Haruki Sagae POV

Class ended, but neither of us left. After the halls had cleared, Isuke walked over with purpose, heels clicking on the linoleum until she stopped in front of me, leaning against a desk. "What?" I murmured.

"What the hell happened last night?"

"The mood changed."

Isuke's face twisted into sneer, "The mood didn't change. You ran away."

My face stayed calm. "I didn't feel comfortable continuing."

The silence that lingered in the air between us was thick with confusion, envy, and irritation. I let it hang. My lips tingled, fingers twitching when I was reminded of the more exciting half of the late hours after sunset. Her make up is hastily applied. Perhaps her sleep wasn't so perfect.

"Stop avoiding," her hand on her hip. God, her hips. I wanted to touch her again, but instead I bit the inside of my cheek. "It's a simple question, idiot!" Her manicured pink nail flicked my forehead making me grimace.

"Why does it matter!?"

"Because you're too good at it to be a virgin and you're hiding the reason!" Wait, what..?

I shook off my momentary surprise when an idea of how to respond to all the thoughts and feelings I'd had appropriately jumped out of my jumbled brain. I sighed, "Inukai, why do you care? What are you in this for? Me or the sex?"

It took a moment before she met my eyes, flipping her hair over her shoulder, "…Sex." It hurt to hear, my lungs burned from holding my breath. The only solace I could find in the situation was her hesitation.

"Okay." I nodded. "Fine. I can do that." Isuke smirked in a way that made me want to knock her out. But it disappeared as soon as she realized I wasn't done quite yet, "Under two conditions. No kissing on the lips and you don't touch me in a sexually stimulating way."

"Fine." She laughed, waving my terms away as if they were whimsical. "I don't see a problem in only ever receiving. My nails are too expensive to ruin anyway."

"Then I guess our arrangement starts here." I rose, setting Inukai on the desk she'd been leaning against. I reached under her skirt, my mouth setting to work on marking her, determined to blemish that flawless image she was so proud to see in the mirror.

I pulled back to admire the forming discoloration I just so happened to place as high up on her neck as I could. One palm moved her leg, palm flat on her inner thigh, the other slipping past her panties, rubbing in a circular motion.

"Sagae…" Isuke worked to unzip her jacket, pushing her tube top and bra up.

Fine. This is all we are then. Don't let her see these emotions. She'll just mock you anyways. Just follow her commands. Don't think, Haruki. Don't run, don't flinch. Don't get stuck.

I wanted to kiss her, but that's exactly why I made it off limits. Instead my tongue raked over her exposed chest, gravitating towards her peach colored nipple.

She'll probably never want children. Reason number 1, why my life will be better without her. I suckled in a similar fashion as I imagined a newborn might in spite. Her breathing started to pick up, her pulse following in suit.

"Quit with the foreplay already," she meant it to be agitated, but it came out as a whine.

Reason 2, Isuke doesn't know how to love, she'll never stop to savor your touch.

My fingers sank into her moving in a quickened pace, her forehead leaning onto my shoulder as I moved in, my teeth nipping at a pierced earlobe. I closed my eyes, you could be anyone right now and it wouldn't make a difference, reason 3.

An arm moved around me, balling my shirt up, Isuke's hand moved to mine, guiding the direction of my curling knuckles. "There!" A sharp intake of air followed by a moan. It was music to my ears. She rocked her pelvis in time with me, her insides seizing against my fingertips. Her breathing becoming steadily more labored, she got louder, her gasps punctuated with ecstasy, "Uh! Almost."

She bit down on my shoulder to keep from yelling out as she came, her body stiffened, muscles quivering. I slowed down, letting her ride it out with near silent whimpers.

Everything about this is fucked, reason 4. I counted until she released me, chocking back the tears, suppressing them so she would never know they threatened me. Reason 5, you'll never stop taking jobs to kill if this went anywhere, she's being groomed as a legacy assassin. Reason 6, all your money would go towards her shopping habits, there'd be nothing left to feed your family. Reason 7, she'd never be faithful in a relationship, you'd constantly be terrified she's in someone else's bed. Reason 8, you'd never come first, not to her money, or her parents, not to her self indulgence. Not once. You don't matter.

I stumbled back a step, withdrawing from her. I caught my balance by gripping a chair, playing it off, "This is it." I murmured, "This is all you get now." The sickness from the previous night welled in my stomach, and apart from my pale face, I hid every trace of it.

"Clean up your mess will you." The steely stare landed on my sticky hand, I licked my fingers clean and as soon as I did, Isuke got to her feet, fixing her clothes, "Next time we should try a different atmosphere."

With that, she walked away.

This is all you get. I know.