21.11.2015 – Morning – Togo Residence

The door to Hifumi's room slowly opened, revealing the room's owner to her mother who was sitting on a chair in the kitchen, resting her head on her hand. "Hifumi!" The women quickly rose from the chair and rushed towards her daughter. She immediately noticed the poor state she was in. Dark bags under her bloodshot eyes, rugged hair, clothes stinking with a mixture of sweat, tears and vomit... "I was so worried... What happened?" Looking back at their conversation two days ago, she had a pretty good idea what might have happened, she just wasn't sure if it its wise to mention it directly.

Hifumi rubbed her eyes as she sighed. "I'll be fine... I hope so. Yesterday I... Got information that Akira... T-The boy I'm dating has... D-Died... " She wrapped her arms around herself as she took a slow, deep breath to calm herself and stop the shaking she felt building up in her chest. Her mother did alike, hugging her daughter tightly and slowly running her hand up and down her daughter's hair. "I-I felt so hopeless... So sad... I-I didn't want to believe it, I kept trying to contact him, but he never responded... I thought he really is dead... B-But... One of his friends messaged me yesterday at night. H-He said everything's fine... For now at least..."

This time it was her mother who sighed. Her daughter really was in love in that boy. She quietly hoped it would end up only being a high-school crush, but now she could clearly see that she was wrong. She could still remember her husband dying... And how it made her feel in particular. She remembered crying herself to sleep, shutting herself away from the whole world, ignoring those closest to her... Just like Hifumi did the previous day. It was going to be difficult to accept, but Hifumi loved this Akira as much as she did her late husband.

And that boy better feel the same or he'll find out exactly how much can an angry mother with contacts in national television do.

"Don't worry about anything Hifumi... " She hugged her a bit tighter, allowing her to rest her head on her shoulder. "He'll come back to you soon. I'm sure of it." Suddenly, she felt Hifumi going limp in her arms. She want completely silent, resting her head on her mother's shoulder as her eyes slowly closed. "Now, now... Don't you think you should at least take a shower before falling asleep? I hate to break it to you honey, but you stink."

She replied with a chuckle. A good sign – her mother thought. "I guess so." Slowly, Hifumi lifted her head from her mother's shoulder and dragged her tired body to the bathroom. The lack of sleep has hit her with full force just now. She was barely able to keep her eyes open as her eyelids felt heavier and heavier with each passing moment. Once in the bathroom she clumsily stripped herself and stepped under the shower.

Once the hot water hit her another wave of sleepiness washed over her along with water. She almost fell over in fact, making her realize she should get this over with fast. Her mind kept wandering back to Akira though. Last night she has almost completely lost all hope. The news about his suicide was devastating, but after 'talking' with this Alibaba she started to wander what it could mean. From what Alibaba wrote it seemed like Akira was alive, but the news of his suicide was being broadcast all around the country as a fact.

Who could possibly Akira be facing if they have enough influence to have media fabricate a story like that? Or maybe it is not a fabrication in the eyes of whoever ordered this? What it the whole point of this charade was to make Akira's enemy think that he is dead? She wondered, finally able to bring her tactical mind to use. It was suddenly starting to make sense. After all, the best way to fool those who stand against you, is to first fool those beside you.

And with that assumption, there was one more thing that suddenly started to make sense.

Back when she was moping in her room, for a moment she had a feeling someone has been watching her. It was only for a short moment, but she remembered seeing a shadowy silhouette on the curtains in her room. Again, only for a second, and its not like she cared at the time, but now, she was starting to think. What if someone was checking her reaction to the news of Akira's death?

Her lips twisted in a small smile. "Damn it Akira... You'll pay for this... For making a fool of... Me..." She couldn't take it anymore. Her body fell against the wall, slowly sliding down as her consciousness slipped away. "Just come back... And I'll... "

21.11.2015 – Night – Togo Residence

When her eyes started to open again, she was greeted with darkness. She could feel her bed underneath her and covers around her. Her nightgown was on her too. She deduced her mother must have found her passed out in the shower and brought her back to her room after putting her currant attire on her.

She still felt tired, but ignored it and forced herself to sit up. Rubbing her eyes with one hand she reached the other one towards her nightstand where she remembered leaving her phone. Soon she felt the familiar surface of the device in her palm and brought it in front of her face. With one press of a button, the screen lit up, blinding her for a second before her eyes readjusted to the sharp light. After blinking a few times, she focused on the hour displayed by the phone. 19:24 – She's been asleep for over ten hours.

It still didn't feel like nearly enough, but for now she decided to leave sleeping for later. There was something she wanted... Needed to do.

Her hand found it's way to her chest. She pressed it hard against her heart, clearly feeling how hard it was beating. With a sigh, she disabled the lock on her phone and opened the contacts list. Her finger automatically traveled over Akira's name. She wasn't sure whether this time he would actually respond, or if that Alibaba person would intercept again. Either way, she continued on. 'Hey, are you there?' She pressed the send button as soon as the message was ready, not hesitating even for a moment.

". . ."

". . ."

Nothing. The response didn't come. A frown appeared on her face. 'Alibaba?'

". . ."

". . ."

". . ."

You have new messages(1)

Form: Alibaba

She smirked as she opened the message.

Just as I said. Noisy girlfriend... You want to be a meme that much, princess?

'Not necessarily, I just want my boyfriend back.' This time there was no error message popping up. Good – she thought. At least she'll be able to talk with this person as opposed to just letting him give her a pep talk.

Didn't I tell you to just sit tightly and wait until it's all over?

Again, the response came way too fast for whoever that is to be using a phone. She guessed that Alibaba must be using a computer to hack into the app she's using. That was only a guess though, she has little idea about computers, let alone hacking into things and such. The quickly written messages continued to arrive as she sat on the edge of her bed, reaching her hand towards the switch on her desk lamp and turning it on.

I mean, jeez... He's gone for a few days and you looked like someone gutted a puppy in front of you.

And then a kitten or two.

Yes, I hacked into your phone's camera. Sorry.

You were pissing me off with those messages and I wanted to see who I'm dealing with.

Didn't expect Akira to be dating you of all people though. He never really talked about hanging out with an idol, let alone dating one.

Or is it an ex-idol now?

Nah, whatever. Back to the subject now.

You want to ask if Akira's alright, right?

Hifumi started to write an answer, but even typing in a single word took too long for Alibaba to not continue on by himself.

Right.

Well, you'll be disappointed to know, that I don't know...

All of us are worried here, you know. It's not just you.

Btw, others are saying they're sorry for putting you through this.

We at least know the plan, you just kinda heard he's dead.

It was kinda rude to use you for our goals like that. Sorry.

Can't explain the plan though. This conversation may be completely safe from enemy stands spying on us, but the less you know, the better.

Alibaba stopped sending messages at last. Hifumi immediately started typing a message of her own, as fast as her fingers possibly could. She didn't want this to simply end up a one sided monologue again after all. She wanted some inside on what kind of people are working with Akira. 'I think I already figured out some of it.'

O rly? Keep it to yourself then.

Anyways, tonight we'll see it it all worked out.

Better go back to sleep, you still look like a zombie-idol. Just a slightly less creepy one. And not hit by a truck.

If everything will work out fine, I'll tell Akira to call you tomorrow.

Stop with the messages or I'll really make you into a meme.

Goodbye.

'Wait! I still want to talk to you!'

Error. Address does not exist.

And there he goes again... She barely managed to send a two messages herself and he's already gone. With a sigh, Hifumi placed her phone back on her nightstand and turned of the lamp before going back under the covers. She could already feel sleep overtaking her, but she struggled for a while more. Her mind again drifted to Akira as she felt her hands grip onto the covers. She wanted to see him again... Tell him she loves him and hear the same from him, hold him until her arms go limp... But this night, she won't be crying because of it.

Because this time, she had hope that tomorrow will be different.

22.11.2018 – Late Morning – Togo Residence

Hours later, an unexpected and not really welcome ray of light fell on her closed eyes. By that time she was already half-awake, balancing on the edge of consciousness and dreems, but when her eyes noticed the sudden change in lighting, she finally started to wake up for good. "Come on Hifumi. I think you've slept long enough..." Her mother's voice rang in her ears as even more light started to fall on her eyes. She slightly opened her eyes, immediately hiding them behind her hand.

She got up with a groan, slowly removing her hand from her eyes and letting them get used to the light. "Morning..." Her eyes turned towards her mother. The women has pulled the curtains up from the windows in her room, and now was standing over Hifumi. Her expression... was hard to read. As usual. But there was still that caring look in her eyes she has noticed for the first time few days ago. It made her feel warm inside... It made her feel welcome again.

A smile appeared on Hifumi's face, as it did on her mother's. "I'll be leaving for work soon. The breakfast is ready, just get dressed and cleaned up." With that said, the women left Hifumi's room. "Just don't pass out in the shower again, will you?"

Hifumi watched her mother leave, her smile disappearing along with the women. Other things took priority, namely what Alibaba said to her last night. 'If everything will work out fine, I'll tell Akira to call you tomorrow.'

That's right, while she was asleep, the final part of the Phantom Thieves' plan was playing out. It was honestly surprising for her that she was even able to fall sleep with that information hanging over her head. For all she knew everything could go terribly wrong at the last moment and Akira was now dead for real, but for some reason that thought didn't weight on her like it did before. Was it because of her mother saying she's sure everything will be all right? Because of Alibaba saying everything is going as planned? Or perhaps she simply believes he will come back, even if he never promised that?

Whatever the answer was, everything will become clear on this day.

Feeling completely awake, Hifumi got out of her bed and walked over to her wardrobe. Her hand immediately reached for her favorite clothes – ones Akira saw her wearing the first time they met, and the ones he complemented for the first time. She hasn't thought much about the checker-patterned casual dress before that, it was just an old dress she rarely ever wore, but Akira seemed to appreciate it a lot. Or maybe he simply liked the thigh-high socks she often wore along with the dress. Regardless, the simple attire quickly ended up being her preferred choice of clothing whenever she knew she'd be meeting with him.

Not that it was the only thing she wore, far from it. It's just that this one dress in particular ended up holding quite a lot of sentimental value for her.

Once she was done with that, she turned to her nightstand where her phone laid screen-down and right next to it, her favorite red hair clip. One she almost never leaves home without. This also holds a lot of value for her. It was a gift from her father, the last one he's ever given her. She wore it nearly all the time, with sleep and shower being only pretty much only instances where she didn't have it on her hair. She'd even argued with teachers to be allowed to wear it at school.

With that last accessory finally back on her head, Hifumi reached her hand down and picked up her phone just as she heard her mother's car leave the house's garage. She was going to be paying a lot of attention to it today, more so then usually. Akira may call her at any time after all, and she wanted nothing more then to finally be able to see him again. Knowing that she might be finally hear from him soon made the simple feeling of the device in her hand strangely comforting, and even brought a slight smile to her face.

Smile that was quickly wiped of her face and replaced with surprise when she flipped the phone around and looked at the screen. A small diode right next to the front camera was periodically lighting on and off, signaling that she has an unread message.

You have new messages(1)

Form: +81 375 345 512

Sure enough, there was a message left for her, but she didn't recognize the number. The time stamp on the message said it was received two hours ago. It couldn't be Alibaba, he can apparently quite easily hack into her phone whenever he wanted, so there would be no point in actually sending a normal message instead of... Whatever he was doing to send them before. Could it have something to do with the traitor Akira mentioned? Perhaps said traitor somehow noticed her sudden change in behavior from what she was after the suicide announcement. Quite a few more possibilities run through her head before she finally decided that there is no point in wondering about it and simply opened the message.

I'm sorry for putting you through this. I should have said something instead of just leaving without a word. I will come over to your house as soon as I can, I don't think this is a conversation to be had over a phone. It's Akira. I had to change numbers, general.

She stayed still, completely silent as she stared at the phone with wide eyes. Then, a tear suddenly fell on the screen, quickly followed by others. Nearly the whole stress that has been piling up on her for the past few days finally evaporated into thin air. It made her feel light, as if her whole body suddenly started floating. She dropped on her knees, pressing the phone to her chest as her head touched the ground sand more tears started to come out. "Akira..." Her replied. He finally replied. After hundreds of messages, he finally replied. He was back.

A smile appeared on her face between the tears. He was fine. He was alive. And she knew it had to be him, not someone simply pretending. Only Akira called her a 'general', usually to mess with her, but still, only he used that nickname. Nobody else would, and he certainly wouldn't tell anyone else about it. And under no other circumstances would she be this happy to be called like that.

It felt as if her heart was about to burst out of her chest when she suddenly heard the doorbell ringing through the house. In an instant she dropped her phone on the floor, completely forgetting about it as she gathered herself back up and rushing towards the door. She wiped her tears just before her hand reached for the doorknob but they immediately came back.

The happiness and relief that she felt after opening the door was incomparable to anything she has ever experienced. He was there. Standing right in front of her with that small smile on his face she grew to love and rebellious spark in his eyes that would light her heart on fire every time they looked at each other. "Hi..." He said as she stared at him with teary eyes. He was wearing a hoodie over his head, probably to avoid sticking out to people that shouldn't know he's walking around as if nothing happened. He was announced dead after all. Just walking around was a risk for him. Risk that he was taking for her...

She wanted nothing more then to just throw herself at him, let him hug her, kiss her and then just let herself forget about all the sadness she felt ever since he disappeared. Nothing except one other thing.

One thing that was just a small thought on the back of her mind until now. Not anymore though. Now that one simple desire was at the very front of her mind. And Akira quickly noticed something was off. "Hifu-" She cut him off, taking his glasses off and placing them on a nearby table.

"You damn idiot!" Her eyes suddenly twisted in anger as she screamed. Before Akira could even properly react, her clenched fist smashed straight into his face. He fell back, landing on his butt. Hifumi gave him no chance to think about what just happened. She quickly sat on his chest and grabbed his collar. "Do you even realize how I felt!?" She attacked again, but this time Akira was able to block the attack with his arm. "You stupid, stupid, stupid idiot!" Tears never stopped leaving her eyes, always falling down on Akira's face. "How dare you leave like that!? How dare you make me feel like that!?" She continued to strike with all her might, and each time Akira blocked it. "Idiot! Moron! Stupid! Dumbass... Jerk..."

Her attacks were getting weaker as her crying got more and more shaky. Eventually Akira simply grabbed both of her wrists as she tried to smash both of her fists at him simultaneously. He felt tension slowly leave her muscles as she simply resorted to crying. It wasn't long before he slid out from under her and grabbed both sides of her head, wiping her tears with his thumbs. "I'm home." He said with a smile and she finally have in, wrapping both of her arms around his neck. With her face pressed into his shoulder she continued to cry with a smile again plastered onto he face.

He also wrapped his arms around her, pulling her just a bit closer to his body as he rested his head on top of hers. "Welcome back..." She whispered, just barely loud enough for him to hear. The small show she ended up staging did not go unnoticed. Since the moment she smacked Akira in the face several passerbys started to watch the whole situation unfold. Once her crying started to tone down and she regained awareness of her surroundings, she quickly became aware of that.

With a deep blush now adoring her face, she got up, pulling Akira with her and dragged him into her house, blushing even more when the crowd that was watching them started applauding... And then whistling. Akira himself didn't even turn towards them and simply allowed her to drag him inside, but seeing that some were even recording them that's understandable. This was sure to end up on the Internet as a latest piece of news on the 'Phony Princess'. There was nothing to be done about that, and she didn't care anyways. Akira was back and that was all that mattered to her at the moment.

And as soon as she locked the door he was again all she focused on. With a smile, she grabbed his head and pulled him down for a kiss. He gladly kissed her back, placing his hands on her waist just as her tongue started to prod his lips. They've kissed like that before, gently running their tongues against the one another, exploring each other's mouths... But this time something was different, and both of them quickly noticed. There was passion in that kiss, but not the same kind of it they always felt before.

Hifumi soon moved her hands away from his face and wrapped them around his neck, hoping this will pull him tighter against them. Akira did alike, moving one hand up to wrap it around her upper back. Her chest felt tight, as if her clothes were suddenly a few sizes too small. Some strange urge was growing inside of her, one she hasn't quite felt before.

She suddenly moaned into Akira's mouth, surprising both him and herself. This hasn't happened before. Not even once. That's not to say she never enjoyed their kisses, they just never resulted in this kind of reaction. Still, she didn't stop to think about it. Before she knew it, Akira's tongue slipped deeper into her mouth, making her moan again, this time louder. The gentle dance they were partaking in was forgotten in that moment, replaced by a heated duel.

A rather one sided one. Akira quickly took advantage of her increasingly frequent moans and brought the struggle to a swift end, with him coming out on top. And she soon found that she doesn't mind one bit. For some reason she had yet to understand, him moving both of his hands down to her butt and squeezing it was also not an issue at all. Quite the opposite in fact. She found the gesture so pleasurable she not only stared moaning even louder, but also jumped onto him and wrapped her legs around him.

And as if he knew she was about to do that, Akira quickly adjusted his grip on her hips to not let her fall. With her head now above his, she found it easier to fight back against his assault on her mouth and regain some semblance of control. For a while at least.

Soon enough Akira placed her down on the closest flat surface he could find, one of his hands shot up to her neck and gently started to rub it. She completely lost herself in the sensation, even more so when he started to do the same with her butt. To her surprise, her legs only started to pull him harder towards her with each blissful second passing. But that still wasn't enough for her. She still wanted more then this. And once she felt a budge on his crotch, she finally understood what is it that she wants.

A/N: The next segment is a lemon. If you don't want to read it, skip to the next line break.

"Akira~" They finally pulled away, though only for a short moment. With one look into each other's eyes they both knew that neither wants to stop at that. They threw themselves at each other again, letting their hands move around the other's body, exploring one another. Hifumi quickly pulled his hood down and started running her fingers through his messy hair. A sharp moan escaped her lips as Akira slid his hand under her dress and grabbed her butt directly. The feeling of his hand on her skin felt like an electric shock running up her spine, and she couldn't help making it known just how much she enjoys it.

Seeing that, Akira gladly squeezed harder while his other hand started to rub her thigh. She was constantly pressing her crotch against his, only making the bulge in his pants grow in size along with the discomfort his cloths were bringing him now. To Hifumi's surprise, he suddenly broke their kiss, moving his lips over to the base of her neck. He started to place small kissed along its length, occasionally adding small bites into the mix. It was extremely satisfying to hear her start moaning out his name.

His hand left its resting place at her thigh, moving all the way up to her breast. She made no move to stop him, only bit her lip to stop herself from moaning too loud. Her face was red as a beet and her bottom lip was trembling, all the while Akira continued to toy with her body, almost grinning at the state he's putting her in.

Without a warning, he slowly lowered himself down, only stopping for a second to hug himself into her breasts before continuing his journey downwards. Hifumi quickly realized what he wanted to do. "W-Wait!" She tried to cover her crotch with her hands, but they were both grabbed in his hands before reaching their target. He could only smirk as she tried to squirm away from him in embarrassment. She tried to close her legs to cover herself up, but in by then Akira was already right in front of her soaked, white panties, grinning at her flustered face before pressing his mouth against them and giving her wet pussy a slow lick through the thin fabric.

He could hear her gasp at that. Her hands immediately stopped trying to wrestle out of his grasp to stop him, so he simply let them go and instead used them to grab onto her but again as he continued to lick her. She tried to say his name, or at least that's how it sounded like, but all that left her mouth was another loud moan. Her legs started to relax as well. Soon she was all too willingly spreading them apart to let hive him better access.

Akira could feel her body twitch every time he moved his tongue, especially when he moved one of his hands to tease her bottom lips even more. He slid his fingers under the thin fabric of her panties, immediately starting to run his fingers along the very edge of her vagina. Looking up, he saw her looking down at him. Her eyes were half closer, mouth slightly opened. A cute blush adored her face as her lips trembled with each moan that escaped them.

There really was no denying that Hifumi beautiful. Not just in Akira's eyes, but objectively. Her body was an almost perfect balance of thin and toned, with her falling slightly into the toned category ever since she found out Akira regularly attends gym and deciding to tag along just to have another excuse to be with him. Her skin was fair, perfectly contrasted by her long black hair and green eyes that shined on her face like two small emeralds.

And somehow, to him right now she seemed even more beautiful.

It made him want nothing more then to please this beautiful girl with all he's got. And that's exactly what he did. With one move of his thumb, he completely revealed her wet pussy for the world to see, with him being her whole world at them moment. He could almost fee her blush grow on her face before he dived in. Her head shot back as soon as she felt his tongue penetrate her lower lips while the upper ones let out a moan that soon turned into a small scream. He felt her hands grab the back of his head soon after. She started to press it harder against her pussy.

"A-Akira... That f-feels..." She was struggling to find words. Assuming there were any to be found to begin with. Never in her life has she felt like that. Masturbation -something she, to her own surprise, has found herself indulging in more and more frequently since getting to know Akira- didn't even come close. She didn't even notice when her tongue started to stick out of her mouth, though quite honestly she didn't care much by this point.

Her pants, moans and occasional screams of pleasure were the only sounds that filled the house. And they were like music to him, the best one he could ever ask for. He wanted to keep hearing them, to hear more of them. He wanted them to be louder. He wanted her to call his name more. And he did all he could to make all of that happen. With great success.

His moves sped up, and with them so did those adorable sounds Hifumi was making. She clawed at his head every time she managed to call his name, and he rewarded her with speeding up even more. "Akira... S-Something's coming... I'm-Ah!" He could easily tell what was coming – her. And he just couldn't wipe the smirk off his face as he listened to her struggling to control her body. He started sucking on her clit while prodding her pussy with his finger, making body shake as she was rapidly nearing the edge.

Just as her face turned towards the ceiling and her eyes closed, he inserted another finger into her, pushing deeper then before. "A-Akira!" Her body was starting starting to go out of control. Each time Akira pushed his fingers in and out of her, or sucked on her clit, she felt her muscles twitching all over her body. She was heading straight towards the biggest climax in her life thus far, and she had no way to prepare for when it actually started.

She came with a subtlety of a sledgehammer. A wild scream rang throughout the whole building as her back bent backwards. Her shaking body nearly fell from the table, held there only by Akira who has not stopped playing with her vagina for even a second. Her violent orgasm did nothing to hinder his movements as he continuously fingered her, determined to make the absolute bliss she was in last as long as it possibly could. And she was more than grateful for that, if her continuous screams were to be held as proof.

Still, it couldn't last forever, as much as a part of her wished it did. Slowly, she rode off her orgasm and her body finally relaxed. Akira ceased his assault on her with once final lick along her slit. "Enjoyed yourself?" He wasn't expecting an answer. Hell, he wasn't even sure if she could hear him. Her mouth was handing open as her eyes kept drifting around, completely unfocused on anything. She was lightly panting, with her arms laid flat on her sides and legs on the ground. Looking back down at her pussy, he saw it twitching slightly as her juices poured down on the floor and the table he sated her on.

There was something strangely satisfying in looking at her like that. Completely dazed by a new experience, unable to get her head together... It was really enjoyable to watch. At least in his eyes. Well, he did always think he has something of a sadist in him. This more or less confirms it.

"Hifumi." He placed his hand on her cheek, the one that wasn't soaked in her juices. This snapped her out of her little trance, though she still needed a while to unscramble her head enough to speak again.

"A-Akira..." She got up on her legs, or at least tried. Her legs immediately gave up under her and she almost fell on the floor. Akira coughed her as she fell, helping her steady herself on her shaking legs. She couldn't even keep them straight, they kept bending themselves under her as if she forgot how to stand. "That was... Incredible..." She placed her hand over the one he held on her cheek while his other hand wiped the remains of her own juices off his face. Or more like, got them all into his mouth so that he could happily swallow them.

She blushed at the sight, but felt strangely excited by this.

He slowly lowered his face, until his lips were just barely touching hers. "That was only an appetizer. Are you ready for the main dish?" She could only nod at that. His eyes wouldn't let her do otherwise.

Seeing that, his smirk only grew. Even more so when she tried to close the gap between their lips. Before that could happen, he swiftly took a step away from her. The kind of begging eyes she made after that was truly adorable. Knowing she regained enough control over her body to stand by herself, he let go of her and slowly started to make his way towards her room. He's only been at her house once before, and only for a short while, but he still remembered where her room was. It didn't take her long to start following, though when he looked back right before flashing her another smirk and disappearing behind the door he was that she is only half way there. Her legs still threatened to give in under her if she didn't watch out, so she held onto any surface she could reach to not fall over, be it a table or a wall.

He was toying with her. And enjoying it for that matter.

But to her own surprise, she didn't mind it one bit. She enjoyed it too, more then she would admit. Just thinking about about it made her legs suddenly feel weaker. Holding onto the wall, she slowly dragged herself back to her room and opened the door. He was sitting on her chair, his legs and arms crossed, a cocky smile on his face and his eyes looking at her with a predatory glint in them.

She noticed that he had placed the curtains over the window again and even picked her phone up from the floor and placed it on her nightstand. He suddenly stood up and without a word took off his hoodie, placing it on the chair. He did the same with his undershirt, revealing his bare chest to her.

And to say she was impressed was an understatement. She knew that he trained regularly, but she's never seen anything that would suggest he was muscular in the slightest. She simply thought had that kind of body type that made it so, but now she realized that his clothes simply make him look thinner then he actually is. Under those clothes, he was... well, ripped. There was no way that this was solely the effect of his time spent on a gym. She knew his training schedule and what kinds of exercised he does. This went beyond that. Those were not the kinds of muscles you would see on a bodybuilder either. His were not large, but practical. Not meant to impress, but to function.

Which ironically is what impressed her more.

He next threw his pants and socks away, keeping only his boxers on. "Your turn."

"H-Huh?" There is that smirk again. She just couldn't say no when he looked at her like that. Unable to bare looking at him, she turned her blushing face away as her hands reached down to the bottom of her dress. She only lifted it a little bit before suddenly her hands stopped altogether. This was quite possibly the most embarrassed she's been in her life. Being asked by her boyfriend to strip in front of him... Somehow said boyfriend licking her pussy didn't quite compare.

But she still wanted to do it. She still wanted him to see her, to keep on going with what they started. All she just needed to brace herself.

Squeezing her fingers tightly on the edges of her dress, she took a deep breath and finally made her move. With her eyes closed, she pulled the whole dress off and threw it away, not caring where it landed. Her hands immediately went to cover her breasts despite her wearing a bra over them already. She felt her legs squeeze together in an attempt to cover up as much of her crotch as possible. Slowly, her eyes opened, just barely enough to look at Akira.

To her surprise and horror, he was standing right in front of her. Still smirking.

Before she could take a step back or even wander how he got so close without he noticing he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close. Still covering her chest she looked up at him, just as he moved down to capture her lips again, immediately prodding her lips with his tongue. Her involuntary moan sounded inside of his mouth as she felt her eyes closing while she melted into the kiss. Her arms quickly found a new resting place on his sides.

Just as he hoped they would. With one swift move of his hand, he unclipped her bra. "Mmph!? She immediately lifted her arms to cover herself up, but Akira immediately caught them and pulled back down. He stopped the kiss and slightly moved away, joyfully observing her face as her upper underwear fell to the floor.

She meekly looked up at him and he immediately took the opportunity to start kissing her again. He felt her arms go limp for a moment and slowly moved them towards his back. She obediently wrapped them around him, letting him freely move his hands up to her naked breasts. Her reaction was immediate. Once his hands touched the two of her nipples, she pulled back from the kiss, letting out a cute scream as her eyes shot wide open.

Akira quickly recaptured her lips, slowly massaging her breasts and lightly pinching her nipples. She wasn't even trying to hold back her moans as she started to forget about the embarrassment she felt a mere moment ago. Soon enough, she found herself pushed down on her own bed. Akira didn't break the kiss even for a second, he deepened it if anything. She felt him slightly press her head into the mattress and completely resigned herself to the whatever he had in store for her.

Her legs, previously pressed together, were now slowly spreading open. The more Akira played with her breasts, the wider her legs would spread and they continued to do so until she could do nothing more them moan and beg for more. He was happy to provide. He quickly pulled away from her, and not giving her a chance to react, pulled her legs up and took the panties off, leaving her wearing nothing but the pair of thigh-high black socks.

By now she was past caring. She simply looked at him with half lifted eyes as she spread her legs for him even more.

He didn't move in immediately though. There was one other thing that they needed to get out of the way. "Is it your safe day?"

"W-Wha?"

"I have a condom in my trousers. Should I take it or is it your safe day?"

She blinked. He wanted to cum inside of her, or at least he hoped he could do it without any issues. And he didn't seem even slightly embarrassed to ask. Luckily for him, she didn't mind that happening. "It's fine... I keep track of... T-This... I-It's my safe day... You can... C-C-Cu... D-Do as you like..." With a cocky smile on his face, he pushed her further on her bed, placing her head on her pillow. He then took his pants off, and finally revealed what was hiding behind that budge. And she was not disappointed. To say the least.

Her eyes wouldn't budge no matter what. She was utterly focused on his member as he grabbed it and positioned right before her awaiting entrance. She gasped at the feeling. It was about to happen. She was about to lose her virginity. And she just couldn't wait...

Not that he would make her wait in the first place.

Slowly, he started to push his way inside, pushing past her wet lower lips with ease. She immediately started to moan loudly, downright screaming. Her hands moved to cover her mouth, but he again stopped her from doing what she wants. He pinned both of her arms to the bed all but mocking her shaky moans with his grin.

She didn't even notice the moment her hymen broke. Her imagination had made the experience out to be a painful one, but she didn't feel a thing beside overwhelming pleasure. She would say it felt a bit weird if one asked her sometime later, but for now, that didn't even cross her mouth. All that did, was a thought that she wants more. Once Akira pushed his whole length inside, she could feel it all the way at the entrance of her womb, lightly pushing against it. Her body was shaking with each moan that went past her lips, and he wasn't even moving. Not even realizing she's doing it, her hips started to slightly move along his length, making her moans grow louder with each slight move.

Akira felt what she's doing and still smiling took his hands off hers, placing both of them on her hips. As he thought, she made no move with her hands, simple letting them rest on the bed. He soon started to pull out of her, drawing out a moan that quickly turned into a scream as he pushed himself back in. Her fingers grabbed tightly onto the sheets as her head shot back. Soon enough he started to speed him movements up, bringing more and more moans out of her. Feeling her walls squeezing him tighter, he let out a low grunt, but did not let that slow him down one bit. Her legs started to press against his sides, only encouraging him to move faster.

Suddenly, she reached her hands out to him. She wrapped them around his neck and pulling herself up to kiss him. He gladly allowed her to do it, pushing both of then down to the bed as they continued to wrestle with their tongues. With her moans muffled by Akira's mouth, Hifumi started to roll her eyes back. Her body was trembling with excitement and she made sure Akira knew about it with each pleasure induced noise and move she made.

It wasn't long before her legs wrapped themselves around him as well. Greatly encouraged by this, Akira grabbed onto her butt with one hand and squeezed it hard while the other one moved up to the back of her head.

Feeling brave, Akira suddenly gave her butt a light slap. Hifumi yelped in surprise, but did nothing to stop him. He made a note of that as he started to rub the spot he just hit, only to do the same moments later, slightly harder. This time her reaction was more definite. A sharp scream that dissolved into a moan half-way through. If he wasn't busy with the heated kiss they were sharing, Akira would have smirked evilly right then and there. He was going to have fun with that later.

Soon enough Hifumi started to feel pressure building up inside of her stomach. Just when she felt like there is no way this could get any better, every single one of Akira's moves started to feel like a small orgasm, building up to a great finale. Her nails started to scratch his back and stopped their kiss, rolling her head back as wild screams started to come out. "A-Akira! I'm..."

It was honestly getting quite hard for him to keep himself in check. Not that it was much easier before considering who the women under him is. He was barely managing to hold his own orgasm off for some time now, but with her getting tighter by the second and her screaming out his name every time her ragged breaths would allow her to, he was closing in to the point of no return fast, with no sign of slowing down. Before he knew it, his face was buried in the nape of her neck, with his moves getting faster and faster.

Soon enough he found himself biting into her neck without even realizing it. Her eyes snapped open as the pain started to radiate from her neck, yet somehow, she welcomed it. Even more then that, she found the experience extremely pleasurable. "AAAAAAAAAAAA~! Akiraaaa!" That was enough to push her into finally cumming. Her whole body tensed up as she screamed and tightened her grip around him. With every muscle available.

He quickly let go of her neck as she squeezed his entire length. With a final grunt, he also came, releasing what was probably the largest load of semen of his life. He immediately found himself panting as much as Hifumi, though without the screams mixed in between. For a moment it didn't seem like it was going to end, and part of them honestly wished it didn't. The pleasure was overwhelming, almost completely mind numbing. But no matter what their bodies may have wished for, it had to end sooner or later.

They fell against each other, panting hard. With their arms still holding onto one another for dear life, they simply laid there, completely sunk in the afterglow. Akira soon fell on his side, pulling Hifumi with him and hugging her head into his chest just as her legs fell limply on the bed. He didn't say a thing, even when he got his breath back. Hifumi was having much harder time. She still felt as if her body was shaking. As if she was waiting for an earthquake to pass. Her arms didn't let go of Akira for even a moment, not even when her eyes finally reopened.

She looked up at him, only to press her head against him a moment later. He felt incredibly hot against her skin. Enough so that she was almost ready to doze off at a moment's notice even though she only woke up few minutes before he arrived. The bite mark seemed to radiate on her neck, bringing her some strange feeling of pride she didn't quite understand, though that didn't bother her one bit. She didn't know exactly how long were they just laying there doing nothing but sinking in each other's presence, but a question quickly popped into her mind. "A-Akira... W-What... Should w-we... D-Do now?"

He finally opened his eyes again and looked down at her. His hand started to move through her hair almost unconsciously as he thought about an answer. "A shower sounds nice." She smiled. Even after this, all he has to say are one sentence answers. "Should I carry you?"

"I wouldn't mind... But first..." She looked up at him again, this time with a wide smile. Her hands grabbed both sides of his face. "Thank you... For everything..." She kissed him sweetly. "Don't leave me again. Please... Promise me that."

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"I promise."