Her hands wrapped around him carefully, as if testing the weight and the heat it radiated. A bead of precum glistened at the tip as she squeezed lightly; she leaned forward and licked it away with a hesitant swipe of her tongue.
Rin watched her carefully, as an internal, dry thought surfaced: 'Eh? Was Akane a pervert all along? You think you know someone…'
He then exhaled quietly.
"Haahhh, what a pain," he muttered, half-pouting despite himself.
He'd planned to finish fast and leave, but the sight of her on her knees—breasts still bare and marked from his mouth, bunny panties clinging damply between her thighs—stirred more interest than he wanted to admit.
This would be the first time he would have sex with her. Previously, it was just simple molesting and sexual harassment that the lewd meter demanded for, on short notice.
Akane looked up at him, hazel eyes dark with need, and took him deeper into her throat without another word.
The storage room door remained closed, the campus outside oblivious to the debauchery ongoing.
***
AKANE'S POV
I never thought I'd end up on my knees in a dusty storage room, mouth full of THE Kiyoshi Rin's cock, but here I am, and my god, I wouldn't trade it for anything.
It usually used to be sudden harassments from him—grabbing my ass and apologizing afterward, groping my boobs and apologizing afterwards, unexpectedly burying his face in my thighs and apologizing afterwards—but today he took it up a notch and actually sucked my boobs…
There was no way I could've let it end without anything ambitious happening.
His taste floods my tongue; warm, slightly saline, with that faint musk that's just him. I take him deeper, my lips stretching around his thickness, my cheeks hollowing as I suck harder.
The vein along the underside pulses against my tongue when I trace it slowly and deliberately.
I drop my head in, letting him hit the back of my throat, gagging just a little because the sound makes his hips twitch.
My hands wrap around the base, stroking what I can't swallow yet, twisting gently on every upstroke. Saliva drips down my chin, messy and shameless, pooling on the floor between my knees.
I don't care. I want him to see how much I want this; how much I've always wanted him. Maybe it'd go through today.
*
From the very first day he transferred into our year, I was head over heels. It was love at first sight.
Those deep blue eyes, that dark hair falling just right, the way he carried himself like the world was a mild inconvenience.
He looked grouchy most of the time, brows slightly furrowed, and his mouth set in a line that screamed "don't talk to me."
But grouchy guys… don't stop to pet stray cats behind the vending machines, do they?
They don't help confused old grandmas cross the busy street near campus without a word.
They don't show up to community cleanups on weekends, quietly picking up trash for hours while other kids our age chats and takes selfies somewhere.
I know this because I followed him. Once. Or twice. Okay, maybe more than that. But I sure was careful, so he never noticed.
I saw the real him: the reserved kindness, the patience, the way he listened when people talked even though he acted like he was bored.
He would make a good husband someday. A great one.
And if I could just have him, maybe I wouldn't have to go through with the marriage my parents keep pushing me into; an alliance with some boring rich kid from another family, all for administrative ties I don't care about.
But with Rin… everything would definitely be different.
Though, there are these " attendants" of his. Those stunning people always around him:
Inferna-san with her perfect stoic beauty; Munganda-san with that supernatural, yet suggestive grace.
Chris-san who looks like he stepped out of a fashion magazine, the other one in his house called Karen, with her lazy, seductive charm; even that awfully pale fellow with them presently.
They're all so gorgeous, and so devoted, trailing after him like it's the most natural thing in the world.
I can't compete with that. I'm just Akane; decent face, okay body. The only special thing about me would be my fire ability, which only a handful of people even know about because dad instructed that I keep it hidden.
But still, I wouldn't be surprised if they all had abilities too. They're on another level. They… probably know every inch of him, every sound he makes when he cums.
Ah, the thought stings me, sharp and hot in my chest.
I pull off his cock with a wet slurp, strings of saliva connecting my lips to the glistening tip. I look up at him.
He's leaning against a stack of boxes, arms loosely at his sides, his expression was almost bored. But seeing the faint flush high on his cheeks and the way his blue eyes darken when they meet mine, I know I am going somewhere.
I rise slowly, knees aching a little, and press my lips to his. He surprisingly kisses me back without hesitation, one hand coming up to cup my jaw. His mouth is warm, and tastes like me now.
"Hey..." I ask against his lips, voice barely above a whisper. "Do you think I'm being weird?"
He pulls back just enough to look at me, brow raised as his tongue swiped the string of saliva connecting him to me.
So hot!
"Huh? You're always weird. Even stalking me sometimes. That's a crime, you know?"
H-He knew?!
But he continues, softer, "Inferna is weird. Munganda is weird. And even I am weird, sometimes... Just sometimes, though. My point is, being weird isn't necessarily bad… Now if I told you I slept with a goddess before reincarnating to another world, you'd think I'm weird."
My eyes widen.
For a second there I think he's serious; then the absurdity hits me and I burst out laughing, tears pricking at the corners.
I clutch his shirt to stay upright, the giggles shaking me.
"Hahaha! Goddess? Reincarnation? You read too much light novels, Rin..."
I wipe my eyes, still smiling, and look at him closely. His expression hasn't changed much, but there's something gentle in it now.
My heart pounds. I think… this is it. I can say it now.
"Now, if I said... I l-l-liked you, you'd also think I'm weird, r-right?"