I ended up with an absolute pervert. I swear, he's probably hornier than the average high school boy and that's saying something.

Excuse me for not being a raging pubescent male filled with testosterones and the desire to stick my dick into every single thing I see, but it isn't anyone's duty, especially not mine, to open my mouth when you say your penis hurts. Apparently he was under the misconception of how having a girlfriend equalled to free blowjobs because that was the last thing I expected him to tell me in the deserted gym room after school.

But also, me being me, I bent to my knees and let him do as he wished.

Not because I wanted to, but I had to keep him satisfied about being with me so I could continue my research, and Lily and all her other friends seemed excited that I had a boyfriend so that's why I didn't want to let everything down quickly. Not when Miku's talking to me more than ever now. I think she's finally acknowledging me, and not even as her friend's little sister, but a friend of her own.

At least, that's how she addressed me when we went to her cousin's ice cream parlour and he didn't recognise me from their usual group.

That's right. Not only did she actually invite me out on one of their hang outs, but she actually introduced me to somebody. Me.

Back to the point: I sucked a boy's dick.

I still have no idea whatever the hell his name is, and at this point it'd be more than horrifying to ask, but other than the complete lack of his respect I don't think I regret it that much. I actually giggled a little at his size when he unzipped the front of his pants and pulled out the entire length.. until he forced it through my lips and it started growing on my tongue. That part was slightly worrying. Him holding onto the back of my head and forcefully thrusting his hips down my throat as if I was some vacuum cleaner didn't help much either.

And then there was the taste.

Gross.

Yeah, gross. I'm not going to lie and sugarcoat anything because semen tastes awful. I thought it was pee at first and immediately after he reached release, my mouth pulled away and spat that cream all over the floor without hesitation. And then after that I couldn't face him anymore so I stood up, grabbed my bag, and left as quickly as I could. I think I cried myself to sleep that night, wallowing in disgust and self-pity, before making a resolve to avoid seeing him again at all costs. The only problem was that when I went to school the next morning, he was waiting right outside the school gates ー wide blue eyes and all, almost like a lost puppy.

"Rin, why didn't you return my calls?"

"Rin, why aren't you talking to me?"

"Rin, why won't you look at me?"

Shut up, shut up, shut up, it's obvious enough, isn't it?!

He's cornering every single path I walk, and it's a struggle to search for the nearest shortcut into the girl's side of the school. Everytime I do so little as leave that boundary for even a minute however, his legs rush at the speed of light and come flock over like he's a pigeon and I'm that lonely old lady that comes to the gardens everyday to throw breadcrumbs on the ground.

It's scary. He knows everywhere I go, and exactly when I'll be there.

Some people need to learn to get a life, namely Him. Even my own parents don't harass me this much in a day. He's driving me crazy.

I rinsed my throat with mouthwash ten times this morning and brushed my teeth until my gums bled and I had to gurgle salt water to heal it back to as how it should be. He can't just come bouncing in and expect me to be his willing plaything. I won't let anyone in the world do that to me, especially a boy. Never ever.

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"Sweetheart, there's a young man waiting at the door for you!"

"Tell him to wait, daddy! I haven't put on my lipgloss yet!"

"No, not you, Lily dear. I meant your younger sister. Rin, come on, it isn't polite to make a guest wait!"

I was enjoying a much awaited weekend lounging topless on my bed while blasting music through one earpiece when the conversation was heard. My older sister was in the next room over, presumably preparing for a blind date with some college boy while Miku and Gumi ー that's another one of her friends, green eyes, pretty lips, and her mother makes the best shephard's pie in the world, ー were accompanying her in choosing an outfit.

I could smell nail polish through the open window and crinkled my nose. They didn't invite me to join them, and although normally I wouldn't mind, it's a bit saddening to think that the only way I can feel that beauty's presence is through listening to her voice on the other side of this paper thin wall. I didn't even get to greet her today.

She's laughing about a joke. How cute. Ooh, now she's talking about her favourite clothing brand.

My father's impatient downstairs, yelling to the ceiling again. "RIN! I'm telling you, there's someone at the door!"

"Coming!"

I grabbed a fresh singlet from the drawer, not bothering to put on a bra. It's likely nobody important anyways. If it's really a boy, it's probably the delivery post or one of our neighbour's children expecting me to return the game that I borrowed from them three years ago. Even if it does seem a bit odd that dad wouldn't bother to address them by name. Maybe it was a trick to get my ass away from the bed faster than I usually would.. he's always restless whenever there are people around, especially on his days off.

My hair is a mess, looking like a broken stack of straw, and my body limps all the way down the staircase until my eyes are met with blinding valor blues, honey gold hair, and the entire body of my current boyfriend.

Oh no, oh hell no, how did he figure out where I lived..?!

There I was, looking and feeling like something that crawled out of a train wreck and he was staring straight at my chest. My chest that is covered by something that is white, see-through, and sticks to my skin. My chest wearing something that my parents never would've bought had they known it would be as thin as this. My chest that is better off wearing nothing at all, because then it wouldn't stress the fabric so obviously that it shows everything.

The boy licks his lips, and I gape at him speechlessly.

Well I mean, I can't blame him either.. he's sucked them before.

I hastily spin around to make sure my dad's not watching ー and thank god he isn't, preoccupied with pouring himself a mug of coffee whilst mentally preparing questions to harrass this kid with ー before I grab the frail teenage arm and rush upstairs with him in tow. Only that my movements are stopped halfway when I notice three pairs of eyes peeking at me through an open gap of one of the doorways.

"Oh my god, she actually has a boyfriend ー"

"Lily! Shhhh..!"

There was the quiet, beautiful giggle that followed, and I didn't have to doubt nor question whose voice it belonged to.

The other thought comes to me at the wrong time. The dirty little satisfaction that if he can easily see my breasts like this, then so can she. So can Miku. I have to force myself to think straight and turn the other way, forcing our feet back down the stairs and whispering to lead the way to his own home.

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"Baby, what the hell were you thinking?!"

As embarrassing as it is, that's the only way I know how to address him.

It's alright because he seemed to enjoy it, pouting his lips in a way that he must've hoped to be cute. "You wouldn't talk to me. I had no other choice."

This boy's house is small. Really really small; think, my own house divided by six, with only two bedrooms, and each hall to a doorway can only squeeze one person. His living room and kitchen is combined, and there's no dining room in sight. The television likely wouldn't fit had they not hung it up on the wall.

The size of his own room can only fit one bed and a small desk that's crowded with workbooks and his monitor, layers and layers of notes and schedules decorating his door. At first I felt rather pitying but when I consider how he lives in the capital city, right in the heart of town, with a literal two minutes walk from the main rail station..

His family is filthy rich.

There's no doubt about that.

If they'd just sold this one apartment, they could probably buy fourteen pairs of houses in my area.

I'd always been proud of living in the suburbs but now there's that greedy little demon inside me, rearing it's head, jealous of him for living that comfortable (not really) luxury city life. I want to steal his soul.

He was pretty nonchalant about it all too. We had to walk fourty minutes and take two trains just to get here, and he acted as if it was a walk in the park. He also acted possessive in public, forcing his jacket onto my shoulders and zipped it up to the collar while managing a firm grip on my hand all the way. But once we reached the comforts of his own four walls, that caring personality did a complete whiplash and that nice warm jacket I got to wear was tossed into some unseen godforsaken corner of the room so he could ogle at my nipples.

"Young lord? Your tea is ready." A warm-looking woman with shoulder length brown hair peeks in with a smile and sets down a tray on top of the small table beside his bed. "Please pour some for your friend as she wishes, I've prepared both brown and white sugar.."

My mouth was left open in shock as she bent down into a bow and promptly left the room. "That ー oh my god, was that your maid?"

Enough of living in the city, he can even afford the funds to have service? I don't think I've ever really met a rich kid before.

I mean, sure, we go to a private school but the tuition fee is relatively affordable ー enough that my parents can work comfortably without risking their own healths in return for my education. There's plenty of other recommended academies in the country.. unless he's an idiot and can't get in the upper prestigious ones without a good score.

Our headmaster did look the type to accept bribery, with polished black shoes and expensive suits.

But then, anybody else could accept the same thing.

He shut down my concern quite quickly, though. "What. No. That's my Mum." Before I could question further, he passed me a cup of tea that's already been stirred with sweetness and forced it to my lips. "She's only treating me like that because apparently I'm a 'spoilt prince' for failing my English finals. Wants to make me guilty, or something, like she's working hard to pay for an ungrateful brat."

"Ahhh.. interesting parenting. My mum would take off her belt with no questions and whip me until she's sure the lesson was learnt."

"You think she hasn't already done that? My ass is still sore."

I giggled for an entire second before turning solemn when that boy suddenly cups both of my cheeks in his hands and sneaks a smooth peck on my lips. It's actually quite gentle, and I'm still stirring, but it doesn't change the fact that I still had his throbbing member in my mouth just a few days ago and that the fact traumatises me to wit's end.

When he stands up to lock the door, I knew that I made another big mistake by leading myself into this trap.

Him, being the stupid typical boy that reeks of filthy pheromones, does not notice my discomfort at all. His hands go to the belt that keeps his waistband together and slowly loosens it so he can bring his crotch exposed to the chill air, with that excited member bobbing straight in my face.

To think he had the audacity to ask why I was ignoring him.

I want to run and cry into Miku's chest and beg her to hold me right now.

Especially when he raises both of my hands and forces it to circle his waist, landing them straight on the smoothness of his arse. And my boyfriend grunts softly when I squeeze the flesh hardly until it becomes a rosy red.

What a masochist. "But you know... you touching it can make it all better, even with just a few touch and kisses.."

No way in hell am I ever doing that.

Or so I thought. But I still open my mouth, letting him shove his tongue onto mine once again while we fall back onto his bed and he forces me to go through another session of heated embrace.

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I come home late at night, nearly eleven in the evening, and I can see my father seated at the computer ー no doubt having not realised that his youngest daughter had been out for nearly the entire day. He was immersed in editing an article for their magazine and I had to tiptoe my way up the stairs so he wouldn't notice my sneaking around before his midnight rounds of checking the rooms to make sure his children were in bed.

That old man makes a fuss whenever he sees me downstairs just to get a glass of milk. There's no winning with him.

I'm dead tired when I'm finally on the second floor, staring emptily at Lily's closed door and imagining the sight of Miku sleeping in there peacefully before I make my way into my own bedroom to fall onto a welcoming mattress.

I practiced a lot of kissing tonight. I hope she likes it when we finally get to do it together.

Just the two of us in our shared cocoon of love and warmth.

My mind goes back to that boy and the amount of his skin that I've seen. I think we've gone far enough, I'm afraid that with this fast pace he's setting, it'll only take a little while longer until I'm expected to give up more of my body. Sex.. no, I'm not ready for that yet. Still, he doesn't ever wait for my response and that moment could very well pass in the blink of an eye when I least expect it.

Ugh, I'm shivering, just thinking about it... disgusting.

Hopefully Miku won't mind.

it's for her sake, after all.

Yikes.