NOVEL NEXT Chapter 99: Should Do This Again...
Akira glanced at Aoi's wide eyes, her body still trembling beneath him. The footsteps grew louder with each passing second, echoing down the hall like a warning.
He wanted to pick A… the thrill of getting caught, unlocking that exhibitionist path… but seeing the mix of fear and excitement in her face made him pause. She loved the risk in secret, but actually being seen?
That might break her in the wrong way. No, better to play it smart.
He chose C.
[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION: CHOICE C SELECTED - THE CLEVER CHOICE]
"Quick, get dressed," Akira whispered urgently, pulling up his pants and zipping them fast. His cock was still semi-hard, coated with their mixed fluids, but he didn't tuck it away fully. "Sit on my lap when they come in. We'll pretend we're just taking a break."
Aoi nodded frantically, her hands shaking as she buttoned her shirt halfway, the cum on her stomach hidden under the fabric, though the sticky warmth clung to her skin.
She pulled her jeans up but left them unbuttoned; her pussy was still leaking his seed, and she felt a warm trickle down her thigh. "O-okay... but how…"
Akira sat on a nearby stool, pulled her jeans down a bit and placed her on his lap. He guided her down, his cock slipping back inside her soaked entrance with a wet squelch.
Aoi gasped softly, her walls clenching around him instinctively, the fullness reigniting that deep ache-pleasure. "Act natural. Like we're discussing the painting."
Just as she settled, the door creaked open.
Sakura stepped in, her ice-blue eyes scanning the room. She was dressed casually, wearing a fitted top and skirt that hugged her curves, but her expression was sharp and suspicious. "Oh, you're both here. I was in the area handling some council paperwork and thought I'd check on the backdrop progress. Didn't expect to find you... resting."
Akira kept his tone short and cold, his hands on Aoi's waist to steady her. "We're on a break."
Aoi shifted slightly, feeling his cock twitch inside her, buried deep, her pussy fluttering around the thick shaft. The sensation made her cheeks burn hotter, her nipples rubbing against her bra with each breath.
"Y-yes... we were just... talking about the colors," she said shyly in a trembling voice. "The forest scene... it's coming along well."
Sakura raised an eyebrow, stepping closer, her gaze flicking over the rumpled clothes and the faint musky scent in the air. "Really? Looks like more than talking. What's that smell? And Akira, your pocket… something's sticking out."
Akira glanced down… damn, Aoi's soaked panties peeked from his jeans pocket. He didn't react, just stared at Sakura flatly. "None of your business."
Aoi's heart raced, her inner walls squeezing his cock involuntarily at the tension, a fresh wave of wetness coating him. "I-it's just... art supplies," she stammered shyly, trying to distract. "We spilled some paint earlier. Sorry if it's messy."
Sakura's eyes narrowed, lingering on Aoi's flushed face and the way she squirmed subtly on Akira's lap.
Something was off: the girl's shirt was buttoned unevenly, and there was a sheen of sweat on her skin. But she couldn't pinpoint it. "Fine. Don't take too long. The festival's close." She turned and left, the door clicking shut behind her.
Aoi let out a shaky breath, her pussy clenching around him again, the close call sending a thrill through her. "That was so close... my heart's pounding."
Akira chuckled softly, his hands sliding under her shirt to tease her sensitive nipples, rolling the hard peaks between his fingers.
The touch made her gasp, her walls fluttering around his cock, still buried inside her warm, wet, fleshy tunnel. "You loved it, didn't you? Almost getting caught with my cock deep in your pussy. Feel how wet you're getting again?"
Aoi whimpered, rocking her hips slightly, the friction sending sparks up her spine. "Y-yes... but we should clean up. Before someone else comes."
He pinched her nipples harder, tugging gently, the sharp pleasure making her arch. "Mmm, you're right. But admit it, you're my needy little secret now."
"I am," she whispered shyly. "Now let me up... I should go clean up!"
Akira lifted her off his cock with a wet pop, his semi-hard shaft slipping free, coated in their mixed cum.
Aoi stood on shaky legs, her pussy leaking more of his warm, sticky seed down her thighs. She hurried to the sink in the corner, not noticing the paint can on the floor.
Her foot caught it, and pale blue paint splashed up, soaking her white shirt. "Oh no!" The fabric turned semi-transparent, clinging to her skin. The outline of her white bra was clearly visible, her hard nipples poking through the wet material.
She tried to cover herself with her arms, but it only pressed the shirt tighter, highlighting the curves of her breasts. "I'm so sorry, I'm such a klutz!"
Akira grabbed a clean paint cloth from the table. "Here, try to blot it." He handed it to her, watching as she dabbed at the stain, but it was hopeless… the paint spread, making the shirt see-through in spots, her pale skin and bra lace showing clearly.
"I can't go home like this," Aoi said, sounding shy and panicked. "The shirt's ruined. What if someone sees?"
Akira thought for a second. "The art storage room has spare uniforms from the drama club. Maybe there's something you can wear?"
They headed to the small storage room together. Amid the costumes and props: feathery boas, old hats, and racks of clothes, they found a simple dress hanging in the back. It was light blue, knee-length, with a fitted bodice.
"Try this," Akira said, handing it to her.
He stood in the doorway, watching her remove her ruined shirt. Her breasts, barely covered by the white bra, were still red from their session, and her nipples were hard and sensitive. Next, she slipped off her jeans; her pussy was still slick with cum, and the lips were puffy and red.
Ai's voice chimed in his head. "Nice choice, darling."
[CHOICE REWARD: +150 PP]
[CHOICE REWARD: + 300 PP]
[BONUS REWARD: + 500 PP]
[TOTAL PP: 3130 + 150 + 300 + 500 PP → 4080]
[AOI AFFINITY: +15. CURRENT: 95]
"You tested those deception skills well. And sensing Sakura still lurking outside? She's probably stewing in jealousy. Satisfying, isn't it?"
Akira smirked inwardly, feeling a rush of satisfaction. Yeah, it was. He could sense Sakura' presence faintly, hovering near the door, maybe eavesdropping. Let her wonder.
Aoi slipped the dress on. The fabric hugged her figure snugly, the bodice highlighting her full breasts and slim waist in a way her usual baggy clothes never did. The skirt flared slightly, brushing her thighs.
She smoothed it down, self-conscious. "How do I look?"
"Beautiful," Akira said honestly, stepping closer. "And fuckable. That dress shows off your curves perfectly."
Aoi blushed, but a shy smile tugged at her lips. "Really? It's a bit tight... but I like how you look at me in it."
"We should do this again soon," she added softly, glancing up at him. "I mean... if you want."
"Yeah, we will," Akira replied, pulling her close for a quick kiss. "But I'll need to get you some pills first. Since I came inside you that second time."
Aoi's eyes widened in panic, her hand flying to her stomach. "Pills? Oh god... am I going to get pregnant? I didn't think…"
Akira chuckled, rubbing her back. "Hey, relax. You won't… or do you want to?"
"No! I mean... not now," she stammered shyly. "I'm not ready for that."
"Just joking," he said, grinning. "I'll get you the morning-after pills. No worries, we'll be careful next time."
Aoi sighed in relief, leaning into him. "Thank you. I trust you."
Outside, Sakura pressed her ear to the door, catching fragments… something about "do this again" and "came inside."
Her fists clenched, a flush creeping up her neck. "Were they... fucking? In there?" she whispered to herself, feeling a pang jealousy as she slipped away quietly.