Tea Time

Normally in between chapters, there is supposed to be a relatively smooth transition from one setting to another, but for your creatively bankrupt narrator here, we will just say things escalated quickly. I am trying to get to my loud Chinese twintail character.

Ichika gave Houki a command, and her Sex Note delirium invoked her to swiftly act and get the blonde British woman on her knees. Houki had some level of judo and martial arts training as a part of her life in a Kendo Dojo, after all, many martial arts tended to blend to some degree. Needless to say, it was easy to keep Cecilia pinned on her knees while Ichika walked up with the swagger of a man that knew he was about to get what he wanted. Houki had a pretty good idea what was coming, she’s lived herself, and she was happy that Cecilia was about to be shown her place.

“What is the meaning of this?! I demand answers!” Shouted Cecilia, but her outburst was silenced by Ichika’s gym shorts falling to the ground. He let himself grow hard immediately and the impressive erokami blessed phallus between his legs was resting on her face.

“I-Impossible!” Was all Cecilia could stammer. Her face had already developed a reddish hue exaggerated by her pale skin, “Not even British men are—”

This time, Cecilia was gagged by the invasion of Ichika’s cock gagging her, “Forget about British men, and lube my dick up. Trust me, you’re going to need the whole thing slicked before I get to the part where I teach you a lesson.”

Cecilia, despite her claim, had very little knowledge on the topic of sex, or why she was enjoying being used like this. What she did know, was that Houki was not making this easy on her. Houki grabbed Cecilia’s hair into her fist, and pushed the young woman’s head forward, forcing Ichika’s dick down her loud mouth until her nostrils were pressed against his lower abdomen. Robbed of her air, Cecilia grasped Ichika’s thighs desperately, her nails digging into his skin for dear life as she struggled to take all of him. Houki on the other hand, was a little disappointed that the blonde could take all of him on her first try with a little more ease than she was able to.

Ichika had very little care or understanding of the weird dynamics taking place silently between Houki and Cecilia, he just grabbed the sides of Cecilia’s head, and began thrusting to his heart’s content. He had to slow himself down from time to time, reminding himself this was not the main course, despite the temptation existing to just blow a load inside the young Brit’s mouth. It was in reality the invisible tendrils of the Sex note and the erokami that dropped it making sure Ichika was not spent by the time it came to fulfilling the latest thing written in the Sex Note.

“Cecilia Alcott will go to Ichika Orimura’s dorm tonight for her “lessons”/punishment. Ichika will ride her ass hard.”

Of course, the fact that Cecilia was perceiving these actions by Ichika as punishment for her arrogance meant an earlier entry by Ichika into the Sex Note was making her pussy supersaturate the lacy panties she had on under her skirt with juices. She would be lubed up enough, had that been the bullseye of this evening's activities. Several minutes of face fucking the young Brit, Ichika gave Houki a nod, and he pulled his member from her mouth. Houki, in her slave mode while she was within the dorm, threw Cecilia onto Ichika’s bed. Expecting a good slap on the ass, Cecilia landed on her hands and knees almost instinctually while grasping the sheets and looking back over her shoulder.

“Ichika dear, I’m sorry I challenged you so openly, but I needed to be sure you were Class Representative material.” Cecilia was on shaky limbs. Her breath hitching as Ichika crawls up behind her and grips her wrist against the small of her back.

“You made me fight for nothing.” Ichika growls. He was referring to what now seemed like a pointless duel.

Cecilia’s cheeks flush even more crimson as Ichika’s hand slides up her skirt and roughly strips her bottom of her soaked lacy panties. “You’ve been wanting this, haven’t you?”

“N-no, I—” Cecilia was initially thrilled, smiling even, until she felt Black Rod knocking on the shithole that is called the House of Commons. “I-Ichika, you wouldn’t—”

Ichika’s fingers dig into Cecilia’s hips with bruising strength as he positions himself. She gasps audibly feeling the mass of his member finally pressed against her tiny arse, his size is much larger than what stereotypes about Japanese men had prepared her for.

“Please wait! Ichika dear, I—” Cecilia’s plea falls apart as Ichika rams his well-lubed cock into her tight ass. She cries out in a cacophony of agony and pleasure as she finally gets what she’s been wanting since she challenged Ichika per his Sex Note entry—punishment. “Oh, god!”

Cecilia had a small orgasm. A small spray from her pussy landing on Ichika’s balls, and he thrust into her with an ever-increasing pace. All she could do now was whimper as he got deeper into her. Cecilia could feel the ripples of each impact across her skin up into her breasts, and even within her abdomen up into her lungs. Her proud demeanor was completely shattered as her tight ass was working hard to accommodate his cock.

“You’re… Too big—” She cried. Her refined accent nothing more than a raw moan as she grasped at the sheets below her.

Houki was just rubbing her clit like a good slave, watching. Just like she did with Maya Yamada, but this time, without the influence of the Sex note. She just felt such an action was expected of her.

“You should’ve thought about that before challenging me!” Said Ichika, doing little more than increasing his pace as he held her hips.

“Ichika dear—please. I can’t—” Cecilia was clawing helplessly at the sheets now, but the pleasure that the Sex Note entry was forcing on her was overwhelming any real protest she could conjure.

“You can. And you will.”

Wait, does Ichika really say that? I’m just a narrator, so I wanted to double-check. Did getting a Sex Note help you grow a pair, Ichika? Because realistically, Cecilia probably would’ve let you do this at any point after episode three. Anyway, let’s carry on. Ichika grabs her blonde locks and there is some screaming from Cecilia and her legs are trembling, blah blah blah, her pain from taking him in her ass bleeds into an ecstasy a virgin like her never thought possible. And now it is time to strike her where it will her hurt most, her nationality, since the show likes to make a lot of those jokes anyway.

Ichika’s free hand strikes the surface of Cecilia’s pale ass with brutish force, making her come again. A red imprint of his hand now forms on her rippling ass cheek as he pounds her. The action brought out a cute yelp from the blonde.

“Typical Brittish brat—all talk, no substance.” Ichika slaps her ass again as if to reinforce his vocalized point. This of course makes the Cecilia cry out again.

“I-I’m not—ahh!” Cecilia is slapped on the ass again before she can refute his statement.

“Thought you English were supposed to have dignity? Look at you now.” Ichika was running out of UK stuff to say, and quite frankly, he knew he could cum at any moment, so he grips her reddened flesh with even more force, and thrusts deeper.

Cecilia was a mess. Tears streaked down her face with the mascara she wore leaving evidence of the deep blowjob from earlier, and the even deeper penetration of her ass. Now the spanking. The tears now were mostly from the humiliation. The shots Ichika was taking at her nationality. Houki watching as this all unfolds, and the fact that she was experiencing pleasure from it all. Each smack of her ass created something of a miniature orgasm, and the arousal kept growing.

“Please, Ichika dear…”

“Please what? Beg properly!” He smacks her ass again. “Or is that British pride getting in the way?”

Cecilia bites her lip, riding out another miniature orgasm, “I’m sorry…” she moans.

“That’s better.” Ichika was really close now. “Now beg properly like a good little colonizer.”

“Please fill me!” Cecilia was close to her own climax as well. She could feel the build-up of a big one after a bunch of small releases. “I need it!”

From Ichika’s perspective, it was a miracle he lasted this long. Her reasoned it was probably the will of the Sex Note acting on him, making sure he got the opportunity to indeed ride Cecilia’s ass hard. Ichika cums deep inside Cecilia’s ass with one final thrust. Holding on to her hips, his whole body twitches as her paints the House of Commons white with sticky paint. Cecilia is squirting under him the whole time.

“May I come too, Master?” Houki’s plea comes out like a desperate whisper from behind Ichika. She’s been watching from behind, keenly, on the point of entry pleasuring herself. This was not Sex note behavior outside of Maya Yamada’s visits, but Ichika was too spent to ponder it. Ichika nods. Making Houki squirt too. She collapses forward on the bed after she’s done.

One abrupt ending later, Ichika passes out on Houki’s bed to avoid the soiled sheets. After stripping their soiled clothing, Houki and Cecilia join him to finally lay down and rest after a helluva session. The erokami, Ria, hovers above the trio as they sleep, satisfied with the outcome.