Chapter 222: Naughty Girl

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Skip Beat, for if I did, Kuon would totally be a drift king.

"I'm really sorry this is happening to you, Kyoko-san. You just returned home and there's already so much drama going around," Hanami apologized. The rest of their classmates had signed off, but Hanami and Gina stayed on the video call to brainstorm cheer chants. They made pretty good headway and were about to call it a night.

Kyoko sighed. "Thank you, Hanami-san. This is part of the business, right," she smiled defeatedly at her friends.

"Will Tsuruga-san be okay with the rumors," Gina asked curiously. "Is he the jealous type? Will he be mad?"

Kyoko laughed nervously and shook her head.

"He's not going to blame you for this is he?" Hanami exclaimed, her face wrought with concern.

Kyoko's eyes widened and she waved her hands wildly. "Ren-san has been in this business for a long time. He understands and would never blame me. But I can't guarantee Fuwa-san's safety. He'll blame him for it."

Hanami and Gina squealed and giggled in delight, clutching at their hearts.

"I think the next time you see Tsuruga-san you should give him a treat," Gina suggested with a wink.

"Yes," Hanami chimed in. "Wear something sexy. I'd bet he'd forget all about the pesky rumors and maybe you'll do Japan a favor and save Fuwa from imminent death."

"Hanami!" Gina mockingly gasped and scolded her friend for suggesting Kyoko be so risqué. The two giggled conspiratorially while Kyoko outwardly blushed as the idea floated through her mind.

It would be a win-win knowing he would be more than on board. It did wonders for her confidence with how attractive he found her. Kuon had also gotten her hot and bothered when he came to the audition. She wasn't sure if her mindset was healthy, but she wanted to celebrate with him. Normally, her idea of celebrations would involve cake, but since her boyfriend wasn't big on sweets she knew exactly what would satisfy him.

Somebody cleared their throat before Kyoko's thoughts could veer into the naughty details of her plan.

"Well, we should let you go. I bet you're very tired," Gina commented after they finished teasing her.

"Good night, Kyoko-san, we'll see you in class tomorrow," Hanami waved.

"Good night to you guys as well," Kyoko quickly said goodbye and thanked them for their hard work before disconnecting the call. She made sure to slide the shutter over the camera and shut down her computer. Her father would be happy to know she was following his safety precautions.

After packing her bags for the next day, she still had time to tidy the apartment and prepare a surprise for Kuon. Grabbing her phone, she consulted the expert and typed in her question. Google sensei was quick to provide her with several ideas to consider.

…

Kuon absentmindedly pulled out his wallet and selected a few bills to slip to the attendant. The man vehemently refused to take the money and scurried off after giving him the keys, leaving Kuon to yell an apology after him.

"I forgot," he sighed, putting the wallet in his pocket. The sight of Roxy frazzled his mind so he wasn't thinking clearly. He had been in the States for less than two weeks and became used to tipping the valets, waiters, and concierges.

"Your father still has a sense of humor," Lory commented, his zombified eyes gleaming with mirth.

"I can't say I blame him," Kuon resigned. All he could do was thank his father for the gift and apologize for defiling Roxy that he had to give her up.

"He said if it was too much, you can always sell it and do what you want with the money. He won't be upset with whatever you decide," Lory assured him.

Kuon sighed and shook his head as he glanced at Roxy. It was an expensive car. The base price was several hundreds of thousands of dollars. Knowing his father, he most likely customized the vehicle to suit his taste which would cost extra. His father wouldn't have just given it to him unless he thought there was value in doing so.

"I'll talk to him," Kuon eventually nodded. He walked around to the driver's side while Rutoh transferred his bags.

"Here is the temporary documentation for your records," Lory said, passing him a folder. "With this, you should have no issues with the authorities if they pull you over." The president gave him a knowing look. He took it gratefully. It would be difficult to obey all traffic laws in a car like this one. At this time of night, the streets would be nearly deserted making it tempting. It would get him home to his girl faster too.

"Ruto will file the paperwork first thing in the morning," Lory added.

"Thank you, Ruto-san," Kuon bowed in gratitude, adding the favor to his tab. He still owed Ruto for all his help regarding the incident with this very car.

"You're welcome," Ruto bowed and retreated to wait for Lory and Ten.

"Get home safely and get some sleep. I have a feeling tomorrow will be a busy day." The president rubbed his hands greedily. Kuon rolled his eyes at his boss's enthusiasm. The man thrived on drama and went out of his way to create some if things got too boring for him. Kuon was sure he had been planning this reveal for years and involving the PR team was just a formality.

Kuon said goodbye and slipped into the driver's seat of the car. He waved as the hearse took off, leaving Kuon alone in the garage to contemplate the familiar vehicle. Pressing the button to start Roxy brought a smile to his face as nostalgia settled in.

The car roared to life with a deep aggressive growl from its engine. The sound was amplified by the acoustics of the garage, making it louder than he expected. He took out his phone, and it automatically connected to the system. Clicking through the options on the screen, he found his dad's number and made the call.

"Hey, son," Kuu greeted hesitantly.

"Dad," Kuon sighed. Suddenly he was overwhelmed with feelings. A lump stuck in his throat as he tried to swallow the emotions that threatened to bubble up.

"Look, I know you're going to say it's too much, but to me it's not. I'm not upset, in fact, I wanted you both to have it. A little piece of California to keep with you. Maybe it was selfish of me to want to give you a physical reminder of the little bit of good you had here, even if it was x-rated," Kuu chuckled.

"Dad," Kuon laughed, swiping a stray tear that escaped from the corner of his eye.

"It's yours, free and clear, son," Kuu assured him. "You don't have to keep it. You could sell it. Save the money for a place for you and Kyoko. I know your apartment still belongs to LME. If you want to stay there, I'm sure the boss would cut you a deal. Or you can donate it to charity. I hear there's an amazing charity trying to bring awareness to bullying that could use the support," Kuu suggested lightheartedly.

Kuon chuckled, the constriction in his chest easing as the tension left his body with his father's reassurance.

"I'll think about it," Kuon offered. He would add it to the list of items he needed to talk about with

Kyoko.

"That sounds like a good idea. It helps to have a good woman by your side."

"It certainly does," Kuon agreed, smiling at the thought of Kyoko waiting for him at home.

"Thanks for the car, Dad," Kuon followed up.

"You're welcome, son."

"Talk to you later," Kuon said as more of a question.

"I'll always answer," Kuu promised. Once again Kuon was choked up with emotion. His dad must have sensed it and followed up. "Drive safely, kid. Have a good night."

"Thanks, Dad. Have a good day too," Kuon replied. After another round of goodbyes, he finally hung up.

He let out a long sigh and let his fingers caress the leather steering wheel, acceptance settling in. He could do as he pleased with it without feeling guilty. Kuon caught his reflection in the rearview mirror and ran his hand through his dark hair. This was his car now. The little tree his father replaced deemed it so.

"Time to get home, Kuon," he murmured and flicked the little tree. This detour had added more time to his commute, but he decided it wasn't too late for one more stop.

Kuon couldn't resist giving the gas pedal a couple of taps, revving the engine, the vibrations resonating through the interior, and the sound ricocheting off the garage walls. He chuckled.

His little antics had the attendant popping his head out of the service door. Kuon spotted him, gave him an apologetic wave, and peeled out of the garage. The tires squealed against the concrete most likely leaving a pair of tire tracks at the exit.

The road was mostly deserted compared to what it looked like when the sun was up, so Kuon took advantage of the freedom and accelerated. It was exhilarating just accepting the car for what it was. A gift. Something his parents have been deprived of giving him for over six years— birthdays, Christmas, random holidays they didn't particularly celebrate religiously, and just because days. They had showered him with presents growing up so for them to hold back after he left must have been torture.

Kuon slowed the car down as he approached an area with more cars and foot traffic. After what happened to Rick, he wasn't taking any chances of being reckless when people were around. Not that he was being completely irresponsible with his life while speeding earlier; the risk then was minimal in comparison.

As quickly as he wanted to get home, he forced himself to cruise along, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of the music. It took him another ten minutes to get to his stop as he pulled into the empty parking lot. Locking up the car, he entered, heading straight for the clerk.

"Good evening," he greeted the middle-aged man, boredly flipping through a celebrity magazine. Kuon noticed that the page was open on an ad featuring him. The man glanced up slowly and perked up when he finally recognized who stood before him.

He glanced down at the ad and back up at Kuon several times, before lifting the page to show him.

"Is this you?" The clerk asked. "You're eyes?" He asked, confused.

Kuon purposefully left out his brown contacts. It was his first step to easing the public into accepting his real identity. Unless he was filming, he would let the people see his green eyes.

"Is there something wrong with them," Kuon touched over his eyes, teasing the man.

"Yes, they're green," the man exclaimed. "You have brown eyes here," he explained, shaking the magazine at Kuon.

"It's contacts," Kuon answered matterfactly.

"Which one, the green or the brown," the man asked curiously. Normally, Kuon would have shut him down already, but he needed his help.

"I wear brown contacts for work," Kuon replied.

"Interesting," the man nodded. "I never knew. I don't think my wife knows."

"You're one of the firsts," Kuon smiled. "I was wondering, could you help me with some flowers." He steered the conversation toward his original goal before the friendly chatter wasted more of his time.

"Yes!" The man scrambled from behind the counter and escorted Kuon toward the corner where a shelf held several pitiful bouquets of the day's last flowers.

Kuon frowned, not liking his choices.

"Is this all you have," he asked, hoping they had stock in the back.

"I'm sorry," the clerk's face drooped and he bowed apologetically. "Our florist vendor is not due for another few hours. They come at seven."

Kuon nodded, not wanting to be bothersome. He supposed he could purchase all of them and put together a bouquet of his own with decent-looking flowers from each one.

"No worries, I'll take all of them," Kuon announced.

"All of them," the clerk questioned, reaching out to grab the first bouquet.

"Yes, all five," he clarified. He probably could have been okay with three, but wanted to make sure he had enough good flowers to create one worthy of his girlfriend.

"Okay," the clerk smiled. Kuon helped carry the flowers to the checkout station and found a few goodies to add to his little gift. Kyoko had been deprived of some of her favorite snacks while they were in America. Although he didn't need it, the man insisted on giving him a discount. Kuon didn't argue and accepted the clerk's kind gesture with gratitude. Before leaving, he autographed the cover of the magazine which also had his face on it. He thanked the clerk and headed out.

He was excited that his stop yielded something fruitful. Kuon was prepared to come out with nothing but snacks and got very lucky.

Outside, he stopped short. Sometime while he was in the store a pair of cars, looking like props from the American movie franchise Fast and Furious, had pulled into the parking lot alongside his car. There were several men and women around his age checking out Roxy. The women were posing on the hood, taking pictures while the men peered into the windows. Warily, Kuon proceeded forward and pressed the lock button on his key fob, getting their attention.

The recognition was instant by the women as he approached. His heart pounded with worry that they would have weapons on them. The guys were, physically, the typical young Japanese man. None of them appeared taller than 177 centimeters and they all looked to weigh no more than sixty kilos soaking wet. In a fair fight, Kuon could easily take on all of them with his training, since there were three guys and two ladies in total.

"Hey man, you Tsuruga?" One of the guys asked coolly when he got closer. Probably the leader. The women giggled with each other and pointed their phones in his direction. Kuon knew he had to tread carefully because the light beaming from their devices most likely meant they were live-streaming this encounter.

"Yeah," he admitted and stopped, eyeing them wearily. Kuon wanted to give himself room to move should anything go down.

The group cheered excitedly except for the leader that asked the initial question.

"Is this your ride?" The leader asked. "It's very nice, expensive. More expensive than the sticker with all the mods on it."

"Yeah?" Kuon asked. He wasn't up to date on the details of his new car just yet but knew from experience that his father never kept his vehicle stock.

"It's a nice ride," the leader said in admiration.

"Thanks," Kuon replied curtly. "If you guys don't mind, it's late. I need to get home." He gestured towards the car with a nod. Kuon wanted them away from the car before getting closer. They might intend to mug him and steal the car if he gave them an opening.

"Looks like someone is in big trouble," one of the young women teased, referring to the flowers in his hand.

"No trouble," Kuon smiled at the camera. "These are just because I love her."

The ladies practically swooned at his confession and the smile helped. "Awwww," they exclaimed.

"Why don't you ever get me just because I love you flowers," the other woman scolded one of the guys who Kuon assumed was her boyfriend.

"Sheesh, man, you're the real deal," the guy grumbled. "Of, course, I love you, babe," he said to placate his woman.

"Then why don't you ever get me flowers?" She whined and pushed on his shoulder. Kuon thanked his lucky stars Kyoko didn't act like her. Then again this woman was probably acting out because she wasn't getting her needs met by her partner. He made a mental note to himself to always shower his girlfriend with attention and love without suffocating her.

"I'll get you some now," the man declared and moved toward the entrance of the convenience store.

"Actually, I bought them all," Kuon informed him, hoping to save him a trip.

"What?" The group gasped, shocked by his actions.

"You can have this one," Kuon searched the bunch of flowers for a bouquet he was willing to part with. The woman tried to reach for it excitedly, but he handed it over to her man instead. He didn't want this to be twisted on social media that he gave another woman flowers.

"Thanks," the man grumbled. The way his woman snatched it out of his hands told him he didn't care.

"Do you guys mind," he motioned to his car again, trying to contain his annoyance.

The leader nodded and stepped further away from the car, his minions following him.

Kuon nodded his thanks. Keeping his eye on them, he placed the flowers in the passenger seat and got on the driver's side. When he started up the car, the guys hollered with enthusiasm as it roared to life. He revved the engine for their enjoyment before peeling out of the parking lot and leaving them in his rearview mirror.

When the convenience store was no longer visible in his mirror, Kuon eased off the accelerator and coasted to a stop at the red light. He patiently waited for his turn when the guys he left behind pulled up beside him. Kuon groaned. With all three at the front of the line, there was only one thing they had in mind.

The leader of the bunch hung out his driver's side window of the Skyline GT-R, waving to Kuon to roll down his window.

Being in an imported vehicle, Kuon's driver's side was on the left side, directly in line with the other man's window. He tried to ignore him, but the guy got out and tapped on his glass. Kuon's gaze flickered to the other car. The woman still had her phone trained on him. He sighed and pushed the button to roll down his window partway.

"You know, this could be considered stalking," Kuon threatened, glancing at the traffic light to make sure it didn't turn green on them. There wasn't anyone behind them, yet.

"No stalking," he replied defensively. "I wanted to give you my card." Sure enough, he handed a legit business card to Kuon from a custom car performance shop.

"You can find me at this place," he tapped his card. "Or you can show up at 11 on Saturday nights at the Tatsumi Parking Lot."

"Why would I show up there?" Kuon questioned.

"So we can open this beast up. It's one of a kind here," he answered excitedly, for once not being intimidating.

Kuon chuckled and shook his head. "I'll think about it." He put his car in gear and took off as soon as the light turned green, leaving the guy standing in the middle of the road. He tossed the card in the center counsel and forgot about the weird invitation he received. Kuon made it a point to take several turns on out-of-the-way streets to confirm he wasn't being followed by those guys.

He was peeved that their interference had set him back and cut into the time he had left to spend with his girlfriend. She was probably out cold by now and he knew he couldn't keep his promise to wake her up. He would compromise and wake her up early to talk.

In the garage of the apartment, he parked in a visitor spot with a tag from the guard manning the gate. He would have to sort out another parking space or decide which car he was keeping. He spread out the flowers on his hood and proceeded to put together a large bouquet for Kyoko. It didn't take him long until he was satisfied with the results. It wasn't overly large, but he gathered the flowers that didn't make the cut to toss in the bin by the elevator.

"Oh, that's lovely, she's going to love it."

He whirled on the familiar voice and found Ichigo striding toward him with a bouquet of roses of his own.

"Good evening, Tsuruga-san," his neighbor greeted.

Ren gave him a friendly smile and bowed to the older gentleman, "Good evening, Ichigo-san. You're out late."

"An after-hours business meeting," Ichigo sighed. "I don't know why we did this to ourselves as a society. Work late hours and still insist on social drinking with clients, keeping us out later."

"Isn't that when the real deals are made," Ren teased. It was similar in the showbiz world.

"Unfortunately, yes," Ichigo sighed. "Clients get more generous with the terms when inebriated."

Ren chuckled with him. It didn't take long for the elevator to reach his neighbor's floor; they parted ways, with the older gentleman wishing him luck. He wished him the same as the doors closed.

Staring at his reflection in the elevator doors, Kuon realized that Ichigo didn't comment on his green eyes. However, it wasn't unusual for a straight man to miss such details.

At his floor, Kuon practically teleported to the front door, keying in the entry code eagerly to see his girlfriend.

As soon as he entered, he was shocked to hear music coming from the other room. He quickly reset the chiming house alarm and dropped his things by the entry table at the door (sans bouquet). Kuon curiously went to investigate the grunting, slapping, and tapping sounds he heard coming from the living room along with the music. What is she doing at this hour?

The singer's voice resonated louder and caught Kuon's attention as he listened to the lyrics.

"I wanna take my love and hate you 'til the end. It's not like you to turn away, from all the bullshit I can't take. It's not like me to walk away."

What the heck is she listening to? Kuon vaguely recalled the American song playing from something he heard before. He rounded the hallway and stopped stunned at the entrance of the living room, mesmerized by his discovery. His breath caught in his throat at the sight of her. Her back was to him so she didn't know he was home and used the opportunity to observe her.

Kyoko looked like she had stepped out of a vintage burlesque poster—elegant and seductive. Her attention was trained on her laptop sitting on the coffee table pushed out of the way for more room. Kuon realized it was the source of the music, but he couldn't see what was on the screen. She paused her movements and bent over to tap on the computer, stopping the music. When she stood again, the song restarted. She assumed her position, still unaware that she had an audience.

Kuon could hardly take his eyes off her. He had seen glimpses of her like this before—so in control, so poised. It was always captivating.

Kyoko began to move, her hands trailing down her body in time with the rhythm of the music. Instantly, Kuon adjusted the bulge rising in his pants. He couldn't see what her hands were doing in the front, but he imagined her fingers teasing the exposed skin the lace corset afforded. Despite the quick pace of the song, her movements were slow and deliberate, every gesture filled with purpose.

Her hands reached up to play with her hair and then they slapped her thighs as she fell into a wide deep squat. Her tight ass jutted out in his direction, her hips undulating while she worked her way up again. Still swaying, her hand slid behind her back and yanked on the corset strings in time to the beat.

"I'm so addicted to all the things you do. When you're going down on me, in between the sheets. Oh, the sounds you make, with every breath you take. It's unlike anything, when you're loving me..."

Kuon inhaled sharply at the crude lyrics, his breath caught in his throat, his erection growing by the second with every word.

Kyoko let the corset slip, exposing the ivory skin of her bare back to him. She held the garment in place with her hands for a moment and tossed it aside so it gracefully landed on the couch. His dick throbbed with anticipation, waiting for her to turn around and notice him. However, her eyes were still trained on the screen as she continued to dance. He didn't want to interrupt and break whatever spell she had him under just to appease his needs.

So he watched like a predator ready to pounce. It didn't matter how much he wanted to rip those tiny shorts off her ass to get her completely naked and bury his cock deep in her warm tight pussy. He would wait her out and see what she did next.

Kuon didn't have to wait for long. Kyoko hinged at the waist, bending over and grabbing her ankles. The same ankles that were clad in thigh-high patent leather stiletto boots. His nostrils flared as his eyes trailed up her limber body. From between her spread legs, her glorious breasts were framed perfectly for his viewing pleasure. Still gripping her ankles, she bent her knees and pumped her ass back in the air. It was then that Kuon noticed just how little those shorts covered. He could tell she wasn't wearing any underwear by the supple flesh threatening to burst its way through the seam that stitched each leg together. His eyes smoldered. Those shorts were never going to be worn out in public again.

…

"Corn!" Kyoko screeched from the other side of her legs. She had been so focused on learning the choreography in the video that she didn't hear her boyfriend come home. She felt herself stumble from the shock of his appearance as she rushed to upright herself. Losing her balance, she cursed her heels and braced herself for impact. She would have fallen if he hadn't used his teleportation jutsu to catch her. Strong muscular arms circled her tightly, dragging her into his chest.

His left hand wound up her midsection, cupping her right breast and tweaking her nipple, not hard, but enough to make her whimper. His right hand slid to her throat, gently but firmly, to direct her head up.

"You're being a very naughty girl," Kuon growled, his lips hovering over her ear. The hotness of his breath on her sensitive skin set her nerves on fire. The heat burned its way down her body from her head to her toes, making her tremble wantonly. Her knees would have buckled if he wasn't holding her up.

The grip on her neck adjusted so she could see him better. His usually brilliantly green eyes were now dark with desire. Kyoko knew she was staring into the eyes of her emperor. It made her pussy pulse and she felt wetness pool between her legs.

"Do you want me to show you what I do to naughty girls," he asked huskily, his lips hovering above hers. Kyoko shivered in his arms as he ground his erection against her ass.

"Yesssss," she moaned breathlessly. Kyoko tried to lean in for a kiss, but the hand on her throat held her back.

Kuon smiled, pleased with her answer. He flipped her around, hoisting her over his shoulder with ease. Kyoko squealed as she was tossed like a ragdoll.

"Kuon," she complained and struggled to hold herself away from him so her face wouldn't bang into the solid wall that was his muscular back.

"Hold still," he commanded with a swat to her ass, hard, the sting making her pussy throb with want. Kyoko moaned in response and her body went limp. She was tempted to disobey him and try to angle her hips so her clit could rub more fully against his shoulder.

It didn't take long for him to reach their bedroom where he proceeded to toss her on the bed, more gently than expected. Kyoko scrambled to sit up while Kuon tore his jacket off. She couldn't decide if he was really angry at her and what could have spurred it besides today's events. It couldn't have been her dance. His hard-on told her he enjoyed what he saw. He probably saw the rumors of her and Sho floating about on social media.

"Kuon, I'm sorry…" Kyoko began her apology. She had to make this right, but the man in front of her was making it so hard with every undone button of his shirt revealing the tight muscles of his chest.

"Save it," he growled. Kyoko's words caught in her throat as he pulled his shirt off completely. "Turn around. Get on your hands and knees."

Kyoko's eyes widened but obeyed. He was being so bossy and it only turned her on. Normally, he took great care in making her comfortable. He was always gentle at the start until he lost himself in their lovemaking and let go of the tight control he had over himself.

He groaned behind her, making her look up. She noticed they were facing her large vanity mirror and could see everything. Their eyes caught in the reflection. Her golden eyes were wide and innocent despite her lack of attire and his were absolutely sinful.

Kyoko yelped as Kuon gripped her hips and pulled her back so the heels of her boots were dangling off the bed. If she was in her right mind, it would have irked her to have shoes on their clean sheets.

"You were apologizing?" The emperor questioned, his gaze pinning hers in the mirror.

"Y-y-yes," she stammered breathlessly. It took her a moment to register his question and form a coherent thought. The man was grinding his cock against her ass making it difficult for her to think.

"Because you were naughty?" He smacked her ass. His hand once again caught more of her skin than the flimsy material she called shorts.

"Yessss," she hissed, ecstasy coursing through her body once the initial sting had passed.

"I'm going to spank you for every naughty thing you did today. Would you like that?" He told her gently rubbing the spot he previously hit. She wiggled her ass against his dick, hoping to quench the fire building inside her.

"Yessss," she whimpered when he pulled his hips away from her.

"Naughty girls don't get my dick until they confess their sins. Tell me, baby," he gently tugged on her hair. "What are your sins?"

"I'm sorry Sho is in the film," she exclaimed. Her ass was rewarded with another smack to her opposite cheek.

"Don't ever mention another man's name when I'm getting ready to fuck you," Kuon demanded. "You're mine."

"Yes, yours," she agreed. His possessiveness had her dripping for him.

"What else are you sorry for," Kuon asked again, keeping them on track. It seemed there was something else bothering him more than Sho and she needed to figure it out quickly. She took a wild ass guess, knowing her boyfriend's reaction to her being awake.

"Umm, for dancing instead of sleeping while waiting for you to come home."

Whack!

The previous cheek took the hit and the force sent another heat wave straight to her pussy. She nearly came.

"What else?"

Her ass was tingling, but the pleasure far outweighed the pain. She didn't want him to stop just yet and racked her brain for more grievances that would get her a spanking. Apparently, she had more to be punished for than she knew about.

"I'm sorry for not having a meal ready f-." The spank to the other cheek jarred her, cutting off her words.

"Don't ever think that you have to apologize for that. I appreciate all you do for me, but know that you don't need to do it."

"But," Kyoko began to argue, realizing she screwed up with that last one.

"No buts," he slapped her ass again, intensifying the pleasure.

"I have one more for you," Kuon stated, his serious eyes locking with hers in the mirror. "Where. Are. Your. Pants," he gritted out and spanked her after every word. Switching cheeks with each swat. While her ass stung, his face was so adorably pissed that Kyoko collapsed in a heap of giggles, knowing exactly what this was about.

Kyoko had rummaged through her closet searching for something "sexy" to wear and came across her Setsu outfits. Her nii-chan hated these shorts from day one, but it was the closest thing she had to the outfit the burlesque dancer wore in the video without being in her frilly underwear. She didn't even think how much it would irk him to see her in those tiny shorts again.

"Oh, you think this is funny," Kuon exclaimed, he gripped the garment and pulled it down and off her legs, exposing her. Kyoko stopped laughing when his hand connected with her bare ass and her clit found the friction she desired against the bed. She rolled her hips into the bed, wanting more.

"Oh, no you don't!" Kuon pulled her by the hips and lifted her back on her hands and knees. Kyoko cursed at his smug expression. She needed release dammit.

"You don't get to come until I say you can." Large hands grabbed her thighs, spreading her legs apart. "Fuck," he hissed. "You're already glistening for me."

His hand slid between her legs, teasing her clit for a moment and brushing the entrance to her core. Over and over. He didn't linger long enough on either part for her satisfaction.

She wasn't sure how long he tortured her with his fingers, not once sliding them inside no matter how much she tried. Kyoko closed her eyes, concentrating on the pleasure he was giving her. The rhythm and the idea of what he was capable of doing to her body were enough to drive her to the edge. Her breathing became shallow little pants as he drew her closer.

Her eyes flew open when he removed his hand abruptly.

"Not yet," he swatted her ass, lighter compared to his earlier punishment. Kyoko watched him pull off his slacks and boxers in one motion, his erection hard and ready. She licked her lips in anticipation, but her boyfriend had other plans. Kuon sank to his knees behind her and groaned.

"Nice and wet for me," he murmured, his hot breath on her sensitive skin filling her with lust. Kyoko had no time to be embarrassed when he spread her ass cheeks apart and dove right in. His hot tongue licked along her slit, from clit to her back hole. His tongue lingered there a moment taking little stabs at her puckered flesh before sliding back to the bundle of nerves. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her knees quaked with every swipe.

She whimpered and begged for him to have mercy on her. Kyoko trembled with delirium by the time Kuon slid two fingers inside her. "Come for me baby," he commanded, his heated tongue slurping on her back hole as he pumped his fingers into her. Kyoko came immediately, screaming his name.

"Good girl," he husked, pausing his meal to say the words. Kyoko practically came again, his praise sending a surge of butterflies fluttering throughout her belly. Kuon went back to lapping up her orgasm, ignoring Kyoko's pleas for more. His mouth rekindled the flame within her. Her pussy was so sensitive, she could easily come again. And she did.

Before Kyoko could recover, Kuon was on his feet, his thick cock sliding against her slick heat, lubricating it.

"Yes, Kuon," she cried when the tip of his dick made contact with her clit. He rubbed back and forth preparing them both for his penetration.

Without warning, Kuon rammed his cock inside her, to the hilt. Her vision blurred from the pleasure as he slammed into her, but she refused to close her eyes. She watched the euphoria settle on his face in the mirror. It was an incredible view. His powerful hips and thighs continued to ram his dick into her, making her scream with ecstasy. Kyoko wasn't sure how long she could hold herself up in this position before her limbs gave up from the pounding. His hands moved from her hips and gripped her shoulders, pulling her back against him, his thick cock hitting her deep.

"Fuck, baby," he hissed. "You're so tight." He grunted, slamming into her over and over. Kyoko's voice had gone raw from screaming, her throat only managing strangled cries. Her arms were the first to give up, her upper body collapsing to the bed. Her fingers dug into the sheets and held on while he continued to thrust with her. His hand came down beside her, bracing himself while he kept up the relenting pace. And she was coming again, her cries muffled by the sheets.

Kuon kept going, pounding into her even harder. "That's right baby, come on my dick!" Kyoko's pussy throbbed, and she begged for me despite the three orgasms he already gave her. The force of his thrusts pushed her forward until her knees collapsed on the bed. Kyoko was practically lying on her stomach. The change in position didn't break his stride. He slipped his other arm around her waist angling her just enough so her ass jutted out and he continued pumping inside her. The hand on her waist not only supported her but his fingers began flicking her clit.

This time when her orgasm hit, his hands tightened and he was cursing. She felt the heat of his cum flood her. His cock still thrusting inside her as he spilled inside of her. Eventually, his hips slowed and he collapsed on top of her, his head falling beside hers. His hot breath, heated her neck while he recovered. His hard body was heavy, but she didn't complain. Not after the pleasurable ride he had just given her. Kyoko squirmed to try and look for him.

"Sorry, baby," Kuon groaned and rolled off her. He took her with him so she could lay on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and tucked her head under his chin. His hand moved down her back and rubbed her ass. She hissed when he touched her sensitive skin. It was funny how it didn't bother her one bit when he was pounding against it. Now that the adrenaline was wearing off, it was starting to sting.

"Did I hurt you?" He questioned, his voice dripping with remorse.

"Not one bit," she smiled against his chest her voice a little hoarse from her screaming. "I should be naughty more often if this is my punishment," Kyoko joked.

"You liked that, did you," Kuon smirked.

"Yes, can we do it again," she asked eagerly, pushing up on his chest to look at him. Kuon laughed at her eagerness.

"Next, time," he kissed her nose in promise. "Let me up so I can get you some water. I don't want you to have a soar throat. Kyoko rolled off him and let him go.

He came back with two bottles of water, handing her one. As he took a sip of water, Kyoko couldn't help but ask, "Did we just do BDSM?"

Her question startled him so much, that the water he ingested went down the wrong pipe and Kuon became a coughing mess. The answer to her question would be added to the list of things they had to talk about.

AN: Happy New Year, my lovelies! I hope 2025 brings you lots of happiness, success, and great health. Thank you for another year of sticking with me and reading this mayhem. I appreciate all of you!

The song in the chapter was Addicted by Saving Abel. Thanks to PalmiitoMel for the suggestion. They have been sweet enough to maintain all the songs used in this story on Spotify. I knew it was the perfect song for a burlesque scene I've been holding onto. The scene developed differently than intended, but still so damn hot. I hope you all enjoyed it while I introduce our babies to the world of BDSM. They're going to need more growing up before I feel comfortable taking them further into that world.

Here is the link to spotify: I hope it works.

playlist/2OOayQLvgmHY6MrPwSLajM?si=ACEGOxqJSR6k5AGiqrMbsQ&utm_source=copy-link&dl_branch=1

Until next time, je ne! ^_^