The monitor labelled 'Mamori' flickers and goes to life showing him a live footage of her room. Exactly as he predicted his package had arrived and was already in her hands.
She is in front of her study table with a laptop open, she is already watching the clip. Hiruma smiles as he sees the color creeping up her face. He thanks his past self for getting HD cameras. He can even zoom in and switch cameras with ease.
He notices some pillows on the floor and laughs, "Was it that frustrating?"
Mamori finally stands up and turns the laptop off. Hiruma starts to laugh hysterically; his manager looks so annoyed and flustered. She then goes to bed and covers herself with a blanket.
He wishes it is already tomorrow. Oh, how he wants to tease her about this as soon as possible. He wants to see her face blushing like that in real life. No matter how clear the HD footage is he still prefers to have Mamori looking like that in the flesh.
Flesh. His train of thought suddenly goes to a stop as the word crosses his mind. His mind then pushes up the memory of what happened today. His memory tortures him as it brings back her face, her scent, and her warmth. He can feel being on the edge again. He pauses, stopping himself from chasing such memories. He curses his brain for being keen to details, for the image feels so real and vivid.
But no matter how everything was clear to him he still tries to push them all down.
"Fucking manager." He utters barely winning over his brain.
He then looks at the monitor once more thinking that she is already sleeping. This should be enough for the night. His finger lingers on the power button of the monitor when he notices something.
She's still awake. It is evident from her face but what's more he can see her moving under the blanket.
Hiruma sat down and looks at the monitor carefully. He doesn't even have to zoom in to see how red Mamori's face is.
Eyes closed and mouth hanging open, she turns from side to side. She is breathing erratically as something is moving constantly under the blanket.
Hiruma can only predict that it is her hand.
A large devilish smile formed on his lips. He cannot believe what he is seeing.
'The high and holy Mamori is actually masturbating right now.'
It feels like the biggest headline of his life. This is too big even for the extortion booklet. This is the biggest secret he could use against her. She will be under his control if she knows that he knows this.
He then wonders, 'is this a reaction to the video? But that would mean that she actually enjoyed what happened inside the cabinet and the clubroom.'
'Tch.' He then starts to argues with himself, 'That's fucking impossible. She must be thinking of someone else… the situation might have just gotten her horny.'
Somehow he didn't like that but that was more logical than acknowledging the fact that the manager wanted him.
'She fucking wants me… now that's something to laugh about!' Hiruma amuses himself.
He looks at the monitor again. Mamori is oblivious to the fact that he can see her. She is doing that knowing that she's safe within the four walls of her room. For a moment he thinks that she's an idiot. She must know that no secret is safe from him. How can she be so trusting?
Hiruma wanted to turn off the monitor and go to bed. He wanted to just drop the issue, put it in his archives and go to bed. He really wanted to do that.
But for some strange reason, he can't stop looking at the monitor. He can't stop looking at her. His eyes wander from her face to the blanket, silently wishing that she would remove the damn thing. He swallows as his finger reaches another button. He touches it slightly and soft noise slowly filled his room.
Of course, other than cameras he also had installed microphones. What is the sense of the spying on someone when you can't hear them? Sure he can lip-read but hearing is better since he can use their own voices against them.
But he never thought that he'd be using it like this. He doesn't really need to turn the audio on but he wants to… and now he is glad that he turned it on for now he can now hear moaning.
Seeing her is one thing but hearing her like that is totally another issue.
"Fuck." Hiruma mutters to himself. He can feel that he's being affected by all of this but he can't force himself to stop.
He can really stop watching now. Just the mere information of her doing this is enough but he can't. He doesn't really know exactly why and he hates that doesn't really know exactly why. He has seen a lot of women doing this… from youngest teenager to oldest woman, from the ugliest to the prettiest, from the most common to the most famous. He isn't new to this. And even as he watches them masturbate or have sex, he doesn't get a reaction. He can clearly focus on his goal and can stop any time he wants.
But this case is totally different.
This is the first time he cannot keep himself under control.
He can feel his urges becoming stronger. He wants to go to her room, pull the blankets away and please her himself. He wants to be there and feel her warm body close to his. He wants to feed her with the pleasures, he knows, are still unknown to her. Even through the monitor he can feel her wanting more, from the way she is touching her body he knows that she had never been with man before. She still has a lot of things to learn, to understand, and to explore. And for a second, after seeing her in such a state, how he hopes to be that man who will teach her.
The memories of today surfaces once more, this time he embraces it. He finally gave up in pushing them away.
He knows she smells sweet. He can remember it as if she is there, warm around his arms. He doesn't really like sweet things but hers is the creampuff scent he could tolerate. The scent fills her hair, her neck, and her body. If he could capture her lips he knows it will taste even sweeter than it smells. If he can only taste her, he will roll his tongue around her. He already managed to have a bite but he wants more. He wants to devour her even deeper to taste not only the sweet skin but also the silky cream inside.
Her breath becomes even more audible. Even the slightest sound that escapes her throat fills his head. He looks at her flushed face, if he could only reach her and part her hair so that he could clearly see her face.
"H…Hiruma-kun." Mamori cries out.
"Damn you." Hiruma curses. She was thinking of him all along. The whole time, she was imagining him like how he was imagining her.
"Hiruma-kun." Mamori cries again louder than the first one.
Hiruma closes his eyes. Her voice echoes in his head, as his heart drums in his chest. He strokes himself faster feeling his release coming close.
Mamori quiver in pleasure in front of him and soon after he came as well.
Hiruma is breathing heavily, his chest moving as he heaves. When he finally finishes, he turns off the monitor and goes to the bathroom to clean himself.
"What the fuck am I doing? Why did that fucking happen?" Hiruma shouts in his head as he sees his face emotionless in the mirror.
"GET A GRIP OF YOURSELF!" He shouts slapping his face with his wet hands.
He looks at the man in the mirror once more. His face is unreadable even with the tumultuous feelings inside of him. Even until now he can feel his heart throbbing but he showed no such thing in his face.
He realizes that this is already a dangerous thing. There are some things that he must keep under control at all times. Anything that could endanger the Devil Bats and their goal should be eliminated from their path in whatever way possible.
His face is still the same as he looks at it. Even with a thousand things racing in his mind he reflects none of it. This is how he will play this game.
He then starts to think. He needs to do something about this.
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Mamori stares at her notebook. She can hear the lesson but her mind is barely paying attention. All her anger about what happened yesterday went out of the window the moment she got the package from Hiruma. She realized that it must be the reason why he suddenly acted like that. It wasn't because of her it was because they really shouldn't be doing those things there.
Actually she is thankful that Hiruma is like that. Somehow even the devil can actually be a gentleman. Mamori feels her face getting warmer. She can't believe it but she can't stop liking their quarterback even more after this.
Anyway the package was a small flash drive containing the video and a text file. He said she has the only copy of that and it was her decision on what she would want to do with it.
'But what am I supposed to do with it?!' She asks herself once more.
Finally, the bell rang and it was lunch. Mamori can already see her friends going to her. They always eat lunch together. The sound of the noon radio fills the classrooms as she takes out her lunchbox and adjusts her seat.
It is all peaceful and nice when suddenly a screeching feedback slices through the air. Everyone comes into a halt and drops whatever they are doing to cover their ears.
"Fucking manager! Come to the clubroom at once!" A voice shouts on air.
They then heard the sound of gunfire and soon the mellow afternoon lunch music plays again.
Mamori knows this voice. She stands up and gestures to her classmate that she's leaving. The two look at each other and waves at Mamori. They already know exactly what just happened. She leaves the classroom instantly.
She arrives at the clubroom, lunchbox still on her hands. She opens the door and immediately sees him sitting comfortably on his chair with his feet on the table. His eyes are on the laptop, his one hand on the keyboard and the other holding a sandwich.
Mamori goes over to him and sat on the nearest chair to him.
"Is that your lunch?" Mamori asks.
Hiruma lifts his eyes from the monitor, "You got a problem with it?"
Mamori pouts. She stands up and gets a small plate and extra chopsticks. She places them on the table and gently starts to divide her food.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Hiruma asks, noticing her.
"You need to eat. We still have practice later for the match tomorrow. I can't believe how poorly you're eating." She nags.
Hiruma rolls his eyes and continues to eat his sandwich barely looking at the plate that Mamori is assembling.
After she was contented with the amount of food she shared with Hiruma, she sat down and ate. Hiruma already finished his sandwich and so he continued typing on his keyboard with both hands now. He still didn't touch his additional lunch.
Mamori finishes eating, wiping her lips gingerly with a napkin. She fixes her lunchbox and sits there quietly. Her eyes never left Hiruma or the plate in front of him. She really wants him to eat.
"Please tell me you're going to eat that as soon as I leave." Mamori says.
"I did not call you to give me food or to be motherly to me." Hiruma answers back.
Mamori sighs. "Then why did you call me?"
Hiruma closes his laptop and put it down beside the plate.
"I need to talk to you." Hiruma says.
Mamori, all the while, is looking at him and his eyes. He is serious. This is something of utmost importance and she knows that she must give him all ears.
"Is this about tomorrow?" She asks.
"This is about the team." Hiruma answers, his face straight and cold.
"Alright then…"
"and about you." He finishes.
"Me?" Mamori asks, almost pointing a finger to herself.
"Yes, you, fucking manager. I need you to get out of the fucking team."