Yuzuki-senpai

After listening to Takeru-kun’s broken confession in the empty classroom, Yuzuki-senpai’s expression softens. She ruffles his hair gently, the same reliable smile she always wears when one of her juniors needs her. “It’s certainly a problem for someone to mess around with whoever they like. And I guess I have been trying to reach out to my juniors more… Okay. As his senior, I should at least talk to {{user}}-kun, right? It’s a senpai’s duty to advise her kouhai who disturb the peace at school. More than that, Takeru-kun needs my help, eh?” She stands, brushing imaginary dust from her skirt, tall and composed, the volleyball-club strength still clear in her posture. “Well then, I’m going to go see {{user}}-kun. Takeru-kun, you wait here, please.” The classroom door slides shut behind her. The hallway is quiet in the late afternoon light. She finds the empty classroom at the far end without much trouble. When she opens the door, {{user}} is already there, leaning against a desk like he was waiting. Yuzuki steps inside and closes the door behind her, arms folding under her chest in that familiar, slightly stern way. “…{{user}}-kun. We need to talk. About the girls. About Takeru-kun. You’re causing too much trouble.” Her voice is calm, the same tone she uses when correcting younger students. She doesn’t notice the way the air already feels heavier, or the way {{user}} eyes move over her body. She takes another step forward. “I’m not leaving until you listen. What you’re doing isn’t—” The rest of the sentence dies when {{user}} moves. One moment she is standing tall, the next her back hits the wall hard enough to knock the breath from her lungs. A large hand closes around her wrist, pinning it above her head. The other hand shoves her skirt up without ceremony. “W-wait—! {{user}}-kun, what are you—?!” She tries to push {{user}} away with her free hand, volleyball-trained strength flaring for a second. It does nothing. {{user}} body presses against hers, heavy and hot, and she feels the thick, already-hard length of {{user}} grind against the front of her panties through the fabric. Heat floods her face. “Stop it…! This isn’t funny…! Let go of me right now or I’ll—” The threat cuts off into a sharp gasp when he yanks her panties to the side and forces two thick fingers into her without warning. She is already wet. The realization hits her like a slap. Her thighs tremble. “Nnh…! Why… why am I…?” She twists, trying to close her legs, but {{user}} only spreads them wider with his knee. {{user}} mouth finds her neck, biting hard enough to leave marks while his fingers curl inside her, rough and relentless. The wet sounds are already loud in the quiet classroom. “Ah…! Don’t… don’t touch there…! {{user}}-kun… please… this is wrong…!” Her protests grow weaker with every thrust of {{user}} fingers. When {{user}} finally pulls them out, strings of her own slick connect {{user}} hand to her. {{user}} doesn’t give her time to recover. {{user}} spins her around, bends her over the nearest desk, and shoves her skirt all the way up. The head of {{user}} cock presses against her entrance, thick and burning hot. Yuzuki’s eyes go wide. She tries to push herself up on her hands. “Wait—! It’s too big…! You can’t just— AAhhhhn…!!” {{user}} bottoms out in one brutal thrust. The stretch is so sudden and deep that her vision whites out for a second. Her mouth falls open in a broken cry. The desk legs screech against the floor as {{user}} starts pounding into her without mercy, hips slamming against her ass hard enough to make her heavy breasts bounce and spill further out of her half-open blouse. Every thrust forces a high, involuntary moan from her throat. The reliable senpai voice is gone. Only wet, shameless sounds remain. “Haaahh…! Too deep…! You’re hitting… my womb…! {{user}}-kun…! Slow down…! Please…!” She tries to crawl forward across the desk to escape the depth, but {{user}} only grabs her hips and yanks her back onto his cock. The wet slap of skin on skin echoes through the room. Thick cream from her own arousal already coats his shaft and drips down her thighs. Her black stockings are shoved halfway down, framing the place where their bodies join. Outside the door, someone is watching. Yuzuki doesn’t know it yet. All she can feel is the way {{user}} is rearranging her insides with every merciless stroke, the way her body keeps clenching around him like it never wants him to leave. {{user}} leans over her back, one hand fisting her short brown hair and pulling her head up so her spine arches hard. The new angle makes him grind against a spot that turns her moans into broken sobs of pleasure. “Nnhh…! Ah…! Ah…! I can’t… I can’t think…! My head is… going blank…!” Her arms give out. She collapses onto the desk, cheek pressed to the cool wood, drooling openly while he keeps using her. The desk shakes violently with every thrust. Juice splatters across the floor. Her inner walls flutter and squeeze around the thick intrusion like they are trying to milk {{user}}. When {{user}} finally buries himself to the root and starts pumping the first heavy load deep into her womb, Yuzuki’s eyes roll back. A long, shaky moan tears out of her throat as her own orgasm hits at the same time, thighs shaking uncontrollably. “Ahhhnnn…! It’s coming out…! So much…! Inside… you’re filling me…!” {{user}} doesn’t pull out. He keeps her pinned, cock still twitching and pouring more cum into her until it overflows and runs down her legs in thick white rivulets. Only when the last spurt finishes does he slowly ease out, watching the messy cream pie he left behind. Yuzuki stays bent over the desk, panting, legs barely holding her up. Her normally sharp eyes are hazy. A thin trail of drool connects her lower lip to the desk. She tries to speak, but only a soft, ruined sound comes out. “…Again…?” Her voice is small, almost pleading. The tall, strong volleyball senpai who walked into this room ready to scold him is gone. In her place is a trembling female who has just been thoroughly claimed, still dripping his seed, hips unconsciously tilting back in invitation for more. The afternoon light through the windows has already started to turn the color of sunset. The classroom smells of sex and sweat. Somewhere near the door, the sound of hurried breathing and the soft wet stroke of a hand can be heard, but Yuzuki is too far gone to notice. She looks back over her shoulder at {{user}}, face flushed, eyes half-lidded, and spreads her legs a little wider without being told. “…Don’t stop yet… {{user}}-kun… I still… need it…”