Yuki didn't need to be told twice.
Aiko's desperate moans were music to his ears, He slid two fingers into her pussy, savoring the way her walls clenched around him. Her back arched, her cries muffled against the pillow as his fingers pumped—slowly at first, teasing, then faster and deeper, watching her body squirm under his touch.
Aiko bent lower, spreading her legs wide, letting both his fingers move deeper into her body. Her face was still pressed down to the mattress with her hands holding tight.
"Damn, you're so wet," he growled, his voice ragged with need. "This is what happens when you're naughty." He slapped her ass—once, then again—before cupping the soft flesh with both hands. His palms molded to the shape of her cheeks, squeezing gently, then firmly, until she let out another ragged moan.
So soft...
Damn, Aiko's husband was truly missing a lot!
Her fingers gripped the sheets again, her legs trembling from being pressed on the bed for too long. "Yuki, oh Fuck. Oh my, mmhm." He just loved the way she called his name. Damn, he could die for the way she moans.
His teeth grazed against his lips, watching her ass encircle his fingers, the way her back arched for him, the way her body responded to just his fingers.
"Motherfucking shit"
He leaned down and captured her lips in a fierce, consuming kiss—one that stole the very breath from her lungs. Her lips swollen and red but that didn't stop her from matching his vibes.
He turned her over again, staring down at her flushed face, her nipples peeking through the thin sheen of sweat on her chest. Her breasts bounced slightly as he moved, drawing a deep groan from his throat. He grabbed one and gave it a soft squeeze, rolling the nipple between his fingers until she gasped.
"Don't stop," He didn't. He added a third finger inside her, stretching her just right. Aiko let out a choked sound, eyes fluttering shut as her body tightened around him. Her legs locked around his waist, and her hands clawed at his shoulders.
Her arms wrapped around his neck, her heated breath on Yuki's neck. He groaned, smashing her pussy with his four fingers. The fuck her pussy was just the best---Tight and big. The perfect kind his main character Roonie in the game had.
She gasped, squirting instantly. Her head dropped low on the bed but she didn't let go off her grasp on Yuki. She pulled him closer, pressing her soft breasts against his chest. "Fuck, you are so good. More..." Her smile was that of an enchanting goddess, as she pushed him down on the bed, climbing over him.
Her hands trembled slightly, sliding down his hips, tracing the waistband before tugging it slowly with her pinky fingers. Swears, he was already dripping wet. Her hand went lower, coursing through the lines of his stomach until it stopped there. On his dick.
Yuki's head spun downwards, gaze fixed on whatever her hand was doing to his dick.Yuki tried to speak, but her fingers were already curling beneath the fabric, dragging his underwear completely off him. "A-Aiko…" he rasped, eyes wide, voice barely holding itself together.
"You like it?"
"Huh---" He muttered, losing his sanity at the brink. Aiko was just too perfect with what she does. That fact itself couldn't be disputed anytime nor anywhere. And her fingers were like minds on its own. He felt a build up in his dick, a pressure coiling so tightly it nearly drove him insane.
"I-I can't... it feels—" His sentence broke off into a gasp, his head falling back against the pillow as his body trembled beneath her with her stroking even becoming more intense.
Aiko leaned closer, her lips brushing the lobe of his ear, her thumb swept across his tip gently. He let out a strangled, broken moan, eyes squeezed shut, chest heaving as he came hard into her hand, his release hot and fast.
For a moment, the world went completely still as he released. Yuki lay there, panting, stunned as his cum continued drip on the bedsheet. Aiko watched him with a soft, satisfied smile, brushing her fingers lightly against his flushed cheek. She went for the tip of his cock, and unexpectedly, she swallowed it whole, gagging on his dick.
Aiko's lips parted slowly, taking him whole until he could feel himself pressing against her throat walls. Yuki's fingers tangled in her hair, urging her gently, overwhelmed by the heat building inside him.
"I didn't know the quiet student in my class was this rough in bedroom." She mumbled, gagging on her spit. She gasped out loud, taking out his cock from her mouth and swallowing his cum into her throat. "Fuvk, that's delicious."
"You taste even better than I imagined," she murmured, licking her lips slowly as she climbed back up to meet his gaze. Her fingers traced along his jawline before sliding down his neck, sending shivers through him.
He swallowed hard, still catching his breath.
Damn! Thinking Ayumi gives the best blowjob, Aiko just topped Yumi's game.
Aiko Vs Yumi
Aiko: 5 points
Yumi: 2 points.
There was no need for comparison! Aiko Tanaka was just the best!
"Does this mean you'd give me good grades, Miss Tanaka?"
Aiko's smirk deepened, her fingers trailing lazily down his chest. "Good grades?" she purred, eyes glinting with mischief. "With a mouth like that and hands like those? You might just make it to the top of the class."
Yuki's lips curved, still catching his breath. "Then I guess I'll have to keep impressing the teacher. I wouldn't want to fail… especially not in oral exams."
Aiko leaned in, their lips almost touching. This time around, there wasn't any hesitation from her. "Careful, Yuki. I might start assigning extra credit. And those lessons? They don't come cheap."
He chuckled, voice husky. "What if I want a full course—practical and theory?"
Her fingers slid back down, helping him pull up his underwear to his knees. "Then show up to class early," she whispered, "and bring that dirty mouth with you."
*****
He dared not to believe as he fell on the bed, dressing up completely and as for Aiko, she had changed into a thin lace underwear from her closet, now wearing a baggy shirt that reached to her ankle. "Did you forget why you came here Yuki? It's already late and I haven't learnt how to bake a cake."
"How about I come here next time?"
"By 8pm, when Missmi is better asleep or at his second aunt's house."
"Tomorrow?"
Aiko didn't answer too quick. She had a lot of things slated for Sunday and that included drafting up her lecture notes in the teacher's lounge. She walked over to the room door, leaning against its frame. "I have a lot of things sadly. School work and also, there's an online conference I have to finish up."
"Then we can meet during school hours?"
"Um, I will think about it." Aiko strode out of the bedroom, the door slamming close into it's sheath. That was when reality dawned on him. Yuki fell back to the bed, exhaling weakly.
She didn't promise him tomorrow.
She didn't even promise him anything.
"Don't overthink too much. She is perhaps the kind of girl that loves her man to guess what she thinks." He let out a long, uneven breath. "Reiji would be shocked to hear that I just fucked Aiko. The one and only Aiko."
He chuckled dryly to himself, dragging a hand down his face as he stared at the ceiling. "Reiji's gonna choke on his damn energy drink." He got up from the bed, his imagination withering off while he took his steps into the bathroom.
His phone was still on the sink where he had perfectly left it, turned off and he smiled sheepishly. "So the game just needed the phone to be turned off?" It was more of a victorious smile than ever before.
He turned it on, noticing the number of missed call from Emi and then he yelled fuck out loud. Today was the Saturday bake-a-thon at the Suncrest delight. Saturday was a day with high rush in of customers either booking for private ceremonies or just coming in to enjoy themselves.
"Where the fuck have you been Yuki Mori! I had to handle the flush of people and you know that isn't easy for me. Don't bother coming, you're fired."
He swiped through the call logs: seven missed calls, two texts.
Emi: Where are you??? We're swamped!
Emi: Forget it. You're done. Don't bother coming.
His stomach dropped. He was fired just like that. "Oh my, I have to apologize to Emi. She didn't deserve this." He groaned, taking his rumpled shirt from Aiko's bedroom floors and rushing out of the house.
******
Suncrest Delight...
He ran as fast his legs could take him until he stumbled in front of the glass back entrance to the bakery, pulling out his card and shoving it to the monitor.
[Access denied]
"What the hell?" he whispered, breathing hard, sweat dripping from his temple. He wiped it off with the back of his hand, then tried the card again.
[Access denied]
"No, no, no—come on..." he muttered, slamming his palm against the glass. He cleaned off the corner of the card again, trying to attempt but he stopped. He peeked through the glass, struggling to see truly the newly tinted black window. "Emi?" He called out but there was no response.
Shit!
Shit!
Shit!
He screamed, kicking the dustbin on the street. The metal bin clanged and rolled over with a loud crash, drawing the attention of a few passersby, who turned to stare before quickly minding their business again. Yuki didn't care.
"Fuck!" he barked again, raking his hands through his messy hair. "Here goes my tuition fee for next session!"