Chapter 51 My Dear Delinquent (NSFW +18)
Chapter 51 My Dear Delinquent (NSFW +18)
Iryoku’s face moved closer again, searching for her lips.
He captured her mouth once more.
"Chu... chu..."
"Their lips and tongues intertwined, moving hungrily against each other, the kiss deepening with every passing second. Though inexperienced, she quickly found herself guided by him."
Little by little, his kisses trailed away from her lips—to her cheek, then lower, down to the curve of her neck.
Soft, lingering, heated.
He kissed, sucked, tasting her skin as he descended.
Yumi’s body trembled beneath his touch, her back arching slightly.
"Ahh… ahh…"
Soft, breathy sounds escaped her lips as her body shuddered beneath his affection. His kisses trailed lower, slow, until he reached the center of her ample chest.
Iryoku pulled down her nightgown. Her tits bounced slightly as the fabric slid down, revealing her smooth, glowing nipples. There, he paused—burying his face between the soft curves, breathing in her scent.
He nuzzled gently, his movements slow, reverent, as if committing every detail to memory.
"You’re gorgeous," Iryoku whispered, his voice low and sincere as he placed soft kisses along the contours of Yumi’s breast.
Yumi pushed her breast closer to Iryoku, giving him easier access. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking it slowly as he lavished attention on it. His tongue danced around the sensitive bud, flicking and circling before latching on once more, creating a tantalizing sensation that made Yumi squirm with pleasure.
She gasped softly. Her eyes fluttered closed as she gently cradled his head against her body, the warmth of his touch igniting a tremble that ran through her body. Each tender kiss sent shivers down her spine, awakening an unfamiliar heat—a restless itchiness low in her body that she had never felt before.
As Iryoku's mouth continued to feast on her tits, Yumi found herself wanting to respond, to match his affection with her own. Her eyes drifted to his strong arms, captivated by the sculpted lines. Tentatively, she reached out, her fingertips running along the contours of his muscles, feeling the definition beneath his skin.
Her hand continued lower, Gently rubbing his abs, she whispered shyly, “You’re… more toned than before.”
Iryoku let out a soft chuckle, his lips never leaving her nipple. He took her hand in his—his touch tender yet assertive—and gently guided it downward, wordlessly encouraging her. Her fingers brushed over the firm lines of his abdomen, slowly approaching the hard length waiting just below."
Yumi’s face flushed a deeper shade of red as her trembling hand brushed over Iryoku’s obvious hardness concealed by his shorts. He gently caught her wrists, guiding her hands to her sides. His movements weren’t forceful—just enough to leave her open, exposed in a way that made her heart race.
Iryoku’s eyes softened as he looked at her, Through the thin fabric of her undergarments, he could see the evidence of her desire, the slick moisture betraying her lustful state.
He slowly pulled down her panties, finally revealing her beautiful flower. A small patch of soft hair could been seen—just above the entrance to her unexplored slit, creating a tempting sight.
Yumi instinctively closed her legs, embarrassed by the intimate exposure, but Iryoku gently pried them apart with his hands.
He continued to caress the contours of her thick, firm thighs, his touch both reassuring and electrifying. Yumi's breathing grew shallow as she surrendered herself to the moment, entrusting her body to his skilled hands.
Iryoku, without hesitation, freed his erect cock from his shorts and rubbed its sensitive head against the entrance of her flower. He teased her delicate petals, just slightly penetrating her to create more anticipation and expectation. Yumi's juices coated his manhood, glistening evidence of her arousal and readiness.
He groaned with desire, fighting to maintain control as he inched closer to her waiting heat. Yumi's breath caught in her throat, her body trembling with excitement and nerves, unsure of what was to come.
Finally he decided , he pressed his cock head slowly inside her pussy opening up her lips, "uhuh", Yumi let out a quiet, pained pant, her body tense. Iryoku immediately stop, concern flickering across his face.
“Are you okay?” he asked gently, his eyes searching hers.
She kept her eyes shut, her cheeks flushed, and gave a small nod. Her small hands clutched the bedsheets tightly.
Seeing her like that, Iryoku softened. He leaned closer, brushing the sweat from her face. “We can wait,” he said in a low, reassuring voice. “We don’t have to do anything today.”
But Yumi, still holding on, her voice trembling, whispered back, “Just… continue... I can take it.”
Her words were fragile, wrapped in vulnerability and effort. He hesitated, watching her for a long moment, trying to be sure.
He resumed his insertion, quickly reaching the thin wall of her vaginal canal, which prevented his rod from advancing. A flicker of concern crossed his face as he felt her pussy tighten around him, the snugness making him think it might be too small for his size.
Her small frame made the situation feel almost impossible, as he feared he might hurt her.
A thin string of blood had already begun to drip from her—No, this isn’t going to work, he thought, fear tightening in his chest.
Sensing Iryoku’s hesitation, Yumi opened her eyes—and tears began to fall. "I knew it... uhh... even this, I can't do," she cried, her voice trembling. "Maybe I'm just not meant to be with someone... uuhhuu..." Her words cracked as she blamed herself, silently cursing her small stature and her inadequate body.
Her sobs grew louder, echoing her frustration and pain. Iryoku, overwhelmed by guilt, could only watch, his heart tightening at the sight.
Then, with resolute determination. Bringing his face close to hers, he captured her mouth in a passionate, all-consuming kiss, muffling the sounds she might make.
With even more care than before, he reached for her hand—intertwining her fingers gently with his.
With a sudden surge of strength, he pulled back and then thrust forward with a smooth, hard stroke, "mhhm". Yumi's mouth, still occupied by his lips, could only muffled sounds of pain, her body reacted to the overwhelming sensation of her hymen being broken.
A razor-sharp pain tore through her. Iryoku stopped their kiss and looked at her face, trying to encourage her. "Now you belong to me," he whispered into her ear with authority. "I will not let you go," he added. "Even if you try to escape... I will go fetch you back... And I will love you dearly."
He kissed her cheek gently, reassuring her. Her half-open eyes looked back at him. "You promise...?" she asked weakly, her voice barely a whisper. "I do," he said, his characteristically piercing, mean eyes locked on hers.
"Now, I will devour you completely, little Yumi", he whispered, feeling her pussy tighten even more by his words. "And I won't stop", he continued, his words causing shivers to run down her spine.
Finally, with that thought in mind, he pulled back slightly before thrusting his cock back into her, shaking her body with the force of his powerful movements. More blood dripped from their connected bodies, marking them as one, as he dared her to scream. "Don't hold back your voice. I want the entire world to know that you are mine—and mine only," he declared boldly.
Yumi, overwhelmed by the unimaginable pleasure and pain, drowned in his intense words, her psychological state pushing the physical pain aside. She basked in the moment as he pounded her insides, "ahh" "ahh" "ahh" Her rhythmic cries, matching his thrusts, echoed through the room, a symphony of passion and desire.
The sound of her pussy being scraped by him could be heard, Iryoku trying to finish quickly to not prolong Yumi's pain, accelerated his pounding. CLAP, CLAP, CLAP,
He placed one hand down, stimulating her swollen clitoris as Yumi's louder cries, "Ahhhhhh", filled the room. Her body trembled. Without stopping, Iryoku yelled, "Take all my seed!," and with one last thrust, he exploded inside her. His scream echoed through the chamber as he emptied himself into her, the hot seed mixing with her blood.
Yumi instinctively wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer to her body.
"Get PREGNANT!," he growled, causing Yumi to jolt her body upward, "AAHHHHHH!" her cry mingling with his as they reached the pinnacle of their pleasure together.
Iryoku's whole body dropped over hers, still connected, pumping until the last drop of seed was released into her body. Her rough breaths could be heard, her heart pounding in her chest, as her legs and arms remained strongly clasped around his body. They stayed like that for a moment.
iryoku changed positions with out pulling his cock, he rolled both, now he layed down and Yumi on top, her face rested on his chest, as iryoku slowly rubbed her back easing her pain.
Yumi looked down at their connecting parts, she touched her lower belly feeling her insides full, Her face turned an even deeper shade of red as she hesitantly looked up at his face.
Iryoku met her gaze with a wide, teasing grin. She couldn’t hold his eyes for long and shyly looked away.
"Oi, don’t be shy, little Yumi," he exclaimed playfully.
Still avoiding his eyes, she said nothing. A quiet moment passed between them. Then, after a few minutes of silence, she finally spoke.
“Mm… do you… think I’m an easy girl?” she asked, a note of concern in her voice.
"What?" Iryoku replied, confused, tilting his head slightly.
“I shouldn’t be like this… A lady shouldn’t behave this way,” she said seriously, the weight of her words contrasting with her small, delicate face. "I feel like... one of those foolish, innocent girls who falls for the bad guy just because he showed her a little affection—even though she knows he's a jerk."
Iryoku let out a soft chuckle. “Hehe.” Yumi looked back at him, pouting slightly. “Hey, I’m trying to express something serious. Don’t laugh at me.”
“See? This is exactly what I mean…” she sighed, turning her face to the side as she hugged Iryoku’s body even tighter.
“Even knowing all the bad things you’ve done to the princess… Even knowing what kind of person you are—what you're capable of—how easily you can kill or do terrible things… I’m still here. Right here at your side.”
She let out another soft sigh.
“What would my grandma say if she knew about this? Or my parents… watching from heaven?” Yumi continued, her voice quiet and reflective.
She imagined her grandmother scolding her:
You’re a bad girl, Yumi, getting involved with a criminal. He’s no good for you!
In her mind, she pictured herself dressed in revealing clothes, heavy makeup on her face, sneaking out of the house through the window, then climbing onto the back of Iryoku’s motorcycle—her grandma shouting behind her, calling her a delinquent.
Yumi blinked, her expression softening. “Come to think of it… I don’t even really remember my grandma, or even my mom, ever scolding me,” she thought aloud, almost to herself.
“The thing is… I’ve never rebelled or done bad things before,” she continued softly. “I always tried to behave.”
A faint smile tugged at her lips as her thoughts drifted. “I always thought I’d fall for a different kind of guy…”
Her mind wandered back to her favorite anime—the noble hero, always righteous, always fighting for justice. She had imagined someone like that: brave, kind, and pure-hearted.
But then, her memories shifted—she thought of Iryoku. All the times he had stood between her and danger. The way he had protected her… and Reika… and even Sensei.
Despite his darkness, and all the terrible things he had done—he had also been her shield.
Iryoku’s chuckle pulled her back from her thoughts. She looked up at him.
“Just put all the blame on me,” he said with a wide, shameless grin.
“Besides, I did a lot to have you,” he continued confidently. “Who do you think took care of those bullies that used to mess with you at school? That Garyu girl and her little entourage—they had some grim plans for you.”
He leaned in slightly, his eyes gleaming with pride.
“And did you notice how no guys stare at your body anymore? That’s because I made sure they wouldn’t dare. Only I get to look at you like that. Hehe.”
His grin widened. “It took time, but I threatened every single person at that school. I made damn sure no one would ever mess with you again.”
His bold, unwavering presence seemed to radiate over her. Yumi’s eyes shimmered, her heart pounding faster as she listened to his confession.
“You think your favorite sensei did everything on her own?” he said with a smirk.
Then, without warning, he wrapped both arms around her, holding her tightly.
"And don’t go thinking this is fate or anything like that... I don’t believe in fate,” he murmured close to her ear, “but I do believe in opportunities. You can work for them… and when one comes, you just have to take it—and never let it go.”