The bed creaks beneath them as Jun moans long and loud, his hips bucking up off the mattress in time with fumi's movements. He can feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, every thrust of their tongue sending shudders through him. Finally, his world explodes in a haze of white-hot pleasure as he comes, his voice echoing around the room as he releases into fumi's mouth.

As the last tremors subside, Jun opens his eyes to find fumi watching him intently, their expression unreadable. For a moment, there's an almost palpable tension between them; then, slowly but surely, it begins to dissipate as they both sink back into the bed, spent and satisfied.

Jun reaches out, tracing a finger along fumi's jaw before brushing their hair away from their face. "Thank you," he whispers hoarsely, his voice still shaking with emotion. "

Shaking with fear and desire, Jun obeys, spreading his legs wide open for Mack. The cold tiles against his sensitive skin make him shiver, but the thought of what might come next makes him even more aroused. He closes his eyes tightly, biting down on his lip as he waits for Mack's touch.

"Such a slut," Mack breathes roughly, fingers skimming over Jun's exposed entrance, teasing and taunting him mercilessly before finally dipping inside. "So wet..."

A choked moan escapes from Jun's throat as Mack begins to finger him roughly, thrusting in and out with brutal force. He feels like he can't breathe, his whole body trembling with need and desire. "Please..." he whispers hoarsely, arching his back as Mack continues to take him apart from the inside.

"You want more?" Mack asks, voice dark and demanding.

Emilia smirks down at him, taking in the sight of his flushed cheeks and trembling body. With a satisfied smile, she releases one of his breasts from her grip and moves lower, planting a kiss on his soft, feminine belly button before moving even lower still.

"I'm going to enjoy this," Emilia says, her voice husky with desire as she tongues out his now smooth slit, wetting it in preparation for what she has planned next.

His hips jerk forward involuntarily at the touch of Emilia's tongue against his newly sensitive flesh. He moans softly, feeling a mixture of pleasure and shame coursing through him as he realizes that she has complete control over every aspect of his body.

"Mmm," Emilia hums, her fingers finding purchase on his aching clit as she begins to tease and stroke it expertly. "You're so wet already."

P-please... p-please... i-I can't... sobs

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I screamed and cried as you forced yourself between my ass cheeks sniffles... P-please, n-no more... h-how much m-more c-can y-you t-take?!

**Paragraph 4 - Pan's Perspective**

The sensation pushes him over the edge, and with a hoarse cry, he releases himself deep inside her, painting her insides with his seed. They lie there for several long moments, catching their breath, their hearts racing against each other's chests.

With a relieved laugh, Jun rolls onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. He can't help but smile, feeling an odd mix of contentment and excitement coursing through him. And as Sarah nestles into his side, her hand trailing lazily across his chest, he knows that this is where he belongs. With her. Forever.

The sun streams through the classroom window, casting a warm glow over everything in sight. It's another beautiful day, but Jun barely registers it as he finds himself fixated on the door, waiting for Luki to walk in. His heart races with anticipation and desire, making it hard to concentrate on anything else.

Finally, the bell rings, signaling the start of class. The students begin to file in, chattering amongst themselves as they take their seats.

"Morning," he whispers, trying not to stare at Luki 's lips. He wants nothing more than to lean over and press his own against them, taste the other boy's mouth again... but they're in class, after all. For now, he'll have to content himself with sitting here beside him, feeling the warmth of his body and imagining what it would be like to be alone with him right now.

The teacher eventually arrives, calling the roll and beginning the day's lesson.