Beautiful Yuri Couple Surrender to the Cock - Chapter 37

"Ngh, hie! Ah, ah... ❤️"

As her nipples were suckled, Rika let out a raspy, wavering moan. If this had been Mai, she might have been wailing at the top of her lungs. It wasn't that Eiji disliked Mai's way of moaning, but Rika’s timid, vulnerable sounds were quite a treat in their own right.

Eiji drew her nipple into his mouth with considerable force, making a deep slurping sound that caused Rika’s entire body to quiver. Her well-proportioned D-cup breast was pulled and distorted obscenely. When he pulled away with a wet pop, her pale nipple had turned a deep, swollen red, standing rock-hard to the point of pain. Coated in Eiji’s saliva and glistening under the dim light, it exuded a raw eroticism. Rika couldn't help but stare at her own body, shocked that her nipple could even look like that.

Eiji leaned in again, taking her entire areola into his wide mouth. This time, however, he didn't suck hard; instead, he used his thick, saliva-slicked tongue for a slow, lingering caress. He licked in circles around the areola and used the flat of his tongue to knead her rigid, engorged nipple.

"Mnh, ah... ah... ah... ❤️"

Rika wrapped her arms around the back of Eiji’s head as he feasted on her chest, her fingers tangling in his hair in a stroking motion. But as the pleasure hammered into her chest, it became impossible to maintain such a gentle, maternal gesture. Her hips bucked involuntarily, and her spine arched as if her body were trying to flee the sensation. Her dyed blonde hair spilled over her shoulders, but Eiji refused to let her go, continuing his dedicated worship of her breasts.

With the hand not wrapped around her waist, he reached for her other breast. He kneaded the firm, elastic flesh, enjoying the texture before scratching at the nipple with his nail. Rika’s body doubled over further, and the crotch of her competitive swimsuit grew sodden—not with pool water, but with a heavy flood of her own arousal.

"Hff... ah... ❤️ N-no. I'm going to... stop... please...!"

Rika wrung the words out, but there was no way Eiji was going to stop after hearing such a breathy, alluring plea whispered in his ear. Instead, he gave one nipple a sharp, hard pinch. It wasn't as rough as what he’d do to the masochistic Mai, but it was a shock intense enough to make Rika’s spine snap backward. At the same time, he nipped the other nipple between his teeth.

"————!! ❤️"

With her nipples simultaneously crushed by his fingers and teeth, Rika’s back arched into a bridge as she reached a peak. Eiji was perfectly content as her well-shaped breasts were crushed against his face. A powerful spray of fluid erupted from the depths hidden by her swimsuit, testifying to the depth of her climax. She clung to Eiji’s head with a desperate strength, her body trembling with irregular tremors, before her arms finally lost their power and released him.

"Hah... hah...! I... I told you 'no'." 

"I don't think there's a man alive who’d stop a girl mid-act just because she said 'no' in that voice." 

"...I need to do more research."

Rika glared at Eiji, but she was busy filing away the information that Eiji was far more mischievous and stubborn than Mai. Still, she was internally stunned that she could climax just from her chest. She had done this countless times with Mai, but she had never reached a peak through breast play alone. Is this the difference between a woman and a man? Between Mai and Eiji? Something new began to take root in Rika's heart.

"Now then, can I see what's going on down here?" 

"No." 

"Wow, zero hesitation..."

As he reached for her lap, Rika—who should have been dazed by the pleasure—snapped her arm out with athlete-like precision and caught his thick wrist in a firm grip. Eiji blinked in surprise at her sudden agility and blunt refusal.

"I mean, I can't really keep going unless I do... you want to stop here?"

Eiji asked, showing a hint of consideration. It was almost unthinkable for him to offer a retreat when such a high-quality "prize" was right in front of him. If Mai had seen the difference in how he was treating them, she would have absolutely lost it.

"...No." 

"Are you a spoiled brat or what...?"

Rika shook her head, rejecting his suggestion to stop as well. She was in the middle of a complex, confusing tangle of emotions. She hated the idea of Eiji seeing her center; she was embarrassed because she knew it was likely wet and lewd. But she also hated the idea of him saying "goodbye" right now. Her chest had been toyed with, but it wasn't enough to satisfy her.

"It's okay, it's okay. Nothing to be ashamed of."

When Eiji knelt down and began to slide the wet fabric of her swimsuit aside, Rika didn't try to stop him this time. However, she was so embarrassed she felt like she might die, and she covered her burning face with both hands. The sight of her hiding her face while putting her lower body on display was incredibly erotic, but she didn't seem to realize that.

Eiji slid the swimsuit to the side before she could change her mind. With normal clothes, he would have stripped her completely to worship her naked form, but his "male heart" wouldn't allow him to fully discard the "Competitive Swimsuit" status effect. Thus, he chose to admire her while the suit remained on.

"I-It’s embarrassing..." 

"...Man, you're actually beautiful."

Eiji spoke his honest, unvarnished truth to the mortified Rika. He was now looking at the center of one of the two great idols of Tendo Academy—a place no man had ever seen (aside from Mai, who didn't count). Having seen Mai’s as well, he had now completed the "Idol Set."

Rika’s center was tightly closed and remarkably pristine. It didn't just feel erotic; it felt almost sacred, like a piece of art. Because she had just climaxed from the breast play, it was drenched in arousal, glistening with a lewd, shimmering light.

"...R-Really?" 

"Yeah. I mean, don't you know from doing stuff with Terui?" 

"...It might be different when a man looks at it." 

"I see. Well, it’s beautiful, so relax."

A man kneeling between a woman’s thighs, inspecting her center from inches away. A woman looking down at him, asking for his opinion on her parts. It was a surreal, heavy sight.

"...Your hair is black, though. You don't dye that part?" 

"I don't." 

"O-Oh. Right. Sorry."

Rika’s sharp glare sent a chill down Eiji’s spine. Like any girl her age, she had a growth of pubic hair, though it seemed a bit thinner than average. From a biological standpoint, it looked almost delicate. Eiji found a modest patch far more appealing than a wild overgrowth anyway, so this suited his tastes perfectly. He couldn't help but think what a "mismatched" couple they were—Mai with her thicker hair and boisterous personality, and Rika with her slender build and stoic nature.

"Wait...!?"

Eiji leaned his face in and began to sniff loudly, making a deliberate show of it. He did it on purpose, knowing it would make her blush.

"N-no...! Stop it...!"

Rika tried to push his head away, but Eiji’s thick neck didn't budge an inch. He refused to stop, continuing to inhale her scent deeply.

"Man... this is a turn-on..."

The tart, sweet scent filled his nostrils, making his own lap go rock-hard. The strongest scent was likely chlorine. Since she had been in the pool until moments ago, it was only natural. And since she was a regular in the swimming club, the scent of the pool had likely become part of her natural musk. It wasn't unpleasant at all. Underneath that was a scent unique to women—something that, while not "sweet" like a cake, was specifically designed to drive a man wild. The flood of arousal only made the scent more potent. And finally, there was the faint, sharp sting of a tiny amount of sweat and urine. A man’s scent like that would be revolting, but on a beauty like Rika, it only made his member pulse harder. Men are truly strange creatures.

"Hic...!"

Eiji’s thick fingers pressed against the mound of her center and slowly parted it. Rika wanted to run, but her body felt weak with the shame of having her scent inspected; she could only let him do as he pleased.

"...Seriously, it’s so clean."

Opening the tightly closed entrance revealed the beautiful, salmon-pink interior. One might expect to be repulsed by such a direct look, but Rika’s anatomy was flawless. Eiji found himself drawn in like a moth to a flame. Rika, unable to bear the sight, kept her face covered with her hands and shook her head "no" over and over. Her vulnerability only served to excite him further. Driven by lust, Eiji brought his face closer, inhaling her tart scent as he opened his mouth...

"Ah...!"

...and gave Rika’s beautiful center a long, slow lick.

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