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Kaze No Stigma

Temptation

Hot breath pushed against Kazuma's face, slightly tickling the cool that stood on the end of his ears. Like little hands, her exhales played with his face, pushing the little strands of brown hair back and away from his line of vision. Each breath left a bit of her sent wandering in the air around him and, being unable to escape from the smell, he had slowly gotten himself inebriated by it.

Kazuma leaned in, happily accepting the aroma and getting comfortable in the soft brushes of heat. Without thought, curious eyes instinctively started to wander, filling themselves with visions of the vulnerable girl lying in front of him. Every once in a while, his rusty red eyes would blink, as if taking a picture of every bit of skin she was unknowingly showcasing to him.

The sleeping Ayano shifted herself to the side and let out a quiet breath, completely ignorant of the presence that was sitting right by her. Crimson red strands moved along with her, desperately trying to cover parts of her neck as if it were trying to ward Kazuma off and away from its master. The thin protection did not last for long, however, as they slowly started to lose their damp grip on her cheeks. Like curtains, they started to part to either side of her face, sliding open to reveal a blissful looking countenance and a long pale neck supporting it.

Then her arms also started to shift, finding a more comfortable place on the sheets. One arm lethargically dragged to the side, lying loosely beside her. The other, however, instead decided to find comfort on her stomach.

Amused eyes stayed focused on the arm as it continued its crusade up towards its master's chest, its slow and somnolent action dragging up the fabric below, and leaving the skin underneath bare.

Involuntarily, Kazuma's hand went forward to touch her, but his fingers twitched as he came back to his senses. He clicked his tongue and quickly withdrew his outstretched hand. "Ayano..." He growled, gritting his teeth as he resumed his attempt to wake the girl.

There was no reply. Only the calm repetition of exhaling and inhaling was given to him by the sleeping teen.

Kazuma let out an agitated grunt. Of course he wasn't going to get a reply. The voice he used was hardly even audible. Even to himself.

"Aya-" He started again, a bit louder, but instantly stopped himself when his eyes caught her start to shift once more.

Ayano's face turned to the side, letting her cheek lean against the mattress. It seemed that she was still not comfortable with her previous position. As if agreeing with the notion, her arm resumed its path towards her chest and her legs started to move and bend upwards. One angled itself towards the air while the other bent further to the side, increasing the space between it and the other leg. The space created in-between was just enough for someone to sneak up on top and snuggle between…

Being the kind of man Kazuma was, he could not have possibly downright ignored this. His lips were dry, and Kazuma stuck his tongue to moisten them. His eyes had stopped moving and were now focused on her lips. They looked so welcoming. Kazuma could feel his hand twitch at the desire to touch them, trail his fingers over every bit of skin her sleepwear was not covering.

Just as his hand was about to make contact, Kazuma's eyebrow suddenly twitched and he retracted himself from her. Now that he thought about it, it might have just been the hesitation he kept when being with Tsui Ling that prevented him from getting any closer to her. Seeing her everyday, talking to her everyday, having the privilege to be close to her and touch her. None of that he knew he deserved, but took for granted and because of his carelessness, Tsui Ling was now unreachable. These very thoughts prevented him from easily getting closer to the girl before him. Nevertheless, despite these contradicting feelings, his disobedient eyes continued to glue themselves on the girl in front of him.

His mind noted down every contour of her face, and every slight movement her mouth made each time she exhaled. He marveled at how serene she looked and the smoothness of her face without its usual aggravation towards him. Despite his liking to tease her, he had to admit that she looked so much more appealing when she was calm and determined to do something. He actually admired that part of her. Never would he be able to be as forgiving as she was. His outburst during the Pandemonium incident just proves it.

From the subtle curve of her eyebrows, to–what were usually narrowed eyes–closed eyelids, to the crinkle free nose and the slight smile of her mouth. All he had outlined with an invisible finger and copied onto the incomplete masterpiece in his mind. Silently he watched as each breath she took blew a few strands of hair up into the air, before landing back down above her and being blown up again by the continuous cycle of her breathing. With hair as thick and as healthy as hers, and despite being confronted with many dangers, the piece of hair continued to slowly make their way from her face down to the sheets.

Kazuma followed their slow sways, adoring the way they moved so smoothly off of her face and wishing he could be the next one to touch her as gently as that. With all the strands now almost away from its host, Kazuma was given the opportunity to look at any other place he had not yet seen. But instead of doing so, he had his gaze completely occupied on her neck.

It was the part of her body that he was the most familiar with. A quick image appeared in Kazuma's mind and he could not help but relinquish a little smirk. It was of him kissing her neck a few days before. The day he realized that he had another precious person to protect with his life. This helped him ease the confliction of feelings he had towards the girl in front of him and soon enough, he started to lean even closer to the sleeping lump on the bed.

'I will not allow anything like that to happen again,' were the words that echoed throughout his mind. They were the same words that he had mentally declared that led him to kissing her neck after the Pandemonium incident in the first place. If he were really determined to continue on that promise, he should continue his antics along with her and his brother without hitch. There should be no reason for him to fear being close to her. If he pushed her away, that would only open them to even more dangers. He would not allow that. Definitely not. Never again.

Sighing as he reminded himself of the rest of the events occurring during that week, a sly grin could not help but occupy his face. Even if he did encounter the person that brought him the most painful memories, the memory with him running around the family temple garden was enough for him to completely forget about it. Actually, the fact that he was able to see such a cute reaction after he grabbed her hair at the time made his grin grow even wider. His action was completely honest, and he loved how he was replied with an equally honest blush.

FLASHBACK

Juugo Kannagi closed his eyes, letting his cognizance drift off into all the details and tasks he needed to attend to as the leader of the whole Kannagi clan. They were things like their financial standing in the business world, the amount of money they had in the family's account and the total sum they would possibly lose in the future. All of it flowed quickly into his mind, organising themselves before being skillfully filed and stored in the back of his head.

If things continued as they were, he calculated that the amount might soon surpass the quantity each member of the family was earning. Reviewing over the numbers again, Juugo could not help but let out an exhausted sigh. For the first time in a while, he let out a sign of weakness, reminding the world about his actual age. Maybe he should get himself directly back into the business world. Perhaps earn a few billion just in case.

Not soon after, sets of bare footsteps could be heard outside in the corridor. Quickly composing himself once again, he let the people he had summoned into the room.

Immediately upon entry, the three figures bowed. By simply looking at each of their bows, Juugo could already deduce the amount of respect each of them had towards him. With the current time being relatively late, he could already tell by their disordered movements that their patience to what he was going to say was at a very low. Even with this, he needed to state the matter he had been informed of to them as soon as possible.

"Why did you summon us so late?" Ayano asked while she yawned. As expected, it was his daughter that started to talk first. Even though the man right in front of her was her father, and the head of the whole clan, she was one of the few that did not bother to always act respectful around him. While many people of the clan complained on her lack of graciousness, Juugo did not mind at all. He found it the most comfortable, fastest and entertaining way to communicate to the three.

"There has been a sighting of a youma up in the north," he paused, inwardly taking in his daughter's twitch of the eye. "It seems that there were actually still some that lived through the Pandemonium incident."

Knowing how astute her father was, Ayano had quickly composed herself. While she did manage to push her emotions down, the cold words of Lapis continued to echo in her mind. Just the thought of her words aggravated her.

As if knowing about her internal struggle, he nodded his head in reassurance at her before continuing, "I want you three to go north and exterminate as much of them as you can. I have already prepared some rooms for you three if the job takes more than a day. I've also gotten the train tickets so that getting there would not be much of a hassle for you." He then passed them the tickets and silently signified that that was all he needed to say.

Taking the tickets and quickly putting them all into his pocket, Kazuma clasped his hands, quickly raising the corner of his lips upward. "So," He started, "how much are you willing to pay me after this?" Of course, he just had to ask.

Even when he was supposed to be accustomed to his brother's rude requests about money, Ren's face flush an embarrassed red as he nudged his older brother beside him.

Juugo grinned at this, not really minding the rude attitude coming from the chocolate haired man. It was more or less his fault that the man was brought up like that. That said, having that same man he failed to save still act so open to him was good enough. "That will be decided once you come back," Juugo said, still smiling, before he dismissed them.

They were just about to leave the room before Juugo suddenly called out to the three of them. "And please try your best in not destroying anything important," he said at last, not missing the teasing chuckles of Kazuma and the muffled complaints of Ayano as they all walked out the room.

END OF FLASHBACK

He leaned in closer once again, wanting to test the new found relationship he had with the sleeping girl. He could not think of any other candidate to give his affection, and he couldn't wait for the many other moments they would have together

"Ayano…" he crooned mellifluously into her ear, eyes closed. He reached his arms out and onto the mattress, pulling him closer to the sleeping figure. Her unique scent of shampoo mixed with cherry blossoms and a bit of ash grew all more potent as he moved closer. Even the sound of her soft breaths was becoming all the more audible in his ears. He wanted more. He wanted to be satisfied with her more.

Closer and closer he leaned, soon becoming close enough to feel the hospitable warmth of her body and the cool of her limp hands in his.

It was then he felt her shiver underneath him, clawing her free hand on his back and pulling him closer. With her face right next to his, Kazuma could not stop himself from also shivering when she let out hot mumbles into his ear.

"Ayano…" He whispered again, feeling all the more valiant as the body underneath him reacted with his actions.

A moan…

He leaned his head down, sights now fixed on her neck as he started to nuzzle against the soft skin. "Ayano…" he growled.

A shiver…

"Come on, Ayano… Wake up…" He said slowly, now giving her skin proper kisses.

It was then he felt her grip on him grow even tighter. Kazuma could even feel one of her legs wrap around his lower body. Sometime between his soft kisses, Ayano's legs had moved around his, pulling even his lower half onto her. Kazuma looked up at her face, expecting to get a pair of eyes staring back at him. Instead, what he saw were the same closed eyelids and blissful face from before.

'Still sleeping…' He sighed, half in relief and half in disappointment while closing his eyes. Letting out another sigh, his eyes suddenly caught itself staring at her lips. Even when just interrupted, it did not take him long to return into his trance. Her tightening legs around his lower body did a lot in helping him.

The more he stared, the softer and more entrancing they looked. It was only when he felt her breath pushing against him that he found his face right in front of her. He did not care what would happen to them anymore.

Looking back at her closed eyes, Kazuma hoped they would open soon, though he could not wait to touch her lips with his own once again. The last time he did it, she was also out cold. How much longer did he have to wait until she would willingly let him get closer?

In that short span of time, countless thoughts filled with reasoning crammed into his mind, though to him, they all felt like quiet echoes, slight itches he could easily ignore. None were actually being taken account for as he slowly closed the remaining gap between them, ready to cover her lips with his own.

-~.x.X.x.~-

Everything was black, empty and cold. So. Very. Cold. She remembered everything being comfortable, warm and, most of all, tranquil. What was happening to her now? Why did she have to be forced out of her comfort zone? She was awake enough to be aware that she was sleeping, but not at all did she actually want to get up and face the outside world. She wanted to continue with her comfortable slumber, but why was it so cold? Where did the soft cloud that covered her warmly go?

Not wanting to get up and find her covers, Ayano tried to find some warmth by moving to a different position and hopefully find the blanket she really needed.

It didn't work. Even the hope of her blanket being there was betrayed. Even through the dull senses of her less than partially awake body, she could not feel anything that resembled her sheets. 'Cold…' was the word that resounded through her head.

She then felt movement coming from her right. Not really thinking, she tried to reach for it, pull it closer to her now freezing body.

It didn't work. Her body could not move anymore. It only turned mutinous ears at her every request to move. 'Argh…' she mentally groaned, not exactly knowing if her body did the same. 'Curse everyone for always interrupting my sleep.'

She suddenly felt her whole body fall for a brief moment. Nothing was touching her, but someone was on the bed, shifting itself around and pushing the mattress down. She wanted to get angry, shout at who ever was doing that to stop, but she was too tired, too laden. Even through her sleep she could feel her throat dry from the night.

'Cold…' she tried again and again, but only being replied with slight lackluster movements.

As if finally answering the girl's pleas, a speck of warmth touched her ears. It was calling a name, but she did not listen. She was freezing, and she just wanted something warm to encompass her as she securely drifted back off to sleep.

It said something, breath tickling hot air into her now shivering sensitive ears. She did not care about its contents, only the heat it brought. She could feel it getting closer, its warmth now close to being reachable, and the surface underneath her dipping down as it did. Somewhere in her mind screamed that something wasn't right, that she should move away, but nothing was actually taken into account for as she was too occupied with getting warm again.

Slight, abrasive actions could be felt on her person, heating her body up even faster with the help of friction. She moaned in agreement with the act, but slowly, the cold that had enveloped her slipped away. So close she was in going back into her deep sleep. Feeling it start to get colder again, she whined, and as if giving up, it returned. Unlike before, her body agreed to move and slip itself around it. Again something screamed in her mind, but she did not care. The only thing she cared about was the comfortable darkness that was to soon envelop her to slumber.

'Just a bit more…' she shivered.

As if listening to her unsaid request, it went closer, pulling her even further from the cold and deeper into its welcoming warmth. It traveled around her, pulling her and slithering its magic up her neck. As a thank you, she tightened herself closer towards it.

But then it stopped moving and pulled itself away from her.

She wanted to cry, let out her voice in any type of protest. Of course, her body did not let her. She did feel something move though. Perhaps it was her legs, or maybe it was her arms. Despite this, nothing happened, and she was starting to get cold again. Why did the room have to be so damn cold?

Then it started to move again and she relaxed as she felt it begin to get even closer.

'Warm,' were the words she heard echo in her mind, once again not listening to the underlying protests behind them.

It pushed against her face and covered her forehead with something smooth. Below, she could feel its breath pushed against her lips and feel her nose rub against something soft, but sturdy. Soon the pushing of both started to increase with the breathing condensing and bringing forth even more heat. Unbeknownst to her, her own breathing became all the more cacophonous and ragged as milliseconds then seconds went past.

Here and there she could feel her lips being moved. Either it was pushed open or she was moving it. She could feel something warm, something slightly wet and softly slipping around her lips, and guide them into slowly opening themselves. She did not protest and let them do what they wanted to her, but soon she couldn't breathe.

She could not take a breath. She did not want to take a breath. Never did she remember being able to hold her breath for this long. Was she dreaming? She was sleeping. Maybe this was all part of her imagination.

But wait.

She had moved earlier on. She could remember moving and being partially awake, but still too tired to properly move. Someone was trying to wake her up. Her cover was taken away from her. Someone was trying to wake her up so they could quickly finish their mission and go back home…

Then something clicked, and clicked rather loudly in her mind.

It was not a 'something' that was 'warming' her up. With movements as flexible as this, that was impossible. Rather than a 'something', it was a 'someone'. There was someone on top of her, pulling her closer and had lips attached onto hers…

Wait a second.

Strength made from utter confusion and disbelief accumulated around what used to be cumbersome eyelids. It was impossible. Why would such a thing happen? She knew he had someone else. Their newfound relationship should not have led them to this type of situation. After all, it was only just recently that they had started making comfortable and minor contact with one another. It was not like she was actually keeping note of it all, but it just couldn't be.

There was no turning back now. Her eyes had been forcefully opened before her brain could actually process its action. From overly bright and blurred colours, her vision had automatically started to focus itself. 'That is impossible,' she kept repeating to herself. It was then her eyes got themselves into complete focus.

-~.x.X.x~-

Using the adrenaline made from the shock she got when she woke up, Ayano tried to push Kazuma off of her. She was now wide-awake. More awake than she had ever been before in the morning. Even after her many pushes, Kazuma stayed stuck on her like a rock. How much stronger was he compared to her? No matter how much she pushed, he did not budge. Even his shoulders stayed in place when she pushed against them. She knew she could break two layers of brick walls with the strength she had now, but how was he able to stay on her.

She was not even able to remove the lips he had on hers. Despite her desperate struggles, they stayed and pushed against her, still somehow giving her gentle sucks. She really had no idea to what she was supposed to do and why she was stuck in such a situation. More and more questions kept on stockpiling in her mind as she kept struggling. It was not long until her head completely hurt from her complete and utter confusion.

'He has someone else…' were the words that kept repeating itself in her mind, amidst the voluminous questions. It was the only thing fueling her movements now. While she may be stubborn to admit it, she did have feelings for him, but he should have been just playing with her during those times they were together. After all, she seemed to be more in his way rather than actually helping him. Even if she did save him quite a few times before, he had to sacrifice a rare potion to save her when she nearly died after her first fight with Ryuya. She would never stop regretting how easily she had lost to him.

She then moved the arms that were once wrapped tightly around his back and tried to get them in front of her to get a better pushing position.

It didn't work. There was just not enough space between them for her to squish her arms through.

She then tried to move her legs to kick him, but they were stuck, just like her arms were. It was then the realisation to why she could not move her legs returned to her. It was her that wrapped them around him. A deep red blush engulfed her entire face, but that was soon forcefully pushed back when she resumed her attempts in pushing him away.

None of it worked. She could feel exhaustion fill her muscles. All of the strength and anger she had gained right after waking up was disappearing as quickly as they came. Just as she stopped moving her legs, Kazuma finally released his lips from hers before leaning in lower to give little kisses to her neck as she caught her breath. He didn't even spare a glance at her and for a moment, Ayano did not know whether to feel relieved that he did not see the blush on her face, or angry that he did not properly acknowledge her.

It was then she felt a bit of skin on her neck being pulled. "Kazu-!" Ayano tried to scream, but was stopped when his hand quickly covered her mouth.

Ignoring her muffled squeals, Kazuma continued to suck, making sure it would be enough to mark it right after. Once done, he then made his way up to her ear, slowly licking a path up her neck and keeping his hand on her face.

Ayano squirmed even more underneath him, not at all aware that her abrasive actions were arousing the chocolate haired man even more. She tried to shout into his palms, remove it with only her head and possibly bite it. Of course, Kazuma did not, at the very least, make it easy for her.

"Shh…" he hushed her, finally making it to her ear. He then licked around it, making her warm by the feel of his tongue, but cold at the coolness of his saliva. "If you shout, Ren will hear," he then whispered almost in a carnal way.

Ayano felt a shiver run down her spine. All of his movements were electrifying her, making her feel excited and tired at the same time. The strong tingles she could feel all around her body as well as the strong and slightly painful beating in her heart had long proved to her that she really was awake. Now that she was fully convinced, she was completely clueless on what to do next. On the contrary to her mind's constant retorts, her body went limp.

Seeing how quickly she responded to his words, Kazuma let out a low chuckle. "That's more like it," he mumbled in the same baritone tone he used before as he continued to play with her ear. Feeling his teeth starting to join in, Ayano could not calm the beating of her heart nor the fast pace of her breathing. It was when she felt his tongue flick near her earlobe that she let out a squeak, and felt her face grow even hotter. Again, she heard him chuckle and not wanting to get embarrassed any further, she started to escape from his embrace.

Feeling her resistance coming back to her again, he suddenly stopped nibbling–which, for some reason, made Ayano somewhat disappointed–and went up to stare straight at her. "There's no use struggling." He said smugly, purposely meant for provoking her.

"You pervert! Why are you doing this?" Ayano asked, intending to put in some anger into her tone, but failing. This was because, in truth, she was actually quite intimidated by his stare.

Adding to his haughty expression, he released an annoyingly playful smirk. "You did this."

With this, he gave her a quick peck on the nose before tilting his head a bit lower to catch her lips. This time Ayano couldn't do anything to stop him. She was too taken aback at his sarcastic yet true remark.

"Mmnn…" He hummed contently as he leaned even closer against her. Ayano stared at him, not really knowing what to do. She couldn't fight back and she was too lost on what to do and what to say next. Though she also didn't want to accept or admit it, there was actually a part of her that wanted to respond. A very little part that actually wanted him to keep doing this to her…

She blinked, getting her mind back on her current situation. She thought about her feelings and her pride. It all made her head ache. The man before her was a very bothersome enigma that loved to play with her feelings. While she did know this, she also knew that he actually cared about her well being from being in such close contact with him during the past few months. It was then whatever she was holding back disappeared. It was as if the fact that he cared for her was enough to have her let go of all her doubts. With that, she finally acquiesced to his kiss.

Hesitantly, she pulled him closer using her already outstretched arms and started to move her lips against his. She did not at all have any experience in kissing, though she tried her best to follow the motion of his lips. This seemed to surprise Kazuma. He pulled away, and she felt him tense in her own embrace. Ayano could not help but look away and hope he could not see the deep blush that occupied her face. Did she do something wrong? She hoped not.

Unknown to her, Kazuma's thought process was actually quite similar to hers. He was expecting something bad, a pained expression at the very least. Right at the beginning, he knew somewhere in his mind that he should not have gone this far. With this, he really did not expect an embarrassed expression to be the emotion that covered rather nicely on her countenance. He had to admit that she looked rather cute like that, and the fact that she was blushing only because of him brought him even more pride.

For what may have been the third time, Ayano heard Kazuma chuckle. Interpreting his laugh to be something meant to make fun of her honest feelings, Ayano went from completely accepting to completely enraged.

"What's so funny?" she quickly admonished, not even waiting to get an answer. "You know what, you stupid pervert? Why don't you just get off of me already!" With that said, she again tried struggling out of his embrace, but was stopped when Kazuma pinned her whole body with his own.

Ayano's face started to burn at how all of him pressed against her. Despite this, she continued to tussle out of his embrace. "You bast––!" she started, but was quickly silenced by another kiss.

Both her mind and body were exhausted. Her ambivalence was so strong that it hurt and was emphasized even more by her frantic movements for freedom. It did not take that much longer before she was completely drained. She had no strength left to keep up with her negative feelings, and when feeling the soft sucks and comforting breath of the man holding her down, her honest feelings won. There wasn't anything to fear. He was not going to force her into anything she did not want. While her actions said otherwise, they both knew quite well that she did not mean to be so rude and rejecting towards him. With this, her arms returned around his back with one going up to feel his hair and pull him even closer.

Kazuma felt very happy when he felt her settle down and respond back. How he was able to easily get through her thick shell, despite using such dirty tactics, gave him yet another bit of self-satisfaction. In his mind, she was his. Though he had not really thought much about it before, this had become clear to him when she saved him from his own rage.

He wanted to see much more of her, know everything about her. With this, Kazuma deepened the kiss, opening his mouth slightly wider every time their lips parted, and then suddenly sticking his tongue out to poke her lip. Recognising the odd sensation, Ayano quickly retracted her lips so they wouldn't touch. Goal accomplished, Kazuma leaned even closer, ardently swirling his tongue around her own. This time, it was Ayano's turn to stiffen underneath him.

Her mind had turned completely blank, utterly incredulous to the fervent actions going on in her mouth. It was then she felt his hands trail up her sides, feeling and very gently caressing the curves of her waist up to the softness of her chest through the thin fabric of her sleeping clothes. She could feel her fingers twitching at every stroke, and clench when she felt the warm hands finally slide into her silk pink shirt and touch the cold of her stomach.

Ayano yelped and pulled away when she felt his fingers sneaking their way up higher. If she had been able to change right after getting up, his hands would instead be touching her bra strap. But since she did not have the luxury to do so, what he was touching now was her bare skin. Knowing fully well that she would definitely attempt to stop his advance and start beating him up if he did not do something quickly, Kazuma suddenly smirked as various erotic things came to mind.

Choosing the best one to do for this sort of occasion, he let his hands continue to go up a bit, but altering its path slightly outward so that it would cup around her chest and not on it.

Ayano could feel her face burn. While she was protected by the fire spirit, she felt as if she was being covered by something so much stronger than her flames. Some part of her was scared of it, but her feeling of excitement completely overruled that. The blush burnt an even deeper shade when she felt the sensation of both the wet tongue battle they were having as well as the soft squishes of his hands clash together in her mind. Though one part of her was still scared to where this was going, most of her was exhilarated to see what else he would do next.

His tongue swirled around hers before it started to roam around other places of her mouth, now bored. Snapping out of her frozen state, Ayano felt a sense of competition in this action and did the first thing that came into her mind.

She pulled her tongue back and started to push against his so that it would go back into his mouth. While she did put some confidence into her push, she could not prevent the heat from biting onto her ears when her brain took in the rough slickness of his tongue. She was winning, but was suddenly caught off guard when his hands started to come closer together, pushing the lumps between them closer with one another.

That was not fair. Ayano groaned in annoyance, but the sound was cut short when she found that she was at a lost for breath. Immediately, she pushed away from his lips to catch her breath, but she froze suddenly when she saw a long string of saliva attach itself on both their lips. She blushed and Kazuma smirked, licking his half of the string away, intentionally making Ayano feel uncomfortable. Wanting to see more of a reaction from her, Kazuma continued to move his hands.

"Kazuma!" She gasped when he finally covered the top of her breasts with his hands. Warm they were against her skin, and it sent the initial coolness of her front down her back, arching it and sending her heart beats to her ears.

At her sudden cry, something in Kazuma's mind snapped.

Ayano moaned and panted, still trying to catch her breath while he massaged her. There was nothing left in his mind anymore. Only the picture of her pleasured expression was left. He desired more from her, and he leaned down to catch her lips again to get it.

Now completely immersed in the pleasure Kazuma was giving her, Ayano happily complied to his kiss. It was when she felt something hard poking her thigh that she stopped and pushed him off.

Figuring out what it was, she blushed and her eyes widened. While somewhere in his mind Kazuma knew why she pushed him off, he did not pay any attention to it. He did not care about the fact that she had just felt that part of him and that it was getting hard just for her. In fact, he was more than happy that she got to feel it and understand what she was able to do to him. Back onto her he leaned, easily breaking through Ayano's weak resistance to his lean forward, and again caught her lips in his.

"Ka… zu… ma…" she panted quietly in between their kisses. Kazuma released a groan as a reply through their locked lips.

"Geez! What's taking you guys so long?" a voice suddenly asked from outside. Right after, the sound of a door opening was heard.

"Broth––!" The blond boy started, but stopped instantaneously once he saw the position the two people in front of him were in. It was only till then that Ayano and Kazuma broke away from their own world and came back to reality. Similarly to how the boy had quickly stopped talking, they broke their kiss just as fast. Unfortunately for the boy, yet another string of saliva was made from their kiss but was quickly broken when Kazuma turned to look at him.

The already blushing boy's face heated even more when they all made eye contact. It was when his gaze went down to Ayano's stomach that Ren's face became the colour of a bright red tomato. Not being able to take it anymore, he forced himself to turn away before quickly running out of the room.

"Ren!" Ayano called before curiously looking at the place her cousin was looking at. She, too, then immediately flushed when she saw that Kazuma's hands were still up her shirt.

Gaining a new type of strength from pure embarrassment, she pushed him off her and the bed. "You perverted bastard! You should be ashamed of yourself!" she shouted at him before tidying herself up and leaving the room to find her now forever mentally scarred cousin, Ren.

Trying to collect his thoughts on what had just happened, Kazuma stared at the half open door in wonder. It was only later that he finally got up and started to tidy himself.

He then stared at his hands. Clenching them close and then opening them again, he instantly remembered what they had just done and the softness that had pushed against them. He smirked before turning back to stare at the bed where everything happened.

"Looks like the old man's plans are finally starting to work," he whispered to no one in particular before walking out the room.

END

AN: Thank you for reading! It's interesting how this whole story popped up from my simple desire to not get out of bed during a winter morning.

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