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"I feel a little excited, you know."
Anna-chan said this with a slight hint of joy as we arrived at Haneda Airport.
For Anna-chan, who was born in France, an international flight to her home country shouldn't be anything unusual. She's probably far more accustomed to overseas travel than I am. So, for her to say she's excited must be because she's traveling abroad with someone of the opposite sex who isn't family.
Normally, a minor in middle school traveling overseas with a non-family member of the opposite sex would be considered incredibly inappropriate. Anna-chan, still only thirteen, had her guardian, Mireille-san, write a travel consent form to allow her to go to France. As for me, the accompanying adult—who looks unmistakably Japanese—the immigration officer gave me a deeply suspicious look, but we barely managed to get through by lying that I was her uncle by marriage.
That sense of transgression and thrill must be part of it too. I won't deny that I'm also excited, acting like a kid despite my age, partly because it's been so long since I've been abroad.
But Anna-chan isn't the type to cheer openly. Maybe it's because of her maturity beyond her years, but she likely feels a deep guilt over leaving behind her beloved parents—who are bedridden with back pain and the flu—and, above all, taking me away from Aika behind her back.
When Anna-chan and I have sex in secret, hiding from Aika, we're no different from any other lovers. We kiss passionately, whisper sweet nothings, and spend the whole night—or until morning—slowly, sometimes fiercely, entwined together.
Taking me abroad means, in a way, escaping the watchful eyes of Aika and the other residents of Sazanami-sou.
In a sense, we're free. Of course, I'm aware that we already do whatever we want in private, but being in a situation where no one can see what we're doing—what kind of effect will that have on us?
The purpose of this trip is, first and foremost, to help Anna-chan's father. But if there are all sorts of temptations along the way, I'm not confident I'll be able to restrain myself.
Her face still carries traces of childishness, yet her features are terrifyingly refined. Snow-white skin. Transparent, pale blue eyes.
Her outfit—denim hot pants and a thin T-shirt—is something you'd see on any Japanese middle school girl, but her high waistline, the curve of her hips, her impossibly beautiful legs, and above all, her F-cup bust set her apart with a beauty that far surpasses that of any Japanese girl.
Despite being only around 150 cm tall, her body is unbelievably alluring. And when Anna-chan undresses, it gets even more incredible. Her full, ripe curves are mesmerizingly beautiful, and her pale pink nipples and areolas are perfect.
Her soft, plump buttocks are a delight to squeeze, and the delicate flesh below clings to a man's member and refuses to let go.
Her waist is so narrow it's hard to believe she's a middle schooler, and there's not an ounce of excess fat on her. Yet her butt and bust are miraculously soft, and I have no choice but to painfully acknowledge the superiority of Caucasian women as sexual symbols. The sheer power of a white middle schooler is beyond anything a Japanese girl can match.
And, most likely, no one passing by would ever imagine that a plain, unremarkable Japanese man like me is her sexual partner.
"But… are you really okay with this? Using up your precious vacation time just for me…"
Even as we stood in front of the boarding gate, Anna-chan still looked terribly guilty. It's true that I've burned through most of my paid leave for this trip, but I have no regrets about it now. If anything, I'm grateful that the Vallière family is covering the costs of going to France. The only thing that weighs on me is leaving Aika behind in Japan, but with me gone, my little sister Suzuka-chan might find it easier to visit Sazanami-sou, and Aika is mature enough (emotionally, at least) that I'm not too worried.
"Don't worry about it. I've always wanted to visit your hometown at least once."
That was nothing but the truth.
It's rare to find someone who doesn't get excited about traveling abroad, and having a local as a guide is reassuring. With my French limited to Je t'aime, Bonjour, and Merci, I probably wouldn't have gone to France in my lifetime without an opportunity like this.
I would've loved to bring Aika along too, but that can wait for another time.
"Okay. In that case, I'll show you all around France. We'll eat lots of delicious food, visit beautiful places, and then—"
For just a moment, Anna-chan's gaze flickered down to my lower half before she hesitated, her face flushing with embarrassment.
The words that would've followed "and then—"…
They were a signal only the two of us would understand.
By this point in summer vacation, we'd already gone far beyond creampies—we'd even done anal.
A thirty-four-year-old Japanese man and a thirteen-year-old French girl.
We both understood that there was no turning back now.
Under the pretense of helping her father, this trip would effectively become a sex vacation—and we both knew it.
As proof, we'd changed our flight from a morning arrival to an evening one. That way, we could stay at a hotel near the airport after landing in Paris.
Part of it was because Mireille-san's ticket had to be canceled and rebooked, but we also used the excuse that the original flight was fully booked to switch to a later one.
Anna-chan and I didn't even discuss it.
We were just in the same room while choosing the tickets, exchanging a few glances.
An unspoken understanding.
Anna-chan didn't object at all to spending a night with me near the airport.
We could've just as easily taken a flight the next day if we were going to stay at a hotel anyway, but we still chose this one because, implicitly, this was what we both wanted.
Aika, sharp as she is, probably understood what this meant.
The fact that she didn't object was because she doesn't oppose me having sex with other girls besides her.
If anything, she almost seemed to encourage it.
I don't know why, but the result is that I've now creampied four different elementary and middle school girls, Aika included.
Once we reach the hotel, we'll undoubtedly strip naked and go at it.
All night long, I'll thrust into Anna-chan's plump backside, climaxing over and over until morning.
Anna-chan, for her part, will revive my penis again and again, welcoming my manhood into her youthful, yet irresistibly erotic body.
The thought alone is enough to make me hard, but I'll hold back for now. Doing anything in a risky place like an airport would be far too dangerous.
(A-Anna-chan…?)
But just as I thought that, a little devil appeared, unconsciously chipping away at my self-control.
Right now, we're on a plane, 10,000 meters above the ground.
The cabin lights had already been dimmed for the night, leaving only the occasional reading light glowing in the darkness.
Naturally, most passengers were fast asleep.
Anna-chan, seated by the window, and I, sitting beside her, were no exception—we had our blankets draped over us as we tried to rest.
But then, a problem arose.
I couldn't sleep at all.
Maybe it was the unfamiliar atmosphere of an international flight with a mix of Japanese and French passengers, or maybe I just wasn't used to sleeping in a space full of strangers. Whatever the reason, I lay there, wide awake, staring into the dim cabin.
Anna-chan, who was used to international flights, seemed to have no trouble falling asleep. I could faintly hear her cute, even breathing.
Well, since we're staying at a hotel anyway, I could just skip the nap altogether. But considering that I might not get any sleep once we're alone in the room with Anna-chan, a short nap of an hour or two would be ideal.
Yet, sleep still wouldn't come. It was already nighttime in Japan, so I should've been tired, but my eyes remained stubbornly open.
(…Huh?)
Then, it happened.
As Anna-chan turned over in her seat, she ended up leaning against me.
(T-Too close…!)
Suddenly pressed against a beautiful Caucasian girl, my rationality nearly snapped.
You might think, After all the creampies, what's the big deal now? But when an F-cup beauty clings to you in her sleep, her defenseless posture and snow-white cleavage on full display, even an adult's heart might burst.
Still, I couldn't just push her away, so I ended up feeling Anna-chan's warm breath against my chest.
If this had been Anna-chan traveling alone, and the guy sitting next to her had been some young stranger, he definitely would've groped her chest by now.
Using his elbow to subtly press against her breasts, peeking into her T-shirt if he had the chance, savoring the sight of her pure white cleavage.
She's the one who leaned on me.
That's the excuse he'd use to indulge in the sensation of this angelic girl who wouldn't wake up.
Of course, I wouldn't do something like that—but my dick under the blanket starting to stiffen was unavoidable. Any man who wouldn't get excited in this situation is someone I'd like to meet.
"Kasahara… san…?"
Half-asleep, Anna-chan stirred, her eyes fluttering open. Seemingly unaware that she was pressed against me, she blinked drowsily, looking around and touching various things to confirm her surroundings.
Eventually, her hand found the tent in my pants.
At first, she squeezed it curiously, as if wondering, What's this? But once she realized it was unmistakably an erect penis, her face turned bright red, and she seemed to fully wake up.
"S-Sorry… I—"
Cutting her off, I raised a finger to my lips in a shhh gesture. Talking at a normal volume might wake other passengers, and letting anyone realize a minor was gripping a man's erection would be disastrous.
(It's fine. No one can see.)
When I whispered this, Anna-chan finally seemed to notice the blanket covering us.
With both of us under the same blanket, even if someone saw us sitting close, they'd never guess that what was happening beneath it was essentially a handjob.
Luckily, the passengers around us were still asleep, and the flight attendants hadn't come by in a while.
This was the perfect opportunity.
(You can do whatever you want, Anna.)
"D-Do whatever…?"
I deliberately dropped the honorifics, the way I did during sex, to draw out her boldness.
After all, she was the one who brought me all the way to France for this. Nearly ten hours had passed since we left home, and we hadn't done anything yet.
Both of us were reaching our limits.
(There's no way I could… do that here…)
Even as she said that, Anna-chan slowly unzipped my pants.
Tears welled in her eyes, but her body seemed to have other ideas.
Hesitantly, she slipped her hand inside my pants, her smooth fingers wrapping around my bare cock.
The moment she touched me, a bolt of sinful lightning shot through my entire body.
An international flight, with everyone asleep.
In this dangerous, enclosed space, a thirteen-year-old girl was gripping my penis.
And not over my pants—directly.
The only thing shielding us from view was a single blanket.
(There's… no going back now.)
Pouting slightly, Anna-chan glared at me. Even that expression was unbearably cute, doubling my excitement.
(…Honestly. Kasahara-san's penis is too impressive.)
Though she sounded exasperated, her hand began moving lovingly along my shaft.
Slowly, carefully—making sure no one noticed.
But that only made it feel even better.
A more meticulous, gentler handjob than usual.
Her smooth palm glided along my length, her slender fingers tracing the veins and the head.
It was almost like a mother teaching her son, a handjob filled with affection.
(Anna-chan… I'm gonna cum…!)
(Huh? Already?)
It almost sounded like she was calling me a premature ejaculator, but the truth was, I was on the verge much faster than usual.
The enclosed space of the plane, surrounded by passengers, created an unimaginable sense of taboo.
And Anna-chan's technique felt even more obscene than usual.
Less like a middle schooler and more like a seasoned prostitute with ten years of experience.
She slowed down when I was close, then resumed her lewd strokes once the feeling subsided.
In just a month, Anna-chan's skills had improved dramatically.
From a pure virgin, she'd progressed to blowjobs, paizuri, and even creampies and anal sex. It would've been stranger if she hadn't improved.
Plus, her obedient personality—more submissive than even a traditional Yamato Nadeshiko—made her a quick learner in bed.
If I told her to lick my ass, she'd do it without hesitation (even going deep inside). If I told her to swallow every drop, she'd gulp down whatever I gave her.
She could ride me like a succubus when she got worked up, but she was usually the submissive one in bed—and more devoted to my pleasure than anyone else.
She'd been clumsy at first, but now, no one could make me feel better than she did.
We both knew our bodies were a perfect match.
(Then… please cum in my mouth.)
Saying this, Anna-chan ducked under the blanket.
Whether it was a facial, a creampie, or anything else, Anna-chan always asked for it herself, which was unbelievably arousing.
Of course, if I came here, the smell might give us away, and if I stained the seat or blanket, there'd be no explaining it.
The only way to completely hide the evidence was to cum in her mouth and have her swallow it.
But Anna-chan didn't seem to care about any of that. She asked for it purely because she wanted it.
Sometimes, she'd even beg, "Can I lick your asshole?"
If a beautiful white girl like this was not only submissive but actively offering sexual favors, any man—married, a father, whatever—would follow her to the ends of the earth.
(Ahh…!)
Under the blanket, I felt Anna-chan's lips wrap around my exposed cock.
The wetness of her saliva, the softness of her tongue, the plushness of her lips.
Above all, the fact that a thirteen-year-old French girl was sucking my dick made me want to moan out loud. But I kept it to a pathetic whimper in my head.
(I-I'm gonna cum…!)
Just as I was about to climax from her blowjob, Anna-chan slipped her smooth hand into my pants, her cool fingertips expertly teasing my asshole and prostate.
There probably aren't many second-year middle schoolers this skilled in sexual techniques.
Her tongue and mouth working my shaft.
Her fingers stimulating my prostate.
And her hands massaging my base and balls.
With all three at once, a wave of pleasure shot straight through my skull.
(Ahh…!!)
A flood of cum surged up my urethra.
I didn't just cum once. Over and over, I pumped my white load into the delicate girl's mouth, down her throat.
Here, surrounded by so many passengers, 10,000 meters in the air, I'd just creampied a middle schooler's mouth.
In the afterglow, guilt and taboo washed over me.
But they only merged with the pleasure, engulfing my entire body once more.
What an incredible high.
Cumming for a thirteen-year-old in front of all these people felt amazing.
And if that thirteen-year-old was an unbelievably beautiful French girl?
Nothing could top that.
At this point, even if the plane crashed, I'd die happy.
(Honestly… this is the last time we do something like this here, okay?)
Finally, after swallowing every last drop of my cum, Anna-chan emerged from the blanket, looking up at me with flushed cheeks.
The sight of her face reddened and her lips still glistening with my semen was unbearably erotic—but even more than that, the fact that she still hadn't let go of my cock under the blanket sent indescribable sensations through me.
That I could still cum again.
And that Anna-chan had no intention of stopping here.
That much was obvious to both of us.
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