Chapter 5
"Tzusura."
She hadn't said her name aloud in so long. It felt almost…foreign on her tongue. She squeezed her eyes shut willing for that familiarity to come back.
"Would you please be my friend!" Tsuzura's body was bent low in a bow. Mary couldn't even see her face with how far she was leaning over. Her bangs obscured her face, but she could see how tightly she clenched her fists in front of her chest. She was rambling on in that insecure voice of hers that sounded nothing like the confident girl she had known in elementary school. "Sorry, forget I said anything."
The memory of that day danced behind her eyelids and her heart clenched at how real it felt.
Giving one last look, she put Tsuzura's hair clip back inside of her drawer taking her textbooks out instead. She wasn't sure she wanted to go to bed just yet now that her past and present had figuratively met.
Mary decided she could read the chapters that were assigned for the next few weeks in the meantime. She had stayed up far later before, anyhow. As one of the very few scholarship students at Hyakkaou, it was imperative that she always stayed ahead of the curriculum. It wasn't easy what with all the gambling she had to do in order to pay the student council, but she did it. It's not like she had a choice.
"Sure. I'll be your friend. However, I need something from you. You need to stop being a cat." She didn't like the way that Tsuzura was standing there. Her shoulders were hunched over and her eyes were afflicted; as if she was waiting to accept an attack from another snobby piece-of-shit classmate at their school. "We won't be made fools of again."
Her thoughts drifted to the girl in bed behind her. Somehow, Yumeko was able to transition into the school with ease. She didn't bat an eye at the immorality of how things operated here. In fact, she seemed to accept it as part of the gambling experience.
Even the girl's first match was a huge success.She managed to see through Mary's ruse on the first day of school leading to Mary falling in 8.8 million debt. The irony of how similar their first days of school at Hyakkaou did not escape her.
Mary hung her head. She was a fool for underestimating the girl. She had been as stupidly naïve as Kokoro Aiura had been by targeting the new girl.
The new girl which she didn't even know anything about. Where did she even transfer from? Surely, there aren't other schools like this one. How does she gamble so effortlessly? Without hesitation? Mary stilled. The girl is practically a complete stranger, she thought.
Well, that was a lie. She knew that Yumeko liked getting her hair pulled. She knew that Yumeko liked being taken in her mouth more than being fingered. She knew that Yumeko valued foreplay almost as much as she valued the actual orgasm. But beyond the acts they've done together in this room? Mary didn't know much. It shouldn't bother her, but it did.
In an effort to distract herself from those thoughts, she went back to reading her textbook.
"I'll do my best! I'll work hard and get out of being a house pet!"
The sound of rustling sheets woke Mary up with a start. She looked up at the clock on her bed, 3:15 AM.
"Ugh," she groaned. The page of her textbook stuck to her cheek as she lifted her head from the desk. Page 506? She hadn't even got any substantial reading done.
Arching her shoulders back and lifting her arms above her head, she stretched feeling both the soreness from the awkward sleeping position and the delicious aches left from a proper orgasm.
She reached for the ribbons in her hair, undoing them carefully and brushing her hair out with her comb. After a quick braid, she set her textbooks aside on the table and reached for the light switch actively ignoring the fact that she was going to sleep next to Yumeko for the night. It's not a big deal. It's really not.
Except it was, because her bed was barely a full-sized mattress and Yumeko had shifted into a position that could only be described as a drunken starfish. Her arms and legs were splayed out in every direction leaving only a miniscule sliver of space that Mary was not flexible enough to maneuver into.
"Even while sleeping this girl manages to get in the way," Mary dragged a hand down her face. "It's your goddamned bed Mary, take it for yourself!"
With renewed vigor, she stomped over to the bed and pushed at the girl's shoulder and hip until she rolled over with a particularly loud snore. Seriously? Not even that woke her up?! She reached for the blanket underneath Yumeko and made to pull it over both of them. It was then that she realized the girl was still wearing her thigh-high stockings.
Mary absolutely detested having dirty "day clothes" touching the middle sheet of her bed. Sleeping clothes didn't count. Her lips pursed thinking back to a conversation she had a long time ago.
"Mary-chan…that doesn't make much sense. Doesn't your uniform touch your bed a million times in a week? We sit on your bed more than we sit at the desk. Plus, you throw your briefcase on your pillow everyday once we get in the room—do you know how dirty that thing is?"
Tsuzura always made fun of her for even caring, but the thought of sleeping on dirty sheets made her skin crawl. She reached for the girl's stocking and began to slip it off of her legs.
"Mmm…"
Mary's eyes shot up to the sleeping girl.
"Yumeko?" Mary whispered. Was she fucking with her?
No response.
Shrugging, she slipped off the other stocking and chucked both of them into the darkness behind her.
"Mmm, Mary-san," the girl quietly murmured. Mary looked at the girl's face. She had definitely heard correctly this time. Yumeko had never called her 'Mary-san' in this room before, it was always 'Saotome-sama'. Is she sleep talking?
Choosing to blame it on her sleep-deprived brain, Mary brought the covers up over both of them and settled into bed. Given the small mattress size, she had no choice but to lay on her side behind Yumeko—with their bodies parallel to one another.
Fucking? She could do. But, cuddling? She hadn't done that in a while.
Internally, Mary groaned. She glared at the back of Yumeko's head wondering how she managed to cause memories of Tsuzura to bombard her all in one night without even being awake.
The staring contest she had with the black blob of hair in front of her was interrupted by the feeling of Yumeko's ass rubbing against the front of her sleep shorts. "Mmm," Yumeko hummed.
Well, there's no mistaking that, Mary mused, her anger dissipating in an instant. Technically… it's not cuddling if one of us has an orgasm, right?
Normally, she wouldn't think twice about initiating anything with her house pet. But under the cover of darkness with only the blue-tinted moonlight lighting up her room, it felt entirely different from all of the other times they were in bed.
We'd just be fucking, not cuddling. Nodding, she decided that her logic was sound.
With that settled, she experimentally placed her fingers on the curve of Yumeko's waist. The girl responded with a forceful roll of her hips. Naturally, she wanted more.
Inching forward, she slid her hand to the middle of her stomach tracing shapes on the taut skin under her fingertips. Mary smiled to herself drawing a number "3" with her index finger. It reminded her of their little trick they used against that oaf, Kiwatari. It felt like ages ago.
Yumeko was steadily rolling her hips now—almost in time with the figures she was drawing on her stomach. She dragged her hand, achingly slow, to the girl's breast continuing to trace her fingers in nonsensical patterns across her nipple.
"Hnh," Yumeko's breath was faltering with every trail she left on her skin. While her right hand moved to palm her breast, Mary moved her left arm to slide under the girl's neck and placed her hand on her chest. She pulled their bodies tight against one another relishing in the body heat she felt under the covers. "Fuck, yes Mary-san."
Mary couldn't stop her own hips from rolling at that. She pulled back the hair covering the girl's face and leaned in close, licking at the shell of her ear. Her hand idly moved to the girl's neck softly stroking the skin there while she nibbled at the girl's ear lobe.
Just fucking, not cuddling.
Her hand at Yumeko's neck slid up past her chin to trace supple lips. She felt the puffs of air escaping her mouth with every smothered moan she pushed down. Mary dipped her fingers into the girl's mouth, a waiting tongue coming to greet the familiar guests. Pleased with their reception, she took her fingers back letting them skate down the girl's chin down to her neck and further down to her chest.
Mary could feel Yumeko's heart beating faster as she passed her ribcage. She continued her trip down the girl's heated body, almost lazily, taking her time to feel every reaction Yumeko was giving her.
When she reached the apex of her hips, Mary latched her lips onto the bare shoulder in front of her, letting her tongue explore its smooth expanse. Her fingers dipped into the wetness she knew she'd find while her other hand moved to pinch at Yumeko's nipple. Unsurprisingly, the girl bucked her hips against Mary. Her eyebrows were knit together, sweat gathering on her forehead. She was biting her lip to drown the sounds of pleasure wanting to escape from her throat.
This time, Mary didn't bother to tease Yumeko. She rubbed fast circles against the girl's clit stopping only to dip into her entrance with fast pumps of her fingers. Mary alternated between the two never letting Yumeko get used to the ministrations.
With how close they were to each other, she could feel the force of her own thrusts into the girl's dripping pussy. She drove her fingers into her harder, pushing the girl's ass flush against her hot sex.
"Oh, fuck! Oh, Mary-san, please," Yumeko whispered into the heated air around them.
The slick heat of Yumeko's pussy enveloping her fingers was driving her crazy. She thrust her hips into the girl's ass pushing her fingers even deeper; feeling the spot inside her that she knew would push Yumeko over the edge.
Mary pushed against the body writhing in front of her, grinding her pussy on her ass to chase her own orgasm she felt rising in her spine. The stimulation was too intense—she could feel Yumeko's body tensing against hers, her pussy becoming impossibly tight...
Her eyes lost focus. Her body became rigid as her head snapped back in a silent moan.
Faintly, she could feel the girl in her arms twitching with every wave of her climax. It was hard to concentrate considering her orgasm was making its way through each of her limbs like an electric shock to her core.
They were both breathing hard, panting with the effort of letting pleasure flow through their bodies.
When it was clear Yumeko was still trembling, Mary carefully slid her fingers from her entrance up to her clit, rubbing in circles to help her come down easier.
Slowly, their breaths calmed to a steady, quiet pace.
Her one arm was still wrapped under Yumeko's neck, but she had no energy to try to untangle herself from their pseudo-embrace. Despite her mind sending her angry distress signals about letting that happen, her eyes fluttered with fatigue.
Mary's eyes slipped shut for the second time that night, but not before she caught a glimpse of the girl in front of her peeking over her shoulder.
With the moonlight casting a blue blanket over her features, she could have sworn she saw cerulean eyes glinting back at her.
She fell into a fitful, guilt-ridden sleep.