Harem Training System: Every Girl I Train Makes Me Stronger!

Lia’s entire face erupted in a crimson flush that rivaled the color of her nipples. She tried to squeeze her thighs together, but her body felt boneless, traitorously open to him.

"P... please don’t say it aloud! Nnngh~" she pleaded, covering her face with one hand while the other clung to the pillow. "It’s embarrassing... don’t make me acknowledge it!"

But William was relentless in his curiosity. He didn’t pull away; instead, he hooked two fingers under the elastic waistband of her panties.

"How can I not?" he murmured.

With one smooth, practiced motion, he slid the soaked fabric to the right, peeling it away from her center to expose her defenseless pussy entrance to the cool air of the room.

The sudden exposure made Lia gasp, her hips lifting involuntarily. "Ah! Ahhh~!"

William’s fingers moved closer, hovering just millimeters from her swollen folds before finally making contact.

"You’re even slicker than usual tonight," he observed, his voice dropping to a husky whisper.

His fingertip grazed the sensitive entrance, finding her already slick with arousal. "Tell me something, Lia... does wearing that training outfit excite you this much?"

Lia froze, her breath catching in her throat. "That’s... that’s not—"

William let out a rich, throaty laugh that vibrated against her skin.

"Don’t tell me you really like cosplay sex?" he teased, his fingers beginning to trace idle circles around her entrance, teasing the sensitive bud of her clitoris. "We’re still wearing our training clothes, after all."

"Did you imagine this while you were practicing your drills?"

"I... it’s not that!" Lia stammered, her voice climbing an octave in her mortification. "I wasn’t thinking about... about this during training!"

"I was focused on my forms and my breathing, I swear!" She squeezed her eyes shut, a fresh wave of heat spreading from where he touched her. "It’s just... the fabric is tight, and it makes me feel... aware of myself."

"And then I thought of you, and then ahhh!"

The confession died in a moan as William’s finger pressed more firmly against her opening, finding the perfect angle to stroke.

"Mmmph! Ahhh! William, ahh~!~" The sound of her protest turned instantly into a plea as she arched her hips into his hand.

The embarrassment was still there, burning hot in her cheeks, but it was being rapidly overwhelmed by the undeniable reality of her body’s reaction.

Every wet sound of his finger sliding against her slickness—schlick, squelch—was a reminder that her body had been betraying her desires long before he had ever touched her.

Lia’s breathing was ragged, a series of broken gasps that filled the space between them.

"It’s not... that I wanted cosplay," she confessed breathlessly, her voice dropping to a vulnerable whisper as she looked up at him. "It’s just... being here, in this guest room... remembering how we almost lost control during that massage..."

"And now wearing this outfit, knowing that we’re finally about to do this for real..." She swallowed hard, her hips rolling helplessly against his hand. "It makes everything feel so much more dangerous."

"Also so much more... exciting."

William felt a surge of pure, unadulterated desire at her words. The admission of her arousal, triggered by the memory of their near miss, sent a jolt through his system.

Beneath his pants, his massive cock throbbed painfully, twitching with a life of its own as it strained against the fabric. The immense pressure, a demanding ache, screamed for release inside her.

’Not yet,’ he told himself, gritting his teeth against the urge to simply thrust into her and end the torment. ’I need to resist.’

’I need to savor this.’ He wanted to prolong this exquisite torture, to prolong the moment when she was completely undone by his touch.

In his mind, he made a silent vow: he would enjoy every single second of this night with Lia. He would explore every moan, every shiver, and every drop of her surrender.

"I understand," he rasped, his eyes darkening with predatory intent. "The anticipation makes it sweeter."

Without warning, he plunged two fingers deep inside her slick folds.

"AAAAHHH!~ Nnngh! Oh god, William!~" Lia’s scream was muffled as she bit her lower lip, her body convulsing as he filled her.

The fullness of him stretching her sensitive entrance sent electricity cascading through her entire nervous system.

William didn’t stop at simple penetration. He began to employ a deliberate, skilled fingering technique, curling his fingers upward to find the sensitive spot that made her entire body shudder.

His thumb remained free, grinding mercilessly against her swollen clitoris.

Schlick, squelch, slurp.

The sounds of his fingers working inside her wetness were loud and obscene in the quiet room.

"God, Lia," William groaned, his own arousal making his voice growl. "The sound you make when I do this... it’s something else entirely."

"Every time I stir you up like this, your juices just start gushing more and more." He pulled his fingers out almost completely before thrusting them back in, deliberately creating a wet, sucking sound that made Lia whimper in shame and ecstasy.

"You’re flooding my fingers... You’re absolutely drowning in your own desire."

"Ahhh! Ahh! Ahh!~ No, don’t say that! Ahh!~" Lia’s protests were meaningless as her hips began to buck rhythmically against his hand.

She was losing control, her mind dissolving into a haze of sensation. "It’s too much... Instructor Wade, please... ahhh!"

"The way you’re moving inside me... it feels like I’m melting! Nnngh~ Haaah~!"

"Melt for me then," he commanded, increasing the pace.

His fingers moved faster and harder, pumping in and out of her soaking wet cunt while his thumb maintained a relentless pressure on her clit. "Give me everything, Lia."

"Let me hear how much you want me."

"I want you! I want you so bad! ~ AH! AH! AHH!~" Lia’s voice broke into high-pitched cries as she approached a breaking point.

Her legs shook uncontrollably, and the wetness between them became a slick mess, coating his fingers and dripping onto the sheets.

The friction of his movements combined with the overwhelming psychological weight of their intimacy pushed her closer and closer to the edge.

The room was alive with the sounds of her unraveling the wet slaps of his hand against her thighs, the squelching of her juices, and her desperate, unfiltered screams of pleasure.

William’s fingers finally withdrew from her slick heat, but he didn’t pull away entirely. Instead, he shifted his position, sliding down the bed until his face was level with her thighs.

He spread her legs wider, positioning himself to get an unobstructed view of the masterpiece he had created.

The sight was obscene and beautiful. Lia’s pussy was swollen, a deep, flushed pink, and glistening with an abundance of arousal.

"God, Lia..." he whispered, his breath hot against her inner thighs. "It’s dripping. You’re literally dripping down onto the mattress."

Lia could only let out a broken, pathetic moan, "Nnngh... haaaah..." her head thrashing against the pillow.

The humiliation of being seen so exposed, so thoroughly soaked, should have been overwhelming, but her body was too far gone for shame to matter.

William stared at her clitoris, which stood out like a tiny, throbbing jewel against her swollen folds.

’I need to taste it,’ he thought fiercely. ’I want to play with it until she forgets her own name.’

Without warning, he leaned forward. Instead of using his fingers, he pressed his tongue directly against her clit, delivering a long, slow, wet stroke from bottom to top.

"AAAAAAHHH!~" Lia’s scream was so loud it seemed to vibrate in her bones.

Her hips bolted off the bed as if she’d been electrocuted. "Eh?! What... Instructor Wade! Ah! Ahh!~"

Her eyes snapped open, wide and unfocused, staring down at the top of his head. "Wait, ah! Instructor William Wade!"

"I... I haven’t showered yet! I’m sweaty from training; I’m not nnnngh!"

William didn’t give her a chance to finish her protest. He didn’t care about sweat, or the smell of exertion, or anything other than the taste of her.

He moved his upper body closer, his face buried between her legs, and began a relentless assault. He used his tongue to lick and lap at her clit with devastating precision while simultaneously sliding two fingers back inside her dripping cunt.

Slurp, schlick, squelch.

"Don’t... don’t suck on it so strongly! Ahhh! Ah!~" Lia wailed, her fingers tangling desperately in his hair.

The suction of his mouth around her clit was unlike anything she had ever felt; it was a vacuum of pleasure that threatened to pull her entire soul out through her cunt. "It’s too much!"

"Instructor Wade, I can’t... ahhh! Mmmph~!"