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 39: The Art Room Temptation – Painting with Passion

The afternoon sun filtered softly through the tall windows of the art room, dust motes dancing lazily in the golden light.

Yuu was alone, sketching absently when the door creaked open.

Sakura, the class's alluring artist, stepped in, carrying her canvas and paints, cheeks flushed with a shy boldness.

> "Yuu-kun… can you help me with my painting?" she asked softly.

Her voice trembled with something more than just nervousness.

She closed the door behind her, eyes locking onto his with a burning intensity.

The room smelled of paint and turpentine, mixed with the faint, intoxicating scent of her perfume.

She set down her canvas—half-finished—a nude self-portrait, delicate brush strokes revealing curves and shadows.

Sakura slowly peeled off her cardigan, revealing smooth, creamy skin beneath the thin blouse.

Her blouse soon followed, slipping down over her shoulders, exposing her bare breasts, nipples hard as she bit her lip nervously.

> "I want you to be my model," she whispered, stepping closer.

Yuu's heart pounded as Sakura traced her fingers lightly along his arm, then his chest.

She guided him toward a blank canvas and asked him to sit.

But instead of picking up a brush, she pressed her body against his, lips grazing his ear.

> "I want to paint you… from head to toe… but first, I want to feel you."

Her hands moved boldly—sliding under his shirt, fingers exploring the hard planes of his abs, tracing the outline of his growing cock.

She dropped to her knees, eyes locked on his throbbing length.

Her mouth opened wide as she took him in deep, lips swirling, tongue flicking, teeth grazing the sensitive underside.

Her hands massaged his balls, squeezing gently as she bobbed faster.

Yuu gritted his teeth, fingers tangling in her hair, holding her close as waves of pleasure crashed over him.

Sakura stood and peeled off her panties, revealing a dripping, glistening pussy, already swollen and hungry.

She pushed Yuu gently back onto a canvas-covered table.

> "Now… touch me like the artist you are."

Yuu's hands roamed over her soft skin, cupping her breasts, rolling her nipples between thumb and finger.

His fingers trailed lower, finding her wet folds, slipping inside.

She gasped, spreading wider, urging him deeper.

Yuu positioned himself between her legs, slick with her juices.

He pushed inside slowly, savoring the tight, warm heat surrounding him.

The room filled with the sound of skin slapping, breathless moans, and wet squelches.

Sakura arched her back, pressing her body to his as he thrust harder, faster.

Her nails raked down his shoulders, hips bucking with every stroke.

> "Paint me with your cum, Yuu…"

Yuu grunted, balls tightening as he reached his peak.

With a deep, powerful thrust, he spilled inside her, hot ropes flooding her pussy.

Sakura cried out, trembling in his arms as waves of orgasm shook her body.

They collapsed together on the paint-splattered table, skin glistening with sweat and desire.

She smiled up at him, lips stained with lipstick and saliva.

> "You're my favorite masterpiece."

> "And you're the only one I want to keep painting."