An Ungrateful Girlfriend

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Ichigo still could not believe what had happened.

But that did not necessarily change the fact that it had happened, nor did it particularly suppress the vivid memories that had kept haunting her day and night like a reel of horror film, despite how much she had tried to erase the tape. Was she going to develop a tick with the way how her eyes continuously twitched at the slightest sound? Was anyone going to be interested in dating her anymore? A girl who could not apparently sit still for more than a few seconds before jerking awkwardly in the most ridiculous fashion with no sort of explanation for her weird behavior whatsoever?

Was she really done for, as far as her desirability on the love market was concerned?

Alas, however demure her love prospects might have presently seemed, that was not the main reason for Ichigo's ongoing state of apprehension. No. In fact, she could pinpoint the locus of her malady instantly and with no hesitation in her voice, just as much as she could sense how her upper lip wrinkled in distaste any time her train of thinking returned to the graphic image that resumed showing in front of her eyes like a loop, stirring the dark confusing emotions in the pit of her lower belly.

After another series of tries and fails, Ichigo was positive that nothing within her reach could help her to get her mind off that particular incident. The incident that had been raving her thoughts for more than a week now.

More than a fucking week.

And regardless of how much she was striving to forget it all, the precedent had been set.

Her face burned with embarrassment as she buried her face into her hands and groaned loudly, not caring if Masaya's going to hear her any longer. She did not know if she was simply angry or about to cry at this point; similarly to her thoughts, her emotions were but a jumble of a mess and not sleeping enough had affected her ability to think straight to a significant degree too. All she did these past couple of days was basically to battle her newly found insomnia and sit in her bed staring at absolutely nothing in particular, trying to sort out through the latest events of her life and rid her mind of that damn green-haired bastard.

How could she do such a thing? And with him!? How could she even conceive of doing that? Why did she do that? Why? How? Had she finally gone insane?

Ichigo sensed how her face grew even a tad hotter when she realized that she was both disgusted and at awe with herself, perhaps also a little at war with herself, but, even more so, excited and thoroughly confused above all else. In a way, she really did feel like a cornered cat in heat. And the worst part of it was that in spite of everything that had transpired, she did not regret it, not one bit; quite the opposite; the tremendous feeling that had kept clawing at her everywhere she went was a persistent sign of how much she might be missing in her life; how much was still out there waiting for her, and how great it could possibly feel to be touched by someone else who was not her boyfriend, merely fueling her desperate need for more, which became all the more foregrounded whenever Masaya's face entered her peripheral vision.

And the fact that she barely felt any shame for practically cheating on her boyfriend occurred to the manic Mew Mew a little too late as well.

A part of her brain still blamed her PMS for that lapse of judgement. And, potentially, it could account for some of the tension, at least partially. However, Ichigo was not an idiot and she knew that she could not ascribe the full extent of her actions simply to her premenstrual syndrome. It was a nice excuse though. The only impracticality about such a notion was that it wasn't true.

Nobody had, of course, suspected anything, leaving all the emotional turmoil just within the inner walls of Ichigo's mind.

Although she could not entirely rule out the option that Ryou might have sensed something along the way. He was always one step ahead of everyone and Ichigo would not put it past him, if he had already figured it out. All the more when some of her injuries had been scattered at rather compromising places on her body, causing his eye brows to arch in question more than a couple of times during his meticulous tending to her. It was not like he had verbally shared any of his potential doubts or suspicions with the Iriomote girl, a classic Ryou in other words; but from the way how he had closely observed her wounds, Ichigo could tell that he had been thinking about something hard; the vampire-like bite on her neck had especially caught his eye.

"Did Kisshu do this to you?" the blonde asked slowly, tracing the punctured skin on her neck with his fingers with an extra layer of intrigue.

"Ugh-ugh."

Upon hearing his name, Ichigo visibly cringed, but subsequently nodded, almost certain that her boss must have picked on the truth already. Nevertheless, that did not seem to be the case.

She watched with baited breath as Ryou rose from his seat and reached out for a tiny orange bottle that was neatly sitting on the edge of the table before turning back to Ichigo.

"Blast these nasty creatures."

He dank the cotton pad into the disinfectant and, pursing his lips, placed it directly against her open wound.

Ichigo winced at both the prickling feeling of the chemical, as well as his tone, and could only imagine how Ryou would have reacted if he had really known how Ichigo had gained most of these 'injuries;' that, in truth, the moment Kisshu had sunk his teeth into the soft flesh of her neck Ichigo could not feel anything but utter ecstasy; how she had hissed in pleasure at what such an action did to her; how readily she had opened her legs for him, willing him to do to her far more than he had already had.

At one point, when Ryou had just finished bandaging her left arm, Ichigo felt like she would simply tell him. Everything. That maybe he would not judge her, nor condemn her. Would not call her idiotic or weak or whatnot. And that he would also help her rationalize this completely absurd situation into which Ichigo had inadvertently plunged herself into. This was Ryou, after all. Her boss, the brains behind the Mew Project; she could confide in him, it was safe to confide in him. He would straighten things up somehow, like he had always done before. Even if their personalities clashed and conflicted on almost daily basis, he was there to help her, right? But when the blonde started criticizing everything that was wrong with her and Tokyo Mew Mew's latest mission yet again, Ichigo had instantly lost all of her former appetite to share anything with him, and, instead, drifted off back into her own thoughts, locking everything within herself once and for all.

On second thought, maybe it was for the better that she had clammed up. Ryou was sneaky. Perhaps too sneaky and on the off-chance that Ichigo had told him what had actually happened, it was also highly likely that her boss would even want her to continue with this kind of behavior; to lure Kisshu in and use him to aid the Mew Project in whatever way possible.

Yes, not telling Ryou was a good thing, definitely!

Not telling the other Mews, however, felt weird; especially when they had all seemed rather concerned about her well-being and helped her hop to their headquarters with painstaking effort.

Ichigo had sincerely no clue about what exactly was stopping her from sharing the recent events of her love life with her friends. But she had a feeling that it was the same motivation, or something akin to it, which had deprived her of the possibility to talk about her terrible sex fiascos with her boyfriend with them. How could she possibly start discussing her heavy make-out session with Kisshu with them when she could not even bring herself to bitch about her non-existent sex life with Masaya? Perhaps she should seek some therapy, or some other kind of help, before her own life would drive her nuts. Her life or Masaya, for that matter, since their latest attempt at sex had left Ichigo speechless yet again, and not exactly in the hot and heavy kind of manner she had anticipated.

Of course, he had noticed the numerous bandages and plasters straight away. And Ichigo merely silently prayed that his worried inquisitive stare would finally leave her body alone and return back to her face at long last.

Not every of her wishes was granted so easily, however. It was only his chastising tone that eventually broke her out of her convoluted thoughts

"Ichigo, I don't understand. How can you be so happy, considering the present circumstances?" Masaya asked, his eyes slightly narrowing in a mild reproach.

Happy? Does he really think I am happy?

Ichigo briefly wondered if Masaya really knew her personality that little, because the vibe she was wearing around herself like a shield at that current moment was anything but cheerful. Could he really not tell?

"It was a bike accident. I already told you that," she shrugged nonchalantly, hoping that her feigned disinterest in regards to her injuries would steer him away and make him drop this topic.

Today was Tuesday which meant that they were pretty much caught up with their study schedule and were supposed to have sex somewhere amid that time too. And, truthfully, Ichigo could not wait for that part. As bad as Masaya was at pleasing her, she was so horny today that she thought that there was literally no way that he would not get her off. Not today, when she had finally waved her period goodbye and when her brain more than ever craved that sexual adventure Ichigo had been denying herself for the past couple of days.

Plus, sex with Masaya would also help and make her stop thinking about what had happened before with that stupid alien.

Yes. That's right. Let's get this party started!

She pulled her top over her head eagerly, willing her boyfriend with her eyes to start doing something, anything, however, Masaya did not seem to exactly share her line of thoughts.

It took her only a few additional seconds to note that rather than fucking her senseless, her boyfriend was, apparently, far more interested in her present battered condition and how precisely Ichigo had acquired it.

"Ichigo, this is serious. Did you talk to your boss about this? He should not let you ride a bike in the busy traffic. It is not safe. Not to mention all the pollution from the cars."

She could only mentally groan.

There she was, in a pair of what she assumed to be quite cute pink frilly underwear with her bra and breasts on full display, and all he wanted to talk about was Tokyo traffic and its detrimental effects on the ozone layer. But she should not be that surprised. More than a fuckboy, Masaya was environmentalist above all else.

Nothing new, eh?

Notwithstanding, a seed of worry had become irrevocably planted in Ichigo's mind, making her contemplate whether or not he was really that little attracted to her, when she was sitting right next to him in her underwear and it did make him even blink.

Was it because they were together for so long? Because he had seen her breasts bare naked far too many times? Would anything change if she took off her skirt too?

Ichigo was about to put her theory to the test but one quick cursory glance in his direction had stopped her short. Judging by the unwavering look on Masaya's face, she was sure that sex was literally the last thing on his mind at the present moment. And that no matter how much she had tried to seduce him, it would have taken forever to generate at least some bodily friction between them, if not impossible at all.

She put the shirt back on and sighed, redirecting her attention onto the math problem in front of them.

"I'm fine. Don't worry about it. Besides, we have some more algebra to solve," she smiled widely at him, "Unless you, of course, want to do something else instead?"

A speck of hope rumbled in her chest at the possible sexual innuendo when she noted how his eyes immediately sparkled at her words; hope which soon fizzled with his next response.

"You're absolutely right. I am sorry," he returned her smile and shifted his attention back onto the book in Ichigo's hand, scanning through its content with a serious expression on his face, "Now, how about we start with this one?"

Ichigo nodded vigorously and kept smiling but, internally, she felt like she had just died.

For the record, they did end up doing it later that day.

But whatever expectations Ichigo had had soon fell straight into the gutter when Masaya had once again proved how very inapt he was when it came to the whole sex thing; and after Ichigo had simply resigned herself to him without any more fight, not able to take it any longer.

As always, the sex with her boyfriend was lukewarm, in short. Ichigo had no idea why she had been so into doing it with him when it had ended up in such a colossal disaster yet again. Would she have lost her previous sex drive, if she had known what a terrible outcome had awaited her beforehand? How many more times was she willing to try until her mind had finally wrapped itself around the concept that sex with her boyfriend would never be anything but boring, blank and unexciting? Come to think of it, had she really ever got off when they were doing it?

'Maybe?' a little voice whispered at the back of her mind, giving Ichigo a false hope, but the girl was mature enough to recognize a white lie for truth.

No. The correct answer was no, and not even her raging hormones and post menstrual horniness had changed a single thing about that honest recollection.

Was it out of pity that she simply kept on trying? Did she truly deem it to be her sole duty to keep trying, if she wanted to remain to be his girlfriend? Or, with her period finally gone, was she just so damn aroused today that she would get him in bed with her at any cost? Why did it not work, then? It was not like she hadn't given it her all. In fact, today Ichigo really, really went above and beyond. But when he was on top of her, moaning her name in what she could only describe as pure ecstasy, Ichigo did not feel anything. Not a flatter of her heart, nor a single twitch of her insides. Absolutely nothing. While Masaya was jerking wildly above her caught up in the flare-up of passion, Ichigo was, in all actuality, facing the ceiling and counting the seconds until it was finally over.

This was not how sex should feel like!

At least, not according to what all these porn videos and magazines advertised. There was no way anyone should feel that way during sex, and the more Masaya moaned, the more Ichigo was growing sure of it.

Regarding her climax, she, of course, faked it. Once again. And when he had eventually rolled off of her, she had kissed his lips and pretended like nothing bad had happened, and that she had not felt bitter and dejected about it at all. She was a good actress. Perhaps a little too good, for he had not suspected anything. Not in the slightest. To an untrained eye, Ichigo thus superficially looked content and satisfied after their period of mating, but on the inside she felt hollow and empty. All the more, when one very horrifying notion crossed her mind, getting her almost sobbing with unhappiness.

If she were to stay with Masaya and did not say anything, was this how all of her nights were going to look like from now on?

That single isolated thought had made her head suddenly dizzy and she had to face away from him and bite her lower lip at the unexpected uneasiness that had crept upon her. Masaya was perfect. The most handsome and amazing boyfriend any girl could wish for. He was kind, smart and caring. Why was she then second-guessing everything? Was the fact that he was so nice, loyal and ardently in love with her not enough for her? What more could she possibly want?

'Sex,' Ichigo bitterly thought.

Lots of great and wild and loud and rough sex that Masaya could evidently never provide for her; and that realization depressed the Mew Mew fundamentally. Even now, as she sat in her bath tub, with Masaya long gone, Ichigo briefly pondered if having thoughts like that officially qualified her as an ungrateful girlfriend.

Was she simply asking for too much?

It was just sex.

But there was that itch that Ichigo had had.

That itch, or weird sense of curiosity, that she had been plagued with for some time now, and that wanted to be satisfied; that begged to be quenched. And the more suggestive videos Ichigo had seen, the stronger her cravings had gotten; before her conscience had always cut her libidinous train of thinking short one way or another.

Ichigo ran a hand through her damp hair and let out a frustrated sigh.

Ok, so Masaya could not make her come. So what?

There were other ways how to satisfy her sexual desire; there were these specialized shops, for instance.

And there were her fingers too.

My fingers, hm?

Maybe, that could be a good idea; a good solution to remedy her situation.

She had fingers, she didn't need Masaya. She could help herself in the times of need like this. And Ichigo only inwardly face palmed why she had never thought about it before, especially when it was all so obvious. In truth, she had always came just by touching herself through her underwear; there was no need to go beyond that; that and her imagination was usually enough to get her off. But if she dared and was to explore her body some more, would anything change? Would it feel somewhat different? Worse? Better? If she gave it a shot now, what exactly would she uncover? And, more importantly, could it actually really free her of all of her relentless worries for good?

Well, there is no hurt in trying, right?

Plus, if she was to resolve her issues with Masaya forever in this way, then all the better.

The only problem was that her previous experience, as well as the numerous online articles, had taught her that touching oneself had not felt half as good as being touched by someone else. But, at this point, she was willing to try just about anything to sate her thirst for release and silence the little nagging voice in her head.

As if on cue, Ichigo felt her hand slide between her thighs subconsciously, her head reclining against the rim of the bath tub a little further, as she submerged herself deeper into the water. She shuddered at the effect her wet fingers left on her body and even if she was now still only grazing the soft skin of her breasts, she could already tell that she was in for more. Far more, in fact, if she wanted to feel that feeling again. That amazing scorching passion that she had experienced during that one fateful afternoon in her bedroom, and on that wooden table in the dimly-lit meeting room with the god damn alien.

For a second, a fleeting image of Kisshu invaded her mind, making her involuntarily hiss and recoil in faint alarm. That annoying smirk on his lips was uncanny, as were his eyes that continued to watch her on with the palpable excitement glinting in his gaze and scarcely could Ichigo miss how her hand instinctively moved closer to the juncture of her legs.

To be honest, there was no real explanation as to why her mind would produce the image of infuriating Cyniclon in her head just when she was about to masturbate, but her intuition told her it must have been somehow tied to their latest steamy encounter; or the many remaining marks and bruises that still covered most of her body, an incessant reminder. Or maybe it was simply because thanks to him, she had discovered a new side to her that would have remained buried from within her otherwise. In a way, Ichigo thought that she should feel somewhat grateful towards Kisshu, however weird it might have sounded, as he had made it quite apparent that she could get turned on during sex, which was good news; if one could consider getting turned on by a creepy alien good news. Yet, despite him being annoying as hell, Ichigo at least knew for sure now that she was not completely frigid, since his hands on her body had ruled that possibility out quite quickly. Still, she could not shrug off the feeling that there was something entirely inappropriate about that whole trait of thinking that had been currently occupying her mind. She should just discard it and forget about it altogether at that. But, somehow, she couldn't; and she wouldn't, because it felt a little too good to stop now, which was why she bit her lip and decided to keep going.

Why did the image of the green-haired alien excite her so much, though? Was she truly some kind of a creep or an exhibitionist?

No way.

But the longer she had let her imagination run wild in regards to her last meeting with Kisshu, the closer her fingers had got to her opening until she squeezed her eyelids shut and started touching herself with no restraint.

What would have happened that evening if Mint and the rest of the Mews had not appeared? Would they have stopped? Would she let him stop? She had to mentally laugh at the fact that if it was Masaya who had been with her that night, he would have probably taken great pains to carefully move all the little objects from the table; not like Kisshu, who had simply sent everything flying, never letting any of that stand in the way or ruin the moment. And something about that comparison had made her insides twitch. Where Masaya was calm and cautious, Kisshu was careless and fierce. And, the fierceness felt good. Too good. She was getting excited, she could tell. In truth, she did not remember the time she was this excited. But why? Was it because she had been imagining that it was not her own finger giving her the pleasure? Because she wanted it to be his? Touching her, playing with her, and eventually pushing in and out? God, what excited her about that sight so much?

'It's ok, kitten. All you have to do is ask. I would like to do things with you too. Would love that actually.'

'Will you come on my fingers?'

Her cheeks turned a slight shade of pink when his words echoed in her mind and Ichigo momentarily lowered her head in shame, the blush on her face only burning brighter with each of the following seconds.

Screw it!

She swallowed thickly and, spreading her thighs wide, she let her idle index finger dip inside her at last, losing herself completely to her phantasy.

There was something incredibly intimate about the whole thing of pleasuring oneself; something that had informed her that she was doing it right and that imagining it was the alien's hand presently touching her only accentuated her own inner desire. And, quite suddenly, it was not only his finger that had been penetrating her. No, not anymore. In her mind, she saw him shove her panties aside, as he swiftly pulled down his shorts and slammed himself into her and fucked her exactly how she had wanted to be fucked. Hard, fast, loud, with him on top, grabbing her hips with an almost painful force and pushing her body against the desk roughly, as his mesmerizing gaze burned holes into her naked, sweat-covered body, relishing in her every cry.

Ichigo felt her inner walls involuntarily twitch at such an erotic vision. She bit on her tongue, trying to suppress the little sighs that were slowly slipping through between her parted lips, but, soon after, she could not contain her moans and gasps any longer.

"Mm, K-kisshu," she whimpered.

"Yes?"

"…"

In a split second, her eyes peeled open in shock and she jerked sideways at the sound of the familiar voice a little too close for her liking.

First, she thought that she must have gone entirely bonkers, since there was no way that he could be there in front of her. But once she blinked a couple of more times, she realized that her lust-filled mind was not delusional, not yet, at least. Because there he was. In her bathroom, sitting cross-legged in the air, his chin propped against one of his hands and that annoying smirk plastered on his face, taking in the sight of her with disturbing sort of interest. And the moment she saw the vivid shimmer shift in his eyes while his fangs poked out through his lips, Ichigo knew all too well that it was true.

"What are you doing in here?" she barked angrily and immediately turned stark red when it had dawned on her that he had not only caught her naked in her bath tub, but also masturbating, and to the thought of him of all people. There was literally no chance he could have misheard that.

Oh, God.

"Were you thinking about me?"

She could feel the fine hairs crawling along the back of her neck.

"W-what?" her breath hitched in her throat, her heartbeat straining to quickness inside her chest.

"Just now, when you were touching yourself, were you thinking about me, kitten?" he asked curiously.

Ichigo's blush deepened but she did not say anything, somewhat alarmed that the unexpected wave of shock had not just resulted in her popping a vessel.

All of a sudden, Kisshu stood up and descended on the tile floor until he was kneeling right in front of her next to the bath tub.

In a reaction to that, Ichigo shrieked and covered herself as she sank further down below the water level.

"Kisshu, what are you doing? Get OUT!" she hissed, staring harshly at the alien, her hazel eyes glaring with a fiery flare.

"Are you sure you want me to get out, kitten? From the looks of it, you would rather want me to get in," he reached out to touch her hair, twirling a lock of her auburn tresses in his fingers, his gaze never leaving hers.

Ichigo exhaled sharply.

Before she stretched her leg and kicked him square in his chest.

"Ouch what was that for?" he whined, massaging his bruise.

"I told you to stay away from me!" the Mew Mew spat but immediately gulped when she noticed that he was slowly crawling back to her, his eyes half-lidded and his lips curled into a sly smile.

"But is that what you really want?" she held his piercing gaze, as his mouth returned closer to hers, "You can be honest with me, I-chi-go," he murmured against her cheek and the Mew Mew grabbed the edge of the tub tighter.

She watched with slight trepidation in her eyes as his fingers lightly grasped her jaw before they slowly drifted down to where the waterproof plaster stuck to her neck, covering her injury. He swiftly peeled it off with one fast pull of his fingers and traced the punctured skin with his fingertips, his expression utterly entranced.

"W-What are you do-"

Her voice died out when he without warning placed his lips directly onto the place where he had previously sunk his fangs into her and let his tongue flick all around it, causing Ichigo to shiver and sigh in an unexpected surge of pleasure. She quivered and shook, as the overwhelming sensation started to take control of her body. It was all too much; too maddening; too intoxicating; too hard to put into any comprehensible words. And, above all, too hard to stop.

Her eyes grew wide when his hand suddenly slid down her arm under the water and followed the line of her hip until it reached her lower belly.

"K-Kisshu, no!"

Ichigo tried to protest but the moment his fingers began with their dance, creating a line of heat on her wet skin, she instantaneously grew quiet.

"Do you really not want to continue where we left off? You seemed to be enjoying yourself so much," his orbs glowed with that cocky confidence that she hated the most, and she wanted to tell him off instantly but when his hand resumed moving again, gliding down her leg with a feather-like touch, she held her breath, enjoying the way how his fingers drew small circles on her thigh.

And as begrudging as it was for Ichigo to admit that out loud, she liked his hands on her body. And far more than she was willing to let on at that.

Why was she fighting him so much, then?

Well, obviously because he is an enemy, duh!

An enemy in your bathroom!

An enemy that might be here to kill you at any minute!

An enemy that can give you what your boyfriend never can.

Ichigo almost flinched out of her skin when her final thought cut in, silencing all the rest of them at once.

It was only upon this grim realization that her muscles tensed up all over again, making her mind hazy with raw need and tangible despair.

Too lost in her conflicted feelings, Ichigo let out a gasp when she felt his hand grazing her inner thigh and she could not help but moan when his mouth returned to her neck and he gave her another experimental lick. Her eye lids closed shut at the sheer sensation that was currently coursing through her as a giant tidal wave, stimulating her and making her heart flutter with excitement.

"It's your lucky day, I can give you a helping hand," he snickered enjoying how her body reacted to his touch spontaneously and Ichigo was more than distracted to deck him this time.

It was perfect, the pressure he applied with his lips on her neck; the way his fingertips only lightly brushed against her entrance but were never actually touching it, the way how he was teasing her, waiting for her signal until he would give her what she so desperately wanted.

"Well?" he eased away slightly, while his fingers kept on drumming against her inner thigh, making Ichigo glare at him from the corner of her eye.

She could see that he was testing her, waiting for her reaction with the way how he was watching her, his mouth still twisted in that devilish smirk and his eyes tinting with both humor, as well as that evil mocking sparkle that had never seemed to have entirely disappeared from his face.

Jerk!

But, as much as she wanted to hate him, Ichigo could not deny that the effect Kisshu had had on her was nothing short of pure magic. It must have been, because with each passing second she felt better and better. And the bolder he got, the more difficult it had proved to her to fight the increasing pleasure that threatened to take over, as her gaze kept haphazardly glancing at his smirking lips until she couldn't take it anymore.

In a flash, she grabbed him by his collar and pulled him back to her sharply.

A long, loaded tension subsequently stretched between them, wherein they stared into each other's eyes quietly, before Ichigo averted her gaze for a moment, finally realizing that there was only one real solution to her complicated predicament.

She could smack his hand and stop it all. But what would be the point?

Why would she not let him do it to her? What was really the difference if she did it to her herself while thinking about him, or simply allow him to do it to her altogether instead? At least she would not get cramps in her hand that way. And if he was anywhere as good as she had already imagined, she knew that she would not regret it. She could take care of the consequences of her actions later. Why spoil it now? She had been having so much fun. Plus, after the long terrible couple of days of longing and her gruesome sex life with Masaya, she deserved it. Every single minute of it. She was not fraternizing with her enemy. No. The sole focus was only on her pleasure; the overwhelming, unearthly feeling of sex controlling her once more.

And he was there to give it to her.

Making up her mind, Ichigo instinctively licked her lips and spread her legs, meeting his expectant gaze head on.

"Kisshu, make me feel good again," she whispered in a voice barely audible enough to hear.

But his ears picked it up easily, for his smirk widened ever so slightly, as he took in her flushed expression.

He did not need any more encouragement.

And, when his lips collided with hers and she felt his long, pale fingers slide deep inside her, the rest was history.