But it wasn’t because the car was driving on a rough road… it was because the senior was on top of me in the back seat, vigorously thrusting his hips.
The vibrations came from his rock-hard cock plunging deep into my pussy, pulling out, and thrusting back in repeatedly.
His thick shaft parted my wet folds and speared straight into my welcoming heat, stretching my tight pussy walls deliciously around his girth.
Every powerful stroke dragged along my sensitive insides, the swollen head grinding against my g-spot and sending electric waves of pleasure radiating through my belly and thighs.
“Haa… haa… Aaah, fuck, this pussy is incredible.
Way better than any girl I’ve fucked before… Uhh… it’s squeezing me so tight…!” The senior had pulled my pants down, leaving my lower body naked.
He slammed his hips down with his full weight, pounding my fleshy tunnel relentlessly.
Lewd, wet *guchu guchu* sounds rang out as my juices overflowed and soaked into the back seat, but he didn’t seem to care.
My pussy clenched and fluttered around his pistoning cock, the intense friction and deep penetration making my whole body burn with arousal, my clit throbbing as his pelvis slapped against it again and again.
At the very least, the senior had the minimum courtesy to wear a condom.
He was trying to avoid pregnancy, apparently.
He didn’t know I was on the pill.
…Well, I think it’s pointless to talk about manners when you’re committing sleep sex, but since I don’t particularly mind, I’ll let it slide.
“Hayashi’s probably fucking this amazing pussy all the time, I thought… but maybe he’s not using it much?
What a waste… Guess I’ll just take it for myself.” Saying that, the senior lifted my legs and pounded into me even harder from behind my ass.
His cock drove even deeper in this position, the angle letting him hit new sensitive spots inside me, each brutal thrust making my inner walls spasm and milk him desperately as overwhelming pleasure flooded my senses.
He thrust so violently I was genuinely worried about the car’s suspension.
…The awkward position made my waist hurt a little.
But he ignored that completely, thinking only of his own pleasure… or perhaps trying to say “How’s that?
Doesn’t it feel good?!” as he violently slammed pleasure into my body.
My pussy was dripping wet, gripping his cock like a vice, the slick heat and rhythmic contractions driving him wild.
“Shit… why… ngh…!” The faint, muttered voice I barely caught sounded… like he was angry, or perhaps frustrated…?
Gradually, the senior’s hips began trembling in small spasms… I could tell he was close to the limit.
Then he lowered my lifted legs and waist back onto the seat, covered my body completely with his own… stole my lips in a deep kiss, sloppily licking and sucking while entering the final sprint, pounding his hips furiously.
One hand on my shoulder, the other around my waist, he pulled me tight… hugging me so hard it almost hurt.
His cock throbbed and swelled inside me, slamming repeatedly against my deepest parts and pushing me toward the edge of climax.
“Oooohh, I’m cumming, I’m cumming… I’m gonna cum inside you, Mizuha…!” The senior held me close, slammed his cock as deep as possible, and unleashed his load.
Because of the condom, the sticky sensation didn’t spread inside, but I could clearly feel the hot pulses of his cum shooting out rhythmically — *throb, throb*.
My own pussy convulsed hard around him in response, waves of intense pleasure crashing through me.
This might be my own overthinking, but when I asked several of my friends, they seemed to have the same opinion, so I think I’m right.
This senior… likes me.
However, I already have a boyfriend.
We’ve been together since high school, went to the same university, and are still dating.
I haven’t hidden that fact, so of course he knows… but it seems he can’t give up on me.
Still, he hasn’t had the courage to say directly, “Break up with your boyfriend and go out with me!” But he can’t let go of his feelings… and when he found out by chance that I have a constitution where “once I fall asleep, I don’t wake up,” things became like this a while ago.
Occasionally, after drinking parties or on nights like today when I stay late, he offers to “send you home.” And if I conveniently “fall asleep” in the car… well, it ends up just like today.
…How did it come to this?
I guess no matter what, somewhere in a man’s motivations, lust and perverted desires are always involved.
Anyway, even though it’s a bit twisted, this senior genuinely likes me, and I am deliberately, with full awareness, using his affection for my “sleep sex”… But on his part, because of his twisted feelings, he is committing the outright criminal act of molesting my body without permission… So let’s just call it even.
Afterward, the senior cleaned up all the evidence, then calmly returned to the original road and drove toward my house as if nothing had happened.
During that time, I continued pretending to sleep… but since being carried would be troublesome, I “woke up” naturally (or pretended to) shortly before arriving home.
I thanked the senior and entered the house… “Honestly, Mizuha.
Do you have any idea what time it is?” Mom was standing at the entrance waiting for me, piercing me with a sharp glare.
…Oh no, she’s angry.
“I told you to call or message if you’re going to be late, didn’t I?
I tried calling but you didn’t pick up… and your LINE messages weren’t even read…” “S-sorry Mom… I forgot.
I was working on my report in the reference room, so I put my phone on silent and in my bag… Ah, wow, there really are a lot of missed calls.” “Good grief… I was worried, you know?
Things are dangerous lately.
If you have a reason to be late, that’s fine, but at least contact us properly.
Also, your father and Yuichi were worried too, so make sure you apologize to them.
Understood?” “Yes… Well, a senior gave me a ride home today.
He was worried about exactly those ‘dangerous things’ happening.” “You say that, but I bet that senior was the one who did something dangerous, wasn’t he?” “…Um, you can tell?” Of course, Mom said, scanning my body from top to bottom.
Her eyes paused for a brief moment at several spots.
She also glanced behind me… and let out a single sigh.
“Your clothes are disheveled in places, the hem and chest look off, and the way your belt is fastened… You wouldn’t dress like that if you did it yourself.
It looks like someone took your clothes off and then put them back on.
Plus, those creases on the back of your shirt are proof you were lying on your back and squirming — or were made to squirm.
Am I right?” “…Magnificent.
100 points.” “Goodness… Keep your playing with fire in moderation.
One day you’ll get burned.
…Though I’m not really one to talk.” “It’s fine, I’m being careful about that stuff.” The scolding turned into casual conversation.
While smiling at Mom, who had calmed down, I fixed the disheveled parts of my clothes she had pointed out, took off my shoes, and entered the house.
My mother, who in many ways is my “accomplice” and understanding ally, let out another sigh — this one mixed with relief — and welcomed me inside.