"What do you mean the competition was cancelled!"
Ami winced at Usagi's sheer volume.
"After you told me about Jadeite I tried contacting the number listed on the ad poster. They told me they didn't even remember arranging the competition and weren't obligated to commit to its terms."
"But… But I… I spent like five hours writing my story!"
Ami's head made an odd movement, almost like she was about to nod in solidarity but stopped herself halfway through. "Ahem, well at least you didn't waste as much time as Rei did," she said, blushing slightly. "I think she's taking the day off school to mourn the loss of her work. Her words, not mine." She hastily added.
"Oh, for goodness sake!" Exclaimed Usagi.
"I know," Ami gave a shrug, "It is a bit of an overreac-"
"Why didn't I think of that!" wailed Usagi.
"Hey, Usagi."
Usagi's lamentations halted long enough for her to see who was talking to her. Upon realizing it was Umino a fresh round of tears began to well up inside her.
"Did you hear about the serenadesofserena website?"
"Yes, Umino," replied Ami, a little exacerbated. "We were just talking about how the competition was cancelled."
"Yeah, but the website is still up. Well, for now anyway?"
Ami raised an eyebrow. "So what?"
Umino adjusted his glasses and let out a smug little smirk. "So, the kudos system is still working. The rules were that whatever story got the highest kudos rating was going to win."
Usagi and Ami's eyes widened.
"But that means people know who would've won the competition," gasped Ami.
"W-wh-who is it?" Usagi asked, her curiosity breaking through her despair.
"Some user by the name of-"
"That's enough chit chat! It's time for your biology test!"
A loud BANG accompanied the order, followed by the angry slamming of books on wood. Ms. Haruna glared at the class with such venom that for a moment they all froze stiff. For the next hour, Haruna prowled the aisles like a ravenous wolf, looking for any excuse to snap at her students. Nevertheless, Usagi still chanced a whisper to Umino.
"So what was the winner called?" She asked in a hushed tone.
"Someone called 'HopelessRomantic'," he replied.
Excerpt from 'Love's First Kiss'. By HopelessRomantic
She spied him from across the way.
He was handsome with sharp eyes. The way they curved against his strong face and glistened as he spoke made Serena's heart flutter.
She was just a plain was nothing particularly extraordinary about her, but for some reason when she caught his attention underneath the midday sun, she felt like was the most beautiful woman in all of Tokyo.
His flowing hair fluttered in the breeze as he walked toward her, his long legs gliding along the grass with an ease that made her shiver. All of the women looked at him as he made his way to her. He extended his hand, introduced himself and asked if she'd like to join him for dinner.
Hours later, she found herself sitting at a candlelit table, folding the napkin anxiously over and over in her hands. A violinist played a tragically romantic tune and everything was draped in rich, red tones.
A single, red rose laid on the table. The meal was delicious and he made sure to ask her so much about herself. He was interested, letting himself hang on every word she spoke. He wanted to know about her studies and her goals, where she saw herself in 10 years, what she thought about everything from the weather to the goings-on of the neighborhood.
She couldn't believe it. He was perfect in every way. And he wanted her.
They rose from the table and walked hand-in-hand down the street, illuminated only by the iron wrought lamp posts that hung along the pathway of the park. His hand was gentle and his touch soothing.
"I've never met anyone like you before," he said, his voice deep and wanting. "Your beauty is incomparable. Yet even that pales to the beauty of your soul. It…It humbles me. I… I think I love you."
Tears brimmed in her eyes. "You love me?" She said softly.
He smiled at her, an utterly dazzling smile that made her entire body feel light.
"I've loved you from the moment I saw you," he said, his eyes sparkling. "How could I not? You're perfect."
He leaned into her and gently placed his lips on hers. Fireworks exploded all around her and her heart rapped against her chest. This intoxicating feeling was love-she just knew it-and it would take so much for her to ever forget how wholly and deeply content it felt.
Their lips danced on one another's and he held her with his strong hands. The only thing around them was the light pooling at their feet, casting a shadow of young love.
He was older than her, wiser than her, and it was clear from the deftness of his hands. They hurried to his apartment with their fingers interlaced and the promise of a night full of passion and romance. By the time they entered his apartment, she could barely contain herself. Her body was wanting and her skin so alert she thought his touch might kill her.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" He said, his voice loving and understanding.
She nodded. He swooped her up in his arms and led her to his room, gently placing her on his bed. Their lips touched-part fervor, part trepidation-and her hands roved through his long, flowing hair. His large hands found the buttons on her shirt and one by one he undid them.
Before unclasping her bra, he smiled at her sweetly. "You are beautiful."
She didn't have much experience, but it was clear he did. The way he gently cradled her hips in his hands, the way the tops of his fingers brushed her skin so sensitively and seductively. She didn't even mind thinking he had been with other women. She was more concerned that he was with her now.
And as he positioned himself over top of her now completely naked body, she knew this was right. He was so large, far too big for her, but he knew she could take it. At first it was painful, but the way he moved was tender and careful. Each stroke of him felt less like a sharp pull and more like a surge or warmth, and every time he pushed to the hilt, he looked her in the eyes and reassured her.
Finally when the pain stripped away all together, she let go into the throes of their lovemaking. He placed a kiss on her lips-a promise to love her forever-and she knew that this was the feeling of falling.
"Wow," gasped Usagi, putting her phone down upon the arcade stool.
"Yeah," agreed Rei.
Ami meanwhile said nothing, but buried her crimson face in a math book.
Failing to notice this, Rei pressed on. "No wonder they would've won. That was good!"
"I know..." Breathed out Usagi, "... Do… Do you wanna read it again?"
Rei hastily nodded, whilst Ami's eyes kept darting away from the book and towards her two friends.
As such, all three of them failed to notice Naru. Like Ami she was also keeping quiet and pretending to read a book. But unlike the blunette, she was smiling at each and every compliment 'HopelessRomantic' received.
Barely breathing, Jadeite stepped forth from the assorted Youma. Bowing he made a point of avoiding Beryl's gaze.
"My Queen I… I am afraid to report that…" He gulped. "That my plan was not entirely successful."
He was met with nothing but silence.
"That is to say that I… I lost all the energy Purūdo stole from the humans." His eyes widened, horrified at the admission his nerves had compelled out of him.
Beryl said nothing. His imagination raced, conjuring the image of her furious face within his mind. Then, after what felt like an eternity, the heavy silence was finally broken.
"Jadeite…"
Beryl's tone was slow and considered. Jadeite felt his heart thumping hard enough to break out of his chest.
"... You shall have to consider your next plans more carefully."
It took every ounce of the Shittenou's willpower to stay silent, rather than let out a very loud 'Huh?'
Emboldened ever so slightly, he risked raising his eyes. Relief broke through his very soul as he saw no trace of rage upon Beryl's face.
In fact, now he looked closer, she seemed… odd. She was not leaning forward nor even manipulating her crystal ball. And there was a strange… 'looseness' to her posture.
He was so taken aback he almost forgot to reply to her. "I… I shall my queen."
She gave a tiny, almost imperceptible nod of her head before gracefully rising from her throne.
"I shall entrust you with your task then. For now though, I must return to my chambers to further meditate on our Great Ruler's will."
Jadeite nodded automatically, too grateful for his life to inquire any further.
Excerpt from 'Total Domination' by BowToYourQueen
The heels of her thigh high leather boots clicked on the floor as she circled the bed.
Against his eyes was a thick, black band. He was essentially blind to her, but she knew he was wanting. His legs were shackled and outstretched, his arms similarly pressed against the silk sheets bunching up at his waist. Oh, how she loved watching him writhe against them, his body alert as if preparing for the white hot sting of a whip.
"Have you been a good boy?" Serena purred.
"Yes, my mistress," he said breathlessly. A wry smile formed on her lips.
"Now, now young prince, that's not what I asked you to call me." She gripped the flogger in her right hand, letting the tendrils of leather graze across her arm before she flicked it back. It cracked along his skin and he winced in pain. His muscles rippled and he pulled on his restraints while letting out a mournful cry.
"My queen," he corrected himself quickly. "My queen."
"Yes," she smiled again. She walked over to the end of the bed and ran her gloved hands up his thighs. She stopped where the flogger had connected and touched the sensitive pink skin, causing him to wince.
His cock twitched and she could see he was starting to get excited. Right in front of her eyes it grew bigger until it was throbbing underneath the anticipation of her touch.
"Do you like that?" She cooed.
"Yes, please," he begged. "Please put me out of this misery."
Swinging her hips over the bed, she sat down on his thighs. His thick manhood throbbed against her and she unsheathed one of her hands to stroke him. He moaned softly as her grip increased before she lifted her hips and sat right on top of him.
He was big and she liked the way he stretched her tight hole. At the top of the bed, his restraints shook. She could see he was dying to touch her-to be an active participant-but she was the boss here. He would have to wait his turn.
Her hands went up his chest and she pinched his nipples hard. Pain in exchange for pleasure. Based on the sound of his scream, though, she didn't think he seemed to mind. Her cunt was slippery, soaking wet and warm, and despite not being able to move, he was giving it his all to drive harder into her.
She took her unworn glove and crushed it into a ball. The fabric felt soft and silky in her hand. Forcefully, she pushed forward and his cock came spilling out of her. A disappointed groan escaped his lips and before he had a chance to beg her to continue riding him, she shoved the glove in his mouth.
"Silence," she hissed. "I want you to be silent until I come."
She rode him harder, their hips slapping against one another and she tugged again on his nipples. He let out a yelp but it was muffled underneath the delicate fabric jammed in his mouth. Reaching down, she pressed her fingers to her clit and pleasured herself in time with the rhythmic movement of his body.
The pressure was building and she was itching for release. So was he. She thought about making him wait, about reminding him who owned him in every way, but it was all too much. Shuddering, she fell onto his cock once more and let the orgasm vibrate through her entire body. As soon as she released, he did too, shooting his seed into her aching slit.
Moments later, as she gathered her breath, she reached out and parted his dark locks. Then, slowly, she used the very tip of her nail to move the blindfold down an inch or two. She drank in his sea blue eyes, her lip curling into a satisfied smirk.
"I shall be back later," she whispered. "And, whilst I am gone, you'll make sure you remain a good boy, won't you?"
She traced her nail delicately across his cheek, leaving behind the faintest of red lines, before moving the blindfold back into position. With that, she dismounted, adjusted her crown and left the room.
The room was dark save for the light emanating from the laptop screen. It was also silent, save for a sigh of satisfaction from the figure lazily leaning back into her chair.
"This is fun," nodded Beryl with a smile.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed my story!
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