Chapter 55 - Chapter 51

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Ultimately, after that, Suzuka-chan made me cum three times.

Moreover, it was a triple facial—something she openly claims to dislike.

Though she said it tasted bitter, she swallowed all three loads, but calming her foul mood afterward was a struggle.

If this were between lovers, one way to make up might be to take things to the bedroom.

But at that moment, Suzuka-chan looked ready to slap me with full force if I so much as touched her shoulder.

Touching her chest would likely earn me a kick to the groin, so honestly, I was at a loss.

"...If you wash my hair, I'll forgive you."

Then, for some reason, Suzuka-chan sat down in front of me, facing away.

Of course, facing away meant she was completely exposed—her pure white back, her surprisingly defined waist for an elementary schooler, and the roundness of her butt emphasized by the bath stool—everything was on full display.

Naturally, standing in front of her would have revealed even more in certain ways, but the defenseless back view of a young girl was undeniably alluring.

"Are you sure you want me to do it...?"

Still facing away, the girl nodded slightly.

Her cheeks were flushed in the mirror's reflection, so she must have secretly wanted someone to wash her hair.

Everyone knows that being touched by someone else feels far better than touching yourself. It seemed she, too, had a desire to be touched by someone.

Now that I thought about it, the reason she had shampooed my hair earlier might have been because she wanted the same done to her.

People tend to unconsciously do for others what they secretly wish for themselves.

There's a common saying that you shouldn't do to others what you wouldn't want done to you—but the reverse is also true.

Suzuka-chan washed me because she wanted to be washed herself. That's all there was to it.

"Nngh..."

As I lathered shampoo into the girl's hair, a moan-like sound escaped her lips.

It wasn't her genitals or nipples—just being touched in a place that felt good.

In a broad sense, that too was an erogenous zone. But the less often a spot is touched by others, the more sensitive it tends to be.

Suzuka-chan's wet hair had a glossy, lustrous sheen, exuding a sensuality unbecoming of an elementary schooler. Not every girl has hair like this.

Given her age, the surface area of her head wasn't large, but considering the length of her hair, washing it was still quite the task. Seriously, how do girls with long hair even manage to wash it themselves?

"Just focus on the scalp... The ends will get clean when you rinse it."

Every time I massaged her scalp with my fingertips, she closed her eyes and made an ecstatic face.

I already knew exactly how to make her feel good.

I just had to mimic the same method and pressure she had used on me.

"Ah...!"

While washing her hair, I casually brushed behind her ear, and she let out a high-pitched sound almost indistinguishable from a moan.

Continuing the massage down to her nape and neck, she tilted her chin up slightly and shuddered.

She's definitely feeling it. At this rate, she probably wouldn't resist if I massaged her nipples or clit. But with the Shinkansen departure time approaching, I held back.

If things escalated here, I'd definitely miss the train.

"Feels good?"

Gently massaging her entire head, she nodded silently. Maybe if she spoke, a high-pitched moan would slip out.

"Rinsing now."

As I washed out the shampoo while continuing the massage, Suzuka-chan seemed dazed for a while. It was as if she was physically realizing just how good it felt to have someone else wash her hair.

"...Thanks."

Flustered but blushing, she muttered her gratitude. Her earlier anger had completely dissipated, replaced by a blissful expression. Her wet hair clung to her pearl-like skin, giving off an undeniably alluring vibe.

"Want me to wash your body too while we're at it?"

"N-No, that's enough!"

The girl stood up in embarrassment and practically fled the bathroom.

She must have realized that if just her head felt this good, having her whole body washed would push her over the edge.

Either way, I was glad she was in a better mood.

If she had given up on me, I'd have lost my means of chasing after Aika.

After drying each other's hair and wiping down, we finished preparing for the trip.

A journey to tail Aika's school trip.

Parents stalking their daughter's school excursion is beyond unreasonable—but I had no choice.

No matter what, I had to bring Aika back to Sazanami-sou.

And when she returned, she wouldn't be alone.

That girl would be with her too.

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"Papa, look! You can see Mt. Fuji!"

Once aboard the Shinkansen, Suzuka-chan was visibly excited.

Part of it was her good mood after having her hair washed, but more than that, she seemed genuinely thrilled about the trip itself.

Not that everything was new to her, but riding an unfamiliar train to an unknown destination is exciting even for adults.

The Shinkansen's box seats.

I sat by the window, Suzuka-chan by the aisle. At first, she had refused the window seat with a "Don't treat me like a kid," but now she was practically glued to it.

Leaning out from her aisle seat, she eagerly watched the scenery whizzing by.

Her posture meant she was on all fours, her butt sticking out—much to the discomfort of the salaryman across from us.

Though Suzuka-chan wore hot pants instead of a skirt, her rounded curves made even an elementary schooler look surprisingly seductive.

Her leaning so far forward meant we were practically pressed together.

Given the seat layout, her budding chest was practically smushed against my cheek.

Earlier, even when we were both naked, we hadn't touched—so this was my first chance in a while to savor the softness of a grade-schooler's chest.

Firm yet yielding, with just the right bounce—even through her T-shirt, it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra.

Once two people cross that line, the distance between them shrinks.

After this morning's full-nude activities, the girl showed no wariness toward me at all.

Her pristine cleavage was on full display, and from this angle, I could even glimpse her budding nipples. Thank goodness Mt. Fuji was on my side of the train—otherwise, that salaryman would've gotten an eyeful.

Yet to any outsider, we probably just like a father and daughter getting along.

A well-developed fifth-grader clinging to her dad like a couple might raise eyebrows, but since she kept calling me "Papa," no one gave us a second glance.

"Feels nostalgic. Almost like a school trip."

My last school trip was nearly 17 or 18 years ago—too distant to recall everything, but certain memories still resurfaced.

Back then, us boys would crowd into box seats and goof off playing cards.

"Is this what school trips are like?"

Still on all fours, Suzuka-chan tilted her head. How does her chest stay perfectly shaped in this position? I worried the salaryman might catch an underboob peek. If he started leaning oddly, I'd have to make her sit properly.

"Usually, it's just boys or girls together."

It was easy to forget, given her development, but Suzuka-chan was only in fifth grade. She hadn't been on a school trip yet.

"Hmm. So it's fun being stuck with just boys or girls?"

"It's fun in its own way. You can't make school-era memories outside of school."

Telling that to an actual student probably wouldn't land—likely because I've gotten old.

People in the throes of youth rarely realize they're in it.

No matter how small-scale or far from ideal, it's still youth. And oddly enough, that's what becomes unbearably precious later.

"I'd... rather have it like this. With boys and girls together."

Avoiding my gaze shyly, Suzuka-chan suddenly snuggled closer.

At this point, she had to know her chest was fully visible.

"—Hhk!"

The next instant, I nearly jumped out of my seat.

Hidden from view by her thigh, the girl had just pinched the tip of my crotch.

What is she thinking, doing this in public? Did getting so close get her worked up? She gave me a look dripping with seduction.

With her natural beauty and figure, the effect was devastating. Just a light squeeze to the tip had me hardening fast. I want to squeeze these perfect, perky tits between—

"Wow, Mt. Fuji! It's huge up close!"

A voice from behind made me flinch—even though it wasn't directed at us.

Standing in the aisle were two middle-school girls, likely on their school trip.

I assumed so because they were in casual clothes. Their height and faces matched Aika's age, so they were probably second-years.

Come to think of it, my middle school had also done trips in civvies. I remember the guys getting hyped over seeing girls out of uniform—Who's the cutest? Who's unexpectedly stacked?—that kind of thing.

The duo was fairly cute.

One was tall and slender, vaguely reminiscent of Mizuki.

The other reminded me strongly of Anna-chan.

Her overall vibe was adorable.

She had a demure, yamato nadeshiko air, and her short black hair gave off a doll-like impression.

But most striking was her overflowing bust, clearly visible even through her T-shirt.

A class shirt? The "Sagishima Middle School" print on her chest strained against her ample curves.

She wasn't overweight—just that busty. Her babyface made the contrast even more extreme. If I took her from behind, she'd probably moan adorably in shy—

"Guh—!"

An involuntary groan escaped me. My half-erect length had just been vice-gripped.

Suzuka-chan was glaring at me from point-blank range, her temple twitching, shoulders trembling.

"Looks like someone needs... punishing."

She smiled as if joking—but her eyes were dead serious.

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"R-Suzuka-chan... Not there...!"

Inside the Shinkansen restroom, pants down, I was getting my backdoor licked by a fifth-grader.

The girl had crawled between my legs and was lapping at my rim like an ice pop.

"Getting this hard after all that earlier... Hah... How much more do you have stored up?"

Kneeling on the restroom floor, Suzuka-chan meticulously licked every wrinkle of my balls and the base of my shaft.

When I spread my cheeks, she plunged her tongue deep inside, as if she'd been waiting.

Most people would balk at licking someone else's exit, but Suzuka-chan went all in, saliva coating my insides.

The sight of her cute tongue delving as deep as possible was sinfully arousing.

"Honestly, how does licking there turn you on this much? You're beyond hopeless."

With a blissful expression, she licked up to my shaft. Isn't this more about her kinks? But with a grade-schooler unfazed by a dick in her face, it hardly mattered.

"...That girl earlier had huge boobs. Probably bigger than your sister's. Her shirt was stretched tight."

"R-Really? I wasn't really looking—Ahh!"

The moment I played dumb, a slick finger invaded my rear.

Unlike her soft tongue, the digits had undeniable presence—I tensed instantly. This was what "chattering teeth" meant.

"Liar. You totally imagined railing her from behind, groping those melons."

"W-Well..."

Guilty as charged. That type of bust is meant for doggy. Holding her arms back, watching those heavy curves jiggle with each thrust—

"First middle-schoolers, now elementary girls... How depraved can you get? No wonder your sister gave up on you."

"Guh—!"

Her finger curled inside me, sending my back arching. The mix of pressure and dull pleasure was overwhelming—she had me at her mercy.

"O-Okay, maybe that's true, but—"

I had reflected on the Anna-chan incident, but the girl earlier was just a glance.

I hadn't approached or even spoken to her.

Besides, any guy would stare at a bust like that. It's basic biology.

"No excuses! You just love huge boobs!"

"Agh—!"

A unholy noise escaped me. Bad. If she keeps milking my prostate like this—

"B-B-but yours are plenty big too! A C-cup in fifth grade—"

"Sexual harassment!"

"Gahk—!"

Mid-prostate assault, she suddenly deep-throated me.

Normally, I could handle a blowjob, but with a finger inside, the double assault had me edging fast.

Wait, isn't letting a kid finger your ass while she sucks you off the definition of harassment?!

"F'rry 'ot 'onna... (You're not forgiven...)"

Bobbing her head, she swirled her tongue along my shaft and crown. The lewd schlicks alone were bad enough, but paired with anal play, it was too much.

"Suzuka-chan... This is bad..."

The pleasure was overwhelming. A grade-schooler's mouth, public indecency, unclean desecration—this was Sodom levels of degeneracy.

"Feels good?"

Teasing me between strokes, she looked way too into this.

Her hand and tongue sped up, pushing me closer. My shaft pulsed, ready.

It reminded me of the verbal teasing I'd to Anna-chan during sex.

Making your partner say lewd things to heighten both your arousal—a common tactic, but I never expected to be on the receiving end.

"Tell me. What do you want?"

Every time I neared climax, she'd stop prostate stimulation, only licking the tip.

Maddening.

I was fully at the mercy of a fifth-grader's whims.

"C-Cum... I wanna cum..."

"Where?"

"I-In Suzuka-chan... Inside..."

"Say Suzuka."

"Ahh—!"

Her sudden demand came with a squeeze to my balls. Not crushing, but the sheer taboo of a kid palming my sack was—

"Inside Suzuka... I wanna creampie you."

I had called her by name before—Suzuka-chan or not, during sex, I often degraded my partners. It's hotter that way. But her requesting it was new.

"Say I'm the only one."

Sucking me off with flushed cheeks, she demanded more. Obviously she was the only girl here. Who else would I want to fill?

"O-Only Suzuka... Only you."

"Say it hotter."

Her hand and tongue faster, her gaze darker. My cock throbbed, pre-cum leaking.

"I wanna pump Suzuka's loli pussy full of cum!"

"More!"

"I wanna stuff my hard cock into Suzuka's hairless loli cunt and flood her womb!"

"MORE!!"

"I wanna breed Suzuka's perverted loli hole and knock up this pregnant-crazy grade-schooler!!"

"Nnngh—!"

The next instant, an unholy amount of cum exploded into the girl's mouth.

Spurt after spurt down her throat.

No way she could swallow this much.

But Suzuka-chan did—every drop.

She must've opened her throat, sending it straight to her stomach.

"Suzuka-chan... Amazing."

Dazed, I could only gasp for air.

The restroom's fluorescent light buzzed overhead.

The Shinkansen rattled along the tracks.

What kind of fifth-grader deepthroats a load like it's nothing?!

"...I haven't even had my period yet, so I can't get pregnant. And I'm not a pervert."

Glaring while gulping down my cum, Suzuka-chan didn't seem too displeased.

Maybe part of her wants to be knocked up.

"But this should teach you, right? Next time you eye another girl, I'll do worse."

Standing up, she straightened her clothes.

Threatening me like that just makes me want to stare more... But any more orgasms might break me, so I'll behave.

"Let's go back. If anyone sees us here, who knows what they'll think."

"Wait, Suzuka-ch—"

Embarrassed by the intense blowjob, she yanked the door open—

Luckily, I'd pulled my pants in time, but now a salaryman and a fifth-grade girl were exiting a restroom together.

If this'd been a station attendant, I'd have been reported on the spot.

Even soundproofed, my moans might've leaked.

Even a normal adult would definitely find this suspicious.

If it'd been another kid, I might've talked my way out—

"You're..."

But the person outside was undeniably familiar.

Semi-long, fluffy black hair and a slender frame.

A beauty who could've been a magazine model—Ayaka, the girl who'd inexplicably hidden inside a vaulting horse during the cultural festival.

"You— Don't tell me—"

Seeing my face, she seemed to remember too. That day in the storage shed, she'd witnessed me being toyed with by Mizuki.

In my delusions, I'd treated the onahole like her pussy, even moaning her name.

Naturally, the girl watching had been livid.

Livid—and weirdly vocal about it.

"Oh... Sagishima Middle..."

The busty middle-schooler who'd triggered Suzuka-chan's "punishment."

Her class shirt had read "Sagishima Middle."—a name that'd rung a bell. Ayaka's school.

Too late now.

The possible worst person had just seen me with Suzuka-chan.

Sure enough, Ayaka's face froze the moment she saw us.

Suzuka-chan's lips still had residue, and my clothes were disheveled.

What happened in there? After the storage incident, Ayaka could easily guess.

"Disgusting! First me, and now this little girl? Using her like a toy?!"

With that unfounded accusation, she ran off again. I never did anything to her! But in her mind, I'd apparently raped her.

"Ayaka-chan, wait—"

If she started spreading rumors, I'd be screwed. But before I could chase her, the fifth-grader yanked me back.

"Who was that? And I'm not your toy."

I was the victim here! But explaining in detail only earned me—

"Though at this rate, it's only a matter of time, huh?"

A chilling stare.

Like I was some predator who'd pounce on any girl. Consent matters!

"...Whatever. One or two won't change anything now."

Suzuka-chan muttered something under her breath, but I couldn't catch it.

Somehow, she seemed convinced Ayaka would also end up sleeping with me.

No way that's happening.

...Right?