(Yes, I know it's been forever and I apologize. Just please keep in mind that I have little time to work on these, but I didn't abandon it. So don't worry)
Ayano was robbed of voice when seeing the most successful man in Japan slowly reveal himself to be a crazed obsessed stalker.
Small world.. She would think, but not quite small enough. Even with him sharing a similar scale of obsession that she could relate to, Kyoryoku made it clear that he did not have the nerve to eliminate the competition like Ryoba and Ayano had.
But he had the nerve to do other things…
Ayano had made the crafty and bold move of snapping a picture of him with his large smile and determined eyes. He wasn't aware of this at first until he shot a quick gaze back at his device after it had alerted him of more activity from her phone.
"You got my bad side." He managed to darkly joke before turning serious again.
"But go ahead and send it to that pal of yours. I dare you. I can have her life in seconds." He threatened, meaning every word he said.
Info-Chan was smart and had power over everyone in school, even the teachers, but Kyoryoku had power over everyone in the COUNTRY..
"However..I know you wouldn't care if something happened to her. Not personally at least. But you'll no longer have someone to be your important safety net when performing dangerous and illegal activities in that school. No one to help you out. There goes all of your 'favors'." He brought up an important fact.
When thinking hard on this, Ayano eventually lowered her hand, deciding against sending Info-Chan the photo of Kyoryoku Saikou looking like a mad man.
"Smart choice. Good girl." The man said when seeing her final decision.
Good girl.. Those words sent a splash of discomfort in Ayano.
All she felt like doing was running the hell out of this room.
He tapped one last thing on the screen of his device, and Ayano heard a soft beeping noise on her phone seconds after. She quickly brought it back up to her sights and learned that it had been deactivated completely. She gave a silent gasp, looked back up at the man and saw that he had started walking towards her now.
She had taken a few defense classes in school so she could overpower the more weaker schoolgirls, but she didn't have a chance in hell with a full grown man, especially when she was sure that he had beyond self-defense training, if not offensive training.
The option of running came back in her mind. Running away like every other creature in danger.
Accepting that her cell phone was now useless to her, she dropped it and sprang for the large closed doors.
What started as a body slam, turned to fiddling with the knobs, but everything was locked.
What was there to do now?
Yell for help? This seemed reasonable and typical, but with how high up the man's room was, Ayano knew there was no one to hear her screams.
"Who's the one running for her life NOW?" A silent voice taunted her and she felt a pair of strong hands grab her by the shoulders.
"Let GO!" She instinctively yelled, but the man responded by effortlessly lifting and flinging her to the other side of the room. Ayano grunted, skidding on the delicate carpets. With her thighs and arms burning from the rough impact, Kyoryoku met her spot by slamming his hands back on her and pinning her there on her stomach.
Get off! She mouthed since the pressure on her lungs was too much to allow her to raise her voice again.
"You embrace the wonderful gift you have, but waste it at the same time! And all for what? A pathetic school boy with no fortune or importance to his name!" Kyoryoku bellowed angrily down at the pinned girl. In his mind, he was yelling this to both Ayano AND Ryoba. All of these words he wished he could use on the first woman he fell obsessed with, but now he was getting another chance.
"I won't let you destroy such potential a second time." He growled and flipped Ayano over on her back so fast that her pony-tail smacked her in the face. She was now looking up at the wealthy man, meeting his furious silvery glare.
Grey…so grey and colorless in his eyes.
There was a terribly awkward silence between the two, consisting mostly of Kyoryoku staring the girl down.
Ayano didn't really know what "fear" felt like. She hasn't ever experienced it in her life before, but this may have been the first time where her heart pounded not out of shyness, not out of panic or anger, or simply being out of breath. Her heart pounded out of terror.
She could no longer hold the gaze with Kyoryoku and ended up turning her head slightly, looking away. She kept her head where it was, but tore her eyes to the corner of her vision to see the man lean in close to her.
"You've never been taken control of like this, have you?" He asked in a low quiet voice.
Ayano was silent, removing her eyes from him once more.
"You want to know what a REAL man can do? Something that your peon of a senpai could never accomplish?" He kept asking. This was when Ayano tried her luck on squirming out of his grasp, but it was pointless.
Her eyes widened and she audibly gasped when she felt one of the man's firm gloved hands grab a hold of her left breasts, thumb rubbing the area where her nipple lay just under the shirt and bra material. She immediately stopped moving.
"Good girl.." He said again in a different tone. A tone that splashed her with a new feeling. A physical feeling she felt in her chest first before moving downwards in her pelvic area. Then to a spot where she wanted to squeeze by shutting her legs, however it was impossible with how Kyoryoku was pinning her. With the untamed excitement sparking a fire in the most sensitive areas, Ayano's body heated up and she began to blush.
Ayano stared in the corner of her vision again when the man took his hand off of her. She watched as he brought the same hand to his mouth and pulled its soft glove off with his teeth.
So he could get a better feel.
Ayano's chest rose and fell. Even though she didn't know exactly what was to come next, she knew what it entailed.
Ever so patiently, the now bare fingers fumbled with the top button of her shirt. It was undone in less than a second. This was followed by the next button being undone..
And then the next.
After less than a minute of unbuttoning, Ayano's shirt was parted, revealing her light stomach and black bra.
She picked a bad day to wear the one that unhooked from the front.
Kyoryoku was most likely thinking this same thought as his smile turned almost comedic in a crude way. It was replaced with a hungry look when the bra was next to be manipulated by his quick fingers.
When Ayano felt that breeze of "freedom" on the skin of her breasts, she was instantly covered in goose bumps, her nipples hardening. He leaned in close to her again, but not to say any words.
Ayano let out another gasp, her face becoming a shade of scarlet as she felt a wet tongue swab her left nipple before it was lost inside of the man's mouth.