Chapter 7 - Black-Dyed Eye (3/5)

This had only been a game to hide her own embarrassment, but at some point, the other two had gotten serious. Ange tried to interject, but…

"Ibekusa-san, your body is so sexual."

"…~~"

"Ah ha ha. Sorry, but it really is wonderful."

Her voice did not reach them.

As he attacked the girl's mouth to the point of swapping out all of her saliva with his own, Mutsuki's hands returned to her breasts. He traced his hands along their outlines and kneaded them.

Machina's body had enough feminine curves to charm even another girl like Ange. To enjoy those lines, Mutsuki's fingers traced down to her navel. But they suddenly moved back up and pinched her nipples that looked like freshly-bloomed cherry blossoms.

(He…really is lewd.)

Watching was enough to be infected by the obscene atmosphere, so the angel started fidgeting her hips without noticing.

Rubbing her thighs together, pulled the plump flesh of her butt to either side and let the corner of the desk in between. She frantically started to lift her hips, but…

"I'm going to touch you, okay?"

Mutsuki's hand moved even further down than Machina's navel.

Ange relaxed her legs and pressed her hips against the corner.

"Nnah…"

Mutsuki wrapped his hand around the warm mound he could feel through her striped panties.

A low cry escaped the girl's lips.

Ibekusa Machina tended to remain silent, so hearing her voice at all was a rare treat. He had always liked its beautiful bell-like quality, but when a sensual tone was mixed in, it was enough to stimulate his male instincts. Mutsuki could not help but suck at her lips even more. He could not find a good time to stop kissing her.

(Ibekusa-san… This is Ibekusa-san. I'm doing…this…with Ibekusa Machina-san…)

He was kissing her and petting her half-naked body.

"Nn…nnnn."

He had always thought this classmate was beyond his reach, but they were now kissing like lovers.

Her curly hair always looked messy even when it had been well brushed, her white skin looked like it was made from a film of pale milk, and her scent was sweeter than Ange's and sourer than Micha's.

He loved everything about her. He thoroughly groped the honey field he had in his grasp. The elastic mound softly swelled further in his hand.

"Kfah… Hah… Nn… Fujita…-kun."

(Her voice is so sexual now.)

He had attacked her lips with the tongue techniques of an angel and a demon, he had attacked her breasts with the technique that had left an adult like Micha and a child like Ange dizzy, and now he teased her crotch with the thoroughness of a loving parent. The beautiful girl was as horny as she was ever going to be.

Her usual lack of reaction made her arousal all the more obvious when her cheeks grew flushed, her breathing grew heavy, and she occasionally let out quiet moans.

The more of his saliva she swallowed, the more obedient she grew. She had initially closed her legs in embarrassment, but they were now spread to welcome him in.

(The surrounding flesh is so soft… and her butt is really warm.)

He gently rubbed the hidden lips that grew obscenely visible through her panties when she spread her thighs. That was enough for Machina to sensitively furrow her brow and wrap her soft tongue around his in place of words.

The hills of her butt were just as ideally large as her bust. Seductively tight thighs were located at the base of the lovely legs extending from her perfectly slender hips. Her deep gray socks covered her tight calves. Every part of her body was perfect.

And that body grew more flushed with every movement of his arm and of his fingertips. An embarrassing stain grew on her panties.

(I want her.)

His heart was dyed by a dark desire that kept appearing and disappearing within him.

(I want to make Ibekusa-san mine.)

His hesitation and conscious shook his heart, but he was fixated on that one point.

And in that instant…

"…!"

Ange's shoulders gave a jerk as she watched from behind.

"…Can I?"

But Mutsuki ignored the other girl, moved his hands behind Machina's beautiful hips, and grabbed the cloth in his way.

The girl still said nothing, but she did move her hands behind her and lifted up her hips. This was less of a "you can" and more of a "please do".

He slowly slid down the panties while continuing to kiss her. The sweat-soaked nylon striped panties stuck to her skin. He almost had to roll them down and, as he did, a single line of sticky liquid formed a bridge between the fabric and her virgin flesh.

"You're so wet. I'm glad you got this horny for me."

He rubbed her porcelain-smooth butt and dazzlingly tight thighs as he whispered in her ear.

She must have been embarrassed because her cheeks reddened and she looked to the side.

But she still spread her legs with her knees up in an M-shape. Mutsuki only had to lower his gaze a little to see the most precious part of her body.

Her nectar-covered flesh was a lot different from Micha's in more than just the skin color. His thorough petting had left her incredibly wet, but the outer flower petals were still closed.

When he gently spread them with his fingers and peered inside, he found the same pink flesh as with Micha, but the shape was different. The folds hid the vagina like they were forming a lid.

"…Ibekusa-san."

Looking at it was enough to fill him with excitement. His mind went blank.

He could not go any further. This was only a game. It was only meant to satisfy Ange, so even kissing her and removing her panties had been going too far. It should have been over after he touched her breasts a little. And yet…

He unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard, erect object. He had not cleaned up after cumming earlier, so the smell of the dried milky substance wafted from his boxers.

(I'll make her mine.)

As if to convey his desire, he rubbed the hard thing against her knees and thighs.

"…~?"

As Mutsuki gave into his dark desires, Ange reacted before Machina did. As she watched on, she felt an almost painful throbbing running through the center of her skin. Both of her hands were holding the spot pressed against the corner of the desk.

"What is this? The Serpent's Eye? …No, it isn't open."

"…"

Machina's usually narrowed eyes briefly widened in surprise at the exposed penis, but…

"Be…"

She lay back on the bed with her legs still spread.

"Be…gentle."

A nearby lightning strike shook the apartment window with its thunderclap.

The boy leaned over the girl and carefully pressed his weight on the point of insertion.

He had tried a few different positions with Micha and missionary had been one of them, but he was still nervous. His classmate's interior was surprisingly tight and he felt like he would break the walls if he forced it inside. He used the plentiful wetness to slowly deepen their bond.

Micha's had felt like an infinitely-deep and muddy swamp, but Machina's truly was a tunnel of flesh with a comfortable elasticity to it.

It resisted him with the writhing movements of a living creature, but he could feel himself forcibly expanding it. And…

"Ah…ahhh…"

The painful tones escaping his silent classmate fanned the flames of Mutsuki's animalistic side.

He slowly moved his hips forward and back, wringing further lubricant from the delicate structure. As his tip slid forward, it would further pry open her sensitive flesh.

(Wow… Am I dreaming? I'm having…)

He was so moved by the situation that he very nearly came from that alone, so he gathered his strength to hold back.

(I'm having sex with Ibekusa-san. …Hm?)

He felt like something struck the head buried inside her. At the same time, Machina's body gave a sharp jerk from the deepest point of her slender waist.

Dense as he was, Mutsuki initially thought he had imagined it, but when he moved his hips further in, he felt something tearing. And with each movement, the soft swellings of her breasts would bounce and her mature hipline would wriggle. Only then did he catch on.

"Ibekusa-san, you mean…?"

"…"

She nodded.

His experience was based on Micha, so he had completely overlooked this possibility. This girl had the most developed body in their class, but she was still his age.

"S-sorry. I, um…"

"This is not a problem."

The girl wrapped her arms around the boy's neck as he panicked.

"If you are…gentle, then this is not a problem."

Her tone was as unconcerned as ever.

Even inside her holy ground, the melting folds of flesh contracted and wrapped around the swollen invader as if guiding it deeper inside.

There was no way he could run away now. No man would pull out here. Mutsuki's only option was to make her deflowering as nice a memory as he could.

He wrapped his arms around her back. He could feel the head swelling out further as it slid further down the delicate pathway of flesh.