Dark Kingdom 50

So here she was. In the most famous university in all of Japan. She would never have thought it possible that she would stand here in one of the many corridors between all the scurrying students. At most as a cleaner if her school grades dropped even further.

She knew that only the best students were accepted who had a final grade that she could only dream of.

She looked around curiously. Fortunately, she had changed in the school toilet right after class ended. In her normal school uniform she would have been noticed like a sore thumb. At least that way she could look for Mamoru unnoticed. Strange that even in the afternoon there was so much going on. Didn't her dad always joke that students spend most of their free time in Japan?

There he was! Usagi would have loved to jump up for joy, but left it with an inner cheer. After all, she wanted to appear adult and not cause unnecessary attention. Just look briefly and then disappear again inconspicuously.

She hid behind a wide advertising pillar with posters for informational events that apparently nobody was interested in. Most of the students passing by stared at their smartphones in awe. Probably she could have flick-flicked here stark naked and still no one would have noticed her.

What was she thinking about again? Right in front of her stood the main protagonist of her wet dreams, acting like a perfectly normal person for the first time. He seemed to be explaining something from a long book to another student and, wow, he was smiling! When, please, had she ever seen him act so normally? Up until now he had always been just that mysterious, serious-looking man for her who, with his inscrutable expression, had conjured up question marks after question marks on her face.

But now, as he stood there laughing and joking, he looked like a normal student.

Usagi wondered if he would have made her feel the same if she had just met him on the street. Maybe she was, but she just hadn't noticed him because he looked so normal.

For the first time she wondered which side of Mamoru she liked better.

The dark, dangerous one that kept shivering down her spine? Or the friendly side? The Mamoru with whom you could walk hand in hand through the park?

"Attention!"

She startled, turned around and saw only a tidal wave of paper and files loom in front of her. Seconds later she was buried under it and sat on her bum.

A young red-haired woman crouched just a few inches from her and looked at the chaos in front of her.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!", Usagi tried to save something and piled the many leaves wildly on top of each other. Finally handed the crumpled pile to the woman who cocked her head.

"Aren't you a little young for a student?"

Usagi froze in motion, peering through her bangs.

"Um, so ..." she stuttered. Great! How could she wriggle out of here? She couldn't tell a lie. At the latest if the woman asked about the field of study, she would have been lost. Besides, she had never been good at fibbling. Could you get kicked out of a university?

"She belongs to Me."

The blonde didn't move. She knew immediately who the voice belonged to, she didn't have to turn around. Instead, her gaze fell on the young woman in front of her. Her cheeks literally glowed and her eyes glowed excitedly. Apparently it was normal that the mere sight of Mamoru made women's hearts beat faster. Did she look that silly herself?

"Mamoru!", the woman stuttered nervously and tucked a strand behind her ear. "Is that your sister?"

"No.", came the short answer from him, while he held out his hand to Usagi and helped her up. However, he left the woman behind.

"But?", she smiled, confused, as she now laboriously got up and sorted her files.

"This is my girlfriend.", he hugged the bewildered Usagi. Had he really just called her his girlfriend?

"She wanted to pick me up. Isn't it?"

Usagi looked up at him, just nodded silently. Was that really the Mamoru she knew?

"Oh, your girlfriend."

The young woman didn't seem to know what to do with her hands and therefore clung to the now completely crumpled papers.

"See you tomorrow then.", Mamoru said a friendly goodbye. It just seemed paradoxical. He turned, still with Usagi by his side, and walked slowly towards the large main entrance of the university.

"Will you explain to me what you are doing here?", he asked. But so quietly that only Usagi could hear it. She looked embarrassed and just mumbled.

"I wanted, so ..."

"A little louder please."

He really walked to the parking lot with her in his arms. Was that a dream again? Then where was the rain? Usagi held up her hand in anticipation that she would get a drop in a moment.

When Mamoru saw this, he stopped and tilted his head questioningly. Usagi quickly withdrew her hand, hiding it behind her back, embarrassed.

"I wanted to see you.", she replied quickly. "I mean, I don't even have your phone number and stuff."

"See me?" , he repeated monotonously.

"Is that weird?" , she pouted back. "After all, I'm your girlfriend. Do you remember? You called me that too. And then I will be allowed to see where my boyfriend spends his everyday life. It's truth, isn't it?"

Mamoru smiled.

"Alright."

He held the passenger door of his car open for her. "And what are you going to do now?"

Usagi shrugged her shoulders, she really had no idea. It wasn't even planned that he would see her.

"Eat ice cream?" , she asked frankly.

He stared at her in amazement.

"Didn't I say that I don't have such activities for couples?"

"It's just an ice cream, Mamoru. And I don't think dangerous gangsters like chocolate ice cream. "

"Okay."

He sighed and let himself fall into the seat. "When I look at those clouds like that, you have to move your ice cream."

He tried a skeptical objection.

"Then we'll eat it at your place."

As if it was a duty to only eat ice cream in the fresh air.

"If you are only looking for an excuse to come to my apartment ..."

"Not true at all!", Usagi's voice grew an octave higher.

"I feel like having an ice cream and would like to share a large mug with my boyfriend."

From which he gets half the ice cream at most.

"Besides, you said yourself you were a gentleman."

"Indeed. That's why I ask you to straighten your skirt."

He made a gesture to her lap.

There her black mini skirt had apparently slipped up so far that you could even see part of her panties. Of her pale pink panties. With bright pink rabbits on it.

Usagi turned bright red and quickly pushed everything back into position. A quick, inconspicuous look at Mamoru assured her that he was already concentrating on driving and taking no further notice of her clumsy movement.

She looked thoughtfully out the side window. How would he ever perceive her as a real woman if she kept acting so silly?

How did she want to arouse desire in him with such stupid underwear?

A drop hit the window, followed closely by another and then by a whole dozen.

Great! Had the whole universe conspired against her today and now treated her to yet another stupid ice cream?

"I think we really have to buy the ice cream in the supermarket." , she stated in frustration. Meanwhile the initial drops had turned into a real shower.

"If we even get there by then?" Mamoru muttered with a frown and drove into a nearby parking lot.

"What do you mean?", Usagi looked around confused, they hadn't got far yet. What was he doing here?

He turned off the engine and pulled some lever under the steering wheel so that there was a metallic clack from the engine compartment.

"During our nice race at the weekend the clutch seems to have gotten something," , he explained unbuckled his seatbelt and turned in his seat to get something from the back seat.

"What are you going to do?" , she asked confused when she saw the small tool case.

"I just have to look something up." He opened the case and fished out the correct one from the number of wrenches and any attachments.

"Are you still a mechanic too?", she looked at him with big eyes.

"I have a lot of hidden talents." , he said with a wink. "I'll be right back."

"What? But it is raining."

It wasn't just raining, it was pouring. This weather was almost like a monsoon.

"Would you rather spend your ice cream or the afternoon in the car?"

Before Usagi could answer at all, he got out of the car, ran forward and opened the hood.

He rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, which was completely soaked within seconds and became almost transparent. The rain dripped from his pitch-black hair as he leaned over the engine and unscrewed something, frowning.

"Like in my dream,", Usagi whispered.

Could that be real? Or was she just asleep again and her fantasy from before just repeated. She pinched her thigh to be on the safe side. Ow! Maybe a little too much. Shit, that would give a bruise. But the dull pain made her realize this was real. It was happening right now and could only be a sign!

As if hypnotized, she stared at the soaked man in front of her, sucked in every detail that her transfigured gaze saw and opened the car door without looking, okay, had to look for a moment.

The cold rain hit her. In her dream it was somehow more comfortable. Defying the goosebumps, she lifted her legs out of the car, keeping her eyes on Mamoru, who only lifted his head when he heard the passenger door slam and tried to drown out the sound of the rain.

"What shoud that? You will be completely soaked."

She didn't respond at all, just put one foot in front of the other until she was finally at Mamoru's height and carefully raised her head. She looked at him, looking for something in his gaze that would suggest she was not doing a huge amount of stupidity when she put her hands on his chest.

He said nothing, his face was completely motionless.

Usagi stood on tiptoe. Just a kiss. A fleeting touch of her lips. She didn't want more. Mamoru raised his arm, closed the hood, but didn't turn away from her.

Instead, he bowed his head, just looked at her. Was he waiting for what she was doing? That she did something? For seconds they just seemed to stand in the rain and look at each other. It could have been a perfect moment. Except Usagi had no idea what to do next. Should she kiss him? Or do you prefer to wait for him to take the first step?

A raindrop got caught in her eyelashes, she tried to brush it away, briefly turned her gaze from Mamoru and breathed in surprise when he cupped her hips and easily put her on the moto hood.

He'd done that before, before the disco. Just that was a different car. And hadn't rained. And she still didn't know how good he could kiss. She pulled him toward her by his shirt, sealing his lips. Mamoru squeezed between her legs, pressing their bodies together until a sheet of paper could no longer fit between them.

His hands brushed her back, went under her blouse. Usagi gasped into the kiss as his fingers slipped under her bra and he took her nipples between thumb and forefinger, slowly rubbing them back and forth.

Her nerves were tense to the breaking point. She immediately forgot everything around her, concentrating exclusively on Mamoru's hands and what they did to her, what they triggered in her.

The longer he teased her, the more passionately he kissed her and deepened her tongue, the more intense the heat between her legs became. She cupped his loins, pressed him even closer to the burning area and rubbed against him, which only seemed to increase the excitement.

Mamoru, too, gradually began to move in the same rhythm. She could hear a low moan and was downright ecstatic about the sound.

Another, much louder noise made her startle.

A horn, a passing car and an angry shout.

"Get a room!"

Usagi stared at the person opposite.

"That was my sign!", Mamoru said calmly and pulled his hands out from under her top.

No right ?! He wasn't serious now!

Unmoved, he lifted her from the hood, made sure she could stand, and then ran both hands through his wet hair.

"The engine is down.", he said with a frown, then looked at her from top to bottom. "Come on, you have to get out of this."

He held out his hand.

"What? But where do you want to go?"

He said nothing, just pointed to the opposite side of the street. There was a huge stone staircase that led to a tree-covered little hill. Usagi knew immediately which building was waiting for her there. A temple. But not just any one.

Her temple. Rei's!

"Definitely not!" Usagi said firmly, crossing her arms as if to prove it. "I'd rather stay in the car."

"What's the childish reaction supposed to be? You will get sick."

Mamoru opened the driver's door again and withdrew the key.

"Then I have the flu. I don't care. "

So she was childish? Well, then she really wanted to behave like that.

He cocked his head.

"I could force you too."

"Then I scream."

Sighing, he stood in front of her.

"Okay, what do I have to do to get you to volunteer? A truckload of ice?"

Tempting offer. But it was not that easy to have and instead answered easily defiantly.

"That is not enough."

"What do you want then?"

Almost helplessly, he raised his arms. A lovely sight.

Yes, what did she actually want? What would a visit to the home make up for her potential rival.

"Sex?" ,Mamoru suddenly interjected.

Usagi looked at him with wide eyes. In a matter of seconds she turned purple and was speechless. What should she answer then, please? Because she didn't want to come up with anything intelligent, she just shrugged her shoulders.

Mamoru sighed and ran his hand through his bangs again.

How could such a simple gesture be so incredibly attractive? Even now, soaking wet and with wildly protruding hair.

"All right, I'll come up with something. But now finally move your bum. ", he muttered and took her hand.

What? Confused, she let herself go through her head for the last few minutes. What was it about again? Right. Sex.

He probably didn't want to ...