A mature woman...**

Hours passed, and in a room with drawn curtain.

"Ahh hhh..cuminGGG!!!

A tall naked beauty wearing lay on her back on the bed, with a handsome boy on top of her.

The two of them seemed to have just been fished out of the water, as their bodies were covered with a layer of shiny, oily sweat.

Between her two thighs, and inside her sopping hole, an extremely thick and huge meat stick was going in and out and wreaking havoc;

"Pah, pah, pah! Pah, pah, pah!"

"Uh..

The sounds of flesh collision and water splashing were still going on, however, the moans and groans that should have mixed seamlessly with them were no longer there.

After fucking for hours in different poses, screaming various things, Kyouka could finally scream no more.

Her mouth was completely dry, her body sore all over, unable to move an inch and her pussy, though unable to produce any fluid, still spasming and contracting as he fucked and fucked.

Finally after a long time when Sasaki felt he was being too much, he ended the assault, slamming into her cervix before spraying another load of his cum inside her womb.

After cumming for some unknown amount of time, he finally pulled out his cock from her cunt.

After everything was over.

Sasaki, feeling relaxed like never before, looked at the woman laying unconscious on the bed, with her eyes closed and tongue out, and face flushed pink from head to toe like a young girl, he sighed and leaned forward.

After kissing her lips and exploring her tongue for a while, he shifted beside her, picking up the thin blanket that was about to slip off the edge, and draped it over Kyouka,

He then draped his arm over her shoulder and he gently turned her around, embracing the now-sleeping woman as he squinted, enjoying the moment.

Then he reached for her phone under the pillow and glanced at the time.

6:30 AM.

"Only 6 AM, I..."

Having lost track of time, Sasaki blinked in surprise and sat up sharply.

"Holy crap! How is it 6 already?! In a bit..."

Looking at the time, he blinked again, raising his phone to check, confirming that today was Saturday.

He didn't have class, and Kyouka didn't have to go to work either, so feeling relieved, he put the phone back and lay back down in bed,

Staring at the ceiling, thinking about the wonderful night they had just shared.

No wonder she's so experienced.

Kyouka was the most proactive and had the biggest appetite of all his girlfriends.

Even though it was their first time, her enthusiasm exceeded even that of Natsuha.

She not only responded to his every request, but didn't want to stop for even a second, nor did she want to be apart from him for a moment.

When he was with Natsuha, he atleast had to give her time to catch her breath.

But Kyouka's performance... though a bit awkward at times, was far better than any young girl.

So, in the end, young people are still too young...

However, was that really the case?

To be honest he didn't know.

Human instincts are peculiar. Under certain circumstances, the very things we are warned against or forbidden from pursuing become the objects of our deepest desires.

When we finally obtain what was once out of reach, the enormous sense of pleasure we feel can cause us to abandon part of our rationality. It's as if we fall into an invisible abyss, becoming addicted to the very thing we were once told to avoid.

After living alone for a long time with neither the desires of her body and heart being fulfilled, she finally found a person to entrust her love and body to, so this inexplicable love stimulated everything in her heart making her proactive and needy.

As for him, it was even more simple.

Because this woman, in his arms, who, a minute ago was pinned down on the bed, fucked to the hilt by his cock and filled with his seeds, was someone he'd always wanted.

Ever since his memory merged together or he sort of transmigrated and laid his eyes on her, he wanted her.

Ever since he felt the inexplicable sense of desire, he first felt it for her.

And now that he had her, impaled on his shaft, it was obviously impossible to hold back.

So, in the end...tastes are subjective.

He liked feet's but he wouldn't look down on someone who had some other fetishes.

However, still, even though he knew he shouldn't do it, Sasaki couldn't help but habitually compare his girlfriend.

Sasaki held the sleeping Kyoka tightly in his arms, enjoying the peace of the moment.

After the unremitting connection, Kyoyka, whose heart and body had found a home, automatically found a more comfortable position for herself after being hugged by the boy, and fell asleep peacefully in his arms.

...

...

Today was Saturday, so in theory, they could sleep in a bit longer.

But since this was Kyouka's room, after all, if they stayed in bed too late and got caught by Sister Yuka or Otome, who might come looking for him, they'd be in serious trouble.

So, after resting for a bit, Sasaki sat up, stretched, and got ready to get out of bed.

Just as he lifted the thin blanket to put on his slippers, he suddenly noticed a red stain near his thigh.

A bad feeling crept into his mind.

Sasaki reached down and scratched it... Hmm... dried blood.

!!!

Had he gotten so carried away last night that he hurt himself?

Blinking in confusion, Sasaki's first thought was that something was wrong with him.

But after thinking it through, that didn't make sense.

His body wasn't sore, and he didn't feel any discomfort, nothing that would explain sudden bleeding.

After shaking it, and not feeling any pain or tightness in his pocket, Sasaki confirmed that the blood wasn't his.

If it wasn't his, then…

A more puzzling thought popped into Sasaki's head.

Kyouka was... Could it be that Sister Yuka and Koharu were adopted? But that didn't make sense either after all, Kyouka had been married before…

Feeling that his brain was not enough, Sasaki climbed onto the bed and pulled the thin quilt up, revealing Kyoka's long and voluptuous legs.

Letting his gaze travel upward, Sasaki, with the faint light streaming through the curtains, saw a red trail, like a dried-up stream of blood.

"..."

Swallowing hard in silence, before Sasaki could fully piece together the dramatic story unfolding in his mind, the woman, who was unconscious, a bit ago, rubbed her legs uncomfortably, seemingly aware of his gaze.

Then she reached out to cover herself with the quilt, when a warm, soft palm met her outstretched hand.

!

As if she didn't react, Kyouka Tachibana was stunned for a moment, then she frowned with fatigue and looked up at Fuyumi who was looking at her with a smile.

Seeing that it was this little rascal who had tortured her like crazy last night, she was just about to lie back down and continue sleeping when a dark shadow stood up and pressed over her..

"Kyouka~"

Once more pulled into his warm, reassuring embrace, Kyouka, with her eyes still closed, gave a soft hum in response.

"Hmm~?"

"Are Sister Yuka and Kiharu adopted?"

Reaching under the blanket and confirming that she had indeed bled, Kyouka let out a surprised or not surprised little "hmm" before groggily and incoherently explaining something even Sasaki's own mother didn't know.

Since Kyouka was far too tired, and sleepy her words were a bit muffled, but after listening for a while, Sasaki was able to piece together the whole story.

To put it simply, Sister Yuka and Sister Koharu weren't her biological children.

They were the children of an older sister figure who was very close to her, who had passed away.

Since the elderly members of that family had also died, and the father had run off, the sister had no choice but to entrust her children to Kyouka.

That was why, even though Kyouka was the same age as Kurashiki Reika, her children were much older.

At the time she adopted the children, she did have a partner.

However, on the day of their wedding, her husband-to-be died in a car accident while coming to pick her up, and the two had never consummated their relationship.

That was why she had bled.

As for why Sasaki hadn't noticed it earlier and just thought it was due to her not being fucked for a long time... well, that was something maybe her fingers could answer...

After understanding the full story, Sasaki felt both happy and regretful.

Happy because Kyouka's true "first time" had been with him.

Regretful because he wished he had been a bit gentler last night...

Even though she was exhausted, Kyouka could still feel the tender affection in Sasaki's movements as he held her close.

Opening her sleepy eyes, she kissed away the slight frown on his face caused by his regret. A true woman, Kyouka's eyes softened as she smiled gently at him.