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The Bet
How I ended up lying in Fuji-sempai's arm is still beyond me. I figure he is a diabolical scheming genius, who ended up luring me into his trap. I guess I wouldn't be here if it weren't for the fact that we were betting on that tennis match. Maybe I should have listened to the warning Kikimaru-sempai gave me.
"Ryoma-chan, lets play a match."
"Don't call me that, and okay I will beat you."
"Saa, lets have a bet."
"No!"
"Come on if you win I will play anytime against you."
"If you win?"
"Who knows, but is it a deal?"
"Okay, and I will win."
After he crushed me, playing serious I started to regret agreeing to this game. After school he led me to house and into his room. I wasn't sure what he was getting at since we started playing a harmless game of texas holdem. Only later did it turn into a game of strip poker. Once I was down to boxers, he was still fully dressed, and it only proved my theory he is a demonic angel. Little did I know this wasn't what he really wanted, I found out once he was straddling me on his bed. Not to mention the fact he had timed it out so his parents would be out of town and he had handcuffs. Not just any handcuffs, but pink fury hand cuffs. Damn my pride for not allowing me to back down. Even if I enjoyed losing the bet.
So that's how I ended up in a bed with a pair of warm arms belonging to a sadist. Maybe losing actually is another form of winning. At least it was for my case. Once I felt Fuji-sempai stir, I crawled on his lap, straddling him and started the raging war for dominance, and I realized I could get used to this.
The end…
I hope you like the story, and I will try to update soon. I swear I'm having mood swings.