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"Ugh, the school festival's opening hours are already over..."

When I returned to the classroom, I was greeted by Aika, who had changed back into her school uniform instead of the maid outfit.

A dark gray skirt, a pure white blouse, and navy blue socks.

Even though I see her like this every day, after seeing her in that maid outfit, even this feels like a kind of cosplay—strange, isn't it?

"Sorry, sorry. A lot happened."

Perhaps because I came back way later than promised, Aika was pouting a little.

Originally, I was supposed to walk around the festival with her, so it's no wonder she's upset.

"You were probably having sex with Mizuki or Anna, right?"

"W-Well..."

She hit the nail on the head, leaving me at a loss for words.

Technically, my creampie sex with Mizuki and Anna-chan was something Aika had approved of, so there shouldn't have been any guilt. But after what happened with Anna-chan earlier, it felt awkward.

We decided to keep our distance for a while to avoid drowning in each other's desires.

In other words, it just proved how much we were drawn to each other.

Despite Anna-chan being only thirteen, someone else's daughter, and my own daughter's best friend, I was on the verge of loving her as a man.

And, without being conceited, she probably felt the same way.

A thirty-four-year-old salaryman, her friend's father, living in the same apartment—a Japanese man and a beautiful white girl.

Despite all these barriers, we were on the verge of becoming lovers.

But that's something that shouldn't happen.

Not just because of ethics, but especially with Aika in the picture, it felt unforgivable.

Even if we had a physical relationship, Aika was my daughter.

Maybe a daughter wouldn't normally interfere in her father's love life, but both Anna-chan and I somehow understood it was wrong.

Though I doubted this distance would last long.

After all, Anna-chan and I still lived under the same roof.

Even now, she'd be at the garbage disposal area in the morning in her usual casual clothes.

And if I opened the bookmarks on the laptop at home, I could replay videos of Anna-chan—looking far more sensual than any thirteen-year-old should—enjoying raw sex with me.

In that kind of environment, could I really resist holding Anna-chan?

Cupping those artistic F-cups from behind, slamming my hips against her mysteriously soft buttocks, thrusting my lust-filled cock into her impossibly perfect pussy, savoring the feel of her vaginal folds and the tip of her cervix—

That angelic Anna-chan, a beautiful French girl, moaning obscenely while seducing me with words like "balls" and "cum"—what man in the world could resist that?

And then there's physical compatibility.

The fit between my penis and Anna-chan's vagina was probably one in a million.

Even with the help of pills, I could ejaculate inside her nearly ten times and still stay hard.

I could fill her womb with my seed over and over.

Having sex with her felt so right, I was convinced I was born just to creampie her.

Neither Aika nor Mizuki had ever made me feel this way.

The pleasure I felt creampieing Anna-chan's cousin (eleven years old) and aunt (though she was only twenty-seven, seven years younger than me) in France was incredible, but nothing compared to the first time I broke Anna-chan's hymen.

Even that night in the park, my first time having sex, now felt like a distant memory.

Anna-chan must have felt the same.

I couldn't imagine her living without sex now.

Just as I couldn't imagine living without her tight white pussy.

In the not-too-distant future, we'd probably end up having sex again like it was the most natural thing.

So in this short time, I had to find some kind of answer.

We had to choose the best path for us.

"I already know you got caught, so don't look so guilty. It makes me think you did something really wrong, you know?"

Normally, any man would feel guilty about having raw, creampie sex with his daughter's classmate. But that sense of guilt had faded completely.

Now, having sex with Aika and the others felt completely natural.

Aika, Mizuki, and Anna-chan—all still thirteen-year-old middle schoolers.

And even Suzu-chan, an elementary schooler—I'd had raw sex with her too.

Something I couldn't have imagined just three months ago.

Who'd have thought that a virgin past thirty like me would end up having sex with such cute middle school girls almost every day?

That's why I had to cherish this environment.

A stroke of luck like this—even if I sold my soul to the devil, most people would never get it.

"Aika, could you take me to your classroom?"

"...The classroom?"

Aika gave me a puzzled look.

Her face practically screamed, Why would you want that?

By the way, according to Mizuki, Class 2-A's classroom was separate from the one where the "JC Club" event was held.

Mizuki had apparently applied for one of the larger classrooms used for joint lessons, betting that this lineup would draw a huge crowd.

And she was right—they'd probably made a killing.

But using such a big space meant the students were still busy cleaning up.

Maybe Aika wanted to say that too.

That she couldn't just leave while everyone else was cleaning.

"It's fine, it's fine. Since Anna and I pushed ahead, you haven't had a break, right? There's still time before the after-party at the gym, so go rest for a bit."

No one objected to Mizuki's suggestion.

Aika was probably one of the top contributors to the JC Club, and more importantly, no one could argue with Mizuki's visible results.

Everyone was reevaluating her—not just as some exhibitionist track girl.

They were overestimating her, though.

"But..."

Even so, Aika still seemed reluctant.

Cleaning up was part of the festival experience.

She must have felt strongly about that.

"Come on, it's fine."

Mizuki whispered something in her ear, and Aika's face turned bright red.

I could guess what it was, but I wished she'd tone it down.

"I'll make sure no one comes near the classroom. Everyone's stuff is still in the big room anyway. Heck, you can even enjoy some indoor play during the after-party if you want."

I almost protested Mizuki's whisper, but staying quiet was the smarter move.

The general viewing hours were already over since the event had ended, and as a parent, I couldn't just linger where people could see me.

It was best to take Mizuki up on her offer and stay in the classroom until the after-party.

"Let's go, Aika."

"Huh? O-Okay..."

Maybe surprised that I accepted so readily, Aika seemed a little dazed.

It had been a while since she'd seen me this proactive.

Thinking back, the only times I'd shown this much initiative toward Aika were when I first took her virginity and when I stormed the Kutsuki household.

Otherwise, it was always her leading the way when we got intimate.

"I want to see it. The place where you spend your school life."

That was the honest truth.

As her father, I couldn't help but want to know where my irreplaceable daughter spent her days and what her school life was like.

Sure, there were ulterior motives, but whether they were part of it or not, she gave me a slightly happy smile and gently took my hand.

"Starting tomorrow, there might be weird rumors at school..."

"Then don't hold my hand."

I couldn't help but smile wryly at Aika's happy expression.

Normally, second-year middle schoolers are at that age where they're disgusted by their fathers.

Holding hands in front of her classmates would definitely raise eyebrows.

"It's fine. It's a fact that I've been moaning under Dad's raw dick, right?"

"Wh—"

As always, my daughter said the most outrageous things with a straight face.

I wanted to ask what she'd do if someone overheard, but even if our relationship got exposed, she probably wouldn't waver.

Sure, it'd cause major problems in our lives, but her feelings wouldn't change.

That was Aika's pride—her identity.

"This morning, you were like a total animal, Dad."

With a somewhat happy smile, she reminded me that she'd been moaning under me just this morning.

Starting with a morning blowjob, I'd taken her from behind while she was defenseless, pounding her relentlessly.

Every time my hips slammed into her, her plump ass jiggled wildly—unbelievably lewd for a thirteen-year-old.

Despite it being morning, she moaned loudly as if announcing to the world she was being fucked, showing me a side of herself she'd never show her classmates or teachers.

Normally, even if we weren't blood-related, a father and daughter shouldn't be having sex.

I was thirty-four, an adult.

Aika was a thirteen-year-old middle schooler.

The same went for my relationships with Anna-chan and Mizuki—this wasn't something that should be allowed.

But even so, I had no intention of ending things with Aika.

You might think I'm just ruled by my lower half, but our relationship couldn't exist without sex.

If I stopped having sex with Mizuki, we could still maintain something like a neighborly friendship—a thirty-four-year-old and a thirteen-year-old.

With Anna-chan, it was different.

With her, sex was almost everything.

The only problem was the romantic feelings lurking beyond that.

In a way, just like our first meeting, our relationship had always been maintained through physical intimacy.

If you took sex out of my relationship with Anna-chan, nothing would remain.

At least at this stage, I was sure of that.

But what about Aika?

Our first meeting was sexual too.

I'd been asked by a stranger—Aika—to have sex for ¥100,000, and in my desperation, I'd agreed.

And Aika, having abandoned the Kutsuki household and spent nights in the park, must have been just as desperate.

Two people at their lowest.

Despite the nearly twenty-year age gap, our inner turmoil was the same.

That's why, even though it was both our first times, we could lose ourselves in such incredible pleasure.

Some might call it coincidence.

But to us, it was fate.

Rare as our case might be, the same thing was probably happening all over the world.

Yes—it was fate.

God was telling me to save Aika.

That's why sex was essential to our relationship.

Without shame, I could declare that our sex was about saving each other.

We saved each other.

With our body heat, our fluids, our tears, our genitals—we comforted each other.

It wasn't just physical.

Nor was it just emotional.

The two were inseparable, deeply intertwined.

When Aika and I joined our bodies, we joined our hearts too.

That was the fundamental difference.

That's why I distanced myself from Anna-chan—to protect what I had with Aika.

Even now, Aika was still my priority.

"This is our classroom. Not that it's any different from a normal classroom."

The Class 2-A classroom Aika led me to was, as she said, utterly ordinary.

The desk arrangement, the blackboard size, the basic layout—it was no different from the middle school I'd attended.

That said, little details like the notes on the bulletin board or the personal items in the desks gave the room its own character.

Unlike the bustling event hall, this place was dead silent.

It felt like an empty classroom after school, but with the festival cleanup still underway, students were scattered everywhere.

If anything, this classroom was tucked away, so there were fewer people around.

At least, I couldn't sense anyone within thirty meters.

The second-floor classrooms had lighter exhibits, so cleanup was probably already done.

Classes that finished were supposed to head to the gym for the after-party.

In short, we were alone in the classroom.

And likely would be for a while.

"Takes me back. My middle school classroom was like this too."

I looked around nostalgically.

Maybe because I was an adult now, the room felt a little smaller.

The desks and chairs seemed slightly undersized, and the aisles felt narrower.

The sight of neatly arranged desks brought back fragmented memories from over twenty years ago.

Guess that's what it means to grow up.

"The desks are paired boy-girl, huh?"

The seating arrangement had boys and girls sharing two desks pushed together.

I was pretty sure it was the same back in my day—back then, we'd get stupidly excited or disappointed over who we sat next to.

"Which one's your desk?"

When I asked, Aika pointed to one near the middle.

From that position, every boy in the rows behind would have a clear view of her.

Call it parental bias, but Aika was cute and had a great figure.

Middle school boys haven't changed—they'd stare at the cute or well-endowed girls, burning every little detail into their minds for later fantasies.

Aika had probably starred in plenty of those.

"Having fun at school?"

"...Yeah. The girls and guys are all nice. It feels like I can be a normal middle school girl."

A normal middle school girl.

Before transferring here, Aika had attended Kamisawa, a prestigious girls' school.

I still didn't know what the Kutsuki family did, but she'd definitely been an ojou-sama.

That must have put up walls between her and her classmates.

Aika wasn't one to mince words, so maybe she never fit in with that crowd.

"I'm glad. I'm really glad we got you into this school."

Since coming here, Aika had changed for the better.

When we first met, under the pale park lights, she'd seemed almost ethereal—lonely.

But after transferring, making friends like Mizuki and Anna-chan, her life had completely transformed.

"I'm grateful, you know? If I hadn't met you that day, I might've ended up selling myself to some stranger, just scraping by."

Aika was smart and beautiful.

I wanted to believe she'd have been fine without me, but realistically, a thirteen-year-old alone had few options.

If she hadn't returned to the Kutsuki household or gone to a children's home, that might've been her future.

Thinking about it, human connections are terrifying.

If we hadn't met, Aika wouldn't be living at Sazanami-so, wouldn't have met Mizuki or Anna-chan.

Mizuki, Anna-chan, even Suzu-chan—without me, they'd still have their virginity.

The guilt was overwhelming, but I had to believe I'd made the right choice.

Taking four girls' virginity—some still in elementary school—was inexcusable, but if I didn't believe in my path, I couldn't move forward.

No use crying over spilled milk.

I couldn't keep staring at the flags of regret planted behind me.

Just like how I'd bounced back from my work failure that day, human connections had that power.

"Wasn't I just some stranger too?"

In the end, I'd bought Aika for ¥100,000—just like any other man would.

"I've said it before—that's not true. I'd want my first time to be with someone kind. And besides..."

Hesitating, she looked down.

But then, as if steeling herself, she met my eyes.

Unintentionally, it came off as an upward glance, and my heart skipped a beat.

Over these months, Aika had matured so much.

The blush on her cheeks wasn't just from the sunset streaming through the windows.

"—That day, you looked kinda... cute."

"Huh?"

The unexpected word left me speechless.

Cute?

A thirty-four-year-old man?

"I'm not joking. Back then, you looked like a puppy scolded by its owner. I wondered how I could cheer you up... and before I knew it, I'd called out to you."

That day, I'd messed up badly at work—a rookie mistake—and been chewed out by my boss.

I'd even considered quitting.

I'd been depressed, sure, but I never thought Aika had seen me like that.

"I thought, 'This person's just like me.' But I didn't know how to comfort an adult man, so I took a shot and asked you to sleep with me. But that would've made me seem like a slut, right? So to hide my embarrassment, I asked for money too, but..."

The shocking confession left me stunned.

That day, Aika hadn't been sending an SOS—she'd been responding to mine.

She'd seen a thirty-four-year-old man at his lowest and reached out.

Of course, her own SOS had been part of it.

Calling out to a stranger in a deserted park at night was insanely risky.

But from her perspective, I'd been the one who needed saving.

Without realizing it, I'd been exhausted—physically and mentally.

"There was a joke in it too, you know? Normally, adult men wouldn't lust after a middle schooler's body, right? But luckily, you had... those tendencies..."

Aika averted her eyes, slightly embarrassed.

She didn't say it outright, but it was basically, Dad, you're a lolicon, aren't you?

Her face was bright red, and honestly, this hit harder than when Suzu-chan had called me a lolicon while begging for my cock.

Given that I'd had raw sex with a fifth-grader, I couldn't deny having a Lolita complex.

No matter how mature her body was, she was still a backpack-toting elementary schooler.

"D-Don't look so embarrassed! If you weren't a lolicon, we wouldn't have had sex!"

Now it was outright stated.

And she was grateful for it.

If a middle school girl wanted to sleep with an adult man but he wasn't interested, that'd be the end of it.

Japanese men might have a reputation for lolicon tendencies, but not everyone's into that.

Most girls would just resent their budding breasts or growing hips and give up.

But Aika had been celebrated for hers.

Though, to be fair, her body had never looked thirteen.

"I was scared at first, but you were so gentle. And once my body got used to it, you went wild. Guys might not get it, but girls love it when the person they like needs them like that."

It wasn't about being promiscuous—that's just how it was.

Middle school girls with complexes about adult women probably do feel validated when a man chooses them over someone older.

Like Anna-chan, Aika had masochistic tendencies.

Being completely dominated by an adult man must have given her stability.

"So thank you for taking me. If we hadn't slept together that night, I wouldn't be who I am now."

It was an embarrassing confession.

More than being raised by me, Aika was grateful I'd slept with her.

During sex, there's a giver and a receiver, but men and women are always equals.

Because we're equals, we expose our most shameful parts—and then go even further.

It all makes sense—I finally understood what that phrase meant.

She'd been searching for someone who could understand her as an equal.

That's why she hadn't chosen the children's home—the practical option—or returned to the Kutsuki household.

Aika and I were equals.

Because our relationship began with sex.

"Mmm—"

Without thinking, we kissed.

First just lips touching.

Then tongues intertwining.

Finally, a deep, messy exchange of saliva.

That it was a school classroom no longer mattered.

I wanted Aika.

I wanted to be one with her.

That was all that filled my mind.

"Just like that night..."

With a bridge of saliva between our tongues, Aika smiled seductively.

The setting was different, but me in a suit and her in uniform—clothed yet desperate—mirrored that night in the park.

"That was my first kiss, you know?"

She looked into my eyes, slightly shy.

I couldn't remember when we'd first kissed, but since it was my first too, it had to have been special.

"Getting a first handjob before a first kiss—Aika, you're so lewd."

Teasing her made her face turn crimson.

That night, our encounter had started with Aika giving me a handjob.

After rubbing my crotch over my pants, she'd unzipped me, taken out my erection, and clumsily sucked it.

"That was... because your dick was so impressive."

She'd wanted to suck it, she claimed.

But that was probably an excuse.

As a virgin, she wouldn't have known how I measured up.

And my size is average—hence Anna-chan's shock during that video chat with the (presumably) well-endowed foreigner.

It wasn't about comparison—just that her first erect penis had exceeded expectations.

Aika was smart but not that knowledgeable.

Unlike Suzu-chan, she hadn't studied up on sex.

In that sense, she'd been pure.

Going off hearsay to give me head must've been tough, but whether it was physical compatibility or my own inexperience, her technique that night had felt unbelievably good.

Maybe even better than sex with Anna-chan.

"Think you could service me like that again?"

Trusting Mizuki's promise to keep everyone away, I'd fully switched to lust mode.

Aika kept glancing at the door, but once she realized no one was coming, she knelt before me.

"You're already hard...?"

Kneeling on the classroom floor, she looked up at me, exasperated.

My full erection wasn't just from her kiss—she'd been teasing my glans with her fingertips the whole time.

After daily sex, Aika had learned.

She knew how to get me inside her faster, using her free hands to hit all the right spots.

Her expertise in glans play, nipple play, and even rimming was all thanks to Mizuki.

Left to her own devices, she'd have stuck to vanilla.

"You like it hard, right?"

"Well... I prefer hard over soft, but..."

She admitted it outright.

This unashamed honesty was so her.

"Taking it out now."

After announcing it, she unzipped me.

My fully erect penis sprang free, shamelessly exposing its head and veins right in front of her face.

"Wow... we're at school, you know?"

As she said, I was harder than ever.

Exposing myself in my daughter's classroom—the taboo was electrifying.

Just like our first meeting.

Back then, the thrill of exposing myself outdoors had been undeniable.

And in front of a middle school girl, no less.

Even if I weren't an exhibitionist, I'd have been turned on.

Because Aika was beautiful.

"You're no different. About to suck dick in the classroom where you study with your classmates."

She didn't deny it.

Just like that night, she slowly took my erection into her mouth.

"Ngh..."

The warm, wet sensation enveloped me, sending jolts of pleasure up my spine.

Even though I got blowjobs regularly, the classroom setting amplified everything.

Tucking her bangs behind her ears, her lips stretched around me—everything was sexier than before.

"Feels good...?"

Continuing her ministrations, she'd improved dramatically.

Tonguing the underside, stroking me with her fingers—nothing like the amateur from months ago.

Soon, her free hand slipped into my pants, teasing my asshole.

She knew exactly what got me off.

The lewd sounds of saliva filled the empty room.

Compared to her inexperienced self, her technique was night and day.

Like she'd been trained by a pro, she worked me perfectly.

"How does it feel? Getting your dick sucked in your daughter's classroom?"

While still stimulating my ass and cock, she licked the space between my shaft and glans, smirking.

Where had she learned this?

Lately, she'd been showing this dominant side—like an older sister scolding me.

If I backed down now, I'd awaken something in myself.

And if I turned submissive, she'd become my dominatrix.

"Feels amazing. Your tongue is incredible."

I matched her straightforwardly.

Letting her win here would be bad.

If I embraced my submissive side, Aika would become my queen.

"Really?"

Pleased by my praise, she kept stroking while now licking my asshole.

Seated at her desk, I was now getting rimmed in my daughter's classroom.

With my legs raised, I must've looked pathetic—but the pleasure was worth it.

That "unclean" hole being lavished with attention—unless you've experienced it, you wouldn't understand.

It wasn't just licking—it was like being penetrated.

When I consciously relaxed, her tongue delved deeper.

At this point, it was as far as it could go.

For the uninitiated, the asshole is very much an erogenous zone.

Even solo play can feel good, but a beautiful girl licking you there?

Unreal.

Mizuki had taught her this too.

Somehow, Mizuki had instantly pinpointed my weak spots and gone for them without hesitation.

And now Aika had inherited that.

Suzu-chan was also weirdly good at rimming—she'd even said she enjoyed it.

What kind of world lets an elementary schooler like licking a grown man's ass?

But as I pondered society's collapse, Aika's perverted acts had me surrendering completely.

"Dad, you like your nipples played with too, right?"

Freeing a hand, she pinched one.

The jolts of pleasure were overwhelming.

A triple assault—cock, ass, and nipples—was acrobatic, but Aika had mastered it.

"Close already? You lasted longer before."

"Before" probably meant our park encounter.

Thinking the ¥100,000 only covered one orgasm, I'd fought hard not to cum from her first blowjob.

But Aika wasn't the same girl anymore.

She knew all my weak spots now.

If she went all out, she could make me cum.

"Can't help it. This feels too good."

Pinned beneath her, I barely maintained any paternal dignity (if any remained) as I warned her.

Like this, I wouldn't last three minutes.

"A father getting his asshole licked and dick sucked by his daughter in her classroom—pretty sure you're the first."

Not mocking, but happy, she said it.

We were that kind of perverted father-daughter pair.

That's why we were doing this here.

"Go ahead... cum in my mouth."

When dirty-talking, Aika blushed slightly.

But she'd gotten much more open—probably Anna-chan's influence.

Despite her looks, Anna-chan loved dirty talk during sex.

She knew it amplified pleasure.

"Yeah... that's it, Aika..."

As she slurped noisily, she looked less like a middle schooler and more like a prostitute.

But saying that would hurt her pride, so I kept quiet.

"God, Aika—!"

Her mouth felt just like a pussy.

Her tongue and palate gripped me like inner walls, her saliva the perfect lube.

Smoother than lube, more intense than a fleshlight—her mouth milked me.

It was like my entire body was my dick.

Pleasure surged through me equally, despite only my cock being pleasured.

When a flash of ecstasy shot through me, I felt the connection between brain and penis.

"I'm gonna cum! Aika!"

Loud enough to echo, I warned her.

Taking the cue, she redoubled her efforts.

She knew exactly how to push me over the edge.

"Ahh! Cumming!"

"Mmm—!!"

Despite having creampied Anna-chan earlier, an unbelievable amount shot into Aika's mouth.

The sensation of semen rushing up my urethra and bursting out—any guy knows that pleasure.

Right now, I felt it tenfold.

Comparable only to that weekend with Anna-chan (see the side story).

"Tha's a lo' (That's a lot)..."

Mouth full, her eyes widened cutely.

The cum dripping from her lips was obscene.

Lately, she'd taken to savoring it—rolling it on her tongue before swallowing.

Mizuki, Anna-chan, and Suzu-chan had all said they were addicted to my cum's taste.

Maybe there was something special in it.

Not that I'd ever check.

"Mmm—"

After nearly two minutes, she swallowed.

The gulp was audible.

According to the girls, my cum went down smooth—sassy praise from kids who couldn't even drink beer.

"Next... what was it again?"

Only then did I realize she was reenacting that night.

Back then, I'd had her blow me on a park bench.

We hadn't gone as far as swallowing, but the sequence was the same.

"Like this, right?"

"Eep!"

Still in position, I grabbed her under the arms and lifted.

Middle schoolers aren't light, but Aika's slim frame (with just enough curves) made it easy to seat her on my lap.

"Remember?"

She nodded silently.

That night, she'd straddled me fully clothed.

Rubbed her panties against me, then kissed me deeply.

"Mmm... mmm..."

Her moans and the wet sounds of our kissing filled the room.

As our tongues tangled, my renewed erection pressed against her clothed slit.

"Ah..."

Mid-kiss, I unbuttoned her blouse.

She must've remembered—under the dim streetlights, she'd bared herself bit by bit.

Coincidentally, she wore the same black bra today.

The blindingly white valley between them, the plump swell—unbelievable for a middle schooler.

The scenario mirrored that night, but something felt different.

"Your chest... grew?"

It seemed fuller now.

Back then, she'd already been an E-cup—unheard of at thirteen.

But now, they rivaled Anna-chan's F-cups.

"I told you I was almost an F... and they've gotten bigger since..."

Embarrassed, she hid them with her arms—which only emphasized them more.

"You don't like them big?"

"It's not that... it's just hard. The boys in class, even the male teachers, stare all the time..."

As her father and lover, I should've been outraged.

But honestly?

I got it.

Middle school boys are animals.

Tossing D-, E-, and F-cup beauties into that mix?

Of course they'd stare.

If anything, having Anna-chan and Mizuki around spread the attention—Aika was lucky.

"Even though I'm complaining..."

Catching my thoughts, she pouted.

It felt like a real father-daughter moment, warming my heart despite the setting.

"But only one person gets to see this far."

"Ah—"

With practiced ease, I unhooked her bra.

Her now-F-cup breasts bounced free.

Perfectly round, defying gravity, with flawless pink areolas and perky nipples.

No matter how risqué her swimsuits, only I got to see these.

A privilege granted to no one else in the world.

Only I could roll Aika's nipples on my tongue.

"Ahhn—"

At F-cup, the feel was different.

Similar in size to Anna-chan's, but where hers were firm and bouncy, Aika's were soft.

Suzu-chan's, still developing, had a different charm—more for admiring than groping.

But all were perfect.

That impossible softness.

The sensual curves.

The way they jiggled with every movement.

The unique appeal of growing breasts.

And most of all—their adult nipples on young bodies.

Suzu-chan's were smaller but proportionally mature.

Kids with women's bodies—their greatest allure.

"Ahh! Not there...!"

Her panties pushed aside, her slit glistened.

Despite all the sex, it still looked virginal.

Only when spread did her lewd inner lips show.

Pink and pristine, yet well-used.

"Going in."

Without waiting, I thrust inside.

The instant pleasure overwhelmed me.

Her pussy melted around me.

Looking back, losing my virginity to a middle schooler was insane.

But back then, I'd had no restraint.

Thirty-four years without sex—who'd have thought my first would be a beautiful schoolgirl?

"Dad!! So good!!"

Maybe the classroom turned her on, but she rode me hard.

Each thrust made her cervix kiss my tip—bliss.

Aika's pussy was magical.

Despite all the raw sex, her tightness hadn't changed—only her sensitivity had improved.

Back then, she'd only cum two or three times before I finished.

Now?

Five or six at least.

"Ahh! So good! Dad's raw cock is so good!!"

My daughter was becoming insatiable.

Since moving in together, she'd demanded me more.

Maybe I'd cut back with Anna-chan and Mizuki, but on days off, she'd ride me all day.

"Fucking your dad in class! Your wet pussy raping his hard cock!!"

Her hair wild, her hips grinding—she looked just like Anna-chan at her peak.

Biologically, female arousal far exceeds male.

Males must stay alert even during sex—females can lose themselves completely.

Some say their pleasure is ten times more intense.

"Even though you're my dad!! Why does your cock feel this good!? Why does my pussy feel this good!?"

It was almost like regression.

Like Aika was channeling all her security needs into sexual pleasure.

"Cumming, Aika..."

To calm her, I kissed her gently.

But my hips never stopped.

I was guiding her to the peak.

"Ahh! Cumming!! Your raw cock's making me cum!!"

"Me too, Aika!!"

"Ahhn!!"

Aika's upper body trembled slightly, and the once-frantic movement of her hips came to a halt.

This time, I poured every last drop of my essence deep inside her.

"Haah… haah…"

Perhaps aware of just how unusual this play was, Aika was left breathless.

I, too, was nearing my limit—but to recreate that moment, I couldn't stop now.

"Eh? Dad, wait—"

Just as she came to her senses after climaxing, I dragged Aika back into the depraved scenario.

The same actions as before.

That's right—despite being in a classroom, I stripped Aika completely naked.

Her blouse, skirt, panties, bra, even her socks—I tore them all off, leaving her bare.

Some might argue that partial clothing is more erotic than full nudity, but that's nonsense.

Aika was more beautiful naked than anyone else.

Her slender, long legs.

The sinful curves of her hips.

Her slightly parted, pale peach-colored pussy.

A waist so narrow it was hard to believe she was a middle schooler.

Her plump, rounded breasts.

The alluring prominence of her collarbone.

The valley between her breasts, barely hidden by her long hair.

Every inch of her was perfect.

"Stay facing backward and put your hands on your desk."

Though she resisted slightly, she obeyed, bending over and bracing herself against her desk.

Even for her age, her height barely cleared 150 cm. Small in stature, she was still very much a child.

"Ahh…!"

With my cock hard once more, I thrust into Aika from behind.

Her well-stretched pussy easily swallowed my throbbing length.

The wet, obscene sounds of our coupling filled the air.

"We're connected now. Can you feel it, Aika?"

"I can… Dad… Your tip is knocking against my cervix…"

Though we were in a standing position, I remained still—this time, it was Aika who moved her hips.

The ultimate act of submission.

"Find the spot that feels best for you."

"Ahh… It's amazing…"

Like teaching a child a sport, I guided her through the motions.

Obediently, Aika alternated between shallow and deep thrusts, targeting her G-spot and cervix with precision.

This was her sweet spot.

With this rhythm—sometimes steady, sometimes erratic—she could reach climax effortlessly.

Not even Anna or Mizuki knew this.

It was a secret only I possessed.

"If your classmates walked in right now, could you stop?"

I posed a deliberately cruel question.

Logically, the answer should be yes. Even if we stopped mid-act, we'd still be caught in the act—but at least she wouldn't be seen in the worst possible state.

"Stop? No way… If we stopped now, even you wouldn't forgive me, right?"

Still rocking her hips slowly, Aika responded with unexpected boldness.

"Not forgive you? What would you do?"

I already knew there was no real answer, but I pressed on.

Even if she didn't forgive me, all I had to do was stop thrusting. She couldn't resist.

"If it was a boy… I'd beg him to fuck me too."

"Wh—"

An answer I never saw coming.

Surely she wouldn't actually do that—but for a moment, I imagined it.

"I'm more popular than I look. If I begged them to take me like this, most of the boys would do it."

Not most—all of them.

Whether they had girlfriends or were shy, if a naked Aika offered herself, they'd all cave.

"Would you be okay with that, Dad? Letting other boys have me? Because if they did… I'd definitely enjoy it—Ahhn!"

I knew it was a taunt, but I couldn't hold back—I slammed into her.

Instantly, her confident tone shattered into desperate moans. Just an act, after all.

"W-Wait, Dad! I was just joking!"

Pounded from behind, Aika writhed and resisted. Her body couldn't keep up with the sudden pleasure.

"Joking? You're my onahole. Mine alone."

Even I knew how harsh that sounded. Treating a girl like a toy was something I'd only do with Anna (and only because she wanted it).

"Ahh! Yes! I've always wanted you to say that!"

Arms pinned, completely helpless, Aika gasped out words I never expected.

Even as I hammered into her, I pressed further.

"You like being called an onahole?"

"I love it! I want to be your pussy slave forever!"

Watching her ass jiggle with each thrust, I wondered—was she like Anna? Did she crave being treated like an object?

"I—I can't live without you, Dad! If you weren't here… I'd die!"

Her words thrilled me as both a father and a man—but the line between this and Anna's codependency blurred in my mind.

I couldn't stop now. If I faltered, I might lose my erection entirely.

So, just as I had with Anna, I pushed further.

"Then say it! Swear you'll be my pussy slave forever!"

I pistoned into her with enough force to make her legs spasm. Each thrust made her clench tighter—she'd never been this aroused before.

"I swear! Just… stay with me…!"

Tears and drool ruined her face as she screamed with all her might.

I, too, summoned my last strength for the final stretch.

"I—Kutsuki Aika—am Dad's loyal pussy slave! For the rest of my life, I'll milk every drop of cum from his cock with this filthy pussy!"

"Dirtier! Make Anna jealous!"

"Okay! Aika… can't live without Dad's hard cock! I'm a perverted girl who needs to be fucked all day long!"

"More!"

"Ahh, it's so good! Why does it feel this good!? If this keeps up… I'll become a total sex addict!"

"I can't live without Dad's cum! I can't live without Dad's cock! I was born just to be bred by a strong man!"

"Ahh, no! I'm—I'm coming again! Getting creampied in classroo—dribbling like a slut!"

"So much drool… so much juice. You really love my cock, huh?"

"Love it! Love it, love it! Can't live without Daddy's cock! Want to stay like this forever, cumming on your dick!"

This was a side of Aika I'd never seen.

A sex maniac surpassing even Anna.

Unrecognizable from the pure, graceful girl she usually was—now just a cock-crazed slut.

"Ahh, so good! Cumming again! Getting railed from behind in class!"

"Ahh, cumming cumming cumming! Dad's cum's gonna make me pass out!"

"Cock's so good! Nothing beats raw cock! Just use me as your onahole! Fuck this pussy all you want!"

"Ahh, cumming again! Lost count! My whole body's just a pussy and clit now!"

"So good! So good! Dad's lolicon cock's the best! ————"

After that, my memory blurred.

Our plans to leave during the festival vanished—instead, we spent the night fucking like animals in a storage shed.

Had her inhibitions shattered?

I didn't know if such a thing was possible, but Aika had lost all reason.

Shedding her self-restraint had multiplied her pleasure beyond measure.

Anna was the same. Breaking the rule of calling me Dad, screaming I love you as Hiroichirou—even livestreaming it.

The pleasure she gained was unimaginable.

And I—I'd indulged in dangerous desires, defiling a thirteen-year-old French girl.

Maybe Aika understood, too.

"...Dad. What's… wrong with me? How could I lose control like that? I can't even believe myself…"

She seemed lost, shaken by her own depravity—no, depravity didn't even cover it.

Was this her true nature? The thought didn't sit right with her.

Today's Aika was nothing like her usual self.

"It's fine. Everyone loses control sometimes."

"...Really? But that was beyond just—"

She bit back a forbidden word, as if speaking it would make the horror real.

"...Do you and Anna always go that hard?"

"Make Anna jealous."

I knew that was a misstep.

Aika didn't know—or didn't want to know—how Anna and I fucked. She never watched me with other girls.

"Anna's greedy for pleasure. We go that hard all the time."

A lie.

Even Anna didn't lose herself that much.

This was closer to drug-fueled sex.

I'd never seen it myself, but this must be how addicts acted—completely unrestrained.

"...Then, I guess it's okay."

Still uneasy, Aika let me hold her—but her fear lingered.

What had happened to her?

In the end, I never found out.

And before I knew it, that day arrived.

The day fate tore Aika from my arms—forever.

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