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It was wrong, Kakuchou knew that. But it felt so right when his hands trailed down Takemichi’s soft bare skin as she slept soundly on his bed. Her hands gripped onto his t-shirt and her leg wrapped onto his hips, urging him to press closely to her warm body. It was a silent call for him that she, herself didn’t realize what she cried for. Kakuchou would generously fulfill her needs in the depths of her dreams.
It started off eight years after they were placed in the orphanage together. They were two young children at the age of seven surrounded by other orphaned kids like them. It was all too overwhelming for the two children to handle and the numerous faces blurred around them, all cooperating to make loud screams and hollering with no parental face in sight to lecture them to use their indoor voices. They missed their parents dearly in the unruly playroom. The newcomers sat against the wall, unsure who to interact with and scared just about everything. Kakuchou could remember Takemichi poking his arm as they sat beside each other in the large room of children playing with each other. He scowled at her when her poking would relentlessly continue until he finally turned to face her. She would let out a smile and ask him a question, easing herself to the surreal situation. Each time he answered, he would give her a short answer and turn away. Takemichi poked him again until he got up to walk away, but she quickly followed after him and latched her hand onto his hand. They struggled with a short tug of war when he tried to push her away so she could let go of him, but her agility to dodge countered all of his slower moves. He gave up eventually and allowed her to cling onto him. The kids oohed at them and Kakuchou’s large ears bloomed into a cute shade of pink. Takemichi on the other hand didn’t feel an ounce of shame and laughed along with the teasing children.
There were times she respected his wishes not to be touched whenever they went to visit the car crash site by their school where his parents had passed away. She stood behind him with her eyes closed and hands clasped together, sending prayers to his parents and as well as her’s for a good afterlife. Every evening they spent a minute or two at the makeshift graveyard. Their small moments together built a strong and dependable relationship. It became normal for the two to be seen together, Takemichi cuddling close to him, but by nine years old, the flowers around them blossomed more than ever.
Kakuchou had gotten jumped at a playground near their orphanage when Takemichi decided to go out and play with her girl friends while he swung himself on the swingset. He was swinging alone when in the corner of his eyes, large shadows merged with his shadow. Kakuchou told himself to ignore the prickling sensations in his arms as the shadows underneath his feet became larger, but before Kakuchou could count the amount of heads multiplying underneath his feet, his body flung forward and smacked against the concrete floor. His ears rang and his vision became blurry. Blood trickled from the side of his head after his forehead smacked into a pebble on the floor. He couldn’t register what just happened as he laid on the floor, groaning in pain. He didn’t get a chance to stand up either before the four larger boys from the orphanage started to stomp on him. Tears trickled from his eyes, unable to understand why he was chosen to get beaten. Kakuchou weeped pitifully on the floor, then a piercing shriek overcame their senses and they stilled for a moment. He turned quickly to the person and saw Takemichi swinging her heavy backpack, aiming straight at the tallest kid’s face, backing him away from Kakuchou.
“Go die!” Takemichi screamed and picked up a large log she hid in the bushes for when they played pirates.
Her arms trembled, carrying the weapon much larger than her, but it was enough to scare the bullies off.
“If I ever see you around, you’re all dead meat!” Takemichi screamed and tossed the log to the side.
She scurried over to Kakuchou and knelt beside him, whimpering at the gruesome sight. Her tears splat onto his cheeks, washing away the blood from his wound. Like an angel, she glistened from the sunlight hugging her back and for the first time he felt blessed in his life to be given a sweet friend like her in his life. She defied all of expectations and never failed him. His debt was too large to return, so he swore to himself that he will treasure everything Takemichi has done for him.
After Takemichi regained her breathing, her hiccups calmed down enough for her to make a promise to him.
“I won’t let anyone hurt you again! I’ll be your hero,” Takemichi shouted at the top of her lungs.
She tossed a fist into the air. An oath was set in place.
Kakuchou watched in amazement and nodded with a strained smile, pushing through the pain in his swollen cheeks.
Takemichi did her best to swing at anyone who tried to bully him, but her dream to become his hero quickly crumbled when his growth spurt hit and she also physically changed. The protected became the protector. She was no longer the girl who matched his height and was no longer a bag of bones with mean punches. Her body gained weight in certain areas and her fist didn’t have the same effect on the bullies anymore as they too grew taller and stronger. Not that Takemichi needed to punch anyone anymore when Kakuchou’s 174 centimeters figure towered over their bullies and his body became more lean that their kickings didn’t have an impact, credits for when he joined a gang and learned to fight back. They grew dramatically mentally and physically within three years, but they both agreed how much they hated the hell rotten place they were raised in.
They became sick sharing homes with the other obnoxious children and quickly founded an abandoned home after a small fire lit in the kitchen. To their luck, everything else in the home was in good condition and had been left behind with old furniture, nor did realtors bother to put it up for sale after layers of graffiti. With their new space together, they were able to be more comfortable around each other than having to worry about what the other kids thought. Perhaps too comfortable. Kakuchou wasn’t oblivious to her bare chest pressing against his back as they innocently bathed together. He’s seen the porn magazines hidden beneath the boys’ bunk beds and had jackulated to the pictures of naked women once or twice before. They never grew on him as he found pictures boring. Kakuchou never gave self pleasure a thought again. Then he realized the heat growing under the water as Takemichi scrubbed his neck with a sponge.
“What’s wrong, you tensed up,” she asked, pausing the scrubbing and peeked at the flustered boy.
He shook his head and pushed her face away from him. “It’s nothing, Micchan. Just scrub.”
She shrugged it off, thinking he must have seen a spider above the ceiling and continued to scrub at his body.
Something was wrong, terribly so. He began to see his best friend’s naked body differently and he knew he wasn’t going to be able to hide his boner for long if he didn’t get his act together. So he did what was the best for them and that was their last time bathing together.
It only got worse as he unconsciously gazed at Takemichi bending down in her short gym shorts that tightly hugged her ass. His lips bled as he tightly bit down his bottom lips, holding himself back from the lustful thought as she slept pantless after she jumped into his bed and hugged him securely until she fell into her dreamstate. He tried to get her to go back to sleeping on the couch like the first time they agreed, but in the end she always got it her way. Who could ever say no to pouty lips. He was left alone with his raging boner, unable to look away from her smooth thighs and her bare chest free of him to observe.
Adrenaline pumped in his blood as the more time together gave him ideas of how far he could go. He grew more confident and started to slowly grope at her flesh. Her tiny mewls softly blew into his ears as she turned to him and pressed her face against the crook of his neck. He took every chance to grope harder around her chest when her body laid limp in his arms. He enjoyed placing his cold hands under her shirts, pulling and tugging at her hardened nipples that made her squirmed. She let out small cries with the roughness, shifting closer to him to protect herself from the attacker in her dreams. He continued to push her breast upwards before letting it fall back into his hands. He liked the way her breast would jiggle in his palms. He found it so cute. He wanted to know all the ways her body would react to the touch of his hands. He was greedy like that.
They were only fifteen, Kakuchou reminded himself before he became too brash with his actions. He could wait until they got older, but the strain in his pants drove him wild. The temptation not to fuck her right there and then on his bed when her clothed pussy pressed against his crotch made his head light-headed with the urge to commit the biggest sin he could to do to his best friend. So he opted for something else. It was the least she could allow him when she jumped into his bed with a thin shirt and her corgi printed panties as if they were nine years old again. She had no clue about self consciousness about how she dressed around him, a growing boy- and her, a growing girl.
The first time he thought about his new plan, she had gone to sleep with him braless and had forgotten she had put on her secret laced panties she was gifted from her other best friend, Emma. She was appetizing and ready to be devoured with her body laid on her stomach and her perky ass exposed to the air. He was more daring than ever and hovered over her body, his knees placed on both sides of her plump thighs and he carefully sat between her parted calves. His large hands cupped at her tiny ass, massaging them in small rotations. Takemichi let tiny moans into Kakuchou’s pillow as the tip of his fingers would slightly brush against the folds of her pussy as he massaged her bottom.
“Micchan,” Kakuchou groaned in delight, watching her purple panties slowly turn a shade darker.
“Do you like it when I do dirty stuff to you,” he asked the unconscious girl, placing two fingers below her thick folds and kneading the flesh.
He could feel the pulse of her pussy accelerating with a single touch of his finger tip.
Kakuchou nearly cummed untouch for the first time as Takemichi’s thigh rubbed tightly together, capturing his hand between her legs as she moved backwards into it, grinding to find a chase to his slow movements. His shirt that she wore to bed rolled upwards from her movements, revealing her nicely arched back. Like a dog, drool slipped from the tip of his tongue and splattered onto her bare back. He wanted to fuck her with his fingers so badly, but not yet, he reminded himself. He pressed his chest on top of her back, one hand pinching at her nipple and his other hand parted her closed thighs to massage her through her panties. His long fingers rubbed harshly at her clit and pinched at her skin below. Takemichi cried and thrashed around, unable to escape the fire that engulfed her, trapped under his legs. She melted into a panting mess against the pillow and after a moment to catch her breath, she shook violently, allowing her purity to flow down her legs and for Kakuchou’s fingers to dip into. His rapid breathing took over her intense breathing, he felt a dog who hadn’t gotten his meal yet. Her glistening body’s trembling steadily slowed from her climax and he could feel himself loosing to his dirty deeds once again when she laid prettily, looking fucked out of her brains. She was more alluring than any women in the porn magazines and he had her all to himself. Only her body for him to see and his body was only for her to touch. He lifted his hand from the warmth of her thighs and licked the excess cum slicking down his fingers to his palm. It wasn’t the most pleasant taste, but anything from Takemichi was an exotic dish he wanted to savor leisurely. He took his time to suck on his fingers until all was left was his saliva.
He looked down at his hardened cock before gazing at her sticky thighs. If she didn’t wake up after she cummed, he didn’t see why he can’t have his turn either. He pulled his pants down to his thighs and dug a condom from between the wall and the bed. He tore the package open with his teeth and slipped the condom over his cock. The condom snuggly wrapped around him in ease so he didn’t waste a beat to push in between the heavenly thighs. Kakuchou groaned, pushing his hips back and forth from the soft cushions. He closed his eyes, imagining a conscious Takemichi beneath him, moaning his name as he fucked softly into her tight heat.
“You’re so good, Micchan. I want to fuck you harder, but I might hurt you. I’m trying my best to make you feel good too,” he whispered into her ear.
He intertwined their fingers together as he fucked her thighs from behind, taking his time to feed his future imagations with Takemichi as his wife. He never wanted this to end, but his high after his shaft shot out his load was enough for him to catch his breath and to start to clean up his mess. It was a ritual for Kakuchou to hide the used condoms in a separate garbage bag out of her sight and other questionable items. After hiding his wrong doings, he went to the bathroom to get a bucket to wash her body from her stickiness. Like nothing ever happened, Kakuchou returned to his spot on the bed and wrapped his arms around her, slipping into a dream.
Takemichi wasn’t all too oblivious to the random red spots on her bodies by the next morning, but she didn’t know where they came from.
“Kakuchou, I think we need to rewash our bed sheets. I think I’m getting rashes,” Takemichi cried and pointed at the redness in between her thighs.
He should feel bad for doing that to her, but he felt a sickening glee melting into his system. Instead he took advantage of the situation and the sounds of her weeping.
“Do you want me to help you put ointments on it?” Kakuchou asked and brushed her wild curls behind her ear.
His grin extended, seeing that her blue eyes looked up at him with complete trust in him. She tugged at the end of his sleeve and let out a quiet plea for his help. What a sick fuck, Kakuchou thought of himself. Though he felt no remorse in the process of ushering the girl into the bathroom to get a taste of her skin while she watched gullibly.
She didn’t always allow Kakuchou to apply the ointments on her red skin as he wanted her to. He purposely left rough marks in certain areas he thought she couldn’t reach, but Takemichi never brought it up to him and he never asked, ironically afraid it might be out of the ordinary for him to know since they stopped bathing together. He started to experiment and mapped out the areas of her body to places she allowed him to touch and soon all her rashes bloomed mostly on her legs. He was content enough for Takemichi allowing him to touch her thighs.
During the time he offered to apply cream on her, he always made sure to wear baggy pants in case she peeked down as she quivered on the toilet seat when the cold gel contrasted her hot skin. Her eyes squeezed shut and her hands covered her mouth from letting out squealing, a habit she developed after she squealed loudly during their first robbery and had them caught for it. He took in every squirm and noise she created while caressing her wound gently, opposed to the way he touched her last night. His thoughts clouded with wonders if those would be the faces she made if he were to confess how badly he wanted to fuck her. But he never went for it. He had a feeling she didn’t mind the idea of experimenting with him if he asked her or manipulated her to feel good, but her attention was drawn to a certain boy who hung around them. Hearts floated around her when he waved a simple hello to her. She was never going to let Kakuchou try to take a hold of her when she waited for her prince charming to swoop her up.
He blamed Izana for that. If it weren’t for him perhaps they would’ve never met. Kurokawa Izana was his best friend, someone he met as well in the orphanage. While Takemichi followed him, Kakuchou followed Izana. Izana was an asshole with no regard for others, but he still saved Kakuchou on multiple occasions, so he owed the older boy his entire life. He found a dependable friendship in the psycho despite the cruel remarks he made, he was a good captain who knew how to keep his people in line. He wanted nothing more than to help his savior become the top gangster of Tokyo, but that included accepting the people Izana chose to become a part of their team, including him.
Nonetheless, Kakuchou never protested against his captain’s decisions, but at times he wanted to whenever Izana looked too long at the pantless Takemichi walking around their base.
“You’re not a kid anymore, Micchan. Put some pants on,” Kakuchou grumbled and tossed a blanket over the girl’s lap, to shield the dirty temptations from Izana’s sight.
Every action went noticed by the king who raised an eyebrow his way and frowned when Kakuchou turned his head to the side to hide the blush. His attention quickly averted to Takemichi, ignorantly laughed off his shyness and casually slipped on her skirt laying on the floor, upset that she listened to the boy. It was common for the girl to openly toss her clothes everywhere and pick them up before she left to go elsewhere. She stripped down to her shirt and undergarments whenever she returned home or to the base. Her reasoning for Kakuchou to understand was that it was too uncomfortable to wear layers when she could just be free, and with Kakuchou, she felt free. Kakuchou didn’t mind it if it were just him and Izana, but she also grew too accustomed to the other boys of Tenjiku, a gang Izana created during their time locked up for stupid shit in middle school which also lead to her habit to not wear clothes the time they were away. He furiously told her each time that it was different with the gang then it was with him and Izana. Sometimes she listened and other times she didn’t. Her cooperation made it easy for Kakuchou to find out about her little crush on one of their members, Kanji Mochizuki- Mochi who she called fondly.
Mochi wasn’t like the rest of them. He was quiet, but loud on the battlefield. He was polite at times and showed respect compared to the rest of the psychos in the group; Shion and the Haitani brothers. He was especially kind to Takemichi. Kakuchou instantly noticed when she began to act differently around him. She used to brazenly leave her pants on the couch and walk around like she owned their base until Mochi placed his uniform around her shoulders with a short warning to be careful of the way she dressed. His stocky build made his uniform wrapped around her shoulders like a large blanket and he could see it in her face that she was happy with the sweet gesture. The gang booed at the older boy for his politeness and for covering up a beautiful sight. He roared back at Shion laughing at his blushing ears. They relentlessly teased Mochi, enjoying the way he reacted, but Kakuchou didn’t have fun at all. Takemichi sat down on the couch, happily tying the ends of the sleeves around her small body. Something she never did with his jacket. The one time Mochi did it, it was a hit sensation in the group and Kakuchou never received the shyness the way Takemichi would sneakily inhale the scent of the jacket with delight expressed all over her face. It made Kakuchou want to kill a man.
The subtle looks became frequent for Kakuchou to see from Takemichi. He could see her blonde hair whip around, looking for Mochi to arrive before the fight between rivaling gangs started. When she did spot Mochi, she immediately rushed out of his grasp to greet him who replied as equally happily to her and patted her hair. Her heart poured out for the older man. He can see her desperation for Mochi to see her as a woman at the age of fifteen while he had been three years older than them.
She became more self aware and even forced herself to make it a habit to keep her clothes on while at the base and even in their own home. She dyed her healthy black hair into a brassy blonde as she once heard Mochi talk about his favorite porn star that happened to have the same shade of the random hair dye she bought from the corner store. Her skirt no longer hung at her hips and rode up higher to her waist to reveal her slim thighs. She exchanged her corgi printed panties to whatever lace and frilly panties Emma bought her. It made Kakuchou more upset that she put distances between them even if he lectured her all the time that they were growing and she needed to become more careful around men, but he thought he was different.
“Kakuchou, I think we need to find another bed,” Takemichi brought up one day.
“Why?” Kakuchou hmmed.
A new bed did sound nice, his feet dangled from the mattress now and constantly being curled up was uncomfortable.
“They’re expensive,” he mentioned.
Takemichi turned to him. “Let’s just steal one, but I have been thinking, maybe we need to sleep on a different bed, it’s been getting really cramped when we sleep together. I always wake up with sweaty armpits,” she nervously laughed.
“I thought you liked sleeping with me because you liked being cramped between your parents?” Kakuchou teased.
He knew what she meant, but he wanted to change her thoughts. He wasn’t ready to sleep without her.
“I know,” Takemichi hissed, flustered from embarrassment. “Like you’ve said, Kakuchou. We are getting older now and well I gave it thoughts. We can start acting like adults when we sleep on different beds. It can still be in the same room, but we’re getting too big. You’re too big and you take up too much space!” Takemichi whined.
Kakuchou put on a strained smile. “Whatever makes you comfortable.”
Takemichi let out a whoop of cheer. “Thanks Kakuchou. You'll be happy to know that I’m not rolling all over you, haha!”
“Right.”
He felt unease settle in his stomach and watched her body turn back to the mirror to apply Mochi’s favorite shade of coral pink onto her lips.
Ever since she had asked for them to sleep separately, Kakuchou felt the distance grow further between them. She didn’t cling onto him as she used to and he always spotted her in the areas Mochi worked at or it happened to be in the shopping districts Mochi liked. For anyone else, she was maturing and learning to stop sleeping with her bib, but Kakcuhou knows it’s more than that. If there was one thing Izana taught him, it was to never let your precious things go.
In the dead of the night, he crawled into her sleep, two large hands wrapped around her waist and he pressured his weight against her ass. All she could do was moan out in pain and excitement to the blank face whispering to her in the dark mist. His hands returned to the rough touching when he first began to explore her body. He wanted her to feel his wrath and his jealousy. For him it was unfair! He had been with her from the start. Even if they got off the wrong footing at seven years old, he has always been there for her as she has been there for him. He loved her more than Mochi could ever, more than she loved Mochi. He paid attention to all of her small details and made sure to make her happy although he did kiss her lips with her eyes closed. He loved her so much, he didn’t know how to put it into words, so expressed it with his hands, the only way he knew to get emotions out. It frustrated him that she was oblivious to his clingness towards her and his tuggings at her sleeves when others came their way.
She woke up bruised and sticky from sweat, and sudden sharp pain in her calves. She let out a scream, alerting Kakuchou over to her. He sat beside her and rubbed her back, easing her breathing. Kakuchou sweetly brushed her frizzy hair out of her eyes as she stared at her body in confusion and bit down her bottom lips from crying in fright. The redness returned just like several months ago.
“Maybe you’re not ready to sleep without me yet, Takemichi,” Kakuchou told her. “You scared me last night. You rolled off your bed and landed really hard on your makeup next to your bed.”
Takemichi wiped away her tears. Her body ached terribly and it was all caused by makeup? How careless had she gotten? She knew she was a heavy sleeper, but not to this extent. She didn’t want to have Kakuchou to keep taking care of her. She knew she’ll have to get over it soon.
Takemichi shook her head. “I’m sorry for the ruckus I caused. I’ll only be a burden to you.”
Kakuchou paused. “Don’t be sorry, Micchan. You’re not a burden at all.”
His teeth clenched together, nearly grinding them together out of frustration. Takemichi turned around and wrapped her arms around Kakuchou’s neck.
“Can you put some ointment on me? My body hurts a lot right now,” Takemichi asked, quietly sobbing, resting her head on his shoulder.
Kakuchou smiled. If he couldn’t get her to switch her mind, at least he could touch her. Every ounce of the tears she shed was worth it.
“Of course,” Kakuchou smiled sweetly and a new plan was already set in mind.
He wasn’t going to give up easily, not when Mochi didn’t look at Takemichi in a way she wanted him to. It was a good enough push for Kakuchou to work harder. He called Izana after Takemichi left to hang out with Emma at the arcade where Mochi often hung out with Shion despite the limp on her legs.
The call was long and dramatic to Kakuchou’s displeasure.
“Ha? You want what now? And since when did you like Micchan?” Izana asked over the phone.
“It doesn’t matter when I liked her. Can you help me, boss?” Kakuchou replied.
There was a pause on the other side of the phone. Izana sighed. “I know a whore who’ll do anything for money, I think she’ll fit the role perfectly. Mochi is too obvious liking older girls with blonde hair. But if the plan falls through, just confess, coward,” said Izana.
Kakuchou hissed,”It’s not that simple. She’s in love with Mochi.”
Izana laughed loudly, nearly blasting Kakuchou’s eardrum.
“When did I make a gang to create a real life soap drama?”
“There won’t be one, boss. If the plan goes through, Mochi won’t ever know of it and Takemichi will be mine.”
“Alright, then. This will be fun for me to watch. Micchan always looks her best when she’s a crying mess. Meet me by the train tracks near Daiso,” Izana stated.
Kakuchou agreed and hung up the phone. He rushed to the designated spot, speeding on his motorcycle past the traffic. He hopped off his bike to see Izana’s arm wrapped around a tall blonde girl who looked at him with a mischievous look. She was perfect for her role. She was exactly what Takemichi wanted to become.
“I heard all about the plan, lover boy. How romantic,” she walked out of Izana’s arm to him. “What do you want me to do?”
The plan was simple. Kakuchou didn’t bother for it to be elaborated because he knew his plan can change everything Takemichi had longed built up for. They headed off first and Kakuchou not too long afterwards. Kakuchou headed into the arcade, instantly spotted Takemichi standing next to Mochi, her small hand covering her mouth as she giggled at whatever joke he made. Emma nudged the girl and pointed at him by the entrance. Takemichi lit up as their eyes met and quickly made her way over to him. She latched onto his hand and tugged him to join them by the shooting games.
“Mochi was showing us his record on the shooting game,” Takemichi explained and pointed at the pixelated screen.
Kakuchou smiled and smacked Mochi’s back. “You even beat Ran.”
Mochi humbly rubbed the back of his neck. “Next time, Ran will beat my score by three times.”
He wasn’t wrong, Ran was overly competitive and by tomorrow, Ran will probably spend the entire day trying to beat the new record as he always did. Kakuchou won’t lie, he is going to enjoy the burn when Ran does despite Mochi being a very innocent man in the love triangle.
Kakuchou smacked his lips. He glanced over at the snack store that connected with the arcade. He spotted Izana hidden by the corner, watching them with an amused grin and the girl sat not too far from him, swirling her cream soda at the bar.
“Are you guys thirsty?”
They all turned to him with a smirk. Kakuchou rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll pay, okay?”
They cheered in excitement. Kakuchou handed his card towards Mochi.
“Get me coke.”
“I want candy, Mochi. Get me the sour gummies,” Takemichi jumped in.
“Oh, don’t forget the marble sodas. Get all the flavors too,” Emma included.
“Hey,” Kakuchou grumbled.
Emma stuck out her tongue and ushered Mochi to quickly get their snacks. The oldest boy didn’t get a say in it as he had already been pushed away by Emma. They stood in front of the shooting game and waited for Mochi while they talked amongst themselves. A few minutes goes by. He stared at the time in the corner of the pixelated screen. If luck continued on his side, his plan might work. A few minutes more went by and a smile almost crawled on his lips when Takemichi’s fingers finally let go of his hand. He glanced at her who frowned in the direction of the snack store. Her sharp eyebrows narrowed and her frown deepened the longer she stared into the jointed store.
“What’s wrong-”
Kakuhou’s question cut off and Takemichi bolted out of the arcade, tears streaking down her red cheeks. Emma glanced at Kakuchou and the two agreed to run after her. It didn’t take long for Kakuchou to catch up to Takemichi running from them, his long legs granted him a much faster speed. He grabbed onto her wrist, stopping both of them in their tracks.
Emma quickened her pace and latched herself around Takemichi before she thought about escaping. “What happened? I thought we were having a good time?” Emma whispered.
Kakuchou moved his hand down Takemichi’s wrist to hold her hand.
Takemichi hiccuped against Emma’s sweater. “M-Mochi, h-he. Gods, I’m so stupid.”
Emma’s face burned with anger. He could see her brain putting the puzzles together without any other words needed. “I’ll beat him!” She yelled, her first rose in the air, pumped to start a punching spree.
Takemichi shook her head. “Please don’t. It’s not his fault. He doesn’t know. He’s always been nice to me and I-I misread everything like a dumbass.”
Emma’s hardened gaze ceased and switched her focus to comfort the girl, stroking her blonde hair. “Kakuchou, why don’t you take her home. I’ll bring your credit card to you tomorrow and I’ll try to make a lie about you guys having an emergency.”
Kakuchou nodded and took his turn to wrap his arms around Takemichi as Emma nudged her to him.
“Alright, I’ll stop by tomorrow!” Emma yelled, running back out of the arcade.
Kakuchou nodded and stared at Takemichi who slumped agaisnt him. “Can you walk?”
She shook her head. Her head ached from a small headache after her crying and her legs still had some trouble walking from falling onto her makeup that morning. Kakuchou turned his back towards her and knelt down. Takemichi quickly got onto his back and wrapped her arms around his neck. Kakuchou rose up to his feet as he secured his arms around her thighs, walking over to his parked bike to go back home.
The ride was unusually quiet. It alarmed Kakuchou that his plan worked out extremely well, but at the cost of ripping her heart apart and ruining her desire of happiness, so he could mend her happiness for his. It felt good though, now that Mochi was no longer a part of the picture nor a threat to their relationship.
He sat her on his bed and knelt in front of her. Takemichi fell forward and grabbed his shirt, turning into a sobbing mess.
“I-I saw Mochi kiss another girl,” Takemichi confessed into Kakuchou’s shirt.
“Do you like him?” Kakuchou asked, playing ignorant to everything he’s just done.
He raised his hand to pet her hair, soothing the upset girl.
Takemichi nodded her head. “I was meaning to tell you, but he’s your friend. I didn’t want to make it awkward, but in the end I tried so hard to become the girl he wanted and nothing I ever did was enough, Kaku. I don’t know what to do,” she weeped.
“You should never change yourself for a boy. You’re perfect the way you are, Micchan.”
Takemichi sniffled,”Emma told me the same thing, but Mochi was a good man to me. He seemed like an ideal man and I just wanted to do anything for him. I was a fool to think he ever felt the same way I did.”
“I would do anything for you, Takemichi. As your best friend, I don’t want you to suffer,” said Kakuchou and embraced her tightly. “How about we do anything we want tonight and forget about Mochi?”
Takemichi sniffled and pulled away to lock eyes with Kakuchou. Under the moon, Kakuchou fell deeply into the blue abyss. This is what he’s been waiting for.
“What should we do?” She asked.
Kakuchou slid his hand down her neck, feeling her shiver from his touch. The heat pooled below his jeans.
“Tonight it will be only you and your pleasures. I’ll make you think nothing but the stars tonight,” he whispered into her ear, fluttering the girl’s chest with his hot breath brushing against her cold skin. He pulled away to see her beautiful face.
“B-but.”
“Mochi hurt you, Takemichi. You don’t deserve that, so don't we forget about him tonight? Anything and everything you want, I will grant it to you,” he assured her.
Her eyes glanced at their thighs momentarily, before she glanced up at him, nervously with her glistening sapphire eyes Kakuchou wanted to watch shatter.
“Would you kiss me? Make me forget about him,” Takemichi pleaded, her tongue swiping at the corner of her lips in anticipation.
Kakuchou’s eyes never tore away from her as he leaned down, capturing every moment of Takemichi within his grasp. His lips ghosted over her now moisturized lip and watched her close her eyes, completely safe in the arms of the boy who always protected her.
“Of course,” he exhaled and finally pressed his lips against her.
A spurse of heat rushed through their bodies, stepping into the danger zone of what friends weren’t supposed to do, but all thoughts from right and wrong flew away when their smoking hands burnt each other’s skin, a distraction to what might be their next mistake. His arms kept in place around her waist as she scooted closer to him, nearly sitting on top of his lap as their lips experimentally peck. Their peckings didn’t last long, turning into open mouth kisses when Kakuchou pressed harder and longer.
“Kaku,” Takemichi whimpered in a needily voice when he allowed a small space of breathing in between their kisses.
Kakuchou’s heart thundered within his chest and his legs shook with anticipation. He wanted every part of her. It didn’t matter if he'd seen it all, but today was going to be the day he would watch her petals fall open to reveal its true form.
She rocked her body against his, urging to feel everything Kakuchou had to offer to her. His hands moved down to her ass, groping her softness and pushed her further to meet his match of grinding. He rumbled a groan, satisfied that her hands combed through his long black locks while she openly whined into their mouths. It was a symphony to his ears. This hot night, drenching their clothes sent Kakuchou into a haywire. There were so many endless possibilities, he wanted to take Takemichi right there and then, but he reminded himself that the new progress was a start to a new line of what they called friendship.
He pulled away, pushing her hair out of her face. “Tell me where do you want me to touch you,” Kakuchou huskily asked, one hand cupping her thigh.
Takemichi opened her eyes and smiled shyly, an answer already in mind. One where she often played herself when he was out. “I want you to touch me- Here,” she grabbed his hand off her thigh and up her breast.
He squeezed his hand on her breast, earning a cute squeak from her lips. She moved closer to him until she pressed against his hand and her breast to his chest, aligning the vibrations of their hearts. Kakuchou tipped his head against her shoulder, overwhelmed by her hips rotating forward again. His pants left little imaginations of her rubbing against him as her skirt rose completely up to her waist into rolled bunches. He peeked down, watching her leek through her panties and onto his pants. His hand fell from her breast and pushed her shirt forward, revealing her cute flower printed bra he liked.
“I’m going to ruin you,” Kakuchou breathed.
He latched his mouth on her bare neck and took a lick of her delicious flesh. He pushed her bra upwards, allowing her breasts to bounce out of their captives. His large hands caressed her breasts in small circulations, starting a wildfire of stimulation through her body. Takemichi sighed dreamingly, her arousal fogged up her head as Kakuchou worked on her neck, sucking and tugging at her sensitive skin. A few giggles escaped from her lips as he ticklishly bruised her neck. His lips worked magic on her sensitive skin, it brought her to a false sense of heaven. This was a new high, she could get used to, and yet despite its forgein tingles, it felt familiar to her odd wet dreams, but even better.
“Kaku,” Takemichi whined and gripped onto his shoulder. “Kiss me.”
He pulled away from her neck and pressed his lips harshly onto her lips. His warm tongue invaded her mouth, wrapping the tip of his tongue around her tiny tongue. His dominance with ease took control of her mouth. Everything she tried to swallow was taken from his lapping. Her throat throbbed as his tongue dipped further into her mouth, sliding down the flats of her tongue, but pulled back to caress the tip of her tongue. The tightness in her throat excited her unlike any other kisses she’s ever received. Her shortness of breath and the tight air around them did not stop her from falling into exhaustion and rather egged her on to switch from rotating into bouncing up and down on him.
Her attention bought elsewhere as the clothes separating them apart was starting to make her lose her mind. Nothing was enough to keep her sane when Kakuchou was making her react like a baby who wants more and more. She let out a sharp inhale, feeling his hands squeezing tightly on her boobs. His calloused fingers fondled them with intensity and tweaked at her nipples. She arched into him, moaning out a soft, Kaku.
“Fuck, Kaku,” she cried. “If you don’t fuck me right now, I’m going to leave you blue-balled. Please, Kaku, please fuck me.”
She gasped as Kakuchou pushed her onto her back and immediately pulled her legs apart. He hovered over her tiny body and pressed a kiss in between her breasts, slowly making his way down her belly button with a few nipping at her skin, and further down until his lips pecked her pulsing entrance. Takemichi’s legs flinched as his hot breath brushed against her, urging to wrap her legs around him if it weren’t for his two hands keeping her wide open for him to see. His tongue swiped the wet streak going down her panties, savoring the flow of the special nymph. She gripped onto the blanket beneath her, letting out a muffled moan into one of her hands. The roof of his mouth dried in desperation to taste every fluid from her body and to finally to be able to taste and to touch her nectars that he held back so long from. His nose pressed into her, tongue pushing her panties to the side and invaded into her tight warmth. Her back arched off the bed as his tongue licked furiously through her folds. He gravitated his hand closer to her cunt, a thumb pressing onto her clit and one finger sliding in with his tongue. Her juices flowed heavily past him, lubricating her walls and down the river of his mouth. He could die out of happiness just sucking on her clit while his fingers slide in and out of her walls. One finger became four fingers and yet she wrapped around snuggly like the cocksleeve she was.
She was born to be fucked until her legs could no longer support her.
It may have been her night, but Kakuchou waited his entire life for this very moment. He unbuttoned his pants and slid his pants down until it fell above his knees along with his boxers. She widened her eyes and cupped her mouth from shrieking in shock at Kakuchou’s size. There was no way he was an extra large, she nervously thought. She didn’t think it’ll fit either at how proudly it strung out of his boxers. She watched him get onto his knees, shifting in between her legs until her petals bloomed graciously in plain sight and reached down the bed and wall. Between his longer fingers had been a condom, ready to be of use. This was real. Takemichi’s expressions and her shy reactions, laying on the bed were real. It felt too good to be true. If he were to wake up now, would he still have the confidence to try to make her his. He was going to make the most of his living dream. He ripped the tip of the package with his hands and tossed it to the floor. She watched with tensity as he slid the condom over his cock in ease. He leaned forward, pressing a kiss onto her lips and held the side of her thighs, lifting them up high. His fingers dragged across her skin, soothing the slight quivering of her legs.
“Wait, it might be too big, Kaku,” Takemichi told him in between their kisses. “I’m not sure-”
Kakuchou shot her a look. “I’ll make it fit, I’ll be gentle, Micchan. Don’t you trust me?”
Takemichi glanced down in shame and nodded after Kakuchou kissed her forehead. He lifted her legs towards him and laid them upon his thighs. One hand kept her leg from wrapping around his waist and the other held onto his stiff cock. He glided the tip of his cock into her folds, pausing as she inhaled a sharp breath, but didn’t give her another second to breathe and pushed further into her.
Kakuchou only knew animal instincts when he fully entered into her pussy. He was living within his dreams and all he could think about was gripping onto her waist, kissing away her large tears falling off of her face, and the rocking of his hips. Her cried were deaf to his ears and fucked slowly but accurately to where her womb was. She choked on her spit she tried to swallow as his cock slammed somewhere deep within her. She widen her eyes, crying more as she watched Kakuchou fuck her slowly and deeply enough to see a bulge in her stomach. He loosened his gritted teeth, groaning loudly as his pace began to speed up. Takemichi withered below him, unable to voice a noise while Kakuchou thrust sharply into her.
“I-it’s too fast, Kaku,” Takemichi whined, pressing her face against his pillow as Kakuchou raised her hips in the air, slamming his hips into her. “Please- Ah! Slow d-down-” Takemichi squealed into the pillow as he moved her hips up back and forth to meet his erratic penetrations.
It was so fucking good, it was driving her crazy. But it was too fast for Takemichi to handle. Since when did Kakuchou become a mad dog?
Her toes curled and her tongue stuck out, unable to even think when Kakuchou impossibly picked up his pace, sliding his girthy cock from her pussy. He refused to pull all the way out, unwilling to part from her body and lashed out all of his needs into her, thrusting back and forth into her petals.
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, gasping loudly in shock, pleasure knotted in the pit of her stomach, forcing her pussy to clench tightly around his thick cock. Her body jolted and from the swollen lips of her petals, thick ribbons of cum squirted onto his dick. She whined loudly, collapsing completely on the bed. She laid there out of breath from her climax while Kakuchou’s movements slowed, his body tensing up when his load shot into the condom. Takemichi softly patted his arms, alerting her best friend of her exhaustion. He groaned, slowly dragging himself out of her and shifted himself to the edge of the bed to slip the condom off his sensitive dick. He quickly tied the condom and tossed it to the floor and rushed back to Takemichi, slowly dozing off to sleep.
“Takemichi, don’t fall asleep yet,” Kakuchou shook the girl who hummed in response, but ultimately couldn’t keep her eyes open any longer.
He sighed and adjusted her limbs, slipping her clothing off of her until she laid on the bed bare. He didn’t take long after her, stripping out of his entire clothes until all was left were his boxers. He laid down next to her and wrapped his arms around her, listening to her soft breathing after he pulled the blanket over them.
Kakuchou smiled at the girl in his arms. He tightened his hold around and placed a kiss on her head. “From now, only rely on me. I won’t let you down.”
Takemichi sleepily nodded her head, unquestioning of his random demand. “I always have,” she mumbled a promise in the depth of her dreams, sealing her fate in the hands of her vile best friend, wickedly smiling in content.