Nash kept moving his fingers slowly, dragging it out way longer than needed. He had this stupid grin on his face, and when he finally pulled his fingers out, slow like he was savoring it, they were shiny with her wetness.

He held them right in front of her nose like some kind of prize, fingers glistening, thick strings of it stretching between them like sticky syrup.

Aiko’s face went bright red. She closed her eyes and turned her head away like a kid refusing medicine.

"No... why would you show me that?" Her voice came out all shaky, embarrassed. "That’s... that’s not mine!..."

Nash just smirked and licked his fingers clean right in front of her, taking his sweet time like he was tasting dessert.

"Sweet," he said, grinning. "Guess you lost this round, huh?"

Aiko’s eyes went sharp, like she was about to stab him. She felt mortified, but at the same time... ignited.

Lust: 85% ↑

Suddenly, she shoved at his chest with both hands, trying to flip him over.

"You call that winning?" she snapped. "I’ll make you lose first!"

She grabbed his face and kissed him hard... no, not even a kiss, more like crashing into him.

Their mouths clashed, tongues slipping out, sliding against each other, before diving back in, messy and wet. Spit dripped down both their chins, but neither cared.

Aiko tried pushing him toward the bed, but Nash just laughed and spun them around, walking her backward until her legs hit the mattress. He laid her down gently, then climbed right on top before she could move.

Aiko shoved at his shoulders.

"Get off! I was gonna— ahh!"

Nash ignored her, spreading her legs wide and dropping his head between them.

He looked at her pussy up close, she was pink and puffy, glistening wet like she’d been dipped in honey, her clit swollen.

"Damn, Aiko," he muttered. "You’re so tiny and pretty down here."

Aiko groaned and slapped both hands over her face.

"Stop saying that—!"

Nash didn’t stop. He buried his face between her thighs, dragging his tongue up her slit like he was tasting her. Aiko gasped, hips jerking off the bed.

"Haa—!"

He did it again, slower this time, circling her clit with the tip of his tongue before sucking it lightly. The sounds were filthy, wet slurps and slick noises filling the room.

His tongue pushed inside her, deep, while his nose rubbed against her clit, driving her crazy.

Aiko’s fingers clawed into his hair, pulling him harder against her without thinking.

Her hips rolled on their own, grinding against his mouth like she couldn’t help it.

"Ahh... ahhn—!" Her moans got higher, breathless, legs locking around his head, thighs squeezing tight.

Her juices smeared all over his face, but Nash didn’t care. He kept licking, sucking, fingers rubbing fast circles over her clit.

Aiko’s breathing turned into short cries, body tensing, then another gush hit his tongue, spraying across his chin. She cried out, legs shaking, hips twitching uncontrollably as the orgasm wrecked her worse than before.

When she finally slumped back, Nash pulled away, wiping his chin with the back of his hand. His face was soaked, dripping. He licked his lips, grinning.

"Look at you," he teased. "Drenched me again. That’s another round you lost."

Aiko just lay there panting, face burning, eyes glassy. Anger and embarrassment twisted together on her face as she gritted her teeth.

Without a single warning, she shoved him with both hands, really hard, so that Nash fell flat on his back before he even knew what was happening.

The mattress bounced a little under his weight as she scrambled on top of him, her small hands already reaching down to grab his cock, thick and hard, veins standing out like ropes under his skin.

Aiko’s fingers tightened around him, her face all determined and focused, like she was in some kind of competition.

Lust: 89% ↑

"This time," she said, biting her lip for a second before grinning, "I’m gonna make you lose."

Then she leaned down, her red twintails swinging forward over her shoulders, and licked the tip first, tasting the little drop of saltiness already waiting there. Nash shuddered under her, his fingers twisting into the sheets.

She didn’t stop there, opening her mouth wide, she took him in, and honestly? It was messy from the start.

Her lips stretched around his thickness, spit already starting to drip down as she bobbed her head up and down. The wet sounds were kind of embarrassing, —gluck, gluck, schlick—filling the room like they were the only two people in the world.

She couldn’t even fit all of him in her mouth, so she used both hands to stroke what was left, twisting her fingers around the base while her tongue swirled over the head.

Drool ran down the shaft in shiny trails, pooling over his balls before dripping onto the sheets below. Her twintails bounced with every movement, and then, she pushed deeper, gagging a little but forcing herself to take more until her throat felt stuffed full.

Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, but she didn’t stop, sucking harder and faster like she was racing against time.

Nash groaned, his hips lifting off the bed a little without him even meaning to.

"Fuck," he gasped, "your mouth feels too good..."

Aiko’s cheeks hollowed as she sucked with everything she had, her mouth just a wet, slippery mess now, spit and precum mixing and spilling everywhere.

And then, his cock swelled even bigger in her mouth. Nash groaned louder, his whole body tensing.

Thick bursts of cum shot straight into her throat, so much that Aiko’s eyes widened in surprise. She tried to swallow fast, but there was just too much.

Her cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk’s, white cum leaking from the stretched corners of her lips, running down her chin and neck. She kept sucking and gulping noisily, trying to take as much as she could.

Finally, when he was done, she slowly pulled off with a wet pop. Her lips looked swollen and shiny, her breathing uneven. Nash reached out, brushing his thumb over her cheek, his chest rising and falling fast.

"You okay?" he asked.

Aiko closed her mouth, swallowed loudly, gulp, and then, with some cum still smeared on her lips, she opened her mouth wide, stuck her tongue out flat, and grinned at him like the little devil she was.

Nash’s cock, which had just started to soften, twitched hard and shot back up to full hardness in like, two seconds, standing straight and throbbing like it had a mind of its own.

His eyes burned as he stared at her, this fiery girl, covered in spit and cum, her twintails messy now, her whole body still trembling slightly.

He grabbed her hips, and flipped her onto her back again. Aiko sucked in a sharp breath. Her legs opened all on their own, like they had a mind of their own, which, honestly, was kind of embarrassing. Nash slid between them, his huge cock pressed right against her, right where she was already wet and aching. The thick head dragged up and down her folds, slow, so slow, like he was savoring the way she got even slicker just from that.

It was hot, heavy, like it was taunting her, and Aiko’s eyes went wide, her heart pounding so hard she thought it might burst.

"W-Wait... Nash..." she whispered, voice shaky. She tried to sound tough, she really did, but her legs trembled and spread wider anyway, like some traitorous part of her was asking for it. "Don’t just... push it in like that. It’s too big... I-I’m not ready—"

Nash looked down at her with that stupid, cocky smile, the one that made her want to punch him and kiss him at the same time.

He loved this, loved seeing her like this: red twintails tangled on the pillow, small chest rising and falling too fast, her cute little pussy all pink and wet, twitching against his tip like it was hungry for him.

"Come on, Aiko," he said, voice teasing. "You took my cock so deep in your mouth earlier. Don’t tell me you’re chickening out now."

He rubbed the head against her clit in slow circles, just to watch her hips jerk. "If you get too wet or start moaning too loud, that means you lose this round."

Aiko bit her lip hard. How did this herk always find the words to make her burn with desire?

"I-I’m not chickening out, you idiot!" she snapped, even as her body betrayed her, hips lifting just a little. "I can... I can take it—"

Her words cut off in a sharp gasp when he pushed forward, just a tiny bit, just enough for the thick head to stretch her open.

It burned, but in that way that made her toes curl, her insides clenching around him like they didn’t want to let go. Her heart hammered so loud she was sure he could hear it. Her nails dug into his shoulders.

Nash groaned, low and rough, his hips rocking just enough to let the tip slip inside.

"Fuck... you’re so tight," he muttered, like he was talking to himself.

Aiko cried out, eyes closing as she felt every inch of the stretch.

"Ahh—! It’s... it’s going in... it’s going—" Her voice broke into a whimper, high and shaky. It hurt, yeah, but it also felt so good, so full, like her body had been waiting for this without her even knowing.

Added to Nash’s passive, the battle was already over.

Her hips jerked up on their own, and she could feel the wetness leaking out around him, making everything slippery and messy and perfect.

Nash paused right there, buried only his head inside her, letting her get used to the feeling.

His big hands moved gently along her sides, thumbs brushing the soft undersides of her small breasts. He could feel her breathing hitch, so he murmured.

"Breathe, Aiko. You’re doing good." Then, because he couldn’t help being a little shit for her own excitation, he added with a smirk, "But if you cum before I even get halfway in, I win."

His words were teasing, but... perfect. The kind of playful rivalry that made her stubborn even when she was falling apart beneath him.

Aiko’s chest rose and fell fast, her heart pounding so hard she felt dizzy.

"I-I won’t cum... stupid rival... ahhn—!" Although She had already did many times.

She tried to glare at him, but her eyes were already glassy, unfocused. Nash pushed forward another inch, slow and careful, because damn, she was tight. The thick length of him slid deeper, spreading her open in a way that made wet, slick sounds echo in the room, her body was already so wet, making everything glide easy.

Then she cried out, louder this time, her back arching off the bed like she couldn’t help it.

"Haa—! It’s too much... I feel so full already—" Tears pricked the corners of her eyes from the newness of it, but even as she complained, her legs shook and wrapped around his waist on instinct, pulling him just a tiny bit deeper.

Classic Aiko, always talking tough, but her body never lied.

Nash’s breath caught in his throat. He loved this, loved the way her tight little pussy gripped him like she was trying to keep him there forever. Hot, slippery, perfect.

"That’s it... feel how deep I’m going?" His voice dropped lower. "Your rival’s cock is claiming you right now." He rocked his hips slowly, giving her another inch, and the thick veins along his length dragged against her inner walls in a way that made her moan brokenly, her head tossing side to side, red twintails whipping against the pillow.

Her heart pounded so hard she pressed a hand to her chest.

"My heart... it’s beating too fast... I think I’m gonna— ahh!!" Another push, and he was halfway in. The stretch must have felt impossible, thus the pleasure she received from his passive was diabolical.

Nash leaned down then, kissing her deep, tongues sliding together wetly before diving back in. When he pulled back, spit connected their lips for a second.

"You’re taking me so well, Aiko," he murmured against her mouth. "Look how wet you’re getting." His smirk was downright smug. "If you start moaning my name, that’s another point for me."

She tried to snap back, but all that came out was a high whimper as he slid the rest of the way in with one slow, relentless thrust, all twenty-two centimeters buried inside her tight heat. Aiko’s eyes rolled back a little, her breath coming in short gasps.

"Nngh—! It’s all the way in... I’m so full... haa... haa..." Her small belly even looked a tiny bit bulging from how deep he was.

He felt amazing, buried as deep as possible in his favorite tsundere girl, feeling her heart racing against his chest and her tightness pulling him deeper.

He wasn’t rushing, no way. He wanted to enjoy every second of watching her tough-girl act completely fall apart under him.