Had Mizore-senpai also prepared herself?
She let herself be pushed down just like that.
Regardless of her agitation, I pushed her down onto the bed I usually use with Kumiko.
Just like that, we shared a kiss.
Since it was likely her first time, Mizore-senpai just let me do as I pleased.
I kissed her deeply, sucking on her soft lips, thrusting my tongue into her mouth to entangle with hers, licking her gums and teeth while tasting her sweet saliva.
As if to lead her, I thrust my hand into my trousers that I had her wearing.
Mizore-senpai became even more agitated and hurriedly pushed me away.
It had looked like she was prepared, but was that my illusion?
“I…
my heart isn’t ready…
K-kissing is…
so…
pleasant, isn’t it…
I-it’s my first time feeling something so good…” Saying that with a flushed face, she averted her eyes from me out of embarrassment.
“S-sorry…
for pushing you away…
…I was just surprised that you put your hand in my panties…” “But senpai, we can’t have sex unless I get you wet, can we…?” Saying that, I showed her my towering meat rod — thick, veined, and already leaking precum from the tip.
Mizore-senpai hurriedly hid her eyes with her hands, but her fingers were spread, and she seemed transfixed by her first sight of a man’s thing.
She might have intended to hide it, but it was obvious she couldn’t look away from the way her fingertips were spread.
“…Other than my father’s, …I’ve never seen one, but i-it grows this big…” “A man’s genitals are like this.” While senpai was off guard, I forcibly pulled down my trousers.
“Kyaa…!” A cute scream escaped her, and her cute crotch was fully exposed.
To my surprise, there were hairless labia majora.
Hairless!
Unexpectedly hairless!
I had heard that it existed genetically, but there was a clitoris covered in skin and a tight vaginal opening that likely didn’t know a man.
Her pussy was a beautiful, untouched pale pink, the outer lips smooth and puffy, inner folds delicate and glistening slightly with budding arousal.
Mizore-senpai made no resistance as I spread her labia with my fingers, and there was a small hole suitable for her body.
I inserted a finger to check the sensation inside.
Perhaps she was anticipating what was about to happen, as love juice was starting to seep out little by little — warm, slippery, and surprisingly abundant for her first time.
I spread her labia majora with my fingers and checked the situation inside.
It was a beautiful pink.
A pure salmon pink that had never coupled with a man.
But it was only slightly wet.
Was it her own awareness?
Maybe she didn’t truly understand the meaning of having sex from now on.
I resumed my kiss with senpai, put my hand back in her trousers, put a finger in her lower lips, and resumed my up-and-down motion again.
I gently stimulated her vagina, carefully getting her wet while rubbing her clit in slow circles with my thumb.
Her tight walls clenched around my finger as more nectar flowed out, coating my hand.
“…Ugh, …fuaaaaa…!” I became curious about senpai, so I decided to ask her.
I licked her ear.
“…Yaaa…!
…It’s embarrassing…!
I-it’s dirty…” “There’s nothing dirty about you, senpai.” Saying that, I continued to relentlessly tease the ears of my senpai, who was sensitive there.
Before I knew it, her magnificent indigo hair was soiled by my saliva as I sucked and nibbled on her earlobe and the sensitive spot behind her ear.
Senpai moaned, looking up at me with teary eyes as if troubled by the attacking pleasure.
Her usually cool face was completely melted, cheeks flushed deep red, lips parted as she panted.
I felt a shiver down my spine at that gaze.
I couldn’t help but become sadistic toward Mizore-senpai.
Teasing Mizore-senpai and teaching her unknown pleasures was like the fun of pushing through pure white snow.
Dyeing her in my colors brought a sense of exhilaration and conquest—of making her my woman—and Mizore-senpai was a woman worthy of that.
Beautiful appearance.
Diligent practice.
Serious and honest.
Could there be someone so wonderful?
No, not easily.
Her only flaw was her introversion, and even that could be used to lead her and teach her during sex.
In short, for me, she was nothing but attractive.
I decided to ask Mizore-senpai something I was curious about.
“Senpai, how many times a week do you masturbate…?” “Mastu…?
…What…
is that?” I knew it!
She had seemed ignorant about sex for a while now, and my intuition hit the mark.
In this world where women have stronger sexual desires and are more numerous, most porn involves men being violated or gang-raped, but senpai had apparently made it through elementary, middle, and high school just as she was.
Occasionally, I had classmates in my previous life who didn’t know about masturbation, but to think senpai was one of them…!
In most cases, you learn about it more or less by middle school, so Mizore-senpai, who had become a high schooler without knowing about masturbation, was super rare!
I hesitated between teaching her sex or teaching her masturbation, but I dared to choose to teach senpai how to masturbate.
A woman’s first time having sex is painful.
Especially those who do intense exercise might have already torn their hymen, but that wouldn’t be the case for Mizore-senpai, who had always been the culture-club type.
And so, wanting to see Mizore-senpai absorbed in sex, I decided to teach her how to masturbate.
I am now holding Mizore-senpai from behind on the bed, guiding her through masturbation.
While leading her hands, I placed my hands on her private parts and her nipples.
“Like this…
while getting yourself excited, you insert your finger into yourself.” Saying that, I lightly inserted a finger into her and flicked it to stimulate the shallow, sensitive part of her.
At that, senpai— “Ugh.
Aaaa, fuh…!” —moaned in time with my finger, her voice sweet and trembling.
“Does it feel good?” “…It feels good.
I didn’t know there was something this pleasant in the world…” —I didn’t know.
Senpai smiled as if there were nothing beyond this.
There is still more beyond this, you know.
I almost said it out loud as I continued to guide her.
“You also have to knead your nipples gently.
Then, you’ll gradually start to feel it, so please try it on your own.
You won’t feel it at first, but once you start to feel it, you’ll be able to feel it just by putting on a T-shirt.” Saying that, I taught Mizore-senpai the method for increasing the sensitivity of her nipples, this time simultaneously with her lower lips.
Blowing into her ear was a bonus as I licked and sucked on her sensitive earlobe.
Then, Mizore-senpai started coming together in an interesting way.
It was a level of dishevelment unthinkable from her usual purity.
In particular, it seemed her ears were sensitive.
When I licked her ear and gave her a love bite, she immediately became disheveled.
That cool, serious Mizore-senpai.
The more serious a person is, the more erotic this gap is when they are disheveled.
It’s the absolute best.
Whether she had an aptitude for it or not, she was already about to peak during her first masturbation.
“…Aah!
Something…
ah…
is coming…!” Sensing she was about to peak, I immediately placed my fingers on her already wet private lips and attacked her clitoris and G-spot simultaneously, rubbing her swollen clit rapidly while curling two fingers against her front wall.
“Uuaaaah…!” Mizore-senpai came, letting out a beast-like voice unthinkable from her usual self.
A true beast.
Love juice flowed out onto the bed in a powerful surge, squirting in clear arcs with the same momentum as an ejaculation.
Her slender body convulsed violently, thighs shaking, toes curling as waves of pleasure crashed through her.
After trembling like a beast immediately after ejaculation, she leaned against me while her breathing remained heavy, her indigo hair sticking to her sweat-dampened forehead and neck.
Her skin had changed from its usual color—which felt like pure white snow, perhaps because of her light pigment—to a color tinged with a red heat, flushed with passion.
Her modest C-cup breasts heaved with each ragged breath, nipples stiff and dark pink from arousal.
“Haa, haa…” Was the way she showed me her exhausted state, letting out her voice, because of trust?
I felt something very happy.
But senpai was extremely wiped out.
Well, I suppose so.
After being knocked out by alcohol and carried into the house of a junior (of the opposite sex), she steeled herself for responsibility and then peaked after being taught how to masturbate.
That would certainly be tiring.
After Mizore-senpai slept for a bit because she was tired, she went home just as she was in her clothes, from which the dirt had been removed by the washer-dryer.
Regardless of my age, I found myself getting excited and looking forward to how I would teach Mizore-senpai from now on.