The car returned to the Japanese restaurant.
Akira stepped out and approached Yukinoshita Yukino as he passed the key back to her driver.
Who was beside Yukino.
"I thought I'd have to wait for you a long time."
Yukinoshita Yukino said as she put away her phone, her cold gaze lifting toward the approaching figure, her face....calm.
Akira Fujimiya stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her, as he begin slowly.
"To be honest, I really wanted to stay a little longer...since it was my first time in her apartment — But the moment I imagined you waiting here alone (he ignore the driver existence), I had to quickly leave and comfort you!."
Yukino's expression didn't change much, but her lips pursed slightly.
"You and Takahashi Kanae…"
Akira smirked as he shamelessly replied, "I didn't take the initiative, but I didn't refuse either."
STEP!
As soon as Akira said that, Yukino stepped hard on his shoes.
Akira looked down at the irritated Second Miss Yukinoshita—her cheeks tinted the slightest red—then lowered his head and captured her lips.
Yukino didn't push him away.
When the kiss ended, she slowly exhaled, looked aside, and whispered:
"…Baka (Idiot)."
Akira only smiled and released her.
The two quietly put on their helmets and mounted the motorcycle, Yukino gesture towards the driver to go before them.
Her Driver nodded her head without hesitation and follow her order.
Yukino look at the departing car before she leaned against his back—soft, gentle, warmer than she would ever admit.
He didn't go fast, as if wanting to prolong the moment.
After half an hour, the motorcycle entered the apartment's underground garage.
They took the elevator to Yukino's floor.
Yukino opened her door, and Akira immediately stepped inside, took off his shoes, and without hesitation scooped her up into his arms.
She hurriedly wrapped her arms around his neck, hiding her face in his chest.
Her voice trembled slightly, "…Try being gentler, Akira."
Akira chuckled,
"Yukino-chan, did Haruno teach you anything today?"
Yukino stiffened, "My sister said… you are a bad man."
"Really? I'll admit… I have wicked thoughts." His breath brushed her ear playfully. "Like—"
"Don't say it!" Her face flared red, as she quickly said.
"Don't worry I will be gentle..." Akira promised.
She interrupted in a whisper, eyes wavering, "…I'm not… as good as Yui. So… give me time."
Akira relaxed his hold and smiled softly.
"We'll work on it together. I'll help Yukino-chan reach Yui's level at least. Yui is a natural…so it will be hard to catch up."
Yukino pouted.
"I envy Yui…"
"Yui envies you too. She always complains her shoulders hurt."
Yukino blinked, curious, '…I want to experience shoulder pain too.'
Akira nearly laughed, her expression giving away her thoughts.
He then carried her through the threshold of her bedroom door, the soft click of it shutting behind them echoing faintly in the quiet space.
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Inside Yukino Bedroom—
The room was a reflection of her personality—cozy yet meticulously organized, with bookshelves lining one wall, filled with classic literature and neatly stacked novels, guide that she used to read and he can also see his Manga- Non Non Biyori there.
A bedside lamp emitted a warm, golden glow, casting long shadows across the minimalist decor: a simple wooden desk, a plush rug underfoot, and her neatly made bed with crisp white sheets and a few decorative pillows.
The air carried a faint scent of lavender from her diffuser, mingling with the subtle tension of anticipation.
It's like she knew what he is going to do—
He gently lowered her onto the edge of the bed, his arms lingering around her waist for a moment longer than necessary.
Yukino's heart raced, her composed facade cracking just a little under his gaze. She knew that he is going to do it again, it will be their second time doing it, and the memory of their first—awkward yet tender—still lingered, building a fragile confidence in her that Akira also like her body. Yet, insecurities gnawed at her, especially about her body.
Akira knelt before her, his eyes locking onto hers with a blend of tenderness and raw hunger that made her stomach flutter. His hands, warm and steady, slid up her sides, fingers deftly working the buttons of her blouse one by one.
The fabric parted slowly, revealing the pale skin of her collarbone, then the modest swell of her chest encased in a simple white bra. He cupped her small breasts gently at first, his thumbs brushing over her nipples through the thin fabric, feeling them pebble instantly under his touch.
''Yukino-chan,'' he whispered, his voice low and husky, laced with affection, "your breasts are perfect—cute and sensitive, just begging for my touch. They're so responsive, look how your nipples perk up for me already.''
His words were hot, encouraging, wrapping around her like a loving caress as he lovingly gaze at the perk.
Yukino's cheeks flushed a deep crimson, heat blooming across her face as she averted her eyes, staring at the pattern on the bedsheets.
Her body trembled slightly, a mix of embarrassment and arousal coursing through her. She could feel warmth pooling between her thighs, her breath hitching in her throat. "Akira... don't say such things," she murmured, her voice tsundere-tinged but softer, more submissive than she'd admit. In her mind, doubts swirled — She already knew that even though he didn't do it with Yui, he might have already seen her bare body: They're nothing like Yui's—bigger, fuller. Why does he even bother woth them?
But his touch silenced the thoughts, if only for a moment.
Akira's fingers hooked under the clasp of her bra, unhooking it with practiced ease. The straps slipped down her shoulders, and he peeled it away, letting it fall to the floor.
Her pale, petite mounds were exposed now, rosy tips already hardening in the cool air of the room.
They were small, fitting perfectly in his palms, delicate and twitching for his attention.
He leaned in closer, his warm breath ghosting over her skin, sending shivers down her spine.
LICK!
His tongue flicked out, tracing slow, deliberate circles around one nipple, wetting the sensitive bud before moving to the other.
He sucked gently, his lips forming a soft seal as he drew it into his mouth, tongue swirling with precise and teasing pressure. His fingers kneaded the soft flesh of her breasts, thumbs rolling the neglected nipple in tandem, pinching lightly to elicit more response.
"Ah!"
Yukino gasped, her back arching involuntarily off the bed as jolts of pleasure shot straight to her core. Her nipples hardened into tight peaks under his mouth, swelling slightly from the stimulation, each flick of his tongue like electricity igniting her nerves.
CLENCH!
Her fingers clutched the bedsheets, knuckles whitening as she fought to maintain composure.
They're so small compared to Yui's... but his tongue feels so good, she thought, the insecurity clashing with the growing desire that made her thighs clench.
"Mmm~"
A soft whimper escaped her lips, her body betraying her with a subtle squirm, heat building insistently between her legs.
''Yukino,'' Akira murmured against her skin, his voice vibrating through her as he released one nipple with a wet pop, only to lavish the other with the same attention—licking broad strokes from the base upward, then sucking harder, his teeth grazing just enough to make her gasp again.
He alternated between licks, long and flat against the underside, and quick, fluttering laps over the tips, his hands never stopping squeezing her breast, molding her breasts to his touch despite their modest size.
As he continued, his hands startee to ventured lower, unzipping her skirt and sliding it down her hips along with her panties in one fluid motion.
She lifted her hips instinctively, allowing him to strip her bare, leaving her naked and exposed on the bed. The cool air kissed her skin, but Akira's mouth never left her breasts—he nipped lightly at one nipple before sucking the other, his free hand trailing down her stomach to part her thighs gently.
Yukino squirmed more urgently now, her thighs pressing together as the liquid gathered at her entrance, her arousal evident in the way her pussy lips glistened faintly in the lamplight. Her breaths came in shallow pants, body fluttering with sensation, the romantic intimacy of his whispers and slow caresses building an emotional bridge between them.
Akira's eyes met hers again, his eyes dark with desire, as he stood to shed his own clothes. His shirt came off first, revealing toned muscles honed from casual workouts (and his skill), then his pants, his erection springing free—hard and throbbing, the veined length curving slightly upward, pre-cum beading at the tip.
Yukino's gaze flicked down, her flush deepening, a mix of nervousness and want stirring in her chest.
It's bigger than I remember!
He guided her onto her back with gentle hands, the mattress dipping under their weight. Before he positioning himself between her legs, he hovered over her, their faces inches apart. He bought his hand closed to her face, his fingers traced her jaw, thumb brushing her lower lip as he leaned down for a deep kiss, tongues tangling slowly, building the intimacy.
The kiss continue for 2 minutes before he pulled back—
Breaking the kiss, he rubbed the tip of his cock along her slick folds, teasing her clit with circular motions that made her hips twitch upward. ''Ready for me, Yukino-chan?'' he asked softly, eyes searching hers for consent.
She nodded, biting her lip, her submissive side yielding as she whispered, ''Yes... be gentle, like you promised.''
Schlick~~!
He eased in slowly, the head of his cock pressing against her entrance. Her pussy lips parted with a wet schlick as his thick head pushed inside, stretching her tight entrance millimeter by millimeter.
Yukino's inner walls clenched like velvet fists around his veined shaft, gripping every inch as he sank deeper, her juices coating his length and dripping down to his balls, easing the way.
The fullness overwhelmed her—a soft moan escaped her lips as her hips twitched upward to meet him, her body adjusting to the intrusion.
He's so big! Ahhh! It's filling me completely!
Akira groaned, bottoming out with a final gentle thrust, his hips flush against hers. He held still for a moment, letting her acclimate, their breaths mingling as he kissed her forehead, then her lips. ''You feel incredible, Yukino. So warm and tight around me.''
Plap! Plap! Plap!
He began moving gently, shallow thrusts that rocked her body softly, his hands caressing her sides, thumbs brushing her nipples to increase the pleasure.
Her hips bucked in response, matching his rhythm, her ass cheeks pressing into the mattress with each subtle shift. Sweat began to bead on her skin, trickling down her neck in fine rivulets, the scent of her arousal mixing with his musk filling the room.
The bed creaked faintly under them, a rhythmic underscore to their intimacy. Yukino's nipples hardened into stiff peaks again as she arched her back slightly, pressing her chest to his, seeking for more contact with her lover.
"Akira... it feels good," she admitted in a breathy whisper.
As passion overtook them, the tone shifted—his thrusts deepened, picking up pace, turning from tender glides to more insistent drives.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
Akira's hands gripped her hips, fingers digging in just enough to bruise lightly, pulling her onto him with each motion. ''Fuck, Yukino, you're so tight—milking my cock like you need it,'' he growled, voice rough with lust, eyes locked on hers to maintain that emotional thread.
''Akira... harder! Pease!'' she whimpered, her voice breaking, submissive plea laced with desire. Her hips bucked wildly now, ass cheeks rippling from the impact of his thrusts as sweat skin slapped against his with lewd, rhythmic sounds—wet smacks echoing in the room.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
He obliged, pounding deeper, his balls slapping against her ass with each forceful drive. Her pussy spasming around him, inner walls fluttering erratically as she neared climax, clenching tighter to pull him in.
Yukino's breasts jiggled slightly despite their size, the motion hypnotic under the lamp's glow. Every thrust sent shockwaves through her: the veined ridges of his shaft dragging along her sensitive spots, her clit grinding against his waist, building pressure like a coil ready to snap.
Suddenly—her entire frame shuddered violently, pussy contracting in rhythmic waves around his pistoning shaft. Hot fluids gushed out in a squirt, soaking his cock and balls, drenching the sheets beneath them as her body convulsed in ecstasy. Thighs quaking uncontrollably, toes curling into the mattress, she cried out, "Akira! Oh god—"
Waves of pleasure crashed through her, spasms rippling from her core outward, her inner walls milking him desperately.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
SLURP! SCHLICK! SLURP!
Akira didn't stop, thrusting through her orgasm, his own building as her squirting fluids slicked everything.
"That's it, Yukino—come for me," he rasped, hips snapping harder, the rough pace pushing him over the edge. With a guttural groan, he buried himself deep, cock pulsing as he came, hot spurts filling her, mixing with her juices and leaking out around his base.
They collapsed together, breaths ragged, bodies entwined— Yukino tired, Akira not so.
Slurp! Schlick!
Her aftershocks faded, as Akira pulled out gently, a wet sound accompanying the release of his still hard cock. He gathered her into his arms, holding her close against his chest, fingers stroking her hair. "You're beautiful, Yukino-chan—every part of you. Your breasts, your body, the way you trust me... it drives me crazy in the best way."
His words soothed her lingering doubts, and she nestled closer, a small smile on her lips.
Before she raised her head and kiss him.
Her hand reaching down to hold his wet member, wetting her palm as she started moving her hand up and down.
She knew just by seeing his hard member, he still have some energy to spared and it was her responsibility to suck him dry.
Their kiss deepen—the room filled with wet sound of kisses and something else.
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The night vanished quickly.
Morning sunlight peeked through the curtains.
Akira woke up alone.
He dressed and stepped out to find Yukino cooking breakfast, her hair tied into a neat ponytail.
She turned when she sensed him—Akira slipped behind her and hugged her waist.
"You look very cute in ponytail, Yukino."
Yukino glanced over her shoulder. "Do you prefer long hair or short hair?"
"....I like pretty girls."
She glared.
"Be serious."
"Long hair for Yukino-chan and Medium-length suits Haruno, "
Yukino almost smiled.
"Then I'll keep it long."
He hugged her tighter, hands wandering—just enough to make her blush.
"Stop...we can't do it again...we have to go to school." Her voice wavered.
Akira behaved.
For now.
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After breakfast, Yukino straightened Akira's uniform like a housewife.
His heart raced a little at how natural she looked doing this.
"Feels like we're already married." he said.
Yukino nodded confidently.
"After we get married, you'll be the one preparing breakfast and sending me to work. If not… you'll be punished with childcare duty."
"Taking care of our child? No problem. I'll be an amazing dad."
Yukino blushed, eyes shimmering with quiet dreams.
"…Then let's go."
She held his hand as the elevator descended.
Akira leaned in and kissed her again—longer this time.
When the elevator opened, Yukino stumbled out with burning cheeks.
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Outside, a female driver opened the black car's door.
They sat together in the back, Yukino's hand stubbornly refusing to leave his.
They arrived at school early.
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Inside the School,
Akira first checked the cafeteria renovations.
Only two days left, but with exams tomorrow, no one would enjoy it until next semester.
Still, the cooking club would get their time to shine.
Akira called the principal, offering to sponsor the club's future activities.
The principal happily agreed, asking if Akira could give a speech next semester.
Akira declined that but instead asked to speak at the third-year farewell ceremony.
The principal agreed even more happily.
Before hanging up, Akira confirmed a student council meeting with Yukino during lunch.
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Morning Classes,
Since, exam week were starting from tomorrow, the teachers only reviewed the previous topics.
In Hiratsuka-sensei's class—
"Fujimiya, come teach."
She tossed the chalk to him.
Akira caught it, walked to the podium calmly, and began explaining crucial points.
His classmates fully trust Akira skills, fully knowing that he is good at Studies with him being at the top previously.
After finishing the lecture—
A girl raised her hand.
"Fujimiya-kun, I still don't understand this part…"
Shizuka looked amused and didn't intervene.
So Akira patiently explained. But then—
Another girl.
And another.
Soon the bell rang.
Hiratsuka-sensei stretched lazily, thinking—
Perfect. I'll have to make him do this more often.
While Hiratsuka sensei was thinking about how to trouble Akira, the said guy was gettin swarmed by his female classmates,
"How do you remember everything?"
"Are you aiming for first place again?"
"Can you please teach me after school!"
Akira replied modestly, "I don't really do anything special—I just read books in home, while also tutoring some friends, and I alsa try to get help for subjects where I am not good at. And sorry but I don't have time to tutor others."
They groaned in regret at missing his free tutoring sessions.
Akira quickly returned to his seat.
Nishimiya Shouko smiled shyly in sign language: You were amazing.
Akira placed a hand on her thigh discreetly.
Her cheeks reddened, but she didn't push him away like she did before.
It was because of Hina's advice.
Following the guidance of Hina Ebina, she had learned a lot of knowledge.
This level of contact cannot be refused.
Keep a proper distance from Akira, eat lunch with everyone during lunch break, don't cling to him and take the initiative to find your own goals
If you are alone together, you can take the initiative.
In addition to Hina Ebina, Yuigahama Yui and Miura Yumiko also gave suggestions.
Nishimiya Shouko found their suggestions very useful.
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