This story was written in the fashion of a role play. Some parts will be edited to flow better in the style of a story, but it will mostly remain in the same format. I wrote the part of Yoshiki and my friend is responsible for the part of Ayumi. The writing was done by us, but we do not own the franchise or characters included.


Yoshiki was incredibly terrified as the ghost without an eye approached him after the boy ghost had tied him rather tightly against a sturdy pillar, the girl had scissors, and was inching closer to his face. Dammit... if only he hadn't gotten separated from Ayumi... He tried to struggle against the restraints, but it did no good. The girl began cackling, eerily opening and shutting the scissors as they neared his face. He attempted to back away, but eventually found that his back was against the wood, and he had nowhere to go, and no way to get out. I can't... let Shinozaki be by herself! he thought, panicked over his life of course, but also fearful about what would happen, or maybe... even was happening to Ayumi. "Ugh, let me go!" he demanded, not going down without a fight.

Ayumi's quick pace slowly evolved into a run as her head felt a sharp pain. She really shouldn't be running towards the ghost, but she had a sick feeling that she had to. She hated the fact that she had gotten separated from Yoshiki. She felt so insecure in this place without his watchful eye over her. Her hand clutched the bottle Naho had given her what felt like forever ago. The holy water would keep her safe, which was good, considering she may be running into a trap. She entered the classroom she felt the ghosts were in, her mind registering the blue forms and Yoshiki quickly. She uncapped the bottle, not hesitating to splash the protective liquid over the ghosts. She let out a heavy breath as the blue forms faded. She was panting, the running had taken its toll on her. She recapped the bottle and put it away into her skirt pocket before she looked at Yoshiki. Her face went red as she fully realized his bound up position, something stirring in her. "A-ah, you okay, Kishinuma?" she asked as she caught her breath. She would try to just ignore the heat flooding her system... she didn't even think bondage was a turn-on for her, but she couldn't deny how... well, hot it was to see him like that.

Yoshiki flinched as he heard the scissors threateningly close, but then he heard of splash of water and the ghosts' screams as they were pushed away. He looked over as the scissors fell to the floor, relief flooding through him at seeing Ayumi there, and unharmed. "Shinozaki! You're okay," he commented with a smile, but then registered her own question, "Ah, yeah... I'm fine... You came just in time." His body relaxed slightly without the danger of losing his life present, but it was a little difficult to get comfortable with his hands restrained.

Ayumi smiled lightly, glad she had listened to her instinct. She didn't want to think what would have happened to him if she had taken or time or avoided the ghosts. "Mm... well... I guess you need a hand, eh?" she joked lightly as she tried to make light of the situation. Ayumi felt a little embarrassed walking over to him, looking over the ropes that confined him. She looked at the rope tied around his hands, hoping she'd be able to undo somehow from there. She leaned over, hands messing with the ropes, trying to loosen them, though they didn't seem to give at all.

Yoshiki smirked slightly at her pun, a little thankful for a lighter atmosphere. "Yeah, a little..," he commented, turning his head slightly to watch her mess with the binding. With the current luck she was having with it, this wasn't looking good... It'd really suck if he got stuck here... If the ghosts came back, he'd have to get Ayumi to run away somehow, if he couldn't get loose.

Ayumi's fingers were trying to slip into the knot and pull it loose, but so far she wasn't getting a good angle. Her face was red, though she was hoping that the general darkness of the school would keep that hidden. She was on her knees besides him, angling herself weirdly to avoid touching him. She really shouldn't be so bothered by the situation. She swallowed thickly, letting out a frustrated sigh. "Ugh, hold on," she grumbled, moving her knees so they were straddling his hips. Her heart was pounding loudly in her ears from the inappropriate position, but it was the only angle she could really get at. Plus, the sooner she got him free, the quicker she could stop obsessing how much she liked the visual.

Yoshiki felt increasingly nervous as she shifted for a final time, her legs on either side of him, like some sort of... inappropriate, tight embrace, but with legs... He flinched slightly as she moved forward to get at the knots near his hands better, hardly able to think straight. He was certain his face was a deep red, and he was fearful about how his body would react, or maybe already was reacting. Ah God... I can't... control myself..., he thought nervously, shutting his eyes as if bracing himself for a terrible, awkward filled moment.

Ayumi was struggling with the knot when she felt something brush against her inner thigh. She paused her actions, letting out a small noise of confusion towards the feeling. Her eyes widened, her already reddened face seemed to grow warmer as she realized what was going on. Honestly, she was surprised. Really, really surprised. There was no way she thought she'd ever have that affect on Yoshiki. Maybe it was just the fact she was a girl, with nothing to do towards her specifically. Still, knowing he was hard gave her a strange burst of confidence with herself. She moved herself lower, pressing herself against the bulge and giving an experimental grind against it.

Yoshiki was ready to be slapped or something as she made a noise of confusion, turning his head with horror at the embarrassing circumstances. But... he waited, and heard nothing come from her. He slowly faced forward again, hesitantly opening his eyes, but didn't get long to prepare. The initial, deliberate press of their bodies already made him take in a sharp breath, the contact sending a new, amazing feeling through his body. At first, admittedly, he thought it had been an accident, but when she moved against him his mind blanked and he gave a small groan. His breathing was slightly heavier, and his brain felt foggy as he tried to give some sort of explanation to this. "Aaaagh... Sh... nozaki..?" he questioned in a confused haze, his eyes narrowed at her with overwhelming sensations.

Ayumi felt a heat between her legs at his groans and heavier breathing, a strong desire in her to hear more. The grind had shot a spike of pleasure through her, though she stalled her movement when she heard him question her. She really wasn't sure what to tell him... Sorry, I'm horny? You look incredibly hot like this? We've faced about a hundred near death experiences and I just need to feel this? She felt a small worry buzzing in her head that he didn't want this. "I... ahh... s-sorry... You just... look really great like this..." she admitted, mortification grasping at her. Did she just admit a kink? What was wrong with her? But, she didn't want to crawl off his lap and play it off. She wanted to move forward, but she wouldn't do something like that without his approval. "I, uh, can stop," she mumbled, fighting to keep eye contact with him. She really wanted to look away, but she was too drawn towards him to.

Yoshiki stared at her, slightly recovering during her pause of movement, but the need had already been ignited, and wouldn't go away anytime soon. He blinked as she admitted her quirk, though he didn't think she was weird. He was actually rather more turned on, because he was the one who had made her this way. True, it was in strange circumstances, but that didn't dampen his eagerness. He grew slightly panicked when she mentioned stopping, noticing that his hesitation and prior questioning had left her unsure. "N-no, I... I don't... want you to stop..," he admitted with embarrassment, but he couldn't possibly deny such contact with Ayumi.

Ayumi smiled at his reply, a heat inside of her begging to find release. "Okay," she said softly. Her eyes were half-lidded with desire as she moved herself against him again, the feeling of his hardness mind boggling against her folds. She leaned forward, tilting her head slightly as she pressed her lips against his. With the actions going on, she wasn't shy to quickly add her tongue into the equation.

Yoshiki found his breath grow heavier quickly after she began moving against his cock again. He fought to keep his eyes open and focused on her, but found that unnecessary as she brought their lips together. He met her tongue with his enthusiastically, twisting around her's before exploring her mouth, an occasional groan surfacing from the throbbing pleasure. His own head tilted and eyes shut in ecstasy as his surroundings melted away, and there was only them.

Ayumi's own pleasure escaped through her throat in moans as she felt pressure building in her lower abdomen. The feeling of his tongue against her's sent shivers down her spine. Even with all the sensations spiking through her, she quickly became hungry for more. She broke the kiss, panting heavily as she stopped grinding and rose herself up a bit. Her hands fumbled with undoing his pants, giving his erection freedom from the constricting material. Her fingers hooked under his boxers and pants, pulling them down enough so she could expose his dick. She lowered herself down on him again, allowing the thin fabric of her panties to be the only barrier between their skins. She adjusted her folds around him, moving her hips against his cock. She let out a shuddering gasp, it felt so much better than anything she's felt before. She could hardly imagine how amazing he would feel inside of her.

Yoshiki opened his eyes slightly as she pulled away, curiously watching as she lifted herself. Of course it was a little embarrassing to be so bare before Ayumi, but at this point, he couldn't hardly care less. He shuddered and groaned along with her gasp, feeling a lot more of her than he anticipated with the fabric between them. He could almost feel inside of her, and the moistness of the panties were practically driving him wild. Unable to keep completely still, he began moving with her, his eyes shutting again as his moans increased in volume in between his heavy breathing.

Yoshiki moving along with her was sending her mind into overload. It felt so good, but she needed to keep a certain amount of focus since she was in control. She leaned forward to kiss him once again, but this time she caught his tongue in her mouth and sucked lightly on it. The feeling caused her toes to curl, though she released his tongue shortly after so she could move her tongue against his once again. Her rocking against his hard cock did not cease. One of her hands were on his shoulder, gripping the fabric of his jacket tightly. The other rested on his chest, over his heart. There was something about feeling his quickening heartbeat that made her wet and hot. She couldn't get over the fact that she had this affect on him.

Yoshiki's moans were muffled as she leaned in to continue the interaction between their tongues, but the stimulation was only becoming greater and more mind-dizzying. The friction and wetness against his sensitive skin was sending waves of pleasure all through him, and making him yearn to know her on a deeper level. He pulled away from her to slide his tongue up her neck, stopping around the jawline to lick and suck at her soft skin.

Ayumi's moans increased in volume at the feeling of him licking and sucking at her neck, the heat was spectacular. "Nnng, Yoshikiii," she gasped, his name rolling off her tongue so easily. She readjusted herself, her hand moving to her panties as she managed to pull one leg through the fabric, exposing herself fully to what was going to come. She settled back down closely, her mind feeling ready to explode as she moved her wetness against his shaft, not positioning him towards her entrance. She was just grinding along his dick as she has been doing, her juices coating his cock. She was doing this for two reasons. One, they had no lube and this would make him entering her a lot smoother. Two, she wanted to tease him a bit before letting him inside.

Yoshiki continued up her neck that way, but eventually had to pull away at the new, intense pleasure of her moist, silken skin against his length. His breaths grew shorter and labored, flinching slightly as she kept moving against him, his member begging for entrance. Agh, she could be mean when she wanted... "AaaaAaannn... S-so... cruel, Ayuumii..," he groaned, smiling slightly at how tantalizing she was being.

Ayumi responded with a small, breathless laugh. Though, she could feel herself throbbing for him inside of her, so she wouldn't push that teasing anymore. Besides, at this rate, the two of them wouldn't last very long with the actual act. She moved against him with the intention of letting him slip inside, though only managed to rub his tip against where it needed to go. She let out a small grunt as she moved her hand between them angling his dick. She paused for a second. "Don't buck up... yet," she told him firmly, since she was going to take this very slow. Not to delay their pleasure, but because she knew she'd have to let her body stretch and adjust before she could fully enjoy the experience.

Yoshiki took a sharp breath at her next movement, and even her hand touching him made him incredibly impatient. But he knew very well she had to adjust first, and he definitely wanted her to get enjoyment from this. "I... won't...," he replied between heavy breaths, though the suspense really was killing him. However, this was happening, so he really had nothing to complain about.

Ayumi made small noise, acknowledging he was willing to let her command the speed. She felt nervous and a little frightened as she moved down slightly, her breathing quickening as his tip entered her. She slowly moved down a little more, her breaths uneven, little noises escaping her as her body adjusted to the feeling. There was a lot of discomfort, the feeling of him filling her was different than anything else. She whimpered as she sunk down as far as she could. It was tempting to start grinding, but she had to catch her bearings. She appreciated his patience a lot, since she knew that she was delaying their pleasure. With a heavy pant, she slowly began to rise herself back up, then down. She was testing the feeling, her pace was incredibly sluggish to start. Her hands gripped at his clothing, and just adjusted herself to grind on him, rather than simply move up and down. She let out a sharp breath as she felt him against her inner walls, spikes of pleasure began to overwhelm the previous discomfort and her movements began to quicken.

Yoshiki felt impatience during the whole act of getting used to the feel. As soon as his tip was allowed inside, he wanted to move further in, but he forced himself to stay still. Ayumi's pleasure was as important, if not more, than his own feelings. Being antsy wasn't a good representative for how much he loved and cared for her, so he would wait until she seemed to be in rhythm. Every inch she took inside of her made him throb with want, the tight walls and slow pace driving him mad. His brain found it difficult to focus on anything but the pleasurable sensation as she moved up and down on his length, and he knew that when she adjusted it would only get better. As she shifted and picked up pace, grinding against him, his body could no longer hold back moving himself in time with her. His mind completely blanked, his breathing erratic as the pleasure overwhelmed his body.

Ayumi felt pressure building up in her lower abdomen, which radiated through her entire body. It felt so good, the volume of her cries increasing as he joined in the grinding. Her legs were getting a little sore from the workout, but the sensations flooding every sense made it a detail that was easily forgotten. Her grinding picked up pace, moving him harder and deeper into her. The tension was overwhelming, her pussy was tingling as she felt herself painfully close to hitting her climax. "Aaaaa, Yoshiki~!" she moaned, hands gripping onto the fabric of his clothes, her body felt uncontrollable. All her muscles felt like they were beginning to tighten, and her thighs began to quiver. Her mind went completely blank and her vision went blurry. Her insides twitched and she felt an amazing tingling shooting through her.

Yoshiki moaned along with Ayumi, the friction between them driving him to his breaking point quickly. He flinched slightly as she clutched onto him and screamed his name. He could feel her insides twitching, and her body stalled in movement, which told him he could stop holding out. "Nnaaaa, A-Ayumi!" he groaned, his muscles straining. His back arched slightly as he held off just a moment more to give her time to decide whether or not she pulled him out, since the decision to do so was solely her's. He came shortly after, and was completely out of breath from the amazing event as he leaned and laid his head against her shoulder.

Ayumi made the quick decision to move herself up so he didn't cum in her, but she felt his hot liquid spray against the outside of her pussy. Her face was flushed and her breaths heavy. She felt exhausted, her legs and sides burning from the unexpected exercise. She laid her head against his, unable to speak as emotions flooded her. Her hands finally relaxed their grip on clothes, and her arms lazily wrapped themselves around him in a small hug.

Yoshiki panted for a moment, trying to catch his breath. He eventually found himself able to talk, though his voice was soft, just above a whisper in volume, "I love you." His eyes opened slightly after a brief moment, and something on the floor caught his attention. The scissors the ghost had dropped. He gave a breathless chuckle, the realization that had she noticed those first this wouldn't have happened hit him in a sort of funny way.

Ayumi smiled softly as he spoke, finding it a little funny this is how their confessions were happening. Not exactly normal, but at this point, nothing about anything was normal. "I love you too," she mumbled tiredly. She opened her eyes curiously at the chuckle, tilting her head slightly when she caught the scissors in the corner of her eyes. "Oh, ha, well..." she mumbled, a little embarrassed by her complete obliviousness to the escape means. She had been too distracted looking at him, it seems.

Yoshiki was glad to hear a mutual feeling, even though it was to be expected... hearing it was a whole new kind of happiness. As his breathing calmed, he began to grow aware that they were still in a place they shouldn't be, and probably couldn't waste time catching their breath. He moved from her shoulder to look at her. He hated pulling away, but once they got out of here, they would have plenty of time to spend like this. "We... should probably get going... the ghosts... might come back," he told her, still panting lightly.

Ayumi felt her mind settling back into the reality of their situation. She hated that they had to get back into the school, but otherwise they would never get home. "Ah, right," she agreed, still a little lightheaded from their experience. She moved off his lap, standing up shakily. She could feel him cum that had squirted onto her against her inner thighs. She took out a handkerchief, her face red as she patted her legs dry and readjusted her panties on correctly. She bent over to pick up the scissors, they had such a bad vibe about them, but they'd free Yoshiki. "It's too bad I can't keep you like this longer," she halfway joked with a coy look as she walked over to him. The scissors were rusted and not particularly sharp, so it took some effort, but the rope finally gave way.

Yoshiki smirked at her as she came with the scissors, beginning to work to get him free. "We'll have time for it later," he replied slyly, finally able to move his hands in front of him, first pulling up his pants and boxers. He stood and wiggled his hand free of the rope still clinging to his wrist before zipping and buttoning back his pants. He grabbed her hand and gently pulled her along, now even more eager to escape this place along with Ayumi.