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Compromise
Nagatoro skipped down the sidewalk under a cloudy evening sky on her way to Senpai's house. The silver handcuffs stuffed in her right skirt pocket chimed bell-like in time with her gait. Upon arriving at his front door, she knocked twice.
Senpai greeted her with a smile. "Hey." He bent forward. The two hugged and kissed.
"What's up, Seh—mm—pie—ee?" Nagatoro trotted past him into the house.
"My parents won't be home till past midnight. Guaranteed."
"Perfect. See you in a minute." She ducked into the laundry room, set the handcuffs on the dryer, and undressed. Moments later, her blouse, skirt, socks, shoes, bra, and panties sat in a neat stack on top of the washer. With key in hand, she dangled the handcuffs from her index finger.
She considered running into the room uncuffed, in full nude-model attack mode—every fiber in her being wanted to—but her boyfriend would probably have a meltdown if she breached the rules so blatantly.
Then again, there was Rule #1. "The naked girl makes the rules, and the naked girl can break them." She rubbed her belly. Breaking this rule was a one-way trip to pregnancy.
No, they made the rules for a reason. Modeling and Music was a compromise designed to keep them out of trouble. She set the key on the dryer, pulled her arms behind her back, and snugly closed the cuffs around her wrists.
Nagatoro skipped into the living room and plopped her bare bottom down next to Senpai on the Hachioji family couch across from the TV set.
Senpai, dressed comfortably in a Princess Nagatoro t-shirt and shorts, said, "Excellent timing," as the first episode of the second season of Ijiranaide, Nagasaki-san started. He put his arm around his model and pulled her close.
"What's that?" Nagatoro pointed her big toe at the box sitting on the dinner table.
"It's the outfit Toshi designed. The one he showed me at the auction when you were talking to your friends."
Nagatoro turned her back to him and spoke over her shoulder. "When you say outfit, you mean modeling outfit, like my cuffs, correct?" She shook her wrists.
He nodded. "This outfit is way more effective, yet it won't obscure any of your charms."
"Obscure my charms." She chuckled. "You sound like Toshi."
"It's what he wrote on the card." Senpai picked up the box. "Want me to put this in the laundry room so you can try it on?"
"Why don't you put it on me?"
"You know the rule. No clothes, no freedom. In other words, no modeling unless you're restrained. Of course, rule number one says the naked girl makes the rules, so…"
"I'm not breaking that rule until we're ready to do it." She clasped her hands, arched her back, and bent her arms together. "Loosen the handcuffs a bit and slide them up above my elbows."
"Won't that hurt?"
"I'm an athlete, not a lazy loaf like you. Which means I'm pretty flexible."
"Okay." Senpai retrieved his key copy from his pants pocket and adjusted the cuffs. Then he opened Toshi's gift box and placed a few of the items contained within it on the couch between them.
The base six-piece custom cat costume consisted of two wrist cuffs, two ankle cuffs, a collar, and a cat-ear tiara. Shiny gold-colored rims covered the padded leather cuffs and collar.
Nagatoro bent forward to examine the gift. "This isn't everything in the box, is it?"
"Nope. It comes with a few accessories."
He snugly fastened the padded cuffs around her ankles and wrists, and secured the collar around her neck. Using two small padlocks from the box, he locked the wrist and ankle cuffs together. Completing the picture, he retrieved a leash from the box and clipped it to her collar, and set the golden cat ears on her head.
She glanced down at the gold-colored chain dangling between her breasts. "You're not supposed to leash a cat, you know."
"Maybe Toro-cats are different." He removed her silver cuffs from her elbows and placed them in the box.
Nagatoro fluttered her fingers, shrugged her shoulders, and extended her legs. "These duds are incredibly comfortable, and they look hot. I could wear this outfit all day."
Senpai folded his hands in his lap. "It looks really good on you, especially that cat-ear crown. When Toshi showed me the design, I had to laugh. He had no idea you were into cat cosplay. He picked that up on his own."
"I know." Nagatoro chuckled. "He texted me the link to a Splatter Battle gameplay video with me dressed like this. He's still sticking with my avatar even though its rank dropped out of the top hundred. Sakura's not even in the top twenty anymore."
Senpai shrugged. "Everyone gets their fifteen minutes of fame, I suppose."
She fell back onto the couch. "So what does he want in exchange for this awesome gift?"
"He wants me to let him take you out to lunch. I bargained him down to giving him some shots of you wearing it." Senpai pulled out his phone. "Can we temporarily waive the no-picture rule?"
She pulled her legs into her body and curled into a ball. "No way."
"I'll pose you so the pictures don't show anything. Artists call that implied nudity."
"But I'm actually nude right now, Senpai. No implying about it."
"Keep doing what you're doing, and let me take a few snaps." When Nagatoro growled, he added, "You know that guy. He won't share the pictures if we ask him not to."
She sighed. "Okay, fine." She scooted around till she sat facing Senpai cross-legged, her ankles hiding her lower region, and her knees concealing her breasts. A cheery smile lit up her face.
Senpai took a series of snaps and set his phone on the dinner table. "He's going to love these."
She slid down the couch next to her boyfriend and rubbed her arm against his. "We named our compromise Modeling and Music. I've done some modeling, but we haven't made any music yet."
"Does Toro-cello want to get played?"
"She does." Nagatoro eyed the tent in Senpai's shorts. "But I better play the Senpai-flute first. You look like you're about to blow." When she stood, the end of her leash brushed her feet. "I'm getting a Pineapple Spritz. You want your usual, Raspberry Tea?"
He pointed at her bound ankles. "Are you sure you can manage?"
"You know I'm not totally helpless, Senpai, even like this. Although I'd appreciate it if you unclipped the leash so I don't trip on it."
He unclipped the leash. She hopped to the kitchen, then, turning and raising her arms, she opened the fridge, pulled out two single-serving bottles, and let the door swing shut. After hopping back victorious with gaily bouncing breasts, tiara still in place, she handed Senpai the bottles and kneeled at his feet.
He lowered his zipper and deposited his Senpai-flute on his girlfriend's tongue. Then he leaned back, spread his arms, and groaned as she orally worked his instrument.
Moments later—"Ahhhhhh."—Senpai sprayed his load into her mouth.
With bulging cheeks warping a pleased smile, Nagatoro waited patiently for Senpai to regain his composure. After catching his breath, he opened the Pineapple Spritz bottle and tilted it toward the musician's mouth. She took in a healthy swig, swished the mixture around, and swallowed. When she opened her mouth for a second helping, he helpfully tilted the bottle. She took another swig, swished, and swallowed.
"That hit the spot." She licked her lips. "Nothing beats a shot of Senpai Milk with a Pineapple Spritz chaser." She blinked as her cheeks reddened. "Whoa."
Senpai checked the Spritz bottle's ingredients. Ginger ale, crushed pineapple, mint, ice, and dark rum. "Do you realize there's alcohol in this?"
She giggled. "It's fine. I'm not driving anywhere." She parted her lips. He gave her another helping and set down the bottle.
"Your turn." He reached into the gift box and deposited the rest of its contents on the couch—a blindfold, a ballgag, a vibrator, and something resembling his electric toothbrush.
Nagatoro's jaw dropped and her eyes widened. "No way in the world I'm letting you use that stuff on me." Yet her eyes twinkled and she opened wide when he held the ballgag to her lips.
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Ninety minutes later …
Nagatoro stepped out of the shower and dried herself off. Since the bathroom didn't have a hairdryer, she wrapped a towel around her hair. She considered heading to the laundry room to get dressed before rejoining Senpai in the living room but reconsidered. That's no fun. Instead, she snapped the handcuffs back over her wrists and trotted down the stairs.
She walked up to Senpai, seated at the dinner table with his iPad, turned her back to him, and deposited his copy of the handcuff key on the tabletop. "Thanks for letting me borrow this."
He glanced at clasped hands adorned with silver bracelets hovering over a wiggling bare bottom and rested his hands on her hips. "I see you switched back to your old duds."
"Toshi's gift is nice, but I think I'll save that outfit for more formal occasions."
She took a seat across from him at the table and crossed her legs. An open bottle of non-alcoholic Raspberry Tea with a straw in it sat before her.
"Simple suits you well, although I love that other outfit's accessories."
Nagatoro took a sip of tea. "You know, Senpai, I know I told you to be more aggressive when we worked out this compromise, but I didn't expect that."
"Was there a problem?" he asked with a straight face.
"You made me pee on your couch, you idiot."
"I cleaned it up. It looks like I spilled tea. Was that too aggressive?"
"Did I use my safe word?"
"No."
"I can handle anything you throw at me, you creepy perv, so bring it on. But maybe next time lay me on a towel before you toy with me that hard."
"Will do." He lowered his gaze from her eyes to her breasts and chuckled.
"What's up with that skeevy look?"
"I was thinking back to that time you ran through the rain, and you teased me for hoping you'd be naked after you dried yourself."
Nagatoro's cheeks flushed. She lowered her head to sip her tea and changed the subject. "I guess I wouldn't mind having lunch with Toshi, if it's okay with you. The guy is kind of sweet in a nerdy sort of way. Don't worry. I'm not going to start dating him behind your back."
"Why would you want to meet him?"
"I suppose it's an ego booster to hang out with a person who worships the ground you walk on, even if he is a little odd." When she sipped her tea again, her lips fumbled the straw. "Whoops." A stream of liquid spilled onto her chest.
"I got this." Senpai hopped forward, cupped his girlfriend's breasts, and lovingly kissed them clean.
She giggled as his tongue teased her nipples. "Thanks."
"Glad to help." He returned to his seat and tapped his email app. His jaw dropped. "Check it out." He waved the iPad. "A US gallery owner emailed me. He's offering me $4000 for a custom painting of you."
"Doing what?"
Senpai squinted at the text. "He'd like to see you either riding a bike or inline-skating down a path in the park."
"Without any clothes on?"
"No. He wants you wearing skates or sneakers, and a scarf." He tapped the screen again. "Another bidder is offering $2500 for a painting of you tied to the flag pole in front of our school. I'll let him know we're not into kinky stuff."
"Nope. We're as vanilla as can be." She clanked her cuffs against the chairback. "I'm getting offers from artists and photographers to model for 20,000 Yen per hour, but I'm turning all of them down. By the way, do you have any interest in painting Yoshi?"
"Would you even let me?"
"I might if I was in the room." A wicked smile crept onto her face. "I need Yoshi's help for a plan I'm formulating to get even with Gamo-chan. Yoshi owes me."
"What did Gamo do?"
"Let's just say, both those girls have a huge debt to repay, and Gamo-chan was the mastermind. I will have my vengeance."
"What are you thinking?"
"A blouse for a blouse. A skirt for a skirt. A shoe for a shoe."
"Huh?"
"I'll let you know when I work out the details. It's going to be good."
"I can't wait."
Nagatoro finished her tea and rose. "It's getting late." She spun around full circle. "I wonder what your parents would think if they found me like this."
"I'd tell them we were playing cops and robbers."
"And I got arrested by the most perverted cop in the world." She stuck out her tongue before trotting to the laundry room.
Five minutes later, she stepped out dressed in her blouse, skirt, socks, and shoes, her cuffs back in her pocket. Senpai walked her to the door, where they kissed each other goodnight.
She waved as she skipped to the outer gate. "See you tomorrow, Senpai. Don't be thinking any pervy thoughts about me when I'm gone because I'll know it."
"See you tomorrow, Nagatoro. Don't worry. I'll keep my thoughts pristine." He closed the door.
Ten minutes later, seated at the dinner table, he cycled through the latest pictures on his phone. An incoming text message knocked him out of his trance.
Yarashi! Yarashi! Stop looking at those pictures of me, pervert Senpai!
THE END
Author's notes: We're finally at the end, although I did leave some unresolved questions. Will Nagatoro go out to lunch with Toshi and, if she does, what will they talk about? How will Nagatoro take vengeance on Gamo for pranking her? Will Yoshi really pose? And the biggest question of all, will Senpai be able to hold out and keep from going all the way with Nagatoro when she seems to be doing her best to make him slip up? If you can think of any other unresolved questions, let me know so I can address them. I don't know if I'll continue this story. I may add a bonus chapter now and then if there's a demand for that. Thanks again to everyone for reading and a special thanks to all the folks that commented and reviewed, especially M7 whose lengthy notes were almost as long as my chapters. See you all next time! — SK