Ren remained buried inside Aoi for several long minutes, savoring the way her frame continued to quiver and twitch around his cock as her climax faded into exhaustion. He watched with cold, satisfied black eyes, taking in every detail of her undone state—the sweat, the matted black hair, and the way she looked utterly defeated. Leaning down, he pressed a lingering, possessive kiss to her sweat-slicked belly, feeling the heat radiating from her skin.
"Your pussy is clenching around my cock like crazy, refusing to let go," his voice was smooth, almost conversational, as if he hadn't just thoroughly wrecked her.
"Bastard..." she breathed out, a broken sound that was half-groan, half-sob. Her muscles continued to spasm faintly, aftershocks of her climax still rippling through her thighs.
Aoi was filled with shame and anger—toward him and toward herself. What had just happened was that she basically did it with another man. Not only that, but he had made her cum three times in a row, something totally new to her.
Hell, everything this man had done to her was new. The way he played with her body with zero consideration for how she felt—Aoi hated that part most of all.
'Takashi always cared about me and gave me what I wanted, allowing me to take control whenever I pleased... unlike this bastard, who... Wait, why am I comparing them? There's nothing to compare.'
With a slow, deliberate motion, Ren slid his hand underneath Aoi's back, wrapping his arm around her and lifting her torso up while remaining fully connected.
"Ugh..." The sudden movement sent a fresh wave of sensation through Aoi, making her gasp in a tired voice.
Soon, they were both sitting facing each other, legs crossed. Aoi's legs wrapped around Ren's hips, while his legs were spread to make space for her in his lap. Still joined together, the intense feeling of fullness never left Aoi, and the tight heat radiating from her core only excited Ren further.
Their bodies were covered in sweat, as if they had taken a bath minutes ago. Ren pulled her closer by guiding her back, allowing her to grip his shoulders for balance. She instinctively held on, and their eyes met.
Ren looked at Aoi's wet, sweat-drenched face and her amethyst eyes—her frustration radiating as if to say, Release me, you baboon! Aren't you done yet?
Aoi looked at Ren's sweat-slicked face, his dark eyes and smug expression practically declaring, I did this to you.
"You look awful, Aoi. I thought you weren't new to sex, but it seems to be the exact opposite."
"Shut up, Ren... I'm not! It's just..."
"Huh?"
"You just caught me off guard!"
"Making excuses now, Aoi? I made sure you were ready for it. Didn't we have plenty of fun during foreplay?"
"N-no, I didn't mean it like that! And what do you mean 'fun'? That was all for your own enjoyment!"
"No! It was disgusting!"
"Really? You certainly seemed to enjoy it, considering how loudly you were moaning."
"NO, I DIDN'T!"
"Heh... is that so?"
The argument paused, and Ren chuckled softly under his breath, as if trying and failing to hold it back.
The brief exchange left Aoi seething with rage. Ren spoke as if he hadn't forced her to surrender her body to him and violated her minutes ago—and he still had the nerve to mock her.
"Stop laughing! Damn it... I can tell just from the way you act that I'm the first girl you've ever touched!"
"Yes."
"Wha...?" Aoi froze. Ren's answer came instantly, delivered in a completely nonchalant tone—as if answering a simple question about the weather.
"You've got to be lying... right?"
"No. What's wrong with that?"
"What's wrong with that?! What's wrong with that?! You're what's wrong!"
Ren cracked his neck and threw himself backward, pulling Aoi along in the process. He fell onto the bedsheet, and Aoi tumbled onto his chest. Prepared for it, he wrapped his arms around her back, pressing her firmly against his body so she couldn't move even if she tried.
"Ugh, you... mmmhm... not again! Stop moving so suddenly and take that thing out of me!"
Aoi's protest didn't come out of nowhere. Ren kept pressing her body to his; her abdomen was pressed against his, creating intense pressure inside her while his cock remained plunged within her.
'And why is it still erect? It should have gone soft by now!'
She hated the lingering sensation, and the same went for her breasts, which were squished tightly against his chest.
Aoi opened her eyes to see Ren's face closer than ever, a cheeky smile playing on his lips.
"What was that 'You're what's wrong!' thing you were saying, Aoi?" Ren interrupted her train of thought and words. "What's so wrong if I'm not experienced with girls? Isn't that a good thing, or are you just fond of fuckboys, Aoi?"
"No, it's not like that! Why do you keep twisting my words into something else? I'm saying I'm not buying this whole 'I'm a virgin guy and you're my first girl' act."
"But I'm not a virgin."
"I don't know—you're the one who said I was your first, didn't you?"
"Heh... so that's what you meant."
Ren's hands moved from Aoi's back, grabbing her ass cheeks—one with each hand.
"Aha... hey... ugh, you... what...?"
"My first time was with my girlfriend." Ren's statement made Aoi fall silent; it came completely out of nowhere.
"What? Why... no, do you have a girlfriend?!"
"I said was, Aoi. It's in the past."
Aoi was baffled. Out of everyone, Ren having had a girlfriend seemed almost impossible. 'Someone actually dated this guy? The quiet, leaves-early, invisible Ren? I really can't understand it.'
"In the past... so she left you?"
"Yes. We were dating for six months."
"Hah, I bet she dumped you the moment she saw your true colors." Aoi was merely assuming that the girl was the one who left, intending to sting Ren as payback for everything he had done to her.
"Yes. She also lashed out at me, cursing and calling me every insult in her book."
Ren admitted it just like that. Aoi finally picked up on something through this conversation: Ren didn't seem bothered by it at all. Where most people would feel deeply uncomfortable or hurt, he seemed completely indifferent. Connecting that with what she already knew about him, a thought took hold.
'Is he always this detached? I've never seen him act normal or show any real emotion...'
But before she could dwell on it any further, Ren interrupted her thoughts with a swift upward thrust. The full length of his cock moved deep, slipping easily through the wet heat inside her tight core until his tip brushed against her cervix.
"Nnngh... Haaah... Ren, you... ahaaaaaaa!"
"What? Nobody said this was over. It's only 8:49—there's plenty of time left, Aoi."