Miu a best

“haah... I-Iruma-san...” Shuichi muttered, barely able to speak at all. His mind was almost blank, the only thing he could think about was the sight before him: Miu on her knees, her mouth swallowing the head of his cock, her hands deftly working and massaging his shaft. The only things he heard was a mix of his own moans of pleasure and the lewd slurping coming from Miu's mouth, along  with the occasional giggle.

“whah ish it?” she asked with her mouth still around him, making sure to sound as erotic as she could. She swallowed the saliva she'd been building up, giving him a strong suck at the same time. Shuichi moaned in response and tightened his grip on his knees, looking to the side before continuing his sentence.

“Iruma-san, I-I'm gonna cum soon!”  he managed to force out. He'd been at his edge for a while, trying his damnedest to stay there,  but Miu had been getting better every day at milking him.

In response, she took her hands off of his member and shifted to being on all fours. Shuichi winced at the sudden loss of pleasure, but disappointment was soon replaced by shock as she swallowed his cock once more, going as deep as she could manage.

Their gaze met, her blue eyes were ever so slightly teary, giving them a glossy appearance that contrasted her flushed face. He could see several small puddles of saliva and other fluids building up beneath her. The sight was too much, and he couldn't hold back anymore.

Shuichi grabbed the back of her head and pulled it as close to him as he could, making sure he was as deep down her as he could be, shooting his seed down her throat. When he finished, he sat there for a second panting, reveling in the afterglow with her mouth still around him.

Soon, too soon for him, she broke from the kiss, pursing her lips as she parted from his dick. He watched her open her mouth and show him the mix of fluids inside. He watched as she drank it slowly, as if to savor the flavor(and no doubt tease him).

When Miu finished was with her show, she stood up and lifted her skirt. In front of Shuichi was a pair of sopping wet panties, with all the excess juices flowing down her thighs.

“Look at what you did, jerk!” she snapped at him, doing her best angry voice she could muster at the time. “I-if you didn't take so long you could've taken care of this!”

“S-sorry, Iruma-san...”

Shuichi was still in a daze, his response barely coming out. Miu saw that she wouldn't get through to him while he was in such a state. She decided she'd do something else to get back at him. Pulling him to his feet, she yelled at him to put his pants back on and left the room.

“Don't be late for breakfast, or I'll tell everyone about this!”

...

During breakfast, Shuichi couldn't clear his mind at all. Usually he was able to focus after one of their “meetings”, but all he could think of was the way Miu milked him, and how he wanted to.... No! Those weren't thoughts to be having at this time!

Of course, it didn't help that Miu was siting right across from him. He couldn't pry his eyes from her body, no matter how hard he tried. She'd had the collar of her shirt more loose than usual, giving him(and everyone else) a better view.

Then her teasing began. Every time he looked at her she would wink at him. It wasn't much, but in his current state it was more than enough to get him hard. That, coupled with her foot slowly making its way up his leg, was too much. He had to get out before the others noticed his weak composure.

“What's wrong, dasaihara?”

Of course she would draw attention to him.

“What? I'm fine!” he said, trying to keep his cool. “There's nothing to w-”

He was cut off by her foot rubbing his crotch. “Are you sure? You look pale.” Of course Kiibo would be worried about him.

“I-I'm fine, just a little tired.” he said, standing up, wanting to get out of there as fast as possible. When he did, Miu pointed at him. More specifically, his crotch.

“Ahaha! I know what's wrong! You're hard!” Miu decided to make a show of her work, and brought everyone's attention to the bulge in his pants. He covered his crotch before the rest could see. Miu simply pointed and laughed as he darted out of the room, running back to his own for a while.

Despite the morning roadblock, it was a productive day. Most of the others seemed to not care about what had happened earlier, and he was able to avoid Miu most of the day. However, on his way back to his room at the end of the night, Shuichi was stopped by a certain someone.

“Where the hell are you going?!”
He and turned around, only to get pinned against a wall.

“Iruma-san?!”

“Trying to sneak off, are you?! I told you...” Miu trailed off, tracing a finger down his chest and landing it on his crotch, gently stroking it “... that you'd finish what you started, didn't I?”

“I-Iruma-san, I'm sorry! I was just- I was-” He couldn't think of anything. What was his plan? To return to his room and relieve himself? It's not like trying to avoid her would work, he should've known as much.

“No excuses, asshole!” she wrapped an arm around Shuichi and pinched the back of his neck, sending shivers down his spine. He looked away, the blush on his face deepening as his boner reluctantly . “Winks, pain... Jeez, you'll get hard at anything, won't you!”

Before he could respond, she let go of his member and grabbed his hand, pulling it to her crotch. Even through her skirt and panties, he could feel how wet she was.  Shuichi acted on instinct and started groping her. Miu was satisfied with his response, and leaned into him. “You want it too, don't you?”

“Y... Yes.” He had to be honest with himself, and he knew it wouldn't matter to her if he said no at this point. Shuichi couldn't deny his desires, even if he was mad at her. She was too alluring to him, and she knew exactly what to do to make him putty in her arms.“please, Iruma-san...”

Miu pulled off him, and ran towards the dining hall, pulling him along with her. When they arrived at their destination, Miu cleared herself a seat on one of the tables, and raised her skirt to taunt him.

“I-Iruma-san, what are you doing?!”  Shuichi was shocked by her action. Wanting to do this in such a public area?! God forbid someone heard them! “We can't do this here!”

But, despite him knowing it was wrong, part of him wanted it. Ever since she got a hold of him, he found himself enjoying more... perverse activities like the one she was offering, and she always took advantage of it.

“Stop your complaining, dasaihara! Get over here already!” Her voice was loud and commanding, with no regard if anyone else heard. He reluctantly complied, stopping not too far from the edge of the table.  “Now drop them, quick!”

Miu prodded at his bulge with her foot to put an emphasis on her demand. “OK, just please keep it down! Someone will hear you!” Shuichi pleaded, slowly undoing his fly and pulling his cock out(which was, to his shame, hard as a rock). Stepping forward, his waist was seized by her legs, pulling him tight against her. He lost his balance in the attack, and grabbed a hold of her waist.

“See? I knew you'd get into this.” Miu teased, watching him shiver from the sudden contact. She was much more aroused than he had thought, and felt the heat radiating from her body. His cock throbbed against her pussy, which was begging for him. She wrapped her arms around him, cupping his neck and waist.

Their eyes met, her eyes like gems of sapphire melted all resistance he could have mustered. Giving him a devilish grin, she pulled his head into her chest and poised the head  of his member at her entrance. Lost in the sensation of Miu's supple breasts and the incredibly erotic smell coming from her, he finally caved. Shuichi pushed into her, letting out a muffled, quiet moan as he sheathed himself completely.

“I-Iruma-san, I love you...” he whispered in a pained voice, still hoping they don't get noticed. He took in the divine feeling, noting that she was much warmer and tighter than normal. He burrowed his face deeper into her pillows as he began to thrust.

“ahh! Yes, Saihara!” was her response. She'd been waiting all day for this, teasing him for hours and making sure there was no way he'd say no. Training him to be obedient had been difficult, but a completely devout and subordinate toy was well worth the trouble. “keep going”!

Minutes passed, Shuichi plowing into her and slowly gaining speed, Miu getting louder and less reserved, neither of them caring about the setting anymore. The room was filled with lewd slapping and cries of pleasure muffled by kisses, all music to Shuichi's ears.

Miu broke from their kiss, taking a deep breath. Shuichi used this opportunity to warn her. “Iruma, ahh, I'm close...”

She moved in, giving him another kiss and tightening her leg's grip on his waist, sucking him in as deep as he could be. Shuichi couldn't take it any longer, and pushed her down, pinning her there by her shoulders.

Miu grappled at his arms, unable to tear her eyes from the look of pure bliss and lust on his face as he thrust one last time, the both of them calling each others names as they rode out their orgasms. After a few minutes laying there, she finally released him, letting him pull out.

That's when they heard him.
"Jeez, was that necessary, Saihara-chan? We eat on that table!"
Shocked by the realization they had company, Shuichi turned around to see a red-faced Ouma watching them from the entrance, his head peeking around a corner.