As always, I eventually flipped her back onto the table as I wanted to finish while watching her expressions. The mont I did that, Saki instantly wrapped her arms around my neck as I thrusted deep inside her. The bikini top was already askew from our earlier playti, barely covering her bouncing breasts as she clung to .
Her legs locked around my waist tightly while she gasped and moaned with every thrust. The girl’s fingers tangled in my hair as she pulled down for a passionate kiss, with our tongues tangled together.
When I felt her walls fluttering around again, I slowed down a bit just to drag this mont for a few seconds longer.
But with both of us already at our limit, it didn’t take long before Saki tightened her embrace while letting out a silent scream. Her body trembled uncontrollably as she ca again. The sensation of her contracting around pushed past the point of no return. With a final thrust, I buried myself deep inside her and emptied myself completely.
Once, twice, thrice. Her warmth milked dry until I collapsed atop her, both of us breathing heavily.
For a few monts, we remained intertwined, with my softening cock still nestled inside her. My head also found her chest a comfortable pillow as I rested, with one of my hands entwining with hers and the other supporting her head.
Saki’s other hand dropped on top of my head as she gently caressed my hair. That gesture was filled with her affection, and although we didn’t speak for a mont, I understood what she wanted to convey.
A few minutes later, I heard her giggle as she teasingly whispered, "You’re getting heavier, Ruki."
I looked up and returned a teasing smile, "Is that so? Well then..."
Upon saying that, my mouth found her nipple again, gave it a good suck before popping it out with an audible wet sound. Saki squird as I lifted myself off her and pulled out, watching my essence dribble down the table.
Saki pouted as if I had wronged her. To ease that, I once again dropped a kiss on her lips before helping her sit up.
"Un... The bikini isn’t ruined yet. But it clearly got stained by you," Saki murmured, tracing her fingers along the damp spot where my release had seeped through the mint fabric. Her cheeks flushed darker as she pressed her thighs together, feeling the sticky warmth trickling down.
"Your fault for being so irresistible," I teased as I pulled out my handkerchief to wipe her face clean.
Saki giggled and leaned into my touch, allowing to properly clean her up before she slowly slid off the table.
After letting her rest until she gathered her breath, I helped her change back into her uniform—hands lingering longer than necessary over each button—just to hear her soft giggles. As I fastened the last button, Saki suddenly grabbed my wrist and pressed it against her chest, where her heartbeat still raced.
"Ruki," she murmured, voice barely above a whisper, "I know you’ll be busy with festival prep and...other girls today. But promise you’ll rember how I felt just now when you’re with them."
The uncharacteristic vulnerability in her words made pause. Normally, Saki played along with my teasing without hesitation, content to be one among many. But I’m not complaining. I’ve been urging them to be more vocal like this, after all. I’m dumb and insensitive sotis, so... hearing their thoughts rather than bottling them up would always be appreciated.
"Mhm. I’ll never forget how tight you were." I kissed the top of Saki’s head, feeling her huff in annoyance against my neck.
She pinched my waist hard and then teasingly smiled. "Idiot. That’s not what I ant. But... that’s fine too. I’ll always squeeze you tightest."
See. Now, she knows how to respond.
I kissed her again before finally bringing her out of the room and escorting her back to the clubroom.
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A few minutes later, I finally arrived at the makeshift conference room where Shizu, Haruko and Komoe were accommodating the Class and Club Presidents who were waiting to get their budgets so they could finally buy the materials they needed for their booths and events.
Before stepping inside, I nodded at Watanabe and her boyfriend, Masato-senpai, who were maintaining order outside. They didn’t look surprised at my tardiness, I an, it’s already a normal occurrence, after all.
Still, when Masato-senpai wasn’t looking, I saw Watanabe sticking her tongue out to while mouthing, "Shaless Ruki, you still owe one."
Of course, she’s talking about last Saturday. She’s still upset that I accidentally ran into her and followed her to et her friends. Since those girls ended up dragging into their group to rate their swimsuits in the na of ’appreciation’, she also sent one and I teased her by saying ’thanks for the al’ instead of rating it properly.
She even told not to save it but well, I really didn’t need to. I just have to open that group chat and it’ll be laid bare to my eyes again.
Anyhow, I pretended not to understand her and tilted my head. Due to that, the girl raised her fist at before lowering it when Masato-senpai turned towards us.
Yeah. She’s still so teasable.
"Geez. Even Watanabe cannot escape your grasp?" Minami Shouko said as I stepped into the room.
"What do you an, senpai? I only greeted them but that girl had the nerve to make a face at ." I sighed dramatically as I walked past Minami Shouko who just shook her head before handing a stack of papers.
It’s a copy of the festival budget breakdown, neatly categorized by class and club. At the mont, two tables were disbursing the budgets that were put on envelopes. They’re mostly in the 10,000 yen denomination, so each envelope is quite thin.
The Student Council, under Shizu’s lead, had spent the afternoon classes filling them up, each envelope labeled with respective clubs and classes. Naturally, they wouldn’t just hand it over. They’re going for the final confirmation on the breakdowns before releasing them.
"Hmm? What’s this? Do I have to open another line?" I asked as the girl grabbed my wrist, dragging close to where Shizu and Haruko were serving the impatient club and class presidents. Komoe was running behind them as she singlehandedly collected the signed receipts while also assisting the girls in locating the envelopes for each club and class.
Minami Shouko nodded before putting on a mischievous smile, "That and you have to deal with those who are still unhappy with their current budget."
I looked ahead and sure enough, there were a few club presidents who weren’t in the line but were waiting on the corner with an impatient look. Of course, it’s not only them. There are so who probably just want to try their luck.
Among them, I saw Suzuki Yumika, the Archery Club President, whom I promised to sponsor last week.
She waved at as though our talk earlier this morning had been forgotten by her. I told her she should co to , and I’ll accompany her to buy her club’s materials -- although I didn’t an it, I didn’t think she’d imdiately choose to wait here.
I put on a smile and a small nod before I turned back to Minami Shouko, "Alright, senpai. I’ll handle them, but before that, let greet them first.
Upon saying that, I wriggled my wrist free from Minami Shouko’s grip, which loosened quite easily as she watched walk over to Shizu, Haruko, and Komoe’s side.
Shizu barely glanced up from the budget ledger as I approached, her pen tapping impatiently against the paper. "You’re late again, blockhead."
The words were sharp, and the Club President, who was in front of her table, looked at as if I had been given a death sentence from that.
To her surprise, I coyly scratched my cheek and smiled sheepishly, "Yeah. Am I cooked?"
"You are. But enough of that, give your hand." Shizu’s expression remained stern as she demanded.
When I complied, the girl brought it to her cheek as if she wanted to find the comfort she needed.
Yeah. She didn’t really care about those seeing her right now. And honestly, this is her way to show everyone that our relationship is not so simple without any verbal confirmation.
She leaned onto my palm for my seconds before letting it go and sharply looking up at , "Alright, you’re free for now, blockhead. Go on, do your thing."
I squeezed Shizu’s shoulder before moving to Haruko and Komoe.
The forr didn’t act as boldly as Shizu but as always, my sweet Haruko always had it in her to make my heart throb. After sending away the one at the front of the line, she tugged down and whispered, "Hubby, I need you to pamper later, okay?"
Really, her words carried a quiet intensity only she could pull off while looking so demure and seductive at the sa ti. I was tempted to kiss her but I held back, not because I was afraid of those watching but to prevent a commotion from happening. It’d be troubleso, right?
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