Pure Route in a Netorare School

The heavy, pulling waves of orgasm were still releasing me.

My stomach twitched with small spasms.

Deep inside everything still rhythmically clenched, pushing out the remaining wetness.

— Yuki, what else do you want?

His low voice made my heart pound heavily and fast again.

My pussy, which only a second ago had been convulsing, traitorously swelled warmly and started flowing once more.

I felt my lips swell and become even more sensitive.

— I want you to make me feel good…

The words tore out on their own.

I was even surprised at how greedy and weak they sounded.

But he was not satisfied.

His gaze grew heavier, almost disappointed.

— Yuki.

— You’re still only learning.

— And I don’t yet want to spank you so hard that your entire ass turns bright red and you won’t be able to sit without remembering me with every movement.

Those words made something inside clench my womb hard.

A new thick, hot wave of wetness immediately spilled out and slowly crawled down my ass cheeks.

He saw it.

Noticed how my body reacted to the threat of pain with even greater arousal.

— In front of a strong man any girl sooner or later becomes a masochist.

— And now remember some hentai.

— You’re quite the otaku after all.

Those very scenes flashed in my head.

Dirty.

Hard.

Where the girls held themselves spread open and begged.

I could no longer resist that desire.

I lifted both legs high up, almost pressing my knees to my chest.

The muscles on the inner sides of my thighs trembled from the strain.

With one hand I was still weakly holding onto his shoulder, and with the other I reached down.

My fingers touched my wet, swollen lips and spread them wide apart.

Cold air struck straight inside.

I felt the little hole involuntarily clench from that sensation.

I raised my eyes to him.

— Master…

My voice trembled.

But I didn’t stop.

— Please. Make it so that I forget about everything again.

At those words his huge cock jerked sharply in the black boxers and stretched the fabric even tighter.

A slow, dark, possessive smile appeared on Ren’s face.

— Good girl, Yuki.

He leaned down low.

Very low.

At first I felt only the heat of his breath right on my open, wet slit.

The skin there was so sensitive that even his breath caused a fine tremor.

He examined me for a long time and intently.

— I can see your hymen.

His voice became low, hoarse, completely different.

For the first time all evening his face completely changed.

The calm disappeared.

Naked, heavy lust broke through.

— I’ll reward you for such a beautiful view.

He leaned even closer.

I involuntarily jerked with my whole body when I felt his hot breath right on my clit.

And then he touched it with his tongue.

Warm.

Wet.

Slightly rough.

A sharp, electric discharge struck from that little bead in every direction at once.

Through my stomach.

Into the small of my back.

Into my thighs.

Into my toes.

I sobbed loudly and brokenly.

— It’s too small, — Ren said quietly, touching my clit with his lips and lightly sucking it in.

— I’ll train it.

— Make it bigger.

— More sensitive.

Those words shot a short, unexpected orgasm through me.

My pussy clenched hard around emptiness, and I gushed straight onto his tongue.

He didn’t pull away.

On the contrary.

He started licking and sucking even harder, even faster.

His tongue either rapidly drummed on my clit, or pressed flat and strong, rubbing it from side to side, or sharply sucked it into his mouth and began pulsing sucks.

I no longer understood anything.

The second orgasm covered me almost right after the first.

My body arched.

The muscles of my stomach contracted so hard it hurt.

Ren approvingly ran his palm over my stomach.

— Good girl.

From the praise everything inside clenched again.

I no longer understood what was stronger.

His touches.

His voice.

Or the confidence with which he controlled everything that was happening.

Then the third came.

Every new peak covered me before the previous one had time to release.

The waves came in a continuous, indistinguishable sequence.

Too strong.

Too deep.

Everything in front of my eyes completely darkened.

There was a roaring in my ears.

My tongue hung limply out of my mouth.

Saliva ran in a thin thread down my chin onto my neck.

I stopped tracking time.

Stopped thinking about how I looked.

Stopped remembering that I was supposed to be ashamed.

Only Ren remained.

His hands.

His commands.

My body tensed again.

I was moaning in a voice that was no longer mine.

Loudly.

Dirtily.

Breaking into high, intermittent squeals, like an animal in strong heat.

My legs shook in the air with uncontrollable convulsions.

My toes curled.

The hand that had earlier been holding my lips spread now simply lay nearby, and the fingers weakly twitched in time with the orgasms.

Deep inside everything was chaotically, furiously clenching and unclenching, trying to grab what wasn’t there.

My pussy was flooding his mouth and chin with ever new portions of hot wetness.

I was gasping for air convulsively, but he didn’t let go.

Supported me.

Made me breathe.

Brought me back to myself every time consciousness started to drift away.

— Ren…

— I’m here.

Those words became the only thing I still understood.

He is here.

He is holding me.

He won’t let me fall.

Another discharge went through my entire body, and I finally lost all strength.

My head fell limply back.

My lips parted.

I could no longer hold back my voice and didn’t try.

There was no shame left.

Only continuous, overwhelming pleasure and the feeling of complete helplessness in his hands.

It should have been frightening.

But next to Ren helplessness somehow felt like safety.

I could no longer think.

Could no longer be ashamed.

Could not even remember my own name.

Only this blinding, endless, destroying pleasure that Ren methodically and mercilessly squeezed out of my body with his tongue again and again.

— Don’t sleep!

A sharp, ringing slap on my bare ass yanked me out of the darkness.

The pain burned the skin with sharp fire and in the same second struck inside, straight into my pussy.

All the pleasure that had been accumulating while I was out broke through at once.

In one huge, dirty, uncontrollable wave.

I came again.

Deep inside my womb clenched sharply and painfully.

The walls of my pussy closed so tightly that it became tight and sweet at the same time.

My legs thrashed in the air with uncontrollable convulsions.

I cried out loudly and hoarsely and shook in convulsions right on his face.

Even Ren was surprised for a second by the strength of my reaction.

Only for a very short time.

But I noticed.

For the first time all evening I had managed to surprise him.

That thought should have caused pride.

Instead it became frightening.

I understood that I could get addicted to this.

To his voice.

To the orders.

To how he first takes away my support and then holds me himself.

To the praise after every moment when I finally surrender.

His hands loosened their grip.

His tongue pulled away for a moment.

And in that short pause a clear, cold thought cut through my head:

I’m going to get addicted to this.

Completely.

My body is already memorizing these sensations as necessary.

And I will never be able to go back to Hayato.

To his soft, uncertain touches.

To kisses that now won’t even give warmth.

The thought struck with cold.

I tried to crawl away.

Not because I really wanted to leave.

Because I was scared of how strongly I wanted to stay.

Fear mixed with the residual spasms of orgasm and made everything even sharper.

I weakly tried to crawl back.

The muscles of my legs trembled and almost didn’t obey.

My ass burned from the slap.

Inside everything still rhythmically pulled with emptiness.

Ren didn’t let me leave.

His large palm sharply grabbed one of my ass cheeks, fingers digging deep into the soft flesh, leaving bruises.

The other hand settled on top of my pubic bone and pressed hard, fixing me in place.

— Where do you think you’re going?

— Let go…

— No.

The calm answer sounded scarier than a shout.

I jerked again.

He held me.

Easily.

— You’re not running from me, — he said.

I was breathing heavily.

— Then from what?

— From the answer.

— What answer?

— You already understand that you want to stay.

My heart beat harder.

— That’s not true.

— You’re lying.

He said it almost softly.

Like a fact.

Like a verdict.

I wanted to object.

And he pressed his mouth to me again.

This time methodically and cruelly.

His tongue worked quickly and strongly over my already hypersensitive clit.

At the same time two fingers roughly spread my wet walls and entered to the hilt.

I felt how they stretched me from inside, pressing against something deep and sensitive.

— Ahhh!

I came again.

Almost instantly.

The orgasm hit even harder.

My womb clenched around his fingers with convulsive thrusts.

Every spasm pushed a new portion of hot liquid out of me straight into his mouth and onto his palm.

The waves came one after another without pause.

My body arched so strongly that a shooting pain went through my lower back.

My tongue hung limply out again.

My eyes rolled up.

I was no longer moaning normally — I was hoarsely, intermittently squealing while my insides clenched and unclenched in a frantic rhythm.

Ren didn’t stop even when I started weakly pushing his head away with trembling hands.

He continued licking my clit with short hard movements and fucking me with his fingers deep and fast, drawing every spasm out of me to the last tremor.

When it finally released, I lay completely broken.

Inside everything still weakly pulled and pulsed.

My stomach was heaving.

Between my legs it was wet and hot.

He pulled away from me.

His lips and chin were completely shining with my wetness.

— Yuki.

I didn’t understand.

Thoughts had scattered.

Ren leaned closer.

— From this moment on you have to say it every time you come.

The voice was calm and heavy.

There was no right to refuse in it.

I flushed.

— No.

— Why?

I shook my head.

— I won’t.

Ren fell silent.

And suddenly completely stopped.

He removed his tongue.

Released my ass.

Not gradually.

At once.

The emptiness turned out almost painful.

Inside it sharply became empty and cold after his fingers and mouth.

I convulsively inhaled and looked at him.

He waited.

Calmly.

Confidently.

Completely in no hurry.

— Continue, — tore out of me before I could think.

— Don’t forget yourself.

— Ren…

— Say it.

I clenched my teeth.

He didn’t move.

Didn’t help.

Didn’t allow me to hide behind a moan or a gesture.

Demanded only words.

— I…

My voice broke and sat down.

— Louder.

I felt my eyes starting to sting from powerlessness and anger.

From how strongly my body was already begging for continuation.

— I came again…

I couldn’t finish.

Ren looked straight at me.

Without mockery.

And without pity.

— Completely.

I squeezed my eyes shut.

My cheeks burned.

— I came again like a bitch in heat!

Silence.

Then his palm crashed down on my ass again with a strong, ringing slap.

The pain flared and immediately struck downward, making my pussy clench again.

— Good girl.

From that praise a large tremor ran through me again.

I hated how strongly those two words affected me.

Hated it.

And was already waiting for them again.

— One more time, — Ren said.

— What?

— When you come or want to say something — remember who I am now.

— And if I don’t say?

He leaned to my very ear.

Hot breath touched the skin.

— Then I’ll take you by force.

— And remake you.

I sharply looked at him.

He wasn’t joking.

There wasn’t a shadow of doubt in his eyes.

— That’s cruel.

— No.

Ren slowly ran his palm over the ass cheek that was burning from the slap.

Large goosebumps ran down my back.

— Cruel would be to continue when you already don’t understand what’s happening.

His voice remained firm and calm.

— I want you to stay here.

With me.

And speak.

I froze.

Only now did I truly understand.

He wasn’t simply forcing me to pronounce shameful words.

He wasn’t allowing me to completely dissolve into the sensations.

Every time he brought me back with his voice.

Forced me to be aware.

To choose.

To ask.

— Yuki, — he said.

— Are you here?

I nodded with difficulty.

His fingers settled again on my sensitive clit and only lightly touched it.

That was already enough for everything inside to clench.

— With words.

— I’m here.

— What do you want?

I swallowed.

The fear of Hayato stabbed sharply somewhere in my chest again.

But on top of it already lay another feeling.

Heavy.

Greedy.

Irreversible.

— I want you to continue.

— Are you sure?

I looked him straight in the eyes.

This time I didn’t look away.

— Yes.

The corner of his mouth slowly lifted.

— Then remember the rule.

He held me tighter.

— Every time you tell me the truth.

I exhaled heavily.

— Okay.

— I can’t hear you.

My cheeks caught fire again.

But now I already knew he wouldn’t back down.

— Okay, Master.

Heavy, dark satisfaction appeared in his eyes.

— That’s better.

And in that moment I finally understood:

The problem was no longer whether I would be able to return to Hayato.

The problem was whether I would even want to return to my former self.

Because I had already understood with my entire body:

He doesn’t simply bring me to orgasm.

He is rewriting my reactions.

And I am starting to need this more than air.