Chapter 64
Valentine Day
Valentine’s Day, so far, took the top spot in Elyna’s ranking of horrible days.
A test of endurance that had started with her almost choking on her bottle of water, courtesy of a sexy homeroom teacher who had, inadvertently, decided to wear that shirt this morning.
The one she’d once slept in at his place, burrowed underneath his covers.
Of course, she’d had to blurt out “wrong hole” to the whole class.
Shūji, being himself, had retorted something along the lines of “I didn’t think you were that kind of girl”.
Despite Haruki’s threats, the boy had teased her until a mortified Kazuki had to threaten to expel him.
She was never going to live that down. Ever.
Her almost dying of embarrassment had not kept entitled students at bay in the corridors. Elyna had naively assumed that the lesbian rumour—and being a teaching assistant—would prevent them from asking any kind of flowchart-classified treats; her hopes were dashed thoroughly.
Now, she was watching the neatly wrapped chocolates sitting in her treasure box, side by side with Kazuki’s melon drawing.
Will I even get a chance to give it to him?
He may not care much about it, though; Kazuki seemed to appreciate savoury things more than sugar treats. But that box of homemade chocolate was a symbol: she’d put her whole heart into crafting them for him, to honour the Japanese tradition.
By now, all she wanted was to collapse on her bed and forget this cursed holiday existed. Pulling up her phone, she launched the Nyan Cat original song. Just to have a good laugh.
“Nyan Nyan Nyan…”
Her smile faltered; today, even the pixelized animation fell flat, muted by the constant toll of hiding the most important thing in her life. And she missed Nyan, her one true cat, without a Pop-Tart tied to its back. And the ocean. Perhaps her father and brother as well.
At least none of them wanted chocolates on Valentine’s Day. When her phone lit up again, she expected to find a stupid message from Aksel, who despised the holiday as much as she did.
月: You’ve got a sleepover at a friend’s next weekend. ?? Can you convince your mother?
Elyna straightened, a smile blooming on her lips. She could practically hear the mischief in Kazuki’s voice through the text.
Elyna: So bold, sir! But yes. I think Satsuki can cover for me.
月: good. I’ll send you the address later. Saturday afternoon.
That’s two days away, yay! Giddy, Elyna typed in a mild scolding.
Elyna: By the way, did you have to wear THAT shirt?
月: Oh? So that’s why… I’m sorry I’m behind in my ironing. It was the only one left…
A sliver of dread brushed over her joy, insidious and fleeting. They shouldn’t do this. If Satsuki ever realised she’d been used as an alibi… The risk was substantial.
Well, she’d never denounce me. And God, I miss him.
A cover story was already taking shape in her mind. It was ironic that a grown woman with a job would have to hide from her mother. But if she revealed she had a boyfriend, questions would follow … and putting Kazuki in harm’s was inconceivable.
Who knew how Katrine would react? The woman wasn’t above calling the vice Principal, and then…
I should insist that Satsuki feels lonely in her house while her parents work late.
Katrine would buy the lie with a nod of approval. Elyna’s strong influence would ‘do her friend good’. Of course, her mother didn’t suspect that Satsuki was actually the one doing the rescuing, nor that she probably spent her Saturday evenings wrapped around Shūji.
What a mess!
February 16th, 2019
“KAMI-SAMA, Lyna… I…!”
Bold and magnificent, Elyna danced in his lap, riding him into the sofa with desperation. He had barely had time to laugh at her startled face—he’d stuck a dinosaur sticker on the bell of the Airbnb flat he was renting—before she assaulted him.
Kazuki’s blood raced down his veins to fuel the furnace in his belly. Pleasure came in waves that numbed his mind. Every snap of his lover’s hips brought him to stutter another expletive.
His sea fairy had substituted her mantle of water for fire; she rode him like there was no tomorrow, causing his nerves to beg for mercy as he ascended to his peak without an ounce of control. She undulated over him, lost in passion, blond hair haloed around her like the mane of a vengeful spirit.
“Aaahh…”
Another attempt to convey … convey what exactly? His ecstasy? His inability to control the pace of their passionate coupling? To beg her to show mercy before he exploded altogether? He couldn’t even remember his name as he rocked into her like the desperate fool he was.
Kazuki watched that goddess of a woman with awe. Forceful, unleashed, she came towards him like an unstoppable wave, and retreated only to return with more strength, more conviction. Her moans were sinful music to his ears, her nails digging into the button-up he didn’t even have time to shed.
Her favourite shirt. That shirt, washed and ironed for Valentine’s Day.
Kazuki felt the coil tighten in his lower belly, ready to snap; he made one last desperate attempt to still her hips.
To no avail, Elyna was too far gone in their primal dance.
Again and again, she slid along his length with purpose, rubbing him exquisitely.
Overwhelmed, Kazuki’s head fell backwards.
“Hgnnnn…”
Half-lidded eyes, filled with desire, caught his gaze. She was magnificent, giving and taking pleasure in equal measures. And tonight, she was devoting herself to making his heart soar and his mind shatter.
He was helpless, fuelled by weeks of frustration. Completely consumed.
What will be left once she’s done with me? A pile of ashes, perhaps, scattering in the wind. Relentless, Elyna’s hips flexed underneath his fingers to coax every last drop of pleasure from him. The coil didn’t snap in his loins: it just exploded.
Instinct overtook his reason; his thrusts flung Elyna against his chest. Arms clamping around her like steel bars, Kazuki dove inside of her with the desperate strength of surrender. Her long, delicate fingers dug into the flesh of his back, gripping him like an anchor in a tempestuous ocean.
So long, it has been so long…
A gasp caught in his throat, wrenched by the strength of his massive release as he buried himself to the hilt.
For the first time in his life, pleasure swept him off his feet; he was spiralling, a free-fall as exhilarating as it was frightening.
At some point, he lost all sense of direction, surrendering to the haze of the most mind-blowing orgasm of his life.
When eventually, Kazuki’s consciousness returned, the furnace had turned to embers. He was fairly, and thoroughly wrecked.
He could only lay there, panting, hot and pulsating. Still buried in that fleshy heat that flexed around him, causing shudders to wrack his frame. Elyna was the sheath to his sword, soft and welcoming. So warm in his arms.
Hands shaking, Kazuki started carding through her hair soothingly; Elyna panted in his neck, her chest heaving against his.
For a long moment, she didn’t say a thing, content to bask in his embrace.
It was then, when his brain eventually kicked in, that shame descended upon him.
For having lost control, most of all, but also because he was pretty sure she had not reached her peak…
You’re really a loser.
“Are you alright?” he asked, voice rough.
Elyna nodded feebly, too out of breath to speak.
She had, after all, led this whole encounter at a breakneck pace.
Kazuki kept caressing her hair, feeling his desire settle as she draped herself over him, sporting a magnificent matching set of lacy underwear that he’d only pushed aside to ravish her.
When eventually, Elyna found the strength to sit up, her gaze pierced him.
He gasped as his softening member slid out of her.
Perhaps a shower…
Her blue eyes twinkled, hiding underneath unruly strands that framed her like a painting. He couldn’t resist the urge to kiss her silly. They parted for air much too soon for his liking, chests still heaving. “Did I frighten you?” he questioned. A mischievous smile crept up her swollen lips.
“Nah. As long as the dinosaur stays at the door, I’m fine.”
Kazuki burst out laughing, settling his cheek upon her breast. Private joke aside—that memory would never die—he was a man on a mission. “Then come, my golden lady, there is unfinished business to take care of.”
Elyna squeaked when he hoisted her in his arms, bridal style. He prayed that the neighbours were not watching when he crossed the living room in front of the floor-length windows, his shirt still clinging to his elbows, and the rest of him gloriously naked … well.
Kazuki mentally shrugged, spotting the little box of chocolates abandoned on the low table.
Despite her misgivings about Valentine's Day, his beloved had still bowed to the Japanese tradition.
Elyna protested often against customs that made no sense to her.
Yet, when she felt anything might touch his heart, she set aside her feelings to comply.
At such a young age, she already displayed the wisdom to compromise and adapt. Their students had not been so lucky. But with him, Elyna showed more compassion and understanding. He didn’t doubt that, should the time come, she would agree to meet his family with all formalities…
Heart full and mind focused, Kazuki laid his quarry on the bed of his rental flat. He reverently smoothed her hair upon fresh linens, marvelling at the contrast between her golden strands and the dark blue sheets.
Her long legs shifted in a graceful pose, and his breath caught; that crimson lingerie was a beacon against alabaster skin. She sported a few rashes, too, from both the friction and his wandering mouth where he’d suckled his passion like a brand.
“Kazu?” she questioned.
He smiled tenderly, resting his powerful frame beside her to circle her waist with his arm. “Just admiring the view,” he breathed.
Elyna’s cheeks flamed even darker, and he chuckled. Then, his gaze sharpened and he attacked her mouth. She immediately plastered her body against his, leaning into the kiss with a sensual moan that rekindled the desire as easily as a breeze sets ablaze a few embers.
“Let me even the score,” he murmured against her mouth, hands caressing her smooth skin with wonder.
“Mmm?” Kazuki’s lips trailed along the juncture of her neck, adding yet another mark. Sneakily, he allowed his hand to trace her panties, brushing against her sensitive mound.
“Oooh!” Elyna bucked against his caress.
He smiled; she was so receptive!
Maybe I have a chance.
After all, she was still hot as coals, being denied release by his own fault. He was pretty determined to have her begging.
Kazuki applied his whole science of the feminine body to satisfy her, nipping, suckling at her skin, freeing her lovely breasts from their lacy frame while his hand rubbed circles between her legs. It took barely a few caresses to have her shaking in his hold.
Magnificent! Kazuki couldn’t tear his eyes off her, watching pleasure relax her features. He was stiffening again. Who would not, faced with such perfection?
And those suppressed moans she tried to stifle as she writhed… Numb with desire, Kazuki returned to her lips, diving his tongue so deep that he could taste the tea she’d drunk after lunch. There, he thoroughly made love to her mouth, lost in the sensation.
When her spasms became erratic, Kazu retreated a bit, only to slide a finger inside her and pump his devotion with the eagerness of a wolf pleasing his mate. His other arm secured around her shoulders as waves of pleasure swept her away. “Come for me, Lyna.”
Was it the nickname, or the result of his relentless teasing that caused her to tumble over the edge? Pride swelled in his chest when she tensed like a taut string.
Elyna circled his neck with a gasp, arms locking like a steel band as she violently climaxed. A few more tremors shook her body, her lips opened in a silent cry, then a sigh. Eventually, she relaxed in his hold, boneless, and he smiled; this time, he’d done his job properly.
Proud, Kazuki wrapped his lover across his chest, and allowed his head to fall backwards. “Arigatō gozaimashita,” she murmured into his collarbone, greedily sucking in fresh air to feed her overworked lungs.
A smile crept up his lips at the now familiar words of gratitude. Why she thanked him, every time, was still a mystery; wasn’t it every man’s dream? “It is I who thanks you for letting me play your body.”
“Like a fiddle, my Tsuki,” she chuckled.
His smile broadened; Elyna had such a way with words.
Her arm wrapped around him for a well-deserved hug, as if she was loath to part with his body now that, at last, their skin could reacquaint with each other.
As she caressed his stomach with a satisfied hum, her wrist bumped into a part of him that had yet to relinquish its enthusiasm.
A playful “Oh?” escaped her lips, and he chuckled. “You are the most beautiful, inspiring woman I’ve ever seen, Elyna. Don’t blame me for being overeager.”
The ocean of her eyes seemed to swirl with unknown currents, and he felt deft fingers dig into his pubic hair. “This must be remedied, then.”
“It’s alright, there’s no need to … ah!”
She will be the death of me.