[Contain: Explicit Content! - It is highly erotic!]
In the late evening, Shouichi and Misaki arrived in front of the Yamamoto residence. The lights in the house were turned off, indicating that his mother, Yamamoto Yoko, was not home. He vividly remembered his mother having dinner with a group of her female friends at this time. That was quite uncommon for Yoko to go anywhere besides the cafe and the house. "Was it her high school reunion?" He pondered.
"I'm home!" He spoke out of the habits after he reached the accessway. The couple took off their shoes and placed them neatly on the racks.
"Do you need snacks or a drink? Misa-chan?" He asked. Promptly, the girl shook her head.
Without a second to spare, Shouichi led his girlfriend to his room upstairs. "Woah! Senpai. Your room is quite organised!" She admired him.
"Luckily I cleaned it yesterday." Shouichi thought to himself.
It took him a few minutes to put the show on his TV via the famous steaming app. The couple was sitting shoulder to shoulder on his bed. Misaki pulled up the blanket to cover her lower face, steeling herself for jumpscares.
Suddenly, a PTSD flashback alighted to Shouichi. It reminded him of the time when Ayane brutally commented on the smell of his blanket. "It stinks in here." Her lingering words were laced with contempt.
"It smells nice," Misaki spoke gleefully.
"Thank goodness, I had that washed recently..." The black-haired boy murmured, relieved.
For the first 30 minutes, the couple was watching the movie attentively. Then Misaki shifted her sitting position and leaned softly on his chest. Her trademark sweet candy and floral aroma dispersed in the air, soothing and endearing.
"Say… Shou-senpai… Should we continue from the cinema?" Misaki inquired him quietly, her tone playful and assertive. She glanced up and locked eyes with him, her obsidian eyes shimmered with thrill.
Misaki bit her lower lips softly as she could no longer wait for her boyfriend to make his first move.
But to her surprise, no cue was needed for the brown-eyed boy. As Shouichi bent in with his inviting lips. Then they began to indulge themselves in a loving yet lustful kiss. Her pink tendril twirled and coiled around his ever so enticingly. Proceeding below, his lips greedily mowed on her neck, nipping her soft skin with his teeth. Her high-pitched moan intensified as he amped up his pace. His warm and moist tongue weaved on her delicate skin, marching downward to her pristine collarbone. As his hands traced her flawless silhouette, gliding from her wrists to her neck, she squirmed and trembled slightly, a soft, satisfied sigh escaping her lips.
"S~senpai... Ah!" She groaned softly.
In front of him, was the representation of erotica, Misaki was lying flat on her back, her twin tails spread out beautifully against the bed's white sheet. Her red, hot cheeks turned to the side yet her libidinous eyes intertwined with his.
Unexpectedly, the sudden flashback of the lover's pond flooded his mind, "You like it, don't you? Fufufu!" The seductive voice of another girl, Ayane, rang in his ears. And the image of her beautiful body slowly rising swept through his mind.
Blowing air out of his nostrils, he felt a raging and heating throb in his lower body, straining against his cloth.
With fury, Shouichi tucked the sight away deep in his mind; he needed Misaki, not Ayane. Then, he unleashed a side of himself he never knew he had, the hungry beast, his movements growing more frantic and rough, his breath coming in rapid, erratic gasps.
Suddenly, his fingers groped and fondled her bosoms with fiery arousal, "Ayah!!!" A loud moan erupted from her lips.
"Sh~Shou-senpai, you're being too rough!" She whimpered, struggling to steady her voice, her body twisting as her fingers tangled in his dark, fluffy hair.
Shouichi didn't utter a word, letting his body language speak for itself.
Enough with the foreplay, he meticulously unbuttoned her blouse and shoved it After a few flickers of a finger, her white bra unbuckled and came loose. Now her divine breasts were on full display, they were perfectly round and voluptuous, more beautiful than anything he had seen before.
He instinctively slipped his fingers under her skirt, past her lingerie. Finding her private slit, his fingers slipped through the gap effortlessly, her fingers clawed on his lower back with a genuine thrill. Then his fingers flicked against her sweet spot, twisting her torso around. With each rhythm, she wailed reactively until his fingers were completely drenched in the love nectar.
While her moan of ecstatic pleasure rhythmed loudly with each stroke of his fingers. Shouichi came to realise that this wasn't Misaki's first time, but he couldn't care less. It somewhat aroused him even. Satisfying with his fingers, as the two were both consensually in the highest state of excitation, it was time for the real fun.
This was the beast that Shouichi never thought he had. The lust had taken full control of his body and soul, "It gets what it commands." A strange voice echoed inwardly. He scrambled around his bed to find a protective rubber and planned to relieve himself of the throbbing pain between his legs.
WAAH-WAAH-WAAH!
A sudden and loud siren could be heard from the distance, it disengaged him out of the 'love' drive.
"What's that senpai? Why did you stop?" Misaki asked, looking at him with confusion. She was breathing raggedly and her beautiful skin was drenched in sweat.
"I~I don't know." Shouichi quickly bounced up and peeked through the window.
A fire truck was parked right in front of his house and a firefighter in full uniform walked and rang the bell at his front gate.
Ding-Ding!
The house bell rang out as the firefighter pressed repeatedly.
"I think there's a fire or something... " Shouichi turned to his girlfriend. Urgently, she got up and buttoned her blouse.
"Did I just get screwed over by a damn fire!? Seriously?!" Shouichi grumbled in frustration, his voice tinged with disbelief. It was so close, yet it felt so far.
"What should we do, senpai?" Misaki asked, nervousness evident in her eyes.
"I guess, we need to get out."
Then they quickly dressed up and rushed out to meet with the firefighter.
"Hello! Sorry to bother you guys. Your neighbour just reported that their kitchen accidentally caught on fire." A female firefighter informed them nonchalantly. Her face was completely obscured by a fire helmet and a face shield. She pointed at the smoke coming out of the window next door.
"We need to make sure you guys evacuate in case we can't contain the fire!"
"Understood." He took Misaki's hands and led her out to watch the smoking house from a safe distance. Not long after, another firetruck appeared and parked next to the fence. The spreading flame became visible on the exterior of the neighbour's house and the firefighter reactively sprayed water from hydrants in the hope of suppressing it.
"I'm scared," Misaki whispered, her body trembling slightly so he took her in her arms, hugging her tight.
"It's okay. We are safe now." He said firmly while watching the firefighters in the background.
At the same time, a curious crowd gathered and speculated from afar.
***
After an intense 15 minutes of a thrilling display, the fire was eventually subdued, leaving only faint wisps of smoke in the air. The male firefighter stepped into the charred house to ensure the flames were fully extinguished, while the female firefighter removed her helmet, revealing her determined expression beneath. She walked over to the couple, her demeanour professional yet approachable.
"Well well well… We often met in odd circumstances, Shouichi-kun, and... Misaki-chan, that right?" Toru's gyaru girlfriend, Himemiya Kazumi, greeted them amicably. Her ombre blonde hair fell on her chest neatly. Misaki glanced at Shouichi questioningly while he froze, still dumbstruck by the major twist.
"It all makes sense now, the lady is notably more fit than your average Jane. I thought she was a full-time fitness instructor or something." Shouichi concluded internally.
"Fufufu. Judging from your faces, is it that big of a surprise?" Kazumi teased, smiling at them brightly.
"Y~yeah… That's quite a major shock." Shouichi responded and laughed dismissively, wiping the sweat off his forehead; they were not from the fire panic but from the recent workout with his girlfriend.
"Thank you, Himemiya-san!" Misaki and Shouichi replied in appreciation.
Soon after, Wendy, Misaki's carer, arrived to pick her up from Shouichi's house.
At the end of the day, the kind of thrill Shouichi experienced wasn't exactly the kind he had hoped for — it left him more drained than delighted.