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When Master Byakuya turned to her and instructed her to be at his door as soon as the announcement of the nighttime transmitted, Toko had to pinch herself to be sure it wasn't one of her delusions. He looked at her with annoyance as if he couldn't believe what he had done.
Toko didn't let him regret his action, she just said a loud “Yes, Master!” and ran to her room. For the first time in a very long time she swallowed her self-hatred and took a boiling hot shower. She scrubbed every inch of her body and dressed in the cleanest pair of clothes she could find. And waited. The time seemed to pass even slower than usual. Her unrest didn't allow her to relax. She didn't really know what time it was, or how much time she would need to wait. So she took her favorite romance and flipped to her favorite bits, especially the erotic scenes.
Deep down, Toko knew that she was likely to be very disappointed. However, at the same time, there was no way she could help herself.
When the nighttime announcement rolled she stood instantly. By the ajar door she waited as the corridor emptied. When seemingly everyone was settled, Toko tiptoed to Byakuya’s door, just across her own room. Her mind was beyond worked up. By the time she rang his bell, something she soon would realize was drool started to run by the side of her mouth.
Byakuya didn't leave her waiting. Soon she was inside his room and everything screamed regal and ‘out of your league’. But all she cared about was him, whom took his glasses off and placed them in a stand with ten other identical glasses.
Besides her own excitement, she remained glued by the door, not really sure of what she was allowed to do.
“Come here,” he commanded. “I am going to ask it only once. You stand by this unfounded talk of love you keep on running your mouth about, don’t you?”
“Yes, Master Byakuya! Absolutely! My love for you knows-…” she intended to profess her feelings once more but he interrupted her speech with his harsh tone.
“Shut up. Just answer me with yes or no.”
“Yes, Master!” she smiled and he sighed.
“You must be wondering why I called you…”
Although she had more than a thousand fantasies of what could possibly happen, Toko didn't really wonder why. Her delusions never turned into reality no matter how much she wished they would. All she realistically wondered was for how long she would be blessed with talking to him without causing any upset or disgust.
“Yes, Master.” she answered what she thought he wanted to hear.
He circled her. Something about his usual hard demeanor seemed almost unsure. Frightened even.
“Please sit on the bed and close your eyes.” His voice was still demanding and righteous as it always was, but Toko felt something unusual. Something she couldn't really pinpoint what it was…
Trembling with anxiety she obeyed. The soft covers of the bed crumpled between her bony fingers. She looked at Byakuya expectantly. He was silent. Her eyes closed as her body shook in a mix of fear and arousement. Still in her defenseless state,Toko felt the discreet ways the mattress shifted under her body, the subtle noises that escaped his nose as he sat by her side.
She knew it was coming, but it still took her by surprise when his hands rested against her cheek - pulling her face along, - and his lips touched her own.
The noise that left her was downright indecent. Her eyes flew open, darting everywhere. His eyes. His mouth. His body, so close to her. The traces of his lips quivering.
“If you find it unacceptable you may leave,” he declared, his voice low.
“I-I would n-never!” She responded, unable to contain her glee. She wanted more. This was something she fantasized for so long. And she wanted it. She wanted to. She felt desired.
She initiated the kiss this time. Voraciously. Kissing like that - a kiss of pure, unabashed longing - felt like a bruise. His lips were so firm and soft. She wished to ravish him whole. Her hands moved from his arms, to his back, to his neck, to his cheek, to his forehead. Toko soon lost herself in him. Her lips moved in tandem with his. Their noses rubbing slightly. Her glasses were a testimony of the union of their skin.
And she still wanted more.
Byakuya parted his lips and she felt the warm touch of his tongue.
In her imagination, Byakuya was always a king. Controlling her with a stoic facade. And yet… Reality wasn't like that at all. Toko was by all means leading the kiss. While her hands roamed his body, his hands remained by her waist. His eyelids squeezed in stupor. Tender sighs and almost imperceptible moans left his mouth. If she didn't know who he was, she would think he was completely inexperienced.
Her tongue crossed the interior of his mouth as if hungry. She was famished indeed.
She wasn't sure what would be his hard-nos. So Toko pressed on and climbed him. Pressing her own chest against his. Grinding her own pelvis against his. She could feel his heartbeat against her skin. She expected him to stop her and put her in her place. He complied instead, pressing himself further.
Now he moaned a bit louder, which in turn fired her up even more.
Her fingers released his hair and soon found his nipple under his button down. Byakuya gasped and wiggled under her care. His mouth parted, his green eyes down to a lecherous gaze. She kept on assaulting his lips with open mouthed kisses.
Toko felt in heaven. Perhaps this would turn out to be her most realistic delusion yet. Maybe she really had died. Maybe she experienced death for a moment, but something pulled her back to reality.
She bit his lower lips, one hand open over his jaw, the other pitching his nipple, her clothed sex riding his groin. And she felt something. Something hard poking her. For a second she felt Syo fighting, trying to front, but she resisted the switching. If Syo frontend, she feared for Byakuya's safety, and feared for all the action she could possibly miss.
Her hand that was on his jaw moved down and groped his dick.
Byakuya jumped up, throwing Toko to the side, off of him entirely.
“Get out!” He demanded “And don't even think of telling the others what happened here!”
“What?!” She didn't understand. He seemed to really enjoy what she was doing. “H-Have I done something w-wrong?” Toko got to her feet.
“Just leave…,” he turned his face away from her, the sharp bite in his tongue absent. Yet, she saw the redness.
Toko went to the door. She was so high mere seconds ago, but now she felt completely deflated. She looked at him, flustered by the bed. Deep down she already expected to be disappointed.
That night, she didn't get a wink of sleep. The scenarios were swimming in her head like never before, and by the morning announcement, she had an entire new book written.
In the dining room hall, the others were already bundled up eating their breakfasts. Byakuya arrived late as always, but as soon as he laid his eyes on her, he turned around on his heels and left the room in a hurry.
Toko thought to herself that he surely hated her after all that.
Unfortunately for her, the others noticed his strange behavior as the days passed.
“What have you done to him, huh? Togami’s more of an outcast than usual…” Hiro interrogated her, a smile on his face.
“What's your problem?! If something happens, why does it have to be my fault?! Just because I'm ugly and stupid? Is that it?!” She snapped back. Hiro just laughed at her retort, which made her feel even worse. Somehow.
After three days of this dynamic, she rang Byakuya's door.
“What do you want?” Byakuya asked as he opened the door, as if expecting her.
“I want t-to apologize for upsetting y-you.”She pleaded. “P-Please forgive my foolishness. I promise it won't repeat!”
His face flushed lightly.
“Is that it? Your worry is unwarranted… But…” he thought to himself. “If you kept your promise and didn't blow our secret… I suppose we can try it again some other time.”
Her heart leaped, and Toko wished she could kiss him right there at that moment. But she controlled herself and felt glad that, for once, she was able to keep her big mouth shut.
Maybe in the future, he said. Until then, Toko was happy to wait.