Akira Fujimiya reached out and lightly tapped Yuigahama Yui's forehead, the motion familiar and casual, more teasing than reproachful.
Before she could protest, he turned his head slightly and gestured toward the maid standing nearby, signaling her to put the food down.
The dishes were placed neatly on the table, still steaming faintly.
The fragrance of freshly prepared seafood drifted through the room.
Ebina Hina and Miura Yumiko were the first to approach.
The two of them exchanged a glance before picking up their chopsticks and helping themselves to small portions. After tasting it carefully, Ebina Hina tilted her head slightly, her expression thoughtful rather than dismissive.
"The taste is a little rough compared to what we usually eat here," she said honestly, her tone gentle, "but it's really fresh."
Miura Yumiko nodded in agreement, chewing slowly before adding, "Yeah. You can tell. It's simple, but not bad at all."
Hearing that, Yuigahama Yui finally let out a breath she didn't realize she had been holding. The tension in her shoulders eased, and her face brightened immediately.
She quickly turned toward Yukinoshita Yukino and Kawasaki Saki, beckoning them over with an eager wave.
"Come on, try it! It's really okay!" she said, her voice full of relief.
Yukinoshita Yukino accepted the chopsticks calmly and tasted a bite, her expression composed as always.
Kawasaki Saki followed suit, taking a small portion and chewing quietly.
Neither of them made a big show of praise, but neither showed any dissatisfaction either, which was enough for Yuigahama Yui.
At the other end of the table, Sakurajima Mai and Isshiki Iroha divided the remaining dishes between themselves.
Iroha's eyes sparkled with interest as she tasted the food, while Mai maintained her usual composed demeanor, evaluating the meal with the same focus she used when analyzing a script.
Dinner gradually came to an end.
.....
Afterward, Akira and Yuigahama Yui left the villa together.
The night air outside was cool and refreshing.
Yuigahama Yui naturally slipped her arm through Akira's, holding on tightly as they walked. A happy smile lingered on her face, one she made no attempt to hide.
"Although dinner was good," Akira said as he glanced down at her, "but your reaction is a bit exaggerated."
"I'm not thinking about the food," Yuigahama Yui replied immediately. She leaned her head lightly against his shoulder, her voice soft. "I'm thinking about today. Everything that happened today makes me feel really happy."
Akira slowed down his steps slightly.
"Are you happier when you're with me," he asked, "or when you're with everyone else?"
Yuigahama Yui paused, clearly considering the question seriously before answering.
"Being with Akira-kun is like eating dessert," she said earnestly. "Being with everyone else is like eating snacks. I can talk about anything with everyone. But when I'm with you, the thing that happens most often is that I get bullied."
She lifted her head and looked at him directly, her eyes clear and sincere.
"But I really like the Akira-kun who like to bullies me so much. I hope we can be together everyday."
Akira was silent for a moment before responding.
"Your metaphor is… strange," he commented dryly.
"Anyway, no matter what I'm doing," Yuigahama Yui continued softly, "as long as I'm with Akira-kun, I'm happy."
"I see," Akira said. "So I'm just as important to you as your friends?"
Yuigahama Yui nodded without hesitation. "Everyone is important."
Akira's expression became more serious.
"Yui, since you've said that, I won't let you down. I'll make sure everyone stays together. Whether it's ten years from now or twenty, we'll still be together."
Yuigahama Yui blinked, then laughed quietly.
"Akira-kun… that's such a terrible thing to say."
.....
As the sun slowly disappeared beyond the horizon, the sky shifted from warm orange to deep blue—Night fell gently, bringing with it a quiet calm.
Akira and Yuigahama Yui leaned back in their chairs on the deck, gazing up at the star-filled sky.
The distant sound of waves was steady and soothing.
Yuigahama Yui rested comfortably in Akira's arms, uncharacteristically quiet.
"Little fool," Akira said softly, breaking the silence, "Actually I noticed you on the day I transferred to Sobu High School."
"Really?" Yuigahama Yui raised her head in surprise.
"Yeah. I was pretty naive back then," he said, looking down at her, his eyes staring at her chest for a bit too long as he added, "I was attracted to you at first sight."
"Akira-kun, you big bad guy!" Yuigahama Yui exclaimed, immediately understanding what he meant.
"...At the time, I didn't approach you because I was confused," Akira continued. "I didn't know how to face the future."
"Was it because of your parents?" Yuigahama Yui asked gently, her hand clenching his clothes.
Akira looked up at the starry sky and didn't answer.
It wasn't because of his parents—it was because he didn't truly belong to this world. The people who they called his parents here were nothing more than figures existing in someone else's memories....But that was something he could never say out loud.
Seeing his silence, Yuigahama Yui assumed she had guessed correctly. She didn't say anything as she hugged him tightly, her arms wrapping around him with surprising strength.
She didn't know how to comfort him with words, so she chose the only thing she could do.
"....I'm not that fragile, you know" Akira said after a moment, feeling her grip tighten.
"Akira-kun," Yuigahama Yui murmured, burying her face in his chest, "I'll always be by your side. I won't leave you."
"I know," Akira replied, hugging her gently. "And I won't let you leave either."
"If you're sad, you can cry in my arms," she said softly, looking up at him, her eyes moist, "I won't tell anyone."
"It's obviously my problem," Akira said, caressing her hair, "so why do you look like you're the one about to cry? You're really stupid."
"... When I think about what Akira-kun has been through," Yuigahama Yui said, her eyes shimmering, "I feel really sad. If it were me, I don't think I'd even know how to keep going."
Akira looked down as he tapped her forehead.
Yuigahama Yui covered it with both hands, looking slightly aggrieved.
"If you cry," Akira said seriously, "I'll take you back to the villa right now. Do you understand?"
"A-Akira-kun…" she blushed.
"Don't think about sad things," he said. "Tonight is important to you. Do you want me to cry with you?"
"I...I just..." Yuigahama Yui wanted to explain, but didn't know what to say.
"I know, my little fool." Akira put his hand on Yuigahama Yui's head.
Yuigahama Yui pouted and did not refute Akira words.
Akira checked the time on his phone.
"It's still early. Let's go to the rec room (indoor recreation room) and play some games before heading towards the boat."
"Mm..." Yuigahama Yui nodded, anticipation shining in her eyes.
.....
Inside the room,
Yuigahama Yui clung to Akira's arm, her heart thumping wildly in her chest like a trapped bird. She glanced up at him, her wide brown eyes shimmering with a mix of anticipation and nerves.
{T/N: Yui Yuigahama from My Teen Romantic Comedy SNAFU (OreGairu) has peach-reddish/brown eyes in the anime adaptation, contrasting with some light novel illustrations where she's depicted with blue eyes, leading to occasional confusion, though her typical anime portrayal emphasizes her warm, expressive brown/reddish gaze. }
Akira Fujimiya turned to her, his dark eyes softening as he cupped her face in his hands. His shirt hung open, revealing the toned lines of his chest, as she could feel the heat radiating from him. "Yui," he murmured, his voice low and gentle, "you don't have to be nervous. We're here together."
She nodded, biting her lower lip, her fingers clenching the fabric of his shirt. "I know, Akira-kun... it's just..."
Her voice was a soft whisper, barely audible, laced with shyness and anxiety.
Akira looked at the little fool infront.
He leaned down, closing the distance between them, and pressed his lips to hers in a soft, tentative kiss.
It was gentle, like the brush of a feather—his warm mouth meeting her plump, slightly parted one.
Yui's breath hitched, her eyes fluttering shut as a shiver ran down her spine—The taste of him was familiar yet electrifying, she miss it so much.
"Mwah"
Kiss!
The soft sound of their lips meeting echoed faintly in the quiet room, followed by her quiet sigh as she leaned into him.
Akira's hands slid to her waist, pulling her closer until her soft breasts pressed against his chest through the fabric of her dress.
She could feel the steady beat of his heart, syncing with her own pulse. Her hands fidgeted on his shoulders, unsure at first, but then she wrapped her arms around his neck, standing on her tiptoes to deepen the contact.
Another kiss followed, lingering this time—his lips molding to hers, parting slightly to nip at her lower lip.
"Ah!" Yui gasped softly, the tiny sting sending a spark through her.
"You're beautiful, Yui," Akira whispered against her mouth, his thumb stroking her cheek. "I've wanted this for so long."
"R-Really?" she replied, her voice breathy, a shy smile tugging at her lips despite the blush creeping down her neck.
She pecked him back, gaining a sliver of confidence, her lips brushing his with a feather-light touch.
"Mwah."
The kisses built slowly, each one a little longer.
His hand cupped the back of her head, fingers threading through her hairs, while hers traced the line of his jaw. The warmth spreading through her body drowned out any doubt she had, her body melting against his.
The kisses grew heated, his mouth claiming hers with more insistence, but still tender.
Yui responded eagerly now, her nervousness easing into a sweet ache low in her belly. She could feel his arousal pressing against her thigh, a hard reminder of what was to come.
As the kisses deepened, Akira tilted Yui's head back slightly, his tongue teasing the border of her lips. She parted them instinctively, a soft whimper escaping as his tongue slipped inside—warm, wet, and exploratory, making her cheeks warmer. His tongue slid against hers, coaxing it to respond.
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!
Slurp! Slurp!
The wet sound of their mouths working together filled the air, mingled with Yui's muffled moan, "Mmmph~."
Yui's response was clumsy at first, her tongue hesitating before swirling tentatively against his. The taste of him flooded her senses—Saliva mixed between them, a thin strand connecting their lips when they parted for a gasping breath.
"Haa"
Her body arched into his, the dress riding up her thighs as his hand slid to her lower back, pressing her flush against him. She could feel his hardening member against her belly, throbbing through the layers of cloth, and it sent a fresh wave of excitement through her.
Akira deepened the kiss, his tongue delving further, sucking gently on hers with a soft suck that made her knees buckle.
''Nnh! Akira-kun...'' she whined into his mouth, the vibration humming between them. Her hands threaded into his hair, tugging lightly as she tried to match him, her tongue darting out to explore his mouth in return.
Pulling back for air, Yui's lips were shiny with spit, her eyes dilated and hazy.
"Is... is this okay?" she asked breathlessly, her voice trembling. "I'm not too sloppy, am I? I don't want to mess it up..."
Akira's eyes darkened with desire, but his smile was reassuring. "Don't worry about it, Yui. Let me have another taste."
He dove back in, capturing her mouth hungrily, his tongue plunging deep. This time, she met him more boldly, nipping at his lower lip with her teeth, eliciting a low groan from him, "Fuck, Yui..."
The kisses trailed from her mouth to her neck, his lips sucking lightly on the sensitive skin there, leaving faint red marks.
Yui's head rolled back.
"Hah~ Akira!", her moan escaping as tingles shot down her spine. Her nipples hardened against her bra, aching for attention, and she felt a dampness growing between her thighs.
His hand roamed under her dress, palming the soft swell of her breast through the lace, thumb circling the peaked nipple.
Yui gasped into another kiss, her own hands tracing the ridges of his abs, feeling the heat of his skin.
"You're... hard, does it hurt," she whispered nervously when they broke apart, her palm brushing his bulge shyly.
The contact made her blush deepen, but the way he looked at her—only her—pushed her forward.
Kiss!
Their mouths met again, tongues dueling in wet, fervent strokes, breaths mingling in hot pants.
Slurp! Slurp!
"Mmmph."
Saliva trailed down her chin, but she didn't care, this moments was hers and hers only. Akira's free hand pressed hers against his throbbing length. "Feel what you do to me," he murmured against her lips.
Yui's heart raced, but she squeezed gently, the kiss turning sloppy and desperate. Each tangle of tongues drawing them closer to the edge, until Akira finally pulled back, his voice husky. "Yui, let's get more comfortable."
Akira guided Yui to the edge of the bed, sitting down and unzipping his pants with deliberate slowness.
His cock sprang free—thick and veined, the shaft curving slightly upward, the head flushed and beading with pre-cum.
"Now, why don't you show me your gift."
Yui blushed, as she knelt between his legs, removing her top to expose the lacy white bra cupping her modest C-cup breasts. The air was cool against her skin, making her nipples tighten further.
She covered her chest instinctively with her arms, her face flaming red.
He reached out, his fingers gentle as he unhooked her bra, letting it fall away.
Her breasts spilled free—pale and soft, with pink nipples already pert from arousal.
"Yui, they're perfect," Akira said, his voice rough with want. "Soft and warm. Let me show you how much I like them."
He took her hands, guiding them to cup her breasts around his shaft.
Yui's small hands trembled as she pressed her flesh together, enveloping his hot length in the valley of her cleavage. His cock throbbing against her sensitive inner curves, the veins pulsing warmly.
She started moving tentatively, an up-and-down motion, her breasts squishing awkwardly at first.
Schlick! Schlick!
The soft sound came from the pre-cum slickening the glide, her nervous squeezes milking more from the tip.
"Is this... like this?" she whimpered, her voice high and shy, eyes flicking up to his face for approval.
'It feels so embarrassing, pressing my boobs on him like this. What if I'm doing it wrong?' She thought to herself — But Akira's face sent a thrill through her.
She adjusted her grip, leaning forward to let her breasts fully envelop him. The motion made her nipples brush the sides of his shaft, sending sparks to her core.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
Her pace quickened slightly, breasts jiggling with each pump, the schlick schlick growing wetter as saliva from their kisses dripped down. On an upstroke, her tongue darted out shyly, licking the bead of pre-cum from the tip. The salty taste made her hum, "Mmm..."
Akira's hands rested on her head as he enjoy Yui soft care.
"Do you like my boobs pressing against you, Akira-kun?" she asked mid-motion, her cheeks burning as she maintained eye contact — when his cock slipped free and poked her chin. "Eep! S-Sorry!"
He chuckled, guiding it back. "Love it—your tits are made for this. Keep going, just like that."
"Mmm.." Yui squeezed harder, her breasts molding around him like a heavenly pillows.
Sweat beaded on her chest, mixing with the slickness, she moaned softly, "Ahn~ it's getting so slippery... Does it feel good?"
Squish! Squelch! Squelch!
Her strokes faster, breasts dragging along his length with wet sounds. His member half-dissapearing into her cleavage, with the head emerging to brush her lips, which she kissed instinctively.
Squelch! Squish! Squelch!
Kiss! Kiss!
"Yes, Yui—fuck, you're driving me crazy."
Her thighs pressing together to ease the ache in her pussy—her lips circling around the head, saliva dripping as she continue her movement.
.....
Akira eased Yui onto the bed, the sheets cool against her heated skin as he peeled her dress fully from her body. She lay naked now, wide eyes watching him with a mix of fear and longing. Her body was a vision of soft innocence—slender waist flaring to plush hips and thighs, her shaved pussy glistening with arousal, pink lips parted slightly in invitation.
He stripped quickly, climbed over her, caging her with his arms.
His kisses trailing down her neck to her breasts.
Suck! Suck! Slurp!
His mouth latched onto one nipple, sucking firmly tongue swirling the hard peak while his hand kneaded the other.
"A-Ah! Akira-kun, that's dirty!"
Yui arched, a sharp sound escaping her. Current shot straight to her core, her hands clutching his haurs.
His fingers weren't idle as it ventured lower, circling her clit with gentle pressure, dipping into her slick folds. "You're so wet, Yui," he murmured, voice thick. "This for me?"
She nodded slowly, whispering, "Y-Yes...I can't help it..just thinking about it is..Please be gentle."
'What if it hurts too much? What if it doesn't fit?'
He nodded as he positioned himself, the thick head of his cock nudging her entrance, coating in her juices. "I'll make you feel good," he promised, pushing in inch by inch.
Schlicckk~! Shlick~!
Her inside stretch as it enter—her tight walls clenching as he sank deeper.
Yui winced, eyes closer, nails digging into his back, "Nngh!"
He stop as he saw the pained expression on her face, not carrying about the little pain on his back—he lowered his gaze to see the connected area, seeing the blood coming out of it—wetting the bed sheet.
He didn't move, not yet. As he kiss Yui, one hand massaging her breast to lessened the pain.
After sometime, Yui opened her eyes—tears following from her side, he lean again as he kiss her cheek.
"Akira.... I am fine now, it didn't hurt too much" She said as she tired to give a smile.
He nodded as he started slow, deep strokes dragging his cock along her inner walls, the veined length hitting sensitive spots that made her toes curl.
PLAP!
The first slap of skin on skin echoed softly, through the room.
Yui's moans rose high-pitched, "Mmph"
Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!
"Ahh! Ahhh! Ohhh!"
Yui moans, legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, pulling him closer.
Emotion overwhelming her—the delicious fullness after the pain, his pubic bone grinding her clit with each thrust, sweat-slick bodies sliding together. She could even felt herself clenching the invader inside her!
Akira's pace built gradually, groans low and guttural, "Fuck, Yui—you're so tight, gripping me like so nicely."
He shifted, hooking her legs over his shoulders for deeper penetration, the angle letting him plunge to her cervix.
Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!
"Ohh! Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!"
Wet slaps grew louder, her pussy squelching around him, juices coating his balls. Yui's cries escalated wanting for more, "Hah! Deeper, please~ right there, Akira-kun!"
Her hands clutched the sheets, knuckles white, body trembling as waves of pleasure built.
"Does it feel that good, Yui?"
Akira's eyes locked on hers, sweat dripping from his brow as he asked the question, while also increasing the pace.
"Yes! Don't stop... I love how you fill me," she gasped, her usual shyness turning into raw need. Even she herself can't believe what she was saying.
He responded to her with hard thrusts that made the bed creak like the waves outside.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PALP!
SCLICK! SLURP! SCLICK!
"Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahh!"
Her breasts bounced with each impact, moans filled the air, her whimpers turning to screams with each passing second,
"Oh god, yes! Harder!"
He growls in response, his hips moving roughly.
The room smelled of sex—musky arousal, salt from their skin.
Yui's hips bucked up tentatively, meeting him, the sounds intensifying—wet slaps growing louder, her moans turning needy, echoing softly.
"Harder! Ohhh! Yes!"
"Ohhhhhhh!"
SQUIRT! SPLURT! SQUIRT!
Yui's climax hit suddenly, her body arching, pussy contracting in powerful ripples, as the hot fluids gushing around his shaft in a squirting rush, soaking the sheets with a splatter. She cried out, a high-pitched sound, trembling through her, tears of overwhelm mixing with joy.
He thrust fanaticly, chasing his own edge, "Fuck, Yui!"
Akira followed, grunting deeply, thrusts erratic as he buried deep, cum flooding her in thick spurts, overflowing to drip down her crack.
He stayed inside, collapsing gently atop her, hot spurts filled her depths, spurt spurt, overflowing as he ground deep.
They collapsed together, his weight a comforting blanket, cock still inside her. Tender kisses followed, his hand stroking her hair. "That was... amazing," Yui murmured, cuddling close, tears of joy in her eyes. "I love you, Akira-kun."
He held her tight, the waves lulling them into afterglow. "I love you too, my little fool."
"But did you think this is it" Akira said as he stated moving again.
"Haaa" Yui moan helplessly.
It's was a very long night.
.....
The night passed quickly.
The next morning, Inside the boat—
Yuigahama Yui woke up late again, as she felt the pain on her sore heat.
Akira was sitting on a chair beside the bed, holding a light novel and reading calmly.
When Yuigahama Yui saw him, her face turned slightly red.
"Do you need help getting dressed?" Akira asked, setting the book aside.
"…Yes."
She was still shy, but their relationship had already reached this stage. Besides, she had long since grown used to this kind of closeness back when she lived at Sakurasou.
Akira helped her dress carefully, his movements gentle.
When he finished, Yuigahama Yui hugged him tightly.
"I've prepared breakfast," Akira said, patting her head. "After we eat and return to the villa, your friends will probably ask questions. If you're embarrassed, you can hide on the boat."
"I… I don't want to run away," Yuigahama Yui said softly.
"Then face them properly," Akira chuckled. "Give them some psychological preparation."
"You really are a bad guy," she muttered.
"I'm hungry now can I eat—," Akira added.
"Then let's go eat the breakfast!" Yuigahama Yui said quickly, interrupting him, grabbing his hand and pulling him outside.
Akira chuckle,he didn't stop her their will be plenty of time to eat it.
.....
On the deck, the maid helped heat up the breakfast and served it to the two of them.
Yuigahama Yui ate with a bright, satisfied smile.
For her, the wait had been long enough!
"Little fool," Akira said, flicking her forehead again.
"You big perv!," she complained, puffing her cheeks.
After breakfast, they returned to the villa.
Ebina Hina greeted them with a knowing smile. Yuigahama Yui's face flushed immediately as she averted her eyes. Miura Yumiko too looked shy, but their was a hint of envy in her eyes.
Yukinoshita Yukino, as Akira's fiancée, remained calm. She continue her chat with Sakurajima Mai about film directing and anime projects, discussing several scenes and production techniques.
Ebina Hina looked at Akira from time to time with curiosity and a smile on her face.
Nearby, Isshiki Iroha, Kawasaki Saki, Nishimiya Shouko and Hiratsuka-sensei gathered to play cards.
...
After two hours,
Since, there is still some time until lunch.
They decided to play a game.
Isshi Iroha who had bought a toy water gun suggested the game, as she form her own team—picking Yuigahama Yui and the other two in her team.
While, Saki Kawasaki picked Akira, Hiratsuka Shizuka, as well as surprising Yukinoshita Yukino.
The game Iroha suggested was a little tricky.
But—
The maid was more prepared this time, even having a walkie-talkie, and the venue had already been set up—the entire venue was a maze!
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