Chapter 353: Nagisa’s a masochist
Kouhei and Nagisa were lying side by side, their bodies tangled in the mess of sheets, the room still heavy with the smell of sweat and sex. Their breathing was uneven, ragged, the kind that only came after going at it for so long that their bodies felt like they were on fire.
Nagisa’s skin glistened with sweat under the dim light, her chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath. Her flushed face, lips still slightly parted, made her look drunk on pleasure.
“That was… so good…~” she whispered between breaths, her voice trembling with exhaustion and satisfaction. “I felt like I just… floated right beyond the clouds…”
Kouhei was sprawled out, his body just as spent as hers. He’d lost count of how many times he had emptied himself inside her, but he was sure it was at least five. Every round had drained him a little more, though deep down, he knew he still had the stamina to go again if he wanted. But looking at Nagisa—her trembling body, the way her legs had given out after the last climax—it didn’t feel right to push her further.
So, for now, they rested.
“I think you’re exaggerating a little, Nagisa-san,” Kouhei muttered, his voice low, almost playful.
Nagisa turned her head toward him, her messy hair sticking to her damp cheeks, a small smile tugging at her lips. “What? I’m really not. Sex with you is just that good. Not that I’ve had sex with anyone else… but it’s definitely better than just touching yourself.” Her tone was teasing, but honest. She shifted onto her stomach, resting her chin on her arms as she looked at him with that mischievous glint in her eyes. “You’ve gotten so good at it that making us cum doesn’t even seem hard for you anymore. Or maybe… is it because you’ve already memorized our bodies?”
The word memorized carried a weight behind it, suggestive in a way that made Kouhei flinch slightly. But it wasn’t exactly wrong.
He did know their weak spots—their triggers, the places where even the slightest touch made them unravel. With Nagisa, it was the right side of her cervix. Just pressing into that one spot was enough to break her down completely. Memorized might not be the perfect word, but it was damn close.
“Please, don’t tease me like that, Nagisa-san,” he said, though his flushed cheeks betrayed him.
Nagisa giggled softly and then let her gaze wander around the room, her eyes catching on the little details she hadn’t noticed before.
“…Now that I think about it, we’re in a love motel, huh?” she murmured. “That means… those things are here too, right?”
“…Those things?” Kouhei raised an eyebrow.
Her face heated up instantly. “Ah… I-I mean, like… the stuff you use for roleplay, or… you know, those things…” She averted her gaze, her tone embarrassed and awkward.
So that’s what she was thinking—items for roleplay.
And she wasn’t wrong. Love motels were known for stocking up on those kinds of things. Some even had entire rooms set up for hardcore S&M play.
Her legs still trembling from being fucked so hard earlier, Nagisa slid off the bed, her bare skin glowing under the soft light as she walked toward a cabinet in the corner. Opening it, she froze for a second.
Inside were handcuffs.
Not the cold, metallic kind you’d expect from a police officer, but padded ones—soft, designed to restrain without hurting.
Just the sight of them made Nagisa’s thighs rub together unconsciously.
She already knew this about herself, but the feeling hit her again—she was a masochist. The thought of being restrained, dominated, and ravished by Kouhei made her pussy ache so much she could barely think straight.
And now, with these in her hands, that buried desire bubbled straight to the surface.
“K-Kou-kun…” she called, her voice hesitant, her cheeks tinted with a shy blush.
“Nagisa-san?” he answered, his tone curious but calm.
“D-Do you… mind putting these on me?” she asked, turning back toward him with her hands full. Along with the cuffs, she had taken out a collar and even a leg spreader. “I-I just want to try it, you know? I’m feeling a little… adventurous tonight.”
Kouhei swallowed hard, his throat dry. Just seeing those items—things meant to bind as well as to control—was enough to stir something inside him.
It was his sadism. He could feel it bubbling up, aroused by the sight alone.
He had already noticed Nagisa’s masochistic side before, but since she hadn’t openly said anything, he kept it to himself and never pushed. Maybe holding back had been a mistake.
Now, though, things were different.
Each girl had their quirks as well as their secret weaknesses. Hina craved the sweet intimacy of being loved gently. Misuzu liked things rough with her body reacting to it every time. Yuuna preferred to dominate, but every now and then, she longed to be dominated herself. And Nagisa—Nagisa was a pure masochist.
And right here, right now, she was showing that side of herself openly. That alone made Kouhei’s blood run hot with excitement.
“…Alright then,” Kouhei finally said, his voice low as he rose to his feet.
He stepped toward her slowly and began putting the items on her one by one.
First, the collar.
It looked like a dog collar, but larger, clearly designed for a human neck. The way it clasped around her throat made her look less like a pet and more like someone giving herself willingly to him.
Next, the handcuffs. Nagisa obediently brought her wrists together, offering them to him like a gift. Kouhei snapped the cuffs around them, the soft material pressing into her skin but holding her firmly in place.
“I’ll put the spreader on after,” he told her, his voice steady but heavy with anticipation. “For now, Nagisa-san… lie down on that chair.”
He pointed at the nearby furniture—a chair with a sleek, curved design, bending in and out like waves.
It wasn’t a normal chair. It was a sex chair, built for easier, deeper penetration. Its shape made positioning simple and allowed for angles that could hit every spot.
But Kouhei had something else in mind.
Instead of lying the usual way, he told her to flip her position with her head on the lower end, her legs draped over the higher curve, her back arched against the seat.
In that position, Kouhei wouldn’t be thrusting into her pussy.
He’d be thrusting straight into her mouth.
Kouhei’s hand gently brushed against her lips.
They were smooth, soft, and inviting under his touch, almost too perfect. Nagisa slowly parted them for him, her expression showing no hesitation. It was as if opening her mouth for him was the most natural thing she could do.
Kouhei positioned himself, his cock pressing against her lips, the heat of her mouth already teasing the sensitive tip.
And then, as her lips gave way, he slid himself inside.
The moment his cock pushed past her lips and down her throat, her mouth was instantly filled.
Nagisa’s eyes widened, not in pain, but in a strange, shivering pleasure that coursed up her spine and seemed to settle deep in her lower half.
Ah… I really am a masochist…~
At first, she never wanted to believe it. But now, with Kouhei’s cock stretching her throat, the truth became undeniable. She was a masochist through and through.
Kou-kun… ram your cock deeper…~ Make me feel like I’m completely submitting to you. Ravish all of my holes… every single one of them is yours to take…
She didn’t say it out loud, but her eyes screamed it. And somehow, Kouhei understood her perfectly.
Grabbing hold of her knees, which were raised by the position of the chair, he used them for leverage and started thrusting. His cock moved deeper into her throat, his girth stretching her tight passage as he forced her to take more of him.
“Mghhh…~ mmmghhh~… mnnnghhh~!”
Nagisa’s throat yielded with each push, her eyes rolling back as waves of dizzying pleasure pulsed from her throat all the way down to her groin. She was going out of breath, yet the sensation was so intoxicating she wanted more.
Kouhei could see the bulge forming in her throat every time he drove himself deeper, and the sight only pushed him closer to the edge.
Her throat tightened around him, squeezing, milking him in a way that felt impossibly good.
It was too much. The pressure, the heat, the wetness—it all overwhelmed him.
“I’m cumming, Nagisa-san…!” Kouhei growled, his voice thick with lust as his grip on her knees tightened.
Nagisa couldn’t hold back either. Her eyes rolled so far back that only the whites showed as an explosion of pleasure ripped through her from her tailbone to her crotch.
And then it happened.
Kouhei released, shooting hot streams of semen deep into her throat. At the same time, Nagisa squirted, the liquid spraying in a beautiful arch that sparkled under the room’s dim light.
When Kouhei finally pulled his cock out, strings of thick saliva connected his shaft to her lips.
Nagisa licked her mouth slowly, savoring his taste, her breathing ragged but her eyes burning with desire.
“…Ravish me more, Kou-kun…” she whispered, her voice low, needy, and full of anticipation.