Chapter 7
Inside an unused classroom Mamori quietly sobs as she embraces Hiruma. He leans on the wall supporting her weight on him, her face buried deep in his chest as he rests his chin on her head. Hiruma embraces her back securing her that he is there.
"Your hand must have hurt a fucking lot. You almost slap him all the way to motherfucking China." Hiruma jokes.
"You're… exaggerating…" She says in between soft sobs.
"No seriously… you can beat the old man's kick with that slap. Kekeke. If we could only use that in a game we'd win."
Mamori loosens her arms around him and lifts her head to look at him. She wipes her tears away. Hiruma then leans down and kisses the corner of her eye.
"You want me to kill that asshole?" Hiruma asks giving a wide grin.
"No please don't. It's not his fault that he likes me."
"But it's my fucking fault that you like me? Huh? That chump sure knows how to say shit about someone."
"It's not like there's no truth to what he said."
"What the fuck." Hiruma gently pushes her away "after you fucking defended me you're saying that he's right."
"That's not what I meant." Mamori tries to say.
Hiruma raises an eyebrow. "Then what do you fucking mean? Why did you fucking like me? When did you even realize that you fucking like me?
"I don't know." Mamori answers. She looks at Hiruma and he can clearly see her honesty despite the fact that she's somewhat confused. "I don't know when it started and why it started."
"Fuck that." Hiruma barks, "Maybe he is right. I think you're confusing duty with fucking love and you have some kind of masochistic tendencies."
Mamori is about to answer back to say that he is being ridiculous but her mouth is not able to utter another word when Hiruma's lips silence hers.
Hiruma then pulls away as he continues with his words.
"But I don't give a fuck. I know I'm awful and I know I'm violently evil. But I know you know why and that's all I need to give a fuck about. You already confessed to me and I already told you I love you. Take me or leave me, you decide… but for me there's no fucking turning back now. I'm betting everything on you."
Mamori smiles. She really thought they will have another fight. She really thought that he's being unreasonable again. But he isn't and that makes her very relieved.
"I'm not confused, Hiruma-kun. I know for sure that I love you." Mamori confirms with all her heart.
"Prove it." Hiruma says, slightly unconvinced and a little bit teasing.
Mamori then gulps. She pulls back and thinks. Hiruma just watches her and is actually counting the seconds before he stops this joke. She really doesn't need to prove anything just by being here is more than enough proof.
"Kekekeke. Ok fucking ex-manager you can calm your pretty little head now I don't-. Wait! What the fuck are you doing?"
Mamori was unfastening his belt. She then unzips his zipper and starts to caress his crotch. As soon as Hiruma realizes this he instantly goes hard. Mamori steps closer so as to hide her face from him. She is embarrassed and he can feel it.
"You don't have to do that." Hiruma says to the blushing woman in front of her.
"I want to ok!" Mamori snaps back, obviously getting too shy.
Hiruma then lifts her face and brings her closer. He softly kisses her on the lips and she opens her mouth to him. As they kiss, he took her hand and guided it, slipping it inside. Mamori gasps a bit as she feels him pulsing under her fingertips. Hiruma kisses her neck and nibbles on her ear.
"Want to know how I taste like?" Hiruma's low voice came in huskily almost tickling her ears.
She turns a deeper shade of red but she still nods to that question.
Hiruma then pushes his pants and underwear down while the girl kneels in front of him.
"Do you even have a clue on what you will do? Kekeke" Hiruma laughs again silencing the wild drumming of his own heart.
"Somewhat…" Mamori answers her eyes avoiding the sight in front of her. She doesn't want to stare but her eyes seem to want to linger.
Mamori then holds him in her hand. Her soft fingers gently stroke him as he goes harder. From the base she starts licking him, all the way up to the smooth head. She continues to lick him conscious of his every action and wondering how he feels. She then pulls away and look at him.
From down there she saw Hiruma blushing as well. His hand on his face and as the other fist is clenched on the side.
"Don't fucking look at me." Hiruma mutters.
Mamori feels glad. He seems to enjoy that. Mamori then continues putting the head inside her mouth and gently sucking it.
A short low moan came from Hiruma followed by breathing.
"Damn." He utters.
Mamori continues to lick him enjoying the taste of raw firm flesh on her tongue. She then will stroke him as she puts the head inside her mouth, playing it around with her tongue and softly sucking on it.
"Anezaki…" Hiruma breathes, "try putting in as much as you can." He instructs.
Mamori does as she is told and tries to put more inside her mouth but she stops as it hits the back of her throat. She gags a bit and pulls away. Hiruma instantly goes on one knee and checks on her.
"I'm ok…. I'm… ok… " She says, "Please… don't worry about me."
"Fuck that. Don't force yourself."
Mamori then smiles. "Would it be better if you sit down?"
Hiruma blushes at the request spitting out a short, "fine."
Hiruma then sits with Mamori kneeling in front of him. She places a handkerchief on her knees so as not to scrape them too much. She then continues.
To say that this is all to please Hiruma, is a lie. Mamori slowly discovers that licking him, hearing him moan, sucking on him and hearing him breathe heavily turns her on. The taste, the smell and the feeling fuels her lust in a way that is completely new to her.
"Relax…" Hiruma says as he strokes her head. "open your mouth wider."
It is just like when they were kissing, even in breathlessness he will still instruct her.
"Your tongue…" He pauses as she completely understands him and his needs, "great…. That's my girl."
Mamori then tries to pump it inside her mouth. Surely she maintains a steady rhythm as he goes in and out of her mouth.
"Breathe through your nose… don't … ah." Hiruma grips the side of the chair he is sitting on. "Good. That's so fucking good."
Mamori then goes faster his penis barely touching the back of her throat. Whenever she feels like gagging she pulls her head away.
Hiruma spreads his fingers on her hair tangling them on the strands. How he wants to push her towards him but he didn't. This is the woman she cherishes that even in hot lust he would not to hurt her. And yet it feels so fucking awesome. Controlling himself feels so damn hard this time.
"Faster…" He whispers sitting straight and placing himself closer to her. Mamori obliges.
"Mamori." He calls her name. "I'm almost…"
"Shit." Hiruma curses as he releases in her mouth clenching a fistful of hair.
Mamori's eyes shut and she pulls out with her mouth dripping from his cum. He continues to release even as she pulls out.
He breathes as he lets the feeling subside.
Hiruma looks at her seeing how he stained her shirt as well. His eyes goes to her face right at the exact moment when she swallows whatever he had managed to give inside her mouth.
"Tastes… weird…" Mamori tries to explain.
"You don't have to fucking swallow it." Hiruma barks as he blushes.
"Don't worry… I like it."
Hiruma can only sigh in defeat. This woman is just too much for him.
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To ask when she started to like him is a foolish question. She doesn't know exactly when. She couldn't even remember which team they were fighting back then, which strategy meeting it was, over how many cups of coffee... She just couldn't.
He didn't know the meaning of personal space. He was always in her face as they argue. When he wanted something he would just grab it even as she was standing there. He was confrontational, aggressive and imposing. That's how he ticked.
She is protective, caring and gentle; a motherly figure to those around her. She will protect everyone and shun away the enemy as long as she knows she is in the right, and usually she will win because they are wrong. That's how she ticked.
"No, Mamori is a good girl she will not do that."
How many times did she hear those words from her parents, from her friends' parents, from teachers, and from her friends themselves?
It's not that she was sick of it. It just felt like she is bounded by this "mother figure" that if she tried to be different people will hate her.
If she had to be honest, she actually did fear that hate.
However, he came into her life with guns, curses and wickedness. He brought only chaos and fear to those around him. How much she disliked him.
"Mamori is a good girl she will not do that." But he gave her a weapon and laughed at her chaos.
"Mamori is adorable." She danced stupidly on the side and he understood what she meant.
"Mamori is always right." She stood up against him and he fought her with his beliefs.
"Mamori is gentle." He showed her that violence can have sense and can be fun.
"Mamori is perfect." He intrigued her with a game of wits that she had never experienced before.
To ask her when was a foolish question; it's like asking someone if she could remember when the first time she had consciousness of the world. But to ask her why was also foolish, she would never be able to convey these feelings into words.
xxx
With the blinking lights of the city beneath their feet Hiruma and Mamori eat their dinner. They are having a date in one fancy hotel that night. Their seats are outside in the veranda where you can see a breathtaking view of the city.
Hiruma decided that it was about time to bring her to a real date and so he did.
"You don't have to be so stiff fucking ex-manager we're just eating. Kekekeke." Hiruma laughs to ease the tension.
Mamori wipes the side of her lips with a napkin, gently places the napkin down and smiles.
"I'm just behaving what it is expected of me."
Hiruma leans over to her. "You should behave how you want to fucking behave."
Mamori just drops the subject. Of course, that's how he lives his life. She turns her attention to the view and still finds it marvellous even after the main course.
A waiter came and clear out their plates, only to be replaces by their dessert.
"The lights are beautiful." Mamori says gently, "thank you."
The waiter finished preparing the table and steps out. Mamori looks at the plate of creampuff in the middle of their table. She picks one up and starts to eat.
"I have no fucking idea what you mean…the most beautiful fucking sight around is this woman in front of me currently stuffing creampuffs in her mouth."
Mamori stops and blushes. "You said I should behave how I want to behave."
Hiruma laughs. He then stretches a hand towards her and wipes away a small drop of cream on her cheek. He brings his finger to him and licks the cream.
"Still so fucking beautiful."
"Stop it."
Mamori looks at the people inside the hotel. There are other guests in this restaurant: foreigners, aristocrats, actors and politicians.
"Those women are more beautiful than me."
Hiruma annoyingly looks inside. "Plastic surgery, liposuction, nose jobs, boob jobs and fucking overkill of makeup. I see no comparison. Even the waiter who brought our dessert thinks you're more beautiful than anything else. That guy can't keep his fucking eyes off you."
Mamori bows as she eats with her face turning into a deeper shade of red.
Hiruma is enjoying her reaction. She is flushed from her ears down to her neck. He can see it clearly with her dress cut low that her cleavage shows a bit if you look from above.
He tenses; maybe that is what that waiter is looking at. Hiruma takes a mental note to gouge that guy's eyes out before they go home. He is quite annoyed with the thought so to lighten up the mood he decides to tease her again.
"Are you fucking done eating?" Hiruma asks, "Because there is a room in this hotel that's just waiting to hear you scream."
Mamori almost chokes on the creampuff. She then takes a sip of water.
"Kekekekeke." Hiruma laughs seeing how adorably embarrassed Mamori is.
Mamori glares at Hiruma. He is enjoying this too much.
Mamori stands up, "I'll be back, I'll just go to the ladies room."
Hiruma nods but continues to laugh. He takes his a sip from his glass and calms down. There is no one to tease so he stops laughing.
He looks out towards the twinkling lights of the city. If he goes back in time and tells his first year self that he will soon be out on a date with that strict goody two-shoes girl that annoyed him he would surely tell him to go fuck himself. Back then he would not even think about meeting someone that would peak his interest in the way she did; he would never thought that he will meet someone that would matter as much as football to him.
While he is absorbed in his thoughts a guy emerges in his peripheral vision.
He stops being melodramatic and looks at his surroundings. There are five of them. There are four guys dressed in the same suit and one dressed in more expensive clothing.
"You must be Hiruma Yoichi" The one he assumed to be the head said in a cheery tone.
Hiruma didn't even answer him. He looks at the guy clearly showing that he is not interested in whatever he is going to say.
"Of course, I thought you will be as friendly as the rumors say so I'll get straight to the point."
The guy then sits on Mamori's seat and pulls out a brown envelope. He slides the envelope across the table towards Hiruma. Hiruma looks at the guy carefully. His gaze then goes slowly towards the envelope. Hiruma is carefully in control of his every move. All of them are armed with more than one gun. He can only assume that these guys might be members of the yakuza, mafia or some underground syndicate.
He picks the envelope and carefully opens it. He pulls out the contents. He doesn't even need to completely pull them out to know what is inside. They are blackmail materials. He knows exactly what they could be. He pushes them in again and looks at the guy. His eyes are dead serious this time.
"So what do you fucking want with me?" He says darkly.
"Finally you decided to talk." The guys smiles and leans over. "I am here because I want to invite you to our little family. I've heard from my friends that your information network is unbelievable. I want to make good use of it."
"I see." Hiruma jokes, "of course anyone would be envious of my work." His eyes then turn dark "But it's not for fucking sale."
"Oh I'm not buying it with money. I'm sure you are familiar with the pictures inside the envelope."
"Yes and I'm even more fucking familiar with blackmail."
"Then it's settled."
"I didn't fucking say yes yet."
"But you will."
"How can you be so sure?"
The guy pulls away and sits more comfortably on his chair.
"Hiruma-kun. I am sure that you don't really care about your image."
"Oh I care about it more than you could ever fucking imagine."
The guy merely laughs. He gets the envelope, lifts it and let the contents scatter on the table.
Hiruma doesn't flinch at all as the pictures fell in front of him. One by one the images of him and Mamori flashed before him. They were their intimate moments in school as they were both tightly locked in each other's passionate embrace both without a care in the world. Back then he didn't even know someone would be watching them; he didn't care. Back then he made that mistake.
"Even if you don't care about these I'm sure she would."
Hiruma had his arms crossed ready to pull out a gun without a second thought. But those words made him halt his shooting spree. He almost forgot about "her". Yes, these pictures are blackmail materials but he forgot something more important than that. He is not the only one in these pictures. He is not the only one they are targeting here. Sure he is the one they want but he won't be the only one to fall.
Hiruma gathered the pictures. He cannot bear the idea that other people are looking at her beauty. He feels his ire rumbling inside him with the thought of other people watching her in ecstasy. It should be something only he can enjoy. No one else can claim her.
"I can send it to every University she wants to go to. Even if she manages to get in some school I'm sure she will have trouble finding a job given that everyone had already seen her… should I say… wild side."
Hiruma pulls out a lighter and let the fire lick the pictures. He makes good use of this time to think of what he could do. He cannot bear the thought that he will endanger her future. He must not get her involve in this.
The wind carries the ashes away as Hiruma finalizes his decision. He looks at the guy in front of him. Hiruma's eyes are dead and cold as he submits himself to this man's will. It is against everything he is but he cannot do anything about it. Even if he is the demon of Daemon he still has a weakness. Because he made her his weakness he knew that he will endanger her. He just did not expect that it would be this soon. But no matter… he still doesn't regret choosing her. She is one weakness he won't let anyone toy with.
All he will do from here on out will be for her sake. Before he realizes it this is how he ticks now.