Stealing Spree - Chapter 2727 - 2727: Night Call
Little by little, as her head continued to bob, her movements became less hesitant. Her tongue flattened against the underside of my shaft, licking upward before sucking me deeper. Each descent forced her lips wider, stretching obscenely as she took more of me. Saliva dripped down her chin and onto my balls as I got closer and closer to the edge. My grip tightened in her hair, unable to stop the slight thrusting of my hips.
Taking that as encouragement, Azusa performed with renewed vigor. Her head bobbed faster, lips dragging wetly along my shaft as hollowed cheeks sucked forcefully. Her tongue pressed firmly against my frenulum, a spot she must’ve deduced was sensitive from my involuntary twitches. Precum flooded her mouth as it continued to weep from my tip, mixing with her saliva and creating slick sounds. Her free hand kneaded my balls gently, rolling them between her fingers.
And then, as I felt it unable to hold back any longer, I tried to warn her. “Senpai, I’m close–” But Azusa ignored my choked words. Instead, her eyes flashed with challenge as she deliberately lowered her head faster, determined to prove her control over my pleasure. Her lips sealed tighter around my shaft, tongue pressing relentlessly against that sensitive spot until the tension snapped like a frayed cord.
I groaned deeply, hips jerking uncontrollably as I erupted into her mouth. Azusa stiffened, eyes widening with shock as the first hot pulse hit her throat. Her gag reflex kicked in, pulling away as she watched the subsequent spurts splash across her lips, chin, neck and the swell of her exposed breasts. White streaks dripped down her flushed skin, yet she never took her gaze away from it, watching closely as if memorizing the sight. Her tongue darted out instinctively, tasting the saltiness coating her lips before she finally turned her stunned eyes to mine.
As soon as she saw my current expression, a beautiful and triumphant smirk bloomed on Azusa’s lips. She was proud of her achievement. She finally managed to make me lose control, to make me cum. Still, she wasn’t satisfied. Her fingers traced a trail through the streaks of cum staining her breasts, scooping up the sticky mess before deliberately licking it off her fingertips. Her eyes stayed locked on mine as she leaned down again, wanting to clean everything off me using her tongue.
Once she was done, Azusa climbed back up on top of me, nuzzling into my neck, snuggling to me like it’s her earned right. Then, I heard her whisper, “Why is it thick and sticky? It tastes bitter… but somehow addictive.”
I couldn’t help but shake my head as I closed my arm around her again, “Is that a positive review, senpai?”
Azusa shook her head, burying her face deeper against my neck, “…No. It’s merely an observation. D-don’t read too much into it.”
“Alright… Then let me say something too.” I lowered my voice just enough to tickle her ear, “It feels incredible inside your mouth… So hot… So tight.”
“You did make me lose control, senpai.”
Hearing that, Azusa shuddered against me, her breath catching sharply before she feigned indifference. “Y-yes, well. Naturally. You must rejoice. No one else can receive this privilege.”
“Mhm. I feel honored.”
With that, the two of us lay tangled together as the room fell quiet. Azusa’s breathing slowly steadied against my neck. She’s clearly still digesting what just happened, my taste, her triumph and everything else.
And after what felt like an eternity, her sweet, ego-free voice whispered endearingly, “Stop me from getting this addicted to you, shameless junior.”
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Several minutes later, Azusa and I exited the room. Naturally, I already changed into clean clothes. Azusa? She had to borrow one of my old boxers like Futaba back then. With her panties drenched beyond saving, she had no choice but to take them off if she didn’t want to feel uncomfortable walking around.
“Do boys love to wear this kind of underwear?” Azusa murmured as she couldn’t help but rub her thighs while sticking close to me.
While her face had yet to recover from everything we did, her egotistic facade was back in place as soon as we stepped into the hallway. Azusa walked beside me, chin held high, trying her best to ignore the slight discomfort between her thighs.
“It’s refreshing, isn’t it?” I teased, watching her fidget.
Azusa shot me a glare, “Hmph. I only tolerate this because it’s yours, shameless junior.”
“Hearing that makes me strangely satisfied, senpai.” I murmured, watching Azusa’s blush deepen as she adjusted the borrowed boxers.
“Don’t get used to it. I’m still above you,” Azusa declared, striding ahead with forced elegance, dragging me with her to the stairs.
How long have we been inside there? Most likely close to an hour. Akane and the others had already been waiting for so long. Perhaps if we stayed any longer, one of them would also knock on us, like what this egotistic girl did earlier.
“Sure, sure. But senpai, you’re quite adorable whenever you pretend to be above it all,” I chuckled softly, tugging her back gently as we descended the stairs. Her palm felt unexpectedly warm in mine, contrasting her cool facade. She stiffened momentarily at the contact before relaxing into the grip, her fingers interlacing with mine almost unconsciously.
“I’m not pretending! I am above you,” Azusa huffed, squeezing my hand tighter as we reached the landing.
Then her proud posture faltered when we rounded the corner into the living room. Akane and Nao were sitting on either end of the long sofa while Hanabi was curled up on the single sofa, looking like she was still daydreaming about our earlier intimacy. The TV played some melodramatic late-night anime that nobody was really paying attention to.
As for Miwa-nee and Minoru, my lovely aunt must’ve brought the boy back to their room already. I should check on them before tucking in with these girls in our bedroom.
Like always, Akane, with her prided ‘Ruki Radar’, immediately sensed my arrival. Her cowlick straightened instantly as she spun around with a delighted smile, “Husband, have you finally tamed her?”
“Who’s taming who?” Azusa retorted almost instantly, chin tilting upward despite the blush creeping up her neck. Her fingers tightened around mine reflexively before she moved behind me, copying what Hanabi did when she showed at the door earlier, using my shoulder as a shield against Akane’s playful scrutiny. “Don’t mistake indulgence for submission.”
“Heh. You look like you’ve been cracked open by husband. I’m good at spotting that.” Akane grinned, eyes glinting as she gestured toward Azusa’s wobbly stance and flushed cheeks. “Your ‘I’m above everyone’ pose? It’s drooping. But I get it. Husband’s charm is just too irresistible.”
Azusa still tried to retort and when words couldn’t form in her mouth, she nudged me to intervene. However, Akane was Akane, after all. This silly wife of mine, though possessive, had long been used to setting herself up as my most special girl. A single Azusa couldn’t shake her position anymore. Heck, even Hana couldn’t topple her while Haruko, Yae, Nao, Shizu, Nami, Satsuki, Hana and everyone else mutually agreed that they could only be equal in my eyes.
Of course, in my girls’ eyes, they’re probably all weighing how special they are to me. Alas, I always aimed to be impartial. My love for them isn’t divided but given equally.
“Alright, stop teasing her, Akane. This girl will only admit defeat to me,” I sighed, pulling Azusa closer as she hid behind my shoulder. “I’m that special to her.”
“This shameless junior…” Azusa muttered under her breath, fingers digging into my shoulder. Her breath tickled my neck with a mix of irritation and hidden amusement. “Don’t flatter yourself. I never admitted defeat. Not to you, or anyone else.”
At this point, Nao also interjected softly from the sofa. “Saionji, your borrowed underwear from Ruki is showing below your skirt. Stop pretending, or you’re going to lose against him again.”
Her apt observation instantly shattered Azusa’s carefully constructed composure. The blonde senior gasped sharply, hastily tugging down her skirt hem to cover more of my loose boxers bunched around her thighs. Her face burned crimson as she whispered furiously at me, “Why didn’t you warn me?!”
“You were too busy projecting dominance, senpai.” I chuckled softly before tugging her forward as we joined the two girls on the sofa.
Hanabi also seemingly jumped on her feet as she joined us.
While I already spent quite some time with the two girls, our night was still just starting. Let’s see, since this is a rare occasion where the three of them can stay over, I’ll ensure they all sleep comfortably in our bed tonight.
Wait, will it truly be comfortable? Probably not. These girls won’t let me rest until they’ve had their fill.
As the four girls squeezed me between them, my phone, which I had neglected since dinner, vibrated.
Who else would be calling me at this time of night? Either Maaya, to check on me or some other girls who can’t sleep yet without hearing my voice.
Or so I thought. Instead, the number registered on the screen was the same one I answered earlier this morning.
Tsubame.
