"By the way, Yata-san, how old are you?"
As her small hands approached, I asked the question that had been on my mind before we started.
"Hmm? I'm eternally 18, you know?"
She replied with a playful smile. While her appearance was youthful, her actions and demeanor suggested a more mature mind. She looked young enough to be mistaken for a minor, almost like a middle school student or even an elementary school student.
Not that I'm one to talk, with my own baby face.
"But you look so young..."
Even giving her the benefit of the doubt, she looked like a perpetual middle schooler. She could easily pass for an elementary school student.
"Don't dwell on it too much, or you might lose interest. Let's just say I'm old enough to be legal. I've had my first period, so it's all good."
She gently stroked the head of my member, and it twitched in response, as if an electric current had run through it.
"Whoa!"
"I'm what you'd call a legal loli. And this isn't cheating; it's more like a national duty."
She said this with a dreamy, heat-induced gaze. It sounded like she had a wife, possibly referring to Misago.
Suddenly, she gripped the sensitive area between the head and the shaft firmly, making me silently scream in pleasure and pain.
"It's just the two of us here. Thinking about unnecessary things is bad manners, don't you think?"
She wore a sadistic smile.
I nodded vigorously.
"And calling me 'Yata-san' is too formal. Call me 'Yata-chan,' okay?"
Apparently, what she held in her hand was part of the negotiation.
"Understood, Yata-chan..."
"Good boy♪"
She eased her grip and began to stroke gently. Her skilled touch traced the veins and the sensitive underside, driving me wild with pleasure.
"How's this?"
My member was harder than it had ever been, begging for release. It twitched on its own, even without direct stimulation. I never took the time to build up this much tension on my own, so the sensation was almost unbearable.
Yata-chan reached into a nearby bucket and pulled out something—a masturbation aid, already warmed and lubricated. She hummed a tune as she expertly fitted it over me. The warmth and texture were incredible, and I couldn't help but let out a moan.
She began to move it slowly, the squelching sounds filling the air. I was completely at her mercy, like a fish on a chopping board.
"Come on... let it out♡"
Our eyes met, and her gaze was filled with pure, delighted anticipation. That was all it took.
I came harder than I ever had before, filling the toy with what felt like an endless stream. My body convulsed with each pulse, the pleasure almost too much to bear.
As the last drops were wrung from me, a wave of exhaustion washed over me. The excitement faded rapidly, replaced by a profound sense of satisfaction and fatigue—the infamous "refractory period."
"Thank you," I blurted out, immediately regretting my lack of finesse.
Yata-chan looked surprised but amused.
"Being thanked for milking someone dry is a new one," she laughed.
"What's the usual reaction?" I asked, genuinely curious.
"Oh, something along the lines of 'demon,' 'monster,' or 'pervert,' I suppose."
"That's not very nice."
"Well, it is what it is. Did you get it all out?"
"Yes, I think so."
"Good to hear."
With a practiced efficiency, she carefully removed the toy, making sure not to spill a drop. She sealed it neatly and set it aside.
As she pulled it off, the sudden chill made me shiver, and I began to soften rapidly.
"Might as well finish the job, right?"
Before I could react, she took me into her mouth. The warmth and wetness were a shock, and I felt myself hardening again almost instantly.
She sucked and licked expertly, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head. With a final, wet pop, she released me, giving the tip one last, gentle kiss.
"That's what they call 'clean-up,'" she said with a satisfied smile, licking her lips. "A service that combines pleasure and practicality."
I could only stare in awe at her skill and confidence.
"I could wring you dry some more, but I don't want to overdo it on your first time. Besides, I don't want you to resent me."
Indeed, the initial extraction had been so intense that I was still recovering, despite the renewed arousal.
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