Misha Scene 3 - Fun With Beach Houses

“[It's only a little bit further. If the taxi service wasn't so lazy we could've been driven here...]”

Too tired to point out the irony in her statement, I follow Shizune and Misha down the steep incline, toting more than my fair share of luggage.

The chirping of insects fills the night air as we find our way to our destination.

Shizune leads the way while Misha and I trudge into the rather sizable bungalow. The house has a fairly open design, a large sliding door opening the path to the beach on the other end.

Somehow the summer home has gone this entire time without gathering even a lick of dust, not that it mattered since all of the furniture was still adorned with plastic wrap. I guess it makes sense that it's never been used, considering Jigoro's apparent hatred of fun or relaxation.

Not that I'm complaining.

“Ahhhhhh~, that was a long trip.”

Misha stretches her dainty arms, a lethargic yawn spilling from her open mouth.

She signs to Shizune, asking where the shower is before walking over to me and grabbing a small pink bag from the oversized pile over luggage.

“No peeking, Hicchan~!” she coos from around the corner as she skips out the door.

“[I was hoping we'd get here early enough to walk around town, but we may as well go to sleep at this point.]”

Shizune sighs and relents that her carefully planned schedule has been shattered by a late train arrival and the lack of cabs running at this hour.

I check my cell phone to find that it's already well past 10PM on a Saturday evening.

“[I guess I'm sleeping on the couch, then?]” I sign to Shizune.

“[Well of course. I can hardly allow an adolescent boy to sleep in the same room as two beautiful girls, can I?]”

Shizune winks before laughing to herself.

It's not like I've never slept with a girl, but regardless, my place is on the couch tonight. I'll let Misha decide when to tell Shizune about our side relationship.

“[I'm going to change now. Out.]”

Shizune points to the hallway with one hand as she starts to pull her shirt up with the other, revealing her slim waist. I leave without argument, sliding my single bag into the living room.

I grab a blanket out of one of the hall closets, slightly tempted by the sound of running water in the door next to it. I doubt she'd care much, but I'm far too tired to make an attempt either way.

I fall onto the long sofa in the living room, leaving my pants and sweater in the bag beforehand. It's rather warm, even with the gentle breeze rolling in through the back door, but nothing unbearable.

Of course, I remove the shrink wrap before actually settling in.

**************

“C'mon, Hicchan~, we're not gonna wait all day for you to get up.”

I'm woken to an incredibly nice view as Misha shakes me to life. Shizune stands at the other end of the room in a white button-up shirt and a pair of athletic short-shorts, whilst Misha lingers above me in a pink tank-top and a denim miniskirt.

If there's anything the pink-haired girl knows how to do, it's make my mornings worthwhile.

I stand up and walk to the bathroom with my overnight bag, yawning as I rub the sleep out of my eyes.

“Ooooh~ Hicchan, you're wearing plaid today too?”

I look down and realize that I slept in my boxers, blushing under the eyes of the two girls with devious smiles plastered on their faces.

The bathroom door slams behind me as I scramble onto the tile floor. For some reason I'm embarrassed, even though Misha has seen a certain part of me bare far more than once.

“Don't worry, Hicchan, we enjoyed the view~! Wahaha~!”

“Am I supposed to be happy about that?”

“Of course! Now it'll be fair when you try to sneak a peek at us!”

Her words almost immediately kick my imagination into overdrive. Just what kind of swimsuits could they be wearing today, I wonder?

I shower and throw on a pair of swim trunks, opting to pair them with a white shirt as I stare at the ever-intimidating scar on my chest. Noting a distinct lack of student council presence, I walk out the sliding door at the rear of the bungalow, deducing that the duo probably went to the beach ahead of me.

I spy two figures already out on the beach, waving as I make my way out of the house. The afternoon sun beats down on the sandy shore in the midst of a heat wave, making me wish I were confident enough to go without a shirt.

On that note, it seems that the girls weren't the least bit self-conscious about ditching their own clothes. I can hardly take my eyes off of them – Misha is wearing a rather flattering green and orange plaid bikini that hugs her assets quite nicely, kept taut solely by the long, dainty strings hanging from her back and hips, while Shizune has settled for a more conservative outfit by keeping the white button-up shirt over her swimsuit. However, the cloth is very thin, so the solid navy-blue of her own two-piece is still very much visible.

Misha and Shizune sign back and forth to each other before the more disciplined half of the pair picks up on my presence and turns to me.

“[It's about time you got here! We were on the verge of having a one-on-one!]”

“The game is beach volleyball, you're familiar with the rules, right?” Misha asks energetically.

“Well of course, it's pretty straightforward if you ask me.”

“Great! We'll serve first!”

Shizune cuts her off and signs for a bit. Even though I can normally read her hands, I'm too far away to make out the minute details. A few seconds elapse before Misha turns to me again.

“Don't you think we should make this a little more interesting, Hicchan?” Misha calls out while Shizune stands confidently with her hands on her hips.

“What do you mean?”

It's beach volleyball, there's really nothing to gamble on, especially since it's her and Shizune against myself. Two on one is hardly fair to begin with, even without factoring in my impediment.

“Well, don't you think you'd have a little more motivation to do well if there were prizes on the line?”

Shizune nods in agreement.

“Alright, I'll play along. What's on the line?”

“[If we win, you have to pay for lunch and dinner.]”

Ooh, Shizune definitely knows how to hit me where it hurts.

“That's a pretty big wager, what do I get if I win?”

Misha stops signing.

“Wahahaha~, well, if you win, I suppose I can ignore the rules for a day...”

My brain screeches to a halt. A day?!

An entire day?!

Not five minutes, or half an hour, or even a solid hour, but a day of unrestricted lust?!

There is no way I could say no to that, even with the rest of my funds at stake.

Shizune looks back and forth at us confusedly, but ultimately says nothing, content that we've agreed on a stake.

“That's quite a bit you're putting up, what's the catch?”

“There's no catch, Hicchan. 24 hours~!”

My jaw drops. She has to be playing with me somehow, some weird twist or loophole already designed to torture me. She'll probably cling to Shizune for the entire day, sticking her tongue out at me every time I try to make a move.

Regardless of what she's planning, my savings are still on the line, so there's no reason to lose either way.

“Alright Hicchan, here it comes~!”

She knocks the white ball over the net. It's hardly a bad serve, but I was expecting something a little more forceful. I easily intercept the ball's path, slapping it back over to their side. I get ready to return the ball again until Misha tries running for it and falls forward, letting the sphere crater lazily into the hot sand.

“Ahhhh~, I tripped!”

...Fair enough. One point for Hisao.

I catch the volleyball Shizune throws to me and serve it to the other side. This time; Shizune attempts to intercept it, only to be pushed out of the way by Misha, who whiffs the return completely.

There's definitely something going on here. Even Misha isn't normally this clumsy.

The same situation occurs over and over until I'm winning 20 to 14, all 14 of their points scored by an incredibly frustrated Shizune. My heart stays perfectly in check, with me barely having to exert myself as the bubbly pink-haired girl on the other end of the net practically scores all of my points for me.

I serve the ball once more, prematurely reveling in my victory.

Except this time Misha leaps and spikes the ball straight into the sand.

20 to 15.

And again.

20 to 16.

…

20 to 17.

Misha has switched out of klutz mode and is now playing like a pro, slamming the ball into my side of the court each time it comes within her reach, giggling as she reads off the score.

It doesn't take long for realization to hit me like a truck. Oh you cruel, cruel girl.

After a few more futile rounds, the score evens out to a perfect 20-20. Shizune has caught up with Misha's shenanigans and allows her the final serve.

I run as hard as I can to intercept the impending impact, barely managing to knock the white sphere back over the net. Shizune steps in and returns my save, to which I do the same.

Before long, the duo has set up a perfect spike, with Misha running full force to deal the final blow. It would've worked too, had I not tripped.

My impact with the ground sends uncomfortable waves of pain through my chest, but it quickly becomes worth it as I notice the ball bouncing lazily through the sand on their side of the net.

21 to 20. I win. Fancy that.

Across the net, Shizune's face has entered an annoyed pout, her arms crossed. I walk under the net and over to Misha, offering to help her up.

“Well, looks like I win~.” I say with a grin.

“[Seems like we're paying for our own lunch today. What did you two agree on, anyway?]”

“[Nothing extravagant, just a little punishment game.]” I answer with a smile.

Misha looks at me with a cute pout while Shizune silently laughs.

“[So, where do you two want to go get lunch?]” Shizune asks as her competitive grin wears off.

****************

“Don't think I'm not gonna use this for all its worth.”

Misha looks over to me, still pouting over her failed attempt at what basically amounts to hustling.

“Hicchan, what do you plan on doing?”

“It's Sunday, and I've been given 24 hours of rule-free access. A~ny~thing~I~want~.” I reply with a mischievous smirk.

Her own face curls up into the same naughty smile as she runs ahead and turns around, that bikini top hardly providing enough support to keep her prized chest from taunting me.

“Well, Hicchan~, I'm okay with that!”

What.

“Just remember, it's no fun if you don't work for it~! Wahahaha~!”

She laughs a bit before turning around and walking next to Shizune.

I hang behind for a bit, admiring the view of Misha's and Shizune's hips swaying tantalizingly in their tight bikini bottoms. After what feels like a solid minute of this inappropriate staring, the gentleman in me wrests control of my brain from my lower half and speeds up to join them.

“[I haven't been here in years, but it was really nice last time. Quite cheap too!]” Shizune signs triumphantly as we approach an open cafe on the side of the beach – a small wooden sign affixed with a yellow lemon adorning the front.

We're guided to a table and seated, our orders taken by a purple-haired girl in a t-shirt.

“What do you have planned for today, Shicchan?”

“[Nothing special. Just a day at the beach.]”

More of the former student-council girls in their swimsuits, plus the standing challenge from Misha – oh what a day this is going to be.

We enjoy our food in silence as usual. My imagination goes wild thinking of all the possible things I could do during the suspension of those arbitrary rules. Misha looks over at me every so often, sticking her tongue out cutely as if to egg me along.

We pay for the meal individually and walk back across the scalding beach, my eyes unable to keep from wandering with the two particularly well-endowed girls on either side of me.

After the hour-long walk, I trudge one again into the summer house, falling down into my place on the sofa whilst Shizune and Misha plop down on the floor. The heat has certainly picked up, and a lack of any sort of air flow has turned the room into an oven.

Misha fans herself with a magazine while Shizune removes her shirt and throws it to the side, exposing her sizable cleavage.

Oh the joys of summer youth.

After a few minutes of hoping that the heat will simply saunter off, Shizune has an epiphany and starts looking around the house, eventually returning with a small box fan.

 Her short and trim hair dances lazily in the wind as she turns the dial up as far as it will go, her glasses removed and hanging from her bikini top.

“Wah, you get the fan all to yourself? That's no fair, Shicchan~!”

“[Life isn't fair.]”

Misha crawls over and nestles up next to Shizune before turning over and flopping down on her back, her breasts jiggling flirtatiously as she tries to find a comfortable position on the floor.

Like always, my eyes can't help but gloss over Misha's body, admiring her smooth thighs and those wide hips that tuck into a skinny waist, all the way up to her sizable chest.

However, the image in front of me is only made better by Shizune's presence, her equally large breasts resting inside of her tight, navy-blue bikini top. Her overall form manages to be even slimmer than her bubbly companion's, making her round and well-developed assets all the more appeasing.

I've always known that Shizune's body was amazing, but I've never truly felt sexual attraction to her until now. She's always been an ideal of mine, someone to look up to – seeing her like this hardly keeps my mind morally sound. The wonders of the hourglass figure, I suppose.

Now that I think about it, when did I become this perverted? Was I always like this, only to have it awakened by the two bouncy girls fighting over the fan?

I roll over onto my back and stare at the ceiling, trying to ignore the sweat collecting across my body.

Now that I think about it, how am I going to take advantage of my unlimited access to Misha's body? I could just go down there and have my way with her now, but I highly highly doubt Shizune would be okay with that.

Speaking of which, how am I even going to get Misha away from Shizune? It's entirely possible that she'll simply cling to Shizune the entire time, giving me no opportunities at all. The degree of her teasing certainly extends into that far.

“Why don't we just go back out to the beach instead of laying around and roasting in here?” Misha moans, interrupting my thought process.

Perfectly sound logic, for once. Shizune nods her head in agreement.

******

Once again, I'm treated to an afternoon of laying around bored as my imagination goes wild, hardly able to keep calm after the three solid hours of playful teasing Misha just put me through.

Although, honestly, I don't think I'll be forgetting about the sight of Shizune's bare chest for a while, as funny as it was to watch Misha get clocked after snatching her top. I almost wanted to give her a high-five.

“That was fun~, we should've been doing this all along!”

“[Only if you keep your hands to yourself next time.]”

The amazing irony makes me burst into laughter.

Misha laughs as she recounts the day's events out loud, paying no mind to me as I grab my bag and head into the bathroom to wash the saltwater off of my body.

The shower alone is almost as roomy as the kitchen, with a pretty large bathtub to go with it. It's no wonder I scoff every time Shizune insists that her family isn't rich.

The warmth of running water is a nice change, and I take all the time in the world relaxing under the shower-head. I almost fall asleep until the sound of someone walking into the bathroom brings me to full alert.

Before I can even turn around to check who's wandered in, I'm welcomed to a pair of arms wrapping around my waist, a familiar softness pressed against my back.

“Misha, what are you doing?”

“It's Sunday, Hicchan~! Did you think I'd back out just because I lost that wager?”

“Well yeah, you've been dangling it over my head ever since this morning.”

“Silly Hicchan, you know I enjoy this just as much as you do~!”

“Oh really now?”

As usual, I act meek and reserved to her antics, but I'm almost certain that another part of me would jump for joy were it not attached.

I turn around as she lets go of my waist, looking her up and down. She's still in that plaid bikini, the strings keeping it tied on hanging vulnerably. Spending all day in the water has reduced her hair to a messily wavy state, which turns me on far more than it has any right to.

Her soft hands grip my sides as she nudges me against the wall.

“So, Hicchan, what now?” she asks seductively.

Her lips press against the long scar on my chest, sending warm shivers throughout my torso.

“I don't know Misha, what do you think we should do?” I ask as I wrap my arms around her meager shoulders.

She giggles, apparently okay with my forceful embrace.

“Mmm, I'm not sure Hisao. There's so many possibilities~...”

If there is any girl that knows how to get me going, it's Misha in this tempting mood.

“Well surely we can afford to take it a bit slower this time, eh?”

I peck her on the forehead, reveling in the unbridled freedom I've been allowed.

“Oh Hicchan~. Aren't you glad I told you to wait?”

I pull her closer to myself, her giggles reassuring me as I lean in and kiss her.

Surprisingly, she accepts my embrace and wraps her arms around my waist, her lips settling into mine. Our kiss lasts for what feels like forever before she pulls away, breathing heavily.

“So I guess I'm good enough now?” I ask jokingly.

“More than enough~.” Misha coos.

Her response makes me blush heavily, but I can't help but feel a little bit guilty.

“Are you sure we should be doing this? I mean, what about-”

She cuts me off before I can finish.

“Hicchan, I care for you and Shicchan in different ways, but I still love both of you. Stop worrying so much.”

I always thought of that cliched 'butterflies in my stomach' feeling as romanticized crap, but I guess Misha's acceptance of me was more than enough to prove that wrong.

She takes a step back and looks down, flustered as the tip of her finger traces the contours of my belly.

“More importantly...what are we going to do about that?”

A certain part of me responds to her touch – fully erect as is par for the course in a situation like this. Her finger slides down and gently rubs that super-sensitive spot just below the tip, giggling cutely as I groan, trying to keep my entire body from simply giving out and flopping down on the floor.

She takes my entire shaft into her soft hand, gently stroking its length as she whispers into my ear.

“See, Hicchan~? Doesn't it feel so much better knowing that you've worked so hard and waited so long?”

Her hot breath sends goosebumps all through my body as it hits my ear. All I can do is nod my head while she caresses me, one warm hand stroking up and down as her other rubs my chest. I lean in to kiss her once more, my eyes closing in bliss as she accepts and reciprocates. She lovingly embraces me in multiple ways before winking and dropping to her knees.

Oh god.

Her right keeps with its soft rhythm, while her left reaches up and gently caresses my balls, her slender fingers rubbing all of the right places. Misha's face is plastered with a naughty smile as she looks up into my eyes, my lower half mere inches from her lips.

“Misha, why are you so good at this?!” I manage to hiss out between ecstasy-filled groans.

She simply giggles happily and continues pleasuring my lower half with her incredible hands, sending chills up my spine. I can't help but tilt my head back in pleasure, almost losing control and sliding down to the floor before a different sensation wakes me up.

It's warm, but it's not her fingers. It's different – it bends, it slides around, it-

My brain is completely overcome by pleasure as the tip is taken into an even warmer place, my privates quivering as something slathers across its length.

It takes all of my control to look down and see myself sliding in and out of her soft lips, her gentle tongue fellating me inside of her mouth.

“Misha, what are y- nnnn”

I can't help but groan as she sucks fervently, her velvety tongue massaging the underside inside of her mouth as her head bobs up and down. Cute moans and light slurps saunter out of her throat each time she takes it deeper, driving me positively insane.

Her gently hands grip my thighs, eyes closed as she makes out with the area between my hips. It's not surprising that I don't even have a fair chance to warn her before I arrive inside of her mouth.

“Misha, it's okay, the drain is right there.”

Bits of the sticky white fluid drip off of her lips, my words falling on deaf ears as she struggles to swallow the load of seed. I can't help but shakily lower my body to the floor as she downs the entire load, winking before turning around and sitting in my lap.

“I'm not going to lie, that was the best thing I've ever felt in my life.”

She deserves nothing but praise after something like that, and I'm not nearly prideful enough to deny it from her.

“I'm glad you enjoyed my mouth, Hicchan~! Now you get to return the favor~!”

What.

“Just do whatever you want, I know you've been waiting for this~.”

Is she...Is she asking me to do whatever I want? For real?

I guess this is the night all of my dreams come true.

“Whatever I want, eh?”

That plaid bikini still hugs her voluptuous figure. I reach up with tired hands and take the two dainty strings around her neck into my fingers, delicately pulling them and heaving a sigh of relief as they slide apart without resistance. Misha giggles as I take the second pair of strings on her back and untie them as well,  her amazing breasts jiggling as her top unravels and falls to the floor.

I've seem them plenty of times before, but somehow, they're more enticing than ever. I hardly spare any time taking them into my hands, squeezing them softly.

They ARE like warm bags of sand!

Misha moans in the cutest ways imaginable as I fondle her chest, savoring their texture as they fill the gaps between my fingers. I gradually work my way inwards, taking her perky nipples between my thumb and index fingers, gently massaging them before pinching them softly.

“How long have you wanted to do this?”

I think for a second before answering. “Since I first laid eyes on you?”

She giggles as I lean in and kiss her neck, leaving small pock marks with each lust-filled suckle.

I spend what feels like an eternity ravaging Misha's generously endowed chest before she finally grabs my right wrist and pulls it downwards.

Oh dear.

My hand slides into her bikini bottoms and slowly rubs the warmth between her legs.

“Mmm~...”

I gradually grow more confident as Misha bites her lip and moans more lavishly. It isn't long before her bikini bottoms lie in a small pile with her top off to the side, leaving her completely nude. I circle the tip of my index finger around what feels like a small nub before pushing the entire digit deeper into her privates, savoring her reaction as she squirms around in my embrace.

My finger slides gently massages the warm, wet skin inside of her privates. I assume that I'm doing well for my first time as Misha's head rears back, her arms raised and wrapped around my neck, trying to pull me in closer.

“Hicchannnnn~...”

I gradually push my middle finger in, rubbing every inch of her insides slowly but with vigor, deriving a strange satisfaction from hearing Misha's pleasure-filled coos. It isn't long before she's pleading for me to go in deeper and faster, to which I oblige.

I reach up and twist her nipple with my free hand, only driving her farther into ecstasy.

Her pleading moans devolve into labored breaths, my fingers working their way in and out of her dripping womanhood as best they can. After a few minutes of pleasuring her, Misha lets out a long cry and droops backwards, her chest heaving up and down with her heavy panting.

“So I did good for my first time, right?' I ask her with a warm smile.

Instead of a response, she turns around and kisses me as hard as she can, almost knocking her forehead into mine. Hardly a disappointing reaction.

I wrap my arms around her waist, my lips almost settled into hers before she pulls away again.

“Hey, Hicchan. Can you run the bath?”

“I don't see why not.” I say as I stand up and pace over to the large bathtub, leaving Misha resting against the wall. Nothing better than relaxing in the afterglow, I guess.

It takes less than five minutes for the tub to fill with hot water, allowing me step inside and sit down. My breath is taken away as I wave Misha over, admiring a certain place on her body as she raises her legs over the edge of the bathtub. The water level rises as her plump bottom settles into the water, her back resting against the other end of the tub. I chuckle inappropriately to myself as I notice her boobs floating in the water.

Drill-hair is nice, but I have to say that Misha with long, wavy hair beats out anything she could ever style it into.

...Although that drill-ponytail comes in at a very close second.

“So, Hi~cchan. Aren't you glad I made you wait?”

“It was frustrating getting to this point, but I have to say that you were certainly right...”

She giggles with triumph.

“See, Hicchan~, delayed gratification~!”

Calling this 'gratification' could easily be considered the understatement of the century.

I can't help but lay back against the wall of the tub, the hot water covering every inch of my body up to my neck. This has certainly been an amazing day. Waking up to her face, gawking at her bikini-clad figure, beating her at a game of volleyball, lazing around the house with her, and ultimately having our Sunday ritual, complete with her reciprocation of my feelings. There is no way today could get better.

“Hey, Hicchan~, you don't think we're done yet, do you?”

Or at least, I didn't think it could get better. My heart skips a beat.

“Huh?”

“You've got a day of free reign and you haven't thought of it yet?”

“Thought of what?”

I've already been completely satisfied for today, what more could I possibly w-

Oh god.

There is no way.

“Hicchan, I didn't think you were so innocent~! Wahahaha~! ”

“Misha, you can't possibly mean-”

“That's exactly what I mean, Hicchan~!”

Oh wow, where have I heard that before...

She stands up, the sight of her completely nude body dripping with water overloads my senses. Her pubic hair is nice and trimmed, although for some reason it's blonde instead of pink – although I don't waste much time contemplating this trivial detail as she slowly wades over and sits down on top of me, her quivering privates rubbing up against the shaft of my reinvigorated lower half.

“Hey Hicchan, rhetorical question!”

She pauses for a second, waiting for my reaction, but at the same time not caring about what I would have said had I decided to speak up.

“Are you sure you want to do this with a girl like me?”

Just can't hold back on the teasing can you? I love how easily she can make me smile at times like this.

“What do you think?” I say with a coy grin.

She giggles in a cuter, more girly way than usual.

“That's what I like to hear~!”

Her face closes in on mine and our lips lock as she positions herself above me, holding onto my shoulder with one hand while guiding my shaft into her womanhood with the other.

She grits her teeth painfully as my tip slowly penetrates inwards. I almost think of pulling out as a small whimper escapes her mouth, but relent in letting her take the lead as she continues lowering herself until finally every inch throbs inside of her, our hips almost touching. The walls of her insides tighten around me as if to keep anything from escaping, and I'm left in pain being unable to move.

We sit there for almost a solid minute before Misha lets out the breath she was holding and flops forward onto my shoulder, wrapping her arms around my neck in an attempt to pull her body closer to mine.

I almost ask if she wants to try again some other time, but her hands grip me tighter as her hips slowly but surely start to rise again. I wrap my arms around her waist, gently rubbing her back as I plunge into her. A gentle moan escapes her throat as she slides back down, the base of my shaft meeting her hips once more.

This slow pace continues for a while before Misha stops and sits up straight, propping herself up on my shoulders whilst breathing heavily.

“Hey, Hicchan~. Can we go faster yet?”

“Wait, what?! You're waiting on me?!”

“Well duh~, it stopped being painful past the first few seconds!”

I stare at her dumbfounded.

“You're on top, Misha. Go as wild as you want to.”

It was meant to be a bit of a sarcastic answer, but the facial expression that follows my statement can't be described as anything other than the most arousing look I have ever received from a living thing.

She pushes me back against the edge of the tub and places her hands on my belly as she starts to bounce up and down with more enthusiasm than ever, forcing a long groan out of my mouth. I can't help but grab onto her thighs as my shaft rapidly slides in and out of the silky region between her hips.

Misha's coos return to their same enjoyable level as she rocks back and forth on my pelvis, her back arched as she rides more and more anxiously. I find myself reaching up and grabbing one of her breasts as they jiggle with the flow, noting that the feeling of holding one in my palm is no less satisfying the second time. My other hand reaches past her hip and takes her supple buttock into its grip.

My sight wanders over her body, reveling in triumph as I savor every inch and curve of her gorgeous figure, all laid out in front of me. I can feel my hips moving on their own, bucking into her every time she plunges back downwards. Our privates rub past one another, creating a pleasurable sensation that outclasses anything we have ever done before this, her womanhood tightening around me as I wallow inside of her.

My mind spins as our moans blend into one another and echo off the tiled walls of the bathoom. I can tell that the water is keeping her from going as fast as she'd like, but the pace is more than enough to satisfy both of us, as indicated by Misha's pleasure-filled sighs rising higher in pitch the longer we go along. All of the stimulating noises push me over the edge, a pressure unlike any before it welling up inside of my genitals.

“Misha, I-”

“I know Hicchan, I'm about to too-”

I try as hard as I can to hold out, but to no avail. As if waiting for me to drop out first, she continues going as hard and as fast as she can. Our moans eclipse into one steady chorus as Misha reaches climax, causing me to erupt into her womanhood at the same time.

She lets go of my belly and flops forward while I remove my hands from her body and let them fall to my sides. We're left there in the afterglow, panting as Misha struggles to find enough strength to dismount my spent privates. In no time at all my lips find their way to hers once more, passionately kissing her, unable to think of anything else.

After a long while of sitting there, practically making out, Misha falls to my side and hugs me as tightly as she can. If not for her warmth, I would probably be freezing as I notice the water level in the tub sitting at only half its original volume.

“So, Hicchan, that was pretty good for our first time, mm?”

I simply heave a deep sigh of satisfaction in response, unable to think of any words strong enough to describe what we just did.

However, my face transitions from blissful to terrified as a certain thought pops into my head.

“It's okay, Hicchan. I've been taking birth control ever since our first experiment!”

Well, she certainly takes no time in reading my thoughts. But wait...

"Are you implying...”

“No, Hicchan, I still would've refused you every time before now. But you can't be too careful when dealing with men~!”

I can't help but laugh at her outrageous statement.

“So, what are we going to tell Shizune?” I ask blatantly.

“Nothing at all~!” Misha says triumphantly, her fist pumped into the air.

“That seems a little wrong. Don't you think you should-”

She places a finger over my mouth.

“We'll worry about that later, Hicchan. I just want to go to sleep now.”

I think of dragging the problem back out, but ultimately give up as she stands up and steps out of the tub, her curvaceous figure no less beautiful than it was before our loss of marital purity.

I can't help but stare gormlessly as she dries her smooth, creamy skin, wrapping her pink hair into a neat bundle before gingerly pulling a pair of pink panties, adorned with white and gold lace, out of a stack of clothes. The matching bra tightens around her well-endowed chest before she slips into a thin white tank top.

“I know I'm beautiful, but you've gotta stop gawking sometime~! Wahaha~!”

Her playful words snap some sense back into me. I get out of the tub and do the same, my stomach doing cartwheels as she plants a kiss on my lips, a pair of blue pajama shorts squeezing her delicately plump bottom.

After getting dressed, I pace out of the bathroom and flop down on the couch without a second thought, waving good night to Shizune as she walks back into her own room.

My eyes blink shut, my mind almost lost in rest until a small puff of warm air graces my ear.

“Sex is pretty tiring, mm? Wahaha~.”

She pulls the thin blanket over me before skipping back to her own room, the feeling of her soft breath still vibrantly comforting my mind as I'm lulled into rest. She isn't the least bit wrong, sex is pretty exhausting. My body completely lacks energy after today's events, our time in the bathtub draining what would have been left after the day at the b-

...

Wait...

You don't think Kenji was actually just...?

...Nah.