Howdy there, everyone! The passage of time has continued, and I am back with yet another chapter of this travesty of a story. Glad to see that you've joined me, and I really hope that you enjoy this one.
Because the time has finally come! It is time for Haqua to learn a good... long... hard lesson ;)
No summary today... only Haqua!
So let's get to it. Hope you enjoy this chapter.
Haqua's heart was pounding as she approached the room, equal parts anxious and excited at was about to come... except there were too many girls just milling outside which she could do without.
"Go for it, Haqua!" Eri called excitedly. Haqua's eye twitched as she stopped in place. So much for walking in quietly, "Have fun in there!"
She really wanted to glare at the girl, but Eri was basically extruding hearts and good vibes, making it a lot harder to be irritated.
"Be sure to test that well," Yui added, looking down at the saucepan she was carrying, and her eyes got narrower. That smirk and clear implications was much easier to dislike. She didn't dignify the words or giggles with a response, rather flipping her straight hair and stalking off into the room haughtily.
Except she nearly tossed the potion when she caught sight of Keima, lying on the bed, shirtless and playing his console again. She forced her arms straight and looked down at the swishing liquid till it calmed down. Then she put it down and took a few deep breaths.
"W-why aren't you wearing a shirt?" she asked angrily. Keima raised an eyebrow and turned to look at her.
"Why are you wearing a shirt?" he countered, and Haqua had to resist the sudden urge to get the hell out of here. She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths, but it didn't help much. Shirtless Keima was pretty much plastered to the inside of her eyelids.
Why was she so stupid getting bothered by this if she was going to see him naked… or he'd be seeing her naked too?
Yep, there's that urge again… just get the fuck out and never come back.
"I'm kidding," Keima sat up and held his hands in surrender, "I just wanted to."
Haqua took a deep breath before placing the saucepan on the table and sitting on the bed as far away as she could. Keima crawled forward, moving to the edge of the bed as well.
"Do you want me to put it back on?" he asked, but she sighed and shook her head, not meeting his eyes.
"Just drink your potion," she said irritably, trying not to look it him. Still, her eyes couldn't help themselves staring at his back as he walked over to the potion.
It was thin and pale, like his front, but the way his muscles moved as his legs did made her wonder how it would feel to have her hands on it… feel it clench and ripple as he moved closer… deeper…
"How much am I supposed to drink?" he suddenly asked, and Haqua jumped, her nails digging into her palm.
"Umm… just a ladleful," she responded, voice small and not looking at him again, her cheeks red, even to Keima, "you can use the one which is in there."
"Alright," he pulled up the visible handle in the green drink, though even from pulling it out, it was clear that this was some magic liquid… despite the Tokyo Tea colour, it was quite a bit more viscous, and every droplet on the side of the spoon dripped back into the dish, like it refused to stick on the metal surface at all. He'd never seen a liquid quite like this.
"So what should I expect from this?" Keima asked, pouring it out of the spoon into the pan, where it fell with the consistency of egg white with small chunks within. Sure enough, not a drop remained on the ladle. Interesting.
"Umm…" she blanked for a moment, "i-it won't feel like anything when you drink it…" she rubbed her hand on her thighs nervously, "y-you'll only feel the effect when you get… turned on…"
"Turned on, huh?" he ladled out a new spoonful and poured it back… and again. Haqua felt her stomach sink. Of course he'd hesitate. She'd literally made this potion for the first time, using a very dubious recipe from old hell, of all places. Why would he trust it?
"I-I think I made it alright," she piped up, feeling herself start to babble, "I triple-checked every step and the consistency is how it's supposed to be. It even passed the litmus test so-"
"I'm not worried about that," Keima interrupted, turning to her, "I trust your skill in magic."
Haqua froze as she watched him drink a whole ladle's worth in a gulp. While she had no clue how this would taste with the variety of ingredients which was in this, his face didn't change as he drank it.
"How is it?" she was a little afraid of the answer.
"Definitely drinkable," he nodded, "better than hell's food… probably by a long shot."
Haqua let out a sigh of relief, before she face-palmed. This wasn't like making miso soup! The whole point was for this to work, not to taste good!
"Anyhow," he turned to her, "you want to give it a test run?" he winked, "see how it works?" another wink. Haqua couldn't help laughing at how silly he looked.
"That makes me want to do it even less," she covered her mouth, "you don't know how to wink, Katsuragi."
And he'd have to agree with her. He didn't have much independent control of each eye, so it probably looked like he had a twitch or something.
"I know," he smiled, "I did that more to relax you."
Haqua paused, realising that he was right there.
"You're a surprisingly considerate guy," she spoke. He shrugged.
"I have my moments," he sat down next to her, "I want you to feel comfortable about it, you know."
She didn't say anything for a moment.
"Just tell me what you want from me…" he asked softly.
Haqua squeezed her fist, not sure how to put it. She wanted him. She wanted to act on those niggling thoughts which kept her up at night sometimes. With this kind of once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, she'd be dumb to say no.
Just… why couldn't she tell him this?
Her mouth was open but no words came out…
Keima could feel his confidence fall with each second. Her eyes were unreadable, and without having words to fall on, he was starting to wonder if he'd maybe misinterpreted all those signs from before… her kissing him… her asking to be here…
"You can also tell me to get out…" he said, his voice quiet.
Honestly, it should be a relief. No individual tutoring meant finishing up faster. He wasn't all that interested in sex anyway.
But he was interested in seeing the sides and sights that all the girls had shown him… only him. They were special to him, and he wanted to enjoy every unique flavour they had to offer.
And this wasn't even considering what Haqua was to him… first Elsie's friend… frequenter of Café Grandpa… his encyclopedia to all things magic… his buddy and the only one who knew what he was going through… the one who saved the world with him.
All the girls had something which attached themselves to him… a helium balloon on a string which was so easy to let go and lose, never to be seen again. But Haqua might be closer to a regular balloon, which was easily in reach, until it touched something sharp and burst, ending right before you.
"You're really asking to be clobbered, Katsuragi!" Haqua was seething, and Keima was alarmed, "who are you to decide whether I want in or out?"
"B-but you weren't saying anything…" Keima muttered meekly.
"I already said that I wanted it, dumbass!" she stood up, "l can't help being scared out of my mind!" she shrunk a little as her anger abated and she turned to the table, "I just have to say it," she mumbled.
Taking a deep breath, she turned to him, eyes narrowed with determination.
"Just because I'm scared, I'm not going to stop," she softened, "I… I… I…"
Her face got progressively redder as Keima watched her.
"You don't have to say anything, you know," he laughed, "if you're not ready for it, we don't have to do it…"
Haqua growled in frustration, but the words still wouldn't come.
Luckily, actions speak louder than words…
And even luckier, Keima's head had a soft landing as Haqua tackled him…
In an instant, Keima was on his back, with Haqua holding his arms down, her legs straddling his waist and body upright, towering over him, glaring at him ferociously.
"Katsuragi, shut the fuck up," she responded, but before he could even think of trying to say anything, she ducked down and kissed him chastely.
It was at that moment where it clicked on what an idiot he was being. Just because she couldn't say what she wanted, it didn't mean that she didn't want anything. He knew this! He'd acknowledged it just minutes ago.
She pulled away, a little pink, but Keima was unsatisfied. Haqua panicked as he sat up, and she slid down to his lap. His left hand closed around her right on his shoulder.
"I think I finally get it," brown met red and he squeezed her hand, "words aren't the only way to speak."
"Took you long enough," she whispered, cradling his cheek, "idiot!"
He pulled down their linked hands and weaved their fingers together more securely.
This time, he closed the distance, hugging her to his chest and claiming her lips. Maybe it was because of him instigating it, but she was a lot more… eager. Her lips moulded to his and she happily obliged to the tongue which swept its surface.
It took her a lot of self-control to not moan. Her body was on fire, and her head was spinning at the pleasure – and this was just them kissing! What kind of havoc could he wreak on her naked body?
He seemingly was asking the same question as he pulled away, breathing hard and eyes clouded. Haqua felt his loss desperately, but she could feel a new sensation by her thighs. She moved her skirt, where there was a distinctive bump, inches from her.
Her jerk reaction was to wind a fist back, but Keima quickly closed his hand over it, stopping it from moving back
"Haqua, Haqua," he called, leaning closer, "calm down."
Wait, yeah… why was she going to hit him for being a pervert? She was the one who was sucking on his tongue – of course he'd be turned on. She paused, running a finger over his still-forming erection.
"It worked!" Haqua exclaimed, jumping up from the bed and pumping a fist into the air, "of course it would! I'm a goddamn genius!"
"I didn't have a doubt," Keima was slightly amused at the change of mood. Despite the whiplash, Haqua was definitely very cute like this. Haqua stopped in her tracks. This was the second time he'd implied something like that – that he never doubted her skills. Why, when he'd seen all her failures and mistakes?
"Though you know what's even better than a genius?" he asked with a smirk, but Haqua just gave him a confused look, "a naked genius."
"What kinda punchli – oooohh!" she looked confused until the joke hit her a bit late, along with the blush that showed that she heard it loud and clear, "s-sorry… I don't hear stuff like this at all, so I'm slow at processing…"
"Or you're an idiot like me," Keima smiled. This time, Haqua took it in stride.
"That's quite likely too," she stuck out her tongue, "oh no, I might be too much of an idiot to get this… shirt off me," she tugged at the large single chain segment around her collar. Luckily, Keima was attentive enough to get the message, and was by her side in an instant, trying to figure out her outfit. First thing he noticed was the lack of zips or buttons.
Haqua had to hold a breath and close her eyes to not freak out at the hands on her clothes. She asked him… he wasn't going to hurt her.
"Oh, so this is how it works," Haqua opened her eyes, where he split the chain segment. As it separated, her clothes, which seemed to cling to her with magic, lost their resistance, and her skirt slid down her legs, "suddenly, it makes a lot of sense how Mars was able to tear your clothes like that…"
While Haqua didn't need that reminder, she was glad to be distracted from where her thoughts had been going previously.
"Y-you figured that out quickly," she remarked. He started to pull up her maroon top, which she dutifully lifted her arms for him to take the rest off.
"I'm a little excited, as you can see," he answered as he dropped it to the side, "I wanted to see you."
Haqua blushed as he stepped away to look at her. His gaze might have been roving up and down her body, but she'd take it… it was better than his looks of disinterest from the few times he'd seen her in the bath… it was better than – no, she wouldn't finish that thought.
"S-so…" she twirled around once in her underwear and thigh-high socks, "what do you think?"
"It looks good," Keima smiled, "but those panties are… wow!"
It was a pure white combination of a front opening camisole with a matching underwear, but those panties had no right looking that good! It was more revealing than the panties he'd had the pleasure of seeing today, with only fabric covering the groin from the front and back, held up by string elastic on her waist. It was decent enough cover, but any guy would be drooling at the V-lines leading down into those panties, and how perfectly hairless she looked from his vantage point.
"Y-you like it?" Haqua blushed, "it's just some lingerie I bought since I've been on earth."
Not that she was going to admit that she got it at the time Yukie tried to convince her to get a bra (she hated that underwire bullshit that girls had to deal with, okay!), and this was just so much more comfortable.
"I really like it," he admitted, "you look gorgeous in this. White underwear is what guys dream about."
Haqua smirked and moved closer to him.
"Your turn now," she undid his pants and dropped them, revealing pleated blue boxers, "if you'd kept your shirt on, I'd have more to remove."
"I know," he agreed, "but I wouldn't have gotten to see your face when you weren't expecting i-" his voice cut off and she kissed him again, pressing herself against his chest, "that's unfair," he blushed lightly.
"It is unfair," she admitted, "normally I would have hit you to the moon and back for daring to look at me undressed…" her hand brushed his groin, and he shivered, "but today is special."
Keima was a bit thoughtful about that last line as well.
Of course today was special… in no world would he have dreamed that he could spend time like this with any girl, let alone Haqua.
"Which is why…" she leant up towards his ear, "I want you to make love to me…"
This time, Keima was the one left bright red while Haqua pulled away cheekily. Her face did betray that she understood what she said, but she was okay with that… today was special.
"Be gentle with me, please," she smiled sweetly, giving Keima a bit more time, "I don't know much in terms of sex ed."
"Oh, we can't have a school valedictorian not having that knowledge," Keima smirked, "don't worry… that will be remedied shortly."
True to his word, Keima lay her down gently, kissing and warming her up for what was to come. Unfortunately, he was at wits end, wanting to ravage this girl. The more he touched her, the more he remembered his frustration and feelings around Minami before. Haqua was more willing to kiss him, at least, but he was still stuck in his head wondering when to take the next step. He didn't want to go too fast and get punched for touching her chest. Because fuck, he wanted to.
Her camisole was just see-through enough that she could see the shape of her hardened nipples, but he wanted desperately to open the little bow and let his lips and hands roam her terrain and see what sounds she'd make. He'd "accidentally" brushed the top enough, but he needed more.
"C-can I?" he asked, the bow strings held daintily in his hands. Haqua nodded, closing her eyes.
Overwhelmed was the only way she could describe the last minute since she'd been in her underwear. Maybe asking him to be gentle had been the wrong thing, because now he was basically a tease, only touching her on her skin long enough to make her want more, but not stepping over the line.
She just wanted him closer.
His request was a breath of fresh air after being underwater for a while, but she knew that she was opening a whole new can of worms, giving him access up there.
The knot slipped open… then the one above… a moment later, the fabric shifted, and she was very aware of the air hitting her nipples. Gasping slightly, she opened her eyes to watch his reaction. His cheeks were red, and his hands hovered uncertainly over her.
"K-Katsuragi," she spoke, and he suddenly jumped, "why are you hes-" she suddenly cut herself off as she pieced together why.
She was the one making it harder for him to not try to startle her and get her angry… to take it slow and make it feel good for her.
She grabbed one of Keima's hands and shakily led it to her underwear. Keima blushed and rubbed her through her panties, where the colour darkened. While Haqua could feel the nerve ends down there zing with his touch, that wasn't what she wanted.
"WILL YOU JUST RAVAGE ME, GODDAMMIT!?" she screamed, and he jumped again.
Why was he being like this? This was literally what he wanted, for fucks sake!?
Haqua sat up and turned to Keima, but knowing her clear inability to portray any thought honestly, she pulled him into another kiss by the collar… no holds barred, and a hand inside his boxers and grasping around his erect dick. Anything to get him out of his head and into her…
Her spinning head and jelly legs could only last so long, as she fell back on her back, her hand which had been in his boxers was slick and quaking as it remembered the sensation it had just left.
Keima seemingly got the message, because when he opened his eyes again after their kiss, they were clouded, and his actions were much more confident now. He pulled down his boxers, but Haqua barely got the chance to watch it bounce before Keima was attacking her neck with open mouthed kisses. Once again, her eyes shut as her senses went into overdrive. His lips travelled lower and lower, but just as he started licking a nipple, his fingers entered her panties and introduced themselves to her clit.
She let out the loudest moan that she'd ever let out in her life, and grabbed onto the bed, feeling herself clench up hard below her stomach.
"You're ready," Keima growled as he turned around to get a condom, shoving the two fingers which had been in her into his mouth and licking it aggressively. Haqua was pretty much stupefied with her eyes trained on him as he ripped it open and climbed up by her elevated knees. She opened her legs, watching him remove the item out of the package…
His package…
Oh fuck, that was big!
One hand around the shaft, he aligned the circle over the head and began to roll it down his penis… so that was a condom?
Once he was done, he moved closer and put his hands around her panties, and she closed her legs just in time for him to pull it down her slender legs unceremoniously and toss it behind him… he was a man on a mission, so those panties were going to get off either way, whether it was whole or in shreds.
He moved closer to her on his knees, situating himself by her legs, but couldn't help taking in the view. Haqua looked so beautiful with her long hair splayed all over the bed, her not meeting his eyes while her face was on fire, and her legs still closed, hiding her wet pussy. That wasn't going to do…
He wanted to see it all. She yelped as he opened her legs as wide as she could and moved into the gap, closing the gap between their two genitals.
Despite the look in his eyes, Keima was surprisingly gentle as he eased himself into Haqua's tight pussy. She gasped at every new inch inside her that he claimed, and he was on cloud nine himself. He barely blinked as he took in the sight… her mouth perpetually open as she continued making noise and struggled to breathe… her body hot with a sheen of sweat. Keima hooked his arms below her legs to keep them elevated and grabbed her hips.
There was an even-better sight that he wanted to see.
He began to move slowly within her, letting her get used to it, while he got to enjoy the feeling of being completely enveloped by her hot pussy. Now that he wasn't freaking out about sex like he had been the first time, he was really starting to perceive how amazing it could be.
But first…
Keima pulled himself out completely, and Haqua whined – not for very long, as he started a new rhythm… slow and deep, leaving almost all the way out, then starting again. Keima began to speed up as she moaned more and the noise from their skin slapping started getting louder.
He could start to feel himself get more tightly wound.
"A-are you close yet?" he asked, his voice gravelly, "I want to come together with you."
"N-not yet," she bit her lip. Keima tried to go a bit faster, but he was at his speed limit, and based on her looks, it wasn't enough… and his hands were tied trying to hold up this position.
"Fuck it!" Haqua yelled, and her hands got on board, one hand opening her lower lips, and the other teasing her clit. The extra stimulation was enough for them both, as she somehow got even tighter, and Keima got the unbelievable blessing of watching her masturbate before his eyes.
How were girls this hot? Anyone would go mad looking at this,
"I'm… c-coming!" Keima barely struggled out as he felt himself break. Barely a second later, Haqua came undone as well, but she continued to play with her clit to ride it out, and Keima got to enjoy yet another new face as she reached there. Keima let go of her legs and climbed next to her to lie down.
"Wow…" she mumbled.
"Pretty much, yeah," Keima laughed breathlessly, "I hope that was as good for you as it was for me…"
Haqua didn't say anything, catching her breath.
"You did enjoy that, right?" he repeated. This time, Haqua looked a bit more awkward, "please say that you enjoyed it."
"I did," Haqua quickly responded, "there was plenty of good to enjoy there…"
"But…" Keima asked, feeling it hanging in her response.
"I guess I didn't expect to be masturbating to finish…" she muttered, and Keima's pride broke.
"Y-you were really amazing still," she quickly turned to look at him, but Keima opened his mouth robotically.
"I'm. A. Failure…" he spoke emotionlessly.
"Of course you're not," Haqua moved up to her elbows, "you were really good, and it did feel nice… it just needed something more…"
"I'm. Not. Enough…" he spoke.
"It's not you, you idiot," she tried to shake some sense into him, "I think girls need more stimulation than just inside…"
"It's because I have a small dick, isn't it?" he sighed. Haqua sat up angrily.
"Get a grip, for fucks sake!" she sat him up and shook his shoulders, "it was my fault."
"That makes zero sense," Keima responded, a bit more like himself, "especially because it seems like I missed something."
"And how are you supposed to know what feels better for me when I barely said anything?" she retorted back, "that's definitely my fault."
Keima deflated. In a way, he understood what Haqua meant… but there wasn't anything they could do about it now.
"I'm really sorry," he said quietly, "I really wanted you to have a special first time, but I've ruined it."
"You didn't ruin anything, goddamn it," Haqua shook him again, "you did what you could, but I'm the stupid idiot who can't say how I feel which means you have no way of knowing."
"How did you feel then?" he asked.
"I knew you were trying your best and everything felt incredible and unlike anything I've felt my entire life although you really didn't have use a condom and also because you wanted my legs open wide you forced your arms to be stuck in that position and that meant that we couldn't change anything but even still you felt really good and you had good pace and you're amazing and I love you so much that I don't want you to think you made a –" her words trailed off as her mouth and brain caught up. She turned to Keima, who was probably as pink as she felt.
"I-I-I…" he covered the lower part of his face with his hand, feeling a fair amount of blood moving up there, "I think you can be honest now."
"Oh come on!" Haqua buried her face into the bed, her legs kicking like she was having a tantrum. Keima rubbed her back reassuringly.
"How about…" he took a breath, "we do another take of this… now that we know a lot more…"
"Y-you want to?"
"For sure… this was pretty damn amazing for me… and I guess we are stress-testing… everyone outside would want us to have a second go at it, if you think about it."
"You're so full of it," she laughed into the blanket, "I can agree to that."
"Great then," Keima stood up and walked over to the saucepan, "so a ladleful, was it?"
"Katsuragi," he turned around to her, still drinking and nodded that he was listening, "I love you."
She smiled sweetly, and he sputtered, spitting his mouth's contents out and dropping the spoon with the rest. He stared at the wasted potion sadly.
"Gimme a break, please…"
So Haqua and Keima sat opposite each other, naked as the day as they were born, but much more absorbed in the discussion between them than their current state of dress.
"So from what I got before, you weren't a fan of the position, right?" Keima asked.
"The position wasn't bad," she amended, "it just wasn't comfortable to have my legs open that wide, and you were forced to keep your hands there to support me, meaning that it tied you up as well."
"Okay, that makes sense," he responded pragmatically. After giving it a little thought, he tried to not let the critique sting. Communication was important for things getting better, and he wanted that for her for the next time.
My god! The view of her body from that position was fucking fantastic from there. At least he'd have that burned in his mind.
"Also, next time, I don't want you to wear a condom," Keima bristled.
"You know protection is important, right… from STIs and pregnancies…"
"But I can't get pregnant like that," Haqua insisted, "and human diseases don't effect devils. That is why they removed sexual education from the school curriculum – we have a minimal male devil population, and basically everything with humans goes…"
"Oh," Keima said lamely, "I guess that is a decent reason."
He glanced down between her legs, imagining how it would feel to part those lips and see his spunk dribbling out of her, where he had stained and marked her.
That sounded hot.
"W-where are you looking at!?" Haqua spoke up indignantly, covering herself with her hands.
"At you," Keima didn't bother lying, "I wonder if you realise how beautiful you are…"
Haqua looked like she was having a mini-fit. She really didn't know how to take his compliments.
"So, do you have anything else that you want me to know?" Keima asked seriously, "or can I show you exactly how gorgeous I find you?"
"T-the latter, please…" her voice was small and almost squeaky, but this was what he wanted to hear. He pulled himself to the top of the bed and patted the pillow, motioning for her to lie down by him.
"Y-you're not going to just talk, right?" Haqua asked uncertainly as she lay in the spot, "I'm not sure how many compliments I can handle."
"I won't," Keima assured, "I just want to make sure that you know exactly what I think," she closed her eyes as she noticed him climbing on top of her on all fours. Taking a deep breath, she nodded and let him take the lead.
With Keima being left to his devices, he couldn't help but admire how pretty her face was. Her cheeks were glowing, and her lips were clamped together. He leant forward and kissed her cheek, her other cheek, and her forehead. Her cheeks seemed to get hotter with each innocent kiss, but he liked that. He ran a hand through her damp fringe and held her cheek as he captured her lips.
Haqua was floored at the utter tenderness he treated her with. She could feel her heart begin to pound. He probably would be able to hear it as he nuzzled into the crook of her neck – feel it with every kiss and suck he left on her chest. Then he just… stopped.
Haqua opened her eyes and looked down, where she could only see his mop of messy brown hair.
"K-Katsuragi," she spoke softly, and Keima snapped out of it, ducking down to her flesh and sucking more ferociously on her chest. He began putting more of his body weight on her while his hands began groping and teasing her tits. She let out a cry as one hand stroked down her body and began rubbing against her clit and teasing around her entrance.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous," he groaned against her neck as he sucked her hard enough to give her a hickey, but Haqua pushed him away slightly.
"I-is something bothering you?" she asked, but he shook his head, not meeting her eyes, "then do you want to begin properly?" he nodded.
"Just leave it to me," she kissed him lightly and pushed him onto his back. His eyes widened as she sat on his thighs, "you didn't give me enough to do last time."
Keima was quite hard, but it didn't look like it was all the way, so she did what every girl would do – press his dick flat and grind her pussy against it. Both gasped at the sensation.
With that and a little bit of handwork, Keima's dick was perfectly at attention and Haqua climbed onto it.
Keima's eyes widened at the entirely new sensation of his bare cock disappearing into her tight hole. He could feel her vagina part to accept him, and every graze, bump and squeeze felt entirely different without the layer of latex that would normally be on him. It was amazing!
It only got better as she started to move with him inside her. Her tits bounced and he could see every inch of dick go in and out of her ridiculously tight pussy. Keima groaned, his hands grasping her hips and thrusting alongside her. Haqua moaned as that hit deeper, so Keima knew exactly what he had to do.
"God, that feels amazing," Haqua struggled out, "how are you so good at this?"
"I can say the same," Keima groaned, feeling his balls slap her from underneath, "you sure you've never done this before."
She let out a breathless laugh.
"Maybe in my dreams… this is probably better than anything that I imagined."
It was kind of ridiculous how much better this felt, Haqua realised. She'd just liked the idea of having control here, but it didn't really go like that. At least not after he found a spot within her where she had to bite her lip to keep from moaning.
"I-I think it's com – shit!" she couldn't help the cry that left her lips as Keima targeted her clit unprompted, still keeping up his previous rhythm. It was just as well, because the flash of lightning in her brain basically rendered her useless in everything other than processing that intense orgasm.
Underneath her, Keima continued to thrust into her, but he could tell that he was cumming as well. Her tightening and tensing vagina all but milked him, and by the gasp she let out as he coated her insides, she realised it too.
He fell on his back and Haqua eased herself down as well, both breathing hard and sweating from the workout.
"So… it apparently does get better…" Keima laughed breathlessly, "I'm glad we decided to try it again."
"Me too…" her chest rose and fell at a very nice angle for him, "you really are amazing, Katsuragi," she smiled, "thank you for everything."
While they were both done, neither was ready to separate, so Haqua held his arms and leant over him.
"It was a pleasure," he agreed with a soft smile, "I'm glad that you came here today."
As it was, it was only because of Rimyuel that she could have been here. It made a world of difference as well… for the lesson, and for them too. Haqua didn't expect to see that the person that she used to know and love… she didn't expect that she'd get to lose her virginity to him either. But she was glad. She wouldn't forget this.
"So where to from here?" she asked with a big smile that didn't reach her eyes, "off to romance the next girl?"
"Maybe in a little bit," he smiled, "I'd like to enjoy some time with you where you won't hit me for looking at you naked."
Haqua laughed and Keima cheekily gave her chest a little squeeze and rub, but she batted his hand away after a few moments and climbed off.
As she pulled away, his flacid dick slipped out of her. Keima's eyes widened as he watched their mixed juices bubble to the surface and leak out. It didn't disappoint at all.
"Ooh, I knew that would look hot…" Haqua glanced down to where he was staring at and let out a little eep, covering herself with her hands.
"C-can I have some tissue, please." Keima obliged, but surprisingly, she didn't have to ask for any privacy, as he turned away on his own.
It was a little bitter-sweet as Haqua began mopping the product of their time together out of her. This was just a one-time thing, and she was feeling the loss of his dick already.
Keima jumped as he felt fingers on his penis again, but it was just Haqua with a fresh tissue. He really wanted to remark that cleanup didn't happen like that in eroges, but he bit his tongue. It was still sweet that she wanted to help.
After a minute and a bunch of discarded tissues, Haqua scooted up to him again, a slight smile on her face which didn't reach her eyes.
"I really had fun with this," she laughed, ruffling up his hair, "too bad that from tomorrow, we'll be back to being strangers."
Keima's smile fell. So this was where her brain was at now.
"Is that what you want?" he asked.
"O-obviously not," she said, "just, we did manage to go over two months without saying a word to each other, so it is a possibility…" she sighed, "I don't think I'd be able to go back to that after what we did today."
"I probably could," Keima disagreed, "with the real, you do have to expect that some goodbyes are forever."
Haqua's head drooped, her hair falling into Keima's face. Of course Keima would have some kind of pragmatic game-related answer.
"So will you say goodbye to me?" he shook his head.
"I'd never said goodbye in the first place, but somehow, you were gone," he sighed and ran a hand through her hair, "I never knew what I needed in my life until I lost it."
Haqua looked him in the eye, eyes open wide.
"What did you say?" Keima blushed.
"As troublesome as real girls are, you've always had a place in my life," he took a deep breath, "I need you… this time, I'm not letting you go."
For the first time in a long while, Haqua burst into tears, and Keima hugged her to his chest, rubbing her hair.
"I-I really missed you too…" she whispered back. Keima smiled, recalling the little tidbit Minami had whispered in his ear before she'd left.
"Nee, Haqua-san can be prickly, but she wants to know that you need her, so be sure to tell her."
He kissed the top of Haqua's head and silently thanked Minami for her "tip" – although he wasn't just saying it. It was more a reminder of how he really didn't know what girls wanted to hear.
To think that a line like this would make her so emotional – something he recalled her saying to him that one evening in his game library. Was she trying to confess to him then – before Diana had interrupted?
Well, it didn't really matter – that was some time ago, and she'd confessed now – besides, he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth; this would likely be the first and last time a naked Haqua would lie on his chest, crying happy tears from something he'd actually said, and he wanted to remember that too.
He hugged her closer and ran his fingers through her lavender hair. It was weird – despite him not enjoying physical contact, he actually, kinda, maybe enjoyed it. Probably because Haqua was warm and smelt nice.
After a few moments, Haqua pulled away, and Keima sighed.
"Y-you still have a lot of girls lined up," she spoke softly. He nodded, sitting up.
"We should get dressed," he agreed, "then I can call Yui and you can hang out with the rest of the girls."
Haqua turned away – as excited as she was for the merciless teasing she could expect outside, she'd be lying if she said her plan was going to be to hang with the girls now.
There was one girl who needed her help.
"K-Katsuragi," Haqua turned around as she locked the chain link on her dress, making the whole thing cling to her.
"Hmm?"
She hesitated, wondering if she should bring up Jun. This was something important that he needed to know…
Except this was also going to worry him. There was no way that it wouldn't. She at least needed to know what had happened – and it certainly wouldn't be fair on Yui if she sprung it up on him just as it was her turn.
"Nevermind," she began pulling up her thigh high socks.
"What is it?" Keima turned to her, even more curious now. He quickly moved into her view, trying to see her face, "don't leave me hanging like that."
Haqua turned to face Keima, who was in his uniform pants and half-buttoned shirt, his hair a bigger mess than usual from when she'd ruffled it. His eyes were lit up in curiosity.
"Come on, tell me what you're thinking about," he asked with a smile. So she told him the truth.
"I love you," she smiled. He fell back, his face turning red at the sudden attack.
"W-what's with that?" he mumbled, and Haqua pressed a kiss on his cheek. He somehow got even more red, his fingers on the spot.
"Thanks for everything today," she smiled sweetly, "I'm going to head out now."
She slipped on her heels and walked out the curtained room, and Keima watched her in disbelief. That was the third time that she'd said that today. And the third time she'd said it without waiting for an answer. Why didn't she want it?
In a way, he was a little relieved, because he didn't know what he could say – if she had really loved him from before that week where she had been his buddy, feeding her some half-baked galge lines wasn't going to cut it.
At this point, it was a lost cause thinking he could lean back into his old gaming ways – even if the Real was to suddenly leave him alone tomorrow, the thought of sitting in his dark room while gaming forever seemed so… lonely.
He sat on the bed in his pants, his face falling into his hands. Maybe this was what he was feeling now… what he'd felt when Minami had left him alone the balcony too… what he'd felt while he'd sat on the bathroom seat before Chihiro came.
Well, why did this even matter? It wasn't like he knew how to love a real girl – he wouldn't even be surprised if Haqua had figured it out, which was why it wasn't worth waiting for a response.
So, having reread this scene for the first time in a while... this probably didn't have to be this long. I know that Keima kinda requires clear permission from girls, which is why a tsundere who can't say everything she feels isn't the best match for him, but it really felt like he was holding an idiot ball for some of the earlier part of this chapter... I'd rewrite it, but it's become a bit of an issue lately with how much I'm scrapping, so this is good enough for now... I still think there was quite a bit to like here, especially during the last part...
Like Haqua finally confessing... or naked Haqua... or Haqua going raw, based on that other conversation... or even Minami being a bit of a wingwoman in her last conversation with Keima and telling him what Haqua wanted to hear the most.
To be honest, I feel a bit bad for Keima... like in some regard, he does love and care for every girl, and I don't think he's ever lying when he's being nice, but I think he just needs a sign before he can realise what real love feels like. He'll get there, though.
But yeah... that's enough out of me. I'll try to be brief in responding to reviews. Thank you all for the kind words.
MintCar-92: Hehe, the story of how Hinoki got to Hawaii... I guess we'll never know :P
Lol, pizza party shenanigans... that was what I was hoping for, though still gotta plan it out... and what's gonna happen with Kusunoki too. I find your predictions very interesting. I'll remember this ;)
Also, good point on your name. Best keep it as 92 then.
xellos540: "Hooo... Jun likes the company of girls? Kinky." - Are you making predictions here, coz that's interesting.
Lol, girls kissing girls - currently, it's just Chihiro, Kanon, Shiori, Tsukiyo, Hinoki and Jun... that's still a lot, but it's rookie numbers... gotta pump them up!
Has Haqua been screwed enough? I'm hoping it's a yes.
"Yes, destroy Haqua's guard" - I'm kinda imagining Doge bonking her with the bat, like he does to all people in horny prison.
Lol, is that food play thing another prediction, coz... you'll have to wait and see ;)
GhostMan: Lmao, you still beat me before I posted this chapter, so not late at all. It's a cool little tidbit that you did live like that, though I'm hoping that the housing situation is looking better now.
Lol, I find it amusing how much you mentioned Yui in your review... she's always plotting how to embarrass the shit out of other girls, so... let Haqua go first and give it a good test. Hopefully we won't run out of potion xD
That's all from me. Thank you all for reading, and special thanks to the reviewing peeps. Those ones make my day.
Otherwise, hope you all are doing well and keeping safe, and hopefully getting vaccinated if it's possible for you. Cheers, and I hope to see you in the next chapter.
Ja ne.