The pinky panty slides down Riko's thighs, pooling around her ankles. She stands before Hiro, almost completely naked, her whole body bathed in the sunlight. Every curve, every line, every secret is now laid bare.
Hiro's eyes devour her, tracing the elegant line from her shoulders down her slender torso, past her small, impossibly narrow waist, to the generous flare of her hips. He takes in the fullness of her D-cup breasts, their nipples still erect and beckoning from his earlier ministrations. He savors the sight of her flat belly, then his gaze descends, drawn irresistibly downwards, towards the ultimate revelation.
Her lower beauty is a masterpiece of natural curves. Her thighs, long and toned, are now parted, revealing the shadowed juncture of her groin. He sees the soft, delicate curve of her mons, a pristine mound that is subtly, beautifully rounded. The delicate labia, a soft pink, are perfectly formed, hinting at the depths within. The pubic area itself is a neat, dark triangle of soft hair, framing the tender flesh, a stark contrast against her pale skin. He notes the tightness of her virginity, the subtle folds still sealed, a stark contrast to the aggressive lust burning in his eyes. He imagines the incredible wetness he has already coaxed from her, the way her clitoris would swell and throb under his touch.
His eyes trace the smooth, unblemished skin of her inner thighs, moving downwards to her knees, perfectly proportioned, then her calves, taut and athletic, leading to her elegant ankles and small feet. He envisions her firm, round ass, subtly clenched in a mix of shame and involuntary tension, the very curve he had so possessively held and molded just moments before. Every detail of her unhidden beauty is a testament to her perfection, a vision of raw, untouched sensuality that he now owns, captured for his eyes .
Riko's hands frantically pulling down her t-shirt, desperate to cover her exposed breasts. "Hiro-kun, that's enough!" she whispers, her voice thick with shame and a raw plea. "Please, just stop. I can't do this anymore."
But Hiro's eyes are locked on her, a predatory gleam in their depths. He takes a step back, allowing her to momentarily cover her top, but his gaze drops immediately, devouring her round ass, perfectly framed by the now-empty space where her panties had been. He lets out a low chuckle, a dismissive sound that mocks her attempt at modesty.
"Enough?" Hiro purrs, his voice dripping with lust and a cruel amusement. "Oh, Riko-chan, we're just getting started. Look at you. Your feminine figure is breathtaking. That ass is a masterpiece, so full and round, just begging to be touched." He takes another step closer, his gaze burning into her. "And down there..." he breathes, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, his eyes fixed on the shadowed juncture between her thighs, on her virgin pussy. "That's the real treasure, isn't it? So tight, so untouched, so perfectly... innocent." His words are a direct, brutal assault, stripping away her pride, leaving her exposed and vulnerable to his relentless lust.
Riko's face burns crimson, and she instinctively clamps her hands over her groin area, a desperate, futile attempt to shield herself from his invasive gaze, from his crude words. Her body trembles, a mix of shame and a terrifying, unwanted arousal coiling in her stomach.
But Hiro is faster. And stronger. His hand flashes out, bypassing her trembling fingers, and his palm presses directly against her pussy. The contact is immediate, overwhelming. An electric shock jolts through Riko, a sudden, piercing sensation that makes her gasp, her body arching involuntarily. It's her first touch, raw and undeniable, from a man who has now claimed every part of her.
Hiro's hand, a burning brand against Riko's pussy, holds her still. "Stay still, Riko-chan," he murmurs, his voice a low, commanding whisper. "Just let me do my job. I just want to see how truly beautiful your pussy is. This is between us, a private moment, a couple's intimacy." He spins it, twisting his violation into a perverse act of shared experience, making her feel that her body's exposure is simply a natural part of their forced relationship.
Riko's eyes, wide and filled with a raw, primal terror, meet his for a fleeting second, but she quickly averts her gaze. Her hands, still clamped over her groin, are a desperate, futile shield.
Hiro's voice hardens, his tone brooking no argument. "Take your hands away, Riko-chan. And spread your legs a little for me. Just a bit." His eyes are fixed on her, demanding absolute compliance. He's not asking; he's commanding.
Her body trembles, a deep, internal shudder. She wants to resist, to fight, but her will has been shattered, replaced by a profound, agonizing submission. Slowly, her trembling hands lower, revealing her pussy fully to his gaze. Her legs, guided by his unspoken command, part slightly, offering him a wider, more intimate view.
Hiro kneels down before her, his eyes devouring the sight. He wants to see everything. He reaches out, his hand pressing firmly against her belly, not with aggression, but with a deliberate force that pushes her gently backward, closer to the low rooftop half-wall. Riko's back touches the cool concrete, effectively pinning her in place, making her even more vulnerable.
He leans in close, his gaze fixed on her pussy. He can see the delicate folds, the subtle curves, the untouched beauty that he has now fully exposed. His breath hitches as he takes in the sight, the intimate details of her virginity laid bare before him. He sees the glistening wetness that his touch has coaxed from her, the way her clitoris swells, a tiny, sensitive pearl. He imagines the taste, the scent, the feel of her untouched core.
He reaches out, his finger gently, slowly, parting her labia, wanting to see even deeper inside. His thumb brushes over her clitoris, a light, exploratory touch that sends a jolt through Riko's entire frame, eliciting a silent gasp. He notices the tightness, the innocence, the sheer vulnerability of her young body, completely at his mercy. His lust is a palpable force, a burning hunger that consumes him as he revels in his ultimate conquest. She has no choice, completely trapped and exposed, a beautiful, high-class doll now fully unveiled for his perverse gratification.
Hidden behind the soil bags, Ken watches, a complex storm raging within him. The sight of Riko, his beautiful, prideful sister, completely unveiled and utterly compliant, sends a jolt of illicit excitement through him. He sees her hands slowly lower, her legs part, her body yielding to Hiro's every command. A profound wave of betrayal washes over him, quickly followed by a surging heat in his groin, his dick hardening and a slick film of precum coating its tip. The Ice Queen is falling, and the perverse thrill of witnessing her degradation is almost unbearable.
Hiro, his face close to Riko's pussy, lets his eyes devour the sight. He watches her, his gaze lingering on her clitoris, swollen and prominent from his earlier touch. He lets out a low chuckle, a dismissive sound that mocks her shame. "My god, Riko-chan," he murmurs, his voice thick with lust, "you're even more beautiful up close. So wet, so inviting. You're begging for it, aren't you? Begging for me to taste you." His words are a direct, brutal assault, stripping away her pride, leaving her exposed and vulnerable to his relentless lust.
Riko's body trembles, a silent shudder running through her. She tries to avert her gaze, to pull away, but she's pinned against the wall, her legs subtly spread. Her mind screams in protest, but her body, overwhelmed by the shame and the relentless pressure, feels utterly strengthless.
Hiro leans in, his breath warm against her inner thigh. Riko's eyes widen in terror, her body tensing, but it's too late. His tongue, hot and wet, touches her clitoris. A sharp gasp tears from Riko's throat, a sound of pure shock and violation. He begins to lick, slowly at first, then with a deliberate, rhythmic motion, savoring the taste of her wetness, the unique scent of her arousal.
He deepens the contact, his tongue probing, swirling, sucking her clitoris into his mouth. Riko's body arches involuntarily, a wave of intense, confusing sensation washing over her. She's never experienced anything like this, the raw, explicit intimacy, the undeniable pleasure mixing with the profound shame. A low, involuntary moan escapes her lips, a sound she tries desperately to stifle, but it's swallowed by the sounds of Hiro's fervent sucking and licking.
"That's it, Riko-chan," Hiro murmurs, his voice thick with triumph, his mouth still clamped to her. "So delicious. You taste incredible. You're becoming such a good little slut for me, aren't you? Begging for more, just like I knew you would." He continues to lustfully lick and suck her pussy, driving her closer and closer to a climax she utterly despises but cannot prevent. Riko feels a searing hotness spread through her core, a terrifying pleasure that shatters her pride into a million pieces. She is utterly shattered, her will completely broken, her body responding to his every vile command.
Riko's legs tremble, a profound weakness seizing her, threatening to buckle beneath her. She feels as though she can't stand firmly on the ground, her sense of balance shattered by the overwhelming assault on her senses. Her hands shoot out, desperately grasping the rough edge of the rooftop's half-wall, her knuckles white as she clings on, a fragile attempt to remain upright. The feeling is utterly alien, a dizzying blend of degradation and a raw, insistent pleasure she's never known.
Hiro's mouth remains clamped to her pussy, his tongue a relentless, invading force. He deepens the contact, his tongue now infiltrating inside her, probing and stirring around her inner wall. The sensation is shockingly intimate, a violation that simultaneously ignites every nerve ending. He sucks harder, his mouth creating a powerful vacuum around her clitoris, the direct, intense pressure electrifying her with every pull. She gasps, a strangled sound, her head falling back against the cool concrete of the wall, utterly exposed.
Her body begins to convulse, not in resistance, but in a profound, unwilling response. A low, guttural moan escapes her lips, a sound she never knew she could make, a sound of utter surrender. The tingling heat between her legs intensifies, building into an unbearable pressure, an insistent throb that consumes her entire being. The shame is still there, a burning ember in her mind, but it is utterly drowned out by the tidal wave of sensation.
A moment later, it hits her. A violent, shattering climax rips through Riko's body, shaking her to her core. Her knees buckle, her desperate grip on the wall failing, and she crumples, falling to the ground in a heap, kneeling before Hiro, utterly spent, utterly broken, and completely at his mercy. Her pride, her will, her very being, has been utterly shattered by the raw, undeniable force of his conquest.
Hiro stares down at Riko, kneeling before him, her body trembling, utterly spent from her involuntary climax. A slow, triumphant smile spreads across his face, his eyes gleaming with a possessive satisfaction. He lowers himself, kneeling before her, his gaze devouring her pussy, still glistening and swollen from his relentless assault.
"That's it, Riko-chan," he murmurs, his voice a low, husky growl, thick with lust. "You liked that, didn't you? Tell me, did my tongue make you come? Was it good for you?" He reaches out, his fingers gently tracing the delicate folds of her vulva, sending another shiver through her.
Riko can't form words. Her body is still wracked by tremors, waves of sensation washing over her, a confusing blend of shame and a terrifying, undeniable pleasure she has never known. She can only manage a series of short, ragged gasps, her head hanging low, unable to meet his gaze.
Hiro chuckles, a dark, knowing sound. He recognizes the dazed, bewildered look in her eyes, the signs of a body utterly overwhelmed by sensation. "You don't have to tell me, Riko-chan," he purrs, his voice laced with a perverse amusement. "Your body tells me everything. You're shaking like a leaf, and your pussy is still dripping wet. That's a 'yes' in my book."
He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Has anyone ever made you feel like that before, Riko-chan? Has anyone ever brought you to your knees like this? Or was my tongue the first to make the Ice Queen melt like that?" He probes, relentlessly, seeking confirmation of his unique conquest, relishing the thought of being the first to break her.
Riko shakes her head feebly, a silent denial, tears still streaming down her face. "No," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "No one."
"Not even yourself?" Hiro presses, his thumb gently rubbing her clitoris, coaxing another shiver from her. "You ever played with that pussy of yours, Riko-chan? Made it feel good?"
Riko squeezes her eyes shut, her body tensing. "No," she protests, a desperate plea in her voice. "Please... I never did that. Just... let me go. It's over."
Hiro's smile hardens, a cold gleam entering his eyes. He pulls back slightly, but his gaze remains fixed on her. "Over?" he scoffs, his voice laced with a chilling disbelief. "Oh, Riko-chan, that's unfair, isn't it? You just got your climax. You just got your pleasure. You can't just leave me here, unsatisfied, after that, can you?" The unspoken demand hangs heavy in the air, a chilling promise that her degradation is far from over.