast-job on the shaft, so Shirone, lick the tip-nyan.”
“…Yes.”
Just as Kuroka said, Koneko flicked her tongue over Kenji’s glans.
Her small, rough Nekomata tongue swirled around the sensitive head, lapping at the precum while Kuroka’s heavy tits continued stroking the shaft.
As she continued the service, she noticed a change in the meat rod.
“Ngh…
the cock has increased in hardness a bit-nyan.
He’s telling us that it feels good-nyan.”
While continuing the service with her breasts, Kuroka rubbed her crotch against Kenji’s face and forced him to lick her.
“Mmm, ngh!?”
“You’ve become a bit proactive.
But it’s totally tantalizing-nyan.
If you don’t do it more properly, I won’t let you ejaculate, okay?”
Whenever he was about to ejaculate, Kuroka would stop her breast movements or move the meat rod away from Koneko to prevent him from finishing.
Reacting to those words, Kenji grabbed Kuroka’s fleshy thighs, extended his tongue and rubbed with his lips to mess with her clitoris, and began loudly sucking the nectar that was dripping down.
“Yes!
You’re good at it, nyan…”
Saying “good boy, good boy,” she intensified the movement of her breasts handling the meat rod.
There, unable to endure the stimulus of Koneko licking from the ridge to the slit all at once, Kenji coated both of their faces with semen in one go.
“Haa, haa…”
“Fufu.
A lot of hot, thick stuff came out.
Now then.”
“…Ah…
Sister…”