A Cliché Multiverse Story Chapter 48
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In the end, we arrived at the Tokonosu bridge on foot. Though my legs ache a little from the running, it wasn't unbearable.
That day, many officers on duty were attacked by a horde of undead that appeared from nowhere. The officers bravely fought back but the numbers were too much. The undead devoured them, one savored their leg while the other snatched the arm.
Who could be this uncruel to lure those undead to the public protectors?
I killed the undead and avenged the officers.
Such a pity.
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As soon as we returned, I jumped into the shower with Aimi. The stench of blood was almost unbearable.
Aimi rubbed my back, which made Klyscha jealous. She swore to have a bath next time I go there.
I also thoroughly washed Aimi—my fingers rubbing every nook and cranny for the upcoming event.
The time was 4 AM, so we might as well have fun until the morning.
I changed into new clothes while Aimi wore a white shirt which I presumed used to be mine and white panties. She swept her hair off her face and tied them up in a ponytail, looking adorable as ever.
"Asahi-sama, how do I look?"
I snuck my hands around her and pulled her in my embrace. "So beautiful that I can't wait to eat you up."
"R-Really?"
I nodded at her question and held her hands like the most precious thing in the world.
We fooled around in the corridors and returned to the room.
I shut the door and rechecked the lock. Can't have someone spying on us, now can we.
"Good."
I paused feeling the cold air brushing against my legs. With a sigh, I glanced down at Aimi squatting with her face near my crotch.
"Asahi-sama, I can't wait!"
She pulled down my underwear and gaped, her hot breath stroking my member.
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She looked up and her lips curled up mischievously. "Asahi-sama is aroused. I feel happy."
I placed my hand on her head and stroked her hair. "Which man would not be excited about sex with a girl he likes?"
I grabbed her hand reaching out to my cock with my other hand.
"Bed is there."
She nodded and cast a long glance at my cock as if reluctant to part ways. She stood and skipped over to the bed.
I kicked away the clothes near my leg and sat down on the bed. Before we started, I activated the barrier device and tossed it on the bedside.
Aimi quickly switched her seat and forced her way on my lap, bringing a refreshing scent along with her. My erect cock rubbed against her slightly wet panties.
She hugged my neck and gazed at me with longing in her eyes.
"Asahi-sama."
"Yes?"
Aimi perked up and rubbed her nose against mine. "Asahi-sama, Asahi-sama, Asahi-sama!"
She spoke like a music player stuck on repeat. Her smile as she closed her eyes showed her over the roof happiness.
I slipped my arms around her waist and overlapped her lips with mine. Nothing created a romantic mood better than a gentle kiss. In our case though, it wasn't gentle as Aimi hungrily lashed her tongue in my mouth.
Her desires were all too apparent to see. But the more she wanted to devour me, the more I wanted to not give it to her.
She pressed her body against mine as if trying to melt into me, her braless boobs crushing on my chest.
I snuck my hands inside her dress and felt her toned midriff, a perfect balance between muscles and delicacy.
Her eyes stared at me like a predator ready to hunt its prey.
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My hands crept higher and groped her juicy boobs. They were hefty, true to the words that a woman's bosom carried the hope of mankind.
Saya won in the softness department, but Aimi beat her with firmness.
However, big or small, a man of culture accepts them all!
I caressed her milk jugs and pinched her small nipples hard from arousal. This made her tongue go even wilder while her breathing became heavier.
She ended the kiss, a thin strand of saliva bridging our lips and grated my cock against her wet crotch.
"Asahi-sama…" She whispered with a dreamy expression and rolled out her dress. Her glorious boobs sprang out, juggling lightly. No matter how much I look, their perfection won't change.
"Fuck me, please. I can't take it anymore."
I expected nothing less from a yandere. Only minutes of foreplay and teasing riled her up.
My mind was also filled with the desire to fuck her silly.
"As you wish, Aimi."
I clenched her hips, digging my fingers in the mesmerizing flesh, and flipped our positions. I sat between her plump thighs and pulled down her panties.
Her juices threw a sweet scent around. She snatched a pillow from the side and rested her head against it.
"Asahi-sama, please…"
She cast an adorable puppy-eyed look and spread her legs wide, showcasing her pulpy lips overflowing with juices.
My dick throbbed at her sweet gesture, turning the hardest it could possibly get.
Fuck, how can I hold back if you do that…
"Don't cry later."
I won't be giving any mercy now.
Leaning over her, I held my cock over her pussy and rubbed it for lubrication.
"There plunge it into my womb."
She unwrapped her lower lips with one hand and touched my face with her free hand. Her expression filled with love and gentleness almost melted my heart.
I nodded and unhurriedly pushed the tip inside. The wetness clamped around me, stroking my cock gently. I would burst if I wasn't careful.
Aimi let out a slow hum and continued gazing into my eyes. She engulfed half of my length before her hole narrowed down.
I began to thrust in and out and her insides gradually loosened. Her relaxed state helped a lot.
She pulled me towards her. As I did, her bosom squeezed under my chest.
"Asahi-sama, don't hesitate to ravage this lowly bodyguard who doesn't deserve an ounce of your gentle love."
She put her tongue around my ear and nibbled on it.
This woman is provoking me… I also bit on her earlobe in retaliation.
"Nn~!" She moaned right into my ear.
I pulled back and thrust again, inciting another moan from her. It only served to fuel me up as my thrusts got faster.
"Asahi-sama~!"
I raised my body and frowned. Two trails of sparkling tears flowed from her eyes.
"Does it hurt?"
She shook her head with a smile and covered her face with both hands. "It's Asahi-sama's love, I can feel it inside my body. It is stirring me up." She slid down the hands, revealing a feral grin and warped expression. "It's making me crazy."
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