Harem Of The Oshika Clan - H024 Realizing the Stud Life

H024 Realizing the Stud Life

Even after ejaculating inside Miyako’s rectum, my arousal didn’t subside. As soon as my ejaculation stopped, I resumed thrusting.

Gujuru, gujuru, gujuru, gujuru.

Lewd sounds leaked from her anus.

“Ah, ah, an, an!”

Miyako, collapsed face-down on the bed, moaned in pleasure, her face turned sideways, melting seductively.

The sight of a beautiful woman’s face contorted in lust fueled my erection. Despite the sphincter’s tight grip, almost painfully so, the sensation only heightened my pleasure, driving me wilder.

“Ah, ah, an, nn!”

Ugh, her anus tightened. No need to hold back anymore, so I thrust toward ejaculation. Ugh, I’m coming!

“I’m coming!”

Byukuru!

Dobyu, dobyu, dobyu, dobyu!

“Ah, ah, ah!”

Miyako trembled all over, gripping my quivering penis. Her satisfied expression was evident from her sideways glance.

But I wasn’t satisfied. I’d read online that anal sex feels better than regular sex, but for me, vaginal sex felt better.

Jubo.

I pulled my penis from Miyako’s anus, dripping wet and still hard, clearly as unsatisfied as I was.

White fluid flowed from her anus. Maybe because it’s an exit-only hole, it seemed to spill more dramatically than vaginal ejaculation. Time to satisfy myself.

I grabbed Miyako’s protruding buttocks, spreading the valley. Her anus, filled with semen, and her vagina, ready for my penis, gaped open.

Holding her open, I pressed my upward-curving penis against her vagina from below, sliding it in.

“Nhin!”

My long shaft was slowly swallowed. Unlike anal, it slid in smoothly without thrusting, likely due to the copious love juices from her anal pleasure.

“Ah, ah, ah, ah!”

Even though Miyako was sensitive anally, she clearly felt vaginal stimulation too, trembling while collapsed on the bed. Her white back arched, sweat glistening.

Her alluring back and the tight vaginal walls gripping my penis fueled my vigor, pushing back against the squeeze.

I thrust my hips back and forth.

Gucho, gucho, gucho, gucho.

Love juices spilled from her vagina.

“Ah, ah, ah, ah!”

Miyako let out pleasurable sighs.

I gripped her buttocks and thrust vigorously. Her abundant juices made thrusting smooth, yet her vaginal walls gripped my penis firmly. The folds entwined, caressing gently. So good!

“Ku, u, Miyako, I’m coming!”

“Ah, ah, aaaaahn!”

Byusshuuuu!

So good! Too good to stop thrusting.

I kept moving my hips through the ejaculation.

Gushu, gushu, gushu, gushu.

Pashin, pashin, pashin, pashin!

“Ku, u, u, so good, Miyako, so good!”

“Ah, ah, ah, aaaaaaaaah!”

Dokkun!

Doku, doku, doku, doku.

The next ejaculation started before the previous one ended, and I finally stopped thrusting.

My penis, buried deep in her vagina, sent a flood of semen into her womb. Oh, so good.

“Hahi… Akira, that was amazing…”

“You felt amazing too, Miyako. One more round, okay?”

“Huh? Oh, hng…”

I grabbed her breasts from behind, lifting her to a kneeling position. Her glossy hair tickled my cheek—a pleasant shampoo scent, different from her feminine musk.

I turned her toward the closet mirror, watching her beautiful body over her shoulder as I began thrusting.

“Ah, an, an, an, an, ah, so good, ah!”

Her soft breasts, kneaded in my hands, morphed lewdly in the mirror.

Her vaginal walls gripped my penis, the folds licking my sensitive glans. So good. Her writhing walls loved my penis, pushing me to my fourth—or fifth—limit.

“Kuaaaa!”

Dokkun!

“Ahhyaaaaaaa!”

Pyusshwaaaa!

As I ejaculated inside her vagina, Miyako squirted clear liquid from her crotch. That’s squirting, right?

“Aaaaah, ah, ah, aaaaah!”

I pumped semen into her, and she kept squirting.

After our climax and squirting subsided, I gently laid her back on the bed. She trembled with aftershocks.

“Hin!”

When I pulled out, she shuddered and squirted again.

Collapsed on the bed, buttocks raised, trembling, Miyako wouldn’t be getting up soon.

I rested, gazing at her provocative naked body, too tired from five ejaculations to move. With masturbation, I could move after ten, but sex is exhausting. Or maybe it depends on the partner? Youko and Runa didn’t tire me this much, but Reiran-san and the maids here use their vaginal walls to milk intensely.

After five minutes, I felt ready to move, so I grabbed a towel from the closet and wiped us both. Miyako sat up fifteen minutes later.

I decided to face the fifth maid tomorrow. There was time, but I couldn’t envision making her climax by dinner. It wasn’t about meeting a deadline, but I was mentally exhausted from pleasing Miyako, and continuing might leave the next partner unsatisfied. Half-hearted results are unavoidable, but starting knowing it’ll be half-hearted feels wrong.

I apologized to Miyako later for not confirming her consent before vaginal sex. Anal was to make her climax, but proceeding to procreative sex without permission was wrong—potentially non-consensual.

But Miyako smiled gently and forgave me, saying, “Clan women rarely refuse you, Akira.”

Even so, as a man, forcing myself on a woman is wrong. If she initiates, fine, but I need to confirm consent when I take the lead.

Until dinner, I wore sweats and explored the mansion grounds.

Besides the main residence, there were other buildings—smaller residences where Oshika men lived with their wives without leaving the estate. They’re large but seem modest compared to the main mansion. It’s easy to lose perspective on normalcy.

Two such residences stand empty, maintained but unoccupied.

There’s also a large hall where Hikaru’s funeral was held. The mansion has a hall, but this larger one is used when space is tight. As a major corporate group, the Oshika clan likely hosts large gatherings, like Hikaru’s funeral.

I doubt we’ll use the hall soon. As a high schooler (equivalent), I’m not hosting industry bigwigs anytime soon.

There’s a large outdoor pool and an indoor heated pool using cooled hot spring water, available year-round. I’m more indoorsy, but I might try it.

There are also garages and storage sheds, less relevant to me, though as the master, I suppose they’re not entirely irrelevant.

The estate is divided by four wide roads from the east, west, south, and north gates to the mansion, with walking paths lined with flowerbeds and trees. It’s a pleasant place to stroll on nice days.

Resting pavilions along the paths prevent fatigue, and small forests and ponds make it better than most parks.

Beyond the one-kilometer-radius Oshika estate lies a 2.5-kilometer donut-shaped area owned by the eight main branch families. Maids travel between these estates for work, but the distance is significant.

Electric stand-up scooters and small carts are provided for transport—scooters for regular use, carts for heavy loads or bad weather.

I never imagined living in such a vast, comfortable place, let alone owning it. Technically, it’s under a management company, not my personal asset, but effectively, it’s mine. It’s surreal.

My role is to provide heirs, and since the women are here, I can live here. That’s how I’ll think of it.

…Wait. Two days ago, Reiran-san said it’s a harem life, but isn’t this a stud life? Oshika, so maybe a stag life?

Whatever. Living here increases my chances of achieving my goals compared to my old life. I’ll keep at it, dreaming of that day.

The sun was setting. To avoid the dark, I headed back to the mansion. Unlike inside, you can always see the mansion outside, so no need for a guide.

Thinking of tomorrow, I walked toward the residence.