The bell rings. Finally the day ends, but for him it is only beginning. He grabs his things, tucks his bag in his arms and dashes out.
The moment he goes out of the classroom the whole class finally breathe normally. For them, this is also the time of the day that they have all been waiting for.
Hiruma heads directly to the clubroom, walking in a sprint. He knows that he will be the first one to get there but his excitement for the day will not be delayed because of walking slow.
Once more he is right. He is the first one to arrive there.
He smirks at his small victory. Even things like this makes him proud.
He turns on the lights and walks in. He goes to his usual seat, the "head" of the table. He places his laptop down and turns it on. It's almost like clockwork everything is automatically done that he doesn't really pay any attention to it at all.
He sits down and starts browsing his files. Now he waits for the rest to arrive, and since they made him wait he now has the upper hand once more.
Being early is surely something he is proud of.
His eyes wanders around checking if everything is in place. He doesn't have to make any effort to memorize the place, he just knows. He looks at the chairs and around the table. Then he notices something.
He tilts his head. His lips pulled into a grin.
He places his laptop down and goes to pick up what was under the table. It was a magazine. A porn magazine to be exact. He knows that those Hah-hah brothers must have left it there. There is no doubt about it.
'' he laughs evilly. He could use this as a blackmail material. Although weak, it's still something and nothing escapes him.
He goes back to his position and tosses the magazine beside him. Better have this ready.
The door then opens carefully.
Hiruma doesn't even need to lift his eyes to know who arrived. He knows just by the sound of the door.
"Where's Kurita?" Her voice clear and sweet as it fills the silence of the room.
"That fucking fatty went ahead of me so that he could buy snacks."
"I see."
"Since you're already here, I want you to see something." Hiruma says seriously.
Mamori notices his tone of voice, she knows it's about the previous game. She walks towards him.
Just before she peeks at the laptop she notices something beside him. She gasps as she saw a woman in skimpy red lingerie. She knows this magazine, she confiscates these stuff every day as class president.
"What's that? Why do you have that?" Mamori suddenly reacts.
Hiruma snaps, all seriousness gone. "What the fuck are you saying?"
Mamori then starts blushing trying her best to look away from the magazine. Hiruma notices this at once. He takes the magazine and lifts it for her to see.
"Oh this? Seriously? You haven't seen a fucking porn mag before? Kekeke" Hiruma teases.
"Put that away. Why are you even bringing stuff like that in the clubroom?" Mamori shouts in outrage. "What if the children see that?"
"Children?!" Hiruma laughs hysterically, "We're in fucking highschool. This is normal for highschool boys. Damn."
Hiruma continues laughing as Mamori blushes.
Hiruma then flips and pretends to read it, "I cannot believe how uptight you are fucking manager. Surely you know the pleasure we get from this."
He doesn't really like reading stuff like this because most of the pictures are photoshopped but just the reaction of the manager entertains him that he continues on pretending the magazine was his.
"I'll confiscate that." Mamori says pulling the magazine from Hiruma's hand.
"Kekeke. Confiscate you say? or do you want to fucking read it for yourself?"
"I'm confiscating it!" Mamori's blush creeps until her ears. Hiruma swears he can see steam on top of her head already.
This is fucking hilarious.
The door opens and Kurita, Monta and Sena came in. They are in a middle of a conversation as they go in. Mamori stuffs the magazine in her back and turn around. Sena's conversation died down the instant they saw Hiruma laughing and Mamori facing the wall.
Mamori walks away from Hiruma. She was still careful as to not
The three greeted her.
"Hello." She answers back while still facing away.
Hiruma rolls in laughter.
"Hey! Are you teasing her again!" Monta shouts.
"None of your business fucking monkey!" Hiruma says as he laughs, "Besides what are you going to do about it?" Hiruma pulls out his gun and starts to fire at Monta. "YA-HA!" he laughs.
Kurita goes to Mamori and tries to know what happened.
"I'm ok..." Mamori says, feeling her face is finally back to normal.
She shoots a look at Hiruma who is now already chasing the two outside of the room.
"That devil... " she says with anger.
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It is already nighttime and Mamori just finished taking a bath. The warm bath was perfect for her sore muscles and stiff shoulders. It was a tiresome day again as usual. They're preparing for a practice match with another school so they're all practicing and doing their best. Even though Hiruma said that team isn't tough he still wants everyone to crush their opponent to the ground.
"Typical Hiruma." Mamori mutters as she finishes putting her pajamas on.
She walks towards her study table and pull out her school books. She always studies at night before going to bed. As she pulls out her books the porn magazine fell out.
She is shocked. She almost forgot about it.
'We're in fucking highschool. This is normal for highschool boys…' his voice echoes in her head.
"Mou… that Hiruma… I'm sure Sena wouldn't read something like this." She assures herself.
She places the magazine under her books. She'll throw that outside tomorrow. She can't throw it in her garbage can, what if her mother sees?!
She then starts to study.
A few minutes passed and she can still feel the magazine's presence. It's like a big sore thumb calling her attention. She can't really focus on anything knowing that thing is there.
She sighs. She gives up.
She takes the magazine from between her books and stare at it. The women in the cover looked disgusting with their half-closed eyes, slightly open mouth and widely open legs.
'or do you want to fucking read it for yourself?' There's his voice once more.
Mamori isn't really new about these things. She has seen porn mags before but she doesn't really read them. When she confiscates them she usually surrenders them to the teacher at once. So this must be the first one she brought home.
Mamori locks the door. Who knows who would come in and if her parents see her holding something like this she would be in big trouble.
She braces herself… and reads.
One page, she blushes, she turns a few more pages, she goes red, a few more pages and now her hands are shaking while her face was a perfect tomato red. A few more pages and now her eyes are twirling. Finally she closes it and throws it away from her.
'What the fuck was that?!' This is her thoughts this time, instantly regretting using the f word.
Mamori stuffs the dirty magazine in between her books and then stuffs everything inside her bed. She instantly runs to her bed and covers herself with her blanket. Her face was still hot. Her fingers were still shaking. The things she saw were anything beyond her imagination. She cannot believe such things are done by people… with their bodies… with someone else.
She tries to sleep but it seems impossible. Those things are still inside her head. She mutes them out but they persist. These unknown naked people are running around in her head.
"But would it be disturbing if you know the other person… example when you love them". That thought surfaced inside her head. She knows that normal people in love do these things. 'What is it like for them?'
Mamori can't help herself. His face surfaces with those words, Hiruma's face.
xxx
Hiruma looks at her with eyes intense as ever. She knows this look. These are the eyes of the devil during games whenever he's serious and not fucking around. She smiles and blushes.
His long fingers trace her face, his eyes never left hers. She can feel his breath on her as she sighs closing her eyes and giving everything up to him. She feels his hands as they slide down from her face and goes to her breasts. He touches her nipples slowly and Mamori opens her eyes. Hiruma's attention is still on her. His breath is unsteady but his eyes are directly on her. She could feel from his gaze how much he wanted her. Mamori feels her face hotter than before. She wants to look at him but she can't stop herself from closing her eyes again. It feels so good.
For someone who knows how to play rough Mamori is surprised on how gentle his hands were. He was touching her ever so slightly. It tickles her but at the same time she wanted more of that feeling. Both his hands were on her chest, both fondling her breast. Mamori then felt something different and when she opens her eyes his mouth were already on her. His eyes are closed as he seems to enjoy suckling on her breasts. Mamori closes her eyes once more feeling his tongue as he licks her nipples around and around, up and down. His mouth is warm and wet as it encloses the peak of her breast. He would suck her gently and let go and continue lavishing her nipples with his tongue.
She feels his free hand sliding down her stomach. She opens her eyes again.
He's looking at her again. His eyes half-closed and were directly on her face. Mamori can't believe he was asking for her permission. She smiles and lay down, completely trusting him.
Mamori felt his hand passing through the garter of her pajama and underwear. His hands are directly touching her. Mamori swallowed as she feels his fingers parting her folds. A finger started to stroke her clitoris. Mamori felt his fingers drenched in her wetness adding lubrication as he continues to touch her.
"So you enjoyed it this much. Fucking manager." He whispers.
Mamori moaned at the sound of his voice. The hot sensation on her vagina doubled when he spoke. She clutched the bed, nails digging on the sheets.
She hears Hiruma chuckle as she feels a finger inserting inside. Her juices flowed. It completely covers his fingers and continues to flow down his hands. He pumps his finger and pulls it out to stroke her clitoris once more.
His fingers went around her whole genital. He possesses her, she is his and she doesn't mind it at all. His long fingers went in and out of her in a rhythm that rocked her down to her core. His fingers would rub her clit as she feels it tenses and ache for more.
Mamori moaned and moaned in pleasure. She is hot, she is wet and she wants this. His hands goes on and on, brushing his clitoris in a constant rhythm.
Mamori felt the wave and wave of pleasure coming from inside her. She was trembling and twisting in sweet pleasure. Hiruma continues to stroke her occasionally pumping a finger inside.
Her breaths came in short and quick and she can feel her whole body pulsing. He then puts another finger inside and Mamori's eyes goes wide open.
"Relax." He mutters.
He then pumps his fingers and Mamori can't take it any longer. Her body arches as she gives in to the intense feeling. It lasted for a few seconds and then it is gone.
She trembles back to the bed as she continues to breathe heavily. Slowly her breathing went back to normal and she sighs.
She pulls out her hand from her underwear and sees how wet it was. Her whole hand is drenched. She looks down and worries about her bed. She was so wet.
She smiles. Even though it felt wrong it still feels good.
'No wonder people like doing it.' She then sighs.
Hiruma is now gone. Everything was her imagination. Somehow that feels painful but then again she will never get to do something like that with him.
"But maybe someday…"
She shakes her head to banish the thought. She blushes once more. Imaginations she can handle but if it was the real thing. No way. Her heart is still too weak for it.