Amacha NSFW

To Tenko Chabashira, nothing is more important than keeping her Neo Aikido technique neat. She listens to her Master's rules to prevent her from becoming sloppy: she never eats more than three sweets a day, her workroom is always tidy, and most importantly, she never touches a man unless it's absolutely necessary. However, once she hit junior high, she began to realize that there was another thing that made her careless in her technique. Her body would begin to heat up when she was pushed against other's chests in the metro, and she began to focus more on her teacher's breasts than on the lesson. It was awful, she decided, so when a quick google search taught her a solution to the problem, the aikido practitioner spent a night in the bathtub learning what felt right and what felt wrong.

So when her body began to heat up in the same frustrating way when she got close to Amami, like that time she accidentally entered the boy's changing room and saw his bare chest (not that she enjoyed it! The volume of her scream should have signified that enough), she realized she won't be able to ignore the truth anymore when it stares her in the face. What will happen if she's walking a cute girl home dangerous area and that heat starts pooling between her legs again? What if that girl thinks she's one of the weirdo perverts Tenko's trying to protect her from? No, that would be absolutely awful!

And so, Tenko sits on her made bed with her legs spread, a hand snaking down her thighs and teasing her vulva, and she begins to fantasize. She figures it doesn't matter what she imagines right now; it's not like anyone will ever find out. Her imagination can't center around a girl in her class, that would be way too invasive of her! And, unfortunately, she's not the most creative when it comes to situations like this, so making up a situation that will actually get her off is out of the question. So, she shuts her eyes and imagines Amami's figure once more-- his chest, his flat stomach, the bulge that pressed out his boxers, his look of surprise and curiosity once noticing her staring figure-- this is his fault, that menace should take responsibility for making her like this!

She wonders if any inch of Amami is soft-- if there's still any traces of baby fat lingering between his thighs or his arms. She repositions her legs to spread them further, fingers delicately stroking her inner lips as a teaser before the tip of her index begins to rub against her clit. A sigh escapes her as she imagines her body under his, maybe against a bed or a wall, yes, she likes the idea of a wall. His body would be against hers, his palm pressing against the wall to keep her captured in his grip... Somewhere comforting, maybe, like the familiar confines of her bedroom. If he were to plant kisses on her lips, her throat, her collarbone, before lowering onto his knees and slipping off her panties, that would be ideal. The idea of him ripping her clothing is juggled around before discarded; the thought of a menace being so impatient only frustrates her. A quiet sigh escapes her when she imagines the sensation of his hot breath against her walls, teasing her soaking cunt before his tongue begins to stroke her pussy. His tongue would give long licks on her pussy before he sucks gently on her clit. Swallowing deeply, Tenko feels a finger slip into her and rub her inner walls at the idea of hickeys being left on the insides of her warm thighs.

When she gave into her fantasies, it often meant they wouldn't return to her. If that's the case, she doesn't have to worry about the consequences of fantasizing about her clothing being undone by a man. The image of him struggling with her bra strap makes her grin for a quick moment, but it eventually leads to the question of if Amami's a virgin or not. No, she decides abruptly, there's no way a playboy like him wouldn't have lost it already, though she does wonder if he would save it for someone special or if he'd blow it away the second he has the opportunity to get his dick wet in some cute girl's pussy. Her breasts would be cupped in his hands, rolled in her palms, and she would have trouble keeping her voice down after her pussy was eaten out. Would he say her chest is big? While Tenko isn't the most focused on her cup size, she does know that she does fall on the larger side of the class. Not to mention that unless a menace has a specific interest in petite girls, big breasts seem to be the thing they're most interested in. The girl's eyebrows furrow abashedly at the thought of being called cute or adorable during the event, or having her body groped and complimented by the boy.

As much as she hates to admit it, the idea of being praised by him excites her.

After being played with, Amami would prompt her to press the heel of her palm against his cock. Beads of sweat dribble down her thighs at the notion of it, fingers pushing and rubbing further within her as she attempts to rub her clit with her thumb simultaneously. She can't imagine how it would feel exactly, but she knows that it would be hard. She doesn't want to think of that; getting off to pleasuring a menace with no returning sensations would be a form of mental defeat.

Instead, she imagines the crown of his cock pushing into her pussy, forcing it inside of her while her back is against the wall. He would be gentle at first with her, he'd have to, or else a harsh punch would be delivered right into his gut. Right, his hands would grab onto her hips and lift her up, using the wall as leverage as Tenko's legs lock around him. She wants to think of the breathless sounds he makes when he thrusts into her, the almost charming grin he'd wear as his shaft is enveloped by the folds of her walls. His attention would be on her and only her as if she's the only other person who exists in the world while his pelvis bucks against her. The idea of all that focus on her makes her even more bashful, but she can't separate herself from it. "Amami--" She whispers through clenched teeth, much to her own surprise, but the quiet moans of his name as she stimulates herself don't stop. Her toes curl into the fabric of the bedsheets, shock-like shivers starting from her cunt and ending in the tips of her fingers and her feet. Her fantasy begins to lose focus of its tenderness, Tenko rolling her head to the side as she begins to imagine the sound of skin slapping together as he begins to fuck her no different than an animal, teeth on her neck.

Her hips buck upwards violently, a cry-like moan escaping her as her walls convulse around her fingers. Tenko's fantasy then begins dissipating, the fabric of her bedsheets overstimulating her as she becomes aware of her situation. A hiss of frustration escapes her as she sits back up, breath heavy as she forces herself out of the afterglow of her orgasm.

The most frustrating thing to her, however, is that her focus on Amami didn't disappear after her mental affair. She would watch him with an accusatory gaze in class, trying to figure out what kind of curse he put on her that continued to make her body excited whenever she thought of him.

It doesn't matter, she justifies to herself. Her orgasms are stronger when she thinks about him-- she's only doing what's necessary to grow stronger in Neo Aikido.