It didn't take long for Yuki's pants to tighten again. He groaned, clutching his sides.
"Um, Miss Tanaka, can I use your restroom? I swear it won't take long."
He raised two fingers awkwardly in the air.
"Oh." Aiko's discomfort still lingered on her face, but she didn't hesitate. She blinked as if catching up to reality.
"Oh—yeah. Upstairs, second door to the right. Just… don't trip over the pirate treasure box. I haven't had time to clean up his mess. Or rather…" She paused, "you could use the one in my room."
Her room? She literally just said he could go into her room?
"I don't think you'd know where that is either. I'll show you. Let me just drop Missmi's things on the kitchen counter for washing. Hope you don't mind?"
Yuki's eyes flickered from defeat to something else—hope. Just the two of them, alone. In the bedroom.
Who knew what could happen?
That thought lingered, arousing him further. Heat crept up the back of his neck as he swallowed hard. "N-No, I don't mind," he stammered, trying to sound casual and failing miserably.
His eyes trailed after her as Aiko turned on her heel and disappeared into the kitchen. Damn. That round, plump ass of hers was a world of its own. He imagined getting lost in it.
She returned quickly, wiping her hands on the sides of her pajama pants. "Okay, follow me," she said softly. Maybe it was just his imagination, but there was a small twitch in her lips—a secret, hesitant smile?
He tried to stay respectful, focusing on the back of her head. But the sway of her waist as she climbed the stairs in front of him?
So hot, so sexy!
It literally was calling him to be fondled naughtily. Begging to be touched and slapped.
By the time they reached her room, he was sweating bullets. "This is my room. You can use the bathroom." She removed the lock, pushing the door open.
Warmth greeted him first. Then the sight of toys stacked neatly on the shelves. Probably Missmi's.
"I'll wait for you on my bed."
Yuki nodded, slipping into the bathroom. The door shut with a loud click, and only then did he finally release the sultry groan lodged in his throat. "Damn, that was a relief," he muttered, unzipping his pants down to the last notch. He pulled out his hard cock and began to stroke slowly, just enough to ease the ache.
He leaned over the sink, cold water rushing over his fingers as he cleaned himself up. His face flushed, remembering the kitchen disaster. He was about to leave when his mind wandered to his buzzing phone.
Tempted, he opened the game app.
His follower count had skyrocketed. A smile curved his lips as he scrolled.
[SYSTEM HAS BEEN UPDATED]
The message blinked on-screen. He tapped it, skimming through the terms and conditions.
Whatever had happened in that kitchen could not be repeated.
He had been this close to getting into Aiko's pants—until the system ruined it.
A mischievous thought popped into his head.
"If I turn you off, you won't interfere with reality, will you?"
He smirked, powering off the phone and leaving it on the sink.
Cleaned and calmer, he stepped out.
"You took so long, Yuki," Aiko groaned from the bed.
"Sorry," he said awkwardly, walking over to her. She was sitting patiently on the edge.
"Are you ready to go?"
"Not just yet…" he said with a spark in his eyes, closing the space between them.
Soon, there was no space at all.
Gently, he lifted her chin.
"Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?"
"Uhm… I guess not," she mumbled, eyes avoiding his. She was clearly resisting—fighting not to fall a second time.
"I should go to the kitchen—"
"Or how about you be my kitchen?" he teased. "Let me cook you up and eat you."
"Yuki Mori," she snapped, his name loud but her voice… soft. Shaky. Not fully convinced. Her cheeks were flushed, lips parted slightly.
"I have a kid downstairs. What if he walks in?"
"I can lock the door."
Click.
Yuki turned the lock behind him. Aiko's cheeks deepened in color. Slowly, he unclipped his belt, sliding it off with a soft clink as it hit the floor.
He approached the bed, his hands grazing her back as he gently turned her around, guiding her to lean over the edge of the mattress. One knee pressed into the bed as he bent behind her, hands tracing from her back to her waist.
His palms landed on her hips, then dipped lower.
His fingers gripped her ass, squeezing gently.
Aiko gasped, her spine arching, legs tightening. Her body froze for a moment—but she didn't stop him.
Instead, she looked back over her shoulder, bent lower, and let out a soft moan.
"Can you moan my name?"
"…Yuki…" she whispered. Not too loud. Not too soft. Just enough to make his head spin.
He smiled, lips brushing against her nape. Her body was already heating up.
Her breath caught as his teeth grazed her earlobe. Her fingers clutched the covers like an anchor. His hands returned to her hips, pulling her closer until there was no space left.
His mouth hovered over hers, breath hot, waiting—giving her the chance to stop him.
She didn't. She wanted it. Her body was answering his touch perfectly.
His tongue swirled around her earlobe before sucking it hard.
"Yu—ki," she moaned again, fists clutching the sheets.
"You're very naughty, Aiko."
Her lips curled into a slow, dangerous smile.
"What if I keep being naughty, Yuki?"
His eyes darkened with lust. He leaned in until their foreheads touched.
"In fact…"
His hand moved to the nape of her neck, gripping gently.
"You're a teacher, right? You punish naughty students? Well, how about I make you my student… and punish you?"
He guided her down until her cheek met the mattress, one hand pressing gently at her neck.
"Is this what you wanted, Aiko?" he whispered, his other hand trailing up her thigh, slow and torturous.
She trembled.
"…Maybe…"
He slid her pajama pants down, revealing black lace underwear.
"Then maybe… you need more than just a lesson."
His fingers slipped beneath the panties, stroking between her folds. She arched back toward him, soft murmurs escaping her lips.
"You like this?" he growled softly, lips tracing her spine.
She couldn't speak. She only nodded like an obedient student.
Grinning, he spread her legs further. His fingers parted her wet folds, his pinky brushing her swollen clit.
"Mhm… You like that, Teacher?"
Without warning, he yanked her panties off completely and smacked her ass—red handprints blooming instantly.
Aiko gasped, body twitching as he flipped her over. He held her legs in the air and buried his face between her thighs.
She cried out, writhing beneath his tongue, gripping the sheets.
"Yuki—oh fuck! Finger me already!"