Once an Idol Ch. 02

All characters are 18 or older. This is a commissioned work for a patron.

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The seed has taken root. But does the Idol have competition?

Kyoto, November 2023

I pushed open the sliding doors to reveal the tatami-floored room where shoji screens diffused the soft glow of the andon lamps within, casting a warm, invitingly sensual light. I stood there naked and ready, my large, pale athlete’s body filling the doorframe in an evening silhouette. My young flesh, thick with corded muscle, my big, full-blooded cock swinging low and eager for another one of our games.

Hanako was waiting for me there, bathed in the muted lamp light and clad in a midnight blue silk kimono, patterned with subtle shades of indigo and silver threads that caught the glow. The garment was an intimate tradition that clung to her alabaster skin, its obi belt tied perfectly at her back.

Her skin, once a warm natural tone, was now a canvas of white, the traditional oshiroi powder applied with skilled precision to make an ethereal porcelain-like base. The starkness of the white enhanced the feminine beauty of her 32-year-old Japanese face, the high cheekbones more pronounced, her jawline defined and slender. Parted, full lips were painted a beni red to create a flower-bud mouth. Her eyebrows were careful strokes of charcoal-black hikimayu, while her smoldering, almond-shaped eyes were accented with kohl, their natural deep brown made darker even as they glinted with a needy, aching glow.

Hanako’s jet-black hair had been expertly pulled back into a traditional Shimada updo with delicate, ornamental kanzashi flowers, the nape of her slender neck left deliberately bare. The curves of my lover’s body were subdued under the kimono, but my lust-filled eyes knew the landscape they had explored countless times in the past months by illicit, possessive touch.

It wasn't just another cheating tryst with this married woman, my host mother. This was a special treat for my birthday – the former idol offering herself to me as a geisha, an idol of Kyoto's distant past. I had no idea that this was another performance art that she'd studied; it was like she was another person from another time. Ethereal.

The room was silent save for the soft rustle of silk as Hanako began to dance. She moved with deliberate grace as I watched, the slow, sensual motions of her hands, the flick of a wrist and turn as her fan began to unfurl, sleeves sliding back to reveal pale forearms as her hands rose above her head.

Hanako turned to present her womanly back, arms gracefully gliding to her sides, the fan held elegantly. She glanced back at me as she bent slightly forward, giving me a teasing impression of what was beneath, her round, supple ass beneath her kimono. I moved into the room as the music rose from the old entertainment system in the back, the shamisen's distinctive strumming joined by a bamboo flute. I watched her hypnotic, fluid movements, utterly consumed by the exotic display.

There was a brief break as Hanako pulled away and padded around the room as part of the dance, the silk of her kimono whispering against the bamboo. I pursued her as she continued her highly sensual motions, a Japanese beauty stalked by a big beast of a gaijin, intent on deflowering her mystique and pounding her flesh into something much more primal and obscene.

When she reached her destination, I came behind her, wrapping my strong arms around her and kissing her slender, porcelain neck. Hanako closed her eyes, a soft, delicate moan escaping her as I pressed my large frame and thickening manhood into her from behind, my hands sliding over her kimono to exert my dominance.

Hanako's body was so light and petite under my fingers as they traveled to her breasts. My vulgar cock pressed harder between her covered ass cheeks, grinding into the silk as it hardened even more, eager to get at what was underneath.

"Neisan-kun, ah, hmnnn not yet..." Hanako demurred, glancing over her shoulder with a look that was somewhere between a frown and a sultry smirk.

She stepped forward and turned, the music throbbing in its inexorable tempo, her hands moving in graceful patterns once again, always just out of reach. Hanako’s motions became more and more erotic, teasing me as she circled the room. Finally, the geisha danced forward to meet me in a crush of bodies, mine towering over hers. I leaned down to press my lips against Hanako's, kissing her deep as her small, pale hands rested on my broad shoulders, her fan tumbling to the floor. My host mother moaned and closed her eyes, surrendering to me as my hands roamed possesively along the voluptuous curves of her body.

My fingers traced the gentle swell of Hanako's taut, newly pregnant stomach, my cock throbbing turgid and full against her at the thought of our illicit child growing inside her married Japanese womb. I lingered for a moment, our foreheads resting against each other while our eyes met; hers dark and hooded, mine an intense blue.

"Musume o dakko suru no wa totemo kimochiidesu..." she whispered, biting her bottom lip. 'It feel so good to carry your daughter.'

Intoxicated with the otherworldliness of our affair, the pull of her Japanese beauty and the carnality of our strange dance, our hungry mouths met again as my hands came to knead her sensitive pregnant breasts. Hanako opened her mouth and gasped against my tongue, a shiver passing through her. I crushed her heavy teats as I kissed her deeper, my fingers sliding over the silk to thumb my lover’s engorged nipples, causing her to tremble over and over against me.

Hanako's almond eyes were filled with lust and a deep, feminine need as she looked up at me, a tremulous sigh escaping her parted red lips, quickly lost to the soft music that thrummed in the room around us. One hand still groping a breast, my other other traveled down to hike up Hanako's kimono. I felt heat and wetness against the coolness of the silk as I lifted up her layers, cupping her hairy, steaming sex with my big hand. My probing fingers curled and easily pushed her fleshy lips aside and into her needy depths, even as my big white cock drooled precum to lewdly smear and stain the silk.

"Ahn! Yessssssuu..." Hanako moaned, her hands squeezing my muscular arms as her thighs spread for me. I plunged two fingers deep inside her, feeling the tight squeeze of her Japanese pussy, so slick and wet, her silken folds clinging to me as my thumb worked her swollen, sensitive clit. Hanako rocked against my invading, slowly pumping fingers, her hips grinding against me as she threw her head back in silent, open-mouthed pleasure. Her married, pregnant cunt throbbed around my digits, rippling in an orgasm that had her choking on a whimpering cry.

"You are so fucking hot," I husked, feeling the animal inside me stir at the sight of her delicate Asian features contorted in ecstasy. Her oshiroi face, dark-eyed gaze, slack red-painted lips. I kissed her exposed throat and collarbone as I slowly serviced her, resisting the urge to simply tear her beautiful kimono off.

Hanako shuddered as the tremors of pleasure faded. She pulled away with a cute little grunt, her juices flooding her thighs in anticipation of the mating that was to come.

I took the base of my big, thick cock in my hand, stroking its length slowly as I watched Hanako continue the dance – it was such a twisted, lecherous perversion of the elegant geisha tradition. My lover was gasping softly as she continued, looking down, her long, delicate, charcoal-black eyelashes casting shadows over her cheekbones in the dim light. She turned and reached behind to slowly untie her obi, alabaster shoulders bared as the kimono glided off her skin, silk fluttering downwards to reveal the pale, smooth flesh of her back down to her waist.

She reached up to pull the kanzashi pins free, letting her hair come loose in a slow tumble of thick, jet-black waves. Hanako shifted to look at me as the kimono fully fell away, revealing her rounded belly and swollen breasts, their weight accentuated by their fullness, fattened nipples dark and engorged.

My geisha bit her full, painted lips as she kept dancing and slowly moved her hands down over the small globe of her stomach to the locus of her womanhood. The growing tuft of her Japanese pubic hair was a shock of wiry black against pale white flesh; Hanako's pussy was completely soaked, glistening against her inner thighs and down her slender legs, beckoning as her hips gyrated. She stared into my eyes as her hands roamed over her mature curves, her fat, expectant Asian mother's breasts, a dreamy smile on her porcelain face. Her small hand caressed the alabaster bump of her womb, so filled with her foreign lover's seed, our illegitimate, hafu daughter growing there in defiance of her Nihongo cuck husband's impotence.

My dick was so hard as I stared at her, pumping it, milky drops of my leaking precum pattering onto the tatami by my feet. I stepped closer, Hanako’s eyes always on mine as I took my free hand and wrapped it around the back of her neck, firmly guiding her to her knees before me, her body so light and yielding in my strong grasp. The hugeness of my white college boy penis bobbed in her face as she knelt before me. Hanako's smoky, slanted eyes reflected the vulgar sight of it, hanging in her brown irises. The former idol slowly ran her tongue across her front teeth, delicate fingers closing around my girthy, veiny shaft, the same gaijin cock that had so vigorously knocked her up. Hanako began to stroke me, her mouth opening to lap at the leaking head with an eager tongue.

In the last few months of our extremely taboo relationship, my host mother had learned how to please me and suck me off expertly despite my size. Hanako had developed a ravenous taste for my American cock and cum. She opened her mouth wider, taking me deep inside her wet mouth with a soft moan. The head of my shaft pulsated and drooled as Hanako bobbed her head on me, tongue working all the way around as she looked up with sultry eyes. It was the very best my exchange program could’ve ever offered me – this smoking hot, pregnant geisha sucking me off as she knelt in a submissive bow on the floor.

My hand went into the cascade of her loose black hair and guided her mouth as it moved back and forth, her painted flower-bud mouth sliding along my length in an obscene facsimile of an open-mouthed kiss.

Hanako purred around me, eyes closing and brow furrowing, her mouth moving with increased passion on my huge length as I applied pressure to the back of her head. She had gotten even more intense with her oral fixation on my cock since the pregnancy, even as the changes to her body grew more apparent and her cravings more urgent. I started to fuck Hanako's mouth with gentle bucks of my hips, her soft lips closing tight around me as they were pushed and pulled. Soon she broke away with strings of saliva and a lusty gasp, the slutty married mother-to-be panting for breath as she smiled up at me and jerked my dick with both her hands.

"Aaauuen...your daughter wansu to drink your cummm," Hanako whispered with a sweet little smirk, her words absolutely filthy. My fingers in her dark hair guided her back down as she took me into her mouth again. I closed my eyes and focused on the feeling, letting my head fall back, Hanako's eager, moaning blowjob becoming the entire universe. "The more cum our baby drinksu, the healthier she will be, smarter, more cute, bigger eyes..." she mumbled against me between deep suckling kisses and licks. "The larger her breast, the better her body...mmmpphh," Hanako sucked, her red-painted lips tight around my throbbing dick. "Huuoff...the sweeter her face, the better her voice."

I began to jerk and tremble in her hot little cheating mouth as Hanako's words grew more depraved, the idol-turned housewife becoming a true slut in the heat of our desire. The shamisen grew more insistent and she began sucking me off with greater urgency.

"...she will be the most beautiful hafu idol," Hanako whispered before giving a long lick up the underside of my shaft, looking up into my eyes as her mouth hung open lewdly, pregnant tits hanging heavily, swaying beneath her as she leaned forward to service me. "She will sing, dance for allu world to see and be more famous than Subarashi, ah, mmmnmm..." Hanako trailed off with a hum as her lids lowered. The married, pregnant housewife began sucking me off harder than ever, bobbing on my thick member with her hands cupped around my balls, urging me with her hot, eager little mouth. My hand tangled in her long black hair, pushing my shaft in deep.

With a loud, shuddering groan, I exploded into her mouth, the first burst of thick cum shocking her with its volume and intensity. Hanako's eyes shut tight as she started swallowing, but as I kept spurting rope after rope, it all became too much for her. Hanako gagged and choked, spitting me out with a gasp, leaving my big, glistening cock to spray cum over her pale neck, chest, and fat Japanese breasts. I grunted heavily as I shot the waning strands over her pregnant belly.

Hanako knelt below me panting, covered in my white seed, her painted mouth hanging open, cum dripping from her chin and lips as she panted for breath, staring into the sticky pools of thick, pearly cum that had stained the tatami. Her large eyes rolled up to meet mine, lids heavy. Hanako stared up at me and let out a long, breathy moan, her tongue extending to lick the cum off her red lips. My host mother was trembling as her hands squeezed my heavy, sperm-stained balls in awe, my thick cock still in her face. She breathed hard, the sound mixing with the eerie wail of the shamisen. I could only let out a low sound of male contentment, the intense pleasure of orgasm making my gaze unfocused I continued to throb and spurt a final, thick strand of white seed onto the floor. Hanako turned her cum-smeared cheek to press against my white cock and caress me with it, rubbing it against her skin in adoration, almond eyes squinting shut.

My fingers slipped from the loose cascade of Hanako’s inky black hair as she began to dutifully clean me, tongue lapping my sensitive skin, her hands and mouth worshipfully moving all along the shaft to suck away any trace of the seed she'd so lovingly milked out of me. She cleaned me slowly and sensually, with soft, sensual kisses along the head as she stared up into my eyes. Her gaze was heavy-lidded and dreamy, a faraway smile on her lips. My large hand cupped her sticky cheek, thumb rubbing away the semen I'd sprayed across her skin. Hanako kissed my palm as she stared up at me.

"Ahh...but the dance isu not finished yet..." she whispered as she slowly rose and turned, her nude, cum-smeared pregnant body swaying back against me. My 20-year-old cock quickly stirred back to life as Hanako’s hot, slick flesh pressed into mine and the music picked up again. The tempo intensified as my hands moved up the ex-idol’s silky skin, up the firm sphere of her gravid belly, squeezing and fondling her full milk-engorged tits, the hard buds of her dark, pregnant nipples grinding between my fingers.

I felt my Japanese lover’s body slowly undulate against me, her big ass arched up to gyrate into my rising shaft, movements flowing from her core. It was more of a primal mating ritual than a demure geisha dance now. It was like Hanako's body was just one big erogenous zone, her hips grinding against me with a subtle twist of her ass. She gave a little grunt, as she felt me harden, thickening and growing with the urging of her wanton body. I kissed and nibbled at Hanako’s neck as my hands mauled her sensitive flesh, my big cock bobbing and pressing between the warm wet cleft of her legs from behind. I began to thrust my hips as I hardened fully with a painful ache that ran from my base up to my bulging head. The swollen folds of Hanako’s hairy, pregnant cunt spread so easily as she rocked against me, sliding over my huge shaft. I gripped her hips and began to push forward as she bent over with a cry of pleasure. I crushed inside her, stretching Hanako’s married cunt lips painfully wide around me. I grunted as I sank my length deeper inside her, slowly filling her with my angry, demanding dick. Hanako moaned and trembled in my grasp as the shamisen played on, wailing to join in the sounds of our lewd copulation. Hanako's ass pushed back as she pulled me deeper and deeper inside her slick, hot depths, her breath coming out in harsh bursts of sound.

"Ouuu...you...are...ahh!" She choked out a breathy, strained word at a time, cradling her pregnant stomach and gripping my bicep. "Ahhn...ahhhh! Sooo...goood...haaaaaauuunn...su, Neisan…!"

Hanako trembled with desire, her legs parting to accept me as I sank my whole length into her. "Mmmn! It feelu sooo good..." Her head bowed with a deep groan of pleasure, silky black hair falling down over her shoulders. She was like a doll in my big hands, a pregnant sleeve for my giant American cock. The sight of her petite little frame bent doubled over and shuddering with each of my thrusts made the lust and dominance rise up in my blood.

I wrenched out of her and turned Hanako around then, needing to kiss her, to feel more of her. She stared into my eyes in abject desire, lips opening against mine and kissing me back as we moved, face to face again, our bodies fused together. Hanako's teats dragged against the firm muscle of my chest as I picked her up easily, her body so light in my arms, my big white cock standing slick with our shared desire between us. I could feel Hanako’s heart racing, tits bouncing as I moved her, holding her under her thighs and carrying her, our bodies undulating as one. Hanako's hand snaked down to take my big dick in her fingers, straining to get it back inside her. With a growl of need, I lowered my woman onto it, sinking into her married Japanese cunt. The shamisen grew wilder as our hips ground against each other. I felt like a huge, hulking beast fucking myself deeper and deeper into this ripe, feminine vessel, her womb already swollen and growing with our sin.

"Motto tsuyoku shite! Mottooooouuuhh!"

Hanako's cries rose louder and more desperate as her ass began to slap against my pelvis at an even more urgent pace, clinging to me with her arms wrapped around the back of my neck. Her eyes shut as she pressed her temple against the side of mine. I pinned her back up against the wall of the room with a shake of the shoji frame while she gripped my neck, riding me like a feral creature in my arms, our hips working fast and frantic. She whimpered and gasped as she felt my cock slam brutally inside of her, savaging her well-used Asian cunt. The shamisen became almost unbearable, a feverish, crescendo wail of strings, and the heat of our coupling seemed to grow inside her, making the walls of Hanako's pussy ripple and clench. She cried out in incoherent Japanese, the intensity was overwhelming as I felt my shaft swell so hard that I thought I would burst. My hips worked up into her in an uncontrollable animal rut.

"Hana, I'm gonna cum...!" I gasped as I fucked her hard up against the wall, her heavy, cum-stained breasts and big dark nipples bouncing before me and her tight cunt milking my cock with rippling spasms. I grunted as she clung to me and wrapped her legs around me tightly, pulling my length as deep as I could go. I grunted as my hips worked into her tight pregnant pussy, her body squeezing mine so tightly, the walls of her cunt clutching me with urgent need.

"Nnnaaaah, haa...aaaahhn! Watashi no naka ni dasi te! Aaahhh! Aaaaiiiieeee!!! Cum in meeee!" she gasped. "IKU! Fuuck! I…KUuuu!" Hanako gave a long, loud, shuddering scream, her body trembling against mine as my dick was strangled by the walls of her hot, squeezing cunt. My hands gripped her round ass tight, and as I thrust myself up against the plug of her cervix and filled her with a torrent of hot cum.

I grazed my teeth over Hanako’s pale throat while she cried out, grunting as I kept emptying my seed to splash against her cervix. Hanako trembled weakly, her mouth open, moan trailing off into a hoarse whine. My seed pulsed again and again, coating the inside of her fertile, cheating pussy in a hot, sticky bath that overflowed dripping out onto the tatami mat.

"Nnngaaah...soo hot...your young cum...aah!" Her breath was hot in my ear as I held her in my strong arms. The shamisen died down as my last shots finished pulsing inside her. Our bodies went still in the sudden quiet and we gasped and breathed. The air stank of sex.

It was so otherworldly, so unreal, my young, corn-fed Wisconsin dick spent inside this unbelievably hot and horny Japanese housewife who I'd been having unprotected extramarital sex with for months; unwittingly, stupidly, joyously led by my dick into breeding her.

I broke away from our kiss to gasp and gulp down air as Hanako slid off of my big dick, her growing tits pressing to my chest as she gave a satisfied shudder and her pussy dripped my seed onto the floor. I pulled Hanako's sweaty, sex-scented body close and breathed in the fragrance of her hair.

"Aaaaauuuu..." she let out a satisfied moan. “Happy Birthday, my bigu bigu boy…”

I walked us over to the futon to rest, her leaning heavily against me. I placed my big palm over her rounding belly, looking at it in wonder and apprehension.

"Sato's gonna notice this soon." I stated the obvious.

"I know," Hanako agreed. She raised her head to stare at me. Her post-orgasmic gaze made it look like she was stoned out of her mind, the faintest little smile playing at the edges of her painted lips.

"What are we gonna do?" I sighed. My Japanese lover moved a hand up my strong, bare arm and rubbed her nose against me.

"Don'tu worry so much, Neisan-kun," Hanako said. Her dark almond eyes turned to gimlets as her cheshire smile grew. I wasn't so sure, and my concern must have shown. Hanako reached out and caressed my cheek tenderly with the tips of her fingers, smiling with a knowing look in her eyes. She looked so much more mature than I was in that moment, more like the host mother she was supposed to be.

"Don'tu you trust me?" she asked. I looked at her in disbelief. Hanako just gave another of her languid mother-to-be hums and pecked my lips with a quick kiss, her eyes holding mine lovingly but firmly. "No worry. You willu see."

Hanako’s wide smile was infectious, and I let my doubts slip away, choosing to believe her, and she wrapped her arms around my neck again and leaned her head against mine to snuggle me. The tender moment turned obscene as the grotesque amount of cum I'd pumped into her began to ooze out from between her legs to puddle onto the bed. Hanako moaned softly in my ear and tittered, sidling closer to press the cum-drenched folds of her cunt enticingly up against the thick shaft of my cock, her cum-stained nipples sliding across the firm wall of my chest.

"Just one more time then..." I groaned, and I slid back inside her as she laughed into our kiss and rolled back into the pillows to ride my hard dick again in that insatiable way of hers.

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I was 20 years old now and it was nearing the end of my first semester abroad in Kyoto, Japan. My life in the exchange program, which had started out innocently enough, had turned into the constant surrealness of a waking wet dream. It was like my life had gone from an ordinary existence in Kenosha, Wisconsin, to a living porno, or a hentai doujin or something. I'd lost my virginity to my own host mother; naive and inexperienced and awakened to the uncontrollable needs of my manhood and Hanako's perpetually receptive married cunt.

I knew deep down she'd taken advantage of me. She'd coerced me into unwittingly impregnating her in order to get a hafu child by a foreigner, all because her limp-dicked cuck of a husband was too impotent to get the job done. But despite my fears, despite the risks, despite the consequences...I was so hopelessly addicted to Hanako that I'd kept right on fucking her. It had gotten to the point that I just didn’t care about anything except having sex with her. I knew I was supposed to see the sights. Make some new friends. Learn the language. Immerse myself in the local culture. And yeah, I'd been doing all of the above, but mostly with Hanako’s body, fucking her brains out every single night for four months.

Hanako was so baby crazy, so insatiable and demanding, it had made her into my personal sex goddess, a true Asian slut that I just couldn't resist. Her apparent fetish for pregnancy was slowly becoming mine. Whenever we were alone, the ex-idol's love for the size of my huge white cock drove the forbidden relationship that was now a deeply-rooted addiction in our blood.

No one back home would believe the kinds of things we did together. Hanako’s insatiable demands were making me feel more like an adult, and even though I was still pretty new at sex, my stamina was growing to the point that it felt like we fucked nonstop whenever Hanako's husband wasn't around – and sometimes even when he was. The worst was a few weeks ago when the ex-idol’s pregnancy hormones were raging; she'd broken out the sake after a family meal and kept serving Sato more and more, all while extending her leg underneath the table for a constant, clandestine caress of my crotch with her soft foot. When she’d finally got her husband so drunk she had to help him into their futon to collapse, Hanako dragged me into their bedroom after with a wild look, riding me to orgasm on their marital bed while Sato slept comatose just a few feet away.

It was almost too crazy to believe. But her pale, rounding belly and fattened breasts, growing heavy with the child we made together was a constant reminder that filled me with unease and buried fear that always swiftly gave way to lust. It had all gotten out of hand, and I had no idea where it was all going. Hanako just seemed pleased to have me as her kept gaijin boyfriend, or white breeding stud, or whatever I was to her. It had been so long already, and there was still no sign of Hanako’s balding, beady-eyed excuse of a husband ever finding out. It felt like we'd been getting away with murder under the same roof, like through his neglect and obliviousness, Sato had surrendered his wife to me without a fight. It made me feel like a fucking alpha, but also a horrible fucking person.

Every time I talked to Maddie, I wanted to say something. She was my closest friend and confidant. She'd even hinted more than a few times about her own feelings, about being unhappy with Tyler, but I kept quiet, and it hurt me to hold back on her. Maddie Anderson was one of the few things I really missed back home.

I was sitting in my room on my futon with my laptop in the morning, enjoying that all-too-brief window of time when Maddie and I were both online on opposite sides of the world. It was night in Wisconsin, so the lights were low and her cute face filled the screen. Mads was your average skinny-ass teenage otaku white girl, petite and pale with large blue eyes, a narrow, heart-shaped face with an upturned nose, her cupid's bow lips in a perpetual impish smirk. She had spiky, bubblegum-dyed hair and always wore her glasses and a pair of bulky headphones. Maddie was rocking a white t-shirt and an old blue hoodie that hung open off her shoulders, showing off her slim, girlish figure with smallish, perky breasts and a cute round little butt.

Sometimes Maddie gave me a preview of the latest cosplay she'd been working on. Making her own costumes and props and dressing up had been a huge thing for her since high school. Mads even had her own cosplay Instagram account with a pretty decent following. It wasn't really my thing, but I had to admit, she was a freaking artist. I'd never seen anyone get into the details the way she did, and her outfits were incredible. She was obsessed with anime, comics, fantasy books and movies – all that shit, so when we were hanging out together back in the day, it was kind of cool to get the chance to see what all the fuss was about. Maddie transformed herself pretty convincingly into anime characters like Nezoku from Demon Slayer, Attack on Titan's Mikasa, and Power from Chainsaw Man. She confided in me that people actually paid her money on Ko-fi, which was how she financed all her cosplays.

I mean, at least it wasn't OnlyFans.

Maddie had this playful little look in her eyes as she tried to charm me with her adorably frenetic, nerdy energy – running her mouth at a mile a minute.

"Dude, did you see the trailer for Shogun yet?" Maddie grinned, her body practically thrumming with enthusiasm. "It looks siiiiiiick! It’s got Hiroyuki Sanada, who’s in everything Japanese but he’s soo hot, and the fight scenes are like *muah* and the costumes are insane…"

I could tell Maddie was eager to leap off into some weeb girl disseration, to continue to live her Japanese dreams through me, but I just wasn't into it. I mean, shit, I was basically living the plot of Shogun out here in real-time, wasn't I? Now that I was alone and with someone I trusted, I couldn't stop thinking about what I was gonna do with Hanako. How long it could last. The ex-idol was a selfish creature that only seemed to live in the moment. Whenever I tried to talk to her about what would come after, about how to make it all work with the pregnancy, with Sato... she just told me to trust her. But that wasn’t good enough anymore as she turned more and more into a pregnant woman.  “...It’s like that time we were playing Samurai Showdown on MAME and you were Ukyo and you did that hilarious thing with the apple and I was Charlotte –” Maddie kept going, lurching chaotically from topic to topic in her wonderfully neurotic stream of consciousness.

"Uh, actually, Mads, I…kinda…wanna get something off my chest," I started. My best friend gave a look of surprise, a tiny wrinkle forming in the bridge of her cute nose, as if she hadn't expected this serious side of me during one of our WhatsApps.

"Well, yeah, me too!" Maddie suddenly cut in, taking all the momentum that I’d worked up. "Actually two things. First, I um...broke up with Tyler." She paused to gauge my shocked reaction with a press of her tongue inside her cheek, brows furrowed in a moment of real vulnerability.

"Oh." I said awkwardly.

"Yeah. It's a long story." Maddie bit her lower lip and gave a cute little shrug, her shoulders pulling in. Behind her lenses, the big blue eyes that were lit up with the expectant hope that I would say something more quickly blinked and looked away.

"Uhm,” I tried to recover. “I'm really sorry, Mads. That sucks."

"It's okay," she frowned. "He was turning into kind of a douche, like, you know. He wasn't supportive of me going for the exchange program at all. Or anything, really, outside of working at the hobby shop. It's cool though. I mean, we're still friends, so it's not a big deal or anything. I still see him on Fortnite and Hearthstone and shit."

Maddie smiled and it seemed like she was okay on the surface, but it bothered me how she always put a positive spin on things. It was what made her such a great friend, always optimistic, and fun, but it was so hard to get to the real Maddie underneath all the spazzy otaku energy and jokes and cosplay.

"You find a girl over there yet?" Maddie asked, grinning some between her ringed fingers as she leaned on a fist, even though her eyes seemed hesitant.

I thought about telling her the truth. Wanted to. But as she stared at me, waiting, the words just didn't come out.

"Nah, just been busy with my studies, you know." I lied.

"Oooohhh my goooood you are such a loser, you know that?" Maddie puffed out her cheeks with exasperation. "Seriously? You've been there for months. There's tons of cute girls, Nathan. It’s fucking JAPAN. You can't tell me you haven't been checking them out at least?"

"Well, yeah, of course I have, you perv," I countered, going on the defensive. "But they're like me, they're super shy. And I don't know if they want to go out with a big dorky gaijin."

Maddie shook her head. "That is just so dumb. I bet you're still a virgin. Are you? ARE YOU?" She gave me a look that seemed to pierce right through me and I started to sweat. "Oh my god, Nathan,” she complained. “I don't understand you!"

"Life's not like one of your crazy mangas," I sighed, although in my case, it really kind of was.

"I'm seriously gonna straighten you out, dude," Maddie promised, smacking her fist into her palm playfully. "You gotta take that shit like a bandaid and just rip it off! I'll be your winggirl and get you a hot date."

"Haha, oh yeah? How're you gonna do that?" I chuckled as I raised a brow.

"OH and that brings me to the second thing!" Maddie's excitement came back in full force, that jubillant spark returning to her eyes. "So I kept working on my Japanese and applying to the exchange program and I saw the dean and the head of International House and FINALLY I got in!" she practically squealed with happiness. I could feel the girl’s giddiness from halfway around the world.

"You did! Holy crap, Mads!" I cheered. She gave a proud grin and threw out a pair of victory vs, striking a pose. I had a sudden rush of gratitude to hear her good news, to be able to feel like there were still normal, everyday things that I could be excited about, despite all of the other fucked up stuff in my life. It would be amazing for Maddie to be in Kyoto University with me, someone I trusted and could confide in. I’d been keeping my relationship with Hanako bottled up inside, and I seriously needed a lifeline to figure it out.

"You'll have to help me with my Japanese and everything!" Maddie urged, twisting her mouth into a sideways pout of her bottom lip. She looked like such a nerdy cutie, even more so than usual. "Okay, your turn!" Maddie chirped, leaning in towards her laptop's webcam so that her face was grossly distorted and took up the entire window. Just her quirked lips and mouth, and then a giant blue eyeball with her single eyebrow stud. "Tellll meeeeee!"

"Uh, it's kind of a long story too..." I trailed off, chickening out again. "I'll tell you when you get here." Maddie looked annoyed but seemed to accept that.

"Well, that's good because I'M COMING IN LESS THAN A MONTH, BABY!"

"Do you have a host family picked out, or are you doing dorms?" I asked.

Maddie seemed to light up as she went on a new roll. " thought maybe I would just do the dorm for now, unless you got a spare room in that sweet ninja village you live in." She made a few ninjitsu moves with her hands. "I gotta meet your host family. Oh, and I'll have to check out all of the maid cafes and the comic shops and stuff in Denden..."

Meet my host family? Maybe this wasn’t such a good thing, I realized with a sinking feeling. I was already in way over my head and here I was about to bring Maddie into it all.

***

The weeks went by, filled with the sex-crazed, irresistible cheating pleasures that were a constant part of my life with a horny, pregnant Japanese housewife. I decided to stay in Kanose for winter break  instead of going back to the States to visit my Grandma and my friends at UW. Maybe it was out of some misplaced sense of responsibility towards Hanako and our child, but if I was being honest with myself, it was just so we could keep fucking. I found myself being a very different kind of Nathan in the new, depraved world Hanako was leading me into. I was almost like an entirely different person when I was alone with her. Dominant. Powerful. In charge. Something primal, like her mate or something, where I didn't think with anything but my over-eager dick.

When I wasn't with Hanako, I still tried my best to be that nice, normal, nerdy American that people were comfortable being around, who still made new friends and got through each day like any other normal kid, but sometimes I felt like that beast was just underneath, ready to come out. There was just some new presence and confidence I seemed to give off, and it drew people in, especially Japanese girls. I didn't do anything sexual with them, but I always had some hanging around me, trying to be friends, trying to practice their English or meet up outside of class. But all I could see was their naked bodies intertwined with mine as I undressed them with my eyes, their faces contorted in pleasure, almond eyes squeezed shut. Being apart from females of my own kind, I was starting to naturally become more attracted to Japanese women. My whole outlook on relationships, on sex, and especially females, was shifting. Hanako had her skillful fingers in every little thing, shaping my newfound sexuality to fit her desires; molding me into an alpha male.

At first, I’d felt a deep sense of guilt and discomfort around Mr. Sato, like I was being some kind of predator, an awful person, constantly fucking and even impregnating his wife. But the more time passed, the more I was able to shake that feeling as it soured to resentment. Either blind to our trysts or uncaring about what was going on, Sato was a pathetic excuse for a man in how he treated Hanako, how passive and spineless and weak he was. And even if he did somehow catch on, he still didn't deserve her.

Hanako was so beautiful and perfect, so giving in bed and loving – her mature, expecting body always eager for me. I started feeling like Hanako was more my wife now than she was his. I didn't care anymore that it felt like we were increasingly rubbing Sato's squat, piggish face in our infidelity. He hadn't so much as grunted when his wife had finally started wearing those Japanese maternity overalls when her pregnancy became impossible to hide. Maybe he knew – maybe he watched. It was just something we never spoke of.

I had now idea how Maddie was gonna fit into all this. When I told Hanako about my best friend coming to visit, she automatically assumed Maddie was a guy.

"Oh! Girl-friendo!" Hanako beamed in the kitchen when she finally realized that Maddie was female, and then pouted teasingly at me while she reached up with one hand, resting her palm on my chest, rubbing up and down while I tried to explain Maddie and I were just friends. Hanako laughed at my "girl-girl, boy-boy" explanation about how Maddie wasn't a boy and she was not a guy-girl friend, but my friend who was a girl, but it just frustratingly seemed to fire her up even more. Hanako was playful, but I could see a bit of jealousy alight in her dark eyes too. Maybe the thought of competition was making the ex-idol even hornier than usual.

Her hand went up to the back of my head, her fingers interlaced in my hair, and she pulled my mouth down to hers to give me a hot, hungry kiss, like she was claiming me and reassuring me of her own feelings, of how much she loved me and was willing to give. Hanako stroked her small, swollen belly and we shared a smile before she braced herself against the stove and offered her big ass to me with an arch of her back.

After we’d fucked our way across the house and into my bed, our lust once again consummated, Hanako looked into my eyes and held my hand while we cuddled and her hair splayed out on her pillow. As we enjoyed the closeness of our overheated, sweat-slickened bodies, she told me in Japanese that she understood, and that we should both try to be good hosts for my friend. I felt reassured at least as I cupped one of her swollen breasts and played with a nipple. I bent down to take her teat into my mouth and even though she didn't have milk yet, it seemed to comfort her to have me suckle, and she smiled. Whenever I did this she would stroke the side of my cheek while I did so, like a child.

My fingertips walked over the pale, burgeoning globe of her pregnancy, and then through the thick, tangled tuft of hair above her well-fucked pussy, luxuriating in her black fur. I loved her natural, hairiness, the way it was like an extension of her feminine aura. The way it would rub against my stomach when she rode me. It turned me on read bad, but she had such a natural, wild look that it also embarrassed her. I always liked it though, the personification of a real mature woman with a hungry, hairy cunt.

Hanako covered her eyes with both hands and whined "Mou, I'm so hairy and fat wisu you hafu baby."

I took her wrists into my hand and pulled her arms back so I could see her beautiful, blushing face.

"Hana," I started, letting go to say the words I knew she ached to hear. "You’re so hot. I can't wait to see you get even bigger with our daughter." I held one hand against her stomach and reached my other arm around to grip her ass and squeeze her cheek, and then pulled her face into my neck and held her for a while. We made out tenderly before she took my wrist and guided me down to her quietly pulsing cunt. I slipped two fingers into her hot, needy pussy to oblige her; Hanako humped on them while we kissed, her gravid bump heaving as I felt it press against my flat abs.

Rock-hard again, I shifted to get between her legs, pushing myself easily inside her depths for round two with a deep, fulfilled growl. My cum started to spill out of Hanako’s well-fucked pussy as I displaced it with my big shaft, inch by inch, her breath hot on my ear. I gripped the back of her neck and made her look me in the eyes. I was starting to lose myself into that sex-fog again, my brain working off of pure instinct as I devolved into something more and more feral.

"Does Sato know?" I grunted heavily, pounding her svelte, squirming pregnant body below my big, muscled frame. Her tits bounced and jiggled as she moaned with pleasure, her lips parting to let out a loud, needy pant. "Does he? Does Sato know we're fucking?”

Hanako was trying to bury her face in my neck but I forced her to keep her head turned and her eyes locked with mine while she writhed, moaning in Japanese as I kept forcing the question. I had no idea what she was saying as she alternated her mindless rambling from squeals to hissed murmurs, but it didn't really matter. Her tightening cunt made it clear that the thought of him knowing turned her on to no end.

“Can he make you cum like this?”

Hanako gasped as I thrust into her deeper, harder.

"Fuuhuuuk!" she cursed through her teeth. "H-hai, kare wa shitte…mMmf…iru to omoimasu... Kare wa shitte imasuuh..."

She was whimpering in pleasure, eyes closed and a blissful look of surrender on her face as she seemed to almost faint, her body overloaded with sinful pleasure. She looked so fucking sexy like this, her teeth gritted, her tits bobbing as my hips slapped against hers, filling the room with the sound of our lovemaking and my grunting, animalistic breath.

"Does he...UNnnf! Nngh...think the baby's his...nfff...or does he know it's mine?" I demanded, pushing Hanako's hands over her head and smashing myself into her with each thrust, making her pregnant breasts and belly push up even more with the arch of her back. She cried out as I held her wrists, shaking her head from side to side as we fucked. I felt my body surge with excitement at the dominance I had over this beautiful Japanese woman, once a sex icon for millions. She’d fallen so far, given herself to me to fill her with my seed and carry my white baby. Me, barely a 20-year-old, more of a man to her than Sato would ever be.

Hanako’s hairy cunt clenched as she reached another screaming climax, her body starting to shudder under mine as I felt the hot rush pushing me towards the brink. My breathing was deep and guttural, rhythmic in time with my rutting hips as I kept my grip on Hanako's wrists crushing her against the futon. She’d become a whining, thrashing animal as her legs kicked out and her hands and arms strained to free themselves, to be released. I brutally fucked my way to my release, crying out as I bottomed out to flood her again with the seed she so craved. Hanako squealed at the sensation, shuddering as her eyes rolled up, a ruddy flush spreading from her throat up to her sweaty face.

Soon we were a drenched mess of white and Asian flesh intermingled, sharing fluids, touch, genetics. I rolled onto my back and took Hanako into my arms, holding her with one big, strong limb while stroking her raven crown of hair, my other hand running along the soft, slick trail of sweat down her back.

"If he know...I don'tu care," Hanako managed with a long, hot breath, curling up against my side. One of her slender hands trailed across the hard lines and plates of my muscled stomach, her digits curled around my spent dick. Hanako gently tugged a few more times as she started to coax a few last, lingering drops out, eager to suck it all into her mouth to swallow.

"Don’t mind Sato, Neisan-kun," my lover promised with a languid breath after releasing me. "Just trustu me."

***

When the day finally came that Maddie was flying into Kansai International, I ubered the long trip over to the airport using the ubiquitous Go Taxi app. The driver, a faceless Kyotoite behind a mask, backwards cap, and sunglasses, filled the back of the cab with the throb of Atarashii Gakko! and other inescapable Japanese pop bands while I sat in anticipation, decked out in my new puff jacket and Uniqlo winter gear.

'Tokyo calling!

Tokyo calling!

Kaisha genkai zettai yametai kedo yamerenai tousan

Daigaku genkai mainichi netto ni hikikomotteru niisan

Mama tomo genkai genjitsu touhi aidoru doppuri kaasan…’

The song made me think of Maddie, who would either be completely out of place once she arrived, like I was, or completely at home here. She was staying at Kyoto U but was going to visit me out in Kanose while the winter break was still in full swing, a week out from the start of the new semester. The airport arrival hall was full of people carrying signs and leaning against the barrier waiting for family, friends, and business partners. As I easily pushed my way to the front of the crowd, my linebacker’s physique dwarfing everyone around me, my heart began to beat faster and faster. It seemed like forever since I'd seen my best friend in person. Mads might've been the only person I'd ever been able to really confide in, despite our distance. I guess I was just worried about how harshly Maddie would judge me, and how she'd likely affirm every anxiety I'd been feeling. How I'd been so stupid.

All that melted away when I saw her pushing her luggage trolley out from the sliding doors of the Arrival gate. A rush of warmth hit my chest at the familiar sight of Maddie's slim figure walking towards me in her skinny punk jeans, unlaced boots, oversized Pikachu hoodie, and a bomber jacket. With a big, lopsided grin, I rushed around the barrier to meet her. I opened my arms and gave her a big, tight hug, savoring our closeness. We slowly held each other at arm's length and just smiled.

"Wow...it's really you..." I said, shaking my head like I couldn't believe it was happening. I realized I'd missed her much more than I even expected, and I pulled her back in for another hug. She smelled just like she used to, some fruity body spray or deodorant, the lingering tang of weed and licorice. I couldn't help but let my hands fall a little lower on her back as we embraced – I almost cupped her pert little ass, so used to giving Hanako attention that I forgot myself. Maddie didn't seem to notice and smiled happily as I finally let go.

"Hey. Yeah! It’s me." Mads said. She gave a long sigh and a bemused, incredulous expression like she still couldn't believe it. "Kyoto here-we-are!"

I took her luggage trolley and pushed it while Maddie fangirled about every single freaking thing. Vending machines. Money exchange. Fast food sushi. OnigiriBurger. It was more endearing than annoying; I kind of tuned Maddie out while I was taking her in. Mads had her spiky pink hair done in girl-next-door side braids that dangled down from the sides of her Pikachu hood with its huge ears, tugged up as soon as we ventured out into the cold air. It made her look kind of innocent and playful, her bright, baby blue eyes lit up as she danced around. Maddie had taken care of herself as usual; no video filter needed for that smooth, pale, lightly freckled complexion I remembered. Her body had stayed toned and lithe despite her somewhat sedentary lifestyle, ripped jeans hugging her small hips. She was talking non-stop about the trip, about the Tokyo layover, then broke away mid-sentence to try to use her Japanese on a random passersby.

Outside, a chilly wind greeted us under a shining blue sky, the snow all around finely manicured and cleared from the paths and roads. I had another car waiting for us in the parking lot after I thumbed through my phone, thankful that Sato wasn't around to ferry us to Kanose in his weird-smelling panda. I helped Maddie unload her bags into the trunk of the Honda and we piled into the backseat for the long drive to the village. Mads was still gawking and rubbernecking everywhere. I couldn't help but smile, seeing myself in her the first day I arrived.

On the way to Kanose, we took a few detours to let us get a look at Arashiyama and other famous sights in Kyoto. The city trees were covered in a blanket of snow and there were people out in thick layers of jackets and coats, running the neverending rat race with equally unceasing politeness. Then it all melted away to the wintry countryside.

On the way, Maddie and I ustalked about everything I'd missed out on back in Madison, Wisconsin. It was so natural, so easy. We just kind of gravitated towards each other. First Maddie rested her head on my big shoulder, until I had a moment of realization and looked down at her hand, fingers surreptitiously interlaced with mine.

"What's up with this?" I asked, lifting our hands. I didn't mind it at all. It felt pretty good. Like chaste, or something, actually meaningful. Closeness in a very different way than what I had with Hanako. Still, Maddie’s touch made my heartrate kick up a few beats.

"Just happy to be with you,” she said through an innocent smile. “I'm excited."

"I know you are,” I rolled my eyes down at her. “Try not to weeb out too much, okay?"

Maddie play-smacked me on the arm as I teased her.

"Oh my god! Shut up! You are too!" she grinned as we wove through the forested mountains and she continued to take in her surroundings like a child, looking everywhere. "How much longer, dude? I'm so excited to see your new house, where you live, everything. The pics you sent all look so cool; I'd love to go jogging around there like you do…”

She continued to ramble, and I just let her while I navigated us home. I couldn't help but notice how Maddie was stroking the back of my hand with her ringed thumb, squeezing my fingers. Her digits were warm, and her skin felt so good and soft against mine. I sensed like I was getting signals from her, but we’d been platonic friends, almost like siblings since Elementary School. It was strange and confusing, especially for the awakened sexual predator inside me. I glanced over at Maddie hotly when Maddie was staring out the window and tried not to imagine the sight of her naked teenage body underneath all those layers.

Finally, we reached the village and stopped in front of the quaint, traditional Sato home. We got out and I grabbed Maddie's bags out of the trunk, hefting them to the sliding front door to my host family’s house. I stepped inside the genkan and toed off my sneakers, gesturing for Maddie to do the same. As usual, Sato was gone, but Hanako was right there waiting as soon as we entered. She greeted us at the door in her maternity clothes, looking every inch the motherly Japanese housewife in her tan and black overalls and a cooking apron, the bump of her protruding belly just starting to stick out. Hanako’s hair was half-up, half down to frame her glowing Asian face with long black locks. She was gorgeous, and I couldn't help but start to harden at the sight.

Maddie gave a small bow and gushed excitedly in her heavily accented otaku Japanese.

"Konichiwa! Watashi wa Maddie. Anata wa Hanako-san desu ne, yatto aete totemo ureshīdesu, totemo kireidesu ne." Hi! I'm Maddie. You must be Hanako, it's so nice to finally meet you, you're so pretty.

Hanako put a hand to her mouth to hide a pleasant flash of teeth. "Maddie, you speak Japaneseu so good!" she gushed. "Come have some tea before it's cold!" She turned to me with an appraising eye and gave my ass a light swat when Maddie wasn't looking. Mads took off her bomber jacket and her hoodie, revealing a long cold shoulder shirt with an anime girl character on it. The fabric clung tightly to her girlish frame and smallish, pert breasts, oversized sleeves covering her ringed hands. Hanako was in full-on welcoming mode and chatted in her halting but understandable English, while Maddie continued with a mix of cringey rapid-fire Japanese.

The two girls continued to chatter as I carried Maddie's bags into my room and set them up off to the side. When I joined them in the kitchen, my friend was interrogating Hanako about her pregnancy. Hanako was blushing as she modestly put a hand to her face, gesturing down at her swollen belly. Maddie was gawking as they talked excitedly in a translanguage mess of Japanese and English. She put her hands on the curve of Hanako's abdomen, feeling the bulge of my baby.

"Do you have any cravings?" Maddie asked.

"Ah, no, not yetu," Hanako shook her head.

"Have you felt it kick yet?"

"Yes," Hanako smiled. "Maybe you canu feel it soon."

"Kofun shite imasu ka?” Maddie gushed. Excited??"

"Very," Hanako nodded, her eyes shining as she looked knowingly at me from where I was lingering in the doorway. "I have dreamtu for a child my whole life."

"Wow! Your husband must be really happy." Maddie said politely.

"Oh...yes. He is, happy, yes," Hanako demurred as she shot me another meaningful look a I lingered in the doorway. I broke eye contact as I felt a quiet rush of guilt at her words, frowning some. It was strange and slightly arousing seeing Maddie touching Hanako's womb; the ex-idol's sultry look of invitation, and Maddie's oblivious innocence.

"Sato-san is very busy," my woman sighed as Maddie removed her palms and took a cup of steaming Macha tea from the counter. "But Neisan-kun is here to take care of me," Hanako continued as she sidled up to me, her fingers moving to stroke my forearm as she talked. Maddie's eyes followed the affectionate gesture, a curious, puzzled gathering on her face. Hanako squeezed my bicep, and then the moment passed as the mature mother-to-be put on her slippers, picked up a tray, and started to make her way out of the kitchen, bowing lightly as she excused herself.

Maddie started at me, clearly a little weirded out.

"Uh, what the fuck was that? What's with you two?"

"Nothing. I'm just nice to her. I'm being a good guy," I explained tersely, my words clipped. I turned to pour a cup of the steaming tea for myself, trying to be nonchalant about the whole thing. I glanced back up to Maddie as I stirred. She had an eyebrow raised at me, her lips pressed into a sly half-smile.

"Uh...huh." Maddie said, sipping her drink, her blue eyes narrowed shrewdly.

"Shut up, Mads," I tried to laugh it off before taking a seat at the kitchen table. She came to sit on the counter next to me, her long, coltish legs kicking idly. Her hair was ruffled, and her long side braids fell across her pretty face as she regarded me.

"What??" I asked as she continued to give me the eye.

"Nathan. It's me. You're being...really sus right now."

"I am not being sus! It's nothing!" I insisted.

"Really? Nothing's going on?" Maddie asked skeptically as she swung her legs.

"No, I just..." I let out a long sigh. "Can I just take you on a tour of the village or something?"

"You are acting. So. Weird."

I struggled internally. Maddie knew me really well; knew all my tells. I hated lying to her. I wanted to come clean about everything, but now that she was here, it was a lot fucking harder than I thought it would be.

"Walk and talk?" I offered, trying not to make it worse than it already was. Maddie gave me this smug look like her suspicions had been vindicated.

"Yeah, but it's cold as balls out though," Mads protested, but when she saw me heading to the entrance and putting on my winter gear, she put hers back on too.

I took Maddie to my favorite jogging routes and then all around the glistening, snow-covered village. As we crunched through the snow under the icy white boughs of the old-growth forest and the houses that looked straight out of the Meiji Restoration, Maddie was so enthused with it all that I thought she'd forgotten the interaction back at the Sato house. She snapped photos and took video like a wide-eyed tourist for her Instagram and TikTok before putting her phone away and slipping her arm through mine as we walked.

We stopped at an open-air park overlooking the mountains with the last rays of sunlight in the distance, painting the clouds with hues of purple, orange, and red. Maddie smiled as she leaned on my arm, and I felt that honest, easy closeness to her that made the tension I felt about my secret start to ebb away.

"I can't believe I'm actually here with you," Maddie said, staring out into the snow-capped mountains and trees as we stood there arm in arm, our cheeks pink with the cold. She tilted her chin to look up at me, searching my face with her fiercely intelligent baby blue eyes. "Crazy, right?"

I nodded down at her. "Crazy." I agreed. We stared at each other, our eyes locked, the silence lengthening.

"You gonna be real with me now, Nate?" Maddie asked pensively, narrowing her gaze. She cared. Was probably worried about me too.

I let out a long sigh as I pulled my arm out from hers and leaned heavily against the railing of the overlook, my breath leaving my lips in a trail of steamy fog. "It's really complicated," I began. I struggled to find the words as she waited, not rushing me.

"Mr. Sato doesn't give Hanako-san the kind of attention she needs...physically," I started. "But I've...uh, sorta been...helping out?" I ventured, realizing how bad that sounded the instant it left my stupid mouth.

Maddie's eyes widened. "Waitwaitwait. Helping out? Nathan...you've gotta be shitting me. You haven't."

"Um, yeah. I have," I said quietly, trying to gauge her reaction, still unsure of what was coming out of my mouth.

"So, you've been fucking her, and she's married. And your host mother." Maddie deadpanned, dumbfounded. She had this incredulous look on her face, a mixture of disbelief, disgust, and even amusement. "That's...uh, that's fucked, Nathan."

Mads was a smart girl. She put two and two together pretty quick.   “Ohh…wait…” she looked down, putting a hand to her forehead. Her tone was harsh. "What about Hanako’s baby?" Maddie asked quietly, staring at me in this judgemetal way that made me squirm uncomfortably inside. "Is it...is it yours? It is, isn't it. Holy fucking SHIT Nathan!!!" she exclaimed.

I sighed as Mads covered her mouth, trying to take it in. "Yeah. It is," I finally admitted, letting out a deep breath. I thought getting it off my chest would be a release, but it mostly made me feel like a total adulterous scumbag.

"Does Mr. Sato know??" Maddie whispered incredulously, her blue eyes wide and shocked.

I shook my head. "I don't know. Probably." I couldn't even look at Maddie anymore. "I mean, Hanako really, really wanted it. She seduced me, like she was my first time, and we just kept fucking over and over and I was too dumb to realize she actually wanted to get knocked up." I stopped short of telling Maddie that Hanako had probably been using me, as mutual as our relationship had been.

I finally managed to lift my eyes over at at Maddie, waiting for a response. She stared at her feet for a long time, biting her lip and furrowing her brow before turning to face me.

"It's just...so not like you," Maddie said quietly. I nodded and she came close to me. "I mean...you've changed. You were such a big, shy boy scout or something back in Kenosha. Now this."

Maddie frowned as she took both of my gloved hands in her mittens, regarding me seriously. "Nathan, what if you end up getting in trouble? You could get kicked out of UW, or fuck, even go to jail over here! Or Mr. Sato could try to, like kill you or something. Did you ever think about that?" Maddie let out a sigh as she shook her head at me, not letting me get a word in. “Of course you didn’t.”

"I...I'm not worried about Mr. Sato," I said hesitantly, truthfully.

"And prison?"

"Hanako wouldn't let me get in trouble. She wants the baby real bad." I was quick to defend myself and my decisions, not knowing how Maddie was going to take it all. "Look, it was wrong, I know. But I can't fucking help myself, Maddie. I don't know if I love her or what but...it's complicated, like I said."

Maddie shook her head again, trying to comprehend the whole picture.

"Nathan...fuuuuck," she finally breathed in frustration. "This is so hard for me to process – you're the father of her kid...but it sounds like you're like her, what, her fucking boytoy or something too?"

I just hung my head in shame, even though I felt vaguely aroused at the same time, unable to reply. It sounded just as shitty out loud as I'd been dreading for so long.

"I don't want to fuck this up with Hanako,” I winced. “I care about her. It's so hard to explain. You won't tell anyone, promise? If this got out, it'd fuck up our exchange and everything," I said, lifting my eyes to look down at Maddie. I still held her hands, feeling like she was my only anchor out here. "Please don't be mad at me."

"Nathan, you’re a dumbass but I could never be mad at you." Maddie voice was soft and understanding as she looked at me with those deep, sharp blue eyes. She slipped a mitten out of my grasp, cupping my chin in her gloved fingers to lift my face up. She leaned up on the balls of her feet, her thin lips brushing my cheek in a soft, sisterly kiss.

Maddie snorted quietly as she stepped back, hugging herself tight. "You know, Tyler was a real asshole,” she confided, breath a trail of fog. “He neglected the shit out of me for his fucking games, like he was going to be some bigshot streamer or something with his 200 followers. You're such a sweetie compared to him," Mad said with a deep frown at the memory, her hand slipping back into mine and squeezing as she pulled me towards the trail to walk with her.

"This whole thing, it doesn't sound like it's totally your fault,” Maddie reasoned. “And, like, if it wasn't so fucking dumb and dangerous, it's kind of hot, I guess. I can see why you’re into her." The girl’s eyes flicked over at me wryly, her lips tugging upwards just above the high collar of her jacket. "It's...uh, not a secret that you're kind of a big dummy."

"What?!"

"You heard me. And your dumb dummy ways and your dick got you in deep trouble," Maddie laughed mercilessly. We crunched along through the snowy forest path, hand-in-hand, heading back home. "I'll keep your secret, but you seriously need to man up with your kid on the way, dude."

"I know," I said quietly. "But like I said, she keeps telling me she's going to take care of it."

"What the hell does that mean?" Maddie gaped. "Dude, are you going to, like, run away together? Is she gonna leave her husband?"

"No, no, no, not like that,  I mean...I don't know.” I said helplessly. “It's all really confusing. Whenever I try to talk about it, she just kind of shuts me up with sex."

Maddie giggled. "Shuts you up with sex...dude, that sounds amazing. And I have to admit, Hanako is pretty fucking hot."

"Yeah...I know." I smiled cautiously. "She used to be an idol in Tokyo, like 10 years ago. Subarashi Stars."

"Really?? Subarashi? Damn she's old! Holy shit."

"Not that old," I corrected her. "She's 32."

Maddie laughed. "That's so nuts, they played their songs for the soundtrack of My Hero Academia. Subarashi Stars are like Idol royalty and shit. And you're banging her? Daaang I bet millions of desperate losers would've killed to have knocked her up."

I put my hand to the back of my head uncomfortably as Maddie went on.

"You're not still fucking her when she's pregnant, are you?" Maddie asked suspiciously.

"Um..." I said. I was definitely still doing that, and my childhood friend could easily read it on my face.

"Holy shit, of course you are," she giggled, covering her mouth with her gloved hand. “I mean, she is pretty sexy right now..."

"Hold up," I said, stopping in the middle of the lonely path. "Are you jealous or something?"

Maddie bit her lip as she smiled coyly, shrugging.

"Dunno..." She walked up to me, getting close to whisper, "...Maybe I am..." Maddie kissed me on the ear, then stepped away with a wide smile, looking away as if nothing had happened. She kept walking, leaving me dumbfounded with a huge fucking hardon.

What the fuck did she mean by that? Was Maddie just fucking with me?

When I got my dick under control and caught up, we continued back to the Sato house in strange silence, my mind buzzing. I felt so relieved that Maddie was okay with me and my secret, but now I was left wondering. I hadn't even had the time to really process that she was actually here in Japan with me, and now what, she was attracted to me? Had Maddie always been, but I was just too dumb and inexperienced to see it? I didn't know if I had feelings for her, but my head was fucking spinning.

When we reached the warmly lit, quiet house it was mostly dark and we were eager to get out of the cold. I felt so comfortable in slippers on the heated wooden floor, shrugging off the snow and hanging our coats to dry. Hanako drifted around us for the rest of the evening, making us food and acting the good host mother, but I could see how territorial the younger woman’s presence was making her – especially after she saw Maddie touch my hand a few times and lean into me during dinner. Hanako’s dark almond eyes followed Maddie wherever she went, always staring. The ex-idol seemed especially concerned about the practicality that there wasn't another spare room in the small house for Maddie. We'd need to share mine for the few days she was here, even if it was on separate futons.

While our visitor was taking a shower, Hanako dragged me into her bedroom.

"Neisan-kun," she began in a pointed heated whisper. "Is she your American girlfriendu? Tell me the truth."

"What? No! I already told you...she's my best friend..." I fumbled at the unexpected interrogation. "I’ve known her since we were kids. She’s like my sister," I explained, my eyes nervously going back and forth from Hanako to the closed bathroom door down the hall as water ran on the other side.

"You promise me Neisan?" she demanded again.

I let out an exasperated sigh. "Hanako, I swear," I said, looking deep into her eyes as I touched her cheek, trying to reassure her.

"Maddie-chan wants to fuck you, you know," my Japanese lover chided me. "I saw her look at you all night. American girls very, very forward. Don't let her trapu you."

"Hanako!" I almost shouted at the accusation. "What, like, what the hell makes you think that?" I asked in disbelief. The thought of Maddie having a crush on me had been a totally foreign concept to my brain. What she'd said on our walk was one thing, but for Mads to trap me with sex? She’d never fucking do that. No way.

"I am woman, I know," Hanako said matter-of-factly as she draped herself against me and pushed her engorging tits out, letting them mash into my chest in a way that made my pulse go straight to my cock.

"She is young and so cute..." my Japanese lover complained, kissing me hard. I couldn't believe we were talking about this right there and then. My mind was swirling with a million things at once and my dick was just as confused. "...I think she will try tonight," Hanako continued, glaring at me with those slanted brown eyes that I could never refuse. Her gaze turned hungry, a smirk forming on her pretty, full lips as her fingers teased the front of my pants, stroking my growing bulge with a light touch. "Do you think she is prettier than me, Neisan-kun?"

"Wha- uh, no, no way," I stammered. "You're the sexiest..." I said in a hushed whisper, my body responding instinctively to hers. My hand reached around her ass and slipped up the back of her skirt, her big round cheeks filling my fingers nicely as I massaged her through her leggings and pulled her pelvis into mine, reveling in the feeling of her tight, womanly curves. My other hand cupped the back of Hanako's neck as I leaned into her lips for another hungry kiss just as the shower shut off, leaving us with too little time to relieve ourselves.

I reluctantly backed up a step and adjusted my big hardness through my pants. I felt frustrated and unfulfilled after having unrestricted access to her married, impregnated Japanese body for so many months.

I walked back towards my room as Maddie was leaving the bathroom in her flannel pajamas, her wet hair bundled up into a towel and the steam billowing around her. I didn't say anything as I scooted past her to get ready for bed myself. Hanako stood by, watching both of us from a safe distance as Maddie ducked into my room, getting set up for the night with the futon and some blankets. When I was ready for bed, Mads was already curled up in her futon under the covers, nose-deep in the glow of her phone.

"Don't you have jetlag?" I asked smugly, waiting for the other biological shoe to drop. Maddie shrugged, then yawned, stretching her lithe little body with her arms high above her head.

"Not really. It's like...what? 9 in the morning right now in Madison? I slept on the plane for like 5 minutes, soooo I'm good."

"Riiight. Well, goodnight sleeping beauty," I snorted as I slipped into bed. I was still fucking horny, but I still had enough self-control not to fuck Hanako right in Maddie's face on our first night. How the fuck was I going to survive for another 3 days? I closed my eyes and tried not to think about how complicated my life had become.

***

Without my usual release, my brain started playing tricks on me. It was a real fucked-up, real weird wet dream. I was back in my old room in my grandma's house, and Hanako was under the covers of my bed, naked and waiting for me. But when I stripped and lifted back the sheets, it was Maddie under there. Her blue eyes were beckoning me with an enticing, flirty smile on her face, her young, lean little body laid out bare and beautiful before me, a long stretch of naked thigh between her open legs framing her hairless slit.

She smiled, her arms going back up above her head, showing off her skinny, elfin body to me in that old teasing way of hers that now became so wanton. Her pert, small handful breasts were so smooth and perky, just a hint of pink budding nipple inviting my mouth. All my blood felt like it was rushing down to expand my big dick in aching readiness to make her mine. I crawled on top of Maddie, letting my hardness brush against the smooth skin of her taut belly as we kissed. I moaned as she wrapped those long, toned legs around my body, feeling her foot running along my calf as her lips kissed my cheek, moving towards my ear to whisper my name.

"Nathan..." Maddie moaned as she ground her wet, shaved teenage cunt up against my swollen cock, making me even harder than I was already. Her voice had a teasing lilt to it as her tongue licked along the rim of my ear. I let out a growl as I plunged inside her, unceremoniously burying my dick to the hilt as I felt the smooth wet walls of her teenage pussy constricting around me like a vise. Maddie’s fingers clawed at my back and I lost myself, my mouth and lips devouring hers, tasting her, biting her as our hips pumped together, like we were made for each other, my huge body dwarfing hers. As I reared back and gripped Maddie's hips, looking down at her sweat-beaded body, I watched her belly slowly start to expand as I pumped inside her, her hands moving down to cradle the growing pregnant swell with a perverse look of pleasure, eyes lidded, mouth agape, tongue hanging out. "Nathaaauuunah..." she moaned.

***

As I slowly awoke from the erotic dream to the near-pitch darkness of my room, I felt small hands gliding over my hardness, fingers having freed my rigid, erect shaft from my boxer shorts, tentative, adoring, coaxing, slowly milking. My whole body shuddered, the dream-fantasy still lingering in my mind as I realized that Hanako was in the room with me, feeling up my erection. My heart was beating so fucking hard, adrenaline rocketing back the fuzziness of sleep. I could barely think as she massaged me with slow, sensuous strokes.

"Ungh...Wha-what's happening...?" I groaned. "Hanako...Maddie's gonna see..." I urged, trying to keep my voice down. My eyes opened wider and I peered blearily into the gloom, eyes slowly adjusting to see the ex-idol fill my vision. But the silhouette was all wrong. The touch, the scent.

Licorice.

"I'm sorry...I had to touch it," Maddie whispered down at me in the dark as she pumped my cock, perched in her flannel with vague look of wonder on her young girl-next-door face. "I couldn't help it. You just got so fucking big and hard under there."

"What...Maddie??" I croaked in a raspy whisper as my best friend slowly jerked me off. I was fully awake now as her small, warm hands wrought heaven around my thick manhood, slowly sliding up and down, her other hand reaching down to cup my balls as I started to grit my teeth with growing pleasure, her gentle touch and teasing fingers pushing me insistently towards release. "Maddie...stop..." I grunted, putting a hand on her wrist, though I was still so fucking horny from my blue balls earlier and the interrupted dream to do anything else.

"Why?" the pink-haired teen asked, her eyes regarding me curiously in the darkness from behind her glasses, unrelenting with her milking grip on my dick as I pulsed and writhed.

"Uhhhnn..." I grunted, feeling the muscles of my lower back tighten in growing arousal. "Mads, pleaaase...just stop..."

"You're such a fucking dummy," Maddie whispered, shaking her head as she rolled her fingers up and around my sensitive, turgid flesh. Her face leaned forward as she shifted sinuously, close enough for me to feel her breath as my heart pounded in my chest. Maddie stopped, her lips just barely an inch from mine. "Just let me take care of this for you." I felt my cock jump in her small fist as her soft voice murmured, her sweet breath touching my lips, "I can make you cum real good? I did this for Tyler."

"Nnngh...Maddie, we shouldn't do this...uhn....you're my best friend..." I whispered as I tried to gently push her off, even as my body aching with need. Her digits just squeezed my shaft tighter, almost painfully, her warm breath tickling my ear as she nuzzled the side of her face against my cheek. I felt my shaft to drip and get coated in my pre in her gentle, steady ministrations.

"I've been really patient, Nathan," Maddie sighed as she pressed her nose against me and slowly kissed me on the neck. Her young voice sounded so determined, so wanton, like I'd never heard it before. "I wanted you for sooooo long but you never saw it. I thought you might be gay or something, but look what you did to Hanako..."

My hips pushed upwards against my will and Maddie's body pressed against mine in response, my throbbing, achingly hard cock straining in her grip. "I need to be with you, Nathan, please..." I let out a moan as Maddie's lips and tongue ran over my neck as she started jerking me off again with increasing fervor, the pleasure building.

I groaned as I reached my hand back and gripped her arm. I opened my mouth to protest again but the words just wouldn't come out as I felt my climax building, Maddie's hands moved up and down my thick, throbbing cock, her small, warm frame pressing against mine. "Oh shit," I breathed as my world tumbled further into depravity. Maddie's fingers, her tight, clothed body pressing against mine in the dark as she jacked me off was so surreal. I didn't want her to stop anymore.

But then Mads slowed her ministrations to a standstill, driving me absolutely fucking crazy.

"Oh, You wanna cum don't you?" she purred in a sing-song murmur, kissing the corner of my mouth. Maddie giggled as she felt my cock twitch and bloat, spurting pre-cum right on the edge as I let out a pained, needy groan. "You know what I want..." the girl nipped the side of my face, her grip loosening even further on my aching, raging hard dick, her fingers teasingly dancing across my tip to make me tremble in her thrall. My hips ground into Maddie’s lean body, pleading for relief. I grunted, trying to keep quiet in the darkness. "Mm-mmm," she tsked in a low voice, shaking her head. "You wanna cum or not?" Mads breathed against my ear as her grip tightened and she began to stroke me off again, slowly but with growing insistence, the slickness of her hand and my precum making a wet, vulgar sound that turned me on even more as her breathy voice filled my lizard brain.

"Say yes."

My balls were aching for release, my body screaming, begging to give her what she wanted. I was frozen in the strangeness of the moment, lust overcoming my better judgment as things between us careened well past the point of no return.

"Mads..." I rasped as my hand reached up, caressing her arm, the side of her slender body through the soft cotton flannel, the warm heat radiating from her, her hand moving up and down, up and down as I started to breathe more and more raggedly, trying not to be too loud.

"Mmm, it's ok, Nathan..." Maddie murmured against me, her small lips kissing me gently. I kissed back with a hot breath, so fucking horny my inhibitions were crumbling away.

The girl's eyes were so hungry, her teeth biting her lower lip as she took my hand and placed it on my pulsing, angry hardness, freeing her to lean back and begin to strip in the dark. My mouth dropped and I just watched her. First her pajama shirt came off over her head, and in the darkness I could see the outline of her small bare breasts, little teardrops with hardened pink nipples. I felt like I wasn't in control of anything that was happening anymore, like maybe this really was still a dream. The waistband of her pajamas lowered before my best friend slipped her white cotton panties down to her ankles to step out of them, fully naked.

"Oh shit," I breathed as she slowly climbed on top of me and my body quivered underneath her in the darkness, the air thick sexual tension, anticipation. "Mads, wait..."

I saw her grinning face with the foil square of a condom between her teeth. She sat on my abs and I could feel her naked warmth on top of me; her tight little ass cheeks, the heat and moistness of her pussy lips. She placed a hand on my chest, my breath shuddering with her every movement, with the condom package being torn open in the darkness. Maddie shifted her leg and her slender fingers found my thick, swollen cock and slowly rolled the condom down my ready length with a deft pinch of stifling latex. She glanced back down at me from behind her glasses, practically panting. "You're too much of a stud to take a chance..." Maddie breathed. "I bet you'd fucking knock me up just like Hanako, wouldn't you?"

"Oh...god…" I grunted, her words turning me on more than anything, even as my better sense told me this was going way too fucking far, even as my obvious arousal betrayed my inner conflict, my dick swelling bigger and harder than I thought possible. Maddie ground onto me, taking my hands and placing them onto the taut softness of her two apple-sized breasts. My brain was flooded with judgment-destroying endorphins as I slowly groped my best friend's tits, her skinny, hard little body slowly writhing and grinding against mine. I could feel her white teenage cunt drag her wet warmth over my wrapped cock as she moaned above me.

"Maddie, wait," I gasped again. "Are you sure...?" I tried to ask. But then I was suddenly enraptured, by the sight of my best friend slowly, tentatively raising herself up on her knees, holding the base of my cock, guiding me up against the lips of her young sex and teasing her entrance with the huge, eager head.

"Uuah...haa...why do you think I came to Japan?" Maddie whispered as she held me firmly by the shaft and started to lower herself, engulfing me in her wet, incredibly tight teenage pussy. I had no idea how the fuck she'd fit me inside her, but I was lost completely to the animal inside me and a willing, attractive young female was desperately trying to copulate with me, childhood friend or not. My hands gripped Maddie's tiny waist and I was staring into her face with an expression of complete awe and arousal as I felt her tight pussy begin to slide down onto me.

"Fuuuuuck..." I growled as the pleasure and pressure threatened to overwhelm my senses. Maddie's eyes bulged and her mouth opened in a silent scream as she slowly impaled herself onto me. Her pretty, nerdy face was transfixed in a mixture of pain and ecstasy, pink tongue lolling from the corner of her mouth in a lust-daze, her slim hips twitching downwards, forcing me deeper inside. My eyes widened and my jaw clenched as her tiny sex choked on my huge dick. The condom squeezed and strained painfully against my flesh as she tried to take more of me, even as Maddie let out a long, shuddering little wail at the delicious agony of taking a monster my size. I grabbed her thighs and her hands clenched on top of my pecs as she continued to lower her lithe body onto my giant athlete's frame, trying to fit me into her, trying to swallow every last inch. I could feel my heart thundering against her hand. "Jesus...you're so fucking tight," I managed.

"Ahhn..." Maddie whined as she rocked her hips back and forth, struggling to take me all the way with stops and starts, but when I was halfway she let out a hiss of pain. Her eyes watered and I looked at her, concerned, even as I desperately wanted her to take my entire cock inside her tight, clenching cunt. She panted and leaned down onto me, our eyes just inches apart. I felt so fucking dizzy. Was I really cheating on Hanako right now? Was I really having sex with my best friend since first grade? It was so unreal, so wrong, but I was already inside her, rutting her like she needed so badly – and it felt too good to stop.

"Wait, Nathan...oh fuck you're too fucking big...I'm gonna fucking break!" Maddie whimpered, her body trembling. I wanted her so badly that instinct took over. My hips slowly thrust upwards as she winced and whined, like a cat in heat being bred for the first time. Mads started to ride my big dick, taking a little bit more with each movement. The blockage started to give way and suddenly I felt a flood of smooth, wet heat envelop my dick and ripple downwards as the dull latex gave way to a flood of incredible sensation. I exulted in the feeling of finally stretching her to accommodate me, too focused on our first time to think of it as anything else. Maddie gasped, her whole body writhing on top of me as her incredibly tight, wet pussy crushed my cock, struggling to fit the last of my length. My balls started to swell, churning at the overwhelming sensation of fucking this weeb slut of a 19-year-old girl.

"Oh...mmnfg...shit," I groaned in ecstasy, my mind cloudy, my cock surging inside her as the feeling of her teenage tightness stretching to fit started to make me lose control. Maddie leaned her face down against the side of mine, panting. Her skin was flushed hot with sweat and her pussy started to spasm and wring me even tighter.

"Unnghhh..." she strained in my ear. "Your cock...oh shit, your huge fucking dick, Nathan, oh god!" My whole body started to burn with need, with raw arousal and my best friend started to cry out softly as I grabbed her hips and started to lift her supple body up and down my length with my strong hands. "Ohhhh shit...ahh!" Maddie whined as my cock moved deeper inside her, my balls starting to slap against the curve of her ass as I picked up the pace. I felt myself getting close. I started to grunt, fucking Maddie like I would Hanako, not worrying about being too rough, and my friend's eyes looked into mine with surprise as she started to feel it.

"Nathannnn," Maddie squealed out as our eyes locked, "Oh fuck! I'm fucking cumming, oh fuck, don't stop!"

I growled, easily rolling the girl over onto her back with a yelp and wrenching her by the knees while I was still inside her. I held Maddie's legs back as I started to hammer her with that bestial dominance that Hanako had dragged out of me with months of nonstop sex. Maddie grabbed a pillow to stifle her cries as I lost it and just started fucking her as hard as I could.

"Ahh! Yes...yesyes!" Maddie screamed muffled as her tight teenage cunt gripped me, clenching, pulsing, her pussy juices leaking onto the futon as her legs shook and I kept driving my cock into her.  Maddie's hands grabbing my hips, my arms and shoulders, begging for more as she pulled me closer, our white bodies slapping together as I let out a wallowing hiss between gritted teeth, unable to speak as I broke my new female in, rutting her shamelessly in the dark. I fucked her selfishly, my best friend's pussy wrapped so fucking tightly around me, pulling me, squeezing viselike me as she trembled and seized up in one orgasm after another.

I leaned over Maddie as I pounded her, glaring down at her svelte, hot little nerdy body, hating myself for betraying Hanako; pissed at Maddie for being a fucking whore and seducing me. She might not have looked it, but she was a predator, just like Hana. I took it all out on her young pussy, brutalizing her; Mads just wanted more. She had years of pent-up desire that I didn't know about; she wanted everything and I was too depraved, too full of lust to hold anything back.

Just looking at her face, the one I'd grown up with, shared so many memories with, loved like a sister, now consumed with the sexual depravity we'd awakened, our childhood completely washed away. The chastity of what we'd had was replaced by the utterly lewd expression of fulfillment on Maddie's sweaty, girlish face. Only one thing mattered now – I'd conquered another female, and this one was my own kind.

I came harder than I ever had before, and it took the both of us completely by surprise. Maddie's mouth was wide open in a silent scream, her body stiffening and shuddering as she felt the gush of hot white cum pumping into the condom and spraying rope after rope of thick seed inside of her. Maddie's eyes blanked.

She slowly recovered, breathing hard, flushed with heat and exertion, her pussy still spasming, milking me insistently even after I was spent. As Mads came down, her limbs suddenly stiffened and look of fear struggling with bliss crossed her face, Something was wrong.

"M-Mads?" I breathed, still looming over her, my sweat dripping down onto her well-fucked adolescent flesh. I felt so heavy and sated that I didn't want to move. Maddie bit her trembling lower lip as the sensation started to calm and I pulled out.

"I think it might've, like –" she started.

I felt a pang of cold dread seeing that my big dick had split through the condom, tearing it open inside the unbearable tightness of Maddie's pussy. My new lover's hands immediately went to her bruised, well-fucked little sex while my eyes widened in dumbfounded shock.

"Oh fuuuck Nathan...!" Maddie mewled in a panic, my cum gushing out of her in a slow, heavy ooze. “It BROKE!” she held her pussy lips shut tight, trying to squeeze it all out, but her petite body just trembled in fear and post-coital numbness as her legs fell open again and even more of my seed leaked out of her. "I'm not on the motherfucking pill!"

I'd came so hard inside of Mads that there was just so much, even more than usual. Maddie squirmed off me shakingly, glaring at me in a panic. "You fucking...just got me pregnant...Jesus fucking Christ I needtogetthisoutofme!" I watched her naked teenage body race out of my room as my cum slowly oozed from between her legs to splatter in an obscene trail on the floor behind her.

My cock still ached from how hard I'd just cum, my balls completely drained by Maddie's ravenous little cunt. and I sat in the dark for several seconds before my brain really comprehended what had just happened. As I stared blankly at the shoji wall, I saw a dark shape there, a shadow watching from the next room, slowly melting away to the whisper of padding feet.

暗闇を超えて

私が服を脱ぐ場所

咲いているアイリス

女性の肌に

誰が妊娠したのか

寒い冬の夜

Beyond the dark

Where I disrobe

An iris in bloom

On the skin of a woman

Who has conceived

Cold winter night