Showing emotions... whenever I do something like that, I remind myself that letting your heart show is like signing your own death warrant.

That's what I Suzune Horikita thinks.

However, when it's your body that's talking... should you listen to it? Is it wise to let yourself be guided by something as primitive and animalistic as the desire to touch and be touched?

I didn't expect to be wondering about things like that so soon, let alone that Ayanokouji Kiyotaka was to blame.

Suzune Horikita

We were forced to rush into a club because of a special test, the only things I had in mind were that the student council was out of the question, and that I didn't want anything that demanded too much of my body...

I was completely lost.

Until Satsuki Shinohara invited me to the drama club, it had never crossed my mind... in fact I wasn't even aware that it existed and the most bizarre thing about this whole unusual situation was Ayanokoiji signing up with me.

...♠♠♣♠♠...

We arrived 10 minutes before the scheduled time.

I headed for the changing rooms to get rid of most of my uniform, so I kept only my white tank top and skirt.

I feel my cell phone vibrate in my hand.

"Horikita-san, I'm sorry I couldn't tell you before, but the club's activities have been canceled due to some unforeseen circumstances, I'm sorry." — Satsuki Shinohara

Is this serious?

"Did you get the message?"

I ask Ayanokouji who has also changed sitting in one of the chairs in the front row.

He just nodded in response.

"What are you going to do?"

I didn't know... and I hadn't even read the script yet.

It all happened so quickly... but I decided to expose something that was making me very uncomfortable.

"Why are you here?"

One thing I'd learned during my time as a table neighbor to the expressionless boy in front of me was that...

Ayanokouji Kiyotaka never did anything by chance.

"I didn't have anything in mind so I decided I'd just follow you."

He replied in his typical monotone.

Did he really expect me to believe that? If he told me he just wanted to torment me, I'd believe him.

"And how exactly do you intend to act with that doll face?"

I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Said the girl who has the same doll face as me."

I'm definitely more flexible than him on this point and yet I still felt insulted.

I just rolled my eyes and told myself that there was no point in stressing, and took a seat, leaving two seats between Ayanokouji and me.

"Let's at least read the script before we go"

As soon as I finished speaking, Ayanokouji took the seat next to me. He seemed to read the questioning in my eyes.

"I thought we were going to rehearse together, you're Celina, aren't you?"

I looked at the script and yes, I was Celina, which meant that Ayanokouji was Angelo...?

What a weird situation. I was beginning to regret it...

In silence we started reading the play, it's an interesting story...

Everything was going perfectly well, with just a few touches and sweet words, how did it turn into this?

"Horikita... why is your face all red?"

Ayanokouji asked, stepping closer so that our shoulders were touching. In a leap, I stood up to put a little distance between me and Ayanokouji, my heart felt like it was in every place, because I was suddenly very aware of our closeness and very aware that we were alone...

I looked at Ayanokouji, a mistake.

His brown eyes stared at me with a different intensity and with something else that I couldn't understand, could it be that Ayanokouji had reached the same point as me and was now thinking strange things?

No, no... no

This situation... the short notice and the romantic couple in the play.

"I think we've been set up"

I tried to sound calm, I swear I did, but in the end my voice betrayed me and came out a few tones higher.

"What are you talking about?"

Ayanokouji, who was almost always one or two steps ahead, seemed genuinely surprised by my hasty realization.

It wasn't that my line of thought had no basis in fact, after all, there were rumors about Ayanokouji and I having a romantic relationship, so maybe they were really trying to push the envelope, or maybe I was just being too paranoid and it was all just a big misunderstanding.

Whatever it was...

"Forget it, we'd better practice when everyone's here."

"And let them know that you're so bad that you can't get into character even when you're alone with a classmate?"

Suddenly Ayanokouji said something unexpected and I couldn't ignore the tone of defiance in that sentence.

"What?"

"Look, if you can't train exclusively with me as your 'closest' classmate, imagine what it's going to be like when everyone's here..."

Yes, I understand. But still... why did he of all people have to tell me that?

"We can start slowly, practicing your facial expressions for example."

"My expressions? Is that some kind of tasteless joke?"

Truth be told, Ayanokouji really could be quite inconvenient when he wanted to be, so why am I still listening?

Maybe because deep down I know he's right?

"Are you going to ignore the fact that you need me right now?"

No! Forget the part where he's right.

"Do you want to die?"

As if I would need someone like him.

"No, I'd rather live."

I couldn't help rolling my eyes, so annoying... but at the moment Ayanokouji was all I had...

I hate myself.

"It's going to be that scene, just before the... you know."

I said, looking away, no longer knowing if the red on my face came from my reluctance to give in or from humiliation.

He looked at me as if to ask 'Are you sure'?

...

"Let's go without the lines first, concentrate on the sensations, pretend that you're madly in love with me and that you want me at any cost."

"I'll kick you!"

He came closer until he was just a few centimeters from me, and I had to lift my chin a little to look him in the eye.

"Have you always been this tall?"

Only realizing this height difference was a bit... disorienting.

"That wasn't in the script... Let me know if you want me to stop. Close your eyes."

I obeyed very reluctantly.

I felt him touch a lock of my hair and follow the entire length. Then he took my right hand, and I lost my breath when his lips touched it, a delicate, warm kiss, but one that acted like a switch throughout my body, making me aware of every part of my exposed skin.

He made a burning path of kisses from my arm to my neck, I felt his warm breath, it was then that I realized that I was hot, he was hot and that I wanted to keep being touched, yet for some reason he stopped and pulled away.

I opened my eyes, my consciousness making its way through that merciless fog and... as if I had woken up from a dream, I came back to reality, my hands clenched into fists to avoid trying to reach him.

"We'd better stop here"

I allowed myself to look at Ayanokouji in front of me, completely composed, he... not even his breathing seemed irregular, his hands in his pockets.

Really?

For some reason his usual calmness made me feel angry and very irritated.

How could he? So annoying!

I went into the cabin where I'd changed and started putting on the clothes I'd taken off.

"Horikita I-"

Ayanokoiji called after me, half of his body appearing through the red curtain.

But the sound of footsteps interrupted him, and I panicked and just pulled Ayanokoiji into the cabin. I ended up pulling him too hard and we collided with the wall behind me with a loud thud, one of Kiyotaka's hands protecting my head and the other over my mouth to prevent a moan of pain from coming out.

"Did you hear that?"

An unfamiliar voice, muffled by the distance, reverberated.

The footsteps grew louder, we would be caught... my body tensed in anticipation, squeezed between Ayanokouji and the icy wall.

"There you are" Shinohara "I'm glad I came, we won't have any activities at the club today."

"What? Why?"

"I'll explain on the way, come on."

I allowed myself to breathe, relief flooding through me as I mentally thanked Shinohara.

My peace lasted less than a second, for when I took a deep breath my breasts grazed Kiyotaka's chest, the hot, electric shock coursed through my body and once again I found myself in that numb, thirsty state.

I looked at Kiyotaka's chest as he pulled his dress shirt up and down with the first two buttons undone, revealing a little of his skin bathed in the ruby light of the cabin, which gave him an almost unreal look.

Like a dream...

I want to touch him...

As there wasn't much space left between us, looking into his eyes I slowly slid my hand down his abdomen, the same one he had kissed moments before, the memory making my whole body shiver, Kiyotaka closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against mine, I could feel his body stiffening with every inch I covered, having his body react to me like that gave me an almost intoxicating feeling of power...

I'm doing this to him.

I wonder what's happening to me, what's happening to Ayanokouji right now and better still, what's happening to us? Why does he keep standing still and letting me touch him like this?

I tried to find an answer, but I couldn't concentrate on anything but what or rather who I was touching...

Finally, my fingers slid across the soft, exposed skin, a hoarse, restrained sigh came from Kiyotaka's already open lips, electric shocks coursing through my body from the point of contact to the tips of my toes.

My heart was racing and my breathing was ragged, I don't know why I was like this, I just felt that the only one capable of making it stop or get worse at the moment was Ayanokoiuji, well at least that's what my intuition said.

Ayanokouji's lips looked so soft and attractive, how had I never noticed that before?

"Let me know if you want me to stop"

That was my only warning before I stood on my tiptoes, grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him towards me.

Kiyotaka's lips were intoxicating, soft and electric.

Kissing Ayanokouji was like injecting adrenaline straight into his veins.

Devastating...

But something seemed out of place.

I pulled back, my body trembling, and that's when I noticed the veins on his arms and his white fingertips against the wall behind me.

He was holding back.

"There's no need to hold back," my voice came out as a hoarse, muffled whisper, "I'm not made of glass," I concluded, looking into his eyes.

A moment of doubt passed before his dark, monotonous gaze was replaced by a fiery, magnetic glow.

He quickly closed the distance by wrapping one of his arms around me and the other held my chin.

"Open your mouth", still in a daze, I obeyed, my heart beating like crazy.

I didn't see, I only felt the moment when he glued his mouth to mine, his tongue invading... no, claiming mine. I could barely keep up with his frantic, desperate pace, as if he'd been waiting for this for a long time. My nipples were tingling against my brast, my blood rushing through my veins like washing, making me feel as if the heat would melt my bones at any moment.

Ayanokouji left my lips and I almost collapsed, but Kiyotaka supported me with one leg between mine, touching the most sensitive and moist area of my body.

A needy moan climbed up my throat before I could cover my mouth, Kiyotaka grabbed my trembling hand and kissed it, a dark and dangerous glint dancing in his eyes, I bit my lower lip as self-punishment.

He moved his supporting leg and I thought I was going to explode, indistinct sounds wanted to come out but I clamped my lips shut tightly and looked at Kiyotaka in fury.

"Yo-" the words died on my lips as Kiyotaka clamped his mouth around my neck, sucking and kissing me, leaving a trail of destruction wherever he went, it was impossible not to squirm and the more I tried not to move, the more that area was stimulated, causing sensations and reactions in my body, in my mind and in me that were impossible to explain or put into words, I wanted to scratch him, I wanted to make him suffer?

I took my hands out of his silky brown hair and started working on the buttons of his shirt.

He stopped and I wanted to scream at him NOT TO STOP.

Kiyotaka pulled away a little without interrupting the contact and grabbed my shirt.

A mutual consensus passed between us, 'one piece of clothing for another. That's what we decided.

So at the same time as Ayanokoiji ripped my blouse, I destroyed the last remaining buttons, he got rid of his shirt and I got rid of my bra and the tatters of my tank top.

He stopped as soon as he saw my completely naked torso, I couldn't face him, my face was on fire and my exposed skin burned under his intense gaze.

"Look at me like you're madly in love and want me at any cost"

His voice, devoid of its usual monotonous tone, hit me like a punch in the stomach making me lose my breath and inflaming those feelings even more.

What does he mean by that? I can stop here and now... but do I really want to?

I must be crazy.

I gathered all my strength and looked at Kiyotaka, whatever he saw in my eyes made him flinch, probably in shock.

I myself couldn't believe what I was doing.

We closed the distance once again, but now we were sure that neither of us wanted to stop. Not until it was all over.

So I decided to put all rationality and uncertainty aside and just let my own body dictate the rules.

We became a frantic, desperate mess, possessing, seeking, taking and punishing.

I scratched his back until I drew blood while Kiyotaka worked on my breasts, no matter what he did the need for more only increased and the heat and wetness between my legs kept rising and rising in peaks every time he nibbled or sucked on a nipple, making me wonder if this was some new kind of torture.

"K-kiyotaka" his name left my lips like a wail, "I need..." a plea.

"What do you need?" His hoarse voice and ragged breathing in my ear sent a shiver down my spine, making me squirm and my stomach clench.

He---- hatred.

"Here" I hid my face in the hollow of his neck as I guided his hand to the neediest part of my body.

Between my legs.

The hoarse sigh that left his throat when he felt my panties totally soaked made my whole body shudder.

In one swift movement Kiyotaka got rid of it and I think I heard the sound of fabric tearing, probably my panties had suffered the same fate as my shirt.

Kiyotaka touched me methodically as if he were analyzing me and closed his eyes tightly while I covered my mouth trying to make as little noise as possible.

Then he began to move his fingers in earnest, each touch and slide sending waves of heat and pleasure throughout my body, awakening sensations I didn't even know existed. Not satisfied, he inserted two fingers, so suddenly and without any warning that I grabbed his shoulders tightly in search of support while a moan of pain and pleasure from my core made its way out, but before it could come out Ayanokoiji covered my mouth with his, swallowing that sound I didn't know I was capable of producing.

With each new thrust I was pushed to the edge of a precipice and then a third finger joined in, stretching me and making me sore, I bit Kiyotaka's lip and clung to him like a lifeline.

My thoughts shattering... and my flesh clinging to my bones hard enough to break them and my body tensing and reaching for his, I had already fallen, I was suspended only by a thin rope about to break and I wanted to fall... and then...

Nothing...

I opened my eyes, missing the warmth, and found brown eyes with dilated lungs staring at me, their breathing as irregular as mine.

The obvious question on my face was "why did you stop?"

I followed the direction of his eyes to the bulge in his pants, swallowed dryly and with unsteady steps helped him get rid of the bottom of his clothes, I looked at him, I don't have any other sizes to use as a comparison, but that was definitely too big and showed a glint of prey at its tip.

I once wondered if Ayanokouji was a normal boy, and the answer is a big, bright NO.

"Suzune, don't look at him like he's something from another world."

He called me by my first name... a few minutes in a theater booth did more for our relationship than months of joint cooperation.

"If you keep tensing up like that, you won't be able to receive me."

It was a warning that sounded more like a threat.

"You wouldn't do that," I replied in a threatening tone.

Kiyotaka tried to get up, but I grabbed his waist with my legs and wrapped my arms around his neck. It was a reflex and it scared me.

"I won't let you get away," I whispered. I can't believe what I'm saying and doing, in fact I don't even recognize my own voice.

"Me run away? Suzune, you're the one who's scared."

The almost obscene way Kiyotaka pronounced my name made my heart pound in a different way.

His limbs pressed against my entrance, making my whole body shiver, a needy moan left my lips.

"That word doesn't exist in my vocabulary," I replied, my blood boiling with irritation or excitement. It didn't matter anymore, I just wanted to prove him wrong and so without much thought I pushed my body against his, taking in his entire length and girth in one go.

A mistake. The pain that accompanied my irresponsible action almost dismounted me, I grabbed Kiyotaka's hair and bit his shoulder to keep from screaming.

It was all his fault.

Why did my first time have to be with him?

Kiyotaka grabbed my hair, pulling me so that he could look me in the eye, and then sealed our lips.

Unlike the others, this one was calm and slow, making the knot in my stomach fall apart and allowing my body to adapt to his like a perfect fit.

And only then did he start to move.

Each thrust sending devastating waves throughout my body, I followed his movements in search of synchronicity, like in an erotic dance.

Kiyotaka held one of my cunts so tightly that he was sure to leave a mark.

And again my body began to tighten, every muscle squeezing my bones, preparing for something...

"K-kiyotaka... I..." I begged... I what? Something was happening, but even after that moment I wouldn't know how to explain it, only that I was on the edge...

I was balancing between pleasure and madness, my thoughts crumbling and my body liquefying at the same time as Kiyotaka shuddered on top of me, entwining his free hand in mine and kissing me fiercely. The rope snapped and we reached the apex, collapsing breathless and totally lost.

My skin still burned, my heart was pounding as if I'd just run a marathon and hot liquid was trickling down my trembling legs.

Kiyotaka's uneven breathing beside me cleared some of the stupor and I realized where we were.

What had I just done? Worse, who have I just done it with?

No, no, no...

"Kiyotaka" I called out, and he looked at me, his eyes still misty, for some reason that made me feel ashamed and I looked away with my face on fire, then I realized how stupid that was and turned to face him.

His eyes stared at me mockingly as if to ask

"Really? This now?"

"We need to go... and clean it up."

He just nodded, got up and got dressed and I remained on the floor, Ayanokouji realized that I hadn't moved and stopped before buttoning the remaining buttons on his shirt.

"Can you get up?"

"..."

"I can carry you-"

"No!" I said hurriedly, I have a reputation to uphold, that's what I wanted to say "I can walk on my own" gathering all my strength and trying to make my legs stop shaking and obey me.

With a lot of effort, I managed to stand on my own two feet. I felt proud of myself, I didn't think I could do it... my joy only lasted until I gave the first push and my legs gave way as if they had turned to jelly.

"I thought I could walk on my own," Kiyotaka said in a ridiculous immigration of me, and I felt my face heat up with shame and anger, and I glared at him.

But I couldn't break free of his grip, because it was either that or the ground.

"Forgive me for disappointing you, big-butt-kun," I replied, using my most ironic tone.

And for a brief second, the corners of Kiyotaka's lips lifted into a small smile.

...PROLOGUE...

Kiyotaka

My cell phone vibrated in my pocket, it was a message.

"I hope you keep what you promised me, Ayanokouji-kun, because it's been very difficult to keep people away from the theater for so long." - Shinohara.

I hung up the phone and looked at a very angry Suzune walking ahead of me.

After we'd finished cleaning up the place, most of it done by me. Obviously.

Horikita unfortunately couldn't find her panties and now believed that I had ripped them off and thrown them in the trash along with her tattered T-shirt and a used condom, which luckily she didn't ask why I had one or how I had gotten it.

What Suzune never imagined, just as it never crossed my mind that she would go through with it, was that I had kept proof of our 'crime', just in case she tried to pretend it never happened.

"In the end, you needed me too much," I whispered close to Suzune's ear. I could see her body shudder and her cheeks turn a violent shade of bright red before she tried to hit me, but I was already far away and she couldn't run

Suzune Horikita

It's been a week...

I've been ignoring Kiyotaka all this time.

Friday finally arrived and Ayanokouji didn't show up. And in a kind gesture, I'd say, our sensei Chabashira asked me to deliver the lesson content to Ayanokouji.

Needless to say how suspicious this sounded, (especially as it came from Chabashira sensei) I was about to delegate this task to the first classmate I could find.

"You're the class leader Horikita, this task belongs to you and no one else."

There was something strange about the way Chabashira sensei said that, so I had no choice but to go.

...♠♠♣♠♠ ...

I'm standing in front of door 401 on the boy's floor.

I take a deep breath trying to get my heart to stop beating so fast, even though a week had passed I still hadn't managed to recover.... somehow it felt like a defeat. It was frustrating to see him acting as if nothing had happened, even after he'd made me go back to my dorm without my panties!

Just the memory made me boil with anger.

I hate him.

Knock knock

Two seconds passed before Ayanokouji opened the door wearing casual clothes.

He looked me up and down and analyzed the briefcase in my outstretched hand.

"Come in"

he invited, making room.

No way!

I wouldn't risk being alone with him again, I knew the consequences.

I waved the folder for him to take, I didn't want to talk to him, not even enough. Ayanokouji looked at the folder and then at me again, narrowing his eyes.

This brought back not very pleasant memories.

However, my body was telling me otherwise, as my heart started hammering in my chest again and I felt my face heat up slightly.

"You're really not going in?"

"You're sick."

A single glance at Kiyotaka was enough to know that he was perfectly well, which meant that he was pretending to be ill, why?

Did he want to bring me here?

Although I was curious about this, at that moment I just wanted to understand how he had convinced Chabashira sensei to help him.

"What's your relationship with Chabashira sensei?"

He tried to pick up the folder, but I had already hidden it behind me.

"I'll tell you if you come in."

I knew he didn't care what was in the folder, Ayanokouji didn't need the lessons we had, I knew that when Chabashira showed me his perfectly manipulated notes.

"I'll go in if you promise to tell me"

"..."

"I promise to tell you"

He gave in pretty quickly, in fact I'm surprised he accepted...

"You have to tell me as soon as I get in, understand?"

He just nodded.

As soon as Kiyotaka closed the door, the climax seemed to change, what I had feared had happened. I was alone with Ayanokouji again.

I swallowed and tried to remain as calm as possible, well... at least on the surface.

"There's nothing in this school that can't be bought with points"

He answered, taking the folder from my hand.

He spent his private points just to bring me here? Why would Kiyotaka Ayanokouji do that? No matter how much I thought, my mind remained blank.

"Tea?"

I might have been curious, but there was no point in continuing in a situation that disadvantaged me.

"Thank you very much for your hospitality Ayanokouji-kun, but I'm in a hurry and I'm sorry I can't stay any longer"

I thanked him and turned to open the door, but it wouldn't open. I tried a few more times, not believing what was happening.

Shit!

I took a few deep breaths to try and calm down before facing Ayanokouji again.

"Kiyotaka, could you please open the door?"

I tried, in the sweetest voice I'd ever allowed myself.

"You called me by my first name again, hm? But I'm afraid I won't be able to fulfill your request."

He replied, approaching slowly and dangerously. I tried to stand my ground, but ended up backing away until my back met the door behind me.

"You can't keep me here, you know that."

I said as firmly as I could.

"You should have thought of that when you only negotiated your way in."

You didn't negotiate your way out was implied.

"So... what are you going to do Suzune?"

He asked with an arm on either side of my body blocking any possible escape route, his face so close to mine that our noses were almost touching.

"What am I going to do? You brought me here. It's you're the one who owes me explanations."

Kiyotaka looked deep into my eyes and then into my mouth, he moved a few centimeters closer, his lips almost touching mine, his warm breath caressing my face, I had to grip my skirt tightly to keep my hands in place, I didn't want what happened in the theater to happen again.

No, it wasn't that.

The truth was that I was afraid that if it happened again, I would lose myself completely.

"Are you telling me to do whatever I want with you?"

His lips brushed mine with every word, and I squeezed my eyes shut, my whole body trembling.

I want to touch him...

"D-don't twist my words, you understood very well what I meant."

Kiyotaka followed the line from my chin to my neck, his nose lightly caressed my skin causing unwanted goose bumps and then he turned away from me.

I allowed myself to breathe again, my lungs pulling in desperate air, I clutched my chest feeling my heart beat as if I had just run a marathon, for a moment I thought I was going to die.

It took me a minute or two to pull myself together and I followed Kiyotaka into the living room.

He pointed to a seat in front of him, fortunately at a safe distance. I sat down and waited patiently, feeling uncomfortable under his analytical gaze.

"Why did you pretend nothing happened?"

"Could you be more precise? A lot has happened."

Ayanokouji had manipulated me a few times and every time I tried to confront and whenever I tried to confront him, he'd play the idiot, so it was only fair to make him taste his own poison.

His gaze intensified, but I didn't give in, maybe, just maybe I was being a bit childish.

"All right... I'll let you go if..."

I felt my relief drain away with that 'if'.

"Follow me, I'll show you."

I really wish I had ignored the threat in Chabashira sensei's tone and simply given that folder to any of my colleagues.

Without any choice, I followed Ayanokouji into the kitchen, but something caught my eye with my peripheral vision.

I spotted a familiar white dot through an ajar door. I approached and there was no doubt, the white, lacy fabric of my panties seemed to glow in contrast to the black bedspread.

I picked up my panties, anger and humiliation burning my cheeks, and turned to Ayanokouji who was watching me from the doorway.

"Kiyotaka you're a pervert, let me out of here now!"

"At the moment, you can only negotiate your way out. So the panties stay on."

He finished, closing the door.

"What?!"

Ayanokouji didn't seem the least bit upset that I'd called him a pervert. Maybe he really was and just accepted the fact?

"This here is the 'if' that separates you from freedom"

I looked at the candy in Kiyotaka's hands and the answer was no! I'd seen something like that before in romance anime and it was so ridiculous.

"There's no one else here who thinks that but you."

Kiyotaka seemed to read my thoughts.

"No, no and don't, choose anything else, because I won't do it."

Faster than my eyes could follow Kiyotaka pushed me onto the bed and climbed on top of me, pinning my arms above my head.

"If you prefer we can repeat what happened in the booth at the drama club a week ago... was I specific enough?"

His words gushed with irony, he made that absurd proposal knowing that I was going to refuse.

"That's ridiculous"

I muttered, giving in.

Ayanokouji put the candy between his lips and offered it to me, I took a bite.

It's just a sweet Suzune, it's just a sweet.

I ended the small part separating our lips, feeling Kiyotaka's mouth and warm breath so close...

Ayanokouji let go of my arms, but I didn't move.

Why wouldn't my damn body obey me???

"Why are you here Suzune?"

I felt my body begin to heat up, even though Kiyotaka was now in his usual monotone tone, the way he had called my name at the drama club was seared into my memory like a hot iron scar, still alive and burning...

"Why did you-"

The accusation turned into a sigh after Kiyotaka kissed my neck with his tongue.

"Me?"

His lips molded the question to my ear...

Why was I there? Why had I come after the damn panties even though my mind was screaming that it was a trap?

"Let me answer your questions... Suzune... you want to be here..."

He started opening my red blouse and slowly unbuttoning one by one the buttons of my white dress shirt.

My mind was screaming for me to stop him, but my body simply wouldn't obey, it seemed numb from the calculated pressure of having Kiyotaka sitting on top of me as he spoke unhurriedly.

"The truth Horikita... is that you're here because you chose to come here, you chose not to go over Chabashira sensei's head, you chose to come in and you chose to come to my room..."

Ayanokouji finished speaking at the same time as he unbuttoned the last button and opened my blouse.

His words sounding like a death sentence hit me hard.

"N-no"

I couldn't give up, even though my body seemed to have given up a long time ago.

Traitor.

"You can deny it all you want, but your body Suzune..."

And there it was... that obscene way of pronouncing my name waking up all my newly discovered senses.

"Your body doesn't lie."

I was judged and condemned by Ayanokouji, I would seek to redeem myself with my rationality soon, but not at that moment... because there was no hope for me anymore.

I'm way beyond salvation.

That was the last thing I thought before wrapping my arms around Kiyotaka's neck and kissing him, feeling that electrifying sensation waking my body from a deep sleep.

This time there was no rush, no one to interrupt us, so we explored each other's mouths without any urgency.

We only stopped so that he could slide my clothes over my shoulders, in an almost ritualistic way... Then I helped him pull his shirt over his head, messing up his brown hair even more.

I touched his tanned, soft skin and his abdomen was a breathtaking sight. I didn't have time to contemplate it the first time, a sin I wouldn't commit twice.

I felt every curve of his well-defined muscles, felt my heart beat in my fingers and his warm skin under my palm. Was this what it felt like to really feel someone?

Intoxicating.

I didn't want that moment to end, so I slowly ran my hands up his body, trying to record the feel of his skin under my hands until I held his face. His expression remained impassive, but his eyes stared at me with redoubled intensity, revealing the storm raging inside his soul.

I pulled him to me and Kiyotaka slipped an arm around my waist, bringing our bodies together and eliciting a moan of approval from me. With his free hand, Ayanokouji grabbed my hair, pulling me closer and deepening the kiss, which quickly took on a frantic, crazy rhythm.

I felt longing.

Until that wasn't enough anymore, we needed more contact, skin on skin, and that's what I'd been longing for all week.

"Ayanokouji-kun?"

We separated quickly, trying to calm down.

It was Kushida and some more male voices in the background indicated that the three idiots were with her and had already gone inside.

They arrived at the worst possible time.

I looked at Kiyotaka in panic.

"Are you in your room?"

Sudo-kun's footsteps denounced his approach. Kiyotaka jumped out of bed, pulled down his shorts and grabbed some clothes to hide the fact that he was ready for anything but an unwanted visitor.

I quickly grabbed the clothes I had taken off, trying not to leave any traces.

"Kushida-chan was worried so we came" -Ike

"Are you going to do the laundry?" -Suduo

"Where's Horikita-san?" - Kushida

My eyes widened as I suddenly heard my name mentioned.

"Suzune is here? Where?"

For some reason Sudo seemed very excited and a little anxious. And why was he using my first name?

"I thought I heard her voice..."

Footsteps sounded and the bedroom door opened. I thanked myself for holding my mouth shut with my hands.

"What would Horikita be doing in Ayanokouji's room Kushida-chan?"

"That's right, you may have heard wrong."

"Ayanokouji... you look pretty good for someone who's sick." - Yamauchi changed the direction of the conversation and it seemed that everyone was focused on Ayanokouji now.

He shrugged and led them away until I could no longer hear their voices and footsteps, finally allowing me to breathe normally.

"Aaa"

A small cry of surprise came out as Ayanokouji opened the cupboard doors at once.

"How did you manage to get in there?"

It was a rhetorical question, he was making fun of me.

Deplorable.

Ayanokouji helped me out by supporting me, but I felt something catch on my tights and rip them.

Why did those things have to be so fragile? It was just a zipper. It's a good thing I had several in reserve, because they were so easily damaged.

I couldn't go back to my dorm with that. Or rather, the sun had already set! If they saw me leaving Kiyotaka's room still in my uniform, there would certainly be a lot of questions...

"You need to go to my dorm and get me some casual clothes."

I asked, spreading my hands on Kiyotaka's still naked chest, I had forgotten how he looked and how I looked, I walked away.

"No, I'm going anyway."

Before I could start getting dressed, Kiyotaka grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards him, causing our bodies to collide and a gasp of surprise to leave my mouth.

"We've already had this conversation."

Even so, I still wanted to run away, I didn't really know what or who I was running from, I just knew that all that information was making me dizzy and unable to think clearly and that scared me.

I couldn't go on like this... where would it end?

Nowhere.

It would be the second and last time it happened, there was this understanding inside me. I was going to expunge Ayanokouji Kiyotaka from my mind once and for all.

"That will be the last time."

If it would bring me back to normal, then I would do it without resistance.

"Let's not hold back then."

It was the only warning I received before Kiyotaka grabbed my legs and threw me onto the bed, any trace of delicacy completely extinguished, there was no time for the soft mattress to repel me because soon Ayanokouji was on top of me, he's body pressing against mine and he's hands drawing the curve of my waist.

With his tongue still warring with mine, Ayanokouji got rid of my skirt and panties. He stepped back and got rid of the last of his clothes, while I took off my bra.

We stopped and gazed at each other's nakedness as if in a trance.

It was the last time.

I wanted to etch that attractive, magnetic image deep into my memory so that nothing could erase it.

Kiyotaka held out his hand to me and I took it.

Ayanokouji made me sit on his lap, without penetration even though I was more than ready, we just felt each other.

With his eyes fixed on mine, I started to move. Kiyotaka closed them tightly and pressed his lips together.

For some reason this made me smile, as I felt every cell in my body light up, the back and forth creating a delicious, mind-blowing friction.

Feeling my whole body vibrate, I collapsed, hiding my face in Kiyotaka's shoulder and trying to regulate my breathing. Ayanokouji lay down, taking me with him.

A moment passed...

Before Kiyotaka's hand guided mine to his erection and made me apply the pressure he liked, he was hot and wet from my cum.

I didn't quite know how to proceed, so I started slowly and gained some confidence, taking Kiyotaka's sighs and moans as approval.

I revisited the memories of the theater booth, but specifically the rhythm and strength. The memory was still so vivid in my mind that it wasn't hard to copy...

My heart hammering in my chest and my body heating up and making me moist again, I felt Kiyotaka's body stiffen even more, his hands gripping the bed sheets tightly as his body spasmed and finally he overflowed.

I held my trembling hands, the sensation of touching him still alive and warm, tingling.

I looked at Kiyotaka, his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling rapidly, droplets of sweat appearing all over his body.

It was the last time.

No, no and no. That was my idea and I wasn't going to take it back, and yet why did my chest hurt?

I mounted Kiyotaka and his eyes widened in surprise, but before he or I could think, I kissed him, my thoughts disappearing just as I wanted them to.

Kiyotaka squeezed my waist, provoking a new kind of sensation and his hands roamed my body as if recording every curve, his hands burning my skin, awakening all my senses and making me shiver.

I need to end this soon... before... before I regret it.

"Let's get it over with."

Kiyotaka just nodded in approval and pulled a condom out from under his pillow and handed it to me.

His eyes sparkled with amusement.

"Come on... Suzune..."

The challenge... I accept.

I opened the package while trying to calm down, was it always going to be like this when he said my name?

Damn it, it was just my name, wasn't it? What was so... so... different...?

Kiyotaka sat with his back against the headboard and pulled me to him. The fit was much more rapturous than the first time and for a second everything seemed to stop, just the sound of our rapid breaths mingling.

The kiss we shared this time was like a charge for all the days we'd barely looked at each other, for all the time we hadn't felt each other.

His hands gripping my hips in an almost passive way and dictating a rhythm that was driving me over the edge too fast, or perhaps the feel of his hair in my hand, his sighs and moans without any kind of modesty in my ear, our skins rubbing against each other or our bodies colliding.

I really couldn't tell which of these exerted more power over my body, pushing me into the abyss.

I reached my limit, Kiyotaka following soon after, my whole body relaxing... there was no other way to describe it... it just felt like...

I was in ecstasy.

That's when I had an idea. I grabbed Kiyotaka tightly so that he wouldn't try to escape, and I sucked and bit his neck so that it was marked right where it couldn't be hidden.

"Why did you do that?"

He asked, his hand on the spot where I had just attacked.

"You know that bloody mark that you left on my thigh, they questioned me about it, you know?"

He seemed to understand what I was getting at.

"You're vindictive."

"I just wanted to see what kind of excuses you'd make."

"What if I don't want to?"

My heart skipped a beat, I hadn't thought of that possibility.

"You're not crazy."

I hope not.

"Hey, what's that doubt in your eyes?"

He tried to reach me, but I rolled off the bed, but before I could get too far Kiyotaka's arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me to him and holding me prisoner.

Our bodies sticking to each other from sweat, I felt him hard again. Didn't he get tired? That's what I was going to think before I felt my body getting ready for him too.

Apparently... neither was I.

"It won't hurt."

His voice was hoarse and too close to my ear... it wasn't a healthy combination, especially for my heart and my body, and I felt his warm breath on my shoulder.

He wasn't going to...?

I tried to get away, but my attempt only made his grip around me increase.

I felt his teeth squeezing and marking my skin, I was terrified by the sensation.

I didn't know this kind of pain existed.

Good pain?

No, it was bad, very bad, it made my heart beat faster and my whole body heat up. I threw my head back without trying to hold back a moan of pure excitement.

Then I realized what I was doing and once again tried to pull away. But Kiyotaka's arms remained as firm as chains.

"Let's take a bath."

Let's go? Plural?

"No, you go first... because you have to get my clothes for me."

Kiyotaka hid his face in my shoulder before grabbing one of my breasts and running his hand down between my legs, feeling the wetness.

I squirmed, trying to get away and at the same time get more of his touch.

"Haaa..."

"Suzune..."

I felt like I was falling apart.

"...you still want me to stay away even though you're like this...?

Kiyotaka said, molding the words around my neck and showing me his wet fingers.

"I think I'm going crazy."

"Me too."

He said, throwing me over his shoulder.

"I can walk."

I protested, my voice coming out louder than it should have.

"We know what happened the last time you said that."

He replied ironically, slapping me on the ass.

Damn, damn, damn!

…Shall we continue?     

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Everything was going perfectly well, Kiyotaka was about to kiss me goodbye when the sound of a photo being taken broke us out of our bubble.

When I met the eyes of the person holding a cell phone. The impact that their cold eyes being melted by the flames of hatred had on me was devastating.

I ask myself, how does it feel to have the future of the person you hate most in your hands?

I hope it's enjoyable, because I'm going to do everything I can to answer this question as personally and warmly as possible.

Suzune Horikita

That was crazy...

We'd just had a very long and tiring "goodbye" and yet there I was... throbbing and sensitive, trying at all costs to feel more of your skin on mine...

It was never enough.

The cold water running over my body made me shiver and yet I still felt on fire. There was no time to feel cold as Kiyotaka kissed, caressed and squeezed me in all the right places.



Kiyotaka turned off the shower and pushed me against the cold wall, his lips leaving mine and concentrating on my breasts. Licking, sucking and biting, I had left a mark on his neck, but Kiyotaka seemed to want to write his own name on my breasts and that's not a complaint. Ayanokouji stopped but didn't move away, I could still feel his warm breath on my flushed and sensitive skin, with his firm hands on my waist Kiyotaka moved down... his breath tickling my skin, he got down on his knees and looked at me.

"I want you to put your legs on my shoulders."

It wasn't a request and he was on his knees, it made me have conflicting feelings and sensations so I decided not to question it too much and just obeyed.

Leaning where I could.

The first caress of his tongue on me made me lose my balance and I ended up turning the shower on again, if it hadn't been for Kiyotaka's hands on my waist, I would have had a less than pleasant encounter with the tiled floor.

He waited impatiently until I signaled that I was ready and even though I wasn't, I nodded for him to continue.

I was tense, Kiyotaka's shoulders, although broad, were flat because of the water, and it was difficult to balance myself, mainly because of Ayanokouji's tongue on me. Touching, caressing, sucking and invading places I didn't know needed to be explored.

The moment was tense and torturous and yet I had never felt so... free? I wanted to scream, but I only allowed myself to raise my voice a little - the water from the shower would surely drown out the unrecognizable sounds coming from my throat.

I was almost... I was very close, my body tensing and pulsing in flames, when in one swift movement Kiyotaka put me down and stared at me for a few moments, his lips glistening with moisture, my legs barely able to support me.

"Spread your legs," those brief moments when Kiyotaka's voice lost its usual tone left me feeling completely overwhelmed and glad she wasn't always like this. "Suzune, spread your legs."

I think I've been disconfigured.

I slowly moved one leg away from the other, not too far, just enough. Kiyotaka moistened his fingers with saliva and slowly slid his fingers in, right on the spot, I squirmed feeling the warmth and wetness of his palm, but that didn't compare to what I felt when his fingers began to make precise, well-calculated circles.

No longer able to stand the torture, I began to move on his fingers, trying to force them to make the path I needed them to make, and with that I only managed to stimulate my entrance without receiving the much-desired relief, I was tired and yet I couldn't stop... and so...

"K-kiyotaka..." His dark eyes stared at me with such intensity that it was as if the expressions on my face were a spectacle he couldn't miss for a second... he was certainly torturing me... he wanted to see me beg... me?

Perhaps seeing the resistance on my face, his fingers went halfway inside me, making me almost scream. I bit my lip hard, frustration consuming me.

Humiliating.

"Please..." I whispered, pulling him to me and kissing him.

"It's our last time, right?"

He whispered against my lips. I was so confused that I didn't understand what he was getting at by asking something that had already been made clear from the start, so I just nodded helplessly.

Kiyotaka went back to work more obstinate than ever It didn't take long for my body and me to dissolve into his fingers. He pulled away a little.

"Then I won't get another chance."

He said, his eyes never leaving mine before he slipped his moist fingers into his mouth and sucked on them.



I ended up wearing Kiyotaka's white dress shirt, it was so big that it looked like a short dress and one of the sleeves insisted on slipping off my shoulder.

Ayanokouji was already fully dressed, and before he could make his way towards the door Kiyotaka grabbed my waist, taking me by surprise. His face came close to mine and I didn't protest, but Kiyotaka stopped inches from my mouth at the same time as the sound of a camera flash invaded the room.

Kushida was sitting on a chair with her legs crossed, her cell phone in her hand and a devilish smile on her lips.

I froze.

"You know Horikita-san... when I saw your shoes at the entrance I wondered what you were doing here... I looked for you, but someone stopped me from digging deeper..."

Kushida cast a meaningful glance at Kiyotaka who was still holding my waist.

"I imagined all sorts of scenarios, but I would never have thought that you two were having sex"

She let out a small laugh that reverberated through every bone in my body, sending shivers down my spine.

"For two quiet people, you're pretty loud."

Kushida fiddled with his cell phone and the sound of water mixed with...

I felt my stomach turn... this was a disaster! A bomb dropped on the worst possible person!

"Why do you hate me so much?"

For a while now, Kushida's hatred of me had been bothering me, not that I was some kind of misfit, after all, people tended not to like me, (and I kind of preferred it that way) but soon they simply started ignoring me like I did myself. But Kushida didn't... she kept insisting... I'd always wondered why, but it hadn't really sunk in yet, at least not until now...

It's amazing how my mind only gave me this information too late, if I'd known about it before...

No... it's my fault, I would have remembered if I'd been more aware of my surroundings...

I was stupid.

"I'm not going to tell anyone about your past, in fact I wouldn't have remembered if you hadn't insisted so much... so why don't you delete that photo and the audio and then we'll pretend that none of this ever happened?"

"I confess that for a long time, I just wanted to know your secret so that I could defend myself."

His lips slowly quirked into a languid, exultant smile.

"But now, I have a secret, proof and someone you care about."

She replied, waving the phone and pointing at Kiyotaka. Kiyotaka's arms were no longer around me, but he hadn't completely broken contact, His hand remained on my back in a personal and consoling way.

"I clearly have the upper hand now and I don't intend to give it up, so Horikita-san... sit down and listen to my terms."

Kushida could have ended all this without us knowing right away... she'd have finished me and Kiyotaka off in one fell swoop and yet...

What do you want, Kushida?

I sat down on a narrow sofa with only two seats and crossed my legs, pretending to be calm.

Ayanokouji was quieter than usual, probably because he understood that even though he was involved, Kushida's real target was me.

This feeling of being trapped... it's excruciating. No matter how I think about it, it's deplorable.

"I want to fuck Ayanokouji, that's the price for keeping my mouth shut."

... what?

It took me a while to digest what she said... and no... no, no and no!

"Have you lost your mind?"

"I thought you hated me."

"Don't get me wrong, Ayanokouji-kun, I don't want your body, I want Horikita's reactions while I fuck you."

It was a nightmare, right? I took a deep breath and squeezed my eyes shut tightly, but when I opened them, Kushida was still approaching, seeming to savor every second of my silent suffering.

Agonizing...

Was there really nothing I could do? It was going to happen and I was going to have to watch... the cell phone... no, surely she should have made a backup and several copies, of the audio at least.

"So Horikita-san, what are you going to do?"

Kushida asked stopping right in front of me, I really wanted to hurt her, I wanted to wipe that smile of triumph off her face, even if I had to hurt my hands to do it, but I stopped myself, any sudden movement would mean my total failure at this school.

"There's nothing to be done, right?"

I could feel the thorns in every word that came out of my mouth, my hands could be tied right now. But don't think I won't make you bitterly regret it, Kushida Kikyo.

"Ah, Horikita-san, could you fade for me?"

"What?!"

"My blouse... oh and my skirt too."

She smiled, wasn't she afraid of losing her teeth? I couldn't hold back my fists. My hand stopped so close to her face that I could feel the warmth of her skin.

Kiyotaka grabbed my wrist at the last second, my heart beating violently, I could feel all the anger coursing through my veins.

Liquid fury building up in the corners of my orbs. And then...

Kushida pressed his lips to mine, hard enough to hurt, his tongue trying to invade my mouth, and I shook my head from side to side, trying to get away.

"Don't resist and do the job I gave you"

Kushida was no longer wearing her mask, too much information. She grabbed my chin to make my jaw drop open. Kikyo's tongue invading my mouth was the most disgusting thing I've ever felt.

As tears of frustration and hatred ran silently down the corners of my eyes, I unbuttoned Kushida's uniform and her skirt. She stepped aside, signaling for me to slide the uniform over her shoulders, our busts meeting in the process.

Disgusting.

She stepped off my leg, standing up and letting her skirt slide to the floor, revealing that she had no panties on.

"Don't try anything stupid Horikita-san."

She said sweetly, walking over to Ayanokouji and sitting on his lap. She ran her tongue along Kiyotaka's neck slowly and provocatively as she looked at me, as if trying to see through me.

I was really hoping for a neutral expression on my face. I didn't want to give her that taste...

Kushida was kissing and rolling around on Kiyotaka's lap with gusto, even though his hands still remained motionless at his sides.

"You'd better start making an effort, Ayanokouji-kun."

She smiled once more against Ayanokouji's mouth. Our gazes met for a second.

I'm sorry.

That's what I wanted to say, I felt guilty. Kushida wanted to get back at me, she was doing it because she wanted to make me suffer in some way...

I could no longer watch Kiyotaka's hands running over Kikyo's smooth skin, making my stomach turn. I felt my scalp burn as Kushida grabbed my still damp hair tightly and forced me to go back to watching the scene of their bodies already prepared for penetration.

Kushida slowly climbed down.

"How does it feel to have something of yours taken Horikita-san?"

Something of mine...?

"K-kiyotaka is not mine."

It was the truth... but the words sounded like a blatant lie.

Kushida's loud moans snapped me back to reality, the knot in my stomach intensifying with every sound and every look and smile Kushida gave me.

I got up quickly and ran.

I barely managed to open the lid before all the contents of my stomach came out.

I could still hear them. So I closed the bathroom door and leaned on it. My whole body was shaking and my heart was beating strangely.

I closed my eyes trying to control my breathing, but images of Kushida and Kiyotaka came to mind.

I held my head between my hands, I wanted to scream and cry but nothing came out, I felt like I was overflowing but at the same time I felt empty.

I wanted to grieve... I just didn't know what exactly and for what I was grieving. Was it because I had learned to hate, because my future was on the line or because...

"Suzune"

The voice, muffled by the wood between us, echoed. I took a deep breath and straightened my posture.

"Is she gone?"

"Yes."

I turned to the sink and washed my face and mouth, then left. I didn't look Kiyotaka in the eye and turned away when he tried to touch me.

He didn't deserve it, I know. We were the victims and yet... the sweet, cloying scent of Kushida emanated from Kiyotaka.

Don't think, don't remember...

"You need to disinfect yourself."

Why did my voice sound so angry? Maybe my emotions had crossed the line and that's why I couldn't interpret or understand them.

Kiyotaka passed me on his way to the bathroom.

I sat on the floor and stared at the wall, my mind too noisy for me to understand anything. I awoke from my stupor when a bag containing my clothes fell into my lap.

I took off Ayanokouji's white shirt and put on the clothes he had taken from my room.

After organizing my clothes and putting them in the bag, I headed out of Ayanokouji's dorm without a single word.

I didn't want to talk, I didn't want to think, I didn't want to remember and most of all I didn't want to feel...

Our farewell didn't end as we had hoped.

Keep going.