Struggling to put on a tie correctly is a defining trait of the Hikigaya males, my dad has opted to buy pre-tied ones that are put on as a necklace and easily linked on the backside of the shirt's collar.

I never even bother with wearing one to school. The day my downfall into the chasm of an office life takes place will be the day I stop bothering Komachi with the second to last step and master the skill of the house of Windsor.

That fact of life makes this situation all the more extraordinary. Because I'm not one to wear the standard green tie of the uniform, and she definitely isn't one to pull me closer to her by tugging on it.

Yukinoshita Keiko would give you the impression of a clever hunter if you observed her. I know my trembling and hesitant self that knows jackshit about her world would put her in that box if I was asked. Her angelic smiles and soothing yet assertive voice are to be directed towards associates and targets.

But not towards me, our association doesn't boost trimestral production nor brings benefits that can't be ignored. She seems like a woman that would lure you in warmly and then unleash the eight cold, snowy paramos when she has you where she wanted, and with no force of gravity or freedom of movement in your favor she would then move her piece like she envisioned, thus settling a masterful play.

For that, it's so much more bizarre that she now hunts up front and plans to drag me herself with brute effort instead of setting up a 400 IQ scheme.

For that, it's so much more bizarre that I'm not trembling.

Of course, if it's actually a scheme and at night's end I find myself signing a contract pledging 20 years of corporate serfdom I'm going to be more than impressed by the lengths she's willing to go to.

However it's not like my boat is in still waters either, I'm pretty far from the shore. The proof is I'm allowing myself to be pulled in, complementing it by leaning my face chin first so she feels my lightly exhaled breath breaking against her face.

"You seem quite docile to my touch today Hikigaya" She exclaimed in pair with a little flash of interest in her eyes, she can't show me excitement yet, she never does.

In response I dislodged her hand from my tie and wrapped my own around her 4 main fingers and my thumb above the back of her hand. I could kiss it like a Donjuan try hard would, but that would be just cheap and blatantly dull.

Instead I did something even less expected of me, I pulled her hand towards me so now she was the one leaning to me and I placed a kiss on her porcelain right cheek.

With no more response other than a barely noticeable change in her respiration I kissed her a couple more times descending my lips to her jawline and deeper down ending at her neck. I refrain from giving it a good smooch because of two reasons. One is that if the once again hardly detectable changes in her body language have shown me something in these 'business meetings' is that Keiko is quite weak to the teasings of Bram Stoker's creation.

The other is that I'm not sure if dominating people is a fetish to her given how she presents herself before the world and how she acts, so breaking my archetype of pussyman and giving her a good show of strength is worth gold.

"Is this bold enough for your tastes, Keiko?"

"Hikigaya, I see what you're trying to do but using my name to emphasize your courage doesn't particularly impress me."

I couldn't contain a deadpan

"Yeah, haven't you removed the suffix 'kun' ever since the third PTA session we saw each other? I'm not Hachiman but I'm also not Hikigaya-san or Hikigaya-kun? What kind of purgatory are we in woman?"

Her lack of verbal response and her lips stretching a couple of centimeters in amusement told me I should sit down and wait if I wanted answers, so why the hell not. With a shrug I let her hand go and sat beside her on the couch, our bodies touching.

I shamelessly snaked my arm around her waist and turned her 90 degrees to her left, I myself turned 90 degrees right so she was now facing me.

"Docile may not be the correct way to see it, could it be that feeling me has become a necessity for you?"

"Sorta, it's cold and you made me take off my coat."

I drew her closer by embracing her with my other arm and by resting my chin on the crook of her neck.

"Fufufu, I do ask myself where is the scaredy-cat that wished he could call me something more formal than 'Yukinoshita-san' in the meetings when I approached you."

"Long gone, Yukinoshita is always how I've referred to your daughter, and unless I have the misfortune of meeting her in the future when she's no longer named like that, she'll always be Yukinoshita."

You on the other hand… well I've been places my imagination couldn't even fathom before the moment and time arrived, more specifically inside you.

"Moreover, it's more than strange how we not just accepted this situation and grew to yearn it?"

The moment she processed my question to the air she backed her face up and locked her eyes with mine. I swear I could see a little bit of the galaxy well nailed in her gaze.

"It was a supernatural event."

I didn't look away but my confusion must have been evident, for she raised her hand to my head so she could caress my hair.

"Do you know why the human specimen is so fascinating and poetic?"

I kept quiet at her rhetorical build up.

"The planets witnessed the birth of something with no precedent, something odd that wanted to possess it all. Even life and death itself.

"It formed great cities, empires and civilizations. It grew stronger and discovered its powers with time.

"It could harness and manipulate light, but it could also be the most cruel."

I pondered about Keiko's words for a moment and let the history and my understanding of our existence flow through my mind, then I opened my mouth.

"It was blinded by its mission and how it couldn't make any sense of it, so it opted to search for the pleasures."

The theater of memories projects me taking care of Komachi when she was little, my confession to Orimoto, my times in hermetic hermetism, my social suicides, my silent pleas and prayers, my request to the Service club that shipwrecked my bond with those two and the second PTA meeting Isshiki dumped on me after I joined the StuCo and getting closure with Keiko after being scared shitless in the first one.

My life literally flashing through my eyes, my eyes reflected on hers, two lives being linked in the least painful tense of time.

"That's correct, there is no human being who hasn't succumbed to an amount of hedonism in times of uncertain unpredictability.

"As with everything in this life we are far too ignorant and vulnerable to fully scream to the world about a 'true self' we found and grasped. So on rare, rare occasions it's something like lust that unburrows a close estimate to our truest selves."

I can spend the darkness away pondering and reminiscing about how I spent day and night searching for something I can pinpoint as 'real' and arrive at the conclusion that nightmares are just beginning and not ending, and then realize that nightmares are just that, products of the mind.

In a socratic way of viewing things: I don't know shit about fuck.

But like Keiko said, carnal desire and hormones were what finally took a hit on us that reverberated our very beings. I'm not a stud but if my dick touched a woman's soul I might be good.

We are something supernatural, barely explainable if it can even be done. But the way our bodies touch and the rumbling within us is less abstract than most things I know.

I let go of her torso and in lightning fast 3 moves I loosened my tie and tossed it back and then lost the black blazer.

Without wasting any time I recaptured her sculpted frame wrapped in a dark blue kimono and embraced her tightly, pressing her against me. The surprise lasted nothing as she wrapped her arms around me, one look at her expression and I was chosen by Siddhartha as the next man to wake up. Thus hastily and hungrily confronted our lips.

Using the acquired experience from the past times we've done this I had enough confidence for my tongue to knock on the door of her soft lips. She granted me access giving green light for me to have a joyride inside the warmth of her mouth, my tongue finding hers and getting up close and personal.

A couple of moments later I allowed alternation and withdrew so she could show me some of her rhythm, she understood and adjusted her position so she could have a better angle, she moved her leg over my lap and sat in comfort, now straddling me.

Now with her on top of me I hugged her waist and back once more and we stood there motionless at first. Regardless of the outside cold the living room we're in has been lukewarm the whole time, yet right now if my eyes don't deceive me I can see her condensed sighs coming out as gusts of smoke.

Perhaps not even in this case we can escape a small slant on our vision enamored by horniness, I was never one to use the exact sciences either way.

Embraced by gravity our bodies can touch.

I noticed that I have been hearing and feeling Keiko's heartbeat for a while. In this intermediate between acts I decided to place my ear on her chest to feel her life drumming through her heart.

It is said that kittens calm down by hearing a clock ticking because it's associated with the melodic heartbeat of their mother.

But, my association with Keiko is that of a kitten and mother cat? I don't want that, in any case I wish to hear this rhythmic pump start beating faster.

Going haywire I raised my face and replicated how tigers pounce on their prey's throat, I kissed the right side of her warmed neck with a burst of desire and passion. After some brief or elongated period of time, I literally lost track of it, I moved to the left side of her neck and grazed her skin down to up with my lips, barely making contact.

"uhnn"

Keiko's shuddering and escaped moan was all the more gratifying and pleasant. I proceeded to further tease her neck by going in circles, the effect was that her arms that surrounded my own neck got a tighter hold on me.

She apparently couldn't resist my attack any longer so she ended it by kissing me again and ending the free roam of my lips over her neck.

When we disconnected I was a tad disappointed that I didn't see a trail of saliva emanating from our mouths, I suppose losing your virginity doesn't automatically make you stop thinking like a virgin.

My musings led me to her hair, as dark as mine but much more elegant and gorgeous. I gently stroked the fringe of hair that covered the right of her forehead.

I was smiling apparently because her sweet giggling returned and she placed a palm on my cheek.

"One constant of these meetings is that you always seem to like playing with my hair, what an innocent preference to have, but I'd daresay it's cute."

"Well, I like black hair." I say a little embarrassed

She placed a peck on my left cheek much to my delight.

I then decided to let her raven bun free, after untying it I let it fall freely and reach a little higher than her mid back. I noticed the tips where it ended were a little spiky, giving it a charming contrast to her always perfect hairstyle she showed to important people.

"Yeah, I love your hair." I gave it a good couple of descending strokes to back my claim.

She gave me another of her intrinsic half amused half real little smiles and she moved both of her hands towards my own neck.

Oi, I may be a bit of a pervert but I don't fantasize about being chok-

Oh, she's unbuttoning my shirt. I suppose I will need more practice to make the master of me.

I rested my hands on both sides of my hips on the sofa and deposited my upper weight on my elbows while she lasciviously worked her way down my shirt.

The thought of not wearing my customary thermic black shirts below my school shirt on the cold months would normally sound retarded, but now I thank all the gods out there that Isshiki forces me to look presentable to the PTA-StuCo meetings, if Keiko finished unbuttoning my white shirt to find a stuffy black shirt I'd kill myself on the spot.

She gently kneads my chest and stomach, I can't offer her abs like those of the russian bodybuilder but if she can caress my torso and it doesn't ruin the moment, self deprecation can wait.

I then had an idea.

Before she could resume everything and I miserably fail to dominate her and end up being dominated I want to have a sight of something.

I'm a loner and former edgelord, it's assumed I take pride in having underground and unknown passions, but I generally like stuff that's pretty mainstream. My video games, music and anime preferences are borderline normie.

However, I have a truly niche taste: Shoulders.

I've seen Keiko's womanhood and breasts twice, but what truly excites me with curiosity right now is…

I pulled the collar of her kimono and tugged down gently but swiftly to uncover her collarbones and shoulders.

Oh my god.

Now, I'm not a disturbed guy that loses it every time that he sees a girl in a tank top, I would've been deemed an actual pervert a long time ago.

But the sight of a flushed Keiko with her hair down and slightly disheveled, her elegant kimono lowered just above her breasts showing me her porcelain shoulders is an image that does otherworldly things to me.

My interior monologue has been clogged in such a way that I forgot to note to myself that from the moment I hugged her on the couch I've had an excited erection, but now it's harder than a poisoned dog's leg.

Putting my arms around her again I tried to retake my earlier momentum and started a trail of kisses from the edge of her shoulder to the crook of her neck but she was having none of it.

Keiko grabbed the hems of my opened shirt and rotated me 90 degrees so I could fully lie down on the sofa.

My hands that had freed her figure because of the surprise automatically grabbed her hips as she was now literally on top of me.

The way she proceeded to kiss me was not like anything I have ever lived before. If I had to make a sucker phrase out of it, I would say that the way she expresses herself without saying a word is wonderful, yet prosaic.

I couldn't stifle a moan myself.

My mind came back to the consciousness of my fervent boner, having her covered sex grind against the bulge in my pants while I received the best kiss I've gotten in my life with no room for discussion is more effective than any chinese water torture.

Hachiman encountered a femme fatale. I suffered a ton of damage from it.

I can't take it anymore.

With a surge of resolve I pushed myself upwards so I was sitting again, I grabbed Keiko by her arms, planted a kiss of my own experience and my skill on her lips and without breaking it I flipped our positions.

Before falling down on her I pushed my shoulders backwards to effortlessly lose the long sleeved shirt that had remained on me despite letting my chest bare.

I put one arm below her back and one below her neck. Not long after, I starvingly fused our breaths and exchanged warmth and saliva.

As I started snaking both of my hands to her back so I could untie the Obi knot in her kimono while I simultaneously placed pecks in her chest that got uncovered in the process I felt truly euphoric.

Until she stopped me.

I looked at her face and found an uncommon smile.

"Do you have a Suika membership card? I must inform you that 18 tickets are not accepted, and thus the entry will be denied."

I did a full stop to make sure my ears (quite sensitive mind you) didn't trick me.

When her smile didn't go away I was completely floored.

There is no way she read my book. No fucking way.

On that 'fated' second PTA-StuCo meeting when she still called me Hikigaya-kun but she approached me when I thought I was off the hook and was passing time reading Yokohama Station SF.

I looked at her wide-eyed, still not believing that Yukinoshita Keiko read one of the novels I enjoy.

She laughed, like actually laughed.

She put her hand in front of her lips with a genuinely content expression while he laughed, producing a sound that could cure depression.

"At least now I know the real you beams adorably when his literary tastes are shared."

I deadpanned and kissed her again briefly

"Shut up woman, don't make me fall in love with you."

She held my shoulders and hugged me, what a tease the women of this family are.

"I'm actually as curious for the truth as I'm wishful for you. How come Yukinoshita looks down so hard on this type of books but you finished one? I mean it's not that clear that it's a light novel, but throughout all our acquaintanceship your daughter seemed to hate my reads so much she'd resemble a Japanese Malinche."

"Hachiman, I have outlived Yukino for over 25 years, she's barely and recently an adult. Despite my responsibilities and obligations I have found spaces in those years to give myself the chance to be surprised."

Makes sense, a woman of her caliber must have read the timeless works Yukinoshita prides herself in reading long ago, but to actually read some niche sci-fi novel by a novice author that writes as a side gig? I am charmed Keiko, a wonderful choice.

As my instinct and my willy (or my Hachiman better said) reminded me that he was still pressed against Keiko's clothes I thought of an extremely dull thing to say according to the situation.

"Well, I've been here a couple of times already, shouldn't I be considered a resident by now?"

Her expression indicates supreme victory for my cheesy and nerdy flirt, so I have a go, before I resume the undoing of her Kimono I decide that it's time to move from this hot sofa.

Already knowing the way to her residence's master room I indicated that I'll carry her and she nodded. I grappled my arms to her back and her legs and lifted her body in the air, taking her with me upstairs.

Already in her mattress, when I saw her naked and her body bare in front of me again I had been used to the sight, but not desensitized. Even if I wasn't practically drooling like the first time, I couldn't deny that Keiko was a stunning woman, and I couldn't get enough of her.

After I lost my pants and underwear I was ready for my third dance between devils.

I positioned myself on top of her and she gradually extended an overture in a way that her legs sandwiched my hips and lower form between them.

The fact that this time I wasn't carrying protection didn't even stick in my thoughts for more than a couple of seconds, a foolish decision in the heat of passion, no doubt. Alas, I went on.

Once again, oh my god.

The Shuchiin StuCo was not lying when they defined this as experiencing Nirvana.

The warm sensation exuded from the act gave me a big bang of shudders and goosebumps making my skin feel like chicken skin.

I groaned in pleasure before remembering that sex wasn't a masturbatory exercise for the one on top.

It took me a couple of thrusts trying to strike an ideal spot until Keiko audibly let me know she felt the same delectation I had been getting.

Having to learn to pinpoint your charge is pivotal, my first time with Keiko I couldn't even make her moan other than a few 'mms' here and there. I mean, she's a Yukinoshita, of course she wouldn't pretend to have a good time just to feed my ego. On the contrary, her initial indifference wasn't even an attempt to wreck my confidence, my first time just plainly sucked for her.

Having discovered as much, I tried to do some research and got nowhere, so I asked an acquaintance of mine for some tips. If my life was that of a shitty uncolored eromanga protagonist I would have tested those tips on the field, but Hiratsuka-sensei is happily engaged now and after everything she's done for me I wouldn't put a pebble in the way of her long overdue happiness.

She just gave me some sex-ed lessons with some extra details that made her chuckle at my blush. Woe is me, I had to make ends meet with her sapiency and whatever virility boost the gods wanted to spare.

Surprisingly enough, the second time didn't triple my endurance, not even close. But the difference was truly astounding, that's one more inestimable lesson Hiratsuka-sensei gave me.

So here we are, with me inside Keiko again, pushing myself rhythmically and giving us both an enjoyable feeling.

"Auhn"

"Augh"

I was moaning myself, situational assessment SNAFU and all but I was feeling great.

I felt myself reaching my climax soon so I had to test this out before it ended, you may leave the state of virgo but virgo never leaves you, and I wanted to do something that to my knowledge only happens in eromedia.

I basically plopped myself on top of her and I captured her hands, interlocking my fingers with hers.

In this position I felt like a master of the art doing what he loves, it felt like something more than the tangible lust that we deemed common ground.

Like the air turning into natural gas I felt afraid of the enormity of her world in this savage duel, it's the feeling of being this close to entering a huge world. I feel fragile, like running with a beast in pursuit behind me.

My current position and motion being extra taxing for my hips didn't quite help.

In this enormous world, I feel Keiko's fragility as well, the tender feeling that engulfs me makes the beast a monster made of paper.

I felt about to finish and increased my tempo one last time.

"Agngg"

Very vulgarly, when I filled Keiko with my boiling offspring I couldn't contain a sound so agonic and euphoric at the same time.

"Auhhah"

She responded in kind with a beautiful sound that could make a man come a second time. I looked down to get a look at my cardio training buddy's face.

There are thousands of stars in her eyes, the most beautiful.

Holy shit, I've read anecdotes and popular culture among men about activating sage mode after ejaculation. Is this it? Or will it kick in like an American football player any second now?

I doubt it, I'm not going to be enlightened again while I smolder my lungs with a cigarette into the winter night on her balcony.

She was petting my hair with a content smile, screw it. I went down and took her lips with mine again.

After giving her sweet lips a playful lick I pushed myself to her left side so she could enjoy some personal space again… not quite true but at least I wasn't on top of her anymore.

She was getting out of bed when I hugged her from behind, once again Keiko undoing my monumental effort at topping her by making me the feminine one just like that. Again.

"Fufufu, I'm just going to put something to cover me Hachiman."

"The position's filled, sorry. And the employee has the covers as his substitute."

Not all shameless people are cynical, but pretty much every cynic is shameless. And here I come claiming that holding Keiko in my arms is a job and a position I defend at that.

"A bit odd, the first time you were here you rushed home not soon after. What changed?"

"The human specimen seems to like to hold onto their mating partner after coitus, it seems like he calls it 'cuddling. Seems cozy too."

She sighed in concession and I pulled her with me below the covers (I slid it only above her breasts so her shoulders were bare) hugging her body with gusto.

She started to trace her hand around the back of my head, soothing me.

"You didn't use protection."

Fuck, I suppose the so-called 'post-nut clarity' is reality itself.

"uhhh… if we created a little bit of galaxy can't we create a family tree?"

She knew I was bluffing as she stared into my eyes giving me a good hair rub

"Interesting proposition, but unviable. We had agreed to not let this bond out of my house."

Bummer, I was really into the idea of giving Haruno a curfew and attending Yukinoshita's last PTA particular summit the kids at 3-J get.

"Well, I'm a dumbfuck 18 year old, I understand. But if it came to it I wouldn't leave."

She smiled in amusement.

"Oh? Do tell how you would name your progeny."

"Fuyumare"

"Winterbourne?"

"A gust of wind that only blows in the colder months. Have you seen the weather outside? It's freezing woman."

Another excuse to stay with her tonight.

"I'm afraid that's a bit unoriginal, but maybe in another galaxy we could have."

"Yeah, now let's get rid of any incoming cosmic dread that may turn the night sour, come here Keiko."

She accepted my embrace as I pulled the covers above us, closing her eyes snuggled by my warmth.

"Can I get an oral in the morning?"

She lightly smacked my arm and didn't say any further word.

Which meant that I didn't hear any refusal from her, how would a winterbourne breeze blowie feel?.

Gahamama is overrated as fuck.