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Akari snuggled up to Jiro, her breath warm against his skin as she whispered to him, her voice soft in the haze of whiskey and chocolate that clouded his senses.
"But for now, while I’m still yours… will you still be mine?"
She closed her eyes, pressing her ear against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, the slow rise and fall of his breath soothing her. The warmth of his body lulled her closer to sleep, until she felt him stir beside her.
Jiro shifted, trying to move to his other side with her lying on his arm. Then, suddenly, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her on top of him in one swift motion.
"Wait, Jiro—!"
Flustered, Akari squirmed in his embrace, her heart pounding as she tried to free herself from his surprisingly strong grip. Her hands pressed against his chest, her eyes locking onto his sleeping face.
Why? Why did it have to be like this? This wasn’t supposed to happen. I should have been with Minami. And Jiro… why did you give yourself to Shiori? Am I not enough?
Tears welled up in Akari's eyes, spilling over and dropping onto Jiro’s cheeks as he lay beneath her. As the tears splashed against his skin, Jiro blinked awake, confusion clouding his gaze.
“Huh—wait, what’s going on?”
As his vision cleared, he saw Akari crying, straddling his lap, her hands covering her face.
The realization hit him like a punch.
What the hell is going on? Am I dreaming? That’s the only explanation for this. She’s on top of me—God, put me out of my misery! Wait… is she crying?
Jiro quickly sat up, his face flushed with confusion, Akari still perched on his lap.
"Um, what’s going on here?! Did I do something filthy?! Please forgive me!" Jiro blurted, his voice panicked.
“No, you idiot!” Akari shouted, her voice trembling with frustration.
"I don't understand—why are you on top of me? And why are you crying?" he asked, his confusion growing.
“Am I not enough for you, Jiro? Why did you have to do that with Shiori?”
Shit, she knows? His stomach dropped. She knows about the kiss?! How?! It hardly even counted—it was an accident! Why does she care?
“Oh, you found out… well, it was just a mistake. I didn’t mean for it to happen, it wasn’t intentional,” Jiro stammered, scratching his head. “Wait—why do you even care? We were supposed to end up with our crushes, right?”
Before he could finish, Akari swung a pillow at him, nearly knocking him backward.
“Jiro, are you that dense?! Ugh! All you care about is Shiori! I don’t care if it’s a school assignment—I’m your wife, damn it! Accident or not, you wanted it, didn’t you?”
Jiro winced. He had wanted to kiss Shiori, but not like that. It wasn’t how he imagined it. And it didn’t feel the way he thought it would, not like… not like when he kissed Akari.
"I—I don't know what to say," Jiro muttered, feeling more lost than ever.
Akari huffed in frustration and pushed him back down onto the futon, her eyes dark with determination.
“If she gets to have you like that, then as your wife, I’m going to have you too.”
Before Jiro could react, Akari yanked him up by his collar.
"Open your bedroom now!" she demanded.
“Wait—what?! No!”
“Do it, or I’m throwing you out of the house for the night!”
His mind racing, Jiro quickly obeyed, unlocking his bedroom door as Akari shoved him inside.
What is happening? Jiro thought, his mind in overdrive. Has she lost her mind over one kiss? We’re not even together! I think today’s the day I die…
Akari unzipped her hoodie, revealing her pink bra and matching underwear. Her breasts strained against the fabric, barely contained.
Wait, what is she doing? Someone, help!
Akari crawled onto the bed, her eyes fixed on Jiro, who instinctively recoiled in both fear and anticipation.
"Take off your shirt, Jiro," she commanded, her voice low and steady.
"Why on earth would I expose my bare chest to you right now?!"
“Just do it, or I’ll do it for you,” she threatened, her eyes gleaming.
Swallowing hard, Jiro pulled off his shirt, his stomach tightening with nerves.
What is she thinking? This is all over a kiss… maybe I’m losing my mind too—
Before he could finish his thought, Akari captured his lips in a deep, intense kiss, her tongue exploring his. Her fingers tangled in his blue hair as their kiss deepened.
I’m dead. That’s the only explanation for this. But… her kiss—it feels so good. Too good—oh no, stop, please!
Jiro felt a familiar heat rising between them. Akari noticed it too, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.
“You perv, getting all worked up over one kiss?” she teased, her fingers trailing down his chest to trace the outline of his growing hardness.
Jiro winced, overwhelmed by the sensation.
Akari, please, I’m not going to be able to hold it together much longer. If this is all a joke, please, end it now!
“No,” Akari whispered, her lips brushing against his ear, “we’re just getting started.”
She ground her hips against him, her moans soft and breathy against his lips. The heat between them was electric, undeniable.
This feels amazing, but… it’s wrong. We’re not together. Why is she doing this?
"Jiro…" Akari moaned, her voice heavy with need. "Please, just let me continue…"
Jiro sighed, feeling himself lose the battle. He couldn’t stop her, not when she was this close.
“O-Okay… just go easy on me,” he murmured.
Akari stood up and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor before sliding her panties down. Jiro's eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat.
God, her body… she’s never been shy about showing skin, but this is… incredible.
Akari reached for Jiro, pulling him close as she stripped off his pants, leaving him exposed.
Her eyes darkened with lust as she took him in, her knees weak with desire. She never Imagined he could look this good in her eyes.