Chapter Summary: Something about Yoh drew her into this mess in the first place. And she's determined to find out how far he's willing to go.
They said mindfulness was one of his strongest suits. Then came this girl named, Anna, who'll prove them otherwise.
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TEACH ME HOW TO LIVE - Chapter 2: Second Base
ANNA
God, this must be the longest fifty minutes in my life.
Why, oh, why?
I've only done it once.
How is it, that the first time I'd decided to agree to a one-night stand—or sex by itself for that matter— I couldn't even remember a single, damn, thing; and now the universe is telling me that I've done it with someone much older, and with my now teacher, no less?
Oh, Anna, since when did you start making irreversible, poor, life choices? Out of all the people you could've given your virginity to, you chose that… guy?
My mind went blank after I stole a glance at the said culprit.
He currently has his back against the class as he carried on with the lesson (while my female classmates drooled over him). His deep and reassuring masculine voice was a hypnotizing lullaby, and I imagine that his towering height would make any girl melt in his embrace.
And that smile.
Ugh! That annoying but at the same time charming, lazy, smile!
It makes me want to slap his face just to rid him off of that stupid smile, but I guess I didn't want to get expelled… yet. I need a better reason than that.
Okay, maybe he's not too bad.
I did another glance at his biceps that rippled against his white shirt as he wrote something on the board.
Nope. Not bad at all.
No, no, no! Focus, Anna! Focus!
I'm supposed to be devising my plan B on how to escape this mess. In fact, I might as well think up to plan Z!
Also, it's more infuriating that the bastard doesn't even seem to remember me. He just barged in and went on with his nonchalant demeanour the whole time he ran the class, and he didn't even glance at my direction the whole time.
Does he really have no clue, or was he trying to avoid a confrontation with the women he sleeps with?
Like, am I that boring and 'forgettable'? Didn't I do a good job? Was the blowjob I gave him not satisfying enough?
Wait, did I even give him a blowjob?
Aaargh! Why can't I remember the interesting bits except for his face and well, his abs?
Touching me down there was one thing, but planting kisses and nibbling on my panties until they slid off from my legs was the end of me. And by the time he stared at my vagina like a lion hungry for his prey, I was already dripping and so ready for him, his penis could just slide inside me without any discrepancies.
But he didn't.
Instead, I felt his treacherous tongue playing with me, teasing every crevice of my womanhood. He repeatedly licked me clean, tasting every single drop of my juices while making me yield even more.
Right when I can feel the tension building, the blood pooling to my sex like a riptide, he inserted one— two fingers in my vagina, hooking and teasing my sensitive spot inside me over and over again, as if urging me to let it go and just come.
And I did.
As explosive as I could ever imagine it to be, I experienced my very first orgasm given to me by someone other than myself, and it felt out of this world.
I laid there catching my breath.
"What the hell was that?" I nearly jolted out of my seat.
"What was what?" Welcomed with a pair of pretty mauve eyes, that were Tamao's, I tried my best to re-orient myself to reality— us still being in the same classroom since almost an hour ago.
The school bell rang, and it was honestly the best thing that ever happened to me today…
Or not.
"Class don't forget to bring your instruments tomorrow. Stay safe." Our teacher reminded everyone as we all got up to leave.
"Yes, Asakura-sensei," said everyone, with the ladies being extra enthusiastic.
"Oh, and Ms. Kyouyama?"
I literally wanted Earth to just swallow me when I heard him call my name.
"Could you please stay a minute? I… there's something I need to discuss with you." His eyes met mine in an odd, but peaceful understanding.
Some of my classmates halted their movements to hear the whole reason for the teacher's random offer. "I mean, as the president of the Student Council," he added as he chuckled nervously.
Something told me that was a lie.
Unexpectedly enough, that erased people's suspicions and they went on with their lives.
"Anna, I'll see you at the café?" Tamao asked with worry painted on her face whilst I simply nodded in return to reassure her.
I walked towards the guy's— Mr. Asakura's— desk and noticed that he has a neutral expression while he waited for Tamao, being the last person to leave, to fully shut the door.
A few seconds later, still without uttering a word after we were completely alone in the room, my impatience got the better of me and I opened my mouth to speak but he beat me to it.
"Please don't tell anyone."
I shot him a drastic stare. "So, you do remember!"
In a flash, I saw him become stuck in a daze as he gulped slowly, but he was suddenly struck with panic, causing him to silence me by unexpectedly putting his hand over my mouth. My eyes widened like saucers in shock at the contact, and much more when my back hit the whiteboard.
He managed to fling me around his table without hurting me, as if my weight didn't matter.
His presence was overwhelming— exciting, even. And there's this thing about his musky scent and intense gaze that ignited an unexplainable heat within me… and between my legs.
My eyes dropped as I felt his hand resting at the small of my back, but he immediately apologized and removed it when he saw my reaction.
"I'll remove my hand from your mouth if you promise not to make a scene." He whispered, hot breath against my face. I rolled my eyes in return.
"Kyouyama-san… please?"
Was he really pleading for this?
I still didn't answer, but he probably saw my gaze soften and my body relaxing against his hold. Eventually, he took his palm—that covered almost half of my face— off.
Our eyes continued in their interlocked states, and neither of us made a move to break it.
"Fine. Tell me what you want." He was the first to yield with a heavy sigh. My unwavering stare must've aggravated his nerves. "I promise to give you whatever you ask for just—" He buried his face in his hands with a deep breath before staring back at me once again. "Don't report me."
My face finally lightened. "And what will I get in return for doing that?"
"Anything. Just say the word."
Now smirking, the once innocent tone I used turned mischievous.
"Well then…" I started, poking my right index finger towards his chest as I advanced towards him, chin up, not to break eye contact. Despite the big difference in our heights, I effectively got him slowly backing away as I continued my movements. I only stopped when his shins hit his chair which forced him to sit down.
Settling my knee on the space between his crotch, enabling me to lean forward further, I whispered the conditions for my end of the bargain. I knew he perfectly understood my requests due to the bewildered reaction that creeped onto his face, but then again, I caught him doing a more unforgivable thing— hungrily staring at my exposed cleavage while biting his lip.
What a pervert!
Of course, I did what I had to do.
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YOH
"So, let me get this straight… two weeks ago and for the first time in your life, ever, you brought a girl home from the club without even fact checking first if she's a minor or not. Then, you ended up having sex. And theeen, it turns out that she's your student who's still in high school. And nooow, said student asked your help to look for a suitable date for herself. And last but not the least, you ended up being conquered by your perverted thoughts… hence that slap mark on your cheek?" My friend, Tao Ren, summarized as he chewed a dumpling inside his mouth.
He said his interpretations with such irritating confidence that even I wanted to screw his handsome and youthful face. I would've, mind you, if only I wasn't distracted with the burning pain on my cheek courtesy of Kyouyama-san's powerful slap.
"But I didn't fuck her!"
Shit.
Judging by the look on everyone's faces—including my other friend, Lyserg Deithyl's audible scandalized British gasp— I must've reacted far too louder than I usually do. I cleared my throat to gather my thoughts. "I mean, I think she's attractive, and yes, we got into ' second base,' but that's gotta be less incriminating for me, right? Right?" I had to clarify with the way my companions were leering at me.
It's only Monday eve but we're all chilling together at the mini onsen located at my place's backyard, after I called for what I labelled as an 'emergency assembly'. We all have work tomorrow morning, but of course, these guys wouldn't refuse free food and booze. Moments like this are the very same reason why I chose to rent a house this big in the heart of Funbari even if I intended to live alone at first, but more of that later on.
Anxiety was starting to eat me alive.
" Whoah! Wa—wa—wait! Is Boss Yoh reacting violently 'cause of what Ren said or 'cause you didn't get to have sex with the said goddess?" Umemiya Ryunosuke commented as he puffed on his cigarette.
"Or both? Hahahahahahahaha!" Usui Horokeu— 'Horo Horo' for short, added to the flame, before the two laughed like stoned Hyenas. They're both already drunk as day.
When the laughter and ridiculing died down, Chocolove McDonell, my American friend who's visiting Japan for the next three months, placed his glass of beer on the table and stared into my eyes seriously before deciding to speak. "But you know Yoh, are you really sure she at least turned eighteen? 'Cause if not, you're in deep shit, my friend."
Seeing Chocolove this serious made my gut churn. "Well, you'd have to be at least eighteen to enter the club ri—?"
Why did they all just simultaneously slap their foreheads?
"I'm sorry, but how many of us here had our fake I.D.'s back then?" The sarcasm in Ren's voice was way over the roof.
Everybody slowly raised their hands.
"Yeah, I even had three." Lyserg mumbled to himself, and it was our turn to gasp indignantly. "With different addresses, you know?" He tried to clarify but the others were already drunk judging him in their heads.
"Well then, that's it. Just hand your resignation then." Another voice interrupted from the corner. We all tuned our heads to glance at Asakura Hao, my twin brother, who's smoking his cigarette while quietly lounging in the water.
" What!?" Did I just overreact again?
My older-by-two-minutes brother could only flash me a mundane stare.
"What do you mean 'what?' Seriously, Yoh. I hope you're realising how you're oddly getting all worked-up for this. And by the looks of it, I can tell that this woman's middle name is 't-r-o-u-b-l-e'. You might've avoided—well— 'self-incriminating' evidence, as you've put it, but it sounds as if you'll hardly have enough strength to do so next time."
He carried on when no one dared to interrupt. "It's either continue putting yourself through hell by teaching at a school with a woman you can't touch, or get out from there then fuck her later."
Hao smirked as he got up from the onsen butt naked, grabbing the towel from the nearby rack. Halfway through, he paused and turned directly towards me while the rest of us just had our mouths hanging open.
"Can't choose? Well then I suggest, nip things from the bud as early as now… before you end up completely nipping 'her bud' in the wrong place, and at the wrong time ." The jerk just casually walked off.
I tried my hardest not to roll my eyes at his perverted pun.
My friends all kept silent after my twin's exit. I gotta admit— aside from his talent in dealing with the opposite sex, he has a knack for nailing dramatic entrances—or in this case— exits.
Feeling an insurmountable amount of annoyance towards, Hao, I managed to keep my mouth shut. We all know that he's the type who always gets the last word to every argument, but boy, he does get into me nerves sometimes.
I just got pretty good at hiding it.
And how dare he encourage me into quitting my job after I fought valiantly against my colleagues, and even my own family for it? He— of all the people—knows of what I had to endure just to get to where I am right now; but now I'm supposed to give everything up—turn everything into dust—just because of a woman?
How infantilizing.
My mind unconsciously wandered off to Anna— I mean Ms. Kyouyama.
Since when did we get to first-name basis?
A smile crept onto my lips.
No, we haven't.
Weird, how even my brain automatically relaxes whenever I think about her.
Those silky golden locks that crowned her head with glory. Her perfectly curled out, fluttery lashes. Her supple lips and tainted cheeks. The way she made those sounds of ecstasy—
" Yoh!" The lovely sounds in my head were replaced by Horo Horo's screeches, only to find myself clutching the wet towel in my hand all too hard. "You're spacing out again, man. Come on."
Damn, what is happening to me?
"Oops, sorry. Was just thinking about dinner." I chuckled as I muttered a blatant lie.
Well, not that I won't consider the blonde as food— come on, Yoh! Focus!
My friends decided it was time to leave the onsen to prepare for dinner.
Lyserg gave me a pat on the back before he got up. "I rarely agree with Hao's advice, especially about women, but this time I think it's quite logical. Think about it, Yoh." He flashed a small smile as he walked off, leaving me to wrinkle alone in the middle of the water.
And even though I hate to admit it, Hao's words did make sense.
Sooner or later, I would have to do something about this woman who's starting to haunt me alive.
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A/N: Yes, yes, I know, I'm late. But now I'm starting to get back into it after my long ass holiday, so please be patient with my old rusty bum. Thank you for your continued support! Show me some love!;3
FFnet Edit: Many thanks to a-paradigm for the review. I went blushy blushy after I read a review coming from you. I love your SK fics so much! Here's chappie 2 for you.;)