Chapter 67: Interrupted Cravings – When Two Girls Collide

Chapter 67: Interrupted Cravings – When Two Girls Collide

He was still inside her.

Mina laid against his chest, her thighs trembling, her pussy fluttering softly around his cock—still pulsing, still leaking. Her breath came in short gasps, sweat glistening down her spine. The air was thick with the scent of sex. Of her.

Then the knock came.

Three soft knocks.

"Mina…?" he murmured, barely lifting his head.

She looked up slowly, brow furrowed. "What the hell…?"

Another knock.

Then—

"Hey… it's Emi," a gentle voice called from the door. "I brought you breakfast… um… I just thought maybe you didn't have time to eat…"

His stomach flipped.

"Shit."

Before he could move, the door creaked open.

He had forgotten to lock it.

"Emi—!"

Too late.

Emi stepped in, holding a tray of food—toast, eggs, juice—and her eyes immediately locked onto the couch.

Onto them.

Him. Shirtless. Cock still buried inside Mina.

Mina. Naked. Smirking lazily, glancing back at her.

Emi froze.

The tray hit the floor with a crash.

The silence after was deafening.

"I-I'm sorry," Emi whispered, face pale. "I shouldn't have—"

"Wait—Emi, it's not—" he started.

"It is what it looks like," Mina cut in, brushing her hair back, clearly enjoying this. "And you're late."

Emi blinked.

And then something broke.

"No," she said softly, "I'm not late."

She stepped forward.

Eyes wide. Breasts rising and falling under her school cardigan. Her hands shook—not with fear, but with something else. Something darker.

She stopped in front of them. Looked at the mess on his lap. The wetness sliding down Mina's thigh. His cock, still semi-hard, still slick with Mina's climax.

Her gaze turned to him.

"You were going to give that to me," she said, voice trembling. "Weren't you?"

He opened his mouth—but couldn't speak.

"Then give it to me now," she whispered.

She climbed over Mina's legs—right into his lap, straddling him with trembling thighs.

"W-What the fuck?!" Mina snapped, pushing herself up slightly. "You can't just—"

But Emi ignored her.

She kissed him.

Deeply. Desperately. Moaning as her tongue slipped into his mouth.

And then—slowly—she pulled off her cardigan.

No bra.

Her breasts spilled out, soft and round, nipples stiff from the tension. She yanked her skirt up. No panties. Just a soaked slit, glistening from arousal and jealousy.

"You gave it to her," Emi said, voice shaky. "Now give it to me."

Mina scoffed. "You're out of your damn mind—"

But even she didn't move.

Even she was staring now. Watching.

Because Emi was lowering herself.

Guiding his cock—still wet from Mina—toward her own entrance.

He groaned. Emi gasped.

And then—she sank down.

His cock slid into her like a hot knife into butter. She was tight—tighter than Mina. Wet. Clenching with raw, overwhelming need.

"Oh… god…" Emi moaned, head falling forward onto his shoulder.

Mina stared in disbelief.

"You crazy little class rep…"

Emi started moving.

Slow. Rocking back and forth, riding his cock as her breath hitched and her nails dug into his shoulders.

He couldn't believe it.

Her body was so warm, her walls squeezing him like they were made for him. Every stroke sent a jolt of pleasure through his spine. Her moans were soft, broken, so unlike her usual self.

But she wasn't shy now.

She was wild.

She was grinding down, chasing her own high, panting into his ear.

"I've been waiting… so long…" she whimpered. "Watching you… all of you… being taken."

Mina stood beside them, arms crossed, biting her lip.

"Hell… this is turning me on."

Without warning, she dropped down next to them. Her fingers slid between Emi's legs—while he was still inside her.

Emi gasped as Mina rubbed her clit, fast and rough.

"Cum already, class rep," Mina whispered. "Let him feel how bad you needed it."

Emi's whole body shook.

She screamed his name—legs trembling, pussy clamping down around his cock in a wet, messy orgasm that gushed down his thighs.

He couldn't stop.

Not anymore.

He grabbed her hips and thrust up once—twice—then exploded inside her.

Raw.

Hot.

Filling her.

His cum mixed with her juices, spilling out between their joined bodies, dripping onto the couch.

Emi collapsed onto him, panting.

Mina chuckled.

"Well… that escalated."

He could barely breathe.

And all three of them just laid there.

Sweaty. Dripping. Tied together by lust and something far more dangerous.

Possession.

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