Sekkusu & danjon! ! ~ Wagaya no chika ni, H kaisū = reberu no danjon ga shutsugen shita

"... thanks. Very well."

after-school classroom.

The time is about 17: 00.

I finally laughed nicely and thanked Mr. Fuyushima.

I've been able to hold back enough, and there are no other students left.

From the ground I could hear the uplifting ringing of the athletic department, but I couldn't feel any sign of anyone in the school building.

"Yes... you're welcome"

Fuyushima replies that she doesn't seem interested.

He said he'd been held back for over an hour, but he doesn't seem to have any emotions in particular.

As far as I'm concerned, I was prepared to be complained...

Mr. Fuyushima starts packing as he is.

I've done my part, and I guess I'm going home soon.

But I waited for Mr. Winter Island like that.

"Oh, wait a minute. I've bothered you, and I can afford a drink."

"... not needed"

"No, no, I'm sorry about that. Sit down. 'Cause I'll get it right away."

Hold Mr. Winter Island down who says no, then grab a bag and run out to the classroom exit.

The production is coming up.

For what it took, I need to entertain you.

I go straight out into the hallway and hide in the shadow of the door.

And I took two prepared pet bottles out of my bag.

One for tea and the other for coffee.

Both are so-called mini sizes with a content of 280 milliliters.

Both bottles were in the house, but the tea was carefully worked on.

Of course, craftsmanship is... a mixture of "thirst extracts”.

The amount mixed in is 20 milliliters and I don't see any difference just in appearance.

According to the instructions, I drink one sperm per 10 milliliters, so if you drink this up, I can enjoy two ejaculations.

By the way, I did a little licking myself to make sure it wasn't harmful to the human body.

It was so tasteless and odorless that it was indistinguishable from water, and I never felt sick after drinking it.

I gave it to a girl to drink, and I tried it, but I found the item useful, and I think it would be nice to do it.

Well, thanks to you, the amount has decreased a little...

"... Again"

"Mmm."

Take a moment before entering the classroom again.

You thought Mr. Fuyushima had normally even gone to the vending machine on the edge of the hallway, which still looks uninteresting.

I approached Mr. Winter Island like that and offered him tea.

"Yes. Something seems to be wrong with the vending machine, it might be a little wet"

"Yes... thanks"

"You're welcome."

I will give you a gentle smile back to Higashima, whom I thank.

This is the one I want to thank.

When I think about what Fuyushima will do, I should pay you about 100 times the price of tea.

I open the seal of my drink and drink it up very much.

This should make it easier for Fuyushima-san to drink.

And as the prospect suggests, Mr. Winter Island immediately opens the lid on the pet bottle.

……

Mr. Winter Island feels faintly uncomfortable and brings up a question mark.

It's something I already opened once, so I guess I didn't respond well to the new one.

But Fuyushima-san decided not to care, so keep the lid completely open.

"Huh... Huh... Huh..."

Fuyushima-san's throat rings cute and small.

The contents of the pet bottle keep disappearing.

You must have matched the pace of drinking with this one.

Maybe he thought it would be bad for me if I only drank late.

Or was your throat simply dry?

I emptied my own pet bottle while looking sideways at Mr. Winter Island like that.

And I'm going to throw away the empty container, and I'm just going to give Mr. Winter Island my hand.

Fuyushima-san was rushed to the reminder and drank the rest of the tea at once.

"Mmm... welcome"

Mr. Winter Island handing me an empty pet bottle while gently wiping his mouth.

I received the empty container while gutting inside.

Now the ”thirst extract” 20ml, everything went into Mr. Winter Island's body.

All you have to do is wait for it to work.

... and the anomaly, came soon.

"... hey, Saino-kun"

Higashima-san's mouth, who rarely speaks from herself, speaks to me.

I responded in the guise of casual wind as I felt my heart bounce against it.

"Mm, what?

"Drinks, I want more"

"... yes, shall we buy it again then?

"You don't have to buy it. That's not it."

Mr. Winter Island rejects this suggestion and goes on to say pale words.

While I understand what Fuyushima has to say, I continue to act like I don't know anything.

Fuyushima-san pointed at me with no expression.

At the end of that finger, of course...

"Simino-kun's semen, let me drink it"

Slutty favor out of Mr. Fuyushima's mouth, pointing at my groin.

But I still don't have any emotions in that look, and I don't see any shame at all.

Could it be that I don't understand the meaning of the line I said?

Maybe that's the effect of "thirst extract” as well.

"Okay, fine. Fuyushima taught me how to study."

"Thanks."

Behind the contents of a hell of a conversation, the negotiation ends pale.

I feel kind of strange.

I know it sounds like Mr. Fuyushima, but I didn't know you'd even do these conversations cool.

... Well, I don't hate these dry relationships either.

I sit in my chair and face Mr. Fuyushima as he sits down and chuck down my pants.

And I exposed the meat stick to the air that hardened in anticipation.

"Mmm..."

Seeing the erect meat stick, Mr. Winter Island leaks a slight exhalation.

The hand slowly approached my groin, holding the rod part without hesitation.

(... that's all, it feels good already)

I just got gripped, but my spine freaks me out.

The feel of a girl's hand as if it were different from mine.

It's soft, and your fingers are thin.

And the grip is different, and that feels so fresh.

But that hand, it's hard to get me moving.

I'm just gripping.

………… ... How do I have semen?

Hiroshima slightly hisses her eyebrows and gives her a rare and troubled look.

Apparently, my hand was stopped because I didn't know what to do.

Seems pretty negligent when it comes to sexual matters.

Experience aside, I've probably never even seen a book or website with that on it.

"If you move it up and down with your grip, I think you'll get out one of these days"

"... like this?

"Huh! Oh yeah, keep going...!

In accordance with my guidance, Mr. Fuyushima will initiate a handjob.

A small hand followed my meat stick back and forth, and I breathed without that pleasure.

It feels incredibly good.

Was it such a good thing to have a girl look at a meat stick?

Of course Dr. Harumachi's cock was the best, but this is another different splendor.

As a stimulus, it's close to being a mess on its own.

But the size of the hands, the softness, the force applied and subtracted... everything is gentle, unwieldy and comfortable.

Besides, I can focus on pleasure only because I don't need to move my own hands.

And more importantly, the best was the sight in front of me.

(That Fuyushima-san is messing with my stuff...!

Mr. Winter Island with his finished beauty, always cool and cold.

But Mr. Fuyushima is now holding my meat stick for her first sexual service.

The flowers of the high ridge that everyone yearns for are obsessed with me trying to ejaculate.

"Ku......!

"... did it hurt?

"Yes, no, the... it feels too good..."

"Yes, go on."

Unexpectedly when the limit approaches and eats away his teeth, Mr. Fuyushima interrupts the blemishes and peeks at my complexion.

But I was immediately convinced of the explanation and resumed the upper and lower hand.

"... tell me when you're about to leave. Because I drink."

Mr. Fuyushima continues to hold his hand, while gazing at me and declaring.

A face that feels natural.

He still can't resist drinking semen.

I nod, leaving myself in comfort as I go up the stairs to the limit.

Fuyushima-san will be able to release more than he can compare to masturbation if he thinks he will drink it.

"Huh... Huh... Huh..."

From Fuyushima's mouth, a little disturbed breathing leaks.

Apparently, he's getting tired of moving his arms.

But there is no way that the hand will stop.

As soon as possible, you want to push me into ejaculation.

And Mr. Fuyushima's appearance amplifies my pleasure mentally.

Fuyushima-san, who rarely even shows up where she's always quiet and sweaty, is disturbing her breathing to please me.

The usual iron skin also collapses slightly and the straight brunette is shaken and restless.

Perfect beauty was just a little disturbed, creating intense sexiness.

"Fuyushima-san... Keep going...! I'll be out soon...!

"Mm, okay... hmm..."

To my proclamation, Mr. Fuyushima continues his hard work.

The last moment, it's almost there.

You found that instinctively better, Mr. Fuyushima's hands are moving faster to hunt me down.

My meat stick went up to its limits, as it aimed.

And now that my patience is no longer working, I instruct Mr. Fuyushima with a chopped voice.

"Ugh, wow... Mr. Winter Island, so, I'm leaving, get ready...!

"Hmm... anytime"

Mr. Winter Island knocks his upper body down and puts his mouth close to right in front of my meat stick.

In the meantime, my hand will continue, and I will head straight for ejaculation.

And finally...

"So, get out! Fuyushima!!

"Ahem."

"Ugh!!

Doku! Doku! Doku! Doku!

The turtle head is wrapped in a warm feeling, and at that moment, the pleasure explodes.

Overwhelming sense of release.

The semen is spit out in large quantities, all of which is poured into Mr. Winter Island's mouth.

But Mr. Fuyushima never lets go of his mouth.

All this semen is something that Mr. Fuyushima doesn't want.

I caressed Fuyushima-san's head unexpectedly and kept ejaculating as I disturbed that brunette as I thought.

"Mm... mmm, mmm..."

Mr. Winter Island's throat starts ringing where sporadic releases have staggered.

I don't think I'll be able to drink a little.

But Fuyushima-san drinks everything with the meat stick on, and wonderfully, she sucks the meat stick hard and swallows the semen left in the urethra as well.

I filled my heart with pride, intoxicated by its best service.

It was incredibly pleasant, Mr. Winter Island's handjob and sophisticated drinking.

But it's not over yet.

The "thirst extract” I gave him to drink was 20 milliliters, or two ejaculations.

In other words, we can make Higashima-san serve another shot later.

(Ok, next...!

I immediately revived my sexuality with anticipation as I watched Mr. Fuyushima bury his face in his groin.