The fluorescent light in the third-floor boys' bathroom flickered faintly, the only sound at first being the distant hum of the ventilation fan.
Takumi leaned back against the cool tile wall of the locked stall, one hand threaded loosely through Kushida's hair as her head moved in a steady, eager rhythm.
She had cornered him here ten minutes ago, slipping in just after he'd entered, locking the main door with a quick twist of the bolt, her usual bubbly smile replaced by something far hungrier.
It wasn't the first time in the last few days she'd tried to get him alone. Ever since that night in her dorm room, when he'd taken her virginity in three long, exhaustive rounds, Kikyo Kushida had become relentless.
She'd text him at odd hours, linger after group study sessions, brush against him "accidentally" in the hallways. Yesterday he'd even caught her shooting a sharp, venomous glare at Haruka Hasebe when Hasebe had casually linked arms with him during lunch. Takumi hadn't liked it, Hasebe was his official girlfriend in this world, the one the system required to avoid punishment, and he had no intention of letting Kushida's newfound possessiveness jeopardize that.
But she hadn't acted on it beyond the look, so he'd let it slide. For now.
Kushida's lips slid down his length again, taking as much of his ten inches as she could manage, her tongue pressing flat against the underside as she bobbed. The wet heat of her mouth was exquisite, the soft hum she let out vibrating straight through him.
Takumi exhaled slowly, eyes half-lidded, one hand braced against the stall wall while the other guided her gently, not forcing, just encouraging the pace she'd already set with desperate enthusiasm.
His mind wandered even as pleasure coiled tighter in his gut. The class had been briefed this morning about the upcoming special exam. Everyone had to pass as a group or face severe point penalties, maybe even expulsions for the lowest contributors.
Takumi wasn't worried; his position was secure, his points high. But he knew some of the idiots in Class D were already panicking, Hirata trying to rally everyone, Ike and Yamauchi whispering about how "unfair" it was. Predictable.
What interested him more was the little piece of leverage he'd collected months ago, back at the start of the year. A short video clip, recorded discreetly, a Class A student. Masumi Kamuro, stealing a beer can from the supermarket. He'd held onto it, waiting for the right moment.
With the island exam looming and inter-class alliances starting to form, that moment might be approaching fast.
Kushida's pace quickened, her hand wrapping around the base to stroke what her mouth couldn't reach, eyes flicking up to meet his with a mix of submission and triumph. The sight of the usually perfect, idol-like Kushida on her knees for him, cheeks hollowed, lips stretched, mascara just barely holding, sent a fresh surge of heat through him.
He tightened his grip in her hair slightly, hips rocking forward once, twice. "Kikyo…" he warned, voice low.
She didn't pull away. Instead she took him deeper, humming again, and that was enough.
Takumi's breath caught as he came, pulsing hot down her throat. Kushida swallowed every drop, throat working around him until he was spent, only then easing back with a soft, wet pop. She licked her lips, wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, and stood, smoothing her skirt and turning to the small mirror taped inside the stall door to fix her hair.
"Too bad we have to get to class now," she said, voice light but laced with promise as she reapplied a touch of lip gloss from her pocket. "But I'll find you later, okay?"
Takumi nodded, tucking himself away and zipping up. "Go ahead. I'll follow in a minute."
She flashed him a secretive smile, unlocked the stall, checked the hallway, and slipped out, the door clicking softly behind her.
He stayed there a moment longer, leaning against the wall, the faint taste of her still lingering in the air.
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The late afternoon sun filtered through the thin curtains of Takumi's dorm room, casting a warm, golden haze over the sparse furniture. The chill outside did little to cool the building tension inside Advanced Nurturing High School.
The island exam loomed just days away, but Takumi's mind was far from class strategies or point allocations. He'd been lounging on his bed, scrolling through his phone, reviewing that incriminating clip of Masumi Kamuro from Class A. It had been a goldmine, tucked away for months, and now it was paying dividends.
A sharp knock echoed through the door, pulling him from his thoughts. Takumi set his phone down, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. Rising smoothly, he crossed the room and opened the door.
There stood Masumi Kamuro, her purple hair tied back in its usual ponytail, her sharp features twisted into a rude, defiant scowl. She didn't wait for an invitation, she stormed past him into the room, her school uniform skirt swishing with the force of her steps. The door clicked shut behind her, and she whirled to face him, arms crossed tightly over her chest.
"What do you want?" she demanded, her voice laced with venom. "To delete that damn video. Name your price."
Takumi couldn't help but laugh, a low, amused chuckle that echoed in the small space. He leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms, genuinely pleased by her directness. No games, no pretense, she cut straight to the chase, just like he'd expected from Sakayanagi's pragmatic enforcer.
"Straight to the point, huh? I like that, Kamuro. Saves us both time."
She glared harder, her cheeks flushing slightly under the intensity of his gaze. "Don't play dumb. You know what I mean. What'll it take?"
He tilted his head, his eyes raking over her body with deliberate, perverted intent, lingering on the curve of her hips, the swell of her breasts beneath her blouse, the long legs that carried her with such confidence. "Guess," he said simply, his voice dropping to a husky murmur.
Kamuro scoffed, rolling her eyes, but there was a flicker of unease in her expression. She shifted her weight, trying to maintain her tough facade. "Fine. Information on Class A? Strategies for the island exam? Sakayanagi's plans? I can get you whatever you need."
Takumi pushed off the door, stepping closer, his smirk widening. "That could be useful," he admitted, circling her slowly like a predator sizing up prey. "But honestly? I don't even care about all that. Class A's secrets are a bonus, not the main event."
She paused, her eyes narrowing as realization dawned. A heavy sigh escaped her lips, her shoulders slumping just a fraction. Without another word, she reached up, her fingers trembling slightly as she began to unbutton her blouse. Slowly, deliberately, she peeled it open, revealing the lacy black bra beneath, simple but elegant, hugging her full breasts. The fabric whispered against her skin as she shrugged it off, letting it drop to the floor.
Next came her skirt, unzipped and sliding down her toned legs, pooling at her ankles. She stepped out of it, now standing in just her underwear and socks, her skin prickling with goosebumps from the cool air, or perhaps from the vulnerability.
Takumi watched every movement, his arousal stirring as she exposed herself. But he wasn't one to take risks. As she bent slightly to adjust her stance, he pulled out his phone and dialed her number. Her pocket buzzed, and she froze, reaching for her own phone with a confused frown, pulling it out to stare at the incoming call.
"What the...?"
"Just making sure," Takumi said casually, ending the call. "Didn't want you recording this little negotiation. Smart girls like you might try something sneaky."
Her eyes widened in irritation, but she tossed her phone onto his desk without protest. Before she could retort, Takumi closed the distance in two strides, grabbing her by the waist and lifting her effortlessly off the ground. She yelped in surprise, her legs kicking instinctively as he carried her toward the bedroom area of his dorm suite.
Her body was light but firm in his arms, athletic from whatever training Sakayanagi put her through, and the feel of her bare skin against his clothed form sent a thrill through him.
He kicked the bedroom door shut behind them, setting her down on the edge of the bed just long enough to yank off his shirt, revealing his toned chest and abs, scars from past "adventures" faint but visible. Then he was on her, cupping her face and crashing his lips against hers in a demanding kiss.
Kamuro stiffened at first, her hands pushing half-heartedly against his shoulders, but as his tongue invaded her mouth, tasting faintly of mint, she relented, kissing back with a mix of resentment and reluctant heat. Her bra came off next, unclasped with a flick of his fingers, her breasts spilling free, full and perky, nipples hardening in the air.
Breaking the kiss, Takumi stepped back, his hands going to his belt. With a swift motion, he unzipped his pants and whipped out his cock, ten inches of thick, veined hardness springing free and slapping against her cheek as she sat there, stunned. Kamuro's eyes went wide, her mouth parting in genuine shock.
"What the hell...?" she breathed, staring at it, the sheer size making her cheeks burn hotter. It throbbed visibly, already leaking a bead of precum.
Before she could process, Takumi grabbed her again, lifting her high into the air with effortless strength. He spun her upside down, positioning them in a standing 69, her thighs clamped around his head, her face level with his erection.
She gasped as his mouth descended on her core, his tongue delving deeply into her folds through the thin fabric of her panties at first, then shoving them aside with his teeth. He licked greedily, tasting her arousal, tart and sweet, as his tongue probed her entrance, flicking against her clit with expert precision.
"Wait, ah!" Kamuro's protest melted into a moan, her body arching involuntarily. Takumi thrust his hips forward, pushing the head of his cock against her lips.
Reluctantly at first, then with growing urgency, she opened her mouth, taking him in. Her tongue swirled around the tip, sucking tentatively as he held her steady in the air. The position was intense, blood rushing to her head, his strong arms supporting her weight effortlessly. She bobbed her head as best she could, gagging slightly on his girth but adapting, her saliva coating him as she sucked harder.
Takumi groaned into her pussy, the vibrations sending shivers through her. His tongue delved deeper, lapping at her inner walls, and he realized with a surge of excitement that she wasn't a virgin, her body responded too fluidly, her wetness too immediate.
No telltale tightness or hesitation, she'd done this before. The thought made his cock swell even harder in her mouth, throbbing against her tongue as he redoubled his efforts, sucking on her clit while his fingers spread her folds wider.
Kamuro's moans grew muffled around his length, her hips grinding against his face. The pleasure built rapidly, coiling tight in her core until it snapped, she came hard, her thighs quaking around his head, juices flooding his mouth as she cried out, the sound garbled by his cock. Her body trembled in his grip, waves of ecstasy crashing through her.
Takumi eased her down gently, setting her on her knees on the floor, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. His cock glistened with her saliva, still rock-hard and demanding. "Suck it," he commanded, voice rough with need.
She breathed out heavily, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, her eyes glazed but defiant. Kneeling properly now, she wrapped her fingers around the base, her hand barely encircling his thickness, and leaned in, sucking slowly at first. Her lips stretched around him, tongue tracing the veins as she took him inch by inch, bobbing with deliberate slowness.
The taste of him filled her senses, and despite herself, she felt a fresh ache between her legs. Gradually, she picked up speed, sucking a little quicker, her cheeks hollowing with each pull.
As his cock began to throb in her mouth, swelling with impending release, Kamuro pulled back suddenly, a smirk curling her lips despite the mess of saliva on her chin.
"You'll delete the video, right?" she asked, her voice husky but teasing, one hand still stroking him lazily.
Takumi's eyes narrowed, an angry smirk twisting his features. He was on the edge, and her little power play only fueled his dominance. "Yeah," he growled. "I will."
Satisfied, she rubbed him slowly now, teasing, her thumb circling the head, smearing the precum. She leaned in again, sucking with renewed vigor, her head moving faster, taking him deeper until he hit the back of her throat. The wet, slurping sounds filled the room, her free hand cupping his balls, massaging gently.
Takumi felt the climax building, unstoppable. As he teetered on the brink, he grabbed her head with both hands, fingers tangling in her purple hair. With a feral thrust, he drove his cock deep into her throat, holding her there as he came, hot, thick ropes pulsing out, flooding her mouth and spilling down her throat. She gagged, eyes watering, but swallowed reflexively, her throat working around him until he was empty, his groans echoing in the room.