Harem Of The Oshika Clan - H030 Outdoor Sex During a Walk

H030 Outdoor Sex During a Walk

“Haa, Tatsumi-san, that was amazing.”

The clothed car sex with Tatsumi-san was incredibly satisfying. I didn’t see her naked or touch her breasts, but it was still fulfilling.

“Amazing… you mean our sex?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Good. I enjoyed it too, Akira-kun.”

Despite her wild passion during, she reverted to her shy demeanor after I withdrew. That contrast is her charm, I guess.

As she quickly fixed her skirt, I pulled up my boxers and sweats. She’s probably busy—or maybe heading to sleep after her night shift? Either way, I shouldn’t keep her, so I dressed quickly, and we exited the car together.

“Um… will you do it again?” Tatsumi-san asked anxiously.

“Of course, any chance I get,” I replied eagerly, and she smiled like a clear spring sky.

“Thank you. Let’s do it again.”

With a light kiss, I resumed my walk, and she drove off slowly.

The eight major branch estates face the main roads extending from the Oshika estate’s inner gates, so this inner wall path I’m on sees little traffic. I didn’t expect to meet anyone, especially since crossing main roads takes mere seconds.

Running into Tatsumi-san was a fluke in those seconds. I wasn’t expecting to be “stolen” like that—not quite the right term, though.

If shy Tatsumi-san was that forward, other women will likely proposition me too. It’s part of being the family head. Not just part—it’s the core duty.

Tatsumi-san said something intriguing, feeling inferior about being from the Metora family. As one of the eight major branches, there’s no need for that. Combined with something I noticed in the family tree, it makes me wonder if something happened with the Metora family in the past.

…No, stop it.

I shook my head to clear the thoughts. If the digital family tree is accessible to me, it’s meant to be seen, and Reiran-san’s silence means I don’t need to know more now. With Meshi Academy’s demanding classes ahead, I can’t waste brainpower on this. Reiran-san probably knows that.

I trust Reiran-san and the clan women too much, maybe, but since meeting Mewashi-san and Rouga-san, I’ve felt no malice—no coercion or deception. I’ll keep trusting them; they’re family, after all.

Overthinking is a waste of my average brain. I’ll avoid dwelling on unnecessary things.

Walking past the Metora estate, I rested on occasional benches, then continued along the Mewashi estate. Reaching the northern road, I’d covered about half—roughly ten kilometers.

Ahead, the Meneko estate is on my right, as before, but the left fence borders the Oshika Shrine’s grounds.

The shrine, where Hikaru’s funeral was held, hosts most clan ceremonies. Its grounds are wooded, looking dense from outside but open inside to accommodate the main hall.

Walking past the Meneko estate and the shrine’s forest, I saw a figure running on the outer sidewalk across the fence. A girl, about my age, with short hair and a headband, wearing a sleeveless running shirt and spandex. Her breasts, moderately sized, didn’t jiggle much—likely secured by a sports bra.

Noticing me, she stopped opposite the fence.

“Good morning! Um, Akira-san!?”

“Morning. Yes, I’m Akira.”

“Eek! Fate! Wait there!”

She sprinted back the way she came, faster than before.

She said to wait, but since we’re going the same way, I kept walking.

I don’t recognize her—not a maid. Probably a second daughter or collateral relative from a branch family, maybe a Meshi Academy student my age.

As I walked, she appeared from the northeast outer gate, the shrine’s entrance, running full speed toward me.

“Haa, haa, phew. Nice to meet you! Shishido Yumi! Pleased to meet you!”

“Thank you for the introduction. I’m Oshika Akira.”

“I know! Meeting you here, I’m so lucky! Akira-san, have sex with me!”

“Huh?”

First meeting, mid-run, and she says that? Though Tatsumi-san was similar earlier.

“You want to have sex with me?”

“Yes!”

“Right now?”

“Yes!”

Yumi-chan’s eager expression clouded slightly.

“Um, is a sweaty girl a turn-off?”

“Not at all,” I said, dispelling her worry. I’ve never started with a sweaty woman, but sex gets sweaty anyway. With maids unbothered by my sweat in the bathhouse, rejecting hers would be selfish.

“Good! Then it’s okay, right?”

“Yeah, it’s fine.”

After Tatsumi-san, turning down Yumi-chan’s request would be unfair.

“Let’s do it now!”

As I nodded, she boldly shed her spandex, revealing a shaved vagina under the clear sky—no panties.

Lifting her left leg by the ankle, she struck a Y-shaped pose, steady despite standing on one leg, thanks to strong core muscles.

But…

“Here?”

“Yes! Please!”

Not much traffic, but still okay? Only clan members or affiliates would see us.

“Got it.”

I set my canteen on the sidewalk—hope it doesn’t overheat—shed my sweats and boxers, and approached her.

“Wait a sec.”

I supported her waist with my left hand and stroked my penis with my right. Her spread legs had me half-erect already, and it quickly grew.

“Uh… it’s big…” Yumi-chan’s eyes widened, but her stance didn’t waver.

“Will it fit?”

“It’s fine, I’m prepared.”

Prepared? For sex? How?

No point asking now, and keeping her in that pose is rude, so I’ll just go for it.

Holding her waist with my left hand, I guided my erect penis to her fresh slit, pushing the tip in.

“N, nfu.”

“Does it hurt?”

I stopped with just the glans inside. Runa and Youko found it painful.

“N, it’s fine. Keep going.”

She didn’t seem to be enduring pain. I let go of my penis, held her waist with both hands, and thrust upward.

“N, ah, aahn!”

“Nku, haa!”

Her tight vaginal walls writhed to expel me. Pushing deeper, they gripped my shaft, folds quivering. Ugh, so good.

“Nfuu, this, this is a cock, ngu!”

Yumi-chan trembled, moaning, her single supporting leg firmly grounded.

“Haa, feels good. Yumi-chan, I’m moving.”

“Yeah, do it, nn!”

Holding her waist, I began thrusting while standing.

Zussho, zussho, zussho, zussho.

Her tight vagina gradually accepted me with each thrust.

Smoother hip movements.

Pashin, pashin, pashin, pashin!

Resounding flesh slaps.

Pushu, pushu, pushu, pushu!

Juices splattering the sidewalk.

“An, an, an, an, an!”

Yumi-chan’s moans.

Sliding my penis in and out of her young vagina, I couldn’t hold back.

“Yumi-chan, I’m coming, I’m gonna come!”

“Nn, good, aah!”

“Nku!”

“Aaaaaaaah!”

Dobyushu!

Dokkun, dokkun, dokkun, dokkun, dokkun!

Her body went limp, her raised leg slipping from her hand. I caught her as she lost balance, her leg wrapping around my waist.

Dokkun, dokkun, dokkun.

My ejaculation continued. Haa, so good.

Following clothed car sex, I experienced clothed outdoor sex.