Opening his eyes, Akira felt a light weight pressing down on his chest, along wiht the smell of vanilla and fresh fruit scented shampoo entering his nasal cavities.
The pleasant aroma made him smile with joy as he recognised its source. Akira had grown accustomed to the scents of vanilla and fruits, since Yuka had been by his side every day for the past six months.
Looking down at his chest, a sleeping Yuka was under his blanket, wearing her pyjamas, and resting her face on his chest. Her hair was tussled, while her slender feet were tangled with his harder ones.
Akira reached out, wrapping his arms around Yuka's waist gently, causing the girl who was pretending to sleep to freeze up for a second before seemingly melting from his warm embrace.
Akira spun onto his side, bringing Yuka along wiht him, and spooning Yuka. Her chest was pressed against his chest, and Akira hummed in pleasure as he felt two soft mounds pressing against his chest.
Yuka's breathing became visibly quickened, her cheeks and ears turning red as her fair palms clamped down on his shirt, curling into fists. The heat from her body shot up.
"Your body is starting to burn up from the heat, Yuka. Why is that? Is someone feeling horny? Hmm~," Leaning down next to her ear, Akira grinned as he whispered quietly, his breath sending shivers down Yuka's spine.
"N-No, I don't! I-I was cold, so I came in here to get some heat... I hope it's okay with you, and sorry for not asking for permission." Yuka opened her eyes, her beautiful black pupils glazed over with a thin membrane of water.
Yuka panted as she looked up at Akira with a guilty face, and the boy instantly tensed, his face frozen as he held himself back from leaning down and kissing her right there and then.
"Akira, is everything okay?"
Yuka smiled, noticing Akira's predicament, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest as she suddenly gained confidence. She presses her breasts, the tiny peaks on her two mounds hard and pressing against Akira's chest.
"Yuka, stop..."
Akira struggled to hold back a groan as he spoke to his friend. He wasn't sure if he wanted to continue being like this, not when Akira had sworn not to be like his mother.
If he did what he swore not to do, then he would be even worse than his mother, since he was two years younger than she was when she got pregnant with him.
"Why would I stop, Akira? I was only starting to feel warm~," Yuka grinned, her eyes turning into half moons. She felt Akira's heart beat faster against her cheek, and she grinned.
Her legs moved up, lying on Akira's before she pushed her knees between his legs forcefully. She moved her knees up, and just as it was about to touch the area she desired-
Bang!
Bang!
"Open the damn door already! How long is your lazy ass going to sleep? We have a mission to get to in an hour!"
Yuka and Akira froze as Maki's annoyed voice echoed from behind the door. Yuka felt her face scrunch up in anger at being interrupted, while Akira felt relief.
He doesn't know if he could have stopped himself without Maki's sudden interruption. Though, as a man, Akira also felt a bit frustrated at Yuka needing to stop due to Maki.
"Looks like we were interrupted... Well, we always got another day to do it~" Yuka sighed before smiling, throwing the blanket off the two. Yuka sat upright, inching to the end of the bed before standing up.
"Hmmm~,"
Yuka closed her eyes, stretching her hands above her head, causing her shirt to ride up and expose her flat belly, and the swell of her hips to Akira's eyes.
Smirking to herself, Yuka walked to the door, not covering her crotch area, which looked a bit damp right now. She reached for the doorknob before opening it lazily.
"Finally! What took so long?- What the hell?!" Maki ranted angrily, only for her body to freeze up as she met Yuka's eyes. She looked down and up, noticing the wet patch on her crotch, and Maki felt her chest tighten.
Unknown anger rushed into her chest and head, before she quickly calmed down. She had no reason to be angry, especially since Akira and Yuka were so close....
So why did she feel the desire to slap the smug look off this girl's face?
"Sorry for the long wait, Maki. Akira is currently showering, and will be ready in 10 minutes," Yuka looked at Maki, a nd grinned as she noticed the conflicted emotions in her eyes.
She knew this bitch had desires for her man!
Her eyes always stay on Akira much longer than anyone else, and she doesn't avoid physical contact with him either. And she trains with him every day.
She knew this btich wa slusting after her man!
"You could come back in a few."
"Tch! That's fine, I can wait here. It's not like the mission is going to run away," Maki crossed her arms as she replied, clicking her tongue in annoyance. She moved to the wall before resting her back against it, looking down at the floor.
Maki clenched her fists, her joints popping quietly due to the amount of force she was exerting.
Inside the room, Akira was already in the shower, washing his hair and body. His ears and lips twitched as he saw through the walls and heard everything from the other side of the room.
A few minutes later, Akira got out and dried himself up before rinsing his hair. After that, he dressed up in a new pair of his custom uniform, which Gojo had given him one pair for each day of the week.
This way, he can wear a new and clean set every day while the others are washed and ready for the next week by the private nurse hired to wash their clothes.
Click~
Opening the door, Akira walked ot the two girls, both silently staring at each other, only for their stare to be broken once he got next to them. Akira rubbed her fingertips as he met Maki's eyes.
"Good morning, Maki. We should get going since the mission is quite a bit far from us," Akira nodded a greeting, only for Maki to ignore him as she turned around and started walking away.
Akira watched her back get smaller, a sigh leaving his lips. His eyes could clearly see that Maki was exhibiting a higher level of emotional state right now, her heart beating much faster, and her skin flushed from anger.
"Don't worry about her for now, Akira. Instead, give me my goodbye kiss~,"
Akira turned to Yuka, and he smiled as he leaned down, expecting a peck on her cheek. Yuka's lisp curved nervously, before turning her head as fast as she could.
"Hm?!"
Akira watched as his lips landed right on Yuka's.
The soft sensations caused him to freeze in place, allowing Yuka to lick his bottom lip before placing a series of rapid pecks on his lips. A second later, Yuka giggled as she turned and ran away.
"See you later, make sure you aren't hurt!" Yuka's voice echoed in the hallway as her back faded away, leaving Akira standing in shocked silence.
"That... That was my first kiss..." Coming back to his senses, Akira muttered, tracing his lips with his finger.
_____________________________________________
Leave a Power Stop!