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Chapter 1: Ayane

My name is Ayane, if that was ever important to know.

I'm laying in my bed, I have been all afternoon. The noise outside of this sub-par apartment is obnoxious. Dusk is approaching, and the glare of the setting sun seeps through the blinds of my open window and rests on my naked leg.

I can hear noises coming from my sister Kasumi's room which is adjacent to mine. How long had she been home? Did I pass out and am now being awoken by my sister's clumsiness?

I turn to look at my alarm clock. Have I really been laying down for three hours? Suddenly I hear her voice,

"Sister! Are you home? Your door is closed!"

I rub my forehead and grunt in response,

"Of course I'm home! My classes got out hours ago. Did you just get back?"

The sounds from her room are rushed and frantic.

"Yeah, um, sorry I went out with a few classmates and now one of them wants to meet me and study tonight at the university and I just can not find my wallet."

"Whatever just be a little more quiet if you could?"

"Sorry!"

I grab my pillow and smoosh it over my head. I turn over on my stomach. I get a cold shiver up my spine. I remember now that I'm only wearing an oversized shirt with nothing underneath as my ass pokes out due to my tussle. I remove the pillow from my head and sit up.

My ceiling illuminates from the glare of my phone which sits upon a nearby nightstand as the sun finally departs and the night sky comes alive.

It has been vibrating obnoxiously for the past half hour. I was never good with technology so I wouldn't know how to shut it up. I reach over and swipe it, the glare initially blinding me as I look upon it.

Ugh.

Of course.

He already needs validation from his trophy.

I look down at the darkened wooden floor. My plaid university skirt and blouse lay twisted and sprawled out upon it. The thong I had been wearing was crumbled into a ball and rested next to one of my bed's legs. I had no idea where my bra was.

"Okay I'm off! Hope you are not sick, sister!"

She must really be excited to study with this classmate. Does my sister have a crush? …I don't give a shit. I yawn and rub my eyes. As soon as the door to my apartment closes behind my sister it hits me. Everything that had just happened to me that day.

I wasn't doubting it. I wasn't disturbed. In fact… I'm smiling at the thought.

I guess some backstory would help.

Me and my sister used to be true and legitimate ninjas. Trained in the martial arts from childhood. We were completely devout to the profession and the responsibilities there-in. Well, at least I was. But that's besides the point.

My family made our living taking contract jobs and competing within fighting tournaments which were called "Dead or Alive." Don't worry, I thought the name was stupid too. We lived secluded in a village deep within the forests of Japan. It was beautiful. It was home.

However, I was well aware that the state of Japan's economy wasn't the best. And soon the funding for these fighting tournaments dried up. Not only that, but the contracts for our ninja clan started becoming fewer and further in-between.

Me and my sister collectively decided that we had to make a change. Our way of life was ending, and we both knew it. So, to the disapproval of our family, me and Kasumi left the village and our country.

We traveled to America and enrolled in a private college university within the state of California. The former head of the Dead or Alive tournament, Helena Douglas, hooked us up with a some great loans and this okay-ish apartment. I'm studying to become a physical therapist. Kasumi wants to become a teacher. Don't ask why.

I know you don't care. You want to know what I'm doing nearly naked, what those texts were about and why my clothes are everywhere on my floor.

Don't worry, I'll tell you. I want to tell you.

One of my classes this semester is anatomy. Easy stuff. Someone as athletic and skilled as me in combat has to at least have some knowledge of the basic human function.

I'm an ace at the class, but this meathead jock named Logan, well, he's a different story.

He got in on a wrestling scholarship, wants to graduate and compete in something called the UFC. Its glorified cage fighting. I think some girl who competed in the final Dead or Alive tournament actually fought there. I don't see the appeal.

Anyway. He is an idiot.

You'd think with all the experience he has tossing other men's bodies around he'd know the first thing about how they function. But not Logan.

He's tall, muscular, with shoulder length blonde hair. Your typical college douche.

The first time I made eyes with him he commented on my purple hair and red eyes, telling me I was too pretty to dye my hair and wear colored contacts. Smooth. I guess its better than knowing that they are real and thinking I'm a freak.

We have small talk here and there. He asks me for help because I'm the best in class and I always ignore him or give him notes with a glare. I think he enjoys the rejection.

However, today was different.

I had woken up late and taken a hurried shower. Kasumi forgot to do the laundry so I had to grab whatever clean underwear I had. I didn't want to wear a string that went up my ass while wearing a short school skirt but beggars couldn't be choosers. I usually wear fitted athletic style clothing outside of school so its not like I try to dress sexy with these types of garments.

Logan wasn't in anatomy class. He had never been absent before. The professor asked me if I had spoken to him. Did he think we were friends?

I sat at a lunch table alone at the campus cafe. My phone vibrated from within my backpack. It was my sister, telling me she'd be late coming home tonight.

Whenever the phone vibrates I know it's my sister. no one else contacts me. I haven't spoken to my brother or old friends from the village ever since we left. I expected me and my sister to deal with the seclusion by bonding and reconnecting with each other. It didn't work out that way. Kasumi became very popular within the campus community fairly quickly. I couldn't believe that introverted and shy princess became such a hit with the school.

I look around. I seem to be the only one sitting by myself. Suddenly I spot Logan sitting with some of his friends within one of the booths.

He is staring at me.

I glare back.

He smiles and shakes his head. I roll my eyes and stand up.

I sit in front of the entrance to the gymnasium with my back against the wall. I wanted to get a sweat in and get out some stress before my next class, but in my hurry that morning I forgot to grab my work out gear.

My phone vibrates. This time it isn't my sister. My class was canceled. I close my eyes in frustration and rest the back of my head against the brick wall.

"You don't like me do you?"

I knew who it was before I opened my eyes.

"Why weren't you in class Logan?"

"Come on Ayane that class is the worst. We don't have a quiz for two weeks and I'd rather not spend two hours learning more about how many muscles an ass cheek has."

I stood up and walk passed him without acknowledging him. I'm not one for needless small talk.

"Whatever makes you happy…" I murmured.

"Besides today at the cafe I got a full visual lecture on your ass muscles so I think I'll be fine."

I stop in my tracks and clench my fist. I turn around and glared at him,

"Excuse me?"

Logan actually stuttered a bit in fear and rose his hands in defense, which surprised me to be fair. But not really.

"H-H-Hey now! I thought you were doing it on purpose! You bent down to look into your backpack giving me a full show! Then you immediately look at me and give me your glare."

My stance weakened, and I became incredibly embarrassed. How many people saw me exposed? What will the school think of me now? Wait, why does that matter to me?!

Logan cocked his head, "Um Ayane? Are you okay? Your face is turning red."

I then sighed and looked towards the ground, "Logan, am I really that off-putting?"

Logan looked incredibly confused.

"What are you talking about Ayane? Is something wrong with you? Like, aside from usual?"

I shook my head, "Thats the point, Logan. You said it yourself when you met me. My appearance, my demeanor, I seem so disconnected from this whole place."

Logan then walked up to me and put his hand on my shoulder. To my surprise, I didn't immediately push him off.

"Look I get it. You're a little rough around the edges. I'm sure you don't have it easy. But you are really smart. Way smarter than me. That's why I admire you."

I smirked, "Yeah, you just like to get my notes from class."

Logan rolled his eyes, "Okay you got me there I do get something out of it. But I do want to get to know the person behind the smirks, glares, and purple hair dye."

I laughed. I actually laughed at that one. Then something happened. I looked at his face, and into his eyes. And suddenly something came over me that I hadn't felt in a long time. My stomach felt lifted and arms felt weak. I felt pathetic. And vulnerable. I could feel the strength of his hand on my shoulder.

Logan then put on a face of genuine fear, "Um, are you going to punch me now?"

I then shrugged his hand off my arm, "Logan, would you mind… walking me home?"

It was bizarre. Of course he accepted. I didn't even know if he had other classes he was skipping or not. He talked about his college wrestling activities, his scholarship, and intention to fight in combat sports while we walked back to my apartment. I was half tempted to talk to him about my tournament days, but he would probably just laugh and think I was crazy. Not that I cared mind you. I told him I did martial arts from a young age, and my knowledge of athletics is what made me want to get into the field of physical therapy. Logan again expressed how smart he thought I was and that if I wasn't so abrasive I could be just as popular as my sister. Not that it mattered mind you.

It was weird. I thought of Logan as just a hollowed head on top of a body where all the blood that didn't go to his brain circulated within. He was still a douche. But a douche with somewhat of a personality, and, honestly, quite attractive features. My eyes wondered and noticed how tight his uniform fit his defined frame. His smile oozed confidence and his words came out without hesitation. I felt something within myself, something… primal.

We eventually got to my apartment building, Logan eyeing the surroundings.

"Jeez Ayane, this location is ummm… interesting."

"Shut up I'm living on grants and student loans with my sister. This is the best we could do."

Logan shrugged, "Hey I'm not judging. Just, didn't expect this."

There was then a pause between us. We just stared at each other.

I realized my glare had slowly turned into a lustful stare. But I didn't stop it.

Logan then nodded his head towards the opposite direction.

"Well I guess I should get going, just uh, keep what I said in mind and you'll be…"

I cut him off. I walked right up to him and grabbed the back of his head and slammed my mouth into his, standing on the very tip of my toes. He tried to pull away but I didn't let him. He began to kiss me back. I opened my mouth, and he opened his. I slid my tongue into his mouth.

Suddenly I felt the same excitement from my ninja days flowing through my blood. I felt the same passion as competition. I may not be able to use my talents for competition. I may not be able to use my body to fight…. But I can use it to fuck.

I separate from his mouth long enough to moan into his ear, "Come inside with me."

I lead the tall man up the flights of stairs to my apartment, purposefully letting him see my ass as I walked above him. Before the final staircase Logan turned me around and pressed my back against the wall. He kissed me deeply. I tugged at his university blazer and raised my knee against his crotch. He pulled my hair and kissed my neck, my mouth opening in response.

I liked this side of Logan.

We get to my apartment door. I turn the key and begin to open the door. Logan grabs the doorknob and closes it. I turn around into his chest. He kisses me again and I bite his bottom lip.

"Whats wrong?"

Logan exhales.

"This isn't right."

I didn't care. I immediately slapped him.

"Shut up and fuck me!"

Logan immediately responded in anger and punched the wall next to me and grabbed my cheeks, pulling my face to his.

"Is this what you want!?" He snarled.

I knock his hand away, grab both of his wrists and pull them to my ass, which he responds by lifting my skirt and roughly grabbing the flesh.

"Spank me…" I whisper in his ear.

Logan grunts and smacks my ass so hard it echoes throughout the hallway. I shriek in excitement.

I couldn't take it anymore. The hunger was taking over me. I wanted all of him.

I open the door and leap into his arms. He kicks my door wide open and walks in, kicking the door closed behind him. He bites my neck. I feel how effortless it is for him to hold my slender frame in his arms. It feels familiar. My pale and exposed thighs rub against his forearms.

I notion to my bedroom as he walks through my near-barren apartment, with me holding him tightly. He cups my ass with his strong hands, feeling the cloth of my purple thong with his finger.

We get to my room and he tosses me to my bed, my body colliding with it stomach first and my skirt flying flowing up over my back, fully exposing my ass. He removes his blazer and pulls his polo off, revealing his tone and athletic figure. I arch my ass and wiggle it in his direction.

He quickly comes to the side of the bed and smacks my ass again, making me grunt into my mattress.

"Your ass is amazing." Logan exhales and bites the flesh of it causing me to grasp my sheets. He removes my shoes and socks. He slaps my ass one more time and spins me over. He unbuttons my plaid skirt and quickly pulls it off of my body. I remove my blazer and Logan helps lift my blouse off my body. He initially was taken aback by how ample my breasts were.

"I wasn't expecting them to be so large."

I take a deep breath, "Well what are you going to do about that?"

I laugh and then slap him, but this time more playfully. He smirks and then grasps the front of my bra, quickly yanking it off of my body. My tits bounce as my back collides with my mattress once again. Logan then assaults my mouth with his, leaning in and grabbing my left breast. Our tongues collide and he slaps my breast. I wrap my legs around his body.

Logan stands up and begins to remove his shoes and pants. I feel myself all over, awaiting him. My shoulder length purple hair sticking to my neck sweat.

"I'm so fucking wet Logan, hurry."

Soon logan is naked safe for his spandex boxer briefs and he kneels by the side of the bed. He grabs my waist and pulls me to his side, lifting my legs over his shoulders. He grasps my thong's sides and rips the lace off my body. I squeal in delight, though I did like that thong. He crumples it in his hand and drops it to the floor.

My wet cunt drenched in front of his face.

Logan couldn't contain himself and buried his face between my legs. He sucked my clit and licked my walls. I grabbed my pillow and screamed into it. He flicked my clit with his tongue and spread me with his hands. He stuck his tongue as deep as he could into my pussy. I ran my fingers through his hair. He lifted my waist into the air and tongued my asshole. My feet clench up and I bite my arm.

Soon he was violently thrusting two fingers into my cunt, licking my clit and rubbing my asshole with his other index finger. My pleasure fused with anger, and my ass rippled with each thrust of his fingers.

I push him off and get off the bed and sink to my knees. I bite his thigh. I grasp the sides of his boxers and give him a smirk as I quickly pull them down, his erect cock popping out and slapping my cheek. Its aroma fills my nostrils.

I grasp his cock with my hand and begin to jerk him, Logan throwing his head back in pleasure.

My smirk turns to a sneer and my jerk gets faster.

"Oh fuckkkk" Logan moans. I spit on his cock and cup his balls.

Without warning I take his dick in my mouth while grasping the shaft. I close my eyes and moan as I take the throbbing member in my mouth and across my tongue. I suck his head and glare at him while jacking him off.

He mumbles for me to keep sucking his cock. I violently oblige. Spit drools from my mouth as I continue my oral assault. His cock pops from my mouth, spit flying in the air. My eyes roll back and I inhale and exhale deeply. I am completely dick drunk.

"I want to fuck your face." Logan states aggressively, staring down at me.

I smile and lick my lips, "Ha..ha.. I like this side of you Logan. Yes… *gulp*… fuck my throat. Hard. Fuck this mouth pussy."

Logan grabs the back of my head and yanks me forward. My open mouth welcomes in his soaked cock. He then begins violently thrusting his cock in and out of my throat. His balls clap against my chin with each thrust. I gag. My eyes twitch and roll back in my head. Logan grunts and snarls and slaps my face. He yanks my hair back and his thrusting gets fast. I feel mucous gathering in my throat as I choke. The make-up I had quickly applied that morning pours down my face.

His thrusting continues. He is like a wild animal. My jaw gets numb and the mucous and spit spew from my mouth. He grabs my arms and lifts them as he fucks my orifice. He sticks it completely down my throat and holds it there. I gag and my bottom lip is smashed against his sack. His violent mouth fucking then continues. For what feels like an eternity my throat is assaulted by the wrestler's member.

I love it. I love him fucking my face. I want him to fuck me as well to but this is far more intense. The pain. The pleasure. The pressure. The challenge. I can take it. I want to take it. I want him to hurt me. To fill me.

My vision gets blurry and just as soon as I'm about to pass out he pulls out of my mouth and before I can regain my senses I feel hot liquid splash against my face. His cum showers my cheeks, eyes, and mouth.

I collapse against the side of my bed. I pant heavily. I feel like I just fought for hours. The same high. The same thrill. The same intimacy.

I open my eyes and see that Logan has snapped out of it. He holds his hands over his mouth.

He wants to apologize, I can sense it. Its disappointing.

"Don't you dare apologize." I say with an exhausted smirk, cum still smeared all over my face.

"Um, wow, you… You really brought something out in me Ayane."

"Good *gulp*…. You did fine." I responded while still panting.

"I'm sorry I didn't fuck you… I just got carried away."

"I told you not to apologize, idiot." I manage to laugh, "But, you should go. My sister said she'd be home late but I can't trust it."

Logan begins to dress himself. He turns to me after putting his pants and polo back on, "Um, so you want to hang out sometime?"

What an ass.

"Yeah sure, my phone is in my backpack. But fuck it, my number is on my nightstand. I just got the fucking thing."

"Language…" Logan smirks.

I manage to stand up on wobbly legs. I'm still weak. My jaw is numb and my nose is running. I walk out of my room and into my bathroom. I catch Logan sneaking one more peak at my reddened ass as I leave the room. I turn on the sink and bury my face under the water. I grab a nearby wash cloth and wipe my face off. I eye myself in the mirror. I smile. I feel sexy. I feel wanted. I looked at myself in a shockingly proud way. For once in my life I am not just respected or feared. I am desired.

After an awkward good-bye Logan left. There was no hug, no kiss, I think he was still in shock over what had happened. I open my dresser and found a shirt that my brother Hayate had given me years ago. I put it on, covering my naked body. I suddenly feel woozy and lay down.

Now hours later here we are. I'm sitting on the side of my bed. My sister is gone. The night traffic echoes outside. I grab my phone again and reread the text from Logan;

"Hey, this is my number. I'll see you in class! Lets actually hang out next time lol."

I bite my bottom lip. Remembering everything I start to stir and rub my knees together. After a bit of hesitation I text back;

"No, lets actually FUCK next time."

And in case you were wondering; No. I'm not a virgin. If you hadn't already guessed. But thats a story for another time. And frankly none of your business. I lay down and wrap myself in my covers. The thought of what my sister was doing briefly crossed my mind before I dozed off.

Little did I know she was about to have an escapade of her own, one that would even outdo mine.

END OF CHAPTER 1

Author's note: It feels great to be writing again! I actually have written erotic fan fiction in the past but I felt it was time for a regroup and try this out again with a new and fresh outlook. Yes the sex is a little on the rougher side but I assure you there are reasons behind it. Give me some feedback and let me know if there is anything you'd like to improve, see more of, etc. Thanks and i'll see you in the next chapter!