Misha Scene Extra - Necktie

“Mmmmm, what's the matter, Hicchan~?”

The voice is sweet, but at the same time sinister. He lightly struggles against the necktie keeping his arms steady,  keeping his feet planted on the ground from the chair he rests in. “Nothing much, just wondering what I've gotten myself into.”

“Oh c'mon Hicchan, it won't be that bad~!” She returns, giggling to herself before plopping another strawberry into her mouth, letting it linger between her lips and setting the tip into a dish alongside a stack of fresh fruit. “You have to accept your punishment, though~.”

'Ah, right, punishment.' He thought to himself, brow narrowing at the idea of such a thing. This was the result of a lost bet. It was a simple enough wager; whoever could finish enough work in the stead of the ill-and-absent student council present could impose a punishment game on the other person.

'I just wanna see what it'd be like~!' She said upon counting the last form, that grin sitting on her lips as she let out a bellowing laugh. The terms of this punishment have yet to have been made particularly clear, however; so far, she just seems to want to tie him up and eat food in front of him, no doubt a taunt at the fact that Hisao skipped lunch to finish more tasks and yet still fell behind.

“Do you want some?” She asks with a mischievous smile, an apple slice frozen between her fingers as the sound of Hisao's stomach growling floats through the air.

Against his better judgment, he nods his head, immediately regretting the decision as Misha strides over to him from the desk. “Open wide then~!”

She lightly scratches his chin with a trimmed nail, grinning from ear to ear as he obeys each command and takes a bite of the apple slice into his mouth. A glare is fired at the girl delivering such a treatment, although nothing seems to shake her bubbly demeanor as she motions for him to chew.

“Would you like another?” Misha chimes as soon as he swallows, his senses still lingering on the taste.

He lets out a long sigh, preparing himself for a lengthy punishment. “Sure, why not.”

“Say please~.”

“Please.”

“Say please with sugar on top~.”

“Please with...sugar on top.”

“Say 'mama Micchan will you please feed me more delicious things~.'”

“Mama Mii...” The boy seethes before shaking his head and objecting. “I'm not saying that.”

The sound of a 'Wahaha~!' bursts into his ears, causing him to recoil in his seat as she takes the rest of the apple slice and pops it onto her tongue, still giggling as she chews. “It was worth a try, hmhmhm~.”

“So, why are we doing this again?” Hisao asks, shifting back and forth in an attempt to find a more comfortable position on the wooden desk chair. “I understand the whole punishment game, but don't you think you're getting carried away here? You're acting more like Shizune.”

A moment of silence passes between the two as Misha mulls over her next words, that bouncy smile never escaping her features. “Wahaha~, is that so? That's what I was going for, Hicchan~!”

Without even waiting for the boy to give a surprised 'eh,' Misha pushes her food aside and begins dancing around the room, suddenly in an even more cheerful mood. “Shicchan and I talk about this kind of stuff all the time~! I've always wanted to try something like this with a guy~.”

Hisao's expression only becomes more confused as Misha drops to her knees in front of him. Not a word is uttered as she slowly undoes her necktie and lays it over his thigh, watching for his reaction before letting out another loud laugh. “C'mon, Hicchan, it'll be fun~.”

“Don't you think that's kind of small on you?” Hisao asks after much deliberation, all while trying to maintain his composure as the girl in front of him undoes each individual button of her shirt. Misha savors each and every moment, soaking up his attention as she peels the white uniform shirt off of her smooth, creamy skin and bares the lacy fabric of her lime green bra.

She giggles, warm sensations tickling all of her senses as she basks in his sight, sizing her up with his eyes, lightly grunting as he struggles against the bond and then tries to hide it. “Wahaha~, I haven't had time to do laundry this week. This is all I had~!” She chimes, one hand trying to suppress her sizable bust while the other rests on his knee.

Unable to look away, he bites his lip, trying to restrain his thoughts. The undergarment was clearly too small for her full, voluptuous chest – her breasts lightly bulged out of the top each time she breathed in,  a fraction of her breasts even managing to squish out beneath the band. Each cup was adorned with frilly green lace of an ever-so-slightly darker shade than the rest, a tiny pink bow resting between the two bodacious bumps. On top of all that, it had to be at least two sizes too small; there isn't a doubt in the boy's mind that it would totally snap open if she were to arch her back even a tiny bit.

“Hmhmhm~, where are you looking, Hicchan~?” She asks, an innocent smile belying an alluring gaze, her lips a soft, plump mass of sex appeal sending shivers throughout the boy each time she so much as spoke a word. Goosebumps dance along his skin everywhere her lithe fingers roam, the voice in his head screaming for more as her palm works its way towards his thigh, albeit at a painfully slow pace.

She inches closer and closer, grinning as the boy opens his knees to give her more room. “How should I punish you, I wonder~...” She mutters as she explores more and more of his thigh, drifting within mere inches of the embodiment of his excitement but never getting close enough. He bites his lip in a mixture of anticipation and worry as she begins to undo his belt buckle, a curious gaze scrutinizing every inch of his lower half.

“Ooooh, I always knew you were the polka dots kind of guy~! Wahaha~!” She croons, her smile growing even wider as his face becomes a deep tint of crimson. Despite the quiet cries of resistance, however, his body follows each of her motions; jerking back and forth to help her remove his uniform pants. Any uncertainty leaves their actions as, without deliberation, his boxers soon follow.

He clenches his eyes shut in embarrassment as she observes him, tilting her head and trying to view it from every angle in pure curiosity – each twitch, throb, and other uncontrollable movement only serves to increase her fascination. “Ooooooh~, I've never seen one in person.” She says, her heart beginning to beat faster with the fervor of interest.

Misha bites her lip and locks eyes with him, certainly able to read into what he wants the most. She wastes no time in offering sweet relief, breaking from his gaze and allowing her lips to trail along his knee, exploring each facet of his exposed flesh.

“M-Misha... can you...” He sighs, clenching his eyes shut in desperation as she lingers around his thigh.

The tip of her tongue meets his skin, a tiny giggle dancing through the air as the words meet her ears. “Mmmm, can I what, Hicchan~?”

Hisao winces in resignation as she begins to lick up and down his thigh, his toes digging into the ground and his hips idly thrusting at the air as his body begins to take control in desperation. “Can you... lick... me...” He says, his voice trailing into what barely registers as a whisper the further along the statement he travels.

“Oooh, but I'm already licking you, Hicchan~!” She says, diving further and leaving a small trail of saliva along his inner thigh. “You're really tasty~.”

“I mean... it...my...” He adds, gasping as she gets even closer.

The treatment doesn't let up, only becoming more and more daring. “Mmmm~? Your what?”

“My...”

“Your what?” She says, unable to keep from giggling as he thrashes about in resistance for a moment. “You have to tell Micchan what you want, Hicchan~! I promise I won't judge.”

“I want you to... with your tongue... my... dick...”

He lets out another gasp as she gently bites his inner thigh, licking her lips and basking in the delight of the power she wields over him. “You~have~to~tell~Mi~chan~what~you~want~!”

The sound of teeth clenching and idle moaning escapes from Hisao as his body revolts against his restraints, his mind spinning in lust and desperation. “Misha... Micchan... please... lick... and suck... and... my penis.” He finally mutters, his entire body going limp in resignation.

“Wahaha~, all you had to do is ask~.” She croons, her warm breath gliding over his length as she sizes him up one last time, licking her lips in preparation. Her hands rest on his knees as she finally leans in, a cautious air about her as she winces at its smell. As if making sure that her decision is the right one, she finally reaches out with the very tip of her tongue and...

“Nnnnh.” Hisao moans, beads of sweat dripping down his features as he struggles to keep what little sanity he has left on its leash. Warm sensations dance up and down his lower half; prodding and exploring. A tiny giggle graces his ears each time he twitches, each lick more daring than the last. At first a few small pokes, and then she begins to let her tongue drift along the underside, and then a small lick.

All it takes is five minutes for a small stream of saliva and other fluids to begin trickling down the underside of his length, a long, satisfied moan escaping Hisao's throat as Misha slathers her tongue against him, up and down the sides, starting at the base and slooooooowly making her way up before wrapping around the tip and lightly sucking. “Misha, I think I'm... I'm gonna...”

It is then that the true punishment game begins. “Ooh, what are you gonna do, Hicchan~?” Misha says with excitement, pulling away from his lower half, twitching and on the edge of erupting.

“I'm... I'm...” His breathing quickens and he begins to struggle in the seat, wincing in a mixture of pain and desperation as he tries to lead himself back into the warm, soft confines of Misha's lips.

“Wahaha~, oooooooh, that~!” She says, trying to hold him steady as she leans in and kisses him. “I'm sorry, Hicchan, I didn't know~.”

His eyes jerk open in agony and he clenches his teeth, a grimace taking hold of his face as he glares at the girl in anguish.

“Awww, here, let me make it up to you~!” Misha adds, scooting in even closer than before. Beads of sweat gather on his forehead in excitement as she maneuvers herself up and around, trying to take him into her cleavage. “Mmm... it won't... fit....” She groans as she tries to guide him further, a small trail of saliva dripping from her lips and down between her sensuous mounds of warmth.

Hisao's toes dig into the ground and his head tilts back in ecstasy as her warmth squeezes him from all angles, a supple jiggle gliding through her cleavage with each forceful motion. An impressed giggles slithers through the air as, bit by bit, he slowly melts into her bust, just enough that he peeks out from between them. “Mmmmm, you're so warm~. How does it feel?”

A stream of jumbled moans drips from his lips as he attempts to speak and is cut off, his chest heaving and his shirt damp with sweat. His vision clouds and he winces in pleasure, all restraint and sense gone from his mind and he locks eyes with the girl.

She smiles in eagerness as he begins to mindlessly buck his hips against her, only able to move a fraction of an inch at a time. As if giving him total control to do as he pleases, she crosses her arms behind her back and perks out her chest as much as possible, only squeezing him tighter within the confines of her enticing bosom. Before long, he's managed to work himself into so much of a frenzy that he wildly thrusts in and out, up and down, poking out from between her breasts before being sucked back in.

He plants his heels firmly on the ground and uses it as leverage, trying to push even faster and harder as he's devoured by the girl's soft, succulent melons. “Misha...Misha...Misha...” Hisao moans over and over again, his breath growing even quicker and more labored as he draws closer to climax. Rather than denying him sweet release a second time, she meets his gaze and winks, blowing him a kiss and mouthing silent cheers.

It is then that he cries out in euphoria, all of the energy left in his body flooding out and erupting as he's sandwiched between Misha's erotic mounds. He tenses up and then relaxes as, in continuous bursts and gushes, he deposits himself onto her, going entirely limp as the sticky fluid oozes out from her cleavage and drips down from underneath.

“Awww, don't get my clothes dirty, Hicchan~...” She moans, allowing his spent length to slide out before unhooking her bra and freeing her sizely chest. A pout forms on her lips as she tries to rub the goop from the lace border of each cup, letting out a long groan when the result is made clear. Misha stands up and plants her hands on her hips, pushing out her chest and not caring for the strings of white dangling between her breasts and slowly flowing down her smooth belly.

“I think another punishment is in order~! Wahaha~!”