Disclaimer: Gotoubun no Hanayome doesn't belong to me, nor its characters.
While waiting for the rice to cook, Fuutarou Uesugi simply stood nearby and watched his girlfriend from a distance as she worked with the girls in her group to prepare the curry. The second-year students have all been split into groups to prepare tonight's dinner, with one dedicated to washing dishes and utensils, four are in charge of cooking rice and curry, while the remaining ones are chopping wood to be used for the bonfire tomorrow.
If he had to be honest, Fuutarou had no trust in his redheaded girlfriend that she wouldn't do anything 'suspicious' while they were still out here in the open. Nino might try to restrain herself, but there was no guarantee that she wouldn't break her word and who knows? He'll see her playing with herself and then he'll have to lead her away before anyone could see her.
He soon realized, however, that being well-plugged in her butthole seemed to have a calming effect on the redhead's usual fiery and haughty personality. And the blush on her face lingered a lot longer than normal, too. There were even a few instances where she looked shy around her classmates and fellow students, but she quickly switched back to her haughty demeanor every time it happened. No doubt it was due to either the sex toy that was plunged into her anus, or her growing arousal from being like this with many people around.
Either way, the preparations for tonight's events have been quiet for the most part, in terms of the two teenagers actually interacting with each other. Both were busy with their respective tasks to be having a conversation.
At some point, however, the two did manage to talk to each other after Nino was finished cooking her portion of the curry. She approached Fuutarou, who was resting — leaning against a tree and just watching everyone else — after helping Itsuki with carrying the props needed for the test of courage.
After making sure that nobody else was around to see her, she gave her boyfriend a loving kiss on the lips. "I can feel it, this thing up my ass. You wouldn't believe how nice it is. By the way, thanks for letting me wear panties. They're gonna be soaked soon," she giggled.
Fuutarou smiled, nodding. "As long as you're not playing with yourself, you're good. I'm not going to like it if other people see my girlfriend masturbating for no reason."
"Oh, is my boyfriend getting jealous of other people seeing me~?" Nino teased, before grabbing his hand reassuringly. "But don't worry about that, Fuu-kun. The only one who has the privilege of seeing me like that is you. If it was anyone else, I'd give them a beating they'll never forget."
"Good, if you keep it up, I'll lessen the punishment I'm supposed to give you this morning." He moved his fingers slightly and knotted them with hers. "I want you to be a good girl today. And I think we have to think of a new safeword to use. You said you wanted 'Please', but we both know that the meaning behind that word depends on what we're doing."
Nino leaned closer, nuzzling her head against his shoulder. "I trust you."
"This isn't about trust." Fuutarou felt peeved with that answer. Sure, without trust none of this would be possible, but Nino seemed to have developed the impression that picking a safeword somehow detracted from that. "This is about being safe. It's about me knowing that you are fine and comfortable. I don't know if you noticed, but I'm making this up as I go; just trying to do the best I can. And you're not exactly the easiest person to read at most times, that even your sisters have a hard time doing that. It doesn't feel right having to guess if you're really okay with something or if you don't like it but you're being brave."
"Defiant, that's the word you want," Nino corrected him. "Stubborn. Pigheaded."
He sighed. "It doesn't matter what you call it. The point is the same, and I don't want to risk it. I know there are lines I shouldn't cross, and I'm trying to be careful. But sometimes I have no idea where the line is, considering the crazy things that you come up with in your diary." Fuutarou turned his upper body towards her, giving her more of his shoulder to lean against, and put an arm around her waist. "So, I think you should pick a word. If you don't, I'll pick it. But it should be you."
Sighing in defeat, Nino pressed her lips together and thought for a moment. Then she raised her head and locked her eyes to his. "Fine. I suppose you do make a point and trust me, I wouldn't like it either if we went too far." She frowned, before she began to come up with a possible safeword. "I think… ah, how about 'Please fuck me sore, Fuu-sama, and fill me up'?"
Fuutarou deadpanned. "Nino, I'm serious."
She just gave him an innocent grin. "Well then, what do you think about 'Please stop, Daddy'?" Nino asked him with complete sincerity.
He blushed upon hearing that statement, before he quickly shook it off. "Nino, it needs to be a word I can say too. There is no way in hell that I'll be able to say what you just suggested," he said in a firm tone.
"You? Why? It's not likely you'll find yourself on the receiving end of a paddle." She frowned. "Unless you're into that, in which case I'm sorry but I am definitely not into that. I like to be the one punished instead."
Fuutarou sighed. "If you want to be funny about this, I'll just have it be something like 'Bald Rat'," he suggested, as it was the first thing that came to his mind.
"Boring," Nino deadpanned.
Right, it sounded completely boring now that he thought about it. And disturbing for some reason. "'Because you're worth it'?" he asked. "Ah, I know. 'Just do it'? "
"You're just saying whatever comes to mind now. I won't have my safeword be a tagline from a damn TV commercial." Nino's face turned serious. "Fine, then. How about 'I give'? It's short, clear, and straight to the point. Is that fine with you?"
The young man thought about it for a moment. "I think it's a fitting one. Alright then, we'll have it as our safeword."
Nino nodded. "Good. So we'll use that for both of us then. I still don't know why you need one, but I guess if that's what you feel, I shouldn't complain."
Fuutarou shook his head at her and smirked. "I know you too well. You'll complain anyway, only in secret."
Nino looked comically offended. "My stupid boyfriend, you know the color of my panties and you know there's a rubber toy up my ass and you know what my pussy tastes like, so what possible secrets can I have? A collared girl has no secrets from her master."
Before he could give any answer to her words, Fuutarou caught a glimpse of someone approaching them from the corner of his eye. He quickly acted, pushing Nino away from him slightly so that there would be some distance between them. Nino jerked upright all of a sudden, her face twisting briefly as the plug in her rectum no doubt tapped against a sensitive spot. She shifted her feet slightly before turning to Fuutarou.
"W-What the hell are you doing?!" she sputtered, but Fuutarou had his attention elsewhere.
"Uesugi-kun? What are you doing here? And why is Nino with you?"
Upon hearing that familiar voice, Nino immediately moved away from him, although only slightly just to avoid arousing suspicion regarding what they were really up to. She turned towards her youngest sister, who donned a confused look on her face upon seeing the two all alone and away from everyone else.
Fuutarou only shrugged. "Nothing really. We were just talking about what we think of this school trip so far. Honestly, I'm starting to get bored but then again, there's the test of courage later on, right?"
As if she was doubting his words, Itsuki turned to Nino for confirmation, as the second sister folded her arms and rolled her eyes. "Well, all I've done so far is cook, so you can't blame me for being bored too, Itsuki."
Itsuki couldn't exactly disagree with her sisters, because she too was feeling underwhelmed about things so far. Most of her disappointment had to do with the fact that she was feeling really hungry, while the rest of it agreed with the two about being bored. Still, she was working on something really important that might be helpful in making this trip more memorable…
"W-Well, with the test of courage almost done, you could go try it out later on, Nino. Perhaps with Yotsuba or any of our sisters. Uesugi-kun and I just have to set up everything and it'll be all set!" Itsuki smiled, clapping her hands together happily.
Fuutarou blinked. "Wait, are we doing that now?" he asked, earning a nod from the fifth sister. "Alright. You can go on ahead. I just want to say a few things to your sister here."
"Very well. I will see you there, Uesugi-kun." Itsuki nodded once again, and just as she was about to turn around and walk away, Nino's voice had stopped her in her tracks.
"Heh. Are you sure you're not scared yourself? Maybe when that thing starts, you'll be the one running away instead of the people you're supposed to scare off," she smirked.
Itsuki looked petrified, and it seemed unclear whether she was shocked that her sister would say such a thing, or because it was true. "I-I-I won't do such a thing…! I was given this responsibility, and I will not fail because of a fear that I have," she began rubbing her arm nervously, while her face turned into a deeper shade of red. "B-Besides… Uesugi-kun will be with me for the duration of the challenge…"
"Huh?" Nino frowned in confusion, wondering why Itsuki mentioned her boyfriend.
The fifth quintuplet shook her head frantically as she desperately tried to eliminate the red hue from her cheeks. "N-Nothing…!" In the end, she chose to look down in order to hide her blush from her sister and her tutor. There's no way she can keep on talking to them with her feeling like this. "Please make it quick, Uesugi-kun. I won't be able to set up everything we need on my own…"
With that, Itsuki had left the two on their own. They kept their gazes towards the youngest sister for a few moments, until Fuutarou had turned to his girlfriend and shrugged. "I guess this is it. I have to go help your sister. I expect you to be a good girl," Fuutarou said that last statement with firmness in his tone, as though he was warning her not to disobey him.
"I'm a good girl," Nino assured him. Her blush had mostly faded — which Itsuki miraculously didn't notice — but there was still a faint red tint on her cheeks that refused to fade. He could well imagine why. "And if not, I have a cute butt you can whip."
He smirked. "If that's the case, then I want you to do something for me. You have to do this before you go to the test of courage because if you don't, I'll use a whip to punish your butt instead of my belt."
"W-What is it?" she asked submissively, leaning closer to make sure she heard him clearly. Her blush had skyrocketed, but it didn't mean she wasn't eager to know what Fuutarou wanted her to do.
Later that night, before leaving with everyone else, Nino did as she was instructed as she snuck into the bathroom and pulled out the pink egg-shaped vibe that she brought with her for this trip. Biting back a moan, she inserted it inside her hot, moist slit, then she switched it on and for a glorious moment, Nino felt her body come alive with electric pleasure. Turning the setting down took all her willpower, but in the end, after panting and fumbling with her wet fingers, she managed. Waiting a moment for her over-excited body to calm down, she finally slid the battery box inside the waistband of her panties to hold it in place; with the pink cable leading to the egg dangling from the narrow red and white gusset between her thighs.
That was the easy (not really) part. Since the test of courage required two participants, Nino had no choice but to go with another person, that being Yotsuba. The vibrator became more than annoying the entire time, forcing her innards to tighten around it which also made her more aware of the plug in the rectum. Before heading into the dark forest, Nino had thought she'd go mad and had begun rocking her hips, grinding her pussy as discreetly as she could but had to stop herself before Yotsuba could notice her actions.
It got worse from there, because they were walking. Wearing a knee-length skirt, she could easily tuck the vibrator's battery box under it and stuff it into her panties, out of sight but not out of mind. It was so hard not to think about the growing arousal in her loins, especially when this is what Fuutarou told her to do, meaning that this is a part of his plan for later on.
"Nothing I can't do," Nino told herself, clenching her teeth against the vibration as she tried to look normal, fighting the intense urge to rub her thighs together. She could feel the heat on her face, and her heartbeat was also elevated. But Yotsuba was literally beside her right now. Her sister may not be bright, but she isn't blind to what she sees. Nino had to calm down. Somehow.
The first thing that came to mind was that she should stop thinking naughty thoughts, which proved much harder than she'd assumed. "What were you supposed to think about in this situation?" Nino wondered. Baseball? She didn't like baseball. Politics? Cooking? Food? Clothes? Those two dogs the other day going at it and she imagined it could be her and Fuu-k—
Aw, dammit, there went that idea. This was going to be a long, long walk.
Eventually, she decided that evasion was the best course of action. She kept her head low without saying a word or talking to her sister, the whole time holding her legs together and trying to cover her crotch with her hands as casually as she could.
Even so, she could also feel the wetness oozing out of her aroused slit and working its way down her thighs. It was this sensation which made her reach down and run her gloved fingers gently along her pussy. It was a damn miracle that Yotsuba had her attention elsewhere, anticipating almost anything that might jump into their way with the intention to scare them off.
"God, I will go mad," Nino thought in an increasingly desperate inner voice. "I haven't wanted to masturbate this bad since I learned what masturbation was and couldn't get enough. And it's my stupid boyfriend making me like this. And it's so shameful and degrading, and that just makes me love it even more."
Before she knew it, indeed before she could stop herself, her fingers had taken a life of their own and began stroking her swollen vulva, now engorged with increased blood flow and throbbing.
Nino slapped her hand away immediately, but it didn't make the feeling in her cunt less agonizing. "Please, please, please, let's finish this so I can get fucked!" She wouldn't disobey orders. That wouldn't do. Fuutarou had told her to be a good girl before their time together and she absolutely would. Nino smiled. For her boyfriend, she'd be anything he wanted.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of walking, the two girls were stopped in their tracks by two other teenagers, one with a killer clown mask on his face and the other donning a vampire outfit along with fake fangs. Naturally, Yotsuba was frightened by their presence but quickly got over it when she realized it was only her sister and Fuutarou. Nino wasn't scared at all and even commented on how boring their efforts were, causing Itsuki to feel sad and begin to think that she wasn't able to live up to everyone's expectations.
After receiving a certain look from Fuutarou, Nino tried to make it up to her and apologize for her words, only for a weird whooshing sound to ring in their ears, which undoubtedly came from the forest. In truth, it was just the wind hitting the trees but unfortunately, Itsuki didn't seem to think that way and began to panic.
"Uwaaaaaa! I can't take this anymore! I'm sorry!" she burst into tears as she began to run off, not looking back for a second out of fear.
Yotsuba began chasing after her a few seconds later. "Itsuki, wait! Don't wander off on your own!" she called out.
With that, the only remaining people there were Fuutarou and Nino, with both looking dumbfounded at what just happened. None of them did anything for a few moments, when the young man then saw the opportunity presented to them by this series of events.
"So," Fuutarou said. "How were you doing without me?"
His words managed to snap the girl out of her thoughts, as she frowned deeply. "Frustrating. Let's go, idiot," Nino demanded, grabbing Fuutarou's hand a little more roughly than she intended. "We're sneaking away. Now."
Unable to control herself anymore, the redheaded girl led her companion deeper into the forest, eager to find a spot where they could do their business without being interrupted in any way. After walking for some time, they found a tiny clearing surrounded by trees, and the center of it was lit up by the moon above.
Yet Nino had no time to really consider any of this as Fuutarou pinned her against a tree, cupping her face in his hands and devoured her with an eager, starving kiss. Nino, to her surprise, responded immediately, returning his action with a hug and reciprocating the kiss, gently at first, then matching his fierceness. Nino pressed herself against him as well, not caring that their clothes were getting ruined from their movements. Then her hands went down and began undoing his pants. It was here when Fuutarou grabbed her wrist and stopped her.
Pulling back, their lips smeared and saliva dangling from their chins, he looked into her eyes. "Wait, Nino."
"Wait for what?" she growled, her body throbbing in its need for him. The wait had been too long. She wanted him. "Do you want me to beg? God, I will, okay? I'll even get on my knees and kiss your feet. I don't care anymore. Just please, PLEASE give me your dick, Fuu-kun! And please take this vibe out. It's driving me mad! My pussy can't take it!"
She would have kept going if Fuutarou had not kissed her again, both his arms on her waist as he turned them around and slowly pushed her downwards to the ground. Then he was lowering her onto it, laying her out and sliding above her. Nino raised her hands, placing them against his shoulders but making no effort to push him off.
When the kiss broke, she gasped deeply for air, her trembling breasts and painfully hard nipples straining against her blouse, as desperate for relief as her pussy and ass. And the vibration continued. Undiminished, unyielding, spreading pleasure and yet incapable of giving her what she desired most.
"Your pussy, or you?" Fuutarou asked, and he was grinning, his eyes soft and yet also pervertedly amused.
"Baka!" Working almost without thinking, Nino let her hands move downwards, finding Fuutarou's waist, pulling his shirt out, then firmly grabbing his buttocks frmly with her hands. "PLEASE!" she squirmed as she groaned, clearly having surrendered the last of her modesty to her lust.
Meanwhile, Fuutarou's lips had begun descending her neck, kissing her collarbone before reaching her breasts, her top being so thin that he could see the shape of her teats pushing against the cloth. He didn't waste any time and unbuttoned her blouse and nearly ripped it open, exposing her bare breasts into the cold night.
"Nino," he whispered, diving down to clasp his mouth on a nipple, sucking it into his mouth and flicking his tongue across, "You really hate wearing a bra, don't you?"
"I-Idiot! Now is not the time for this!" she moaned, spreading her legs so he could settle himself between them. "Take this thing off already…" she trailed and gave a soft cry as Fuutarou bit her nipple. "Ahhhh!"
"I want to take it off, Nino," he said as he released the nipple with a slightly, delicious tug, and moved to the other. "But if you are still wearing it, that's because I want you to."
"Oh… mnnn," she held back a moan. "So you mean to torture me. Is that it?"
Fuutarou sucked on the nipple with the intensity of a nursing child, then raised his head, saliva smeared across his lips, and locked eyes with her. "Maybe a little." He grinned, and she shivered in utter, complete, addicting helplessness. For someone who'd always enjoyed being on top, losing all control never felt so good.
"Do it then," Nino hissed, the fog of arousal thickening her voice. As her body continued to steam inside its prison, she grabbed him and pulled him closer, shoving her hips upwards against his stomach. "I'm yours."
Fuutarou gave no reply, nor did he need to. Nino's declaration only voiced the extremely obvious; she had completely surrendered, and her body open and willing, a toy for Fuutarou's pleasure. And she was fine with that.
The young man continued stimulating her breasts for a few more minutes, swirling his tongue in circles around the stressed cups, then planting kisses along her skin. As he used his mouth on one side, his hand squeezed the other, outstretched fingers digging into the soft flesh. The sensation sent waves of pleasure across her squirming body, and when she gasped for breath, her chest expanded with life and lust.
"Don't touch your body until I say so," Fuutarou ordered her, lifting his head and quickly kissing a new trail down her flat, heaving stomach, across her navel, then swirling his tongue in the hollow of her belly button.
Nino opened her mouth, intending to argue, but only a sharp, mewl-like moan came out, accompanied with other lesser noises like a puppy suddenly begging. It was shameful and filled Nino's proud heart with humiliation, yet this only drove her desire and arousal further. Taking one breast in each hand, Fuutarou slithered even lower, finally arriving at the most important part of her anatomy. With her skirt getting in the way, he pulled it off her completely. Nino raised her hips to help him do so… as he saw something that caused him to smirk.
"Nino," he whispered, his voice hoarse, face rwd with his own lust. "Look."
She raised her head and looked down her body, between her rising breasts, down her stomach, now smeared with Fuutarou's saliva. At first, she didn't understand what she was supposed to see, then… she noticed.
"Oh…" Nino gasped, her face achieving a hotter and redder color than ever before, almost like she was wearing a mask that had the same color as her hair. "Oh no…"
The effects of arousal on her body were, of course, nothing new. Nino was no stranger to them from the time she began masturbating to her first proper sexual experiences with Fuutarou and even while being punished. Hard nipples, hard clit, wetness, heat, and the like. And she knew that increased blood flow to her private parts made them grow flustered and swollen. But she had never seen it like this. She wore her panties, had a toy shoved up her ass, and a vibe in her cunt, and as her nether regions swelled, it molded her underwear perfectly so that it wasn't just the wet spot anymore but a raised, noticeable, engorged mound, complete with a well-defined outer labia, a slit and the bump of her erect clitoris. What was more, there was so much wetness it had started to seep out through the semipermeable material, oozing in a clear rivulet down the curve of her vulva and in between her ass cheeks.
"You're really ready for this, aren't you?" Fuutarou said, smiling a gentle but pleased smile, no doubt enjoying the mess he'd made of her body.
"And I'm letting him," Nino thought, amazed she could still think at all. "And I love it. And I want more."
"God, Fuu-kun… you've… you… what have you done to me?" Bringing her hands up, Nino covered her shame and lust filled face. She expected that Fuutarou would go right back to working on her, and when he didn't, spread her fingers and looked at him. "Huh?"
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked with a gentle look.
She quickly scowled. "No! Absolutely not! I haven't said the safeword, have I?"
Fuutarou nodded. "Okay. Just checking." He shifted himself backwards on the ground, allowing him to bend down more fully so he could press his mouth against her leaking cunt and run his tongue over her slit, but not before tearing off her panties that were completely wet by now.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Nino uttered her loudest moan yet, her body jerking convulsively at the huge surge in pleasure shooting up her spine, overwhelming all other sensation and pushing aside her higher cognitive function. From there, instinct took her, and her body reacted.
Encouraged by her reaction, Fuutarou started licking her pussy, pressing his tongue firmly and driving it inside her wet crease without hesitation. Soon he was making a noise like a cat lapping up milk, only in this case it was her warm sex honey right from the pot.
Nino, or rather Nino's out-of-control body, raised her legs and wrapped them around her tutor, closing like pincers, trapping him and preventing escape. Her hands moved down, running back into her hair, holding him but too weak to guide him. He had to do that on his own. And he did, working with a certainty learned from experience and fearlessness. She gasped as he found her clitoris, the little pearl that was her love button throbbing, begging to be played with.
Fuutarou licked it, swirled his tongue around it, then down her slit again, gathering more of her juices, sliding his slimy pink muscle as far into her clenching cunt as his tongue could take him. And all the while Nino felt her climax draw closer, her body squirming and shaking, mouth and eyes going wide with the building pressure deep in her abdomen. There was so much heat around her pussy and breasts, and with that damn vibrator still buzzing away and the penetration of Fuutarou's tongue, and the plug in her ass, and everything else, it was like she was going to explode… literally.
Glancing down again, she noticed, through watery eyes, how Fuutarou now had his face, stained with her secretions, buried up to the nose in her sex, with her clit standing noticeably just above. It was this sight, more than anything he did, which pushed her over the edge.
"Ahhh—I-I-I'm c-com—" she didn't even get a chance for a warning before the orgasm hit and removed her ability to speak before sending her into a storm of jerking and moaning while her juices exploded out of her like a tidal wave.
And somewhere along the way, she felt Fuutarou grab her hand and squeeze. She could do nothing but squeeze back as she came.
It could have been a minute later, or an hour, when she heard Fuutarou's voice calling her name. Nino blinked, finding it strange that her eyes had been open but nothing was in focus. Her throat was hoarse, her body achy all over, and down between her legs, she felt the wet mess her climax had produced, most of it still trapped inside her suit. As the haze cleared, and the high faded, her ability to think returned. A series of words appeared in her mind.
Forest. Ground. Pussy. Cum. Fuu-kun. Good.
Then she noticed Fuutarou leaning over and she smiled. "S…Sssstupid Fuu-kun," she muttered, feeling like she was on sedatives. "Than…Thanks." Her free hand drifted down, lazily stroking her still-hot cunt. "Umm, but… you didn't fuck me."
Now it was Fuutarou's turn to smile. "Not yet. I wanted to warm you up for now. Did I go too far?"
Nino shook her head, her mind clearing further. "No. It was good. You're a good guy. I've always known that. More than I deserve. Please… give me seconds."
Fuutarou chuckled. "It's not food, Nino."
"It is food," she told him, "just not food for the body. Help me up."
"Now you sound like Itsuki."
Moving quickly but gently, Fuutarou slid his hands behind her shoulders and helped her sit. As he did, Nino grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him into her lap and used all her intensity and returning coordination to plant her lips on his, not even caring where his mouth had just been. Fuutarou returned the kiss.
"He tastes like me," Nino thought. "Was I really leaking that much? Well, no point worrying about that."
She leaned into the kiss, but after a moment she needed air and broke off, panting, the side of her face lingering against Fuutarou's sticky, warm cheek. His nose and mouth both smelled like her own hand usually did after masturbation, something which, she vaguely remember, she could now only do with his permission.
"Fuck me already…" she requested, her tone slightly too firm for it to be a plea, but not by much. "We're just here, in the middle of a forest, fucking like two animals. It's so shameful."
"You look beautiful," Fuutarou assured her, helping her to her unsteady feet. Her knees were like rubber, her balance not fully recovered. Within a few steps, Nino found herself in his arms again, this time leaning on him for support.
"Hm, I could be wearing nothing but a belt and a pair of sandals, and you'd say the same," the redhead pointed out, looking up at her boyfriend as they moved around slowly as if they were dancing, temporarily forgetting about everything that was around them.
"Of course I would. You know I find your body very beautiful and attractive."
Nino met his eyes, brushing her hand against his cheek. She liked what he saw — not fear or uncertainty, but confidence and caring. She also noticed the bulge in his pants. "But you didn't even notice me until you found my diary."
Fuutarou nodded, and she was glad for his honesty. "That's true, but that doesn't mean I didn't think you were beautiful at all. I just didn't pay much attention to those things as well, but I always thought you and the rest of your sisters were beautiful young women."
She smiled. "Good. I'm happy you thought that way about me, even back then."
After ensuring she could stay upright, Nino took this moment to run her hand down to her pussy, hissing as she rubbed the ultra-sensitive area around her cunt, the vibration working its mechanical ripples inside her clenched canal. The buttplug in her rear entrance, however, had all but disappeared, so used to it she'd become. She had to tighten her ass and rectum to feel it.
The significance of that didn't go amiss. Once she gets used to this buttplug, she'd need a bigger one, and then a bigger one, and so on until she could take Fuutarou instead.
Taking her certainly seemed to be on his mind, seeing how he had completely shed his clothes, leaving him naked and with his erect member poking out in front of him. His face was slightly pink, though he did his best keeping his gaze fixed on Nino. She liked the view, but couldn't help teasing him.
"Why are you blushing?" she asked loudly. "I've seen you naked a hundred times."
"Well, never in a forest," came the young man's answer. "We're far away from your home."
"Well, get to work then." Nino turned around and stuck out her backside, spreading her legs for better balance. Simultaneously, she reached for the cable dangling outside of her pussy but before she could grab it, Fuutarou was on her, grabbing her arms and moving them both behind her back. "H-Hey!"
"I'll do it," Fuutarou said firmly, his breath tickling her cheek. "Are you ready?"
Despite feeling surprised with his sudden move, Nino nodded vigorously. This position was something she didn't expect, but she was liking it.
"Ask nicely."
"Please," Nino said, sliding her hips back and spreading her legs as much as she could.
Fuutarou reached down with his free hand and tugged firmly on the cable near her thigh, but her vagina clenched, refusing to let its day-long companion go. Fuutarou tugged again, harder than before. Nino arched her back, trying to relax. She was so wet down below, dripping and sticky, but her pelvic muscles were strong. Evidently trying to be as gentle as possible, Fuutarou tried again, holding the tension on the cable. Little by little, it began sliding towards the end of her birth canal.
The realization that she was, in effect, giving birth to a little plastic egg forced a hard blush onto Nino's face. She felt herself open, her vaginal parting and eventually pushing the vibrator out of her body. The vibration vanished, and for the first time since she'd inserted it Nino heard rather than felt its buzzing.
"God…" she gasped, closing her eyes, leaning her head against the wall. A moment later, she felt something else entirely. His fingers playing with her outer lips. "I didn't think you were so eager."
"Nino, it's been almost a week for me too. And I've had to watch you move around knowing this thing is inside you." He held up the vibe before finally turning it off, setting it down carefully. "You said it was torture? You have no idea. I want you just as much as you want me."
Nino moved towards the nearest tree, placing her hands on it and sticking out her bare butt for him to take. "Well? I offered seconds, remember? And I'm open and ready and wet, Fuu-kun~"
He was about to do just that and end their suffering right there, when a certain something nearby had caught his attention. A small log on the ground. Just by looking at it, an idea struck his mind and caused him to think of something — a scenario, actually — in which he wanted to see his lovely girlfriend in…
Nino looked back towards him with a frown. "Well? Are you going to fuck me or not?" she asked, her voice already sounding annoyed.
He sent her a serious look. "Actually, Nino… I want you to do something for me."
The girl's eyes shot open. "What?!" she said, flabbergasted. Her mood quickly turned from horny, to confused, to angry all in a span of a few seconds. She faced him, marching over to where he was and got in his face. "Do you know how much I've suffered already, waiting for your dick to be stuffed inside me? You promised me this morning too! Haven't I waited enough?!"
Fuutarou's kept his look firm, unphased with her reaction. He was already used to this. "Nino, if you don't do as I say, I won't do it with you tonight and just wait another week before we'll do it again," he stated, instilling fear in her eyes that she backed away slightly. "I'm willing to wait that long, as I can focus on my studies for a bit, but what about you? Can you handle—"
"W-Wait, I'll do it! I'll do it! Just don't make me wait that long, please!" Nino pleaded, quickly latching on to him with a scared look on her face. She wrapped her arms around him tightly, desperate for his touch. She didn't want to be deprived of the opportunity to have Fuutarou's dick inside her again. Going on for another week without having sex with him would make her go mad, and she didn't want to imagine what she might do if that happens.
He merely gave her a nod. "Good," Fuutarou nodded, before he pointed to the log that was just resting nearby. "I want you to sit on that log on the ground."
Calming down from being scared just now, Nino looked at the log, before looking back towards her master for confirmation. However, there was also a hint of confusion in her eyes. "Just… sit on it? That's all?" she asked, before she realized what he was trying to make her do. Of course, being the perverted masochist that she was, she would know about a scenario like this, especially the implications of the order that Fuutarou gave her. "Wait… you don't mean…?"
Fuutarou wasn't surprised that she knew what he was planning. Nino had a perverted mind, after all. "Looks like you already know what's going to happen," he commented, before slapping her bum. "Well? Get to it."
She blushed slightly at his action, before letting out a huge groan. "Ugh. I swear, you better fuck me senseless after this… I already came once and your dick isn't inside me yet," she complained as she followed his orders, while Fuutarou just laughed.
Despite feeling a bit nervous, Nino's naked body descended towards the log and the moment her wet cunt had touched the wood, she quivered and moaned loudly. The surface was cold and rough, but she didn't hate this newfound feeling. Knowing what she had to do, she planted her knees on the ground and began to grind against it.
"Ahhh… this… I've never… d-done this before, ahhh~" the redhead breathed out, moving back and forth across the log while breathing heavily, clearly liking this as the seconds went by. The friction created from her dripping pussy and the rough tree bark had given birth to a new sensation, and it was starting to drive her crazy. "This…This feels sooo good~!" The look of uncertainty on her face was long gone, replaced with a hungry look that longed for release, as she began to pick up the pace, grinding faster against the wood. Her moans grew louder as she went faster, and that was when she felt her arms being pulled.
Nino made a confused sound, but didn't stop grinding. Her arms were brought behind her as she looked back, seeing Fuutarou holding up her panties with a smile on his face. She then felt her wrists being tied together and a few moments later, her arms were completely immobilized.
Fuutarou stood back and admired his work. Right there before him was Nino, butt naked and sitting on a log, grinding away like the pervert she was while her arms were tied behind her back. Seeing his girlfriend in this state sent blood rushing down to his lower part, as it begged to be free from its prison.
"I didn't tell you to stop moving," he spoke, slapping her lovely ass when the girl took a moment to take in what just happened to her. Almost immediately, she went back to work, moving back and forth and staining the wood with her perverted fluids.
"I-I'm showwyy~~" Incoherent words had left her mouth from here on out, her arousal reaching its limit as any other thought had been thrown out of her mind. Her eyes had rolled back and drool lolled out of her mouth. Right now, all Nino could do was grind away like her life depended on it, unaware that her juices were coming out of her like a waterfall.
He slapped her ass again and went behind her, letting his fingers trail up and down her sweaty skin, causing goosebumps to appear. "You're liking this, aren't you? When did you become such a slut, Nino?" he then grabbed her breasts and pinched her nipples, making her moan even louder despite being hoarse.
"I…Itsh because of you, Fuu-sama~! You made me into such a slutty bitch who craves for your cock!" she said, making sure that he understood every word that came out of her mouth. Nino felt her body heat up even more from grinding against the log as well as being touched all over, and it added even more when his left hand descended to her swollen clit, pressing down on it which caused more of her feminine fluids to flow out of her pussy.
"You really get off on me humiliating you, huh?" he asked in amusement, leaning close to plant kisses on her neck and licking her skin with his hot tongue.
"Yessshhhh~! I love it when you're like that!" she cried, tilting her head slightly to give him better access. It was at this point that Nino felt that familiar feeling in her nether regions starting to build, causing her to grind even faster despite panting heavily out of exhaustion. Fuutarou was caught off guard by this, and he could only watch as Nino threw her head back, her mouth wide open, and her eyes rolling back as far as they could. "Aaaahhhhhhhhh~~!" she screamed, her special place squirting out her juices against the wood and by the end of it, her body fell forward. Nino was almost about to hit the log, but she was caught by her boyfriend before that could happen.
"You did well, Nino." He whispered, pulling Nino close towards him so he could kiss her on the cheek. "I think you deserve a reward now for doing better than what I expected."
"Y-Yes… I…I'm a good girl… I've been a good girl… Fuu-sama…" she mumbled out with a smile, as she felt herself being lifted off the log and into the ground, still on her knees with her butt sticking out. She took this moment to rest from that orgasm she had and looked back at her boyfriend, where she saw him finally removing his clothes, first his jacket, then his shirt, followed by his pants and his underwear. Within a few seconds, he was already naked and Nino noticed that she had begun to drool.
He approached her and knelt down, his erection already at full mast and ready to plunge deep into her, but he only gripped her hips and squeezed her buttcheeks, before giving them a resounding slap. "Well? Aren't you… going to stick it in already?" she asked, wondering why he hasn't slammed that big piece of meat inside her yet.
"I told you to ask." As he spoke, he squeezed her breasts from behind and thrust his pelvis forward, sliding his member between her thighs without penetrating her.
"I did," Nino protested, her anger spiking up once again.
"Do it again," he insisted, his voice firm. "Nicely."
"Please." Nino jiggled her bottom, enticing him. She didn't think her face could get any hotter, but it did. "Please fuck me. Please. PLEASE. Fill me up with your cum, Fuu-kun. FUCK ME!" She hated begging, and yet, since it was him, she also loved it. "FUCK MY SLUTTY PUSSY, FUU-SAMA!"
"Damn… he really made me into a slut," Nino mused as the words left her lips in frantic desperation. "A complete slut who begs for sex and can't live without it. I crave it just like I crave his hugs and letting him sleep in my bed."
Fuutarou placed both hands on her hips and shuffled backwards, guiding her along, separating her body from the ground just enough to allow her to rest on her elbows instead of being face-first. In turn, this forced her ass back and rolled the top of her pelvis forward, changing the angle of her pussy. Fuutarou lined himself up, his bulbous head pressed to her slobbering entrance.
"God, just do— AHHHH!" A sharp cry escaped her as Fuutarou pushed forward, penetrating her in a single stroke, parting her labia like a sleeve of warm dough. "GGGGUUHHH!" Her eyes shot wide, teeth clenched. Her body came alive, driving her suddenly onto her toes. Finally! He was inside her! All of him! She was impaled by his cock!
Then, just as suddenly as he had entered her, Fuutarou pulled back. Nino gasped for air, never realizing she'd held her breath.
"Are you okay?" Fuutarou asked, the grip around her waist easing slightly.
Nino nodded her head. Her voice was still hoarse. "I-I… I wasn't ready, that's all!"
Fuutarou gave her a moment to catch her breath. She had been through two orgasms by now, so it's natural she would feel tired. But the fact that she was still this eager to feel his cock inside her was something he admired. Maybe that's just how big of a slut she was. "Are you ready now?"
"Y-Yeah!" she replied, bracing herself for what was coming.
In he went again, and Nino saw stars. Her body opened completely, welcoming him in its warm, wet folds, her heart rapidly accelerating in her chest, and her hips driving back. Fuutarou quickly withdrew, until only his penis head remained inside, then thrust forward again, making her toes curl in bliss and ecstasy. With her eyes closed, in darkness, her mind knew only the pleasure of being loved.
"I feel so good… how the hell did I survive a week without his thing inside me?" she thought, somehow still able to think, "Ohhhhh, I'm his slut, I'm his whore, I'm his toy, I'm his— Ohhh, he's moving again!"
And indeed he was. Out, then in again, out then in, slowly at first but soon building up a steady rhythm. Nino, holding her breath and fighting back moans, sent her pelvis to somehow match his movements, thrusting back weakly when he thrust forward, his hips slamming against her buttocks as his member slid up like a warm, thick snake inside her, grinding the sensitive, well-lubricated and eager walls of her vagina. Before long, the sound from their mating bodies filled the clearing with the dry smack of flesh on flesh, echoed by their moans and grunts and whimpers.
Of course, all of this had the added effect of heightening her awareness that she still had a rubber plug up her rectum, and her anal muscles wrapped around it like her vaginal muscles did with Fuutarou, doubling her stimulation. After a week of being constantly denied intercourse, a day of near permanent arousal, stuffed and pounded simultaneously in the front and the back, having already orgasmed twice, there was simply no way she could hold out for long. Neither could Fuutarou.
"Ahh, Nino, it's… close!" She heard him groan, his words interrupted by moans and the slapping sound from their bodies hitting each other. "Gmmgh!"
"Come on… a little longer! I'm almost—" And then there was no almost, and she was there. Her second orgasm washed like her with a wave of hot, warm euphoria, sending shivers up her arched back as she threw herself against Fuutarou, her ass and pussy convulsing on the twin objects penetrating her depths. "AAAAHHH, GOD! YES I LOVE IT! I LOVE YOUR COCK!"
As before, the climax forced her other thoughts from her mind, leaving behind only the most basic functions of speech and the hot, irrational, addictive pleasure burning like a fire though her slender teen form, consuming her from head to toes.
Her cunt clenched hard, as if to suck him in, and then she felt Fuutarou jerk and tense, his fingers digging into her soft flesh just above her hip bones. He moaned, but it was so loud it sounded almost like a roar. And then she felt him come.
"Ahh, Nino, I'm coming!" The warning was completely unneeded. But Fuutarou was Fuutarou, polite and professional as ever. In his mind it would probably be rude and improper if he didn't say anything.
"YESSSSSS!" Nino screamed in delight, as more of her saliva dripped out of her mouth. Her arms were still tied behind her back, so she couldn't move her body as she wanted. That didn't lessen her arousal one bit. "FILL MY PUSSY WITH YOUR CUM!"
It was a safe day for her, so there was no fear and no rush. He could freely cum inside her all he wanted. And he did, his arousal evidently producing a greater volume than his usual. Nino felt the warm shots ejaculate thickly into her depths, one after the other, painting her walls with his white sticky semen as she continued to thrust back, now moving on pure instinct and her body's desire for a closer connection. Her mind whited out, mouth falling open in a chorus of moans and animalistic grunt no one who knew her would ever guess she was capable of utterling.
Fuutarou was still spurting when he collapsed onto her front, and her knees buckled. Before she knew it, they were lying on the floor heaped in a heaving, panting pile, his dick still inside her, thick gobs of cum leaking from her stretched, used and quite satisfied pussy. She didn't even feel Fuutarou's weight atop her, because her mind was too clouded with her dissipating lust.
After a moment to catch her breath, lingering in a kind of dream-like state as she waited for the haze from her orgasm to dissipate, the redheaded girl found there were words coming out from her lips in a soft, exhausted mutter.
"I love you…" She gasped for breath, her heartbeat slowly settling. "I love… everything that… you do to me. Don't… leave me…"
Fuutarou slowly pulled out of her pussy, his cum leaking out of her exposed entrance, before he lay down beside her. He drew his arms around her and pulled her closer, letting her rest above him and without any shame or guilt, she wiggled back and cuddled herself into his chest, her bottom pressed to him. "Nino…" he panted, his breathing heavy. "I will never leave you."
"I know you won't," she said, softly. Carefully, she turned around, letting them see each other face-to-face. Only the buttplug remained inside her, but she felt no less full. Her body didn't, nor her heart. "I don't want this to end, Fuu-kun."
"Nino…" His eyes were foggy and tired, his covered in sweat, cheeks almost as pink as her own. Yet in her mind, he had never looked more handsome. Like the man she wanted him to be. The man who could claim and own and hold her.
Slowly she brought her hand up, ran her fingers along his jaw, and kissed him one last time before she slipped bonelessly into his embrace.
She didn't remember they managed to clean up after their own mess, but Fuutarou must have helped, because they were able to put on their clothes, and recover from exhaustion in time before they were seen by a couple of their schoolmates. When asked why their clothes were ruined, Fuutarou smoothly lied about Nino nearly falling off a cliff and saving her before that could happen. The two were sent back to their lodge and were asked to take a shower by their respective teachers then head to bed early to rest.
Of course, he helped her under the shower, since she was the one who looked messier between them. Honestly, it was almost a miracle that no one noticed the traces of cum on her thighs and legs. Their bodies stood together under the showerhead, chests and stomachs pressed against the other, her head resting on his shoulder as he circled his arms protectively around her waist and she grabbed his ass, enjoying the warmth of his well-shaped buttocks in her palms. He washed her slowly, moving her this way and that in a gentle dance under the falling water. Nino returned the favor after he was done with her, and soon the sweat and grime and the leftovers from her lovemaker had washed away down the drain.
Nino was, for lack of a better comparison, in heaven. Afterwards they toweled each other dry, taking care with their nether regions and her breasts, though their hands were never too far away. Then they dressed, and had only finished with that task when a fellow student — thankfully, he wasn't a part of their respective classes — walked in on them, about to put on his clothes as well. The redhead was so red in the face and full of shame that she excused herself and ran off as quickly as possible, knowing for certain that at least one more person in the school would think of her as a slut.
"Well, let them," she thought defiantly once the shame had abated. "I am a complete slut for Fuu-kun. He can make me do anything."
Fuutarou caught up with her in her assigned room (which she shared with five other girls, but they were the only ones there), having waited in the showers for the sake of appearances. There they sat together, and she rested her head on his shoulder like she did that morning and he took her hand. The night was still young and while Fuutarou was reminiscing about today's events, Nino began to strip. She dropped her clothes as quick as a cat and her cum-encrusted panties, the garment already starting to feel disgusting. The nudity was much more welcome. Once the panties were on the floor, she stepped out from them and raised her head to look at her boyfriend.
"My punishment," Nino reminded the boy, who looked confused at first.
Fuutarou blinked a few times, before the events of this morning all came back to him. "Later. We should eat something first. And do you need a break?" Fuutarou asked her in a firm but concerned tone. "You've been wearing that plug all day."
Nino nodded, embarrassed despite herself. Sex was one thing, but her more… inevitable needs were something else. Fuutarou, strangely, seemed more comfortable with this than she did. He sent her off to use the toilet, asking her to wash the plug and bring it back. She'd done good, he said, and would be free from it for the rest of the evening.
In the bathroom, she carefully removed the plug from her rectum, wincing as her anus stretched and pushed out the bulbous rubber intruder. She left it soaking in soapy water in the sink and sat on the toilet.
At no point during any of this did she find anything to protest or cast doubt on her actions, her orders, or what she'd done and endured during the day. It was so strange, like her normally argumentative nature and haughty desire to resist had been pushed down into some deep part of her subconscious where it could no longer be accessed in her current state of semi-hazy contentment.
"He tamed me," Nino realized. "He tamed me and I fell in love with it, and with him. That's why I can't fight it. And it doesn't even shame me anymore. I… It's peaceful. It's peaceful when I'm with Fuu-kun."
When she was finished, Nino wiped herself and rose. She flushed, then rinsed the plug out in the sink, washed her hands, dried both, put on her clothes, and headed back to the lodge's kitchen where Fuutarou prepared a meal for them, which was the curry and rice that the students prepared beforehand. She couldn't help herself. Placing the buttplug on the table, standing it on its base, she stepped behind Fuutarou and snaked her arms around his waist, again resting her head lazily on his shoulder. She could feel her heart beating, and knew Fuutarou could feel it too through his shirt.
"Thank you," she whispered softly.
Fuutarou turned his head. "Huh? For what?"
"For today. For everything." Nino paused, trying to think. She tightened her arms around him, aware she was clinging like a needy girl and not caring. "Can I ask you for something?"
"Sure," he answered at once. Nino already knew he would.
"Collar me," she said; pleaded, in truth, and felt her face grow warm. "Tonight. I want it. Please."
Fuutarou considered it with a thoughtful face. "Okay. Go fetch it for me. I can already tell you brought it with you for this trip. You can wear it the rest of the night, but you absolutely cannot show it to anyone else, especially your temporary roommates."
'Fetch' — Nino couldn't help notice the word. She was fetching — the symbol of her submission and of his ownership of her, and… why didn't that bother her? Well, probably because it was also a symbol of his attention and devotion to her, and in the end Nino had accepted all those things and loved it like this. She released her embrace and carried on with her mission.
He put the collar on her just before they had dinner, and as he secured the double buckle she stroked the purple leather band around her neck. It made her feel more naked despite being fully-clothed, more vulnerable, but also, weirdly more secure. The sensation was a contradiction, she was aware. Maybe later she'd have an inclination to think about it. Not now. Not tonight. Probably not for a while. Dinner was good, of course it would be, since she had a hand in making the curry. They talked about a few things, about school, about the trip, tomorrow's activities, and the approaching finals of the trimester.
Once the food was consumed, Nino asked for permission to gather their dishes and wash them, which he granted. While she did this, she noticed him looking at her still-bruised bottom, bruises he'd put there, and saw a shadow of guilt cross his face. Neither said anything. He didn't have to enjoy bruising her or punishing her. She had asked for his correction, and he was willing to deliver it. That was the important part.
And she was about to receive another round of it. The dishes done, Fuutarou led her by the hand into her room. It was still a complete miracle that there was nobody around to see her being collared like a dog with an owner.
"Are you sure?" he asked her, but the steadiness in his voice told her he wasn't hesitating because he was afraid or uncertain. He looked more like he was worried, and Nino could guess why. "You still seem a bit out of it. We already fucked, and you came thrice after everything we did. We could always do this tomorrow."
"I'm fine," Nino assured him. "And I'm all here, even if I'm a little tired. I'll take my punishment like a good girl. How do you want me?"
It was instantly obvious Fuutarou had given it some thought, unlike in the morning. "On the bed, on your hands and knees. Head towards the wall, ass towards me, feet dangling over the side. And keep them together."
The instructions came without hesitation, which raised Nino's own confidence. As she went to obey, however, Fuutarou seized her hand. She turned, surprised, and saw him lean in. She prepared for a kiss, feeling tingly in her private parts, but it never materialized. He kissed her collar instead. Nino blushed deeply.
"I-Idiot, what are you—"
"Thank you too. But I think you'll get distracted if I kiss your mouth. I will do it properly later." He released her hand and pointed to the spot on the bed where he wanted her. "Now, get into position."
Nino did what she was becoming extremely good at doing, obeying Fuutarou Uesugi. On her hands and knees, the mattress sinking beneath her, she moved her feet together, the soles turned upwards. Meanwhile, Fuutarou seemed to be contemplating something.
"You can choose," he said. "How do I punish you?"
"I don't want to," Nino returned her answer in a flash, looking at him over her shoulder. "I'm the sub here. I don't choose. That's your job, idiot."
So it was, and he chose a belt. His own belt. Removing his belt from his pants, he sat next to her, one leg up on the mattress by her knee and the other off. Nino swallowed, feeling suddenly nervous as he folded the belt into a loop, making sure the metal buckle was safely tucked away against his palm.
"Not just thinking ahead," Nino noticed with admiration. "But also thinking it through. He's definitely getting better at this."
"Ten hits on your feet this time," Fuutarou announced her sentence. "For going through my things this morning and not cleaning up after your mess. You owe another ten for smuggling the vibe in your school bag without my permission, but I'll save those for later — and don't complain that I'm not giving you the full thirty, these terms are non-negotiable. Do you have anything you want to say on your behalf?"
Nino considered complaining anyway, then decided it would spoil the moment. "No. I'll remember to not ruin your stuff the next time. And I'll take my deserved punishment like a good girl."
"I know you will." Fuutarou moved the belt to touch the soles of her feet. The cold leather sent a shiver through her body, and she clenched her toes in anticipation. "Count each blow, and keep your feet together."
Nino nodded, and once she did, Fuutarou pulled his hand back and swung the belt. The sharp, stinging pain which licked across her soft, pink soles made the girl squeal and her feet jerk apart before she could stop them.
"A-Agh!" she gasped, her eyes suddenly wide. It actually required effort to bring her feet together again. The pain lingered, like an echo on her flesh. "O-One!"
Taking a deep breath, Nino braced herself for the next blow. It soon came… right against her faintly-bruised ass. That, she had not expected. It didn't sting as much, to her surprise, but then again she had more muscles on her actual bottom than on the bottom of her feet, but still, it wasn't gentle.
"Two!" she counted.
"No." Fuutarou returned the belt to her feet, slowly moving it up and down. "That was for moving your feet. You are still at 'one'. Are you ready?"
Caught off guard with his correction, Nino nodded furiously. Fuutarou drew his hand back. The belt licked across her joined feet again, like a tongue made of fire. She jerked forward, but managed to squeeze her feet and legs so they didn't separate. "Two!"
This time instead of getting the belt on her ass again, Fuutarou gave her a gentle pat. "Good. That was good. Here comes the next one." He swung.
The strike landed at the balls of her feet, at the meatiest part, right about her slender toes. Nino couldn't tell if it was harder than the previous ones, but the spot it hit was certainly more sensitive. Her voice trembled as she counted. "T-Three!"
Fuutarou waited a moment, alternating between rubbing her ass and stroking the now warmed-up belt against her soles. Then, just when Nino began to relax, he struck again.
"Four!"
The contrast between the pain and the gentle stroking was stark and sensual and agonizing all at once, fueling the embers of her formerly spent arousal into new life. Even as her body jerked and hissed in response, Nino realized that not only did she not exactly hate what was being done to her, it was, in fact, already making her wet.
"Great," she thought. She didn't really look mad or anything. "I'm a goddamn, honest-to-goodness, died-in-the-wool, chain-me-up-and-whip-me-until-I-piss-myself masochist now. Thanks a lot, Fuu-kun."
The next three blows finished painting her soles red, and by the time number eight landed, there was no untouched skin left. As the leather bit into already inflated and tender flesh, the pain was like a blazing knife. Nino cried out. Somehow, she still held her feet together.
"G-G—Eight!" Her arms were starting to tremble, her stomach clenching as perspiration pooled in the hollow of her spine, her breasts dangling from her chest like soft, pale fruits.
Another strike, across her crimson heels.
"Nine!" Nino counted through clenched teeth. "One more," she told herself. "You almost made it!"
"This is the last one, Nino," Fuutarou announced, and swung.
Nino whimpered, the pain hot and sharp, her back arching. "TEN!" she hissed, squeezing her eyes shut. "Ten!" she repeated. Her feet were on fire.
Before she could do anything, Fuutarou placed the belt down on the bed and moved on his knees beside her. He put his arms around her and drew her close into a hug. "It's okay now. You did it. You took it like a good girl."
Nino nodded, still in pain but letting him help her off her hands, straightening her back and sitting her on her bottom. She folded her legs carefully to the side, the soles of her feet as red as if she'd stepped on paint. "I hope… you won't ask me to… do anything else after this," she gasped between words as she spoke. "It would be… uncomfortable."
"No way." Fuutarou shook his head. "I'll take care of everything now. You can rest." But when he went to climb out of bed, Nino grabbed him and stopped him. "Nino," he said, patiently. "I have to go. You left the buttplug on the table, and it won't take long before someone sees it. You don't want the whole school to trace that thing back to you."
"Oops. My bad," Nino thought. "You can get it later. Lay down with me."
"If we do that, I'll fall asleep. Then the students come back here and SEE the table and your plug. Even the teachers. If that happens, we are screwed." He was right, and it was a perfectly good and fully justified explanation.
"Fine." Nino relaxed her grip. "But you better come right back here. My feet hurt and I want to hug."
"I will," Fuutarou assured her, running a hand up her arms, to her collar. He leaned in and kissed her, on the lips this time and fully. A few seconds later, he pulled back, leaving her slightly dazed and smiling.
He got up from the bed and hurried outside the room. For the next few minutes, Nino didn't hear anything, and just when she was about to close her eyes, Fuutarou reappeared at the door, her discarded clothes and the buttplug in one arm and a cup with some toothpaste and her toothbrush in the other. He placed the buttplug in her bag, handed her the cup, then stripped himself of his shirt and jacket, leaving him in his pants. This was still a room assigned to girls, and he didn't want to cause a huge misunderstanding when Nino's roommates show up later on. He would have to hide and wait for the perfect opportunity to leave.
Nino frowned, peeved. "Is this a comment on my kissing?" She placed the cup in her lap, squeezed some paste onto the brush and set about her routine.
"Your kissing's fine, but if we are going to bed this early, you should brush."
"Whaff time ish iff?" Nino mumbled, rinsing her mouth with the water in the cup, then spitting it out into the nearby trash can. "Can't be that early, can it?"
"It's only nine."
"How?" Nino yelped. "I haven't gone to bed at nine since I was in middle school!"
"You can stay up." Fuutarou shrugged. "I can bring you a book I brought along and we can review our lessons for a bit."
Nino dropped her toothbrush into the cup and shoved both into Fuutarou's hands. "Fuu-kun, really? A book? Reviewing? With this," she gestured at her naked body, "available to you?"
But Fuutarou was already shaking his head. He rose to place the cup on the nightstand. "No. You already came." He held up three fingers. "Thrice. You got off on a log. You were fucked. You had your feet whipped. You spent all day wearing a plug, and there's also this morning. I know you are sore and in pain. You won't be getting any more action tonight."
Once again, that was a perfectly reasonable explanation, and again Nino wasn't too happy with it. Because she knew it meant she couldn't have something she wanted. And yet… well, it was his call, and she was his sub by her own choice. He decided, she obeyed.
"But you will get your hug," Fuutarou added, and that was just what he did, wrapping her in his arms and laying her down to spoon with him, her head resting against his chest. "I'll have to leave later on, by the way. Everyone's gonna throw a fit when they see a guy with you here, especially now when you're naked."
"Let's stay like this for a while, then." Nino hugged him back, and nuzzled herself eagerly, even desperately into him. He wasn't wrong — her body ached, her feet stung viciously and she was tired, but for all that, her heart had never been fuller nor her emotions clearer. And she knew that when she went to sleep that night, even if he wasn't there to hug her and in his arms, tomorrow there would be a whole new day she would spend with Fuutarou Uesugi.
The boy she loved.