Stealing Spree

"You’re such a... smug brat, Onoda-kun." Yumika managed to gasp as she couldn’t help but tilt her head back. Her voice had lost all its authority and was replaced by a honeyed desperation.

The competitive spirit that usually drove her was still there, but it had mutated. Now she gave up trying to turn this around. She was just trying to survive the onslaught of pleasure I was delivering.

I shifted my focus, moving my lips from her breast to her other peak, creating a symmetrical torture that left her trembling. My finger inside her began to pick up speed, mimicking a frantic heartbeat.

I could feel the walls of her entrance pulsing and gripping my finger, the internal heat reaching a fever pitch. Every time I pressed my thumb against her clitoris, her entire frame jolted, her legs shaking so violently they nearly gave out.

"It’s only because you’re too irresistible, senpai," I murmured, my voice vibrating against her skin. I shifted my weight, moving my hand to pull her legs wider, granting me a clearer view of the havoc I was wreaking. The sight of her wetness glistening in the dim light of the storage room was a reward in itself. Yumika’s eyes were half-closed, her pupils blown wide, her consciousness seemingly tethered to the world only by the rhythmic pressure of my finger.

I decided to push her over the edge. I increased the pace, my thumb circling her sensitive nub with a precision that mirrored the focus she used for her archery. At the same time, I began to suckle her breast with a fierce, demanding intensity. The combination of the two sensations was too much for her to handle. Yumika’s breath hitched, then stopped entirely as she braced herself, her body stiffening into a taut bow.

As I increased the speed of my thumb, circling her clit with a relentless, pinpoint pressure, Yumika’s hips began to jerk in a rhythmic, desperate dance. Her eyes became wide and unfocused as her pupils dilated while staring up at the ceiling.

A soft, wet sound escaped her as she approached her limit, her internal muscles clamping tightly around my finger in a series of involuntary pulses.

"Nghhh~ O-onoda-kun... I don’t know what’s happening!" Yumika cried out.

With the climax upon her, her every muscle became taut like a bowstring and stretched to its absolute limit. The precision she usually applied to her archery had been replaced by a chaotic, overwhelming surge of pleasure that left her completely defenseless.

Watching her like this, I naturally guided her through the final stretch.

Shifting my focus, I knelt between her legs, letting go of her succulent peaks and greeting her sacred place.

Replacing my tongue with my fingers, I made a direct dive for the source of her love juices. The moment I licked along her slit, Yumika let out a sound that was less of a moan and more of a shattered gasp.

Her hands dropped on my head as she seemed to be debating whether to push my head away to give her a space to breathe or keep me in place to guide her over to her climax.

As always, I took that as encouragement as my efforts doubled on her most sensitive part. I used a combination of long, sweeping licks and sharp, flickering pressure by nibbling it.

Slowly but surely, her barely contained moans filled the quiet room, a rhythmic soundtrack to her undoing. However, she seemed to have picked up on what I did earlier. Every time I swirled my tongue around that sensitive bud, Yumika’s legs would squeeze my head even tighter, her futile attempt to delay the inevitable.

“Don’t fight it, senpai. I got you.”

Suzuki Yumika could only nod as she helplessly held onto me.

When I noticed that she couldn’t hold it in anymore, I slowed down slightly and let my mouth close around her sacred place, intending to catch every single drop of her release.

Yumika, on the other hand, could only clutch my hair as her whole body went rigid, followed by an involuntary shudder.

“Aahhh~!”

No matter how much she tried to muffle her voice, a long, shuddering cry still escaped her lips as she surrendered to the sensation. Her internal muscles clamped down around my tongue as the sweet and salty warmth of her love juices flooded my mouth.

I held her hips tightly as I helped her tide through the overwhelming waves of her climax.

Yumika’s chest heaved and her lungs fought to catch up with the oxygen she had spent during her descent. As soon as the sensation subsided, the girl’s grip on my hair loosened. She glanced down at me with her face filled with a gentle, dazed warmth, her pride completely dissolved into a puddle of contentment.

Seeing that, I crawled up from between her legs and pulled her into my embrace, letting her rest her head on my shoulder. Like this, I sat back down while carefully guiding her whole body into my lap. Yumika didn’t resist, her limbs feeling heavy and loose as she melted against me. She looked like a kitten that had finally given up on a fight it knew it couldn’t win.

"So, how is it, senpai? Have I reciprocated well enough for you?" I whispered while gently caressing her head.

The girl remained silent for a long moment, her face buried in the crook of my neck as she gradually relaxed. Her breathing was still shallow, the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest pressing against mine.

Slowly, she pulled back just enough to look at me, her eyes still hazy and unfocused, though a familiar flicker of stubbornness was returning to her gaze.

"D-do you still have to ask? Pervert junior."

"Well, we have to review my performance, no?"

"Hmph, you mean you just want to tease me... Is surrendering myself like this to you not answer enough yet?" Yumika glared at me, but no matter how much she tried to put the stern mask back on, her voice was too soft, lacking any real bite.

She shifted in my lap, her legs rubbing together. She was still sensitive down there. After all, that was probably her first time experiencing something so intense. The way she clung to me now wasn’t out of a desire for dominance, but a genuine need for warmth.

"It’s enough. But you know me, senpai. I can’t help but want to tease you."

"Ugh. So now you’re not even denying that," She rolled her eyes and reached for my cheek. At first she cupped it as though trying to maintain some distance, but her palm soon slid to the back of my neck, pulling me closer until our foreheads touched. "You really have a lot of nerve, talking like that to your senior. Who taught you to be such a brat?"

"It’s a natural talent, senpai. I’m quite audacious to my seniors." I smiled, leaning into her touch.

Yumika pouted for a moment before closing the distance between our lips. This time, she probably wanted to seal my mouth to stop me from teasing her.

Obviously, I welcomed it. Now that we’ve reached this point, the kiss wasn’t a battle for dominance or a tentative experiment anymore. Instead, it was now a mutual agreement. After savoring that few seconds, Yumika eventually pulled back, her face flushed a deep crimson that didn’t fade even as she tried to regain her poise.

"We should... we should probably get back," She whispered, though she made no effort to move from my lap.

"Mhm. Let me help fix your clothes first. I can’t let you go back like this." I said as I began to button her uniform back up.

Suzuki Yumika watched me as she let out a contented sigh. Even without saying it out loud, she was already pleased with my performance.

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