Episode 42: She Is Invading Me.

The sound of the heavy door closing struck my eardrums with unusual force.

“Hey — Maya—! Let go—”

The arm I tried to shake free was only pulled harder instead.
The world flipped.

My back sank down with a thud into the familiar sofa — the one at the back of the discipline room.

“Wait, what — the video’s already deleted, so it’s over — isn’t it?!”

Maya’s body came down on top of me before I could get up, her weight closing off my oxygen entirely, pinning me completely.

“I’ve already had more than enough of Maya’s body, so — so this is done—”

I scrambled to flee behind the excuse that it was already over, my voice cracking.
Looking up, Maya’s face was badly distorted.
The breath that fell was ragged and heat-soaked.
And yet the fingertips reaching toward my throat were ice-cold, unhesitating in a way that made me shiver.

Chu.
A light lip-sound, just a touch.

…Oh. This.
This is the one I taught her during Yuri Friends.

Chu. Chu. Chu.
Shallow, pecking kisses, again and again. The cute kind.
I let my guard down at that — the tension in my shoulders dropped just slightly — and then, right after.

Chu…n, churu—
Suddenly the force pressing against my lips strengthened.

“Nn?! Mm, ah—”

Caught off guard, my lips fell open defencelessly.
Into the gap.
Slick.
Maya’s tongue, thick with heat, slid in without hesitation.

“Nchu…ju, pu—! Ah, churu—”

Forced open, the saliva inside gathered and tangled together.
A disgracefully wet, drowning sound, greedily trading spit.

“Puha, ah—! Hey — Maya—”
“It’s Maya, isn’t it.”

Even when I turned my face away trying to breathe, her long, well-built fingers formed a cage around both my cheeks and the back of my head, refusing absolutely to let me escape.
Nose to nose.
Maya’s slightly open eyes — a heat-drenched gaze — coiled and tangled with mine.

“Nmm— chu, juru—! Hah, Hiyori—”

The sound of her throat swallowing saliva.
No good.
No escaping this.

The Yuri Friends game I’d held the reins of and played with however I liked.

And yet — being taken apart by my own tongue technique, turned completely to mush — I felt like I was going to break.

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Churu—, trailing a silver thread, and at last Maya’s lips pulled away.
A pathetic moan escaped my mouth, searching for oxygen.

“Haah, ah— Ma… ya—”

Through blurring outlines.
Maya buried her face in my throat, as if confirming something, and drew in a deep breath.
At the same moment, her slender shoulders gave a sharp twitch.

“…This smell.”

The floral perfume I’d bought new after the winter break.

“Hiyori — you changed your perfume.”
“…Y-yeah. I did. Because I’m already done with—”
“I hate it.”
“…W-what are you—?!”

Ignoring even my protest, Maya’s long fingers reached toward the buttons of my blouse.
One, two. With the nimble precision of a model student, removed at a flowing speed.
Both hands seized my blouse without mercy and shoved it open to either side.
The taut winter air of the discipline room stabbed at my exposed chest.

“Ah— Maya, stop—”

My blouse slid from my shoulders and was pinned at my upper arms.
The freedom of my limbs taken completely, Maya looked down at me and buried her face in the hollow of my throat.

“Hgh— ah, nn—”

As if to unmask the lie of the floral scent, she exposed the smell from the depths of my skin.
Nose pressed against it, drawing all the way up from the bottom of her lungs — and then the heated flat of her tongue crawled from my throat to my collarbone, tracing the pulse of my blood.

“…Hiyori’s smell. I finally found it…”

Spilling those words like a half-melted delirious exhale, the face that had been buried in my throat drew back, churu—, trailing a thread of saliva.

“…What?”

From those clouded eyes looking down at me, large drops fell, one by one.
Drip. Drip. Warm drops fell and scattered across my defenceless collarbone and chest.

She’s crying?
…Why?

With a drip of fallen tears, Maya pressed her lips to my throat again.

“Ah—?!”

A brief sharp sting, and then that spot was sucked at hard with a devouring force.
Even without looking I knew: a dark-red mark was being branded into the skin.

“Maya— this is—”

The moment I opened my lips trying to demand what she was thinking, those words were swallowed by the jerk of my own hips.
Because Maya’s large, firm palms had slid, without a word, into my skirt.

“Hey — no — Maya — not there — seriously—”

A pitifully undignified sound rang through the discipline room.
But from Maya, not a single word.
Only an unrelenting, suffocating silence, and the rough sound of Maya’s breath filling the air.
The skirt fabric bunched and rubbed, and through my underwear, touched the most sensitive place.

“Nn—!”

A sound too large to hold back.
I clapped both hands over my own mouth in a rush, but through the gaps in my fingers the same pathetic nasal sounds kept leaking out.

I struggled to close my legs, but Maya’s arm refused to allow it.

Wet lashes lowered, Maya hooked her fingers at the edge of my underwear.
Mercilessly dragged down, it bit tight into the top of my thighs.
The chill of the air — the most defenceless part of me exposed to the outside.

“Hey, don’t look— seriously—”

Maya’s fingertip traced the entrance, heavy and wet with heat, from below to above in one long stroke.
My spine arched hard.

“No — Maya — please stop — I’m sorry — I was in the wro— ahh—!”

The sound of heat parting.
Maya’s middle finger sank slowly, all the way in.

“Ah, nn, ah—?!”

This too — a warped punishment Maya had learned from what I taught her own body.
As though returning it exactly as received, her long fingers pushed into the hottest place at the very deepest point.

One finger beside the middle.

“There — that — it’s making me—!”

The most sensitive wall, struck with a blunt, merciless upward thrust.

Pleasure flickered and strobed in front of my eyes.
As my thoughts threatened to burn out entirely, the only thing burned onto my retina was Maya’s expressionless face, silently hollowing me out.

“No — Maya — I’m sorry — I can’t — I’m going to—!”

All the bravado, all the pride — everything swallowed whole by the unreasonable pleasure.
The sweet drops spilling endlessly from inside me ran down her hand and made a raw, shameful stain on the sofa.

“Ku, uuh—!!”

Everything in front of me burst white.
Swallowed by a wave of numbness to the marrow of my skull, my hips jerked upward on their own — and I met my helpless, ruinous first climax in a mess, inside her silent fingers.