Author's Note: Apologies for the delay in the upload of the second chapter. It took longer than anticipated to get right and took a fair few adjustments in places. The original plan for this to be a Takemi chapter fell through and in the end, it made more sense to continue Ann's story and have Takemi be the next chapter. You'll understand when that gets uploaded.

I don't often ask for reviews, but with a new story like this they are always helpful. Especially on the second chapter. Would love to know if it captured the same feel as the first chapter and whether or not people enjoy it. Feedback really does help shape stories like this. Let me know what you think!

Anyway, I've kept you waiting long enough. Enjoy!

Chapter 2: Deepening Bonds

Following their first furtive steps into the world of sex, Akira and Ann's relationship didn't drastically change. Things continued on as normal, almost as if in complete ignorance to what they had done that evening. It wasn't as if they avoiding discussing it, but rather that their lives were busier than either anticipated. With the Phantom Thieves already beginning work on their next major target, the fallout from their exams, and the myriad of other factors, the two never had an opportunity to discuss what happened outside the clouded moment of lustful intimacy. Personally, Akira was glad that things hadn't changed massively. He was worried that that evening would linger awkwardly between them, yet in the end he realised there wasn't reason for it to be awkward. Their conversation at the end wasn't one of regret, so it was clear neither of them had second thoughts. Perhaps the nervousness from the beginning was lingering in his mind. Perhaps the fact he saw his friend naked and the taboo that was intrinsic in such an event gave him reason to think their friendship would be fraught with rosy cheeks and bowed heads. Perhaps he was just overthinking it. Ultimately, they were better than ever. If anything, it seemed as if their intimate exploration that evening had brought them closer together and cemented their friendship even more.

As the Phantom Thieves began their scoping out of Madarame's Palace and the initial infiltration began, both Ann and Akira became less preoccupied with other parts of their lives and found themselves with a portion of free-time. Making his way through Shibuya, Akira dipped down the stairs into the underground mall. It took him a little searching, but eventually he found Ann sifting through the many clothing racks of one of the boutique stores. Even at a distance, Akira could see her browsing was half-hearted. Her hands moved almost out of sync with her eyes, her gaze lazily shifting back and forth, her mind sitting elsewhere. Making his way over to her, he watched as her haze shattered the moment he came into view, a sweet smile curling across her lips as she turned to greet him, "Akira! It's good to see you. Are you thinking about heading into Madarame's Palace?"

"Not today. I figured we could spend some time together," Akira said, trying to push the palace to the back of his mind. They had only just begun the infiltration, so it wasn't like they were pressed for time. But still, there was still that lingering thought in the back of his head.

"Oh. Right. I suppose so. We've got plenty of time after all. What were you thinking? Shall we go somewhere interesting," Ann smiled, a little surprised they weren't hitting the Palace, but realising that Akira probably had things under control. He always seemed to know best when it came to this sort of thing.

"Let's grab some tea and talk?" Akira suggested, thinking that the Diner would be ideal. Immediately, Ann's face lit up eagerly, her avid love for tea coming through. Beyond that, the prospect of the Diner kindled the idea of a delectable sweet accompaniment.

"Ooo, sounds good. I'm thinking some cake as well. Or… No… I probably shouldn't," Ann murmured to herself, trailing of into thought as she battled her conflicted self over the pros and cons of getting one of those delightful little layer cakes. Lost for a moment, she quickly snapped back to it with a smile, "Let's go!"

The walk through the station across Shibuya was mired by the rush of people, meaning that both Ann and Akira struggled to stay side by side. It made conversation impossible, but they were outside of the diner before they knew. Letting Morgana out to walk, the two went about grabbing their usual seats in the booth, dumping their bags and ordering drinks. Almost in tandem with one another, they both let out heavy sighs, smirking as they did so. For the first time since their night together, the two were sat alone, with nothing to stop them from talking. Silence held for a moment, before Ann leant forwards, that sincere look on her face, "I realised something. About our last… Erm… Strength session? That night at Leblanc."

"You did?" Akira asked, a little uncertain. They had left that evening with the possible prospect of repeating it. The more carnal part of Akira didn't like Ann's tone of voice. It sounded as if she had doubts about it, which put into jeopardy the possibility of future fun. Akira was quick to quell that line of thinking, noting the look on Ann's face and her previous look of confliction back in the mall.

"Yeah. I went to talk to Shiho. I told her about finding my strength and everything I've been doing," Ann revealed, sending a momentary rush of anxiety through Akira. Even though he barely knew Shiho, the idea of her knowing the intimate details of all he did with Ann was a little unnerving to say the least.

"You told her about us?" he asked furtively, hoping that that wasn't the case. It seemed almost normal for girls to talk about that sort of thing with each other but being confronted with that reality made him a little self-conscious. His sex skills were hardly refined and the prospect of being a topic of gossip between two girls almost made him blush nervously.

"Oh, no! I didn't tell her that we had done that… stuff. I told her about my toy. And why I bought it. And…" Ann began, quelling any uncertainty in Akira. She paused for a moment, bowing her head almost in embarrassment. But then, only a second later, she lifted her head with a giggle, "She laughed at me. It was a proper laugh as well. She was wheezing by the end."

"That's not what I expected," Akira replied, thinking that it was a rather callous reaction to what Ann earnestly thought would help her. But it seemed as if Ann wasn't that bothered by it. If anything, she found it equally funny. Still, Akira was in the dark as to why Shiho had such a reaction.

"Me neither. I was surprised. I know it sounds kinda stupid way to get stronger, but I didn't expect her to laugh like that," Ann blushed, her smile still stretched wide across her lips. Reaffirming herself, she made eye-contact with Akira, her stare purposeful and full of intent. She quickly continued, "But then… She told me stop lying to myself. That she and I both know that's not why I bought it. I didn't know what she meant. But… She kept pushing me. Kept telling me to tell the truth. I thought she was being mean at first, but that was never like Shiho. Eventually, she made me realise something. Why I bought the toy."

"And?" Akira asked, genuinely interesting in Ann's revelation. He was surprised as to how sharp Shiho was. It made sense that she would be the one to see through Ann's words and spot what Ann was hiding from herself. Akira only knew her for so long and whilst they were close -as indicated by how far they went that evening-, he didn't know those subtleties that allowed Shiho to be such a close and intuitive friend.

"I didn't buy it get stronger. I bought it because I wanted it… Shiho made me realise I was lying to myself. That I was ashamed about buying it and wanted a reason to make it seem okay. I felt like an idiot for not realising it before," Ann sighed with a smile, proud that she had come to the realisation, but still seemingly defeated by the fact it took her so long. As she sunk backwards, the drinks arrived at the table, with the two of them accepting them with polite smiles before turning back to one another.

"Wanting something is reason enough," Akira said simply. There were so many times when he tried to convince himself he was doing something for one reason, when in fact it was far simpler. The Phantom Thieves for example. He had told himself it was for the good of society; bringing people to justice. And whilst that was an element of it, it was also the excuse he used to justify the fact that he wanted to do. Of course, his motivation was complex given all that attributed to his circumstances, but strip away all that and he would simply be left with a desire to be a Phantom Thief. And perhaps that was enough. Evidently, Ann had thought similar thoughts, all at the behest of Shiho.

"Huh… That's exactly what Shiho said. That if I want something, then there is no shame In trying to get it. In fact, she said that that is what strength is. It's knowing what you want and working to get it. And being confident in doing so. Not lying to yourself and making excuses," she said with a smile, her words not only resonating with her, but also with Akira.

"That's actually really well put," Akira smirked. He was proud of Ann. She may have been jumping back and forth over what she actually thought strength was to her, but she was chasing it vehemently, not stopping each time she found some new aspect to work on. Even after being defeated and finding her previous idea to be wrong, she continued to push for it. It was admirable.

"That's Shiho for you. She made me realise that I don't really know what strength is to me. But I'm going to find it," Ann said, with a resolved nod. Leaning forwards, her burst of confidence was then tempered by a more reserved reminder of what she wanted to talk about next. Looking Akira in the eyes, Ann stammered softly, "Which… brings me back to… erm… to that night at Leblanc…"

"Right…" Akira breathed, thinking that this was the moment she called it quits on their sessions. He felt his stomach twist as he recalled those heated moments of pleasurable bliss. He was somewhat wistful of them. He'd remembered them intimately many times, almost always in the solitude of his bed and with his hand fastened tightly around himself, but he'd never thought about that evening as a one of thing. If he had, he would have fought to remember every tiny detail.

"I don't think that it will make me stronger. Continuing that sort of thing. And so, I don't think that doing that as strength training is a good idea," Ann said sincerely, telling Akira what he already thought. He expected it, but it was still a disappointing sentence to hear. Regardless, he wasn't going to fight for it. He had no right to expect her to continue and frankly, he was lucky he got what he got.

"I totally understand. I mean, I don't…" Akira began, a deep red blush rising in his cheeks. That awkward uncertain side of him began to rise as he averted his gaze away from Ann, oblivious to the smirk that had cracked across her lips. Fortunately for him, Ann had no intention of torturing him and quickly interrupted his words.

"But I don't want to stop," she said simply, placing all her emphasis on a single word. It took Akira by surprise and had he not been flustered; he probably would have instantly caught onto her distinction. However, he simply looked at her; gormless and confused.

"Huh?" Akira asked, sweeping his hair from his eye as Ann took another sip of tea and collected herself. Still with tinges of red clinging to his cheeks, Akira took the opportunity to bury his lip In his own drink and took a hefty swig before looking to Ann expectantly.

"I want to continue. I want to explore… sex" Ann said, saying the word 'sex' in a hushed whisper, before glancing over her shoulder to ensure no one heard her before continuing, "…and I want to do it because of the right reasons. Not because It might make me stronger, but because… Because I want to. And that's reason enough,"

"I… I don't know what to say…" Akira breathed, having been taken on a proverbial rollercoaster. First, the prospect of continued exploration was off the table. Now it was back on the table. And now she was talking about it as a means to explore. As in… trying new things. Which meant they weren't just resigned to what they had done before. Which meant the prospect of actually having sex… Akira leapt from thought to thought, losing himself in the flurry of perverse musings, only for Ann to cut through his haze and draw him back to reality.

"Yes, you do. It's simple. Do you want to continue?" she said sincerely, a sternness in her eye and voice that was uniquely startling. Looking into the intent gaze of Ann, Akira felt emboldened by her exuding confidence in the matter. It was quite astounding. Collecting himself, he added to that confidence and gave his reply.

"Yes," he said simply, watching Ann's eyes light up a little. Almost as if she was under the assumption that Akira may not want to continue. A sliver of her self-consciousness clung to the notion that he was only helping out of politeness and in order to pursue her goal of strength. That personal uncertainty found it difficult to imagine he was interested in her physically, despite the obvious evidence to the contrary. But that's where she would find her strength. In fighting those instinctive self-conscious thoughts and being true to herself and what she wanted.

"Then its settled," Ann beamed, taking a large swig of tea before slumping back, a little breathless. As if that momentary display of confident strength took it out of her. Leaning forward with a massive smile, she smirked, "I sounded pretty strong there, didn't I?"

"You really did. I'm impressed," Akira chuckled, relaxing a little now that the intense sincerity of their conversation had melted into a more light-hearted tone. It was funny how discussing whether or not they wanted to explore sexual activities together was a serious conversation.

"Don't get me wrong. I'm… I'm wanting to explore and learn about myself. So, it's not just us fooling around. We'll be experimenting and stuff. It… It is what it is. Just as long as we both want to do it; we can figure out the details together. I guess…" she breathed, a quiver of uncertainty in her voice. She quickly doubled back and clung to her desire to do so, grounding herself with that fact before she got lost in the minutia. She was still figuring It out, but she had made a lot of progress.

"Sounds fine by me," Akira smiled, sharing in Ann's enthusiasm. Admittedly, he was somewhat thankful for this newfound view on their sexual activities. He felt a little bad doing that sort of thing under the pretext of growing stronger when he didn't think that it would work. Now that it was framed by wanting to do it, it felt a lot better in his head. But then again, it all came down to the fact that he was going to see Ann naked again, which was beyond exciting. He could already see those sumptuous curves in his head; the perkiness of her breasts and that perfect heart-shaped ass. His trousers tightened as he forced himself to quell such thoughts. At least till he got home…

"Great! Right. I'll text you and we can sort a day out. This is exciting," she beamed excitedly, grabbing her bag and hauling it over her shoulder. Stopping a moment, she smiled at Akira, pausing for just a second before she said her goodbyes and left the diner "Bye!"

Akira couldn't help but follow her as she walked away. Her crusade for strength was having a distinct effect on her and it was brimming in her every stride. Of course, he was unable to stop his eyes as they trailed down her lower back and to the skirt that bounced around her thighs. She never dressed provocatively but knowing the body that lay beneath those layers of clothing, Akira found himself allured by her clothes all the same. Turning back, he made to move after her and leave, but decided against it. Another five minutes would make his excitement less… apparent as he walked.

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ANN TAKAMAKI

"Hey just wanted to say thanks for listening to me today. I feel like I've been having a lot of revelations recently, but this one feels like the most important.

"I should be living my life for myself and striving for what I want,"

"That's really admirable. Are you sure about continuing our strength training?"

ANN TAKAMAKI

"It's NOT strength training anymore. And yes. I've thought about it a lot and I'm sure."

"Then I'm happy to help NOT strength train with you."

ANN TAKAMAKI

"Hehe. Very funny. Anyways, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Oh. Quick question. What day of the week is best for you?

"I'm free next Tuesday evening if that works?"

"Works for me."

"Same set-up as before? I'll let you know when Sojiro is out. And Morgana."

ANN TAKAMAKI

"Perfect. See you at school tomorrow."

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The long wait for Tuesday to finally roll around became almost unbearable for Akira. Their talk at the diner had been on Friday, meaning that the entire weekend and a Monday lay between him and Ann's next evening together. It was a long wait, underpinned by the fact that he and Ann spent quite a fair time together. First at school on the Saturday, then in Madarame's Palace on Sunday, and even more time at School on Monday. Each time, the two of them acted as if they had agreed upon nothing and things were business as usual, all the while silently acknowledging the fact that they would be naked and doing god knows what together in only a few days. In the end, Akira had to separate their time alone from their work as the Phantom Thieves, a fact that became painfully difficult when in the Metaverse. He had of course noticed her outfit beforehand, but now that he had seen her naked and knew that she was at least sexually attracted to him, the tight latex catsuit became a stiff reminder of her delectable naked body. It was skin-tight, which meant there was little room for imagination. The latex clung to her ample breasts, seemingly plumping them up and offering an utterly divine cleavage to ogle. The zip that ran along the front of the outfit just begged to be slowly pulled down, slowly unveiling the delights within. Each inch would show more and more of her creamy skin, trailing all the way down to her slick, awaiting pussy. Those first days in the Palace were short and unproductive to say the least given Akira's distractions. Not to mention the multiple times he pondered whether or not you would be able to remove clothing in the Metaverse. The outfits seemed to just appear, so it didn't seem likely they could be peeled off and discarded. But, the Metaverse worked in mysterious ways and if there was ever a reality that would allow him to slowly tease away that latex layer from Ann's body; it seemed as if the Metaverse would be the reality to bet on. Short of buying the outfit in the real world…

Eventually, the day came around. Tactfully putting off going to the Palace, Akira ensured that he would be as energetic as possible. As soon as school was over, he hurried home and headed to the bathhouse, ignoring Morgana's urges to wait for later and ensuring that he was as clean as possible. The long wait for Sojiro to finally close up shop and head home was as frustrating as the wait for Tuesday to roll around, but eventually he shouted his goodbyes, giving Akira complete control over the shop. Giving Morgana an excuse to give him some time, Akira made his way downstairs and texted Ann, eager for their night of fu… experimenting to begin. A few moments later, the bell above Leblanc's door rang and Ann stepped through, letting the door shut behind her, "Hey Akira, I… It still smells like coffee… Mmm… I'll have to stop by here sometime to actually have a cup. Sorry… I got distracted."

"I could make you a cup if you want. Sojiro's teaching me. Can't say it's as good as his, but it's not half-bad," Akira offered, somewhat forgetting what they were actually going to do. The rush of Ann appearing at the doorway distracted from their intent. The fact this was reality and not a fantastical dream he had come up leant to that reaction.

"A tempting offer… Maybe afterwards. I'm anxious to get started," Ann giggled, her thoughts remaining focussed. She had spent the entire train-ride over her thinking about it and imagining things, so it was hard to not just want to jump into it.

"Same. Very… very anxious," Akira breathed, standing nervously in the middle of the coffee-shop, neither of them moving despite very plainly discussing that they wanted to get started. Admittedly, there was a nervous fervour between the two. Last time, things appeared to escalate, and they were carried along with it. This time, they didn't have a playful reason to begin getting steamy.

"Right. Same… I mean…" Ann stammered, repeating herself as she fumbled over her words. Breaking into a chuckle, she fixed her hair as she looked at Akira with a giggle, "It's funny how confident we were back at the diner compared to now."

"You still want to… to do this?" Akira asked, almost trying to reassure himself. It was still a little too good to be true. Regardless, he was eager to explore this new avenue with Ann. He just didn't want to pressure her down the same road. Not that he was the dominant one in pursuing this.

"Yeah! Of course. I suppose we'll get into it more when we actually get started. The… pre-amble isn't exactly exciting…" Ann smiled. It was a question that she had asked herself multiple times, yet no matter what, she never changed her answer. Even on the train-ride over and the walk from the station, she asked herself again and again, and never once did she even consider the answer no. She was stalwart in her belief, even her stomach was still twisting.

"That's kinda how it went last time. Nervous before. But it got easier out mid-way through," Akira said, acknowledging that both of them were waiting for the other to make the move upstairs. Realising that this was technically his house and that he was standing in the way of the stairs, he quickly caught on and turned towards the back of the coffee-shop, "We should probably stop talking about it and go upstairs."

"Sounds good," Ann said, feeling as if she had to say something. In moments liken this where nerves bubbled beneath the surface amidst anxious excitement, she found herself wanting to ensure that she didn't end up being the last person to speak. Strange as it was, she felt obliged to mutter a meaningless statement before simply letting the air hang silent. Still, she followed Akira towards the stairs and climbed in the comely little room that Akira called his own. It had changed very little, with the only addition being a heavy TV sat on the table. Fittingly retro for Akira's bedroom. Besides that, it had gotten a little cleaner. Then again, it didn't take much to make it cleaner. Not that it was dirty. It lingered in a strange limbo. Regardless, it was a comforting place to say the least. It certainly warmed her beating heart a little to be back in it.

"So…" Akira sighed, stepping into the centre of the room, uncertain how to progress, yet eager to get started, nonetheless. Ann turned to him, smirking herself as she saw the same look, she was wearing mirrored on Akira. Something about being back in Akira's room, the place they had done all this before, filled her with a sense of confidence and comfort.

"Shall we get started?" Ann smiled, dropping her bag and jacket onto the small sofa and turning back to Akira, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she felt her excitement bubbling to the forefront. Seeing Ann more energetic, instilled that similar confidence in Akira. Giving a stoic nod in response, Akira waited for Ann to take the lead, still being unsure with how to proceed. With a smile, Ann closed the distance between the two of them, "I suppose we should start by getting naked."

"Right… I'll ju…" Akira began, lifting his hands to undo the buttons on his blazer, only to have Ann's fingers beat him there. A little taken aback, Akira felt his heart skip as she began to nimbly undo the fastened buttons, loosing the closing for him. There was something strangely arousing about the idea of getting stripped naked by someone else, yet Akira struggled to actualise his thoughts regarding it. It was almost… intimate. Pulling his blazer off his arms, Ann dropped it to the ground before returning to his shirt, noting his inaction.

"My buttons work just the same as yours…" Ann giggled, watching as Akira's face blush a soft red, the boy stammering a meek and unnoteworthy response before mimicking Ann's movements. Reaching forwards, he popped the first button loose, exposing her collar-bone. An innocuous sight, but one that still sent a shiver through his crotch under the circumstances. Breathing softly, he and Ann navigated one another's arms, slowly working their way along each other's shirts, exposing more and more of the other's flesh. Each time Akira's thumb dipped into her clothing and brushed against her soft skin, the two of them breathed softly inwards. It was noticeable enough that they caught themselves doing it but were oblivious to the other's intake. Eventually, the last button fell loose on Ann's shirt and Akira went to pull it off her, unthreading her arms from the sleeves and unveiling her simple cotton bra. It was a muted blue colour with a slight frill running along the curve of the cup, outlining the soft creaminess of her flesh. Before Akira could ogle the sight any further, Ann had unfastened his last button and pulled his shirt free of him, exposing his lithe, somewhat athletic frame. Her hand lifted itself to his chest, resting a moment on his skin before dropping unceremoniously downwards to his belt.

He had been stopped by the lingering moment her hand held in place, yet Akira was quick to restart his efforts, reaching behind Ann and fumbling a little with her clasp. To Ann's surprise -and Akira's-, her bra was unclasped within seconds, falling loosely on her shoulders. It took little effort to peel it away, unveiling her delightful breasts; a sight Akira had visualised in his mind countless times since their last session. Her nipples were soft to begin with, round pink circles standing atop her creamy mounds, yet as the cold air took to them and goosebumps ignited across her skin, the tiny nub at the centre of each circle began to harden, standing proudly and prominently in place. Unable to deny himself, Akira cupped one of her breasts, tracing his thumb along the soft curve, guiding it up to her nipple and continuing to run circles around it. It took Akira a moment to realise that Ann's hands had frozen at his belt, no longer moving to undo it. Presuming that he had gone too far, too soon, his hand began to fall away from her breast, allowing it to spring back into its place. Ann's lips parted, her lower one quivering slightly as she brought her eyes up from Akira's crotch, capturing his gaze as she did so.

"You don't have to stop," she murmured softly, half begging. It was a subtle pleasure, but it was a pleasure nonetheless. Her nipples were hardly the fountain of satisfaction that her pussy was, yet she was taken by it all the same. Not wanting her hands to linger idly any longer, Akira was quick to return his own to her tits, opting to squeeze the other one, slowly working to coax her nipples to harder peaks. They felt rigid beneath his thumb yet were pliable to the slightest press. And her breasts seemed to melt in his palms, all before springing back into place. They tender and soft to the touch, and evidently sensitive, given Ann's low breaths as she continued to unbuckle Akira's belt at a much slower pace. Her nipples tingled at each brushing glance of Akira's thumb, the girl wanting his hand to rest over them longer than they ever did, prompting her to push her chest lightly forwards, almost encouraging more purposeful groping from him. Yet, he remained measured in his fondling, glancing from breast to breast with a delicate touch, almost infuriating Ann with how tantalising each slight movement was. He couldn't have been doing it on purpose she thought; could he?

Conscious of her own inactivity, Ann continued to clumsily pluck her belt loose, popping the buckle free of itself and loosening his trousers. Her hands curled in towards the zipper and inched it down, his trousers dropping several inches on his body, catching mid-way along his thighs. Breathing softly, Ann realised that in order to peel continue stripping him, she would have to drop downwards and brush Akira's hands away from their place on her breasts. Finding herself taking a moment to prepare, Ann allowed herself a few more seconds of Akira's fondling, only to relent and allow him a few more seconds, with each concession spilling into the next until she found herself having allowed a further minute of his furtive explorative gropes. Brushing her moment of weakness to the side, Ann emboldened herself and focussed on her prior resolve. This… this wasn't purely for pleasure. It was… She couldn't just stand there like that… Every excuse she found faltered on itself until she found one that she could resonate with. If she didn't get his trousers off, she would never be able to see his cock. And if she remained in place, they would never move to more concrete and sensational pleasures. With that, she dropped unceremoniously to her knees, taking Akira by surprise as he felt her nipple catch on his fingers, a ping of sudden pleasure rushing through Ann's body. Her decisive action was undercut by that pang of pleasure, one that elicited a sudden moan of delight from her supple lips. Distracted once again, she forced her attention back on its trousers, tasking herself with removing them at all costs.

Tugging them downwards, she threaded them along his legs, pulling them to his feet. As best as she could, she managed to free the garment from his feet, pulling them clumsily off and tossing them to the side. She hadn't admired Akira's body properly last time, finding herself too consumed in the moment. Her preconceived notions that he would be a thin and bony person were somewhat countered by his admittedly slender but athletic frame. He was by no means muscular or toned, but he had enough definition to dissuade the label of scrawny. If anything, it was quite appealing to the eye. An opinion that Akira mirrored towards her. Seeing her on her knees conjured up such immediate implications. Whilst his cock had been hard for several minutes now, looking down at her expectant face, her features drawn into a meek smile, Akira could feel himself throbbing, pulsating even. Pre-cum was beginning to soak through the fabric of his boxers as his tip gleamed and glistened with the substance, his entire shaft straining to be released. As Ann saw his cock outlined in the fabric, she felt butterflies swell in her stomach. Her hand moved to free him, yet she stopped midway, uncertain and uneasy. Why was she so nervous? This was what she wanted. She knew this was what she wanted. She had debated that fact countless times before and always arrived at this conclusion. She wanted this. Then why was she so anxious about it. So weak in her resolve to see through what she so desperately wanted. Those thoughts lurched forwards for all but a moment before she brute-forced her way through, reaching up and grabbing the hem of his boxer shorts. Unceremoniously tugging them downwards, she unwittingly caught his cock the fabric, painfully dragging it down with it. Gritting his teeth, Akira grunted, his fists tightly clenched.

"Sorry! I… I didn't mean to… Erm… Are you alright?" Ann asked, her hand lunging to grab Akira's cock, instinctively trying to put it back into place as if it was an object, she had accidentally knocked off a table. Her lunge to grab it caused her hand to glide across the tip, smearing pre-cum across her palm and sending a burst of pleasure through Akira's body, quelling any discomfort she may have caused.

"Yeah… I'm… I'm fine. Don't worry about it," Akira smirked, a low moan escaping his lips as he savoured the feeling of Ann's hands wrapped around his cock. That intoxicating thrum of his pulsating flesh gave Ann pause. She could feel each throb rushing through his cock. That warmth, that heat, that emanating delight. It gave her shivers. Suddenly, her mind was filled with that exquisite satisfaction that came from their previous encounter, those moments of pure ecstasy. Almost beginning to salivate, she eyed up the cock in front of her, that thick length that she had come to enjoy so readily. Primed and in position to enjoy another endless evening of sexual exploration, she had the very means to catalyse such a night resting in her hands. It was the perfect opportunity to lean forwards and capture him in her mouth, yet as she traced the ridges and veins with her fingers, that rush of uncertainty and weakening resolve claimed her. That was all it took. A single moment of hesitating weakness to cause her frustration to flare up. A part of her wanted to prove that niggling doubt in herself wrong and drool hungrily over his cock, gorging herself out of spite, yet her stomach continued to twist, prompting her to try and distract herself, all the while losing herself in the delightful look of Akira's cock. Her had shaven. Or rather, trimmed himself up and neatly shaven himself to a rather modest appearance. The neatness of it was undoubtedly purposeful given how wild and untamed he was previously. The change gave Ann another reason for anxiety. Did he expect her to shave? She was as wild as she was before, completely untamed, with thick tufts of blonde hair crowning her pussy. She couldn't deny how much nicer his cock looked with the cleaner and more refined appearance, furthering her self-consciousness.

"You… er… You shaved?" Ann commented, once again relying on her tendency to fill a silence whenever it arose, feeling almost compulsive in her need to keep the conversation going, even when she was deep in something as intimate and unconventionally sociable as this. It admittedly felt weird to be cradling his cock whilst keeping up what was innocuous and passing small-talk.

"Oh, yeah. It seemed like a good idea. It felt like it got in the way last time," Akira explained, glancing down at himself and admiring his own handiwork. Admittedly, had he understood that they were going to do what they did last time, he would have shaved prior to their fist interaction. However, his intimate involvement wasn't made known.

"Right. Erm… I… I haven't… I haven't shaved. I didn't realise that it…" Ann blushed self-consciously, gesturing down to her skirt and panties, a little unsure about unveiling her now comparatively thick bush. Even now, it felt uncomfortably thick in her panties. Despite a part of her brain saying that she had no reason to worry and that someone strong would be confident regardless, she found herself twisting her thighs inwards out of nerves.

"Don't worry about it. I really don't mind. I just thought it was… well, I was at the bathhouse and it just… it was easy to do. I didn't mean to imply…" Akira stammered in response, realising the undertones of his decision. Before he could continue, Ann dropped her hands from his cock and stood upright, her face clouded with internal debate as she looked straight at Akira.

"Right… Do me?" she stammered, trying to keep the momentum and moment going as her cheeks turned a deepening red and her fingers began to shake. That anxiety claimed her once more, but she clung to what resolve she had left, waiting expectantly for Akira to interpret her rather vague instructions.

"Do you?" he asked uncertainly, looking at her in confusion. His predisposed understanding of 'doing' someone was undoubtedly not what she meant, yet he wasn't quite able to figure out exactly what she wanted of him. Though, in the end, he could have guessed.

"My clothes? I'm starting to feel a little over-dressed," she giggled nervously, spurring him into taking action as opposed to directly doing it herself. Clenching her fists tightly, she stopped her shaking fingers, growing increasingly frustrated with herself as she did everything, she could to quell her nerves, but finding it almost completely impossible to do so in the end.

"Oh, yeah… Sorry," Akira murmured, cluing in and dropping down to his knees. Stifling a gasp as Akira dropped, Ann watched as he effortlessly unclasped her skirt, folding carefully onto the floor, unveiling her tights and panty-clad pussy. The way he moved was so purposeful and precise; as if he knew exactly what he was doing. The confidence with which he hooked his fingers into her black tights and began to roll them down her slim, creamy legs, his hot breath caressing her soft skin as he did so, was astounding. It made Ann's previously clumsy undressing increasingly frustrating to her. Tossing her tights to the side, Akira looked up at her nearly completely naked body, with only her white cotton panties remaining, a tiny patch of wet fabric beginning to outline her folds. Grabbing them by their waistband, Akira slowly peeled them away, unhooking them from her plump ass cheeks and dropping them down to the ground. Casually stepping out of the garment, Ann felt a strange freeness in her nudity. Given her inner turmoil, she expected being naked to simply add to her wealth of nerves, yet, it was instead a rather calming experience. The liberty in the exposure alongside Akira's avid, lustful looks was affirming to say the least. She could plainly see on Akira's face just how much he delighted in her naked body. The soft curves of her hips and rounded bounce of her ass cheeks. The supple springiness to her breasts and her tiny pink nipples. Even the wild nature of her hairy pussy and the glistening folds beneath. All of it captivated Akira in a similar way to Ann's intrigue and fixation on Akira's cock. That shared lustful look on each of their faces towards the other was a strangely perverse bond the two shared. It convinced Ann that her twisting stomach was perhaps not as pointed a weakness as she assumed. Slowly, Akira's hand ran across her thighs, dancing nimbly across her creamy skin, hooking onto her hips. His eyes stared up at her from behind his glasses, the look intense and purposeful. Ann's breath caught in her throat as he asked one last time, "You still sure about this?"

"Of course. You don't have to keep…" Ann began, only to have her words stolen away from her as Akira leant forwards and drove his tongue through the cleft of her folds. Immediately, pleasure began to shudder through her slender frame, her knees quivering as Akira wrestled his way through her pubic hair. It took her by surprise to say the least. The last time they did this, things were slow and steady. Neither of them had been exceptionally confident before, with things slowly escalating in tandem with their lust and libidos. But this time, Akira was immediate with his movements. It had taken three quarters of an hour for him to bring his tongue to her pussy before, but today it had only taken ten minutes. She told herself it was only natural. Things had moved so quickly because they didn't need to overcome those initial hurdles, but that didn't stop her from being so taken aback by the sudden movements Akira had taken. Not that she was complaining. Perhaps it was like ripping of a band-aid. Now that Akira had driven his tongue towards her pussy, they had no reason to be nervous. In truth, Ann was kind of glad that it was Akira who took that plunge. Not only for the pleasure now coursing through her body, but also because she didn't know if she could have done the same with such confidence. In fact, deep down, she knew she couldn't since she had been on her knees in front of Akira's cock only minutes ago and she found herself struggling to coax herself into leaning forwards and clasping her lips into place around his cock. However, those thoughts quickly dissipating, becoming replaced with silky bliss of Akira's tongue against her sensitive pussy, his hot breath cascading over her dripping wet, arousal-soaked folds, just in time for her to finish her sentence with a squeaky moan, "Asking… Oh…"

Akira gave little thought to immediacy, taking Ann at her word that this was what she wanted and committing to it. Not only that but being face to face with her pussy instilled a hunger to taste her once more. As he wormed his tongue through her hair and ran it from the base of her slit to the top, he sate that hunger. The warmth of her pussy inspired more voracious movements with his tongue. Running his tongue up and down her slit, her wove the tip amidst each of her folds, working back and forth along her labia and exploring the many nooks of her delectable anatomy. He had completely forgotten anything about his previous encounter with Ann's pussy -aside from the honeyed taste- and as such he was flying blind once more. He simply allowed his tongue to glide and weave across her slit, lapping hungrily whenever another bead of arousal produced itself. Each flick of his tongue worked to spread her folds a little wide, her entrance beginning to peek from beneath her nested lips. Not that Akira could see it. Not only was he too close to her, but his glasses were beginning to lightly fog, the intensifying heat of Ann's pleasured pussy beginning to mist what little vision he had. He took that as a good thing. That he was providing ample satisfaction to her. Her moans complimented that assumption, with her lips being parted in perpetual moans, each one driven from her core by another wave of pleasure. Her clit begged to be touched, yet the only satiation she got on that front was Akira's nose occasionally bouncing against it as he wove his tongue across her lips. She didn't have to want for pleasure in spite of that. In fact, she could feel her knees beginning to quiver and shake, threatening to buckle. She had the comfort of laying down last time. Being stood up meant she could feel the effects the pleasure had on her body, her knees shaking and her head feeling light with dizzying bliss.

Completely focussed on the task in front of him, Akira slipped his hands around to Ann's hips, gently holding her pinched waist. Unbeknownst to him, his grip helped Ann steady herself, giving her something to rest against as the pleasure coursed through her legs. Drawing his tongue down her pussy, he felt her entrance draw at the tip, trying to pull him deeper inside her. Relenting to her pussy, Akira pushed inside, driving his tongue as deep inside her as he possibly could. Arching his tongue as best he could, he thrust his chin forwards, pressing it snugly against her folds, the warmth of her arousal beginning smear against his skin. Her tightness was immense, clutching and drawing him deeper. Doing his best to comply, Akira felt his tongue ache, prompting him to pull it back a little and focus on ravaging the shallower portions of her depths. Every inch of her was exceptionally sensitive so Ann could hardly complain. Yet, as Akira pushed him tongue into, Ann felt her knees spasm, prompting her to drop her hands to Akira's head, threading her fingers through his wild black hair. Clutching tightly to his head, she used it to steady herself, reaffirming her stance. Looking up, Akira felt his cock twitch at the sight. Straining through his misted glasses, he relished the sight of Ann's pleasure-ridden face. Not only that, but he had was able to savour the sight of Ann's breasts from below, admiring the round weight of each perfect globe, the erectness of her nipples being more pronounced when viewed from beneath.

The salacious sight, inspired Akira's tongue into more intense movements, wriggling and writhing within her, his lips pinned tightly against her folds as he dove deeper and deeper. Akira's hands curved around from Ann's hips, slipping around and behind her, cupping her juicy ass cheeks. Unable to resist, Akira let out a groan of pleasure as he sunk his fingers into her round cheeks, the plump fleshy handfuls proving to be more sublime than he could have imagined. Hugging them tightly, he pulled her hips forwards slightly, arching his tongue deeper within her, exploring untouched portions of her pussy. Ann was in heaven. She hadn't forgotten how good it felt to have her pussy licked, the pleasure coursing through her body still took her by surprise. Cradling Akira's head against her crotch, she angled her hips in such a manner that allowed Akira more access to her pussy, pinning him tighter against her folds. That desire to have her clit teased and licked prevailed. The sensitive bead began a burning, throbbing itch. She tried to shift Akira's head so that his nose would be thrust against it, yet it wasn't aligned. Soon enough, the itch became so pronounced that Ann used her grip on Akira's head to guide him. Slowly, she coaxed his tongue from her depths, the man renewing her exploration of her outer folds. He didn't stop. Oh, he didn't stop, she thought. Guiding his tongue along her slit, she drew a bated breath as the tip curled towards her clit, ready to scratch that burning itch. The moment Akira's tongue met with her clit, Ann gasped suddenly, her breath catching in her throat. The pleasure was intense and sublime. Her lips curled into a pleasure-consumed smile, only for that expression to slip suddenly away as her left knee buckled.

"Ah!" she squealed, staggering suddenly as she fought to remain upright. Her fingers clutched at Akira's head, her body stumbling backwards. She aimed for Akira's bed, managing to catch the edge of the mattress with one of her hands, using it to steady herself. Pushing up, she slumped onto the mattress, letting go of Akira's head as she did so, her breath ragged, "I'm okay… I'm… I'm okay… Wow… I really need to work on my stamina. My legs feel like jelly. And here I was thinking all the running around in the Metaverse was making me fitter."

"I don't think the Metaverse can make us better at this sort of thing," Akira chuckled as he removed his glasses and wiped them clean. Even in a blurry state, Ann had a certain salacious appeal. Wiping his chin, he moved to the bed beside her, his cock standing prominently and expectantly between his thighs.

"True," Ann smirked, her eyes drawn instantly to his throbbing arousal. It called to her. She remembered how interesting it felt to suck on before. How erotic and arousing the experience was. Yet, even in recalling those feelings she still found it difficult to just lunge hungrily at it in the same way Akira did to her pussy, "You really just went for it, huh? No hesitation?"

"Well… You said it was what you wanted… And I… I really wanted to try it again," Akira explained, still having the taste of her sweetness on his tongue, the faint aroma of her arousal lingering in the air. He felt a little self-conscious about how readily he did what he did, worrying that he was too bold in comparison to what Ann was expecting from him.

"That's how I felt. When I was on my knees in front of you. Your… manhood," Ann began, struggling with the terminology, only to elicit a stifled snort from Akira, "Shut up. Fine, your cock? Well, it was there. And all I could think was, 'I really want to try sucking it again'. That was all I could think. But… I just couldn't make my body do it. I don't know how I did it so easily last time. Maybe I was stronger then."

"I thought this wasn't about strength anymore?" Akira asked. Ann had seemed so insistent about discarding the façade of this being some kind of strength training, yet here she was returning to subject again. It seemed that strength was always so seated in her mind.

"So, did I. I'm starting to think I just don't know what strength is," Ann sighed, voicing the concern that seemed to be on her mind so often. Even when she came to a realisation about strength, it never seemed to last. She always felt so emboldened after her conversations with Shiho and Akira, but it always faded away so quickly. It always made her doubt herself. Wondering if they were the strong ones and she just siphoned strength from them. Silence fell in the room, a silence that momentarily compounded what Ann was thinking. Yet, Akira once again spoke up, his words drawing her from her slump.

"I think you do know what strength is. Wanting something and working to get it. Not being afraid of what you want. Not caring about what other people think. Not letting other people's expectations hold you back," Akira explained, listing off the countless different revelations Ann had about strength and what it meant, all before telling her a truth she hadn't realised, "I think that you just expect to be strong the moment you realise what strength is."

Those words sounded like a gunshot for Ann as she sat there mulling them over. He was right. Of course, he was right. He was always right about this stuff. It made so much sense and made Ann feel like an idiot for not realising ti sooner, "You sound like Shiho. Always making me realise how much a dumb idiot I am. In a good way. I… I suppose I just don't want to let anyone down by not being strong enough."

"I don't…" Akira began, seeing the look on Ann's face and worrying that she was sinking deeper into her own uncertainty. It was a worry that wasn't necessary and was one that was swiftly shattered as Ann leapt to her feet in a moment of animated intent, throwing her hair back as she puffed her chest out.

"No, I'm done feeling sorry for myself. You're right. I need to stop second guessing myself. Knowing what strength is; that's half the battle. Now I need to work on it. Challenge myself. Become better," Ann resolved, her face stoic and driven. Turning around to face Akira, her resolve was momentarily weakened as her eyes fell back onto his cock. However, she quickly reaffirmed her intent, steeling her nerves and pursuing the desires she felt so strongly, "So… I'm… I'm going to suck your cock…"

"Back to strength training we go," Akira chuckled, breaking through Ann's stern expression, and pulling a giggle out from her as she cocked her hips and playfully glared at him. She was glad for it. The burst of motivation she had displayed was disastrously serious and she would have regretted sucking his cock under such steely circumstances. This was meant to be fun after all. Whilst the seriousness of her expression softened, her resolve remained firm. Pushing Akira back onto the bed, she prompted him to lay flat on his back. Kneeling by his chest, Ann brought her head over to his cock, positioning herself on all fours looking down at Akira's shaft and unintentionally giving Akira a delectable view of her ass cheeks, her wet, hairy pussy poking out from between her thighs, still gleaming from Akira's diligent efforts earlier. Momentarily distracted by her shapely rear and how tantalisingly close it was, Akira's attention was drawn back to Ann's face as she began to murmur softly to herself, her words barely understandable from his reclined position.

"Right, Ann… No backing down now. You did it before. You can do it again. Like a band-aid. But not a band-aid. Band-aids hurt. You want this. You know you want this. You want it… so take it…" Ann breathed to herself, drumming herself up with her own personal pep-talk. As her words drew to a close, she leant forwards and clasped her lips around the bulbous head of Akira's cock, feeling the warm throb of his flesh fill the velvety embrace of her mouth. And as she did so, she felt that deep rush of excitement, that carnal drive that had pushed her to gorge herself on his length the previous time. Stepping beyond that hurdle once more, Ann's body relaxed, her eyes rolling closed as she let out a soft, yet muffled, "Mmmm…"

As she relaxed into it, she rolled her mouth a little further along Akira's cock, bringing her tongue to the bulbous tip once more. Flicking the tip of her tongue back and forth, she playfully teased his head with the very tip, tasting the streaks of pre-cum that lathered his purplish flesh. The taste was all too familiar, with it instilling a further confidence in her. Lapping hungrily at the head, she made licked it clean of every last bead of pre-cum, replacing the glossy shimmer with the shine of her own saliva. Her hand remained cradled around the base of his cock, holding him steady whilst feeling the throb of his arousal, his shaft twitching in response to the slightest squeeze. Akira's breath caught in his throat as he revelled in the pleasure of Ann's mouth. It was a feeling he had committed to memory, yet it still continued to intoxicate him in the blissful wonder of it all. The warm way in which her tongue wove back and forth, smearing her slickened saliva across his cock, her hot breath rushing down his shaft as she let of soft moans and squeaks of her own pleasure. Akira did his best to temper his moans, not wanting to appear guttural and unkempt in his satisfaction, yet he found himself completely unable to help himself from letting out a few unbecoming grunts; grunts that caused Ann to smirk, her shift in expression causing her lips to tighten in place. Growing more and more comfortable, Ann clambered up onto the bed completely, propping herself up on both her knees, her body almost parallel with Akira's as she began to intensify her oral attentions.

Laying her tongue flat against the base of her mouth, she angled her head so that Akira's cock was pushing further into her mouth. Slowly, she eased her lips further down his cock, inching further and further with each passing moment. She didn't allow herself to completely give over to her desires, deciding instead to take it nice and slow. Just like she did last time. Working her lips down his cock to a comfortable place, she began to draw them back, making sure to work considerable amounts of saliva into his flesh, lathering it liberally to ensure that her lips glided effortlessly along his cock. Bobbing up and down, she pushed herself that little bit further with each downward plunge, worming her lips a tiny bit further as she built a steady rhythm. She knew her limit. She had discovered it the last time. The moment she tried to take him into her throat, her gullet seized up, clenching down tightly and hampering any further progress. In that moment, she was determined to push beyond that. Even if it was massively uncomfortable and resulted in her choking and gagging, she wanted to do it. She wanted to try it. And for Ann, that was enough of a spirited push to set her on her way. Plunge after plunge, push after push; Ann's lips slipped further and further down his cock, her entire body rocking in sync with her slurping lips. Ann shifted her weight back and forth, the steady movements prompting Akira's gaze to return to her ass. Her plump juicy cheeks would lightly jiggle as she rocked her body back and forth, the slightest shift in weight causing her ass to bounce in the most enticing and erotic way. Needless to say, it captivated Akira's teenage imagination.

Working her lips back down his cock, Ann stopped just shy of her throat, teasing the entrance as she tried to defeat her gag-reflex. Everytime, she pushed against her throat, another surge of gags would push from her gullet, sending her spluttering. At first, Akira was worried his cock was choking her, but as she drew backwards and restored her composure with a few measured and controlled sucks, he was confident that she putting herself through her gagging on purpose. Relaxing her throat, she once again pushed downwards, feeling the tip jut uncomfortably against her throat. Fighting the urge to gag, she felt her cheeks growing flustered as she desperately wanted to cough. Swallowing, she managed to force herself to push onwards with the head of Akira's cock slipping into her throat. The briefest moment of celebration rushed over her before her throat tightened and forced his cock out, spluttered tearing their way from her chest. Pulling back, she felt saliva drip over her chin as she pulled his cock from her mouth, her eyes a little bleary. Resuming her handjob, she kept stroking his cock as she caught her breath, wiping her eye as she did so. Before Akira could ask if she was alright, Ann lunged back forwards with a determined slurp, latching her lips onto his cock as if she was afraid she wouldn't be able to do so again without another pep-talk. Her cheeks hollowed as she bathed his cock in saliva, the odd gag still surfacing, especially as she bobbed her lips down far enough to prod the back of her throat. She didn't try to deepthroat Akira again, deciding that now wasn't the time for it. She wanted to savour and enjoy the experience so as to hold it as a positive memory in her mind. Not to spend it smeared in her own saliva amidst and uncontrolled coughing fit. Moaning around his length, she became more spirited in his movements, her ass continuing to bounce in that tantalising way.

Biting his lip, Akira couldn't help himself and reached out and grabbed Ann's ass. His hand melted through her cheek like butter, her flesh filling his grasp fully. Moaning deeply as he groped at her tender cheek, he peeled it away from the other, flaunting her hairy pussy and tight puckered asshole. Her arousal glistened from between her thighs, her legs beginning to shimmer slightly from the beads of arousal rolling down her skin. Ann moaned happily as her ass was fondled. It wasn't as sensitive as her breasts were, but it was still an incredibly satisfying thing. Having Akira's soft hand pull at her cheeks, playing with them with a perverse satisfaction. She always thought her ass was big and fat, yet Akira relished each and every moment that he had his hand on her shapely rear. That only served to spur her onwards, her lips bouncing faster and faster, the slick pool of saliva in her mouth serving to create a sloppy sucking sound, one that filled the entirety of the room. Letting his eyes roll briefly closed, Akira felt as though he was in heaven. Reclining on his bed as a hot girl lavished his cock with her mouth, his hand sunk into their round and juicy ass. The lustful arousal he was beginning to feel was becoming intense. A sentiment that was shared by Ann. The faster her lips moved, the deeper her arousal began. Her pussy was thrumming with pleasure, her orgasm rearing its head despite no stimulation being driven through her folds. Whilst she was nowhere near close to cumming, she still felt that familiar throb and thrum of the pleasures promised. And as she plunged her lips faster and faster along Akira's cock, she couldn't help but wish for pleasure of her own; a desire that prompted a change in position.

Plucking her lips from Akira's cock, she rose to her knees, a spark of lust in her eyes as she continued to stroke his cock. She turned slightly in her position, her pussy dripping wet. She lowered a hand down to her folds and spread them apart, teasing her own anatomy in a way that inadvertently garnered Akira's attention. Aware that he didn't bring her to orgasm, he pounced, toppling Ann flat onto the bed. Gasping, she reclined against the sheets, spreading her legs. Akira swept up from between her thighs, pressing his lips first against her calves. Inch by inch, he planted soft kiss after soft kiss, climbing along her body. His mouth went past her pussy, giving her only a fleet kiss against her clit. Trailing along her flat stomach, he arrived at her breasts, giving each nipple a warm, slickened flick of his tongue. His momentum carried him forwards until his lips hovered in front of Ann's face, the two staring into each other's eyes with a heated passion. It was only then that the two of them noticed the position they were in. Ann's legs were spread right apart, Akira's cock hovering above Ann's folds, his tip lingering dangerously close to her entrance. Their eyes met; a spark of arousal shared between them. Their lips were so close to meeting. The suggestiveness of the situation was unmistakable. The purpose of this position undeniable. Ann's hand went to Akira's cock, holding him in place, almost angling him towards her entrance. Their desires spoke for them. Their cock and cunt the ones doing the thinking. It wasn't until Akira spoke the sentence than Ann had protested against earlier.

"You sure you want to do this?" he asked, thinking that a step as monumental as losing their virginities required a little confirmation on both their part. Akira couldn't think of a better possibility than being balls deep in her, yet he didn't want to take advantage of her heightened arousal. With her hand around his cock, she glanced down, seeing how close he was to her folds. Just how close she was to losing her virginity with him.

"No… I-I-I…" Ann breathed, shirking the haze of lust that had overcome. Her heart raced as she let go of Akira's cock, shivering as it bounced against her folds. Nodding, Akira pulled away, blushing softly at how he led the charge on their change in position, worrying that he had overstepped. Ann was quick to note the look on his face, rolling to sit on the edge of the bed and clarify, "I mean, I don't want to right now… Erm… Not here. Not like this…"

"Right. I understand," Akira replied, assuming that Ann was implying that she was interested in losing her virginity, but just not with him. Which was something he understood. He saw their sexual activities not as something that was to be expected. They were having fun and exploring themselves. Neither of them owed the other anything, so he couldn't act like he was being led on.

"I don't think you do. I would… I would like to do that with you. I'm… I'm just not ready right now. Not tonight," Ann explained, her cheeks turning a deep beet red as she discussed the prospect of sex. She looked at Akira with a softness in her expression, tapping into her thoughts and desires. She wanted to do that. That wasn't just her lust speaking. She wasn't bound by the expectation that she had to wait for marriage or something like that. She also wasn't particularly fussed about it being with someone she loved. She wanted it to be with someone she trusted. Someone she wouldn't regret doing it with. And Akira was just that. Resting her hand on his thigh, she smiled, "But I will be. I want to… And… I will."

"You don't have to unless you really want to. But I'll still be here," Akira added, not wanting Ann to feel like she had to spread her legs for his sake. As much as he wished she would do that, he wouldn't feel right if she was begrudgingly doing it out of expectation. It was the avid enthusiasm that Ann brought to her blowjobs that made it so spectacular. Akira could only imagine that something as intimate as sex would be made all the better by a distinct investment from the both of them. Not necessarily romantic.

"I'll hold you to that. But for now… I think we should focus on our… y'know," Ann chirped, leaning over and giving Akira's cock a playful squeeze, all the while threading a hand down to her folds. They were both still very aroused and in need of relief, prompting Ann to ask, "Do you want to go first or shall I?"

"Why choose?" Akira proposed, causing Ann to raise an eyebrow. She was still somewhat inexperienced with sex. She hadn't even watched much porn beyond a few initial videos to try and figure out her brand-new toy. As such, Akira's suggestion was utterly lost on her.

"Hmmm? What do you mean?" Ann asked innocently, wondering if he had some perverse new sex act that would all the two of them to be pleasured at once. Well, Ann could think of one way, but they had just discussed why she wasn't going to do that.

"Well, before we had our… moment. I was thinking of doing something," Akira explained, remembering the position they were in and just how close Ann's delectable rear was to him. They were practically doing it already. They just needed to shift a little bit to make it work, "Just… Let's get back into the position we were in."

Reclining back onto the bed, Akira shifted himself over, watching as Ann got back onto her knees beside him, her lips back down towards his cock. Holding him by the base, she angled his cock upright, glancing over her shoulders just in time to catch Akira ogling her arse, "Okay. Should I start sucking?"

"One moment…" Akira called out, reaching over and grabbing Ann's leg. Lifting it up, he coaxed her into straddling his face, bringing her hairy pussy above him, her knees resting either side of his head, their bodies positioned in a perfect sixty-nine, ready for the mutual bliss of shared pleasure. Running his hands along his thighs, Akira cupped both her juicy ass cheeks, giving them a light squeeze as his cock twitched in Ann's grasp, her hot breath running down his shaft, "There. No waiting for our turn."

"I didn't think of that!" Ann beamed; her mind open to brand-new possibilities. It seemed so simple, yet the idea never dawned on her. For her, a blowjob and pussy-licking were two decidedly separate things that lacked any crossover besides being orally related. Her momentary giddiness at the revelation was quickly superseded by Akira pulling her hips downwards, prompting her to sink her ass down onto his face, giving him close and comfortable access to her gleaming anatomy, "I suppose there's nothing left but to…"

Immediately, Ann took Akira back into her mouth, rolling her lips along his saliva-slickened cock. There was a unexpected taste that briefly flashed across her tongue as she licked the head of his cock, a taste that was unknown to Ann yet Akira was all too familiar with: the taste of the blonde's sweet pussy. A few beads of her arousal had danced across Akira's cock in the brief moments that their crotches bounced together. Brushing the thought aside, Ann quickly licked the new taste away, her mouth working into its previous rhythm. Not wanting to not hold his own weight, Akira dove back into her pussy, plunging his tongue back into the depths of her dripping wet folds. Any arousal that he had licked clean with his initial oral assault had been replenished, giving him a new font to lap from in an eager and hungry way. As soon as the both of them had their lips pressed against the other, they discovered the benefit of this position. The pleasure that welled up from Ann's pussy and twisted into her core, drove moans from between her lips. Those moans were muffled against the throbbing flesh of Akira's cock, with sumptuous vibrations shuddering along his shaft. Those vibrations were delicious pleasurable tremors. Ones that prompted Akira to let out his own groans of pleasure, groans that were pushed right into Ann's pussy, providing her with a similar soft hum. A perverse cycle was made by the two of them, with the pleasure creating moans and those moans feeding into the pleasure, intensifying what was already an incredibly intense experience.

Doing her best to not become distracted by Akira's ministrations between her thighs, Ann focused on bobbing her head back and forth. She developed a rhythmic pace, one that steadily became second nature as she moved back and forth. It felt almost robotic at points, yet Ann struggled to do anything more. She would occasionally spur her tongue into furious motion, twisting it along his cock in an attempt to make up for her rather meagre movements, but those brief spurts of enthusiasm were quickly whittled away by more pleasure, pleasure that distracted her into her routinely suckling. Akira was much the same. He tried to explore and weave his tongue across Ann's pussy, dancing in as nimble a manner as possible, yet the warmth of Ann's mouth and the steady caress of her hand was more than enough to bring him to a meek standstill, his tongue pushing and pulling itself out of her pussy, tongue-fucking her in a similarly unimaginative way. It wasn't that he didn't want to lavish her pussy in as intense a manner a possible, but rather there was only so much that he could do whilst being perpetually distracted by Ann's salacious sucking. That being said, whilst neither of them were on the top of their form, the pleasure wasn't sacrificed. The two of them could feel their loins thrumming and burning with impassioned pleasure, their bodies made sensitive by all the stopping and starting from earlier in the evening. Now that they had begun again, they were both craving that sumptuous end. Their orgasms were steadily building. With each bob of Ann's lips and each plunge of Akira's tongue, their cores were tightening and their bodies preparing for a well-deserved rush of relieving pleasure.

It didn't take long for the two of them to be thrust into their orgasms. It was Ann who succumbed first, with her pussy being so close to orgasm when her knees began to buckle. As such, it took little work from Akira's tongue to bring her right back to that edge. A part of her was disappointed with how quickly she was about to cum given the perverse arousal that was brought about by the unique position they were in. She wanted to enjoy it a little while more, but her body had different ideas. Her pussy suddenly spasmed, her clit throbbing against Akira's chin as she let out a muffled squeal of pleasure. Her lips seized in place, tightening around Akira's cock as she continued to suck him harder and harder. Breathing through her nose, she rocked her hips back and forth, moaning hungrily and loudly around Akira's shaft. As her orgasm subsided, Akira's took its place. His cock twitched, sending a spurt of cum into her mouth. Startled, Ann instinctively pulled back, jerking his length and watching as several strands of cum erupted, painting his crotch and her breasts with a thick streaks. Marvelling at the copious pent-up cum, Ann made sure to milk him dry, running her hand along his cock long after the last few drops escaped, just to make sure he was empty. With his cock beginning to soften, she let it flop against his thigh, wiping her chin of a bead of cum. She didn't swallow any of the cum in her mouth, instead having let it drizzle onto his cock. The taste wasn't abhorrent, but she just didn't think to gulp it down. She wasn't used to the endless porn videos featuring woman sucking down thick cum-shots, so to her it just wasn't an action that came instinctively to her.

"Where do you keep your tissues?" Ann asked, swinging her legs off the bed and glancing around the room. Before Akira could answer, she spotted them on the shelves nearby. Grabbing a couple, she tactfully wiped herself up, doing her best not to smear her make-up wildly. It was a little smudged, but she didn't need to worsen it. Turning to Akira, she handed him the rest of the box, "Here you go."

"I'm really starting to wish Leblanc had a shower," Akira chuckled, plucking loose a few tissues to wipe himself clean. He wasn't a fan of having to shower at the baths or the gym. It was just too inconvenient. He considered using the school showers, but it wasn't ideal. Ultimately, he made do with what he had. It wasn't like his room at Leblanc was some kind of penthouse palace.

"He-he… Must be such a pain. I can't imagine not being able to have a hot shower every-day," Ann sighed, sliding down onto the small sofa at the side of Akira's room, watching him clean himself up, her eyes drawn to his softened cock. She hadn't really seen his cock in any other state than hard, so it was bemusing to see it flopping around in its softened state. The momentary distraction was short-lived as she noticed the clock on the wall and breathed, "It's getting late. I really should be getting home."

"Yeah. We've probably kept Morgana out in the cold long enough," Akira commented, glancing at the clock and seeing they had been at this for over an hour. Whilst he did feel guilty about leaving Morgana outside, he knew that he was resourceful enough to not freeze to death out there. A part of him still wanted to come up with a better way. Maybe it was worth just being honest and asking him to keep away.

"Oh shit. We really should come up with a better way of keeping him away. I'll be sure to let him back in when I leave," Ann called out as she wrestled with her clothing, tugging it over her bushy-hair, the long flowing bunches making for a difficult challenge. As she grabbed her bag, she turned around to Akira, her cheeks growing a gentle pink as she spoke up, "I really enjoyed tonight. I… You always help me see things clearly."

"I'm always happy to help a friend," Akira smiled, grabbing his own clothes and starting to get dressed, not wanting Morgana to rush upstairs to find him half-naked. The fact he had a talking cat was weird enough without that cat seeing him naked.

"Me as well. I try to help, but you're always so collected," Ann replied, bowing her head. She was always a little frustrated with how well Akira had himself together. It was inspiring on one hand and annoying on the other. She always felt like he was helping her so much, but that she had so little to offer him. Brushing the thoughts aside, she added, "Right. I'm off. I'll text you?"

"Looking forward to it," Akira said, watching as Ann bounced back downstairs, disappearing through Leblanc. He heard the door open before the frustrated words of a cold Morgana began to echo up. Ann did her best to placate him, but he quickly strode past her and marched upstairs, keen to take his frustrations out. Not wanting to stick around, Ann dipped out, leaving Akira to fend for himself.

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ANN TAKAMAKI

That's me home now! Thanks again for tonight. It's really fun.

AKIRA KURUSU

You don't have to thank me. I enjoy it to. We're doing it for both of us.

At least, you're not the only one benefitting. I've the tissues to prove it.

ANN TAKAMAKI

Haha. Don't let Morgana find them.

I just wanted to say. I meant it when I said I'd like to do that with you.

AKIRA KURUSU

What?

The… y'know? The big thing. The…

I even struggle to write it down. Uh… I hate my brain…

Sex.

AKIRA KURUSU

Oh, right. Yeah, I understand.

ANN TAKAMAKI

I do mean it. I'm just not ready right now.

I'll see you at school tomorrow?

Already looking forward to next Tuesday!

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Akira and Ann made good on their commitment to every Tuesday evening. With that date set in stone, the two ensured that they met at Leblanc late at night, just after Sojiro had left. Each and every week, they would strip naked, enjoying the pleasures of one another's bodies as they had grown so used to. Some weeks, they would experiment and try new things out. Others, they would just rely on the usual faithful activities that they knew would bring about an exquisitely pleasurable end. Not only that, but they became increasingly comfortable with one another. Ann in particularly didn't feel the slightest apprehension in running her hands and lips across Akira's body, her momentary hesitation from the weeks prior melting away into a newfound confidence. Their conversations about strength were brief as Ann resolved to continue her personal training, not jumping from conclusion to conclusion and simply doing her best to step ever closing to her goal of strength. And she did so with Akira's help and cock. Needless to say, each time the two of them met, she felt herself growing stronger and closer to Akira. It was as if those two were deeply intertwined. As if her closeness with Akira affected her strength and vice versa. Each encounter emboldened her spirit and reaffirmed her resolve. Not only did her sexual proficiency improve drastically, but she was also becoming the confident woman that she had always wanted to be. Or rather, was taking small steps towards it. She was hesitant to claim she had reached her goal, instead committing herself to improving bit by bit. She felt that if she said she had reached her goal, she would only disappoint herself when it turned out to not be true. However, she did come to one concrete and resolute conclusion after a few weeks of further bonding with Akira.

ANN TAKAMAKI

Hey, Akira?

AKIRA KURUSU

What's up?

ANN TAKAMAKI

Change of plans for tonight. I was wondering if you could meet me here?

[LOCATION SENT]

AKIRA KURUSU

Sure. Is everything alright?

ANN TAKAMAKI

Yeah. Everything's fine.

It's just that you need to trust me on this, okay?

AKIRA KURUSU

Okay. Same time as usual?

ANN TAKAMAKI

Yeah, same time.

Oh, and leave Morgana at Leblanc. No reason to drag him out with you.

I'll see you tonight!

A little unsure about what Ann was planning, Akira made sure to follow her instructions to the letter. The location that was sent was a place in the more affluent side of Tokyo and required a few train transfers to reach. Setting out a little earlier, Akira made an excuse to Morgana and had her stay behind, allowing him to make his way on his own. It took little over half an hour to arrive, giving him a short walk to the specific address. Arriving at the location, Akira looked up and saw a rathe decadent house. It was very modern, with a number of straight glass panes looking in on some rather expensive furniture. A little surprised, Akira sent Ann a text saying that he was at the place. He watched as one of the curtains on the second floor of the house was peeled back, a familiar blonde-haired girl looking down with a wide smile. A few moments later, the front door opened, and Ann gestured for Akira to come inside. Doing so promptly, Akira stepped inside the elegant home, "Why didn't you say this was where you lived?"

"I don't really know… I suppose I always feel a little out of place here. Like people will judge me for having such a big house. Especially given where you live," Ann explained timidly as she led Akira through to the kitchen, the shining marble top surfaces catching the glint of the light, "Not that Leblanc is bad. It's just… I guess I didn't want your opinion to change of me because of all this."

"You don't have to worry about that," Akira smirked, watching Ann's face light up as he assuaged her concerns. The two of them lingered a moment in the pristine kitchen until Akira drew their attention to the matter at hand, "So…What's up? Why the change in location?"

"I'm… I'm ready. I'm ready for us to have… sex," Ann stated, practically shouting the final word as she forced herself to actually say it. The sudden way in which she blurted it out took Akira by surprise, his heart racing as he realised that this might well be the moment.

"Oh… Right… I wasn't expecting that," Akira breathed softly, glancing around, wanting to make sure that they were alone. Still a little startled, he asked without thinking a question that he and Ann had long discarded out of frustration with it, "Are you sure?"

"What did we agree about that question?" she smirked. The two of them had agreed to not use the question. It was less a discounting of asking for consent, but rather that they trusted one another to not have to constantly clarify one another's intent. Drawing a deep breath, Ann began once more, "Yes. I am. I trust you. You've been with me through this whole journey, and I can think of no-one better to do it with. I… I want to experience it. And I finally think I'm strong enough to do it."

"Okay then. Let's do it," Akira replied, imbued by the confidence in Ann's words and the beaming smile aglow on her face. Nodding staunchly, Ann turned and led Akira towards the stairs, the two of them winding their way through the sprawling house. They soon arrived at Ann's bedroom, the girl taking a breath before throwing the door open for the two of them. Stepping inside, Akira was met with the bright colours and homely embrace of Ann's bedroom. It was in stark contrast the to rest of the house, with the pristine white sheen changed for colourful décor. The long windows that lined the rest of the house were replaced with a small bay-window, with frilled curtains pulled tightly over them. It was a comely little space. And more importantly, one with a plush and comfortable bed, "I suppose Leblanc was a bit too dreary for our first time, then?"

"No, that's not it. It's just… Your bed… It has no back support whatsoever. It's like sleeping on the floor. I…" Ann confessed, indicating her admittedly selfish reasoning for the change. She would have been more than happy to lose her virginity at Leblanc, but she wanted the experience to comfortable. At least for the first time.

"I understand. Nothing wrong with a change of scenery," Akira interrupted, quietening Ann's need to explain herself. Slumping down onto the bed, she looked around her room, as if to expect some detailed critique of her living space. Seeing the look on her face, Akira filled the silence, "So this is your bedroom…

"Yeah… It's not as homely as Leblanc. Doesn't have that roasted coffee smell," Ann sighed, smelling the perfumed air and missing the rough and ready coffee smell. A part of her was starting to regret her decision for them to come here instead of Leblanc.

"You got a proper mirror," Akira commented, pointing to the floor to the tall body-length mirror stood in the corner of the room. Ann's attention turned to it. She had almost forgotten how their friendship really began. With that discussion about mirrors. About being ashamed of seeing herself. Being embarrassed about how she looked, and the sexualised identity prescribed to her by others.

"Oh… I did. It was difficult to look at myself in it for a while, but… but now… It's like I'm looking at someone completely different," Ann explained, rising to her feet and walking over to the mirror, looking at the contours of her body, the outline of her clothing. She analysed the curve of her cheeks, the point of her nose, the shine of her hair, and plumpness of her lips. Everything that she had so vehemently despised, yet now found to be… utterly unremarkable. In a good way.

"I think you have changed a lot. I mean… you're almost unrecognizable," Akira added, stepping up behind Ann, his face appearing in the mirror behind her. She glanced to his reflection, smiling earnestly at his words. Their reflection was poignant. All the change that she had made was done with him at her side.

"Really? I… Thank you. That means a lot. But… But I'm not done yet. I've got so much more to do," Ann beamed, her words turning earnest as she reaffirmed herself. Turning around, she faced Akira directly, her face firm and ready, her eyes hardened into a determined gaze, "Shall we?"

"Ready when you are," Akira said with a grin, the two of them giving one last nod of confirmation before they started. A silent second passed between them before their hands launched forwards, running quickly and thoughtlessly across each other's bodies in determined passes. Each of them nimbly popped and undid button after button, loosening the many layers of clothing that held their nudity back. Tugging their blazer jackets off, Akira hoisted Ann's hoodie over her head, the blonde shaking her hair loose of her eyes as the started on each other's shirts. Their previous nervous apprehension turned to lustful comfort, with both of them pulling away from one another to untangle their shirts from their own bodies before returning to undo the fastenings on their lower halves. Akira was first to pull Ann's skirt downwards, peeling away her panties with it. As he tugged them over her feet and tossed them to the side, her body completely naked, his eyes were drawn briefly towards her crotch and to the folds within. He could see them entirely. Laid bare and no longer hampered by a wild nest of pubic hair. Ann twisted her thighs nervously, looking down at Akira in anticipation of a comment.

"What do you think? I can't help but think I look a little bare," Ann asked, brushing her fingers across her neatly shaven crotch. Ever since Akira had shaved himself, she found herself keen to explore with her own hair. Now seemed like the perfect opportunity to do so.

"I think you look good. Maybe a little tuft would look nice," Akira suggested. He couldn't say he wasn't glad that she had tamed her crotch a little. Working his tongue through her hairy folds was a task in and of itself. If he didn't enjoy lapping and licking at her pussy as much as he did, it wouldn't have been worth it feel those bristles against his skin.

"I'll keep that in mind. Stand up so I get your trousers off," Ann ordered, playfully nudging him on the head. Rising to his feet, Akira let her work her fingers into his belt, plucking the buckle loose and dropping his trousers around his ankles. She quickly peeled his boxers down and helped him kick them to one side, her attention lifting to his crotch and the neatly trimmed hair that crowned his cock, "Not as bare as you used to be. I like it."

"I'll keep it trimmed for when you get your lips right down to the base," Akira commented, knowing how intent she was to get her lips right the way down there. He had never seen her more determined than whenever she was forcing her lips further down his cock. The strain on her face was as difficult to watch as it was inspiring. She could comfortably take him into her throat without gagging, yet she still had to work on training the depths of her throat.

"Any day now. I swear, I will take every inch," Ann smirked, running a finger from the base of Akira's cock right up to the tip. Playfully poking his throbbing tip, she giggled softly before rising up to her feet. She felt surprisingly comfortable being naked around Akira. It gave her a burst of confidence to say the least. Perhaps it was the rush of excitement that came from the prospect of sexual activity, or maybe it was the fact they were both laid bare. Or maybe she just enjoyed the exhibitionism of It.

"I don't doubt you. I really don't want to doubt you," Akira chuckled, rooting for Ann when it came to oral endeavours. He was more than happy to serve as a training dummy when it came to matters of oral sex. And he definitely wanted to savour the moment his entire cock glided into her depths.

"I erm… Do you want to do some foreplay? I mean, I'm worried that we'll get ourselves to heated that we'll barely have any time to actually enjoy the… y'know… Sex," Ann argued, having put a great deal of thought into it. Whilst the two of them enjoyed some rather lengthy oral sessions, neither of them were accustomed to sex, so there was a legitimate concern that they would explode the moment they started if they got too into the preamble.

"I see what you mean. At the very least, you need to be quite wet," Akira commented. He was already rock hard and so needed no stimulation to get himself ready. But Ann had to have plenty slickness about her folds in order to accommodate him comfortable. Otherwise, it would be a repeat of her early attempts with her dildo.

"This wet enough?" Ann asked, grabbing Akira's wrist and pressing his palm against her folds. He immediately felt her warmth, with her arousal gleaming and glistening across his digits. She was positively dripping. Her wetness was kept somewhat of a secret by her pussy folds. Normally, Akira's tongue would spread them apart allowing her arousal to be more plainly seen. Yet, here, his fingers were the first thing to graze against her pussy. Her folds lightly spread in response to his fingers, unveiling the true extent of her arousal.

"You're keen," Akira smirked, continuing to tease her pussy. Her ran his finger along the length of her cleft, teasing her clit. He had become much more proficient at navigating her anatomy over the past few weeks. He and Ann had helped one another understand the more sensitive aspects of their bodies and with those lessons came a detailed understanding of Ann's small bead of orgasmic bliss.

"I've been waiting all week for this," Ann moaned, her heart skipping a beat whenever Akira's finger probed against her actual entrance, threatening to plunge into her depths. Moaning softly, Ann wanted him to push inside. Yet on the other hand, she wanted to wait so that his cock could be the first thing inside her that day. Her desire for momentary relief battled with her long-term plans, with Akira ultimately being the one to decide when he pulled his hand away entirely.

"Then… I guess there is nothing left but to," Akira murmured, feeling a pang of anxiety rush through his body as the moment arrived. Ann nodded as well, leading Akira towards the bed. The two of them sat down on the edge, uncertain as to how to proceed when Ann suddenly leapt to her feet.

"Oh! First," she exclaimed, rushing through the room and into her adjoining ensuite bathroom. A moment of rustling later and she returned with a shopping bag. Emptying the contents onto the bed, Ann revealed several packets of condoms to Akira, each one a different brand of size from the other. There had to be at least six different packs in total. Blushing, Ann stuffed the bag into the bin and murmured, "You'll need one of these."

"Right. I almost forgot. Why do you have so many?" Akira asked, watching as Ann's cheeks turned a deeper shade of red. It wasn't a bad thing. Better to have more and not need them, especially given the fact that he completely forgot. Taking a deep intake of breath, she turned and explained.

"Well… I was in the shop and there were so many different types. I wrote off all the flavoured ones because ew…. But then there were ribbed ones, coloured ones. And then the sizes. There were like fifteen different sizes. But none of them had actual lengths, so I didn't know if a large would fit you or a small, or a whatever. So, I bought a couple packs…" Ann explained, remembering back to the lengthy aisle and the vast display she had to rifle through. Looking up at Akira, she quickly became defensive, nudging him, "Don't look at me like that. I got enough funny looks from the cashier."

"I'm not judging. In truth… I don't know which one would fit. I've never really…" Akira murmured, sitting down on the bed and picking up one of the packs. Ann was right. They were kind of non-descript. A one size fits all mentality, but with vague descriptors.

"Then it's time for a fashion show. This is where I excel. Stand up. Up…" Ann snapped, pushing Akira up onto his feet, bustling him into position beside the bed. Reaching over, she plucked the first packet up, "Let's start… I don't want to wound your pride, but I'm not sure extra large is a good fit? Shall we try it anyway?"

"Might as well. Unless you have another male friend who might fit it," Akira smirked, watching as Ann tore the packet open and pulled out one of the square wrapped condoms. Ripping it open, she pulled it out, raising her eyebrow at the strange almost tacky texture. She didn't know what to expect, but after having read the packet extensively, she had some degree of understanding as to how they worked. Pressing it against Akira's cock, she rolled it down his shaft, reaching the base effortlessly, but unable to ignore the bagginess of it, "There goes my pride…"

"I don't want to even imagine someone having a big enough cock to fit this… He'd tear a girl in two," Ann commented, pulling it off and stretching the condom, wincing as she pulled it to its maximum width, her thighs tightening in on themselves. Throwing it into the bin, she opted for a medium, pulling out the latex condom with ease, "Right… Let's try medium."

Rolling it over the head, she watched as it fit snugly around his cock, the latex being pulled taut around his throbbing shaft. Rolling it down to the base, she noted how skin-tight it felt, only to hear a grunt of discomfort from Akira as his dick was stifled in the unbearably tight embrace, "Ah…Bit… Bit tight."

"Sorry! Sorry! Killed the excitement a little, eh? So much for no foreplay…" Ann commented as she struggled to pull the condom off his cock. When she finally pinged it away from his length, she watched his length smack against his thigh, half-softened with his arousal depleted in the wake of the tight fit. Eager to make up for her mistake, she brought her lips to his cock, clasping them around the tip and bathing it in saliva, her tongue lapping around the pulsating head. She had no intention to give him a proper blowjob, but rather offer enough stimulation to nurse him back to full-mast. It didn't take long on her front, with a few quick bobs of her lips being enough to have him swell and engorged in her mouth. She had come to enjoy the feeling of a cock inflating between her lips. On several occasions, she would suckle on Akira's softened cock, working him to a hardened state with only her mouth. There was something cathartic and exhilarating about having it grow to fit her lips, her mouth having to stretch on a moment-to-moment basis. Or being able to swallow every inch to begin with, only to have her oral dexterity be put to the limit, with inch after inch slipping out of her reach the more, she sucked. With Akira now fully hard, she couldn't help herself but swallow deeply, accepting his cock into her throat and easing her lips as far down as she could go. There were only three inches out of her reach. Pushing him further into her throat, she struggled against her impulse to gag, ultimately plucking her lips from his cock and resuming their perverse fashion show. Grabbing the large, she quickly freed the condom and eased it over Akira's cock, the condom fitting him perfect. Just enough room to breathe, but without the threat of anything escaping. With that sorted, Ann brushed the boxes onto the floor, leaning back slightly, nerves welling in her stomach, "There we go. Perfect. Nothing left but to…"

"What sort of position were you thinking?" Akira asked, his cock being kept erect by the new sensation of wearing a condom. He kept his hand gently around the base, not wanting to lose his erection as they discussed the final details of their evening.

"Erm… The one where I'm on my back? Like…" Ann explained, shuffling up along the bed. Laying her head on the pillow, she arched her back and spread her legs, her pussy shimmering between her thighs. Her long slender legs invited Akira's gaze, his eyes running from her creamy calves all the way to her folds. He was captivated to the extent that Ann's had to break his haze with a final word, "This…"

"Okay. Here we go," Akira breathed, his declaration being more for himself than Ann. Clambering onto the bed, he inched into place resting his knees against Ann's thighs. Leaning forwards, he propped himself up with a hand beside Ann's head, his chest hovering above hers, their eyes level with one another. They were used to being in close proximity having reused their previous sixty-nine position several times. Yet, being face to face had an unspoken eroticism about it that made the two of them blush. Reaching down with his free hand, Akira guided the head of his covered cock to Ann's folds, resting the very tip against her entrance. Brushing his tip back and forth, he found purchase between her folds, his cock on the verge of slipping inside. With bated breath, he looked into Ann's eyes, silently asking the forbidden question. He didn't need an answer. The determination in Ann's gaze was confirmation enough. But that didn't stop a pang of anxiety from lurching forwards. But the anxiety was not driven towards whether or not she wanted to do it, but rather something else entirely.

"Go slowly… please?" she asked, her lips quivering as she spoke. Akira nodded stoically, taking her words into consideration. Ann knew and trusted Akira. He wouldn't be the kind of person to be swept up by the pleasure and hammer her viciously. But she needed to say it to quell her own nerves.

"Just tell me if you want me to stop," Akira added, comforting her as he pressed the head against her entrance, searching for access. To his surprise, it was quite as easy as he had anticipated. Sure, Ann was tight, but she was impossible to push inside. Ann breathed softly, the sensation of Akira's cock against her folds being enough of a pleasure to elicit a moan. It took Akira a moment, but he found the proper angle, sinking his hips a little lower. Slowly, he guided his cock forwards, her pussy lips peeling effortlessly apart and allowing his bulbous cock-head into her clutching, quivering hole.

The two of them drew a slight breath inwards, expecting a sudden rush of exquisite and unimaginable pleasure to rush over them the moment that they crossed that initial threshold. But it was a lot more subtle. It was by no means unpleasurable, it simply wasn't the momentous crash they had built up in their minds. On Ann's part, it felt a little odd. Quite like having her toy inside her, only less rigid. It felt like her pussy wasn't being a stretched. Given that Akira's cock wasn't rock-hard plastic, it was more pliable, allowing the two of them to slot together in a more enjoyable manner, a fact that was made more apparent as Akira began to push himself slowly inside. After a couple inches, the two let out soft moans, the pleasure beginning to build. It was the exceptional tightness that got Akira moaning. Her insides clutched as his cock, fitting incredibly snugly around his length and pulling him deeper within her. They still kept it slow, taking it moment by moment and not allowing the slow build of pleasure to overwhelm them. Ann quickly felt Akira's cock push against the back of her uterus, probing the very depths of her pussy. Expecting him to grind to a halt, she was surprised as he managed to continue, her insides stretching to accommodate. It was then that Ann felt even more pleasure intensify within her as she was pushed to new limits. Arching her back, she let out a soft moan, her eyes rolling closed. Resting her hands on Akira's arms, she waited for the moment when their crotches met, and he lodged himself completely within her. The deeper Akira went and the more he pushed inside, the more the pleasure intensified for him. Her pussy spasmed and twitched, convulsing lightly as the pleasure rushed through Ann. Despite wearing a condom, the feeling of gliding through her soft, velvety flesh was intense. He had felt her pussy with his fingers, but it was completely different exploring it with something as sensitive as his cock. The moment that he bottomed out, he felt that final clutch of pleasure run along his length, his ball gently resting against Ann's ass cheeks.

"Wow…" Ann breathed, wriggling her ass back and forth a little, adjusting her position to get more comfortable. Looking down between their bodies, she felt a rush of excitement as she saw her pussy stretched apart, speared on the end of Akira's cock. Brushing one of her hands against her outer folds, she murmured, "I er… I expected it to hurt a lot more. And… I was told there would be blood."

"I… I suppose you broke your hymen when you first tried to use your toy," Akira suggested, glancing down as well. His understanding of sex was minimal with his old school offering the bare minimum in sex-ed. But he would have expected a dildo to be just as capable of popping the actual cherry, even if Ann considered this moment to be her losing her virginity. Lifting his gaze to Ann, Akira asked, seeing her flustered and breathless, "You alright, though?"

"Yeah… it feels strange. There is a little ache. But… It feels good," Ann smiled, running her hands back up to Akira's arms. He was bracing himself above her, using his arms to stop himself from collapsing on top of her. As the two of them grew more and more used to the feeling, Ann finally let out an encouraging moan, "You can… you can start moving. If you'd like. Or take a minute… Whichever works. I'm… Oh yeah…"

"Right. Here I go. Just say the word if you want me to stop," Akira reminded her, stretching his arms as he began to feel them ache. Bringing his knees, a little further forwards, they pushed up against Ann's thighs, driving her legs a little wider than before, forcing her to shift slightly onto her lower back. The slight adjustment inadvertently brought Ann's pussy more in line with Akira's prospective thrusts.

"I don't think I…" Ann began, only to have her words stolen from her as Akira pulled his hips slowly backwards. It was slow and methodical, driven by Akira's desire to not do anything wrong. He was thinking about his movements more than ever, letting his cock glide as steadily as he could, often moving in slow stunted bursts, towing the line between pulling too far back and not far enough. Eventually, his cock rested snugly in her entrance, a couple of inches sheathed inside her. Not wanting to take things too far back, Akira held in place, watching Ann's expression of pleasure shift back and forth between overwhelming heights and a more mellow thrum. With a single forwards push, Akira thrust back inside her, his cock effortlessly working back into her dripping wet folds, her sheer amount of arousal allowing for slick and easy entry. He still moved slow, pressing his crotch firmly against Ann's, allowing the two of them to once again savour the captivating feeling of being pinned together. Their shaven crotches bumped gently against each other, Akira's balls lightly patting against her ass, the two moaning in unison. Ann's body relaxed, the lingering tension in her muscles succumbing to the pleasure as she sunk into the plush embrace of her bed, her words finally returned to her as she mindlessly finished a sentence that pleasure had caused her to forget even beginning, "Will…"

With Ann's approval, Akira began to thrust back and forth, working up a slow and purposeful rhythm. He often glanced down between their bodies, making sure that his cock didn't slip loose of her rapidly wettening folds. Her arousal gleamed across his condom-covered cock, the slick latex allowing him to plumb into her depths with increasing ease. Thrust after thrust consumed him with pleasure, the immense warmth and pressure of her tightness managing to transcend the thin prison around his cock. When he remembered back to what he adored about Ann's blowjobs, it was always the friction of her lips gliding along his length, a friction he expected to be stolen by the condom he was wearing. Yet it existed in its own unique way, providing a pleasure that was more than satisfying. Ann couldn't complain either. In the heat of the moment, any subtleties that she could discern from being fucked were lost amidst the pleasure. All she cared about then and there was the next thrust as the satisfaction that came from it. She just wanted more. Akira's thrust started soft, with his balls barely making a sound as they collided with Ann's ass. Yet, as he quickened his pace and the power, a gentle slap began to fill the air, his balls hitting her juicy cheeks with a firmer impact. Their moans intermingled; their hot breath intertwined as the two of them remained perched so close together. Akira remained a little uncomfortably propped above Ann, not wanting to crush her with his weight. Their chests were lightly touching, but the braced position of Akira's arms kept them somewhat awkwardly apart. The only part of them that was pushing and pressing in an intimate and heated manner was their crotches. However, as the warmth of their pleasurable embrace swept through their bodies, that initial awkward hesitancy began to naturally dissipate, replaced by a shared desire for a ravenous moment.

It started with Ann. Her legs, which had been spread as wide apart as her bed and limberness allowed, slowly began to curl inwards, each thrust causing them to slightly straight. Eventually, they rested lightly against Akira's sawing hips, inching further and further together. Finally, she hooked them around his waist, gently hooking her feet together, locking Akira into fucking her. Not that he had any intention of stopping her. The movement caused Akira's hips to sink forwards, his body pressing into Ann a little tighter. He didn't question it. The heat of the moment and pleasure they were experiencing made such a gesture miniscule in the scheme of things. Instead, Akira's mind was consumed by the satisfaction of pushing himself hungrily into the clutching depths of Ann Takamaki. Her pussy was wet, her arousal dripping down her cleft and towards her ass cheeks, leaving her rounded bum glistening with a thin shimmer, a shimmer that Akira's balls quickly picked up as they smacked firmly against her butt. Ann's hands rested on Akira's sides, her fingers lightly pressing into his skin, pushing harder the more pleasure rushed into her with each thrust. Her eyes had long since rolled shut, not because she wanted them shut, but because she each thrust into her pussy forced them tightly together in a sudden burst of pleasure. Akira's thrusts were growing quicker and quicker in pace, his confidence brimming with each push. Pounding faster, Akira grew emboldened, right up until the point he overdrew his thrust. His cock slipped from between her folds, his hips driving forwards and causing his cock to slide along her slit. Groaning in disappointment, both Akira and Ann shot their hands downwards, both of them grabbing Akira's cock in tandem. Looking into each other's eyes, the lingering pleasure of their fuck session captured the both of them. Frozen for all but a moment, Akira and Ann leant forwards, their lips thrusting together in a quick and heated kiss. It lasted only a few seconds, their tongues barely getting the opportunity to graze against one another before the two pulled away. Again, it wasn't because they didn't want to, but rather because Akira pressed his cock back into her pussy, and the two were forced to part in order to let a deep moan escape their lips.

Any hesitancy the two had about letting their bodies slip together in a more intimate way shattered with that kiss. Draping his body across Ann's, Akira didn't entirely crush her, using his knees to keep his weight from entirely laying on her. They did get to enjoy the sumptuous feeling of Ann's sensitive breasts spilling against Akira's chest, their nipples becoming lost in the squashed embrace. Their lips lingered together, almost on the verge of another kiss, but as Akira started to thrust once more, they quickly realised that any kiss would be clumsy and unenjoyable. As such, Akira dropped his lips to her neck, burying his head in the crook of her neck, his hot breath rushing against her skin. Exquisite moans and squeaks of pleasure escaped Ann's lips as she curled her hands around to Akira's shoulders, practically clinging to him as she felt her orgasm welling up in her core. The tightness of their embrace allowed Akira to drive himself into her a little deeper. Whilst he was intent on not letting himself slip out again, he didn't let that govern her strokes, instead focusing on long and languid thrusts, capitalising on the pleasure more than anything. If there was one thought that consumed him however, it was his intense desire to not cum before Ann. Whilst he knew that it wouldn't be that big a deal. He could always help her orgasm in other ways. He felt almost obliged to give her first-time having sex the perfect climactic end. As such, he fought his own orgasm with everything he had, all the while trying to pump her body full of both his cock and the pleasure that came with it. It was a delicate balance, one that he was not at all used to. He didn't have to worry about his stamina when licking her pussy, but with each thrust his fortitude waned.

Fortunately, Ann's orgasm quickly claimed her. The pleasure was too intense to ignore and her pussy suddenly spasmed without warning. It was as if it was a surprise to even her, as she gasped suddenly. Her legs tightened around Akira's waist, her nails biting into the skin of his shoulders as she clutched at him. His cock was able to comfortable glide through her orgasming pussy, yet the tightness of her arms and legs kept Akira's movements limited. Moaning for a few moments, Ann let out a deep growl of satisfaction as her body began to relax, her legs and arms loosening, allowing Akira to give that last thrust that drove himself over the edge. Cum poured from his cock. He felt momentary panic as he did so, not feeling entirely comfortable with cumming inside a girl even with a condom, yet the latex did its job, with his plentiful orgasm rolling back along his cock, the tight confines growing even tighter. With his orgasm slowly waning, Akira let out a deep breath, his body deflated. His cock was much the same. Slowly pulling himself backwards, he unravelled his body from Ann's, shifting back on his knees and propping himself up against the wall, leaving Ann to sprawl across the rest of the bed, her body glimmering with a thin layer of sweat, her chest rising and falling with deep breaths, her pussy reddened from the impact of being fucked. Her arousal gleamed across her tender folds; her bedsheets soaked where she lay. The two took a few moments, catching their breath and recuperating, before they finally broke the silence.

"Wow… That er… that was really something," Ann commented, propping herself up on her elbows, her hair spilling out behind her as she watched her own breasts rise and fall with her heavy breathing. Akira nodded, climbing to his feet and moving to the nearby bin. Discarding his condom, he cleaned himself up as best as he could with a box of tissues as Ann collapsed back on the bed.

"Yeah. I mean… Yeah," Akira added, unable to offer anything more insightful than that. Flopping back onto the bed, he let out another deep breath, his eyes falling onto Ann's gloriously naked body. Despite having cum so recently, he couldn't help but ogle and admire her sumptuous curves aglow with a thin sheen of sweat.

"My body feels exhausted and so alive. It's… strange…" Ann breathed, finally pushing herself upright. Rolling of the bed, she rose up on shaky feet, her knees threatening to buckle beneath her. Noticing the mess, they had left behind on the bed and their sticky bodies, she turned and said, "Oh, let me go grab some towels."

"Thanks," Akira smiled as she tossed him a towel. Cleaning himself up, he wiped away the sweat and the patches of Ann's arousal that were gleaming on his body, all the while watching as Ann did the same, casually drying her body, ignorant of the way her body bounced as she did so, "So… Feeling stronger?"

"Heh… I don't feel any stronger. But… I feel like we're stronger. Just a little bit," Ann smiled, her cheeks blushing gently as she said so. That's what this was about for her. Akira and her taking that next step. A step that she wanted to take regardless of Akira, but one that she was so thrilled to be able to share with him.

"It's quite the team-bonding session," Akira smirked, laying his towel on Ann's bed, and sitting down, not wanting to get the soaked sheets on him. Doing the same, Ann collapsed down beside him, chuckling as she got comfortable.

"Don't use the word team. You make it sound like you're going to get everyone in on it," Ann giggled. Silence fell for all but a moment before her eyes widened and she turned to Akira, her words serious and stern, "Not a word to Ryuji! Not a breath!"

"Don't worry. I'll keep silent," Akira defended. Whilst he and Ann had been at this for a fair while, he had never brought it up with Ryuji, despite the blonde's frequent mentions of his desires for a girlfriend and some of his frustrations. As silence fell between the two of them again, Akira was reminded of the moment that he and Ann kissed. He felt as if he had to address it, "We… we er kissed…"

"Yeah, we did… That was kinda… weird," Ann commented, thinking through her choice of words as best as she could, only to double-back as she worried Akira would take it the wrong way, "I mean not that kissing you felt weird, but that it was weird that it happened…"

"I mean, it was in the heat of the moment. We were having sex. What's a kiss when we've gone that far?" Akira said, offering up his explanation for it. As much as he liked Ann, he couldn't see the two of them together like that. She was a really close friend. One of the few he had. A romantic relationship with her seemed… weird. Which was a strange thing to admit given that the two of them had been intimate in so many perverse ways.

"Yeah," Ann nodded. She was in much the same mind-set as Akira. The fact that it had happened had placed her feelings of Akira front and centre, with her having to tackle them then and there. In doing so, she didn't feel anything romantic between them, despite the intimacy of the kiss. Akira's explanation for it made sense, but she couldn't bear the thought of the two of them not being on the same page about this, prompting her to speak up once again, "Just to clarify, so that it doesn't hang over us, we're both agreeing that the kiss didn't mean anything and that it was just the passion of the moment? Be honest?"

"Just the heat of the moment," Akira said tentatively, worried that Ann actually had feelings for him and that he was putting in jeopardy their entire friendship by speaking the truth of his mind. He breathed a sigh of relief in tandem with Ann as she relaxed and smiled.

"Good. I feel the same. I just… It's weird that sex came so easily, but a kiss threw a spanner in the works. I just don't want either of us to think this is something it isn't," Ann explained, shaking her hair out behind her as she cleared her mind and smirked as sultrily as she could, "Would make future sessions tricky, eh?"

"I'll try to refrain from future kissing in that case," Akira joked, not wanting to put their perverse antics on the line. As good and fleeting as the kiss felt in the heat of the moment, the complimentary satisfaction was not worth risking the overall pleasure.

"I… I wouldn't be averse to the odd moment of passion. In the heat of things. I don't know. Just ignore me," Ann blushed, recalling how thrilling it felt to have the heat of Akira's breath against her lips, their tongues on the verge of rushing forwards. It felt like a pleasurable frontier that she hadn't explored, and given her eagerness to expand her sexual horizons, she didn't want to limit possibilities based on the romantic connotations it had. After all, they had successfully navigated having sex without being burdened by the traditionally sentimental attachments that came with a first time, "I mean if we're agreed that the heat of the moment stays in the heat of the moment…"

Nodding, Akira agreed, finding that to be a reasonable argument. If they both agreed it meant nothing, then why not snog their hearts out. If it feels good, screw what the world says about it. With that said, Akira reached for his clothes, begrudgingly admitting to himself that he couldn't stay any longer, "I should probably get going. If I'm not at Leblanc in the morning, Sojiro will kill me."

"Of course. I would offer you the spare room, but my parents are strict about boys. And the housekeeper is a snitch," Ann growled, remembering the last time that she had made the mistake of walking home with Ryuji. From the window, the house-keeper saw the two of them and it became a whole thing. Nodding in agreement, the two split apart, with Akira pulling his clothes on and gathering up his things. Confident that he had everything, he turned back, catching Ann as she stood in front of her mirror. He could see by her reflection that she was deep in thought, her eyes running up and down her still naked body. She had come so far, he thought. From a girl shunning her own looks to looking contently at her own nakedness. She might not believe it yet, but Akira saw more strength in her than ever.

"I enjoyed tonight," Akira called out, snapping her from her haze and prompting her to turn around, smiling softly as Akira lingered in the doorway. He didn't feel as if it was appropriate to just leave without a word and he also couldn't think what else to say.

"I did too. Thanks Akira… For everything. I feel like I say thanks far too much and not enough. I don't think I'd ever have gotten this far without you. So, thank-you," Ann beamed cheerfully, her face glowing the giddy excitement that made her enthusiasm so infectious.

"The person you should thank is right there," Akira said simply, pointing past her and drawing her attention back to the mirror. She couldn't help but chuckle as she looked at herself and thought on Akira's comment, her mind filled with doubt as to the truthfulness of his statement.

"Maybe one day I'll have the strength to thank her," she breathed softly, just loud enough for Akira to hear her. That doubt lingered for all but a moment until she tightened her fists, her resolve hardening as she stared herself down, "No… One day, I will."

ANN TAKAMAKI

Hey, you still awake?

AKIRA KURUSU

Yeah, what's up? Something wrong?

ANN TAKAMAKI

No, I just wanted to say something. I was going to say it before you left, but I couldn't figure out the words. I thought it would be best to text it to you.

Remember what you said a few weeks ago about this still being strength training? I don't think that's entirely correct. It is helping me become stronger. It has helped me. But it's not the only thing.

Every moment is strength training. I have to work every moment to be the person I want to be. It doesn't just happen in the bedroom. It happens in the Palaces, at school, work, the street, everywhere… And it doesn't happen alone.

I suppose, what I'm trying to say is, I hope you'll keep helping me become stronger. In the bedroom…

And out.

AKIRA KURUSU

Of course I will.

But you're right about it not happening alone.

I'll keep helping you if you keep help me.

ANN TAKAMAKI

Then it's a deal.

Anyway, I'm off to bed. I'm exhausted.

See you tomorrow

AKIRA KURUSU

See you

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That evening, as Akira drifted gently off to sleep, the steady rise of his chest being lightly impressed upon by Morgana's curled body, he felt his mind fill with an all too familiar sight. Ever since his arrival in Tokyo, these dreams had plagued his slumber, drawing him through an endless spiral of winding chains and purple hues until he slowly awoke on the firm an uncomfortable bed of the Velvet Room prison. Groaning softly as he sat upright, he felt… different. It was as if there was a slight change in the air of the room. The ambiance had shifted. Glancing to his side, he saw that opposite the usual barred entrance to the cell was a second door. This one was fitted into the opposite wall and was lined with frills of black lace and dark purple velvet. The soft cushioned surface was embroidered with words that Akira didn't understand and the fitted silver embellishments held an all too familiar sexual uncanniness about them. Confused, his attention was drawn back to the bars of his cell, through which he could see the bemused grin of Igor. Expecting the short prison guards to be flanking his side, Akira was surprised to see a new face smiling back at him. A tall, curvaceous woman was propped up on the edge of the desk, one of her toned slender legs planted on its surface. Her clothing seemed akin to a faux prison guard, only cut and trimmed in places to make for a more suggestive outfit. Her skirt hung so high on her hips that her crotch was plainly exposed, her modesty maintained purely by the tight fitting undergarments that neatly framed her intimate areas. Her top was similarly shortened and exposing, with her cleavage one wrong move from bursting free. Her coy face was sharp and pointed, with her bleach-blonde hair cut short into tom-boyish cut.

"Welcome back. I did not foresee us meeting again on such short notice; however, you've made strides where I did not expect you to," Igor commented, as Akira shuffled towards the bars, dragging behind him the heavy iron ball and chain. Grasping at the bars, Akira's eyes widened as Igor spoke once again, his hand unfurling with a flourish and chuckle, "It would seem that you have awakened to a sexual bond."

"You… You can tell that?" Akira breathed fearfully, his heart beginning to race as he realised the intimate moment, he shared with Ann was not as private as he may have thought. Igor smirked, bowing his head with a laugh as the mysterious blonde woman chirped.

"Oh, don't look so startled. No one's passing judgement. Well… Not openly that is. Then again, it's hardly fair to comment on a first time," the woman smirked, sliding her leg off of the table, drawing Akira's gaze along the pale creamy length of skin, her underwear pinching that little bit tighter in order to tease what lay beneath, "Unless you're after pointers, in which case your…"

"The bond with confidants is your strength. A sexual bond is the strongest bond there are. They are not easily attained, nor are they easily broken. I did not assume that you would be able to acquire such a bond, as such, I did not initially provide you with the resources befitting such sexual pursual," Igor mercifully interrupted, silencing the woman before she could turn Akira's cheeks an even deeper shade of red. Dutifully stepping away from the table, she allowed Igor to speak, holding the same reverence towards him as all his servants had. Akira was still reeling regarding the discovery of the Metaverse and his place within this velvet room. The powers at his disposal were so new and exciting that he barely had time to come to terms with any of them. And now the revelation that his sexual encounters added to the total abilities he could control only served to overwhelm him even further. Igor was quick to notice and drew his attention towards the stranger in the room, "However, first, introductions are in order. As you may notice, Justine and Caroline aren't present. Such discussions are best had in their absence. Instead, you will not that Lucille has joined us."

"A pleasure. Not yet that is," Lucille giggled, slowly sauntering around the edges of the room, drawing closer and closer to Akira's cell, her long, purposeful strides never failing to capture his attention, especially as she spun gently in place, the fringes of his skirt being whipped upwards by a gush of air, flaunting the curve of her perfectly framed ass for all but a moment.

"She will oversee your progress as you deepen and expand the sexual bonds with your confidants. Such a process is incredibly important. With such power, you will fulfil your purpose. Pursue new bonds, for they shall complement the existing ones," Igor explained. It seemed to Akira that this was simply a further step in his pursuit of confidants. No longer were the strongest bonds and most powerful confidant relationships fostered by friendship and unity but were instead forged in sexual intimacy. It made sense. The journey that he and Ann had gone on to arrive at that exquisite night together had brought them closer together. Far closer than they had ever been.

"I'll be there to guide you through it all. Each toe-curling thrust… and each quivering orgasm," Lucille purred, propping herself up beside Akira's cell, her fingers dancing along the bars as she smiled softly, a deep pervading lust dripping from her every expression.

"You will now notice that a door has appeared behind you. This door leads to the Desire Den. It is here that you will find the means to explore the depths of your newly acquired bond and all those that you will come to forge one with," Igor explained, gesturing the door that had appeared in the Velvet Room at the opposite end of his cell. Curious, Akira had half a mind to go towards it and open the door, only for him to breathe sharply in as one of Lucille's hands laid itself across his.

"Consider it a place where you can explore your deepest fantasies, fantasies that are beyond the limited purview of a poor student such as yourself. After all, even a pair of handcuffs will set you back a pretty penny these days," Lucille giggled, using her foot to tug on the chain that bound Akira in place. His mind went wild with imaginative speculation. The Metaverse allowed for warped desires to become expressed in towering Palaces, places where individuals Metaverse counterparts lavished themselves in their deepest perversions. They had unfortunately experienced that in Kamoshida's Palace with the shadow Ann and her… flavoursome displays. But if the Metaverse could be manipulated in such a way, what was stopping a more tasteful use of the expansive capabilities of the Metaverse. Any desire he wanted… It was a tempting offer. Even if it seemed counter-intuitive to the purpose of the Phantom Thieves. But if he could use that ability to deepen his confidant relationships and enhance his sexual endeavours? Then what would be the harm in a few lived fantasies.

"But exploring the Den is a task for another day. Return now to your slumber. We shall meet again soon," Igor smiled, waving his hand to cast Akira back into his deep restful sleep. Before Akira felt himself drifting away, he watched as Lucille stepped in front of the cell, her hands fastened on the bars, her stance mirroring Akira's as she looked at him with a disappointed expression.

"Oh, sorry sweetie. Master's orders. We'll have to play another day. But… I'll leave you with a parting gift," Lucille said with a soft and delicate purr. One of her hands lowered itself to his crotch and playfully squeezed his cock. It was only in that moment that he became aware of his arousal and how prominent it appeared in his trousers. That simple squeeze filled his body with wave after wave of pleasure, a distinct and subtle warmth running tenderly across his muscles. His body began to feel light, and his head swam with the same visions that welcomed him into the Velvet Room. As he felt his body drift backwards, his consciousness returning to his bed in Leblanc, he was ushered into his sleep by Lucille's tender words, "Sweet dreams…"

That night was filled with pronounced and memorable dreams, each of them perverse and sexual in nature. When Akira woke hours later, he could remember them all distinctly. Flashes of Ann's naked body, of Lucille's sweet smirk, and a number of female class-mates that availed his wildest subconscious fantasies. Stirring in place, he looked around the room for Morgana, only to find him awake and waiting, perched on the edge of the bed, "Come on Akira. Time to get up. We'll be late for school."

"Right… I'm getting up," Akira began, moving to throw his duvet back and roll out of bed, only to stop himself. He didn't have to move very much for the true extent of Lucille's goodnight parting gift to be revealed. Sinking back into his bed, he began to blushed, murmuring softly, "I'll er… I'll see you downstairs, Morgana. I… I've got to get changed."

"Okay. But you better hurry up. I'm not staying in that bag for a whole detention just cause you were late," Morgana breathed, leaping from the bed and trotting down the stairs. Confidant of his privacy, Akira threw his duvet back, his pyjama bottoms bearing the distinct remnants of his enjoyable night of dreams. Cleaning himself up as quickly as he could, he couldn't help but ponder the revelation that this new attendant to the Velvet Room was able to wield powers capable of such… instant relief. After all, all it took was a single squeeze…

Author's Note: That turned out much longer than I anticipated. However, there wasn't really anywhere to neatly split it in two. I hope you enjoyed, nonetheless. I would really appreciate feedback on this chapter so that I can gauge how it compares to the first. I'm really passionate about this game and its characters and want to do it justice.

If we are keeping up the comparison with the game, this chapter would be the end of Ann's confidant arc, but that doesn't mean she won't be appearing in the story anymore. But it is time to visit another character. The next chapter will be the good doctor and now that Akira has lost his virginity in the way that I wanted it to happen, his visits with Takemi will be sufficiently saucy.

Hopefully it will be uploaded more punctually than the last chapter.