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"Hey? Following me was the right choice, wasn't it?"
With a bewitching smile, the tanned maid Mizuki, who had draped herself over me, lifted my dress shirt and gently pinched my nipples through the undershirt. Then, after teasing both nipples with her fingertips, she exposed my hardened nipples from the undershirt, stimulating one with her fingers and the other with the pink tip of her tongue.
The location was the storage shed of the middle school gym. Pushing me down onto a stack of mats, Mizuki, still in her maid outfit, pounced on me.
"Do you even realize where we are... ngh... this is a school, you know..."
Despite the school building being full of students and teachers just beyond the door, Mizuki showed no hesitation. Opening the collar of her maid outfit to reveal her healthy, sun-kissed cleavage, she began sucking on my nipples like a cat.
"You say that, but you're already rock hard, old man."
As if shattering my dignity as an adult, Mizuki grabbed my fully erect penis and slowly began stroking it. The sensation of her palm through the fabric was unmistakable, and I couldn't help but let out a moan.
The reason I was here with Mizuki in the first place was because the three girls of Sazanami Manor had decided to escort meâan outsiderâduring their shift break. Mizuki, who won at rock-paper-scissors, took me to the gymnasium. While the gym was hosting athletic events, Mizuki had stealthily led me to the deserted storage shed.
"You really wanted to fuck all of us maids, didn't you? We're all cute, after all. And every one of us is at least a D-cup, right?"
The fact that we were in a middle school storage shed, coupled with the fact that my partner was a middle schooler in a maid outfit, only made my erection harder. Skillfully pulling my throbbing cock out of my slacks, Mizuki took the swollen head into her warm mouth.
"Ngh..."
I couldn't make too much noise, or the students outside might hear, so only stifled moans escaped me. Meanwhile, Mizuki worked my cock with expert hands while her cute tongue licked along the underside and the tip.
"How about I set up an orgy for you next time? They're all cute, but still virgins. Girls our age all fantasize about older men, so someone young like you would have them offering their virginity in no time."
Whether it was a lie or the truth, Mizuki's words stoked my imagination as she used her fingers to mimic a pussy, pistoning my shaft. The slickness from her saliva and my precum was entirely thanks to Mizuki's technique. The way her fingertips recreated the sensation of a cervix showed just how well she understood a woman's body.
"Ahhâ! You're amazing, old man! Even though I'm still in middle school, I'm already drippingâ!"
Mizuki's delusions were kicking in again. She was probably imagining one of the other maids, but I had no interest in deflowering middle school girls one after another.
"Ahh, I'm gonna cum! Ayaka's gonna cum from your big cock, old man!"
"Hey, Mizuki, if we keep goingâ"
The imaginary Ayaka (placeholder name) was on the verge of climax. Meanwhile, I was close too, thanks to Mizuki's fake pussy. But this was a school storage shed. I couldn't just stain the place with my cum, and Mizuki still had her maid café duties, so she couldn't dirty her outfit either.
"Hey, where do you wanna cum? On the mats? Orâinside this?"
What Mizuki pulled out next was, of all things, an adult toyâan onahole. A disposable one from that famous red-and-white brand. Embarrassingly, as a single adult man, I'd used it a few times myself.
"Making a mess in the gym storage would be bad, and I still have work, so today, this fake pussy will take your load. But just cumming into an onahole would be boring."
Stopping me just short of orgasm, Mizuki looked down at me with a scheming expression. From my angle, her black underwear was fully visible, but she didn't seem to care.
"What are you planning?"
Honestly, I couldn't take much more of this edging. At this point, I'd consider cumming on the floor if it meant relief.
"Today, you're gonna masturbate with this onahole."
"Whaâ"
I was speechless.
I'd done something similar in front of Aika before, but doing something so humiliating in front of Mizuki? No way.
"And since we're at it, let's give this onahole a setting too. A 13-year-old second-year at Sagishino Middle School, scouted by me as a maid. A pure, black-haired semi-long-haired beauty. D-cup, just like me. Ranked third in JC Club's popularity poll, right after Aika and Anna. A nice-bodied beauty who secretly works as a reader modelâAyaka-chan."
The oddly specific setting made me wonderâwas this girl real?
"Just between us, this Ayaka-chan saw you when you came into JC Club earlier and thought, 'That guy's kinda hot.' Zero boyfriend experience, but if I introduce you, she'd probably go to a hotel with you on the first day."
Mizuki whispered this like it was some incredible scoop. As if. First off, there was no such girl at the maid café earlier.
"Ahh! Old man! Nooo!"
Before I could retort, Mizuki shoved the brand-new onahole onto my erect cock. These disposable onaholes often come pre-lubricated, and with my precum and Mizuki's saliva making it slick, my dick accepted the fake pussy of Ayaka-chan (existence unconfirmed).
"Old man... this is my first time... so please be gentle...?"
Looking up at me with puppy-dog eyes, Mizuki played the role of a virgin perfectly. She even stopped the onahole at the entrance, fully committing to the charade (as ridiculous as it was).
"Ahh... your penis... it's so hard..."
But the actress was a real middle schooler, and what enveloped my cock was a professionally made toy. After being denied release earlier, my dick was starting to treat the onahole as "Ayaka-chan's virgin pussy."
"Ah... men are amazing... to have something so strong... Please, old man. I won't tell Kutsuki-san, I won't tell the teachers... take my first time with this penis..."
Tears welling in her eyes, Mizuki pressed closer with the onahole. The situation was absurd, but with her cleavage exposed and her D-cup chest emphasized, her moans made it impossible not to get lost in the fantasy.
This wasâAyaka-chan's virgin pussy.
"Ahhn...!!"
Meticulously recreating the sensation of breaking a hymen, Mizuki pushed the onahole all the way down my shaft.
Just an onahole.
But whether she'd warmed it beforehand or not, the inside felt as warm as a real vagina. The lube coated my cock just right, and Mizuki's expert hand movements perfectly mimicked the undulating folds of a pussyâit felt like I was really thrusting into Ayaka-chan.
"I can feel it... your strong part... gently kissing the entrance to my special room..."
Saying this, Mizuki pressed the end of the onahole against the tip of my cockhead. It was as if the real Ayaka-chan was riding me, pushing her cervix against me, sending indescribable excitement through me.
"This is sex... the act of making a baby with you..."
"Nghâ"
Mizuki, fully immersed as Ayaka-chan, wrapped her arms around my back and passionately kissed me. All the while, her free hand pistoned the onahole up and down, making it feel like I was deep-kissing Ayaka-chan while she rode me.
"You're amazing, old man...! Even though I was a virgin, your cock feels so good...!"
Using the air hole at the tip of the onahole, Mizuki made Ayaka-chan's pussy contract. It felt like a real pussy sucking me in. I'd never known masturbating with an onahole could feel this good.
Or was this even masturbation? Since Mizuki was the one moving it, it felt more like an extension of sex.
"Ahh! Ayaka's gonna cum! Even though it's my first time, your big cock's making me cum!!"
"AhhâI'm close too!"
Closing my eyes, I saw a beautiful middle school girl with disheveled black hairâAyaka-chan.
Freshly deflowered, she lay naked before me, her pristine body befitting a reader model, her perfectly white D-cup breasts on full display.
Her untouched slit, glistening with arousal, gripped my throbbing adult cock.
My cockhead found her cervix three times, half-prying it open, ready to flood her womb with my seed.
"Ahh! I'm cumming!! I'm gonna cum!!"
"Me too, Ayaka-chan! I'm gonna cum inside you! Ahh!"
Releasing everything, I came inside Ayaka-chan's virgin pussy.
Of course, it was just an onahole. But to me, it was the real Ayaka-chan, the real thing.
Brand new.
Untouched.
A girlâno, a childâwho'd been wearing a backpack to elementary school just a year and a half ago.
Even if it was fake, the pleasure was addicting.
I wanted to deflower every beautiful middle school girl in the world.
I knew it was an arrogant desire, but my head was too far gone to care.
"Did it feel good? Old man."
Before me stood Mizuki, drenched in sweat. Despite not having had sex herself, her bangs were stuck to her forehead.
Suddenly, I felt ashamed.
I hadn't even been with a real girl, yet I'd screamed her name.
This was all just a story Mizuki made up. There was no Ayaka-chan at the maid café earlier, and in the end, I'd just ejaculated into a toy.
Being manipulated by a middle school girl and jerking off in front of her was humiliating for an adult.
"W-why are you so sweaty? You weren't moving that much."
All Mizuki had done was act, deep-kiss me, and move the onahole. It wasn't that strenuous. Besides, Mizuki was on the track teamâshe wouldn't tire from something like this.
"Well... yeah, but I got so into the role that I ended up projecting onto the onahole..."
Mizuki looked down, embarrassed.
Apparently, she'd gotten so into it that she'd imagined herself as the onahole and came too.
How absurd. In a way, it was even more embarrassing than my own fake orgasm.
"By the way, old man, did Ayaka's virgin pussy feel good?"
Trying to deflect, Mizuki changed the subject.
I was just as embarrassed about what happened. No way I'd play along.
"Does it matter? Shouldn't you get back to the maid café soon? Your break's almost over."
When we left, Aika and the others had said the break was thirty minutes. It'd been nearly twenty-five alreadyâpathetic.
"That's not the point. Answer me. Would you wanna have real sex with Ayaka?"
Ayaka or not, it was just an onahole. You can't have raw or condom sex with a toy.
"I'd wanna do it with the real Ayaka-chan, but not with an onahole. I never wanna do something that humiliating again."
Thanks to Mizuki's words, I'd ended up imagining Ayaka-chanâmy ideal beauty.
A pure, lovely girl who secretly worked as a reader model, with zero dating experience, fair skin, shoulder-length hair, and a modest D-cup.
If a girl like that asked me to take her virginity, I'd jump at the chance.
But no such girl existed.
There was no Ayaka-chan at the maid café, and even if there were, why would a girl like that call a guy pushing thirty-five "hot"?
In a way, she was the ideal girl born from my stirred-up fantasies.
Pure and innocent like Anna-chan.
Ignorant of sex.
A beauty like Aika.
Untouched by men.
If such an endangered species of middle schooler existed outside of Aika and Anna-chan, I'd love to see her.
"ButâAyaka."
For a second, I thought she might exist, but there was only a vaulting box in the storage shed.
What a cruel joke. What would she have done if Ayaka-chan had been real?
I glared at Mizuki, trying to tell her never to joke like that again.
But I couldn't.
Because at that moment, a loud clatter came from inside the vaulting box.
Maybe it was another elaborate prank.
Typical Mizuki. Pretending Ayaka was real, hiding Anna-chan inside or something.
But that assumption shattered instantly.
A girl peeked out from the box, her face flushed with embarrassment.
She looked fragile.
Her black hair reached her shoulders, softer in texture than Aika's, with a fluffy quality.
She was slightly shorter than Mizuki but still on the taller side for a middle schoolerâthough her hunched posture made her seem smaller.
Her bust was about the same size as Mizuki'sâlarge for her age.
Surprisingly, she was in a gym uniform.
Given the context, a maid outfit would've made sense, but the name "Sarashina" embroidered on the uniform suggested she was from another school. "Sarashina" wasn't a common surname.
Maybe Mizuki had scouted her as a maid, but she'd borrowed Mizuki's gym clothes because wearing a maid outfit outside during break was too embarrassing. Using her own uniform would've revealed she was from another school.
"I'm disappointed."
Those were Ayaka-chan's first words as she glared at me.
A natural reaction.
A grown man had just been intimate with a middle schooler.
"Adult men really do things like this, huh?"
Whether all adults masturbate with onaholes is debatable, but I had no rebuttal.
She'd seen me at my most patheticâa victim of my perversion.
"I thought you were cool at first, but to do something so dirty behind the scenes... Are you just some pervert who'd fuck any girl?"
Wait.
The "he's cool" setting Mizuki mentioned earlierâwas that still in play?
"If I were in Mizuki-chan's place, would you have fucked me like that too? With your... big adult penis, pounding my untouched virgin pussy over and over in cowgirl?"
The mood was shifting strangely.
Come to think of it, why had she been hiding in the vaulting box? If she'd spoken up earlier, she wouldn't have had to witness this.
"Even if I begged you to stop, you'd have kept making me cum with that huge cock, wouldn't you? I'm so disappointed!"
With that, Ayaka-chan ran up to me and stared straight into my eyes.
She really was beautiful.
Still carrying traces of childish cuteness, but with an elegance beyond her years.
Then, after glancing at my pathetic, onahole-stuffed cock, she declared:
"I... I'll never forgive you! Or your big, mean penis!"
Her face bright red, Ayaka-chan stormed out of the storage shed.
What was that about? I'll never understand middle schoolers.
"She's cute, but a little weird."
A little? That was an understatement. And I doubt Ayaka-chan would appreciate that from Mizuki.
"Well, she really did think you were cool, so if you see her again, play along, okay?"
"Play along...?"
Another eccentric character left me speechless.
Apparently, her interest in me was genuine, and Mizuki had hidden her in the vaulting box to "reveal my true self."
Whether it was just an extreme joke or if an excited Ayaka-chan would join our little group was up in the air, but things had taken an unexpected turn even for Mizuki.
Well, we went to different schools, so we'd probably never meet again. And if we did, it's like I could do anything about it anyway.
"Ahâthere you two are. Mizuki-chan, your break's over."
Anna-chan stood at the entrance of the storage shed.
She probably knew exactly what we'd been doing. I'd hastily pulled up my pants, but her exasperated expression said it all.
"Ah, yeah, yeah. I'll get back to work, don't worry. It's your turn now, Anna."
Reluctantly, Mizuki high-fived Anna-chan.
Player change.
Meaning it was now Anna-chan's turn to guide me.
"Guide" implied showing me around the school festival, but just as Mizuki's first stop had been this event-less storage shed, there was no guarantee Anna-chan would take me to any actual attractions.
"Um... Kasa-hara-san?"
Now alone with me, Anna-chan nervously rubbed her palms together and looked up at me.
"I'm feeling a little sick... could you come with me to the nurse's office...?"
As she tugged at the hem of my suit, her gaze seemed fixed not on me, but on the tent in my pants.
Or was that just my imagination?
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