Pure Route in a Netorare School

He watched me for a few more seconds, as if waiting for me to finally stop arguing with myself.

Ren let go of my neck.

Without its weight it immediately felt unnaturally empty.

I was still breathing heavily when I heard his voice.

— Go to your room.

— There’s clothes in your room.

I tensed.

— What clothes?

A familiar smile appeared on Ren’s lips.

— You’ll see.

He helped me get up from his lap, then calmly straightened my rumpled blouse.

That almost innocent gesture after everything that had happened unsettled me more than it should have.

— Change and come back, — he continued. — I’ll be waiting here.

My legs were trembling slightly.

Between my thighs it was wet and hot.

The soaked panties stuck to my skin with every step.

With every step my body reminded me of the recent kiss.

My lips burned.

My heart refused to calm down.

And the worst thing was that I was already starting to miss the weight of his hands.

Just a few seconds without him.

This wasn’t normal.

“Only until Monday.”

I repeated the phrase in my mind as I climbed to the second floor.

It was supposed to calm me.

But now it sounded more like a warning.

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When I opened the door, a soft light came on inside at once.

On the table stood two large monitors, a professional microphone and a camera.

Everything as I remembered.

But now, behind the chair, neat shelves with manga and figures had appeared.

Some of them I had only seen online before.

Rare.

Collectible.

Insanely expensive.

I stopped on the threshold.

He hadn’t forgotten and had been adding to it for me even when I had turned away…

I ran my fingers along the spines of the manga.

That attentiveness made something warm again inside.

On the bed a black-and-white maid outfit was neatly laid out.

A short skirt.

A tight top with a deep neckline.

White lace cuffs.

An apron.

And a small lace headband.

I covered my face with my hands and just stood there for a few seconds.

My heart was still hammering.

I had streamed before, but to personally dress up for him…

I approached the bed and picked up the outfit.

It looked high-quality, not cheap carnival clothing. Dense fabric, neat seams, soft lace.

The fabric was smooth and cool.

Completely unlike my wet blouse stuck to my back.

In front of the mirror I began unbuttoning the blouse.

My fingers trembled a little.

With every movement everything that was happening became more real.

When my fingers touched the edge of the panties, I froze.

They were completely soaked through.

A dark stain had spread across almost the entire fabric.

I slowly pulled them down.

The wet cloth peeled away from the skin with an unpleasant sound.

Between my legs it immediately became cool.

And from that — even more sensitive.

I stood naked from the waist down and looked at my wet panties in my hand.

Shame rose to my throat.

But together with it came a heavy, dense arousal.

I really was in another man’s house.

About to put on the outfit he had prepared, only for him…

He would be filming…

I had let him kiss me.

Then continued myself.

The thought of Hayato stabbed painfully again.

I stopped.

Looked at my reflection.

Messy hair.

Red cheeks.

Swollen lips.

Wet thighs.

With a flushed face.

With eyes that held too much at once.

Fear.

Shame.

And a sharp, almost painful desire.

I remembered Ren’s gaze — he had looked as if he already completely owned me.

And my body traitorously responded to that gaze.

The girl in the mirror didn’t look like the familiar Yuki.

Too agitated.

Too slutty.

I lowered my eyes.

And began putting on the outfit.

I left the bra on.

The top of the costume hugged my chest so tightly that my nipples immediately showed through the fabric.

The skirt turned out completely short.

It barely covered my ass.

Without panties every step made the air touch my wet, sensitive skin.

I felt moisture slowly running down the inner side of my thigh.

I adjusted the apron.

Put on the lace headband.

Took another deep breath.

I put my palm on the door handle.

And couldn’t open it.

What was I even going to say?

“Your order is ready, master”?

Ahhh… master…

That thought enchanted me.

I ran out into the corridor.

Every step echoed between my legs as a wet, hot pulse.

I was walking to him.

Already without panties.

In the outfit he himself had prepared for me.

And with every meter I understood that I was returning not simply to the living room.

I was returning to him.

I left the room and slowly walked down the corridor.

My heart was pounding so hard it seemed it could be heard even here.

The short skirt rose higher with every step.

Without panties the air immediately touched my wet, hot skin.

I felt moisture slowly running down the inner side of my thighs, and from that it became even more shameful.

When I entered the living room, my legs almost gave out.

Ren was sitting on the sofa.

He was wearing only black boxers.

He had already taken everything else off.

I froze on the threshold and involuntarily swallowed.

His body was completely different from what I had imagined.

Broad, heavy shoulders.

A large chest with clearly defined muscles.

A hard stomach with deep abs that moved when he breathed.

Strong arms with prominent veins.

And between his legs the fabric of the boxers was already tightly stretched over a large, heavy cock.

It was half-hard, and the shape clearly showed through the thin fabric.

I quickly lowered my eyes, but it was too late.

The picture had already burned itself in.

My cheeks immediately caught fire.

I wanted to sink through the floor.

Shame burned so strongly that even my ears grew hot.

I stood in this short maid outfit, without underwear, and understood how slutty I looked right now.

And he simply sat and calmly examined me.

Like a thing.

Like his thing.

— You… — my voice traitorously broke. — Why are you undressed?

Ren calmly put the phone aside.

— And why are you showing me your pussy?

— You ordered it yourself!

— Exactly.

The corner of his mouth lifted.

He had noticed where I was looking.

Of course he had.

I sharply raised my eyes to his face.

— Shameless.

— You’re standing by the stairs too long, Yuki.

His voice grew lower.

— Come here.

I swallowed.

The voice was quiet, low and completely confident.

I took a few uncertain steps forward.

My knees trembled slightly.

The skirt swayed again, and I sharply felt how my wet lips touched each other while walking.

I stopped in front of him too close.

Now the heat of his body was felt by the skin.

It smelled of cleanliness, light sweat and something heavy, masculine.

I didn’t know where to put my hands.

Didn’t know where to look.

If I looked at his face — I met that calm, possessive gaze.

If I lowered my eyes — I again saw how the fabric of the boxers was stretched over his cock.

— Closer.

— You can see everything from here.

— I said closer.

I wanted to argue.

But my legs already took another step.

Then a second.

Now I stood right in front of him.

Because of his height, even sitting Ren couldn’t be called small. His knees almost touched my legs.

He slowly raised his gaze from my stockings to my face.

— Turn around.

— What?

— I want to look at the outfit from all sides.

I slowly, awkwardly turned my back to him.

I felt his gaze sliding over my bare thighs.

Over the line of my ass.

Over how the short skirt barely covered it.

I was terribly ashamed.

And at the same time between my legs it traitorously pulsed again.

— Skirt higher.

My fingers trembled when I took the edges of the fabric.

I slowly lifted the skirt, exposing myself completely.

Cold air hit my wet pussy.

I stood in front of him without underwear, holding up my own skirt, and felt myself getting even wetter from the mere awareness that he could see everything right now.

— Looks good.

He said it almost indifferently.

But his voice grew a little huskier.

I frowned.

— And that’s all?

Ren smiled a little.

— What else do you want to hear?

I immediately understood I had fallen into the trap.

He had deliberately waited until I myself asked for praise.

— Nothing.

— Then good.

Ren picked up the phone again.

Irritation flared instantly.

— Hey!

He raised his eyes.

— What?

— You made me put this on, undressed yourself, ordered me to turn in front of you, and now you just say “looks good”?

— Seems like you still need something else after all.

I pressed my lips together.

— You know yourself.

— I want to hear it.

Shameless.

He was forcing me to speak directly again.

I looked at his chest.

Then at his face.

— Say that I’m beautiful.

Ren put the phone aside.

Now there was no mockery in his eyes.

— Come even closer. And stand between my legs.

I turned.

My cheeks burned.

My breathing broke.

I took the last step and found myself between his spread knees.

Too close.

Now I saw in every detail how the boxers stretched over his cock.

Thick.

Heavy.

Almost fully hard already.

Strong heat came from him.

I stood in the maid outfit, with the skirt pulled up, without panties, wet and trembling.

And he sat half-naked, calm and absolutely sure that he had the full right to examine me like this.

He placed his palms on my waist.

Against his large hands my waist seemed completely thin and fragile.

Ren slowly pulled me between his knees.

I felt the heat of his bare body even through the thin fabric of the costume.

It came from his chest, from his stomach, from his thighs — dense, heavy, alive.

— You’re very beautiful, Yuki.

My heart traitorously skipped a beat.

He wasn’t smiling.

Wasn’t teasing.

Spoke seriously, almost calmly, and because of that the words hit harder.

— Especially when you stop hiding.

His fingers lightly squeezed my waist, as if measuring how easily he could hold me.

Then slowly moved upward.

Along the ribs.

Right under the breasts.

The skin under his palms burned.

— And I like that you put this on for me.

— Not for you.

The voice came out weaker than I wanted.

— Of course.

— I’m just curious what you’re imagining?

I froze.

Blood instantly rushed to my face.

Ren looked at me from below upward.

In that gaze there was no mockery — only heavy, calm knowledge.

He already saw right through me.

— How do you…

— You walk too carefully.

I wanted to sink through the floor.

I tried to step back even one step.

He held me.

Fingers dug into my ribs confidently and without excess cruelty — simply not letting me leave.

— Don’t hide, — Ren said quietly.

— You yourself decided to come out to me exactly like this.

I couldn’t answer.

Because it was true.

He hadn’t ordered me to take off the underwear.

I myself had stayed without panties.

Myself had chosen to be like this in front of him.

His palms rose higher and settled on my breasts over the fabric.

Large.

Hot.

Completely covered me.

I let out a quiet sound when his fingers squeezed.

At first simply firmly.

Then he began slowly kneading.

Working with heavy circular movements.

Lifting.

Squeezing.

The fabric of the costume stretched and roughly rubbed against the already hard nipples.

Every movement answered inside with a pulling sweet ache.

I involuntarily arched toward his hands.

A thought flashed: Hayato had never touched me like this.

He would have turned red, pulled his hands away, started apologizing.

And Ren was kneading my breasts as if he had full rights to them.

And the scariest thing — my body accepted that right.

— First lesson, — he continued calmly, not stopping the squeezing.

— My girl does everything to arouse and please me.

These words hit deeper than the fingers.

He found the hard nipples through the fabric and squeezed them hard.

A sharp flash went from the chest straight down into the lower abdomen.

I gasped and clung to his bare shoulders.

Nails dug into the hot skin.

Between my legs it suddenly flowed.

I clearly felt new hot moisture running down the inner side of my thighs.

Without panties it was too obvious.

Too shameful.

Too good.

Ren squeezed the nipples again, slightly twisting them between his fingers.

My legs weakened.

My pussy clenched so hard that I felt my own wetness.

— And the second? — I exhaled almost inaudibly.

He continued kneading and teasing my breasts with heavy, confident movements.

His thumbs roughly rubbed the nipples back and forth, making me tremble finely.

— The second will begin when you honestly say why you decided to come closer to me.

I stood between his spread legs, in the short outfit, without underwear, with a completely wet crotch.

Every one of his squeezes made a new portion of moisture come out.

I already felt it slowly running lower.

He waited.

Calmly.

Absolutely confidently.

And continued to own my breasts as if they had long belonged only to him.

— You’re trembling, — he said.

— It’s cold here.

— You’re lying.

His fingers caught the edge of the costume on the chest and sharply pulled the fabric down.

Ren without warning squeezed my breasts, applying more force.

To a pleasant, deep pain.

I sharply inhaled and arched.

Fingers dug into the soft flesh so hard that white marks remained between them.

He didn’t loosen the grip.

Simply held and slowly began to knead.

Hard.

Deep.

Crushing the breasts in his hands.

I bit my lip hard, trying not to moan out loud.

He immediately raised his eyes.

— Don’t hold back.

— I’m not…

— Yuki.

Just the name.

But in his voice a heavy order sounded.

I stopped arguing.

A loud, broken moan tore from my chest.

Ren approvingly squeezed even harder.

The pain became sharp, sweet, almost unbearable.

And immediately struck downward, straight into the pussy.

— That’s better.

From the praise and the pain I was thrown into heat at the same time.

The walls inside clenched sharply.

I felt a thick hot trickle crawling down my thigh.

I wanted him to squeeze even harder.

And that scared me more than anything.

He kneaded my bare breasts with heavy, possessive movements.

His thumbs found the nipples and began pressing them into the soft flesh while strongly squeezing the whole breast.

Every movement answered with a deep pulse below.

I was already standing right on the edge.

My thighs trembled.

My stomach was heaving.

A little more of this pressure — and I would come simply from how he was destroying my breasts with his hands.

— Second lesson, — Ren said, again squeezing both breasts to the limit.

— You have to say yourself what you want.

I swallowed.

Dark spots were already floating before my eyes from the mix of pain and pleasure.

— And if I don’t say?

He pulled me even closer.

His hard cock in the boxers strongly pressed into my stomach.

— Then I’ll continue like this.

— And we’ll stand until you break or ask.

He squeezed with all his strength again.

I cried out.

My pussy clenched so hard that even more moisture sprayed from it.

I felt drops falling onto the floor between my legs.

— That’s not fair, — I almost sobbed.

— Why?

— Because you already know… what I am right now…

— I know.

His fingers dug especially cruelly into the nipples and at the same time crushed the breasts.

A sharp flash went through the entire body.

My legs gave out.

I hung on his shoulders, trembling, wet, right on the edge.

One more such squeeze — and it would be over.

But he suddenly completely removed his hands.

Left my breasts burning from the pain and the marks of his fingers.

Left my pussy pulsing in emptiness, on the verge of orgasm.

The emptiness hit so hard that tears sprayed from my eyes.

— I want…

The voice broke.

Ren didn’t touch me.

Simply looked from below upward with calm dark eyes and waited.

— I want to come… — I exhaled in a trembling whisper.

— Ask properly.

I couldn’t take it anymore.

My body was shaking.

My pussy was contracting on its own, trying to catch a release that wasn’t there.

— Please… Ren… let me come.

He slowly smiled.

Heavily.

Predatory.

— Good girl.

And only after those words his hands settled again on my already tormented breasts.

He squeezed my breasts again.

This time without any pity.

Fingers dug deep, to the most pleasant, tearing pain.

His thumbs cruelly pressed the nipples inward.

I didn’t even manage to inhale.

The orgasm covered me at once.

Struck from inside with a heavy, blinding wave.

Everything in front of my eyes sharply went dark.

The world narrowed to black spots and pulsing.

My pussy convulsively, furiously clenched.

Once.

Again.

A third time.

It poured out of me so strongly that I heard the wet impacts of drops on the floor.

My legs completely gave out.

I lost support.

My body went soft and at the same time arched.

Ren didn’t let me fall.

He sharply wrapped one arm around my waist, continuing to cruelly knead my breast with the other, prolonging every spasm.

I hung on his arm, shaking, helpless, with my head thrown back.

And then I heard the screams.

High.

Broken.

Lustful.

The sounds of some animal that had lost its mind from pleasure.

For a second I didn’t understand where they came from.

And then I realized.

It was me.

It was my mouth making these dirty, loud, completely inhuman sounds.

I didn’t care.

Waves came one after another.

Long.

Deep.

Cruel.

Every new spasm squeezed even more moisture and the last of my strength out of me.

Nothing remained in my head.

Only blinding darkness and animal pleasure that was tearing the body from inside.

This was the best sensation of my life.

Stronger than anything I had ever done to myself.

Stronger than any fantasies.

Stronger than everything connected with Hayato.

I understood it at the very peak, when my body arched to the point of cracking in the spine, and my pussy clenched so furiously that it became almost painful.

And together with this blinding peak came a sticky, heavy horror.

Because I would never again be able to pretend that I didn’t know what it was like — to come like this.

— Quiet, — he said right above my ear. — I’ve got you.

His voice broke through the noise in my head.

Low.

Calm.

The only thing I could still hold on to.

I continued to shake.

One weakening pulse after another passed through my body, and I only pressed harder against him, hiding my face against his shoulder.

No strength.

No thoughts.

No shame.

Nothing remained.

Only his hot skin under my cheek.

A heavy palm on my back.

And absolute certainty that he wouldn’t let me fall.

— Breathe, Yuki.

I obeyed.

It didn’t work the first time.

Air stuck in my throat and came out as a short sob.

Ren slowly ran his palm along my back.

— Again.

I inhaled again.

Deeper.

Then again.

He set the rhythm, and my body followed his voice almost without the participation of consciousness.

Inhale.

Exhale.

His hand.

His warmth.

His calm.

Gradually the world began to return.

First I heard my own heavy breathing.

Then felt how my knees trembled.

How wet hair stuck to my forehead.

How desperately tightly my arms were wrapped around Ren’s neck.

I tried to loosen the grip.

Couldn’t.

— It’s all right, — he said.

Those words made my eyes sting.

I myself didn’t understand why.

Probably from relief.

Or from the fact that for the first time I could completely go soft in someone else’s arms and not be afraid that they would let me go.

Ren carefully lifted me.

So easily, as if I weighed nothing.

I only quietly gasped and pressed harder against him.

— I can myself…

— You can’t.

Usually his self-confidence would have made me argue.

Now I just closed my eyes.

He sat on the sofa and settled me on his lap, continuing to support me with one hand under the back.

My body became soft.

Heavy.

Completely powerless.

I laid my head on his chest.

Under my ear his heart beat evenly.

Calmly.

As if nothing special had happened.

It seemed unfair.

I barely remembered my own name, and he still completely controlled himself.

— Ren…

— Mm?

I wanted to say something sharp.

Accuse him.

Call him a monster.

At least ask him not to look at me with such a satisfied expression.

But my lips themselves pronounced something else:

— That was…

I fell silent.

Shame returned first.

Heavy and hot.

Ren didn’t rush.

Simply continued to slowly stroke my back.

— The best sensation of my life, — I finally whispered.

The confession sounded frighteningly sincere.

I immediately squeezed my eyes shut.

Wanted to take the words back.

Pretend he had misheard.

But Ren, of course, had heard everything.

His hand stopped for a moment.

— Look at me.

— I don’t want to.

— Yuki.

Even now that voice made me obey.

I slowly raised my head.

In his eyes there was no mockery.

Only calm satisfaction.

And something else.

Warmer.

Almost tender.

— Good girl, — he said.

My lips trembled again.

Just praise.

But after everything that had happened it felt almost like an embrace.

— Don’t say that, — I mumbled.

— Why?

— Because I like it too much.

Ren smiled a little.

— Finally an honest answer.

I hid my face against his chest.

I had no strength left to argue.

And exactly then Hayato surfaced in my memory.

I waited for the familiar stab of guilt.

It came.

But turned out weaker than before.

Because on top of it lay another feeling.

Heavy.

Warm.

Almost happy.

Next to Hayato I had always tried to be proper.

Calm.

Convenient.

The kind that could be loved without feeling awkwardness.

Next to Ren I had just completely lost control.

Shown him the me that even I hadn’t known.

And he hadn’t turned away.

Hadn’t laughed.

Hadn’t let me fall.

He simply held me.

Gathered me piece by piece with his voice and even touches.

From that thought my eyes stung.

— Are you crying? — Ren asked.

— No.

— You’re lying.

I quietly laughed through the tears.

Even now.

He still noticed everything.

— I’m just scared, — I admitted.

— Of what?

I listened to his heart.

— That I’ll never again be able to be satisfied with less.

Ren hugged me tighter.

— And you shouldn’t.

The answer came too quickly.

Too confidently.

As if he had long been waiting for me to understand this.

I closed my eyes.

Until Monday there was still too much time left…

And I was already not sure that after them I would be able to return to my former life.

Because now I knew what it was like — to completely lose my strength in someone’s hands and not for a second be afraid that he would drop me.