Disclaimer: Gotoubun no Hanayome doesn't belong to me, nor its characters.
He kept his word and let Nino rest that night, but despite that — really in all likelihood because of it — she woke up in a foul mood the next day, barely even saying anything during breakfast. None of her sisters said anything, and even Ichika didn't proceed with her usual teasing as Nino looked completely pissed for some reason. They could never guess why she was in a bad mood but Fuutarou, on the other hand, had a very good idea after Yotsuba told him about Nino through a text.
She's definitely frustrated after he denied her what she wanted last night and truth be told, he regretted having to push her away because deep down, he did want to spend some time alone with her.
No matter. Once they meet at school, she'll be back to normal. He didn't decline her advances yesterday for nothing, and through his father's help, Nino's in for a very nice surprise when they meet today, one that he was sure she'd like.
And just as he wanted, when they met at school, things completely changed.
The quints had arrived first instead of Fuutarou at the entrance, which surprised them because he was usually there first waiting for them but now, it's like their roles had switched. They didn't want to head inside yet because they were still waiting for their tutor to arrive.
"That's strange… Fuutarou-kun normally gets here before us…" Ichika commented, turning her head in several directions to see if their tutor was around, but there was no sign of him.
"Maybe Fuutarou wanted to get to class earlier than usual?" Miku suggested, although she was curious about his exact whereabouts like her sisters.
Yotsuba nodded eagerly, agreeing with Miku. "Yeah, Uesugi-san's a genius, after all! Plus, midterm exams are coming, right? He's going to study even more now."
Itsuki thought about possibility, before shaking her head slowly. "That can't be, since we go to school almost exactly at the same time that we cross paths with him here everyday. Unless Uesugi-kun wanted to be here earlier than everybody, literally speaking, we should still see him around here."
"Yeah, we always see him here, remember? He couldn't have gotten to his class yet," Nino said rhetorically but on the inside, she was already feeling annoyed. Where the hell was he? First, he turns her down yesterday just because she was 'sore', now he doesn't even show up on time to meet them? Oh, she's going to give him a verbal beating when she sees him and—
"Were you looking for me?"
The familiar voice of their tutor finally rang in their ears as they turned their heads towards him, but they were completely unprepared for what they saw.
"Fuutarou-kun…?"
"F-Fuu-kun?!"
"Fuutarou?"
"Uesugi-san?!"
"…..."
Those were the verbal reactions of the five sisters upon seeing their tutor, but when it came to their physical reactions, all of them were the same; their faces grew hot, cheeks blushing deeply, and their eyes widening in complete shock.
All of it was due to one Fuutarou Uesugi, who now bore spiky blonde hair instead of his dark bowlcut one. Even with just one small change, it gave his entire appearance a complete makeover, as if it wasn't really him who was standing there before them but it was indeed him. Other than that, he was wearing a black jacket instead of his blue sweater and all in all, he gave off the vibe of a delinquent rather than a top student.
If he looked handsome before, then he looked hot now.
"Yo," he greeted the girls in the most casual of ways, stopping in his tracks before them.
None of them could say anything, mainly out of shock upon seeing their tutor with a completely new look that it wouldn't be their fault if they mistook for someone else. It took a full minute for the one of the girls to respond but even so, she had difficulty in trying to say the right words.
Miku shifted slightly, almost having the urge to walk closer to him and look at him closely. "F-Fuutarou, is that you…?"
He put on a mock face of hurt, pretending that he was offended. "I feel hurt, Miku. Of course it's me. Don't tell me you weren't able to notice who I am?" He continued to look that way for a few seconds before chuckling in amusement.
"S-Sorry…" she mumbled, her head dropping low as she blushed deeply.
"Uesugi-san, w-why do you look different?" Yotsuba tried to ask, but it was hard to control the growing blush on her cheeks.
"I just thought of changing how I look, Yotsuba. Will it be a problem if I look like this from now on?" he explained with a smile, reaching out to pat her head softly.
Yotsuba blushed even deeper upon being given a headpat by her tutor, although she couldn't say that she didn't like it. "N-No, not at all!" she said, shaking her head furiously.
"Why did you decide to change your appearance, Fuutarou-kun?" Ichika asked calmly, as calm as she could, anyway. Compared to the rest of her sisters, she was the only one who was able to control her flustered look, although her cheeks still had a slight red tint to them.
"Ah, that's because of Nino, actually." He revealed as he looked towards the second quint, whose eyes widened in alarm. All of the other quints had turned towards her in shock. "She saw a picture of me when I was younger, and she asked if I could go back to that. After thinking about it, I didn't really see anything wrong with changing how I look."
He walked closer towards her, his hands in his pockets before giving her a smile. "Well, Nino? Did I live up to your expectations?"
"Y-Y-You did…" she stuttered, which was something that stunned her sisters. Nino rarely spoke with a stutter but seeing her like this, she must have asked for this badly.
Fuutarou smiled and nodded. "I'm glad, then. I did this for you, by the way."
Despite not engaging in acts of debauchery with her at the moment, Fuutarou was still able to make her entire face red and hot out of embarrassment, something he found amusing to see. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Itsuki staring at him with a deep blush on her face.
"Is there a reason why you're staring at me, Itsuki?" he asked curiously.
"N-Nothing…!" she stuttered, turning her gaze elsewhere in order to hide her burning cheeks. There's no way she can look at him now without blushing, even if she still felt somewhat angry with him… or a little.
"Well, let's stop wasting time here and let's head inside! After all, we don't want to be late, do we?"
With blushing faces, the quints just agreed with him altogether as they walked towards school. On the way, Fuutarou let himself trail behind most of them on purpose, as he slowly walked closer towards his girlfriend. Nino noticed his presence and just stayed quiet, because they were just behind her sisters and they could notice them at any moment, although she did like being around her boyfriend again.
"Nino," he whispered loud enough for only the second quint to hear. "I'm sorry for turning you down yesterday. I didn't think of your feelings when I said those words, because I was too focused on something else. I promise I'll make it up to you."
She nodded, keeping her head low to hide a blush and a look of shame that crossed her features. "I-It's fine. Besides, I realized I was just being a bitch about it. I shouldn't force you to do things to me if you're busy with something else. You have your own life, after all. You can just punish me for it later," she said softly, having realized her mistake the moment he apologized to her.
"Oh, I have a very appropriate punishment in mind, so be prepared~" he whispered before slipping his hand under her skirt, grabbing a handful of her bare ass, squeezing the soft flesh, which made her blush deeper and cause her to stick to him, literally.
"F-Fuu-kun, lots of people are staring…" Her voice quivered with shame and arousal as several students had turned their heads towards them. In truth, their gazes were more towards Fuutarou — because of his new look — than her, but it still felt like they were seeing her get assaulted by her boyfriend in a public place, and just by thinking that way was making her wet.
"I thought you wanted this?" he smirked, squeezing the flesh even harder that it caused her to cover her mouth to keep herself from moaning loudly.
"Y-Yes, but… it's just…" Nino tried to come up with the right words, but she was feeling too aroused to think straight!
"Don't worry, I'm just teasing you," he grinned. He removed his hand from her under her skirt and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. "I'll see you later after school, Nino."
With that, he quickened his pace and caught up to the rest of her sisters, leaving Nino trailing behind them, completely bothered, horny, aroused, annoyed, and frustrated all at once.
"That…That stupid idiot…! Now I'm horny as hell! Urgh, damn him! Damn him and his hot look!" Nino ranted in her mind, before she continued to walk anyway, a big pout on her face. A small trail of her juices was already dripping out of her cunt.
She could only hope that Fuutarou makes good with his promise to make it up to her after school, or she'll drag him out of his class and lead him to the nearest closet where he can fuck her!
Before leaving school, Fuutarou had shared with them his study plan for the week, because midterms were getting nearer and they couldn't affort to waste any time. It involved him spending an extended period of time at the quints' home to ensure that they absorb every bit of the source material and while that didn't look too bad, it also meant that Fuutarou would have to go home very late at night.
That wasn't something that sat well with the girls, so they offered to let him stay over at their house instead. While surprised at the offer since he could handle going home late at night, Fuutarou knew that he would be crazy to turn it down, so he humbly thanked them for being considerate enough to let him sleep at their home.
During their tutoring session at the living room, there was more than one instance of Nino touching his thigh, running her hand from his knee up until his inner thigh, which made his pants tighten several times.
Fortunately, none of the other quints had noticed Nino's actions the entire time but Fuutarou still slapped her hand away lightly and simply whispered 'Soon' into her ear. Nino pouted, but didn't say anything else as she continued on with their work.
After three long hours of studying, Fuutarou finally ended their session and told everyone to have a good night's sleep, although that's when another dilemma came up, in the form of where Fuutarou was going to sleep. Naturally, Nino suggested that she could share her room with him, which made everyone else suspicious of her motives. Nino spent a good five minutes arguing with her sisters about why Fuutarou should sleep with her until the young man himself ended it, saying he would just sleep on the couch.
This shocked Nino, who was sincerely hoping to spend time with her boyfriend tonight and was about to voice out her protests until she caught him sending a wink towards her. That was enough to inform Nino to keep her mouth shut as the argument finally ended there.
They each went to their bedrooms, letting Fuutarou take the living room.
Fuutarou immediately turned off the lights as soon as he heard the doors upstairs close before planting himself on the couch. He set an alarm for one hour and simply waited. He was too used to staying up late that he can manage waiting around in the dark without falling asleep.
After a whole hour — while taking note that nobody had gone out of their respective rooms — Fuutarou Uesugi made his move.
He got up from the couch and walked up the staircase, bringing along a small bag with him before heading towards Nino's room.
He didn't knock on Nino's door, somehow feeling that he might startle her. Instead, he simply opened it just wide enough to sneak through. She must have left it unlocked for him to get in.
Slipping his way inside and closing the door behind him, Fuutarou saw the girl sleeping on the bed, her hair billowing loosely around her pretty face. She was lying on her side, her arms tucked closely to her chest and her long legs pressed together, one bare foot crossed behind the other at the ankle. Despite her own insistence — Fuutarou was staying over for the night and she wanted him to sneak into her room for some fun — she was not naked. He had told her that sleeping in the nude was not needed. Instead, the girl wore a slightly oversized shirt and under it, she was all legs, showing just the smallest hint of the plain white cotton panties she'd been allowed to wear. She had no covers.
Satisfied with the situation, he reached into the bag he had and grabbed a leash and collar that belonged to Nino herself. He took it from her room just earlier after he was done taking a shower, and she didn't even know. With that, he advanced towards the sleeping girl.
"Nino," Fuutarou whispered as he kneeled beside her bed and gave her shoulder a little nudge. "Wake up."
It took a bit more nudging before her eyes fluttered open. She made a soft mewling noise, reaching up to rub the back of a hand over her eyes.
"F-Fuu-kun...?" Nino murmured, her voice soft and sleepy. "What is it?"
"I have something I want us to do," he told her, and showed her the collar.
Nino pushed herself up, letting her hair fall freely around her. The wide neck of her shirt drooped down, nearly slipping off a shoulder, just low enough to reveal she had no bra underneath. When she saw the collar, her brow knitted firmly.
"Now?" Surprisingly, she looked like she wasn't expecting this. "Really? It's late. I was already—"
"Now." He pushed the collar into her hand. "Weren't you the one asking for it in the first place? Here's our chance."
"But…" Nino took the collar and held it up to her neck, "It's too risky to do this here."
Fuutarou followed her movements with his eyes. "I have a solution for that. Just trust me." Once the band of red leather was buckled and adjusted, he clasped the leash to the front. "Come on. How's your butt?"
"Still hurts a little, but not much. Nothing I can't handle."
Nino rubbed the remaining sleep from her eyes and started rising to her feet, but Fuutarou placed a hand on her shoulder and pushed her down again.
"Stay on all fours," he said, answering the confused look she gave him. He pulled on the leash and moved to the door. As the leash grew taut and the collar tugged insistently against Nino's neck, she lowered herself to the floor and crawled after him on her hands and knees. The sight alone was enough to make him hard and caused him to lick his dry lips. Nino's shirt hung from her body, and her panty-clad rump was simply gorgeous in every way.
But Fuutarou didn't let that distract him. He led Nino to the hall and then down to the living room. Of course, he made her walk down the staircase instead of being on all fours but afterwards, he pushed her down once again. He could feel her hesitating, her movements nearly silent on the floor, her hair seemingly everywhere as if she were a rather haggard but very shaggy pup with the best legs any boy had ever seen.
Once in the living room, they stopped.
"Wait here," Fuutarou said. "I'm going to get something from your room."
He placed the leash on the floor, and caught the look of uncertainty on Nino's face. She was just there, near the door, and completely on display for anyone to see. If any one of her sisters came out of their room for some reason, there was no doubt they'd see Nino, and there was simply no way to miss the collar around her slender neck.
Leaving her like that here was a calculated risk — the threat of exposure, the risk, and the apprehension she found so thrilling. A taste of things to come.
"Where are you going?" Nino whispered rather hurriedly, her glance shifting between Fuutarou and the hallway atop the stairs. "Idiot, at least let me get up."
Fuutarou ignored her and returned to her room for a final accessory. When he returned, Nino was sitting up on her heels. She instantly whipped her head in his direction, and even in the dark he could tell she was annoyed.
"Look, it's fine if you want to mess a—" her eyes widened the moment she saw what he was holding. Fuutarou couldn't see the blush on her face, but he knew it was there, and since there was no further point hiding this from her, he held up the ball gag.
He didn't need to tell her what this was for, of course. It had been Nino herself who'd purchased this particular accessory. He'd never seen her use it, nor had he ever really thought she would on her own. Now, however, it was just the thing to solve their noise problems.
Fuutarou moved the gag closer to her lips. "Open your mouth. Do you want to put it on or should I do it?"
"This was your idea." Nino was already moving her hair out of the way. "You should do it."
He shrugged. Fair enough.
Carefully, Fuutarou pressed the red plastic ball to her lips, giving her a moment to open her mouth and making sure the ball was nestled between her perfect white teeth. He then looped the straps around behind her head and clipped the ends together, adjusting the length so the gag was firmly held in place and couldn't be pushed out. As if to test the new restraint, Nino tried to say something, but all she could do was mumble incoherently.
The gag had a series of holes perforating the surface, allowing the wearer to breathe. It didn't do anything to stop saliva from leaking out, and since it made it hard to swallow for the one wearing it, it didn't take long for Nino to start drooling. Fuutarou wiped her lips with a finger. Nino grumbled, drawing her lips back to show her teeth around the ball.
"Mmnnghhhh, nooghh, iidddioff."
"Is that comfortable?" Fuutarou asked her, and was relieved when she nodded. Her voice was still louder than he expected. Weren't gags supposed to cancel out more noise? He had no idea. But with her words being reduced to an incoherent garbling while helping her make even more of a mess of herself, it worked wonders for the fantasy. And if she couldn't speak properly, then she couldn't curse or hurl insults like she normally would when annoyed or angry. That alone made her more submissive.
He picked up the leash again and gave it a tug — hard enough that she could feel it, but hopefully not enough to make the collar dig into her neck. This time, Nino didn't attempt to get up.
On hands and knees, the once haughty Nino Nakano, now collared and leashed and nearly nude, followed close behind the young man as he walked to the front door. It wasn't until Fuutarou began putting on his shoes that he again felt some resistance on the leash. He looked over to see an expression of pure uncertainty clinging to Nino's features.
She knew, or suspected, what he intended to do next.
"We're going outside," he told her.
Nino made some noise, muffled by the gag in her mouth, and began shaking her head. Her eyes were wide, filled with sudden apprehension, and yet her blush had never been more intense.
Fuutarou decided it was better to explain, even though he wasn't sure if she would understand. He tried being honest and hoped that it made sense to Nino.
"If we're going to do stuff like this… I have to know how much is real," he said in a low, serious voice, his gaze never leaving her. "You can write and write in that diary as much as you want. But words on the page are just that. It feels too much like a script. A script that you wrote. Anyone can follow something like that. Even though you say you want it to be with me… how can I know you really mean that? How can I know that anyone else can't do the same? How can I know you didn't say yes to me just because I'm the one in your fantasies? Always doing what you want isn't fair."
But wasn't doing this also doing what she wanted? It was, after all, her idea. She'd written it down. Fuutarou had already spent hours thinking about that.
Nino began making noise into her gag and shaking her head. He stopped her with a hand.
"So I have to know," the young tutor repeated. "I have to know if you are serious. I have to know if you really meant what you said. I have to know if you really want this. That they aren't just words to get you off. Your diary is a bit like a coloring book, honestly. You might think it seems childish, but I can think about your fantasies like lines that you put down on a page, and it's up to me to fill them in. And every once in a while a line gets smudged and redrawn but it's not in the same place."
He couldn't read the look on Nino's face — perhaps it had been a mistake to put the gag before he got started since it altered her expression just by its bulky nature. It turned her mouth into a sort of grimace, with her lips pulled back and her jaw lower than it should be. Her eyes, those bright blue sapphires, showed what he could only describe as puzzlement. Her brow was drawn tight, serious but not concerned, it seems.
"I guess you can think of this as me pushing your limits," he told the kneeling girl as he put on his other shoe. "Remember when I said that I wanted to add my own ideas? In the future, maybe I can. But I'm nervous." He watched her tense at that, so he added quickly. "It's not because of you. I'm nervous that whatever I come up with will be MY idea, and then it's not something you really want to do. If I make you do something like that, I'd just be forcing you. You could get hurt, and I don't want that. I'm doing this because I trust you that you were telling me the truth, when you said that we could try anything in your diary. You said that, right?"
Nino nodded.
"Well, if you want to say no…" Nino quickly raised a hand and tapped her fingers to the ball gag, then rolled her eyes. "Oh, right. Sorry. I didn't really plan things this far out." Fuutarou bent down, but as he went to release the strap holding the plastic ball in her mouth, she slapped his hand away.
To his surprise, Nino then pushed herself up into a squat, balancing effortlessly on her toes and the balls of her feet, and spread her legs so her knees pointed in opposite directions. She sent one hand down to her panties and made a gesture for him to look with the other. Fuutarou glanced where she was pointing, feeling rather embarrassed even after everything they'd done for seeing her like this. The position she'd taken left her crotch fully exposed, her slightly raised mons pressing against the gusset of her panties. Even in the dark, the young man noticed the wet spot darkening the otherwise white cotton panel.
He stared at her, not really sure what she was trying to say. It became much clearer a moment later when she grabbed his hand and guided it downwards. Now he couldn't just see how wet she was, he could feel the moisture through the thin fabric of her panties. And he could feel the heat emanating from her hot center, the root of her energetic sexuality.
The moment he touched her, even though it was just with his fingertips, Nino gave a little moan, yet it was such a loaded sound… so primal in its wanton lust and boiling desire, that it simply left no room for misunderstanding.
Nino wanted him. And she wanted this.
Feeling like he had to do something, Fuutarou stroked her a little, stimulating her through the fabric, which by now had become completely sodden. She was so soft and warm and inviting that he could have kept doing this forever, but eventually it was Nino herself who pushed his hand away. Then she hooked her thumbs under her waistband, closed her legs, and shuffled the panties down. She left them lying in a crumpled, wet heap on the floor, before giving the leash a firm tug.
Fuutarou let it go, too surprised to grab it as Nino pulled, and by the time he reacted she was dropping the end inside her shirt. With the leash now against her body, she took the hem of her shirt and pulled it up and over her head then tossed it to the side, which she wouldn't have been able to do had he still been holding the end.
Only the collar and gag remained on her.
Nothing else.
"Nino…" he whispered, his eyes drinking in the full sight of her nudity; her face, her breasts, the gap between her legs. The shapes and forms were nothing less than girly perfection, even in the dark of night.
And just as it had been Nino who led his hand to her crotch, it was Nino who picked up the leash and placed it back in his hand. Once his fingers had curled around it, she glanced towards the door.
Fuutarou could not possibly miss the meaning behind her gesture, nor misunderstand her intention. He had never meant for her to do this naked — she could have kept her panties and shirt if she wanted. But now she had taken them off… that she intended to make herself as vulnerable as possible and place herself completely in his hands, filled him with an enormous sense of purpose for her. She was giving him more than just words on paper now.
Nino was giving him her trust.
"You know, I thought about bringing some nipple clamps, too…" Fuutarou started, but the look Nino gave him really threw him for a loop. She seemed to be saying "then why the hell didn't you?" and "don't you dare!" all at once. The noise she made was equally unhelpful.
"Mhhghh ghnn mmfff…"
Fuutarou finished slipping on his shoes and waited for Nino to do the same with her slippers, before pulling her leash towards the door. Here he stopped, however, taking a deep breath to flush out the last of his doubts. Then something caught his eye. He smiled, turned back and scooped up Nino's freshly discarded and still warm panties, which he stuffed in his pocket.
"Just in case you need them later," Fuutarou explained with a little blush. "Or… maybe I'll need them in some way. I don't know yet."
Nino shrugged. She didn't much seem to care how he used her panties. And why would she, considering what she was doing right now? She'd already surrendered her underwear — and her own body — anyway.
Moving back to the door, Fuutarou opened it and he stepped out onto the hall, instantly feeling a chill as the cool night bit through his clothes. Nino followed just behind him, but as her knees touched the rough concrete she stopped. It took Fuutarou a moment to realize why.
"Fuck," he thought. Suddenly, he felt stupid. He couldn't take her out like this. She was going to be scraping her knees bloody by the end of it.
Fuutarou glanced down at her, his expression becoming apologetic, and was about to call it off when Nino reared up into a squat again, but this time kept her palms on the floor. As she moved forward, she did so crawling with her hands and the balls of her bare feet instead of her knees, which were now well off the ground. Since her legs were longer than her arms, however, this meant her back had quite a pronounced slant. Her hair fell forwards around her head and shoulders, brushing the concrete like the world's most luscious red mop.
It also thrust her girlish bottom high up in the air. Light bruises lingered from the paddling she'd received, but they were mostly faded and her smooth, huge cheeks quickly went pink in the cool night breeze. No sky-bound god ever had a lovelier offering.
Before the young man could even begin thinking of something to say, the redhead moved ahead, eventually pulling him along by the leash that's still in his hand. That put Nino in front of him, with her upturned ass facing him directly. Her cheeks swung slightly, her thighs working to propel her, her pussy a tight, savory slit peeking between them like an inviting fruit dangling before his eyes. It was a bait for him to follow, and it was impossible to resist.
He was so damn hard now that it was a miracle he could walk at all, but he did. He trailed Nino as she crawled to the elevator, his eyes glued to her rump. He could only imagine what must be going through her head right now; the shame, the lust, the fear of discovery. His heart started to race in his chest, which only pumped even more blood into his already swollen member. The tent in his pants was about as obvious as Nino's naked body.
They went inside the elevator and Fuutarou was about to choose the ground floor but Nino tugged on his pants to stop him. Instead, she held up two fingers, which he translated into 2nd floor and chose that instead. Nino only nodded as the two waited for the little ride to be over.
Fuutarou took a glance at her as they waited, and he could see it dripping in small strands swinging from her pink labia. Nino's juices. Her purest essence.
"You're getting wet," he said without thinking.
Nino stopped and looked over her shoulder. Her blue eyes met his; her face, already colored a very attractive pink, flushed intensely around the gag that silenced her even as drool leaked from her lips.
Fuutarou had never seen any girl seem so embarrassed, or so furiously horny. He wanted her badly, but while he certainly could take her right then and there, inside an elevator, that would put an end to their outing. He could tell that Nino wasn't ready to call it quits yet.
All of a sudden, she began nuzzling her head against him. He gasped softly, running a hand into her long hair as she found his crotch with her face and rubbed his hard-on with her ball-gag and lips, her eyes looking up at him.
He really couldn't believe what a perverted sight she made. The proud and haughty Nino Nakano, naked, collared, gagged, led by a leash like a dog, and wanting his dick. It almost felt like a dream once again, but he quickly reminded himself that this was reality. Knowing this, Fuutarou was filled with both pride and a sense of dominance, because only he could claim to have done this to a girl like Nino and nobody else.
Only he could make her feel like this.
Pressing a hand to his knees, Nino moved up his thigh and eventually reached his waist. But just when she was about to free his member, he took her hand and moved it away.
"Not yet."
The elevator pinged open, and this time he was the one who led the way — despite not being a resident of the place — walking Nino out into the hall. He quickly noticed the fire exit at the end of the hall, so he led the way there. Fuutarou felt immensely relieved that there was nobody here except for them. He may be willing to do this messed-up, crazy, and perverted fantasy but he didn't know how to feel yet about being seen by other people like this.
As they walked through the hall, the air was slightly warmer compared to the penthouse, though not really warm. Fuutarou could see the goosebumps on Nino's naked flesh, and when she stopped to rub her arms around herself he made no attempt to pull her along. He noticed her nipples had become quite erect, standing out proudly and prominently, almost as pink as the clit down below. In her own time, Nino fell into line with him again, padding to his right and slightly behind him as he led her to the fire exit.
"We're almost there," Fuutarou explained. "I figure nobody would see us down here."
Nino grunted something into her gag, then bumped his leg with her hip.
As they went through the fire exit, the pair found themselves in the alley behind the apartment building, which was surprisingly clean for what it is. Garbage was properly disposed of in bins and cans, but the place was completely free of any people. Fuutarou had come across this fact after asking a security guard in the main lobby, and it was another reason why Fuutarou had felt reasonably safe that they could do something like this with minimum risk.
The two climbed down the stairs — with Fuutarou permitting her to stand until they reach the ground — and they began to traverse through the dark alley. The two went at the same pace for a few moments until Nino saw what seemed to be an empty space between two large garbage bins. She made a beeline for it, pounding so quickly that Fuutarou nearly lost his balance and had to trot to keep up with her.
"H-Hey, wait!" he called out uselessly. "Wait up, Nino! Where the hell are you going?"
WHAT are you going to do really should have been a better question. Reaching the empty space, Nino positioned herself in the center, squatting close to the wall behind her. She looked at Fuutarou and made a noise, but he couldn't even guess what she meant for him to do. Then she shook her head and closed her eyes. The embarrassed blush which now seemed permanently painted on her face grew redder, extending downwards almost to her heaving, pink-pearl capped breasts.
Fuutarou watched her curiously, puzzled by her behavior. He gave the leash a tug, but Nino refused to move. Her brows knitted in concentration… or effort. She shuffled closer against the wall behind her and raised her leg.
"Oh…" was all the speechless young tutor could say when Nino began to pee, sending a strong yellow stream onto the nearby stone wall.
Even after reading her diary, and seeing the things she could come up with, this was without any doubt the most perverted sight he'd ever imagined, even more than everything they've done so far. Nino was actually pissing out in the open, and as the breeze carried a whiff of it to Fuutarou's nostrils, he noticed the corners of her mouth curl slightly upwards around the gag.
She was smiling. This girl was actually enjoying the act of peeing in public while being leashed like and gagged like a submissive bitch.
Perhaps his brain had suffered a short circuit of some sort, as the smell of Nino's urine registered in his mind. Honestly, it didn't smell that bad and in fact, he felt a new surge of arousal watching her water drip down and splash onto the ground. The pungent stream eventually ebbed, then stopped. Nino shook her leg and squeezed out a few last drops, adding them to the puddle she'd just created. Her gaze descended from his eyes and focused on his raging erection.
Despite what she'd just done and her red, shame-filled face, it was clear she wanted it. And he wanted to give it to her. How could he deny her after witnessing the depth of her complete debauchery.
But Nino wasn't done. Rising into a half squat, she spread her knees sideways and thrust her pelvis against the metal pole that was literally next to her, which she proceeded to grind with her wet pussy.
"Y-You really are a perverted slut," Fuutarou murmured, stating a truth they both already knew as he witnessed Nino grind herself on a pole. He could almost hear her laughing behind her gag. She rocked her hips a little more, dragging her cunt against the metal like a rubbery sponge and tossing back her head.
"Mmmnnnnnmmff!" Nino moaned, clenching her toes in pleasure. She was obviously enjoying this, maybe too much for her own good. When she pulled herself away a minute later, Fuutarou noticed a number of moist strands and dangling goblets connecting her slobbering cunt to the spot she'd been rubbing. She quickly severed these with her hand then looked at Fuutarou, her eyes smoldering with lust.
She looked lower. Fuutarou gulped slightly, but there was no hiding how he felt. It was all Nino needed to see.
As she returned to her doggie posture, she moved closer and wasted no time shoving her face into his groin. Her hands reached for his waistband, fingers digging under in a frantic bid to free his cock. Fuutarou stopped her again. Very reluctantly.
"Hold on," he said with a short pull on her leash. Immediately, her eyes drooped in disappointment. "Not out here. Come on."
He walked her along back to the stairway leading to the building's fire exit but instead of going back inside, he led her to a door that he saw behind the building that almost looked like it was hidden from sight. Nino followed him eagerly, bounding on all fours and waving her ass as if it were a tail and she was nothing more than a happy dog. Fuutarou opened the door, holding it as Nino crawled through, and peeking out before closing it behind them.
It was a small room that's lit up by an incandescent bulb that had lots of cobwebs on it, giving off the appearance of something old. From the many drawers and the single desk that was there, this was a small office for employees that was abandoned some time ago. Despite that, the place wasn't dirty to the point that it can't be used. This room wasn't perfect either, but it would have to do.
Fuutarou pushed away the office chair and stood before the panting girl. "Sit."
The collared redhead did so, folding her long legs under her body and cushioning her butt on her shoes.
"You know, you've already done more than I thought you would," Fuutarou said. "Honestly, I wasn't sure you would do anything at all. I mean, it's one thing to write these things and another to…"
Nino was shaking her head. She raised a finger and tapped it against her ball-gag. Her chin and lips glistened with saliva.
"Do you want to take it out?"
Nino nodded energetically.
Leaning forward, Fuutarou reached around the back of her head and tugged the gag strap loose. He caught the red ball just as it fell from her mouth, noticing how wet it was. Nino flexed her jaw, clenching it and unclenching, before finally speaking.
"I-Idiot, didn't I say I wanted to try all the stuff in the diary?" Her tone was a bit hoarser than usual. "I wasn't kidding about that."
"I had to know for sure," he said, even though it sounded like a lame excuse. "If you were just going to pretend… that could mean you were just pretending to like me, too. Because it meant getting off."
"I am getting off. I'm so goddamn wet you could sail a boat through my pussy." She stood up and moved a hand and touched his neck, then trailed her palm up to his cheek. "But it's only because I'm with you. No one else could do this to me. I wouldn't allow them. I wouldn't even let anyone else see my panties. But with you… you're not just the guy in my fantasies. You're the boy I like… you're my boyfriend."
That was the answer he wanted to hear, and it was enough to assure him that what he was doing wasn't a mistake. He mentally thanked his father for the advice he gave him before focusing his attention on Nino again.
"So you are okay with this place? And everything I've done until now?" He gestured around them.
"Yeah. If I weren't okay with it, I wouldn't have done it." Nino grabbed his pants again, her hand stroking his erection through the fabric. She sent him a sexy smile. "Now, are you going to let me have a taste of your dick or what?"
He smiled, relishing the moment.
"Maybe you should beg for it."
"You bastard!" Nino snapped. "Haven't I done enough?"
"More than enough," he granted her. "But I like it when you beg. If you can't, the gag goes back on and I'll take you home."
"That's just mean!" She twisted her lips, clearly not liking this, which was strange given that she didn't have as much trouble doing much more embarrassing stuff. Ah, that's just how she is, he supposed. "Fine. Please let me have your dick."
Fuutarou had to laugh, before flashing her a smirk that would fit an anime villain. "You don't sound like you mean it."
"I DO mean it!" Nino's voice rose into that familiar frazzled edge. She knelt on the ground and desperation could be seen in her eyes. "Please let me have your dick! I need it. I want it. I want to suck on it until you cum and you spray it all over my face like the little obedient cumslut that I am! PLEEEEEAAAASSEEEEE!"
Her fingers flexed around his waistband, and Fuutarou had the feeling he couldn't have stopped her any longer if he wanted to. But before he let her do this… he moved forward again, kneeling down so that they were eye-level, watching as her eyes widened in surprise, seeing her lips part and her mouth open to receive his kiss. She tensed, issuing a muffled cry, but soon relaxed, surrendering herself to his sudden boldness. Their lips pressed together, softly at first, then firmly, smearing saliva as their mouths opened and their head tilted and tongues emerged to tangle and twist together.
Fuutarou could barely contain himself. His hands soon had her shoulders in a tight embrace, forcing het to stand up with him as his senses were drinking her in, the smell of her skin and hair and the sweat which gave her a sharp alluring musk intoxicated him. His fingers moved lower, teasing under her armpits and finally taking a breast. Nino moaned into his mouth, her body trembling as his touch triggered a reaction.
He realized that his own body was shaking, his own desire for her peaking and reaching new heights. It wasn't just Nino who had surrendered here; he'd done the same. He'd given in to her charms, her lust, her fantasies. The same fantasies which, in being written down by her hand, had started all this. Without those words, this reality could have never happened. Neither of them would have found the other.
Somehow, in expressing her perverted wants and needs, Nino had created something altogether deeper and more significant, and then she'd proven just how much it mattered to her. Fuutarou appreciated that from her. Perhaps… Perhaps he even loved it. And that meant…
As the kiss broke, the teens found themselves breathing hard, a single thin strand of saliva dangling from their lips, connecting them together. And they looked into each other's eyes. Fuutarou saw so much there, like he was looking directly into her, as he was sure Nino saw so much in him.
He nodded gently, then pulled back. Nino took this as her cue. With a single tug, she pulled his waistband down, and his stiff member sprang free, making him tense as the sensitive glans was exposed to the warm air created from their sweat and breathing
"Nino…" he gasped her name, offering no resistance as she pushed him back against the office chair, forcing him to sit.
"I want it," the naked redhead insisted.
"If you suck me off, I won't be able to—"
"I know." Her hand wrapped around his shaft, her grip loose, just enough to let him feel it and roll his foreskin down. Then she began pumping slowly. Fuutarou moaned, causing him to grip the arms tightly. "I'm just getting you ready."
Maybe she was JUST doing that, but it felt great regardless. She gave him a few strokes, releasing a small dribble of clear pre-cum from his tip and smearing it all over his length like some musky cream. After a moment that was both too short and too long, Nino lowered her head, her tousled hair falling about her shoulder like the mane on some hungry lion, and took his cold meat in her warm, delicious mouth.
Sexual heaven was a real place, and Fuutarou Uesugi entered it.
"Ah… ahh… god, Nino …"
Nino slurped on her way down, clenched her lips around his circumference and applied suction on the way up, her cheeks sunken from the effort. Then she plunged again, taking all his eight hard inches in her moist confines, glans to root and licking him as she went. Fuutarou shivered and gasped. He placed a hand on her head and braced the other against the arm of the chair on which he sat. His hips thrust out and up, seeking to meet the redhead's soft lips with uncontrolled eagerness.
Soon her head was bobbing up and down in his lap, her smooth naked form swaying as a symphony of wet noises rose in time with Fuutarou's own moans. Her hands were busy too, taking him around his root and seizing his hairless balls, squeezing and rubbing them together like hard marbles in a warm sack. Up and down, she went. Up and down. Sucking and licking, and all but extracting the semen from him as if she were drinking from a fleshy straw.
But no matter how good it felt, Fuutarou knew it couldn't last. Not if they wanted to do other stuff. With his orgasm already building, he tapped Nino frantically on the head.
"G-Getting close, Nino," he hissed. "Stop."
Saying nothing, Nino took another long drag up his shaft, then broke the seal of her lips with a loud pop, saliva dripping down onto his wet skin like thick dollops. Rolling out her tongue, she dragged it slowly and carefully along his head while pulling back his foreskin so the sensitive ridge could be exposed and teased. Fuutarou felt his member throbbing, his pinkish cockhead tormenting him with this influx of pleasure.
More pre-cum leaked, but only to be scooped up by Nino's eager tongue. When she had her fill, she started kissing his head, from the little pee slit at the top, to the quivering prepuce underneath. Once every single square centimeter of his pulsing head had been slavishly dotted upon by her tender mercies and lewd talent, the redhead finally worked her magic down his shaft, making gentle pecking sounds as she tasted skin over and over.
Fuutarou couldn't take it anymore. He pressed both hands on Nino's shoulders and pushed her down, laying her on the floor and quickly getting over her. Nino reacted instantly, grabbing at his shirt and pulling it up, but not quite able to remove it until he raised his arms and yanked it free. As soon as he had done that, she nuzzled her face against his neck and resumed her kissing, nibbling on him and losing herself to the wanton craving of their young bodies.
By the time Fuutarou got his pants bunched around his ankles, Nino had spread her legs, displaying in full her arousal. She was so wet and pink, and impossible to withstand. Her body writhed beneath Fuutarou as he placed his hands on the ground on either side of her for support and lined himself up against her entrance. Reaching between them, she guided his cock right to her slit, carefully pressing the head to her flooded opening.
"Do it…" Nino whispered, her voice husky beyond recognition. "Fuu-kun… slam it inside me and fuck me senseless! Do whatever you want to me!"
His heart was pounding like mad, so loud he could hear it in his ears.
"Let me know if it hurts."
"Idiot, I'm so wet there's no way it would hurt— YAAHHH!"
Overcome by primal hunger amd desire, Fuutarou shoved his pelvis forward, driving himself against her in one powerful slam. Piercing through her with one thrust. God, she was so impossibly tight even though she was also soaking wet. A gush of thick girl juice oozed from her as the empty space inside her vagina was suddenly stuffed with cock.
"Sorry!" Fuutarou apologized as soon as he heard her reaction and began drawing back, just as he felt Nino's muscular sheath gripped his length insistently, refusing to let go. "Did I—"
Nino wrapped her legs around him, thighs and calves holding him in place still inside her.
"Don't!" she hissed between gasps for air. "Keep going, Fuu-kun… fuck me as hard as you can!" She crossed her legs at the ankles, turning them into pincers.
Fuutarou stared at her for the briefest of moments, as he stayed completely where he was. Taking a deep breath, the young man pushed his hips forward again, and moaned as he felt Nino's body part and spread itself for him. Her pink labia stretched to its maximum, her rubbery tunnel expanding as it struggled to accommodate his length and girth. He wasn't sure how far he made it before he began drawing back, looking down and seeing his shaft that was now thickly coated in her honey.
Nino gasped, her pupils growing larger. Her mouth hung open as she clenched her eyes shut, her cheeks a vivid, hot crimson. "God, I feel it. I feel everything~!"
Fuutarou pushed in again, and again felt open. This time he hit bottom, his cock head pressing tightly against the rubbery opening of her cervix. The deepest and most secret part of her womanhood, the entrance to her womb. The core of her very being. Nino gave a little cry, her back arching as her hips rose, trying to meet his thrust with her own.
Back he went, then forward, a bit faster this time, his pelvis rolling slightly. Her breasts heaved, rising with her ragged breathing, those hard pink nips dangling before him like succulent strawberries surrounded by cream.
"Ah… Nino…" he didn't know what to say, but for some reason, he knew he had to say something. "I-Is it good?"
"It's great…" she moaned, looking at him with eyes which had started to lose their focus. "It doesn't hurt too much." As she said that, he felt her cunt gripped him like a hand, her muscles clenching and releasing in succession. "When did you get so— ohh… s-so big…?"
He wasn't really any bigger than any of the other times she'd had him, but she was as tight as the day he took her virginity.
"Should we… ah, do you want some lube?" he asked out of concern.
She shook her head. "Just keep going, please? I can handle it."
Fuutarou swallowed, but his throat had gone dry. He ran a hand up her right thigh, grabbing the back of her knee and lifting it onto his shoulder. This motion made her pelvis rotate slightly and opened her up even more. He thrust forward, keeping one hand on the floor and resting the other against her breast, his fingers sinking into the soft mound.
"Gaahhhh~!" Nino grunted, the sudden change in his angle of attack producing more stimulation, sending spikes of bliss right to her brain. He could feel her heart pounding away in her chest almost as clearly as he could feel his own — and as clearly as the throbbing from their joined sexes.
She was trembling and gasping when he thrust again, then again and again. In a few seconds he began to establish a rhythm, his pole pistoning steadily in and out of her delicious wet sleeve as more and more of Nino's juices flowed around him. Her hole stretched, her thin labia quivering like lips on a mouth. Little by little, she got wetter, which in turn made it easier for him to penetrate her. And it was heavenly.
"Yes, that's it~!" Nino brought her hands up and ran them across his chest. "F-Faster! Harder!"
"I won't last long like that!" Fuutarou grunted, bottoming out inside her again.
"Idiot, after all this, don't you dare leave me hanging!"
No, he wouldn't dare. But he wasn't ready to speed up just yet. Slowly thrusting his pelvis, taking his time tenderizing her hot loins, he bent down and kissed her chest. Then he found her nipple with the same hand he'd placed on her breast and rolled the hard pearl between his fingers.
The added stimulation triggered a new round of moans from the naked redhead beneath him. He teased her like this for nearly a minute, watching her react as he touched different bits, listening for the change in pitch in her moans and short breaths.
Finally, when he thought he was ready, he pulled himself completely from her pussy and wrenched both her legs upwards, holding her by the ankles, her feet now higher than his head. Holding her like this, he leaned forward, nearly bending her double. Then he lined himself up with her slit again and thrust, slamming his hips squarely into her tender bottom.
"Ahhhhhghh~!" Nino's eyes and mouth flew wide open, the change in position adding to her stimulation. He drove his meat into her again. His cock head flattening her cervix, and causing the rubbery mouth to give way and accept him.
Panting and groaning, hearing Nino's high-pitched moaning and watching her sweat-slick red face, he began pounding her in earnest, putting into each stroke as much force as he could with his swinging pelvis. Nino's face lit up with joy, her breasts jiggling energetically. Her grip on him tightened, the muscles of her stomach growing taut. Fuutarou grit his teeth and let his hips take over.
Their bodies smashed together as their cries and moans mingled in the room, the air around them made hot by their wild lovemaking. Her cunt refused to let him go on the way out then parted for him in turn when he pushed forward. Grabbing and squeezing him.
"Ah… ah… Ni-Nino, it's so tight!"
"Fuu-kun~! God, Fuu-kun! Deeper~! More! Fuck me more~~!" Nino clawed at his arms and back as he leaned ever forward, giving her what she wants, progressively increasing the angle of his fucking, driving deep into her and creating more friction.
Fuutarou kept pounding, his mind and body focused on this singular task. He pistoned energetically into her folds, hoping to deliver as much pleasure with his body as he was extracting from hers. In and out. In and out. In and out. His dick dripped wet, moistened by her dew and their sweat and his own pre-cum, their fluids all mixing together like their passions. Becoming one like their bodies.
Now removed from all social constraints, they were more like rutting animals than teenagers; more like wild rabbits in heat than students. Using what little leverage she had, Nino lifted herself to meet his strokes, her bottom rising from the floor, her hips thrusting, taking him whole.
Her hands roamed his body, searching for something to grab, just as his hungry eyes moved freely over her form, watching her massive breasts bounce like jelly and occasionally seizing a handful of flesh for squeezing between his outstretched fingers. He wanted to touch every part of her, and feel her, and hear those lewd noises she made when stuffed with raw passion.
Fuutarou did not hear Nino cum. But he certainly felt it.
Her whole body tensed, her muscles convulsing as her mouth shot open in a silent ecstatic scream. Her pussy clenched hard, wrapping itself around every inch of his manhood with an iron grip, her chest heaving. A thick stream of juice erupted from her, wetting him and spraying to the floor like a cascade of pungent, messy honey.
In a way, with his cock still firmly lodged inside her, it was like riding a thrashing bull, though Nino was considerably more attractive yet no less dangerous when she wanted to be. He couldn't even continue fucking her for long — all he could do was hold on.
Finally, as the wave of orgasm crested and broke, her voice returned.
"OOOhhh, GODDD… OH, SHIIIIT! I'M CUMMMIIINNG!"
She thrashed and moaned, kicking her legs as the power of pleasure overwrote her conscious control over her body. But it was her pussy's rapid clenching and spasming which proved decisive for Fuutarou. The additional grip from her ribbed cunt sleeve produced increased friction, squeezing him tightly. His thrusting slowed, sweat dripping down from his teen frame, then suddenly he felt his prostate and testicles throb, sending a pulse through his cock.
He couldn't hold it anymore. There wasn't even time for doubt or hesitation. Pure instinct took over, his body knowing at once what he should do.
With a grunt, Fuutarou slammed himself fully within her and stayed there, buried from head to root, and he closed his eyes as he began to cum. His rational mind went totally blank, his thoughts flushing away and leaving behind only a pulsating wave of ecstasy which drowned his whole world in a body-consuming climax. He shivered, his bare chest expanding as he struggled to breathe, pouring load after load of his sticky, gooey boy cream right into Nino's squelching girl pouch in an endless spurting tide.
He was coming inside, just like their first time — just like he wasn't supposed to do without some protection. But at that moment, neither teen cared. They'd both lost their sense to the cravings and needs from their bodies. Nino was so wet and warm and welcoming that nothing on Earth could have made him stop.
Fuutarou gasped, matching Nino's grunts and moans with a concert of his own, and in his mind it was as if everything else ceased to be. He filled her up, pumping and pumping inside with each powerful spasm.
Nothing can last forever, though. Eventually, as the orgasm receded, Fuutarou's hips began slowly thrusting again on their own. Nino's legs spread like the ends of a compass and he collapsed forward between them, coming to rest right atop her, his stomach pressed to hers, his chest on her bountiful breasts. She was gasping and riding the ripples that were still shooting through her, but somehow had enough left to wrap her arms around him and hold him close, his head in the crook of her neck. Her pussy kept grabbing him even as the convulsions faded, seeking to extract every last drop of semen from him.
Slowly, the hard panting shifted into more steady breathing, and after another minute Fuutarou finally realized just where he was and what he was doing. Nino, trapped between him and the rough concrete floor, took even longer.
"I… I did it inside again…" he managed, his voice low and hoarse from all the moaning he'd done. "I'm sorry, Nino…"
Nino didn't even bother trying to close her legs — not that she really could with him lying where he was. She was completely splayed, one foot resting on the floor, hugging him. Her eyes fluttered open slowly. A very satisfied smile appeared on her sweaty face.
"Idiot, I don't care anymore…" she muttered tiredly, while thick globs of Fuutarou's cum oozed from her gapping slit. Even though she was tired, she still forced herself to look up towards him and smile. "My body is yours… my soul… my... womb… I'm yours, Fuu-kun…"
"Nino…" Fuutarou responded weakly. Despite his tired state, he still heard those words clearly and he couldn't help but widen his eyes in shock. Did he really hear those words from her? She couldn't possibly be kidding too. There was no way she would joke around at a time like this.
As his heartbeat and breathing settled, his member slowly went limp in her mess. Her hands moved up his back and brushed into his blonde hair. He felt her chest expand underneath him, her nipples poking him.
"…and… you better not forget it," Nino croaked, bringing his head down so she could peck him on the cheek. She closed her eyes again, lingering in the afterglow that followed her climax, before stating the obvious. "That was so good."
"Yeah," Fuutarou wholeheartedly agreed.
He wasn't sure how much longer they lay like this, their bodies pressed together, but eventually he pushed himself off her, his skin literally peeling off from hers as their sweat and other fluids had become sticky. His member, coated in secretions, slipped free amidst the surge of thick white semen she was still leaking.
Seeing the state he'd left Nino in, Fuutarou quickly pulled up his pants, tucking his penis in with care, and retrieved her panties from his pocket, using them to wipe away the worst of his cum from her quivering, slightly agape pussy, but when he accidentally rubbed against her clit, Nino yelped and kicked, but he simply dodged it.
"H-Hey! It's too sensitive there right now!"
Fuutarou ignored her, using the panties to soak up the drying fluids down to her asshole. He hadn't really paid much attention to this particular hole — Nino's dirtiest and tightest — but now that he rubbed his finger along the raised puckered circumference and watched in amusement as the soft anus quivered and contracted, Nino moaned. She propped herself up on her elbows with some effort and looked down at him between her spread legs.
Pushing more firmly against the opening, Fuutarou felt it resist. He wrapped the panties around that same digit and pushed again, and this time her butthole opened, chewing on his finger and cotton panties.
"Hey," Nino whined, flushing once she realized what he was doing. "W-W-Wait! That's where I poop from!"
"I told you we might need these later," Fuutarou simply stated.
Rather than continue her protests, Nino just raised her hands and covered her shamed face. Fuutarou, meanwhile, continued stuffing more of her panties inside her asshole, watching almost with a kind of drunken zeal as the flimsy cloth vanished within her until only a small remnant was left hanging out like a white rabbit's tail.
Nino was mewling softly, absently rolling her head from side to side and rocking her hips as the manipulation of such a sensitive area had its effect.
"I can't believe you did that," she muttered. "I can't believe you did that…"
"Says the one who used a buttplug the moment she found out what it does," he retorted, causing her to shut up with a considerable blush on her cheeks.
Honestly, Fuutarou couldn't believe what he just did either. Then again, he could hardly believe anything he had just done — it all still seemed dreamy and unreal. He moved forward, nearly straddling her. With one hand, he took her ball gag and with the other, moved her hands away from her face. She was blushing hard, but even though her eyes were foggy with passion she had no trouble holding Fuutarou's admiring gaze as he returned the gag to her lips, pushing the ball between her teeth and silencing her again.
"You have no idea how good that looks on you, Nino," Fuutarou told her softly with a smile. He kissed her cheek just above the strap keeping the gag in place. "Thank you for letting me do this, and… for everything else."
"Yffgg wellllcoooff."
He gave her leash a quick tug and soon had her on her hands and knees again, this time with a cute wrinkled panty-tail dangling between her flustered buttocks. He patted her behind playfully and led her out.
"Let's go back, then?" Fuutarou suggested. Nino nodded, before he remembered something important. "Oh, and no funny stuff in the elevator. What we did was enough for one night. Twenty spanks on each cheek if you don't follow."
Nino looked annoyed that he saw through her and suddenly felt the urge to go with it anyway since she liked being punished by him, but gave up on the thought in the end. He was right. What they did was enough and she was sure that she won't even be able to masturbate properly if she tried later on.
She started up the steps, not needing to stand this time. He followed, leash in hand and eyes on her ass. He felt his member stiffen reflexively once more, though only halfway. A full erection was impossible, and probably would be for a few hours.
They made it back to the penthouse in less than ten minutes, with Nino behaving well the whole way. Nevertheless, both were panting and completely covered in sweat as they slipped through the door and closed it after them.
He led her to her room, but not into her bed. As they fell into each other's arms and melted to the floor, he pulled out her gag and kissed her, even though he knew where those lips had been. He didn't care. He should never waste a chance to kiss a girl like Nino. He quickly got naked, for the sake of fairness. They were too tired for fucking.
Instead, the pair simply made out, kissing and touching the other's bodies a bit until sleep claimed them as they lay quiet with nothing except their own nude bodies for warmth, and even less between them.
Yawning as she entered the kitchen, Ichika was struck by how empty it was. Normally, around this time, Nino would have already made breakfast and calling them all out to eat. Now there was only a strange silence. Well, she couldn't really complain about that. Had it been up to her, she'd return to bed and just sleep some more, but she couldn't.
Ichika turned on the coffee maker and headed to Nino's bedroom. As much as she could sympathize with Nino regarding sleeping later than usual, the second quint was the one who cooks breakfast for them and she couldn't dodge that responsibility.
Knocking on his door, she received no answer, causing Ichika to frown. It wasn't like Nino to oversleep. Worse, it was not like him to saddle her sisters with her responsibilities. Making coffee was one thing, but there was no way Ichika can make them all breakfast. She knocked again. Still no answer.
"Nino, it's late," she said, grabbing the door handle. "Don't you have to cook—"
Suddenly, the door opened and the sight that greeted her afterwards completely stopped her in her tracks. "Fuutarou-kun? What are you doing inside Nino's room?"
"I'm sorry," Fuutarou said, and before Ichika could overcome her surprise and ask what was going on, he added. His hair seemed wild and messy for some reason. "When I went to sleep last night, Nino woke me up and invited me here. Says she couldn't handle letting me stay at the couch. Please don't open the door. I'm trying to fix something."
"Oh… okay." Ichika almost left it at that, since she wasn't like her other sisters. She knew the logic behind Nino's actions to let Fuutarou sleep in her room and didn't question it further, but then a thought hit her. "Wait. So, if you are there, then where's Nino?"
There was a pause, then Fuutarou said, "Ah, she's still sleeping. Actually, we were both still sleeping until you knocked."
Her eyes started to grow wide out of shock. "She's in there with you?" Despite feeling sleepy, Ichika couldn't help herself. "You two aren't doing anything naughty in there, are you?"
Now the answer came really quickly.
"Of course not! She's still asleep!"
Ichika giggled. She wasn't a morning person by any means, but teasing Fuutarou certainly helped to get a reaction out of her. "Well, I should probably wake her up then," she added once the laughter subsided. "Nino's normally the one who makes breakfast and I'm sure that Itsuki's gonna go crazy if she wakes up and doesn't see any food on the table… again. Everyone has their responsibilities, including Nino, and she can't ignore them."
Ichika was about to slide into the room, but he blocked her path. "No need to worry! I'll do it for you. I'll wake her up and tell her to go downstairs to make breakfast. You just wait over there, alright?"
The oldest sister blinked in surprise, before she raised an eyebrow at him. "You sure? Nino might scream her head off when you're the first thing she sees in the morning, and we don't need her waking the whole building up." Ichika knew what her sister was like, and she could tell that Nino wouldn't like the face of a boy to be the first thing that greets her eyes when she wakes up.
Fuutarou gave her a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, I'll handle it."
Ichika just shrugged and finally left the room alone. She returned to the kitchen, where she poured herself some coffee and took her seat on the table. It was only until a few minutes later that Nino came padding around the kitchen table, her long red hair a dishdidn'tled mess, her cheeks pink. The shirt she wore seemed just about ready to fall off her shoulders, and her eyes were sleepy.
Wiping a hand over her lips, she looked surprised upon seeing Ichika at the table. She then touched the hem of her shirt and tugged it down slightly. It barely reached her thighs even with this effort.
"Good morning, Nino," Ichika said, before a familiar smirk took over her face. "Even though we all agreed that Fuutarou-kun will just sleep on the couch, you still went ahead and made him sleep in your room. Could it be perhaps… you were planning to make some moves on Fuutarou-kun?"
Nino swallowed, like her mouth was full of something. "Maybe or maybe not, who knows," she murmured. Her voice was unusually thick. "I have to brush my teeth, but I'll get started on breakfast right after."
With that, Nino hurried into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her.
"Was Nino acting strange or something? Weird," Ichika thought, as she noticed another one of her sisters walk down the staircase while rubbing her eyes, still looking sleepy.
"Morning, Ichika…" Itsuki yawned.
"Good morning, Itsuki-chan," the first quint chuckled nervously, knowing what her younger sister had in mind at the moment. She was about to say that Nino was on her way to preparing some food but it was too late. Itsuki had already made herself comfortable in her seat and looked down, expecting a delicious breakfast cooked by Nino, only to see nothing.
"WHHHYYYYYYY?!" Itsuki wailed, crying over the missing presence of food on the table as Ichika went over to her younger sister and began to comfort her.
Such is the life of a gluttonous redhead.
I said Nino was my bitch, didn't I?