Disclaimer: Gotoubun no Hanayome doesn't belong to me, nor its characters.
The next morning, the young couple had woken up in separate rooms, with both of them completely missing the other's presence for the whole night. Fuutarou made sure to leave Nino's room before her roommates could arrive, as he didn't want to create any sort of misunderstanding if they saw him in a place that was supposed to be for girls.
Naturally, upon waking up, they internally complained about the lack of warmth and comfort that their lover would provide when they slept, but they didn't dwell on it for long. The two headed to the kitchen for breakfast, although Nino had some difficulty in doing so. Her feet haven't completely healed yet from the punishment they received from Fuutarou, although it didn't hurt much when she did move them. At most, she would only wince but nothing more.
They greeted each other with a loving kiss the moment they met in the kitchen, hugging each other tightly to make up for the missing contact they failed to give the previous night. Their bodies pressed against each other, her hands running wildly in his hair while his own had reached to squeeze her ass. They didn't care about anything else. For a moment, Nino thought about sneaking into his room later tonight and staying there until morning, but she pushed that to the back of her mind for now.
After finally separating from each other, they quickly noticed that they were the first to wake up among all of the students. Their teachers were likely either taking a bath or they were already outside, preparing for today's activities. They realized that they had the place to themselves for a little while, but before Nino could suggest that they do 'it' in the kitchen of all places, her boyfriend quickly shot her down. He knew better than to have sex where they could easily be seen by other people. Instead, he offered to prepare breakfast for the two of them. When Nino pointed out that that was her job, Fuutarou insisted that he be the one to do it as a reward for being a good girl. With a blush on her face, she relented and made herself comfortable on the table.
Now, Fuutarou wasn't an expert in cooking like his girlfriend, but he did know how to prepare a few meals as insurance when he was alone in his house, and if Raiha wasn't around. Not wanting to go out of his way to impress Nino and result in an inevitable failure, Fuutarou opted to prepare some scrambled eggs, ham, and hot rice for the two of them. He could only hope that Nino likes what he makes…
Nino ate through her whole meal with a smile on her face. She seemed pleased with the breakfast he prepared for her. She set her chopsticks down and wiped her mouth with a napkin before flashing Fuutarou, her personal chef for now and secret owner, a pleased face. "Thank you for the food, Fuu-kun. You're not half-bad."
Fuutarou smiled warmly in return. "I'm glad you liked it. I made sure to do my best."
Nino's lips curled into a grin. She pushed her chair back and rose to her feet, picked up her empty plate, her cup and chopsticks and took them to the sink. Nino turned, her expression turning curious. "Fuu-kun, are you done? Should I take your plate?"
The redhead had pulled her long hair into a ponytail, which reached down to her buttocks. Her top was pink and skimpy, showing her flat stomach and most of her back, but not as skimpy as her tight white shorts. He also knew she had no panties on underneath and that she was wearing a plug. He also knew that wearing such clothes was a completely ridiculous move, considering that their fellow students could see her in those at any moment.
"Here you go." Fuutarou placed his chopsticks on the plate and pushed it away from him the moment he was done. "Thank you for offering."
Nino moved back to the table and stood by Fuutarou's side as she gathered his plate and drinking cup, wadded up their napkins and returned everything to the sink.
While Nino tended to her chore, Fuutarou wondered what her sisters might say if they knew the truth. The truth about him and Nino, that is. Honestly, he had no problem admitting to them that he was dating their sister while working as their tutor. However, the other stuff — the sexual submission, collars, paddles, naked walks, cuddles — obviously couldn't be shared. In the end, it would still be a pretty bad move to come clean with their relationship right now, even if they only tell the other quints about the more light-hearted stuff…
Besides, looking at it from the outside, their relationship might look complicated, not to mention strange and sexually devious, but it worked for them. Plus, despite her open submission, Fuutarou couldn't really make Nino do anything she didn't want to do, and he trusted that if he ever came close, Nino would use her safeword and he would stop. He would always stop if it meant not hurting her.
And Nino was changing him too, in more ways than what he had thought. He was more confident, assertive, and a lot more open to others. It almost felt like his old self had resurfaced and merged with his current persona. This wasn't a one way arrangement, with Nino exclusively on the receiving end. Their relationship, both as lovers as well as dom and sub, benefited them both. It also didn't hurt that they got to enjoy some great sex and sleep together. That was their bonus.
"How are you feeling? Does your ass still hurt?" Fuutarou asked, shifting slightly in his seat so that he was facing her. "What about your feet? I didn't go too far, did I?"
"I didn't say my safeword, did I?" She retorted, shooting him an annoyed look. "I know you get worried over me about this — which I love about you — but don't you think you're overreacting? I haven't said my safeword even once, yet you keep on bringing it up." She took in a deep breath and focused her attention back to the dishes. "I'm not a frail girl, Fuu-kun, and trust me, I will tell you to stop if you go too far."
"You're right. I'm getting worried over nothing." Fuutarou palmed his face, suddenly feeling angry with himself. Nino was absolutely right. It's not like he knew what her body felt at the moment, because only she could answer that question. He wasn't in her position to make assumptions based on his own feelings. "I should be trusting you on this, not jump to conclusions."
The young man looked down, disappointed that he was like this. While he did trust his lover to tell him if he was going too far, he still couldn't help but be worried for her. After all, he was the reason why Nino couldn't sit properly for more than a week.
The girl immediately saw his internal dilemma, and decided to speak up before he starts getting angry with himself for no reason. "Alright, alright." Nino's sharp voice cut through his reverie. "You don't have to beat yourself up over it. I understand why you were worried about me. I just thought it was too much when you should only be worried after I say my safeword. Okay?"
"Okay," Fuutarou nodded slowly. He then turned towards with an awkward grin on his face. "I'm sorry about this, Nino. I guess I still have a lot to learn about being a good owner, huh?"
The redhead blushed, her cheeks growing a deep shade of red. "Y-Yeah…" She quickly turned back to the sink, taking a sponge and a soap bottle.
As Nino began working on washing the dishes, Fuutarou found himself feeling quite content with how life was turning out, and not just because he was in a romantic and very intimate relationship with one of his students. His job as a tutor was less of a hassle for him at this point, now that all of the quintuplets were cooperating with him to improve their grades. Obviously, that wasn't to say that the problems ended there, but he'll handle those as they come along.
"Be good and behave. Good girls get to cum, bad girls get punished." He'd ordered her earlier, to make sure Nino doesn't mess up something today. For all her good qualities, his girlfriend still had a streak of being hotheaded, defiant, and loud.
Nino had nodded and leaned against him, an arm going around his waist as she pulled her hair aside and opened the buckle of her purple collar, which she'd been wearing since the night before, before handing it over to him.
Yes, she was wearing it until that moment.
With both of them kneeling and naked (half-naked in Fuutarou's case) that time, he'd been able to look down her smooth back and see the few red lines the wooden rulers had left on the creamy flesh of her bottom, and the many more lines criss-crossing the soles of her feet.
That had been punishment for messing with his stuff without returning everything back to the way they were. Of course, by now Fuutarou knew Nino acted like that when she wanted him to take charge and provide her with companionship and affection, and because she needed him to satisfy her desires of being punished and ordered around like some kind of servant.
Feeling a growing tension in his pants, Fuutarou let his eyes follow Nino's movements as she lathered the plates and cups and ran the sponge down the lengths of the chopsticks, rinsing them each carefully and setting them on the dish tray beside the sink. Her ponytail swung left and right as she moved, guiding his gaze lower, over the shimmering dimples of her pelvic bone just above the shorts.
But as he looked, Nino wiped a wet hand on her shorts and didn't even notice as the fabric hitched upward, becoming wedged between her buttocks and no doubt clinging to the sweaty skin underneath. This made the hem uneven on the left side, revealing the bottom of a cheek and a red stripe.
Thinking quickly, Fuutarou pushed his chair back and joined Nino by the sink, placing himself behind her, while keeping an eye out for other people who might show up at any moment. "Need help?"
"From you?" Nino frowned. "I think I can wash dishes just fine."
"I know." He took one of the plates from the dish tray, grabbed a towel and began drying it. "Pull your pants down."
"Eh?" Her mouth fell open, looking at him in wonder. "Here? What are you—"
"That's not what I meant. Your left side's run up and it's showing some skin."
Realizing what he meant, Nino quickly turned, then reached down and tugged the bottom of her shorts loose, hiding the secret marks only they could know about. "Thanks for that, Fuu-kun. Wouldn't want somebody going in here and see these marks, especially my sisters."
Fuutarou leaned closer as he grabbed another plate and dried it. "What about your feet? Do they still hurt?" he asked.
"A bit. It was worse when I was sitting. Now it's more uncomfortable to stand, of all things." She shuffled her feet. Fuutarou had considered letting her wear slippers or socks, but it would raise questions from her sisters and he didn't want to risk them finding out about those marks. And besides, any punishment that didn't make her uncomfortable lost its effectiveness. "I was fine with taking my licks in either place, but both? That was mean."
"I'm so—" he stopped himself. "You know what, I'm not sorry. You've been a bad girl. If you are punished, it's because you deserve it."
"I know." Nino actually smiled, before giving him a wink. "Keep it up and you might make a good wife out of me."
Blushing, Fuutarou opened his mouth, even though he wasn't sure what he was going to say, but a sudden thought had taken over his attention. "We should finish up here before someone else sees us."
While Nino finished washing the rest of the dishes, Fuutarou wiped the table clean and waited. As soon as Nino closed the sink, she then went to join him and they walked out of there. As they headed to Fuutarou's assigned room, the young man saw Nino wince in her steps, making him stop in his tracks.
"Don't worry. It's not too bad," Nino answered his unspoken question, tapping her toes against the floor. "Honestly, though, it's odd that it hurts more than getting it on my ass."
"There's more muscle in your ass," Fuutarou pointed out, as they continued on their way. "And the skin is not as sensitive."
"Are you saying I have a fat ass?" Nino raised an eyebrow.
He threw up a finger, shifting into tutor-mode and as if he was teaching a lesson. "That and plump. Your ass is, well, quite perfect that there's nothing else to say." He was pretty sure she knew that already. He'd paid his compliments to her fine bottom many times. "I love it. I love touching it. And, well, I love playing with it."
She smirked. "I suppose you love making it all red, too."
"Red's a good color on you." he said as they finally reached their destination. Nino was about to open the door but Fuutarou pushed her away gently and shook his head. There's no telling if his other roommates are already awake and if they are, it'll be a disaster if they see his girlfriend enter the room before him.
He opened the door slowly and peeked his head in, quickly doing a full scan of the room. Fuutarou noticed that some of his roommates have already left, while there were two who were still deep in their sleep. With that, he stepped inside and invited Nino to come in. The girl obediently followed, making herself comfortable on his bed while he started to hunt for some clothes. Today was all about skiing down the snowy mountain for most of the day and just having fun for the last day of the trip. And then tonight, the bonfire dance will be taking place for the students who wished to dance with the people whom they like. More than likely, he won't be able to spend time with his girlfriend until tonight, but Fuutarou had no problem waiting. He didn't know if it was the same case for Nino, though.
"You wanna meet up later and have some fun?" The girl asked, a mischievous smile forming on her face. Well, that was the answer to the question he had in his mind and fortunately, he already knew what to tell her.
"As much as I want to, it would probably be for the best if we wait until tonight," he replied. "Your sisters might come looking for us if we sneak away in the middle of the day. Plus, wouldn't it be better if we do it when there's nobody who can see us because it's too dark?"
"Darn," she pouted at being shot down just like that, but it's not like she had a choice. Besides, her boyfriend did make a good point about having sex without needing to worry about other people seeing them. She then turned her attention to a long box concealed by tape that Fuutarou had just brought out from his bag. It looked like a package. "What's this?" she asked, her curiosity piquing from what she's seeing.
"That's for later, and you're not allowed to see what's inside." Fuutarou explained, not taking his eyes off his bag and its contents. There was no need for him to look at her, because Nino knew to obey his orders once she hears them. "Don't even think about having a peek, either."
"Wait a minute," Nino took the box in her hands and stared at it closely, as her eyes widened in realization. "You bought this when we went to the pet shop again a few days ago!"
Fuutarou smirked to himself.
-Flashback-
The young couple were currently walking home from school, but they weren't headed to the Pentagon, at least not right now. Fuutarou had asked his girlfriend to accompany him somewhere beforehand, and Nino agreed without hesitation. He had told her that he needed to buy something at the pet store and while Nino was curious about what it is, she didn't make a big deal out it.
Their short journey was quiet the whole time, mainly because nothing really happened between them for most of the day. They haven't done any sexual acts for three days now and despite Nino's attempts to… seduce him, he looked completely indifferent to the notion of having sex again this soon. Still, it didn't stop them from holding hands and simply walking together like a normal couple on the way there.
"Oh, they moved them to the window!" Nino squealed and ran to the front of the pet store as soon as it came within view. Once he had caught up with her, he saw the box which had been placed at the base of the window display on the other side of the glass and the two small heads peeking out curiously over the cardboard edge. "So cute. Awwwww!"
Fuutarou looked taken aback, even if it was only slightly. Never mind the fact that she made a noise like that while she was with him, the sheer joy on her face was a very rare sight to see, especially when she's in the company of other people. Did she really love puppies this much?
"Maybe that's why she likes wearing a collar," Fuutarou thought. Speaking of…
"I'm gonna head inside, if I asked you to stay out here, would you—"
"I'll give you a beating that you deserve," Nino deadpanned. "If you were gonna be that cruel, you should have just sent me home after school instead of asking me to come with you."
"Fair point." He grabbed the door handle and pulled it open. "But stay away from the front and the cashier. I want this to be a surprise for later."
"Fine, fine." Nino eagerly stepped in through the door, made a sharp turn and headed directly for the puppies. Fuutarou watched her with a smile as she picked one up, a yellow lab with droopy ears and a playful face and held it against her chest, nuzzling its snout just under her ear.
After a moment taking in the sight, warmth blooming in his chest, Fuutarou turned to the business which had brought him here. The clerk behind the register recognized him immediately when he saw Fuutarou approaching.
"Oh hey, the guy with the red hound," the man said warmly, rising from the stool he'd been sitting on and moving to the counter. "How's she doing?"
"She's doing okay," Fuutarou said with a smirk, before shrugging nonchalantly. "But still needs training, I suppose."
"Yes, some dogs can be very time-consuming, but really rewarding. Then again, I always say there's nothing like a good dog to make a man's day. From the moment you get home, they are just happy to see you. No complaints, no squabbling."
"Sadly, my dog is not like that at all," Fuutarou said, while resisting the urge to laugh. "She does too much complaining for her own good, even though I tell her she can't. But she tries."
"In that case we have some training aides, but I don't recommend any of the rough stuff you see other people use. Electric collars and the like. That's not how you treat a dog. If an owner can't do this properly without hurting their dog, they really don't deserve to have them. Love is how you do it. Once a dog has that, they'll treat you better than your girlfriend." The clerk looked past Fuutarou to the window, where Nino now held two puppies in her arms and was having her face licked like it was a smiling pink lollipop. "Not that I'm saying anything about your girlfriend. She seems like a nice girl."
"Don't worry about it," Fuutarou chuckled. He took off his bag from his shoulders, opened it and reached inside. Fumbling around, he retrieved the purple rhinestone collar he'd previously purchased. "Here. You do engravings, right?"
"That's right." The clerk extended his hand, and Fuutarou placed the collar on it.
"Can I have that done? Thanks."
"Sure." The clerk nodded. "What do you want it to say? Usually, people add the address or a telephone number in case the dog gets lost. But it can be anything. That's aside from the dog's name, though. You gotta have the name."
Fuutarou had thought about what it could say; it had to be something meaningful without being too obvious, and certainly nothing sexual. A few options had floated in and out of his mind, but he soon realized that it would only reveal too much. Putting 'I love you' or 'My girlfriend' on her tag is an obvious red flag that he didn't want to trigger, especially now when they were taking steps to hide their relationship. Then he'd thought of something Nino herself had said to him one time.
"You're mine," she'd told him, "and you own me."
"It should be the name, Nino, on the front," Fuutarou stated. "Then under that just write, 'Property of Fuutarou Uesugi'."
"That's manageable. Is that all you want to add?"
"That's all, but I'd like the engraving to be on a new plate." Fuutarou nodded. "How long will it take?"
"Just a few minutes. I've got the machine right over there." As he spoke, the clerk began looking for a new tag to use for the collar and once he did, he handed the purple collar back to Fuutarou. "Wait here."
Fuutarou did just that and watched as the clerk took the tag over to a corner behind the counter where he removed the cover from a small machine set against the wall. He placed the tag on a clamp, tightened it and moved it under what appeared to be a metal tool, before he went to work. The moment the tool came into contact with it, a sharp screech filled the store.
The process was surprisingly brief; each side took less than a minute, and when it was done the clerk removed the tag from the grove and brought it back to Fuutarou.
Fuutarou read each side and saw the characters were clearly and neatly etched, almost like they had been written with an ink brush rather than carved into the metal. He ran a thumb across the surface almost absently.
"It's perfect." Fuutarou raised his eyes from the tag to the clerk. "How much is it?"
The taller man gave him a wave of his hand and a shrug. "Don't worry about it. You already paid for the collar, and it doesn't cost anything to run the machine. Besides, for dog lovers like you, I always like giving you a break." He leaned forward. "But, since you didn't put an address or a phone number on it, it might be a good idea to have a GPS tracker on the collar just in case."
Fuutarou had to admit, he found the idea of actually putting a GPS tracker on Nino a little amusing. "Can you just attach those? Won't they come off?"
"They can be bulky and some dogs don't like the extra weight, but once you clip them on, the trackers are designed so that they won't fall off," the clerk explained.
Pressing his lips together, the young tutor gave the idea some thought, but in the end decided against it and shook his head. "Better not. She's fidgety at the best of times. Something like that would make her upset."
"Ah, no problem. You know your dog better than I do." The man smiled. "To attach the one you have, you'll just have to unscrew the old tag off then replace it with the new one. I'm sure your dog will love the surprise."
Fuutarou smiled in return. Nino would surely love it when he shows her her new collar during the upcoming field trip and the best part about it is that he didn't even need to spend a cent. "Got it," he nodded.
"Will there be anything else? Also, we have a club program for frequent shoppers. It's 500 yen a month."
"Thanks, but I think that's it for now." Fuutarou quickly placed both the newly-engraved tag and the collar into his bag and closed it shut. "Have a good day."
"Thank you for shopping with us." The clerk bowed slightly. "Please come see us again soon."
Fuutarou closed his bag and swung it behind him as he returned to Nino's side. She had placed one of the puppies back in the box but still held the other two in her arms, one propped up on her left shoulder and the other with its head resting against her right breast, looking strangely content.
"You know, half the boys in school would kill just to put their heads there," Fuutarou said, reaching out and scratching the puppy with its head at Nino's breast behind its ear. It responded by wiggling its tail, and using its front paws to cling against the redhead's uniform.
"None of them will ever get that privilege," Nino narrowed her eyes as she said that. "Boys aren't puppies and anyway, someone already has a claim to these things."
"I hope you're talking about me." Fuutarou met her eyes and grinned. When he went to scratch the second puppy behind the ears, it didn't even move. This one was a red furry ball with long hairs, a short snout and narrow eyes.
"That one's really quiet," Nino pointed out, rocking the puppy back and forth a little, to no effect. It remained calm and quiet. "I think I'll call it 'Miku'."
"Of course," Fuutarou thought, amused. "You can't name a puppy you don't own."
"I could change that anytime," Nino smirked, since purchasing a pet will just be nothing more than a mere dent on her credit card like all the clothes she buys whenever she goes out shopping.
"Come on, you know that would make your sisters ask what you've been doing after school. And besides," he ran his hand upwards, along Nino's slender neck, then back tracing her jaw, before finally scratching her behind the ear. The way her face colored made his heart beat faster, but he hid it behind a charming smile. "I already have the perfect pet."
And, not caring if anyone saw, leaned in and kissed her briefly on the lips, barely able to wait for the field trip and to reveal her surprise despite being a patient person most of the time.
"S-So did you buy anything…?" Nino's cheeks were glowing even after their lips separated. If anything, she was blushing more than she had before.
"It's a secret for later," Fuutarou said vaguely. "You know, I still have trouble picturing you being such a dog person. You're so aggressive and haughty that it's kind of hard to imagine you would like soft, cuddly, loving animals. But I suppose that's a thing with the angriest people having a soft side to them." He then threw her a disappointed expression. "Too bad you didn't accept my treat, though."
"What treat?" Nino frowned in confusion.
"The other day. When we bought the collar. You wouldn't bark for me."
"Oh." Nino remembered, her confusion cleared, and her blush intensified with the memory. Then it was her turn to lean forward, her lips at his ear, the two puppies she still carried in her arms squirming between them. "Wau, wau, Fuu-kun~" she hushed cutely, before backing off again, looking even more embarrassed despite the eager look on her face. "Now… where's my treat?"
He didn't expect that she'd actually go for it, but now that she had… "When we get home, I'll let you have some cream."
Nino's smile turned sharp, showing her teeth. "Kittens like cream," she hissed, getting in his face as if she was ready to beat him up. "This dog wants meat. And she wants it right away."
"When we get home," Fuutarou repeated firmly while throwing her a scowl. Internally, he was amazed by how easy it suddenly was to stay in control, something he knew was due in no small fashion to the fact that it was also what Nino wanted, even more than any treat.
He turned and headed for the door. Nino hurriedly put the puppies back, though only after getting a few final pats, and moved beside him as they exited the store. She took his hand, and he opened his fingers to let hers knot around his, but Fuutarou noticed she didn't try to lead. That was up to him now.
-End of Flashback-
Fuutarou looked at his girlfriend, whose face made it clear that she was waiting for an answer from him. After a few moments, he only chuckled and shook his head no. "That was a nice guess, but no, I didn't get that thing from the pet shop. I bought something else there."
He brought out a pair of pants and a long-sleeved shirt, before arranging his clothes again. As he did so, he held out his hand and sent her a look, which Nino caught on to immediately. She handed him the box, but not before giving it one last look. "So, you plan on telling me what's in it?" she asked.
"Nope. You won't get to see it until tonight." Fuutarou rose after placing the box back inside his bag. He sat beside her on his bed afterwards. "It doesn't matter though, because I'm sure you'd like this when you see it."
Nin giggled. "It's not a puppy, obviously. There are no holes, and that thing is too small for a cute pet."
Fuutarou chuckled, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards him. "It's… well, let's just say I'm working on a theme," he said as Nino sat on his lap, her arms and legs wrapped around him and they were inches away from each other.
"Oh, a theme?" She raised an eyebrow, her curiosity growing more and more. "Are you an artist now, Fuu-kun? Planning on making my body your art?"
"Nino…" Fuutarou started, locking eyes with her and sending his hands under her t-shirt, guiding them up her sides and finding her breasts, warm and soft and as big as ever. "Your body is already a work of art. You don't need me for that."
Nino placed both her hands against his chest and settled herself a little more firmly onto his thighs, his member pressing against the right spot through her panties. "Well, you know, art is nothing without someone to admire it."
Of course, it went without saying that her body was only to be admired by Fuutarou Uesugi. Anyone else and she'd go from 'I am a work of art' to 'you are about to have your balls cut off' in record time. Fuutarou knew that, and Nino had made sure everyone else did also.
"So, this theme, I'm guessing it's another surprise?" Nino asked as she trailed a hand up his chest, to his neck and face and leaned towards him, leaving kisses along his collar bone. "You'll just keep me in suspense?"
"Unless you want to be spoiled," Fuutarou said, giving her breasts a squeeze. Nino was very tempted to remove her shirt and shorts and let him take her right here, but that would mean having wild hot sex in a room with other boys around and she didn't want them to be witnesses.
"I love being spoiled," she showed off a toothy grin. "And yeah, I know it's not the same kind of spoiled, so don't get preachy with me. But I think it'll be more fun if I just let you spring this surprise on me."
"I don't know about— argh!" Fuutarou tensed slightly as Nino pinched a bit of skin between her teeth and nibbled on it. "Nino, teeth!"
She let him go and grinned, bringing her face closer to his and seeing the attractive color on his cheeks and the soft but firm look in his eyes. "I told you, I bite."
Fuutarou slowly smiled, and suddenly Nino found herself enthralled by him. She had been attracted to him even before he reverted back to his blonde hair, but these days, he was like a total stud that it likely wouldn't matter if he still had the same bowlcut look. Was it because he was more aggressive and confident of himself? It could be, as she found him more attractive when he was like that and she could even admit lusting for him whenever he takes charge. It made it clear that no other boy could tame her. No, make that a man. And that privilege belonged to the one in front of her.
"Well, do I have a role to play in this surprise of yours?" she asked.
Fuutarou nodded after a moment. "I want you to spend the morning and the afternoon away from the lodge. Or at least, away from this room."
Nino was so shocked by the request it made her pull herself away and shoot him a sharp glare. "Eh? What do you mean by that? You're not even going to go outside and have fun?"
"Of course I do, and I will spend time skiing outside with everyone else but I also need some time to set things up," Fuutarou explained. "For starters, I need to wait for all the guys here to leave so I can get to work. I'm pretty sure none of them would want to get holed up in here all day, so I'm counting on that. Besides, keeping you away will help build your anticipation."
"It will just make me wonder what you're thinking," she pouted.
"But I'll know what YOU are thinking, and what you'll be wanting," Fuutarou assured her. "I think you'll like my idea. If not, well, we can always spend tonight together here in my bed. No need for us to sleep away from each other."
He removed his hands from her chest, then took the hem of her shirt and rolled it up, exposing her breasts. The two large mounds of flesh were almost as pink as the nipples, dotted with hickeys and even teeth marks where he'd gotten carried away with his sucking last night. It was quite evident that Nino wasn't the only one who liked to bite. Fuutarou had also found his own way of teasing and pleasing her and she was perfectly happy with it, marks and all.
Actually, having her breasts suckled had become one of Nino's favorite acts, perhaps third or fourth in her list right alongside vaginal intercourse, anal play, and wearing her collar — and she loved the fact that there was a way to count without having to number or rank something, because really she liked some of these things as much as the next and wouldn't be able to pick a true favorite even if someone threatened her to spill her secrets. But her teats, often ignored in their frantic activities, deserved the attention.
"Spending the night here sounds nice," Nino mewled as Fuutarou began to finger and stroke her newly revealed breasts, lifting them in his hands and running his thumbs over the nipples in a gentle, counterclockwise circle. Even this light touch made her pussy tingle. "We could do nothing but fuck and it'd be worth it."
Fuutarou raised his eyebrows. "Nino," he said with slight admonishment, "I know how you work. You might like that for a while, but you would eventually get bored. That aside from the fact that there's other things we can do. Maybe…" he made a thoughtful face, "have you ever had an enema?"
Despite everything, the idea sent a red hue onto Nino's cheeks. Sure, he'd done lots of things with her bottom, but never THAT. "Ewww. You'd really want to do that to me? We'll never get the smell out before someone notices."
"Yeah, you're right. We wouldn't do it on the floor, but I see your point. I just noticed that when you were having stomach problems, it was quite—"
Nino slapped his chest playfully. "You are such a dirty boy, baka Fuu-kun!"
He shrugged and kept up the stimulation of her nipples, but his face was a little redder than before and Nino couldn't tell if he'd actually been serious. Obviously, if he wanted to give her an enema and empty her out, she'd agree. It didn't mean she had to like it.
"It was just an idea," Fuutarou said. "I'm not really planning on doing that, except maybe as punishment. But I think you'll be a good girl today. You get a lot more out of that, right?"
"Depends on my mood." As she said that, Nino wriggled even closer, lowering her upper body so Fuutarou could still grasp her boobs. Then she began to grind against his member, which was already stiff and was practically begging to be let out from its prison. Nino smirked as she felt his erection despite her shorts and his pants getting in the way. "We just did it last night and you're still eager for more, huh?"
The young man threw her a smirk of his own. "Yeah. That's what happens when you have a girlfriend who's so hard to resist sometimes."
"A girl like me works hard for her treats, even if the wait afterwards is annoying."
"Maybe after dinner," Fuutarou suggested. "Just as long as nobody's around."
"You're assuming we will have dinner and not each other." She pulled down her shorts and panties slightly and rubbed herself against him shamelessly. Even with his pants acting as a barrier between their skins, she could feel his warmth and the leaking from her slit mix together, teasing her body with sensual possibilities. "Also, my sisters might want to eat dinner with me, or even with you. What would you do, then?"
"Gag you," Fuutarou said, without even a single second of hesitation. And the look on his face as he smiled… had Nino not been thoroughly moist already, that would have made her wetter than a rainstorm.
"Damn, he's really getting into this role," she thought. "He's really trying to be this confident person for me. If I'm not careful I'm going to end up to be the one proposing on my knees. Soon, he won't bat an eye at kissing me before the whole school and ordering me to strip. Hell, I wouldn't even fight him if he did. Let them all see. Let them know what we are. He's mine and I'm his."
"Nino? Are you alright?" he asked, noticing that Nino was spacing out for some reason.
"Me?" She blinked. "I'm fine. It's just…" Heaving a sigh, she sank down, resting most of her weight on his thighs. "Listen, will you have me wear my collar tonight? You can spoil that, right?"
"Yes. And you will wear it," he assured her.
Nino was satisfied — emotionally at least, her body still ached for attention. She'd get that later, and she would love it even more because she was made to wait for it. Normally, she would have hated that, but in cases like this it wasn't up to her because she's surrendered her control over her body. That meant patience, and trusting Fuutarou would do her justice. Or just do HER.
Grinding herself a few more times, Nino slowly laid herself against him, her chest and stomach to his. Without missing a beat, Fuutarou swept his hands around her sides and moved them down, cupping her plump backside as she nuzzled into the crook of his neck. It was amazing how nobody had walked inside to see the two being like this yet.
"Nino…" he whispered, the vibration of his chest echoing in her own. "It's nice staying like this, but the guys here could wake up at any moment or someone could walk in here and see us. Plus, I need to take a bath."
"Yeah. I need a hot bath too."
"We could do it together," Fuutarou suggested, innocently.
"I'd love that, but there's just no way I could and not cum. I'd HAVE to masturbate, at the very least, or let you eat me out or something. I'm horny enough already. And with you naked and wet with me…"
Having to justify her own abstinence was humiliating, but it was also the truth. Even the thought of Fuutarou in the shower made her horny, and without any relief her day was sure to become torture. However, a shower with her Fuu-kun sounded incredibly appealing. She could still touch him and pleasure and kiss him. He would enjoy it — she'd make sure of it. And then later, she'd get to enjoy him.
In the end, the decision was made for her. As she pushed herself up on her arms and prepared to devour him with a kiss, a voice rang out within the room.
"Urgh… why the hell is it so noisy here early in the morning…"
Almost immediately, the two teens sprang apart and began to fix themselves. They didn't need to freeze in place and see what was happening. Nino pulled up her panties and shorts, then fixed her shirt while Fuutarou grabbed the set of clothes he had picked out and motioned for his girlfriend to head out. She complied right away.
As soon as they were out of the room, they quickly closed the door and made no attempt to look back and see if someone saw them.
"That was a close one," Fuutarou released a heavy sigh, leaning against the wall while looking immensely relieved. He had to admit, the possibility of someone else seeing him and Nino fooling around had left his mind the whole time while they were inside, mainly because he was too distracted by his girlfriend to think straight. The effect that this girl had on him…
Nino had a look of worry on her face as well, which quickly dissipated now that they were outside and completely alone. "Yeah… but at least someone didn't waltz inside and see us acting all buddy-buddy with each other, right?" she pointed out.
"I suppose… but now this got me thinking that it's not a good idea for us to hit the showers together," he shook his head sadly.
She groaned. "Well, that sucks. But hey, it's your call." Despite feeling disappointed that she wouldn't get to feel her boyfriend's naked body all over hers, the decision wasn't up to her.
Feeling a lot calmer now, Fuutarou walked closer to her and stroked her cheek lovingly. He gave her a smile. "Don't worry. Like I said, I'll make it up to you tonight. I just need you to be a good girl and follow everything I'm about to tell you, okay?"
Nino gave a quick nod, her cheeks gaining a noticeable red hue from his action. "I understand. So what are you going to do after taking a bath?"
"Go outside, I guess. Or I could wait for your sisters and just stick with them for the rest of the day. I have nothing else to do, honestly."
"Hoh? Are you trying to make me jealous, Fuu-kun?" she asked, putting her hands on her hips before throwing him a dirty look. "You want me to stay away from you just so you could be with my sisters?"
"Oh please, if they even knew the kind of things that we do when we're alone, they might not be able to take it. You have one perverted and messed-up mind, after all," he laughed, rolling his eyes playfully. Yeah, he loved his girlfriend but even he could admit that she was a complete pervert to come up with all kinds of crazy scenarios in her diary, including being leashed and led around like a dog, having sex in front of other people, being punished in the middle of class, among others.
The redhead winked. "And a body that you love to punish and fuck whenever you want," Nino added, blowing him a kiss.
Nino expected some kind of retort or a smart response from her boyfriend but to her surprise, what she got was a hungry kiss on the lips instead.
Nino had no defense for it. No protest. No anything. She was as helpless as a newborn lamb, and it felt so good that it made her knees tremble and her toes claw against the floor. He could have done anything to her and she would have gone along with it happily, smiling, with a full and loving heart. Fuutarou knew it, too. That was part of the thrill. Being owned in secret was no fun. Someone had to know so it ceased to be a mere feeling and became real.
When they broke apart, breathing heavily, Nino had no words either. The whole thing was like a dream. Not like the perverted fantasies she wrote about and got off on, but… innocent. She felt a flutter in her chest accompanied by a warm sensation further down in the usual places. Excitement ran through her like a drug, one she was very much a junkie for.
Feeling the need for more, she went on her tiptoes and kissed Fuutarou again. Possessively. Hungrily. Demanding. Fuutarou kissed her back, after letting her lead for a moment, pushing her towards the wall. Their arms went around each other, drawing them closer, and eventually their hands found their bottoms, kneading the soft muscles greedily.
Only when they heard a couple of new voices from a distance did they hastily, and regretfully, separate. Nino had the crazy idea of kissing Fuutarou anyway to show everyone around that she was his property, but decided against it because it would only lead to more harm than good.
Despite this, Fuutarou leaned in against her ear, so dangerously close that he could cause her to get wet just by breathing into her canal. "Panties off," he whispered.
Nino looked at him in shock, her cheeks turning into a deeper shade of red. "H-Here…?"
"Here," he repeated firmly.
Nino did so, taking off her shorts first before her underwear, albeit slowly out of embarrassment at being told to undress in the middle of a hallway where anyone could walk in on them at any second. Even so, this only added to her growing arousal that can only be remedied during her private time in the bathroom. She was now only clad in her t-shirt and shorts, shamefully aware of the thrill and danger of having no underwear. She had spent a lot of days in school while going commando, after all.
Only a few scant centimeters prevented her from flashing her bare ass to other people. They might even see the obvious wet spot on her shorts, which was provided by her leaking pussy. The possibility fueled her arousal even further, like Fuutarou probably knew it would.
"He's getting SOOOO good at keeping me on edge," Nino thought. "I don't think I put these things in the diary, so he must have thought about this on his own."
She handed over her panties to her boyfriend, who had his hand out as though he was waiting for her to give him something. With a smirk, Fuutarou pocketed the garment as Nino felt her heart rate increase by her new secret and the anticipation of discovery. Already she detected a bead of her girl honey running down her outer labia towards the seam where her thigh met her pelvis.
It was too small of a detail to be noticed by others but if Nino didn't get her body under control, it was only a matter of time before she began leaving droplets on the floor. Of course, this didn't make her angry or anything, and it just made her think about the man whom she had fallen for.
"Yeah," Nino thought with a burst of sanguine satisfaction. "I have a boyfriend who can collar me into being his obedient pet, punish my ass when I'm bad, and take me like a horny little bitch before shooting his gooey seed inside me and holding me in his arms for sleeping. Writing about him in my diary was the best decision I ever made."
Looking back, the girl couldn't help but feel a sense of dread if things turned out differently. What would have happened if Fuutarou never came across her diary? If he never knew about what she thought of him? Would they still end up like this? Would they still develop feelings for each other and become a couple? Would she still become his property like how she was right now? With how much of a jerk he was and her stubbornness around other people, it's more likely that they would have butted heads instead of having sex like rabbits in heat.
In the end, Nino could only be glad that he found her diary that day. It helped relaying her feelings without having to talk to him upfront about what she felt, to the point that everything that happened afterwards felt easier to handle. They could talk to each other about their honest thoughts now, have a playful banter here and there, as well as the dirty talk that came with having sex.
Indeed, writing about Fuutarou in her diary was the best decision she ever made.
"You should get going," Fuutarou told her with a serious look, cutting her off from her thoughts. "I have to take a bath, but remember what I told you, alright? Be a good girl and don't do anything stupid. Otherwise, I'll have to punish you. But you already know that.
She smiled. "Of course. You're going to prepare for that surprise that you have for me, right?"
He nodded, and Nino immediately understood what she had to do. But before she could leave her boyfriend to take a bath of her own, Nino got up on her tiptoes again and gave him a quick peck on the lips that easily conveyed her feelings for him.
"I'll see you later, Fuu-kun~!" she gushed, before skipping off like a child getting her wish on Christmas. Fuutarou watched her for a few moments with a smile on his face, before walking in the opposite direction and headed for the men's bathroom.
He had a long day ahead of him to prepare for what he planned to be the best night of Nino's life, with him by her side.
The whole day seemed to last an eternity for the redheaded girl. All she did was ski with her sisters, talk with her friends in class, eat lunch, have a cup of hot chocolate, and ski some more for the entirety of it. While she was happy to spend time with her family, deep down she wanted her baka-Fuutarou to be with her not just for the explicit things they do, but also because of the joy he brought to her just by being around her.
That isn't to say that they didn't cross paths the whole time. Fuutarou skied with her and her sisters in the morning and ate lunch with them too. While she had fun doing those things, Nino liked it better when they were alone and didn't have to worry about anyone else. However, as much as she wanted to drag him to the nearest wall and make out like there's no tomorrow, Fuutarou had given her orders to follow and that was to wait until tonight. He trusted her to be a good girl, and that's what she'll be.
As the sun was setting on the horizon, the more excited Nino became. As the final preparations for the bonfire began, she was the first one to return to the lodge and she ran the rest of the way, her heart pumping, right up until she reached her room and saw the note on her bed with 'Nino' written across the front. At first glance, she already knew that it belonged to Fuutarou.
Taking the note, she realized it was a folded piece of paper with tape at the bottom. She opened it, her curiosity increasing with every heartbeat before taking in every word that was written there.
Nino, thank you for your patience and for trusting me to take care of you for the last day of this trip. It really means a lot to me and I hope I can make this a night you will never forget. I promise you I will do my best, and I will make sure you love every second of it. For now, here are your orders:
-You are to shower. Pay special attention to your private parts and your rear. Check for pubic or any other body hair. You are to be completely clean and bare.
-Wash your hair and tie it up in the usual way with your ribbons after drying it. You can pick whatever shampoo you want, but I'm partial to the milk-strawberry one. I saw one of my classmates using it and I think they would smell good on you.
-Remember to brush your teeth.
-When you are done with this, go to my room and check my bag. There's a bottle of lube there. Bring it with you to your room, but make sure to arrange my things properly once you're done. I'll know if you don't.
-Upon entering your room, you are to strip completely naked. Place the bottle of lube on your bed along with your phone.
-Drop down to your knees beside your bed, facing the wall. Prepare yourself. Take deep breaths. You are NOT, under any circumstances, allowed to touch any part of your body without permission from this point onwards.
-When you are ready, use your phone and send me a message telling me you are waiting. I will come for you. You are not to turn or move until I tell you to.
Remember: good behavior will be rewarded, bad behavior will be punished. I'll see you later.
Nino read the note again, committing each point to memory as she grabbed her towel and made a beeline for the girls' bathroom, where she was the only one there. Upon reaching the place, she shed her clothes, underwear, shoes, socks, and ribbons with the speed and ease of someone quickly becoming used to a new procedure. Then, gorgeous in her full nudity, stepped into one of the stalls.
"I guess he's really taking the whole 'planning ahead' thing seriously," the redhead thought. After a brief inspection of herself in the mirror — where she found no traces of pubic hair — she grabbed the shampoo that Fuutarou suggested for her and turned on the shower.
Nino couldn't wait for what her genius of a boyfriend had planned for tonight.
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
-Nino's Master and his bitch