Stealing Spree

An audible gulp escaped Yumika’s throat, and her head tilted back slightly, exposing the pale line of her neck. She then looked at me with her eyes showing a hint of grievance before shifting her gaze back to her thighs, squeezing my hand.

"After everything, you’re going to ask me that?"

"Well, you trapped my hand. Although my fingers are still free to move, who am I to know if you want me to stop or not?" I teased, my voice dropping an octave.

Yumika let out a frustrated huff as her whole body shivered. Then, she turned to face me with her lips pursed. Even without her voicing it out, I could somewhat guess what she wanted to say.

My free hand hooked around her waist, pulling her plush to my side. Then, the same hand traveled from her back to her nape as I slowly pushed my face closer to hers.

Her beautiful, stubborn eyes fluttered shut as our noses brushed and her breath came in short, erratic hitches.

For a moment, the silence of the storage room was filled only by the soft sound of her heart hammering against her chest. Then, as if she couldn’t bear the anticipation for another second, Yumika grumbled impatiently, "So, a-are you gonna kiss me or what?"

"I thought it was more intimate for you, senpai. Can I really take your first?" I teasingly replied, my lips hovering just millimeters from hers.

Yumika’s eyebrows slanted as if she wanted to retort. But then, it eventually eased up as she let out a small, defeated sound that was half-sigh and half-moan before nodding slightly.

The competitive fire had completely melted into a raw, desperate need for connection. She didn’t argue this time. Instead, she reached up and grabbed the front of my shirt, pulling me the rest of the way.

Our lips met in a gentle press as if she was trying to test the waters. As the softness of my lips gradually melded with hers, Suzuki Yumika let out a tiny, muffled whimper of delight. And then, as if exploring a new territory, she followed my movements as our lips battled for dominance.

The kiss was slow at first, a cautious exchange of warmth that felt far more intimate than the frantic intensity of what happened before. I could feel her heart racing against my chest, a frantic rhythm that matched the quickening pulse in my own veins. Yumika’s grip on my shirt tightened, finally letting the last remnants of her pride dissolve.

As the kiss deepened, my tongue searched for hers, once again guiding her through the motions. Suzuki Yumika’s hands loosened on my shirt and moved to the back of my head, clutching my hair as she leaned into the contact. The kiss lasted for more than a minute, a slow, wet exploration that felt like we were finally speaking the same language. When we eventually pulled apart, her eyes were hazy, her lips swollen and glistening, and her breath was coming out in ragged, shaky puffs.

"So..." I whispered as I pulled back slightly, admiring the beauty before me. "Was it a perfect score, senpai?"

"I must be mad. I’ve really given my first kiss to you." Suzuki Yumika murmured, leaning her forehead against mine as her eyelids fluttered. "But since you’re the one who taught me... I suppose the grading is up to me. And to guide a beginner like me... your technique was acceptable."

"Heh, I’m glad I’m up to your standards. But we’re not done with the grading yet," I replied while caressing her cheek. "Seeing you relaxed, it’s time to finish what I started, right?

The moment the words left my lips, I felt her shiver and I didn’t give her a chance to regain her composure. Then, under her surprised gasp, my lips dropped to her flawless neck, my kisses gradually moving down to her heaving chest. At the same time, the hand trapped between her thighs began to move, my fingertips sliding past the damp fabric of her underwear to find the core of her sacred place.

Caught off guard, Yumika’s back arched violently. Her hands tightened on the back of my head as she let out a high, broken sound when my kisses passed her collarbone. With my experience of unbuttoning my girls’ uniforms using my mouth, her top came undone and parted, exposing her bountiful chest still snugly hidden beneath her bra.

"H-how?"

Clearly, she found how easy I dismantled her uniform incredulous, but she didn’t have much time to ponder my expertise. Because at the next moment, even the cups of her bra had been pulled down, leaving her breasts exposed for me to feast on for the first time.

Taking a few seconds to admire the sight, I felt a surge of pride. Yumika’s breasts were firm and well-shaped, a testament to her disciplined athletic routine, with pale skin that seemed to glow in the current dimness of the room. Her cherry-pink nipples were already hard, reacting to the cool air and the heat of my gaze.

"Onoda-kun... A-are you always this fast?" She stuttered in slight shyness. However, she made no move to cover herself up or push me away. In fact, the way her heated eyes watched my reaction told me she was secretly proud of the ’form’ she was presenting.

Right. This girl’s boldness was unmatched. I guess since she already resolved herself to be this intimate with me, her embarrassment was more of a performance than a barrier. She was essentially daring me to take the lead, her chest heaving as she waited for my next move.

"Maybe? I just got a lot of practice." I shrugged, my tone dipped in playful confidence as I leaned in, my tongue flicking at one of her peaks that looked like a ripe berry.

Yumika let out a sharp, melodic gasp, her fingers digging into my hair as she arched her back.

"Y-you... such a cheeky junior!" She managed to choke out, though the way she pressed my head down contradicted every word of her protest.

With that opportunity, I naturally didn’t miss it. My mouth clasped around the same peak I had just flicked, pulling the firm bud into the warmth of my mouth with a steady, rhythmic suction.

At the same time, I parted the fabric of her panties with my fingers, sliding them to the side to give me direct access to her wetness. The same moment I sucked on her peak, my middle finger slid deep into her sacred place, pushing into her narrow entrance while my thumb pressed on her sensitive nub.

Yumika’s world seemed to shatter. A loud, uncontrolled moan tore from her throat, her hips bucking upward as she collided with my hand. The disciplined archer was gone, replaced by a girl who was shaking under the sheer intensity of the pleasure. She began to pant, her breath coming in short, jagged bursts that filled the small room.

"S-stop... no, don’t stop!" She whimpered, her voice trembling. Her eyes were rolled back slightly, her gaze hazy with a mixture of shock and longing. "Is it always this... intense?"

Before replying to her, I took my time pleasuring her, alternating the rhythm of my tongue on her breast with the steady, sliding movement of my finger inside her, as well as the electrifying sensation of rubbing her clit.

I wanted her to feel every single sensation, to let the pleasure build until she was left completely breathless.

"Mhm. It is always this intense. Senpai, I also felt like that when you used your mouth on me earlier."

"I-is that so? But isn’t this unfair, Onoda-kun? I could only suck on your... cock earlier... but you..." Her words were fragmented as she kept gasping, her body undulating beneath me. "You’re attacking me from two directions at once!"

"That’s called efficiency, senpai," I answered softly as my tongue swirled around the base of her nipple before sucking it deep into my mouth once more. "I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel. Or maybe even better."

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