Chapter 10: All right! Fine! I will take you! - Chapter 9.5 – Iroha, Kunoichi of Love
The duty of a kunoichi is to watch over her Lord from the shadows, always ready to intervene when needed. This is the only reason for me to be hiding on the rafters of the Hikigaya household as my Lord undergoes the thorough, harsh negotiations of the peace treaty with the wayward Hiratsuka clan.
"Ah! Hikigaya-dono, I can't—it's too muuuuch!"
Yes. The only reason indeed.
What? Are you insinuating I am observing my Lord from afar like a lovestruck child following after her first crush only to end up deriving some sort of perverse pleasure out of watching him defile another woman? That is impossible. I am afraid I will have to deny those claims, as they are only the misguided misrepresentation of the pure, unblemished love one should always foster for their liege, nothing more and nothing less.
Impossible, I tell you.
Currently, I am making extensive use of my arts to disguise my presence so that my Lord's work goes unimpeded by the feeling of being observed. My ki is tightly gathered around me, not a hint of intent leaking to his no doubt superbly developed perception. After all, he himself underwent ninja training from a young age, as attested by his supernatural stealth skills.
"What are you—this posture won't—[hmmmm!"]
Among other things.
So, it is only due to my dutybound loyalty that I am peeking down on him as he pulls up the lewd woman by her ankles, her whole weight resting on her shoulders pressing down on the tatami, as my Lord plunges his cock in and out of her with careless passion by flexing his powerful legs up and down as he almost literally plows the woman insensate. The Hiratsuka daimyou's face is a mess, lust clearly having made her take leave of her senses as her jaw hangs open and her eyes roll back. I would be afraid she would spot me whenever her gaze drifts to the tall ceiling, but she clearly isn't in any condition to recognize me.
The fact all of this is on my behalf, that my Lord would just decide to breed the Hiratsuka senseless rather than sacrifice his loyal retainer…
Fine, I admit I [may] also be observing due to something besides duty. As my hands mimic Hikigaya's motions over my body, as I slid open my sleeveless kimono and free my breasts from their bindings just to pinch my nipple with the exact amount of roughness and strength he would employ—I mean, that he is unleashing on our soon to be ally… Maybe this is all to understand him better?
Yes, that sounds like a good excuse—I mean, reason. A good vassal should anticipate her Lord's every desire, so understanding him is of the foremost importance. That's it, this is nothing more than an extension of my duty.
Down below, Hikigaya-dono roars his release as he takes his splendid member out of its meaty sheath, only to unleash his seed in powerful jets all over the Hiratsuka. The woman's skin is painted white by now, some rivulets already dried and flaking off from when their meeting began, almost two hours ago. Truly, my Lord's stamina is amazing (and he says he still wants to train it more?! How am I supposed to handle that?!).
I wonder how it would feel to have his rod plunging in and out of me so roughly, as he fucks me hard enough to make me change my mind like that, to make me agree to anything he demands of me as long as the overwhelming barrage of pleasure continues rushing in and out of my body…
Fingers. Yes. A poor approximation of the real thing, indeed, but I have no better tool to emulate what the Hiratsuka must have gone through yester—right now. I am afraid to be so rough, but if I start gently…
I gather the moisture that's already leaked between my soft, silky thighs (slender—that is good, right? Not everybody likes meaty, voluptuous women) and use it to glide smoothly over my already erect and hard clit—[hmmm!]
Fu—I mean, obviously, this short lapse in concentration is not enough to reveal my presence, so I will just… bite my lip. Just in case.
Really, there's no need for it, it's a superfluous measure at best. But, as I grope my breasts with ever increasing force (how rough is he? The way he grasped me yesterday on the rooftop, as if he wouldn't let me back away from him…).
I am not panting lewdly. That is an important fact. Kunoichis are known to keep their poise under torture, after all.
So, when I finally plunge two fingers inside me while the memory of Hachi—Hikigaya-dono's unwavering gaze flashes through my mind, biting my lip proves to be, as expected, a completely superfluous precaution.
(Da—darn! That hurts! I almost drew blood!)
Right, maybe starting a bit slower, no matter how ready I am—I mean, no matter how rigorous my training—would be a better idea. The hand on my breast slackens its grasp, and I start lightly twirling and pulling on my stiff nipple while down below…
No, he would also start gently, wouldn't he? Yes, for all his intensity, for all his roughness and willingness to push ahead no matter what, Senpai is also the same kind man who would always take my bags from me, no matter how unnecessary, and carry them to—
Uh… Too real! Too real! Abort!
Yes, loyal kunoichi spying on her Lord. Take two. Ahem.
I slide my fingers in and out slowly and carefully, feeling my insides pulling at them whenever I leave behind this slight, aching void, that would be so pleasantly filled with—Uh. By my Lord. Yes.
After all, that should also be one of my duties, right? To provide for his needs after he has discarded the women that can't put up with the full extent of his vigor (and who the Hell even thinks [two hours is not enough stamina! Aaaaah!).]
Deep breaths. To gather the ki and avoid leaking out intent. Yes. It is of paramount importance that I not be discovered while spying—watching over my liege. My liege, who should still be plowing the Hiratsuka senseless with that magnificent member I only caught from that awkward angle, but that looked thick enough that two fingers are definitely not enough preparation and I am panicking again aaaaaaaaah!
"Your control is lacking, Iroha."
Uh?
The face of my liege is right above mine, his body surrounding me and holding me captive atop these rafters while my fingers keep thrusting in and out of my body until he raises an eyebrow and I stop right in the middle of my motion (and that's not a cute yelp I let out! Not without it being on purpose!).
"You have been broadcasting your intent for quite a while now, you know? It was quite distracting to finish off Shizu while you kept lusting so loudly after me."
"I wasn't loud!"
"And that's the only point of contention?"
"Uh, I mean, I clearly am only fulfilling my duties as a loyal vassal and watching over my liege while he goes about his day. Reading too much into this kind of thing is one of the reasons you are so unpopular, Senpa—Lord Hikigaya."
And he looks at me with that slight smirk that lets me know he can see right through me and any façade I care to put up, but that's no reason to stop trying, not when I am sure I can keep upping my game. You think you have seen the foxy, cunning side of me? You have seen nothing yet, Senpai!
"Well, if fulfilling your duty is the only thing on your mind, I'm sure you won't mind this then."
And he shuffles up and sits down just over my chest, and now I am looking straight at—
Eh? [Eh?!]
"Take a good look. Isn't this what you've been trying to watch for the past two hours?"
And I do. It's… veiny. Thick. Dark. It waves right over my face, scant centimeters away from my nose, and I can remember that scent that seemed to fill the top of the stairs as Ms. Hiratsuka frantically gulped down everything he had to give her. I have read that it is thick, hard to swallow, sticky, but I am still curious about whether I could manage to wrap my lips around his round head and twirl my tongue as he keeps shooting everything inside me, taking in each drop of his cum as soon as it leaves a trace of its taste on my tongue…
Uh, I think my fingers… Ah… Oh, that feels, that feels…
I could cum right now, just plunging my fingers in and out of me as I picture Senpai's hard cock throbbing right in front of me…
I [could.] But… I can't.
Cursing myself once again, I send my silent apologies to Lord Hikigaya for my abrupt departure and rummage through my bag in search of the accursed item.
My phone.
Because, apparently, I can no longer orgasm if I am not looking at a certain video. And that's just such bullshit that Senpai better take responsibility for it.
Not like that!
Or, well, I mean, [maybe] a little like that…
So, I make sure the phone is silent, because the last thing I need is to be caught masturbating to amateur porn in the school's toilets, before I start playing on loop the video of Senpai fucking Ms. Hiratsuka's mouth (or Ms. Hiratsuka eagerly devouring Senpai's cock, it is a matter of perspective). Again, just seeing his face contort in undisguised pleasure, showing so much of himself that he usually keeps hidden away, makes the low purring of my arousal [roar.]
Each movement of his pelvis, each twitch from Hiratsuka's body as she takes pleasure in servicing him and plunges her eager fingers inside herself just like I am doing right now, takes me that much closer to the end goal. I don't even know how many times I masturbated to this yesterday, but it was enough to test that, at the moment, nothing else will do the trick.
I mean, it's… quite likely that having a closer seat will lessen the impact, that I will just replace fantasy with memory, but…
Oh gods, I have asked him to—to—
Why does that make me hornier!
I have asked Senpai to set up sex lessons for me! To let me watch as he plays with Ms. Hiratsuka's body until she drops from exhaustion! And he's made her say yes by fucking her so hard his whole body is sore!
Aaaaaahhhhh!
Righ, priorities, Iroha: first, we are going to cum our brains out while jilling ourselves silly to the accursed video that seems to be holding our orgasms hostage. [Then], and only then, we can go back to internally freaking the fuck out!
This is the worst time to be thinking of the 'why not both?' meme…
I mean, my heart is already thundering in my chest (not on Yui's level, but at least I have Yukino beaten), my face feels like it's about to burst in flames, and sweat is dripping down my cleavage. And my thighs… let's just say that's [not] sweat.
And… and what's in the middle of my thighs… my pussy…
Hmm… it feels so [fucking good.]
So I just look at the video of Senpai discovering me watching him, at the way he looks at me with panic before he decides to accept my presence, at the way he looked at me with that raw sense of pleasure and desire that was at that moment not directed at the woman servicing him between his legs—
My fingers accelerate, not as rough as he will end up being, not as gentle as he will start with—
My eyes lose focus as moisture gathers in them at the surge of sensation, and I bite my lip once again in anticipation of the building—
['Study session at Shizu's place after school. I will send you the address.']
And I almost cum at a stupid message notification on my screen!
Ah! What do I do?! I am so close!
Right, just a short answer should be fine. Wait, that means he—
Oh gods, he's just telling me where to go to see him fuck Ms. Hiratsuka's brains out! That is so fucking hot!
Just… Just answer the phone, Iroha, just write a short answer, you don't even need to stop to tell him—
['Al7l rigHt']
I am about to add 'Senpai,' when I remember him clutching my chin, keeping me rooted to the spot with the sheer intensity of his gaze as he stared straight into my eyes and said:
["Call me Hachi."]
And I cum.
I can't help it! I just can't! I already was on the edge, and the sheer perversity of answering him while my fingers were buried deep inside my pussy is just—!
Ah! Aaaaah!
Ow! I almost bit through my lip!
All right, deep breaths, that was a big one, but—wait.
I dropped the phone and—fuck, I just sent him garbled nonsense.
['I will be there. Sorry. Dropped phone.']
Maybe I should send a longer reply, but: 1) I am still getting little shakes all over my body, because that [was intense], and 2) [what the Hell should I reply to that?!]
I am basically agreeing to meet him for sex! At Ms. Hiratsuka's place, no less!
I don't have a clue how to act about this! How do you even appear cute and cunning to someone who is getting his cock lovingly sucked by another woman?
Right, calm down, I will just…
And my gaze falls back to my phone, where the video app has once again looped to Hachiman's face contorting with unbidden pleasure as his teacher shows him what an oral exam with her will be like from now on.
…
Right, getting left behind is not an option.
I wipe myself down with as much toilet paper as it takes, fix my clothes back (and I am glad I completely took out my panties before I started this whole play, because damn, I don't think I have ever leaked that much in my life) and my hair, and switch my phone to the selfie cam.
All right, Iroha, you have this.
So, slightly tilt your head to the right and down, look at him from behind your long eyelashes and slightly drag your lower lip open with the very tip of your finger (that still tastes like—[never mind!)]… Lidded eyes, slowly blink twice to maximize the impact, and now…
"What? Hachi, are you telling me to let you shoot all of your cum over my innocent, cute face? To let you jerk your thick cock right above my lips so I can smell your manly scent just before you erupt in uncontrollable pleasure? To let you spend every last drop of your seed over my fair skin, to let you mark me with your taste, your smell, your everything? That is impossible! I can't do that! Well… not unless you grab my hair and leave me no choice, of course."
Perfect. That should have him cumming without even touching him.
Now to practice till I can say it without dying of embarrassment.
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