As the Wind Turns
(or The Many Lovers of Sakura Mikan)

Chapter 2:
Kokoroyomi

Mikan was on the prowl.

The old her—the virginal her—would have been shocked at her current self, but Tsubasa-sama had opened her eyes to a lot of (naughty, dirty, sexy) things. Her secret lover had lived up to his current occupation and taught her many, many lessons in the art of pleasure, but right now, self-gratification was definitely NOT enough. And with Tsubasa-sama gone, there was no one to scratch the proverbial itch that had become constant in her life.

Which brings us back to a prowling Mikan.

Her prowling wasn't obvious to everyone else, of course (Mikan was capable of subtlety—Sample Exhibit A being her illicit sexual relationship with a ridiculously hot high school teacher), but many heads turned to her as she sauntered away from her classroom, as if she exuded some sort of pheromone that pulled everyone's attention towards her. It made her feel oddly empowered and aroused to know that she could have this effect on people. Even Narumi-sensei had gaped after her when they passed each other in the courtyard, his cheerful "Ohayo!" trailing off abruptly.

But none of the men she'd seen interested her in the slightest, and she pouted to herself as she climbed the steps up to her special star suite, wondering when Tsubasa-sama would be coming back. He'd been asked to assist Natsume on a mission, and at that time, Mikan had encouraged him to go, not knowing the deep, needy ache she would be feeling only hours after his departure. Kami-sama, she needed relief so bad...

Not counting the years she'd spent ignorant of the existence of such pleasurable debauchery, today was the first time she'd ever had to go without sex. Without Tsubasa. Mikan sighed heavily, her hands tracing a path up her hips and waist and breasts to massage the expanse of skin where her neck met her shoulders, trying to emulate the way Tsubasa-sama would touch her.

When she couldn't muster up the same sensations, she huffed in frustration and was about to continue on to her room when she caught sight of Kokoroyomi, staring at her with wide eyes and red cheeks and a slackened jaw. Mikan blushed, realizing she'd been caught fondling herself in public, and then remembered all too late that Koko-kun could read minds. She was quite sure he'd seen her fantasizing about Tsubasa-sama, and at his nod, she knew he was still reading her mind.

How embarrassing. And dangerous.

It wasn't that she minded, but that Koko-kun didn't really know how to keep his mouth shut about this kind of news. That was why she and everyone else relied on him to tell them what was really going on in the school, because not all the teachers had special nullifying jewelry that kept the students from using their Alices on them. However, Tsubasa-sama had just had his Mark of Punishment removed (thus the reason she had been absent that one day last week, unable to walk without wincing visibly after they vigorously celebrated his still-limited, albeit no less liberating freedom) and if even the slightest rumor of a student-teacher relationship involving him reached the 'higher-ups' ears, his Mark would be returned to keep him in line and away from her.

Blanching at the thought, Mikan had to consider her options, not really caring that Koko-kun was standing right there, reading her every thought.

Option one: Eliminate the threat.

Too cruel, Mikan decided, removing it from the list almost immediately. Koko-kun was her friend, and could continue to be her friend if he simply kept his mouth shut. (In the background, Koko-kun was nodding his head in agreement, whilst at the same time edging toward the door closest to him. Who knew what course of action Mikan-kun would resign herself to? Better safe than sorry.) That brought her to the next available option.

Option two: Blackmail.

But with what? While Koko-kun probably had a million blackmail materials he could use, no one could really pin anything remotely illegal or shameful on him. Koko-kun was a good person, and even if he had a mean bone in his body, it would never be directed at someone he considered a friend.

Pausing for a moment, Mikan realized one key factor in this situation. Koko-kun was her friend. Why didn't she just ask him to keep it a secret? Koko-kun nodded his head once again, which she saw out of the corner of her eye, and it reminded her why she couldn't.

Koko was a rabid little gossiper. It was one of the foundations that formed the rules of their class. All sorts of information would be found with Koko-kun.

Dammit. She was going in circles. What else could she do?

Blinking, one—unlikely, improbable—thought crossed her mind, and it had Koko-kun freezing in place and begin stammering unintelligibly in shock. "Mi- Mikan-chan!" he gasped, stepping away from her quickly. "I- I couldn't! Natsume-kun would kill me! Tsubasa-sensei would kill me! Hotaru-chan would- Everyone would kill me!"

That was probably true. Everyone had become quite overprotective of her since she had transferred into the Dangerous Abilities class, which was a little twisted since DA members were considered powerful enough to take care of themselves (Sample Exhibit B was Natsume-kun, and Sample Exhibit C was Tsubasa-sama). But now that she had been reminded of her previous (aroused, horny, sex-deprived) state, Mikan couldn't deny that the idea had its merits, and would kill two birds with one stone.

So to speak.

Koko-kun whimpered a little as she began to stalk towards him, eventually backing him into the corner. It was quite the perfect spot, really—positioned well enough to see everyone coming up the stairs and heading off into their rooms, but dark enough that no one would see them unless they were headed specifically for the corner. Tsubasa had taken her here once, just before dinner ended, so that she was on the verge of an utterly mind-blowing, scream-worthy orgasm when everyone started coming up the stairs to head into their rooms.

The memory of it had her squirming with desire, and Koko-kun was becoming more of a temptation as every second passed. Even if he wasn't as gorgeous as Tsubasa-sama was, Koko-kun was part of the more handsome population of the school, almost at the same level as Natsume-kun and Ruka-pyon. It didn't hurt that he was quite fit too, with a nicely built frame and lightly muscled arms.

Yum.

"Mikan-chan," Koko-kun spoke up, still sounding nervous, but her incredibly unedited, entirely honest thoughts had obviously run him down enough to make him consider what she was silently offering. "We really shouldn't—"

"You can see right through me," Mikan sighed, lifting a hand to sweep his hair away from his eyes with a feather-light touch. "You know my truth better than Tsubasa-sensei, better than Hotaru or anyone else." With a sudden motion, she gripped his tie and collar in her fist and pushed him back into the wall, pressing herself fully against him at the same time. Koko groaned as she openly imagined all the ways she could take him right here and right now, and yet kept so still she was almost a marvelously sculpted, unmoving statue. "Why can't you believe that my feelings are true?"

"Because—" His breath hitched as she touched the tip of her nose to the spot under his ear, exhaling lightly and allowing the air to move gently across his skin. She watched with fascination as goosebumps rose and prickled down his neck and savored the shiver she had elicited from his bones. "You're with Tsubasa-sensei. I never knew why he was so protective of you until you let your guard down and showed me..."

His blush encompassed his cheeks and spread rapidly, touching his neck and continuing downwards, where his shirt blocked the sight she had been following rather eagerly.

Damn shirt.

She was too busy wondering how she would divest him of his clothes (to rip with fervent ferocity, or to perfect her unbuttoning skills using her teeth?), so it took her a moment to recall what had been happening. Oh right. Protective Tsubasa, ignorant Koko, loose-lipped (figuratively speaking, of course) Mikan.

"Mikan-chan, watashi— Mmph!"

No more talking, she told him, knowing that with her Nullification Alice voluntarily turned off, he would be able to hear her. Right now, I'm just a girl and you're just a boy. Let's just be Koko and Mikan for now.

Koko-kun responded by kissing her back, finally giving in to her. For a moment, it was clumsy and raw, the moment filled with just a girl and just a boy just getting to know each other physically. It was an age-old ritual that every 'just a boy' and 'just a girl' went through.

And then Mikan wondered if she could show him what she liked. It would involve images of Tsubasa-sama, and she didn't know if Koko-kun would want to see those kinds of images of Tsubasa like that, even if it was with her. After all, what boy would want to see their male teacher in that kind of situation, even if said teacher was incredibly gorgeous and sexy? And it sounded so selfish too, to show another man how her older lover pleased her.

Koko-kun broke their kiss, and Mikan instantly regretted what she'd just thought. It wasn't fair to Koko to be thinking such things while— "Show me."

She gaped at him for a moment, unable to believe that he'd agreed to her (admittedly ridiculous) idea. And then she smirked, nipping at his bottom lip as she let the images flow through her and into him.

Obediently, Koko-kun lifted her into his arms and turned them so that it was now Mikan that was pressed against the wall. Koko had felt impressive at first, but now he was downright delicious. His arousal had grown exponentially, as if seeing her memories had triggered his lust.

He chose to emulate one of Mikan's favorite memories, his fingers aiming for the spot between her thighs as his teeth bit down carefully on her shoulder. "Mmh, harder," Mikan requested, fisting her fingers into his hair and leaning back to brace herself on the wall, her knees lifting higher around his waist to give him more access to her slick core.

And then Koko did something that shocked her to bits, sending fiery jolts of electricity through her nerves and into what felt like a mini-orgasm.

He told her she was a slut.

"You liked that, huh?" he asked, noting the way she jerked and clenched around his fingers. "Of course you did. Sluts like you like this shit."

"No! No, I'm not a slut!" she protested half-heartedly, knowing it was the right thing to say against a slur such as that.

"Sure you are," he said almost casually, as if they had been talking about something as inane as the weather. He pulled his fingers out and pushed it in again, rubbing against what Tsubasa-sama had called her G-spot. She shook in his arms as he did so, making him chuckle darkly. "See, slut? You like having this pussy of yours fucked, and you don't even care who fucks it. That makes you a slut."

"I've..." she panted and jerked as he began to stroke her firmly, making her lose her train of thought. Kami-sama, not even Tsubasa had such an instant effect on her. "I've never…oh!…never been with anyone else!" She finished her sentence in a rush, afraid to lose it again.

"And yet here I am," Koko murmured, spreading his fingers wide and pulling away a little to see what he was doing. Mikan blushed darkly, still unused to such blatant acts of perversion. Tsubasa liked to look down there too, as if he were fascinated that he could fit in her so well. "Damn, you've got such a pretty pussy, slut."

"Please, stop calling me a slut, Koko-kun," she begged.

"I can read your mind, remember?" he reminded her with no small amusement. "I can tell you like hearing me talk like this to you." His laugh was low and wicked, and it had her leaking more juices over his hand as her body shook with anticipation. "Who knew Sakura Mikan was so fucking kinky?"

The hand supporting her slipped down to her cup her ass, squeezing it in time to his thrusts and sending her closer to her climax. More, she thought. "More." More, more, more... "More, more, more!" She didn't know if she was thinking it or saying it any longer. All she knew was that she wanted more of what he was giving her.

"Unbuckle my belt, slut." When he paused his movements, she scrambled to obey, continuing on past his belt and onto his pants, freeing his long length. He was hard and smooth, longer than Tsubasa, but thinner in girth. Regardless of size, he had the tool to give her release and she was going to savor every second of it. "Do you like my cock, slut?"

"Yes," she sighed, palming it gently. He hissed and squeezed her ass hard, rubbing the bundle of nerves atop her core at the same time, making her arch her back and gasp as she almost reached completion. "Oh! Oh, Kami-sama, Koko-kun…"

"Tell me you like my cock, slut."

"I like your…cock," she reiterated hesitantly, and he released her ass, only to slap it loudly and firmly. "I like your cock!" she repeated quickly, understanding instinctively what he wanted. "I like your cock! I like your cock! I like your cock!"

Koko-kun's smirk was devilish, a complete contrast to his normally cheerful smile. Mikan didn't know where this Koko had come from, but if men were a treat, he'd be a box of her favorite Howalon puffs. "Put me here," he ordered, his darkened brown eyes falling to where his fingers were leaving her.

She obeyed, wondering briefly just when he'd become the dominant one, and he took himself in his hand and began rubbing himself on her soaked center.

"I can't figure out," he said suddenly, conversationally, "how you can be so devious and sexy in one second, then innocent and naive in the next."

Confused, she told him, "I don't understand."

Koko-kun released himself— "There!" he declared, making her blink at him curiously. "You can't even think the words cock and pussy and fuck, can you?"

Oh.

Mikan blushed once more. "I suppose not," she admitted. "But I've only been at this for a few wee— Ah! Oh!"

Koko-kun was long. She could feel him already deep inside her, and yet he kept pushing, reaching depths Tsubasa never had.

Oh yes.

Oh yes, yes, yes!

"What a slut," Koko-kun groaned, still sliding into her. It took him a few moments to finally touch a piece of her that made her recoil in discomfort, and luckily, he had run out of…cock, to put inside her. "Good girl," he murmured, evidently proud that she had managed to at least think the word. "Keep it up and I'll stop calling you slut."

"What would you call me, then?" Mikan asked, panting as she slowly got used to the deep intrusion.

"Fuck toy," he replied, pulling out abruptly and slamming into her completely. It took her breath away, how rough he was, and combined with the dirty, degrading nickname, it pushed her back immediately on the verge of her yet-to-come orgasm. Koko-kun chuckled, amused at her. "You're so kinky, Mikan-chan. I wonder how everyone would react, knowing just how much you love being fucked?"

Sheer terror gripped her as she remembered how much more loose-lipped Koko was than her, and Koko—the ridiculously-skilled, obviously-experienced sex maniac that he was—used that moment to press her knees to the wall, spreading her indecently wide, and pounding into her roughly. The adrenaline that rushed through her at his threat helped bring her to an immediate release, the endorphins exploding through her veins and filling her with a sense of fulfillment that was matched only by the night Tsubasa had first fucked—yes, fucked—her drunk, inebriated body.

Her scream of release was muffled by Koko's hand, and it only fueled the excitement that still pulsated through her. One thought miraculously pushed its way through the fog of bliss that was encompassing her mind, and it was a truth she wasn't about to deny.

Koko-kun is a sex god.

Evidently pleased by the thought, Koko came, pulling out of her and soiling her skirt and thighs with his release. Mikan watched as his eyes glazed over, his throat releasing low grunts and groans as he spilled himself on her skin and clothes. "Kami-sama," he panted, resting his head on her shoulder. "Holy shit, Mikan."

"Are you okay?" Mikan asked, a little worried when Koko didn't move for a while.

He started chuckling then. "Mikan-chan," he sighed, moving to look up at her, "I'm fucking fantastic."

Mikan giggled at the dopey grin he was sporting. "Hai, you fucking are," she replied with an amused smile, and Koko gaped at her for a moment before laughing.

Loudly.

A door opened somewhere down the hall, and in a flurry of rushed motions, Mikan and Koko straightened up, smoothing down skirts and zipping up pants just as Ruka's head poked out of Natsume's room. He didn't see them in the darkened corner, and Mikan was grateful for that.

"What is it, Ruka?" Natsume's voice drifted down to them.

Ruka shook his head and went back inside. "Nothing. I thought I heard something," he replied, "but no one's out there." The door closed behind him, and Mikan darted out of the corner quickly. Koko followed her swiftly, rounding down the stairs before anyone else came out.

He paused at the landing. "Mikan-chan," he called out softly as Mikan touched the handle of her door. She glanced over as she opened it, saw Koko's small smile as he sincerely said, "I won't tell. Promise."

Mikan smiled back at him and disappeared into her room. I know, she thinks to him before closing the door.

And then she activated her Alice.

Author's Note

At yue679's behest, I've finished chapter 2. I was debating whether to use Ruka or Koko, but since I had more material for Koko, that's who I went with. Any requests on who Mikan's next lover is? :)

Thanks for reading!
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