Haruhi was panicking. Why did the killer have Tamaki's phone? Did he do something to Tamaki..? Did he kill him? No, no he couldn't be dead. The killer enjoyed torturing Haruhi, but he must know that this would've been too far for her. He liked a slow burn, and it was too early for him to kill Tamaki. He would want her to be there to watch, there had to be another reason why he had his phone. With all the scenarios that were playing in, her panic turned into anger.

"I swear to god if you did anything to Tamaki I will-"

"You will what?" The killer sniggered over the phone. "You're so cute that you think you can take me. Remember the last two times? If I hadn't been so nice you would've been dead back at Yamato's apartment."

Haruhi clenched her teeth as her anger rose. She hated to admit it, but he was right. What was she going to do? If she did try and attack him, he could easily throw her off and kill her. Even after self-defense classes, she was only trained enough to use the new moves she learned if she needed to escape. She looked over at Hikaru and Kaoru, who were avidly listening to the phone call. Worry was clear on their faces as they hoped that nothing had happened to their friend.

"I'm actually here to give you a warning. Call it a reward for being able to get away from me twice. No one has been able to do that. Congratulations."

A warning? What was he talking about? Why would the killer who was after her want to give her a warning? Unless it was some type of trick he was doing to try and get her guard down. Was there another person after her and the killer wanted to warn her so he could be the one to kill her? She had no idea why he was now trying to help her. She knew he was most likely trying to get in her head.

"A warning about what?" She asked. Even though curiosity usually killed the cat, she had to know what the warning was about.

"You're probably wondering how I was able to get your 'beloved's' phone, don't you? Don't worry, he's not dead. However, after what I tell you, you might want him to be, and I'll be happy to be the one to do it."

"What do you mean by that?" Haruhi couldn't help herself asking questions. She was relieved that Tamaki was alive, but she wanted to make sure he was safe, she also wanted to know what the killer meant that she would want Tamaki dead. There was nothing he could do to make her ever want that.

"You know how he rained check on your guys' little date because he said he had a meeting with his father?"

Hikaru and Kaoru looked at each other and then at Haruhi in horror. Hikaru mouthed, "How did the killer know that?"

But Haruhi knew that the killer knew almost everything she did. He probably somehow wired her phone to listen in on her calls or some stalker shit like that. She might have Kyoya see if it was possible and check her phone and apartment to make sure the killer hasn't set anything up.

"Yes," Haruhi just gave a straight, harsh answer.

"Aww, don't be mean to me. I'm only just trying to be nice to my favorite person." The killer chuckled.

"Just tell me! I'm tired of your shit!"

The twins and even the killer over the phone seemed shocked by Haruhi's tone. She could handle the killer messing with her, but when she was messing with people she loved, she wouldn't tolerate it.

"Wow, don't be such a grouch." The killer muttered, annoyed that she wouldn't play his usual games with him. "Anyways, your charming hunk of a man is at the hotel, but he's not with his father. Do you know of a girl named Megumi Kanoya?"

Haruhi's face dropped by hearing Megumi's name. What did she have anything to do with Tamaki, and why was she at his family hotel with him? Her family wasn't in the hotel business, maybe it was because her father was a chef and they were looking into hiring him at their hotel. There would be no other reason why she would be there. Haruhi wasn't a jealous person, far from it, but there was only one girl that she felt threatened by and it was Megumi. Everyone told her that Megumi was Tamaki's dream girl, or as the twins put it in high school, the dream Haruhi Tamaki always wanted. But Megumi had her chance and Tamaki chose Haruhi, but there was always a hint in Haruhi's mind to be wary of her whenever Megumi was around Tamaki.

"Wh…What about her?" Haruhi couldn't stop her voice from stuttering, and the killer noticed.

He snickered at her nerves. "I hate to break it to you honey, but your man isn't the charming prince you think he is. He's actually the lowest of the low. It's all just a facade that he's been tricking you with this whole time."

"No…" Haruhi's voice began trembling. The killer had to be lying. There was no way Tamaki would do this to her, not after being together for so long.

"Yes…" The killer mocked Haruhi's tone and laughed again. "As we are speaking right now, you're boyfriend is in a hotel room with Megumi getting it on."

"You're lying!" Haruhi shouted in denial. She didn't care if her neighbors could hear her, she was not going to let the killer lie to her. He was just trying to get under her skin, to provoke her. To hurt her so she'll be weak. An easier victim.

"Oh really?" There was the sound of rustling on the other side of the phone as if the killer was retrieving something from inside a bag. "I've been called many things," Suddenly a message was sent to Haruhi from Tamaki's phone, with multiple photos. Haruhi clicked on it and she felt her blood grow cold as she saw the first one of what looked like a man of Tamaki's stature and a woman in a hotel room together, their lips just inches apart. She then swiped through more of them, quickly as if they were a slide show playing the entire event out in front of her. With each few photos, it was getting more and more intense. It went from them kissing, to taking off their clothes. To them beginning to pleasure each other. The pictures were taken in a different building across the hotel but had the perfect view of the "couple" from their uncovered windows. Even with this, Haruhi wasn't fully convinced that this could be Tamaki and Megumi. It was dark in the room they were in, and while the camera had great night vision, it still couldn't prove that it was them. However, as if the killer knew Haruhi would still deny it, he sent a video as well. The video was filmed from inside the room where it was clear as day that it was Tamaki and Megumi. He was carrying her to the bed, her arms and legs wrapped around Tamaki. He couldn't see Tamaki's face but could tell it was him from his blonde hair, but she could see Megumi's. Her eyes were closed, and it looked as if she was kissing the man carrying her. Haruhi was now terrified. With a shaky hand, she hovered her thumb over the video and clicked play.

…

Nine hours earlier

Megumi finished setting up the laptop in her room to make it face the bed and made sure that the video was working. She couldn't believe that she was doing this, but the killer instructed her with a plan he wanted. The killer didn't care how she did it, but he wanted evidence of Tamaki being unfaithful to Haruhi. Tamaki was a faithful man, so it would be difficult to get him to just follow her to her hotel room. She either would have to work the little magic that she had or do the other options that the killer suggested. She could either get him drunk…or drug him. She leaned forward and clutched onto the top rail of the chair as she took in a few deep breaths to try and calm herself down. What was she thinking? What she was doing was downright illegal. If she was caught she could go to jail, and there was no evidence that the killer was involved, so she would be the only one charged. Her family would never forgive her.

She looked over at the small bag of white powder on the desk in front of her. The killer had provided her ketamin like he promised her. He left it in her mailbox for her to find this morning. This was a last resort. If she couldn't get him to bed her by the end of the night, she would have to use this, or her family would be in danger. She took in a deep breath to try and calm herself down and straightened up. Straightening her white cape sleeve ruched midi dress and looked at the clock. It was five-thirty. Tamaki should be downstairs any minute. With one last shake to get the nerves out, she grabbed the bag and hid it in her top before heading downstairs into the lobby. The lobby was fairly packed with people checking in to spend the weekend at a five-star hotel or to enjoy the food and drinks that were provided. Megumi knew she wouldn't be able to stomach anything with all the nerves she had, but she could use a drink. She took a seat at the bar while she waited for Tamaki and asked the bartender for a line of shots.

The bartender commented on her choice of drinks, but she couldn't hear him because she was too anxious. She just hoped that getting some alcohol in her system would make everything easier. As the bartender prepared her shots, she looked at her reflection on the granite countertop. She looked beautiful with her hair up in a messy updo and her makeup that she had professionally done for tonight. If this was a different circumstance, she would be nervous from excitement to show her date how she looked, but all she wanted to do was go home.

Once her shots were given to her, she wasted no time downing all three of them with no chasers before asking for another round. The bartender, who was shocked that a girl like her could easily down those so easily, did as she asked, and refilled her glasses. Once she was finished with those, she just waited. She scrolled through her phone to try and get time to pass by quicker and clicked her white block-heel shoes against the barstool. It took a while, but the six shots she had just had seemed to start to affect her and her and she felt herself begin to grow tipsy. But not tipsy enough to forget about the situation she got herself in.

A text message was then sent to her from a random number, but she already knew who it was.

"Look sharp. He's coming in."

Megumi sat up straight and looked towards the entrance of the hotel and her jaw almost dropped at the sight of Tamaki as he entered the hotel. He was dressed in a pressed grey suit with a matching tie and white button-down shirt. His blonde hair was parted neatly to the right and was out of his face to show off his beauty. If this was any other day, Megumi would be like most of the women in this lobby and just stare at him all day as she drooled over how handsome, but she had a mission to do.

Tamaki looked at his watch and began scanning around the lobby for his father, who Megumi knew wasn't going to show up. There was no meeting. Tamaki's dad was still in France and he wasn't even the one who called Tamaki to the hotel. It was the killer with a voice changer. The only meeting Tamaki had was with Megumi.

Tamaki's eyes seemed to land on Megumi for a second before looking away, but they immediately went back to her. His brows raised in shock, and Megumi had to try her hardest to keep eye contact with him, silently telling him to come over to the bar. He seemed to understand what she was saying and headed over, but halfway towards her, his expression seemed to change a bit. He still seemed surprised to see her, but there was a hint of disappointment, and she thought she knew why. He probably thought Megumi was Haruhi for a split second and was excited to see her, but as he grew closer to her he realized it wasn't her. Instead of feeling hurt like she usually would've, she felt angry. It might've been the alcohol talking, but she was more motivated than ever to get him. She wanted to be the one Tamaki was excited to see, not Haruhi. After tonight, she wanted him to be disappointed when he looked at Haruhi because she wasn't Megumi.

"Megumi Kanyoa is that you?" Tamaki asked as he approached her at the bar.

Megumi smiled at him. "Yes, it is. It's so nice to see you, Tamaki."

"It's nice to see you too." He looked Megumi up and down. Not in a flirtatious or lustful way, but as if he was looking at a work of art. But not even close to how he would look at Haruhi. "Wow, you look amazing."

"You don't look too bad yourself." She patted the open seat next to her. "Care to sit down for a bit?"

Tamaki looked around the lobby again before looking back down at his watch. "Ehh, I don't know. I'm supposed to meet with my dad for a meeting. He should be here soon."

Megumi quickly grabbed her phone and texted the killer before putting her phone back down. "Well, you can just keep me company while you wait for him. I'd love to catch up with you."

"I guess that should be fine." He took the seat next to Megumi and smiled at her. The beautiful smile that she had fallen for all those years ago.

"So, what's new with you? Anything exciting happening?" Megumi asked.

"Umm, I wouldn't say exciting, but more stressful than anything else." Tamaki sighed. "You've probably heard about the killer and how he's been after Haruhi."

"Yeah, I'm real sorry about that. I can't imagine what you guys are going through."

"Yeah, it's been tough on her. Kyoya's police force is trying everything they can to find out who the killer is, but he's good at hiding his trail. He plans things far in advance so everything works out for him. I mean, how else would he be able to hack into security systems, or clean the knives out of a restaurant kitchen? This man is insane."

Megumi knew exactly what he was talking about. She didn't want to applaud the killer on anything, but planning all his attacks out was brilliant of him. That's what makes him more terrifying as well.

She needed to drag the topic away from Haruhi, but Tamaki was not relaxing because he still thought he had a meeting with his father. Megumi had texted the killer that Tamaki was seated next to her, but he was taking his sweet-ass time calling Tamaki. He was the one who wanted this, so she didn't know why he's been lagging on his replies all day.

As if the killer could hear her complaints, Tamaki's phone buzzed in his inner blazer pocket. He pulled out his phone. It was an unknown number, and even though those were untrustworthy nowadays, Tamaki still answered it.

"Hello?" He greeted. He listened to the other person on the line for a few minutes and Megumi noticed his mouth turn down into a frown. He leaned on the bar counter and rubbed his temples as the person kept talking, and Megumi could hear a feminine voice over his phone apologizing. "It's quite alright, thank you for letting me know."

He hung up the phone and let out a frustrated sigh.

"What's wrong?" Megumi asked innocently.

"That was my father's secretary, she just called me to say that my father's client had canceled the meeting last minute. If only I knew this earlier, then I wouldn't have to cancel the date I had with Haruhi." He looked at his watch and let out another sigh. "Traffic is going to be terrible going back home, but if I call my drive now I might be able to get home by eight."

Megumi's eyes grew wide when she saw Tamaki start to get up. "Wait!"

Tamaki, and multiple other people around them, looked over at her by her sudden outburst. She felt her face heat up from the embarrassment. She didn't mean to be that loud, but she couldn't let him leave. If the killer saw Tamaki leave the hotel, the plan would fail and her father's life would be at stake.

She cleared her throat and gave him a sweet smile. "Why don't you sit with me and have a drink since you're free."

"Ehh, I don't know…"

"Come on, we have to catch up. We haven't really talked to each other since high school." She waved the bartender over to get them both a drink. "I won't take too much of your time."

He looked at her, then back at his watch. He really didn't want to sit in traffic for two hours, so maybe he would stay until rush hour was over. "I guess a drink or two wouldn't hurt."

"That's the spirit." Her grin widened as he sat back down next to her.

Her phone buzzed again and it was the same unknown number.

"Good, keep it up. Try to get him up in your room no later than eight. He'll probably try to leave by then if you don't."

Shit, Megumi knew she had a time limit, but she didn't think it would be only two hours. But she could do this. She could bed Tamaki in two hours, right? He might have denied her once in high school, but that was because he was in a dilemma with his feelings for Haruhi. The killer and the former Host Club have even told her that she was Tamaki's ideal woman, and she was going to prove that tonight.

"So, how is your father doing?" Tamakai asked once their drinks arrived. "I know the last time we spoke your parents were going through a messy divorce. Has anything lightened up between them in the past few years?"

Megumi sadly shook her head. "No, it's actually gotten worse."

"Oh, I'm so sorry."

"It's fine." She tucked a stray hair behind her ear. "My grandparents are still not a fan of my dad, and even though when we last spoke my parents seemed to be on better terms, my grandparents threatened to kick my mother out of the family if she refused to divorce him. With all the stress and fear of losing everything she had worked so hard for, she began resenting my father for causing this drift in our family. I know she doesn't hate him, and she misses him, but if she loses my grandparent's approval she'll have nothing. It would be hard to live on his income alone. Even if he's a high-end chef."

"I exactly understand where you're coming from." Tamaki tried to comfort her. "I was lucky that I was able to change my grandmother's mind about my mother. But for the longest time, she wanted nothing to do with us. She only wanted me to come here and run the company because my father didn't have any other children. She has made it clear to me multiple times that if I had a sibling who wasn't an illegitimate child, they would be the one to take over the company."

"How were you able to change her mind?" Megumi asked, almost in a pleading way. She wanted this feud between her parents to end and they could finally be a happy family again.

Tamaki took a long sip of his drink, a Vulson White Rhino whiskey she had ordered for him. The killer had informed her that was his favorite drink to get at bars. Not only because he liked to consider whiskey as a man's drink, but it was also from France. He said the taste always reminded him of home.

"A lot of patience." Tamaki was honest, and it wasn't the answer Megumi was hoping for. "At first she didn't want to be near me. She had me living in the second estate because she didn't want to be in the same house as a "filthy child." When I finally was able to move into the main estate, she refused to eat with me, to be in the same room with me longer than the time needed…it was hard not to dislike her. I know that most of the Host Club did, but I couldn't find it in myself to. When she was forced to step down from being the matriarch, I did everything in my power to comfort her. To be there for her when she was at her lowest, and I guess that finally wore her down. She even was one of the people to tell me to go see my mom before she flew back to France. Without her consent, I probably wouldn't have gone." He tried to give her an encouraging smile, but Megumi could see that sadness lingering in it. "I'm sure that your grandparents will change their minds about your father one day. It might just take more time. Hell, if my grandmother's mind can change after eighteen years, anyone's can."

Megumi smiled back at him. She knew it was most likely futile, but his words encouraged her. "Yeah, you're right."

They clinked glasses and downed the rest of their drinks. Megumi asked for another round of drinks, and Tamaki said he was fine and would just take a non-alcoholic drink. Megumi began to grow tense. She had to convince Tamaki to drink more, but she didn't want to make it obvious that she intended him to get drunk or he would suspect she was up to something. She still had the drugs on her, but she wanted that to be a last resort for her. She had an idea, but she would have to play it cool so he wouldn't catch her in the act.

She ordered a similar drink to Tamaki, a margarita while Tamaki got a virgin one, and once she started a conversation with him again, she leaned in close to him. Close enough to him that he wouldn't notice that she grabbed his drink instead of hers. They clinked their glasses again and Megumi watched him form the rim of her glass as Tamaki took a sip, praying to God that he wouldn't taste the alcohol. He licked his lips and stared into the glass as if he was inspecting it. However, didn't do anything about it and kept drinking. Megumi let out a small sigh of relief. She thought he had tasted the alcohol, but since he was used to drinking strong liquor he didn't taste it.

Megumi did for the next few rounds with ease. Leaning in as she laughed at something Tamaki had said, pretending to grab a napkin, reaching over to fix a stray hair of his. After four drinks in, Tamaki's eyes were glazed over and his body began to sway in his seat. He was drunk, now here comes the hard part. Trying to get him into bed with her.

He looked over at Megumi and chuckled when he noticed that she still seemed sober. Oh, how she wished she wasn't.

"Geez, how high is your tolerance Megumi?" Tamaki slurred out. "You don't seem drunk at all."

She giggled and waved off the comment. "As a person who's studying culinary, I have had my fair share of alcohol." She lied. "This is nothing."

She heard her phone buzz again and apologized to Tamaki as she looked at it.

"The conversation is nice and all, but hurry the fuck up! You have ten minutes to get him in your room or the deal is off!"

Megumi stared at the messages in horror. Ten minutes to get Tamaki in her bed? She still had at least forty-five minutes left! She hasn't even tried flirting with him yet since she's been using all her time to get him drunk. She looked back over at Tamaki, who was staring at himself in his glass as if he was admiring his beauty within it. She let out a shallow breath and placed her phone back on the bar counter. She could do this. Flirting with him shouldn't be that hard.

She leaned close to him again, putting a hand on his thigh as she whispered, "Have I ever told you how handsome you look tonight?"

Tamaki looked away from his glass and looked down at her, who was giving him her best flirtatious smirk. She hoped she was doing this right, this was her first time making the first move. She read that to get men's attention was to use physical touch and it will tell them that you're interested in him.

"Thank you, I got this new suit a few weeks ago for a date I went on with Haruhi-"

"Shhh," she put her finger to his lips. She didn't want to hear Haruhi's name, not when she was trying to take her boyfriend away from her. "Let's not talk about Haruhi. I want this conversation to just be about the two of us."

"The two of us?"

He narrowed his eyes in confusion at what she was trying to imply, but his drunk mind couldn't fully fathom it.

"Yes," She slowly slid one of her arms to cup his cheek, bringing her face closer to his. "I have a feeling there is more to us than former classmates, and I think you know that too."

He just looked at her, not knowing how to react to her advances. She could see the battle he was having behind his eyes. She knew that his drunken state wanted her, but the loyal boyfriend knew it was wrong. She just had to break him.

However, before she could go any further, Tamaki removed her hand from his face and placed it on her lap. "I'm sorry Megumi, but I can't. I'm a taken man."

"Tamaki…"

"I should go," He squeezed her hand before getting up from his stool.

No, no, no! She couldn't let him leave! She was so close! She couldn't let him walk away or her father would be dead! She needed to bed this man one way or another tonight. It was too late now to use the drugs that the killer had given her, but she had to at least try one last time.

"Wait!"

Megumi grabbed ahold of Tamaki's arm to keep him there, but he just stared down at her with glazed-over eyes. She couldn't let him leave…She didn't want to let him leave. Even just talking with him for these two hours, she knew that he was the one for her. She couldn't lose him again to Haruhi. She needed to show him that she was the girl that he wanted…that he needed. She slowly got up and slid her hand into his, intertwining their fingers together as she leaned her body against his. She felt his breath hitch, but he didn't stop her.

"What does Haruhi have that I don't?" She whispered seductively as she stared up at him with a wanting gaze. She used her free hand to play with his blazer before running her hand up from his abdomen to his chest. His body gave a slight shiver from her touch. "Does she really please you, or do you convince yourself that she does? A little birdy told me that she isn't even the type of woman you want. You just tell yourself that she is the type of woman you always wanted her to be, but face it, Tamaki. She isn't, and she never will be. However," She snaked her arms around his neck, she could hear his breathing begin to quicken as she brought her red lips to his ear. "I'm the girl you've always dreamt of. The girl you always lust for. Let me show you what your dream girl can actually do."

Tamaki took in a few deep breaths to try and steady his breathing. He was wasted, it was obvious, he didn't know what what he was doing was wrong, but she could tell that she was right on the money when she said he wasn't fully satisfied. Even if he wasn't aware of it, the thought was always at the back of his mind, and with him drunk, it was all being pushed forward.

In the most soft, but pleading voice she had ever heard from a man, he said, "Show me."

Megumi smirked and led him from the lobby to the elevator. She was all the way on the fifth floor, and she worried that if nothing happened on the way over to her room, he might change his mind last minute. She wanted to pounce on him like a wild animal, but she was the only one who knew where her room was located, so she could only do the second-best thing she could think of. Once the elevator doors closed, Megumi turned to him in one fluid motion and grabbed ahold of his tie to bring him down to kiss her. This was way out of character for her to be his dominate with a man, but this seemed to be the only way to get Tamaki to be intimate with her. At first, Tamaki didn't seem to react to the kiss and it worried her. She couldn't let him back out now, not when they were so close. However, only a few seconds later, all her worries melted away when he began kissing her back. She snaked her arms back around his neck to not let him escape her grasp, but what he did next shocked her. She let out a small squeak from surprise when she felt him lift her so her legs could be around his waist and pin her to the elevator wall. She couldn't believe that this was actually going to happen. She was going to finally hook up with Tamaki Suoh, and she was going to make sure it was the best fucking experience he would ever have where he will be begging for more.

"What room?" He gasped out the only moment his lips left hers.

"501." She moaned as he began kissing along her neck.

Once the elevator doors opened, Tamaki somehow managed to find her room not breaking their kiss. Inside, Tamaki used his foot to close the door behind them. Before they could even make it to the bedroom, she felt Tamaki begin unzipping the back of her dress. She let the sleeves fall from her shoulder, exposing her bare chest. His lips began trailing from her lips to her now newly exposed skin and she let out a sharp gasp from the new sensation.

"Let me pleasure you." She groaned out breathlessly.

Tamaki nodded and gently let her down where she got onto her knees and began unbuckling his belt. She was new to all of this, the furthest she had gone with another man was making out. She had read on websites and listened to some of her girlfriends talk about how to please a man, but this was her first time doing it. She was self-conscious, but that all melted away when she heard him groan.

"Fuuuu…"

She smiled, feeling a surge of confidence that she had never felt before in her life. Now she got what her friends were talking about. It was amazing watching a man crumbling from the touch of a woman.

Even though she wanted to take him right then and there, she needed to take him to the bedroom. That was where her laptop was. She stood back up, letting her dress fall to the ground to hint to him what she wanted.

"Take me to bed."

Tamaki didn't hesitate and scooped her up and took her through the double doors to the bedroom. He laid her down on the king-sized bed. She was ready to get the remainder of his clothes off, but as she began unbuttoning his shirt, he stopped her. A drunken smirk on his face.

"You were able to please me, love. Now let me do my part."

Megumi let out a breathless moan as Tamaki began planting kisses down her stomach, to her inner thigh and slid her panties off. She felt his cold, but refreshing hands as his hands parted her thighs open wide.

"Tama-?

She was cut off when a wave of immense pleasure came over her and she couldn't help the animal-like noise that came out from her mouth. Oh dear fucking God, this was amazing! No wonder everyone talked about sex like it was the best thing ever because it fucking was, and she was doing it with the man she has had feelings for almost six years. This was the best night of her fucking life!

She moaned and laced her fingers in his hair. Her breathing began turning into pants as the pleasure began to increase with each movement of his tongue. She felt her toes curl, gripping onto the sheets of the bed. Then out of the corner of her eyes, she noticed a flash from coming outside the window. She looked towards it and saw a figure in the distance, accompanied by another flash. They seemed to realize that Megumi was staring at them and they waved before there was another flash. Was the killer taking photos of them?! She agreed only to record a video! She never agreed to having her photos taken of her and Tamaki having sex, but why did it also turn her on even more that she knew the killer was capturing this all on camera? Could it be that a part of her wanted Haruhi to see this and how she was pleasing her boyfriend?

Yes, yes it was.

She arched her back and let out another loud moan as more pleasure soared through her body. She needed him now!

"Tama…please…" She was barely able to get out. "I…need you…"

Tamaki understood what she meant and with one last kiss on her inner thigh, he moved away. She laid there panting, her arm covering her eyes, as she heard the sound of his blazer hitting the floor with a loud thud. She then felt the bed dip from his weight and his presence on top of her. Shit, this was going to happen. This was actually going to fucking happen. She was going to have sex with Tamaki Suoh!

"Do you…um…" He scrunched his face as he tried to think in his drunken state what he was trying to ask for. "Uh…you know…"

She stared at him confused until it clicked in her brain what he was asking for. She nodded and reached over to the nightstand and took one of the few condoms that the killer had gifted her as well. Along with a cheeky note that said,

'Stay safe.'

She gave one of the condoms to Tamaki, who took it from her and opened it. She watched as he slid the condom on and gulped as he crawled back on top of her, positioning in between her legs with his elbows propped on both sides of her head.

This was happening, and there was no turning back now. They stared at each other for a few seconds, their lips barely a few inches apart when Tamaki lowered his lips onto hers. She felt him position himself near her entrance and she cringed. She knew it was going to sting, that's what her friends always told her. It always hurts for the first time, but after a few thrusts, it'll feel amazing.

She felt himself guiding himself in, inch by inch, and Megumi couldn't help but bite down onto his neck so she wouldn't hiss out from the pain. She didn't want to do anything that would make him want to stop, they were already this far. Even though it hurt right now, she could feel the slight pleasure of him being inside her.

His thrusts started slowly, with no real rhythm to them, but as soon as he found one and stuck with it, the pain Megumi was feeling before was now replaced with pure pleasure. Tamaki let out a low groan as began kissing the crook of her neck, making Megumi need him more. She held his head there, gyrating her hips against his, following his motion and begging him for more friction.

This is what she was missing out on. If Tamaki had only realized that Megumi was the right girl for him and not that bitch Haruhi, then she would've had this a long time ago. But Haruhi had to take Tamaki away from her. Now it was Megumi's turn to take him back.

"Tama," she breathed out as she felt his thrusts began to speed up. She wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him deeper, closer…she almost couldn't handle the amount of pleasure she was feeling all at once.

"Megumi…" She heard him whisper out her name, and her eyes widened.

He called out her name. Not Haruhi's while they were having sex like she feared. He knew, even though he was drunk, that he was having sex with her. Just the thought of that brought Megumi to tears, as well as immensely turned her on even more.

"I…I can't last much longer." Tamaki grunted through clenched teeth. "You feel…amazing…way better…"

He didn't need to have to finish that sentence for Megumi to understand and it sent her over the edge. She didn't want him to stop, she wanted them to be this close forever, but her body was too overwhelmed.

"Tamaki!"

With a few more hard thrusts, Megumi let out a loud moan as she climaxed, and with a few more thrusts, Tamaki followed soon after. Slowly, his movements ceased and the room was filled with labored breaths and pants. She looked over Tamaki's shoulder at her laptop, which had recorded the whole thing. She then saw a text message appear on the side of the screen. "Great job, who knew you had it in you? Send me the video once you're done. I'll edit it and send it to Haruhi. Then Tamaki will be all yours."

'All mine?' She thought as she ran her hands through his hair, a huge smile appearing on her lips.

Once Tamaki lifted his head, she cupped his face with her hands before leaning up to kiss him.

'He's all mine.'