Posted on 06 November 2025, 18:33 by: KuruFapJikan
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"Would you listen to me again?"
Seeing this message from Akane, who had cut off contact since that night he had embraced her, the man thrust his hips while pulling up his cheek.
The gravure idol in training arched her back greatly, letting out sweet moans. Her fully ripened breasts swayed violently.
Her vagina clenched around him, as if begging for more and more.
However, the girl was no longer in the man's thoughts. Just remembering that night made his erection, thrust into the girl, swell even larger, raising the pitch of her cries.
As if teasing his caught prey, he waited five seconds, ten seconds, then,
"How about tonight?"
He sent a curt reply. At the same time, the read receipt appeared.
Behind the man's eyelids floated the image of Akane, her womb aching as she waited for a reply in front of the screen.
Kurokawa Akane was different from the stupid females around here.
It was precisely because she had sunk to rock bottom that he could take advantage, using drugs and words to make her yield without realizing it. But after one night, she would notice. The result was the cessation of messages.
However, the man knew well.
No matter how intelligent, once a female knows pleasure, she cannot resist a strong male. This was a fact.
Getting excited, he thrust his hips strongly. The prey's vagina tightened, and the man released his desire in its depths. Without asking permission or announcing timing, a selfish ejaculation. The girl, still barely more than a child, accepted the unprotected creampie with an ecstatic expression.
Because she had learned that it was the sweetest pleasure of all.
That's why Akane had contacted him again. With a reason that couldn't even fool herself, she sought the bliss of being devoured, the joy of being dominated.
"It's fine"
The reply came almost immediately.
Leaving it to the milking movements of her vagina, injecting the remaining semen in his urethra, the man superimposed Akane's lewd form onto the girl.
"Then tonight at 7 at the station"
"Yes"
Again, the reply was instant. The cock that had just ejaculated began to swell again.
"This one shot won't last me till night, so I'll pamper you a bit more"
The man thrust his hips as if to follow up on the girl collapsed on the bed, drowning in the afterglow of pleasure.
Sweet, melting cries echoed in the windowless room.
That debauchery seemed to foretell Akane's future as well.
And not in the distant future, at that.
*
He, waiting at the station, wore the same smile as that day, one that made her want to rely on him.
Just seeing that smile made her heart throb.
She could feel a strong heat deep in her abdomen.
The underwear she had changed just before leaving home, already soaked with the nectar that had seeped out during the train ride, overflowed down her thighs the moment he took her hand.
Led by him into the same bar as that day, she took just one sip of sweet alcohol.
The sweet aroma of mixed cocktails passed through her nose, vividly reviving the memory of that night.
Although it was impossible to get drunk so quickly, a sensation more concentrated and hotter than alcohol coursed through her bloodstream.
"It's hard to talk out here, shall we go inside?"
Unlike that night, her ability to think remained.
The true meaning behind his words—the desire hidden behind his smile—she understood it all.
Even so, Akane—
"Yes..."
Driven by the irresistible urge welling up from the pit of her stomach, she accepted the man's words.
With his arm around her waist, she walked towards the inner room.
It was as if he was asserting his ownership over her.
His large palm, his long fingers, drew Akane close. The alcohol she had just drunk began to circulate throughout her body.
Looking around with a cool head, it was a room that served no purpose other than for acts between men and women. An even sweeter scent than in the bar wafted through the air, and she could feel her body heat rising.
Although her mind knew it was just an act, his behavior was gentlemanly.
He sat Akane on the edge of the bed, then sat down beside her.
From just inches away, the pheromones of the opposite sex passed through Akane's nostrils. Saliva pooled in her mouth.
Directing her gaze to his trousers, the center prominently stretched the fabric. His eyes confirmed where Akane's gaze was directed, and he smiled. The carnivorous desire behind his gentlemanly facade became visible, but Akane felt no disgust. Thump, thump, she felt the female part of herself being drawn to it.
"...Didn't you have something to talk about?"
The gentle voice whispered in her ear intensified the ache.
His breath was hot.
Just breathing made her throat feel like it was burning.
"Um..."
She wanted to be embraced again.
She couldn't forget that pleasure.
The sober Akane couldn't say such words.
Although she couldn't say she wasn't drunk at all, her mind was still clear.
Unlike that night when she was embraced without realizing it, she could leave this place now if she wanted to.
But—
"Saying you wanted to talk was just an excuse, right...? Actually, you wanted to do something else, didn't you?"
His whisper caressed her ear, reaching her eardrum. The beast's desire behind the gentleman's mask. Even knowing this—those words were the lifeline Akane most desired right now.
"I..."
Before words, Akane's hand reached out first.
She placed her hand on the man's muscular thigh, caressing it. The sensation of strong muscles transmitted to her palm, and moisture... The wetness overflowing from her panties seeped into the bed.
"If Akane wants me to listen, I'll listen. If you want to do other things, I can do that too."
Haa, haa, rough breathing.
Inhaling an equal amount of air, his pheromones filled Akane's insides.
"You can be honest in front of me. Here—"
"Ah, aah...♥"
Being embraced by him that night was, at best, an accident.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say she was made to desire it after losing her reason, and that was the truth.
But the pleasure obtained that way was real.
For Akane, who had nothing to cling to, the spider's thread lowered to her was only his words and pleasure.
"If you don't express it in words, I won't understand."
Now, if she sought it herself, it wouldn't be because she was intoxicated.
It would be her own—Kurokawa Akane's will.
Akane understood that this was her point of no return.
That's why Akane reached for her own skirt.
Just slightly lifting the hem exposed her soaked panties to the man's gaze.
"Since that night, I've... been unable to forget you... so—"