The tale of me and Loligaki in the car (R-18)

After the final bell resonated through the school, the classroom erupted into a flurry of activity. Students hastily gathered their belongings, slipping them into their bags, and prepared to head home.

While many eagerly rushed out of the classroom as soon as the bell rang, others lingered, engaging in conversations with their friends, savoring the remaining moments of the school day.

Ah, the essence of youth, indeed.

"Shall we walk home together, Miyuki?" Fujiwara Chika suggested with her usual cheerfulness.

Her offer was, in truth, quite reasonable. I had no recollection of where my house was, and her proposal seemed undeniably convenient.

However, before I could respond, Masumi Kamuro, a member of Arisu's entourage, entered the classroom and relayed a message: Arisu had extended the same invitation.

Frankly, between the two, I found myself more inclined towards Loligaki.

I gave Kamuro a nod, signaling my agreement, and allowed her to lead the way.

When we reached our destination, Kamuro opened the car door and ushered me into the backseat, where Loligaki awaited my arrival.

Kamuro then took her place in the driver's seat.

"Thank you for accepting my invitation, Miyuki," Arisu spoke softly, her voice carrying a gentle warmth.

"Actually, I should be the one thanking you, Arisu," I replied, appreciative of her hospitality.

"Perhaps you're unaware, but many girls were eager to invite you, yet none could seize the opportunity—except for her." Her eyes flashed with a momentary ire before she quickly caught herself and offered a sincere apology.

"I didn't mean to direct that at you, Miyuki. Please forgive my lapse in composure."

I nodded in acknowledgment, indicating that her apology was accepted.

As we approached an isolated building, unease began to settle in, and I glanced at Arisu with heightened suspicion.

Kamuro had stepped out of the car and vanished from our sight, leaving us alone.

"Miyuki-kun, we can pick up where we left off in the Council Room," Arisu teased, a playful smile dancing on her lips.

"However, if you're not interested, I could always call Kamuro back, and we could pretend as though none of this ever happened."

Her words caused my frown to soften, and I began to weigh the possibilities.

Would I really decline such an enticing offer for sex? Absolutely not!

When Arisu saw me nod in agreement, she took the initiative, drawing closer to me and gently pressing her lips against mine. Her kiss was soft and soothing, a stark contrast to Chika's more forceful and aggressive approach.

Arisu knew exactly what she was doing, and she made me feel truly special, as if our kiss was the only thing that mattered in the world.

Her fingers slid into my hair, pulling me closer as the kiss grew more passionate. I could feel the heat of her body pressing against mine, her curves molding perfectly to my frame.

After what felt like an eternity, she finally pulled back, her breath slightly uneven, her lips slightly swollen from the intensity of our kiss.

She gazed at me with a tender expression, then asked softly, "Are you sure about this, Miyuki?"

"I think you already know my answer, Arisu," I replied with a shrug.

"So, what kind of play do you want for our first time?" she inquired, her tone both curious and inviting.

"Are you sure you want me to choose?" I asked, finding it hard to believe that a woman would take the initiative to ask a man what position he preferred for their first time together.

But then I reminded myself that this was a matriarchal world. By common sense, shouldn't they prefer to be dominant and in control, rather than seeking their partner's permission?

Probably, women in this world like sex a lot and degenerate, which is why they're more open-minded and accepting of any fetish their partner has, as long as it makes them happy.

"Of course, I'm serious, Miyuki," she murmured, stroking my hair gently as she spoke.

"Can you at least be naked with only white stockings?" I asked nervously; this was the first time I was so close with girls and requested to do ecchi things with them.

"I never thought you were that perverted," Arisu chuckled. "Will do."

By then; she took off all of her school uniform; leaving only little to the imagination. I honestly couldn't believe what I saw; her bare body was present before me; I could see her tight pink pussy; and she was only wearing white stockings as she seductively laid herself before me.

I couldn't control myself from temptation; and kissed her aggressively; my hand landed on her petite breast as I groped them roughly.

My erect cock painfully brushed up against her thigh.

I took off my pants then put my cock into her vulva lips; to be precise; her labia as I wandered my tongue into her mouth aggressively; while my hand kept groping her breast roughly; and my cock was colliding with her labia and kept rubbing them.

"Argh... I almost close," I almost closed at my edge; and unleashed all my seeds at her stomach as we panted.

Arisu touched my white things with her fingers; put it at her lips; and licked it with a playful look.

"I think this should be enough," she suggested. "Your father would undoubtedly be mad at you if you're late coming home."

"This will do too anyway," I agreed with what she said; but then looked at my still-erect cock; and said hesitantly:

"Umm... Arisu if you recall Komuro here; can you at least use your mouth or hand to take care of it?"

I'm not sure if Arisu will agree with my request, which might bring back negative reactions from women in my past. Despite my gentlemanly demeanor, I recognize that being selfish in bed is a major shortcoming of mine. It became evident after my encounter with Arisu that I struggle to control my desires and tend to be aggressive and selfish during sex.

"You're insatiable," Arisu pouted by then she began to search around the pocket in her school uniform that had been thrown around on the ground and typed something into her phone.

When she finished, she knelt down before me and put my cock into her hand, and spat saliva onto its conveniently erect cock.

The door opened and I almost freaked out when Komuro entered the car but when I saw she didn't even glance behind and did her own thing as she drove the car, I breathed in relief.

"I will use my hand for now, Miyuki-kun. If you wanted more then we should meet more often," she said. "I'll arrive at your house every morning; how about it?"

"Sounds like a good idea," I nodded eagerly as held back my voice as she clumsily moved around my cock because she knew that I like aggressive and rough play so she didn't hold back when she shook my cock with her hand.

I groaned and couldn't hold back any longer and unleashed all my cum into her and accidentally spilling it onto her face.

By then she kissed the tips of my cock and said:

"We have arrived, Miyuki-kun. See you later."

"Yeah, see you later, Arisu." I responded, reluctantly bidding her farewell. I adjusted my trousers and straightened my appearance before stepping out of the car, mentally preparing myself to return home.

Once I arrived, without a moment's hesitation, I headed straight to the shower. I meticulously washed away every trace of our shared sweat and the lingering scent of our sex, scrubbing it all away with soap, shampoo, and anything else I could find.

Fortunately, I didn't encounter anyone in the hallway. I hurried to the bathroom, anxious to avoid any prying eyes that might suspect I had just done something ecchi with Loligaki. I needed to erase every shred of evidence.

Damn...

As I reached for the hanger, I realized I'd forgotten to bring a change of clothes from my room, leaving only my school uniform. Thankfully, there was still a towel available, so I didn't have to streak through the house naked. I grabbed it without hesitation, wrapping it securely around myself.

I don't know if the god of hentai was playing tricks on me, but my sister's eyes nearly popped out of her head when she saw me standing there, clad in nothing but a towel.

"You... You..." she stammered, utterly speechless, her shock evident as she struggled to find words.

"I forgot my clothes," I explained simply, not waiting for her to respond. I quickly slipped into the bedroom, dried off, and grabbed a white t-shirt from the wardrobe, dressing myself neatly. As I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but admire my reflection.

Gone were the tired, overworked features of Miyuki from the canon. In their place stood a devilishly handsome man with blonde hair and striking blue eyes that radiated an almost magnetic charm. There was no sign of exhaustion or overwork that had plagued Miyuki in the original story—only a confident, attractive man stood before me.

I was more than pleased with my new appearance in this world and readied myself to meet my new family at the dining table.

"You look so radiant, Miyuki," my father remarked with a knowing smirk, while my sisters eyed us with curious expressions.

"What exactly do you mean by that, father?" she inquired, her tone tinged with suspicion.

"It's nothing. You can ask your brother if he feels like sharing," he replied with a casual shrug.

She didn't ask, though. Our relationship was too strained and awkward for her to even consider it.

We ate our modest meal in silence, and once I finished, I excused myself and headed straight to my bedroom. The night had already fallen, and I was utterly drained, both physically and mentally, so I collapsed onto my beloved bed.

Clutching my pillow, I began to reflect.

Why was I hugging a pillow instead of holding a woman?

This sounds very much pathetic.

I lamented.