Disclaimer: Gotoubun no Hanayome doesn't belong to me, nor its characters.

Fuutarou moved back, and in his sudden panic, he searched his mind frantically for an excuse. Damn it, what the fuck was he thinking?! He would never do what he just did if he was thinking straight! Now he was caught and he didn't know what to do!

He thought of words that would somehow explain what he was doing, violating her personal space and touching her like this while she slept and why he was doing it. His mind, groping and desperate to be out of this situation, recalled something he had read in her sacred diary.

"I… I… I want to put it inside you," he said, doing his absolute best to keep himself from being nervous, but it was hard to stop himself from blushing. "and... breed you like the dumb bitch you are."

While he looked somehow serious on the outside, Fuutarou was having an outrage on the inside.

"What the hell did that even mean?" he asked himself, marveling at the total stupidity of his statement. He saw it in her diary, but it made no more sense now than when she'd refuse to join him and her sisters in studying.

If he had to be honest, he expected Nino to start screaming and kicking him now, most likely where the sun shines the most. Just to avoid that outcome, he withdrew even more, scooting back and away from her foot's optimal attack range. Even so, whatever reaction Nino would have, he was prepared to take it because Fuutarou knew that he deserved it.

But there were no screams, and her foot remained still and inoffensive.

Nino blinked, seemingly caught by surprise and looked suddenly uncertain. Of course she recognized the words that came out of his mouth. They were hers, and she wrote them down in her diary.

"You… want to…"

Fuutarou nodded. What else could he have meant by those words?

"...breed me like I'm a bitch?"

More nodding, although he blushed upon hearing those words again.

The fact that Nino was not already engaged in a full on struggle to strangle him with her own hands spoke volumes. Fuutarou couldn't meet her eyes, afraid that whatever resolve he had would crack and he'd end up kneeling on the floor, begging for her forgiveness. But the long pause that followed filled him with cold dread.

He fucked up.

No one had to tell him.

The truth was obvious even to the young man.

"You read my diary, didn't you?" Surprisingly, there was no anger in her tone. If anything, she had a hint of embarrassment.

Fuutarou decided that it was better to own up to what he'd done instead of beating around the bush. "I didn't mean to. I was just here to get something and I found it in your drawer. I… may have read a bit out of curiosity."

"A bit?" Nino raised a thin eyebrow, seeing the uncertain look in his eyes.

The young man cursed under his breath.

"…all of it."

Silence took over again, thick and heavy in the dim night.

Then, without warning, Nino kicked her blanket away and spread her legs, skin rustling quietly on the sheets. He could now see all the way up her body, still propped up on her elbows and now as open as a compass.

Apparently, she was only wearing an oversized long-sleeved shirt that looked more like a dress from afar. It was enough to cover her lower regions, but not enough to keep her panties from being seen if she spread her legs. Fuutarou only blushed harder, realizing that he was actually assaulting a half-naked girl a while ago.

"If you read it then you know what I want," she said quietly, a blush dusting her cheeks. "Never thought you'd have the balls. You really surprise me, Uesugi."

"I don't have the balls," Fuutarou thought. "You just caught me and now I'm trapped."

Nino lay all the way back on the bed again and parted her legs even further. When he didn't move, she lifted her head and glowered at him. "Well?"

She was inviting him. Maybe she still thought this was a dream — one of her fantasies that she had suddenly awakened to. It didn't really matter. What she wanted from him was clear, and Fuutarou couldn't deny he had developed something similar just from reading that diary and touching her body earlier. He always thought of Nino — and by extension, her sisters — as beautiful and attractive girls and as much as he tried to ignore his urges, he willingly listened to them now.

This was his chance. He couldn't run away to focus on studying this time. And he sensed, going by the strangely sincere look on her face, that disappointing Nino here was not an option either. Doing so would likely be the end of any sort of positive relationship which might develop between them before it even started. She might even do something that would ruin his relationship with her sisters as well.

He'd gotten into this on his own, and now he had to take responsibility on his own.

Her legs twitched and jerked together once again, though not enough to hide her white panties completely. They were so long that Fuutarou couldn't help his gaze wandering up and down the smooth thighs, slightly inward-turned knees, lean calves and slender, pretty feet.

"I swear, if this is just some kind of joke…" Nino's voice, carrying with it what sounded almost like fear along with the warning, made him realize that he had been totally frozen in place and staring at her. He needed to do something.

Gathering his courage, he crawled forward on the bed once more. As he did, Nino began reaching down for the bottom of her oversized shirt but Fuutarou grabbed her wrists and stopped her.

"Nino… are you sure?"

She frowned deeply. "How the fuck can you even ask that now? You read the diary."

Fuutarou shook his head and frowned as well, trying to clear a dozen clouded thoughts at once. "I know! I just—"

"Are you chickening out? What the hell did you come here for then, to just tell me to fucking study like what you always do?"

"No!" he snapped. "I… I just want to be sure. And I want to know that you're sure about this."

Nino showed him just how sure she was by pulling up her shirt, surprising the young man as she didn't wear a bra. As she threw it away, her chest came fully into view, the large mounds fully bare — bigger compared to what Fuutarou had always thought — and capped by hard little pink buds set in the middle of a faint areola. Fuutarou was enthralled, gazing longingly at the graceful, enticing, and perfect skin that belonged to the girl. There was so much about Nino here that he almost couldn't take her all in.

Did he really ignore this for so long? Was this really happening? Was the girl whom he thought had hated him really letting him do this? Maybe he was the one having a dream. But if that was the case, then he shouldn't have felt such uncertainty. It was always easy to know what to do in his dreams.

Suddenly overwhelmed, he tried to recall from memory what she'd written in the diary. Without using that as a guide, he would have been completely lost on what to do. He was a virgin and as such, he had no idea how this was supposed to work. Focusing solely on studies for the past few years didn't help either, and it only caused him to miss out on forming friendships with other people. It was the exact reason why he was struggling to get these quintuplets to study.

"Here goes nothing," he thought, crawling up over her, pinning her body with his own. He bent his head down, his eyes seeking her lips. Then, with only inches to go, Nino sent her hand out around the back of his head and drew him in without hesitation.

Their first kiss together involved their lips smashing together forcefully, showing how both teenagers had no idea how things work but wanted the same thing. Swiftly, Nino's tongue invaded his mouth, which just expressed how eager she was. Fuutarou was taken aback by this, uncertain about how he should respond, but his hands had no such problem.

Nearly outside his conscious control, he reached out and took her breasts under his palm, kneading them like he would a loaf of bread and massaging the tender nipples that capped them. Nino responded by moaning passionately into his mouth, but didn't break the kiss. Her other arm came up and wrapped around him, holding him close atop her body.

When their mouths finally separated, there was saliva dangling from their lips and they were both breathing hard, their heavy pants rising into the hot air.

"You're a horrible kisser, Uesugi," Nino whispered in his ear with a hint of smugness in her tone, as she released her grip on him.

He rolled his eyes. "You can't blame me for that. I've never done this before, as a matter of fact."

The redhead pursed her lips, looking up at him shyly. "Does that make me your first kiss?"

All he could do was nod, obviously embarrassed that he had to turn his gaze to the side.

Nino pulled him down and kissed him again, and even more hungrily than before, devouring him with her warm lips and wet slippery tongue, swirling it around his. Finally, Fuutarou began to do something after that, first imitating her worm-like motions and then improvising some of his own, parrying tongue with tongue and eventually pushing their battlefield into her mouth instead. She still tasted dry, which was likely because she just woke up. He couldn't help but wonder what a girl's mouth was truly like, but at least this taste was not entirely alien to him.

As they got carried away by the kissing, their bodies began eagerly squirming and rubbing together, arms reaching, hands groping and stroking skin wherever it could be found, legs rustling back and forth as they twisted together in young, hormonal passion.

Fuutarou continued to kiss until he ran out of breath. Using both hands on her bare shoulders, he pushed himself off her slightly and took a deep breath. Her face filled his vision, but the expression on it was like nothing he had ever seen on her before. She was… pleased? Content? Aroused? All at once?

"I lost hope that this would ever happen," Nino told him, her voice low and husky, so close to him her breath tickled his nose. "During that festival… I was going to figure out how to get your attention, but a lot of things happened at the same time… then you said you didn't want to be alone with me. I even let you have a look at me in skimpy clothes the other day. I really thought you would do something. But you never did…"

Fuutarou felt guilty, because if it hadn't been for the diary he still wouldn't have gotten it. If he hadn't intruded on her privacy, all these feelings she had would have gone unrequited, and even then if she hadn't caught him he wouldn't have been forced to make an excuse in a frantic attempt to save himself.

Then again, Nino wasn't the most honest of individuals, so it would've been a bigger issue if she continued to act weirdly around him without some kind of sign that this was what she wanted from him. If only she took the time to talk to him about this, then it would have made things a lot easier for them and they would have understood each other a lot sooner.

But she didn't need to know all that.

While he pondered over that issue, Nino's hands began fumbling with his sweater, looking for the hem, finding it and pulling it up. A surge of bravery shot through him as he felt her touch. He took her wrists and pulled them away.

"No," he said, his voice taking a serious turn. "I'm in charge, remember? Don't do anything unless I tell you to."

"You haven't done anything to prove you're in charge yet, baka-Uesugi." Her eyes brimmed with playful mischief, like she was daring him to make good on his words. "I can't give myself to a wimp. And I won't."

Fuutarou frowned for a moment. In her fantasies, Nino had written herself in the submissive role, and him in the dominant one. And while he didn't think he could fulfil that, maybe he could still try.

Years ago, he was a completely different person compared to the present; instead of the study-maniac and smartass Fuutarou who rarely gave a damn about other people, he acted more like a delinquent who never backed down from anything, and was willing to confront anyone who dared to mess with him. The assertiveness that Nino was referring to was already gone, but it's not like she knows about that.

Still, he'd gotten this far, so it made sense. As long as he follows everything that she's written in that diary, he wouldn't need to worry at all.

"Whatever happens here, tell me you won't hate me for it," Fuutarou told her. Diary or not, he needed that reassurance to be sure that he wasn't doing anything wrong, that this isn't something she can use against him.

Nino fixed her eyes on his, looking annoyed. "Idiot, I wrote the—"

"I know. Just promise me, alright?"

"Alright, fine." She sighed. "I promise." Her hands came up again, and this time he slapped them down.

"Stop," he said, answering the slightly confused look on her face. "Stay still. Alright?"

He expected that she would protest further — Nino was, from how he knew her, snobbish and would go ballistic if things didn't go her way — but she didn't. Instead, she pulled her hands back and lay there meek, silent, and almost completely naked, which quickly added to his growing arousal.

Fuutarou pushed himself up, letting his hands explore her breasts, cupping the swelling curves, which were the perfect size for his hands to hold and grasp. His fingers played across her engorged and stiff nipples, showing a certainty and experience he didn't possess. They, apparently, knew what to do, even if their owner didn't. Maybe it was primal instinct? Or perhaps an involuntary impulse?

Nino responded by arching her back, thrusting her breasts higher into the air for better display and manipulation and suppressing a moan, all while grinding herself pleasantly into the bed. Her tits were both large and sensitive, and the more Fuutarou kneaded and squeezed them, the more her facade crumbled. Her nipples throbbed with excitement, pulsating avidly under his fingertips, as a great deal of sensual noise began escaping her lips. The black-haired tutor continued his teasing for another minute before he straddled her, shifting his body to compensate for her motions.

By now, the rational part of his mind was completely ignored as Fuutarou kept his sole focus on the girl below him, as well as his actions. He was certain that she could feel his throbbing length, pressing into her insistently, giving a hint of what would surely follow.

Any doubts that he initially had about this whole thing was already thrown out of the window; if Nino had any doubts about what they were doing, she could have expressed them at any time. She could have told him to stop, and he'd follow through. But all she did was wriggle beneath his hands and moan softly, which meant that she really wanted this.

Since he wasn't really sure what else to do, Fuutarou contented himself with touching as much of her as he could. His hands roamed freely, moving from her breasts down her sides, then to her flat stomach, feeling the muscles contract as little quivering shivers ran through the slender body pinned under him.

"Looks like she likes this," he noted, and took advantage of this knowledge.

Taking a deep breath, Fuutarou separated himself from her and grabbed her hips firmly. This surprised the teen girl.

"What are you doing?" she barely had time to utter the question before Fuutarou flipped her over, leaving her lying on her stomach, face pressed into her pillow. "U-Uesugi?"

"There's something I've been wanting to do ever since," he told her. "Don't worry, you wrote about this in your diary."

That last reassurance seemed to take the tension from her. Nino relaxed, but it didn't last when Fuutarou slipped two fingers under the waistband of her panties, causing her to feel tense again.

Fuutarou took a deep breath, preparing himself to cross a line there would probably be no returning from. But deep down, now that he found himself enjoying all of this thus far and knowing that Nino felt the same, it would be downright ridiculous for him to stop now.

He wanted this, he could admit it to himself. Despite whatever lingering reservations he still held in his mind, deep down there was a feeling of satisfaction beyond mere arousal. Of course, he was aroused as well— how would he not be — but it all added up together and served to shield him from hesitating.

Nino, as she felt her panties being grabbed, she thrust up her backside into the air, practically offering it to him. Gathering his resolve, Fuutarou finally pulled them off her.

Two things became instantly apparent. First, rather surprisingly, was the discovery that Nino was completely shaved down there and it was now on full display for his eyes only. Of course, she mentioned that she shaved her pubic hair in the diary but assuming that that took place some time ago, he expected that she would at least have a small patch of hair down there. But there was nothing, which could only mean that she shaves her pussy on a regular basis.

Second was the unquestionable evidence that her lusciously-sculpted ass was a sight — that he considered himself insanely lucky to be able to see — to behold, and one that he won't forget anytime soon. Exposed and natural, the twin firm globes constituted a work of art, perfectly round and pert in a way only youth and fitness could mold, a thing of beauty to be ogled and appreciated.

Whether it's the result of her natural appearance or how she takes care of her body, Fuutarou didn't really care. All that mattered right now was that these massive lumps of skin and muscle were right before him, and he had something better in mind than just ogling and appreciating it.

The moment he moved his hand in and touched those round cheeks, the sensation of smooth warm flesh quickly overwhelmed him and he couldn't stop himself from groping and kneading them greedily while Nino purred, as he lost more of his temporary hesitation that had been bothering until now.

This was real, he had to force himself to think.

All of this was real.

He had groped Nino and squeezed her breasts, and she didn't do anything to stop him. And now, he was grabbing her ass, and she was liking it.

"Idiot, I know you like my ass," Nino declared with a playful smile, twisting her upper body so she could look at him more fully. "I can always tell when you are looking at it."

Fuutarou didn't know whether to correct her on that or not. Honestly, he couldn't recall a time when he looked at her rear with malicious intentions, so she must have mistaken his gaze for that when instead, he was actually figuring out a way to get her to trust him.

However, now that he had come face-to-face with Nino's ass, it was hard not to agree with her when faced with such alluring, girlish perfection. He had never been harder before, and it was getting more difficult for his rod to stay in its prison when this beautiful girl was offering herself to him.

After a few moments of letting his hands delight in her buttocks, he moved them back, then raised one above her cheeks.

"Come on, why did you sto—"

He swung his hand down hard.

*SMACK!*

The blow across her backside was strong enough to make the supple flesh ripple and the redheaded girl to cry out sharply. Both reactions were immensely satisfying to see, Fuutarou thought to himself.

"Owww…" Nino winced visibly. A scowl descended on her features, as she started to raise her voice. "H-Hey, what's the big idea?!"

"You said you don't want a wimp," he told her with a hint of smugness within the serious look that he bore. "Besides, isn't this also what you wanted?"

"Bah! You think a few slaps will make me—"

He swung his hand down again, harder this time.

*SMACK!*

Nino yelped, her hips bouncing off the bed from the force and thrusting her ass high again. Fuutarou took advantage of the returning momentum and delivered a third strike. By now his hand was warm, and thanks to the bright sunlight, he could clearly see Nino's precious bottom cheeks starting to color with a red imprint.

Another strike, eliciting another sharp cry from the proud girl, and more jiggling from her butt. With each blow, it seemed to rise higher again in helpless offering, just begging to be spanked over and over.

"Dammit, just who do you think you are to be hitting me like that?" Nino protested, but her outraged tone could not hide the flushed look on her face. She started to rise onto her arms, clutching the sheets under her. "Don't you know who I am?! You can't just slap me around, idiot!"

*SMACK!* *SMACK!* *SMACK!*

Those three strikes sent her crumbling helplessly back down onto the mattress, where she lay wincing and gasping, her poor lovely ass on fire from the stinging blows she'd just received.

"Oh, oh… ah… ahh…"

"This is for all the times you antagonized me," Fuutarou said. He was only somewhat serious since he didn't really hold her actions against her, but there was also truth in what he said.

"Only a pervert would think about spanking a girl's butt!" Nino threw back. Her feet swung wildly behind her as if the motion would somehow ease the stinging pain in her asscheeks. "H-How long have you been wanting to do this?"

He couldn't stop himself from grinning. "Ever since you spiked my drink," Fuutarou admitted.

"Then why the hell didn't you?" Nino twisted on the sheets, looking back at him with defiance in her eyes, ass and hips wiggling from side to side.

Fuutarou's answer came in the form of yet another hard spank and the thundering clap it produced.

"Owwww!" Nino whined.

Fuutarou's palm was hurting now, but it was more than worth it to see the haughty Nino Nakano bare-assed and spanked. If anyone deserved such harsh discipline, it was Nino.

Of course, that wasn't to say he meant to cause her real pain and furthermore, she was not restrained in any way so she could have hit him back and put an end to it whenever she wanted. She didn't do either of those things. As much as she protested, she made no effort to physically resist his punishment and even made it known that she wanted more through her movements. That was enough to let him know that he was on the right track.

"You've been a bad girl, Nino," Fuutarou said. Yep, he was starting to enjoy this maybe a little too much.

*SMACK!*

"I've been a bad girl!" Nino repeated, tightly clawing the sheets in her hands, her stinging ass swinging from side to side. "I… should be made to count…!"

"Count what?"

"The blows!" Nino hissed, feeling annoyed once again, with her pretty face as red as her rear. "Idiot!"

"Fine," Fuutarou agreed, as he thought about it for a brief moment. "I've honestly lost count already, so start at the beginning."

*SMACK!*

Nino jerked downwards and rubbed herself on the mattress. Her voice quivered with arousal and pain. "O-One…"

*SMACK!*

"T-T-Two…"

*SMACK!*

"Owww… t-three…"

*SMACK!* *SMACK!*

"Ahhhh…. four… ah, ah, five!"

By the time the count reached ten, Nino was having a lot of trouble getting the words out in between labored whimpers and gasps of pain; her whole body trembled like a leaf and her ass, now high and very red, resembled twin ripe tomatoes ready for picking. But even so, Fuutarou spotted the slick trail of glistening wetness leaking from her clean bald pussy and traveling down her thighs.

"Ah… F-Fuutarou…" Nino murmured quietly between heavy pants. She rolled her face on the pillow so he could get a good look at how flushed and flustered it was. Her loose hair spilled everywhere, framing her cheeks and her half-closed eyes were heavy with desire. "Do it. Take me. Put me to the sword like you said."

Even here and now, being filled with lust, harder than he'd ever been, Fuutarou Uesugi immediately recognized the gravity and significance of that request. Delivering just discipline for her past mistreatment of him was one thing, and sex was altogether different.

But Nino was completely serious about what she wanted. She even called him by his name, something that she had never done before and it honestly surprised him when she did. Plus, that was literally what he told her that he would do after she caught him in the act earlier. Going back on what he said would only result in something bad.

"If… that's what you really want—"

"Yes." Although she was visibly winded, Nino's one word response came before he could finish speaking, showing how eager she was. Down below, she'd already begun to stain the sheets with her warm honey.

"This is her fantasy," Fuutarou told himself. "And somehow, I'm making it come true. I can't just stop now and besides, I'd only be lying to myself if I said I didn't want this."

"Okay." He started to rise and reach for the hem of his sweater.

"H-Hold on!" Nino suddenly squeaked. Fuutarou froze in place and for a moment, he felt nervous that she would change her mind and call the whole thing off. "Are…Aren't you forgetting something?"

Mild confusion wrinkled Fuutarou's brow. "Like what?"

Nino sighed with exasperation.

"You can't just fuck me simply because I tell you to. That's not how this should work!" she said in a high-pitched tone full of outrage. "Surely there must be something you want me to do for you first. Think."

Fuutarou once again recalled the diary — he would have to put bookmarks on that thing judging by the way this whole situation was going — and if he had been embarrassed before, he felt even worse now.

"Oh, right. There was something about… uhm, making me ready with your mouth. Is that all right?"

Despite his uncertainty, Nino's mood improved, but in predictable fashion that didn't stop her from scolding him.

"Idiot, you almost gave it up for free. Don't do that, alright? Just don't. I want you to decide what we should do. If you let me boss you around… that's not any different from how we normally are. And I don't like how we normally are. This way is better. I'll show you."

Fuutarou watched the redheaded girl push herself up on her arms and turn towards him, folding her legs under her and settling her freshly-spanked crimson ass on her feet. Then she reached out a hand and gently stroked the front of his pants, where his erected penis formed a noticeable tent. She continued doing this for a few seconds before finally pulling his pants down to reveal his member.

He was not exceedingly large but neither was he ridiculously small, and he had no hair anywhere near his pubic region. Predictably, horny as any teen girl could be, Nino's eyes became fixed on his 8-inch staff that hearts could almost be seen in her eyes. She licked her lips hungrily, as her hand moved up. Fuutarou trembled and uttered a gasp when he felt her grip around his base, his neurons flooding with electricity at the touch.

But this was nothing compared with what followed.

Completely silent, her cheeks flushing pink with the rising shame and embarrassment of what she was about to do, Nino lowered her head and took his throbbing erection into her mouth.

"Ahhh …" Fuutarou felt like he was in heaven as her soft lips and warm mouth took more and more in, inch by inch slipping into her. She reached about halfway before pulling back, leaving the skin wet with saliva and tingling from this new sensation. As she returned to the top, Nino puckered her lips and planted a soft kiss against his cockhead. There were clear droplets of pre-cum already oozing from the tip, which the redhead licked up. The taste made her grimace.

"Ugh," Nino murmured. "It doesn't taste like what I thought."

Regardless, she kept going. She closed her eyes and ran her tongue slowly along the underside of his foreskin, which was already a very sensitive area. Then she tugged down with her hand so the skin tightened and caused his dick to become stiffer, much to her tongue's delight.

Nino licked him some more, like an eager cat lapping up fresh milk. Steady dribbles of slimy pre-cum, clear and salty, oozed from the tip as the shaft throbbed rhythmically in her soft hand. The lusty girl, who was never easily intimidated, dove in without hesitation. She welded those heavenly lips back upon his swollen, pulsating crown and descended once again, locked firmly on his girth. A little suction had Fuutarou moaning and grunting helplessly.

"Ha-Have you done this before…?" he asked, somehow finding his voice despite his moans. He wasn't sure how he'd feel about that question, but, for reasons he didn't quite understand, it seemed fitting that he should ask as a recipient of such attention. It just seemed strange that Nino seemed like she knew what to do while engaging in this act.

Even with her mouth kept at bay by his cock, Nino remarkably managed to shake her head furiously. That made the moment all the more special, at least in Fuutarou's case. He didn't know why, but he felt immensely satisfied and proud at being Nino's first blowjob. Her first cock, even.

Nino probably agreed that it was special — at least special enough for her to carry on.

Keeping one hand firmly around the base of his dick, the other now cupping his balls and squeezing them together, the second quint applied more suction and began bobbing her head gently, but picking up speed as she continued. Before long, the lewd wet noise of her sucking echoed in the room. Fuutarou placed both hands on her shoulders, not guiding her but just to feel as much as possible. She was still naked, so her big mounds bounced along with her efforts, her pink nipples throbbing and visibly hard with her barely-contained excitement.

Fuutarou Uesugi might be her first, but it seemed strange to even consider it given how she normally acted, but Nino Nakano was obviously a natural at sucking cocks. She was, if anything, too good.

"Nino, if you keep that up, I'll—"

He hardly needed saying it. Nino wordlessly removed her mouth from his cock with a loud popping sound, before wiping off the lingering strands of saliva and sticky pre-cum with the back of her hand. Fuutarou loved the look she gave him, highlighted by the way her cheeks flushed; her brows were drawn tight but her eyes shimmered with a mix of meek humiliation and daring sharpness, framed by her long hair.

"Right," she said, "I think that's about as ready as you're gonna get."

Well, Fuutarou didn't know he could ever be ready for something like what he was about to do. He was certainly as hard as he was going to get, though, thanks to her efforts. That had to count for something.

But now, he couldn't wait anymore.

"Turn around," he told her, his voice shifting from serious to deadly serious..

Nino blinked, surprised, but nonetheless did what he told her to, scooting on her knees and turning partially to face opposite him.

Fuutarou moved behind her and grabbed one of her ankles, pulling it firmly. Nino shifted her weight, allowing him to take her leg and do as he would.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Nino complained as Fuutarou dragged her lower body from the bed, letting her legs fall over the side. That left her with her knees barely touching the floor and bent over, ass out, her upper body and face still pressed to the mattress. Just like one of her fantasies. Just like how she wanted to be taken.

After he'd done that, Fuutarou halted for a moment, while shocked at his own reaction and sudden assertiveness. It wasn't too late for her to change her mind, and he felt she should have a chance. As much as he wanted to do this, what about Nino? This was something that, once done, neither of them could take back.

"Nino—"

"Fuutarou, if you pussy out now, I swear I will make your life a living hell," she snapped, no doubt sensing his hesitation. "What the fuck did you come into my room for if not this?"

Well, that was her answer, he supposed. There's no need to keep on beating around the bush if she was dead-set on doing this.

"Fine."

He took a deep breath, and sank to his knees behind her, drinking in the spectacle of her succulent butt. He pulled his pants all the way down and took them off completely, along with his sweater and shirt, because those things weren't needed.

Nino had turned her head to look back at him once more. Her eyes quivered with anticipation, wider and more eager than he had ever seen them. For a guy who only studies all the time, he didn't look like a toothpick when it came to his body figure and honestly, with a little bit of constant exercise, he may even bring out his muscles. Despite his claims about his family being poor, he certainly didn't look malnourished either.

Oh, if only he had blonde hair, then Fuutarou would fit all the things she wanted in a boy!

On the other hand, the young man couldn't believe that he was about to do this. Hell, he couldn't believe any of it was real, until now. He went here to take back something that belonged to him, came across a diary full of perversion instead, and ended up taking part in one of the fantasies there himself. But as much as it was Nino's fantasy, he could honestly say that part of it was his own now. After all the things he did to her body and after feeling the sensation of Nino's mouth around his cock, Fuutarou could no longer deny the obvious attraction he felt for the second quint.

He wanted her.

As he shuffled closer, his stiff member filled him with confidence. Holding it in his hand, he felt less like the study-freak and asocial person he was and more like the confident and brash man that he used to be.

"Fuutarou, please hurry!" By now, her voice was so husky that Nino sounded almost like a different person. Even that was not as shocking as the fact that she had never pleaded with him for anything before. But now, she was begging for his dick.

He couldn't help but want to tease her. Maybe he could do this to get her to start taking her studies seriously, but he put that thought at the back of his mind for now. Leaning closer, Fuutarou pressed the tip of his cock ever so gently to her sopping wet entrance.

"What is it that you want me to do, Nino?" he grinned arrogantly.

"Fuck me," she replied instantly, her voice a low whimper.

"I couldn't hear you." God, it felt so good saying that. Almost as good as it felt hearing her beg. Now he was beginning to understand what it felt like to tell this girl what to do and be in control. Sure, he was doing that during his attempts to make her join their tutoring sessions, but it wasn't as satisfying as this.

"Fuck me!" Nino cried, much louder this time. "Please fuck me! Pound my pussy! I'll hate you if you don't!"

A more experienced boy might have continued teasing her, maybe used his fingers or mouth to drive up her sexual arousal into a new level, toying with her body before delivering the final blow. But that wasn't in Fuutarou's mind right now. This was still his first time, and he didn't have the time for those… yet. Having her like this was already too much. She was too hot, too desperate and too willing. Plus, he felt so horny right now and his cock was itching to get started.

"Just push it in!" Nino pleaded.

Fuutarou grit his teeth. He gathered all his determination and threw the remaining doubt away from his mind. With one hand on his member to steady it and the other on the girl who was about to take his virginity, he inched forward, pressing his moist head into that heavenly pink sleeve. Nino's pussy parted, those meaty wet lips opening and the thin inner ones splitting as his cock speared through the warm and wet sheath within.

"UNNNNN...OHH!" Nino moaned long and hard, her body stiffening yet unable to resist the pleasurable intrusion. "Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh …"

For Fuutarou, it was even more pleasant. He gasped in pure sexual bliss as the warmth of Nino's cunt enveloped him from all sides, the muscular ribbed canal clenching and releasing like a hand on his girth. "Mmmmnnnn…"

Moving slowly, he pushed his hips forward, stuffing her with his dick as he felt her give way, her slimy cunt walls separating to accept his intruding head. It felt as though he were planting a flag, conquering some unknown territory and claiming it as his own. After the first couple of inches, however, she began to tighten as an orchestra of moans escaped from her lips. Her head dropped onto the bed. Her hands clenched into tight fists and her toes curled.

"Ahhhhh~ I can feel it," Nino cried between moans. "I can feel your dick going inside me!"

Fuutarou brought both hands up and wrapped around her narrow waist, getting a good grip on her. Then he began withdrawing, his length grinding on her cunt walls as he pulled up until only the head remained inside. Nino gasped in fear of him leaving her, then made a sharp squeak as he pushed his hips forward again. Her body tensed all at once, her swinging feet drumming wildly against the floor. She bit down on the bed to keep herself from crying louder than ever before.

Nino was tight… so, so tight. But the more he pressed on, the more her body opened, until finally he hit the rubbery opening of her cervix and effectively hit bottom. He was almost completely inside her, her wetness trickling down his shaft and reaching his dangling balls, her gripping pussy lips firmly sealed around his base. As they became used to the feeling — him of her tightness and her of being stuffed like a turkey — their pants and moans filled the room, chests and stomachs heaving for air.

"Does… Does it hurt?" Fuutarou asked. He had no idea what else to say at a time like his. Should he speak dirty phrases like in her fantasies or loud encouraging words for Nino because it's their first time? Being an asocial person didn't help him at all in making a decision!

"A little," Nino hissed. Her head was still down pressed to the sheets, but she turned slightly so she could look back at him. "How long do you think… you can last?"

"Who knows?" he retorted, shrugging his shoulders.

"Idiot," she cursed, before sending a hand down between the bed and her body, reaching for her pussy. Fuutarou couldn't see what it was doing down there, but he could imagine that she intended to rub herself while he fucked her. "Come on, you need to start moving."

"Okay." He tightened his grip on her waist, fingers digging into the soft warm flesh right above her hip bones. "Here I go, Nino."

"Less talking, more fucking!"

And more fucking was she got. Fuutarou pulled out, though not as far as before, then shoved himself back inside her again. When he reached her cervix, he repeated the motion, and then again, over and over. Her moans rose, matched by his grunts and the rhythmic slapping of his hips on her ass, meat against meat and body into body. At the same time, her hand came alive, rubbing her fingers in a circular motion at the very apex of her parted and leaking sex, where her hard clit stood proud like a tower of pleasure.

"Oh! Oh~! Oh, Fuutarou, ohhhh~~" her voice quivered, and she was barely able to manage two syllables before being forced to moan again. Her body slithered and arched, breasts pressed into the mattress, nipples scratching the sheets as she clawed at them with one hand and frantically rubbed herself with the other. Soon, even calling out his name was impossible, and her speech descended into endless sexual noises, "oohs" and "ahhs", whimpers, cries and moans.

Behind her, Fuutarou was much the same, with the only difference that his noises reflected not only the pleasure but also the effort that he was placing into each thrust. Loud grunts mixed with his winded moans, making him sound somewhat like a wild animal in heat — taking her like this, bent over and on her knees — he might as well have been. His cock pistoned in and out of her with growing ease, as she both opened up to him and became more heavily lubricated, and this in turn caused him to increase the pace of his movements. He smashed into her well-spanked backside with careless energy, and felt her pussy cling to him when he retreated only to ripple and convulse when he inevitably pushed forward again over and over. Gobs of juice now leaked from their joined sexes, dangling beneath them and dropping off to the floor.

Yet each thrust, as infinitely satisfying as it was, only brought Fuutarou closer to the inevitable conclusion. He'd been so wound up that barely three minutes into their session he felt the rising urge to release.

"Ah-Ah-Nino, I-I'm getting close!"

She replied something that was half moan and half growl, and her rubbing hand picked up speed, frantically trying to bring out her own orgasm before he finished. All the while she drove herself back into him, rising more and more from the bed, arching her back into a deep curve. Their bodies thus rippled together, joined but each seeking its own explosive relief, beaded with sweat and secretions in the midst of their animal heat.

Then suddenly, Fuutarou couldn't hold back anymore. He groaned as he shoved himself deep inside her, and, against any better judgement, released his load in thick gooey spurts. Only when she felt the hot splattering of her womb did Nino realize what he was doing, and what had just happened.

"WAIT! F-Fuutarou!" the lusty cock-filled redhead found her voice, but it was already too late. "Not inside me! Don't cum inside me! Pull ou-OOHHHH~~!"

Her last protest morphed into a long moan as her own earth-shaking orgasm hit and her quivering body surrendered to pleasure, her eyes rolling back, her mouth wide open, and her tongue rolling out. By then, Fuutarou was panting and ejaculating freely, filling the pink cavity up to her womb with thick white seed, painting and filling her soft pouch. Neither had the mental capacity to recall that being cummed into while protesting was, strangely enough, also in her diary. Fuutarou felt her jerk and twitch compulsively, now more than ever before seeming like a wild horse in her orgasmic throes. Little by little, his output slowed and soon ebbed to a halt, but Nino's orgasm went on and on and with his hands on her waist he held on for dear life.

Eventually, she collapsed, panting and exhausted. Fuutarou braced his hands on the bed to stop himself from doing the same. They spent a few minutes like that, each returning from their respective sexual highs.

Nino, perhaps predictable, was the first to attempt at putting the experience into words. "God, Fuutarou, just… my god, that was amazing." Then she started mewling and moaning softly, her eyes closed.

"Yeah," Fuutarou gasped. His mind was blank. Nothing else seemed appropriate. His member went limp inside her, nestled in the hot wet sleeve which had welcomed him so eagerly and into which it had emptied his manhood.

He pulled out carefully, groaning as he did so. Thick globs and strings of white rolled out from her swollen labia like thick gelatin, while her used cunt glistened bright pink and gaped for a moment after he left her. Then, unable to hold herself up any longer, Nino slid down the side of the mattress until her ass reached the floor and made her wince. Here she continued to leak, depositing a sticky puddle on the carpet as she slumped against the bed for support. Still, despite her disheveled appearance, messy hair and the smell of sweat and sex, no girl had ever looked more beautiful in Fuutarou's eyes.

But there was a problem.

A great part of his courage had been fueled by lust, which he left deep in her pussy. And now, with a clearer head, his doubts returned. The very things which had made him unsure of doing this whole thing in the first place now filled his mind and he couldn't ignore them this time.

"I… I think that's enough for us both." Fuutarou started scanning the bedroom for anything he could use to wipe up the mess that he and Nino made.

Nino couldn't even hear him properly. Her eyes were still fogged and rolled up in an ahegao expression, her senses dulled and her body weak and well-fucked. She quivered helplessly as more spurts of their mixed juices were squeezed out from her spasming cunt. She didn't even notice that she was being carried into the arms of another, but the last thing she did see was Fuutarou's face towering over hers before finally drifting into unconsciousness.