Warning:

This chapter has a sensual theme but I'm not changing the rating to M because, well, nothing happened. Or so I thought. A reminder also: this is a GakuLuka anthology so don't be surprised if this chapter isn't related to previous chapters.


butterflies

Luka wanted to refuse. What was she doing in a place alienated by students?How did she end up here, anyway? Yes, she told herself once that there was nothing she wouldn't do for her darling little brother. Absolutely nothing. She was willing to give up everything to have her brother saved from the claws of death, but the price was too high to pay. Dignity—it was being risked right this moment, right at the moment she turned to the very person standing in front of her.

He gave her a dazzling smile that she would think attractive, had she not spoken to him a few days ago. His long lilac hair was caught up in its usual high ponytail, a bit messy but still gorgeous. She couldn't stop noticing how careless he was with how he dressed, leaving the top two buttons of his school uniform unfastened. Skin showing, heady perfume wafting in the air — was this guy a model student for real? Luka did not say a thing nor budge an inch, clearly saying that she was against his terms. Still, she couldn't defy him so let her have this silent protest.

Gakupo was a cool guy, kind they said, and he respected Luka's silence. Currently, they were talking at the backyard of the school behind the abandoned storehouse. He sent her a message asking for her immediate presence, saying that there were things they had to talk about immediately. So here she was, spending her vacant period with the richest and most gorgeous student of the campus.

"My father told me this morning that Oliver was slowly recovering. A few days from now he might wake up from coma." Gakupo pulled his hands from his pockets and reached out to grab her arm. Without waiting for her response, he dragged her behind him, still gentlemanly, and led her inside the dark and dusty storehouse. It smelled like old wood and books. A pleasant scent, he thought. The girl did not say anything, didn't do anything, and let him drag her. Though half-heartedly she took her steps after him.

"I thought it'll make you happy to hear such news," he spoke again, this time expecting an answer from her. Gakupo pulled her up the staircase, waving off the cobwebs that blocked his way.

"It does make me happy," she said with a flat tone. Luka wondered if Gakupo thinks she was a liar right now. "I...I really am. It's just...I thought we'll just talk. I...I didn't know...that—"

"Yes, and I'm absolutely glad that you still came here nonetheless." The guy turned to face her, his angelic visage still lit a smile, and gestured her hurry up and walk beside him. When she stood beside him, his hand held her by the waist. "I...I just want to see you."

Luka's heart started to beat wildly. This was dangerous. They had agreed that this kind of matter shouldn't be done within the school premises, anywhere but here, in exchange to a simple thing Luka demanded. She didn't think that three days after their agreement, he would quickly break that condition.

She wanted to protest but she was not in any position to complain. She owed him a lot, his family owned the hospital where her younger brother was confined in. If her parents were still here, things wouldn't be this bad. Luka glanced at his hand on her waist, then looked up to his face. He was a kind guy, he truly was, but was a weird one. There was an aspect of him so clandestine that if girls would know, they might dislike him. She had all the privilege to unveil such secret when Gakupo found her crying on the emergency room, three days ago, after Oliver was hit by a car. They never spoke to each other before that; she never thought that someone as popular as Gakupo would even know her name. That time when he called her, she was so afraid, so scared to lose her only family—Oliver, that she threw herself to him and cried. Well, they weren't friends or any sort — she was so mediocre by all standards; it surprised her when Gakupo comforted her.

She apologized for her actions, saying that she did it on impulse. Oliver was the only one left for her, her parents divorced and abandoned the siblings in their relatives' care. It was an unfortunate fate though, because her relatives never cared for them. When Luka turned fifteen, she decided to leave their custody. Now, she was eighteen, they managed to live well. Oliver was twelve by now, and was attending the middle school next to Luka's. Their suffering seemed endless though because Oliver was hit by a car in order to save a young girl.

Luka told him that she didn't have enough money to cover his hospital expenses, and she was afraid that the hospital might not do the necessary operation unless she would pay them. She was a mere grocery cashier, a student at that, so how could she?

That was the time when Gakupo offered help. The student council vice-president, Gakupo Kamui, revealed that the hospital was owned by his family. He could ask his father to help her, to free her of any charges, but he had a condition. Luka must give whatever Gakupo might ask for. The guy quickly apologized for offering help but in exchange of something, however he explained it thoroughly that he just needed to do something to relieve himself of such burden. He wouldn't be able to do so if without her help.

Promising that it wasn't something which could corrupt her, Luka agreed. At first he demanded nothing. He was contented to look after her brother too. When her worry subsided, he asked her to dine with him — he brought her to places she hadn't been to before. Seaside, parks, museums — only after they visited Oliver.

However, today...Gakupo seemed different. As he led her to an old table covered with a white cloth against the wall, Luka's heart thundered in her chest. She got a bad feeling that this was his real nature, that Gakupo actually planned to get his thing penetrate in hers — because, well, what else would they do here?!

The girl gulped and clutched her heart, mentally preparing herself to whatever Gakupo would do to her. Right now, she was feeding herself with a lie, that this was for Oliver. If she wouldn't agree to his conditions, they might discharge Oliver and let him die. This was all she could do, the last thing she could do — anything for Oliver.

Swallowing hard, she felt the warmth of his hand leave her waist. Luka heard him whisper something, but when she turned around she saw him removing his school vest.

"I...I'm not going to do what you're thinking, okay. I..." he winced, knowing that his explanation didn't sound so convincing. Instead, he pulled the white sheet to uncover the table and placed his vest on it. He motioned her to sit on it.

Maybe he could sense her nervousness, Luka climbed on the table and sat where he put his vest. They were going to do it, no matter how tried to reason they weren't. She couldn't believe that this was how she is going to lose her everything.

Gakupo didn't look like his usual self. He was fidgeting under her gaze, his cheeks dusted pink. He was explaining himself, but not a word make sense to Luka. He was going to do her—that was her conclusion.

"I...have a weird...habit." He took a step forward to close their distance. His voice was so soft like a whisper, meaning to reveal a fact about him only to her. "I...told you that I have to relieve myself from something, right? I...I'm not planning to do whatever funny thoughts running in your head. I won't molest you — I'll try making it sound like it isn't a form harassment, okay?"

Luka felt her cheeks burn at what seemed to be his warning. Funny thoughts? Molest? Harassment? What was happening here? Before she could hypothesize though, Gakupo ran his fingers through her hair, his touch made her shiver. The guy continued to close their distance until he was basically hovering over her and pinning her down on the table.

Luka shut her eyes tightly, quite unsure how would she manage the butterflies fluttering in her belly. This was weird sensation for her; she could feel his breath tickling her neck and his fingers still tangled with her hair. His tall nose was grazing behind her ear now, and their legs were a bit interlocked. She was trying to pull up her legs together, sensing that something very funny was about to burst out nowhere, but his stronger legs pushed it down.

Gakupo continued to sniff on her skin, sometimes he would place a kiss here and there, but he wouldn't do anything else. A minute had passed but heat was still there, and for some reason, Luka's body was expecting to succumb with the situation. She was still thinking straight, but it was just her body and the weird sensation she was feeling — they make things complicated for her.

"I'm sorry. I'm so attracted to your scent right when you threw yourself to me in the hospital," he whispered, biting her earlobe gently. "This is all I can do though—I want to do. I just want to breathe in your scent and intoxicate myself with such fragrance. You're lovely, Luka."

She fisted his shirt and buried her face on it. "I thought...you would...ah," Luka couldn't believe that such weird noise came from her. Did she just moan?! Gakupo untangled one of his hands from her hair and it went down to flip her skirt. When his hand touched a sensitive part of her, she wanted to vanish in the thin air. This was utterly embarrassing. "I...I...no," she sounded like she was about to cry, but Gakupo continued his business.

"I love how you smell," he mumbled then exhaled on her ear. Luka was soft like a jelly by now. This was too much for her to take. "All I want is your scent. All kinds of scent your body has. I'm attracted to it."

This wasn't the Gakupo she talked to back in the hospital. He wasn't the guy everyone in school thought kind. This guy was a big pervert with a weird fetish who was taking advantage of her for the sake of her younger brother. This guy, Gakupo, was making her experience she thought she would only feel once she married.

What. The. Butt.

Gakupo pulled himself away from her, hopping down from the table. Luka didn't get up soon, feeling weak to the bones — and embarrassed as well — and she wished he was done for today. Usually he would only ask for her company for an hour or two, then he would drop her by the hospital so she could visit Oliver again. Her mind was blank right now, still registering what on earth happened a few moments ago. Gakupo revealed his real self: a dude with weird fetish to body scents. It was really strange given that a commoner like her was just using a plain jasmine shampoo and soap in the bath. However, her thoughts were cut off when she felt his hands pulling her knees down and apart, and before she could slap those warm hands away, he buried his nose there.

Luka screamed at the feeling of his nose against her legs. He swiftly went down straight and sniffed the scent her womanhood was giving off. This was absolutely embarrassing to have a guy in your class sniffing on your underwear—while you still have them. Her face was bright red in shame by now, and the weird sensation in her belly was still there. She propped her elbows to see what he was doing and quickly pushed his head away when she witnessed his weird obsession.

Luka ran pulled down her skirt and jumped down the table, slightly losing her balance upon landing, then shot the gorgeous guy a glare. "What the hell are you doing? This isn't funny anymore. If this is the relief you are seeking for, then I won't wonder why no one else woul do it for you! Pervert!"

"Why, didn't I tell you that it is only you who can help me? Because it is your scent I'm attracted to."

"Don't give me such...! And you think this is fine? That's sudden! You're such a...p-pervert!"

"Don't call me that when you just moaned." Gakupo brushed his fringe away from his eyes, silently amused with how things turned out. Still, he wasn't glad that she interrupted his quality time. "Come here and don't make me wait," he beckoned.

"No! That's enough for today. I don't think I can endure this, Gakupo. I'm taking back our agreement. I'm going to work so I can pay the bills so please forget about this." Luka didn't wait for his response knowing that he wouldn't agree, so she ran out of the place while a little of her dignity was still with her.

Nothing happened, really. Isn't that a good thing? Yes, it is. Now, she has to worry about the hospital bill. She can find a way to get it through, anything but with Gakupo's help.

The girl ran as fast as she could, never bothering to look back. Her long pink hair fluttered behind her, the wind felt like it was caressing her the same way Gakupo did. Luka cursed, despising the idea, and doubled her speed to get out of this place. "Screw this butterflies," she mumbled and clutched on her belly. "Screw hormones."