Rita wasn't the only one shocked by Nao's ability to hold back. Frankly, he'd barely managed even while thinking she was separating them moments before. Matters would only get worse moments later. Aihara Nao had been given a lot of titles in his lifetime. He'd been the employee, the pervert, the manager, and the klutz. He'd become the job-hopper, the cursed boy and the man with a dick as his fate string. Never had he been deemed the survivor. Would today finally be the day? No. When she rose this time, the friction of that simple movement was more than enough. Lifted legs extended and retracted as Nao's feet failed to find traction against the wet tile floor. Flailing arms that aimed to grab at anything they could landed at least his left hand on Rita's bosom, and Rita's entrance... became something closer to an irrigation canal. He didn't even make it to the exit a second time. From just the rise, Nao was wailing and spewing, flailing and gurgling with hips that only knew the direction 'forward'.
Something else that only knew one direction, was Kakihara Shota. He, too, pushed onward relentlessly for very different reasons. A kiss would surely seal the deal, he thought. After all, he was so very talented when it came to kissing women, it was virtually impossible for them to be in any other kind of mood when he finished! Surely Mitsuki was ready and raring to reward him for her existing state of ecstasy. Alas, that exchange wasn't what she meant when saying they'd yet to even kiss. Shota knew as much. Did it matter? No; not to him. "But you're in the mood now, right? Besides, get a look at what you did," he said, glancing down at their touching loins. "Not just anybody gets this kind of reaction, you know? I even did half the work already. Shouldn't you want to get your reward?" he asked afterwards. All the while, that hand on Mitsuki's head had climbed higher still, to the top of her crown. A bit of applied pressure was present, as if to goad Mitsuki into lowering herself in the following moments.
Something else that only knew one direction, was Kakihara Shota. He, too, pushed onward relentlessly for very different reasons. A kiss would surely seal the deal, he thought. After all, he was so very talented when it came to kissing women, it was virtually impossible for them to be in any other kind of mood when he finished! Surely Mitsuki was ready and raring to reward him for her existing state of ecstasy. Alas, that exchange wasn't what she meant when saying they'd yet to even kiss. Shota knew as much. Did it matter? No; not to him. "But you're in the mood now, right? Besides, get a look at what you did," he said, glancing down at their touching loins. "Not just anybody gets this kind of reaction, you know? I even did half the work already. Shouldn't you want to get your reward?" he asked afterwards. All the while, that hand on Mitsuki's head had climbed higher still, to the top of her crown. A bit of applied pressure was present, as if to goad Mitsuki into lowering herself in the following moments.
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