Chapter 1

It was late at night during Misaki Ayuzawa's 2nd year in college when she met him. The blonde-haired, green-eyed half-british boy.

She was walking home to her apartment complex when she suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder. She spun around to come face to face with a drunk old man, leering at her denim shorts-clad legs. She was about to send the old man flying with her fist, when the old man was suddenly pulled out of her reach and thrown onto the dirty pavement. She looked up to see HIM, her savior, looking down on the passed-out old man on the street with a nonchalant look on his sculpted face.

"I didnt even throw him that hard." He had said, his eyebrows scrunched up in a look of confusion.

Misaki, surprised, ran off, leavung behind her savior and her attacker.

That was how Misaki met Usui Takumi.

Up until present, two weeks later, Misaki hadnt thanked Usui. At first, she didnt know his name, but then found herself with mouth agape when she saw her savior sitting a few rows in front of her at one of her Economics lectures. She'd asked her teacher-slash-best friend Maria who he was, and that was how she knew his name.

Usui Takumi is an Economics major like her, the son of some british noble and a japanese office lady, one of the top-ranking students of their batch. He is also dubbed as the "Genius Prince" of the economics cluster, a campus heartthrob of some sort. He's tall and athletic, a person chased by almost all of the athletic teams of the University. Despite his princely appearance, though, he has a quiet and aloof character, someone who is barely seen hanging out with friends. He is the same age as Misaki, though he entered the university a year ahead of her due to his VERY OUTSTANDING academic prowess.

All in all, Usui Takumi is an amazing person.

In a way, Misaki thought of herself also as amazing. Top grades, great athleticism, great cook, hard worker, patient, thrifty. In high school, she was also the student council president. At present, she is also chased after by many clubs and associations, for her hard working personality and able body.

But Usui Takumi is amazing on a whole other level.

Which is why Misaki was reluctant to approach him and thank him for his help a few weeks ago.

Misaki sighs as she watches his blonde head walk across campus from the fourth floor of the Economics building. Their economics class with Maria-sensei had just finished, and once again, Misaki lost the guts to thank Usui. It was the last class for the day, so Misaki was probably the last person on the floor, left alone to watch him.

From her perch high above the ground level, Misaki could not only see Usui, but also every single head that followed his progress as he walked in the campus. There were so many women, beautiful women at that, whose eyes chased after Usui wherever he went. There were also women who approached him now and then.

These women made Misaki jealous. They could outright show the world how they felt for him.

But not her. She couldnt. She was too chicken. Up til yesterday, she was even too chicken to admit that she liked him.

Yes, that's right. Misaki liked Usui Takumi. Someone she'd barely even talked to, much less know. But she knew. She knew in heer heart that she liked him, so sure of it, even though it was the first time in the while of her 19 years that she's ever liked someone. If she didnt like him, how could she explain how her heart beat faster whenever he was near, or how she blushed furiously whenever their eyes accidentally meet (Misaki hasnt ever ever blushed before, even the time when the wind had accidentally exposed her underwear to everyone in school back in junior high) or how she couldnt stop thibking about him, his eyes, his hair, everything about him day and night?

And unbelievable as it may sound, she actually had fantasies about him.

Fantasies about dating him, knowing him, eating parfait with him, giving him chocolates on valentines day, of holding his hand. The tame fantasies.

But she also has fantasies of kissing him. Hard. With tongue. And a bit of nibbling.

And fantasies of him fucking her.

Of him pounding into her.

Of his penis inside her, warm and huge and throbbing...

"Stop it, Misaki!" She says to herself, slapping her cheeks with both hands as if to wake herself up. She knew her cheeks were flushed. She was embarassed of those thoughts. She couldnt believe how far her imaginary relationship with Usui had gone in just matter of weeks. Maybe by this time tomorrow, if she doesnt watch herself, in her head, they'd be married and having babies.

Her eyes watch Usui as he stops by the univeristy gates. Girls are approaching him, and despite the distance, Misaki saw Usui smile.

A fantasy popped up out of nowhere, where she was lying sprawled on a king-sized bed, with him towering over her, a smile on his sweaty face.

Misaki blushes as she feels her panty dampening. She looks around the room, and seeing no one, she slips a hand inside her black shorts to caress her clothed womanhood. Her fingertips felt rhe growing wetness, and as she trains her eyes on his figure down across campus, she slips her fingers inside her wet panty.

"Ahhhhh..." She moans silently. She bites her lower lip to keep from moaning as her forefinger finds her wet, hot hole, her movements strained by her tight shorts. As Usui stands talking with other women, Misaki imagines herself down there with him, the two of them publicly kissing each other, showing everyone that neither of them is available. Then they both run off to his apartment nearby, where Usui violently drags Misaki inside and throw her onto a soft bed in his bedroom.

His hands found her shorts zipper, andvhevhurriedly pulls the clothing off of her, taking her panties off with them. He spreads her legs wide, opening her to him. He leans down and places his mouth on her pussy, his tongue licking her from her clit down to her leaking hole. He plunges his tongue into her, lapping up every drop of her juice that endlessly flowed from inside of her.

Misaki continues to play with herself with this fantasy in mind, her eyes slightly unfocused but still trained on him.

"Usui..." She moans as he devours her pussy hungrily. She could feel his warm tongue sliding un and out of her hole, the heat of his breath pushing Misaki further to the edge. His hand snaked its way to her clit, and a finger starts to rub her furiously.

"Come for me Misaki."

She imagines him say, as she feels herself nearibg climax. Her hand speeds up, her shorts slipping down her legs. "Ahhh... ahn..." She moans, her eyes starting to close as she feels herself coming.

At that exact moment, Usui looks up.

He looks up right at where she stood, four floors up, directly at her.

He meets her eyes.

Misaki comes then and there, with a whispered moan, her eyes closing in ecstasy.

She removes her hand from her shorts, zipping it up and snapping the button, her eyes still closed. She pulls out a handkerchief out of her pocket, and wipes her fingers as she opens her eyes.

And meet the green eyes of her object of affection.

Misaki panics and freezes in shock. He's looking at me! That cant be right... Did he see me? I didnt imagine that he looked up?! He rrally did look up?! It was real?!... Maybe he didnt see?

But the smirk that formed on his lips confirmed what she feared.

He did see.

Misaki unfroze and without another thought, backs away from the window, falling on her ass as she did so.

She feels her cheeks heating up in embarassment.

"Oh god, what have i done?" She whispers.

Hey guuuys!

Its a Kaichou Wa! Maid-sama fic! Specufically, a lemon fic. Loool. This'll hopefull just be a short story, like 2 or 3 chapters.

I hope I can put up the next chapter soon. Im pretty busy with University, we know how it is. Thanm you for reading!

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Hearts and Kisses,

Hazelchii