After finishing two servings of delicious fried rice,
Akira Fujimiya and Shimizu Saori left the restaurant.
Once inside the car,
Saori Shimizu looked at Akira.
"Let's go to the mall first, to buy some clothes, then head to your house," Akira said.
Akira looked at her and spoke quietly.
Saori Shimizu didn't comment further, turned her head to the front and drove toward the shopping mall.
A few minutes later,
Akira took Saori to visit several shops.
The clothes he picked out were all dress he liked and think woth suit her.
Saori Shimizu had no objection.
Akira handed Saori the neatly folded clothes they'd selected from the boutique's rack— a sleek black dress that hugged her figure just right.
Saori's sharp face, framed by her long black hair, tilted slightly as she took the items, her black eyes meeting his with that familiar cold indifference masking the spark of curiosity beneath, before heading toward the changing room without a second glance back.
As she disappeared behind the curtain, Akira approached the counter, pulling out his wallet before the sales associate could even ring up the total.
Saori emerged moments later, the dress accentuating her lithe form, but she waved it off with a casual, tried to slip her card forward when the bill came.
Akira shook his head, his calm demeanor unwavering as he slid his card across. "No. I've got this."
He was gentle in his insistence, but there was a quiet authority that made her pause. Saori tilted her head, confusion flickering across her usually impassive features. "Why? I can pay for myself."
He leaned in slightly, his voice low and explanatory. "If I spend money on you, it makes things... casual. Financial, even. I can take the initiative to reach out, find you whenever I want. But you don't disturb me first—it keeps the distance I need without pressure."
His words hung in the air, pragmatic yet laced with an undercurrent of possession that sent a subtle thrill through her.
Saori's brows furrowed, her long hair swaying as she processed it. "...What should I do if I miss you?"
"Send me a message on your phone. I'll reply when I get it," Akira reminded her, his tone steady.
Her black eyes searched his, expectant. "...Then when will you take the initiative to find me?"
"....when I miss you."
A pause, then her voice softer, probing. "So... when do you miss me?"
Akira felt the loop tightening, her questions pulling him in like a tide. He straightened, a serious glint in his eye. "Let's go to your house, and I'll show you when I miss you."
Without waiting, he took her hand—her skin warm against his—and led her toward the parking lot. Saori glanced down at their joined hands, then squeezed his tightly, a small smile ghosting her lips as they walked.
.....
The drive to her house was charged with unspoken tension, the city lights blurring past as Saori's mind wandered to their first time—the raw discovery, the way his gentleness had unraveled her control.
This would be their second, and the anticipation coiled low in her belly, making her shift in the seat as she pressed her thigh together.
They reached her house as she quickly parked the car.
...
They barely made it through the front door of her modest apartment before Saori's desire ignited.
The door clicked shut, and she spun on him, her cold expression cracking into something else. She pushed her lips against Akira's in a slutty, demanding kiss, her tongue thrusting past his teeth to tangle with his aggressively.
Her hands gripped his shirt, pulling him flush against her body as she backed him into the entryway wall. The kiss was messy, wet—saliva mixing as she sucked on his lower lip, nipping it hard enough to draw a low groan from him.
Kiss! Suck! Slurp!
Kiss! Slurp! Slurp!
Not content with just the kiss, Saori grabbed his right hand before guiding it downward. She pressed his palm against the front of her pants, then slipped it inside the waistband, past the edge of her panties.
Shlick!
His fingers met her bare pussy lips immediately—smooth, heated flesh already slick with arousal. The folds were swollen, parting slightly under the pressure of his fingertips as he instinctively caressed them, tracing the outer edges from her entrance up to her clit.
Saori's body reacted instantly, a sharp hitch in her breath breaking the kiss for a split second.
Her hips jerked forward, grinding her pussy against his hand, coating his fingers with her warm, slippery juices that seeped out in a steady trickle. Her inner thighs quivered, muscles tensing as a flush bloomed across her pale skin, creeping up her neck to tint her sharp cheeks pink.
Her black eyes, usually so indifferent, glazed with raw need as she locked onto his gaze. His touch sent electric sparks through her core—her clit throbbing under his fingers, swelling further as he brushed it in slow, deliberate circles.
"Mhm"
A soft, needy moan vibrated from her throat, her pussy clenching emptily, walls fluttering in anticipation of more. Nipples hardened into tight peaks against the fabric of her shirt, straining visibly as her chest heaved with quickened breaths. "Akira... I've been wet since the store, thinking about how you would fuck me today", she whispered breathlessly, her voice husky, breaking her facade into pure, heated desperation. "Touch me! Deeper—feel how much I want you."
Her free hand clutched his shoulder, nails digging in as another wave of arousal made her knees weaken, juices dripping down his knuckles now, the scent of her musk filling the narrow space, wetting her clothes.
Akira's held on his face calm, though his cock twitched hard in his pants at her boldness.
Shlick! Slurp!
He delved a finger inside her briefly, feeling her tight heat grip him like a vice, before pulling back gently but firmly.
''Not here," he murmured, his voice gentle yet commanding.
He withdrew his hand, slick with her essence, and took her wrist, leading her up the stairs to her bedroom. Saori followed, her steps eager, pussy aching from the tease, thighs slick as she imagined what was next.
.....
Inside her Bedroom,
Her bedroom was a reflection of her— The air smelled faintly of her vanilla perfume, now mingling with the sharper tang of arousal.
Inside, the romantic tension simmered, raw and building. Saori couldn't hold back, as she attacked her clothes with frantic hands. She yanked her shirt over her head in one swift motion, with her bra, her long black hair tumbling wildly as the fabric whispered off her skin. Her perky breasts bounced free—full C-cups with dark, pink, erect nipples pointing accusingly at him.
She tossed the shirt aside, her sharp face softening into a sultry pout as she hooked her thumbs into her pants' waistband. Bending slightly at the waist, she shoved them down her hips, the material dragging slowly over the curve of her ass—cheeks firm and rounded, flexing as the pants pooled at her ankles.
She stepped out, kicking them away, revealing her toned legs and the black lace panties clinging to her soaked pussy. The fabric was dark with wetness, a visible damp spot outlining her folds.
Saori's hands trembled with impatience as she peeled the panties down next, exposing her trimmed patch of black hair above her glistening slit. Juices clung to the fabric, stretching in thin strings as she slid them off, her ass jiggling softly from the motion.
Now fully naked, her bare skin glowed in the lamplight—smooth, unmarred expanse from her sharp collarbones down to the subtle dip of her navel, her long hair cascading over one shoulder to brush her nipple. She stood there, confident and exposed, her cold expression shattered into a blissful smile, pussy lips puffy and parted slightly, a bead of arousal trickling down her inner thigh. "See what you do to me?" she breathed, tracing a hand over her breast, pinching her nipple to elicit a gasp.
Akira watched in silence, his eyes darkening with desire. He didn't rush, but mirrored her methodically—unbuttoning his shirt with steady fingers, revealing his lean, muscled chest dusted with faint hair, abs contracting as he shrugged it off. The shirt hit the floor, and he moved to his belt, the clink echoing softly.
Pants followed soon after, unzipped and pushed down his hips, his boxers tented obscenely by his hardening cock. He stripped those too, his thick shaft springing free—veined and throbbing, the head already glistening with pre-cum, balls heavy below. Naked now, he stepped closer, their bodies inches apart, heat radiating between them.
Saori's gaze dropped to his erection, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as she reached out, fingers grazing his abs. The undressing had taken mere minutes, but the air thrummed with detail—the way her skin pebbled with goosebumps, his muscles tensing under her stare, the mutual vulnerability heightening their desire.
They tumbled onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, the romantic undercurrent raw as lips met in softer kisses now, tongues exploring with teasing laps.
But Saori's proactivity pushed them further; she maneuvered into a 69 position, straddling his face in reverse, her dripping pussy hovering just above his mouth.
Akira lay back, hands settling on her thighs as she lowered herself, her ass cheeks spreading slightly to reveal her puckered hole and slick folds. The scent of her arousal—musky and sweet—filled his senses, making his cock twitch against her cheek.
LICK!
Akira's tongue extended slowly, tracing the outer lips of her pussy with a flat, broad lick from her entrance upward, parting the slick folds to savor the tangy flood of her juices. They coated his tongue immediately, warm and viscous, as he lapped again, this time delving between her labia to flick at the sensitive inner edges.
Saori shivered, her thighs clamping around his head as he circled her swollen clit with the tip of his tongue—slow spirals at first, building pressure, then rapid flicks that made her hips buck involuntarily.
SUCK!
"Mhmm!"
He sucked her clit between his lips gently, pulling with soft tugs, the suction sending jolts through her core; her pussy clenched, more juices flowing out to drip onto his chin. His hands gripped her ass firmly, spreading the cheeks wider to expose her fully—tongue thrusting into her tight entrance now, wiggling deep inside to lap at her velvety walls, tasting her deeper nectar.
He alternated: long, slow licks along her perineum, nibbles on her plump labia that drew whimpers, then back to her clit, humming vibrations against it as he sucked harder.
Every movement was deliberate—his tongue curling upward inside her to press her g-spot from within, then withdrawing before plunging again, her arousal smearing across his face.
Saori, not wanting to just stay at the receiving end, turned her focus to his hard dick with reverent care.
Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!
She started with soft kisses along the veined shaft, lips brushing from the base where his balls rested heavy and full, up to the flared head. Her long black hair draped over his thighs like silk, tickling his skin as she murmured against him, "Your cock is so perfect, Akira... I missed this so much since our first time."
{T/N: Her first time}
Each kiss was tender yet heated—pecks turning to open-mouthed presses, her tongue darting out to lick the underside in long, flat stripes, pressing firmly into the sensitive ridge below the head.
She traced every vein with her tongue's tip, following the throbbing lines as pre-cum beaded at the slit; she lapped it up eagerly, swirling around the crown in tight circles, savoring the salty tang.
Then—
Saori took the head into her mouth first, lips stretching around it as her cheeks hollowed with suction.
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!
"Mhmm! Mhmm! Mmm!"
She bobbed slowly, inch by inch, her hand wrapping the base to stroke in rhythm—twisting gently. Saliva built quickly, dripping down his shaft to coat his balls, which she fondled with her free hand, rolling them softly, feeling them tighten under her touch.
Her love shone in the way she hummed around him, vibrations traveling down his length, her heat made it slutty—deepthroating him with enthusiastic gags, throat constricting like a tight ring as she swallowed him whole, nose brushing his pubes.
Slurrrppp!
"Haaa"
She pulled back gasping, strings of spit connecting her lips to his glistening cock, only to dive again, tongue pressing flat against the underside while sucking.
She didn't forget to ground her clit against his nose, smearing her juices as he thrust his tongue deeper, he bucked up into her mouth, fucking her face lightly as she moaned, the wet slurps and gurgles filling the room.
Saori's thoughts raced, 'His tongue is going so deep, lapping me like he owns me... but I love it, love this cock, feeling it pulse for me, want me'.
Her body trembled, pussy spasming lightly around his probing tongue, nipples grazing his stomach with each rock of her hips, building her to the edge.
Saori couldn't hold back anymore; the coil in her belly snapped taut. With a desperate whine, she broke the position, sliding off him on shaky legs. ''Akira... I need more,'' she gasped, positioning herself on all fours at the bed's edge, ass raised high, pussy exposed and weeping.
Juices flowed freely down her thighs in glistening rivulets, her folds parted and pink, clit peeking out swollen. She looked back over her shoulder, long hair tousled, her usual cold indifference vanished—replaced by a slutty, begging expression, eyes glazed with lust, lips parted in a plea.
''Ravage me, please... fuck me rough. I can't wait anymore.'' Her voice cracked submissively, hips wiggling to present her dripping entrance, the romantic tease giving way to raw need.
Akira's calm expression shifted at her begging, dominance rising as he got near her. He didn't push it inside quickly — he teased her a little first—rubbing his thick cock along her folds, the head nudging her clit, coating himself in her slickness.
Then, with a growl, he gripped her hips bruisingly, fingers digging into her flesh. The head pressed against her entrance, and he thrust in fully—no mercy.
Her pussy lips parted with a wet schlick as his thick head pushed inside, stretching her tight entrance wide; inner walls clenched like velvet fists around his veined shaft, gripping every ridge and pulse as he sank deeper, bottoming out with his balls slapping her clit.
"Ahhhhhh!"
Saori's back arched sharply, a loud, throaty moan escaping as the fullness overwhelmed her, 'He's so deep, splitting me open... yes, harder.'
Plap! Plap! Plap!
Her hips bucked wildly to meet him, ass cheeks rippling from the impact of his first hard thrust, the slap of skin echoing.
He set a rough pace immediately, pulling back until just the tip remained before slamming in again—each penetration explicit, her pussy sucking him back with greedy contractions. Juices coated his balls with every thrust, dripping onto the sheets as her inner walls fluttered, dragging along his length.
''Fuck, Saori, your pussy is so tight ''
Slap!
"Ahhhh! Yes"
Akira growled, one hand slapping her ass lightly, leaving a red print that made her yelp in pleasure. He tangled fingers in her long hair, pulling to arch her neck, exposing her throat as he pounded deeper, the bed creaking under them.
"Ohhhh!"
Saori's body moved in ecstasy—hips slamming back, ass jiggling with each collision, nipples hardening into stiff peaks as she arched further, sweat-slick skin slapping against his with lewd pak-pak-pak rhythms. Her moans escalated, raw and uninhibited, "Yes, Akira—harder! Ruin my pussy, make me yours!"
Her thoughts fragmented— 'It hurts so good, his cock owning every inch... I'm his slut now, Ahhh!'
His veined shaft dragged relentlessly along her g-spot, building the pressure; her pussy spasmed erratically, walls rippling in waves.
Suddenly, climax hit—she squirted violently, hot fluids gushing out around his pistoning cock, soaking his thighs, balls, and the sheets in a warm flood. Her body convulsed, thighs quaking, toes curling into the mattress as spasms wracked her frame—pussy contracting rhythmically, milking him like a fist, inner walls pulsing in intense waves.
"Ohhhhh! Ahhhh!"
Screams tore from her throat, back bowing as pleasure crashed through every nerve, her sharp face contorted in bliss.
Akira didn't stop, thrusting through her orgasm until his own built—hot spurts of cum filling her depths, overflowing to mix with her squirt. They collapsed, his body covering hers, rough edges softening into aftercare.
...
Two hours later, in Saori Shimizu's bedroom, she looked at Akira beside the bed, her blush not yet fading. He held her close, fingers tracing lazy patterns on her skin, whispering affirmations of their bond as she nestled against him, sated and secure.
.....
After sometimes,
Akira put on his clothes and turned to look at her.
"When I have time, I will come to you. If you seek me out first and our relationship....will be discovered and it will end there."
"....Okay, I understand," Saori said, tenderness in her eyes.
Seeing this, Akira said no more and left the bedroom.
Saori Shimizu gazed at the sunset outside the window with a sweet smile.
....
Half an hour later,
Click!
Her bedroom door open, she looked up confused at who it might be and got a pleasant surprise by seeing who the person was.
It was Akira!
She had thought that Akira had gone after their "activity"
Unexpectedly, he didn't leave her.
Akira closed the door behind him and walked in, carrying a tray.
"...I've prepared dinner for you. Remember to get up and eat. You don't need to participate in virtual idol work, just handle basic tasks. That way, if I want to...find you, you'll have the time," Akira said.
"Can I report my movements to you every day?" Saori Shimizu asked, her eyes fixed on him, her expression never changing calm and indifferent, the only emotions he could find were from her eyes that carried warm and tenderness.
"...No, try to just send a maximum of ten messages a day. I will come to you on my own initiative," Akira said, shaking his head slowly.
"Can you kiss me before you leave?" Saori asked, expression never changing but a hint of anticipation could be seen in her voice.
Akira didn't say anything as he approach her.
The gentle kiss hadn't even fully started when Saori wrapped her arms around his neck, firmly.
As she pressed her lips against his.
This kiss nearly took Akira's breath away.
After it ended,
Saori Shimizu let go of him and smiled.
Akira tapped her forehead gently and left.
.....
At the Future Comics Publishing House,
By the time Akira arrived, it was already dark.
The editorial department was still busy.
Nanako Tamura looked slightly surprised when she saw him.
Akira walked over and looked at the light novel being reviewed on her computer.
"Thank you."
"It's nothing. I am the editor-in-chief now. If I don't work hard, someone else will surpass me," Nanako Tamura said with a smile.
Since Future Comics went online and expanded its staff, the position of editor-in-chief had become available.
Yumiko Sato had served as the editor-in-chief, and several qualified editors had become chief editors. New editors were assigned under each chief editor.
Nanako Tamura looked very young, but she had successfully nurtured many Manga authors, including Akira's Youzai.
That was why she had become the editor-in-chief.
After chatting briefly,
Akira knocked on Sato Kana's office door.
"Come in," Sato's voice called from inside.
Akira entered.
Nanako Tamura waited until the door closed behind him and sighed.
As her workload increased, Akira's manuscripts became electronic. Although she was still responsible for reviewing them, their interactions had gradually decreased.
She could no longer take the initiative to approach Akira.
Because Akira was now the boss, and no one would dared to interfere with video recording work.
The mangakas' programs had been uploaded to the video platform. Future Comics Publishing House had passed internal certification for the site, and the number of fans had exceeded one million.
Thanks to the show, several Mangaka were no longer ordinary; they had become best-selling authors.
Future Comics Publishing House managed their certified accounts and helped edit their videos.
Currently, they were screening Mangaka for the second issue.
Although Akira had many fans, he had very few videos in the platform.
Fans did not request updates because Akira's certified account indicated he was the vice president of Flash Animation and vice president of Future Comics Publishing House.
These two positions explained his reason's and also that such an important person will not make Manga for full time.
What—Most people did not know is that Akira was the actual owner of Flash Animation and Future Comics Publishing House.
.....
Inside the office,
Sato Kana reported on Future Comics' growth.
The software download volume had exceeded fifty million, and registered users surpassed ten million.
This included downloads from both domestic and overseas platforms.
Currently, there were two versions of Future Comics app: one domestic and one Chinese.
The Chinese version had been on its platform for a long time, with a far larger reader base, including many paying users too.
Monthly revenue for Future Comics app had long surpassed that of Future Comics Weekly tenfold.
As Sato Kana reported income figures, she looked at Akira with admiration.
The current value of Future Comics Publishing House had already multiplied dozens of times over its original value.
In the next few years,
As long as no major problems occurred,
Comic publishers could reach valuations of hundreds of billions.
"In the future, manga and video platform will develop together. Although the Chinese version performs well for now, it still has room to improve," Akira evaluated.
"Are we going to expand Future Comics there?" Sato Kana asked.
"Not really, but It must be tied to the video platform," Akira shook his head.
"Ah… the people on both sides?" Kana looked slightly embarrassed.
"The video platform will allocate a page for Future Comics to display the free portion. Paid content requires downloading Future Comics app," Akira clarified.
"Oh, I see!" Kana understood.
Akira also discussed the new video platform.
In the future, manga would be launched there, and someone else would have to manage them.
Kana nodded, understanding Akira's strategy.
It was possible to start a company there, but if it was too flashy (considering how all the plan were made and also begins this year), it would attract too much attention on themself.
Now that they had collaborators, it was natural for them to handle the pressure together.
Akira and Kana discussed many details together for sometimes.
In short, Akira had paved the way for the future of Manga publishing.
All Sato Kana needed to do was follow his plan, which she had no objection to.
Future Comics' current achievements were inseparable from Akira's strategy.
.....
When Akira left the office, only a few chief editors remained in the department.
Just as he was about to go upstairs, he saw the secretaries of Hanada Yui and Kawasaki Saki approaching.
Kawasaki Saki looked slightly surprised to see Akira.
Akira nii-san was waiting for her there.
Hanada Yui's secretary bowed politely.
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