"I can be..." Jun's left hand passed under the Young Master's shirt, caressing his steel-like muscles. "Really useful."
Her right hand moved down.
With her fingers aimed at the ground, she passed her hand down the Young Master's bulge.
'...!'
Her gaze momentarily moved down, doubting the more than impressive size that the strokes of her hand had measured.
'Even with two hands, I wouldn't be able to-' Her thoughts were interrupted by a tingle, which forced her lips to part.
The panting Jun moved towards the Young Master's neck, as her right hand, desperate to feel the real thing, slipped into his pants.
Burning. Pulsating. Throbbing.
Her legs shivered. She wanted to press her thighs together, but couldn't. Jun could feel her body heating up. Her crotch was...
She pulled away from his neck, and looked into her eyes.
The Young Master's thumb caressed the panting Jun's lips.
His hand moved up her thigh, towards the area where she wanted to be touched.
She pulled him closer. His bulge pushed against her crotch. Burning. She closed her eyes. Her lips approached the Young Master's and,
'...?'
She opened her eyes, only to find the wall.
Her blushing face had been avoided. Jun shivered as she felt the Young Master's breath on her ear.
"Jun." He whispered.
"Yes, Young Master?" She wanted it.
She stroked his bulge even more-
"What you're doing is fun..."
"...?"
"Not being useful."
The Young Master pulled back, and a dumbfounded Jun had to wait for his hands to push against them for her to unwrap her legs from around his waist.
Seconds later, the door was opened and closed.
She was left alone, in the silence, and her own heat.
***
The Young Master had stopped just two steps away from the door.
'Fucking hell. My first night out...'
He massaged his face with both hands, calming his breathing, before extending his arms up towards the ceiling while arching his back.
'And I might just tear these pants.'
Throbbing.
***
"Fuck... Fuck!" A frustrated Jun clenched her fist, before directing it at the mirror.
All her heat had turned into anger, as the Young Master's cold and cruel parting words resonated in the emptiness of the restroom again and again.
What you're doing is fun, not being useful-
She stood in front of the mirror, passed her hands down her dress, and did her best not to butcher her makeup.
Her shaking hands lay on the sink. She tried to calm herself down, but couldn't keep the anger from turning into...
"If I knew another way of being useful," Jun clenched her teeth, and a tear went down her face. "I wouldn't be..."
***
"Oh! Yo..." Rika waved, before going silent. "How should I call you, Young Master?" She whispered once the Young Master took a seat at her side.
"Mm." He nodded. "That won't do. My name won't work either..."
"Should I give you a nickname, Young Master?" Rika smiled.
"Maybe we can go with Lei-" The Young Master shook his head, before relaxing into his seat. "No. That's a can of worms better left alone... Sure, a nickname works."
"Zhao..." Rika whispered with a hand on her chin and a mischievous smile on her face. "How does Zaza sound?"
"Fuck no."
"Zozo?"
"Absolutely not."
"Something simpler then?" She chuckled. "Honey? Bear? My prince?"
"Wow..." The Young Master took a sip. "How about I let you know once I think of something?"
"Huh? That's so unfaiiir! I still have plenty of ideas."
"And don't get overly familiar."
"I apologize, Young Master-"
"Excuse me!"
The sudden shout coming from behind made both of them shudder momentarily.
"Could we..." Jun whispered, as her shout had attracted the attention of everyone inside the venue. "Could we talk outside?"
"Sure." The Young Master answered after thinking for a second. He raised a hand and gestured to Rika to stay.
***
"Jun. We've been walking for a while now."
"I know, Young Master. It's just..."
"We left Rika all the way there. Huh. Already back at the bridge. If you want to talk, then hurry it up. If not, I'm going back to her."
The two walked for a couple more seconds. Jun suddenly turned around once she was midway through the bridge.
"How..." She shouted without meaning to. "How... Can I be useful to you?"
The Young Master sighed as he brought a hand to his nape.
"You tell me." He answered, seemingly bored by the situation.
"I'm willing to do anything." Jun admitted. "Anything. Please, I-"
"Why are you so desperate? I'm the one who came to you."
"..." Jun clenched her teeth and looked away.
She walked three steps towards the edge of the bridge, lay her hands on that edge, and stared at the moving water on which a bright moon was reflected.
"Of course I'm desperate," Jun whispered. "I've never been more aware of that than now..."
'I know. That's the whole point, isn't it?' The Young Master thought to himself as he sighed internally. 'The question is...'
"I need to-" Jun's words were interrupted as the Young Master lay his hands on hers.
She moved her gaze, but it didn't connect with his. The Young Master was staring beyond her, into the distance. Additionally, despite his hands being on hers, and him standing right behind her, she couldn't feel his body. He was remaining a few inches away.
"What do you want?" The Young Master asked a couple of seconds later, and the look in her eyes changed.
"More." Jun answered bluntly. "It's just as you said earlier..." She turned around, her back to the edge of the bridge. "More than-"
"I know that, Jun." He smiled. "I can see it in your eyes. They scream that they're hungry for more but..." The Young Master paused for a couple of seconds before continuing, "How are you going to get that?"
"I'll do anything."
"What can you do?"
Words that cut deep.