The Adventures of Magical Princess Makina

"Well... then, 'for today's sake', do me a favor?

"Huh..."

Storage where the knighthood students' wooden swords and protective equipment are stored.

Continuing yesterday, Chemie was visiting here again today. This time he was not a black inner in moveable fabric, but in school system (sailor) clothing. This was Keith's instruction.

Everything is to protect my brother-in-law. To exchange what you, as a sister, can do from the hands of a bad demon who fights Sieg.

Instead of offering himself as a 'woman', Keith promises not to get involved with Zeke.

I rubbed my chest the other day, but it wasn't over with that one time. It was a despicable and unequal deal that if Chemie refused even one day, the assault and harassment of Zeke would resume from that day on.

"You, yesterday was really...!

"Oh, because you let me rub my tits. You didn't do anything to Sieg in the dorm room after that, until this moment after school today, did you?

With all due respect, Keith was right. Keith did nothing in particular in the room where he spends time with Sieg and Tet after Chemie rubbed his chest over the black inner yesterday at this place.

And the next day, that is, not a single day today, I haven't cursed Sieg or called him a mock game during lectures and stopped beating him. Chemie also grasps that. As far as I could see, Keith kept his word.

"Well, that's good... If I break my promise, it's really for free...!

"It's a mess, Wolce, you're the one who keeps his word, right? I don't know how many bones would break in that hyorogalysique if I ran away or told someone?

"... you bastard...!

Chemie stares angrily at her ruby-colored eyes when she didn't think she was the worst person this far. I let him wave the fist I gripped, and I didn't even know when to hit him or take the wooden sword, or what would happen to him in anger.

But Keith hasn't given a damn, and he's ordered, "Fine, just show me your big tits."

"Huh... Until the sword tournament. When the tournament is over, your bones and nose columns will all be broken...!

"I'm looking forward to that. I'll remember that."

Chemie's breast augmentation (tits) is more of an interest to Keith today than Chemie's threatening words.

Summer white sailor clothes have thin fabrics and body silhouettes that are not as good as black inners are particularly susceptible to chest and gluteal (buttocks) shapes floating.

The fact that all students wear the same uniform also means that the 'difference' can be seen as clear. A prominent example would be Makina's breast implants. But Chemie's breasts were also bigger than those of girls her age. Pure white uniforms and red ribbons depict loose curves pushed up by Chemie's double hills.

The blue pleated skirt is also attractively rounded, making you imagine Chemie's healthy thigh shape and munchy ass.

Seeing Chemie's uniform, which has a different 'virtue' than the black inner, Keith came to her chest without hiding how sexually excited she was.

"Huh... Huh...... ku...!

"I already know you're weak to be touched, so you don't have to put up with your voice, do you?

Touch your chest over pure white thin fabric and stroke Chemie's boobs from above your school-paid underwear (bra). Just rub it with a nasty hand and the area around the base of the big tits will swing plumply.

I react sensitively to such a movement in my chest. Even though there are two levels of 'protective equipment': clothing and underwear, Chemie is nevertheless put at a disadvantage.

"Phew, ooh... ♥ O, weak or something...! ♥ n ♥ ahh ♥ I didn't have patience or anything...! ♥"

In a narrow cabin in the summer, Chemie never tries to acknowledge Keith's words while she floats a sweat on her forehead that isn't caused only by the heat and humidity.

Then - Keith tapped up his sailor clothes and exposed his raw boobs by dragging his underwear down.

"Kyaaaa!? Hey, what...!

Even as Chemie herself, she made a surprising, feminine scream.

I thought rubbing my chest over my clothes was the only condition for exchange. I couldn't help but be severely upset by the unexpected.

But unlike Chemie, who is less sexually knowledgeable, Keith is a lustful carnivorous sports man. Keith had decided that he wasn't willing to just "touch" like a child and that Chemie was prepared to accept it, including that.

"He said he was in the way of rubbing his chest. Don't make a scene."

Anger and discomfort creep up when they yell high pressure and continue to caress their chests ignoring gestures and words that resist them as they are.

I hated Chemie when she was seen downstairs just because she was a "woman" or someone who had the idea that a woman was something to devote to a man.

Yet...

"Eh... ♥ eh ♥ is, uh... ♥ be gentler, be... eh ♥"

"How can you be nice to a woman? Just shut up and put your uniform up."

The bra is slipped down to the bottom of the chest. The uniform rolls up to the area around the clavicle, grabbing and securing with his own hands.

It's as if Keith is offering herself to touch her chest, and Chemie's face stains bright red out of shame and pity.

Even so. He stroked his soft skin in such a position (pose), his thick fingers sank into his big breasts, and he distorted his shape with "Munyu ♥ Munyu ♥" as he pleases - there was nothing I could do about it and I felt good about myself.

"Ha ♥ ahh ♥ Phew, ha ♥ ahh ♥............"

The type of man I hate. A troublemaker who jerks off his brother-in-law. The shitty guy who's going to trade you to let him touch your body instead of being a jerk.

Even though he's such an opponent. You're not supposed to like it.

When you are ordered to follow it by sight from above and rubbed with a large flat hand that has gotten your body gobbled, you are inspired by a hard, somewhat rooted part of your brush tongue.

"You usually tune in, but I read in a porn book that the more a woman like you, the more obedient she gets to a man in the middle of sex, right? Aren't you really a dosquebemazo pig, too?

Keith lingered the emotions that boiled in Chemie as if she could see through, and Chemie stared at her face as she blushed no more.

"Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh!? ♥"

But it is being pushed away by unfamiliar pleasure, lacking in force in the light of wet glances when it rumbles through the eyes, and if the exposed raw nipples are picked up with thick fingers, it will make the tall female sound inside the storage shed.

"Hiaaaaaaaaaa ♥, kuuuuuuuuu ♥"

"Ha, you gasp too much just because you got nippled. Chemie, the orc woman, is a do-dog porn woman after all...!

I didn't know it was so humiliating to be objectively observed and rated "mazo" or "porn woman" for my caressed reaction.

At the same time, however, the body lights up more and more, and the nipples become stiff in the bin, trembling to the point where the hip becomes wet and the ankle becomes harder to stand.

No matter how many words you deny, in your head, you refuse, your body will honestly acknowledge Keith's words.

- Even a boy who doesn't like his opponent, if it's a 'strong male', obedient and his body reacts, a mazohistic weak woman who can't help it is her nature, he said.

"Ya ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

And he also reaches his whole body freaking out with a sweet whisper that is far from his normal self.

The fact that Chemie, who was active in male victory and then overflowed with her physical attraction as a woman, flourished only with a chest caress and a nipple crush.

As Keith, who someday had black feelings about telling him about the difference in character, the position of a man and a woman, it was only natural for his groin to stir up in the reality in front of him.

"Ola......! You're just creeping yourself out. Touch mine too and serve...!

Keith lowered the inner part of his lower body and took out a meat stick that stood upright like a sword. It was a penis that seemed to embody Keith's roughness and wildness as it were, commensurate with his muscular and large body.

"Behold...!? What are you doing!? And fuck off, you know...! ♥"

He was Chemie, who had already blushed at the top of his pleasure, but still gives me enough expression to see him clearly upset.

Male genitals I see for the first time in my life - no, I have minimal knowledge in books and school lectures. A long time ago, I might have seen it when I took a bath with Sieg and Erica, but that's also when I just got my mind on it.

Either way, it's my first experience to see such a big, hot, erect penis. You say it's one of those boys you hate, but you understand it's dirty stuff, but you can't get out of sight.

"Just do it...! Move it with your hands and let it out."

"Ah ♥ Hey, stop it...! ♥ This is not what I promised... ♥"

He grabs a thin wrist in Keith's big hand with a gutter and is forced into his groin, touching the meat stick with his right hand.

As a chivalry student, I waved my wooden sword every day, but I kept my real mother Smilena's teaching that "girls always have to have beautiful hands," and that skin care, such as hands and faces, was indispensable. Thanks to this, Chemie's hands maintained beautiful hands and fingers with a subdued touch.

That's now touching and gripping Keith's meat stick. I haven't been taking care of you for a time like this. One day I dreamed of holding hands with someone - someone I liked.

(... Sieg... eh)

All that floats behind my brain is about my brother-in-law. In order to protect him, he should have consolidated his determination to endure for his brother, but even that determination is likely to waver at the heat and stiffness of the erect dick transmitted from his hands and the movement that reacts with freaking out.

"Oh, yeah... keep it moving slowly... Unlike masturbating with your own hands, this makes you exceptional......!

Keith, who doesn't know anything about Chemie's thoughts and doesn't even care, has a trance look on his face.

It's a frightening gesture, but it was creepy enough to move my hips back and forth myself when I was wrapped in my cock with Chemie's slippery hand and slowly shifted from the base of the long rod to the tip of the turtle head.

I masturbate every night at the hands of my own man, but when I let a woman hold my cock and give me a hand job, I felt sensitive to things like totally unexpected grip additions and subtractions and shitty speeds and body temperatures that come from letting others do it, and in the future I was going to be insufficient to masturbate on my own.

"Rub the balls too... I'll buff you if it hurts...!

"Ugh...... eh. Ku, uh... ♥"

I know that the object of the buzz is my brother-in-law (Zeke), not myself (Chemie), so I can't defy him.

Chemie siggles her cock with one hand and rubs her big ballbag in a fuzz with the other.

Meanwhile, Keith keeps rubbing his big pie around and puts his nipples up with his fingertips.

Each 'protrusion' of male genitalia and female nipples is stimulated by each other, with sweat and slutty odors standing in the humid and hot cabin, and breathing and voice getting rough.

It's as if they're manifesting their growing sexual pleasure toward the summit. Adolescent boys and girls go dawning.

"Hey, something... ♥ ♥ Ew ♥ Dropped me, I'm out, out of the way... ♥"

"It's just patience juice. Come on, let's go, keep going, keep going, keep going, keep going, keep going, keep going, keep going, keep going. Because I ejaculate...!

"So, I'm leaving, what...!? ♥ You, what...! ♥"

"Ku, ahhh......!

"Hiaaahhh...... ♥"

Not answering much of Chemie's confusion and doubts, he defiled his slippery hands with a slender cowper, and Keith sputtered dark semen in Chemie's hands as he did.

The hot and drooling semen was so high in amount and viscous that it did not compare to the endurance juice, that even Chemie's hands as well as her uniform skirt and thighs were white and dirty.

"Hot... ♥ This is ejaculation...... eh ♥"

Keeping his breath rough and his breasts exposed, Chemie was overwhelmed by a physiological phenomenon that seemed so full of its vitality that she kept holding Keith's dick in her hand forever.

He said, "How long have you been holding your cock, do you like it that much?" and when he was teared up with a niggling face, he let go of his hand from embarrassment, but his heart burst into a squid smelling zamen stuck in his hand.

"It was creepier than any masturbation I've ever done... Okay, I'll see you tomorrow, okay? If you like my dick, you can make it my bitch..."

Keith, who finished ejaculating and left one thing, suddenly approaches Chemie in a cool atmosphere.

Keep your lips - trying to get them to touch each other, Chemie refused by staggering her hand in front of her face.

"Ma, wait...! That's all, only kissing is nashi......! Please, so... Huh!

Keith couldn't force himself any more, not wanting to kiss the palm of his own salmon on the boulder because his hand had just spit out the salmon in front of his face.

But I had a chest rub and a hand job, so I thought I'd kiss you... but I still have time for 'fun' and I said, "Well, see you tomorrow anyway?" I told Chemie to get out of the storage shed.

As for Chemie, I thought that no matter what the conditions, even if she were to offer herself to protect her brother-in-law, the kiss must not be the only line to cross.

"Kissing is only with people I've really liked" from my mother, Smilena, and the impact I've taught since childhood is also great. I'm sure my sister Erica would think the same thing. For the Haines family, kissing was the same or more important act as sex.

"... it's okay... If you are Atashi...... Atashi is your sister...!

I'm not as academic as my sister Erica, or as inclusive as Smilena. I was happy when Sieg, a childhood trainer, became my brother-in-law because I was in the position of my second daughter and sister. Like my mother and sister, I want to be a woman I can count on. I want to be a strong woman. That was Chemie's identity and her raison d 'être against others.

"Hmm? What are you doing here, Chemi?"

When I wiped my dirty hands and clothes with Keith's semen and tried to get out of the storage shed, I just met Tet. I guess I'm done training with Sieg and I'm here to clean up my wooden swords and protective equipment.

I also feel terrible about the fact that I spent such a late hour in the cabin (Coco) with Keith.

"... uh, my last tutorial score was bad too! They put me on organizing duty at the storage shed. Dr. Wallace is a surprisingly sweet animal."

Misunderstood with the usual active, energetic weather sounds to avoid understanding wounded minds and defiled bodies.

Even the situation where I had to do that was hard and sad for Chemie.

"Right. But if we don't train, isn't that bad? Chemie is also a swordsman."

"I know! Oh, Katai. Where's Tet? Don't worry about him. Unlike Sieg, you don't have to do any special training, because Atashi is the strongest!

Finally, he added, "Well, I'll practice properly ~" and broke up with Tet with a face that didn't eat anything. If I'm talking to anyone any more, that's all I'm about to cry about.

And Chemie's legs were directed toward the school building. The fact that only Tet came to clean up the tools after the training meant that Sieg should be alone now.

- I want to see you. I want to meet my brother-in-law and talk to my dear family. You may feel strange or unusual - but still, now, I want to be beside my favorite boy beside the childhood tame I've always been with.

"... Ah, Sieg...!

I turned the corner and found Zeke just outside the school building. I'm having a conversation with someone in the classroom upstairs, riding themselves out an open window.

As I approached him, I found out that the person Sieg was talking to was his insurance physician and real mother, Smilena. He talks with pleasure. As a family, he wants to feel a little relieved to be in that circle of his...

"... eh...?

- Then. Smilena and Sieg, both face close - the two touched each other's lips.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

"I'm sorry, my stepmother... Mr. Smilena. I can't stand it...... but I'll do my best! Good grades at the swordsmanship tournament, then......!

"... I know... ♥ Plenty of creeps, from Agel... ♥"

Before listening to any further conversations, Chemie left the spot. Anger and sadness pass by, leaving bland thoughts and expressions unthinkable.

- You said kisses were only with important people. And how did Mom and Sieg get here?

The answer to that question was really simple. Even Chemie's brain, not Erica, solved it easily.

For Smilena, Sieg is an important person, and Sieg's loved one is her mother, Smilena. That was all.

"... Ha.... What are you doing, Atashi..."

No anger, no crying. Somehow, I just laugh a little bit. That's what Chemie thought of herself when she said it was a really funny and delightful clown.