Harem Of The Oshika Clan - H089 Merou Family: Like Lovers

H089 Merou Family: Like Lovers

…Exhausted. Maybe because I went from one woman to the next, ejaculating each time, it felt like it took longer than usual. But I left all four—Koto, Ai, Suzu, and Rin—sated on the bed.

How many times did I cum? Not forty, I think, but maybe thirty?

Gazing at the four naked bodies sprawled out, my consciousness sank into the abyss.

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“…san, Akira, san…”

Someone called my name, shaking my chest, and I groggily opened my eyes. A beautiful woman with long black hair in a white dress stood before me. Half her face was hidden by her hair, adding a mysterious allure that heightened her beauty.

“…Gorgeous,” I mumbled.

“Huh?” she replied, a puzzled look crossing her face.

The fog in my mind gradually cleared, her features sharpening.

“…Ren-san?” I said.

“…Yes,” she confirmed.

Right. Amidst the frenzy with the four women, I’d forgotten there was another in the Merou family—Ren, Ai’s daughter, Rin’s cousin. She came here, so the purpose must be sex, right? The night’s still young.

“Ren-san…” I reached for her neck to pull her close gently.

But Ren braced her left hand against my chest, resisting.

“Ren-san?” I asked, tilting my head.

“Akira-san, can we… change rooms?” she whispered.

From our last encounter, Ren seemed shy about being seen. That likely extends to family. The others are unconscious, but who knows when they’ll wake? I should’ve considered that.

“Oh, right. Where to?” I said, sitting up carefully to avoid waking the four. My cock, calm from sleep, twitched in anticipation of Ren.

“Follow me, please,” she said.

I slid off the bed and followed Ren, both of us naked, out of the bedroom.

Ren held my left hand with hers, leading the way. Her glossy black hair cascaded down her back, and she wore a white negligee. I’d imagined negligees as sheer, but hers was thicker, opaque silk, shimmering like her hair.

We crossed a corridor with a view outside, likely moving to another wing. No moon, just stars, but garden lamplight spilled in. The windows soon vanished, and Ren opened a door.

“Come in, please,” she said.

“My pleasure,” I replied.

The room was chic, done in monochrome, about twelve tatami mats in size. A desk, bed, and shelves furnished it—Ren’s private room, I assumed. Not very girly, but the bed’s pale pink sheets and lace-trimmed blanket added a feminine touch.

“Akira-san,” Ren said.

As the door closed softly, she moved toward me. I gently held her head with my left hand, stroking her glossy hair, closed my eyes, and kissed her.

Ren slipped her tongue into my mouth. I welcomed it, licking gently. My right hand caressed the smooth silk of her negligee, untying the front’s ribbon.

Sliding my hand inside, I touched her skin directly. Her trembling body felt precious as I stroked her waist, reaching her breast.

Small but soft, her breast quivered as my fingers brushed her hard nipple, making her body jolt.

Ren’s hand teased my crotch. Already half-erect from the kiss, my cock swelled fully in her grasp. She kneaded my balls gently, the light touch exquisite, making my rigid shaft tremble as I ravaged her mouth with my tongue.

“N, nku,” Ren moaned.

I slid my right hand from her breast, caressing downward, then around to her round butt. No bra or panties—ready for action, huh? My fingers dipped into her crevice, stroking her soft, delectable butt, distinct from her breast’s texture.

Tracing her thigh, my fingers reached her slit, already wet. I curled my middle finger, slipping it slightly inside, teasing the entrance with wet sounds.

“N, nfu, nn!” Ren writhed in my arms, moaning. Just holding and caressing, yet her aroused scent tickled my nose.

“N, nfu, Akira-san, I want you…” Ren pleaded, pulling her lips from mine, her left hand gripping my cock tightly.

“Yeah,” I said.

How could I refuse that expression? I opened her negligee, placed my hands on her shoulders, and let it slide off, pooling on the floor.

I lifted Ren, careful not to step on the negligee, and carried her naked body to the bed, setting her down beside it. I pulled back the blanket, lifted her again, and laid her on her back.

Climbing onto the bed, I brushed the hair from her face. She didn’t resist. Her scarred skin looked painful but didn’t diminish her beauty. Stunning.

I leaned down, kissed her lightly, then moved between her legs. Her slightly parted thighs opened fully as I spread her knees.

Drawn to the nectar dripping from her parted slit, I aimed my cock at her honeyed entrance.

“I’m going in,” I said.

“…Yes,” she replied.

I pressed my tip to her opening, easing in slowly.

“Ah, ah, aah, ah!” Ren moaned, her naked body trembling.

Halfway in, I leaned forward, pushing deeper, slow and steady.

“Ah, aah, ah, ah!” she gasped.

Zubu, zubu, zubu.

Her aroused pussy swallowed my cock to the base effortlessly. Without pause, I began thrusting.

Zussho, zussho, zussho.

“Ahn, ahn, ahn!” she moaned.

Her tightening walls responded to my slow rhythm, and I placed my hands on her hips, caressing her skin as I thrust.

Ren’s right side bore large scars, yet her body remained breathtakingly beautiful.

“Ahn, ahn, ahn!” she continued.

As I listened to her moans, I caressed her gently—up and down, tenderly coating her sweat-slicked skin.

Juppo, juppo, juppo.

Her vagina tightened with each thrust, its folds clinging and stroking my shaft. As my cock’s pleasure swelled, so did my body’s, my hips quickening unconsciously.

“Ahn, ahn, ahn, ahn!” she cried.

Gripping her breasts, I teased her nipples, mindful of their differing sizes, and thrust harder.

“Ku, ah, feels good, Ren-san, I’m cumming!” I groaned.

“Ahn, come, ahn, ahn!” she urged.

Pashin, pashin, pashin.

“Ku, I’m cumming!” I shouted.

Spurt!

Throb, throb, throb, throb.

“Aaah!” she screamed.

Shwaaa!

A moment after my release, Ren arched, squirting. Her flushed body shuddered.

“Ah, ah, Akira-san!” she gasped, grabbing my head with her left hand, pulling me close.

I didn’t resist, kissing her deeply. Her tongue ravaged my mouth, sucking my saliva. I reciprocated, plundering hers.

Juburu, jubu, jubu.

The flood of semen pouring into her stopped. But I wasn’t done—my cock was still eager. Ren, hungrier than me, thrust her hips upward before I could continue, lifting me and plunging my cock back into her depths.

“Nku, n, nn!” she moaned.

Her immobile right arm lay on the bed, but her left held my head firmly, her tongue lapping my inner cheeks as she thrust upward. Isn’t this usually the guy’s role? But no changing positions now.

Jupu, jubu, jubu.

Devoured by Ren, I plunged my cock deep into her again and again.

One more ejaculation didn’t sate her. We switched positions, fucking fiercely, and I poured my seed into her ravenous body countless times.