I guessed this was how it felt to date someone who was a twisted blend of a sociopath and a narcissist at the same damn time.
Still, I wasn't entirely sure if Kushida was actually a sociopath or a straight-up psychopath. I hadn't seen her living environment yet whether it was abusive, cold, or perfectly good and normal, there was nothing I actually knew for certain.
Maybe she wasn't either. Maybe she was just a pure narcissist with a full-blown God Complex, the type whose hunger for validation was so absurdly over-the-top it could stand shoulder to shoulder with Crowley himself.
Yeah, that Crowley.
Aleister fucking Crowley.
Of course, I didn't give a shit about the personal flaws other people carried in their daily lives. I didn't care if they were insecure, emotionally broken, or overcompensating.
All I cared about was whether it was comfortable or tolerable to be around them.
If they annoyed me, I'd erase them from my awareness like they didn't even exist.
That's it.
No drama. No noise. Just cold, surgical indifference.
So far, there was nothing about Kushida that made me uncomfortable enough to push her away, at least, not yet.
Anyway, instead of going back to my own place or Arisu's villa, I went to a private house I'd bought in Chiba where I planned to change clothes.
This place had a wardrobe full of dresses Arisu and Honami often wore.
Honami's size would fit Kushida perfectly.
Arisu's?
Not even close.
Arisu's chest was small, cute at best, but nothing compared to Kushida's massive tits.
That was a fact.
There was no competition in that department.
But when it came to pure cuteness and charm, Arisu could crush Kushida without breaking a sweat.
Arisu didn't have to try hard or fake a personality like Kushida did when she socialized. People just naturally gathered around her, no matter how mischievous and downright naughty that legal loli could be.
Her looks were still lethal, and I had to admit, even now, she still fascinated me.
"How is it, Kushida? Any dress catching your eye?" I asked casually.
"Whose dresses are these?" she shot back, her voice laced with suspicion and a sharp, wary look in her eyes.
"My sister's," I said with a shrug. "If you want, I can arrange for you to meet her sometime."
I didn't mention Arisu by name, common sense 101. You don't bring up another woman in front of your date, especially not in a way that could be taken as competition.
That's just plain stupid.
Kushida didn't reply immediately.
Instead, she narrowed her eyes and gave me a glare. "Why don't you leave, pervert? Do you get off on watching women change clothes and strip naked in front of you?"
"I thought we were boyfriend and girlfriend, Kushida. That's cold," I said, smirking. "Or maybe you want me to change here too?"
My tone was teasing, almost daring.
She snorted with disdain. "Huh. Pervert. You must be wanting that, right?"
Without waiting for my answer, she turned toward the wardrobe, picked a dress she liked, and began changing right in front of me, completely unbothered.
When she peeled off her school uniform, unclipped her bra, and slid her panties down, I got the full view her huge tits bouncing free, her pussy fully exposed, every curve in perfect, shameless detail.
I stripped too, pulling on my black t-shirt and matching trousers, but my eyes couldn't help lingering on her naked body.
My cock was still hard from the show she was giving me.
It was a feast for the eyes and I was still savoring every second of it.
I mused.
Seeing the tent in my trousers, Kushida's eyes instantly caught it, and a mocking smirk spread across her face.
"Huh, it can't be helped then. You really are just a hopeless pervert, aren't you?" she said, her tone dripping with playful disdain.
Without giving me any more warning, she dropped to her knees right in front of me.
I could feel my pulse hammering in my crotch as she grabbed the waistband of my trousers and yanked them down.
My cock sprang free, hard and throbbing, the sudden cool air only making it twitch more.
"Be grateful, pervert," she said with a little snort, her tone equal parts annoyed and aroused.
Her hand wrapped around my shaft, fingers squeezing clumsily as she began stroking it up and down without much rhythm.
"Keep going, Kushida. This… this feels so good." I groaned, my head tilting back in pleasure as she picked up the pace, her strokes growing faster.
But no matter how much effort she put in, my erection didn't soften for a single second. In fact, it just throbbed harder.
That seemed to throw her off, she actually stopped for a moment, blinking at my still-rigid cock.
"Why the hell is this thing still hard, pervert?" she asked, almost as if it was my fault.
"Well… you could always use your..." I started, my words trailing off as my eyes flicked down to the obvious destination.
Her lips.
She caught where my gaze landed.
Her eyes narrowed, but instead of taking the hint, she gripped me even harder, as if trying to overpower my stubborn erection by force alone.
Her fist moved with almost violent determination, the veins on the back of her hand standing out.
Fuck… this woman's insane.
She's gonna crush my cock at this rate.
Feeling like I'd had enough of her awkward and almost painful handjob, I slapped her hand away. She seemed to get the hint right away and let go, her fingers slipping off my shaft, but I wasn't about to just let things end there.
Without giving her a chance to react, I reached out, grabbed her head firmly with both hands and shoved my cock straight into her mouth.
She let out a muffled yelp of shock, her eyes going wide as I forced myself past her lips without so much as asking.
Sorry, Kushida, but you seriously suck at this.
If she couldn't do it right, I'd take control myself.
I held her head in place and started thrusting my hips, fucking her mouth in steady, deep strokes.
Each time I drove in, she made choked, wet noises "gurgh… gurgh…" her saliva mixing with my pre-cum as it dribbled down her chin.
It didn't take long.
The tight heat of her mouth and the sight of her helpless expression pushed me over the edge.
I groaned deeply as I unloaded every drop straight into her throat, forcing her to swallow until she gagged hard.
When I finally pulled out, she coughed violently, spitting a little of my cum onto the floor as she gasped for air.
A thick strand of semen hung from her lips as she wiped at her mouth with the back of her hand.
"You… jerk. I'll never, ever help you again," she spat out between coughs, glaring at me with flushed cheeks and watery eyes.
I scratched the back of my head awkwardly, still catching my breath, and pulled my trousers back up now that my erection was finally calming down.
"Alright, alright… how about I make it up to you? I'll take you somewhere expensive, Kushida-san. You can buy whatever you want. My treat."
Her expression softened, just a little, but the fire in her glare returned almost instantly.
"You're treating me like a call girl? How dare you, asshole?" she snapped, baring her teeth like she was about to bite me.
I stepped back quickly. "Hey, hey, no biting, Kushida-san. I'm serious about the offer."
Seriously, why did this woman act like some rabid dog half the time?
She eventually stopped her attack, though her brows were still furrowed. "Don't be a dick and forceful next time, Takashi. I get that maybe you've never been with a woman before or maybe you've never done anything with one except with me, but you need to learn some self-control. Treat women better."
I nodded like a scolded student, putting on the act of taking her words to heart. "Understood, sensei. I'll treat you nicely next time."
I even gave her a little salute for good measure.
She rolled her eyes. "Ugh, stop being dramatic and lead the way. You said you'd treat me somewhere expensive, right?"
"Yes, princess," I said with a grin, escorting her like some kind of gentleman.
Inside, though, I was cursing her.
Girl, you said you didn't want it, yet now you're the first one to jump at my offer for a treat.
Women's hearts are impossible to predict. No wonder so many of my buddies died virgins. If every woman was as much trouble as Kushida, dating would be a full-scale war for any guy.
Luckily for me, I'm built different.
Any difficulty in dating? Solved, because I'm here.
I mused to myself with a smirk.
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