Chapter 172 – Kirin Class Ishiba (4)

Azalea shyly offers her blushing cheeks.

“Please hit me. Don’t hesitate.”

She prods, twitching her cheek, not for a romantic purpose like a kiss on the cheek, but for an obscene purpose that is rarely seen.

A masochist. It’s not that I’m unaware of this minority’s proclivity.
Does she really want me to hit her?

Her eyes, as they gaze at me, brim with such a thick and sticky affection that I could almost believe they hold a heart.

“Do you really want to be hit? Why?”
“I… I don’t know. Can’t you just hit me once?”
“Since when has it been like this?”
“Ever since you came out of the bar and slapped my cheek…”

As Azalea continues to speak, she gently strokes my thigh with both hands, as if urging me on. Her vagina is quite literally dripping with honey. Seeing that, I can tell just how much she had been waiting for this situation.

“Whew…”

He raised his hand and gently placed it on Azalea’s right cheek.

“Ah.”

The corners of her writhing lips slowly rose.

【The World Tree of Purity frowns.】

Simultaneously with the World Tree’s notification, I sighed and carefully controlled my strength as I slapped Azalea’s cheek.

-Crack!

“…Ugh!”

A slap that might only occur between parting lovers. Despite controlling the force, it seemed quite strong, as Azalea’s head jerked to the side, leaving a bright red handprint on her cheek.

“Kuh… Ha… Haa.”

The red handprint marked her cheek, while her now-relaxed eyes were speckled with pink, not showing any distinct hue. Azalea’s youthful face, adorned with a smile, evoked a sadistic desire in me, even though I normally didn’t harbor such inclinations.

“It hurts…”

-Splish, Splosh.

Droplets of honey trickled down from the entrance of her vagina.

As if a switch that had been flipped once could no longer be returned to its original state, a slap on the cheek only urged her to push me further.

“More… strongly. Hit me hard.”
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“…Don’t be gentle. Somehow, I think that would be better.”

Is this right? With that thought in my heart, I rose from the bed.

Azalea’s sexual fantasies involved spanking and S&M. Comparing her first relationship with Azalea to the time she corrected Zodiac’s jealousy, there had been only one difference.

‘That I couldn’t satisfy her sexual fantasies.’

So, could fulfilling Azalea’s sexual fantasies help resolve her obsession?

“Hah… ugh. Hurry.”

Azalea looked at me, trembling in her shoulders and thighs. She didn’t carelessly reach out to me, assuming a respectful posture as she stood on her knees on the bed, thighs spread apart. It seemed as though she enjoyed the current situation, even in her state of neglect.

I gently grasped Azalea’s thighs with my hand and slowly pushed her away.

“…Hit me?”

I asked tentatively, and she nodded her head twice in response.

“Ah…”

She let out a sigh, seemingly relieved of her burden. After all, when had my body ever truly been my own with Azalea or Zodiac?

Perhaps one day this kind of experience might come to be appreciated. Stealing the power of a tree, and of all trees, one that was obsessed with BDSM?

‘Playing the role of a slave’s master shouldn’t be a problem.’

The memory of that time was so stimulating that Zodiac still occasionally calls me “Master” even now.

At this moment, my nether regions were shamelessly quivering, buffeted by the influence of a lascivious demon.

“Hey.”

I lowered my voice as much as possible. Simultaneously, Azalea’s eyes filled with an unparalleled sense of anticipation.

“…Yes.”

“If you don’t like it, shake your head three times.”

Leaving just a single gap, I lifted Azalea’s chin without allowing her a chance to answer. I slapped her opposite cheek a bit harder than before.

– *Crack!*

“Ah…!”

This time, her head tilted to the other side.

“Why do you feel it when you get hit? Are you really a pervert?”

It was a genuine question I had while confronting this situation. Amidst it all, Azalea looked at me, unable to calm her ragged breath in the swiftly changing atmosphere.

“…Ah. Uh.”

“Answer.”

– *Crack!*

“Gah… Hmph.”

“Will you keep not answering?”

– *Crack!*

After about three strikes, Azalea’s legs weakened, and she sank down. She buried her face in my crotch, panted heavily, then smiled and enticingly twisted her adorable face.

“Pervert… yes. I think that’s right.”

“Did it feel that good just because you were penetrated once?”

“…Mm-hmm. It felt so good. I always think of you.”

My feet are growing damp.
Perhaps due to the stickiness, I can feel a slight weightiness.

What could be the ingredients of this honey?
For a moment, I grabbed Azalea’s shoulders and pressed down using my weight.

“Ugh.”

Her thighs gently part on their own to welcome the cock.
The ripe, linear pussy is brimming with honey; when I probe it with my fingers, the viscous fluid clings to them and overflows.

“Haa… Ahh. Ah.”
“Do you like it?”
“I like it… Yes. I really like it.”

Each time I scrape the honey from the vaginal walls with my fingers, Azalea’s body convulses.

“Hngh, heh… Uh.”

The woman’s voice grows more intense, her hips moving up and down as if she were having sex.

“…It tickles. Hurry up and put it in.”
“No.”
“…What?”

Azalea, bewildered by my response, gazes at me with desperation.
Her expression, like that of an abandoned squirrel, incites sadism.

I coated my two fingers with honey and inserted them into Azalea’s mouth.

“Ugh… Huh?!”

Startled, Azalea’s eyes widened. But her anxious gaze soon transformed into one of burgeoning pleasure.

Moment by moment, she seemed to grow more accustomed to the sensation.

“Lick.”
“Kip, hoop… Churp. Churp.”
“Sweet, isn’t it? It came from your own hole.”
“Huh, tsk.”

Her initially awkward tongue movements gradually began to focus on caressing my fingers.

Azalea didn’t touch my body at all, her hands trembling and her waist quivering as she tended to my fingers.

“Do you want more?”
“…Uh-huh, yeah.”
“Beg for it.”

Words I hadn’t even considered spilled forth effortlessly. It was as if a lewd demon had created a dictionary, and I was reciting from it so naturally that it seemed predetermined.

“You’re a female tree. You like being hit. It’s not difficult to make it rain, is it?”

-Wham.

As I withdrew my finger, the sound of trapped air escaping filled the room, and Azalea’s tongue reached out to meet me.

“Ah…”

Completely absorbed in her predicament, she immediately rose and knelt down, entwining her sticky body over the puddle of honey she had spilled.

“Please… you.”

Though not bowing, she courteously clasped her hands together and lowered her head. Her rigidly erect nipples hinted at her level of arousal.

I took off her clothes, rolled them up, and wrapped them around Azalea’s arms. Even such simple bondage was enough to excite her.

“Ah… Aaah.”

As if she had forgotten how to speak, Azalea gently shook her buttocks while restrained in a prone position. I formed my hand into a hook and thrust it abruptly into her vagina.

*Piercing sound*

Though she had just been emptied, her vaginal walls were once again filled with honey.

“Khh…uhh”

With her hand still inside, she trembled as if vibrating.

Scraping the vaginal walls, until Azalea’s face, immersed in pleasure, tilted downward and became invisible to my eyes.

– Squelch, squelch. Squelch.

“Ahh, ahhh… yes. Aaaah!”

As Azalea’s waist twisted sharply and her posture threatened to collapse, I continued to move my hand, binding her with strength.

Azalea, unable to muster even the slightest resistance, desperately trembled her legs and released a scream intermingled with moans.

“Ah, ahhh, wait! Just a moment… I feel so strange… Please, wait just a moment… Huh, heave. Huuuuuuuh!”

Loud moans reverberated throughout the dorm room.

“Kuhhaaaaaaaaaa…!!”

Pussshhhh.
A stream of clear fluid began to gush from her vagina.

“Haah… kuhh. Uh-oh.”

– Gurgle, gurgle.

Azalea’s arms, which had shielded her eyes in shame, lost their strength and fell onto the bedsheets.

Speechless, she gazed at me with wide, bewildered eyes, as if experiencing these emotions for the first time.

“…I’m sorry, I… wet myself.”

A gaping hole. Honey stretching persistently.

Her arousal, intended for mating, was even more viscous than before. It resembled a spider’s web, as if demanding to be taken right now. Naturally, blood rushed to my lower abdomen.

‘If it were any other time, I would have entered her now…’

But I couldn’t do that now. It was to fulfill Azalea’s carnal fantasies.

I withdrew my fingers, using the viscosity of the honey, and brought my hand down hard on Azalea’s buttocks, still reeling from the climax.

– Smack!

“Aah!”

Azalea, her eyes wide open, looked at me desperately.

“Pl-please, just wait a moment. I’ve just c-come…”

– Smack!

“Haaah…!”

Azalea’s pure white buttocks undulated like waves between her fingers.
The skin quivered like the ocean, leaving behind striking red marks.

Azalea was bound to me, unable to resist in any way, shaking her head just twice.

“Ow! It hurts…”
“You said you liked the pain.”

-Whack!

“Ugh!”

I intensified my strikes.
As I continued, I began to relish the sensation, gradually increasing the force like clothes dampening in a drizzle. Azalea seemed to feel it too, covering her face with her hands as if trying to deny the pain.

In truth, the situation was incredibly embarrassing.
A twenty-year-old girl, who had just shed her high school uniform and become a college student, was bound by her peer, feeling the sting on her buttocks.

This wasn’t some adult video from the neighboring district. What was this?

-Whack!

“Hmph!”

After delivering the final blow, Azalea whimpered softly, tears streaming down her face as she lay on the bed.

“Sniff… Sob.”
“Does it hurt?”
“Yes, it hurts…”

A tearful face filled with pity.

“It hurts… but, it feels good.”

Despite the pain, her words still struck a chord. I too felt a growing soreness down below and climbed on top of Azalea. As the thick flesh of my cock touched the once-healed crevice, Azalea stopped crying and gazed at me.

“…Sex, huh. Are we going to do it?”

Even while sobbing, she seemed determined to capture the moment of penetration in her eyes.

Feeling a bit sadistic, I harshly slapped Azalea’s cheek.

– Smack!

“Ugh.”

“Why ask? If I’m putting it in, I’m putting it in.”

“…I’m sorry. I just wanted to watch.”

Before Azalea could look at me again with her head bowed, I aligned myself with her crevice and thrust in forcefully, burying myself to the hilt.

– Thrust!

“Ahhh…”

Her vagina was still tight, and as I forced my way in for the second time, it opened up to accommodate me. The pressure within her intermingled with the sensation of the thick honey, creating waves of pleasure.

Azalea’s vagina is a machine designed to extract semen.

“Kahak… Hahuk.”

An insertion devoid of tenderness.

Azalea’s face contorted as if she was experiencing intense pain.

“…It hurts. I can’t breathe.”

That’s normal. I struck her cervix without mercy.

Under normal circumstances, the uterus should’ve been elevated, with the tip of the vagina tapped, but strangely, Azalea’s uterus was lowered. It wasn’t a succubus… I decided it must be an existence born solely to be claimed by humans.

“Ah! Huk, ah… Hahak…♡”

Azalea’s body trembled with the pleasure that blossomed amidst the pain.

“I… Today, huh, ugh!… It’s a safe day.”

With the tightening pressure of her vagina, I pushed my cock in as hard as I could and released my semen into her uterus.

“Huuuuh! Hup.”

Azalea groaned in a strained voice, her entire body weakened.

I began to move my still aching cock inside her vagina once more.

“…?! Ah, already? But we’ve only done it once.”

She raised her moans again, seemingly caught off guard.

“Ah, ah… Aaah. Haaahng!”

I pushed through her vaginal walls and knocked against her insides.

“Kkuh, ugh!”

I pulled out, seemingly unfazed by the tight grip of her vaginal pressure.

“Haaah…”

As if handling a delicate doll, or like maneuvering a hidden tree deep within the mountains.

I raised my hand, folding each finger one by one to make a fist. Then, I gently struck her lower abdomen.

– Thump!

“Ah… Aah. Haaah, kkuh-“

Azalea, who had been moaning, caught her breath for a moment. Her vagina, wrapped around my cock, spasmed intensely.

A viscous liquid flowed out once more from my lower abdomen. Unfazed, I continued to thrust my hips.

– Thump!

Has my taste become so depraved that it’s ventured into a realm beyond reach? Azalea was not the only one experiencing pleasure in this situation.

I gently lifted Azalea’s body and embraced her tightly, as if to crush her.

“Gasp… Huff, hhng…♡”

Intimate affection mingled with choked breaths. As I thrust upward, cradling her in my arms, her sunken cervix gradually opened.

“Hnng, yes.”

Incapable of speaking, Azalea was forced to adjust to my movements. Nevertheless, she seemed to remain in high spirits, her mouth half-open and her tongue sticking out. It appeared that even biting her tongue amidst the vigorous motion brought her pleasure.

– Smack!

“We’re getting there.”

“Hnnngh… uh… ah…♡”

I released my seed once more. Loosening my grip, I gazed at Azalea’s relaxed face, still held in my embrace.

“Heh… ugh.”

Her eyes were vacant, her visage an utter mess.

Handprints marked her cheeks, chest, and shoulders. Red scars stood out against the white skin of her buttocks.

Azalea collapsed into my arms. As I pulled out my cock, a thick mixture of honey and semen oozed from her opening.

The bed was already sticky, as though a jar of honey had been spilled.

“Cough, cough.”

Belatedly opening her mouth, Azalea coughed several times as if her throat was dry, then smiled at me.

“Was it… good for you?”

Azalea’s youthful face, a blend of affectionate longing, a spoonful of anxiety, obsession, and love, appeared before me. Her hair hung at the corners of her mouth, sweat trickled down her face, but she never lost her smile, which incited a sadistic urge within me.

It felt as though I had adapted to match Azalea’s play.

But now that our intimate encounter had ended, I wanted to fulfill her emotional needs. Gently stroking her hair, I held Azalea in my arms.

“I’m sorry.”

“No… If it’s you, anything goes.”

Azalea whispered into my ear, her voice still cracked.

“Because I love you…”

—
Name/Gender: Azalea (Female)
Age/Height: 20/165cm.
Sex Fantasy: Spanking.
Dating Fantasy: Visiting the zoo with a man she likes.
Current Status: Obsession has slightly subsided! Fulfilling her ongoing sex fantasies can help heal her psychological issues.
—

Checking the screen behind her embrace, I could finally exhale a sigh of relief.

‘So it can’t be fixed yet.’

It seems impossible to overcome her deeply rooted affection deficiency with just one day of intimacy. Knowing that the causes and solutions differ from those with Zodiac, I decided not to dwell on this situation.

There are so many wounded people around me.
And many of them are willing to risk the remainder of their lives.

In the present circumstances, where all issues had to be addressed, Azalea’s fixation was merely one part of the unfolding process.