Cherry POV

Well I had held up my end. Maybe better than I should have. The unshockable Youichi, the man who could predict anything, actually seemed shocked. I guess it was a surprise, I'd been as much of a distraction as I possibly could be when I wasn't the one running. My favorite thing to do was stay near that monkey-like boy, Monta I think was his name, and get tackled by those who were aiming for him. Or run in front of that obscure track-team boy when he was the one actually carrying the ball. Even playing defense was fun! It was chaos! My favorite kind of game!

It was even entertaining to watch the team stare at the scoreboard for a few minuets after our game, amazed that the Cupids had lost with a big fat ZERO. Maybe even more amazed that we had ended with a score of 77.

Still, my most favorite part was coming. Youichi paying up.

"I did very well, right?" I asked him as I found him sitting on his bed, already stripped down and redressed into his sleeping pants. He was playing on his laptop, apparently forming new strategies after seeing my ability. With obvious force, he ignored me. "Youichi." I grabbed his laptop by the screen, closing it, and tossing it to the other side of the bed.

"Hey red-haired bitch!" He began to growl, "what do you think you're d-!" I slammed my foot down between his thighs, just shy of his crotch.

"I knew that would get your attention." I snickered, "I did very well today, right Youichi?" His gaze started from my foot, going all the way up my bare leg, lingering momentarily on my underwear that had pandas on them, before continuing up my torso that had his button-up shirt on with the buttons undone, and finally finding my face. We stared at eachother, "Well, I did, time to pay up then, eh Youichi?"

"What do you want?" He asked, almost huskily, then cleared his throat.

"First I need some maintanence." I smirked. He raised his eyebrows, with a look that practically said 'huh?'. "You know, body maintanence." My smirk evolved to a full smile, "We wouldn't want my body to get sore and achey just because its not maintained, properly treated with some tender loving care, you know."

"I know." He nearly gulped and licked his lips.

I sat on the bed, turned towards him, pulling him so that he faced me. Then offered my feet to him, "My feet." He seemed to instantly get what I wished of him, because, like the proper man, he massaged the bottoms of my feet, "My ankles." I proceeded. His touch was surprisingly gentle, I expected a far worse massage out of the devilish blond, "My calves are especially sore." It had been awhile since I felt the excited fingers of a man working over my sensitive half-Succubi skin. I quite liked Youichi's. "My thighs." I wondered if he was going to get all shy, and realized nope, he knew what he was doing. The focus his turquoise eyes had was impressive, I always liked that he could focus so intently on one task; football, and now me. "My hips." His gaze met mine for an instant, to which I bit my lip and raised my eyebrows.

"I hope you're enjoying this." He snapped, rubbing his hands over my hips.

"As much as you are." I whipped right back, grabbing his chin.

He actually grinned at me, before pulling out of my grip, grabbing the front of my shirt, and kissing me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him back. "You are such a pain in the ass." He murmured between kisses, our tongues beginning a battle.

"You like it." I responded, sliding my hand into his hair and tugging. He grunted, non-commital, biting lightly on my bottom lip.

Oh, I definitely liked being paid.