With her blouse open, Riko's pink lace bra becomes a focal point, a delicate barrier that Hiro's eyes immediately seize upon. He notices how the sheer lace barely contains the fullness of her D-cup breasts, hinting at the luscious flesh beneath. His gaze drops, almost imperceptibly, to her legs. In their struggle, her short skirt has ridden up, exposing the smooth, toned expanse of her upper thighs, leading provocatively towards the hidden delta. She's half-exposed, her top undone, her lower body hinted at.
"Is pink your favorite, Riko-chan?" Hiro asks, his voice a low, suggestive purr, his eyes locked on the lace. "Like your bra... and your panty?" The implication is clear, a direct, knowing question that strips away any remaining pretense of innocence.
Riko's face burns crimson. Her hands fly up, a desperate, futile attempt to cross her arms over her exposed chest, to shield herself from his devouring gaze. "Hiro-kun, please!" she whispers, her voice thick with shame, her movements clumsy in her distress.
But Hiro is relentless. His hand, already on her breast, moves with a swift, decisive motion. He grabs the loosened bra, pulling it down and off her, silencing her protests with the shocking speed of his action.
A gasp escapes Riko's lips as the last barrier falls away. Her nude top is now fully exposed, a breathtaking, raw display of her alluring beauty. Her D-cup breasts, freed from their confinement, seem to swell even fuller, their perfectly rounded shape now entirely visible. Her nipples, already hardened, stand out in sharp relief, tiny, sensitive peaks begging for attention. The soft, unblemished skin of her cleavage glows, a tempting valley leading down to the subtle indentation of her sternum. Her shoulders, usually held with such elegant rigidity, now seem more delicate, more vulnerable, framing the exquisite contours of her chest. Every curve, every line, every inch of her bare upper body is a testament to the lustful perfection he has stripped bare.
Hiro's eyes devour Riko's nude top, lingering on the full, exposed curve of her breasts, the tautness of her nipples. His grin widens, a look of raw, unbridled triumph. "My god, Riko-chan," he breathes, his voice a low, thick growl, "this is what everyone's been hungry for. Everyone wants to see this, to touch you like this. And now, I'm the one who gets to." His words are a direct, brutal acknowledgment of the collective male desire for her, making her exposure feel even more profound.
Riko's hands instinctively fly up, a desperate, futile attempt to cross her arms over her now completely bare breasts, shielding herself from Hiro's devouring gaze. "Hiro-kun," she whispers, her voice thick with shame, "you should be satisfied now. Please."
Hiro chuckles, a low, dismissive sound. He reaches out, his fingers gently, but firmly, prying her arms away from her chest, exposing her C-cup breasts once more. "Don't be shy, Riko-chan," he purrs, his eyes tracing the curves of her chest. "We're in a relationship now, aren't we? It's perfectly normal for a man to admire his girlfriend's beauty, especially her hidden secrets." He emphasizes the last words, his gaze lingering on her exposed nipples.
Riko shakes her head, her face burning crimson. "It's just... this is the first time we've even properly met, Hiro-kun," she murmurs, her voice barely audible. "I'm not comfortable. I need time."
Hiro's smile tightens, a flicker of impatience in his eyes. He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a low, chilling whisper. "Time? We don't have time, Riko-chan. Remember Sumi's photos? Remember what's at stake?" He pauses, letting his words hang in the air, a cold reminder of his leverage. "But," he adds, his voice softening deceptively, "I'm a very understanding boyfriend. I can be patient... if you follow my words." His gaze sweeps over her, lingering on her exposed form, the implicit demand clear.
Hiro's smile deepens, a predatory glint in his eyes. "Just a few more minutes, Riko-chan," he purrs, his voice a low, seductive whisper. "Let me truly enjoy these beautiful secrets of yours. And then... I'll stop for today. You have my word."
Riko's breath hitches, a silent plea escaping her lips. Her gaze darts away, unable to meet his, but her body remains still, a trembling testament to her unwilling acceptance.
His hands, already on her bare breasts, begin their deliberate exploration. His thumbs, rough yet insistent, brush over her nipples, which immediately harden into tight, sensitive beads, an involuntary response that sends a jolt of humiliating heat through her. He feels the surprising fullness of her D-cups, the yielding softness beneath his palms, a sensation he's long fantasized about.
He kneads the delicate flesh, his fingers shaping her, molding her breasts to his touch. He traces the arcing curve of her underboob, then moves upward, his fingers circling the pink areolas, making them tingle with an unbearable awareness. "My god, Riko-chan," he breathes, his voice thick with raw lust, "they're even softer than I imagined. Like warm silk. Everyone talks about how untouchable you are, but this... this is pure heaven."
He pulls back slightly, admiring his work, his eyes devouring the sight of her breasts, now flushed and exquisitely sensitive from his touch. "You have no idea how long I've dreamed of seeing you like this, of feeling this. Those perfect curves, begging to be caressed. And now... they're all mine to enjoy." He leans down, his mouth tracing the line of her cleavage, teasing, promising more.
Then, with a gentle but firm pressure, he squeezes, pushing her breasts together, making them swell higher, creating a luscious mound of flesh. "Look at them, Riko-chan," he murmurs, his voice a low, seductive purr, "so round, so tempting. This is what everyone wants to see. This is what you've been hiding from the world." His words are a lewd appreciation, stripping her of dignity even as he praises her beauty.
Riko's body trembles, a silent, profound weeping from every cell. Her breath comes in shallow, ragged gasps, but she remains still, trapped in the agonizing minutes of his possessive touch.
Hiro's gaze, hot and possessive, is fixed on Riko's bare breasts. He leans down, his breath warm against her skin, and then, slowly, deliberately, his mouth closes over one of her engorged nipples. A gasp tears from Riko's throat and a sound of pure shock as his lips draw her in. He sucks, a soft, deliberate pull that sends a jolt of electrifying sensation through her entire body.
"Mmm, Riko-chan," he murmurs, his voice a low, thick growl, his mouth still latched onto her. "So delicious. Absolutely incredible. Just as sweet as I imagined." He tugs gently, testing her sensitivity, relishing the way her D-cup breast fills his mouth, its softness yielding to his insistent pull.
Riko's head lolls back against the sofa, her eyes squeezed shut, tears still tracing paths down her temples. This is the very first time she has ever allowed herself to be touched like this, to be taken so utterly, and it's all for Sumi. The thought of her sister, is the only thread she clings to, forcing her to endure this agonizing intimacy.
She knows, with a chilling certainty that settles deep in her bones, that she cannot deny him from now on.
Hiro finally pulls his mouth from Riko's breast, a soft, wet sound lingering in the air. He gently releases her, sitting up straight. "See, Riko-chan?" he says, his voice laced with satisfaction, a hint of his earlier triumph still present. "I kept my word. A few minutes. And you were a very good girl. A real girlfriend, just like we agreed." He reaches down, picking up her pink lace bra from the sofa. "As a gift for being so compliant, I'll keep this. Our little secret."
Riko's eyes snap open, her face a mask of disbelief and renewed horror. She scrambles to cover her exposed chest with her arms. "But... but how am I supposed to go back to home without my bra?" she whispers, her voice trembling, desperation creeping in.
Hiro chuckles, a low, flirty sound. He leans in, his eyes raking over her bare breasts now pressed together by her arms. "Oh, I'm sure you'll manage, Riko-chan. A little mystery never hurt anyone. Besides," he adds, his voice dropping to a suggestive purr, "it'll be a nice reminder of our little session. And trust me, it'll look incredibly sexy."
Riko, defeated, slowly tries to compose herself. She fumbles with the buttons of her blouse, her hands shaking as she attempts to close it. But the thin fabric offers little concealment. With her D-cup breasts full and unconstrained, the tight blouse only emphasizes their prominent shape, making it painfully noticeable that she's not wearing a bra. Every movement, every breath, draws attention to her exposed state beneath the fabric.
Just as she manages to button the last button, Hiro grabs her. He pulls her close to him again, her body pressing against his. Before she can fully react, he whips out his phone. "One more for the road, Riko-chan," he murmurs, his smile wide and possessive. He angles the phone, pulling her face close to his, capturing them both in the frame.
Riko instinctively tries to turn her head away, her body tensing in a last, futile attempt at hesitation. But Hiro holds her firm, his arm tightening around her waist, ensuring she's in the shot. He snaps several quick selfies, each one capturing her terrified, humiliated expression alongside his triumphant grin.
In the resulting photos, the lack of her bra is distinctly noticeable. The tight blouse clings to her full breasts, outlining their curves, and in some angles, the hardened outline of her nipples is clearly visible beneath the thin fabric. The pictures are undeniably sexy, a damning testament to Riko's vulnerability and his conquest.
Hiro reviews the photos, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He holds the phone up, making sure she can see them. "Look at you, Riko-chan," he purrs, his voice filled with possessive pride. "Absolutely stunning. I can't wait to see you at school. Everyone will be looking, and only I'll know why you look so... glowing." He sends a shiver of dread down her spine, knowing he's just captured a powerful new weapon in his arsenal of control.