Morning sunlight spilled across the classroom floor, catching on desks, glinting off windows, warming the top of Airi's head where she sat beside me. She always chose the seat near mine—close enough to touch, but not so close that others would talk.
She looked half asleep again, her hair loose, her sweater slipping just slightly off one shoulder. I glanced at her, then quickly turned back to my notebook when she noticed. She giggled softly.
"You're always like this," she whispered. "So shy."
I gave her a small smile. "I just… like listening to you."
She tilted her head. "You're so easy to tease, Ren."
And yet, her fingers reached out beneath the desk, finding mine. She held them quietly, her grip tighter than it needed to be.
Possessive. Fiercely so.
I didn't pull away.
In chemistry, she passed notes.
"Let's eat together, okay?"
I nodded, folding the note carefully like it was something valuable. She watched me the whole time, smiling like she'd won something.
During lunch, we walked out past the courtyard and found our usual spot—under a low tree near the far wall of the school where no one ever went.
She unwrapped her bento carefully and fed me the first bite without asking.
I blushed. "I can feed myself…"
"I know," she said, but didn't stop.
Her hand brushed against my leg. Innocently at first. Then deliberately. She kept her gaze on the rice ball in her hand as if it hadn't happened.
"Do you like spending time with me?" she asked quietly.
I blinked. "O-of course I do."
"Even more than… being alone?"
I hesitated. "Yeah. With you, it's… peaceful."
She smiled. But I saw the flicker in her eyes.
You're mine. That's what her silence said.
When the last bell rang, she didn't wait for permission.
"Come with me," she said, grabbing my hand.
We climbed the stairwell, up and up, to the rooftop. The wind was stronger up here, and the city spread beneath us—quiet, distant, small.
She didn't say anything at first. Just looked at me. Then stepped forward and took my face in her hands.
"Ren," she breathed, "I've wanted this all day."
Before I could respond, she kissed me.
Not gently.
Not shyly.
Hungrily.
I kissed her back, nervous and unsure, my hands hovering at her waist.
She pressed closer, pushing me back until I hit the wall. Her fingers ran through my hair, down my back, grabbing handfuls of my shirt like she couldn't get close enough.
When we finally pulled apart, her face was flushed, her breath uneven.
"Let's go home," she whispered. "No one's there."
The door clicked shut behind us at Airi's house. Silence followed. A comfortable, intimate kind.
She turned to me in the dim light of the hallway.
"I've waited all day for this," she said, stepping close.
I swallowed. "Y-you're really sure?"
She took my hand and placed it against her chest, over her racing heart.
"I want you to fuck me," she whispered, raw and direct. "Fill me up again and again."
I froze. My face turned red. "A-Airi…"
She leaned in and kissed me again—slower this time, her hands sliding under my shirt.
We made it to her bedroom, barely. Clothes scattered the floor behind us. The soft thud of the door shutting behind me was the last sound before the silence broke into gasps and sighs.
Her skin was warm, smooth. Her legs wrapped tightly around my waist.
"You're still so shy," she whispered, breath hitching as I kissed her shoulder. "But your body… always tells the truth."
I didn't reply. I couldn't. My fingers trembled slightly, and she caught them, guiding me.
"Just follow me, Ren," she said softly. "I'll tell you everything I want."
The first time was slow. She held me tightly, her voice trembling.
"Don't stop. Please… I love this. I love you like this."
The second time came quickly after. She pulled me down again, her eyes pleading.
"Again. I need to feel you. Deeper."
We shifted positions. She rode me the third time, moaning softly, biting her lip to keep from being loud.
"You fill me so perfectly. Like I was made for you."
The fourth and fifth happened without pause—heat rising between us, breathless and sweat-slicked.
"Don't hold back, Ren," she whispered. "I want all of you."
Her fingers tangled in mine. Her back arched.
"Fuck me harder."
The sixth and seventh rounds blurred together, somewhere between the bed and the floor.
She didn't care about the ache. She didn't care about the trembling in her voice. She just kept holding me, kissing me, wrapping herself around me like she wanted to disappear into my body.
"Fill me up," she said again, over and over. "Make me yours."
By the eighth time, my movements were slower. She kissed my temple, gently wiping the sweat from my face.
"You're amazing, Ren. You're mine."
The ninth round was rougher. I let her take the lead.
She moved over me with practiced control, eyes never leaving mine.
"I love seeing your face when I ride you," she whispered.
And the tenth…
That was soft again.
She pulled me close, held me still, whispered my name again and again like a spell.
We collapsed together, tangled in sheets, skin warm against skin.
She smiled, half-asleep. "I can't believe I still want more."
I brushed the hair from her eyes.
She was still beautiful.
Still dangerous.
Still mine.
And still utterly unaware of the world I lived in outside of this room.
End of Chapter 4