WARNING: This chapter has heavy steaming hot Matured Content. And the next chapter as too. (Well only if I conveyed it correctly, haha!) But still, STRICTLY NO KIDDIES ALLOWED, even those under 18…But yeah, we know better…so, just read under your own discretion.
Don't forgive me…Yukiko….
Don't….
Forgive me…
o~o~o~o~o
A week had passed since Yosuke's phone call to Souji. And had he not called to bug Souji again, asking when he's coming to see his uncle (who's still at the hospital) and cousin, this silver haired man wouldn't have stood, pick up his bag and dragged his feet to the train station.
Inaba had changed to improvement. Junes must have done a good part of this. It's like a bud that would soon bloom into a city. The town is livelier and the locals are hospitable at their finest.
But even the bright sunny afternoon sky in Inaba is being threatened by heavy dark clump of clouds looming by the nearby mountains. Souji feels like the gloom of the rain had followed him from the city. Just like him, carrying a heavy heart back to this town old town.
He waited at the train station for just a bit. His train arrived a few minutes earlier than expected and he hoped Yosuke heard him correctly, that he's coming back today. Souji knew his friend has been busy with his internship at Junes. He sighed, then thought of calling Yosuke to just cancel picking him up at the station. Maybe he'd walk to the Doujima's, without people noticing him. Or maybe, he'd just head back to Tokyo and just…forget it.
Ever since that happened four years ago, Souji has been unable to speak to her.
Amagi Yukiko probably doesn't want to see my face.
It's 4:30pm and his train was supposed to arrive at four sharp. Souji started walking away from the platform, hanging his sling bag on his shoulder and pocketing both his hands on his pants. Maybe towards the Doujima's street, or towards the ticket booth.
Maybe she won't even meet up with me…
"Sooouuujiii-kuuunnn!"
Souji looked up to see who was calling. He settled his gaze to the one whose hand is waving. Then he froze.
"I knew it's you!" She giggled.
Her hair's gotten longer.
"Yukiko?" He whispered to himself and a cold sweat dropped from his forehead.
"It's been a while! You look a lot of a grown-up now!" Yukiko smiled taking a step or two towards Souji.
She wore a casual Sundress. White and pure, just intricate with floral prints of red and orange hemming the bottom. She tied her red scarf like a choker—like she always does. But with the spaghetti straps, Yukiko is more comfortable with going out in bare sleeveless now.
"Y-y-yeah" Souji stammered. Still stumped and confounded, he cannot even move.
"Well, it has been four years." She smiled brightly then turned away again, towards the small black vehicle behind her.
"Ah. This is my car." She said.
Her red headband is gone, instead she has a red bow tying her long silky hair in a half ponytail. But other than that…
"Yosuke-kun is stuck in his office, and Chie had been very busy since your uncle has taken a leave. We'll be going straight back to the Inn. Is that okay, Souji-kun?" She smiled her usual sweet smile, her usual side glance and her usual soft voice.
She pressed a button on her car's remote and when they both heard the click of the unlock, she swayed a hand towards the passenger's seat to direct Souji. But he still didn't move. Yukiko opened the driver's seat and looked back at him one more time, "Actually, I had planned on treating you dinner…but I forgot my wallet!" She giggled the way she always does, before slipping inside the door.
She hasn't changed.
Souji felt the heat sprung up from his chest to his cheek. He stood there, still and flushed.
o~o~o~o~o
They arrived at the Amagi Inn.
Souji could not comprehend how he managed to get through the uncomfortable feeling of being in a car alone with Yukiko. She talked to him so naturally. Ranging from Chie and Yosuke's work, Teddie joining Rise's modeling gigs, and Kanji progressing slowly in showing his feelings to Naoto.
Souji could only smile and answer in non-committal hums of agreement. He couldn't even bring himself to fake a laugh to join Yukiko when she started one of her laughing fits.
It didn't make him feel better, and arriving at the Inn is even more terrible. This was where it happened. The scenery and ambiance is still as magnificent as before. It is definitely a heaven but Souji feels like a devil, burning in each step he got closer. But he had to admit that being at the Inn is somehow relieving—at least there were other people. And he didn't need to be totally alone with Yukiko.
"Kasai-san!" Yukiko waved at the lady by the front desk. "How are things going? Need help with anything?"
"Oh don't trouble yourself dear. It's your off today. Entertain your friend!" The woman responded as she turned to see Souji. He in turn just bowed down to greet the woman. "Everything is going along just fine, no worries." She walked towards the entrance and presented a fresh pair of slippers that Souji could wear inside. Meanwhile, Yukiko moved towards the front desk and scrolled down the computer's log.
Souji changed his shoes and left it by the low rack at the entrance. He smiled and said "Thanks" to the lady before Yukiko walked towards him again.
She smiled and asked, "You ready?"
"Yeah."
"Your room is at the second floor, follow me." Yukiko turned her way. Her longer tresses had swayed again in Souji's view, trailing the wisp fragrance of lavender.
He followed a few steps behind her. They didn't talk this time. Yukiko is busy humming a tune of a song and Souji just didn't have anything to say…maybe not just yet.
They reached his room and Yukiko slid the door open for him. "Here you are."
She smiled, he looked away.
"Uh…you should leave your stuff or uh…do your thing. I'll be at the second dining hall on the left wing of the first floor and prepare it. The others will be arriving here soon to greet you, you know. Uhh…I heard it's gonna rain hard. Maybe let's just visit your uncle tomorrow? For tonight, relax and feel at home, 'kay?" Yukiko said in a more personal way. He would've preferred if she delivered it just like regular hostess would—soft and sweet but no hidden intimacy.
"Yeah. Okay. Thanks."
He slid inside his room and luckily, Yukiko had already gone walking past the hallway before he closed his door shut.
He put down his bag and seek the window across the room. Souji confirmed as he looked up the sky that indeed the dark clouds are almost hovering above town now. The raging sound of thunder didn't make it seem any better.
Souji reached down his pocket for his handkerchief and wiped down the beads of sweat on his nape. He must've poured more cold sweat the necessary during the course of interaction with Yukiko. The back of his shirt is all drenched so he took off his black blazer and the white shirt underneath it. Then replaced it with a black V-neck t-shirt, one of the only two pieces of casual wear he packed inside his sling bag (He only brought a spare trouser just in case he'd mess the demin pants he's currently wearing).
He laid out the futon, unfolded it open and sat down to give his legs a rest. In his pocket, he felt his phone vibrate thus signaling a text message. Souji plucked it from his pocket and read a message from Yosuke.
1 Message: Bro! Where u at? Meet us downstairs
Souji rolled a couple of times on the futon, just feeling the warmth and comfort from it, before finally getting up. He sighed heavily. It's time to go back down again.
He traced the left hallway of the first floor and found the shoji door for the second dining room. Souji slid it open and found Kanji, Chie and Yosuke hitting on a spread of appetizers and Yukiko pouring them each a glass of chilled sake.
"Bro!" "Souji-kun!" "Senpai!"
They greeted all at once as soon as he hovered by the doorway and the three stood to their feet and rushed to him for a hug or two.
"Man! You're looking good!" Yosuke patted his back a little too hardly as he ended their bro hug. Souji coughed, for exaggerated reaction and smiled back to his good friend.
"Yeah senpai! You haven't aged a bit!" Kanji blew a high five with his right hand then lingered it on for a brief shake. His left, holding a glass of chilled drink.
"Must be the clothes I'm wearing." Souji replied in modesty, also comparing himself with the two guys who are wearing their button downs (With Yosuke, a royal blue tie nonetheless).
Even Chie is wearing her work clothes. But still, Chie is good ol' Chie and she hugged him tight, both of her arms crushing his chest, and of course, both of the hands are also holding beef skewers. She let go carefully so she wouldn't stain the back oh his clothes then said, "Souji-kun! It's been a while. We all missed you!"
Souji smiled a toothy grin to the three of them. It's the first time he smiled that big…for almost four years.
They all led him inside where they resumed their seating. Yosuke and Chie sat on one side, Kanji took the seat on the head end of the table and Souji took the seat across Yosuke, facing his back on the door.
"It's great seeing you guys. Really." Souji smiled, may be not as bright as before, but still genuine. It truly felt great seeing his good friends after a while, but how could he simply feel good knowing she is just around. His smile faltered soon enough though, when he remembered the other person in the room. Yukiko sat beside him and poured his glass a drink.
They all raised their glasses saying 'cheers', never minding the strong rain that had started to pour outside. They talked and laughed like they usually did. With Chie and Yosuke acting like a married couple, Kanji sighing over their old antic and Yukiko laughing her heart out.
It's as if nothing changed.
Especially her.
"Souji-kun, here." Yukiko poured Souji a second helping of sake. She smiled and put on a few meet skewers on his plate. Then sliced the chunks smaller for Souji before turning to listen to the on-going conversation again.
She smiles at me, just like she did four years ago.
"Yukiko-san, you sure it's alright for your folks we're this noisy?" Yosuke asked, pointing to the wall that lays the Amagi Inn Office right on the other side.
"Of course. No worries." She nodded in consent. "Careful though…my father might pop out and join us."
Yosuke continued his stories, where Kanji laughed, Chie rolled her eyes and Yukiko started giggling.
She's still as caring as she was before I left.
Yukiko turned to him again and said in a whispered tone, "Is there something you need?"
Souji shook his head no, then Yukiko turned her gaze away again, giving all ears to the conversation. But he, the silver haired boy, kept his eyes to his favorite raven-haired girl.
It's as if nothing ever happened.
She laughed at Yosuke's joke. Finally, she's picking up on the green meanings behind the humor. After all, his princess might not be all that innocent anymore. She's still the same old girl Souji loves. But even though she's exactly the same…he could tell that there's something amiss going on about her.
Souji took the second to think of what it is. But he couldn't pin point it out. Looking at her smiling face, listening to her laughing fit, smelling her lavender scented hair—everything about her is still mesmerizing and Souji can't keep track of his thinking. He heard Kanji encouraging Yosuke's joke, and laughing with his big-guy voice; and He heard Chie, yet again repulsed by the indecency and excused herself to go greet Naoto at the entrance. But he wasn't paying attention to any of it. His eyes are all on the only person he's still so attracted with. The same raven haired girl…but with an aura that had changed.
So, she's getting married huh?
Yukiko's hand grasped his arm and shook it ever so gently. "Hey, listen to the joke!" She said without leaving her eyes to Yosuke who was in the midst of dramatizing a scene. Either she noticed that Souji had been staring at her or that Souji had been too silent for quite a while already. Either way, she just let go of his hand and covered her mouth before laughing again.
It broke him out of his reverie and now he can feel that the throbbing pain on his temple is back. Souji faked a smile or two, just to convince them he was still there listening. He tried to listen, cooperate…but he can't. He can't think straight. What with Yukiko right by his side and acting so strangely the same. Souji couldn't take it. At least, that's not what he expected of her. But still, anything from her, even the littlest notion of a Yukiko Amagi still considering that a Souji Seta exists…is already too much for him to take. And now this is what he gets: the attention, the care, the friendship. As if she just forgot everything while he on the other corner of the world had wallowed in despair—killing himself in the process.
Souji laughed along with their laughter. He might not get what they were talking about but for the sake of presence, he did. His subtle gesture of raising a finger to massage the side of his temple didn't seem to go unnoticed by Yukiko though. Then again in a whispered voice, she asked, "Are you okay?"
The throbbing became more painful and he'd swear, the pulse is jumping out of his skin. But he replied, "Yeah. I am."
She noticed he haven't touched his glass of sake yet after their commemorative cheers a while ago so Yukiko thought about offering him something else. "Hey…you don't want to drink? Shall I get tea for you?"
"No. I'm fine. Thanks." Souji said in finality. The more he hears her, the more drilling the pain in his temple becomes. It's like, if she'd say anything more, the feeling will be just like a bullet shot straight to the head. Souji tried to melt her voice between Kanji's and Yosuke's laughter. But the more he tries, the louder her echoes become in the back of his mind. He flinched and rubbed another finger to the other side of his forehead.
"Souji-kun…what's wrong?" Yukiko whispered again, but this time, she's even more attuned to him.
It's like a punishment. "Nothing. Really." He shook his head in response.
"You don't look like what you say though." She turned to look at him with eyes ever so caring, then gently, Yukiko placed a soft touch of her palm on his arm. "Souji-kun, what's wr-"
"Amagi! Stop!" Everybody stopped and looked at the silver haired guy who raised his voice. Kanji stopped laughing. Yosuke stopped joking. And Yukiko reluctantly pulled her hand away from the touch.
"Sorry." Souji apologized to no one in particular. Maybe to the guys who he'd interrupted, and maybe to her for raising his voice. "I think I should just rest for a bit. Please don't mind me guys." He faked a smile to both men on the table then he stood his feet, and swiftly tried to escape. The soonest the better.
Only to his dimay, Yukiko stood on her heel too and followed him out even when he doesn't look back. Before he could finally exit the room, Yukiko reached her hand out to his arm, just to slow him down. "Souji-kun! W-wait! Let me see if you need anythi-"
"Amagi-san…!" Souji half-turned and looked at her half irritatingly. His voice as pitched as before, but a little bit lower this time. He pulled his arm from Yukiko's hold and it just made him feel sicker. Souji thought he might rage inside his brain but apparently, both Chie and Naoto just arrived by the door witnessing their act—one of them whispering to no one in particular: 'what just happened?' and Souji already knew he had to control himself, his mind and his voice. He shook his head on Yukiko, "Just…stop…stop…! You're too nice…stop."
He bowed in silent apology to Chie, and to Naoto who haven't even given her greeting yet. "I apologize. I think I'll rest first. Please enjoy with everybody." Then he resumed walking. He must've been rude but it's too late to turn back now.
o~o~o~o~o
Souji laid on his futon, listening to the gush of rain by his open window, demising himself in the shadow of his pitch-black room. He couldn't sleep, not even when he covered his eyes with his forearm (though not necessary having no light on) and not even when he had been there lying for what it feels like hours and hours already.
What am I doing?
He breathed slowly, heavily and tried to think things little by little again. He's been trying to do that ever since he arrived and got greeted by Yukiko at the station but there was either a distraction or better yet, fear that would cloud up to prevent him from processing what is happening.
I wanted her not to forgive me. But why am I feeling scared with just the thought of her hating me?
Souji flipped his other forearm, then adjusted his eyes to check the time on his wrist watch. It's still 8:45 and it hadn't even been an hour since he walked out of the party downstairs but it already feels like forever since then. Lately, the days he spent thinking of Yukiko had been too tiring for the good of his heart. Thinking of her today had been much worse.
Even though I was terrified that she might hate me…the instant she acted as if it's all okay, I got jealous. I'm jealous to his fiancé that I'm not even sure I met.
He stared at the ceiling for a long minute. Then resumed his previous pose: bringing his forearm up to cover his eyes again—since shaking his head off the idea wouldn't do right now. He hated himself for feeling that way. Jealous? What for? He doesn't deserve to love her. Let alone having the right to feel that towards her. Not after what he'd done. But then again, maybe this is his punishment. So this is how it is? She'd be so nice and be same, just to torture me with guilt, then she'd marry the next day for me to visualize my ultimate regret of losing her.
Souji thought of his plan B: going back to Tokyo as soon as he can. He should've bought a ticket right away—before he had spotted Yukiko on the station; before he let her be so nice and genial to him; before he let himself raise his voice; before his regrets come thrashing back in.
Am I not ready to see her? Or I don't want to see her…especially when she's getting married. She'll obviously never forgive me until my grave. "Then I had…came to…apologize." He sighed, even his mouth started talking without his consent. It made him want to force a weak smirk on his lips, but he can't. He's too numb and weak to do even that.
o~o~o~o~o
He lay there waiting for slumber that he knew would never come. Even until his body tingled in numbness, his mind had been busy drowning in the darkness of his thoughts. For a moment, he thought his hearing had become muffled, slowly taken away with the serenity of sleep…but then again, maybe he just got so used to the thunder and sound of heavy rain right outside his open window that he couldn't tell the difference between noise and serenity anymore.
Slowly, slyly, Souji felt something that crept on his legs. It's so physical and anyone alone in a dark room of a historical inn ought to jump out of their skin in terror, but he was not the type to get scared of ghost or monsters. Not just because of his experience at the Mayonaka TV, but also, he doesn't really care he dies right here and now. Might as well die right here and now is what he preferred. But suddenly, the creeping figure slid up until his navel, bearing heaviness between his legs, and this time for sure, Souji wasn't just imagining things. He felt a body just slide on top of him and still moving forward towards his chest.
Holy shit! It made him almost jump out of his flesh. By reflex, he instantly arched his torso and plank himself with both of his elbows. He stared down to his lower body and he adjusted his eyes, and cracked both of his legs wide open to part contact with paranormal thing (whatever that is) in between his lower limbs—never minding the sweaty chill on his palms and toes.
"Ah. You're up!"
Souji's eyes twitched. "..?...!... Y-yukiko?!" Crap. So I'm dreaming her now?
It left a confused, shocked expression on Souji's face. And even in the dark, he knew that he's evidently blushing. Who wouldn't? It's not just any-day Yukiko who appeared before his eyes, but a Yukiko with a loose-SHEER -camisole top! No bra at that and her things are popping up! "W-what. The. Hell." Is all he could say out in whisper. Am I a sick psychopath who's dirty dreaming about the girl I've already messed up?!
"I came to sneak on your bed." She smiled, like she's supposed to, like it's normal! And now she's kneeling in between his legs, sitting on the heels of her feet. She rested her palms on her knees, which in turn made her breast squeeze in between her arms. Souji narrowed his eyes more and noticed that her hands are on her bare legs—and that she's only on her panties.
Are you a dream?-Is what Souji originally would've asked. But it sounds pathetic…for what if he weren't dreaming, then asked such a sick question, he would've sounded so desperate over a woman that's somebody else's fiancé. "W-wha…A-are you drunk?" He asked instead, remembering Yukiko's wild tendencies when she has too much liquor.
"Nope. I haven't had any alcohol." She said, then she leaned closer to his face. "I'm here because you got me so turned on just seeing you for the first time in forever." She blushed, obviously forcing her will to speak something so deviant, but she didn't falter. Yukiko said it so fluently looking straight in to Souji's eyes.
"W-what?!" He couldn't believe her words and sweat started to well up on his nape and rain on his forehead.
"Want me to prove it?" Yukiko asked. But with no intentions of making him respond, she leaned much closer to Souji and gently cupped his cheek with her palm. She dunked in for a kiss. Starting by licking his lips and pushing the tongue inside his mouth. She tickled the top of Souji's palate and he could only sweat and stare right at her.
Yukiko didn't stop at that. She drenched Souji with her wet kisses until he returns the favor, her tongue doing all the ministrations. She rested both her palms on Souji's shoulders and dragged her hips, slowly, right on top of his own. Souji breathed heavily and he could sense that Yukiko is almost out of air as well. They parted the kiss, and there are trails of wet saliva that threaded their parting. Souji could hear their pants and he could feel the wisp of her breath. "H-hey…you're not drunk, right?" He asked. He wanted to brush his hand over her bangs so see more of her flushed face; he wanted to dive in more for her strawberry-sweet kisses; he wanted to breath in the air that she breaths out of her mouth; but everything he wanted at the moment would be much too much to ask.
"Nope." Yukiko confirmed again. She smirked this time and shied her head down.
"Yukiko-san…aren't you…getting…married?"
"Oh please." Yukiko's hand snaked from one of his shoulders, tracing his chest, caressing his navel, then down to tickle the straightening bulge in between his pants. "Souji…you're not the type of person…" She let her hand go of his hard-on and instead, raised her camisole all off of her top. "…to worry about that, are you?" Yukiko smiled slyly, like she did earlier.
"Or maybe…you prefer…what someone else has." She wiggled her breast in Souji's view—too close that he could almost drown on it. He already knew Yukiko had a large front. He even confirmed it years ago during their incident. But seeing her now dangle it so willingly on his face, made him yelp out of disbelief.
"NO! That's not it…" Souji protested and made an effort to slide himself farther from Yukiko. He stood up then backed away a step or two until his body leaned on the wall. She just regarded him questioningly, as if seeking explanation of why he even kissed her back if he claims to be otherwise. He tried to explain, stuttering, "w-well…I…I just…"
"It's fine." Yukiko cut him off. The poor thing couldn't even reason out, she supposed. "After all, I'm aroused myself." She crawled near to him again and this time it made it easier for her as she knelt facing his hips. Her hands snaked back in between his pants, hurriedly unbuttoning it to release his hardened member.
"Y-yukiko?!" Souji yelped but Yukiko has already wrapped her fingers around his length. Either she had been too fast, or Souji had been too slow to decline it. And it didn't get any better (or any worse) seconds later when he felt the warmth of her hands replaced by the warmth of her tongue. With all caress, she lusciously licked on the enlarged glans while looking him in the eye. Yukiko's free hand grasped the loosened waistband of his pants and struggled to pull it down. Slowly, without ease, but all on her own.
Until he was naked from waist to down that Yukiko had been more comfortable. She began stroking him—long, slow strokes and in consortium with her mouth, bobbed up and down on his length. The bliss of feeling something warm and moist wrapping around him conducted electrical impulses on every vein of his legs and it made his stance weaker, if not, leaving Souji with half-lidded eyes, leaning stronger to the wall to avoid falling into the spiral of sultry sensations. He couldn't touch her, he doesn't feel he's allowed to. He could only grunt.
She paused her mouth on the tip to pour on her welled-up spit. Wet is how she wants him. Slippery and glide inducing wet. She twirled her tongue playfully on the head then worked the saliva over his shaft with her lips open, tongue sliding. Souji moans, Yukiko grins. Her pace had been a bit faster now, with the wet glide, she stroked him like mad. While the free hand finally grasped his balls, she felt their movement tighten with her touch and the same time, Souji pulled a hand up to his mouth, to sink his teeth with…before he could shout and bring attention.
She grinned at him again, expressing a desire of a little adventure. Yukiko let go of his sex ever so briefly but it gave Souji a chance to exhale a bit more loosely. Breathing in air with quicker and quicker gasps, he kept his gaze on Yukiko while she practiced to squeeze her breast. She giggled then returned her attention back to Souji's cock, clasping him in between her mounds this time. With two soft and fluffy breast on each side of his rock hard length, slick and slippery with her doing and his pre-cum, Souji is shamefully enjoying being roughed up by the titjob. And it sent shivers to go running down his spine when she licked on the tip again, kissing on the underside of him. Souji's legs finally gave up, his back slowly glided down the wall until his buttocks reached the floor and Yukiko sank in lower with him.
"Are you happy Souji?" She asked, still continuing the job in a bit slowed rhythm. "You're the first person I've ever done this for."
He wanted to respond but no intelligible words came out from his mouth. "Ah-aaahh-ah-ahh? Y-yukiko –saaan…" Souji's head had tilted back, his crown pressing to the wall while his knuckles whitened as he clenched his fists a little too tightly.
She smiled wickedly before getting her hands moving again to replace the boobs. She let her grasp take over in swift continuous precision, Souji didn't even feel the absence of warmth wrapping his member. She started again with long, slow, strokes but only a second later that it became frantic and needy. "Ahh..ahh..ahh..ohhh, hmmff.." Souji moaned along with the rapid gliding, not caring anymore if anybody hears him or not. Yukiko dunked down on him once again and hummed to his delicious taste. The vibrations that came along with it delivered Souji to the peak and his legs became restless as it stiffened then arched then wailed on Yukiko's sides. He could no longer stop it as his hips involuntarily bucked in repetitive motions as he neared the spur of his climax. "Y-yukiko, oh Yukiko…!"
Her slippery hands are not slowing; she moaned continually while he's inside her mouth; then she settled her tongue on the underside of him, going in tickling motions, just like a thirsty dog to a cool water; and when her hand suddenly stopped. Hold. Squeeze the base of his cock… "I…I'm coming…!" was all he could breathe out heavily in a whisper. Souji sprayed. A little too much for his own good.
Yukiko has readied her mouth open for the explosion. But the thick, white fluid of Souji's cum had burst on her face and chest and even on the hem of his black shirt. She giggled, licking the stray splatter on the sides of her lips. "Ahhhh, delicious." Her hand resumed a slow pace of stroking just not to leave his member lonely after his gratifying orgasm. Souji's hips kept jerking involuntarily every second or so along with the hot stuff that's gradually spurting from the tip. "Ohh, it's still coming out." She grinned then kissed the wet tip of his cock.
All of a sudden, she stood up and Souji, who have had his head bent down, followed his eyes on to her. Yukiko started removing the last piece of garment she had on. "You're ready to go now right?" She asked.
Despite the dark, when Yukiko pulled down her panties, Souji can clearly see a thin thread of her slick juice stretching out from her sex. "Y-yukiko…?" With such a lewd sight, it's no wonder he couldn't go limp even after such release.
"I'll put it in while it's still hard." Yukiko informed as she straddled Souji's hip.
Souji arched his back, "W-wait…What about protection?" and met Yukiko almost by the face.
"Protection?" She covered her mouth with a palm before she giggled. "You didn't use any…" Yukiko grasped a hold of his length and propped the tip just right at her entrance. "…when we did this before."
Souji could see her face flush even more as she dipped the head inside. She didn't push any further but her hand is still holding the hardened member, as if she's hesitating to put it in after all. "It was my first time. Obviously."
Yukiko let go of her hold but kept hovering the tip just right at her entrance. She wiggled her bottom to tease Souji's head with slippery motions. She flapped her lower lips open this time—to make Souji see how they are touching. "That's why I was so tight, right? Didn't it feel good?"
She lifted her hips up, leaving his member pointing hard to her. She giggled teasingly as she looked at Souji who was staring back at her so narrowly, just like a little boy caught doing something bad. She leaned forward to his face and smiled. There was a mixture of being surprised and being terrified in his eyes when she heard him whisper, "Y-yuki…ko?" Then she licked on his lips, pushing her tongue in between then pulling it out once again.
Is this your way of punishing me? Do you hate me that much, Yukiko?
She smiled genially, as if answering the question in his mind. She grasped his length again, "Hmmnn, I think…I want you…to put it in after all…"
Acting so provocative is one thing, but having her say what she wanted meant a lot to ease Souji's tensed up nerves. At least this time, he knows she likes what they're doing. And after all the sultry advances she did to him earlier, his brain doesn't really care anymore about the headache he had, or will have after this.
Souji laid Yukiko on her back, on top of his futon, and it's his turn to kiss her without warning. The intensity of his kisses rose to the highest of fervor and Yukiko's hands had been exploring his middle part precariously. She brushed his chest, down to his navel, then rested her hands firmly on his hip, as if reminding him of what she wanted him to do.
He held his length in place, to cater to her need, and slowly hovered the tip towards her entrance again. His kisses didn't stop, only until that one push that finally brought him inside the abyss of warmth, lust and desire. Souji settled on the crook of her neck again, grunting in pleasure, as he made it all the way in—slowly, but in haste; gently, but in desperation. Both breathed out heavily and he swore he heard her shout his name but he couldn't hear it clearly, as his mind is clouded with his own inaudible announcement of arousal. His other hand reached for her hair, brushing it with his shaky fingers, just like how he always wanted. Souji started moving, slowly at first, savoring the slick and slippery pleasure that sends tremors on his spine as he moved in and out of her. He dived in for a kiss again—trembling, hard and messy. Afraid he might get too noisy if his mouth didn't have something better to do. Then he felt her smile amidst their lip locking and hungry battle of tongues.
Of course Yukiko sensed the rise of Souji's demanding pleasure just as she herself is, shivering in her own arousal. She wanted him like this: needy and hungry, if not begging for her to bring out the libidinous passion of his fire that burned only for her. Yukiko cupped the back of his head to keep him in place, then she parted their kiss and tilted his head so that she can whisper on his ear. "S-s-souji, y-your cock's bigger...th-thaan before…b-b-brings ba-aack…mem'rise…" she struggled to whisper in between heavy pants, just to tease Souji who's gone thrusting into her in ascended rhythm.
Heedlessly, he raised his torso up and as his ears left her lips, Souji felt the hint of Yukiko's weak but wicked giggle. Both of them knew she won. And Souji doesn't need her to say anything more to bring him closer to the peak of aphrodisia. With his hips still rocking, he latched his hands on each of her thighs. It wasn't the best idea, for he could clearly see now, even in the dark, Yukiko's glistening sex, eating him in and out. Slowly, her hands started to reach on his shirt, as if forging him to lean over her again. But Souji didn't want to yet; so Yukiko's fingers settled to rub the bean of her sex instead. It didn't help to keep Souji's calm. He wanted this to last a little longer, but Yukiko's over the edge display of her lust might shorten the stick of Souji's arousal.
In one of his moment of pulling out, Souji shifted her thighs the other way, so when he thrusts back again, he's already doing it from behind. He didn't know how they managed to do it but Yukiko is all on fours now and he's been forcefully clutching on her but to steady her in place as he rammed his thrusts in. He felt the beads of sweat on his forehead, falling like rain and drowning all on his shirt and then he hears her squealing his name out of pleasure.
Being entered from behind had sent a wave of new sensations that filled in most of Yukiko's desires. The angle that Souji pushes into her has deliciously hit on her most sensitive nerves—sweet spots that she didn't even know was there. With her half lidded gaze and weakened arms, she docked her head down the floor, cushioning it with her arms, only letting the elbows to do the work of keeping her body ledged. She turned her neck towards the back, in attempt to see the face of the man who drove her in such extremes. "S-s-souji…! Ahh-ahh. Y-you're the only one…! I've done it raw…!"
He didn't comprehend a word of what she said, but in appreciation of the sensuality that came along wth her breathy voice, and also the renewed vigor of wanting to hear that voice again, Souji leaned his chest over her back, with one hand pressed down to stand his body just enough as to not burden her. He searched for her ear to kiss it with his tongue and he oh so enjoyed the smell of lavender on her hair that has been accentuated with their current position. It made him thrust a bit more too fast and it made her squirm a bit more insanely, her words had become slurred and intelligible. This time she successfully wrapped her arm around his neck. It didn't matter whether it was hard as she needed to turn her upper body to face his…Yukiko needed to him for the benefit of her stability. She found his lips but she couldn't kiss him properly, so she trembled on his mouth, "Ohhhh…m-more…fff..hhh..fuck me…mm-hhh-oorrre."
At the moment, what Souji wanted more than his own pleasure to be released is to fulfill the whims of Yukiko's burning ecstasy. He suddenly sat back in indian-sitting, and Yukiko almost wailed in complaint. But he did so to bring her more comfort. He held on her hips to make her face him then abruptly sit her down on top of his towering arousal. Souji got taken aback with his own manipulation, and words went sliding out of his mouth, "Fuck!". He immediately busied his mouth on her nipple to prevent another spurt of curses. But of course he couldn't help but grunt and groan with the sudden tightness that came with the surprise.
It sent tingling vibrations on Yukiko's sensitive nipple and it made her gasp for air and held on dearly to his head. In return, she rode him so furiously. She felt his hugging on her waist grew a bit tighter, as her wrapping around his member became more constricting.
The progressive wave of pleasurable sensations had wiped the senses out of Souji's mind. He is being clamped inside the tight, wet and slippery sex, too fast, too hot and wildly beyond his control. Souji knew what was coming. And a few more thrust would already bring him on the edge.
He whispered her name on to her ear, then apologetically, he said, "Ahh-ahh, Hnnn.. Yukiko…I'm about to come…! Hnnggg". Souji put an effort to push his hold of her hips, attempting to get her off before the inevitable release.
"Nooo!" She protested his push and clenched on to him more, diving for a kiss to shut him up this time.
He struggled to break free from the kiss, so he can voice out in plea, "Seriously…! I can't hold it in anymore…!"
Unfortunately, for him, Yukiko pushed him down so that he's lying on his back and he can't do anything more to push her away. "Y-you have to come inside me." Her hips rocked in a slowed and teasing manner. Then she kissed him passionately. Then pulled away to breathe, "No one has ever cummed inside me."
"W-haa?! Hnnnngg…S-s-stop…! I-if you get pregnant-"
"It's okay." Yukiko smiled and Souji's eyes could only narrow down again. Confused and flustered with her sudden submission. "Would you make me pregnant? I'll have your baby." Yukiko's lips progressed in to a grin as she took pleasure on Souji's agitated reaction. "It's okay…right? Souji…"
What?! Isn't she getting married?!
"no…wa-wait a minute…no…! Yuki-"
"Don't say no!" Her flavor suddenly soured, cutting Souji off from gasping breathlessly. He can clearly tell the aggression in Yukiko's eyes as it instantaneously welled up heavy, bitter tears. She planted both her hands on either side of his head and pushed the floor to prop her shoulders up and look down on him better. "Don't…say…that!" Then a tear rolled down her cheek. "You told me! You told me that you would take responsibility!"
Author's Note: The next chapter, Sex continues…their reconciliation and explaining the past…then meeting Yukiko's dad. It will be very short and the last.
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