harutosensei000

WARNING : 18+ Only

> I transferred in for my final year, hoping for peace after a troubled past. What I got instead… was a class full of beautiful, thirsty girls—each 18, each dripping with secret lust.

From the cold class rep to the wild gyaru, the quiet bookworm to the athletic ace, every one of them wanted me—my body, my mouth, my thick cock.

In secret rooms, empty classrooms, locker showers, and late-night calls… they confessed their cravings.

And I? I gave them every inch of me.

This is the story of my final year… the year I became theirs.

Class Heat : My Final Years Harem

Chapter 4: Glasses Off, Inhibitions Gone

The whispers had already started before the train even left the station.

The annual class trip was supposed to be an innocent, relaxing escape — but Aoi could feel the charged glances, the knowing smirks from Sayaka and Rika, and the very unmistakable tension in the air.

Quiet. Proper. Always polite. Always tucked away behind fogged-up glasses.

But she had seen everything through that slightly ajar supply room door.

And since then... something had changed.

They were seated together — not by accident.

Miyu kept fidgeting with her skirt, stealing glances his way.

> "Aoi-kun," she said finally, voice soft. "Can I ask you something?"

He turned, trying to hide his racing heart.

> "Back at school… in the storage room… What were you and Rika doing?"

She blushed as she said it. Her cheeks as pink as the flower pin in her hair.

> "I read things," she whispered, eyes darting. "I imagine things. But I've never done anything."

By some "accidental" miracle, Aoi and Miyu were assigned the same room.

Rika only smiled and handed over the key, whispering:

Inside, the room was dimly lit, the beds close together, the air quiet — too quiet.

Miyu stood nervously by the window, her fingers brushing the hem of her cardigan.

> "I brought something... just in case…"

She opened her bag and pulled out a silky, sky-blue nightdress. Bare shoulders. Bare legs. Nearly see-through.

> "I thought you might like it," she whispered.

She sat beside him, trembling slightly.

> "Can I... hold your hand first?"

He did. Her fingers were warm, soft, and clumsy. She squeezed too tight — then relaxed.

> "What did it feel like when Rika kissed you?" she asked.

Miyu hesitated. Then, slowly, she leaned in — their lips barely brushing.

Her kiss was shy. Curious. But she didn't pull back.

> "That's... nice," she whispered. "Can I try again?"

This time, her lips opened just slightly. Her breath shivered. Her hands touched his chest.

> "Faster than I thought," she said. "My heart's beating so fast…"

Minutes passed like melting candles.

Aoi guided her gently, letting her explore his arms, his chest, the outline of his desire through his pants. Miyu gasped.

> "I want to know how it feels... just a little."

She didn't ask again. Her hands slid down, trembling but willing, touching through the fabric with a mix of awe and hunger. Her expression changed — lips parted, eyes glassy behind her fogged-up frames.

> "Warm… and twitching… Is that for me?"

He leaned in, lips brushing her ear.

It was soft. Slow. Full of gasps and held-back whimpers. Her glasses slid down her nose as she clung to him, her body arching with every motion.

Aoi whispered every word, kissed every inch, and helped her discover every sensation her books had only described in fantasy.

Miyu clutched his shirt as her body quivered.

> "I... I didn't know it would feel like this…"

Her final breathless moan filled the room as she gave in — all of her.

Miyu lay beside him, her glasses on the nightstand, eyes fluttering shut.

> "That was better than any story I've ever read…"

> "Then maybe you'll want a sequel."

Before she could answer, a knock came.

Sayaka's voice — sweet and sultry.

> "Aoi... I know you're in there. Mind if I join?"