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"One thing I can offer…?" Alya parroted, while wondering what he was referring to.
"Сними одежду."
The color on her face disappeared almost entirely, as she began laughing nervously.
Out of all the things she heard from him tonight, this was by far the most shocking and it almost felt like he was telling a bad joke.
However, the fact that he told her that in her mother tongue made it clear that it wasn't spoken with comedic intentions.
"Y-You're joking… right? This is just a joke, right…? K-Kuze-kun…?" she asked, still hoping that it was only a ploy of some sort.
"A joke? You think I'm in the mood for a joke?" he retorted sarcastically. "If you think I'm joking, then you can get out of my room."
Her eyes widened even more while her jaw fell open, realizing that he was indeed serious about this.
"...get out of my room and never show your face to me again."
"Being left alone on an island… without anyone… without him…" she thought to herself while lowering her head slowly. "I won't be able to take it… I can't live like that anymore..."
Coming to terms with the decision she made in her mind, Alya slowly got up to her feet. Her fingers grabbed the hem of her shirt, though they were shaking out of nervousness and embarrassment.
"I-If... that's what Kuze-kun wants, then… I-I can't really say no…" she murmured, pulling the garment over her head.
Alisa wanted to hide her red face from the world after discarding her shirt, which left just a pink bra covering her ample chest. Before she could get rid of that next, she was stopped when Masachika grabbed her hand.
"He was just kidding…" she breathed out a sigh of relief at his sudden intervention, until he pulled her towards him forcefully.
"How long are you going to pretend you're the victim here, Alya? Didn't you bring this upon yourself?"
Masachika snapped at her, his cold glare striking fear into the heart of the poor girl. The worst part of it was that Alisa couldn't look away even if she wanted to.
"You kept on telling other people that you can handle things on your own, as if you can figure out a way back home by yourself. You forced yourself into isolation, and now you're saying you need someone? Do you even realize how stupid that is?"
He asked, demanding an answer from the silver-haired girl. However, Alisa was left completely speechless, like she had just lost the ability to speak altogether.
"It seems like you have nothing else to do here, Alya. As I said, you can just get out of my room."
Despite hearing those words, Alya couldn't move from her spot. She was too frozen in shock to do anything, which served to irritate him even further.
"Did your brain suddenly stop working? Haaah, I'll drag you out myself then."
That finally snapped the girl out of her trance, but it was too late.
"W-Wait…!"
Alya couldn't do anything when Masachika grabbed her wrist and dragged her out of his room, completely taken aback by everything that was happening. Even when she tried to fight back, he was too strong for her.
"I said get out!" the young man nearly threw her to the floor with his strength alone, before sending her a look of pity. "Sheesh… you must be thinking I'm some kind of evil guy who only wants to humiliate and step all over you, huh?"
"P-Please wait… j-just for—"
"Well… I guess you can go back to your sister instead. Good night."
"No…! K-Kuze—!" Alya made one last attempt to get his attention by reaching out for his hand out of desperation. Tears were streaming down her cheeks again, dreading the possibility of losing him completely. "I'm sorry…! I'm sorry… I… I-I-I'll do it…"
"If so, then prove it. Or are you still going to pretend that you did nothing wrong?"
"Y-Y-Yes… I-I'll do it…" she nodded while keeping her head low.
Though skeptical, Masachika allowed her back into his room, where she stood at the exact spot that she was at earlier.
While he sat on the bed, he watched as Alya stripped herself all the way, removing her bra which freed her generous cleavage, before taking off her skirt and panties at the same time.
In front of him stood Alisa Mikhailovna Kujou, in all her naked glory.
Although she was covering her chest and privates with her arms, just the simple sight of her without any clothing was making his blood run wild.
"There. Was that so hard?" he asked rhetorically, while his eyes surveyed her nude figure.
Deep down, Masachika couldn't help but enjoy this sight in spite of how wrong it is. This was still the girl whom he felt physically and sexually attracted to for several years, and she was doing this for him.
In any other situation, he would be called a pervert before being given the slap of a lifetime for even daring to look at her, but this was an entirely different scenario.
He could stare at her for as long as he wanted, and that's not even the full extent of what he can possibly do to her.
Meanwhile, Alya didn't say anything, too overwhelmed with embarrassment to do anything else at the moment. She only shook her head to respond to his question, which made him sigh.
"—though, I can see that you still don't know when to give up."
"Ah…!" she yelped when he grabbed her arm, forcing her to use the other to keep her chest covered.
"Why are you still trying to cover yourself? Are you hiding something?"
The girl shut her eyes in embarrassment and tried to resist against his actions out of instinct. Seeing this, Masachika used his free hand to grab her other arm, finally leaving her bare breasts free for him to see.
"You have an amazing body, Alya. I haven't said it enough, but you really are one of the most beau—"
Just when his hand latched on the soft flesh, Alya broke free from his grip and covered her chest with both arms, before she fell to her knees.
"Nooo…!" she cried out with a red face.
"What was that?"
Alya gasped, realizing what she had just done. She quickly looked up to meet his gaze, and flinched at his irate expression.
"J-Just…" she stuttered, doing her best to flash an innocent smile at him, which easily fell apart because of the unamused look that Masachika gave her. "Just kidding… I was… j-just kidding, Kuze-kun…"
"You know, I can just kick you out of here and slam the door in your face because you clearly can't follow simple orders, Alya."
"No… n-no, don't… d-don't throw me away…" she crawled and attempted to reach out towards him again, even if it's just his legs, but Masachika moved away from her.
"I'm getting really tempted because you keep on testing my patience, Alya. Give me one good reason why I should keep you—"
"I was wrong, I realize it now! You're not an idiot, Kuze-kun… t-the idiot was me… this whole time…"
As she was already on her knees, Alisa leaned down until her head and hands were pressed firmly on the ground, feeling that this was the only way for her to earn his forgiveness after that horrible blunder she made.
Once again, she had prostrated herself before him but this time around, she was completely bare and stripped of everything she had on.
"Я беспомощна, когда я одна…"
She had nothing else on her, except for the last remaining bits of her pride and her unfiltered emotions.
"Please… I'm begging you… g-give me another chance… I'll do what you want… just don't kick me out…"
He couldn't see her face but he could hear her sniffles, a clear sign that she was crying.
"Don't throw me away… I can't survive being alone… being without you…"
Masachika had no idea why, but he couldn't deny the undeniable taste of satisfaction that he felt from seeing this girl in her current state.
As much as he wanted to deny it, he couldn't stop his lip from curling upwards into a visible smirk.
Seeing her like this was giving him a twisted form of pleasure that he unknowingly liked. Has he always been this sadistic?
Maybe it's because Yuki told him not to hold back?
Is it because he wanted to see Alya like this, even subconsciously?
Or is it possibly because this girl hurt him before and he's simply paying her back?
Either way, it was becoming easier for him to do this, now that there was a part of him that likes what he sees.
"Fine, but this is your last chance. I have better things to do than trying to work out someone's issues, especially if they did it all to themselves. Don't waste it," he scoffed before walking back towards her.
That was all she needed.
"H-Here…" she grabbed his hand and placed it on her breast, ignoring the embarrassment she felt in favor of not disappointing him. "You can… touch me here, if you want…"
Masachika gave it a rough squeeze, his fingers digging into the soft flesh like it was dough.
"Ahh…" she bit her lip to keep herself from making any unnecessary noises. "It… hurts…"
"This is going nowhere…" Masachika sighed, removing his hand from her boob before scratching the back of his head.
A terrified look fell on her face, fearing that she might have disappointed him again.
"You know what? I'll let you figure out what to do next."
"What…?"
"Convince me that you're worth my time," he folded his arms across his chest. "But keep this in mind, Alya. You're not above me. You already gave that up, so know your place and act appropriately. Or maybe you'd prefer the other option?"
"I… I'll… d-do as you say…" she gulped, fearing the other option more than what she's doing right now. "I won't… disobey you."
Alya turned her attention to his shorts, pulling it down along with his underwear. This was the only thing she could think of to convince him, because her words alone weren't enough apparently.
"I won't… do anything anymore… j-just… don't leave me…"
Her mind too clouded with desperation and the fear of isolation, Alya grabbed his length and took it in her mouth as she proceeded to suck him off.
Masachika struggled to keep a neutral face, but it was getting hard to do so when Alya's wet tongue was wrapped around his erection all while she's servicing him in this way.
Pausing in her actions for a moment, Alya looked up to meet his gaze with a trembling smile on her face.
"I belong to you… Masachika-kun…"
Something about that statement made Masachika snap, and it caused him to grab her head before pulling her back in to continue her work.
Masachika kept her head where it was even after he reached his climax, shooting his load inside her mouth. Some of it spilled out, while some of it got to her throat that Alya couldn't do anything but swallow it.
"Alya is mine… she's all mine…" he thought while pulling out of her mouth, feeling a sense of victory from all this. "She'll do what I want… I can do what I want to her…"
"You don't have to do anything for me… just… don't abandon me… don't leave me alone, Masachika-kun…" she mumbled, staring at the mess he left on her.
"Alya!" he barked, making her look up at him nervously.
"I'm sorry…" she bore a nervous look, fearing that she did something to disappoint him. "D-Did I do something wrong…?"
To her surprise, he only knelt down and patted her head affectionately.
"Well done, Alya. I knew that you could do it."
"Huh…?"
"You did what I asked of you, and you did it flawlessly. I can see that you were serious and you spoke from your heart," he smiled warmly. "It makes me happy to see you being honest with yourself."
Alisa's eyes widened at his praise before being filled with an overwhelming sense of relief, and it made her realize that she succeeded.
She managed to convince Masachika that she was telling the truth, and that she wasn't lying about anything she said.
With this, he won't leave her. He'll stay with her, just like what she wanted…
"I always believed in what you're capable of, you know? I never had any doubts. I knew you could do anything that you put your mind into."
"Uhm… t-thank you…" she whispered, looking away to hide her flustered look.
"It's kind of funny because we've been partners for so long, but I want to make it clear. From now on, I'll depend on you as well. You're important to me, I want you to know that."
Alisa smiled as a lone tear left her eye — one of joy and not sadness — before nodding.
"Come here," he beckoned for her to join him on the bed.
She didn't need to be told twice. Alisa got up from the floor, walked towards him, and let out a yelp of surprise when he pulled her towards his lap.
"Masachika-kun…?"
"You know, back in school…" he paused for a moment to observe her expression. "If it wasn't for you, I would have likely remained the same. I'd still be the same bored and unmotivated guy that I've always been if you weren't around, Alya. I changed because I admire you so much."
"You're just joking…" she shook her head in denial, clenching her fists tightly. "I'm not that important…"
"I could have left you anytime, but I stuck with you all the way, because you're important to me."
As Alisa felt herself getting choked up from his words of reassurance, Masachika hugged her from behind while continuing to pat her head.
"—and I could never abandon the girl that I love."
Her eyes widened at his sudden confession, before she shook her head. This time, she couldn't hold back from sobbing again as she covered her face with her hands.
"No… No… I don't deserve it… Masachika-kun deserves someone better than me… someone who won't hurt him no matter what… someone who can realize how important he is a lot sooner than I did…"
"That doesn't matter anymore. What matters is that I'm here, right?" he asked, planting a soft kiss her cheek.
Although she couldn't stop the tears at once, the young man's words made her calm down somewhat. She also leaned against him, finding his body to be a source of warmth that she wanted more of.
"Yes… Masachika-kun… is here…"
"Would you like me to prove it, Alya?" he whispered into her ear, hugging her closer to him.
"Eh...?" she asked cluelessly.
And prove it, he did.
For the next hour, the bedroom was filled with nothing but moans and screams of pleasure, that it's almost a miracle that nobody else heard them.
A naked Masachika and Alya were in the middle of a furious makeout session, in which they poured out their pent-up feelings of love and lust for the other.
Both sucked on each other's tongues like their lives depended on it and only stopped when they desperately needed air, showing how long they've wanted this to happen.
"I'm so happy… that I'm important to you, Masachika-kun…"
"I'm happy as well, Alya…"
Alya tearfully smiled as she laid there, completely helpless underneath him while Masachika pushed inside, taking her first time.
Her legs were wrapped around his waist as if she didn't want him to leave her, and Masachika complied by burying himself into her, reaching deep inside before he began moving in and out.
The girl tried to reach out to touch his face, but he grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the bed, which she didn't mind and even smiled as a result.
He looked down at her, relishing this experience as the look of utter pleasure on Alya's face will be a sight that he will remember for the rest of his life.
"Alya is mine… she's finally mine…" Masachika repeated in his mind, believing this to be the end goal that he sought after all this time and that it's finally over.
…or is it?
Translation notes:
¹ - "Take off your clothes."
² - "I'm the one who's helpless when I'm alone..."
MINASAN, YONDE KURETE ARIGATŌ! AISHITEMAAAAASUUUUU! *starts playing air guitar*
-Lance