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Sayaka places the rest of the bamboo skewers on the table. Itsuki continues grilling Kaede, Yumeko attempts to grope Mary, Ririka hesitates taking off her mask, Yumemi twirls her body around to show Saori a new dance move, Midari starts to strip right there in the hallway before Yuriko stops her… As strange as the events of tonight are, in a way, it’s not that unusual. The rest of the girls start making their way to the changing room for the second bath. She’s about to follow them herself, but feels a hand on her shoulder.
“Come with me.” A cool voice murmurs in her ear, quiet enough so that only she will hear it. A blush spreads across her face at the tingle of the President's breath on her ear. Long, slender fingers intertwine with her own as Kirari leads her by the hand down another hallway. Kirari stops in front of a sliding paper screen door and smiles at Sayaka over her shoulder.
“Don’t you think a bath of eight is a bit… crowded?” She says with a smirk. “Enjoy this with me.” She purrs as she opens the door to reveal a spacious changing area.
Sayaka’s blush hasn’t receded in the slightest. A bath with the President… Alone. She tries to hide it before under her usual guise of the stoic, logical secretary (or dealer, if need be), but she was hoping that she would draw the stick for the same bath as Kirari. The results were even better than she hoped for. The President has such creative ways of cheating. Kirari had obviously arranged this before starting the gamble. The bath was downright empty, reserved only for the two of them. The realization that Kirari had this planned makes Sayaka’s heart beat, stumble, and jump.
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"President... that's cheating," Sayaka gasps as Kirari snakes an arm around her waist.
"All's fair in love and war," Kirari reasons, shrugging her other shoulder.
"Besides, your body is for my eyes alone," The current of desire was unmistakable, but underneath that haze was something softer and far more tender. “Sayaka, let me love you,” Though it may have been the steam, Sayaka could swear she saw the President's cheeks tint.
"...Kirari," Sayaka says, letting her guard down since the other groups were too rowdy on the other side of the walls to pay attention to them.
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Sayaka's memory is a little hazy. If someone were to ask her how she got in this position, she wouldn't know where to start. Except she can clearly recall the sensation of the President's long dexterous fingers spreading her vaginal folds wider with the tips of her index and ring finger. Kirari's middle finger slipping easily inside of her dripping sex, hitting the spongy spot that made her cry out in bliss.
Sayaka's knees spread wider on the surface of the seat underneath the hot springs, her weight shifting onto Kirari's lap. Hugging Kirari's shoulders, Sayaka muffled her moans on the crook of Kirari's neck, careful not to be too loud since the others were on the other side of the wall.
A well timed thrust of Kirari's fingers changes that. Sayaka yelps, trying to still her bottom from bouncing on Kirari's fingers. But Kirari isn't having any of that tonight. She adds another finger and times her thrusts to Sayaka's undulating hips, smirking when Sayaka screams a pitch too high.
The stars are beautiful but nothing could compare to the woman in her arms, riding her fingers as if her very life depends on it.
"Kirari... mmm! I...!! AH-" Kirari interrupts Sayaka by inserting another finger. The younger woman’s grip on Kirari's shoulders tighten, her nails digging onto the surface of smooth flesh.
"Hm, what was that, my dear?" Kirari whispers right against the edge of Sayaka's ears, relishing the feeling of Sayaka’s nails at her back. Sayaka's walls sucking and pulling on her fingers is all too telling of the effect she has on her precious lover.
"I... AHH!!" Sayaka presses her lips against Kirari's neck hiding her face against platinum tresses.
This is so much fun.
Sayaka's warmth is like no other. The heat of the water warms her entire being, her hot skin blushing fiercely as Kirari's fingers plunges deep into her lover. The sound of the water melding in time with Sayaka's poorly restrained moans.
"At this rate, they'll definitely hear you..." Kirari giggles, raking her eyes up and down Sayaka's gorgeous body, fixated on the droplets of water that stream down her breasts. "Or perhaps, that's what you wanted? Sayaka~ "
"Ki--mmnn!!"Her chest flushes a lovely shade of rose. Her protests are cut by a harsh thrust into her sex that makes the water around them crash, while the steam from the hot spring begins to cloud the secretary's mind further.
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"Ara~? Did you guys just hear something?" Yumeko voices.
“With how loud those two are being over there, I’m surprised it’s taken you this long to realize,” Mary says sarcastically, pointing at Midari and Runa.
“Ah, you’re right, Mary-san. Silly me,” Yumeko says, waving off the comment. Then her eyes glances at the other side of the tall long boards and hides a smirk behind her hand.
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Sayaka’s mind is blanking out but her clit pulses with need. She can’t tell anything apart from Kirari and her teasing, deliciously long fingers. Her hips can barely keep up the motions but her libido keeps them moving. Another sharp twist and turn of Kirari’s fingers and Sayaka jolts in Kirari’s hold.
And as much as she loves the noises Sayaka makes, she doesn’t want anyone to come early and ruin their love making.
Gently tilting Sayaka’s head down, Kirari seals their lips in a kiss. Tenderly, she slows her fingers to a soft rhythm, thrusting centimeter by centimeter as she playfully bites Sayaka’s lips and sucks on the lower lip.
Sayaka lets out a low whimper, bucking her hips against Kirari’s finger. Her clit pulsing uncomfortably. She wants her lover to go faster, harder, spill her over, but alas, Kirari continues to move at that maddeningly slow pace.
Kirari giggles against Sayaka’s lips. Clearly enjoying her torment.
A few licks against her lips tickle her, but Kirari feels as though she’s done enough teasing. Without warning, she shoves all three of her fingers inside Sayaka’s vagina, pushing it all the way to her knuckles.
Sayaka chokes back a sob and presses her lips harder onto Kirari’s. It’s only with practice that she doesn’t thrash around and merely bucks her hips harder instead. Her sobs growing in pitch as Kirari’s rhythm of her thrusts gets faster. Every pound hitting deeper and harder against her pleasure spot.
Kirari is the first to break the kiss, her chest heaving as she sucks in precious oxygen. She watches every little crease and change on Sayaka’s face, tracing a tear with her eyes. Sayaka is adorable. Kirari leans in and licks the tear track away. Peppering kisses on the corner of Sayaka’s eye.
“You’re beautiful, Sayaka,” Kirari says, sincerity dripping with every ounce of honesty she has. Sayaka’s walls clamp down harder against Kirari’s fingers, trapping her lover’s digit inside. The younger woman’s back arches, muffling her moans by biting her lips.
Coming down from her high, Sayaka plops her head down on top of Kirari’s shoulder. On a whim, Sayaka brushes the bangs out of Kirari's eyes, pressing a tender kiss to the side of Kirari's forehead.
Kirari blinks. Not entirely unexpected as it was, Kirari is... delighted. These small affectionate gestures that Sayaka gives her from time to time.
Ah. There's that expression on Sayaka's face. The one where her face lights up, unguarded and beautiful.
And she's the only one Sayaka shows that face to.
Witnesses be damned, she’s marking Sayaka as hers . Letting the world know how much she loves this woman. Her Sayaka. And no one else’s.
Pulling her arm back, Kirari doesn’t hesitate to slam her fingers in again and jam them inside Sayaka’s vagina. Sayaka cries out, arching her back. It only takes five pumps of Kirari’s fingers before Sayaka comes again, moaning harshly, struggling to keep quiet and utterly failing. Her body done for the night, she slumps forward against Kirari, trusting her lover to support her weight.
“...you’re such a bully, Kirari.” Sayaka says quietly, tears glistening down her eyes. In complete contrast to her words, she tugs Kirari closer to her body despite the already humid temperature. Resting her forehead against Kirari’s neck.
“Would you love me any less if I said I wasn’t sorry?” Kirari hums, turning her head to whisper into Sayaka’s ears. A pause and Kirari kisses the shell of her lover’s ear. Sayaka gasps when Kirari pulls her fingers out, which soon turn into whimpers.
Sticking her fingers into her mouth, Kirari gleefully licks every drop of Sayaka’s liquor off her fingers. Sayaka bumps her nose against Kirari’s shoulder when Kirari starts letting out theatrical moans. Many times Sayaka wonders why she fell in love with this dramatic enigma. And then Kirari smiles, the one that crinkles her eyelids, full of merry delight and mischief and Sayaka thinks, Oh .
“No…” Sayaka admits with a rueful huff, pulling her lover closer before she questions her own sanity any longer.
Pulling her fingers out with a pop, Kirari laughs. “I love you, Sayaka,” Kirari says, looping her arms around Sayaka’s waist and hugs her tighter.
“I love you more,” Sayaka whispers.