Silence.
Tomo.exe crashed.
Misuzu's brain blue-screened.
Akemi, despite her, uh, predicament, let out a tiny, strangled sound, somewhere between a moan and a dying fish gasping for air.
"..." x2
Tomo's eye twitched. "The fuck did you just say?"
She couldn't believe what she had heard or probably just didn't want to.
I shrugged. "I mean… unless you've got a better idea?"
I wouldn't have suggested it if it weren't a last resort. Really, you can believe me.
There's no benefit of mine in this.
Misuzu finally rebooted. "Wait, wait, wait. We can't just—Tomo, say something!"
Is this really the topic of her mother's friend getting fucked?
Tomo didn't answer. She turned to her mother. Then back to me. Then back to her mother. Then back to me.
Her fists clenched. Her jaw tightened. And in the most pained, reluctant voice ever, she muttered:
"Have you done it before?"
"..."
"..."
Misuzu made a sound like a dying seagull. "Tomo?" Was she agreeing to this?
I rubbed my chin. "I don't think it matters." Technically, yes. Though not in this life.
Akemi let out another whimper, her legs shifting. I could practically hear the war inside her head. Dignity versus death.
Tomo groaned into her hands. "Kill me. Just kill me." How bad could her luck get? First, she was nearly forced into it. Now it was happening again, but this time out of necessity.
Misuzu, still fully in denial, flailed her arms like an NPC stuck in a loop, completely out of character. "Wait. There has to be another way. We could try cold showers, meditation, breathing exercises."
I gave Akemi a slow, "are you seeing this?" look.
She was one twitch away from starring in a very specific genre of anime.
"Yeah, how's that working out?" I deadpanned.
Tomo whimpered. Misuzu whimpered.
Akemi… well, she was having a different kind of whimper.
"So, we doing this or…?"
Tomo muttered something.
I heard it. But for some reason, I made her say it louder.
She looked at me, her face going red, either from anger or embarrassment, probably both.
"Just do it."
I wasn't about to let her change her mind. So, I did the most optimal thing.
Close the distance.
Chop one. Tomo down.
"You—"
Chop two. Misuzu down.
I glanced around. Five people in the room. Only one still conscious—Akemi. She had seen everything but didn't say a word.
I hauled Misuzu upstairs, because, you know, guest room downstairs. And then did the same with Tomo.
And for the record, I was a perfect gentleman. Didn't touch a thing.
Why go for skim milk when you've got premium hot chocolate ready to go?
Unless, of course, you're a glutton. Which, okay, I am. But I have some self-control.
I snapped back to reality. Akemi was looking at me, flushed and wobbly.
"You…"
Akemi tried saying something, voice barely a whisper, but yeah, wasn't letting her finish.
Didn't waste time. Just closed the distance, one hand on her waist, the other trailing up her back, fingers barely there but enough to make her shiver.
Breath hitched. Eyes flickered. Hesitation, anticipation, a little bit of both.
"Don't think too hard," I muttered, not really giving her a choice.
Then I kissed her.
She froze. Just for a second. Like her brain straight-up blue-screened. Then she just melted. Hands gripping my shirt, like I was the only thing keeping her from falling over.
But she didn't push me away.
Didn't even try.
Since there was no resistance, I kept going, my tongue dominating her mouth while both hands clenched her butt, sinking into its softness with only her pajamas acting as a barrier.
Maybe all the back-to-back action had me feeling a little too bold.
My grip tightened on her ass, fingers sinking in just a bit more, pulling her closer.
She let out a muffled sound, somewhere between a moan and a gasp, but I pulled back before she could run out of air.
Yeah, she definitely needed a second to breathe, but I wasn't wasting any time.
I picked her up, surprising her with a princess carry.
With the confusion on her face, I carried her to the bed. Even though the two chained men couldn't see, I didn't want to do it in front of them.
And since I still didn't know her thoughts on exhibitionism, it was a no for now.
I plopped her on the bed, positioning myself above her, continuing our kiss. Our tongues began to play together once more.
While her nails dug into my back, my hands moved to her shirt buttons, opening them one by one without losing focus.
Once they were all open, my eyes drifted down to her breasts, though I still didn't let her catch her breath.
Black.
Although I didn't want to wait, I moved, sitting up and pulling her up with me, my tongue still not wanting to stop. My hands returned to her, removing the fabric, loosening the lingerie before it fell.
I had to let her breathe, though. That blossom was waiting for my attention.
I let her fall back, taking deep breaths. Following her, I moved down, adjusting myself enough to start kissing her skin.
"Ahhn~"
She couldn't suppress a moan as I nipped at her left peak, while my fingers teased the other.
Then, I did what came naturally, a primal instinct.
I suckled.
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