The lobby of LME wasn't anything out of the ordinary as far as offices went. The floors were gleaming white tile, there was an information desk with a matching white countertop, and a sitting area with bright pink armchairs and a large white coffee table. That was, until the morning of October 31st.
On October 31st, Ren Tsuruga and Yukihito Yashiro walked in through the front doors of the building to find that the lobby had been transformed into a haunted house. Ren blinked as he took in the maze of walls that had been erected. It had been styled to look like a haunted mansion, with cobwebbed paintings and guttering gas lamps on the walls. He pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Did you know about this?"
Yashiro shook his head as he took in the details. He frowned. "You don't think anything is going to jump out at us, do you?"
Ren sighed and rolled his eyes. "I'd bet money on it."
They continued down the hallway, Yashiro sticking closely to Ren's side. Campy, spooky music was playing over the otherwise quiet air. Ren chuckled under his breath.
"The President really spared no expense here, huh?" When he got no answer, he blinked. "Yashiro-san?" He turned to find that Yashiro had disappeared. "Shit! Yashiro-san!?"
"Don't worry, he's in good hands."
Ren blinked and turned. His mouth fell open. "M-Mogami-san?"
His normally adorable kohai stood before him dressed as a witch. She wore an all black strapless gown with a slit all the way up to her hip. Her small breasts were threatening to spill over the top of the dress. As he took in the costume from the slouched top of her witch's hat to the pointed toes on her come-fuck-me heels, he tried to pull himself together.
She approached him slowly, like a cat stalking its prey. "Tsuruga-san, are you lost?" She took him gently by his R'Mandy tie and looked up at him through her lashes, her ruby lips quirking into a smile. "Do you need help?"
He felt like he couldn't breathe. Had her scent always been this intoxicating?
"Do you know the way out?" he asked simply.
She giggled and tugged gently on his tie. "This way."
He followed her down the hall, unable to focus on anything but the sway of her hips as she walked and her creamy thigh as it peeked out of the slit. She led him through a door into a familiar place. It was the LoveMe room, but it had been altered into a witch's study. A cauldron overflowing with glowing green ooze bubbled away in the corner, and there were shelves full of potion ingredients. The pink couch remained, however.
Ren cleared his throat. "I thought you were taking me out?"
She shut the door and locked it behind him. She giggled. "Oh, Tsuruga-san. We don't have to go out. I'm a sure thing." She approached him, and he backed away, unsure, until the backs of his calves hit the couch cushions.
"Mogami-san, I don't understand."
"Oh, you don't?" she purred. "Let me help you." She reached behind her and pulled the zipper of her dress down. It fell down in a puddle around her heels, leaving her completely nude. Ren sat down on the couch, unable to look away. His eyes drank in her toned flesh, her perky breasts, and the small patch of black hair at the apex of her thighs. She crossed the room and slid into his lap to straddle him. His better judgment screamed at him for perhaps two seconds to push her off, but The Emperor snapped its neck and silenced it.
"I see the way you look at me," she whispered into his ear. She licked the shell of it, and his breath hitched. She nibbled at his neck. "This is what you want, isn't it?" She pulled his tie off and threw it on the floor. She tore his shirt open, not giving a damn how expensive it was; at that point, he didn't either. When she captured his lips, she pressed her bare breasts against his chest. He left her lips to lick down the side of her neck and take one of her tiny brown nipples into his mouth. She fisted a handful of his hair and pressed his face closer.
His cock was straining hard against the zipper of his pants now, and she could feel it between her legs, pressing against her center. She ground herself against it. "Ren… please. I want you," she whined. She opened his belt, pulled it free from the loops, and threw it on the floor to join the tie. He shrugged his jacket and ruined shirt off and grabbed her by the hips. He thrust against her, and she mewled into his ear.
"Is this what you want? You want me to fuck you?," he growled.
"Yes!" she gasped. He moved her off of him and onto the floor. He stood up and pushed his pants and boxer briefs down and kicked them away. Kyoko leaned against the couch, exposing her ass to him. "Please, Ren!"
He settled behind her and rubbed the head of his cock against the entrance of her sex. She was sopping wet and ready for him. She thrust her ass back against him, causing his tip to slip in. "So impatient," he breathed into her ear. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pushed the rest of the way inside, reveling in the tightness of her. She cried out and squirmed beneath him.
"It's so deep!"
He withdrew and plunged into her again with a new ferocity. Her back arched, and she filled the room with her voice. Ren fucked her with abandon then, grabbing her hips and pounding her hard against the side of the couch. She moaned her pleasure into the cushions as his cock stretched and filled her. He felt his orgasm building as he rutted her. She must have sensed it, too, because suddenly she was looking over her shoulder at him. "Do it, cum in me!"
He did as she asked, his body curling over hers as he pumped his seed deep inside of her…
And then he woke up.
He blinked wearily at the sunlight filtering in from behind his curtains and sighed. Goddamnit. He moved to get out of bed and realized that the inside of his underwear was a mess. "Seriously?" he asked himself quietly. "What are you, 14 again? Get it together, man!"
As he cleaned himself up in the bathroom, he was feeling extreme guilt over his dream. Kyoko-chan would think I was disgusting if she knew… What the hell is wrong with me to be thinking things like that about her? He started his shower and turned the handle all the way to the cold side to punish himself. I'm going to get dressed, I'm going to go to work, and I'm going to forget about that shit.
When he got to LME, though it was October 31st, there was no haunted house to greet him in the lobby. He heaved a huge sigh of relief.
"Ren, are you okay? You seem off this morning." He turned to look at Yashiro who was raising a quizzical eyebrow at him.
"I'm fine, Yashiro-san. I had a bad dream last night, that's all."
Yashiro beamed at him. "I know just the cure for that! Shall we peek in the LoveMe room and see if Kyoko-chan is–"
Ren was already heading down the opposite hallway. "No, that's quite all right. I'm sure she's busy today." The last place he wanted to be at that moment was in the LoveMe room. I'll never be able to look at that couch the same way again, he thought, filling himself with self-hatred.
He rounded a corner and someone bounced off of his chest. He looked down, mortified. "I am so sorry! I wasn't watching where I was going!"
"Oh! Good morning, Tsuruga-san!"
He froze. Kyoko was beaming up at him from the floor. He helped her up. "Mogami-san, are you okay?"
She nodded. "I think so. Are you?"
He took a breath as he looked her over. She was wearing a floral knee-length dress with leggings and a little white cardigan. How could you think about such depravity with someone so cute? God, you gross pervert. But the image of her leaning over the front of the couch came unbidden into his mind. He gave his head a small shake, hoping to dislodge the thought.
"Yes, I'm all right. You look very nice today."
She blushed. "Thank you. I actually have an audition."
He smiled down at her. "That's wonderful! What's the part?"
"A witch!" His eyes bugged out as she checked her phone. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Tsuruga-san, but I have to go. The audition starts in 30 minutes!" She bowed to him and hustled away down the hall.
He slumped against the wall with his hands over his face. Yashiro came to stand near him.
"Is there something you want to tell me, Ren?"
He looked at his manager, "I think I might take up drinking." He walked away, leaving his manager to stare after him, totally puzzled.
Pure, gratuitous smut for my Halloween goblins out there. (Especially you, Grudgie darling.) Happy Halloween. x'D