Kyoko dreamt she was falling. The sounds of pebbles rolling off the cliff as they followed her down were like sharp cracking noises. Several of them hit her tumbling form on their way down.

Abruptly the ground was beginning to race up to meet her. Kyoko lashed out and cried for help. But a vortex began to develop around her, it was like an empty and dark hole came to swallow her whole.

Spinning her small form like a rag doll in its mist, she had become completely helpless. Suddenly she could feel a strong hand reach down towards her and grasping tightly for it she clung on for dear life.

"Don't let go of me," she pleaded but within seconds, she was falling back down into the black darkness.

The warmth surrounding Kyoko was stifling. Pushing away from the mass of heat she stretched out onto her stomach and sought comfort from the soft mattress. A satisfied smile returned to her sleepy face. But the heat followed her.

Frowning, she drew her hand up to reach for the heavy comforter. Throwing her thick blanket off her, she tried to once again evade the heat. But within seconds, the weighty blanket covered her slender form.

Still half asleep, Kyoko's eyes were closed tightly but she was beginning to get annoyed with the disruption to her sleep. Rolling onto her side, she reached blindly behind her to investigate the source of her discomfort. With a single hand she felt about and heard a soft grunt.

Her hand had touched a clothed article and trying to identify the item, she took hold of the entity firmly in her hand. It was long and sender, and although it had initially felt soft, it was beginning to harden quickly. Was it lengthening and enlarging at the same time? Kyoko's frown deepened.

Still unsure of the article that she was clasping onto, in her hand, she opened both eyes and turned her head over her shoulder. Her eyes easily focused in the dark and widened in surprised when she realised what she was handling. Rolling over to face the object, she took another look to be sure.

A scream of terror rose up within her and tried to escape but her lungs had constricted too tightly to allow it out. Her mouth gapped open and she immediately snapped it shut. Her eyes flew up to the body that the stiff member was attached to.

Laying on his back with his eyes firmly closed was Tsuruga-san. Noticing the deep breathing coming from his chest, she was able to tell that he was still asleep. His hair laid long and tousled over an eyebrow, similar to the way Cain would wear his hair.

Does this mean they were still in character? Kyoko breathed a relaxed sigh as she digested that fact. By now it wasn't too unusual for her to be in bed with Tsuruga-san, that is, if he was acting as Cain. Her hand went to fondle Tsuruga-san's erection absent-mindedly. A small groan from him brought her back to reality.

Was she still holding on to his thing? Her eyes lowered in fear as she recognised her own stupidity. Was she seriously sexually molesting the sleeping emperor of the night? Her teeth clamp down on her tongue, as she forced herself not to squeal from her temporary loss of sanity. But a frightened whimper left her instead.

Trying to release the manly anatomical part of the daunting person sleeping soundly next to her was causing Kyoko to sweat profusely. Fighting not to let a full fledge scale of panic overtake her; she took several gulps of deep breaths into her constricted lungs.

Without waking him up, she forced herself to relax the muscles in her hand. But the muscles in her hand had gone into overdrive and they clung on tightly and refused to budge from the solid flesh of man. It was as if her hand had a will of its own.

Another frighten whimper escaped her, as she tried again. But this time her nails dug into the warm body of Tsuruga-san's erection, eliciting a low groan from his sleeping form. Her hand began to shake convulsively as she fought franticly to release him, causing him to groan even louder.

"Damn you! What do you think you're doing? Let go of this thing right now!" She mumbled as she continued to shake with even more frenzy. Worried that she would be caught with her hand on his private part, she brought her other hand up, thinking to peel her fingers from him.

Help me! Please help me, God! Don't let him catch me doing this shameful thing to him. She lifted her head to the ceiling and pleaded, while she rested her other hand over the first.

Initially the hand relaxed passively over the tighter lower hand. But as it smothered over Tsuruga-san's thickened member, like the first hand, it clenched on tightly. A hysterical sob left her. Now what was she going to do?

She casted a fearful look in the direction of the peacefully slumbering man, and biting down hard on her bottom lip, she groaned over her predicament.

"Damn you!" She mumbled under her breath. "Damn you both for the trouble you are causing! Don't you know how immoral and perverted you are for doing such a thing to him?" Wishing she could teach her hands a lesson for their lapse into corruption, a desperate thought arose in her panic stricken mind.

Anxious to release her grip on his throbbing member, she brought her face down to her fingers. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she used her teeth to peel back her fingers from his long erection. Hastily, she was able to peel most of her fingers off him and had begun working on her other hand when suddenly a large hand locked on to her head. Kyoko gasped in surprise.

Tsuruga-san was cradling her head, with her mouth on her fingers, while he was still asleep. With burning red cheeks, she felt him begin to thrust his hips at her overly heated face. His hard body slowly rocked back and forth, bumping into her forehead.

"What was he dreaming of?" Kyoko wondered aloud, as she tried carefully not to bite him while she continued to use her teeth to remove her stubborn fingers.

Her lips brushed back and forth several times over the thin cotton layer of his boxer, which separated her from his naked manhood. But Kyoko tried not to think about the intimate contact. She quickened her unsteady motions to release her last three fingers from him, while her face turned a scarlet red.

Her head was still held loosely in one of his large hands. And she could make out an occasional grunt coming from the sleeping but mobile man.

Could he be thinking of sex? Again, she was having difficulties in removing her unyielding fingers as she wondered at his thrusting movements.

Of course he is! Isn't he the emperor of the night? The most desirable man in all Japan? Why wouldn't he? She wryly decided.

I hope he's not picturing me! She thought reflexively.

Liar! Admit it; you're hoping that he is dreaming of you! The pestering thugs sneered loudly in her mind.

Closing her eyes, she mumbled firmly under her breath, "No. I don't care if he's dreaming about someone else!"

So are you saying that it doesn't bother you for even a little bit if he is dreaming of his teenaged sweet heart? They mockingly called back.

In answer, a wave of disappointment fell over her, causing her to stumble back slightly on her imaginary cliff, while she faced the harsh and brutal thugs of her subconscious.

Her chest constricted painfully as she wondered about Tsuruga-san's teenaged love. Did she feel the same way about him? A momentary fear griped her heart as she thought about the possibility of the couple having a mutual love.

Kyoko sank instantly into a deep depression. She was feeling some resentment for the high school girl that had captured his heart. She was also feeling an inkling of an unfamiliar emotion but could not identify its significance.

Picturing Tsuruga-san embracing the girl made Kyoko feel even more miserable. She was even feeling somewhat angry at Tsuruga-san for having such feelings over that girl. Around her the thugs were laughing hysterically at her plight. So are you finally ready to admit your defeat? They asked her dejected form.

Biting down hard on one of her fingers, she chose to ignore their question. Her actions began to become clumsier and therefore more painful. Unintentionally, her teeth grazed sharply against the tender flesh of man and she felt him still momentarily.

Kyoko could not help the satisfied smirk that escaped her from his reaction. But her smile was completely wiped away when his grip on her head tightened and he began to thrust more forcibly at her face.

"Eh?" she cried loudly, when his actions took her by surprise. Not trusting the hand she had previously freed from his body, she would not allow herself to hold his hips away from her face. Instead, she muffled a silent curse, while she endured his hardness that was now flapping against her chin.

It seemed like a life time when she was finally able to release her fingers off of him completely. With unsteady hands she reached upwards and removed his larger hand from her head. Tsuruga-san paused instantly. Kyoko held her breath as she waited to see if he would wake up.

But after a few moments, he continued to remain in a deep slumber, while he took several deep soft breaths. A long sigh escaped her and she scampered up and away from his manhood.

Resting tautly beside him, she was able to catch her breath. At long last, her heart beat began to pace normally again. But the moment only lasted a short while before a warm hand came to land heavily over her stomach.

Tsuruga-san had rolled over onto his side and was now facing her. Kyoko paused as she listened to the rapidly acceleration of her heart, as it began to race again. She squeezed her eyes shut in disbelief at her dumb luck.

Outside, an ambulance was driving by with its loud siren blaring, while inside her mind, she could hear the loud chuckling of the thugs. Hoping to calm her nerves down, she tried to focus on the noise of the blasting siren.

Relax Kyoko, you've already gone through the worst. Just stay calm and everything will be okay. A small voice cautioned her, while her mind followed the sound of the siren.

Yet just as quickly as the screeching of the ambulance died down, her heart started to speed up again, but this time it was for another reason. Tsuruga-san was moving his hand again.

Her face darkened with mortification as she felt his hand slide up to her rib cage. On the verge of hysteria, she held her breath when his hand found her breast. She let out a muffled cry when his palm cupped her breast and gave a gentle squeeze.

Her skin felt hot to her and she drew in a painful breath into her constricted chest. She had to clench her hands firmly into fists, to keep from pushing the sleeping figure away from her.

Staring down at the hand that was spread so carelessly over her breast, she tried to lift his wrist off her. Expecting to encounter some resistance, she was glad when she was able to easily lift his warm hand from her breast. Resting his hand slowly down by his side, Kyoko watched him closely, to make sure he continued to sleep.

After a minute of observing him, as he laid perfectly still, she released her breath in an extended sigh of relief. Wiping the moisture off her forehead, she was thankful that the horrifying ordeal was over.

But her horror did not end there. Tsuruga-san stirred in his sleep, while he was trying to make himself more comfortable. Swallowing back a stupefied cry, she went rigid as he then threw a heavy leg over her waist. She could feel his hard erection pressing up against her hip.

She could also feel herself blushing to the roots of her hair. Now what should she do? Her mind wondered aimlessly in her shock, while her body began to heat up over the intimate situation for the both of them to be stuck in again.

She fought to regain control over her turbulent mind by ignoring the hard single part of his flesh that was burning a hole in her skin. Inching her hip away from the troubling object, she moved away slowly and cautiously.

"Why me?" she asked no one in particular, when she safely settled herself a small distance from his rigid member.

Unsure of how she found herself in this precarious position, two thoughts occurred to her simultaneously. First, she and Tsuruga-san were only wearing their undergarments while sleeping together.

Second, the last cognitive thought she remembered was of him informing her that the municipal office clerk had called them Tsuruga-san. Did that mean they were officially married? She shut her eyes tightly as if to fight against the possibility.

Her whole body tensed up as she fought with the notion that she was. She struggled to draw air into her tighten lungs as the realisation of her situation finally sank in. A third thought now occurred to her, not only was she legally married to him but this was her honeymoon night.

"Now what should I do?" she asked herself hysterically. Kyoko was out of options.

Inadvertently, she began to hyperventilate. At first she found that she was taking short and shallow breaths but the more rapid her breathing became, the tighter her chest started to feel.

Opening her mouth to suck in more air, she began to panic when her actions did not help bring in the needed oxygen. The loud noise of her gasping for air into her tight lungs woke up the sleeping man beside her. With quick reflexes, he rolled over her and surveyed her frenzied face.

Seeing her fight for air, he took a deep breath before her lowered his mouth firmly onto hers. With a strong breath, he slowly expelled air into her mouth. Repeating the process, he did this several times before he lifted his mouth from hers.

"Are you okay?" he asked her with concern traced in his voice.

Wide eyes filled with shocked disbelief stared back into his but no answer came.

Concern etched his face, as Ren asked, "Can you breathe?"

Nodding slowly, Kyoko continued to stare blankly at him. She licked at her lips as her eyes dropped to his strong mouth. Her own mouth felt dry and her tongue became immobile when she tried to speak.

"Ah…umm…" but what was it that she wanted to say? Her thoughts were becoming incohesive even to herself. The dryness of her mouth was becoming unbearable as well.

Did he just kiss her? A small voice asked sporadically. Swallowing back an explicative retort, she refused to acknowledge the voice. Instead she continued to stare fixatedly on Tsuruga-san's mouth.

Ren's eyes searched her pale face anxiously as he waited for her to speak. He could tell from her slower breathing that she was safely moving air in and out of her lungs. But his voice still held a trace of concern as he asked her, "Do you feel better?"

Kyoko's eyes shut tightly as she tried to clear her mind from the memory of his warm mouth over hers. Frowning slightly, she tried to focus on what he was asking her. Lifting a pair of eyes that were slightly dazed to meet his handsome face, she repeated his question, "Do you… feel better?"

Ren's eye brows drew together into a tight frown. He was beginning to worry over her state. The moment she had fainted outside the municipal government office, he had reasoned with himself that she was in shock from their current state of affairs.

Not thinking that she would have a relapse or experience a worsening of her symptom, he had decided to ignore her faint. Foolishly and motivated by his own selfish reasons, he had returned with her to the hotel room, so that they could spend a little more time together.

Expecting that a good night's rest was all she would need to recover from her shock, he had placed her semiconscious form in bed for her to sleep. But her sleep had been restless, and Ren felt compelled to help her unwind.

Deciding the best way for her to relax was to undress her from her tight fitting outfit, he had begun to do so. But Kyoko had woken up and had insisted that he not let go of her. Little had he expected that she would have clung on to him so tightly, that he had no choice but to comply with her demand.

Sometime during the night, he must have strip down to his boxers and made himself comfortable in bed with her. But had he done something wrong? Slipping into the bed covers beside her had been a result of her invitation.

However, now that he had woken up next to her and witnessed her almost turning blue as she struggled to breathe beside him, he regretted his actions. Perhaps he should have noticed earlier her fragile state and brought her straight to a doctor instead. His concern had now multiplied. Should he take her to see a doctor?

Unsure of what to do, he asked her, "Do you need to see a doctor?"

A startled cry left Kyoko as she thought about who she really needed to see. It was more likely that she needed to see a psychiatrist for her current mental breakdown. But forcing herself to answer him, she replied in a hoarse voice, "No. I think I am fine now."

Leaning back, Ren drew back the covers of the bed and got out. Walking into the kitchen, he opened the mini fridge and reached for a bottle of water. Turning around, he headed back to her.

Kyoko watched as the half-naked Tsuruga-san walked about in the hotel room. His wide and muscular chest was bare. His strong abdominal muscles flexed slightly as he bent over the mini-fridge. Kyoko's eyes were drawn to his flat stomach and the tiny wave of hair that dripped into his dark boxers.

Beneath those boxers laid his well endowment, something which Kyoko was trying hard not to think about. Her eyes slanted down and to the side as she blushed with embarrassment at where her thoughts were beginning to wonder to.

Tsuruga-san's solid mass! His warmth! The way it felt! No! No! No! Don't think about it too much…! Her inner being cautioned her loudly, while it expelled pictured memories of that moment from her mind.

Interrupting her chaotic thoughts, Ren handed the cold bottle to her. "Drink this," he stated firmly, before sitting on the edge of the bed.

With a trembling hand, she reached out to grasp the bottle from his waiting hand. Their fingers touched lightly and Kyoko snatched her hand away, rapidly lifting the plastic bottle from him in the process.

Her swift reaction did not go unnoticed by Ren, who watched as she lifted the bottle to her lips. Her face flushed a bright red in the dim light. Her eyes scattered fretfully away from his, as if trying to hide something from him.

Was she trying to hide a look of embarrassment from him? Why would that be the case? Ren wondered as he studied her silently.

Taking a large mouthful of the icy water, Kyoko tried to quench her sudden thirst. Leaning up on an elbow, with the covers of the bed sheet pulled up to her chin, she was feeling very awkward and uneasy.

She could feel Tsuruga-san's eyes as they bore into her. The weight of his heated stare was making her body feel warm. She became aware that there was only a thin layer of bed sheet that separated her near nakedness from those probing eyes. Hoping that the cold water will help cool her down, she took another large gulp from the plastic bottle.

Was she ever going to be able to face Tsuruga-san again knowing that she had practically sexually violated the man while he slept? Nervously, she took another swallow of the liquid.

Wanting to hide under the covers from her shame, she continued to avoid eye contact with him, while drinking thirstily from the bottle. Her mind kept on replaying the erotic feel of his solid member. She clutched tightly onto the plastic bottle and drank desperately at it, while trying to empty her mind.

"I think you have drunken enough," Ren stated with a sardonic twist at his lips. Kyoko had been sucking on the empty bottle for what seem like several minutes without even realising that the bottle was already empty.

Watching her suck nosily on the bottle stirred his loins into an intense reaction. Ren had to fight back the urge not to push her back down on the bed and lose himself in her delectable body.

Sleeping next to her had taken its toil on him. His body was aching for hers and the feeling was so heightened, almost as if he had come close to climaxing but had stopped in the middle. Wondering at how that was likely, Ren decided it was more than likely just pent up sexual frustration.

It wouldn't be the first time that he had felt seduced by her unconscious sexiness. But the longing he was feeling for her was not likely to go away with a simple cold shower. He had to find a way to stop his annoying body from reacting so strongly towards her.

Reaching over to remove the bottle from her hand he tossed the empty container on the floor. It was an act of self-preservation on his behalf but to Kyoko, she was stunned. Looking up into his darken eyes, she sank back into the covers of the bed, almost instinctively.

Had she done something to summon up the emperor of the night? She wondered as she licked her lips nervously.

"Don't do that," Ren whispered hoarsely. Clenching his teeth, he fought to dispel the sexual tension engulfing them.

"Do what?" Kyoko asked as she repeated the action. Her small tongue felt cold from the water and contrasted against the heat that was still lingering on her lips.

"Do that," he repeated softly, as he lifted his index finger to point at her lips.

"Sorry," she stated nervously but without realising what she was doing, she licked her lips again.

A groan escaped from Ren as he lowered his mouth to her face, wanting to cover her lips with his own, he stopped only inches from hers. With all the restraint he could muster, he whispered in a tense and almost pain filled voice, "Don't do that again unless you want to be kissed."

His words drew a gasp from Kyoko as they sank in. Her eyes snapped down to his sensual lips and her mind replayed images of the way it felt on hers. But unable to control her reaction, her tongue acted on reflex and moistened her dry lips again.

Damn it Kyoko, did you just lick your lips after Tsuruga-san warned you not to do that? What are you trying to do? Are you trying to awaken the emperor of the night? Her Japanese maiden protection party asked her in fear.

No! No! No! I wasn't it was just a mistake… a mistake! She mentally replied to her imaginary figure.

Well, do something before you cause yourself any more trouble! The protection party scolded at her.

Acting on the advice from her self-protective sanctity, she intended to plea for forgiveness from her senpai. But when she lifted her face up to meet Tsuruga-san's to apologize for her reaction, her mouth fell open and she licked her lips for the fifth and last time.

Her eyes drifted from his eyes back to his mouth again and she knew instinctively that it was too late. Kyoko recognised that look; she had stirred up the emperor of the night. Now what was she going to do?

A/N: Hi everyone! Hope you are enjoying this chapter.

I was really happy to hear from so many of you regarding my last chapter. I continue to look forward to hearing from you. Thanks for your support.

For those interested, I brought back the Japanese maiden party from SB ch 138.