From the time he entered high school, Yuiga Taro had one persistent worry.
It was a fact he had been avoiding—one he knew he would eventually have to face.
But now, he could no longer look away.
"...Zekka."
Standing before him was his childhood friend, Miyamoto Zekka.
Though she was several years older, they had always been inseparable. While Zekka kept to herself at school—friendless by choice—Taro was the one person she allowed close.
But now, everything was about to change.
With his middle school graduation came an inevitable departure—one that would tear him away from their hometown… and from her.
Before he left, he wanted to confess what he'd buried in his heart for years.
That was his resolve.
But—
"Taro… me too."
He hadn't realized just how heavy those words would be.
Zekka, who had no other friends.
Even her childhood friend—him—was about to leave her behind.
'Just how painful would that loneliness be for her?' Taro should have known.
Here, in their secret hideout—a place where only the two of them ever came, a place where no one else dared to approach due to Taro's intense training—he stood before her, his restraint already crumbling.
And Zekka was no different.
"Mmm… chuu… slurpp~!"
Without warning, Zekka pressed her lips against his in a fierce kiss.
Her hot breath filled his mouth, and his mind blanked out in an instant.
"Nngh Mmmph… slurp. Lick!"
Her tongue coiled around his, sucking greedily, and his hips jerked in response.
While their tongues tangled lewdly, Zekka's hands roamed over his body, her fingers tracing his skin in slow, sensual caresses.
"Zekka… you're way more aggressive than I thought… You're usually so quiet."
At his words, Zekka pulled back just enough to whisper,
"Because… I don't want to lose you, Taro."
"Zekka…"
"I know there's an age gap… I know this is wrong… but—"
Hearing her say that, Taro's last shred of resistance vanished.
His cock, already hard from their heated kiss, strained against his pants. Noticing this, Zekka didn't hesitate—her fingers immediately went for his zipper.
In response, Taro unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants.
His underwear slid down, revealing his throbbing erection, already glistening with pre-cum.
The sticky fluid dripped from the tip, trailing down his shaft before falling to the floor in thick, lewd strands.
Zekka swallowed hard at the sight.
"This… is Taro's…"
"You've seen it plenty of times before."
He couldn't help but mutter the words.
But—
"That was when we were little. Now, it's… different."
Gently, she wrapped her fingers around his length.
Just that touch alone made his cock twitch violently.
Watching his reaction, Zekka swallowed again, her breathing growing ragged.
Then, with a slow lick of her lips, she leaned forward and ran her tongue along the swollen head—
"Slurp…
"Mmm… a little salty, maybe." Her words, so childishly candid, drew an involuntary chuckle from him.
It reminded him of their childhood, back when they used to fool around without a care in the world. The nostalgia softened his expression, warmth spreading through his chest.
But the tender moment didn't last.
Zekka's lips wrapped around his tip, and in an instant, his cock twitched violently in response.
A pleased smirk curled her lips as she rolled his glans inside her slick, saliva-coated mouth, the lewd sounds of her ministrations filling the air.
"Nnch… schlrp… squishh…"
Her tongue swirled around his sensitive head, occasionally prodding at his slit, sending electric shivers down his spine. The pleasure was maddening—so much so that his hips instinctively bucked forward.
But Zekka wasn't having it.
Her hands pinned his waist down as she continued to toy with him, her tongue working in relentless, sinful strokes.
"Ahh… feels so good, Zekka~!"
"Mmm Kiss… Slurpp!!!"
The more he moaned, the more fervent her movements became. Each flick of her tongue drew another helpless groan from him, his voice only spurring her on further.
And then—he felt it. The pressure was building, his release creeping up on him.
Zekka noticed immediately.
Her lips tightened around his dick, suction intensifying as her left hand gripped his shaft, pumping in time with her mouth. Her right hand cupped his glans, thumb rubbing slowly, teasing circles.
Taro's restraint shattered.
"Ahh—! I'm gonna cum!"
Without pulling away, Zekka sealed her lips around his cock, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked hard.
That was all it took.
With a ragged groan, Taro erupted, thick ropes of cum flooding her mouth.
"Splurt…Splurt…Splurt…Splurt!!!"
"Nngh Gulp… Slurp!!"
She swallowed every drop, throat working eagerly until nothing remained. Only then did she finally pull back, licking away the stray streaks of his semen dripping from her lips.
The sight was undeniably lewd, yet it carried an alluring, almost bewitching charm.
"You came so much, Taro~!!"
With those words, Zekka flashed him a seductive smile.
Taro gently stroked her hair in response, and she leaned into his touch with a pleased hum.
His heart pounded wildly in his chest, the rhythm only growing fiercer as she shifted above him, baring herself, her most intimate parts on full display.
Then, without hesitation, she whispered:
"I'm putting it in…"
Before he could react, she sank down, impaling herself on his length in one smooth, deep thrust.
"Nnhaaaaahhh I-It's inside Taro's cock… filling me up—!"
A single stroke was all it took to bury him to the hilt. Zekka's back arched sharply, her body trembling as a high-pitched moan tore from her lips.
Taro, too, shuddered violently—overwhelmed by the sinful tightness of her walls and the slick, velvety heat gripping him. A ragged groan escaped him as pleasure surged through his veins.
Dazed by the sheer intensity, he barely registered when Zekka began moving her hips—slowly at first, then with increasing urgency.
A shameless smile played on her lips as she rode his cock, lost in the sensation.
"Hahhn…! Yesss…! Ahh…! T-This feels… sooo good~!"
Her body writhed above him, undulating in a lewd dance as her voluptuous breasts bounced with every roll of her hips. The sight was intoxicating, but Taro was far more consumed by the way her pussy clung to him—soft, molten heat squeezing him in waves.
Every inch of her was sheer perfection—a masterpiece of pleasure, milking him with just the right pressure.
The mere fact that he was sheathed inside such an exquisite, sinful paradise was enough to drive him wild.
Unable to hold back any longer, Taro bucked his hips upward.
"Ahh! Nngh! That's… so good!"
Zekka matched his pace, her movements growing frantic.
Their bodies collided with a desperation that bordered on madness, as if they were each trying to claim the other entirely.
Zekka, by now, had long abandoned reason, surrendering utterly to the pleasure as she rode him with reckless abandon.
Determined to answer her hunger, Taro slammed into her pussy harder, dragging his cock along her inner walls before driving deep.
Each time the tip of his length kissed her cervix, Zekka's spine arched violently, her voice breaking into breathless cries as her body convulsed around him.
And with every spasm, her walls clenched down—tight, possessive—wringing him mercilessly.
As good as it felt, Taro knew he couldn't last much longer. Gritting his teeth, he fought to stave off his climax.
But Zekka, as if determined to ruin his efforts, began moving even more fiercely.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
The lewd symphony of skin against skin, mixed with the obscenely wet sounds of their joining, filled the air.
Taro was on the brink, barely holding on.
"Zekka… I'm—!"
"Ahh… ahhh"
Even as he warned her, she didn't pull away.
Instead, her inner walls clenched down in a vice-like grip, milking him with ruthless precision.
Throb. Throb.
"Spurt…Spurt…Spurt…Spurt!!"
His cock pulsed violently before erupting—a hot, thick flood of cum surging straight into her depths. Her pussy walls fluttered around him, coaxing out every last drop as pleasure wracked his body.
With a final, shuddering cry, Zekka reached her own peak, collapsing against him in a boneless heap.
Taro held her close, stroking her hair as they both basked in the afterglow.
After a moment, he slowly pulled out his dick…
"Hahh… Taro's sperm… has filled my uterus~!!"
Her dazed, blissful murmur sent a jolt straight to his heart.
Zekka clung to him, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek before nuzzling against his neck. The tender gesture made his chest tighten, and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her flush against him.
They stayed like that for a while, savoring each other's warmth, before Taro finally disentangled himself and stood.
Zekka still looked half-lost in pleasure, her expression hazy.
Gazing down at her, he gently ruffled her hair.
She responded with a sweet, contented smile, leaning into his touch like an affectionate cat.
The sight was unbearably adorable.