Chapter 3

There was a time when she had worried about him so much. That time, her heart was so restless that she could barely get some sleep.

Football was a dangerous game and she knew that. She knew the number of people getting injured, incapacitated or forever ruined every year in every game. This was the reason why she feared Sena to join such a team. She could not bear the sight of people getting hurt.

When Deimon had a match against Shinryuji, Mamori felt awful during the whole game. That was probably the first time she saw blood coming from their devil quarterback. She didn't know it was possible that someone could truly hurt him. But what's worse was that Mamori knew that no matter how worried everyone else is, he would just shrug the pain off and continued to pretend that everything was ok. He is a human being too and Mamori would never be deceived by his lies.

But the worst emotional turmoil that she had to endure was probably during the whole match versus the Hakushuu Dinosaurs.

Hiruma was badly hurt. Behind his devilish grin and bravado, she could clearly see that he was not even fit to stay in the small clinic of the stadium. And even if it was against every fiber of her body, she let him go back to the field. He served as a magnificent gargoyle and he won with everyone's help.

But, during the whole time she was stopping herself to faint, cry or show weakness. He had been strong for all of them; the only thing she could do was toughen up as well.

She wasn't just worried. She was legitimately scared. She was scared that everyone might get hurt, she was afraid that she might not be able to see them smile again, and she was frightened that she might lose him.

That was the time she had decided that she would never let him go again. No matter what happen, she would never let him near danger. She would be a reliable manager, and would ensure his safety in and out of the field. She would never let anyone or anything take him from her.

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They stare into each other's eyes for too long that Mamori realizes only now that Hiruma is only wearing a towel.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she opens her mouth to scream.

"Oh for crying out loud!" Hiruma grabs her arm and pulls her inside with a step back. In one continuous fluid motion he also closes and locks the door behind her.

Mamori didn't even know what happened.

"Don't worry I have my underwear on, fucking manager." Hiruma says leaning on the wall with his arms crossed.

"But... but... this is a love hotel and..."

"Don't worry I am alone. The fucking slut already left." Hiruma says leading her inside the room.

"So you really did have a guest with you... here..." Mamori says her voice going softer with every word.

Hiruma turns to her. Mamori is blushing and looking down, for him that is very unusual of her. He didn't like it.

He walks to her and pushes her towards the wall, pinning her hands on her side. He leans closer bringing his face dangerously near her.

"Heh... jealous fucking manager?" Hiruma smirks, "or should I say, fucking ex-manager..."

Mamori looks at him. He didn't really change. He is still the Hiruma she knew. The Hiruma that does crazy things whenever she makes that worried face. Even this time, this is how he cheers her up. But she still cannot deny the dangerous proximity between them. The smell of the hotel's soap and shampoo came strongly on her nose mixed with the intoxicating smell of Hiruma. If she would dare move closer she will taste his lips and who knows what she might do in a place like this.

"Why are you here?" Hiruma asks seriously.

"Why did you stop going to school?" Mamori asks.

"Didn't I tell you to stop looking for me... are you retarded? Can't you fucking understand me?"

"Come back. The second term starts on Monday. I'm expecting you to be back in your class." Mamori says bravely, ignoring his attempts to divert the topic.

"What the fuck is this conversation?" Hiruma says finally letting her go and stepping back, "I ask a question you should fucking answer it."

"I will not let you get away with what you want. I am here to bring you back to school!"

"And why would I?" Hiruma hissed looking dangerously at her.

"Just because you can't play football anymore doesn't mean you can stop attending classes. This is your last year in highschool. You should enjoy it." Mamori explains.

Hiruma licks his lips. This woman is just impossible. He doesn't really get why all this is happening. His relationship with her should have ended the moment they stopped being members of the same team. She should have been glad to be out of his life the moment he laughed at her confession.

'Confession...hmmm' Hiruma thinks, there must be a way to make her realize that he isn't really worth her time.

Hiruma turns back to her and smiles devilishly flashing all his sharp teeth to her. Mamori can feel a chill running down her spine but she didn't back down. She's used to this. Honestly, she misses this feeling.

"If you promise me to do everything I tell you I will go back to school... give me five fucking wishes, make them all come true and I will go back to class." Hiruma says his eyes challenging her.

Mamori feels nostalgic. They're back to square one once more, like the good old days. She enjoyed these little challenges and was silently hoping all this time for them to come back.

"Three. I haven't read any genie story with more than three wishes." Mamori answers back.

Hiruma laughs, "Kekekekeke. Are you fucking sure about that?"

Hiruma then pulls Mamori to him and pushes her towards the bed. Mamori landed safely on her back and is about to sit up when Hiruma lunges on top of her. His arms were on her side trapping her once more.

Hiruma leans in to her. Her breath brushes on his face, seemingly inviting him to come closer.

"I will not be kind to you. We are not members of the same fucking team anymore. I don't give a fuck about you anymore...are you sure about this?" Hiruma's voice is low and hush but his words are clear.

"Three wishes." Mamori just answers.

Hiruma shakes his head a bit and laughs. Sometimes he forgets how brave this woman really is.

"Fine." Hiruma finally agrees.

He then stands up and goes to his drawer. Mamori sits up and watches him as he pulls out a black cloth and tosses it over to her.

"Then… let me take from you my first fucking wish."

Mamori picks the cloth up and examines it. She doesn't really know what to do with it. She looks at Hiruma as the man sits beside her.

"Close your eyes." Hiruma instructed her. She obeys and closes her eyes.

Hiruma breathes as he folds the cloth. He still cannot believe she is doing this just for him to go back to class. He can feel his heart drumming and his blood pumping. He has never been this excited in a while. He then finishes folding the cloth. He then wraps the blindfold around her eyes.

"Scared, fucking manager? You can turn back now." Hiruma teases.

Mamori turns towards him, "I hope you still have your uniform."

Hiruma grits his teeth.

'You brought this upon yourself woman...'

And so he begins.

Even with the blindfold on Mamori still keeps her eyes closed. She can feel Hiruma and knows exactly where he is. She braces herself. For all she knows, he could shoot her in the head and no one will know about it.

"Ready?" She feels him breathe on her neck.

She feels him leaning, his arms on her side supporting his weight. She feels a kiss on her cheeks and she instantly bites back the surprise as he continues to kiss her neck.

So this is what he means.

She is wearing a long sleeve blouse with buttons on the front for a top and a skirt. Now, she regrets wearing the skirt today of all the days.

She dare not speak for he might think that she's actually having second thoughts now. Hiruma unbuttons two buttons of her blouse revealing more skin. She can feel his finger tracing a line from her chin, down to her neck on to her chest, stopping only to unbutton the next hindrance.

Hiruma goes to her neck again kissing and nibbling on her ear. Mamori feels hotter with every contact of his breath on her skin. She bites back all the moans forming on her throat as she feels his lips, teeth and tongue grazing the sensitive flesh of her neck.

She feels his wet tongue sliding down from her neck to her shoulders, tasting her warmth and sweat. She knows she is breathing erratically but she can't stop it. As he feasts on her, her body feels hotter and hotter. With every contact, she is stopping herself from urging him to do more.

Finally all the buttons of her blouse are released. She could feel her bra fully exposed as the cold air creeps in her skin. Even with the cold air around her, she feels rather hot with the radiating warmth within her excited body. But more than so, it is Hiruma's embrace and kisses that keeps her body burning.

"I am not fucking around." Hiruma whispers as he rests his head on her shoulders.

"Me neither..." Mamori answers.

Mamori can almost see him smile. He just loves challenges and surely she is challenging him now more than before.

He slides her blouse down on her wrist as he brings her hands behind her. He guides her hands together and binds them using her blouse.

"Hiruma… what are you doing…?" Mamori asks.

He doesn't give an answer but rather she feels a soft push in front of her. She obediently lies on the bed looking for a comfortable position even with her arms tied together behind her.

Hiruma looks at her. Defenseless and helpless, he could do anything to her right now and everything will be her fault. She is still obeying him even after all the things he did so surely it is her choice.

Hiruma is on his knees, looking at his ex-manager lying in front of him with her exposed skin challenging him as a man. Hiruma can feel himself hard and pulsing. He had never felt like this before in any of the women he had fucked during the past few weeks. Even without touching her, even if he is just looking at her, he can feel all his sexual desires going wild.

He needed a breather. He needs to stay back for a while. This is not what he intends to do. He was sure she would back down the moment he released a few of her blouse's button. She had before. Why was she so eager to get him to school?

"Why?" Hiruma asks, unconsciously murmuring audibly.

Being unable to use her sight, all her other senses heightened…. And all of it altogether is focusing on him. His smell, his touch, and his voice… if she could only taste him as well her mouth will burst in his flavor but that will be too much to ask. The world tuned itself out and for her there is no one else to sense but him.

That is why even with the smallest of voice, Mamori turns to him. She can hear his voice, clearest of any other noise.

Mamori then smiles. That is her only response.

Mamori then feels Hiruma lying on top of her with his weight carefully supported for her not to be crushed beneath him. She then feels his kisses once more but this time more passionate than before. Wilder, wetter, hungrier. He pulls her bra down and she finally fails to stop a gasp escaping from her mouth. A hand fondled her breast and she can feel her nipples getting harder under his fingertips.

She wants to free her hands and clasp on her mouth for this time she can hear herself moaning. A tongue rolls around her other breast, spiraling in until it reaches her nipple. The moment the slippery tongue came in contact with her she feels herself pushing forward towards him.

His mouth covered her nipples and he slowly suckles on her. Her breasts are soft and hot as it rises and falls with her every breath. He continues to play with them alternating between the two mounds of flesh with his mouth and hand.

She cannot take it any longer. She digs her face on the pillow and bites hard.

She feels a finger caressing her cheek.

"Now, now fucking manager… no one will hear you here. You can let it out."

She feels herself blushing. "I won't…"

"Kekeke" Hiruma chuckles. "Let's see if you can continue being stubborn."

She feels him leaving her breast and lying on the side. She wonders what he is up to, but all her thoughts ceases when she feels a hand running up her thighs.

A hundred and one times… Hiruma might have lost count somewhere but he is certain that that is the accurate number. That is the number of times that he had stopped himself from doing something like this to her.

There were times that he just wanted to push her to the wall, undress her with his kisses and go inside of her. But he stopped himself.

All these desires were bottled up inside of him, only to be released little by little with a kiss or an embrace. That was what she can only handle from him. So he decided to only give her that.

But this time, she is not letting him hold back. She smiles, and moans as if she wants all these. She goes to him as if she needs this. And Hiruma sure wants to give it all to her.

As soon as his fingers touch her wetness, he is sure that he will not hold back any longer. He had wanted this for a long time and had survived until the end of the year with this drive in control. There is no Christmas bowl, no team, and no manager-quarterback roles to stop him now.

He pulls her underwear aside and inserts a finger. She gasps and clenches her teeth tighter on the pillow.

Hiruma then kisses her cheeks as he pumps his index finger inside her. Her juice continues to flow out until it reaches even his palms.

Hiruma kisses her cheeks once more, urging her to let go of the pillow, he knows a better way to suppress her voice.

Mamori somehow understood him and relaxes her jaw. Her head then turns to Hiruma, only to be captured by his lips.

The moment they kissed, Hiruma inserts another finger. Mamori lets go of the kiss and buries her face in Hiruma's neck.

"Hiruma… " She moans.

Hiruma nibbles on her ear and whispers, "no one else can hear you here... no one else but me… let me hear you fucking manager. I want to hear you."

Hiruma then pulls his fingers out of her only to slide down to her. He took her underwear off, enjoying the way it is drenched in her essence. He guides her legs apart, goes down and breathes right in front of her.

"Scream fucking manager." He says.

"What?-"

And with that he goes to suck on her vulva. A scream of pleasure erupts from Mamori, sending a wicked smile on Hiruma's lips. He parts her folds with one hand as other plays with her clitoris. He continues to suckle as she becomes more and more wet. Her juice continues to flow on his tongue as he licks every part of her. He continues licking her clit sending her to a higher feeling of bliss than she had ever expected.

Mamori shivers in pleasure, unable to explain the feeling bubbling up inside of her. She wants him more and more with everything he can give her. She finds herself thinking of nothing else but the burning desire to be pleasured by Hiruma. Her mind melts with the feeling and nothing is holding her screams any more.

He pushes her to the edge by tickling and exciting her senses even more.

And when she finally let everything go, she feels a sudden burst of pleasure. It flows out from her core until her fingertips. With every wave she can feel her body surrendering to the intense feeling. She trembles as she flattens her back down to the bed.

Hiruma pulls back and sat up, wiping his lips with his hand.

He took his towel off and can feel his erection wanting to taste her as well. But he stops and looks at her.

She is breathing heavily, her legs shaking and her shoulders stiff. She must be feeling uncomfortable with her hand behind her.

'One hundred and fucking two' He counts in his head.

He breathes and grabs his towel. Tossing it on top her. Mamori feels the towel and surely she turns to the direction where it came from.

Hiruma pushes her gently to the side and unties her blouse. Mamori pulls her hand slowly as Hiruma unties the blindfold as well.

Mamori is now free. Hiruma shakes his head a bit as he sits on the bed turning his back from her.

Mamori sits up bringing the towel up to cover herself. She shies away as well.

"That's the first one…" Mamori whispers, her voice a little bit breathy but her words are spoken well.

Hiruma closes his eyes, pulls his lips in a smile and opens his eyes as he turns to her.

"Enjoyed it? Fucking manager." He teases pushing everything back to normal.

Mamori blushes and looks away.

"I'll… I'll just take a shower then I'll go home."

She wraps the towel around her and heads straight to the bathroom. She closes and locks it.

Hiruma breathes out. His eyes turn to the rumpled bedding where she lies a while ago. He rests his body there and surely he can still feel her warmth. He closes his eyes, inhaling the sweet lingering scent of Mamori's body. In an instant, the sight of her enjoying him fills his head.

'Fuck you… stop it.'

He hears the lock being undone and he straightened himself on the bed.

She comes out of the door, fully clothed. Her blouse had wrinkles all over but she doesn't seem to mind. Her hair is fixed as well as her skirt. Looking like that, one will think that she just forgot to iron her blouse.

Hiruma doesn't know what to say. He can only stare at her as she awkwardly goes for her bag on the door.

She will finally leave but who knows what will happen tomorrow. Hiruma doesn't like it but somehow his uncertainties are becoming more and more frequent.

"Hiruma."

And in an instant his full attention is on her, he even sits up a bit.

"Monday… see you at school… ok?" She says, not even looking at his eyes.

She then opens the door and dashes out, not forgetting to close it behind her.

Hiruma sits there in awe. That's the Devil Bats manager for you. No matter how awkward the situation, she still won't forget her goal.

Hiruma stands up and looks at the window. She quickly found a taxi and drives off. Hiruma silently takes note of the plate number so he can check on her later.

He inhales, and smiles at the remaining ghost of the sweet fragrance Mamori left in the room. He can feel his manhood once more. Visions of Mamori succumbing to him, screaming his name as he goes in and out of her, fill his head. He wants her even more than before.

Like a drug…dangerous, addicting but amazingly good… he feels that he can never taste anyone like her anymore.

This monster that he carefully chained up deep down inside him is now shouting for release. This is the feeling he had been suppressing for a long time.

And now he doesn't know if he can still suppress the monster. Not with her smiling at him like that, letting him get away with all of this.

He walks towards the shower, to be contented this time with only visions of her.