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

The knock on the hotel room door wasn't just loud — it was bold.

Miyu's head shot up from the pillow, still flushed and glowing from what had just unfolded between her and Aoi. Her chest rose and fell beneath the thin sheet, breaths soft but hurried.

Then came that familiar, silky voice:

> "Aoi... I know you're in there. I felt something from the hallway~."

He exchanged a glance with Miyu, whose eyes widened in panic.

> "Wait—she can't come in—I'm not—"

Sayaka opened the door with a key she'd "borrowed" earlier.

She stepped inside with her usual confidence — tank top barely clinging to her curves, short pajama shorts riding up with every step, hair loosely tied in a messy bun that made her look effortlessly hot.

She took one look at the room — Aoi shirtless, Miyu wrapped in a blanket with a guilty blush — and smiled like a cat finding two mice in its trap.

> "Miyu-chan," Sayaka said with a teasing tilt of her head, "so this is why you looked like you were floating at dinner."

Miyu tried to hide beneath the sheets, voice trembling.

> "I-I didn't know it would feel like that… I just… wanted to understand…"

Sayaka leaned in, kneeling beside the bed.

Sayaka turned her eyes on Aoi, and suddenly the air felt thicker.

She crawled onto the bed — bold, confident — and sat beside Aoi like it was her place all along. Her fingers slid up his arm, then across his chest, tracing the fading marks Miyu had left behind.

> "You've been busy," she whispered.

Miyu sat up slightly, unsure if she should cover herself or watch. She chose the latter.

> "W-wait... are you two... going to...?"

> "Don't worry, Miyu. You're welcome to stay. Watch. Or even..."

Miyu made a soft squeak, frozen, but clearly not objecting.

Aoi's head spun. Two girls. In one bed. One teasing his chest, the other still breathless from the last round. Both watching him.

> "You okay with this?" he asked Miyu.

Sayaka kissed him without warning — deep and slow. Her lips were sweet, practiced. Confident. She moaned softly into his mouth and climbed onto his lap, grinding just enough to make him groan.

Behind her, Miyu watched, biting her lip. She pulled the blanket around her tighter, but her legs peeked out. Her cheeks were red, her fingers restless.

> "This is just the beginning, Aoi. You're mine, remember?"

Aoi's hands found her waist. She gasped when he squeezed her thighs — Sayaka always liked a bit of pressure.

> "I… I want to feel it too," she whispered.

The rest of the night was a blur of whispering moans, stolen kisses, and tangled sheets.

Sayaka was fire — bold and biting.

Miyu was water — soft, slow, and deep.

Guided by instinct, driven by desire, pulled in two different directions that somehow led to the same heat.

The bed creaked softly with movement, the room filled with warm gasps, shy squeaks, and playful groans. Touches everywhere. Legs entwined. Lips brushing shoulders, necks, chests.

Their bodies didn't sleep that night — only their hearts rested in each other's warmth.

Sunlight peeked through the curtains.

Aoi woke to find Sayaka lying across his chest, her breath soft against his collarbone. Miyu had curled up beside him, glasses askew, lips still parted in sleep.

This trip had started as a simple getaway.

Chapter 5: Sayaka Joins the Night