As she stood, she lifted her skirt carefully so as not to stain it.
The sight of my thick cum slowly dripping down her pale thighs from her freshly fucked pussy was so indecent and lewd that my penis, which had wilted slightly, immediately revived to full hardness.
Seeing its heroic reappearance, Kumiko looked a bit bewildered, but… “I guess I have no choice~” She said, looking not entirely displeased, as she knelt down and buried my glistening cock deep into her warm mouth.
“Don’t let anyone but me handle this ‘o-chin-chin,’ okay?” She insisted, but in this world where men are extremely rare, polygamy is the mainstream.
“Pole-sisters” (women who share the same man) aren’t rare either.
I was reborn with a body full of tireless sexual energy, and I want to keep having sex with young, beautiful partners — especially Kumiko.
I usually tell everyone around me that Kumiko is my wife.
Even when she isn’t around, Kumiko doesn’t seem to mind being referred to that way.
Kumiko is my wife, my primary wife.
No matter what anyone says, that won’t change, and I have no intention of changing it.
Every time I call her my wife, Kumiko always turns bright red with embarrassment.
Each time, she looks so cute that I secretly end up dragging her off somewhere to fuck her again.
While Kumiko pretends to give up, saying it can’t be helped, she desperately tries to keep my full attention by giving me an eager, sloppy blowjob.
“Jubobobo, guchu, nubaa.” Kumiko never takes her eyes off mine.
The sight of my woman on her knees looking up at me while sucking my cock further fuels my sadistic heart.
Unintentionally, I thrust my hips forward.
“Oh, ugh.” Kumiko gagged slightly, but I grabbed the back of her head and pushed her down, forcing her into a deepthroat.
The hot, tight depth of Kumiko’s throat felt incredibly good.
After moving back and forth a few times, I came hard inside her mouth.
“Vuu, ugh, gulp… gulp…” Kumiko happily swallowed every drop of my thick semen.
She usually refuses deepthroat or fellatio before club activities because it tires out her mouth and affects her playing.
But now that club was over, there was no need for restraint.
“…Phew.
We’ll do the rest when we get home.” Kumiko habitually sent a message home.
Looking from behind, she didn’t write “I’m at his house,” but rather “I’m staying at a friend’s house.” Actually, I’ve known the Omae family for a long time, so it wouldn’t matter even if we were caught, but Kumiko still cares about appearances.
Even though I’ve met her parents several times, and each time both her father and mother tell me, “Please take good care of Kumiko.” She really is a devoted girl.
In this world where gender roles are reversed, Kumiko, who is often treated as having “plain, slightly frizzy hair,” apparently doesn’t rank very high in the social hierarchy.
Despite being such a cute, devoted, and wonderful girl, it’s a difficult situation for her.
In contrast, in this world, I am a fair-skinned, black-haired beautiful boy with refined, almost androgynous features that trigger a strong protective and possessive instinct in women.
Additionally, I am quite wealthy for a student, having produced several hit songs through my composition work.
Furthermore, I am treated like a “black-haired beautiful girl” would be treated in the previous world.
Apparently, many girls use me as masturbation material.
When I first heard that, it was a world-shaking revelation.
By the way, Kumiko was the one who told me that.
Having cum inside Kumiko four times and feeling completely satisfied, I pulled my pants back on and adjusted my clothes.
Kumiko muttered softly to herself, “A beautiful boy really makes for such a great picture…” So I replied, “Kumiko, you’re a beautiful girl too.
You’re my favorite in the whole world,” only to be punched hard on the arm by a furiously blushing Kumiko.
—Why though?
While saying that, this kind of innocent reaction is exactly why I like Kumiko so much and why I want to get her pregnant.
I don’t want to let anyone else have this woman.
Although I think that, I also harbor the contradiction of wanting to hold and fuck various other beautiful women.
Kumiko is a bit exasperated by my lack of sexual restraint, but she ultimately accepts it.
After all, I am an incomparably beautiful boy.
It seems the women of this world can’t help but fight over me.
As we left the classroom, we passed by a student from the same grade.
She walked by gracefully, her long, straight black hair swaying beautifully.
The faint scent of her shampoo was incredibly pleasant.
I reflexively turned to look back.
She had slender, elegant limbs and occasionally visible, pale, flawless skin.
I couldn’t help but stare.
Seeing that, Kumiko pinched my cheek hard and brought me back to reality.
“Remember, you only have me right now,” she said.
But I had already decided — the next woman I would make fall for my charm would be Kousaka Reina from the same grade.