Mimimi Utsukushisugi | The 100 Girlfriends Who Really Really Really Really Really Love You

The late afternoon sun, a molten gold, dripped through the classroom windows, painting long, lazy streaks across the worn wooden floor. Mimimi Utsukushisugi, her signature blonde hair catching the light like spun moonlight and her cerulean eyes holding a familiar, vibrant spark, found herself alone with Rentaro. The usual cacophony of the other girlfriends was absent, a rare, almost eerie quiet settling over the school after hours. She smoothed down the front of her uniform, a nervous flutter in her stomach, a feeling she had become intimately familiar with, yet one that never quite dulled with familiarity. Rentaro, his expression open and endearing as always, sat beside her, a faint blush dusting his cheeks as he met her gaze.

“Mimimi,” he began, his voice a gentle murmur that sent a shiver down her spine. “Is something on your mind?”

Mimimi’s heart thudded against her ribs. It wasn’t just ‘something’. It was everything. It was the overwhelming, beautiful, terrifying love she felt for this one, extraordinary boy, a love that threatened to consume her at any moment. She had 99 other rivals, each with their own unique charm and devoted love for Rentaro, but in this quiet, golden moment, it felt like it was just the two of them. The air itself seemed to hum with an unspoken energy, a prelude to something profound.

“Ren-kun,” she started, her voice a little breathy. “I… I was just thinking. About us.” She traced a pattern on her skirt, her gaze flitting between his kind eyes and the way his uniform fit him. The thought of his touch, his warmth, his… presence, was a constant, delightful ache in her chest.

Rentaro’s blush deepened, a testament to his own unspoken feelings. He reached out, his fingers tentatively brushing against hers. The contact was electric, sending a jolt of pure sensation through Mimimi. Her breath hitched. This was it. This was the moment where the unspoken became spoken, where the simmering tension would finally ignite.

“What about us, Mimimi?” he whispered, his gaze holding hers, a question and an invitation all at once. His thumb gently stroked the back of her hand, and Mimimi felt a wave of heat wash over her. The romantic tension, so carefully cultivated over countless shared moments, was reaching its apex. She felt a deep yearning, a desire that went beyond mere affection, a primal need to be closer, to explore the depths of their connection.

Her mind, usually so adept at witty banter and energetic pronouncements, struggled to find the words. Instead, she leaned closer, her blue eyes locking with his, a silent promise passing between them. The scent of her perfume, a delicate floral blend, wafted towards him, mixing with the faint, clean scent of his school uniform. He smelled of sunshine and earnest effort, a scent that made her want to bury her face in his chest and never let go.

“I… I want you, Ren-kun,” she finally managed, her voice barely above a whisper, but filled with a raw sincerity that made Rentaro’s breath catch. The confession hung in the air, heavy with unspoken desire. Her large, blue eyes, usually so bright and playful, were now clouded with a vulnerability and a desperate longing that was utterly captivating. Her blonde hair seemed to glow in the fading light, framing a face flushed with anticipation. This was a side of Mimimi that only Rentaro had ever truly seen, a raw, passionate core beneath her energetic exterior.

Rentaro’s response was not in words, but in action. He gently cupped her cheek, his thumb stroking her soft skin. The tenderness in his touch was almost overwhelming. Then, he leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a kiss that was both hesitant and hungry. It was a kiss born of shared affection, of growing intimacy, and of a burgeoning, undeniable lust. Mimimi’s hands found their way to his shoulders, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. Her big tits pressed against his chest, the soft curve of her ample breasts a tantalizing sensation against his uniform. She moaned softly into his mouth, the sound a confession of her own urgent need.

The kiss deepened, becoming more passionate, more demanding. Their tongues danced together, a thrilling exploration of shared sensation. Mimimi’s mind raced, a delightful whirlwind of desire and affection. She wanted more. She wanted to feel him, all of him, against her. The romantic tension had fully transformed into a powerful, urgent sexual tension. She pulled away slightly, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous, yet deeply passionate, gleam.

“Ren-kun,” she purred, her voice husky. “This is nice… but I think we can find a more… comfortable place for this.” She gestured vaguely towards the adjoining empty classroom, the one used for extra-curricular activities, the one that was always, blessedly, empty at this hour.

Rentaro, his face flushed and his eyes alight with desire, readily agreed. Together, hand in hand, they walked into the deserted classroom. The setting was simple, but the atmosphere was electric. The room held a few desks, a whiteboard, and the lingering scent of chalk. But for Mimimi and Rentaro, it was a sanctuary, a private space where their overwhelming love and burgeoning passion could truly bloom. She turned to him, her smile a potent mix of playful teasing and genuine adoration.

“So, Ren-kun,” she whispered, her gaze sweeping over his frame. “What do you want to do with your girlfriend, Mimimi?” Her big ass swayed slightly as she shifted her weight, a subtle invitation that spoke volumes. The thought of him taking her, completely and utterly, sent a delicious thrill through her. She imagined the feel of his hands on her, the taste of his lips, the deep connection they could achieve.

Rentaro’s breath hitched. He looked at her, truly looked at her, and saw not just his girlfriend, but a woman filled with a passionate love and a burning desire. He reached out and gently pushed a stray strand of her blonde hair behind her ear. “Whatever you want, Mimimi,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion and desire. “Whatever you want.”

Mimimi giggled, a sound like wind chimes. “Well,” she said, stepping closer, her body now intimately close to his. “I’ve been wanting to… explore. With you.” Her hands drifted down his chest, unbuttoning his uniform with practiced, yet still thrillingly tentative, movements. Each button that was undone revealed more of his earnest, appealing form, and with each reveal, Mimimi’s desire grew more potent. She loved the way his eyes would darken with arousal, the way his breath would hitch when she touched him in a certain way. This was the culmination of so many shared smiles, so many tender moments, so much unspoken longing.

As his uniform parted, Mimimi’s gaze fell upon his exposed chest. She ran her fingers over his skin, feeling the warmth and strength of him. He was so beautiful, so earnest, so utterly devoted. And he was hers, in this moment, completely and undeniably hers. Her hands continued their exploration, moving lower, towards the waistband of his trousers. The anticipation was a delicious torment, building with every passing second. She wanted to feel his skin against hers, to feel the full weight of his body, to be utterly consumed by him.

Rentaro’s own hands were not idle. He gently pushed her uniform down, his touch reverent as he exposed the soft skin of her shoulders. He marveled at her beauty, the curve of her neck, the soft swell of her breasts. His gaze lingered on her ample, blonde-haired form. He saw her big tits, their soft curves promising unparalleled pleasure, and her inviting, generous ass, a perfect, soft mound that he longed to caress and claim. He felt a deep, primal urge to possess her, to claim her in every way possible. The romantic love he felt for Mimimi was now intertwined with a powerful, burning lust.

Mimimi let out a soft moan as her uniform slipped further down her arms, exposing the swell of her ample breasts. Her nipples, already hard with anticipation, strained against the delicate fabric of her bra. Rentaro’s eyes widened slightly, captivated by the sight. He reached out, his fingers brushing against her skin, a feather-light touch that sent shivers down her spine. He gently cupped one of her breasts, his thumb stroking the taut nipple. Mimimi gasped, her knees weakening slightly.

“Ren-kun…” she breathed, her voice trembling. This was more intense than she had ever imagined. The romantic affection she felt for him had always been strong, but this raw, physical desire was a force of nature, pulling them both under its intoxicating current. She leaned into his touch, her body arching slightly. She wanted to feel his mouth on her, to taste her, to worship her. She moved her hands to his belt, her fingers fumbling slightly with the buckle, her eagerness overriding any shyness.

As Rentaro’s lips found her hard nipple, Mimimi cried out, a sound of pure pleasure and surrender. Her hands worked at his trousers, her desire now an insatiable fire. She wanted to feel him, hard and throbbing, pressed against her. The thought of his cock filling her, pushing deep within her, sent waves of heat through her body. She finally managed to unbuckle his trousers, her fingers brushing against the warm skin of his abdomen. Rentaro groaned, his body tensing with shared anticipation.

“You’re so beautiful, Mimimi,” he whispered against her breast, his words a potent aphrodisiac. He continued to suckle, his tongue teasing and tormenting her nipple, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Mimimi’s hands were now fumbling with the zipper of his trousers, her eagerness making her clumsy, but her desire overriding any concern for grace. She wanted to feel his erection, to hold it, to guide it.

With a final, eager tug, Mimimi managed to pull his trousers down. She gasped at the sight of his erect penis, thick and pulsing with desire. It was a testament to their connection, to the passionate love they shared. She reached out, her fingers trembling as she touched him, feeling the smooth, warm skin, the incredible hardness. Rentaro moaned at her touch, his body shuddering. He guided her hand, showing her how he liked to be touched, and Mimimi, eager to please him, followed his lead. Her hand moved up and down his shaft, her touch becoming more confident, more passionate. She loved the feeling of his hard cock in her hand, the way it pulsed with life. Her blowjob was not just physical; it was an act of love, of devotion, of pure, unadulterated lust.

Rentaro closed his eyes, a groan of pleasure escaping his lips as Mimimi’s hand worked its magic. He felt a wave of bliss wash over him, a deep satisfaction that he was giving her so much pleasure. He could feel her love in every stroke of her hand, in every soft gasp she let out. He wanted to reciprocate, to give her the same overwhelming pleasure. He gently pulled her uniform down further, exposing her perfectly rounded breasts, their nipples aching for his attention. Her big tits were a sight to behold, soft and full, promising untold delights. He lowered his head, his lips finding her sensitive nipples. He suckled and licked, tasting her sweetness, driving her wild.

Mimimi cried out, her back arching as Rentaro’s mouth worked its magic on her breasts. Her fingers continued their ministrations, increasing the pace, her desire reaching a fever pitch. She wanted to feel him inside her, to be completely consumed by him. Her eyes met his, a silent plea for more. She wanted the creampie, the ultimate culmination of their passion.

Rentaro, sensing her unspoken desire, pulled away from her breasts. He looked at her, his eyes blazing with a mixture of love and lust. He gently pushed her back onto one of the desks, the cool wood a stark contrast to the heat building within her. Mimimi eagerly lay back, her blonde hair fanned out around her head, her blue eyes wide with anticipation. Her big ass was perfectly positioned for him.

“Mimimi,” he whispered, his voice raw with emotion. “I want to make you mine.” He slowly lowered himself to her, his gaze never leaving hers. He reached down, his fingers gently parting her legs. Mimimi gasped as he began to lick her, his tongue a skilled artist, exploring every sensitive inch of her. She moaned and writhed under his ministrations, her hands clenching the edge of the desk. The sheer pleasure was overwhelming, a tidal wave of sensation that threatened to pull her under.

He focused on her clit, teasing and tormenting it with his tongue, bringing her closer and closer to the precipice. Mimimi arched her back, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She couldn’t take it anymore. “Rentaro!” she cried out, her voice a desperate plea. He intensified his ministrations, and with a shuddering gasp, Mimimi came, her body convulsing with waves of intense pleasure.

Rentaro waited for her to catch her breath, then leaned in and kissed her deeply. He then moved to her rear, his eyes lingering on her plump, inviting ass. Mimimi, still breathless and flushed, turned on her hands and knees, her blonde hair falling over her shoulders like a silken curtain. She presented her ass to him, her blue eyes wide and pleading. “Ren-kun,” she whispered, her voice husky. “Please…”

Rentaro’s heart hammered in his chest. He loved this side of Mimimi, this vulnerable, passionate side that craved his touch. He gently spread her cheeks, his gaze lingering on her slick, welcoming entrance. He took his time, his fingers teasing and preparing her. Mimimi moaned softly, her body already anticipating the pleasure to come. She was ready for the doggystyle, ready for the ultimate penetration. She wanted to feel him deep inside her, filling her completely.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Rentaro entered her. Mimimi cried out, a mixture of pleasure and intensity. He was so thick, so hard, filling her to the brim. He began to thrust, his movements steady and deep. Mimimi moaned and gasped, her body arching with each powerful thrust. She loved the feeling of his cock stretching her, filling her. The romantic love she felt for him intensified with every beat of their intertwined hearts, every thrust of their bodies.

“Oh, Ren-kun,” she whimpered, her voice choked with pleasure. “You’re so… so good.” She loved the way he looked at her, the raw lust in his eyes, but also the deep affection. This was a perfect blend of their love and their desire. She gripped his hips, pulling him deeper with each thrust. She wanted him to feel how much she enjoyed this, how much she loved being filled by him.

Rentaro’s thrusts became more urgent, more demanding. He wanted to give her pleasure, to make her cry out his name. He could feel her body clenching around him, her moans a symphony of arousal. He was deep inside her, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. He whispered her name, his voice raw with passion. He loved Mimimi’s big ass, the way it jiggled with each thrust, the sheer volume of her. He also loved her big tits, their softness pressing against his chest as they moved together.

“Mimimi,” he groaned, his voice thick. “I’m so close.” Mimimi felt the building pressure within her, the inevitable climax drawing nearer. She tightened her grip on his hips, her own body starting to tremble. She wanted to feel him inside her when she came, to feel his seed fill her completely. She loved the idea of the creampie, of being utterly possessed by him.

Rentaro’s thrusts became wilder, more desperate. He felt himself losing control, the culmination of their passion upon them. He pulled out for a moment, just long enough to see her face, flushed and ecstatic, her blonde hair a halo around her head, her blue eyes filled with pure, unadulterated pleasure. He then plunged back in, hitting her G-spot with a powerful thrust. Mimimi cried out, her body convulsing. Rentaro felt himself release within her, a torrent of hot semen flooding her womb. He groaned, his own climax washing over him as he buried his face in her neck, breathing in her scent.

Afterward, they lay tangled together on the desk, their bodies slick with sweat and pleasure. Mimimi’s blonde hair was a mess, her blue eyes still bright with lingering arousal. Rentaro held her close, stroking her hair, his heart full. The romantic love they shared had found a new, deeper dimension in their passionate encounter. He had given her his seed, and she had received it with open arms, a testament to their bond. Mimimi nuzzled into his chest, a contented sigh escaping her lips. The quiet classroom, once just an empty space, now held the echoes of their love, their passion, and their shared ecstasy. It was a memory they would both cherish, a testament to the extraordinary depth of their feelings for each other. She knew, with a certainty that settled deep in her soul, that this was just the beginning of their beautiful, passionate journey together.