CHAPTER 36: CHAPTER 36: NAUGHTY TIME WITH RIKA(II)

Her pussy clenched around me like a vice, dragging me deeper with every thrust. Each wet slap echoed through the quiet room, mixing with her moans that grew louder, higher, shameless.

Her lips trembled against my ear. "Renji... I... I can’t—ahhh!"

"You can." My hand slid up, gripping her throat—not choking, but holding, controlling. Her eyes widened, pupils blown with lust as she stared up at me, powerless, beautiful. "You’re mine right now, Rika. All mine. Say it."

Her nails clawed down my back, her hips grinding against mine, her body begging even as her pride resisted. "I... I—ahh! Renji, please...!"

I thrust harder, pinning her to the wall, the force making her breasts bounce under her blouse. Her head slammed lightly against the wall with each rhythm, her moans spilling without restraint.

"Say it." My voice was a growl, primal, commanding.

Her mouth opened, a desperate cry breaking free. "I’m yours! Fuck, Renji—I’m yours!"

That confession sent fire roaring through my veins. I claimed her lips, devouring her mouth as I pounded into her harder, faster, deeper. She moaned into the kiss, every sound vibrating against my tongue.

Her pussy clamped tight, her legs trembling around my waist. She was close, her body shaking violently with each thrust. My fingers moved from her throat to her clit, rubbing circles with ruthless precision.

The combination shattered her.

Her scream tore through the room, loud, broken, beautiful. "Renjiiiiii!"

Her body convulsed, juices flooding around my cock as her orgasm ripped her apart. Her pussy spasmed wildly, milking me, pulling me deeper. She shook in my arms, nails digging so deep into my shoulders that they nearly broke skin.

I didn’t stop.

Even as her orgasm crashed through her, I kept fucking her, grinding harder, forcing her to ride the wave. Each thrust sent shockwaves through her sensitive pussy, making her moan, scream, sob.

"Too much—ahhh—it’s too much!" she cried, but her body betrayed her, hips bucking against me, begging for more.

I pulled her off the wall, carrying her to the desk. Papers scattered as I bent her over, slamming into her from behind. Her ass bounced with every thrust, her tits spilling against the wood, her face flushed and tear-streaked with pleasure.

"Renji! Fuck—yes—ahhh!"

Her moans turned into screams with every deep thrust, the sound of my cock slamming into her dripping pussy echoing like obscene music.

I grabbed her hair, pulling her head back, forcing her to arch as I whispered into her ear. "You love this. You love my cock inside you."

Her voice cracked, broken. "Yes! Fuck—yes, I love it! Don’t stop, Renji, please don’t stop!"

Her words pushed me closer, my cock throbbing, aching. I slammed into her harder, faster, the desk rattling beneath us. My balls slapped against her soaked cunt, the sound drowned out only by her screams.

Her pussy tightened again, another orgasm building too quickly. She was beyond restraint now, a woman completely undone.

"Renji—I’m cumming—ahhh, I’m cumming again!"

Her walls squeezed me so tight I nearly lost it. I groaned, thrusting deep, holding myself inside her as her body convulsed once more. Her juices spilled, dripping down her thighs, soaking the desk.

"Fuck..." I hissed, barely holding back. "You’re gonna make me cum inside you."

Her eyes widened, but instead of panic, there was pure, raw desire. She bit her lip, breathless, trembling. "Do it... Renji. Cum inside me. Fill me."

That broke me.

With a final thrust, I buried myself deep, my cock twitching violently as I released. Hot, thick cum spilled inside her, flooding her womb. She gasped, her moan melting into a scream as she felt me fill her completely.

We stayed like that, locked together, our breaths ragged, bodies trembling. My cum dripped from her pussy, leaking onto the desk, proof of everything we had just done.

Her head collapsed onto her arms, her body limp, utterly spent. I leaned over her, kissing the back of her neck, breathing against her sweaty skin.

"You’re mine now," I whispered.

Her reply came soft, broken, but filled with undeniable truth. "...Always."

The room smelled like warm skin and Rika’s perfume, faint but clinging, like even the air refused to let her go. My body was exhausted, but my mind? Wide awake. Every flicker of light from the streetlamp outside painted her face in strokes of gold and shadow, turning her into something I almost didn’t believe was mine.

She stirred against me, murmuring something half-formed in sleep, her fingers still curled faintly in my shirt. For all her sharpness in class, for all the authority she carried as a teacher, here she was—soft, vulnerable, needing me in ways she couldn’t say out loud.

The System’s voice slid in, low and teasing, but quieter than usual, like it too didn’t want to break the moment.

System (whisper): "Look at her clinging to you... poor baby doesn’t even know how deep she’s fallen. You’ve turned her world upside down, sugar."

I brushed a strand of hair from her face, careful not to wake her. My thumb lingered against her cheek, tracing the line of her jaw like I was memorizing it. Maybe I was.

I thought back to the soldier I had been. Fifty years old, hardened by war, empty in all the wrong places. Back then, intimacy wasn’t something you held onto—it was something you survived without. And yet here I was, holding a woman who made me feel like I’d been starving all that time.

"Renji..." she breathed in her sleep, voice breaking on my name like a confession.

Something inside me clenched hard. I wanted to wake her, kiss her, tell her I wasn’t going anywhere. But I stayed still, watching, listening. Sometimes silence carried more truth than words.

The System hummed again, almost purring.

System: "Your Emotional Sync is climbing again, baby. 64%... 65%... look at you two, syncing up even in sleep. That’s rare. That’s... dangerous."

Dangerous. Yeah. Because the more I sank into her, the more the line blurred between the mission, the System’s harem grind, and something real. Something terrifyingly real.

Her hand shifted in sleep, sliding lower, resting right above my chest. Like she wanted to feel the steady beat of my heart. And fuck if that didn’t undo me.

I kissed her forehead, whispering against her skin.

"I’ve got you, Rika. Always."

And maybe she didn’t hear it. Maybe it was just for me. But the faintest smile tugged at her lips, even in dreams.

The night stretched on, the world outside quiet, but inside my chest it was chaos. I could feel every inch of Rika pressed against me, the warmth of her thighs draped over mine, the rise and fall of her breath syncing with my own. Each soft exhale was like she was breathing life back into places of me I thought had died years ago.

Her hair tickled my neck, carrying that faint, addictive scent of her shampoo. I buried my nose in it, inhaling like I needed proof this wasn’t a dream. Maybe in another lifetime, a younger me would’ve second-guessed it. But now? Now I knew damn well I wasn’t letting her go.

The System broke the silence, voice quieter than usual, like it was almost... respectful.

System: "Emotional Sync at 72%. She’s drifting deeper, sugar. Deeper than she knows."

72%.

That number hit me like a bullet. I knew the System wasn’t just about lust. It had layers of emotions, bonds, the dangerous parts of love that could either make me stronger or crush me if I wasn’t careful. And Rika? She wasn’t just syncing. She was tethering herself to me.

Her hand flexed against my chest again, like she wanted reassurance even in her dreams. I covered it with mine, threading our fingers together. She stirred, eyelids fluttering half-open.

"Renji..." Her voice was hoarse, heavy with sleep, but the way she said my name, fuck—it melted me.

"I’m here," I murmured, brushing a kiss over her temple.

Her lips curved in the faintest, laziest smile, and she burrowed closer, tucking herself against me like I was the only safe place left in the world.

The soldier in me couldn’t ignore the irony. I’d spent decades surviving bullets, explosions, the screams of dying men. And yet, this? This quiet moment with her, this was the first time I actually felt like I was living.

I whispered into her hair, more to myself than to her, "You don’t even know what you’re doing to me."

The System gave a soft laugh, husky and knowing.

System: "Oh, she knows, sugar. Maybe not with her head, but her body? Her soul? They already chose you. And you... you’re falling too, aren’t you?"

I didn’t answer. Because for once, the System didn’t need me to.

The night carried us like that, skin against skin, warmth against warmth. And while the world slept outside, Rika and I drifted deeper into something dangerous, something unspoken, something I knew no amount of training could prepare me for.[P6]