Volume 5 Chapter 19 Wedging In*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Three weeks had passed since the treatment began.
”Nn… ah! Senpai… Hirose-senpai… no… I’m at my limit… stop… this is too much… I can’t-!” Akira cried out.
Today marked the final session of Hirose’s ‘Fat Burning’¹ treatment on Akira’s chest. With every visit, her stoic “Prince” persona had crumbled further. She no longer tried to stifle her reactions, letting every gasp and moan fill the room.
”We’re finished, Akira-chan,” Hirose said.
”Y-yes… please, just let me stay like this for a second,” Akira replied, her voice shaky.
She slumped back, her weight pressing heavily against him. Beads of sweat tracked down the curves of her massive I-cup breasts, evidence of the grueling procedure.
”Your chest should settle into the target size in a few days,” Hirose noted. “Good luck with the track meet.”
”Yes… after all you’ve done, I have to be faster,” Akira said quietly.
Unlike the ‘Breast Growth’² skill which required gradual sessions, ‘Fat Burning’ was a high-intensity, one-shot deal. Their private time was officially over. Akira looked up as Hirose reached out to stroke her hair.
”That’s… the first time a man has ever touched my hair like that,” she whispered.
”Does it bother you?”
”It’s not that. I just… I think I want you to touch me more. Is that weird?”
”Not at all,” Hirose said, leaning in.
He remembered Hibiki’s advice: Give the girl what she wants. With his “experience” points skyrocketing lately, he was starting to trust his gut on these things.
”Your top is still open. Here, let me-“
”No, leave it,” Akira interrupted, stopping his hand.
”Akira?”
”Hibiki-senpai messaged me,” she said, her eyes casting downward. “She told me how you’ve helped everyone… but she also mentioned the ‘Recoil’³. She said that after the treatment, people just… lose their grip.”
”Yeah.”
At this point, Hirose knew exactly where this was heading.
”Since you started this… I can’t stop thinking about it. When I’m alone, my chest feels… I feel so…”
Akira looked nothing like the “Prince” of the school now. Her face was a mask of pure, raw vulnerability.
”I know it’s wrong, but she said it was okay to want you. I want you to touch me… I want more than just the treatment!”
She hid her face in her hands, her shoulders trembling.
(I figured… well, Hibiki did text me.)
’Make Akira feel like a woman.’
Hibiki had even added a thumbs-up emoji when she sent him off. Since Hibiki wasn’t there and they couldn’t use their usual spots, he had come to Akira’s house while her family was out. The room was filled with trophies and certificates-the typical room of a star athlete.
”I’ve never felt this way about a man before… I know you and Hibiki-senpai are a couple, but since the treatment, the throbbing in my body won’t stop-!”
”If this is what you want, Akira-chan, I’m here,” Hirose said firmly.
Akira sat up, shrugging off her remaining clothes. “Then please… forget I’m the ‘Prince’. Just break me… use me…!”
Her eyes trembled, her cheeks flushed a deep rose. The athlete was gone; only a girl craving release remained. Hirose steeled himself and reached for her. As he pushed her back onto the bed, he lowered his head to her sweat-slicked skin.
”Ah!” Akira gasped.
The sensation was a lightning strike. This wasn’t a medical procedure anymore. It was a surrender. As Hirose’s tongue traced the sensitive peaks of her breasts, Akira’s head thrashed against the pillow.
(Ah, this is bad… Hirose-senpai is… my n**ipss-is this what couples do? I want him to suck them more…)
”Nn… chu, churu… You taste amazing, Akira-chan… chupa… look, it’s getting hard…”
”Ha-anh ♡ Senpai… it’s so good, I’m burning up… ah, he’s licking me…”
Hirose’s hands were steady, rolling and kneading with a practiced rhythm that left her breathless. He wasn’t the clumsy boy he used to be. He was exactly what she needed.
”Rougher! I can take it… do whatever you want!”
”If you’re sure,” Hirose muttered.
He bit down lightly on one side while pinching the other. Akira let out a sharp, melodic cry. The years of discipline and ‘self-play’ had made her a powder keg, and Hirose was the match.
”I’m going! I’m already-! My head is spinning!” she screamed, her body arching off the sheets. “Forgive me… Senpai… it’s too much! I’m c**ming!”
Her muscles spasmed violently, her skin glistening under the afternoon sun. Hirose pulled away slowly, looking down at her.
(It’s almost a shame… these I-cups will be gone soon. At least I’m the one who gets to enjoy them while they’re here.)
”Haa, haa… that was… incredible,” Akira panted. “I never knew… I want more.”
”Are you satisfied?” Hirose asked.
”No,” she said, her voice dropping an octave. “I told you to mess me up. I didn’t mean just my chest. I want… all of you.”
”You won’t regret this? I’m not a good person, Akira. I’ve been with… a lot of girls.”
”I don’t care. You’re kind to me. You actually look at me,” she said, pulling him down by the collar.
Akira straddled him, her massive breasts swaying with every movement. She reached for his belt, her eyes locked on his.
”This is the one thing I can do that no one else can,” she whispered.
She gathered her breasts together, wedging him firmly into the deep, soft valley between them. She began to move, a slow, rhythmic slide that felt like velvet.
”Akira, take it easy,” Hirose groaned.
”I want to do this. I want to show you… how much I want you.”
She moved with an athlete’s precision, her skin-on-skin friction drawing a low growl from Hirose. She used her own saliva to slick the path, her movements becoming wet and frantic.
”Guh… Akira…!”
”See? You like it,” she teased, her face inches from his. “Don’t hold back. Give it to me.”
The pressure was overwhelming. Hirose’s control snapped. He reached his limit in seconds, his body stiffening as he released.
”Kya!” Akira yelped.
The heat splattered across her stomach and heaving chest. She looked down at the white streaks, then licked a stray drop from her lip with a look of pure ecstasy.
”It’s… hot,” she whispered. “And so bitter… ♡”
”Sorry about that,” Hirose panted.
”Don’t be. I’m ready for everything you have today.”
She cleaned him up with a few quick swipes of a tissue, but noticed he wasn’t staying down for long.
”You really are a monster, aren’t you?” she giggled.
”I told you… I’m a pervert.”
”Then show me,” she said, lying back and spreading her legs. “Show me what you’re really like.”
Hirose didn’t need to be told twice. He moved between her legs, looking down at her neatly groomed center.
”You’re beautiful, Akira. Every inch of you.”
”Senpai… you’re making me blush,” she whispered, her legs trembling.
He lowered his head, his tongue finding her sensitive opening with a wet flick.
”Ah! No… Senpai, that’s-! It’s too much! You’re so hot…!”
The Recoil was in full effect now. Akira was a mess of need, her body responding to every touch with a fresh wave of fluid. Hirose didn’t stop, sucking and teasing until she was clawing at the sheets.
”I’m going again! I can’t-! Senpai, stop! No, don’t stop! I’M GOING!”
She climaxed with a jagged cry, her legs locking around his waist. As the waves receded, she looked up at him, her eyes pleading.
”Please… I want you inside. Now.”
Hirose didn’t hesitate. He guided himself in, the heat of her swallowing him whole.
”Ngh… ahhh!” Akira screamed as he filled her.
”You okay?”
”It… it feels perfect. Please, move. Take me.”
He began a steady, powerful rhythm. Her breasts bounce wildly with every thrust, the sight driving him further into the haze of lust.
”Ah! Senpai! Kiss me! Please, kiss me!”
He leaned down, capturing her lips in a messy, wet kiss. The contact was the final straw. Akira peaked again the moment their tongues met, her internal muscles clenching around him like a vice. He stayed still, letting her ride out the wave, his own breath ragged in her ear.
”More… I want more…” she whimpered against his lips.
”I’ve got you,” he whispered.
He accelerated, his hips slamming against her with a wet, rhythmic thud. Akira’s voice rose to a fever pitch, her “Prince” dignity long forgotten as she begged for him to finish.
”Senpai! I’m going! I’m going again! Give it to me! EVERYTHING!”
”I’m-I’m right there with you!”
He gave one final, deep thrust, pinning her to the bed as he released deep inside. Akira shrieked, her body vibrating with the intensity of the climax as they both collapsed into a tangled, sweaty heap.
”Haa, haa… you did great, Akira-chan,” Hirose panted, stroking her damp hair.
”Ah…”
She couldn’t even speak. But as Hirose started to shift, she tightened her grip on him. She wasn’t done yet. They spent the rest of the afternoon exploring every corner of the bed, the “Prince” finally finding her throne.
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Trivia:
- Akira’s massive I-cup size is temporary and will decrease due to the treatment.
- Hibiki explicitly sanctioned this encounter via text message.
- Akira has been ‘self-developing’ herself with adult toys (referred to as T-nny/Chiny).
- Akira is a track athlete, which explains her groom habits and muscle tone.
- The ‘Recoil’ effect is a side-effect of the Beauty Skill that heightens s*xual sensitivity
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Character Insight:
Akira shows a significant shift from a stoic, admired ‘Prince’ figure to a vulnerable girl who desires to be treated as such. Hirose exhibits a growing confidence in his role, moving away from being a ‘clumsy boy’ to an experienced partner, though he remains somewhat passive-reactive to the women’s desires.
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Behind the Scenes:
The author uses the ‘Recoil’ mechanic to bridge the gap between supernatural skill usage and adult content, maintaining the ‘nice guy’ framing of the protagonist while facilitating harem development.
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TL Notes:
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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