COTE: Impregnation System Chapter 38 36: Bathroom Play & Naked Apron (R-18)

When I returned to my dormitory, I imdiately noticed sothing was different.

By the front door, two pairs of shoes had already been placed neatly inside belonging to Honami and Arisu. I knew instantly this wasn't going to be so casual visit.

Arisu had made herself at ho in the kitchen, preparing food for , while Honami wasted no ti leading elsewhere.

She helped undress piece by piece, her fingers lingering on my skin longer than necessary, before escorting straight into the bathroom.

The mont the shower water cascaded down on us, her hands were already moving, rubbing, caressing, claiming every inch of my body with single-minded devotion.

My cock hardened almost instantly under her attention, standing fully erect as her delicate hand stroked under the falling water, making sure I was clean but clearly with far more intention than simple hygiene.

Then, without hesitation, she poured liquid soap directly over her own body, letting it spill across her curves.

The sweet fragrance of soap mixed with the intoxicating scent of woman, overwhelming my senses as she pressed herself against .

Her large breasts squished against my back as she hugged tightly, rubbing up and down my skin with those massive mounds while her hand continued stroking my cock from behind, working with all her effort to make explode right there in the shower.

She leaned in close, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispered in a sweet, needy tone.

"Do you like it, brother?"

I groaned, my voice trembling from the pleasure that was pushing to the brink. "Is this your idea?"

She chuckled, her hand still pumping my cock with steady strokes. "Well, it's your girlfriend. Don't cum just yet, brother... I've got more surprises for you."

Her tone was playful, teasing, but it was undeniable Honami had changed. In the past, she had always been timid, shy, more reserved.

But now? She was bold, aggressive, and absolutely unafraid of throwing herself at .

And truth be told, I loved every second of it.

She finally pulled her hand away from my cock.

Moving around to face , she lowered herself to her knees on the wet floor.

I stood up from the small stool to give her more space, watching as she positioned herself perfectly in front of .

Without a word, she pressed her soft, soapy breasts around my cock, smothering in pure heaven.

The heat, the softness, the slippery sensation as she pushed her tits up and down my shaft, it was unbearable.

She looked up at and smiled, her lips curling into a soft, loving expression as if she wanted to show she belonged here, pleasing like this.

And then, as her breasts worked , her lips parted.

She leaned forward and took the head of my cock into her mouth, sucking in while still massaging with her tits.

The dual sensation her wet mouth and her slick breasts nearly made lose control instantly.

My hands clutched her head as I moaned, unable to resist any longer. "I'm cumming, Honami…"

She didn't respond with words, her mouth was full, her lips sealed tightly around my cock.

Instead, she doubled her efforts, bobbing her head faster while her tongue swirled around my tip, sucking hard to milk every drop out of .

The orgasm ripped through with brutal force. My cock pulsed and unloaded inside her mouth, thick streams of cum flooding her throat.

She swallowed greedily, but I didn't stop, I kept pumping, shooting more until it spilled out.

My release sared across her lips, her face, even streaked through her hair as I groaned in complete satisfaction.

When I finally finished, panting heavily, I looked down at her, Honami kneeling before , her face ssy with my cum, her breasts still pressed tight around my shaft.

"Thanks, Honami," I muttered, running a hand through her sticky hair. "I feel better now."

She only smiled, cum dripping from her lips, as if to say this was exactly where she wanted to be.

My eyes traced down to her lips. She collected every drop of my cum with her finger, slowly bringing it to her mouth, licking it clean while her gaze locked on , hazy and dripping with desire. Her voice was sultry, almost teasing, as she whispered, "Brother, you can go. I need to wash up too. Besides, your girlfriend has a surprise waiting for you."

Even as she said it, her hand moved lower, her delicate fingers brushing over the length of my erection, tracing along the outline, teasing like she wasn't ready to let go.

I stroked her damp hair, still heavy with sweat, and murmured, "I hope this surprise of hers is worth it."

With that, I turned to leave, but her eyes betrayed her words. I knew from the look on Honami's face that she didn't really want to go. She wanted to stay, to steal ti away from Arisu, to claim her more than I already had. But I didn't care about their gas, their rivalries, their unspoken battles for position. Their power plays ant nothing to . I wasn't interested in drama. I was only interested in the fucking.

Her lips curled into a pout, and her soft whisper brushed against my ears as I walked away. "Are you really just going to leave like that, brother?"

I didn't answer. I didn't turn back. My steps only quickened, my decision already made.

And fortune favored .

The mont I entered the kitchen, I froze, my throat going dry.

Arisu stood there humming softly, wearing nothing but a naked apron. The strings hugged her curves, her bare ass peeking from behind the apron's hem, her pink nipples pressing against the thin cloth with every movent as she stirred the pan.

I gulped, swallowing hard my saliva, my cock throbbing at the sight. My breath grew heavy as I approached her, unable to resist. My hands went straight to my aching erection, stroking it once before I pressed myself against her from behind, wrapping her in my arms.

"Takashi-kun, are you hungry?" Arisu asked, her voice playful and teasing. She knew exactly what she was doing, knew exactly what effect she had on . Every bit of this was planned.

"I am," I whispered into her ear, grinding against her ass through the thin fabric of the apron. "And right now, I want to eat you, Arisu-chan."

Before she could reply, I lined myself up and shoved my cock inside her dripping pussy in one hard thrust.

"Ahh—Takashi-kun!" she gasped, her voice breaking into a sharp moan as her hands tightened around the spatula.

She tried to pout, her tone dripping with fake scolding even as her body trembled around . "I'm still not done yet… what if the food burns?"

I bent her over the counter, my cock sinking deeper inside her as her apron bunched up.

Her protest didn't slow down for a second. In fact, it only turned on more, watching her still stirring the pan, trying to cook while I slamd into her from behind.

"Then let it burn," I growled, slamming into her with a brutal rhythm. "Or better yet, keep cooking. I know you can."

Her knuckles went white on the pan handle as she stirred, hips jerking with every thrust.

"Humph… don't regret it if it does burn," she whimpered, her tone caught between fake defiance and real, desperate moans.

Her words only made pound her harder. Her tight pussy clamped down on , soaking wet, pulling deeper with every stroke. Her apron did nothing to hide the way her tits bounced, the way her body bent perfectly over the counter.

Despite her words, she wasn't resisting . No, she was leaning into it. She adjusted her stance to give a better angle, making sure every thrust slamd right into her sweet spot.

The kitchen filled with the scent of food and the sound of skin slapping against skin.

Her face, though flushed and sweaty, was full of smiles.

She was happy, happy to cook for , happy to be fucked raw, happy to be bred while her apron barely clung to her body.

Cooking and being filled at the sa ti.

That's her.

My perfect Arisu.

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