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The human body could be completely illogical at times. It drove Sayaka mad.
Last night, she threw herself from a five story tower and her pulse barely changed. Now, the President - no, Kirari - had her hand on Sayaka’s thigh. If that gorgeous, slender, beautiful hand was even a centimeter higher Sayaka was sure she’d die from sudden heart failure. A heart attack. At this rate it might explode in her chest.
The biggest issue was that it was distracting her from Kirari. From their private, lovely morning together. Kirari invited her last night, saying ‘well, us strangers should get to know each other, right? I’ll bring some fresh pastries. We can discuss your responsibilities over breakfast’. Sayaka agreed instantly, of course. As promised, that morning Kirari came with a box of fresh pastries. Sayaka prepared tea, just how Kirari liked it. Discussing the responsibilities of her personal secretary, though, seemed to be low on Kirari’s list of priorities. They finished that discussion quickly, before Kirari pivoted into asking Sayaka all about herself.
At some point, Kirari’s hand had landed on Sayaka’s knee, interrupting her mid sentence. Kirari smiled at the hitch in Sayaka’s voice and the burning in her cheeks. That hand slowly moved up Sayaka’s skirt, where it remained. Even as the conversation settled into a comfortable silence. Or maybe it wasn’t a comfortable silence. Sayaka’s heart was beating so loud she couldn’t hear anything else.
The chime of the warning bell broke the spell. A ten minute warning.
“It’s nearly time for class, President.” Sayaka tried to keep the reluctance out of her voice. “We should depart.”
“Right as always,” Kirari said in a neutral tone, but her lips curved into a small frown before settling back into a neutral position. “Don’t worry yourself with cleanup, Sayaka. I’ll arrange for a housepet to clear everything.”
She turned to Sayaka, a small genuine smile on her face. It made Sayaka’s knees weak. This stupid, illogical body. Thankfully she was still sitting, so she didn’t fall over like an oaf.
“Thank you for indulging me this morning, Sayaka.”
“Of course, President!” Sayaka beamed.“Thank you for having me.”
Kirari’s thumb rubbed against Sayaka's skirt. “We’ll have to do this again. No work, just tea. Maybe once a week? What do you think, Sayaka?”
“That sounds beautiful.” It really did. A pause filled the room, Kirari did not move her hand. “We really must go, President.”
Kirari sighed and removed her hand, standing. “Always keeping me in line. I’d be lost without you, Sayaka.”
Sayaka flushed, standing as well. “You flatter me.”
They walked in silence through the halls. Most of them were empty near the student council room, as many non-athletic clubs didn’t meet in the morning (or knew well enough to leave before the President entered the halls), but as they got closer to classrooms the hallways began to fill. Everyone cleared out of the way for the two of them, until they reached the third year Flower class. Kirari slid the door open and stepped into the room.
“Have a nice day, President.” Sayaka bowed shortly.
“You too, Sayaka.” Kirari looked over her shoulder. “The Vice President will be returning to campus around lunchtime; I’ll need to catch up with her. See you this afternoon?”
“Of course!” Sayaka nodded.
Kirari smiled before walking into class.
Somehow, Sayaka’s steps felt weightless. Maybe the illogical human body had its perks, sometimes. Sure, her need for sleep, food, and sunlight kept her from acting as a studying and secretarial machine (which she loathed), but it was all worth it for moments like this. Happiness like she hadn’t felt in years rushed through every cell. Some students were staring, probably unnerved by her smile. All she cared about was Kirari’s love and attention. Sayaka’s thigh still tingled and burned where it had been caressed. She had never been happier. Nothing could ruin this.
“Ah, Igarashi-san!” A second year student rushed over to Sayaka.
“Mhn? Can I help you with something?” She felt her neutral, blank look fall into place as she checked her watch. Still a few minutes before class. She'd like to go settle herself and prepare for the first lesson.
The student fidgeted. Now Sayaka noticed she wasn’t a part of her class, but the second year Flower class. “Igarashi-san, Ikishima-san is bothering Jabami-san and disrupting the other students, could you step in?”
The mention of Jabami made Sayaka twitch, but she steeled herself. Nothing could ruin her mood right now, not even that witch. Midari making a scene in another classroom was a problem, though. She was undoubtedly humiliating the Student Council (and the President!) with her actions.
“Certainly.”
The student led Sayaka inside the Flower classroom. Students lingered near the walls, trying to stay as far away from the revolting scene. Midari was slobbering like a dog at Yumeko’s desk, kneeling on the opposite side of Yumeko, tongue hanging from her mouth. Her gun sat on the desk, pointed back at Midari’s own face. Yumeko’s eyes glazed over as she looked right past Midari.
Sayaka approached the pair, refusing to look at Yumeko. “Ikishima-san, please stop this embarrassing display.”
Midari clicked her tongue, glaring at Sayaka. “Fuck off. I’m talking with my goddess.”
The ‘goddess’ in question had turned to face Sayaka as well, demeanor completely changed. Gone was the disgusted face, replaced with sparkling eyes and a broad smile. Before Sayaka knew it, Yumeko was on her feet and grabbing Sayaka’s hands. Her grip was surprisingly tight, Sayaka’s instinctive jerk proved ineffective for freeing herself.
Yumeko leaned in close, their noses almost brushing together. “Sayaka! It’s so good to see you!”
Sayaka blinked once. Then twice. Did she just-? Did that harlot just call her ‘Sayaka’? Just Sayaka?
Who gave her the right?
Sayaka’s whole body felt frozen, throat tight, mind still whirling on how to process this. Calling her by her first name - only her first name! - that was a right reserved for Kirari alone.
Yumeko continued on. “I had so much fun last night… It was really special. I’m so glad we could experience that together.” Yumeko’s thumb rubbed against Sayaka’s hands. The cool metal of her ring made Sayaka shudder. “It was all I could think about. I barely slept a wink!” She giggled, drawing Sayaka closer.
Her hands were trapped against Yumeko’s disgustingly large tits.
“Hey, what the fuck.” Midari’s voice sounded like background music. “Like, actually, what the fuck.”
“Let’s gamble again, Sayaka. I would love to see that competitive spirit one more time!” Yumeko tilted her head. “Sayaka, are you okay? You’ve hardly said a thing. You’re turning blue… Sayaka? Do you need to go to the nurse?”
Sayaka gasped for breath. Her body had been so frozen by the audacity, she forgot to breathe. Chest heaving, she ripped her hands away.
“Don’t be so familiar with me!” She gritted her teeth, shaking with rage. “Only the President can call me Sayaka!”
Yumeko pouted. “But we’re friends now, aren’t we? We had such a great time together last night.”
“We are not friends!”
Midari had stomped over. “Don’t fuckin’ ignore me! Why is Yumeko all over you? That’s so fuckin’ unfair. Trade with me!”
“Sayaka, you’re so mean…” Yumeko’s childish pout and sad eyes did nothing for Sayaka. Yumeko hugged herself, acting as if the rejection physically hurt her. “You really don’t want to be friends?”
“I’ll be your friend, Yumeko! Whatever she can do, I can do better!”
“I don’t,” Sayaka spat.
“Let’s gamble for it then!” Yumeko clapped her hands together.
This evil witch! There would be no reasoning with her at this point. No amount of money offered, status promised, or violence threatened would stop her now. Gambling was the only way to shut this evil woman up.
“Fine. If I win, you will never call me Sayaka again. Just Igarashi-san.”
Yumeko clapped her hands. “And if I win, I keep calling you Sayaka.”
“Deal. After the final bell, meet me in the student council room.” This time Kirari would watch Sayaka defeat Yumeko.
“Yumekooooooooo, stop ignoring meeeeee.” Midari lunged for Yumeko, who stepped out of the way.
“Sayaka, could you help a friend out? Get rid of this trash for me?” Yumeko smiled slyly, winking.
Sayaka grabbed Midari by the jacket and dragged her out of the classroom as she pleaded for Yumeko to pay attention to her. Everything in her body was tense. Her jaw clenched so hard she could feel her teeth grinding to a powder in real time. That bitch was going down.
“Yomozuki-senpai, please deal for us!”
The door to the Student Council room had barely opened before Sayaka was calling for the third year. Behind her, the gaggle of second year students followed. Yumeko, obviously, as well as Mary Saotome and some random ex-housepet she kept. Midari was close behind, still pleading for Yumeko to look at her.
All of the third year council members had the unfortunate habit of ditching their last afternoon class, so all three were already in the room. The Vice President was indeed back, as eerie as ever, behind Kirari. Kirari turned away from admiring her aquarium, eyebrow raised.
Runa, who was sprawled on the sofa with snacks surrounding her, paused her game. “Nyahaha! Did I hear that right? Sayaka-chan, you’re gambling again? Didja get addicted?”
Yumeko smiled and curled her arm around Sayaka’s own. “She’s too shy to admit it, but I’m sure she is. Right, Sayaka?”
Foolishly, Sayaka had thought Yumeko couldn’t stoop any lower. Clearly she had been wrong. Clinging to her and calling her Sayaka in front of Kirari, that woman was truly an evil witch!
Sayaka ripped her arm away. “Absolutely not! I’m only doing this so you stop calling me by my first name!”
She dared to look towards Kirari. The expectation in Sayaka’s mind would’ve been amusement. That sly smile Kirari got whenever something ‘interesting’ was happening. Only, there was no hint of a smile on her face. Her expression was schooled, but Sayaka could see the tension in her jaw.The furrowing of the eyebrows.
Yumeko hummed, placing a finger by her lip. “That was the condition we agreed to earlier, but I don’t think you were specific enough, Sayaka. Since we’re friends, let me help you!” Yumeko smiled. “If you win, you want me to stop calling you Sayaka and stop physical intimacy, yes?”
Sayaka nodded rapidly.
A wide smile spread across Yumeko’s face. “Well, I’ll have to update my terms as well then.”
That smile seemed so sinister, so evil. Sayaka felt like she was walking into a trap, but it was too late to back down now.
“If I win, then I get to keep calling you Sayaka and…” Yumeko paused for dramatic effect. “I get to kiss you!” She giggled. “That makes the risk more even for the both of us, dontcha think?”
A kiss.
A kiss?!
Sayaka’s hand shot to her lips, covering them protectively. Her eyes darted to Kirari. Those icy blue eyes narrowed. Perfectly beautiful lips curled into a frown. Those beautiful lips that Sayaka wanted on hers. That she’d been waiting and longing after for three years. Those lips were supposed to be her first kiss. But that witch Yumeko looked positively thrilled, like a snake constricting its prey, playing with it before swallowing it whole.
“Accepted!” Sayaka spat. She bowed towards Kirari. “I’m going to win, President! Watch me!”
“I wouldn’t miss it.”
“Well, let’s get this show on the road!” Runa hopped off the sofa. “Didya have a game in mind?”
Before Sayaka or Yumeko could say anything, Kirari cut them off. “Would you mine if I selected the game? As the owner of the venue,” Kirari gestured to the student council room, “I believe I have a right to pick.”
“Of course, President!”
Yumeko hummed. “That’s fine! You prepared such an amazing gamble for us last night, I’m sure your selection tonight will be great!” Yumeko hugged Sayaka’s arm. “Don’t you agree, Sayaka?”
Sayaka pushed Yumeko off. “Of course the President’s idea will be great!”
“You flatter me. Last night's gamble was special, over a year in the making.” Standing, Kirari approached the two of them. “Today, the game will be dice poker, but with no betting, we’ll use a point system. The hand strength will follow normal rules, weakest to strongest being: high number, pair, two pair, three of a kind, straight, full house, four of a kind, and five of a kind. A high number will be one point, a pair will be two points, and so on.” By the time she finished explaining, she reached Sayaka’s side. Her hand rested on Sayaka’s back. “Normal dice poker rules will still apply. You’ll get to roll three times, selecting which dice will be used for scoring in between each roll. Once selected, that dice will be locked.”
Yumeko pouted. “Not as fancy as last night’s, but a gamble’s a gamble! I accept!”
“I accept too!”
“It’s decided!” While they talked, Runa had reached the cabinet dedicated to the Student Council’s various games. She grabbed a tray of dice. “These dice are totally fair by the way! I guarantee it!” Runa glanced at Kirari. “Prez, you don’t mind if I steal your seat, do ya?” She gestured to the head of the student council meeting table.
“Feel free,” Kirari said. Her thumb massaged into Sayaka’s back. “I’ll be watching from the sideline, afterall.”
Sayaka’s throat constricted, hands clenching at her side. Winning was the only option. The image of Kirari watching her lose again made her knees weak. If Kirari saw her and Yumeko kiss it would hospitalize her.
“Igarashi, you gotta beat Yumeko!” Midari approached her. “If you got a kiss from my goddess before me, I’d fuckin’ lose it.”
“I’m not doing this for you, Ikishima-san.” Sayaka scoffed.
Yumeko and her gaggle of friends set up at the far side of the table, Yumeko taking her seat next to Runa. She noticed Sayaka’s gaze and blew a kiss. Sayaka grimaced but ignored her, taking her own seat across the table. Kirari followed behind, standing right behind her chair. One of her fingers found Sayaka’s hair.
“How many rounds should we play, Prez?” Runa asked while distributing the dice.
“Five’s sufficient.”
“Alright! Whoever’s got the highest points at the end of round five is the winner!” Runa announced. “The rules have already been explained. And of course, once cheatin’ has been pointed out, it won’t be tolerated! But if you’re dumb enough to fall for it, that’s your own fault. Let’s begin!”
Shivers ran up Sayaka’s spine, adrenaline filling every inch of her. Kirari had picked the perfect game for her. No bluffing necessary, just statistics and logic. With the point system, a player didn’t need to worry about beating their opponent's current hand. No, a smart player looked towards the future. Losing a hand or two didn’t matter as long as you maximized points. Hell, Sayaka could lose four hands, as long as she maintained a point lead. She didn’t need to go for flashy five-of-a-kinds, acquiring steady points by focusing on three-of-a-kinds, straights, and full horses was the smarter, logical option.
“Sayaka,” Kirari said, shockingly close to her ear.
Face aflame, Sayaka jolted. Brought back into reality, Sayaka now noticed Kirari had leaned down, with her mouth next to Sayaka’s ear.
“You need to roll.” The smile on Kirari’s lip made Sayaka’s insides churn. If she weren’t sitting, she’d be a puddle on the floor.
“A-Ah, yes! Of course!”
Sayaka turned back to the table, seeing Yumeko had already rolled a pair and set them aside. Sayaka rolled, getting a pair as well. Like Yumeko, she set them aside. Both women then rolled their next set of dice. Sayaka luckily got another pair. Two pairs already! She set them aside. Yumeko, however, had nothing.
“How unfortunate,” Yumeko pouted. “Hopefully my next roll will be luckier.”
Sayaka hoped it wasn’t.
Things seemingly never go how Sayaka wants them too, though. When they both rolled for their final roll, Sayaka got nothing of value, while Yumeko rolled two more of her existing pair. A four-of-a-kind.
“Yumeko-chan’s ahead at seven points, Sayaka-chan’s at three points!” Runa announced. “Let’s roll round two!”
A four point deficit wasn’t a problem. There was still plenty of time to make up the points. She had a plan, she just needed to stick to it. Even though the rational part of her brain knew this, Sayaka still felt anxiety taking over.
Kirari’s hand found her hair again, but her fingers were closer to her scalp now. Sayaka could feel each twirl of the hair more, now. Kirari’s other hand rested on her shoulder. The motions somehow banished her anxieties.
“I’m so jealous, I want to play with Sayaka’s hair like that!” Yumeko whined. “Hey Sayaka, you’ll let me do that after I win, right?”
Sayaka sneered. “Touch me like that and I’ll taze you.”
Yumeko giggled. “How scary.”
“You can play with my hair, Yumeko!” Midari said. “You can play with it and cut it, and maybe even cut me with the scissors. Uhe.”
“Ikishima, get out.”
Kirari’s authoritative tone left no room for arguments. Sayaka barely heard that level of command in Kirari’s voice. Which was probably a good thing, because Sayaka’s throat went dry and her mind emptied of anything except Kirari directing that tone at her.
Midari sensed the danger in Kirari’s voice, letting out a grumble as she marched through the door, leaving the room.
Round two began with Sayaka rolling a triple while Yumeko rolled a straight! Two through six. Curse her devil’s luck! Sayaka set the triple aside, but paused as she saw Yumeko gathered all five dice into her hands.
“You’re not keeping it?”
That perverted flush covered her face. “Where’s the fun in that?”
On the next roll, both of them rolled a high number. On the final roll, Sayaka didn’t get anything to add to the triple. Yumeko got a pair of twos.
“With that, round two is over! Yumeko-chan’s still leading at ten points! Sayaka-chan has seven!”
Round three started quickly. Dice clattered against the table and the eyes of the players and spectators watched eagerly. Sayaka rolled a natural straight, one to five. She brightened at the sight. Yumeko rolled a pair of threes.
“I’m setting all my dice aside.” Sayaka announced.
“I’m rerolling everything!”
“Again!?” Sayaka gritted her teeth. There was nothing rational there, but that should’ve been expected, considering its Yumeko.
A crazed giggle escaped her lips as she shook all the dice between her palms. She tossed them on the table, letting them scatter. “Would you look at that… A full house! I’m keeping this hand.”
Sayaka wanted to scream. The plan was crumbling around her. Her fists clenched tightly, nails digging into her own flesh. She wanted to slam her head into the table but Kirari’s hands were still there and she’d hate herself forever if Kirari’s nails somehow got ruined by her incompetence.
“Yumeko-chan’s at sixteen points. Sayaka-chan’s at twelve!” Runa announced. “Moving to round four.”
“Mary-san, do you have a mint?” Yumeko glanced over her shoulder.
Mary blinked, hand reaching into her bag. “I do, why the hell do you need it mid game?”
Yumeko giggled. “I want my breath to smell good for Sayaka!”
Sayaka banged her fist against the table. “Roll your dice!”
Yumeko laughed but collected her dice. They rolled again. Luck finally shined down on Sayaka, four-of-a-kind twos. Yumeko had a three-of-a-kind. Shockingly, Yumeko kept the three-of-a-kind and rerolled two while Sayaka only rerolled one. Neither of them got anything valuable in their second roll, so they rolled again, nothing there either.
“Alright, it’s our final round! Both players are at an even twenty! Isn’t it amazing?” Runa laughed. “Nyahaha, it all comes down to our final hand!”
“I’m so thrilled!” Yumeko shuddered. “Sayaka fought so hard to catch up to me in points and now we’re tied in the final turn. It comes down to these final dice rolls!”
Sayaka looked back at Kirari. Those lovely blue eyes had already been staring at her. Watching her. Not Yumeko. Not anyone else but her. She was Kirari’s number one. Today she would win in front of Kirari, beat this gambling addict and win even more of Kirari’s affection in the process. Kirari smiled at her. Despite the situation, Sayaka couldn’t help but smile back.
When Sayaka turned her attention back to the table, Yumeko had pulled out a compact mirror and a tube of lipstick. A dark red hue coated the eager, earnest smile plastered on her face as she met Sayaka’s eyes. It made her stomach churn.
“W-what are you doing…” Sayaka asked.
“Getting ready! It’s our first kiss after all.” Yumeko held a hand to her cheek like she was embarrassed. “I want to make sure I look pretty.”
Sayaka scoffed, not even bothering to respond. She grabbed her dice, waiting for Yumeko to do the same. Time moved slowly as Yumeko set the mirror and lipstick down. She gathered her dice, shaking them in her hands. Both girls rolled. Sayaka rolled a pair of threes, while Yumeko rolled a pair of fives.
“I’ll keep the pair,” Sayaka announced.
Yumeko giggled, grabbing all five of her dice. “I’ll be rerolling it all.”
For a moment, Sayaka felt joy upon seeing a pair of twos, but it was all dashed when she saw Yumeko’s three-of-a-kind sixes. If Sayaka couldn’t get a two or a three in her next roll, it was over. Yumeko kept the three-of-a-kind, of course. If Yumeko rolled another six, Sayaka was done for. If Yumeko rolled a pair, at least they’d tie in a best case scenario. They hadn’t gone over rules for a tie, but it was better than an automatic out.
Sayaka pressed her final die between her hands. Kirari’s hand squeezed her shoulder.
“It’s the final roll, Sayaka.” Yumeko crooned. “How are you feeling? Your first kiss will all be decided by this roll, isn’t it scary?”
“S-Shut up!” Sayaka gritted her teeth. “Stop talking and roll.”
Yumeko licked her lips, shaking the two dice in her hands.
They released their dice at the same time. Sayaka’s eyes locked onto her own die, watching as it tumbled across the table, before landing on a three. Before she became too joyful, her eyes fretfully shifted to Yumeko’s dice. A one and a four. Nothing.
“I won!” Sayaka cheered. A giggle broke through her lips as she turned to Kirari. “President, did you see? I won!”
The hand that had been playing with her hair left to brush against her cheek. “Congratulations. Good work, Sayaka.”
Sayaka beamed at the praise. Her mind was racing, still in disbelief at the victory. Especially considering her opponent. Across the table, Yumeko had a frown on her face. She stood, chair scrapping against the wood.
“Thank you for playing me again, Igarashi-san.” Yumeko said. “I really did have fun. I’ll respect the terms of our gamble, but just know you’ll always be a friend to me.”
Sayaka glared at her. “And I hope you know you’ll never be a friend to me.”
Yumeko shivered. “You’re so cold, Igarashi-san. I thought tsunderes were supposed to be hotheaded. Right, Mary-san?” She glanced over her shoulder to a startled blonde.
Before Mary could start blabbering, Kirari spoke. “Everyone out.” Her cool tone silenced the room.
Mary grabbed Yumeko by the arm and dragged her towards the door, their little man friend trailing behind them. The Vice President - who had silently come over to observe the game at some point - looked between Kirari and the door.
Runa laughed as she packed the dice up. “Nyahaha! What a fun game! I didn’t know you had it in ya, Sayaka-chan!”
“Everyone means everyone, Runa. Lock the door on your way out.”
Runa let out a nervous laugh as she hopped out of her seat, leaving the dice on the table. “I’m going, I’m going. Vice prez, wanna grab some snacks?”
The Vice President nodded eagerly. They quickly left. The click of the lock resonated around the room as the door shut.
“Again, congratulations,” Kirari said. Her hand left Sayaka’s shoulder and she offered it to Sayaka.
When she took Kirari’s hand, it was warm and soft. The feeling sent tingles down her arm and turned into fuzz in her brain. Somehow she remembered to stand.
“Watching you made me eager to play as well.” Her eyes were soft. “Gamble with me?”
Sayaka tilted her head. “What did you have in mind, President?”
Kirari reached into the bag abandoned by Runa, pulling out a die. “You roll the die. If it’s even, you kiss me. Odd, I kiss you.” Kirari met her eyes.Usually they’d be twinkling at Sayaka's embarrassed face, but now they looked vulnerable. “What do you think?”
Those words knocked the wind out of her. Sayaka stared, mouth agape and throat dry. The die shook in her trembling hand. Her face burned so much it hurt. The amount of concentration it took to stay standing was embarrassing.
“Sayaka?” Kirari shifted back. “I won’t force you to play.”
“I want to play!” Sayaka said. “I want to.”
“Then roll.”
Silence filled the room, save for the sound of the die hitting the table and Sayaka’s heavy breaths. Even though the end result would be the same, nerves flooded up Sayaka’s body. The die finally stopped.
Sayaka swallowed. “A six…” She turned back to Kirari.
Mirth filled those eyes, a pleased smile on her lips. “Help yourself, Sayaka. I’m at your mercy.” Her eyes fluttered shut as she waited.
“P-President!” Those words had Sayaka buckling. Her hands gripped Kirari’s shoulders. “You tease too much…”
Stupid illogical body, stupid illogical body! Those beautiful lips were waiting for her but she couldn’t move! Sayaka stomped down hard on her own foot, letting the pain snap her back into focus. She couldn’t let Kirari down.
Stepping closer, Sayaka felt the warmth of Kirari’s torso. Strength returned to her legs, and she let go of Kirari’s shoulders and moved to cup her cheeks. They were so soft. So perfect under the pads of Sayaka’s fingers.
She adjusted Kirari’s head until it was at the perfect angle and leaned in, eyes still open so she wouldn’t miss, watching as she finally touched blue lips. Even though she saw the exact moment of contact, the jolt of heat that flooded her body still shocked her. Her eyes squeezed shut as she forced her lips to move.
With Kirari’s lower lip caught between hers, Sayaka could taste her lipstick. She couldn’t discern anything specific, since her whole body was on overload. Mind swimming with the sensation of Kirari’s lips and hands and scent and warmth. Firm hands on Sayaka’s lower back kept her upright.
Sayaka felt lightheaded. It wasn’t until she wobbled again that she remembered she had to breathe, Sayaka pulled away. Gulping down air, Sayaka trembled. Shock lingering in her body. A coldness lingered too, Kirari had felt so warm. Kirari’s eyes opened slower than Sayaka’s, her cheeks dusted pink.
“Did you like it, President?”
Kirari giggled. “Calling me President, even now?”
Sayaka turned red, burying her face into Kirari’s shoulder to hide her embarrassment. “Did you like it, Kirari?” Her knees felt weak again. Tears billowed in her eyes. What if she didn’t like it? What if she thought it was boring?
“Sayaka, look at me.”
Sayaka forced herself to pull away from her shoulder.
Kirari pressed a kiss to her cheek, catching a stray tear. “I loved it. Let’s keep playing. Until someone forces us to stop.”
“That’s too much, Kirari.” Sayaka sniffed but smiled. “We have work to do.”
“It can wait until tomorrow.” Kirari pushed Sayaka until her butt hit the end of the table, forcing her to sit on the wood. She nudged Sayaka’s knees apart before stepping into the gap between them. She reached past Sayaka, grabbing the die. “My turn to roll?”
Sayaka nodded.
The die thudded against the table. “Ah, my luck is rotten today. A two.” Kirari smirked. “Looks like I’ll be at your mercy for a while, Sayaka. Be gentle with me.”
Maybe this would be the death of her. Even so, Sayaka eagerly leaned in again.