Shuichi Saihara swallowed hard, because he checked the clock for about the twelfth time, and once again confirmed that it was almost noon. Since it was almost noon, that meant that Miu Iruma was due to arrive any moment now.

12 o'clock, on the dot…

He was nervous. He was always nervous when she showed up. Even if they went and had their fun, and even when she told him exactly when she would be showing up next, there was still a pit in Saihara's stomach regarding the entire arrangement. A creeping anxiousness that wormed its way into his bones whenever he thought about it for too long.

I wonder the real reason why she's doing this…

It started a couple weeks ago. He had made an effort to connect with Iruma to try and get to know his fellow classmate. He thought it pertinent to understand the thoughts and feelings of those around him. As an aspiring detective, there was little more important to him than forming connections early, lest he need them later. The academy was nothing if not ostentatious; grandiose, theatrical. Everything had to be spectacle and show, for the outside world to gawk at and wonder aloud about. It was, after all, an academy for the elite. The Ultimates.

Shuichi Saihara had found that his tenure at the academy insofar had been nothing but an ultimate disaster. That was to say, it was entirely unimpressive. It was normal, and normal was boring.

It was a rainy day when he met Miu Iruma, and Miu Iruma was anything but normal. She was anything but boring. She was impressive from the word Go. Maybe if she had elected to not use a jetpack outside during a storm, then maybe she wouldn't have barreled right into Saihara, and then maybe they wouldn't have become friends at all. She certainly wouldn't be on her way in this very moment to suck his dick - that's for sure.

A sudden knock-knock-knock tore him from his thoughts, and he nearly jumped at the sound. Clearing his throat, Saihara opened the door - and who was standing in the doorway with a wicked smile if not Miu Iruma herself?

"Yo," she greeted him, and her smile nearly doubled. "You didn't jerk off this week, right?"

"M-Miu!" Saihara's eyes went wide, and he put his hands up defensively. "D-Don't say that kind of stuff out loud! What's wrong with you?"

She let herself in with an amused snicker, tossing her bag carelessly to the side. "The academy nurses are still trying to figure that one out. Pretty sure they don't like me, can you imagine?"

"I can't imagine," Saihara lied.

Miu sighed with relief as she sat down at the edge of Saihara's bed with an audible pomf. Leaning on her palms behind her, Miu brought her legs upward, pouting expectantly at her obedient fuck-buddy. "Help me get these off, will you?"

"At least let me close the door! Sheesh…"

He does exactly that, before turning around to look at Miu. She kept the expectant look on her face, waving her foot in his direction, waiting for him to start undressing her. Just like he always did. From then on, the method of communication would shift. Their bodies would be doing most of the talking.

"So, uh… how was your day?" he asked her.

"It was shit," she answered immediately, "that's why I'm here. You know you're my favorite method of stress relief, so stop wasting my time! I have a project I'm working on, you know… I'll have to get back to it after this!"

Saihara sigh-hara'd; he fell to his knees in front of Miu and got to work unlacing her boots. "So I'm just a break for you, right? An in-between stop?"

"Don't act so surprised!" Miu leaned closer to her sensitive classmate, and she jabbed his forehead with her pointer finger. "That's what we agreed on, isn't it? I come here for a good fuck, and you let me in for the same reason! I'm happy and calm for the rest of the day, and you're… I don't know! Don't you like it when I suck your cock?"

"W-Well sure," Saihara started, "but I-"

"Don't you like it when I stop by? When I take all that hot and gooey stress down my throat…?"

"Ahhh…" Shuichi blushed, not having expected Miu to start talking about it like she was. She grinned darkly; she knew exactly what she was doing to him with her words. She knew exactly how to wind him up, and get him started.

"Finish getting my boots off," she commanded him, "and I'll do more than just talk about it, dumbass."

Shuichi swallowed hard, yet heeded her instruction. In a moment Miu's shoes were off, leaving her in pale white socks. She wiggled her toes in front of Shuichi, studying his reaction. As expected, Shuichi smiled nervously, and he blushed even harder from Miu's teasing.

"I should give you a footjob one day," she said offhandedly, "but you have to EARN that privilege, Poo-ichi."

"S-So I can use your mouth just fine?"

"I told you! This is supposed to help me relax. Now stop stalling and let's switch places."

And that's exactly what happens. Shuichi goes from kneeling on the floor in front of Miu, to sitting on the edge of the dorm bed. Now she's the one on her knees - and Miu doesn't shy away at the sudden position change. She stays close to Shuichi, resting her pert ass on her heels, waiting like an expectant puppy for a treat. One that Shuichi can't dig out of his pants fast enough. The sight of Miu like this was ridiculously arousing for him. Someone like an Ultimate Inventor, a "gorgeous girl genius" (in her own words), debasing herself like this… it was certainly more than enough to distract a young man like Shuichi from life's hardships.

In just a moment he's got his pants around his ankles and his rock-hard cock poking out from the hole in his boxers. Miu scoots even closer at the sight - and scent - of such a thing. She's smiling predatorily when she's got her face right in front of Shuichi's dick. Just like how she was smiling when she saw it for the very first time.

"There we go," she said, "finally. Little guy's awake and ready to go!"

"L-Little guy?!" Shuichi frowned with embarrassment, keeping his blush. "What do you mean by that?"

Rather than answer him, Miu decides instead to lean in and plant a kiss on the tip of Shuichi's cock. She smiled as she did so, and Shuichi's cock twitched from the act. A twitch that Miu could feel on her lips. A hard throb. He wanted her, and they both knew it, of course. This wasn't the first time that she had done this to him, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

He cursed under his breath. She wasted no further time.

Miu took Shuichi's cock into her mouth suddenly, deepthroating him with ease. The quickness of her pace made Shuichi gasp all of a sudden, and he keeled over with his hands on Miu's head.

"O-Ohhh!" His eyes went wide. The rush of pleasure was as immediate as it was euphoric. He didn't expect Miu to simply engulf him like that. Yet here she was, right there in his dorm room, sucking his cock like a woman possessed. Feeling Shuichi's thick length slide down her throat.

With her hands on Shuichi's thighs, she moved her head up and down with assuring speed. Like she was determined to milk him as soon as possible - like she didn't want to wait a single second longer. She was making him fuck her face.

If Shuichi had found heaven, then heaven was the inside of Miu Iruma's throat. There was nothing more pleasurable that he knew. Ever since she first started doing this for him, he found himself thinking about it more often than not. Fantasizing about the next time that he would be spearing the inside of his classmate's mouth with his thick, hard cock.

"Mmmm… mmmmfff…"

Miu continued her work, smiling as she sucked Shuichi's dick. Her eyes had drifted closed; she looked happy to be doing this. When her lips were wrapped around him for long enough, it was almost like she entered a zen-like state. Like she was truly concentrating on something for more than a few minutes, and not finding distractions left and right.

It was hard not to think about the possibility of taking things further with Miu. She'd hinted such things before, but she always left as soon as she was done fellating him.

Shuichi muttered another curse. The pleasure in his core was getting stronger; he was getting closer, already, to his peak. Reflexively, he started patting Miu's head, urging her to go faster. To please go faster. And go faster, she did.

The "gorgeous girl genius" continued sucking Shuichi's cock, rubbing his thighs tenderly while she bobbed her head up and down on his lap. Letting his quiet moans of pleasure be the melody that inspires her to press forward. Her eyes drifted open, gently, and she looked up at him with her mouth full. Winking at him, adoring the expression of lust and embarrassment painted all over his features. She could feel from his twitching cock that he was close - and that was fine by her, because it meant that she was going to be enjoying her warm and gooey drink. Anytime now…

"M-Miu…" Shuichi gasped, trying to keep his voice down.

"Mmmm?" Her moan was inquisitive.

"I-I'm close…"

"Mm-hmmm…"

"R-REALLY close…!"

"Mmmmm~"

She took her mouth off of Shuichi's cock and started stroking him, rhythmically, looking up at him from her spot on the floor of his dorm room.

"You wanna finish down my throat, huh?" she asked him.

"Yes…!" Shuichi panted softly, clutching the bed sheet beneath him to try and hold out a little longer.

"You know," Miu remarked, "maybe one day, I'll let you have a taste of the real thing…"

"The r-real thing?" Shuichi asked, biting his lip.

"Yeah," she told him, "maybe one day I'll let you fuck me for real. Right here, on your bed. Take your virgin—"

"Hhhaaahhh!" Shuichi moaned out from the sudden rush of pleasure. He couldn't stop himself from reaching his orgasm. He was going to cum RIGHT NOW, and he couldn't even warn Miu properly beforehand! A sudden throb of his cock is all the signal she gets, and she can feel it with her fingers wrapped around his shaft so snugly.

A thick string of cum erupts from the tip of Saihara's cock, and it splatters right against Miu's surprised face. She gasps from the quickness of his shot, and starts to giggle as the next fews strings of cum splash against her cheek and nose, laughing haughtily, arrogantly, like he had somehow done something wrong. Yet before she could announce anything more, she wrapped her lips around Saihara's cock to make sure the rest of his cum went right where it was supposed to: in her mouth, splashing against her teeth and gums and tongue. Then, down her throat.

Shuichi arched his back and put his hand over his mouth. He could hear other students outside of his dorm room walls, and he didn't want his loud moaning to give away what was happening in here. He'd never hear the end of it, if he was ever caught in the act. Perhaps that's also what helped to make these meetings with Miu so fun. It was risky. It was daring, and it was completely unlike him.

She's still sucking me…!

Shuichi's eyes went wide as saucers, and he put his hands on Miu's head to try and pry her off of his cock. Like a leech, she just kept going and going, bobbing her head up and down, back and forth, despite having drained the stress right out of him using that very same mouth.

"M-Miu…! E-Enough…! Calm down…!" He had somehow managed to say that - despite most of the breath having left his body. Most of the breath, and all of his spunk.

With a satisfying pop!, Miu let Shuichi's cock fall from her mouth. She gulped audibly, and then sighed with an immense relief - just like she always did.

"Ahaaaa~! Wow, that really hit the spot!" She reached up with a finger to wipe the cum from her lips and cheek, closing her eyes as she did so. "And speaking of hitting the spot… you really were a quickshot this time, huh? Bahahaha!"

"Miu…" Shuichi grumbled something under his breath, blushing madly from what they'd just done. "Y-Your dirty-talking got me too excited. I'm sorry I, uhh…"

"Jeez, Poo-ichi, you're so hopeless," Miu teased. "You just BLASTED a hot load down my throat - even got some on my face - and all you can do is apologize?" She licked her lips again, blushing a little bit herself. "Fuck, do you have a mirror or something? I need to check my hair and face before I go out…"

"Just the one in the bathroom," Shuichi told her.

"Perfect. I gotta take a shit, too."

Shuichi sighed, shaking his head in disbelief. Only ten minutes after Miu had entered the dorm bathroom, she stepped out looking as though nothing had transpired between the two of them. She was smiling wickedly, tapping away at her electronic watch.

"Alright, we beat par time," she announced.

Shuichi blinked. "Par… time?"

"Don't worry about it. It just means I have more time to work on my shit! I'm kinda glad you're such a quickshot, you know? Quickshot Shuichi! I should make that your new name in my contact list."

"Please don't."

Keeping her smile, Miu stopped at the door and waited for Shuichi to check for anyone lingering nearby. To his relief, the hallway was empty.

"The coast is clear," he told Miu, "so, you can leave now… if you really want to."

"You sound disappointed! Gonna miss my ass, huh? You can stare at it while I walk off," she teased, before reaching up to pat Shuichi over his head. "Anyway… um, thanks for letting me come over and suck your dick. I'm really gonna be able to focus on my shit now. And I bet you're happy as a virgin finding his first porno mag, huh?"

Shuichi smiled a wobbly smile. "You know… um… even if it was an accident, that was the first time I ever… you know. Got some on your face," he dared to say.

"Yeah, it surprised me. I just had to laugh. It felt good. Warm, gooey, you know. But I like it down my throat."

"I deduced that," he told her. He watched Miu tilt her head in thought, with her finger on her cheek.

"Maybe next time you can do…" She trailed off.

"Do… what? Do what?"

"Hmm?"

"You said, 'next time I can do', and then you stopped. What did you want to do next time?"

"Oh, don't worry about it, Quickshot Shuichi! I'm just thinking that I've been sucking your cock for a couple of weeks now, and maybe we should mix it up a little bit." Miu watched his eyes light up, grinning at the sight of his sudden animation. "As for what we end up doing… you let me think about that."

"Fine…" Shuichi ran a hand through his dark hair, clearing his throat. "So, um… alright. Bye, Miu. Have a good rest of your day."

"Yeah yeah. Don't tell me what to do."

And with that, Miu slipped out of Shuichi's dorm room and walked off like she owned the place. She could hear Shuichi close and lock the door as she went off, thinking about their time together. Thinking about the taste of Shuichi's cock and cum. The effect that he had on her. It was enough to make her shake her head and smile, as she made the trip back.

She sighed. "Dumbass…"