Note: this is a one-shot. I'm extremely thankful to everyone who liked this, but I felt like I had to let you know that a part 2 isn't happening. Bathtime was planned to be a single chapter story. Thanks and see you!

Drenched in frog saliva. What a perfect state to be at.

But now they were home. This, in fact, was a perfect place to be at, given the circumstances.

Kazuma opened the door, leaving the metallic handle sticky from the spit covering his entire body. Megumin went inside the mansion right after him, having to force her feet out of the ground with each step, for the gluey saliva which also soaked her made the soles of her boots stick to the floor.

Chomusuke came meowing towards them as soon as they got in. Megumin let out a smile upon seeing her cat, her heart warming a bit despite all the tension. She kneeled and stretched out her hand. "Oh, Chomusuke! Were you a good—"

Chomusuke sniffed the dismaying scent covering her owner and ran away, squeaking.

Megumin kept her hand stretched, at the brink of tears. Meanwhile, she saw Kazuma's wet pants pass by as he walked past her. "Well, I'm off to the bath."

Kazuma had barely given two steps before he felt his arm being pulled back by Megumin's fingers, holding his sleeve. He clenched his teeth as silence fell tensely upon them. "What is it."

Megumin hid her eyes under her hat brim. "Surely you've heard of ladies first?"

"I yearn for true gender equality," Kazuma said, his eyes shaded by enigmatic glooms. "I have no patience for one who talks about female privilege when it suits them and then complains about someone 'not being a man' when it's convenient!"

Barely had he heard Megumin groan, he strongly hauled his arm back and disengaged. The spit made his sleeve slide out of her fingers like a hot knife slides down the butter. Then, he ran. She ran after him.

Their wet shoes slipped and drifted as they shot themselves across the hallways, panting and yelling. They climbed stairs and kicked doors open until finally reaching the bathroom's entry, which patiently waited for them. Kazuma creaked and grabbed the door handle as strongly as he'd grabbed the panties he'd stolen during his adventure on that world.

In the meantime, Megumin quickly reached his steps, but he powerfully placed his hand onto her face, pushing her head back. She shrieked, tiny hands waving in the air while trying to scratch him.

"Besides, if you want to be treated like a lady, grow into one first!" Kazuma yelled, squeezing her nose, getting frog spit into her eyes.

"You're treating me like a child again, aren't you? For the record, I'm only three years younger than you!" Megumin yelled back, shutting down her eyelids to block the gross fluid that blinded her.

"Yet you seem like just a kid to me, so you're wasting your time!" Kazuma pushed her again, making her slide and lean against the wall — then simply began stripping, quickly pulling his pants down.

Megumin squeaked and pointed at him. "The guy is actually taking his clothes off!"

"I'm not backing down on this one! No matter what! Get it?" Kazuma took off his shirt, tossing if away. "If you do, then get out of here already!"

"I see." Megumin put her hands on her waist, her face a marbled piece of seriousness. "So you don't really see me as a woman, then." She grabbed her cloak and pulled it off, waving it on the air. "In that case, I may as well join you!"

But Kazuma wasn't yelling or frantically flapping his arms anymore. In fact, he just stood still, looking at her with a disgraceful nonchalant expression. "True. Getting in together will solve both our problems."

"Wha?" Megumin backed away, holding her cloak against her chest. "E-Excuse me, doesn't this usually call for a response like, 'Dummy, I could never do that!', and then bashfully allowing me to use the bath first?"

"Just so you know, I'm not the type to go for clichés," he said, pointing at her. "Say, for instance, you were in love with me and some other girl was making moves on me. If you were to, out of jealousy, inflict some unjust violence on me, I would fight back with no hesitation. I'm a guy who does what he has to do! You'd do well to remember that!"

"Oh." The wizard took a step back, her lips contracting in incredulity. "I get the feeling your application of that saying leaves something to be desired, but all right, fine." Then she started walking away, as if accepting the defeat.

Kazuma stomped his foot. "So, after provoking me like that, you're not gonna join me? I'm surprised at your lack of resolve."

Megumin turned around as quickly as a tornado, her face now a living burst of fury, as if his words were the ultimate trigger to her wrath. "How dare you? You think I lack resolve?"

"Yep."

"Them's fightin' words! Fine, I'll get in!" She threw her cloak at him, striking his face. "It's just a bath! I can do that!"

Megumin strafed forward and grabbed the towel Kazuma had wrapped around his waist. She began hauling it, immediately revealing to the world the boy's intimacies, to which he screamed in terror and grabbed her hands, trying to pull the towel back. "Now stop skulking behind that towel and let's get in the bath!" she shouted.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! What are you doing?" The towel's knot on his back untied almost completely, forcing him to use one hand to hold it in place. "Stop, you idiot! Don't pull on it, you perv! Show a little shame!"

The towel finally flied away, slithering in the air before falling to the ground. "Out with it!" Megumin said, having wisely closed her eyes before she could see anything.

The bath was warm.

Kazuma moaned in release, though the wet towel covering his parts underwater was a bit uncomfortable. Well, he thought, the only thing more uncomfortable than that was the idea of being fully exposed in front of someone like Megumin. Or maybe not.

She was leaning on the other side of the bathtub, having a towel wrapped around her body from her chest down to her groin, covering everything up. Nonetheless, her chin rested on the stone edge of the bathtub, her face so relaxed it looked like she was sleeping.

"Hey."

"Yeah?"

"I thought cats didn't like baths." Kazuma pointed at Chomusuke with his toe. The cat dipped herself in a small tub of warm water, purring.

Megumin sighed. "She likes to stay clean."

Five seconds of silence.

"Hey."

"Yeah?"

"Is that other girl gonna be okay?"

That other girl… Oh, Yunyun. Megumin's mind was too relaxed to think properly. "I'm sure I'll see her again. She chases after me, claiming to be my rival, after all."

"She's the same age as you, right?"

It was probably because of his malicious smile while saying that, but Megumin looked at him with anger. "Why don't you just come out and say what you were thinking when you looked at me just now?"

Kazuma chuckled. "I was thinking about how everyone matures at their own pace—"

"Darkness blacker than black and darker than dark…"

"Hey, cut that out! It's bad for my heart!"

"Hmph!" Megumin sat back down, that sphere of purplish darkness dissipating in the air. "I'm sure that, in another year or two, I'll have a body that'll leave Yunyun on her knees…"

Kazuma drifted his eyes across her covered, small body, that wicked smile still on his face. "Hmmm…"

Megumin blushed and enfolded herself with her arms. "I'd appreciate if you'd stop staring so intensely!"

But the adventurer seemed to be just spacing out, looking elsewhere, or looking at nothing in particular. "Why are we in the bath together?"

"Why bring that up now?" the wizard rumbled.

Kazuma shook his head. "Nevermind. Back to the body talk."

"I don't want body talk! I…" She blushed again, this time lowering her eyes in unexpected sorrow. "Haven't you ever come to think that I feel like shit when it comes to my body?"

They stared at each other. The boy tilted his head, still in that maddening nonchalant way. His green eyes glistened by the candlelight. "I never said your body was ugly."

"I think it is!"

"Just because you're a small girl — and by that, I mean in every way —, doesn't mean it's ugly."

"You're not helping!" Megumin splashed water everywhere when a sudden burst of anger made her fling herself towards Kazuma, but she stopped midway, that shy expression taking over again.

Kazuma sighed and poked her foot with his. "C'mon, don't be sad. If it makes you feel any better, you have the cutest feet among all of the girls in this house."

"The cutest — what."

"What?"

Megumin frowned, gawking. Then she looked at her own foot, underwater, and raised it, emerging her bare leg. Kazuma was gifted with the sight of her sole and curling toes, two feet away from him. "Do you… really think?"

"Think what?"

"Don't pretend you're an amnesiac retard now that you gave me the slightest, faintest shard of hope for self-esteem! You… said my feet were cute." She raised her other foot off the water, placing both feet together and observing them, as if it was the first time on her life seeing her own feet. "Are they… really?"

Kazuma stretched his open hand, palm facing up, towards her feet. "I'm partially blind. I need to touch things in order to see them properly."

"Like shit you are!"

"You doubt a blind man's statements? How evil of you, Megumin."

"Tch!" She looked away, blushed, and timidly placed her right foot on his palm. "There…"

"Ah, now I can see," Kazuma muttered to himself, deliberately rubbing his hands all over her petite, tiny foot. It was soaked with water, in a way her skin was painfully soft. "Yep, indeed. You have cute and soft feet, Megumin."

Her cheeks were still red, but she smirked, crossing her arms on her chest. "Better than the other girls'?"

"Aqua-sama's are softer, though."

"Lies! You just said I had the best feet!"

"Doesn't mean you have the softest ones."

"I… You don't… can't…" Megumin was losing trace of her words, her train of thoughts.

Because the adventurer had begun to massage the most sensitive spots on her foot.

"H-Hey, Kazuma." Her lips trembled as her blushing got more intense. "What. Are you doing."

"Don't pretend it doesn't feel good. Every living being likes foot massages."

He popped her big toe, his thumb sinking in the soft flesh beneath. Megumin let out a loud, nearly shameful moan, becoming as red as a tomato. "S-Stop that!"

"I will stopn't."

"That's not even a wor- oh. Oooh." Megumin bit her lower lip, closing her eyes and constricting her shoulders. "Oooh, Kazuma, don't st- No! I demand you to stop!"

"Stop I won't," said the boy, not making much effort to hold her foot in place, even when her other foot nearly kicked him in the face. "Don't deny the pleasure to yourself."

"Darkness blacker than bla- Uooh… That…" She scrunched her eyelids, clenched her teeth and finally sighed, clicking her tongue upon sloping against the edge of the bathtub. Kazuma saw her face relax more every second, the pink on her cheeks turning into a deep red. "It… feels so good, Kazuma…"

The boy proceeded to rub her arch, sore from the walk. Her foot was smaller than his hand; it could fit entirely on his palm and still let one inch of free space. "See? It's not that bad."

Megumin avoided his gaze, but couldn't stop a few low, restrained moans from coming out. "Keep… keep going."

"I'm almost done with this foot. Enjoy it while it lasts."

"There's still my other foot… You…" Her eyes shot open, her pupils a mere dot on her red irises. "You won't leave my other foot untouched, will you?"

"I don't know. Depends on my mood."

"You— ooooooooh…" She moaned as Kazuma squeezed her heel with all the strength he had, then leaned down in defeat, the tips of her hair dipping into the water.

"Perhaps if you say please."

Megumin immediately emerged her other leg and pointed her toes at his face. "Please."

Kazuma let go of her right foot and grabbed her left one. She couldn't contain one more moan as the massage advanced.

"'Thanks' is a polite and popular way to show gratitude towards good actions, you know?"

"Th-Thank you."

"You're welcome." He studied her curled toes up-close while rubbing her sole. So tiny and fleshy… "You see, Megumin, there's no need to feel bad about your body. If you want to change it to please yourself, that's okay, but don't feel bad just because you think you don't please other people's eyes. Besides, if you want to receive more compliments, then just start walking around in sandals. I'll make sure to compliment your feet every time."

"The last thing I want is for you to spit your malicious commentaries about my feet in public!" Her expression softened again, just like it did every time a new wave of pleasure spread through her body. "I… I just wish I was like Yunyun, that's all"

"Just because her boobs are the best?"

"Just because— yes."

"Well, Megumin, some people like smaller boobs, you know."

"Do you?"

"I have a philosophy about boobs," Kazuma said, raising his index finger. "If they're boobs, they're boobs, and boobs are gorgeous. That is my philosophy. Thank you very much for your attention."

Megumin stared at him; at his untiring fingers slithering through her wet foot. "Do you… want to s—"

"Yes."

The wizard now was as red as a pepper, leaving the tomato aspect behind. Nonetheless, she slowly untied the knot of her towel and then let it float on the water.

Kazuma's eyes glowed in delight. Megumin's boobs were, of course, small, but so perfect. Their lack of exaggerate volume and beefiness made them stand up firmly instead of pointing down, and her nipples, erect like Kazuma's own intimacies were, shone wetly in pink.

She continued to avoid his gaze, suddenly finding one of the burning candles of the chandelier hanging from the ceiling very interesting. "S-So. How…"

"They're fantastic, Megumin."

The wizard turned her gaze onto another random object in the bathroom, but she couldn't keep a smile from escaping her lips. Then she dared to look at her own foot — the closest she could get now from looking at Kazuma — and, next, to the blatant bulge on the adventurer's groin, forming a white mountain on the towel. "I… Don't just sit there staring, for god's sake! Show… show me yours too…"

"My boobs? They're already bare," said Kazuma, diddling his nipple.

"No— You know what I'm talking about, Kazuma." She was so red it looked like her blood would start leaking out of her pores at any second. "I took off my towel. Take yours off too."

The adventurer gently let go of her foot — then pulled the towel off his waist so fast that the water splashed on Megumin's face. As if that wasn't enough, he threw the towel on her face, the wet fabric sticking to her skin.

"Don't do this! Don't throw this at my face; it was right over your— oh." Her red eyes fixated on that point, so wide they could pop out at any instant. "Oh."

Kazuma grinned, spreading his arms across the bathtub's edge and raising his waist from its bottom so that his member, stiff and long, threateningly emerged from the water like a sea dragon. "Say, it's awesome, isn't it?"

Megumin immediately covered her face, but separated her fingers so that she could look past them. "I… I don't…"

"Here," said Kazuma, wiggling his waist so his member would swing on its base from side to side. Precum already dripped from it, but the water veiled it. "Look. It's gorgeous. My most precious possession. My biggest pride. My prized sausage that's worth thousands on the market. My—"

A watery sound coming from below interrupted Kazuma's long monologue about the financial value of his penis. Upon following the sound, he saw Megumin's left foot slowly slithering towards his shaft. He froze and his member stiffened, becoming immobile, as her toes got closer and closer.

Megumin's big toe poked his frenulum. She immediately squeaked and withdrew her foot. "It's so damn hard!"

"Did you seriously have to touch it to find out?"

"Would you rather me not to touch it?"

"Well, now you left it wanting more," Kazuma said, using his chin to point at his twitching staff. "You should take responsibility for your acts."

"You can't just throw all the responsibility for this situation on me! It was you who influenced me to bathe with you on first place!"

"If I recall correctly, this idea came from you. I just accepted it."

"You could have simply denied it! You could have simply let me bathe first!"

"Megumin," Kazuma voiced, serenely, holding the base of his cock and pointing it at her. "It's beginning to soften. Keep going."

The girl gasped, crossed her arms below her breasts, looked away once, twice, shook her head, but finally started stretching out her leg again.

Her bare toes found his tip, immediately squishing his glans under them, then spreading as she struggled to fit his thickness between her big and second toe. Once she managed to, Megumin's foot went down do his base, surprisingly steady on its motions, then back up to the head, which she impetuously squeezed before repeating the movements. "There," she muttered, forcing an angry tone, but failing to hide her tremendous shyness. "How… does it feel?"

"M-Megumin…" Kazuma clasped his teeth, closing one eye and barely managing to keep the other one open. Her skin, her touch, her tenderness… The softness, the smoothness, the feeling… How long had he been wanting that? That sensation? That pleasure? That bliss consuming his dazed mind while all that he could think about was the person pleasing his thirsty member? While all that he could think about was Megumin, an Arch Wizard from the Crimson Demon Clan?

She made an angry face, speeding up her pace, feeling his cock twitch between her toes. "I asked you how it feels! Answer me! Don't make this more embarrassing than it already is!"

"A-Ah, Megumin!" Kazuma moaned, his nails bending upon pressing against the stone. "It… it feels really, really good…" He bent forward and took her other foot in his hand, bringing it close, then grabbed both of her feet and placed them tightly around his cock, moving them up and down. "Do it… like this, with both feet…"

Megumin struggled to get her grip right, but she figured it out in no time. Between the arch of her feet, she could feel his dick throbbing, sliding on her skin, being divinely crushed by her marshmallow-soft, wet flesh. "I don't get it…" she said. "I don't get how this feels good… Hey, stop moaning that loud! Do you want to make me have a seizure out of awkwardness?!"

"Megumin," Kazuma said, not hiding his struggle to keep his words straight and uninterrupted. "Let me explain to you something about dicks: any touching feels good. The end." He threw his head back, groaning. "And your feet… I told you they were soft…"

"Hmph!" Megumin stared at her working feet, filling her cheeks with air. "Are you… hum… going to…"

"Cum? Oh, ho, ho, you'll have to do more than a footjob to get the sperm out of me, girl."

"How dare you— are you saying I don't have the capacity to make you c-cum?"

"If you're just gonna keep stroking me with your feet, I highly doubt that… You just don't have enough skill…"

"You were just now moaning like a pig! How can you say I'm unskilled now?"

"Well, Megu- Ouch! Don't squeeze it that hard, goddammit! I just meant you… huh… won't be able to make me blow my load with just your feet, get it? I mean, you're gonna have to at least suck me off…"

"There's no way I'm putting my mouth on that! No way, you hear me?!"

"Well, if it helps, semen tastes just like vanilla."

Megumin's eyes shot open in amazement and curiosity, but she soon put back on that adorable angry face. "You're joking," she said, her feet still stimulating him.

"I give you my word. Look," Kazuma showed her his palms. "I'm not crossing fingers."

The girl bit her lip, looked at Chomusuke, who slept on the tub, then closed her eyes in resignation. "Fine."

Kazuma grinned in eagerness as she pulled her feet back and kneeled. He sat on the edge of the bathtub so that his groin was at the level of her face, now that she crawled on all fours towards him. That sight and expectation nearly made him hyperventilate.

"Right," Megumin muttered upon reaching him. She grabbed his cock by the base and pointed it towards her face, discreetly sniffing it in order to try and smell something gross, but looking genuinely surprised when no scent hit her. "Tell me how to do it."

"Put it in your mouth. Suck hard. Swirl tongue. No teeth. Good to go."

"Tch… If it doesn't taste like vanilla, I'll explode your room while you sleep." She looked at his tip. "How deep should I go?"

"As deep as you can go…?"

Megumin took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and opened her mouth. Her tongue came out, drooling and hanging over her lower lip. Kazuma held his breath and broadened his eyes — slowly, teasingly, she approached. He saw his tip disappearing inside the darkness in her mouth and felt the warmth of her breath before she unhurriedly shut her lips around his shaft. He instantly moaned, letting all the breath he was holding escape. As she slid her mouth back to his very tip in an excruciatingly sluggish way, he felt every cell of his body scream in desire for more.

"My fucking God, Megumin," he panted. Kazuma's hand held the side of her head, his fingers caressing her scalp, and, to his surprise, she put her own hand on top of his, gently leaning her head on the direction of his touch. Her carmine eyes met his emerald ones as she once more slid down his shaft, taking him in, gifting his flesh with the insides of her cheeks. Upon going back up again, she remembered his instructions and swirled her tongue around his glans. With that, Kazuma let out a scream and bumped his head on the wall behind him.

Mildly, he pushed her head back down, feeling like fainting every time he entered her mouth. "A bit faster…"

Megumin, still holding his hand against her head, sped up, sucking more sturdily and moving her tongue around him with added haste. She could only take him in to the very half of his length, but it already felt so impossibly good that Kazuma could barely hear his thoughts. It was as if a loud, roaring wind blew his ears from each side.

"Try… sucking and stroking it at the same time," he begged, watching her other hand move to his base and grasp it strappingly. That hand began stroking him in earnest, going up and down at the same pace as her mouth was, her lovely, soft lips leaving their wet trail on his skin. "Yes…" Kazuma moaned. "Just like that… Don't stop, Megumin… I'm really close…"

"Yr mhwng mhr nw…"

"I have no fucking idea what you said. Just keep sucking."

Kazuma rolled his eyes up, savoring every inch of her mouth and the entrance to her throat, which his tip constantly poked. He bit his lip with such strength it almost bled, his fingers remaining dug into Megumin's scalp.

Then the feeling grew, and grew, and blew.

Right into Megumin's tiny mouth.

At first, she gratefully took the spurts of semen, craving for the vanilla taste — but the vanilla taste didn't come. It was more like pool water with a lot of chlorine or something of the sort. With her eyes gouging out, she spat his still throbbing cock and coughed violently onto the water, spluttering all the cum in it, watching as the white fluid acquired a smoky consistency when submerged. She looked at Kazuma to yell at him, but his cock gushed out one more rope of semen, straight onto her face. His guttural moans were all she could hear, but it didn't stop her from washing that sperm out of her face and slapping him hard in the face. "You lied to me, you fucking lying liar! It tastes nothing like vanilla! You didn't even cross your fingers! Do you have the faintest amount of decency in you?!"

Kazuma opened his eyes and faced hers, the crimson intensified by her furor, and laughed. He… laughed.

"What are you laughing at, you deceitful moron?!"

He splashed the water with his foot, making Megumin look at it. "My toes were crossed."

The wizard hurled herself on top of him, painfully pushing his back against the wall and punching him in the ribs. He laughed even more, grabbing her hand when she attempted to punch him again, then her other one. His butt slid on the wet stone and they both sank back into the water, splashing wet droplets on all directions, scaring Chomusuke out of her tub.

Megumin gritted her teeth. "Darkness blacker than black and darker than—"

Kazuma silenced her.

With a kiss.

Her eyes were still goggled, facing the adventurer's lovingly closed ones as his lips pushed against hers. She tried to withdraw at first, but Kazuma grabbed her by the nape and pulled her back. Back to him. Her hand punched him in the shoulder once — and then he felt her relax, at last conquered, and hungrily open her mouth in response. He pushed his tongue onto hers, and they swirled around each other. Her small hands first leaned on his shoulders, then slid down his back, caressing the line of his spine it with her nails.

Slowly, they parted their mouths, wheezing, lips linked by a single line of saliva. "Say," Kazuma muttered. "Will we go all the way?"

Megumin looked down and realized she was sitting on his lap. His still stiff member elevated upwards right behind her butt, accommodating itself on the curvy rift of her ass cheeks. "I…" she murmured, staring at its intimidating length. "I'm still a…"

"Virgin, I know. That's why I want my first time to be with you, Megumin — I'm a virgin too."

The wizard looked at him and soon moaned loudly — he had bent his head forward and took one of her nipples into his mouth, suckling on it, scrabbling the sensitive flesh with his teeth. "Ah, K-Kazuma, I…"

"Though I may be, in fact, a pervert, as you love to say," he spoke against her nipple, "I truly am a man to care for consent. So take your time to decide, Megumin."

She patted his head, scuffing his hair, feeling his soft tongue play with her erect nipple and circle around it. "Do you… really want to, Kazuma?"

"More than anything."

Megumin kissed the top of his head. "Then so do I." She lifted up on her knees a bit, a shy indication that he should proceed. With caution.

Kazuma grabbed his cock by the base and bent it on his own direction. The tip rubbed against her asshole, making it twitch, then encountered her lower lips. Megumin bit her lip as he started to gently and teasingly rub his glans between them, gliding all the way to her clit, already swollen, and back. He carefully pushed against her pussy and let its cavities and curves lead his cock to its entrance; to the right hole. There he stood, patiently. "Ready when you are."

Megumin closed her eyes and slowly began to come down. Kazuma's head spread apart her tight entryway, dilating it to envelop its width; not forcing its way inside, but politely asking for permission to enter. She yelped and the adventurer whined, their mouths wide open, as inch after inch of him went slowly into her, with delicacy and concern for her pain. And yes, it hurt — it hurt so much that she wanted to cry, but she endured it. She endured the pain, for it was a necessary thorn bush to cross before leaping onto the rose meadows.

Kazuma groaned, almost failing to see the small puddle of blood that began flowing out of her vagina. His dick seemed crumpled; it was like Megumin's insides were some sort of carnivore plant slowly crushing his member from all directions, tighter every second, but yet it felt splendidly spectacular. He then felt his tip touch her womb, the very limit of her space, whereas two and a half inches of his cock were still left out.

"M-Megumin…" Kazuma panted, softly pulling her hips up. She still had that frozen expression of ecstasy and pain mixed together on her visage, facing nothing in particular, but her little remnants of consciousness made her push herself up; the feeling of his thick shaft slowly leaving her insides was at the same time relieving and despairing, as if she couldn't live with both the idea of having him in and having him out. Even so, she got up until only his glans was inserted in her, then came down once more, ever so slow, ever so cautiously, having her pussy fill up again. She let out some sort of moan she hadn't released before.

"Tell me… tell me if it hurts too much," Kazuma succeeded to say, trying not to faint from the sensation. In and out, leisurely. In and out. "I'll… stop if it does…"

Megumin clutched his face between her hands, fondling his cheeks with her thumbs. "It hurts," she wailed, getting closer to his mouth. "But it's you, so I don't care." Then she kissed him again.

Kazuma's hands went straight to her butt, squeezing its cheeks, helping her pull herself up and then push back down. The pace gradually augmented, and it felt better every second, more dizzying every minute. He didn't know how long had they spent there, repeating those same up and down movements, but he didn't care — if it was up to him, he'd keep going on forevermore. It felt marvelous beyond words; better than his (former) virgin mind could have ever conceived. It wasn't just the tightness, but the texture. The way it was tight; how it squeezed down on him. Everything was perfect. Everything.

"M-Megumin… I'm sorry, Megumin, but…" He grunted again, sinking his nose between her tits, feeling the poundings of her frenetic, little heart. "I am… I was a virgin, after all, and I just came, so it's sensitive… Which means I'm… I'm almost… again…"

It took every last bit of self-control she had in her to speed up. She began spinning her hips round and round, ignoring the excruciating pain mixed with the stunning, incomprehensible pleasure and desire for more, sending his thickness out, then in again, as much as she could. Kazuma moaned pitifully as she kept emitting loud, high-pitched whines, her eyes dribbling tears over her red cheeks. Then she felt his cock expand protractedly inside her, along with a warm, nearly hot sensation when his semen fired out again, painting the insides of her walls and filling up her womb; Kazuma was basically screaming, thrusting himself in her with near lack of control, as he poured his seed in her; as his seed overflowed from out of Megumin, spreading like ropes of white smoke under the crystalline water, spiraling down and up and on and on.

And then there was silence. A silence broken only by loud panting and gasping. Megumin's head rested on Kazuma's shoulder, as his own head just hanged to the side. They both seemed passed out, but they were fully conscious, solely immersed on the activity of processing everything that had just happened.

Kazuma had fucked. He, a fulltime NEET, a Hikikomori — he had fucked a girl. A cute, adorable girl. In a bathtub. It all went too well for his first time; it all felt too good — but not for her, he knew that. She still had not came, and it had surely hurt like hell for her to take him in. To lose her virginity. An unfair joke of biology, maybe. In order for her to feel good with penetration with such a tiny pussy, she'd have to fuck a couple more times. Maybe three. Or four.

Megumin raised her head and looked him in the eye. She smiled heartily, caressing his cheek and chin. "Did it feel good?"

Kazuma swallowed dry and nodded as affirmatively as he could. "You?"

She shook her head and looked down. Only now he realized he was still buried in her. "I got used to it halfway through, but it just hurt more than everything…"

"That's how first times for girls are. The pain ends with time."

The wizard glanced at him again, her eyes shouting out a silent request. "Would you mind making me get more used to it until I no longer feel pain and feel as good as you?"

Kazuma grinned and gave her a lenient peck on the lips. "Not at all."