Tokyo Psychic

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He lowered his head and kissed the lips of the girl who had been waiting.

Wakaba Mutsu closed her eyes slowly, following her instincts to kiss Kurusu Akira.

The moment their lips parted, she could feel Akira Kuriki stealing her saliva... Wakaba Muku felt as if a fire was burning inside her body, and something solid was melting and turning into a scalding liquid that flowed out of her abdomen.

"Xiao Mu's place is all ready."

Akira Kurusu's index finger traced down Wakaba Mutsumi's flat, white abdomen, and the girl's breathing became rapid instantly, as her beautifully shaped abdomen, honed by years of physical training and ballet classes, trembled slightly.

Then, her straight back slowly arched, as if in fear of Akira's touch.

Lying on Wakaba Mutsu's lap, Toyokawa Shoko could clearly feel the changes in her childhood friend.

Even when she was almost unable to think, Toyokawa Shoko still subconsciously put herself in Wakaba Mutsumi's shoes, worrying that she might get hurt...

When Toyokawa Shoko opened her eyes, she only saw that Wakaba Mutsu's lowered face was covered with a blush, and her watery, light golden eyes were filled with a fragility that Toyokawa Shoko had never seen before. That instantaneous display of charm made even Toyokawa Shoko, who was of the same sex, feel swayed.

But soon, the feeling of being stretched and filled deep inside her body quickly pulled her thoughts back to the process of sex.

As if sensing Toyokawa Shoko's unusual behavior, Wakaba Mutsu instinctively hugged the girl in his arms.

Being embraced and watched by your childhood sweetheart while making love with your boyfriend—the shame is almost beyond words.

"Please be gentle, my stomach hurts so much..." Toyokawa Shoko kept her eyes tightly closed, not daring to face Wakaba Mutsu's gaze, and kept begging Kurusu Akira for mercy.

The accumulating pleasure overwhelmed the pain of her first experience. As she reached a certain peak, Toyokawa Shoko nervously gripped Wakaba Mutsu's hands, but her thoughts drifted away. All she could do was grit her teeth, let out a muffled groan, and gasp for breath.

Ruoye Mu stared blankly at her childhood sweetheart, whose face was flushed and alluring, her thighs trembling involuntarily. Then she felt an indescribable emptiness, shyness, nervousness, anticipation... all sorts of complex emotions intertwined and crashed into her heart like a tide.

Akira Kurusu embraced Toyokawa Shoko's trembling waist, carried the almost unconscious girl to her side, and then tenderly covered her with a blanket.

At this moment, only Ruoye Mu remained kneeling, and the wet sheet could be clearly seen deep inside her slightly parted legs.

If Ye Mu was already used to being admired and even having her body played with by Kurusu Akira, but unlike her usual shyness and reserve as a young girl, which caused her to resist slightly, she just looked at the boy in front of her at this moment, slightly opening her thin lips but not knowing what to say.

She would kiss Akira Kurusu whenever he approached, even taking the initiative to do so.

Without realizing it, she wrapped her arms around the boy in front of her. When the kiss ended, Ruoye Mu leaned in again as if yearning for something more.

"Little Mutsu already really wants it, doesn't she?" Akira Kurusu teased Mutsu Wakaba about her greedy and demanding nature.

If Ye Mu trembled violently as if waking from a dream, she would be filled with shame and embarrassment.

"I...I'm not a bad kid."

"Xiao Mu is definitely not a bad child."

"But...the body just..."

"Because I've been helping Xiao Mu adapt to the rhythm of those bad things all this time. Although Xiao Mu doesn't understand anything, she's almost gotten used to doing bad things... If Xiao Mu is troubled by this, of course she can complain to me."

“Complain?...No, I won’t.” Wakaba Mutsu stammered, her wet eyes looking like they were about to burst into tears.

She explained, bewildered, "I'm just... afraid of becoming a bad kid."

Why did they become bad kids?

"Because...this is something good children shouldn't do."

"But Xiao Mu is my wife now."

"Wife..." Ruoye Mu murmured the word, feeling as if the flames inside her body were about to scorch her skin and muscles, with scalding hot substances constantly flowing out, making her whole body terribly hot.

"So... if you feel happy doing lewd things with Ren, is that actually proof that you're a good child?"

"Of course."

"Because...because Xiaomu is Lian's wife, right?"

"Ah."

After a brief promise, Wakaba Mutsu let the boy in front of her pick her up.

Unlike Toyokawa Shoko's symbolic resistance.

Wakaba Mutsu was caught completely off guard when Kurusu Akira spread her legs apart.

"Xiao Mu is so thin..." Lai Qixiao played with the girl's naked, fair body, which looked like mutton fat jade. When she unconsciously groaned and murmured incoherently, he lowered his head and kissed her lips again.

The index and middle fingers of his right hand teased the girl's already soaking wet labia, scraping her most sensitive areas.

"If Mutsu were touched here, she would feel very comfortable, right?" This was a question that Mutsu had already explored during the training camp to find out all the sensitive spots on her body.

"Ugh..." The girl bit her lip, trying hard to refuse to admit to something so shameful.

"It will hurt a little bit next, Xiao Mu, you have to bear with it."

The girl remained silent, but her warm gaze conveyed to the boy before her that she was fully prepared.

Then, Akira Kurusu entered Mutsu Wakaba's body.

The moment a virgin is taken away, the most vulnerable part of the body is injured, and there is a vague sense of panic as if one has been penetrated.

Even though it would aggravate her wound and cause her even more intense pain, Ruoye Mu couldn't help but hug Laixi Xiao tightly, trying to press her whole body against him, feeling the body temperature and firm muscle contours of the boy she liked in front of her, as if only in this way could she feel a little safe.

Before her virginity was taken, Wakaba Mutsu's body had already been thoroughly trained to be extremely sensitive, and she could easily be brought to orgasm by Kurusu Akira using her fingers or simple toys.

Now that she's actually experiencing pleasure between a man and a woman, she almost reaches orgasm very easily.

Then the uterus descended on its own, making a passionate demand of Akira Kurusu.

"My stomach feels so sore and painful..." Wakaba Mutsu murmured, her voice trembling with tears, as if seeking comfort from Kurusu Akira, and hugged him tightly.

Lai Xixiao stroked the girl's long hair and patted her back, "Xiao Mu, can you bear with it a little longer?"

As he said this, he suddenly increased the intensity and speed.

The girl in his arms was so well-behaved that she didn't let out a single cry or groan. Her little hands, which were holding Lai Xixiao tightly, were clenched into fists because of her nervousness.

After a long while, the clenched fist gradually loosened and then lay flat on Akira Kurusu's back. The girl's body gradually rose and fell with Akira Kurusu's rhythm, and she even actively cooperated by slightly moving her slender waist.

"Are you still feeling unwell?"

Faced with Akira Kurusu's concern, Mutsuka Wakaba was speechless.

With her eyes tightly closed, she felt the intense pleasure of climaxing and welcoming the next one, as if her consciousness had completely flown away, leaving only instinctive desires to drive this body that had become easily accustomed to eroticism.

Ruoye Mu's chest heaved with her heavy breathing, and with each climax, she opened her mouth wide, screaming like a drowning person. But such screams were ultimately silent; her eyes widened, and her body, curled up in Kurusu Akira's arms, trembled uncontrollably.

But before the climax had even passed, Akira Kurusu disregarded the girl's feelings and began another round of exploration.

The girl didn't know how to beg for mercy; she just endured it all.

Perhaps because her cervix was congested and swollen from the impact, the continuous orgasms cast a shadow over the girl's mind.

Finally, Wakaba Mutsai let out a suppressed sob, and tears fell little by little.

Akira Kurusu quickly stopped what she was doing, but was immediately hugged by the teary-eyed Mutsu Wakaba.

Even though her stomach was already aching terribly, she still craved the feeling of happiness and security of being completely filled.

She seemed to have overlooked whether she could actually handle such intense sex, and silently begged Lai Qixiao to do it again with the opening and closing of her lips.

Akira Kurusu brushed aside the sweat-dampened hair on Mutsu Wakaba's forehead. "If you keep doing this, Mutsu will really get hurt."

Ruo Ye Mu is too obedient and sensible. As long as it's Lai Qi Xiao, she will try her best to accept it no matter what.

She simply nestled limply against Akira Kurusu's shoulder, her burning cheek pressed against his. Even Wakaba Mutsumi, who was usually the least adept at expressing her thoughts, could now say in a soft, almost coquettish voice, "I love Ren the most..."

Hearing the girl in his arms confess her love, Lai Qixiao hugged her delicate body tightly, which was so slender it was heartbreaking. "Xiao Mu, leave your future to me."

"Um......"

The girl straightened her aching, almost numb back, held onto Lai Xixiao's shoulders, and then took the initiative to kiss the corner of his mouth.

......

My phone alarm went off right on time at 7:30 a.m.

Akira tried to get up, but was held down by the two girls hanging on her and could not move.

Last night, Akira Kurusu, who had been bragging to Grandpa Toyokawa about being on time for school, looked at Shoko Toyokawa and Mutsuka Wakaba naked in bed, and their tired yet peaceful sleeping faces. All the thoughts she had about pretending to be a model student vanished instantly.

How should I describe my feelings last night? Lai Xixiao's emotions were a bit complicated. While she felt wonderful and satisfied, she also felt a strong sense of responsibility.

Unlike An and Subaru, who were close to each other at that time, both Wakaba Mutsu and Toyokawa Shoko had suffered very serious blows in their family and life circumstances, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that they were "lacking love".

These two girls probably placed him in a series of roles simultaneously, including "close friend with whom one can talk about anything," "strict and reliable father," "steady teacher," "indispensable psychological support," "idol whom one admires and worships," and "partner with whom one entrusts one's love."

But Akira Kurusu actually fulfilled their expectations and desires perfectly.

It's no wonder it's called "half-body"—even the shape of the inner emptiness is exactly the same.

Lai Qixiao sometimes felt like a piece of clay; no matter what kind of holes these young girls had in their hearts, he could knead himself and fill them in.

Of course, the cost is also obvious...

The feelings that Wakaba Mutsu and Toyokawa Shoko had for him went beyond simple romance; they even rose to the level of emotional attachment related to a series of pathological conditions.

Having developed their relationship to this extent means that Akira Kurusu will need to pay even more attention to time management in the future...

Thinking this, Akira reached out and played with the long hair by Wakaba Mutsu's ear. This child almost perfectly matched all the interpretations of words like "well-behaved" and "sensible" in his mind.

Even though she was so shy that she didn't know what to do, she still obediently lay in his arms, letting him do whatever he wanted with her.

Even when she finally broke through that defense, Ruoye Mu was trembling with fear, yet she silently accepted Laixi Xiao's take without uttering a sound, even as tears streamed down her face from the pain.

In contrast, Toyokawa Shoko's reaction was much more intense.

While she was crying and struggling to escape, when Wakaba Mutsu held her shoulders, under that slightly coercive suppression, the young lady of the Toyokawa family quickly softened her attitude and just kept begging for mercy.

Later, she didn't even dare to beg for mercy anymore. She buried her face in the pillow and occasionally sobbed because of grievance or pain. She was so soft and gentle that it seemed like she could endure anything that was done to her.

After a while, "Wakaba Mutsumi," who should have been fast asleep, actually opened her eyes.

"Is it Metathia?" Akira Kurusu poked the girl's cheek. Her slightly chubby face was flushed with a blush like the sunset, a subtle heat that stirred a delicate flutter in one's heart.

“Oh yeah…” Motis frowned, then suddenly bit her lip, hugging Akira’s arm tightly with a look of grievance and confusion. “It hurts so much.”

"Can Mortis sense what happened last night?"

"Hmm." Metis breathed heavily for a while, finally adjusting to the strange feeling in her body. "It's such a strange feeling. It hurts a lot, but after the pain subsides, I feel..."

She didn't know how to describe the feeling, but her face grew even redder, and as if giving up on thinking, she rested her forehead on Akira Kurusu's shoulder, "Forget it!"

As Akira stroked the back of Metis's neck, the girl happily turned her head and rubbed her burning cheek against Akira's palm, acting coquettishly.

Toyokawa Shoko was still fast asleep, and the two chatted casually about guitar-related topics.

After a while, Metis belatedly realized that she was completely naked. She became so shy that she became incoherent, and her voice grew softer and softer until Akira Kurusu could no longer hear her.

"Does Metaphor understand what kind of relationship you have with me now?" Akira Kurusu teased the girl, who looked as shy as if she was about to cry.

Motis stammered, "Are...are we dating?"

“We’ve been dating for a while now,” Akira Kurusu hinted to Metase. “You must have heard Shoko crying last night, saying, ‘This is something we can only do after we’re married,’ right?”

Motis's face turned bright red. She hugged Lai Qixiao tightly, feeling confused and troubled. Although she was ashamed to the point of wanting to disappear, she still genuinely liked the boy who had given her a reason to exist and a place to belong.

But the little bit of pride she had left made her try to avoid this overly direct topic.

"No... I can't do it! Can Xiaomu answer this question after she wakes up?"

"That's why I need to ask for your opinion, because Xiao Mu will agree to whatever I say."

"I'm going to cry!!"

"You have to give me an answer, even if you cry."

Metis sobbed for a long time before finally saying, somewhat indistinctly, "I promise you..."

"It sounds like they were forced."

"Because girls feel embarrassed to say things like that!"

Lai Xixiao took Motisi's small hand and played with her empty ring finger.

Motis's eyes widened suddenly as she thought of the future: wedding dress, roses, and white doves of blessing... She didn't know what was wrong with her; her heart was pounding and her whole body was burning. She just instinctively snuggled into Qi Xiao's arms, unable to resist the urge to release the throbbing in her heart, and in the end, she unconsciously took action.

......

Toyokawa Shoko was awakened in a very noisy environment.

But when she looked down, all she could see was Wakaba Mukuro slumped in Kurusu Akira's arms, clutching her lower abdomen in pain, and surprisingly, her expression showed some resentment and anger.

"Why didn't you stop Metis... I couldn't take it anymore," Wakaba Mutsu's voice was hoarse that Toyokawa Shoko had never heard before, as if she had just been crying and shouting.

But the one crying out was actually Mortis.