It's about what flows now. Don't expect consistent updates. Life happens.
There's no point in staying.
I want to leave so bad but Luka's got me pinned. I can't be rude to her father. I met him just a few minutes ago and I don't like him.
Then again, I'm not surprised.
He reminds me of my own father; egoistic, wealthy, snobby, a knack to sound intelligent even during a simple conversation. The fact that he gets along with Gakupo makes it worse.
They can't shut up. How Luka dated someone as similar as her father makes me want to puke.
Innovation. Industrialization. Concept theories. Engineering.
It's all they're talking about and, all the while, Luka and I eat in silence, pretending to listen.
She smiles, a manner I'm sure she's been trained to keep up. To seem interested when, really, you want to shove your fork in your eye. I, on the other hand, don't stray with expressing my upmost boredom.
I'm not good at hiding. My face says it all. I'm annoyed, angry, tired, but I stay put. A frequent pulsing between my legs, after effects of taking it so viciously from Luka's quick and nimble fingers, keeps me seated. Not the fancy yet delicious food, not even the fact that Luka keeps brushing her hand against mine. I won't move until the annoying throbbing fades away.
She really broke me.
She knows it too.
I glance and meet her eyes. A mischievous glint before she sighs and rests her chin on the palm of her hand, she leans forward, eyes narrowing at Gakupo.
Turns out he was waiting at the front gate of Luka's house. Richard let him in, offered him a ride across the grand front yard of the estate, and now he's sitting here, kissing ass.
Richard Megurine's ass.
"I don't think it's such a good investment, Richard."
Good lord, he calls him by his first name. Now I'm seriously going to puke.
"Believe me, I know. Megurine Motors is known for luxury, state-of-the-art performance, most notably it is the speed, the capacity of our horsepower. Economic standards don't match up to our motto."
"You mean overly-priced, materialistic, accessory?"
A clank and I realize I've slipped.
I thought aloud.
Shit.
Luka holds back a snicker and my eyes widen at the duo before me. Richard is intrigued, Gakupo is irritated. Luka is failing to hide her smile.
"Excuse me?" Richard asks.
I almost choke before I respond. I want to backtrack but I can't help but add to the subject.
"Well, I'm just saying, luxury can be affordable and economic. It never hurts to boost sales."
"More than 200,000 units sold each year," Richard adds, "that is more than enough sales."
He's looking for a debate. I'm looking to cut the conversation. Luckily, Luka saves me in time before I actually DO choke.
"Daddy, you arrived earlier than expected."
Gakupo's eyes tear from me and to Luka.
"I called," he says, "You disappeared last night. I got worried."
Worried, my ass.
"And what made you think I couldn't take care of myself?"
She seems calm and collected, rational and patient, but deep down, I know she's ready to tear Gakupo a new one. She's just as annoyed as me. In fact, the second she saw him enter through the door, she completely ignored his presence. As for her father, it was like Christmas morning. Luka jumped with glee, a total 180 from her usual manners. She was so child-like. A hug, a kiss, daddy's little girl she was. Her father was in London but he received a phone call from a certain jackass.
Gakupo.
He was worried. He had no idea where Luka had gone off to. So he sold her out, put her on the spot so to speak. The nerve of him, I swear. He really believes they're committed, that he has the right to look out for her, as if they're together still.
Though now that I think about it, they did seem like a couple at the party. The way he pressed up against her, his arms wrapped around her lithe waist, mouth close to her ear. None of that mattered in the end because the next thing I knew, Luka was pressed up against ME. We were doing more than just intimate contact. In fact, I tremble from the memory. Her bare body, glistening eyes, fingers long and drenched as she smothered deep into-
"Miku."
I snap back to reality and realize Richard spoke my name. I clear my throat.
"Uh-yes?"
I flinch. Luka's fingernails graze my thigh, scratching the bare skin under my skirt. I gulp.
HARD.
"So, where do you fall in all this?"
Richard remains intrigued, eye contact solid and still.
"Oh, well, I just-
"I tutor her, daddy," Luka suddenly says, "Geometry. She's actually quite good, a fast learner."
She looks at me and smiles, hand grazing my inner thigh. One more inch and she's dangerously close. Actually, she's already there, a dangerous move, so risky that I fail to hold in a gasp.
Luka snaps her head back to her father, a sickly innocent smile reinforcing my silent cry.
"She's embarrassed about it."
Embarrassed, indeed, just not for that very reason, in fact, I'm struggling to contain myself.
"Ah, well, and how is that going?" Gakupo asks.
Luka glances at me, that damn smile still gracing her lips. Now it's my turn to be on the spot.
"Good," I say.
It's simple. It's safe. It's enough for Gakupo to fuck off for now. What's far more important is that Mr. Megurine seems pleased.
I don't think this guy ever smiles but the closest thing to it is before me.
"Luka is Ivy-bound," he proudly states.
"Oh, daddy, not now," Luka adds, "Please."
"Don't be so modest," Richard laughs, "You deserve this kind of attention."
"Well, Ivy-league or not, Luka gets the attention" Gakupo quips.
They share a laugh, one that Luka goes along with a façade. She's just following along. As for me, well, I'm not laughing.
In fact, for the remaining time, I'm not involved in the conversation. Not that I mind anyway. Richard certainly doesn't but Gakupo, like the ass he is, just has to cut in to point it out.
"Tell me, Miku," he says, "have you always been a listener?"
He asks me when I got a piece of beef wellington stuck on the roof of my mouth.
"Uf, I gueff sho."
Gakupo cringes, Luka snickers, Richard remains intrigued. I take advantage of the fact he won't fully understand me.
"Erf hoo oweys en ashhawl?"
'Are you always an asshole?'
Gakupo didn't get it, nor did Richard but Luka, well she desperately tried hard not to laugh. She understood and for that, she's squeezing my hand, eyes teary from the need to burst out.
"Luka, are you okay?" Gakupo asks.
She nods her head, a genuine smile stretching her lips this time. It's a beautiful sight, one that I can't help but gawk at. I made her laugh and I'm so fucking proud of it.
Richard is the first to leave the table. He politely excuses himself.
"Luka, clean up, why won't you, honey."
Luka nods.
"Will do, daddy."
"And keep out of trouble by the way."
It's casual. It's meaningful. It's also a warning. Richard knows something happened in his home. And all thanks to that kiss-ass, Gakupo. And as soon as it's clear, Luka lets him have it in the most polite and civil manner she can muster.
"You know, Gaky-poo," she sighs, "Your crush on my father is really taking its toll."
"It's not like that."
"Oh, come now," Luka laughs, "Don't be shy about it."
I find no means to laugh, not when Gakupo looks like he's ready to chuck a glass across the table. I certainly won't risk it. Luka, on the other hand, continues to push his buttons.
"I still find it odd that you have his number. After all, when we broke up, didn't you say you wanted NOTHING to do with me?"
"You know I didn't mean that."
"Then what did you really mean, Gakupo?"
"I want you in my life, Luka."
"Well, what we want isn't always good for us, you know?"
It's far more than awkward. It's painful. From Luka feigning innocence to Gakupo's murderous stare. She's testing him, ridiculing him, harming his ego so torturously. All the while, I'm stuck in the middle.
I want to say something, anything, but doing so may be foolish. Luka is on a power-trip and she's having far too much fun cornering Gakupo. In fact, I'm beginning to feel bad for the guy.
"It was fun while it lasted. Let's leave it at that."
"It was NEVER fun, Luka," he sneers.
"Ugh, don't be such a drama queen."
"Oh, that is rich coming out of you."
They go back and forth, their history unveiling as careless words are shared. And while Gakupo is quick to retort, Luka treats it like a game. She pokes fun at him, pestering him with his past nickname, noting how pathetic yet adorable he was to her. It couldn't be helped. Their relationship was doomed. Luka knew but Gakupo was in denial.
And he still is.
He's bitter, angry, but above else, he's pitiful.
"I looked after you last night only to be left in the dark," he says.
Luka smirks.
"I didn't ask you to knock out your best mate," she adds, "You should have asked questions before going bollocks on the boy-scout."
"Don't you DARE-
He smacks the table, the sound of scattered silverware and good china adding to the tension. I flinch, all the while, Luka continues to smile, unaffected by his outburst. He stands up, fists shaking, and eyes shooting darts at Luka's cocky grin. A dead and awkward silence begins. Finally, he speaks; tone shaky and filled with pain.
"I never question you because I love you."
Luka's smile falters and her hand suddenly grips my thigh. It takes so much effort to remain still, to prevent myself from crying aloud, from squeezing my eyes shut and flinching from the pain. But I stay frozen instead. Her nails have dug into my skin, definitely marking me with raw crescent moons. Even so, it can't compare to the discomfort of hearing Gakupo's next words.
"That won't ever change."
He stands there still, waiting. Luka isn't smiling anymore but her grip remains hard against my thigh. Bare skin red, marred by the edges of her nails, I can't take it any longer. Then, she finally releases, and with a sigh, she responds to the hopeful boy before her.
"I know."
Her smile returns.
"But I won't either."
It's cold and harsh but it's honest. And with that, Gakupo finally take his leave. Of course, not without a longing gaze.
"Excuse me," he says to me, "I apologize if I made you uncomfortable."
I'm not too sure what to think of him now. It takes a lot to profess feelings the way he does, to deliver statements filled with raw emotion. Even so, there is only one way to put it, really.
"He's ballsy."
Luka snorts.
"Hardly, he's a pussy."
We were in the midst of cleaning dishes; a fine distraction after dinner.
"And I don't date pussies," Luka adds, "I eat them."
I almost drop a dish right then and there. I turn crimson; a result from Luka's vulgar but clever words. Almost sounds like something Lily would say. And that's the most disturbing part of it all.
"Luka," I mumble.
She pays no mind to my concern. Not to mention she adds to my current embarrassment.
"Well, I do," she chuckles, "Particularly yours."
My head snaps to her, eyes widen before glancing at the dreaded door across from us. Any minute now, Luka's father could barge in.
"Oh, relax. He's probably skyping with his company friends."
"Probably, as in you're not entirely sure."
"Well, I can't be 100% positive."
"Exactly," I state, "Lay off with the jokes then."
She laughs.
"Lighten up, would you?"
A playful nudge by her does no effect. I'm still worried and Luka can see that. Even so, she doesn't stray with playing right now.
"Last night was great."
I stiffen.
"I really meant it…you are a fast learner."
Oh, god, make her stop. PLEASE.
"I have to say though."
I gulp.
"You did quite a "number" on me."
Silence and suddenly, we're both laughing. A double-meaning of our so-called "tutoring" session, clever of Luka, I must say.
I struggle to contain myself but the worry drowns in the sounds of our pleasant moment. Call us idiots for the risk but I can't help it. I love Luka's laugh, her smile, when she isn't on guard for once, I admit, I prefer it when she's like this.
"You don't have to do this, Miku," she snickers.
"No, I want to."
She smiles and playfully nudges me again. My heart skips a beat; the way she shyly looks down, an awkward twitch as she fails to hide her amusement. It's all so cute.
Luka blushes and it's the most adorable thing I've ever seen. In fact, I'm tempted to kiss her, an action I know is far too risky.
Even so, I try.
The moment she turns, I lean in and our lips meet.
It's just one second of contact, one quick peck, yet Luka is blushing profoundly. She's embarrassed, shocked, even a bit impressed. And I couldn't be any happier. Even when she starts to scold me, I can't help but smile.
"Miku!"
She slaps my side and I gasp and the next we know, we're flicking water at each other, giggling yet pretending to be mad.
She embraces me, tickling my sides, laughing as her breath meets my ear. I writhe against her, struggling to contain my shrieks. That moment, I feel genuine bliss.
It's amazing, really.
Luka and I, we've gotten far. Sex and scandals already but this one innocent moment between us seems to overshadow it all. I could trade it all just to share this beautiful feeling. Butterflies erupting, hands entwining rather than the usual grasps and claws I endure. Nothing savage or rushed, this time Luka shows her softer more childish side.
Affectionate as I always wanted to be. We're finally sharing it and I have to say, it's the happiest I've been in a long time.
But happiness occurs within a moment. It comes and goes. And I don't expect it to be any different right now.
Footsteps close in, a familiar voice hollers, and the next thing I know, Luka pushes me away. She does so frantically, immediately increasing our distance with a hard shove. Then, she grabs a plate and drops it purposely. It shatters, good china so carelessly handled just as I was seconds ago.
It happens so fast, Richard, Luka, the broken shards, it becomes a scene.
"What the bloody hell happened here?"
"Nothing, daddy, it's just a little mess. I'll take care of it."
"Of course you will. That's the fine china you made a mess out of."
"Yes, daddy, I know that, sorry."
I watch her pick up the pieces. All the while, I'm still stunned, my thoughts rambling as I realize what had just happened. Luka was simply covering it up, the tension from earlier. A desperate attempt to hide what we shared, the intimate moment I missed as soon as it was gone. She was quick to cut it off.
"Miku, you mind helping me?" Luka asks.
I take a moment to respond.
"Hm?"
"The dustpan, can you get the dustpan?"
The nerve of her, I swear, asking for help, as if it's all really just an accident. And for that, I lag with her request. I take my sweet time, purposely fumbling before she takes the item from my hand. I know she senses my annoyance with her.
Even after the mess is clear, Richard continues to scold his daughter, mentioning certain things of the past.
"Why is it that every time there's an accident with you, it costs money?"
Luka doesn't respond. At this point, she's probably pissed. I just added to it.
"Remember that damn Porche you hit? Down by the strip?"
"Oh, god, this again," Luka mumbles.
"Cutting lanes like a chav. This isn't Manchester, Luka."
"He cut ME off, daddy."
"Yeah, yeah, either way, our lawyers were able to prove so," he adds, "Lucky you."
Luka rolls her eyes.
"Yes, lucky me I'm daddy's little rich girl," she sarcastically says.
Richard doesn't catch on.
"You're more than that and don't forget it. Now show your guest some hospitality. Assisting you when it's your fault? I apologize for that, Miku."
I can't tell if this is an argument or not but whatever it is, Luka is not happy.
"She wanted to," she says.
Richard laughs.
"Course she did, she's a good guest. It's called manners."
He smiles at me which I struggle to take in. Especially when I know Luka is frustrated by him.
"Luka can be stubborn but you can learn a lot from her," he says.
If I wasn't so uncomfortable, I would laugh to that. Hell yeah, Luka is stubborn.
"You seem patient though," he adds, "unlike Bachmeir's daughter. What a mess it was to tutor her, I'm sure."
Holy crap.
Did he just say-
"Daddy, aren't you late for a meeting?"
As expected, Luka is quick to change the subject, especially when it involves a certain blonde.
I know more than I should. Complete opposites, a recipe for disaster, bitter history without closure, I could go on about Lily and Luka. This revelation just adds to my current knowledge. Knowledge I wish I could unlearn.
"I already did via skype," Richard says.
Despite his rational responses, Luka pretends he isn't making sense.
"Why couldn't you just fly back to London?"
"I just got here," Richard laughs, "Calm down. Did Gakupo rile you up again?"
She snaps.
"On the contrary, he left on his own fustration," she adds, "Why was he even here anyway? You know I don't like him."
"Luka, he was worried about you."
"So? He has no right. I'm not his girlfriend anymore."
Richard knows where this is going. In fact, he strongly advises I leave, an idea that Luka immediately opposes.
"She can stay."
"Luka, you're embarrassing yourself," he whispers.
It gets beyond awkward. It's painful, especially when Luka looks like she's about to cry any second now. She's frustrated, more by her father than Gakupo. Even so, she continues to mention her ex-boyfriend.
"Your networking has nothing to do with me. If you want to continue talking to Gakupo's father then so be it. But I don't have to be associated with the Kamui's anymore."
Richard pauses and glances at me. It's my cue to leave. I don't want to hear this at all, at least, not at such a close range.
"Um, excuse me," I whisper.
They pay me no mind which I greatly appreciate. I exit the kitchen in silence, an awkward leave as they continue to argue.
"They are family friends. We're lucky to even know them, Luka."
"No, they're lucky WE even know THEM. They're just a bunch of lawyers."
"Lawyers that do your job and keep you out of trouble."
"I keep myself out of trouble."
"Oh, is that so? I shouldn't be here then but I am. What does that say, Luka?"
"You don't trust me."
"When Gakupo stops calling me, I will."
"WHAT?!"
Footsteps close in and Luka is suddenly dragging me upstairs to her room. I hear her father groan.
"Don't be like this."
She ignores him, fuming as she continues to lead me through the hallway. I don't know what to expect. I'm afraid to even wonder but the second I enter Luka's room, I get a hint of what's coming.
Not even a minute in and she's got me pinned. Her lips crash against mine. It's brutal, far more than it's ever been. She pushes me, hands grasping, teeth biting, nail's digging into my flesh. She doesn't ask. She forces her way inside.
"Luknnng…"
I can barely speak. I nearly run out of breath, my eyes roll back, her hands slip underneath my shirt, grasping my breasts. She squeezes, tweaks, and pulls. I cry aloud, shame and pleasure courses through me. She grinds against me, grunting as I fail to meet her demands.
Sad to say but I can't keep up. This pisses her off.
"Fuck, Miku," she grunts.
I whimper, out of breath, unable to voice reason, especially when she's moved on to sucking on my breasts. Her hot tongue sends me flying. Wet and soft, I moan into the sensation. A pattern of soft and hard, from nibbles to hard bites, Luka teases only to leave me crying with protest.
"Luka," I gasp, "Not so h-hard."
My begging does little difference. In fact, it only encourages her.
I've taken a lot. From nails digging into my thigh to getting shoved, now she's practically trying to tear me apart. I have some tolerance to rough-treatment but I think I reached my limit here.
"Luka."
No response. Instead, she continues to suck and nip. Tongue grazing my nipple, teeth scraping against my glistening chest, I struggle to not cry too loudly. All the while, I attempt to slow her down again.
"D-dammit, Luka…"
She doesn't budge.
"You're h-hurting me."
She's venting, replacing frustration with pain and pleasure. It's her only way out. All the while, I'm struggling to find my own escape.
Hands push and finally, I'm able to breathe.
"I told you to stop."
Its firm, it's clear, even so, Luka doesn't comply. I have no choice but to fight back.
Literally.
Resounding impact and as a result, redness mars the sensitive skin on Luka's face. I've slapped her, cold and firm. Luka simply stares back, eyes wide from my sudden force.
She observes me, silently and dangerously as I struggle to catch my breath. A harsh breeze escapes through the window and I shiver, more so from Luka's hard stare.
The she moves, fast and powerful she comes at me. No warning, no permission. Luka takes. I shriek in response, a sound she is quick to cut off with a bruising kiss.
There's no stopping her this time. No matter how hard I hit, slap, bite, kick, Luka continues. And the most fucked part of it all is that none of it does any difference. I'm only fighting because I should, not because I want to but because I HAVE to. I'm not a tool, I'm not a ragged doll she can just pounce and fuck til her heart's content.
I'm struggling to fight for the last of my dignity.
But it feels too good. It's feels amazing how passionate Luka takes me in. Savoring with every pant, grasp, and kiss, she holds me so tight and close.
"Miku."
She whispers my name, pleads for me.
"Miku."
I gasp as soon as I feel it. She grasps my hand, sliding it past her waistline and into her jeans. Hot and moist, she is. And without delay, I begin to pump in and out of her. Its slick, it's smooth, it's tight, I moan at the sensation. All the while, Luka's hips move and sway, picking up speed as her walls tighten. I watch her writhing form, her quivering stomach, muscles contracting with the motion of her hips. Material so tight, it showcases her incredible abdominals. Then she kisses me, open-mouth, engulfing me as she shakes and moans.
It's just what she needed, a quick fuck so to speak. It's satisfying enough for her to suppress what emotional bullshit her father just put her through. She got what she wanted and more. Meanwhile, I can't help but wonder.
Lily and Luka.
Why does it feel so familiar? Whatever this is, I feel like I'm just repeating history.
This wasn't just sex.
It was venting.
And Luka is far too used to relieving her emotions so carelessly.
I'm just another body. There's nothing different between Lily and I. All of this really means nothing.
"Miku?"
"Take me home."
Her grip remains around my form, body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. Then I realize my hand is still in place, fingers still smothered in warmth and wetness. I tear away quickly, an action Luka gasps to.
"I want to go home," I repeat, this time firm and clear.
She frowns.
"Why?"
I close my eyes and ready myself. To walk away from Luka when she wants something, that itself is an accomplishment.
"I need to."
"Well, I need this."
She's quick to counter. A sign of her vulnerability full blast before me. Now the hard part begins.
"Luka, really?"
"Really what?"
The fact that she's straddling me isn't helping either.
"I've been gone long enough," I add, "I don't even know where my phone is."
"Avanna has it. You left it in her car."
"How do you know that?"
"She texted me."
She blinks, so innocently and oblivious to my current dismay.
"When?"
"This morning."
I wait for an explanation. It's doesn't come.
"And you didn't tell me?"
"What? Like, I was supposed to?"
I sigh. Luka takes my disappointment further.
"I didn't think it mattered."
"Didn't matter? Luka, I've been gone since last night and half of today. I need to at least let someone else know. My best friend or my dad would appreciate it."
"Your dad? Really?" she snickers, "Isn't he a prick?"
I don't feel the need to argue about that. My dad can be an ass. In fact, most of the time, he is. That isn't the case though. I know what Luka is doing. She's stalling. She wants me to stay longer. The reason for that couldn't be any more obvious.
"C'mon, we were having such a nice time."
She rolls her hips, further emphasizing her point. It takes so much out of me just to swallow my moan. Luka's still warm, raring to go. It's not helping that she's so damn horny right now.
"L-Luka, really," I add, "I've been here long…enough."
She pouts.
"But Miku…"
She's waiting, waiting for my walls to completely tear. I admit, they're crumbling, second by second. I'm struggling to stay put. So I take a breath and try again, this time, louder with all seriousness.
"I need to go, Luka."
It dawns to her, her expression slowly changing from sad to disappointment to annoyance. I've finally convinced her. Next is the tantrum.
"Are you saying you don't want to fuck me?"
"I need to go home, Luka."
"Yeah, I heard you the first time, you twat."
"And it took you this long to finally understand?"
"Don't you fucking get smart with me, Miku."
It becomes a full-fledge argument. Insults, foreign and childish words spew from Luka. All the while, I take advantage of the fact that she's removed herself from me. My lap is no longer hostage from her overwhelming warmth.
"For fuck sakes, all for some fucking fanny."
"Exactly!"
"I was talking about you, you bint."
"You know, I may not be one-hundred percent on what you just called me but I know it's not very nice."
"That's the point."
We go back and forth. Luka insulting me, secretly hoping I'll succumb to a hate-fuck session. It thrills her but I continue to stand my ground. Eventually, I do lose my restraint but not over the thought of hazy, hot, angry sex.
I let a name slip.
"Tutoring session my ass, I bet you were just fucking Bachmeir."
She hesitates for a second, stunned that I remember that name so clearly. Of course I do. Luka plays it safe, careful to not reveal what I already know. I pretend I don't.
"That is none of your business."
"Oh, it is. I'm basically her aren't I? Some girl you "tutor" when really you're just eating her out behind closed doors."
"Oh, please. I was never that generous with her. You should be lucky I even let you get a taste of me."
An unsettling image suddenly comes into mind, Lily and Luka, fucking so mercilessly. Holy shit, it hurts. I can't take it anymore. And as a result, I make a fatal mistake.
"I bet she was good. Lilian Bachmeir does have a reputation."
Luka stiffens.
I got her. And I can't help but prolong her priceless reaction.
"Oh, my bad, I meant Lily Masuda."
"How the fuck do you know that?"
At that point, I'm not too sure what I intended to do anymore. Corner Luka or piss off Luka, either way, it's not looking as satisfying as I thought it would be. It's then that I realize I just ruined a friendship, one that is already on the line after breaking a promise. This is a definite end to it, I'm sure. That is, if Lily knows anything about it.
I'm desperate to keep Luka silent. My instincts start to kick in.
"If you want me to keep my mouth shut about you both…"
Shit.
Am I really threatening Luka Megurine right now?
-then you better…you better…"
"Better what?"
She steps closer. I gulp.
"Better…"
A sudden force and then I find myself pinned; arms above my head, hands balled up, gripped and locked by Luka as she hovers above me.
"What do you know?"
The tables have turned. Even so, I manage to show a strand of control.
"Nothing."
"I swear Miku, if you don't fucking tell me…."
"I can't say."
"Miku."
A cold and deadly warning, I find it difficult to move. Luka's eyes burn, turquoise fusing with hints of crimson, it freezes me solid at the sight. And it serves as an advantage to her next move.
Luka's doesn't hesitate to punish me with her worst. She spreads my legs, hand viciously intruding my core with a quick and harsh rhythm. I hiss at this, gasp and writher as I struggle to voice my thoughts.
"W-what are you gonna do?" I pant, "Make me c-come to death?"
Her fingers slide with ease. I flinch at the sound of my own wetness.
"I wasn't planning on letting you come," Luka says.
My body stiffens before acting on its own accord. I brace myself, not entirely sure of what to expect. All I know is that Luka wants me to suffer.
And I do.
My god, I do.
The first five minutes, I convince myself I can take it. Ten minutes pass. Then twelve, eighteen, twenty-five, but by thirty, I'm burning to the core.
I cry and moan, hips rolling, mind so focused on one little spot, that one excruciatingly torturous spot BEGGING to be touched. All the while, Luka smirks, watching me writhe and cry so desperately.
At one point, I try to hold my breath, hoping I'll pass out. Luka doesn't allow it though. She makes sure I experience this to the fullest extent.
"Are you going to be a good girl now?" she whispers.
I struggle to answer, ragged breaths preventing me from forming any words. So I nod instead, a sight that Luka smiles to.
"Good girl."
Her hand remains wet and smothered in my heat. I'm exhausted; shaking with terrible need to release, body twitching as she teases my clit. I bite my lip, hips roll to her touch, hands digging deep into the mattress.
"What do you know?" she asks.
She's far more generous this time with gentle touches and a soft tone.
"Tell me."
I could just confess. Throw Lily under the bus and enjoy sweet almighty release. Something doesn't let me though. The last remnants of my dignity just won't let me. And for that, it only gets worse. So bad that I even start to cry.
"L-Luka…"
She hesitates, her fingers suddenly halting for a second or two but she goes back into it; bringing me to the edge only to pull back with vicious force.
"Luka…please…"
She suddenly whimpers, a hopeful sign that she'll give in to my pleas. But my hope is quick to falter. Another round, another moment of pain and pleasure, I've reached my limit by then.
And with that, I can't help but utter the only words I can think of. A simple reminder of why this all started. How something so innocent came to be like this.
"I like you."
And then she stops.
She stares at me, eyes wide before suddenly tearing herself away. I gasp from the loss of her contact, body still aching for her touch yet all the while, scared. And for a moment, we just look back at each other, expressions morphing from shock to confusion until, finally, frustration.
"Dammit."
We both say it. For me, more out of desperation than anger as Luka is expressing. Although, I would say it's more out of disappointment than anything else.
After that, she strangely dismisses it all. Our argument, my need for release, all of it, she simply brushes it off.
It never happened.
"I can give you a ride home."
My mouth drops, anger rising as I watch her gather her things. Her keys, her damn jacket, all the while I continue to stare at her.
I want to say something, anything. Mostly insults come into mind but out of all there is one question, one that I know I am too familiar with expressing with her.
"Are you fucking kidding me?!"
There is one simple way to put Luka.
Mind-fuck.
That's all, really.
"You can't just do that!"
She rolls her eyes, an expression that ten-folds my current frustration.
"Dammit, Luka!"
"Can you keep it down?"
"Can I what?!"
"Shhh."
I'm getting a headache, more so from the aching need between my legs. I'm pissed, horny, and downright tired. Not to mention a great lack of patience as well.
"You can't just fucking do that!"
"Do what?"
Oh.
My.
God.
That's it.
So what if I'm horny. So what if my clit is aching with overbearing need, so what if Luka is acting like the biggest dumbass in the world?
So FUCKING WHAT?
I'm done.
I gather my things, finally obliging to Luka's request. Even so, she starts to seem like she wants me to stay.
"Wait…Miku…"
No. Fuck this. That's it. I'm leaving.
"Take me home. Shut up. I don't have time for this shit," I say.
She shuts her mouth, sighing as she complies.
"Alright."
I don't bother with good bye. Not that I have the chance to say it anyway. Luka's father has suddenly disappeared. My best guess is that he really took his daughter's advice. And despite that it was her suggestion in the first place, Luka is not happy about it.
"What do you mean 'something came up'? You were JUST here!"
We were in the car, in the midst of my ride home.
"I know but you really think I meant it?"
Apparently Luka didn't mean it. A typical mind-game result of hers.
"God, daddy, you're so dense!"
She cuts him off, quickly and irritatingly. Suddenly, she revs the engine and we're going so fast, I almost vomit then and there.
Luka hardly pays mind to anything or anyone on the road. She's just as bad as any cocky, ignorant, driver. She swerves in lanes, speeds, cuts between cars, AND she has the music to the limited high volume, the bass blasting, and stereo vibrating from Frank Ocean's 'Super Rich Kids'.
All the while, her life described in the lyrics of such a song.
Too many joy rides in daddy's jaguar
Too many white lies and white lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
Coinicedental, I think not.
My father may have met his match in reckless driving. I've lost count of how many times I've held my breath so far. Every time Luka approaches a yellow light, you'd think she won't make it. But she's driving a grand tourer, the Megurine SJ-100, capable of 0-60 mph sprint in just 2.6 seconds. So, naturally, she does cross the intersection in time, just enough to piss off anyone about to make a left turn before her. And scare the living crap out of them.
Poor Camry almost didn't make it. Meanwhile, Luka just laughs.
"Pussy," she mutters.
She's no better than a douchebag on the road. Actually, she IS the douchebag on the road.
As soon as I walk out of Luka's car, I almost hurl. The speed drove me to sickness. No pun intended. It's just the way I really feel.
The plan was no acknowledgment for Luka or her driving, just straight home. But she beats me to it and tries to help me up.
"Don't touch me," I mumble.
"Don't be like that," Luka adds, "It's the least I can do."
"No, the least you can do is get me off," I hiss.
She knows is, I know it, it's not cool that she's leaving me in such a state. But she has a reason.
"You could have just told me what you know."
Of course she hadn't let that go. I slipped. I fucked up. And now I have to deal it.
"I don't know anything," I say.
"Bollocks, how else would you know about Bachmier?"
"Well, when you google a name, a lot of connections pop up."
"Don't you fucking lie to me."
I stiffen. I've set her off.
"There's no other way you would know Lilian Bachmier changed her name to Lily Masuda. She told you. I know that because that information is illegal to obtain unless you're a Bachmier yourself. I'm not stupid enough to let you pass as her relative and I am certainly not stupid enough to believe that you just fucking googled it."
Court issued information. My eyes widen I've let something so confidential slip. It almost makes me want to slap Lily for even sharing. Now, all I can do is own up as I usually can do. But this time, it's not so easy when Luka Megurine is ready to tear me a new one.
"Listen, I'll admit that I-
"Miku Hatsune!"
Oh dear god and all that is pure.
Miki.
She's running to me, waving, panting like crazy. My best friend, my savior, she's here. And she definitely makes her presence known.
"Where the fuck have you been?!"
Great.
First, Luka and now Miki wants to tear me a new one. I swear I'm going to have three assholes by today.
"I've called you like fifty times last night, twenty this morning, and texted you about thirty fucking times! Do you any idea how hard it was to lie to your dad when I don't know shit about where you are?! If he asks, you rode Space Mountain and fucking LOVED it."
"But I hate Space Mountain," I meekly reply.
"Last night you didn't!"
"Do I really have to listen to this?"
We're both startled when Luka cuts us off. Her strict tone remains, eyes still dark and menacing before me. Even Miki notices. And as curious as she is, she doesn't hesitate to ask.
"I'm getting a really bad vibe here, something happen?"
I'm getting nervous just waiting for Luka's answer.
"Actually, yes, would you mind? It's rather private."
Miki steps back, more so from shock than intimidation as Luka expected. Any logical person would oblige but Miki isn't easy to dismiss.
"I'm sorry but I don't think you know how worried I've been since last night. See, I'm her best friend. I have to know these things so I'm not just going to-
"I don't care who you are."
Snap.
That's all I hear.
Snap.
"Oh my god," Miki scoffs, "You really ARE a bitch. That's it, I'm totally unfollowing you."
Luka rolls her eyes. And just to emphasize her point, Miki pulls out her phone and does the task before her.
"See? There, I just did it. Now you won't be able to see any pics of Miku. Good luck. She doesn't even have social media. I was the closest thing!"
"Oh, poor me," Luka sighs, "Really, this your way of trying to offend me?"
Miki laughs.
"Honey, I don't have to try. Just standing here should irk you. I mean more to Miku than you ever will you sad excuse for a cheap fu-
"I wouldn't finish that sentence if I were you."
My first love and my…well, I don't really know what Luka is rather than my first time. Either way, both are influential in the love life sense. And now they're toe to toe, murderous gazes as they lock eyes.
Seconds tick by all the while I continue to choke on the words I'm struggling to form.
'This is stupid. Relax, guys.'
And just when I'm almost there, just when I muster up the courage to offer peace, Miki breaks any hope in doing so.
"FUCK."
Harsh, loud, and clear, is how Miki delivers the final blow. And while I can't help but stare in utter devastation, Luka continues her cold-gaze.
Finally, she moves.
Luka doesn't bother with a response. She just walks away, gets into her car, and drives away. Yet, judging by the harsh shift in gears, the engine roaring, and tries screeching as she speeds, I can tell she's pissed. Miki, on the other hand, takes it rather lightly.
"Well, she took that pretty well," she says.
I watch an empty street until Miki drags me away.