Because I Was Excluded Out of the Class Transfer, I Decided to Steal My Classmate's Lover

Chapter 93: Illustrations and a Travelling Woman

The best time to admire a woman’s body, Ran thought, was on a quiet, moonlit night.

Her silky skin is bright to be seen in the sun. A beautiful thing does not need to be illuminated by a strong light to show its full charm.

The moonlight, mixed with the dark blue of the night, penetrates the world and reflects soft and fantastic colours.

The dark blue with its pale silver hides the background in darkness, revealing only the glistening white flesh.

In the dark bedroom, Yuri’s body was slightly raised and slightly stained with cherry blossoms.

Her average boobs peeking from the rolled up sailor suit are exposed to the outside air and are just being watched by her beloved opposite sex. She puffed and asserted herself as if she was expecting something.

Her throat twitches as she tries to spit. In reaction to this, the sweat on her porcelain-white skin runs down her upturned curves in drops of beads.

As if to catch a drop of water from slipping down, Ran runs his hand up to Yuri’s thigh and kisses her shiny abdomen.

The body is soft, but not pouty, and young like a high school girl. The fresh, bare skin catches Ran’s lips gently, and they cling to each other for a few moments before parting as if to say goodbye.

He buried his face in her plump abdomen and licked up Yuri’s body with his tongue. Yuri was so tense that she didn’t show any resistance, but when she reached her limit, she twisted her body and let out a sweet voice full of pleasure.

“Ki…ri…shi…kun!”

Yuri has bared most of her body, including her breasts, neckline and lower abdomen. But to call it bare is a misnomer.

The twin-tailed black hair, which she had copied from a certain school idol, and the pink cardigan, which symbolises Fujiyoshi Yuri, have disappeared from her face.

The rose-coloured hair piece sits on the writing desk. The cardigan is on a hanger on the wall. Her black high socks are folded neatly under her pillow.

A pair of plain underwear without a hint of cuteness, as if to say, “If only I could do my job, I wouldn’t have a problem with it,” is lying on the floor, rolled up and thrown away.

Her navy blue skirt that covers the high school girl’s treasures has been driven to the edge of the bed and is about to fall off.

“You’re beautiful, Fujiyoshi-san……Very beautiful…”

Two of her classmates have stripped her down to her underwear and her only clothing is her sailor jacket.

In addition, her sailor uniform - a white sailor uniform designed for summer - was rolled up by Emi’s hands and fastened around the collarbone.

Depending on how Yuri looks at it, it could be seen as a roundabout way of humiliating her.

It would have been better if she had been stripped of everything and stripped down to nothing.

Ran wants to see them naked, but he also wants to see them in their school uniforms, and currently he’s in such a mess because of this selfish desire. The fact that her loose scarf is hanging down and only just hiding her cleavage adds to her pettiness.

She was also forced to wear this embarrassing outfit by her best friend and her lover - perhaps because she saw how excited her lover was in front of her. Yuri’s own lust has been ignited, and she wants to expose her helpless figure.

“Your nipples are erect, Yuri. Are you excited to be dressed like this?”

Emi, who is holding Yuri from behind, speaks accusingly to Yuri. By the way, she is wearing a normal school uniform. With 80% of her precious clothes taken away and her bare skin rubbing against her classmates’ uniforms, Ran wonders how Yuri feels now.

It’s not like there’s any love lost between Yuri and Emi. However, the family training does not rewrite the essence of the person who receives the ability.

It may be because they were originally through a teasing degree of contact and a dependence that could be mistaken for affection. Emi was a little excited and tried to blame Yuri together with Ran.

Emi put her hands around Yuri’s tits from behind and fondled them. Whether it tickled or felt good, Yuri was meditating and letting out a sweet, charming sound.

While Emi was working on Yuri, Ran stroked her thighs and kissed her carefully from her stomach to her navel.

“Unh, unh! Fu, Fue,Fuee,hmmm, -! Emi, Emirima, Emiri, ……”

“Who’s Emirin, again?”

Yuri is lovingly touched in two places at the same time. It’s a stimulus that is impossible to achieve with normal foreplay.

Her breasts are tortured, and her lower abdomen is kissed. The curves of her hips and thighs are carefully touched.

With her eyes closed, what is Yuri thinking - what is she fantasizing about, immersed in the current situation?

Is she fantasizing about being tortured from front to back by Ran’s alter ego? Or are she drowning in the immoral reality of being tortured by her best friend while her lover tends to her lower body?

“And yet……”

While making Yuri’s lower abdomen gooey, Ran looks up at her upper body.

Emi, her cheeks flushed and her corner of the eye flashing, is gently rubbing and unravelling Yuri’s tits. This is not the touch of a man who enjoys the sensation of touch. She kneads them as if she were wrapping them around her and does not touch the nipples. Ran wonders if Emi is comforting herself like that.

Ran’s eyes meet Emi’s. Emi blames Yuri, but in reality, she is a girl who is in love with Ran.

Even though she was seen rubbing her best friend’s breasts, Emi made no pretence of being uncomfortable.

“……What do you think, Kirishima-kun?”

On the contrary. She pulled her hand up to Yuri’s breast and moved it so that Ran could see it from below.

“Isn’t it nice to see the girls in your class getting together?”

Emi put her face to Yuri’s neck and licked it with the tip of her tongue. In response to the new stimulus, Yuri let out a cute little cry of “hiyaaaa” and shivered her limbs.

But Ran was not very interested in the caresses and actions of women.

Even though Ran knew what Emi was trying to convey, Ran had never taken the initiative to watch such a play, and he had never thought that he would like to order his harem members to play a fake yuri play.

But why? Familiar uniforms rubbing against each other, losing their shape. Curvy arms intertwining, delicate white fingers overlapping. The sight of two familiar faces, opposite sexes, locked in a lovey-dovey relationship. He can’t take his eyes off the scene of soft bodies rubbing against each other.

Is it because they are classmates, or is it because of their immoral passions?

Looking at Ran with a challenging look in her eyes, Emi licked carefully from Yuri’s neck to her chin. As if to remind him, she bites down deeply and leaves a trail of kisses down her neck.

Even if two strangers had been engaged in the same kind of play, Ran would not have felt the slightest sexual urge.

But then Ran remembered that they were Emi and Yuri, two of her healthy high school classmates who had studied together at the same school.To think that two girls, who until a few days ago had never even spoken to each other, are engrossed in a secret act.

“…… Fujiyoshi-san, …… Otomezaki-san…!”

“Hyah ……, hyahhhhh!!?”

It should be forbidden for outsiders to enter the flower garden of women. But now is not the time to say such a thing.

Even ‘Kirishima’ are flowers, so why can’t it bloom in paradise? Ran hugged Yuri’s body while her head was filled with unintelligible interpretations. Ran buried his face in Yuri’s special juxtaposed tits.

(Note: Ran ‘Kirishima’ is a type of flower, that’s why put his last name)

Emi’s hands pulled her breasts closer together and they asserted themselves just a little. Ran sucked on her buds without hesitation, feeling the tingling sensation of their marshmallow softness.

Yuri’s body jerked and shook. Forgetting even to raise her voice, Yuri melts into pleasure with her mouth half open.

Emi’s hand, which had been caressing her breast, caresses Ran’s cheek, which in a way should be in the way.

While sucking on Yuri’s tits, Emi touches his cheek. It’s a different sensation from the usual threesome, and Ran was intoxicated.

He licks the tip of her hardened bud. When Yuri’s neck and nipples are tortured at the same time, her red face twitches and she lets out a charming sound mixed with her breath.

Ran pulled his mouth away from the soaring bud. A thread of light connects him to the bud, which then breaks off. Yuri’s tits were wet with Ran’s saliva. Emi gazes at it with loving eyes and then reaches for Yuri’s breast again.

Using the viscous moisture as a lubricant, Emi rubbed her tits. This time, she didn’t hurry it, but carefully played with her fingertips on the sadly towering buds.

Yuri’s tits were softly changing shape in Emi’s hands. She was so seductive and sexy that Ran brought his mouth to Yuri’s face.

He breathed softly and licked her lips. The two eyes of Yuri, which had been meditating on the pleasure, opened thinly and arched their mouths happily.

“I like you, Fujiyoshi-san.”

“Kirishima-kun……”

She puts her hands on his shoulders and takes his lips in a flowing kiss.

Their tongues meet and they kiss each other deeply. They make love to each other with the sound of water. A bridge of love connects their lips, stirring and raising their hearts.

Yuri stares at Ran with a dreamy look in her eyes. She licked her lips as if to say, “I want you to do more,” and then turned her head and looked up shyly.

The adorable gesture tickled his instincts and he grabbed Yuri’s shoulder once more. — Suddenly, Emi cuts him.

“Let it be me next, Yuri.”

“Huh? Eh, Emirin …… Oh, wait, wait,Hmmm!”

Yuri, who was happily weakened and tired, perhaps after a deep kiss, was surprised at the sudden proposal.

Without giving her time to resist, Emi put her hand on Yuri’s cheek and brought her face closer to hers. Without even a moment’s pause, she flicked her tongue out colourfully and touched it to Yuri’s lips.

After a brief glance at Ran, Emi smiled and pressed her own lips to Yuri’s without hesitation.

The soft lips of the girls touch each other moistly - they suck each other. It was hard to keep up with the sudden phenomenon that was unfolding in front of Ran. But the one who was most surprised was, of course, Yuri herself.

-Chu, Juchu, Chuu, Chuku, Chu, Chupu~

Emi’s tongue wriggled around in her mouth, making lewd noises with her saliva. At first, Yuri was confused, but physical contact was not suitable for her. Her eyes, which had been blinding, gradually slackened, and her limbs, which had been stretched out to their full length by nervousness and bewilderment, slackened and drooped.

In between the intimate kisses, a lovely voice leaks out. Is it Yuri’s saliva, Emi’s saliva, or a mixture of both of them?

It was a scene of two female classmates locking lips and tongues in unison. It’s like watching something naughty and strangely exciting when it’s shown from a distance where Ran can even hear their breath.

“Chu, chupu, chu, u, u, u, u-hhaaaa~”

A deep kiss with Yuri, carefully performed as if a whore were sucking out the semen. Emi, the instigator, has one eye closed in satisfaction. Those who are suddenly caught up in this without explanation will not be able to accept what has happened so easily.

Yuri’s eyes were black and white, as if she still couldn’t understand what had happened.

“O, Otomezaki-san……?”

“Hmmm, …… How did it go, Kirishima-kun?”

Despite Yuri’s absent-mindedness, Emi’s expression after the kiss was one of contentment.

Her eyes narrowed happily and she caught sight of Ran’s lower abdomen. Emi’s gaze catches sight of Ran’s crotch, which has grown erect in response to their tongue kissing.

“How could any boy not like yuri play between classmates?”

“When you say it, Otomezaki-san, I can’t help but wonder if there’s a deeper meaning to it”

Ran thinks the current dialogue has the opposite meaning. He managed to get rid of his worries.

Ran sighs in his heart when asked to show her a kiss with another boy.

“No, no, Emirin,……If I don’t, I’ll become more than friends with Emirin……”

Yuri collapses and looks at the ceiling in a daze. Yuri blinked her unfocused eyes very slowly. She muttered this in a hushed voice.

It seemed that Yuri still had time to make a joking remark. Although it is certainly cute that Yuri is confused and impatient with the unexpected act. Ran didn’t want Yuri to be physically trained by another girl who was also Ran’s lover.

This is because Emi Otomezaki and Yuri Fujiyoshi belong to none other than - Ran Kirishima.

“It’s all right. We have Kirishima-kun.”

With a wet tongue peeking out, Emi gets closer and closer to Ran. Her eyes slacken and she flicks her tongue over her glasses.

A bold and sexy gesture from the normally quiet Emi. It could be that she was feeling lonely in her mouth after witnessing the kissing scene between Yuri and Ran.

Ran is drawn into a kiss with Emi. The plump, blooming lips catch Ran’s desire. The overlapping softness sucks on each other as they seek each other out, searing their instincts.

Emi’s tongue slips into Ran’s mouth. Ran wonders if the saliva that is forced into his mouth is Emi’s or if it is the residue of her and Yuri. The kiss is long and deep, with their tongues entwined in a mixture of breaths.

Emi and Ran make love madly, making lewd noises that can only be compared to those made by Yuri.

Eventually, their mouths parted without either of them realising it.

Hot breath escapes from the joint and a thread of light connects the tips of their tongues. It is a dense sprout, a bridge of love that binds them together and gives them the opportunity to raise their feelings.

The two gazed at each other hungrily, their gazes twisting feverishly. After fixing her glasses, Emi looked at Yuri, who was still weak, and then back at Ran, and then mischievously lifted her mouth.

“How did you like it, Kirishima-kun? Did you accept …… Yuri’s share of love too?”

“Otomezaki-san’s kisses felt so good. And I think I tasted a little bit of Fujiyoshi, which was strangely exciting.”

In response to Emi’s eye contact, Ran gave her honest opinion.

Yuri, who had been listening to Ran’s enraptured words, stuttered and sat up and crowded the two of them.

“Ah, ah, what’s my taste?”

Yuri looked at Emi and Ran alternately with an extremely serious gaze. Emi listened with a clear face, but Ran, the speaker, could not keep a poker face.

“You’re really cute, Fujiyoshi-san.”

“Huh. ……?”

Yuri looked at Ran with a puzzled look for a while. Realising that she had been teased, she flushed red and turned over, moaning and groaning.

Yuri covered her face and shook her head, her ears flushed.

Before Ran knew it, the rolled-up sailor suit had obeyed gravity and was in its original state, covering her stomach. But that didn’t stop her from wearing nothing on her bottom half. Sitting on the bed, Yuri’s maidenly parts were pressed against the sheets, reflecting their softness and tempting Ran without her knowledge.

When she floats her hips, saliva or love juice - a viscous liquid - connects her crotch to the sheets.

After seeing it again, Ran thinks it’s immoral and erotic to see classmates wearing only the top of their sailor uniforms.

“Kirishima-kun……”

At the same time as the voice reaches Ran - a tingling numbness runs deep into his loins.

One hand lovingly caresses the boy’s symbol, pushing up his trousers. Emi Otomezaki, who brushed her long black hair off her shoulders with her hand and transformed her quiet face into a lustrous one, she gives Ran a sweet upturned look as she grabs his crotch.

As her soft hands tormented Ran’s cock, Emi breathed hard and leaned in for a kiss.

Emi’s tongue peeked out of her small open mouth. Remembering what Emi had said during their encounter this evening, Ran reached out and carefully combed her hair.

“Are you ready for this?”

“Yes, Kirishima-kun. I don’t think I can take much more of this today.”

Emi sits on her bottom on a plateau of sheets and pretends to be defenceless. Her skirt, which reaches just below her knees, is rolled up, revealing her beautiful curves between the black high socks and pleats.

Running a hand over her slightly tinted cheeks, Emi looks expectant and wipes her face, which is flushed with excitement.

Once again, he sees the scene before him.

In the corner of the classroom, a group of people are secretly talking about their hobbies - contrary to the flamboyant and proactive high school girls, their classmates are otaku girls who are not involved in any romantic activities.

These are the girls who have been abandoned by the sun in the name of youth.

These girls are on the bed, opening their legs in a sweet way, like adolescent girls of their age - sexually uninhibited.

If they were living a normal high school life -Ran can imagine the shame on their faces and the lewdness of their dishevelled clothes.

“And to be able to see them both at the same time, it’s just too good.”

He is not only allowed to worship it. He was even allowed to taste it. Ran’s hips trembled at the realisation and his mouth twisted into a crescent moon.