CHAPTER 42: INSTANT THREESOME POTENTIAL...

Akira undid his pants with his free hand, freeing his thick cock.

It sprang out, throbbing with the need to claim her, to fill her up. He positioned himself behind her, rubbing the tip up and down her wet folds, coating himself in her juices, and teasing her entrance until she whimpered.

"Say it," he commanded in a low voice, pressing just the head inside, stretching her opening, but not giving her more. "Say you’re mine."

"I’m yours!" Mia cried out, pushing back desperately, trying to take him deeper. "I’m yours, Akira! Only yours... now fuck me!"

He thrust into her in one smooth, brutal motion, burying himself to the hilt in her tight, wet heat.

Mia’s pussy clenched around him immediately, her walls fluttering and gripping every inch as she screamed in pleasure.

"Fuck!" Her hands slapped against the cold wall for support, nails scratching the painted surface as her body adjusted to the sudden fullness. "Oh God, you’re so big! I forgot how you split me open the other time... feels like you’re tearing me apart!"

Akira gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, fingers sinking into the soft, yielding flesh as he started moving, setting a punishing rhythm.

He started with slow, deep strokes, allowing her to acclimate, savouring the feeling of his thick shaft stretching her wide.

"You like that, don’t you?" he growled, leaning close enough to feel her hot breath on his neck. "That feeling of being absolutely filled? That’s what it means to be mine, Mia."

"Yes... I love it! Don’t stop!" she pleaded, hips bucking frantically to meet his powerful thrusts.

He obliged, moving smoothly from deep and slow to powerful, piston-like pumps that slammed her against the wall with every stroke.

Each impact sent a shockwave of pleasure through her, the wet, obscene sounds echoing loudly in the quiet gym. His balls slapped her clit with wet smacks, driving her deeper into arousal.

Her pussy was scorching hot, juices dripping down his shaft, coating him in a sweet, sticky layer as he pounded her relentlessly.

Akira spun her around without breaking connection and slammed her back against the wall, now facing him. He lifted one of her legs, wrapping it around his hip, forcing her to bear down on his cock even harder.

"Look at me," he commanded, his eyes burning with dominance.

Mia stared up at him, her vision blurry with tears of pleasure and the residual anger that had morphed into pure submission. Her shirt was rumpled, her breasts were mashed against her chest, and her face was flushed a violent red.

"You came for me," he repeated. "You wanted this more than anything."

"I did! I want you inside me! All the time!" she gasped, grabbing his shoulders, desperate to hold on as he worked her body.

He leaned in, crushing her mouth with a devouring, needy kiss, thrusting his tongue deep into her while he continued to hammer her tight core. The intensity was overwhelming. She tasted her own desperation and his dominant power on her tongue.

He pulled back, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Now, show me how much you missed it."

He reached around, sliding a hand under her shirt to grab one breast, squeezing roughly, pinching the stiff nipple until she sobbed. His other hand found her clit, rubbing fast circles that made her walls clamp tighter, milking his cock with every thrust.

"You’re special because you’re here," he growled against her neck, biting down on the sensitive skin. "Because you came for me. Because this tight hole only answers to my cock...feel how it sucks me in?"

"Yesss!" she sobbed as the pleasure overwhelmed her, pussy gushing around him as the first orgasm built fast. "I was made for you! Only you! Fuck, I’m going to... I’m cumming... Akira!"

Her body seized, walls spasming wildly around his shaft, squeezing and squirting hot juices that soaked his balls and streamed down the wall.

Akira didn’t slow down; he kept thrusting in and out of her, fucking her through the climax, the wet sounds growing louder as her cum dripped down her thighs and pooled on the polished floor.

He flipped her quickly, slamming her back against the wall, this time pressing his chest against her back, keeping her pinned. He grabbed a handful of her hair, tilting her head back to expose her neck, and shifted the angle of his thrusts, hitting a new, deeper spot.

"Another one," he demanded, his voice dropping to a gravelly command. "You’re going to scream again, just for me, Mia."

The new angle was devastating. She let out a series of high-pitched, broken screams, the sound bouncing off the high ceiling of the empty gym.

"That’s it, scream my name! Let everyone hear you’re mine!"

"Akira! Oh God, yes, Akira! I can’t... too much!" Her hips slammed back into his, completely out of control, desperate to absorb every last inch of his cock.

Just then, Akira felt a presence. Looking up, he saw that the gym door was slightly ajar, the black space of the hallway visible. He didn’t bother; he just kept pounding into Mia’s tight, convulsing heat, driving her towards a shattering second peak.

Then, his eyes caught a movement in the hallway, and there she was.

Yuki Hayashi stood frozen in the doorway, his shirt clutched tightly in her shaking hands. She must have come back to return it properly, or maybe to talk, but the look on her face was one of pure, devastating shock and heartbreak.

Ai’s voice purred in Akira’s mind. "Oh, darling, looks like you’ve got an audience. Yuki’s affinity just tanked... poor thing’s heartbroken. But that wet spot between her thighs? She’s hooked. Quick choice: Chase her down and claim her right there in the hall? Or let her stew, build that desperate need until she comes begging?"

[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION: CHOICE AVAILABLE]

[A: Pursue Yuki – High risk, instant threesome potential, +150 PP]

[B: Ignore and finish with Mia – Safe, deepen yandere bond, +80 PP]