Possession Transformation University Club Junior Nishizumi Kana Part 3 (Patreon)

Kana pinched the hem of her shirt and slowly lifted it upward. As the fabric passed over her head, the faint scent of her slightly sweaty skin wafted through the air. The smooth line from her nape to her collarbone and the small, trembling swell of her breasts were revealed. She paused for a moment with the shirt still caught above her head.

"…W-wait… Senpai, this is… kinda embarrassing…"

Though her words said one thing, her hips subtly pushed forward, making no move to stop undressing. When I simply crossed my arms without saying anything, she let out a soft laugh and fully discarded the shirt. Hugging the fabric tightly against her chest, she used her arms to cover herself—but the awkward angle of her elbows only emphasized her cleavage.

"…Happy now? Is this enough?"

Her tone was teasing as she shifted her thighs—clenching them tight, then parting them slightly in a way that made me ache to pinch her soft skin. She covered her most sensitive spot with her hands, but the gaps between her fingers revealed tantalizing glimpses. It was a pose caught somewhere between animalistic wariness and outright seduction.

I looked up at her from a slightly lower vantage point and deliberately taunted,

"Move your arms."

"Huh!?" Her voice shot up, and—flustered—she tightened her grip, only to press her breasts together and make their shape even more noticeable.

"I-I'm still embarrassed, you know?! D-don’t stare so much…!"

Her cheeks burned red as she adjusted her stance, shifting one leg back. But the change in posture only emphasized the delicate curve of her waist and the soft lines of her inner thighs. The more she tried to hide, the more the rest of her seemed to grow erotic—a vicious cycle.

"Senpai, if you keep looking at me like that… it's really bad…"

Her weak protest was betrayed by the unconscious twitch of her fingers where they rested against her core. Despite trying to keep herself shielded, her index finger trembled against her will.

When I remarked, "Hey, your right hand is slipping.", she gasped "Wh—?!" and hurriedly pressed her palm back down—only for her chest to bounce free, her nipple swaying faintly in the aftermath.

—She’s completely falling into my rhythm.

She was starting to realize herself that every one of her "resistance" moves only deepened my desire. Her blush darkened, her breath turned shallow, yet her legs—still slightly parted—made no effort to close.

"…Ugh, quit it… Senpai, you’re playing dirty…"

But in the very next breath, with glistening eyes and a timid upward glance:

"…D-do you really want to see me? That badly?"

Contradicting words, contradicting actions. Everything about her screamed—"Take control."

Just before making contact with Kana's skin, I suddenly hesitated—my fingertips barely grazing her waist, warmth bleeding into me. A question flickered through my mind: Is this really what she wants?

"…Hah…"

My throat tightened. The confidence I'd felt moments ago evaporated, replaced by a dull ache in my chest.

Kana tilted her head slightly when she noticed me stop. Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, the ends just barely kissing the curves of her chest. Though she still covered herself, her pose had relaxed—just enough to let the smallest slivers of skin slip into view.

"…What's wrong, Senpai? Getting cold feet?"

Her teasing tone was the same as always, but her eyes… they were gentle. Reassuring.

"…Nah, just…"

My words tangled in my throat.

With a soft laugh, Kana lowered her hands completely—no shield, no lingering hesitation. Just bare skin and an unwavering stare.

"It's okay. I was… kinda hoping for this from the start."

Her grin widened as she leaned forward. Then—playfully—she flashed a peace sign and arched her lower back.

"Look? Nothing hidden. I'm yours, so don't hold back."

No shame. No coyness. Just pure, unfiltered offering—her earlier desperate attempts at modesty gone, replaced by giddy exhilaration.

For a second, all I could do was blink, doubting the reality in front of me. The same girl who'd been whimpering "Stop!" now stood there, utterly transformed, beaming without a trace of restraint.

"…Wait. Your 'resistance' just now… all of it—?"

Giggling, she tapped my forehead with her fingertip.

"Bingo~! I was waiting for you to force me. Because if I really didn't want it… you'd have backed off, right?"

"……"

Outplayed. She'd been acting from the start—every protest, every squirm—scripted. That smirk belonged to the victor of some unspoken game between us.

"C'mon, no use pretending now. Just take me like you really want to. I want you to… look. To touch. All of me."

Pressing her chest forward, she bared everything—no trace of that earlier performative shyness, just certainty.

"Senpai—look at me."

Her fingers ghosted along my jaw, urging my gaze up to meet hers.

"See me? All of me?"

—And that, I realized with dizzying clarity, was a new kind of control.

Not submission.

Not obedience.

Gifting.

Her peace sign wavered, fingers loosening. Then—

"…Hey, Senpai? Secret, okay? I've… practiced this."

A confession, light as air.

"Imagining you—rough. Taking me."

Her grin turned wicked.

"So don’t hold back. Because I'm already yours."

Kana held my gaze for a long moment before slowly closing her eyes with a quiet sigh that trembled subtly in the air. Then—

"…Nn… This is okay, right Senpai? Watching me like this…?"

Her sweet breath turned the atmosphere thick, sticky—and suddenly, her knees hit the floor, sweeping down into an unstable, deep kneel. Her toes curled against the ground, calves taut, thighs trembling with the effort of keeping balance—yet even still, her legs stayed deliberately spread.

A precarious posture. Dangerous. Provocative.

"…See? You like this pose, don't you?"

Her voice dripped with amusement—too smug for someone barely holding herself up. But she wasn’t wrong. The sight of Kana swaying subtly on her knees, struggling but still desperately rutting against her own fingers, hit all of my buttons.

(…!)

Her right hand slipped between her thighs.

"Nn… Ngh…!"

The deeper her fingers worked, the shakier her balance became—tilting her hips, forcing tiny, involuntary twitches that made her movements look even filthier. I was the one holding my breath now.

"…I'm… good at this. Showing you exactly what you want… Just like this…"

Every motion was performative. Engineered to humiliate herself, to display her most vulnerable angle at the most obscene moment. The slick, wet sounds left nothing to the imagination as she pushed deeper—

"…Doing this… in front of Senpai… So embarrassing…"

Yet despite her words, her back straightened, chest pushing out—

(—!)

And then a deliberate roll of her hips, lewd and over-the-top.

"B-but…! Because you're watching… It's making me… Nh! S-so much hotter—!"

A wet squelch. Her thighs jerked violently—her balance nearly toppling. Yet she refused to fall, digging her toes harder into the floor.

"…Haha… A little… hard to stay still…! But… Senpai likes this… so… ngh… keep… going…!"

She could collapse and make it easier. But she didn’t. Instead, she locked herself into this torturous game—like staying upright was some kind of victory, some rule she’d imposed on herself just for me.

"…Senpai… How does this look? This… perverted kouhai of yours… Do I please you…? Ahh, nn…!"

Saliva strung from her lips as she let her tongue loll slightly—a puppy waiting for praise, eyes begging for my reaction.

"…I-I might… fall soon… But if Senpai keeps watching… I'll shake even harder… Ah~hn…!"

Her fingers sped up. Her knees buckled harder. And between her thighs, her slickness dripped openly—enough to nearly pool beneath her. Plip. Plip. Punishing herself for my eyes alone.

"…Ah, S-Senpai… Don't… stare so hard…"

Her fingers stilled for just a second. The teasing tone was still there, but a slow, creeping flush burned across her cheeks. Every time our eyes met—every second I lingered—her breathing roughened, hitched.

"…You just said you wanted to be seen. Now you're shy?"

"…Mm, b-because… I'm so much… hotter now…"

She tried to glower but faltered mid-retort, her gaze dipping away—then darting back down entirely. Yet her fingers didn’t stop. Squelch, slurp, the obscene rhythm filling the air while her trembling thighs struggled to keep her upright. The very danger of collapsing seemed to spur her deeper.

"…Nnn… Ah…! D-Don… make that face, Senpai… You’re making me… th-think about it too much…"

She bit her lip—then her eyes shot wide, like she’d been blindsided by a new wave of sensation, all from just being seen.

"…Ah— Just… J-just being watched is… ngh… making me… W-wait, that’s… weird—"

The last word dissolved into a whimper. No act, no pretense—just raw, untethered sensitivity. And yet, despite that, her slack mouth curled into a grin.

"…B-But… this is y-your fault… So… take responsibility… okay?"

With a jerk of her hips, her fingers drove deeper, her whole body twitching—so violently she nearly toppled over, but she caught herself at the last second, refusing to stop.

"Hah… Haaah…! S-See? This is… because of you… I can’t… stop the noises now—!"

Her hand moved faster, fingers sloppy, legs shaking beyond restraint. The flush had spread down her neck, sweat beading on her forehead—yet still, she lifted her eyes to meet mine, lips pursed in a needy, petty pout.

"…C’mon… Too late to… stop now… You gotta… watch… right to the end…"

Her voice thinned to airy moans, each thrust of her hips desperate and unsteady. This wasn’t stamina—this was pure, mindless persistence.

Then—barely audible, her voice melted into something sticky and wrecked:

"…I feel it… you… w-watching me… everywhere… Sen…pai…!"

"…Ah—My knees… h-hurting…"

Kana’s face twisted slightly in discomfort, but her fingers never slowed. Instead, she let herself sink lower, deliberately lowering her hips toward the floor—but not without one last glance at me, her eyes dipping in restless anticipation before she gave in fully.

Her back hit the ground with a muffled thud, legs splayed, hips arched up—a crooked, trembling bridge of pure need.

"Hah… H-how's… this? B-better angle… right?"

One arm lay thrown aside, the other hand now burying itself deeper into her slick folds with merciless precision. Her wrist twisted, fingers churning—squelch, squelch—each viscous sound slicing through the air between us. Strands of shimmering honey streaked down her thighs, defying gravity for moments before succumbing, pooling beneath her in liquid surrender.

*"Nn, ah—! Hah… S-Senpai… watch… all of it…!"*

Her hips tilted higher, shameless, unable to think of modesty anymore—just exposure, just him.

"…N-no, it's weird… this pose is… so filthy… but—hnn—w-when you look like that… it hurts…! I-I feel it… zapping through me…!"

Her voice cracked under the assault of her own pleasure, fingers jutting deeper, rougher—each stroke splattering more, thighs quaking, toes curling. The sweat-slick arch of her back left a damp imprint on the floor with every desperate writhe.

"M-my… ngh! My i-insides… all of it… gonna leak out— S-Senpai, look… you’re m-making me… this mess—!!"

Drops became jets—splattering mid-air now, tracing thin, shining arcs before pattering onto her hips and the floor beneath. The wet, clinging trails glimmered under the light for just a fleeting second before vanishing.

*"Haah… Hah… S-Senpaai… you’re… h-hng, seeing it, right…? All of it—? Here, *here—!"

She dragged her index finger out slowly before plunging back in alongside a second—immediately stirring them in tiny, devastating circles. The effect was instant: her inner thighs jumped violently, an electric ripple seizing her from hips to shoulders.

*"NNGH—! I c-can’t… just… you looking… my hips… ah, *AAH—!"

Her suspended arm buckled, grabbing wildly at empty air as her stomach arched further. The delicate curve of her throat gleamed with sweat, head thrown back as her back bent impossibly tighter. There was no more holding back—only the dizzying rush of sensation, dragging her under—

"…Go—ood, y-yes… keep watching… I'm—I’m gonna… come from this…!"

The last word was barely a breath before her fingers turned feral—speeding into a blur, the once-controlled pace shattered into full, gushing abandon—

"HAAAAAH—! NN'GAH, HYAAA—!'AHH♡♡♡!!"

Her scream choked off as her body jolted. A visible spray burst from her, thighs snapping inward reflexively while her hips jerked—sliding uselessly against the slick floor. Tremors racked her, rhythmic spurts pulsing out in shimmering ropes, splattering across her own stomach with tiny, wet pats.

"Haah… hah… S-Senpai… did you… s-see…? I… all of it… came out…"

One last violent twitch—then she collapsed, muscles loosening entirely. Arms limp, legs sprawled, her entire body glistening under harsh fluorescent light—a masterpiece of sweat and submission.

And then—slowly, hazily, her lips curled.

"…But… probably… not enough yet… right? Sen… pai…"

A drowsy, smug smile. A challenge.

Always chasing more.

"…Nn… Senpai… you can tell me what to do, you know…?"

Kana's voice still carried that playful lilt, but now her lips glistened, her pupils dilated with unmistakable hunger. With trembling fingers, she traced her collarbone, her sweat-slick body sprawled across the floor—soft, pliant, entirely his.

Her knee lifted, thighs pressing together teasingly as she arched her back—displaying herself with deliberate slowness.

"Because I—I love you, Senpai… So you can use me, however you want…"

A delicate bare foot stretched out, toes pressing against his knee—a silent plea. Grab me. Take me. I'm waiting.

"I… want to feel even better. So move me. Touch me. Make me feel good—♡"

Her fingers slid lower, grazing her swollen folds with featherlight pressure—already so wet it dripped.

"My body… already feels like it’s yours." A whisper, trembling. "So… just… do whatever you want with it…♡"

Her hips rocked up, shameless, needy—no fight left, only greed.

Her eyes burned.

"…See? I'll obey anything you say…♡"

With a slow, knowing smile, she rose onto her knees, palms sliding up his thighs—warming, testing.

"…You've been watching me so closely. Like you need me…"

She leaned in, lips parting—languid, deliberate—her dark hair spilling over his legs.

"…I know what you want." A breath. "I can always tell… by looking in your eyes."

Then—without hesitation—she bowed her head, taking him into her plush mouth with a soft, worshipful sigh.

Her tongue glided, exploring every inch of him, dissolving into slow, filthy heat.

"Mmm… chu… ♡"

The sound sent tremors through her—but she didn’t stop, only deepened her rhythm, hollowing her cheeks with practiced ease.

"…Nn… You've imagined this, right…?" She pulled off just briefly—lips glossy, swollen—before diving back down eagerly.

"Let me… control you like this too…" A hot, wet lick. "Let me… take all of you… ♡"

Her voice dripped between breaths, coaxing his restraint to shatter.

"Because I… I want to be the one who makes you come undone this time—!"

And then—her mouth closed over him again. Tight. Unrelenting.

She wasn't just teasing anymore.

She was taking more.

The moment Kana's tongue dragged up the length of his cock—slow, deliberate, heat searing straight to the base of his spine—his entire body twitched, muscles locking in electric shock. His hardness pulsed violently in her mouth, veins standing out stark under wet, parted lips. A thin string of spit clung between her bottom lip and his shaft, glistening obscenely before snapping under the movement of her mouth sinking down again.

"Nn… chuu… ah… ♡"

A tiny, delighted exhale escaped her as she took him deeper, her tongue swirling along the underside, tracing veins like she was mapping him—memorizing him. Her eyelashes fluttered, gaze flickering up with molten amusement watching him unravel above her.

"Senpai… you taste so intense… ahha, you're throbbing… ♡"

Her whisper dripped with honey-dark mischief, tongue pressing flat against the head just to savor the shudder it tore from him. Pulling back, she arched her spine deeper, pushing her chest forward, hips rolling up just slightly—offering, tempting, owning the space between them.

"…Hey… wanna show me how you touch yourself?"

Her request curled in the air, soft but commanding, settling into his bloodstream before dissolving into fire. For a suspended breath, Kana only stared—eyes glazed, lips parted—before her mouth curled into a slow, slick smile.

"…Yes. For you… anything…"

Kneeling back, she obeyed in split focus—her right hand cupping his length again, tongue tracing the leaking tip while her left slid down her own stomach achingly slow. Fingertips skimmed the inside of her thighs, dipping inward with practiced ease—

"Nn… ♯"

—And the second she touched herself, her entire body jolted. Eyes squeezing shut, breath hiccuping against his cock, spit pooling messily over him as her fingers worked without hesitation between slick folds.

"Hah…♡ nn… chuha… chuu… lewd…♡"

The rhythm was filthy. Synchronized. Her mouth moved in time with her fingers—tongue dragging up his shaft while fingertips teased her clit in sharp circles, every few strokes dipping lower just to gather slickness before dragging back up. Each time she pressed too deep, her back arched uncontrollably, breaking the pace just long enough for a punched-out moan before she steadied herself again.

"Ah… Nn, chu-u… ♯"

Her spit spilled thicker now, lipstick smeared from the force of hollowed cheeks, sloppy with no thought for restraint. She looked ruined—caught between the pleasure of sucking him off and the violent tremors wracking her from her own touch. Her fingers moved faster, breath panting around him—

"Nn…! Nngh…♡"

—Then, abruptly, her left hand sped up, losing rhythm entirely. Her climax crashed without warning, spine bowing, toes curling against the floor as she slammed two fingers inside herself, wrist working in frantic, shallow thrusts.

"Vha—! Ngnn, mmh—! ♡♡♡"

Her mouth went slack—drool dripping unchecked down his length—before she snapped back into focus, swallowing him deeper than before, relentless even as aftershocks raced through her. Her hand kept moving, wet squelchs punctuated by shuddering gasps—eyes glassy, drunk on sensation, commitment.

Finally—slowly—her left hand withdrew, fingers glistening. She held his gaze through swollen red lips, her smile triumphant.

"…I think… I really love this… ♡"

Her thumb brushed lazily over her clit one last time—just to watch his eyes darken—before climbing into his lap without breaking contact.

"So… now do I get to see you fall apart too?"

The humid air clung to their skin as Kana brushed sweat-damp bangs from her forehead, her eyes fixed on her senpai’s untouched hardness. A slow, pleased smile curled at the edges of her lips, glossy with spit.

"…Ahaha, you’re really stubborn, Senpai. After all the work I put in, you’re still holding back?"

Her voice was syrup-thick as she tilted her head, peering up at him through wet lashes. Her right hand slid down his length with sinful familiarity, while her left traced lazy circles beneath, thumbs smoothing the tension from his tightening sack.

"C’mon… Normally, you wouldn’t last like this, right…?"

A whisper, sticky-sweet against his ear—her tongue darting out to tease the lobe right as her grip tightened, then loosened, teasing the sensitive ridge beneath his head with an experimental flick. "…It’s the perfect hardness. Fits in my hand just right… So hot, pulsing like this… You’re so hot, Senpai."

Each stroke was calculated—slow drags, then slick twists, her palm catching the thick bead of precum and smearing it down in a thin, glistening layer. "Mm… Do you know how much I love this? Being close… touching you… It makes me so happy."

Suddenly, she leaned in, her breasts pressing flush against his thigh as she hugged his leg between them. The warmth of her skin seeped into him, her movements growing filthier the tighter she held on.

"Hey… you can let go… Come all over my hands… I want you to mess me up."

Her thumb swirled over his tip, spreading the slickness with a teasing smear before her fingers tightened again. "…Feels good in Kana’s hands, right? Feels good just for me… That’s okay…"

Watching him arch back into the bedsheets, his breath ragged, her pupils blew darker.

"…Oh, wait. I’ll tell you a secret."

She leaned down, lips grazing his ear. "I love the face you make when you come… I wanna see it. Now."

The tenderness vanished—her strokes turned rough, relentless, the base of her palm grinding up as her thumb attacked that sweet spot beneath the crown. "…Well? Can you take it? I think you can… but I wanna hear those really lewd noises, so hurry up and break for me?"

Her fingertip traced a vein, her teeth grazing his neck. "Nn… I wanna feel it—when you lose it. My teeth, my hands… everything at once, right? That would ruin you."

She squeezed, her palm cradling his pulse—counting down. "There… you’re close, aren't you? So hot… so hard… You’re even making me excited. So go on… give me every last drop…"

Then—one final pull—tight, deliberate, twisting—

"…Gonna come, gonna come… Let's go together…♪"

—Triggered.

"…! A-ahhh—!!"

The first thick stripe hit her fingers, her wrist, her stomach—sharp pulses rocking through him as she held tight, unmoving, until the very last tremble. "…Wow… So much… Hah, Senpai, you looked so good…"

His body sagged, breath heaving. And when he finally lifted his gaze to meet hers, she was beaming, flushed cheeks and shining eyes.

"…Well? Did you like Kana’s hands?"

Kana stood frozen, her gaze locked downward as she took in the sight between his legs. Her toes curled against the floor, knees trembling faintly against each other in a telltale sign of restrained desire. A quick bite of her plush lower lip—then the slightest rocking of her thighs together, betraying the desperate need coursing through her.

"…Ngh!"

The moment her senpai's fingers touched her, her whole body jolted taut. She sharply sucked in a gasp, trying—and failing—to stifle it. But it was no use; as his thumb slid along slick, drenched folds, her inner thighs quivered like she'd been shocked.

"Looks like Kana wants to be fucked."

At those words, her face burned scarlet in an instant. Between fluttering lashes, her eyes—wide and dark with unrestrained hunger—gave her away completely.

"N-no… it's—it's not like th-that…!"

Her attempt at denial twisted into a choked whimper the second his fingertip pushed past her entrance, already shamefully soaked. What was left of her resistance crumbled as her hips, of their own accord, rolled forward, seeking more.

"Then you won’t mind this, either?"

His finger slid in—deep—and a sugar-sweet moan tore from her throat, unpinned. Both hands flew to her mouth too late—fingers splayed mid-air like she wanted to claw into something, anything.

"Nha—! W-wait… st—AH!"

She tried to pull back—only for his other hand to lock around her hip, holding her in place. Helplessly, needily, her body squeezed around the intrusion, dragging him deeper.

"Look at you—soaked. Your body doesn’t lie, does it?"

A sudden thrust of his finger upward, and her spine arched violently. Dazed eyes lost focus. A broken gasp. Every ragged breath drew out another spill of slick from her pulsing core.

"I'm going to ruin you."

Her body reacted faster than her mind—knees buckling, hips dropping shamelessly into his grip. The evidence of her pleasure was undeniable: nipples stiff, skin fever-hot, every inch of her desperate to be touched.

"…Ahhh… H-hyaan…♡"

Gone was coherent speech. Kana buried her face against his neck, damp strands of hair sticking to sweat-slick skin. With each twisting stroke inside her, she helplessly clenched down, heels digging into the floor.

Pleasure coiled—tight, tighter—as his fingers worked deeper, rougher. Spasms wracked her, thighs quaking as her fingers dug into his arms.

"Nnn--I can't… can't… I'm g-gonna—♡"

She shattered with a high, keening cry—too far gone to fight it. All she could do was take it, writhing against him with each dizzying wave of pleasure while he watched, ruthless, as her body gave in.

"Good girl."