In front of the station.
"Sorry for the trouble," Akira Fujimiya said to Uncle Tamura after getting out of the car.
"It's no bother at all, Master Akira. Please come visit again when you're free," Uncle Tamura replied politely with a bow.
Akira nodded and walked into the station.
When he arrived and stood in the yard, his gaze naturally drifted toward Hiratsuka-sensei's room.
When—
Click!
The front door opened with a soft click.
Akira retracted his gaze from the room and turned to see Kawasaki Saki standing there — In her school uniform.
"Hiratsuka-sensei hasn't come back yet?" Saki asked curiously when she noticed Akira had returned alone.
"Hiratsuka-sensei has some things to deal with. She might not return to Sakurasou for the time being," Akira said with a small shake of his head.
Saki looked surprised for a moment, then concern flashed across her face.
She knew that Hiratsuka-sensei was someone special to Akira — someone like an older sister to him.
"It feels much quieter now that Hiratsuka-sensei isn't here. No one to scold us or interrupt us," Akira said with a faint smile. "Do you want to come over to my place?"
"Okay, I'll just go tell Keika," Keika nodded and went back to her room.
A few minutes later, she returned and followed Akira upstairs.
They both stopped in front of Akira's room.
He opened the door, and they both stepped inside.
Saki changed into her slippers and followed him to his bedroom.
After the bedroom door clicked shut, Saki's face flushed a soft pink, her dark eyes darting to the floor before lifting to meet Akira's gaze.
The room felt warmer already—
''Want to watch a movie together?'' Akira asked, easing into his chair with a calm smile, patting the armrest beside him invitingly.
''Mm,'' Saki murmured, nodding softly as she stepped closer, her school uniform skirt swishing lightly against her thighs.
She hesitated for a second, then let him guide her into his lap, her body settling against his chest as her face turn a little red.
Akira as if natural wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling up his laptop on the desk with the other.
He logged into the video site from Hoshiyuu Publishing House— now, loaded with anime series and films. The screen flickered to life, and he selected a romantic drama, the opening credits rolling with gentle music.
As the story unfolded, their focus drifted from the movie.
Akira's free hand traced lazy circles on Saki's thigh, inching upward under her skirt.
She shifted slightly against his lap, her breath heavy, but she didn't pull away.
His fingers brushed the edge of her panties, then slipped beneath the fabric, finding her folds already a little wet. He stroked her slit slowly, parting the lips to circle her clit with feather-light pressure—
Swish! Rub! Rub!
—Drawing a silent gasp from her lips.
"Mhm~!"
Saki's cheeks burned crimson, her hands trembling as they rested on the desk.
Emboldened by his touch or not wanting to be the only one on the receiving end, she reached down, her palm against the growing bulge in his pants through the material.
Her fingers squeezed gently, massaging the length of his cock from base to tip—feeling it twitch and harden under her grip.
"Mmmph!"
A hot moan escaped her, barely audible—as his thumb pressed firmer against her clit, dipping into her wetness.
Akira leaned in, his lips grazing the curve of her neck, planting soft kisses along the sensitive skin—peck, nibble—his warm breath against her ear.
"Hnn! Ahh!"
Saki arched into him, her silent moans turning louder—body trembling as his hand cupped her breast through her blouse, thumb rolling the nipple until it become stone hard.
She blushed deeper, her movement growing bolder, rubbing his shaft in rhythmic pulls—the friction building the heat between them.
The movie played on, forgotten, as their caresses intensified.
Akira's fingers plunged deep into her pussy—
Schlick! Squelch! Slurp!
Squelch! Shlick! Squelch!
His finger curling to stroke her inner walls while his mouth never stopped sucking lightly at her neck.
Suck! Suck! Lick! Suck!
"Ohh, Mmm"
Saki's hot moans filled the air softly, her face flushed with desire, hand working his cock faster through the pants, thumb circling the head where pre-cum soaked the fabric.
They lost themselves in the intimate dance, bodies pressing closer, the screen's glow casting shadows over their entangled forms.
As they both enjoy each other.
.....
When night fell, Saki finally left Akira's room.
As she went downstairs quickly, she ran into Saori Tsurumi. Seeing Saki's flushed face, and her clothes, Saori felt some suspicious about what might have happened but chose not to asked anything, only smiling faintly as she walked past.
Saki quickly running to her room to change.
A few moments later, Akira came downstairs as well, already changed and preparing to go out.
"Young Master Fujimiya, do you need me to drive you?" Saori asked politely.
"No need. You should rest early," Akira replied, shaking his head.
As he walked toward the motorcycle parked in the yard.
Moments later, the sound of the engine broke the night's stillness as he drove off from Sakurasou.
His destination —
Yukinoshita Haruno's residence.
They had already arranged to meet in evening.
....
When the motorcycle stopped in the yard,
Click!
The door opened almost immediately.
Yukinoshita Haruno stood there, her usual playful smile curling at the corners of her lips.
"You're right on time," she said lightly.
Akira parked his motorcycle, and walked in, as Haruno helped him change into indoor slippers — a gesture that always felt strangely natural between them.
They both seat down in the dinner table, as he began to talk about his visit to the Hiratsuka family earlier that day.
"Shizuka's father must admire you a lot, right?" Haruno teased, pouring them both tea.
"He does respect me. He even left me and Hiratsuka-sensei alone in the tea room," Akira replied. "Unfortunately, I only admire Hiratsuka-sensei as an older sister. If I could have a sister like her, that would be enough."
Haruno chuckled softly, covering her mouth with one hand.
"Shizuka actually admires you quite a bit, Akira-kun. But I doubt she feels the same way you do."
Akira didn't take the bait.
"Hiratsuka-sensei's life commission has been settled. She won't need to worry about blind dates anymore."
"Oh? What happened?" Haruno asked curiously, raising an eyebrow.
Akira explained that Hiratsuka-sensei had decided to adopt a young girl.
"...How coincidental," Haruno mused, taking a sip of tea. "Still, that's a good thing for Shizuka."
"She'll be busy taking care of that child for a while. She might not return to Sakurasou anytime soon," Akira said, calmly, sitting at the dining table.
Haruno's lips curved into a sly smile. "I have a way to make Shizuka stay at Sakurasou. Want to hear it?"
"...Hiratsuka-sensei would probably kill me for it," Akira replied dryly, already guessing her intent.
"I think with Shizuka's personality, she won't manage that girl very well," Haruno said, resting her chin on her hand.
"When that happens, she'll have to rely on you for help. And instead of killing you, she'll be the one asking for favors."
"..."
Akira paused for a moment, then said quietly, "Possible. But the chances are low."
Haruno only laughed softly and didn't continue the topic.
As She started serving dinner instead.
After completing the dinner, they ate quietly — Haruno sitting infront of Akira as they eat the meat, with her secretly glancing at him.
The conversation drifted away from Hiratsuka-sensei and toward trivial things — recent news, some gossip about the Yukinoshita family business, and Akira's new work with Hoshiyuu Agency.
After dinner, Haruno cleared the table and returned with two bottles of red wine and two crystal glasses.
Akira watched as she poured a generous amount into both glasses.
"Akira-kun, cheers," Haruno said, lifting her glass with a teasing smile.
"Cheers," Akira replied and clinked glasses with her, taking half of his drink in a single sip.
"Akira-kun can really hold his liquor," Haruno remarked, eyes glinting with amusement. "Shall we continue drinking in my room?"
"No need to go to your room," Akira said with a faint smirk.
Without warning, he reached out, capturing her hand and pulling her closer until she stood between his legs. The motion jostled her glass, a splash of red wine spilling onto her blouse, staining the white fabric over her chest.
''Akira-kun, you're going too far,'' Haruno said, glancing down at the wet spot, her tone a mix of reproach and playful amusement, though she made no move to step back.
''I want to drink your wine,'' Akira murmured, his arm wrapping around her slender waist, drawing her against him.
Haruno's cheeks reddened, a soft flush creeping up her neck. ''..And how do you plan to drink it?'' she asked, not resisting as he tugged her nearer, her body yielding to his pull.
''What do you think?'' Akira replied, his hand firmly pressing against her body, eyes locked on her lips.
Haruno chuckled softly, the sound dreamy. ''Akira-kun really is…''
''Let me savor this wine,'' he interrupted gently, his free hand cupping her jaw.
"Akir-Mhm—"
The rest of her words dissolved as he pulled her into a kiss.
Their lips met fiercely!
"Mhmm! Mmm!"
Tongues tangling in a heated dance, Akira tasting the tart sweetness of the wine on her mouth. As he sucked her lower lip—suck—then delved deeper, exploring every inch of her inside as his hands roamed, tugging at her blouse buttons.
"Mmph, ahh"
Haruno moaned into the kiss—her fingers fumbling with his shirt, popping buttons open to slide her palms over his chest.
As she felt his body against her palm.
They stripped each other urgently, with need, removing the clothes as they caress each other body, the clothes dropping to the floor.
Rustle! Drop!
Until they both was bare, Haruno's skin glowing in the dim light.
Akira looked at her with heated gaze as he lifted her onto the table, Haruno's body trembled slightly as felt the cold surface of the table. She looked at him, her playful, teasing eyes, now softened by desire, her lips parted in anticipation.
Akira hovered above her, his muscular frame casting a shadow as he settled between her thighs. He captured her mouth in a deep kiss.
Smack!
Suck! Schlick! Suck!
Schlick! Slurp! Suck!
His tongue plunging in as it search for her's, it quickly found it, both tongue tangling against each other, with him tasting the lingering bitterness of the red wine mixed with her sweetness.
"Mmph, ahh!"
Haruno moaned in between, her hands sliding up his back, fingers grazing his skin as she arched up to press her breasts against his chest.
Their kisses grew fervent, lips bruising as he nipped at her bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth.
Bite!
"Ngnh!"
Lick!
"Mhmm~"
Before soothing it with slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue.
"Akira...", she whispered breathlessly when he pulled back for air, but he silenced her with another press, devouring her mouth while his hand trailed down her side, fingers digging against her hip.
As he positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his thick cock nudging her slick folds.
Rub! Rub! Rub!
Tease!
Teasing against her heat, coating himself in her arousal.
Haruno's legs wrapped around his waist, urging him closer, her leg pressing into his lower back, as she stare at him with her pleading eyes.
With a low growl, Akira thrust forward, burying his length inside her in one smooth, powerful motion stretching her walls around his girth.
THRUST!
"Ahhhhhh''
Haruno cried out, her voice heavy with need—as he filled her completely, the sensation sending sparks through her core.
He paused for a moment, letting her adjust, their foreheads touching as he kissed her again, softer this time, as tongues dancing lazily against each other, while her pussy clenched around him.
Then the rhythm began.
Akira pulled back slowly, almost withdrawing, before slamming back in—
Plap! Plap! Plap!
Schlick! Slurp! Slurp!
Plap! Plap! Plap!
Slurp! Schlick! Slurp!
"Nnngh, oh god!!"
His hips snapping against hers with building force. Haruno's moans escalated, heavy and throaty, her body rocking with each impact, tits bouncing— forcing Akira to look at it.
Plap! Plap! Plap
Squelch! Schlick! Squelch!
The wet sounds of their joining echoed—her juices easing his rough entry, making every thrust deeper, harder.
He braced on his elbows, caging her in, and captured her lips once more—
Kiss! Suck! Kiss!
—kissing her messily, as he pounded into her.
"hah, ahh! "
Their mouths broke apart with strings of saliva, Haruno gasping —Before he claimed her again, tongue mimicking the thrust of his cock.
''You feel so fucking good,'' he murmured against her lips, voice rough, nipping her lower lips, biting on it,as he angled his hips to hit that spot inside her. Making Haruno feel a both pain and pleasure at the same time.
"Ohhhh! Akira, harder! Ahhh"
Haruno's loud moans filled the room, her walls pressing around him, pleasure coiling tight in her belly.
She clawed at his shoulders, leaving red trails, urging him on as the table creaked beneath them. Akira's pace turned relentless, rougher now, his cock pistoning in and out—
Thwack! Squelch! Thawack!
Sweat slicked their skin, bodies sliding together as he kissed down her neck—marking her with open-mouthed bites.
Haruno threw her head back, moaning louder.
"ohhh fuck! Don't stop—aaaahhh!"
Her thighs quivering around him. He returned to her mouth, kissing her fiercely—swallowing her cries while his hand slipped between them, thumb circling her swollen clit—rubbing and pressing against it.
The long session stretched on, minutes blurring as Akira varied his thrusts—slow and deep one moment—grinding her inside, filling her—then fast and brutal the next—as he pound inside her roughly.
"Yes! Right there—nngh!"
Haruno's heavy breathing turned to ragged screams—her first orgasm crashing over her, pussy spasming—clenching—milking his shaft as she shuddered beneath him.
"Cum for me,'' he demanded, kissing her.
He chased his own release but held back, flipping her legs over his shoulders for deeper penetration—the new angle making her wail—
"oh god, too deep! Aaaah!"
—loud and unrestrained. Their lips met again in a sloppy kiss— sloppy movement with passion as he fucked her through the aftershocks, her cream coating his balls—drip, slap.
Haruno's hands fisted the sheets, then his hair, pulling him down for more kisses—desperate, hungry—as waves of pleasure built anew.
Akira's grunts mixed with her moans—the air thick with the scent of sex, the sounds obscene—wet smack, heavy pant.
Smack!
He smacked her thigh lightly—drawing a yelp of delight.
"Ngnhh!"
Before soothing it with a kiss to her ankle.
Time lost meaning in the lengthy coupling; he rolled his hips in circles—hitting every sensitive inch inside her, then straightened to drive straight down.
"I'm cumming!—Ohhhhh!"
Haruno's loud moans peaked again, er body convulsing, nails raking his arms as she squirted around him—soaking the table and his lower body.
Akira finally let go of her hips, thrusting erratically—kissing her deeply, as if to claim her, possess her—as he erupted inside her, hot spurts flooding her depths, groaning into her mouth.
They rode the high together, bodies locked in missionary bliss, lips brushing in tender after-kisses—soft, linger—until exhaustion claimed them, still joined and panting.
.....
Two hours later —
Inside Haruno's room, they came tp her room after getting some rest. As they both layed down together on the bed.
She rested against Akira's chest, her face still flushed.
"Akira-kun… I like you more and more," she whispered softly.
"Really? Is it because of my looks, my skills… or something else?" Akira teased, his fingers brushing through her hair.
"All of it," Haruno answered without hesitation, raising her head to look at him.
"So you like everything about me?"
Haruno smiled faintly and nodded. Then, with a sudden burst of affection, she leaned forward and kissed him.
Akira didn't refuse.
He wrapped his arms around her and returned her kiss deeply.
After a long moment, Haruno drew back, eyes hazy with warmth.
"...Isn't it time to rest?" Akira said softly.
"Is that all Akira-kun is capable of?" Haruno smirked, her voice still playful.
"Are you provoking me?"
"Yes. What, are you scared?" she replied with a mischievous glint.
"I'm more worried about you…" Akira murmured.
"Don't worry, I am an adult, I can handle it~," she whispered back.
Akira stared at her for a few seconds, then sighed lightly.
He stood up, turned off the lights, and came back to bed.
When he returned, Haruno was already waiting for him with that same knowing smile.
He leaned down, whispering hotly into her ear—
''On your hands and knees, Haruno. Show me how much you want it"
—and the room fell into charged silence, broken only by her sharp intake of breath.
Haruno smirk widen as she complied eagerly, rolling onto all fours, ass raised high, back arched to present her dripping pussy.
Akira looked at her thick ass with heated gaze, he raised his hand and—
Smack!
"Aangh~!"
Haruno moan as she felt a tight smack on her rear, she turned her head and gazed at the culprits who was smirking at her as she felt his tight grip on her ass.
Haruno didn't say anything, just looked at him, her smirk never leaving, pressed her her against the bed.
Akira gripping her hips as he aligned his hardening cock and slammed in—
Thwack!
Squelch!
—burying deep in doggy style.
He growled at the tightness even after their sex, pulling back only to thrust harder—his pace rough and unrelenting.
Plap Plap Plap
Squelch Slurp! Squelch!
"Ohhh god! Yes, Akira-kun! Aaaahhh!"
Haruno moaned heavily, louder than before—her body rocking forward with each brutal drive, tits bouncing.
The wet sounds filled the air—her ass cheeks rippling from the impacts.
Akira's hand cracked down on her ass—
Smack! Smack! Smack!
—leaving a red handprint, and she cried out in pain and pleasure.
"Nngh! More! It hurts so good—ahhh!"
Haruno pushing back onto him desperately, matching him.
Akira gazed at the rippling flesh of her ass.
Smack!
He gave her ass a tight smack causing it to ripple heavily.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Aaanghh~! Ohhhh~!".
Haruno's body jolted forward with each punishing thrust, her knees digging into the mattress as Akira's hips collided against her—driving his thick cock deeper into her soaked pussy.
The room echoed with the obscene symphony of their fucking: the wet squelch of her walls gripping him, the rhythmic plap-plap-plap of skin on skin, and her escalating cries—raw and desperate, spilling from her lips like a plea.
"Ahbhh! Nngh! Fuck, yes! "
He leaned over her, one hand fisting her dark hair to yank her head back—exposing the curve of her neck for his teeth to graze — As he mark her.
"Take it all, Haruno," he rasped, voice gravelly with lust, his free hand clamping down on her hip, fingers bruising as he held her steady.
"Hahh!"
She gasped in pain and pleasure, pushing back against him, her ass grinding into him, chasing the feeling of his length stretching her wide.
Akira's pace didn't falter; if anything, it intensified, his balls slapping against her clit with every brutal plunge—
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
Squelch! Schlick! Squelch!
—sending jolts of fire through her core.
Her juices dripped down her thighs, slicking his shaft, making each withdrawal smoother before he rammed back in—roughly.
"Ooohhh! Akira-kun, deeper—aaaah!"
Haruno's moans turned guttural, heavy and throaty, her body trembling from the pleasure-pain mixing from the relentless assault.
SMACK!
He released her hair only to deliver another sharp smack to her ass—the flesh blooming red under his palm, jiggling wildly.
"That's it, scream for me," he demanded, thrusting harder, faster.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
—His cock pistoning like a machine, ravaging her inside.
Haruno arched further, her back bowing as she clawed at the sheets—her tits swaying pendulously beneath her, nipples hard and aching against the fabric.
"Oh god, it hurt—don't stop! Hnnngh!" she wailed, voice breaking into a loud sob of ecstasy, "eeeek! More!—", as another orgasm teetered on the edge.
Akira's reach below, around her waist, fingers finding her swollen clit—rolling it roughly between them while he fucked her without mercy.
The added friction made her buck wildly, pussy clenching around him—milking his girth as stars burst behind her eyelids.
Sweat poured down their bodies, the air thick with the musky scent of their rutting. He straightened up, gripping both hips now—pulling her onto him like a ragdoll, his thrusts turning savage—slam—grinding his hips in circles to stir her insides.
"Yes-yes-yes! Fuck me—ohhhh~!"
Haruno's head thrashed, moans pouring out in a torrent—her ass rippling with every impact, the red marks from his spanks glowing hotly.
When—
Akira pulled out abruptly—pop, gasp—flipping her onto her side mid-moan, but she scrambled back to her knees instinctively, ass up and quivering.
"Please... don't tease," she begged breathlessly, glancing over her shoulder with those lust-glazed eyes, her smirk twisted into a needy whine.
He chuckled darkly, slapping his cock against her entrance—teasingly—before plunging back in—THWACK—resuming the brutal rhythm without pause.
The bedframe groaned under the force—creaking—as he railed her from behind, one hand reaching forward to squeeze her bouncing tits, pinching the nipple until she yelped,
"Aaaah! Harder!"
Her moan loud and unfiltered.
Her walls fluttered erratically now, the long session dragging her toward another peak, her body slick and spent yet craving more.
Akira's grunts mingled with hers—huffing and growling—his own release building, but he held off, savoring the way she submitted, her plump ass yielding to his every smack—smack! smack!—each one drawing fresh cries from her.
Minutes stretched into what felt like hours of this raw pounding; he varied it just enough to keep her on edge—slow, deep drags that made her whimper— the begging followed by rapid-fire thrusts that had her screaming,
"Aaaaahhh! I'm breaking—oh fuck!"
Her pussy gushing around him, coating his thighs in her arousal. Haruno's arms gave out, face pressing into the pillow as she moaned muffled,
"mmph! Mmmh!"
But Akira hauled her up by the waist, forcing her to meet his hips—prolonging the ecstasy.
Finally, as her third climax ripped through her—convulse, scream—walls clamping down like a vice, she shattered—Squirting—soaking him completely, her voice hoarse from the heavy cries.
"Akira-kun! Cumming—eeeekkk!",
Her body shaking uncontrollably.
He followed seconds later, burying deep one last time—erupting—ropes of hot cum flooding her, spilling out around his cock—driping on the bed—as he growl and collapsing over her back, both panting in the aftermath, his hands still possessively kneading her reddened ass.
.....
Monday—Morning,
Akira woke up early before Haruno, as he get off the bed carefully, not wanting to wake her up.
As he reach the kitchen and started preparing breakfast.
After making breakfast, he returned to the bedroom and looked at the mischievous Yukinoshita Haruno, who was still asleep.
"I'll go first," he said quietly.
She didn't stir — her breathing was calm and steady, from the nights hardwork.
Akira leaned down and kissed her forehead softly before leaving the room.
When he stepped outside, he saw Haruno's female driver waiting at the entrance.
The woman's face was calm, expressionless as always.
"Miss Yukinoshita is still resting. She should wake up soon," Akira said while pushing his motorcycle.
"I'll wait here," the driver replied simply.
Akira nodded, said nothing more, put on his helmet, and started the motorcycle.
Vroooom—!
The roar of the engine faded as he drove away — heading back to Sakurasou.
It was still early when he arrived.
He quickly changed into his school uniform and went downstairs, ready to begin another ordinary morning.
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