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Chapter 107 - A Nerd and Her Consequences
🕑 Added 2025-09-16 13:10:43 +0000 UTCThe first time she came under my guidance, it was a sharp, jagged peak. Her whole body clenched, hands scrabbling at my chest, mouth open in a strangled cry that left spit on her chin. Her legs locked, thighs quivering, and her hips lifted in a tiny, involuntary buck. The panty fabric soaked darker, and a small, embarrassingly loud sob replaced words.
I had to bite my lip hard to not succumb to her needy cunt’s contractions.
Afterward, she sagged, panting, cheeks wet, and her voice came out in half-laughs, half-apologies. “S-sorry. I….I couldn’t…..” she managed before breath took her.
“That was amazing.“ I trailed my hands up to stroke her shoulders, grounding her. “Good,” I told her, fierce and soft at once. “Keep breathing. You did fine.”
She tried to answer, opened her mouth, then closed it, only little muffled noises escaping. Her eyes were glazed with that afterglow. I felt something warm and proud bloom in my chest. Even as I apologized to her; for I would not be losing to her. I had my pride here.
Yet, it seemed she still had some yandere fuel in her to keep going.
So I guided her through the cycle again. She recovered just enough to follow the pattern — shorter, shallower thrusts, leaning forward, grinding at the top.
The next wave hit hotter.
This time, she didn’t just clench; she rode it out with a keening sound that made my palms slick and my hips to push up a little. Her face took on a messy, joyous expression. Her eyes squeezed shut, mouth slack, tears forming at the corners. After she trembled down from it, she hugged herself for a heartbeat, then pressed her forehead to mine, breathing hard.
“D-did I…. Did I…..“
“Yeah….. yeah, you did well.“
A cute little whine that could have been a laugh left her throat.
“I-I don’t think…” she tried through huffs and puffs. “I can…. anymore….“
“Oh, yes baby, you can.“ I said like the jerk I was. Because if she wanted to try this on me, she would better be ready for the consequences. “You just need to try harder.“
"I can barely...” she panted into my neck. “m-my legs are shaking..."
“I thought you wanted to make me feel good, yet so far you went and finished all by yourself.“ I smacked her ass hard enough to earn myself a whimper. “Come on, lift those hips.“
“S-sorry,“ She squealed, but still obeyed. She drunkenly lifted herself upward, jerking her hips a tiny bit upward, only to sink back.
“Let me help you.“
I did. Seizing the soft flash of her plush ass, I guided her, or rather used her, up and down on my cock. Higher than she ever managed on her own, deeper than her trembling body could accept.
All she could give were limp shivers, her stretched and tender cunt fluttering and spasming heedlessly, her lips parting helplessly as drool and moans slid down, her body too spent to care.
Her next orgasm was the worst for her and the sweetest for me. She tried, oh, she did, she tried so hard to keep control, little gasps, little pants, but the cumulative effect of hitting her deepest spots and a steady finger at her clit pushed her past the brink.
Her legs went rubbery, knees folding, and she lost the fight to stay upright. She fell forward with a broken sob of pleasure and crashed across my chest, forehead to sternum, clinging like someone clinging to life. Her breaths came in ragged bursts, the last orgasm wrung out of her with a low, shuddering keening that was almost wordless.
When it passed, she lay still, cheeks flushed and wet, eyes heavy-lidded and teary. Her hair fanned across my chest, breath hot against my skin, lips parted in a sloppy, exhausted smile. No words for a long minute — just the quiet of our chests rising and falling together.
I held her close and stroked her hair while she panted against my chest, my cock still throbbing inside the velvet heat of her. Those sporadic little aftershocks in her pussy didn’t help—every flutter made me grit my teeth and breathe slower, like that would trick my body into patience.
When she finally found breath again, she whispered in that spent, grateful voice of hers—the one I’d heard countless times after fucking her to exhaustion. “Th-thank you… Thank you for making me feel so good… for letting me… for letting me be yours… for keeping me as your woman…” Her voice cracked from overuse, but she smiled faintly, even through tears of overstimulation. Always thanking me for fucking her senseless. Always thanking me for making her mine.
Our little ritual after fucking her.
I couldn’t help grinning, leaned down, and kissed the crown of her head. “No, little nerd,” I said low and slow, my tone threaded with possession she craved, “thank you for being mine…. you did very well.”
Her shy, bashful sound at that—half a squeak, half a hum—was delicious. She curled closer into my chest like I’d just given her something sacred.
The issue was, I had yet to fuck her.
My Shiho thought her little hormone-fueled stunt earlier was enough. She couldn’t have been more wrong. All her desperate whimpering, her orgasm just from taking me in—hell, that only wound me up more. If she thought that was a finished session, she was sorely mistaken.
I chuckled darkly, tightening my hold on her hip. “Why’re you acting like that was the end of it, mm? We’re just getting started. Didn’t you just tell me you wanted to be mine everywhere in our new home?”
Her head jerked up, eyes glassy from afterglow, staring at me like someone shaken out of a vivid dream. There was apprehension in those wide, teary eyes. “B-but—E-Eishin, I-I just… it’s too much, I don’t think I can, I already… I just—ah…” her voice cracked into pleading, her spent little mind rambling excuses, her body twitching against mine, still responsive to the cock rutting lazily in her.
A tear of overstimulated bliss rolled down her cheek; I kissed it away with amusement, even as my cock jumped inside her and she felt it. “Yes, you can, Shiho. Believe in yourself.” I smirked wider, adding, “Or better yet—believe in me, who believes in you.”
Where the hell did I pick that line up? Old world anime? Drills and sunglasses? Felt cheesy, but oddly enough, it made her shudder and swallow like I’d given her courage. Even if it was from a cartoon with giant robots.
She shifted her hips experimentally with a visible wince, my cockhead grazing that sensitive spot inside her that made sparks shoot through her whole body. “C-can you… J-just… a second, please… I can do it, I promise, just—” she said in her soft, pleading voice, her eyes hazy as if she couldn’t tell if she wanted respite or more.
“Oh, little bird, I’ve given you plenty already,” I said, voice dropping as my grin curved wickedly.
With a sharp movement, I flipped her limp body onto the tatami, sliding myself free only long enough to reposition her. The tatami, unlike the hardwood, was far softer for her back to collapse into. Now I loomed over her, taking in the view.
Her maroon dress was bunched clumsily around her waist, her lab coat crooked and hanging off one shoulder. Panties tugged aside and clinging; blonde hair mussed to hell; glasses missing; lips kiss-bitten; throat marked. Her legs were bare, pale thighs flushed pink with heat, feet trembling against the woven mats. Messily debauched, glasses long gone, lips parted.
A nerd fucked well—but could be fucked better.
I put my hand against her damp cheek, caressing her flushed skin. “You had your little fun, Shiho-chan,” I said gently, because I would be no more after this. “Now is my turn.”
Her eyes fluttered half-open, body trembling, voice a breathless plea: “P-please go s-slow, I—I-I don’t think I can…”
I laughed softly and unceremoniously yanked her lab coat and dress away, peeling it from her limp body piece by piece. “Slow? No can do, little nerd. I’ve still got to put another baby in you. Make it twins this time.”
Her blush deepened even against her reddened skin. “T-that… that’s not… i-isn’t how biology w-works…” she babbled in her trademark nerd voice as I tugged her panties down.
She was too exhausted to resist, too limp to move, so I did all the work. She did give little helpful wiggles without meaning to, body compliant despite exhaustion. Even with the half-healed injuries, I was still a jōnin, and I had her stripped down before long.
The sight punched the air from my lungs. Naked and clutching weakly at nothing, sprawled out across the tatami. Half-lidded bedroom eyes shimmering with tears and bliss; pale skin poured over thick thighs and round hips; a flat, soft belly with a cute, shallow navel; bottom-heavy breasts that fell luxuriously to the sides, nipples rosy and hard, areolas a delicate pink; my dark love-bites doted her slender neck, blooming like claimed territory. She was art with a pulse.
I breathed hard, my erection jerking violently at the sinful sight. This was what she hid under lab coats and baggy dresses—like I’d hit the ultimate jackpot on a gambler’s roll. My nerdy girl. My treasure. When was the last time I had my little nerd fully naked like this?
“You’re… staring,” she murmured, not actually displeased if the way she slowly opened her legs was any indication, presenting that pretty, ruined center to me like an offering.
Her pussy—lightly trimmed, neatly kept—gleamed from her shameless arousal. Her lower lips, plump and parted, glistened wet, her hole fluttering as if begging me back inside. A thin string of wetness ran down to her ass, a vulgar invitation for my cock to wreck her again.
I didn’t know when I’d stripped as well. But in the next instant, I was naked save for the bandages, braced over her, and then inside. Buried balls deep in her slick heat, my cock stretching her open as if I’d been made for her. Or rather, the other way, her pussy molded and reshaped to fit my shaft.
Shiho’s hand flew up to cover her mouth, trying to contain her moans as I slammed into her. “A-ahhh! N-no—nnnn! I-it’s too much—y-you’re—ahhh—so rough, E-Eishin—!” Her broken, muffled cries spilled anyway, each thrust pushing another breathless fragment of pleasure from her.
I cupped and kneaded her breasts, let the weight spill between my fingers, then dipped to mouth her throat, sucking over my earlier marks, teeth scraping. “You brought this on yourself,” I growled against her pulse, every word a vibration she felt inside. “Teasing me with this obscene body,”
She moaned louder, words stammered between cries: “S-sorry—! I-I m-misstepped—! I know… I-I know this body’s yours… all yours… y-you can use it however y-you want!” Her pussy clenched almost violently as she said it, milking my shaft greedily.
Fuck me. Shiho absolutely thrived in this game. My insecure cipher girl lived off being owned, commanded, and fucked like she had no choice but to surrender.
While I’d love to take the credit, that wouldn’t be honest. I didn’t create this in her. I only peeled back the layers and set free what she was too afraid to admit. This was always hers. Ownership kink buried under a lab coat and an annotated bibliography. She wasn’t made to take charge; she was made to be taken.
I trailed kisses up from the bruised column of her neck along her jaw, claiming her mouth next. I dominated her lips, her tongue, feeding into her need to feel possessed, owned entirely. My kiss was molten, crushing, and she whimpered into me as I swallowed her sounds.
That was when I went for a finishing blow.
There’s a universal truth: pound a woman’s womb-door while you kiss her like you’ll steal the breath from her lungs, and you get a nuclear chain-reaction. Shiho keened into my mouth, back bowing, a long, silent shriek caught between our tongues as she detonated. This one hit different—stronger than everything that came before, full-body thrash, pussy locking me in a vise.
I didn’t let up. I kept knocking on that soft threshold, kept eating her mouth. She sobbed into my mouth, half-choked moans mixing with feverish pleas, fingers scrabbling at my bandaged shoulders like she couldn’t tell if she wanted to claw me closer or push me away.
When the crest finally passed, she started pleading through the haze, eyes blown and unfocused. “P-please—Eishin—too much—s-sorry—no, thank—ah—c-can’t—”
“On your stomach,” I said, flipping her lethargic body gently but decisively. She folded down, ass high, chest and cheek on the tatami, arms limp where they fell.
I took a second to admire the view—plush, perfect ass presented like a gift—then slapped one cheek and watched the ripple bloom. I slid back in and set a brutal rhythm, one hand on the back of her neck to keep her from sliding away on the mat, the other snaking under her soft belly to her clit and thumbing tight circles.
I wasn’t holding back. Half punishment for the coup, half compensation for all the hospital times I’d been left jerking myself off like a tragic figure.
She came in ripples, again and again beneath me, small climaxes stacking with each brutal thrust, her body devolving into twitching sobs of overstimulated bliss. While I dragged her toward a bigger storm. “Ah—ah—ah—” breathless, helpless, her cunt milking me with a desperation that made my vision stutter.
“Together, baby,” I rasped. Her hazy eyes fluttered open as if the command flipped a switch. She clamped down so hard my knees almost buckled. I drove my tip to kiss her cervix—firm pressure, right there, and—
Everything snapped.
I shoved deep and held, groaning through clenched teeth as heat surged up my spine and detonated in thick pulses. She seized around me, spasming in frantic little flutters that milked every drop. I felt the first heavy spill flood her.
Hot jets of my seed loaded her womb, messy, filling her to the brim and splattering deep. I groaned gutturally, forcing myself to push as deep as possible, hips locking against her round ass, her pussy milking me relentlessly.
She shook, bucking weakly reflex against her climax as my warmth spilled into her, overflowing and dripping down her trembling thighs, matting the tatami. Her moan was half-sob, half ecstasy, muffled against her arm.
I stayed buried, grinding those last aftershocks into her while she trembled on all fours, turned two and a half, arms useless, cheek plastered to the tatami, mouth open and drooling a little as she tried to remember how to breathe. My own breath sawed in my chest, sweat dripping from my jaw to her back, heartbeat hammering hard enough to blur the edges of my sight.
Eventually, the world softened its edges. I let my hand slide from her neck to stroke up her spine, slow and reassuring. She sagged, folding down to the mat with a soft, boneless exhale. Heat radiated from her skin; my cum trickled out around me and painted the inside of her thighs, an indecent, perfect seal. I kissed the small of her back, then the ridge of her shoulder blade, and just listened to the syncopation of our breaths finding a shared tempo again.
That felt…. good. But looking at the state of my well bred little nerd, I realized she definitely couldn’t handle being taken in everywhere in our new home.
Didn’t mean I wouldn’t try, though.
