Fuyuhiko slammed the dorm door shut, his pinstripe suit jacket already tossed aside, leaving him in a rumpled white shirt and black tie. "Peko, get your ass in here. This fucking cock won't cooperate tonight, and I'm horny as hell. Don't give me that stoic bullshit—help me out, or I'll curse you into next week." His high-pitched voice cracked with vulgarity, baby face flushed deeper than his permanent blush marks.
Peko Pekoyama stood tall and composed, red eyes sharp as her hidden katana. "Young master, your language remains as colorful as ever. Yet your request is clear." She unstrapped her case, revealing not just the shinai but a sleek harness beneath her sailor uniform. With deliberate grace, she revealed the large strap-on—ten inches of firm promise. "I came prepared. You thought my fingers were mere prep? Foolish. This will serve you properly."
"What the— a strap-on? You sneaky swordswoman!" Fuyuhiko sputtered, gold eyes widening, but his slim frame betrayed him as he grew hard at the sight. "Fine, but if you think I'm some virgin pushover, think again. Make it count, Peko."
Peko's lips curved faintly, strong and unyielding. "As you wish. Strip and bend for me—no arguments." She shed her uniform top, exposing pale skin, her own pussy already wet and dripping with anticipation, but her focus remained on him. She slicked the dildo, pressing it against his ass as he knelt on the bed, cursing up a storm. "Shit, that's cold—fuck, Peko, go easy at first, you hear?"
"Gentle, yes. But you will ask for more," she replied, voice steady and commanding. She eased in slowly, her hands gripping his, anchoring his thrashing form. Fuyuhiko panted, sweating, his cock rock-hard and leaking. "Damn it, deeper—harder, Peko! Your tool feels too fucking good!"
She thrust with controlled power, service top in full command, her braids swaying. "Louder, young master? Your legs shake already—stuttering so soon?" His moans escalated, high-pitched curses mixing with pleas. "Peko—fuck—I'm gonna—" She held his hands tighter as his body tensed, orgasm exploding intensely; he came hard, squirting across the sheets, cum dripping while he panted and thrashed, anchored only by her unyielding grip.
"There," Peko murmured, still moving gently through his aftershocks. "Stronger than any yakuza code."
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