This is the story of Ayame, a young artistic gymnast who, due to a stroke of fate, can no longer practise her sport. In search of a new purpose in life, she comes to Sendai from her home town of Sapporo by chance to work in the house of a famous fig...
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I have to get rid of this as soon as possible, Yuzuru thought outside Ayame's room, cursing himself for not having masturbated again earlier. Then maybe there wouldn't have been so much pressure and this erection wouldn't have happened.
Well, who knows... the stimuli had been very strong and Yuzuru thought again of her warmth, her scent... stop! Stop now! Make sure you get it right now, Hanyū!
In his distress, he went to the nearest possible place he could think of. And that was the guest toilet! Far enough away from Ayame's room, but close enough to do what he had to do quickly.
He closed the door and leaned against the wall opposite the sink, panting and groaning. He could put that to good use afterwards...
He sensed he wouldn't last much longer, so he had to hurry!
***
Ayames was woken up by something. Unlike Yuzuru, she quickly remembered what had happened and immediately noticed that he was no longer lying next to her. He had been with her before she had fallen asleep. She knew that for sure. And she smiled at the memory.
He had been so warm and had held her. She had felt so safe and protected. Now she also realized that her body felt like her own again. The sleep and the physical closeness had obviously helped her. She was definitely feeling better!
There, now she heard it clearly. A sound she couldn't place. This house and its noises at night...
She remained calm this time and thought logically: it could only be Yuzuru, he was no longer lying here with her, so he was probably the one making the noise.
There, again! Was that a cry of pain? Was he feeling bad?
Suddenly Ayame was wide awake and sat up in bed, worried. Has he not been able to stomach the pizza, it had been really greasy and he wasn't used to it... she decided to check on him.
***
Yuzuru slipped his sport pants down in one go, his shorts right after. An erection greeted him, which really surprised him and made him groan again. Oh God... why was he so hard and hot!
He wasted no time and immediately began to stimulate his length further with a quick hand. He moaned again because his climax was very close.
How could this have happened to you, Hanyū! Another gasp and moan, louder this time, because he was almost ready...
***
Ayame left her room to investigate the noise, and at the same moment heard another sound, this time clearer and not far away. It was obviously coming from the guest toilet, which was at the other end of the corridor.
Did he feel sick? It sounded strained and she really wanted to see what was going on. Perhaps Yuzuru needed help and hadn't dared to ask because he wanted to be considerate of her condition.
She turned on the light in the hallway and went straight to the guest toilet, from which she could now clearly hear the noises again. It was an irregular moaning that had now become more, that much was certain. It sounded as if he was in a really bad way.
"Yuzuru!" she called out, knocking hard on the door. "Are you all right? Do you need help?"
Silence fell for a moment.
"What's going on? Are you all right? I'm worried!" Ayame panicked because it had gone quiet so suddenly and he hadn't answered. She remembered her conversation with Yumi and that it wouldn't be far to the Hanyūs' house if there was a crisis.
Yuzuru had frozen behind the door and fallen silent immediately! Nevertheless, the orgasm was unstoppable and he came, powerfully and on the spot. A mixture of the intense feelings of his climax and the panic that rose up in him at the same time almost drove him out of his mind.
He heard Ayame say something else without grasping the meaning. The strong sensations clouded his senses.
Ayame outside the door, on the other hand, saw Yuzuru already lying unconscious on the floor.
"You're scaring me, Yuzuru!" and with that, Ayame tore open the door full of worry.
And then she suddenly stood in front of him, her eyes wide open in shock and her mouth hanging open. She stared at him, alternately looking at his face and down at his penis, which was still erect.
Yuzuru stared at Ayame again, stunned, and slumped down, trying to hide what could not be hidden.
"Oh... oh... no... I'm sorry, Yuzuru! I... I thought you weren't feeling well and you needed help. Otherwise I wouldn't have opened the door like that. I heard... noises, and... sorry!!!"
Ayame slammed the door shut and Yuzuru was left in his misery.
