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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 31: The Art Room Affair – Paint, Passion, and a Girl Covered in Color

from Class Heat: My Final Year Harem.

> "Yuu… will you let me paint you? Just you and me, in the art room… after hours."

A quiet beauty with an artist's soul—always watching, always imagining.

But tonight, Yuu saw her in a whole new light.

The art room was warm, silent, smelling of paint and secrets.

Yuu stood shirtless in front of her—muscles tensed, cock already twitching under his pants from the way Mari looked at him.

She wore only a large white shirt—nothing underneath.

The buttons barely held together, nipples faintly pressing through, her thighs bare and glistening under the studio lights.

Her brush dipped into crimson. "Stay still," she whispered. "Let me… see you."

She painted lines across his chest. His arms. Down his abdomen.

Then her fingers joined the brush—smearing red across his stomach, slowly dragging lower…

Until they pressed against the bulge in his pants.

"Can I see… all of you?" she asked softly, eyes wide, breathing shallow.

His cock sprang out—hard, thick, pulsing.

Mari gasped, blushing deeply. "Perfect…"

Without hesitation, she painted his shaft—slowly, tenderly—cool paint gliding down his cock.

Mari sucked him slowly, her tongue swirling around his tip, lips sliding down until he hit the back of her throat.

Her mouth popped off with a wet slurp. "Don't cum yet… you haven't painted me."

She stood and pulled the shirt off—completely bare beneath.

Her body was delicate, soft curves, pale skin splashed with specks of red and blue paint.

She lay back on the large art table, spreading her legs wide.

"Use your fingers first," she whispered, trembling. "Paint my pussy…"

Yuu dipped his fingers in thick blue paint, then spread them between her folds.

He rubbed her slowly, then slid two fingers in—curling, thrusting—making her arch and moan loudly.

Wet squelching filled the room as her juices mixed with the paint—messy, slippery, beautiful.

She grabbed his cock next, stroking it furiously with one hand, her other squeezing her own breast.

Yuu climbed onto the table with her.

She spread her legs wider, guiding his cock to her soaked entrance.

"Missionary," she gasped. "I want to see you."

Her pussy wrapped around him tight, hot, slick. She cried out, nails raking down his back.

"Harder! F*** me—make me your masterpiece!"

His hips slammed into her—wet slaps echoing off the walls, paint smearing across their bodies.

Then she twisted, bent over the table.

He grabbed her hips and pounded her from behind, watching paint drip off her ass as she begged for more.

Her pussy clenched—so tight he almost couldn't hold back.

"I'm gonna—fuck—I'm gonna cum—" she screamed.

Her whole body trembled, orgasm crashing through her as she squirted across the table—soaking the canvas below.

He grunted hard and exploded deep inside her, cum flooding her pussy, dripping out as they collapsed in a sticky, sweaty mess of color, moans, and love.

They lay tangled together, skin covered in paint and cum, chests rising and falling.

Mari kissed his cheek gently. "You ruined me… and I've never felt more whole."

Yuu smiled. "You're the masterpiece."

The messiest, most beautiful painting of love and lust ever created.