Stealing Spree

Chapter 2917: Naughty Senior (5) *

Upon noticing my reaction, she let out a small, triumphant hum. Then, she started to suck with more force, her cheeks sinking in as she tried to pull as much of me into her mouth as her anatomy would allow.

The wet, sliding sensation was overwhelming, and I felt the first real wave of tension build at the tip of my cock.

”N-ngh... senpai, you’re actually... a natural at this. You’re not joking.” I managed to choke out, my hand tightening in her hair.

Yumika paused, pulling back just enough to look up at me, her lips glistening and her face a shade of crimson that would put a ripe tomato to shame. A smug smile then played on her lips but it failed to mask her ragged breathing. She could barely keep the expression steady.

”A natural, huh? I told you, Onoda-kun. Whether it’s archery or... this... I don’t settle for anything less than a perfect score.”

Soon after that, she didn’t give me a chance to respond.

She dove back down, her movements becoming more fluid and confident. She had stopped treating my cock like a curiosity and started treating it like a prize she intended to fully claim, even though she still had no idea what was waiting for her at the end of this.

She tightened her grip on the base, providing a steady counter-pressure as her mouth slid over the shaft with a wet, rhythmic suction.

The sensation was an intoxicating mix of heat and friction, the kind that made the world outside the storage room fade into insignificance.

Seeing my whole body shuddering with my knees almost buckling, she knew I was already close to my limit.

She leaned into it, and her movements became faster and more desperate. She seemed to be chasing a reaction, pushing me toward the edge with a focused intensity that left me lightheaded.

As the pressure built, my hand shifted from her hair to the back of her head, finally guiding her rhythm.

She noticed that and allowed me to direct her like this. The expression on her face even became tinged with pride as if having me act like this was a recognition of her skill.

At the moment, the heat of the room continued rising, the scent of old wood and athletic equipment mingling with the sweet and succulent scent emanating from her body.

Right. Even without me observing it closely, her love juices were already dripping.

Soon enough, the friction of her tongue against the sensitive ridge of the head was proven too much. A low groan escaped my lips, and I felt my hips buck forward.

Yumika didn’t pull away. In fact, she did the opposite, loosening her grip on the base of my shaft and clasping her lips tightly. That sudden change in pressure seemed to flood my senses with pleasure.

And upon seeing it, her eyes glinted with satisfaction. She wanted to see me break.

”Mhm. Senpai, you’ve done it. I don’t think I can stop anymore...” I groaned, my fingers tightening in her hair.

The sensation was a relentless wave, crashing against my nerves with every wet slide of her lips.

A flicker of pure, competitive triumph lit up in her eyes.

Like this, she bobbed her head in a quickened pace while increasing the suction. Each time she would pull back, her tongue would swirl around the tip with a precision driven by her desire to see me unbidden.

I could feel the muscles of her cheeks working, her entire being focused on the point of contact.

The build-up was becoming unbearable.

My vision blurred slightly, the dim light of the storage room narrowing down to just the image of her flushed face, stuffed with me, and the rhythmic movement of her head.

Just as the pressure reached its peak, Yumika pulled back slightly, her lips glistening, and looked up at me with a mischievous, challenging glint.

She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, resting my cock on it as she began stroking me furiously with her hand.

The sudden change in rhythm was a cruel tease like a momentary plateau before the final climb. She looked up at me, her eyes shimmering with a mix of innocence and newfound lust, clearly enjoying the way I was squirming under her touch.

”What happened to the ’perfect score’, senpai?” I breathed, my voice barely a whisper. ”Are you going to leave me hanging right at the finish line?”

This girl... She seemed so eager to see me be desperate as well. And I’d give it to her. She was doing a great job in both teasing and pleasuring me.

If I didn’t know she was still all new to this before today, I’d think she was already an experienced senior. But no... I guess it’s my fault again, corrupting the proud senior of the Archery Club.

Suzuki Yumika let out a soft, haughty hum. ”Patience is a virtue in archery, Onoda-kun. If you rush the shot, you miss the target. And I... don’t want that.”

”Then stop playing with the bowstring and just fire,” I countered.

Suzuki Yumika’s eyes flashed.

Naturally, she didn’t like being told what to do, but she loved the challenge of a demand.

With a sudden, decisive movement, she lunged forward again. This time, she picked up with neither hesitation nor cautious exploration. She enveloped the entire head of my cock in her mouth, sucking with a vacuum-like intensity that sent a shockwave of pleasure straight to my gut.

The sensation was overwhelming. The heat of her mouth, the wetness of her tongue, and the firm pressure of her hand at the base created a perfect storm of stimulation.

I felt my back arch and my hips jerking forward as the tension in my lower body reached a breaking point.

Suzuki Yumika felt the shift. She could feel the pulsing intensity of my cock against her tongue, and she responded by increasing the speed, her head bobbing in a frantic, rhythmic motion.

”Ngh... Yumika!”

The sound of her name escaping my lips in a ragged gasp seemed to trigger something in her. She leaned into the momentum, her eyes locking onto mine with a fierce, competitive hunger.

The curiosity and desire mingled within her eyes as she chased for my climax, determined to be the one who orchestrated my surrender.

The wet, sliding friction of her lips combined with the tight grip of her hand created a sensory overload that made my vision swim.

With this, the pressure built into a white-hot spike of tension at the base of my spine. I felt my hips buck instinctively, trying to push deeper into the warmth of her mouth.

Suzuki Yumika let out a muffled, triumphant sound as she felt the sudden surge. She didn’t let up for a second, her tongue swirling around the ridge of my head with a desperate, rhythmic precision that pushed me over the edge.

Soon, the world narrowed down to the point of contact, the sensation of her lips and the heat of her mouth becoming the only things that existed.

I felt the tension in my lower body snap like a released bowstring, and an involuntary moan escaped my throat as the first wave of release hit.

My hips jerked forward, fitting more of me in her mouth as the intense pulsing failed to stop what was coming.

Suzuki Yumika closed her eyes and didn’t flinch as the first burst of my cum shot out, painting the walls of her mouth white.

Her tongue seemed to move to capture them, only to be met with another thick shot.

Perhaps overwhelmed or just surprised, her eyes opened wide with a mixture of shock and pride.

She kept her suction strong, swallowing the subsequent thick, hot bursts of my seed with a focused intensity along with rhythmic gulps. She looked like she was savoring the victory, her gaze locked onto mine, witnessing the exact moment my composure completely crumbled under her touch.

As the final pulse subsided, I let out a long, shuddering exhale as my hips stopped trembling. I took a step back, pulling out of her mouth but the girl seemed to be eager to suck every last drop.

She only let me go after a minute when everything I released had long been gulped down her throat.

Then, she started coughing as she stared at me with slight resentment amidst her triumphant expression, “Ugh... Onoda-kun, w-water. It’s too thick, I think some of it got stuck.”

... Alright. I’d have to give it to this girl. She’s such a freak.