True Artistry (Nagatoro)

True Artistry (Nagatoro)

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Themes: Nudity, Rough Sex, Titjob

Summary: After Senpai and Nagatoro get together, Hana finds herself at loose ends. She's happy for them, but also a bit lonely. That is until a brand new Senpai shows up interested in joining the Art Club!

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Sitting there in the otherwise empty art club, staring at the blank white canvas on the easel in front of her, Hana Sunomiya is finally forced to admit the truth... she’s feeling a bit lonely recently. And also, it’s starting to really affect her artwork. Normally she could just turn her feelings into art and be fine, but she’d been staring at this canvas for the past twenty minutes now and hadn’t even made the first stroke.

The worst part is, she knows the issue too... and there’s nothing to be done about it. Senpai and Nagatoro have gotten together properly at long last. After watching them basically beat around the bush for so long from the sidelines, Hana was actually wholeheartedly in favor of them finally being a couple, despite Nagatoro’s initial assumptions about Hana being a rival.

And really, Senpai still made time to come by the club room often enough... just not as often as before. Nothing had REALLY changed by and large, but that didn’t stop Hana from feeling a strange sense of longing in her chest. Like she was missing something even though she had lost absolutely nothing.

She-

“Ah... hello? Is this the club room for the art club?”

Blinking owlishly, Hana looks up to see a young man stepping into the room, running a hand through his hair somewhat sheepishly. She immediately clocks that he’s about a year older than her... and she’s never seen him before. However, she had heard a rumor about a new student transferring in this past week. Could this be him?

Either way, she quickly stands up and makes sure to bow at the waist to him.

“A-Ah! Senpai... yes, this is in fact where the art club meets... may I inquire as to why you wished to know?”

When she looks up again, he just scratches at his cheek somewhat bashfully.

“Well, I was told I had to choose some sort of club or else I’d be in trouble. And art is always something I’ve been interested in but not really had time for. So...”

Hana’s eyes are alight with excitement. A new member of the club?! And a new Senpai to boot!

“Yes. You should definitely join the club. Please, come and sit over here and show me your art!”

“Wha- I couldn’t possibly use your canvas, that would be- oh, its blank...”

Blushing, Hana doesn’t look her new Senpai in the eye, even as she forces a sketch pencil into his hand.

“Please... make something beautiful for me!”

Her Senpai’s hand grips down tightly around the pencil, and for a moment he gets this determined look in his eye. But then there’s a long, pregnant pause where he doesn’t bother putting pencil to page. Finally, his shoulders slump and he lets out a sheepish laugh.

“I... honestly don’t have a single clue of what to draw. I’m drawing a total blank here.”

Ah. It would seem that in her haste and passion, she’s made him nervous. Hana bites her lower lip for a moment, feeling guilty for trying to rush her new Senpai into things. But then a thought comes to mind... what would her older cousin do in this situation? And really, the answer to that question was blatantly obvious.

“W-Well, when you’re drawing a blank on what to draw, the President of the Art Club always says the best subject... is the nude human body!”

Her new Senpai stares at her in shock.

“Wha-?”

But before he can question her, Hana elaborates... by busting open her own top, revealing her bra-clad tits.

“Don’t worry, I’ll happily be your model!”

Without hesitation, Hana proceeds to strip naked right there in front of her Senpai, getting nude and baring it all right in the middle of the club room. Honestly, as confident as she might appear outwardly... inwardly, Hana is nervous as all hell about this. She learned it from her cousin of course, who was much more confident than she was. But... fake it till you make it, right?

“It’s the only way you’ll truly feel the LOVE you need to be an exceptional artist!”

For a second, she thinks this might be where he finally draws the line. It would make sense. But instead, much to Hana’s delight... he suddenly lurches out of his chair and grabs her by her hips, slamming into her from behind with a guttural growl.

“Fuck! You honestly seemed so demure at first... but I guess this is who you really are... heh, I kind of like it.”

Hana’s eyes widen and her face goes crimson at that. Luckily he doesn’t see it, seeing as she’s turned away from him. Yes... yes, this was who she truly was, wasn’t it? All her life, Hana had tried to be polite and respectful, the perfect woman by society’s standards.

But that wasn’t exactly how her cousin was, no? Sure, Sana was a serious, stern, and responsible woman... but she was also free with herself and her desires! Free with her body and her nudity most of all! In that regard... Hana wants to be like her cousin. She wants to be like her so bad it hurts.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

Passionately moaning up a storm as her new Senpai fucks her hard from behind, Hana’s tits sway forcefully from how hard he’s pounding into her pussy. That is, until he reaches around and grabs them up, his growling right next to her ear and his hands kneading and fondling her tits like there’s no tomorrow.

“Y-Yes! Don’t hold back, Senpai! Don’t let up, not even for a second! Give it to me! Give me all of your LOVE! Make me really feel every inch of your passion! This is how you unlock the next level! This is how you get in the proper mind space to make TRUE art!”

Tossing her head back along his shoulder, Hana cries out as she cums hard all over his cock. Her orgasm causes her pussy walls to clench and flex along his pistoning dick... which in turn seems to be what finally tips him over the edge as well.

“Fuuuuck!”

Groaning at the top of his lungs, her Senpai proceeds to paint Hana’s insides white, his seed this time winding up deep in her womb and coating her love tunnel, rather than in her belly. In both cases, Hana can feel the intimacy between the two of them has truly transcended to a fresh new level. Having her Senpai’s seed in both her stomach and her cunt at the same time... that’s something special, for sure.

As he slowly pulls back out of her and collapses back into his chair, panting heavily, Hana holds onto the easel for a long moment, staring at the sketch art of her naked and clasping her hands in front of her. It really is a startlingly good piece of linework... but it’s not finished. And Hana has to admit, she wants to see what it will look like once it’s done, now that her Senpai has truly experienced all the love she has to offer.

Shakily, Hana grabs up a paint brush and puts it in her Senpai’s hand, looking him in the eye as he blinks in confusion.

“Now you have to finish, Senpai. Paint me. Show me what you’ve learned about me, what you’ve seen in the depths of my soul.”

She’s deadly serious as she speaks, and her meaning seems to get through to her Senpai because he slowly nods. Moving behind him, Hana drapes her arms over his shoulders and around his neck, her breasts pushing up against the back of his head. She’s not sure what will come of their coupling. She hopes it will have worked, but she can’t say for certain.

Still, as an hour and some change goes by, Hana watches as her new Senpai paints the linework he’d done and turns his sketch of her into an actual colorful masterpiece. She watches as the original artwork, a good but not great piece, slowly comes to life under his talented brush strokes.

Biting her lower lip, Hana sees a world in the painting of her that her Senpai makes. Her painted self is the embodiment of femininity and also sexuality. It’s like her Senpai said. He’d thought her to be demure at first but had come to learn about the real her. It comes through in the painting he makes of her quite well, with her naked visage somehow managing to straddle the line perfectly between naïve innocence and depraved yearning.

The way her hands are clasped together in front of her in the painting, it almost feels like she was asking for it even back then, though she hadn’t thought she was originally. Through his art, her new Senpai is teaching Hana things she didn’t even know about herself!

“That’s... that’s wonderful, Senpai. I can already see the difference in your artwork. I can already see how much you see of me and my true soul!”

“... I just painted what came naturally, to be honest. And frankly, with your tits pressed against the back of my head, what came naturally was definitely sexual in nature.”

Hana giggles. Her Senpai was quite the jokester, wasn’t he?

“Ah... you know what this means Senpai?”

“Hm?”

“It means we’ll be doing the same thing again tomorrow! With this technique, we can continue improving your artwork! Who knows how high you can reach?!”

“... Yeah, alright.”

Hana beams. Her new Senpai was perfect in every possible way...

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