Chiaki smiled as Hajime pulled the chair out for her and she sat down. A beautiful aroma hit her nose as Hajime sat down across from her. She examined the usually brightly lit dining area, which now has the lights turned down low, a few candles on the table giving them enough light to eat by, and create a romantic mood. Or at least, that's what Chiaki believed he was going for, going off of visual novels she'd seen.
"Teruteru made this specifically for us." Hajime said, which made Chiaki's stomach grumble in anticipation. She sure wasn't like Akane, who devoured it like a black hole, but she definitely was one to appreciate his cooking. Today's meal was steak with a side of macaroni and cheese. Not that fanciest thing, but that didn't matter to her. She still liked the gesture.
"What's all this for?" She asked.
"I just wanted to have a nice meal with you, just the two of us." He answered, which she had already figured, she'd just wanted confirmation.
"But why?" She asked further.
"Because…" he paused, seeming to be a little embarrassed. "I enjoy spending time with you, just...by ourselves. So I thought, why not have dinner together?" He paused again, frowning. "Is it...too much?"
"No, no!" She assured him with a small smile. "It's fine. I was just wondering if there was any other reason." He smiled back, reassured. Chiaki picked up a fork and knife, and started cutting the meat. She wasn't the biggest fan of steak, but she did like it. She was surprised that he managed to get it to her favorite level of cooked: medium rare. She was sure she'd never told him, but either way, she was happy.
As Chiaki cut a piece off, and lifted it to her mouth, she could see Hajime watching her intently, likely wanting to see her reaction. She stuck the food in her mouth, and for a moment, there was a strange, bitter taste, but it was gone so fast that she wasn't sure it had actually happened. Instead, all she tasted was the delicious steak in her mouth, which she promptly began chewing. The taste quickly overwhelmed her, and she moaned her approval, which she saw made Hajime smile. Seeing that she was liking it, he began eating his own, and the two were soon devouring Teruteru's delicious meal.
"Hey…" Chiaki said at one point. Hajime continued chewing his bite, but raised an eyebrow, "Have you talked to Mahiru lately?" At the question, Hajime stopped for a moment. His eyes seemed to almost...dull for a split second. But right as soon as it happened, it was gone, and once again, Chiaki was left wondering if anything had actually happened. Instead, he resumed chewing.
"No, why?" He asked once he had swallowed. Chiaki shook her head, trying to shove away her sudden nervousness.
"She's been acting...weird lately." Chiaki said, unsure how to describe it. "Jumpy…"
"Huh…" he said, and shrugged his shoulders, and bit down on another piece. Chiaki sighed. She'd hoped he would know, since Hajime actually seemed somewhat close with her, but her hopes were not met. She tried not to focus on it and continued eating. As she ate, she also sipped at her water, which, on her first taste, also had that bitter taste that was quickly swept away by the familiar refreshing taste of the water. Chiaki wondered if she was feeling sick or something, but continued trying to ignore it.
The entire time she was eating, Chiaki kept feeling Hajime's eyes on her, which despite herself, made her blush. Something about how much attention he was giving her made her happy. The truth was that she also enjoyed spending time with him, even better alone. They hadn't had much time to spend alone, but the times they had were nice.
He just seemed so...truthful, and trusting. Like she could tell him anything, and he'd keep it safe. It was comforting. And his smile…
She looked up to see that smile directed towards her, and she felt her heart begin to race. How did he do that just by smiling at her? What was wrong with her?
She didn't know the answers to those questions, but to be honest, it didn't bother her that much. She simply enjoyed it, just like how she enjoyed the meal. They spent the rest of the time eating and chatting about non important things, simply enjoying each other's company.
Once they were done, Chiaki could see that the sun had already set outside. The light had been fading when they came in, but now it was almost fully night. Time had passed much faster than she'd thought.
"So…" Hajime said as he started to clean up. "Do you want to...come over?" Chiaki gave him a confused look as she also helped clean. Seeing her confusion, he cleared his throat, looking away in embarrassment. "I'm asking...do you want to come over...to my cabin?" After a moment, she finally got it, but when she did, a blush covered her cheeks. He wasn't...suggesting 'that', was he? Surely not.
Although, if he was...she wasn't wholly opposed to it.
"Y-yeah, sure." She said, and he smiled, which sent her heart fluttering again. The two finished cleaning up and started walking down the stairs. As the two walked through the room to the main doors, due to how close they were, their fingers touched for a moment. The contact sent sparks though Chiaki's body, and she felt the urge to reach out and grab his hand, something she'd never felt before. Seriously, how was he doing that?
As they walked past the pool, Chiaki felt a sudden wave of exhaustion come over her, and she stumbled, where he quickly caught her.
"Hey, you okay?" He asked.
"Yeah, I'm...I'm fine…" she said, and tried taking another step, but when she almost fell once again, he caught her and laughed.
"Here, let me help." Before she could react, he literally swept her off her feet, and held her in a bridal carrying position, which made her blush even more than she already was. She couldn't help but giggle, which made him laugh. He resumed walking towards the cabins as she nestled against him. She laid her head against his chest, surprised by its warmth as she slowly drifted into unconsciousness.
When Chiaki finally awoke, she felt groggy. Her head felt like it was made of lead, and it was a little hard to raise it. Not only that, but her body felt stiff, and it seemed hard to move at all.
As she forced her eyes open, she was met with a shocking sight: flesh. But not just any flesh, the kind of flesh she had never expected to see.
As her cluttered thoughts came together, the sight in front of her made her believe she was dreaming. Standing in front of her was Hajime, completely naked, his dick inches from her face, and at full mast. The long, thick shaft protruded from a forest of hair, the pink head garnering most of her attention. She also noticed two small sacks of flesh underneath. She didn't have much time to examine it however, as he crouched down, and she felt a hand pull her hair back roughly enough that she winced.
She was now met with the face of Hajime, who had a smile on his face. This time however, it didn't send her heart racing…well, it did, just not in the same way.
"Took you long enough to wake up." He said, his voice seemed lower pitched than usual, his eyes full and lifeless. Chiaki tried to pull away from him, but found herself unable to.
It was then that she finally realized that her hands were restrained behind her back, as she wasn't able to move them away. Not only that, her entire body was restrained. But to make matters even worse, she was…well...naked.
He let go of her hair and stepped out of view, so she could get a look at herself. From what she could see, she was restrained with what seemed to be a basic rope, which not only kept her wrists together behind her back, but also held her legs against the legs of the chair she was sitting in. This left her legs spread enough that she was sure if you looked, you had a perfect view between them. That sent a blush over her face, one that only deepened as she saw the rope move over her stomach, and between and around her breasts, squeezing and accentuating them.
She appeared to be wrapped in a sort of sexy bondage. Was this Hajime's doing? Sure, it seemed like a dumb question, but Hajime didn't seem like the type...even still, her fears were confirmed when he walked back into view with the rope in his hands.
"You look great like that." He said, looking her up and down. She felt her face burn from embarrassment at the idea of him looking at her like this.
"Wh-why…?" She croaked out.
"Because I wanted to, obviously." He said matter-of-factly. "I've always wanted to try this, and seeing you lying all my bed all tuckered out and vulnerable...well, I couldn't resist." Chiaki rolled her eyes despite the situation. He sounded like a cliche villain. Although she supposed it was working, considering that she was indeed scared of what he would do. He walked up to her, grabbed a piece of rope that was hanging down limply by itself, and pulled. Suddenly, she felt the bonds around her breasts constrict, and she winced in pain as they bulged from the restraint. They turned paler than they already were from the blood being cut off, and she felt tears come to her eyes from the pain.
Thankfully, he soon let go, and her breasts bounced in place as they were released, but still fairly tightly bound. He stepped back, smirking.
"Did you like that?" He asked. She shook her head, despite getting the feeling it was rhetorical. He shook his head as well, and knelt down in front of her. He placed a finger against her big toe, and started tracing it upwards. She shivered as she felt his warm finger moving up her calves, over her knee, and up her thigh, and stopping right before her crotch. Without warning, he reached out and grabbed hard onto one of her breasts.
She moaned as he squeezed it tightly, feeling his hand sink into her soft flesh. Her moans were quickly silenced by him placing his lips over hers. She gasped in surprise, but soon felt herself melting into the kiss. Despite her terror, she felt entranced by his soft lips on hers. It was something she hadn't known she'd wanted until he was giving it to her. Mercilessly, he then took it away almost right after, letting go of her breast at the same time, leaving her feeling empty. He walked behind her, out of view.
"Hmmm…" was all he said. She tried to crane her head around to see him, but before she could, she suddenly felt rope wrap around her neck, and go tight. She gasped and sputtered as she felt the air get ripped out of her, and the rope was pulled on, causing her head to slam hard against the back of the chair. With her hands restrained, she couldn't grab at the rope like her instincts were screaming at her to do. All she could do was thrash around as the rope became tighter and tighter around her throat.
Meanwhile, as Hajime pulled the rope back with one hand, he reached down with his other and jabbed a finger inside her pussy. He groaned as her tight warmth squeezed against his finger, and he twisted his other wrist, tightening the rope further.
Chiaki's vision became spotty as she desperately attempted to grasp onto whatever oxygen she could. Her chest tightened painfully, and she thrashed wildly in terror. As she continued struggling, her entire upper body tensed up, and she couldn't register any other sensation, leaving Hajime free to shove his finger down deep inside her with her unable to react.
Hajime watched as Chiaki's face turned red as the blood tried to flow through her head, and as she began to turn blue, her struggling began to falter. All while he twisted his finger around, rubbing it against her inner walls.
Chiaki's vision began to fade, and she felt a sort of weight come over her entire body, making it feel heavy, and hard to move. The world became darker and darker, as she fell into unconsciousness.
Then, suddenly, the rope loosened, and her vision began to flood back as she inhaled deeply, then coughed at the sudden intake. She launched into a fit of coughs as her vision returned to normal, and she felt her lungs fill with that life-saving oxygen. At the same time, Hajime pulled his finger out and stuck it in his mouth, slurping up the juices left behind on it.
"Can't have you falling asleep on me." Hajime said as he walked in front of her once more. She glared up at him, still coughing as she struggled to get her breathing back to normal. "It's no fun that way."
"H-how...wh-why…" Chiaki croaked, her throat dry and voice cracked. "Why...are you…?" Hajime stopped her by grabbing her throat tightly, once again knocking the wind out of her. He pulled her forwards slightly as he brought his face close, and smiled.
"Because...I want to. That's all." He said as he let go of her neck, leaving her coughing again, and grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her head forward. Before she could register what was happening, she suddenly felt something get shoved into her mouth, hard. She opened her eyes to find his stomach right in front of her. She angled her gaze downward to see that, to her horror, he had forcefully shoved his dick deep inside her mouth. His pubic hair tickled her nose, making her want to sneeze.
"Suck it." He said. She craned her neck to look up at him, and found him glaring down at her. "Suck it." He repeated when she didn't. With a gulp, she pressed her lips against the skin, and sucked.
It had a hot, salty taste, one that seemed so familiar yet foreign at the same time. She couldn't actually decide if she liked it or not. She sucked on it loudly, still in disbelief of the situation. He leaned his head back and moaned, and despite the situation she found herself in, she couldn't help but feel a small amount of joy that she was making him feel so good.
That happiness quickly went away when he gripped her hair tightly, and shoved his dick the rest of the way into her mouth. When it crashed into the back of her throat, she gagged, once again temporarily losing the ability to breathe. She coughed against his dick, and he shook her head around, only making it worse.
"Don't stop." He said, despite the clear signs that she was choking on it. His balls slapped against the bottom of her chin, and she struggled to get her breath back. In her panic, she accidentally bit down, and he yelled in pain. In a moment, she felt a smack to her head that made her wince, and she finally was able to pull air into her lungs when he pulled his dick partially out. He growled at her in anger.
"I was gonna go nice on you…" he said, and shook his head. The next moment, he shoved his dick back into her mouth, once again crashing against her throat, making her want to vomit. He pulled it out and then forced it back in. What followed was her going through a series of sensations that left her struggling to stop gagging and get as much air as she could between thrusts. Tears spilled down her cheeks, both from the horror she felt, and her desperation to breathe.
Meanwhile, Hajime leaned his head back, moaning in pleasure as he continuously pulled out and shoved his dick back in. His balls continued to slap against her chin as he moved his hips. He sped up his movements, and Chiaki was amazed she hadn't thrown up yet. Before long, he finally came, and now Chiaki was forced to swallow the warm, sticky fluid that shoved its way down her throat, with nothing to stop its path to her stomach. She ended up gagging some of it back up, which then simply fell back down her throat. Hajime's body shook as he emptied himself into her in waves.
Finally, after what felt like minutes, he mercifully pulled out of her mouth, and she coughed the remaining semen onto the floor, her head swimming.
"Could've been better, but not bad…" he said as he looked down upon her as she sputtered and gasped.
She looked up at him as he came close once more, and he wrapped his hands back around her throat. She tried to scream, but couldn't, and as the world fell into cold darkness, the last thing she saw was his smiling face.
Chiaki's eyes fluttered open, and she held an arm up to shield her eyes from the bright light of the morning sun. She blinked a couple times to get the sleep out of her eyes. For a little while, she felt extremely disoriented, and her throat burned.
All at once, the memories flooded back like a truck had smacked her. Those memories were clouded, however, and she rubbed her sore throat. She looked at the room around her.
It was clean, or at least as clean as the last time she had left it. Her video games were still out, some snacks lying here and there. The floor was otherwise clean.
She looked at herself. She was dressed in the same clothes as yesterday...AKA, the same outfit she wore almost every day. She sat up, rubbing her tired eyes.
Was...was that a dream?
Her throat burned, but other than that, it didn't seem like anything was out of place. Nothing seemed...wrong. On top of that, her memories were so fuzzy that she wasn't sure it actually happened, it had felt exactly like the after effects of dreaming.
Plus...surely Hajime would never do something like that, right? She couldn't imagine someone like him doing that to anyone, much less her. Although, that thought seemed a little selfish, but still.
Chiaki shook her head, deciding that it had in fact, been a dream. She couldn't picture him ever doing something like that, and while her throat burned, there was no other evidence of what had supposedly happened. She sighed. Despite herself, she couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
She stretched, and got out of bed, walking over and turning on her console. She grabbed the controller, sat down, grabbed a bag of chips, and decided to forget the terrible dream.
Because that's all it had been.
A dream.