I didn't knock.
The door was already unlocked, and when I stepped inside, I found her standing in the middle of the living room—barefoot, hoodie halfway zipped,her boobs in clear view, nothing underneath.
Her eyes were wild.
"Lock the door," she said.
I did.
"You okay?"
"No," she whispered. "I need you."
She grabbed my face and kissed me like she was drowning. Tongue hot. Breath ragged. No pretense. No control. The second our lips touched, everything between us snapped—weeks of tension unraveling into something hot, raw, and desperate.
Her fingers yanked my shirt up, clawing at my skin, while I slid my hands down to her bare thighs and lifted her. Her legs wrapped around me like it was instinct.
I turned and pinned her to the wall. Her breath hitched, lips swollen from kissing, eyes dark with want.
"You gonna fuck me, Renji?"
"You want gentle or savage?"
"I want honest. However you're feeling… give me that."
System (voice sultry, giggling): Honest Mode: ON~ Mmm, give her the real you, tiger..."
I pressed my forehead to hers.
"You ever been wanted like this?"
"Never."
"Good. 'Cause I'm not stopping."
I let her down just long enough to yank off her hoodie and toss it aside. No bra. Just perfect, soft skin and nipples hard from the rush. I kissed her throat, then down across her collarbone, her chest, slow and reverent.
She gasped when I sucked her nipple into my mouth, moaning as I swirled my tongue around it, while using my other hand to massage the second boob. Her hands stayed tangled in my hair, hips grinding forward.
"Renji—fuck…"
"Shh. Let me feel you."
I dropped to my knees in front of her, hooked her thighs over my shoulders, and leaned in.
Her pussy glistened—dripping, needy, open just for me.
I licked up her slit, slow, watching her face contort with pleasure. She bit her lip, but the moan escaped anyway.
"Oh—shit—"
I dove in—tongue curling against her clit, flicking fast, then slow, then fast again. She leaned back against the wall, hands gripping my head, legs trembling as her hips bucked against my face.
"F-fuck—keep going—just like that—"
I sucked harder, tongue teasing her entrance, then deep inside. Her thighs clenched around my head as she rode my mouth like she couldn't get enough.
"I'm gonna—shit—I'm coming—!"
She let out a cry that cracked in the middle, her whole body shaking as she came hard against my tongue.
I held her through it, licking her slow, soft, until her body slumped and her legs nearly gave out.
I stood, wiping my mouth, my dick straining against my jeans. She looked at me—eyes wild, lips parted, flushed and wrecked.
"You're evil."
"You love it."
"Yeah," she breathed. "I fucking do."
She grabbed my pants and dropped to her knees. Her hands unbuckled my belt fast, hungry, like she couldn't wait another second. She pulled my cock out and stared at it like it was her salvation.
"Let me return the favor."
Her tongue slid out, licking the underside from base to tip, then wrapped her lips around the head. She moaned like I was her favorite flavor.
"Goddamn, Rika—"
She went slow at first—taking me inch by inch, using her tongue like a tease, hands massaging my balls. But then she sped up, eyes locked on mine the whole time as she swallowed more and more.
I groaned, grabbing a fistful of her hair.
"Fuck—you're gonna make me—"
She sucked harder, hollowing her cheeks, milking every reaction out of me. When I finally came, it was with a low, guttural growl.
"Shit—I'm—fuck—"
I pulsed down her throat, and she took every drop, swallowing like it was nothing, then licking her lips slow and dirty.
"Now go back to class, troublemaker."
"This count as detention?"
"Don't push it."
Later that night, the messages didn't stop.
Rika:
I swear, if you keep showing up like this, I might just break in public.
Me:
That's the goal.
System:
Emotional Sync – 47%
Lust Sync – 59%
Then…
Rika:
I just touched myself in the shower thinking about your mouth. I came so hard I almost slipped.
Me:
Should've let me help. I'd hold your hips while I eat you against the tile.
Rika:
You're not safe. You're a disease.
Me:
Then don't take the cure.
System (soft moan):
Warning: Emotional entanglement rising. Proceed with caution.
…Or don't~
I was in her head.
I was under her skin.
She wanted me.
She Needed me.
And I needed her.
[To Be Continued…]