NOVEL NEXT Chapter 64: 64
Sayuri felt every part of her body submitting to Yuki as she squirted massively from her cunt. Her breath came in ragged as she kept on grinding her hips against his cock. "Go on, cum in me." Sayuri moaned as she kept the grind on, pacing with the perfect rhythm.
Yuki pressed his hands to her side, spanking her ass harshly until they were cherry red. He pressed his lips against her nipples giving it a suck and then a bite.
"Shit, Oh shit..." Yuki held Sayuri down, his head buried into the crook of Sayuri's neck and with a slow groan, he poured into her cunt. His hands rested on Sayuri's ass, fingers slowly going between her thighs to finger her anal. Sayuri's breath hung in her throat with Yuki's four fingers in her anal with her pussy cum filled.
Her body trembled as the last waves of pleasure rippled through both her cunt and her anal. Two creampie at once, fuck! She collapsed forward, forehead resting against Yuki's masked cheek, strands of her damp hair clinging to her skin.
There were evident sweat dripping from her forehead and for Yuki, he didn't want to let her go. He cupped her ass cheeks, letting all her creamy liquid flow down on his palms. Yuki's hands softened their grip, one sliding up her spine in slow, soothing strokes and cum on her back while the other rested just at the curve of her hip.
Sayuri let out a breathy laugh, still catching her breath. Unconsciously, her eyes fell on the clock above barely noticing how it was just four minutes. "Four minutes, huh? You cock does so much terror to me."
"Let just say, I'm the best at what I do." Yuki replied, sticking his fingers filled with anal cum into Sayuri's mouth to let her taste herself. Sayuri licked every inch of her milky self off his fingers not wasting any drop. Yuki watched her, clearly amused and maybe a little proud of his cock doing justice to this busty milf.
"Shall I do the honors?" Still pouncing on Yuki's cock, Sayuri slowed down, her boobs rubbing on Yuki's shirt. She leaned into his braid chest, her fingers trailing upwards to his chin until they were on the stitch of the mask. "How about we make it more eventful?"
Her hand slipped behind his head, brushing past the ends of his hair until it found the knot securing the mask. Her fingers worked at each tug loosening the hold until the knot gave way with a soft pull. Still straddling him, she leaned back just enough to lift the mask away.
The mask fell off and Sayuri's anticipation melted away seeing she just rode her cousin's friend. She rolled her eyes , her heart sinking despite having the best time of sex with him.
She rose from his laps, disappoinment written all over her face as she took some steps backwards. "whoa, you do have some tricks up your sleeves. I never thought I'd be fucking you tonight."
"And you enjoyed it, it has always been my pleasure." Yuki was hurt but didn't think twice to show it.
Sayuri looked away, exhaling slowly. Her fingers reached behind her head, undoing the messy bun that had held her long hair up. Silky strands fell, brushing past her bare shoulders and swaying gently with her movement. "Go clean up," she muttered, already walking off toward the hallway. "And get in the car. I'm bored."
Yuki's jaw ticked. He stayed where he was for a moment, staring after her, the taste of her still on his lips and before he knew it Sayuri has disappeared into a guest room. Her fingers flipped the light switch on, walking in and then pushed open the adjoining bathroom door on the right, not too far from the entrance.
She stepped inside and turned on the water, letting the rush of it echo through the room as steam quickly curled around the edges of the mirror. As she reached for a towel on the rack, movement behind her made her pause. "You can stop hiding Yuki. I know you are here."
She turned—and there he was.
Yuki.
In the doorway. Sayuri instinctively reached for the door, trying to close it in his face.
But he caught it—firmly, gently—holding it half-open.
"I didn't do bad," he said quietly, his eyes locking with hers. "So why are you avoiding me?"
Her expression faltered, just for a moment. Sayuri glanced at the fogged-up mirror, then at his hand on the doorframe. Her own fingers curled tighter around the towel. "Maybe…" she began, then met his gaze, letting the heaviness of her words hang.
"Maybe because I didn't think you'd be related to Renji."
Silence.
Yuki's brows twitched upward slightly. "That's it?" he asked, voice steady. "That's what's got you ready to pretend none of this happened?"
"Don't twist it," she said sharply, stepping back into the misty warmth of the bathroom. "You're not my type."
He tilted his head. "Then why did you moan my name like it was?"
She turned away. "Yuki this is sex. You've cummed, I squirted. Life moves on. Unless you want to make it a regular fuck session."
"I'd be damned stupid if I miss an opportunity to have my dick inside of you. How about one round before you can kick me out and pretend like I am not on your level."
"Damn," Sayuri made space for Yuki to get in the shower and began undressing him fully until he was naked. She bent low, pressing her ass against his waist. "Be quick."
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Sayuri pulled the seatbelt across her chest buckling it into its shackles. She reached for the side mirror, pulling it in a bit that it was perfect driving. Yuki slid into the passenger seat, damp hair still clinging to his neck, eyes watching her every move.
Sayuri opened her mouth to say something but Yuki beat her to it. "I would not tell a fucking soul about today. You can trust me on that."
Sayuri bit her lips, the kind girls did when they were feeling the heat coursing through their thighs. Yuki tossed his head to the ther side, facing he tinted window. He smiled widely enjoying the scene playing on his head when he screwed both Erena and Sayuri.
The night just got even better. He slid a hand into his jacket pocket, retrieving his phone which had few battery power. He switched it on and the next thing that came to his mind was the lust game.
"Please give me a million dollars," Yuki muttered, half-joking, as he tapped his phone screen, unlocking it while opening the game. His phone was on silent hence no sultry theme song was heard. Immediately, the interface shimmered with messages. A red 15+ notification pulsed on the top right of the inbox icon. Another glittering icon beside it flashed with gift boxes — rewards, tokens, hearts, fans. And then the big one:
Screw your Friend Cousin XXNX porn accumulates fifteen Million Views in less than an hour.
Yuki chuckled softly. He pressed play, reducing the volume so Sayuri wouldn't be aware that the game recorded their sex scene. He could literally play this all night and masturbate to her moans.
seat. He tilted the screen away from Sayuri as she adjusted her side mirror and mumbled something about keeping their recent rendezvous a secret.
He navigated to the Gifting Hub section. His LPC (Lustbound Player Currency) counter was exploding—millions in-game had poured in from fans and subscribers. Even his XP bar had leveled up twice since he last checked. Apparently, the scene had gone viral in the fantasy game realm, drawing in players who viewed and rated recorded encounters.
The comments flooded in beneath the video screen:
CrimsonBeast92: "That moan at 03:17? I had to pause and catch my soul. Whoever she is… she's a goddess, and he's a lucky bastard."
Lvl69Knight: "Bro, I don't know if I'm playing a game or watching art. The way she arched... scripted or not, I'm obsessed."
SirRavage: "This needs to be DLC content. Voice, rhythm, dominance, submission... it's pure erotic strategy."
ManaWolf: "I've never replayed a scene this many times. Tell Sayuri she just made me break my celibacy streak."
HardLightEmperor: "Who needs XP when I've already ascended? Ten outta ten, would simp again."
VenusFangs: "Okay but HER whimpers?? Sayuri, baby, you are my new sound kink."
ShadowMuse: "This isn't just porn. This is a sensual symphony. I want to be touched like that."
EchoDahlia: "I paused mid-play to light candles. That's how serious this scene was."
LunaDrip: "Not me crushing on both of them. Their chemistry is unfair. Give us a sequel!"
QueenVelour: "Sayuri's gasp at the end? That wasn't acting. That was a woman losing herself. Chef's kiss."
He wasn't just popular in real life anymore—the game was cementing his status in a whole new dimension. The best decision he ever made. He had money, fame and girls who wanted to fuck him.
Yuki swiped past the comment section, eyes half-lidded, amused. The screen flickered gold with every new tip, every fire emoji and drooling face sent his way.
XP: +800
LPC: +12,500
Gifting Center Unlocked
He tapped the Withdraw button, watching the interface load with spinning dollar signs. The numbers began tallying, the currency bar rising faster than he expected. His lips twitched, smugness curling in his chest.
But before he could link his account, a bold message popped up across the screen like a live-streamed fan shout:
SluttyPixel666: Bruhhh, got a big cock. You'd make mad money in real porn. I'd legit pay to see that again. Forever your fan.
Yuki blinked. Then barked out a laugh.
"Tch… fan club unlocked."