Kuranosuke stared into Tsukimi's eyes. He was hesitant. Her top, which was a button up shirt, was disheveled, giving the slightest hint of a view at the tops of her breasts. He glanced down, finding a strip of skin from the shirt rising while she had slept and turned. His hand slid over the exposed belly, caressing the soft skin. She stirred more, her cheeks reddening. "Do you want something?" he questioned. Just to be clear I won't get slapped again…

Tsukimi stared up at him. Her eyebrows were pulled together in hesitation. "Yes…" she murmured, glancing away in embarrassment. It hadn't been until now that she'd felt such things. She never had the desire to be touched in such a perverse way. She'd thought about it, but pushed it to the side. She glimpsed up to find him staring intently at her. Searching her eyes. He sat up more until he was on his knees. He pulled her to the middle of the bed, tossed the blanked off of her and straddled her legs. Tsukimi looked startled. Kuranosuke leaned down, brushed some hair from her face and placed his lips to hers to reassure her he would be nice and not rush. He pulled away. Tsukimi stared up at him, then slowly let her eyes fall lower, eyeing the bulge in his boxers. This made her expression go back to alarmed. Kuranosuke tipped her chin up with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. "Don't look at something you don't want," he murmured and started un-buttoning her shirt from the bottom.

Tsukimi didn't have much to say for the first couple of seconds as he un-buttoned each one on her shirt. Until he got to her breasts and she pulled her arms across her chest nervously. She may have worn a bra, but she still didn't want him to see. Kuranosuke rose an eyebrow at her, leaning closer to her face. "Would you rather me get straight to the point?" he asked, eyebrow still arched.

Tsukimi stared. She swore her lip was trembling. As she didn't answer, Kuranosuke slipped down her and started pulling at the waist of her pajama bottoms. He was taking her underwear with them. Tsukimi gasped, squeezing her legs together. They were only at her knees, but still enough to see. Tsukimi squeezed her eyes shut until she heard a chuckle. Kuranosuke had slipped to the bed, beside of her. "You're so cute being shy." His hand slipped out to touch the extra bared skin, caressing. It made her shiver, chill bumps running across her skin. "I won't do anything…"

Tsukimi's expression was sad. Kuranosuke ignored it. She obviously didn't want any of this. He slipped over the edge of the bed, went to the dresser and pulled on a pair of shorts and t-shirt. He didn't feel like dressing up and putting his makeup and wig on if he was just going to be working today. He gave one last glance in Tsukimi's direction. "I'll be downstairs. We have to paint." He said, staring at her before he left.

Tsukimi trembled, rolling to her belly and sulking. She felt like a fool. She lay there for a couple of minutes. She heard Kuranosuke still in the kitchen, making himself a small meal. Tsukimi let out an uneven breath, slowly slipping her fingers down to her pelvis. Tsukimi paused here, uncertain. She had never done this before… Her fingers went lower until she found the wetness of her groin. It made her furrow her eyebrows in confusion. She delved into the folds, finding a sensitive nub. She experimentally rubbed this, found a perfect pace as she experienced pleasure. She whimpered, trying to trap the moans that wanted to slip from her lips. She felt warm and the rubbing felt nice. She gasped once or twice, her toes curling in the process. Just as she felt the pleasure rising, her heart jumped out of her mouth when she felt the bed dip. Kuranosuke.

Kuranosuke leaned over her, straddling her. "How bold. Masturbating with the door open and your ass visible to me," he cooed.

Tsukimi tensed. Her cheeks felt hot from the embarrassment. She started pulling herself from beneath him when his hands captured her hips. He turned her over even though she made it difficult to. Eventually he found her face, flushed and embarrassed. This made him laugh a little, caressing her face. She leaned in to his touch as if craving the attention. "Ready?" he asked. She looked startled, as if she was just woken up. Bleary eyed and sleepy. He slipped his hand down to the area between her legs, brushing the folds, finding her opening. He first used one finger, testing the tightness. He stroked in and out of her, glancing up to look up at her face. Her eyes were closed and her eyebrows were drawn together as if she was trying to concentrate. When she let out a shaky breath, Kuranosuke crooked his finger to press against her G-Spot. After a couple of times and his pace quickening, she started to become livelier. Sighing, whimpering, and struggling to keep the moans in that he wanted to hear. "It's okay, you can let it out…"

It took a minute but Tsukimi did as he said. The sound of her moans were like heaven to his ears. It was such a pretty sound to come from her. He used his other hand to press his thumb to her clitoris as she'd been doing when he came in for his phone, only to spot this erotic sight. She writhed beneath him. Her moans became more often, mixed with whimpers. He added a second finger to her entry. She stretched to accommodate it, but it seemed to drive her wild. In a matter of seconds she tensed around his fingers. Tsukimi tensed up as well as he continued, pushing her over the edge. She cried out, going wet around the two fingers that had been inside of her. Kuranosuke pulled from her clitoris, watching her tremble and catch her breath. When she opened her eyes, he pulled from her, licking his fingers with a smirk. This made her blush and look away. Kuranosuke laughed. "Come paint…" he said, slipping off of the bed, going around to his side for his phone and leaving yet again.

Tsukimi stirred, looked up and around. Slowly she got out of the bed, hurrying to the dresser for her clothing. She looked through it, then scowled. He'd gotten rid of her clothing and replaced it with more womanly clothing? She sighed, went through it for a while, decided on a tank top and a pair of leggings. They looked like sweat-pants. When she pulled them on, the top fitted her figure. It showed the roundness of her breasts, the slimness of her waist and the curve to it. The pants felt snug, which made her narrow her eyes in annoyance. She turned to look in the mirror. It definitely rested on her hips and fit nicely, only it defined her backside. She rolled her eyes. He did this on purpose… She went out whether she liked it or not. In the kitchen, she steamed some rice and checked the fridge. Apparently Kuranosuke had made some miso soup and left some for her. She pulled it out and heated it. She sat in the floor in front of the coffee table. They really needed some cushions… She ate, finding Kuranosuke come up, wiping his forehead. Their gazes locked, Tsukimi being the first one to look away. "You wanted bubbles on the walls right? And some Jellyfish? Think you could do that?" he asked, going into the kitchen for some water.

Tsukimi kept quiet as she ate and she felt his purple orbs on her as he leaned against the door frame into the kitchen. "Oh, so you're not answering me now because I made you come? That's not nice," he said.

Tsukimi nearly choked on her rice. She coughed a couple of times. "How do you expect me to act? Especially when you took all of my clothes and replaced them?"

Kuranosuke looked like he was trying to hide a smile and stifle his laughter. "Sorry. I don't like you in baggy clothing. You look nicer with fitting clothing."

Tsukimi sighed. She wasn't going to complain. "We should go out later for groceries. We can't keep getting take-out." She said, finishing up her miso soup and rice before standing, running into him in the process. She glanced up at him, found the serious gaze on her, and then ducked away. She put the dishes into the sink, yelped in alarm as arms wrapped around her and lips pressed to her exposed neck and shoulders.

"Don't be afraid of me… I won't force you to do anything anymore. I'll do anything for you Tsukimi." Kuranosuke said next to her ear.

It made her shiver, his deep voice next to her ear. Over the years, his voice had deepened. It always sent chills up her spine. "O-okay, let's go paint," she said, glancing up at him with a small smile.

It was an improvement. Kuranosuke lowered to kiss her lips. She kissed him in return without any hesitation. He made a mental note that she liked kissing. Two minutes had passed and Kuranosuke had become more passionate. They stopped when Tsukimi gasped, jumping away. Her eyes dropped to the bulge and back up at him. It had startled her to feel a sudden prod. "Sorry," he murmured. He gestured her to go ahead while he cooled off, leaning there against the counter for a moment or two. Eventually he forced the bulge away with disgusting thoughts and he headed downstairs. Tsukimi was studying the walls, her sketches splayed out on the floor as she thought of where to put the drawings. This was only the first floor of two floors they needed to do work on. This floor would have to be where the jellyfish dolls were sold with a couple of other trinkets as well. The second floor would be where the clothing was for sell.

Kuranosuke returned to painting the rest of the walls. It took an hour or two at most for the first coat and then a second for any places that seemed off. Tsukimi had already drawn four jellyfish. Beautiful and exotic, as if a professional artist had painted this. Tsukimi had to wait while the other parts dried, so she went back to sit in the floor, cleaning her hands and making a couple of more dolls to hang from the ceiling and more to sale. Kuranosuke had to come over and stop her from her work, poking her on the forehead to grab her attention. She blinked multiple times and looked up. "Want to go get the groceries and a bite to eat? It'll give the walls time to dry. And we can get extra things for the house."

Tsukimi slowly nodded. She gathered the dolls and added them to the large basket she had. Kuranosuke sputtered as he just now saw the basket. "Holy—I didn't know you made that many! I think that's enough, honestly." He said, glancing to her.

Tsukimi shrugged. "We could always use more for the second floor? Is it going to be the same colors, the walls?"

Kuranosuke scratched at some dried paint on his hand. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt," he said, glancing up to her. "Go get cleaned up and we'll head out." He glimpsed over her attire to see if she'd gotten any paint on them, but it was only on her hands.

Tsukimi hurried upstairs. Kuranosuke had followed her, which made her hurry all the more since he was probably smirking and staring at her behind. One she reached the top floor and got into the kitchen and to the sink, she washed off the paint. It came off easily. She jumped as Kuranosuke stood next to her and leaned in to wash the paint off. She was failing at trying to get used to this new relationship. She could try harder. As she dried off her hands, she reached for a notepad, started scribbling on it. She wrote the things that they needed. Tofu, udon noodles, shrimp tempura, some more rice, pork, beef, chicken, seaweed, eggs, some panko, eel and squid… She also wrote down things they needed for the bathroom. There wasn't much of anything left. Kuranosuke leaned over her, looking over her shoulder. "Wow, you're going all out. Want to stock up that badly, huh?"

She looked to him, looked back to the list, and continued writing some more which made Kuranosuke laugh. She added flour, thinking of fried tempura batter and Tanuki Soba. She put down crab and shrimp, thinking about Korokke. Kuranosuke yanked the notepad from her. "I think you're good. If you write what you want when you're hungry, you'll write everything down." He said, taking the slip of paper from the pad, folding it and putting it into his pocket. "Come on."

With that, they left, getting into the back of the car Kuranosuke persisted he should keep. He felt it gave his driver something to do instead of nothing. On their way to the store for at least ten minutes, finally they pulled in somewhere. Only it wasn't the grocery store. Tsukimi's eyebrows furrowed in annoyance, darting her brown hues in his direction. Kuranosuke held up his hands. "Hey, you're hungry. Eat first."

The driver came around to open her door and she got out, Kuranosuke coming out behind her. It was a quaint looking restaurant. Kuranosuke guided her inside, took a seat at a table. A waitress came by to ask them for drinks. Tsukimi asked for Kocha, which was black tea. Kuranosuke asked for Jūrokucha. For the time being, they looked over the menu. Tsukimi had already decided on some Miso soup ramen with extra eggs and butter. Kuranosuke seemed indifferent as he looked, his chin resting in the palm of a propped up hand. Tsukimi stared. He looked so elegant. He radiated it. When he glanced at her and caught her staring, she looked away. Kuranosuke wrapped his fingers around the nape of her neck and pulled her back to look at him, placing a kiss to her lips. It was more than embarrassing to do in public, especially with girls looking at him in interest. If they had any before, it was definitely gone when they kissed. Tsukimi instantly melted and went along with it. He pulled away and returned to his menu.

As the waitress came around, with the drinks, he had decided. Tsukimi relayed hers and finally he spoke up. "I'd like some Nabeyaki if you can." He said. He knew that it was served in the colder months, but as it was getting slightly cold, they had to start serving it soon. The woman nodded with a smile and left.

Tsukimi sipped at her tea with a sigh of contentment. She watched from the corner of her eye as Kuranosuke did too. He glanced at her and she jumped, blinking at him. "Do you have some sort of radar or something when someone looks at you? It's creepy!"

Kuranosuke smirked. "No. I can just see from the corner of my eye that you're turned in my direction."

Tsukimi crossed her arms over her chest, looking away. She didn't turn toward him every time did she? As for the wait for the food, it would have to be a couple five minutes more. Tsukimi's stomach growled. Kuranosuke laughed. She looked at him with a huff. "What?"

Kuranosuke shook his head. "No, it's nothing," he said, glancing at her, slipping an arm around her waist and pulling her closer. He saw the girls staring as if in disbelief, thinking it was just some sort of joke. He tipped Tsukimi's chin up, pressed his lips to hers all the while staring at the girls. After a couple of minutes, they'd gotten the picture and started sulking at their table. He parted from her lips and looked down at her, finding her face flushed and her eyes swarming with arousal. Kuranosuke stiffened, blinking at her. "Ah, sorry…"

Tsukimi glanced away, stirring and fidgeting. One of her hands was balled up in a fist and resting at her groin, as if she was tempted. As the waitress came around with the food, she had something else to distract her. She ate and Kuranosuke did as well. She was the last to finish, filling up quite quickly and leaving some noodles in the bowl. Tsukimi still felt the effects of the arousal and the warmth between her legs. She was self-conscious about it and she slowly slipped out and stood, going straight to the bathroom. She waited hesitantly since the bathroom was occupied, and just as it opened and Tsukimi started inside, she gasped when an extra person joined her. From the mirror, she could see it was Kuranosuke. The sound of the door locking made her twitch. "This is the women's bathroom. Why are you in here?"

"I came to participate in what you were going to do."

Tsukimi blinked at him. "Peeing?"

Kuranosuke narrowed his eyes. "You know very well what."

Tsukimi looked to the side and back up to him for moment. Kuranosuke came forward, wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer, kissing her. It merely added to the arousal. She didn't feel like they should be doing such a thing in public, but… Her thoughts trailed up when she was lifted and pushed up against the wall. He pushed down her pants with her underwear and lifted her higher, making her level with his face and level with his groin. It felt weird to feel such a thing rub against her, even if it was clothed. Kuranosuke slipped his hand between them, rubbing the warmth until two fingers slipped inside. Tsukimi gasped in alarm. She groaned lightly as he continued his previous method, only he captured her mouth and continued kissing her throughout her moans. "Don't be too loud," he murmured against her mouth, panting slightly.

Tsukimi tried, but each time she made a noise, he covered her mouth with his. It came to a point where he kissed her until she found her release, which she tensed and moaned loudly into his mouth, muffled. Her legs trembled at her release, which felt just as amazing as the previous one. Kuranosuke guided her back to her feet and as she started to slip her pants and underwear back up, he grabbed one of her wrists. "No, don't. I need something so I don't walk out of here with a serious hard-on," he muttered, pulling his pants from him, slipping them down to his feet.

Tsukimi was alarmed as he pulled his boxers down just enough for the erection to be free. Good lord! She thought. It looked like it was a little longer than six inches. She shied away from it. Kuranosuke came closer, lifting her shirt up. "Hold it," he murmured, his fingers wrapped around his length and slowly stroking it.

Tsukimi did as he said, quiet and alert. He had put his free hand on the wall beside of her, his stroking pace quickening. His eyes closed as he concentrated. Tsukimi never thought it, but he looked so… sexy? Was that the word for it? He let out uneven breaths as he continued, shivering here and there. He glanced up at her once or twice, stealing a kiss during one of the times. It was urgent and hungry. When he pulled away, he groaned slightly, which gave Tsukimi chill bumps and a blush upon her face. Kuranosuke finally grunted and tensed. Out came his release, splattering across her belly. Tsukimi had flinched at it. She knew nothing about the penis or what came out of it, but now she knew. She glanced down at her taut belly and the cloudy white looking liquid. Kuranosuke had left to get some damp paper towels, returning to carefully rub away the semen. He looked up to her as he fixed his boxers and pulled his pants back up, finding a very intrigued look upon Tsukimi's face. "Pants," he said, clearing his throat to throw her out of her reverie.

"Oh!" she gasped, ducking down to pull her underwear and pants back up. From here, they left, paying the bill and making their way to the car with their fingers interlaced with one another's, laughing at what had just happened.


^ All characters belong to Akiko Higashimura.