Chapter 2. I Want to Make You Embarrassed
- Ai Suzuki -
I'm not quite sure when I started wanting to do these sorts of things to Naomi.
Maybe it was always there, deep beneath the surface of my desires. Whenever I looked at her, there was this tingling, ponderous... itch? I suppose I would call it an itch. It built up slowly, and for a long time, I suppose you could consider us 'normal' friends. Close to the end of the st year of Middle School, however, I asked her something.
"I want to see your tongue."
She giggled a bit, one of her eyebrows raised. "Ehh...? Why?"
While we were together in my room, we weren't doing much other than talking. I remember how I was really focused on her eyes, and her face as a whole. I just felt something then, like I... wanted to do something. I wanted to see a different expression from her. She always smiled when she looked at me. I was starting to get sick of it for whatever reason.
"We're friends, right? I wanna see every part of you..."
"It's kind of weird, though..."
"Is that a no?"
"Huh? No, um..."
And like that, she agreed.
"Okay, Ai-chan... is this good...?" Her tongue id atop her bottom lip, and the light in that moment peered down upon her in a way that I still don't think I've seen replicated yet. Her skin, flushed a tad pink from embarrassment, almost seemed to glow. The air felt especially warm around us as she sat on my bed across from me.
It was almost like I was in a trance, staring at her there. My heartbeat sped up, and I became acutely aware of every motion I and her took. The way her nose twitched as she breathed, the glint in her eyes, the glisten of her tongue, it was all too much. I couldn't stop smiling. I felt good, I think, even... a bit giddy?
I wanted to touch it. I wanted to touch her.
So, I did. I pced a hand on the side of her cheek, looking at her closer. She flinched, though didn't back away. Her skin was smoother than a flower's petals, and she was warm to the touch. I, consequently, began to feel ever warmer myself. I hoped she didn't notice.
"... Let me touch it. Your tongue..." I whispered.
She averted her eyes for a moment, perhaps out of embarrassment, before replying, "... Okay."
My heart must have been beating two hundred beats per minute at this point. Naomi was so beautiful, and kind, and polite, and obedient, and mine, and... perfect. I didn't even recall whatever we were doing before, only wishing to keep going. Maybe I always knew. I can't really remember anything but how beautiful she was.
Without a word, I put my finger to her tongue, lightly pushing inside her mouth. Her eyes closed as I began to prod further inside, the tip of her tongue growing and receding in its length in such a strange yet endearing way. When I grazed it lightly with my finger, it rolled slightly, before squishing back.
It was very pleasant to touch. Hot, and slimy in a way that wasn't gross at all to me. It was a simple, enjoyable pleasure as it moved about my skin, sending short pulses through my body. Yet, the more I did it, the further into that pit I dropped, a longing for more and more settling into the deepest regions of my chest.
After that day, I started to ask her to do rather embarrassing things, or let me do things to her. I'd tell her to do things in order to make her uncomfortable, mostly. It gradually got more and more 'gross' as I wanted to see more of that pathetic face. I made her wear a diaper and pacifier once, all because a friend of mine had mentioned their aunt getting pregnant. I thought it would humiliate her a whole lot, and it definitely did, but the way she so quickly pyed along amused me just as much.
Another time, I wanted to see the size of her bdder. A fun little experiment, if you ask me.
Three bottles of water and she was already visibly shaking in her chair, her legs unconsciously bouncing. I took that moment to py with her, as I normally would.
"A-Ai-chan, p-please... I-I can't– um, i-it'll go on the floor... p-please..." Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.
I wanted to see her at her worst.
"It's okay, the floor gets cleaned, anyways."
"But, I– w-with you looking at me like that, it's... going to... I-I don't know if... Aaah..." Her face was red as a cherry, so helpless and pathetic. More. I wanted to see more.
"It's getting annoying waiting..." A casual way to push her a bit more, and the way I tapped at her back surely made it even worse for her. "Come on, just rex."
In moments, her thighs were beginning to quake quite erratically, and she held a fist tightly, her knuckles turning white. Surely, she was getting to a point of no return. Like a threshold being broken, her expression was no longer just anxious, but utterly panicked.
I loved that expression, like she truly felt unsafe, as if she was in danger. Every bit of her was under my control at that moment, and to me, who loved doing this to her more than anything else, it was truly beautiful. No better beauty existed for me. It filled my stomach with something hot and fluttery, though different from what soon came out of Naomi.
It tasted strangely salty.
Things slowed down as we entered High School, however. I wanted to strive for a greater reputation than I had before, to be loved and adored not just by her. I wanted to see if I could feel more. That didn't pan out quite as well as I thought, but being respected by the rger community felt wonderful, even if I didn't get to see Naomi as much.
As for her, she joined the student council, surprisingly becoming the president during her first year. She's managed to gain great respect since then, perhaps in some regards, even more than me. Generally, she was more respected academically, however, as I was much more popur in social circles.
In terms of how we normally are, of course, a lot more restrictions and boundaries were established, both in regard to when we could meet, and of what we could do during those periods. Generally, we could only meet after school without anyone else knowing, seeing as she wasn’t a good actor, and I couldn’t have anyone find out what we did together.
I was pretty irritated after finding out she actually made some connections. Back in Middle School, I was her only friend, the only person who'd even talk to her. No one else was supposed to care about her. She could only beg for help from me. I needed to see her as hopeless, as someone who only turned to me. And, now? She was getting attention by other people, she was getting along with them. Of course, with people other than me, she acted rgely antisocial, but even still, that seemed to just be a fun quirk to these maniacs. That's not even what she really is like, you know. Shouldn't it creep you out that she's constantly pretending?
But, I was fine just messing with her after school. Those times were always enough for me, I suppose... even if I really missed how often I got to do things to her.
But, now, it's the st day of the school year. After summer, she and I both will be in our second year, and as such, things will just get more and more busy. It makes me a bit restless, thinking about not being able to do things with her whenever I want. My leg begins to bounce, and I can't help but start to chew on my bottom lip.
Why did she have to join the Student Council in the first pce? Were those stupid duties really more important than me? Me? I should be the only thing that matters to her. Me, and me only.
Today will be our st meeting for a while in the confines of the school. Maybe I should show her what–
"Suzuki-san?" The teacher sitting in front of me speaks, bringing me back to reality.
Right, this conversation was so utterly boring that I started fantasizing about Naomi. What was the situation? Ah, yes, I was called to the staff room to discuss... something, I think. I try to smooth my face into a friendly, compliant mask, acting as the ideal honor student I am.
"Sorry, yes?"
"Like I was saying, I wanted to talk about your pns post graduation…” She paused for a moment, clicking a pen. It made me flinch. “Your grades are certainly more than good enough to get into your university of choice, not to mention your eligibility for schorships, but... if you're hoping to go into the medical field, there's much better choices avaible..."
"Ah, well..." What an annoying conversation. Did it really matter? This is the path I want to take. "Just, from what I saw, it seemed to fit me quite well. It's a top ranked university, too, so..."
Her look was telling enough. She thinks I'm settling for something worse than I can reach for. "Yes, it is, but with your grades, you could make it into a far more prestigious university. You're a truly talented student, Suzuki-san. Think of what you could achieve!"
Annoying.
I smiled a bit nervously, though let nothing faze my tone. "Right... I'll think about it."
That was a boldfaced lie, however. I was dead set on this university for a reason. After all, it was the one Naomi was going to, as well.
"I'm gd. I'd hate to see someone like you be limited by such a pin establishment. Now... before you go," Oh, for gods sake, could you fuck off? I wanted to eat lunch already, this was taking too long. "You're friends with Akamatsu-san, right?" I nodded, absentmindedly curious on what the hell Miyu did to piss off someone this time. "I wanted to ask if you could, er... help her clean up her act. With the piercing and dyed hair, I mean– And, her grades have been slipping as of te. At this rate, she might even be suspended... hah... the rumors of her having a retionship with a teacher certainly doesn't help either–" She seemed to unknowingly blurt out in a quieter tone, quickly shaking her head as she realized her mistake. "A-anyway, seeing how you're a role model of sorts, I thought maybe you could help..."
I couldn't care less what Miyu got in trouble for. Besides, it's not like it was my fault she wasn't studying, nor does what she does to her body affect me. This was all just useless.
"Of course! I'll make sure to talk to her about it the next time I see her," I replied in the most upbeat tone I could muster, though I hope it wasn't *too* upbeat... Perhaps I should have toned it down a bit, or else it’ll seem like I care too much about her.
"Thank you."
Soon after, I left. I didn't feel like wasting more of my time during the st day of the school year in a dingy room like that, alone with a teacher who's respect didn't even matter compared to others. Teacher's always annoyed me, the entire idea was irritating. They're people who've never actually seen the real world. They finish High school and immediately go to post secondary to be a teacher, then spending the rest of their life as well in a school. And they somehow expect to have some kind of authority and say on what I should do? Just what do they know, truly? What divine role do they have over me, how should their decision making possibly matter?
At times like this, when I was in such a bad mood, I wished I could see Naomi. However, that was a practical impossibility during the school day, especially now as the possibility of a rumor starting about us with how much Naomi has been staring at me. I suppose the knowledge of us being friends in middle school having come up a while ago hasn't helped... All the same, no one will ever find out about what I do to her. I've put in special care to never let a single hint drop anywhere, and I've been extra paranoid tely.
It makes me look forward to the end of the day even more. Just what should I do to her today? I was honestly a bit too excited. My finger was tapping like crazy when I eventually began to eat lunch with my friends. Luckily, I had practiced smiling enough to where I could keep up at least some kind of face for them. Everyone at school says I'm so kind, that I'm so reliable. And, of course, that's all true. That's exactly the image I've strived for.
That's exactly why being with Naomi is so nice. I can truly be myself when alone with her, doing whatever I like. she'll always agree, too, no matter how disgusting or embarrassing it may be. I've yet to reach the ultimate limit for how far I can push her, though, and I've started to become curious on what that'd be. She seemed pretty embarrassed by that kiss yesterday, but it was kinda boring, even if it was new. Making her vomit has always been a favourite, seeing that completely broken expression is wonderful... But, two days in a row is pushing her, so I'd hold off on that. I don't wanna make a mess today, either, seeing how it was such a pain to clean up yesterday. Maybe some pain...? I kinda want to hit her, leave some marks on her body... But, when I'm this excited, I'm not sure if that'll really suffice.
Then, what else could I do? I've been wanting to put a colr and leash on her for a while, maybe make her eat out of a dog bowl, but I haven't ordered that stuff yet. I'd save that idea for the break. She's scared of spiders, right? Maybe I should make her eat one... Ah, but I'm not sure if I could find one just walking around. I'd have to order some dead ones then.
I don't really want to do anything sexual to her. I'm starting to think she may be a lesbian or something, so she might just enjoy that... and seeing how my body was still developing, and she was practically fully grown, it'd be kinda annoying seeing the differences. Not only is she much taller than me, she's far more noticeable in the... chest region... Ugh, it wasn't fair. If mine got bigger though, they'd probably get in the way. Plus, I'd have to buy new bras... Maybe it wasn't all that bad, and it's not like I really cared about them in the first pce. Mieko seems to care about it, though. She's always wearing pushup bras; it must get uncomfortable, right?
"Hey, Ai. You still alive?"
Again, my endless thoughts were cut off short. This time by Nana, her perpetually half closed eyes looking right at me as her short hair fell a bit forward, seeing how she was leaning a bit close. I must have zoned out way longer than I thought if she cared enough to say something.
"Oh, I..." I paused, taking a moment to get my bearings. "Sorry, I've been getting distracted tely... My head's all fuzzy, haha..." Nonchantly py it off, then they wouldn't ask questions. Better yet, paint yourself as a victim of a cruel fate.
"Huh?" Mieko curiously cocked her head, the rge pink bow atop her head shaking slightly. There was a look of genuine concern on her face, showing just how easy this all was. "Do you think you're coming down with a cold...?"
Miyu seemingly couldn't help but include herself in the conversation, "Right before break starts... that'd suck."
"No, I think I'm fine. I–" I stopped myself. I was going to say maybe I was pushing myself too far with the finals, but no. School had to be effortless for me, I couldn't struggle. "I'm just a bit tired. I didn't sleep much st night..."
"Really? Your makeup is good, I don't see any bags." Mieko added.
"Ah, I don't wear any, actually," I replied naturally. "It irritates my skin, honestly..."
It didn't, and I wear it sometimes. If I ever get a pimple or something, I'll apply foundation and concealer. Admittedly, it's not actually much, and a decent skin routine practically guarantees my skin glows, apart from a few unfortunate occasions.
"Ehh? Really? Man, I wish my skin was as good as yours..." Miyu sighed, though hardly making eye contact as she fiddled with her lip piercing. If it was Naomi, I probably would have gotten the desire to rip it out or something, but no. Everyone else was just... boring.
Aah... Naomi... I hope I'll get to see her a lot during the summer. I'll go over to her house, too, so we'll be able to do more stuff together... I've saved up quite a bit from my part time job, so I'll be able to buy all sorts of things I've wanted to use on her... I think tying her up with ropes would be fun, or buying a webcam and having her do one of those weird live streams people do for money. I'd have to get her an outfit for that, too...
Ah, or I could choke her, watching her squirm and struggle to breathe... God, it's the best. The more she panicked, the more tight I always made my grip. I love that horrified expression on her face when she starts to think I won't stop, when she thinks she's going to die... The relief she feels when I loosen my grip, the fear as I squeeze around her throat one final time... I love it, the raw emotion in her, the way she cries.
"Okay, you're totally out of it, Ai." I flinched as, once more, Nana spoke, "What're you even smiling about?"
"Huh?" I gently pushed my fingers against my cheeks, feeling my widened smile upon doing so. "Oh, um– I wasn't... er..." I couldn't bring a proper word to my mouth, as much as I tried to. Still, I quickly stopped smiling, feeling my face forcibly turn into a more neutral expression.
"Hehe, you get a Boyfriend or something, Ai?" Miyu, to my displeasure, questioned me, and I very suddenly felt like I was under investigation. It was awful, how my heart immediately tensed at the prospect, and my instincts took control and forced a proper answer out.
"What? No, no, of course not!" I internally wanted to throw up upon hearing my own, rather loud and nervous voice, a sound I didn't think could come out of me like that.
She gave a curious look. "Jeez, I was just joking, Ai.”
Right, I just pyed myself for a fool, didn't I? Ugh, stupid Miyu. Stupid, stupid Miyu. You made me look suspicious, ugh! She looked smug right now, didn't she? What, do you think you're cool for making me seem like I have nothing better to do other than go on dates with some guy? No, actually, shut up! How would you even feel getting interrogated about your private life? Not every girl is obsessed with boys like you, Miyu!
This sucks. I wanna bite Naomi.
"R-right..." Was all I could let out.
Nana seemed to be a bit interested in the conversation now, staring me down in a way I despised. "Now I'm curious. Who is it?"
"Again, I'm not in a retionship..." I sighed without even making an attempt to, but... as much as I hated it, the question was brought to my attention. "... But, what do you even do with a person you're in a retionship with? I just never got the concept..."
"Aww, you're way too cute, Ai!" Miyu giggled, pushing her hair a bit behind her ear. I had to pull my fingers in, making a fist, in order to not attempt to harm her in some way. "I guess~, you spend time with them, do special things with them you wouldn't with others, you know? I dunno, they just make you feel comforted and important! It's all the better since you have feelings for each other! Why? Are you interested in someone?"
Hm. Spend time with them... Yes, I spend a lot of time with Naomi, I wish I could spend all my time with her. I do special things with her, too... And I suppose she does make me feel comforted at times, and that I'm important... more than anything to her. I don't really have any 'feelings' for her, though. Certainly not romantic, at least. 4/5, though...
"I guess I have someone like that, then..."
Miyu's eyes widened, and I think the other two seemed a bit surprised as well. "W-wait, hold on– What do you mean 'you guess?!'"
It's absolutely delightful seeing people so involved in what happens in my life.
"I can have a few secrets, right?" I let my trained, cute smile return to my face, tilting my head just a bit to add to the vibe. Perfect. I love how it makes people swoon at me, even my friends. Perhaps especially my friends.
"Aah, but now I wanna know!" Miyu practically whined, still pyful, of course.
The conversation slowly died out, but I couldn't help but notice how Nana's expression was a bit different than the other two. It was hard to pinpoint just what it was, but it didn't go as far as simple curiosity, and she didn't have a smirk on her face as usual.
I didn't think much of it at the time.
–
Most days, the Student Council room was the best pce for me and Naomi to use, especially now on the st day. There wasn't any work left for the rest of the council to do, so it'd be just us.
Finally, I looked forward to this all day... I can't wait a second more, thus, I pce my hand on the knob in a haste, twisting it and pushing it open. I don't expect her to be inside the room, however, as this is an exe-
... Ugh. What was she even doing?
Not expecting me to enter, Naomi was bent over her desk, and to my growing dissatisfaction, she seemed to be reading a book. Quickly, she looked over the moment the sound appeared from my direction. The moment she recognized who it was, her typically serious eyes immediately softened, giving a strange sort of emotion to her, like relief. One that I did not appreciate.
Closing the door behind me, and locking it, I looked back to her as she nervously tucked her book away, only for me to walk forward and grip it tightly, pulling it away from her. Her previously tender look twisted itself into panic.
She was already beginning to stumble over her words. "Ai-chan, um, I-I, that's–" She tried to reach for it, but stopped herself as I looked at it.
Hm, it looked to be a manga of some sorts. From a single gnce, it was evident that it was a romance title, but upon the cover were two girls. Not too surprising considering her track record... Still, it made me curious, I never read any Yuri stories. It wasn't even remotely an interest for me, really.
Either way, I began to flip through the pages, skimming the contents. It seemed pretty boring, I never liked romance stories in the first pce. She seemed to be growing more and more nervous, however, stuttering out a few useless objections. How annoying, can't I read in peace? Seriously, what was I even gonna find that was so bad–
Oh. That's... quite explicit. That made my already present smile even wider. I thought this would be just some cute and harmless story about love, but no. Just a few pages in and this girl is sucking on another's breasts... Haah, what was even the point of that? Not like anything would come out. It was kinda funny.
I finally looked back to Naomi, not trying to stifle my smile even a bit. "Reading this kinda smut with the door unlocked? Ha... I wonder what people would think if they knew the dutiful Student Council president did this in her free time... And in school. How embarrassing."
Ah... that face. It's perfect. So cute...
"I-I– I just... thought..." She couldn't even finish one sentence.
I nonchantly stuffed the book in my bag, not even bothering to tuck it away in an organized manner. "I wanna read it. I'll give it back next time we see each other." Not that she'd care if I kept it forever.
"... Okay." I didn't even need to convince her... So obedient.
"But," I added. "You've gotta be more careful about that kinda thing, okay? I don't want any rumours spreading about you. If word got out you were looking at stuff like that, yikes..."
Her head went down, and she started chewing on her lip. My words really got to her, it seems. She knew just how bad that would be, just like me. Reputation was everything, after all. "I know, I... I-I'm sorry..."
That pitiful response was magical. I could get addicted to this, and maybe I already did. I wanted to ruin her some more, and I knew just the thing. An idea that came to me all of a sudden, as most of my genius ideas do. A complete stroke of inspiration, and a rather cruel one at that, too. Simply from how stupid she made herself look.
"Hey, hey... Naomi-chan," I paused, sitting myself on the desk beside her, kicking my feet a bit. "Come here. Stand in front of me."
She obliged, taking a few steps forward. She looked nervous. I couldn't stop smiling at that.
I scanned her a bit, looking up and down. The uniform was pretty different than what was in that manga, huh... maybe a slight alteration was in order before anything else. Thus, I moved my hands to her hips, raising her skirt a few inches. Immediately, she stammered something, though never finished. As my hands slid higher and higher, she quickly stopped her senseless struggling.
She averted her gaze, but I was already done. It wasn't quite the length of a miniskirt, but still quite a bit higher now. There, she looked more like that character now.
"Wanna recreate a scene I saw in that thing? Since you're into that kind of stuff, right?" I asked, tracing my finger along the hem of her skirt.
Her mouth fell agape for a moment as she looked at me in surprise, a short whisper making its way out. "... Huh?"
"Come on, it'll be fun." Before she could make up her mind, I decided to do the work for her, grabbing her sleeve and pushing her body down towards me with a bit of force. It made her legs bend in an awkward and surely uncomfortable fashion, and she even seemed to wince before readjusting herself.
She had to put her arms to either side of me to keep herself up, all as her bottom lip quivered and her chest heaved. Her whole posture made her seem nervous, pitiful, utterly pathetic. The scene in front of me was a true work of art, one which I couldn't help but take a bit of a moment to enjoy.
"W... what scene...?" And as always, she went along with what I wanted.
I looked back to my back for a moment, grabbing the book once more to flip to what I saw before. Once I found it, I grinned as I flipped it over to show her. Just like I thought, she was red up to her ears in no time at all. It seemed like she desperately wanted to tear her eyes away, yet was unable to truly do so.
"So, just do what the girl on top is doing in the middle panel."
"Y-you want me to– you want– But... Can I even–" She kept looking at me, then to the book, to my chest... Like a dog waiting for its owner to answer. She was so cute.
"Stop being so dumb," Though, I loved when she was like this. "Here, I'll even take off my shirt for you..."
"B-but..."
Without giving her time to even make another sound, I began to unbutton my blouse. Her eyes naturally fluttered away, though I saw how she couldn't help but look back. Like a moth to a fme, or... a Naomi to breasts? In her eyes wasn’t an innocent curiosity, but something that was a bit... more. Something I didn't really see a lot, especially from her, but... it wasn't that cute, honestly. The obvious embarrassment on her face was great, but that other thing kinda took away from it. I hoped it would disappear soon.
"I don't want to take off my bra, so just push it out of the way." I ordered. "And just... do what the character was doing." It was straightforward, right?
Without a word, though a moment of hesitation, she moved her hands to my waist, just below where the bck fabric began. Gently, she wrapped her fingers into the hem, slowly beginning to tug it down. I paid close attention to her each action, especially happy with seeing her in such a nervous panic like this. Whenever I made the slightest movements, she would tense up and avoid eye contact. It was a lot better than usual, even better than I had expected.
Eventually, the left side was almost entirely dropped, exposing me. Maybe if we were in reversed positions, Naomi would be ashamed or nervous to be on dispy, but I really didn't care.
She began to stand there aimlessly, however, which made me a bit ticked off. "Come on... You were reading about this kinda thing, so you wanted to do it, right?" No answer. "... I'll bite you if you don't do it."
No more hesitation after those words, or, at least, a lot less. She awkwardly leaned her head down, noticeably gulping as she did. She stopped again, but I quickly grew impatient. Thus, I grabbed onto the back of her head, giving it a light tug, pcing her in the middle of my chest. She made a small squeak before going still once more, shuddering. I may have been patient, but even I had my limits. Seeing her all flustered and scared like this *did* feel good, but I started to want her to get even worse. I wanted to make her suffer.
She eventually moved once more upon taking a particurly deep breath. I felt it hit me as she exhaled, her head finally shifting as her lip grazed me for a moment. It wasn't exactly what I wanted, not like the image, but it was progress. I tightened my grasp, just a bit, though rexed a moment after.
Finally, after what felt like hours, I felt her lips hit the most sensitive part. My heart began beating a little faster at that, and I instinctively closed my eyes for a moment. Then, she began to suck...
Ah, this really didn't feel like much at all, huh. It was kinda boring, all things considered. It just felt weird. The warmth and wetness of her mouth just made things a bit... tight? But not pleasurable. I guess that's not what I was hoping for in the first pce, but it was still disappointing. I tried to pay more attention and pick up on anything good, but it really just wasn't working.
The character that this was happening to looked like it was the most amazing thing in the world. Face flushed red, mouth agape and eyes wide... I don't get it. Yeah, I guess they py it up, but mischaracterizing it by this degree...? I wanted to stop, but I wanted to see how far she was willing to take it. Should I be faking some moans or something? That seems like it'd be a pain. I know it'd make her more flustered, but I don't want to think about it. It was awkward enough and already humiliating for her.
Growing restless, and starting to get pissed, I began to chew on my lower lip. Just how long were we doing this? Even worse, it felt like Naomi was somehow getting into the pace of this, like she was used to it. That made me angry. She wasn't supposed to be enjoying this, no way. She was just supposed to struggle and cry and beg and suffer. What a waste, at least this was gonna end soon anyway.
When I felt she was doing this for a bit too long, however, I pulled her away. Her saliva was still lingering, and I was sure if I ever read these kinds of stories that I'd love it, but no. It was mostly just cold, disgusting and wet. The complete opposite of me.
She looked up to me... What was that expression supposed to be? Happy...? Her face flushed, eyes wide, mouth agape. Her gaze was expectant, not caring one bit about the fact I had wrenched her away. Was she expecting me to let her continue? That's absolutely disgusting. Stop... looking at me like that. I hate it.
"A-Ai-chan..." She quietly murmured out, her shoulders rising and falling as she practically panted. All as that dreaded 'lustful' gaze ate into me.
I hated this.
Before I could deal with it for even a moment more, I moved to lean into her neck, quickly sinking my teeth into it. She cried out in response, an absolutely adorable yelp. And just like that, that horrible expression from before was forgotten. She was just as I wanted her to be, face quivering, eyes tearing up, breathing uneasily, the entire bit.
And, I bit harder, much harder, and sunk my teeth as deep as possible. It drew even more sobs of pain from her. "That– O-ow... it hurts... nnn..." She whined, twisting her neck a bit.
The way she squirmed was perfect, but even still, it made this harder. So, I ordered, "Stay still," and pulled myself even closer. She tried to oblige, of course, her feet wobbling a bit.
She let out more and more pathetic sounds, "Hhh– Ah... Aaah, hah... Aii... Ai-chan..."
When my teeth began to get sore, I released her. Thus, I could finally get a look at my work, beautiful indentations upon her skin. The parts around where my incisors dug in surely would bruise a wonderful purple, and, the best part, it'd surely stay for several days, if not weeks. I loved to see my work st, and with no one to question it, I could do as I pleased.
Her words only added to it, "Haah... Ai-chan... please, hahh... d-don't bite me so h-hard..." A desperate plea as she trembled, having backed away to the wall as if to support herself. "It's s-so... painful."
"Why? You like pain, don't you?" I tilted my head, adjusting myself to sit properly upon the desk.
Tears flowed. God, her crying was so captivating, like music to my ears.
"N-no, that's..." Her words trailed off as she slowly shook her head, looking down at the ground. "... C-can you... kiss it better?"
I couldn't help but chuckle, my smile widening. "You're such a child, Naomi-chan.” I swung my legs a bit, standing up and approaching her. Upon reaching her, I put my arms around her backs, holding her close as I pnted a quick peck upon the recently created mark. "Feel better?"
She nodded a tad, "Mm..."
Suddenly, I was overflowing with energy. Her little reply was so adorable, I couldn't help but want to hurt her more. Aah, I want to bite her all over, but no, I shouldn't push her too far. And, it's better to enjoy things in moderation, right? If I tried to consume her all at once, she'd become boring again, or something. Like any candy, even one so decadent, Naomi had to be savored. Perhaps I could try and do some more pying with pain tomorrow, then.
But, as for now, I'm not sure what to do. I was going to replicate another scene, but now... I don't really think I want to. I could make her cry, but I'm not really in the mood.
Whatever, I'd just tease her, then. I delicately got her to sit down on the floor with me, leaning my head on her shoulder as I fixed my bra and buttoned up my shirt. Her relieved reaction was a bit funny, but that quickly changed as I pced my hand on her thigh, a bit below where her skirt now sat. Immediately, she noticed what I was doing, beginning to lose her nerves. She couldn't speak, though. She never could when we were like this.
"Can I go to your house tomorrow?" I asked calmly, partly distracting her as I stroked her thigh up and down. I didn't put much thought into it, just doing whatever would make her shiver.
She twinged each time I went up. "Yeah... I'll, um... be free pretty much every day, so..." Though, she began to get much, much less responsive than previously, solely focusing on what I was doing to her.
"I'm gd," I let out a swift sigh, closing my eyes. "My days just aren't good at all without you, Naomi-chan..." It was... an understatement, really. Whenever I thought about her, when I knew she was waiting for me... It made me feel... happy, a way that wasn't anything I ever felt otherwise. She made me feel this great contentment, and it made sense. She was the only one I could let out my act with, the only one who I could do such... special things with. "I hope we can see each other every day during the break."
"Me too..." From the corner of my eye, I saw her smile. She really was enraptured by me, huh? "I missed you a lot tely. I-It made me so happy to know you care about seeing me..."
I couldn't help but giggle in response, "Of course I do. You're important to me..."
"You're important to me, too."
I readjusted myself while she was in the middle of her sentence, looking down at her. She just continued to smile at me, and though I preferred her pained expression, Naomi's natural cuteness even made seeing her happy enjoyable at times.
I kinda wanted to kiss her then. Not because I wanted to feel the sensation again, or anything, it was rather bnd, but to see that dumbfounded expression on her face once more. Ah, but I didn't want to make it a habit or something, so maybe not...
Instead, I rested my head upon her p, stretching myself out with a lengthy yawn. Maybe I was being a bit childish myself, but I deserved that much. It was hard to put up with all the annoyances in my life, but being with Naomi helped me ignore them, just focusing on her. I felt a very particur safety with her, and her p was exceptionally comfortable.
"U-um," She began to speak, "Are you going to fall asleep, Ai-chan...?"
"Mmn, probably..."
Her thighs were truly nice, squishy, if a bit more muscur than I had anticipated. That made sense, she stayed pretty active even with all her duties as a Student Council President. Plus, she always stood out pying sports, exceptionally talented. I myself put a lot of work into that sort of thing, but I could never accomplish as much as her. How ridiculous. No matter how hard I tried, I'd always be bested by Naomi, whether it be academics or sports. At the very least, I was always above her when it came to social skills... Just to cheer myself up a bit.
I wasn't really tired, though. In fact, I was energized after biting her... so much so that I wanted to...
"A-Ai-chan?" She quietly murmured. "That... tickles..."
I guess that's an alright response to me nibbling at her thigh, through the fabric of her stockings. I never really understood why she felt the need to wear something under her skirt year round, even when the heat was scorching like this. Not like it was part of the summer uniform, that'd suck. The fabric didn't taste wonderful, I'd rather it be her skin.
"I'm hungry... so I'm trying to eat you, Naomi-chan." I stopped for a moment to speak against her legs, a smug and confident grin on my face as I looked up to her.
Again, the cute flustered expression was back. She looked all around the room, clearly unsure of what to do with herself. "I-I... um, I don't think you can eat me... I don't think I'd taste good, either..."
"You won't know that unless you let me taste you..."
That seemed to get something out of her, her eyes widening and her cheeks, which were previously rosy, immediately becoming the color of a tomato. "Y-you... I..." She stammered a few times, unable to get a single word out of her head to voice.
"But, considering the time... That'll have to wait until tomorrow."