Nana Osanai's face stiffened. "It really has nothing to do with me! That day, I—"
"Stop, stop," Yuu Hoshimiya interrupted. "I'm not a cop, and I'm not here to grill you about a hit-and-run. You don't need to explain yourself to me."
"Then..." The high-fashion model with the long, fiery orange hair looked at him with confusion. She wasn't surprised that someone with Yuu's influence knew about the Sawaki Kohei incident, even if the media hadn't reported it yet. But she didn't understand why he was bringing it up now.
Yuu wasn't a selfless saint. He brought it up for two reasons: to break the ice so the upcoming "transaction" wouldn't feel too stiff, and to make it clear that he was here to collect on a debt. A beautiful woman being saved and then repaying the hero with her body—wasn't that a classic tale?
"I was the one who investigated Sawaki Kohei and had the police arrest him," Yuu explained simply. "Through his confession, I learned about your hit-and-run, and quite by accident, I saved your life. While saving you wasn't my original intent, the result is the same. It's only fair that you provide some compensation, right?"
"Fair..." Nana whispered. She finally understood how she had landed on the radar of such a powerful figure. Internally, her arrogant nature wanted to snap back, 'I didn't ask you to save me,' but she wasn't stupid. Looking at Yuu's mysterious aura and the fact that he moved the Suzuki family like chess pieces, she knew she couldn't refuse.
Yuu didn't care what she thought. "The only thing about you that interests me is this body of yours. So..."
Nana nodded. She didn't say something asinine like "I can give you money." She knew that for a man who could demand her presence through the Suzuki Zaibatsu, her "hot, pure body" was the only currency she had that held any value. Losing her virginity was better than losing her life, and looking at Yuu—young, strong, and handsome—she figured she wasn't exactly getting a raw deal.
She set her sunglasses and bag aside, swept her red hair back, and walked over to him. "How should I address you?" she asked, her voice softening into a seductive purr as she pressed herself against him.
Yuu smiled, satisfied. High ego didn't mean low IQ. A smart woman knew when to change her tune. "Call me Boss," he said, pulling her into his arms.
"Yes, Boss," Nana replied obediently, her long lashes fluttering as his hand slid down to grip her slender waist. Yuu pulled her close, ready to taste her.
"Boss... at least close the curtains first," Nana whispered into his ear. She still had an idol's image to protect. If a paparazzi caught this, her career would be over. But her warm breath only served to excite Yuu further.
He squeezed her waist hard and pushed her back against the sofa cushions, pinning her down with his weight. The talking was over; it was time to get to work.
"Boss!" Nana gasped, but she stopped protesting and surrendered to his strength. Yuu captured her lips, drinking in the heat of her mouth. His hand snaked under the hem of her black dress, feeling the electric smoothness of her long, model-tier legs.
Nana's body trembled. Whether out of nervousness or instinct, she began to rhythmically grind her narrow, supple waist against his crotch, sending jolts of friction through "Little Yuu." Yuu groaned and moved his hand up, bypassing her flat belly to cup her perky breasts. He squeezed the buds through the fabric, making her writhe beneath him.
He moved from her lips to her earlobe, biting the sensitive flesh. Nana's eyes grew misty. He pulled at her clothes, making her look provocatively disheveled. He licked the hollow of her collarbone—thankfully, it tasted of skin, not makeup—and felt her heart racing against his chest.
His hand moved to her backside, squeezing the firm, elastic mounds of her ass. The sofa was becoming too cramped for his ambitions. Yuu scooped the model up and tossed her onto the large bed.
"Take off the dress," he commanded.
Nana complied, sliding the dress down to her waist. She was wearing lace-edged silk lingerie and a tiny pair of panties. The contrast of the black silk against her pale skin and her fiery orange hair was intoxicating. Yuu slid his hand from her shoulder to her underarm, cupping the underside of her breast and kneading it gently.
Nana didn't resist. She let out a series of soft, airy moans. Yuu could feel her nipples hardening through the silk. He took her head in his hands and kissed her again, their tongues battling with heat and saliva.
As they melted into each other, Yuu unhooked her bra. Her breasts—perfectly shaped "white rabbits"—leaped out. Her nipples were a delicate pink, enlarged by her arousal. Yuu kissed his way down her neck to the deep cleavage, following her moans as he began to play with the cherries. He sucked and nipped at the tips, while Nana arched her back, her hands gripping his hair and pulling him closer.
"Ah... mmm..."
Yuu reached down. The model's "secret garden" was already a swamp. He stroked the narrow slit of her panties, rubbing the fabric against her sensitive clitoris. Nana's legs kicked at the sheets in a trance of pleasure.
Yuu's fingers dipped inside the lace, finding the wet, pink pearl and rubbing it vigorously. Between her anxiety and her mounting sexual urge, Nana looked breathtakingly flushed. Yuu shed his own clothes. When the "Fierce Dragon" sprang free—veiny, thick, and intimidating—Nana gasped and swallowed hard. She had seen adult videos, but this was a different beast entirely.
She knelt before him, pulling his pants down the rest of the way. She stared at the pulsing red head of the dragon and tentatively reached out her tongue to lick the tip—one of Yuu's most sensitive spots. Finding it too large to take all at once, she used her saliva to lubricate it before attempting to swallow it.
Her first time giving head was clumsy, but Yuu guided her. She used her teeth lightly on the shaft, her head bobbing up and down. The sheer length meant he was hitting the back of her throat, causing her to gag, but Yuu held her head in place, encouraging her.
"Just a little longer... almost there."
Nana tried to smile through the fullness of her mouth. She licked the edge of the head and used her hand to stroke the shaft, even taking his balls into her mouth. Yuu didn't intend to hold back. As he reached the point of no return, he thrust forward, burying himself deep in her throat.
"Mmph! Ghk—!"
Nana's eyes bulged as he erupted. He held her there, ensuring she took every drop of the thick, white nectar. By the time he let go, she was coughing, a bit of the fluid even escaping from her nose as she gasped for air.