Chapter 4
Warnings: Less smut, I hope. I filtered it as much as I could.
"Why do I have to go to the beach with you guys again?" Haruhi grumbled as she threw a small overnight bag into Kyoya's limousine.
"You have work." Kyoya said shortly before returning his attention to his laptop. As an afterthought, he grabbed a small shopping bag and tossed it into her arms. "For you."
Haruhi raised an eyebrow and looked into the pink shopping bag. She had a vague idea what was in it, but she wanted to check first before jumping to conclusions. "Kyoya-senpai," she grumbled as she held up a sheer black bikini. "This is way too revealing."
"Isn't that the point?" Kyoya gave her a meaningful look. "In any case, no one else will know that it's you."
Haruhi sighed and placed the bikini back into its bag. "Just to confirm, I'm being paid triple for this, right?"
"Yes. 600,000 yen a day, and I won't even charge you for accommodation and food."
Once they were on the beach, all the hosts claimed one of the large rocks each as their private spots and the ladies were allowed to queue up to wait for their 2 minutes of private time.
"Oh, should I queue for Tamaki-senpai or Kyoya-senpai first?" A first year whined to her friends. "Tamaki-senpai is so dreamy…"
"Yeah, but Kyoya-senpai has the best package!" Her friend argued.
"Look at Honey-senpai in that rabbit float, that's the most adorable thing I've ever seen!" A third one commented.
"KYAAAAAAAA!" All the female guest shrieked in unison.
Haruhi had just set down her bag when a knock sounded on her door. "Come in." She called out.
Kyoya walked into her room wearing a pair of swim shorts. "I hate my life." He muttered with a dark aura surrounding him.
Haruhi rolled her eyes. I think mine is worse, thank you very much. She thought to herself, but did not say it aloud. "I thought you have a very important client today."
Kyoya nodded. "I need to find out from a business rival's daughter what her father is trying to achieve from their new merger."
"Good luck." Haruhi said. "Do you want me to put on the bikini now?"
"No, just strip." Kyoya moved to help pull Haruhi's oversized shirt over her head. "I would appreciate if you took a stroll along the beach in your bikini while I'm out there, I might need additional motivation with the number of girls here today."
"Won't Tamaki-senpai and the others see me then?" She blinked.
Kyoya shook his head. "As long as you leave your signature wig and glasses behind, they won't recognise you. There's a hat and a pair of sunglasses in the bag if you prefer more anonymity."
"Okay then." Haruhi agreed reluctantly. Half of her dreaded going out in public practically naked, but half of her really wanted to see Kyoya-senpai succeed with his business mission.
"You shaved." Kyoya noted as he removed her pants and panties.
Haruhi shrugged. "I figured there would be a bikini involved at some point."
"Good girl." He ran his fingers over the smooth surface of her flesh, making her squirm a little. "I'd like to play with you a little more, but I'm running on a tight schedule today." He said, withdrawing his hand in disappointment.
Haruhi nodded her understanding and immediately fell to her knees.
"Fuck, that's good." He buried his hands in her short curls and realised how good men had fallen for the temptations of the flesh. He allowed her to continue until he felt ready to lose control, at which point he pulled away from her, got dressed and left.
Haruhi looked at the clock and figured that she had at least some time to shower before heading to the beach. Hopefully, that little fluffing would last Kyoya-senpai for a while, although Haruhi knew that it would be gone in a second if Tamaki cornered him with one of his idiotic antics.
A thorough shower later, Haruhi grudgingly pulled on the sheer black bikini that Kyoya had given her. It was made out of thin black chiffon with occasional slips of black velvet running across. The tiny pieces of black velvet strategically covered her nipples and her clitoris but left everything else in almost full view. She turned to look at her butt in the mirror and turned red when she saw that the chiffon did absolutely nothing to cover the shape of her ass. Taking a deep breath, she slipped on the large sun hat and black sunglasses to avoid recognition and strolled onto the beach.
"Dammit, that sadistic Shadow King." She muttered under her breath when she saw that the beach was literally crowded with girls in bikinis, some even more revealing than hers. In fact, she was positive that the two girls sunbathing in a distance were topless. "Why does he need me to wear this when he can just admire these girls for free?" She abruptly turned and marched into the guesthouse to change out of the uncomfortable outfit.
Meanwhile, outside, Kyoya was looking around impatiently. Dammit, Haruhi, where the heck are you?! He cursed silently. After a couple of simpering clients trying to flash him their boobs, he could feel his 'interest' waning already. Which was dangerous, of course. The girls expected him to be more aroused due to their state of undress, it would be hell trying to explain himself out of this one if he became totally flaccid. He cleared his throat before the next client could come forward. "Excuse me ladies, do you mind if I go to retrieve a bottle of sunscreen? I'm getting worried about your beautiful skin as you are standing under the scorching sun for me." He smiled seductively to the girl at the head of the queue. "I'll rub it on your back if you'd allow me, princess."
"Yes, yes please, Kyoya-sama." All of them were already breathless in anticipation.
Kyoya hopped off the rock and went in search of Haruhi. He found her sitting in her room in a large t-shirt but no pants, calmly reading a book.
"Haruhi, I thought I told you to go outside?!" He frowned at her. "You know I have an important client today."
"Really, senpai, with all those sexy girls on the beach, what difference would I make?" Haruhi sat down her book to look at him.
Kyoya closed his eyes. So that was her reasoning. But he didn't want to tell her the truth, that he couldn't get aroused by anyone other than her. "If you're not wearing it then I'll add the bikini to your debt." He said testily. "As well as the cost for tonight's accommodation and meals."
She glared at him. "Fine, you sadistic bastard. Do you get some perverse pleasure from watching others suffer?" She grabbed the bikini that was tossed aside earlier and got into the bathroom to change.
Before she could lock the door, however, Kyoya followed her into the bathroom. "Let me watch you change."
Haruhi ignored him and turned her back to him as she pulled off her t-shirt and replaced it with the black bikini top. As she bent down to pull up the bikini bottom, however, she heard Kyoya's breath hitch a notch, followed by his hands landing on her ass. "You have no idea, the effect you have on me." He whispered as he grinded his half-hard erection against the curve of her ass. In a second, he was fully hard again, so he grabbed a bottle of sunscreen from her bathroom counter and left.
"Wait, what about me!" Haruhi yelled after him. "Does he expect me to burn in the sun?" She grumbled audibly. Luckily, her dad had secretly packed a bottle of makeup foundation with sun protection functions, so she slathered the brown foundation all across her skin before stepping out onto the beach a second time.
Haruhi trudged along the beach sulkily until she managed to spot Kyoya sitting on a rock in a distance out to sea. Deliberately, she planted her hands on her hips, as if to say 'are you happy now'. He met her eyes and nodded subtly, before returning his attention to the girl before him. Haruhi sat on a lounge chair and resumed the book she was reading, occasionally looking up to evaluate the girls that were chatting to Kyoya. That one has really big boobs. She observed. I wonder if Kyoya is into that sort of thing. The next girl caused her eyes to bulge. Nipple piercings?! I didn't know Ouran girls were into that sort of thing too!
Kyoya's opinion was obvious the next moment, however, when he cast her a sideway glance. Oh, is that my cue? Haruhi wondered. To be safe from the Shadow King's wrath, she stood up and stretched herself, fully aware that the movement would cause her nipples to peek out of its tiny sanctuary for a quick look; and then pretended to bend over in search of a non-existent item on the beach.
When she looked up again, Kyoya seemed to be appeased, having returned to his relaxed chatter with the next client. Haruhi breathed a sigh of relief and was about to straighten herself, when a familiar voice rang in her ear. "Haru-chan, kawaii!"
"Honey-senpai!" She greeted before she could censure herself. "Uh, I mean…"
"That's alright, Haru-chan. Do you want us to keep it a secret?" Honey asked her kindly.
"Yes please." Haruhi gulped.
"We will, won't we, Takashi?" Honey looked up at his giant companion.
"Ah." Mori nodded.
"Would you like some cake, Haru-chan? Or coconut juice?" Honey offered cheerfully, not missing a beat.
"Some juice will be nice, thank you very much." Haruhi smiled at the diminutive senpai, grateful for his carefree demeanour.
"Takashi, wait for me here alright?" Honey ran off in search of the juice, and perhaps a slice of cake for himself.
"Mori-senpai." Haruhi acknowledged him politely as he sat down on the beach next to her.
"Hm." Mori stared straight out to the sea, noting that Kyoya was in Haruhi's direct line of vision, and looking very unhappy judging from the tightening of his knuckles; despite the fake host smile plastered broadly on his face.
Mori decided to put his and Honey's plan into action. "Come." He said, and without waiting for her to reply, he scooped the petite girl into his arms and started walking.
"Uh, where are we going, Mori-senpai?" Haruhi asked timidly, not daring to trash around in case she fell onto the sandy beach. She had no wish to get sand into her privates, thank you very much.
"Mitsukuni." Mori grunted.
"Do you mean, you want to search for him? Didn't he say he will be back? And I – uh – left my book behind. Perhaps I should catch up with you guys later?"
Mori appeared to ignore her as he scanned the beach keenly for his precious cousin.
Haruhi sighed and made herself comfortable in Mori's arms, hoping that Kyoya would understand her predicament.
Kyoya stalked along the beach fuming. How hard is it for that girl to stay in one spot?
He slowed down when he saw Mori-senpai lowering Haruhi onto a beach chair and Honey-senpai handing her a large coconut. Wordlessly he grabbed her wrist and pulled her from the scene.
"Kyo-chan, come join us!" Honey invited but Kyoya had already walked away with Haruhi held possessively against his chest.
"Mm." Mori watched their retreating backs contemplatively. "Something is going on." He murmured.
"Do you think they're dating?" Honey piped up.
Mori thought back to the bikini Haruhi was wearing, along with the litter of small, fading bruises along her body. "Maybe." He replied uncertainly. Kyoya was hiding something, that much he was sure. But the million dollar question was, what?
"Kyoya, that hurts!" Haruhi grumbled as she attempted to wrench herself free from Kyoya's deadly grasp.
"I thought we agreed that this job will be a priority!" Kyoya pushed her into a secluded boat house at the edge of the beach. "How the fuck is having a tea party more important than this?" He growled, roughly pulling off her two piece bikini and discarding them to the floor.
"What did you expect me to tell Mori-senpai?" She questioned, trying to push him away from her. "They knew that it's me!" She hissed.
Kyoya paused. "They knew?" He frowned. That wasn't good. He didn't want any of them to recognise Haruhi. He should have known that Honey-senpai and Mori-senpai were too observant for their own good.
"Yes. Now if you'll excuse me." Haruhi clutched the tiny pieces of fabric as she figured how to cover herself up enough to leave the boat house.
"Haruhi, I need help." Kyoya said in a tired voice. "I'm sorry I attacked you, but I'm feeling very antsy today, and I really need your help."
Haruhi gave him a look but scooted closer to him. "I don't understand why you're being so difficult today, Kyoya. I thought it would be easier with everyone showing so much skin around."
Kyoya sighed and looked away. "Don't you understand, Haruhi? No one else can turn me on. In fact, the more skin they reveal, the more turned off I get." He admitted in a small voice.
"Why is that? And why me then?"
"I don't know." Kyoya rested his head against her shoulders and caressed her leg gently, which was an unprecedented move for him. "I guess I associate them with feelings of helplessness and insecurity. As to why you, you're honest and sincere. You're not afraid to tell me what you really think, and you are not judgmental of my actions. I can be myself around you." He lowered his mouth to kiss her ear. "Please?" A tinge of desperation entered his voice.
"Thank you for sharing that with me." Haruhi leaned her forehead to meet with Kyoya's. "Alright then. Mizushima-san's turn is after this, isn't it?"
Kyoya nodded curtly, not trusting himself to speak at the moment. He couldn't believe that he had just told Haruhi all of that. It was his greatest weakness, the one secret he swore to never tell another soul, and here he was, baring himself to her.
Haruhi slided her fingers through Kyoya's sweat-matted hair, sweeping his bangs backwards and taking off his ever-present glasses. "I see the real you, Ootori Kyoya." She kissed him on the lips. "Come on, let's get you back on game." She nibbled on his neck, careful to not leave any marks that might arouse suspicion.
"Haruhi." Kyoya sighed against her lips, allowing himself to hold her body once again. He had no doubt now that this was the best deal he had ever made. He felt her trying to wrap her legs around him and instinctively lifted her up around his waist. He leaned back against the wall in order to gain some balance, holding her securely so that she wouldn't fall. Just holding her naked body in his arms was enough to make his inner beast purr in contentment.
"Fuck me, Kyoya." She breathed into his ear, clenching her legs around his hips to convey the message.
"Are you sure?" He murmured back to her, suddenly reluctant to defile something as pure as her.
"Yes." She rested her head against his chest. "You're going to need a special pick-me-up if you want to impress Mizushima-san."
Kyoya shook his head and lowered her onto the ground. Before this, he might have been dying to do that, but now he knew that he couldn't do it. Not in circumstances as such, where he was preparing to meet another girl. Haruhi deserved so much better than this. "Not now, not like this." He caressed her hair.
Instead, he knelt down before her and worshiped her body. He traced every contour and ridges along her body, noting the old scars along her knees and elbows from childhood falls and scapes, as well as the light bruises he had left on her body over the course of time. He kissed every single one of the bruises, silently offering an apology for his mistreatment of her.
Haruhi watched raptly as Kyoya explored her body with adoration. How was it that she was the only one who could make him react this way? Judging from their past encounters, she had thought that Kyoya was a hot-blooded male that was simply seeking favour from a female body, and that he had chosen her simply because she could be persuaded by money. Now she understood why he had given in to her request to be taught his business knowledge so easily. He had no choice. And she, in her innocence, had demanded his most precious asset as payment. To be fair, Haruhi still thought that it was a fair trade, it's just that she just didn't realise how much bargaining power she had until now.
Briefly she wondered why he had refused her offer to have sex. It was obvious that he desired her greatly. Her appointment with an independent gynaecologist, as well as the contraceptive jab from the Ootori Medical Centre, was arranged the very next day after their tryst in the limousine. Not only that, she had been showered with piles and piles of sexy lingerie that she knew she would be expected to wear in the future. She particularly liked the white one decorated with colourful rhinestones (although she sincerely hoped that they were fake), and could not wait for him to see her in it. Emotional complications aside, Haruhi actually enjoyed working for Kyoya. He wasn't as emotional as Tamaki, but also not as insensitive as the twins. Furthermore, he was handsome, sexy and generous with his reciprocation. She was indifferent towards stereotypical gender roles, thus not particularly concerned about her virginity.
Kyoya kissed Haruhi's neck one last time, before getting on his feet. "I'm sorry, Haruhi. I'll make it up to you after hosting hours, but I need to go now."
Haruhi nodded, reaching into his pants to give him an extra pat for good luck, causing Kyoya to whimper just so slightly as he left.
Outside, two figures were resting on top of a very high tree branch. "So, that's what Kyo-chan's hiding." The small one said.
"Now we know why he has been performing so well recently." The taller figure noted.
"Haru-chan doesn't look like she minds."
"Mm-mm. I guess she is not that gender-conscious."
"Do you think she would mind an additional client, Takashi?"
