Inori(Guilty Crown)

Some people -- most men, really -- would have considered Shu's position to be heaven. If he were a betting man (and he truly wasn't, far too straight-laced to do something illegal like gambling when the age for it in Japan was 20), he'd put good money on saying most of the girls he knew would consider it heaven, too. A week ago, he'd certainly agree with their position, but a lot could change in a week.

A hell of a lot. In the past three days alone, Shu had been shot at. He had touched another person's blood; he had broken the law for the first time in aiding a daring theft, and in doing so he had bumbled his way into a conspiracy. Another first for him was wielding a sword and putting himself in the path of true, lethal danger to protect another person. A sword that fucking came out of that person in a way that clearly snubbed the laws of physics, a thing that just shouldn't have been possible. And now he had been roped into helping what was technically a terrorist organization rescue hostages from a pointless death by firing squad.

All of it felt small compared to the simple act of meeting Yuzuriha Inori, his idol and by far the best songstress of her generation, in his not-at-all biased opinion. She was the catalyst for everything that followed. It was her fault, in a way, that he was wrapped up in all of this now, but he couldn't say no to helping her, even though the mission they were on frightened him to his very core. He was far too infatuated with the idea of her, even though he barely knew her -- and neverminded the fact he still had no idea what she had done to him, or how he was able to pull a fucking sword out of her chest.

But that wasn't the position most people would consider heaven. That was the one almost everyone with a firm grasp on their sanity would justly consider sheer lunacy, and Shu wasn't stupid enough to get things tangled like that. No, right there and then, Shu was behind Yuzuriha Inori, the pink-haired vocalist of Egoist, and behind her in the worst possible way. Stuck behind her, in a cramped vent, crawling towards their destination. It should have been a serious moment, and the fact of what they were about to do should have made his blood run cold; it should have made his palms sweat and his stomach queasy.

If he -- if they -- fucked up, a lot of innocent people would die because of the theatrics Gai wanted to pull off, taking Undertaker out of the shadows and putting it squarely in the limelight, something he could only do with Shu and Inori's aid. That certainly wasn't what most people would consider heaven, either. No, the heavenly part of this (for most people, anyway) was the fact that facing forward, Shu's eyes had nowhere to go but Inori's ass. He had wanted to lead the way, but she insisted on going into the vent ahead of him; she was the one that had the layout memorized, and she (despite his protests) was not critical for the mission's success, so if something were to happen, it would be better for her to be the first one in harm's way.

Shu had argued, but Gai had smiled and encouraged Inori's notions, and there was no going against Gai's approval, it seemed. So for the past few minutes, Shu had tried to avert his gaze from his idol's ass. It felt fucking wrong -- voyeuristic. A bit icky in an entirely pervy sort of way. Inori's costume had a long skirt, but it was hardly designed with modesty in mind. It was designed to be attractive and eye-catching, and that meant the whole thing showed off a lot more skin than Shu was comfortable seeing. Whoever made it probably never meant for one of Inori's fans to see her from the back-on, low to the ground on her hands and knees.

The red skirt was more like a piece of armor. A word for it nagged at him. Faulds? Something like that. It only truly hung down the sides of her hips, covering nothing in the front and about as much in the back; the upper part of her dress resembled a body-hugging leotard without much in the way of a leotard really being present, showcasing Inori's nubile body. It bared a wide expanse of her skin in both the front and the back, the former letting anyone who looked appreciate her taut little tummy and a healthy amount of inner side boob.

Unhealthy, maybe, with how it seemed to constantly threaten a wardrobe malfunction. On more than one occasion over the past few days, Shu could have sworn he had caught a glimpse of Inori's nipples, even if it was just her areolae.

If he had -- and he wished he hadn't -- then Inori only seemed to notice when she caught him staring, and then a simple adjustment hid them back away again. It made him uncomfortable, to say the least. Shu had gone on more than a few deep dives on idols, and that invariably led to him learning more about their fashion, their costumes. Of course that extended to his favorite idol in her costume from his favorite music video. He had learned all sorts of tricks as to how she might manage the tricky costume, from strapless bras cut vertically to literally sticking it to her skin with double-sided tape. Unless his mind was playing terrible tricks on him, she did nothing of the sort, relying only on the costume's tight fit to keep her modest.

The pink-haired vocalist didn't have the voluptuous figure that some idols had, but Shu had fallen hard for what she did have, her body slender and taut, her perky breasts sized in perfect proportion to the rest of the frame. On the flipside of the costume, the skimpy costume bared about as much of her back. Just watching her walk from the back on, one could appreciate her musculature and could easily imagine running their fingers down the slight bumps of her spine.

And her ass -- with the damn skirt, the faulds, whatever one wanted to call it, it was impossible to miss. Proportionate to her frame like her tits were, of course, but a firm and tight little bubble for all that meant, sticking out by her body's very nature with how her back curved and made all the more noticeable by the way her hips gently flared out. When she walked, they had a lazy sort of swing to them, one most people on internet forums considered both naturally graceful and effortlessly sensual. Shu had always taken their word for it; he wasn't the kind of person to go to fan meet-and-greets, nor the kind of person who would go online and look up pictures of Inori's ass just to see for himself (not that he looked away when someone inevitably linked them on whatever image board he was perusing that day). It was only just covered by the impractical 'top' part of her dress, hugged tight, hugged like a second skin.

He couldn't help but peek at her ass when she was walking in front of him earlier, when things were calm and it was just the two of them. Shu could clearly see where it dipped between her asscheeks and thighs, and where the fabric stretched tight over her pussy's mound. Though it made him blush, he likewise couldn't help but remember what else he had read about her costume; about how she most likely wore a discreet pad or a teeny thong beneath it, with any thicker or large underwear likely to stick out or cause unseemly lines to appear beneath her costume. The costume that was, everyone agreed, not made to be seen up close and personal or in any compromising angles.

Yet there Shu was, in hell, his face less than a foot away from his idol's pert tusk. Oh, he tried to avert his eyes, but it was like waving a peanut butter-slathered biscuit before a dog's nose and expecting them to just stare forward. Inevitably, his eyes returned to Inori's ass again and again, helpless to do anything but watch how it swayed back and forth with her sinuous movements. Their crawl through the vent was anything but light-hearted or amorous, but Shu couldn't help but picture her crawling in very different circumstances -- in a music video that focused on selling itself through her sexuality instead of her music, for example.

But even the bravest director wouldn't dare just stick the camera behind her ass and follow it for five minutes. That was just begging for problems, and that was why Shu's position was so hellish. He found himself wishing that Inori's thighs were less toned, less lean -- that they didn't have a natural gap that made her position just that little bit more revealing. He found himself wishing even more that her skirt actually covered part of her ass. Instead, he got an even better look at the thin red material that hugged over her mound, the sort of view that was once in a lifetime; a view of Inori no one else had likely had. And that's what made it hellish.

Shu didn't have breasts and with his sexual inexperience was far from an expert, but he had heard plenty of girls bitch about how inconvenient their bras were, and what a relief it always was to take them off at the end of the day. Even though he had never seen a naked tit in the flesh, he could imagine why she wasn't wearing a bra. On the other hand, he couldn't think of a single good reason for Inori not to be wearing anything below the belt. Yes, they were going on what was very much a commando mission, but that did not mean they had to go commando (Shu himself certainly wasn't, at least). He felt like he had the room to trick himself into thinking Inori was girding her breasts somehow, if he really had to -- all those little nipple slips could be played up to his overactive imagination, surely, and the stress of the day making him see things.

"Shu?" Inori spoke up softly, not demure but more passive, placid. Confident yet deferential in her own confusing way, not that it had impacted the allure he felt for her. "We're here," she murmured, coming to a stop in the middle of the vent, but Shu didn't hear her, his eyes seized by her body and his attention far from her. There were no other sounds to distract him in the vent, really, but--

He kept crawling forward. It was such a hellish position. There was no plausible deniability for Shu when it came to the case of Inori's underwear, or rather her stark lack thereof. The costume fit her like a glove overall. With the unsupported stockings she wore and with how much of it simply draped from her body, it had to be, or else its own weight would likely cause it to drag down her body in inconvenient ways. When he first caught a glimpse of his idol's ass, he thought it hugged her like a second skin; the thin part of the leotard that covered her mound wanted to be her skin, pulled so tight over her skin that it occurred to him that her lady parts might have been in very real danger of suffocation.

The shape of her feminine lower lips was clearly visible, a shallow dip in her mound. It was hardly a hint; Inori's pussy was clearly a tight little thing, tucked in and petite, a truly delicate flower. There was surely a world out there where Shu could have told himself that it was just her underwear and that he was imagining things, that it was just a coincidence that it resembled all the cameltoes he had ever seen online. That would have been a world where Inori was completely and utterly focused on the mission like Shu wished he was, instead of letting her own mind wander. It would have been a world where she didn't relish the fact that there was a cute young guy her age just behind her, staring at her ass for the last five or ten minutes now; a cute young guy she felt closer to than anyone else before, considering how he had already wielded her Void.

She focused on it just enough. Unlike Shu, Inori was able to compartmentalize things. She could let herself be a little bit horny while keeping her eye on the prize; it just meant she'd be waiting until after their victory to really enjoy it. When she got home, perhaps, and had access to her favorite toys -- but maybe a bit sooner. She could easily steal away to a bathroom or sideroom while Undertaker was celebrating their debut and satisfy her carnal urges with her fingers. It wouldn't be the first time, not by a longshot.

If Shu could have only seen her from the front in that moment, he would have seen her nipples pushing against her top, tight and prominent and dispelling any hope he had of convincing himself he had not, in fact, caught a live celebrity nip-slip. The damp spot around the shallow dip in her outfit's crotch was what sealed the deal, though, and kept his eye on a very different prize than the one Inori was focused on. His idol, his celebrity crush, was more or less on blasé display right in front of him, her pussy clearly wet.

He could just reach out, pinch that fabric and pull it aside to see it up close and personal. That made his heart hammer, even if it was the last thing Shu was likely to do in his present circumstances. Even distracted by Inori's pussy, he couldn't completely forget the mission he was on. Plus, it would be sexual assault, and that sort of thing was plainly fucked up. Shu swallowed and closed his eyes to block out the temptation that made it incredibly difficult for him to comfortably traverse the vent. He kept crawling, kept crawling… and of course, being the lust-blinded idiot that he was, he bumped into Inori, into the part of her that was practically pushed out at him.

"--Ah?" Inori gasped softly, the surprised breath leaving her in a noise that bordered on a groan. "Shu?" she whispered, the scales of her 'compartmentalization' immediately tipping in one direction. Her body rocked forward as his face bumped into her from behind, briefly pressing up against her mound and the sensitive, wet place plainly visible there. Despite her scandalous costume, the pink-haired idol had just as many previous partners as Shu did; a big fat zero. Unlike him, however, she had done plenty of self-exploration, something that was far different for a young woman than a young man. Some girls might have reacted with outrage, but Inori just looked over her shoulder at him with heavily-lidded red eyes and slightly parted lips.

Considering her income as an idol, she had the money to throw around on things to help her with that exploration. One of her favorite toys was a simple machine, little more than a motor paired with a piston and a dildo. The horny little starlet dressed in scarlet loved to get on her hands and knees before it, impaling her virgin pussy on her synthetic lover and turning it on with a little switch, letting the custom-built device thrust in and out of her pussy. Masturbation by machine was hardly fucking, but she always fantasized that it was a real man behind her, his thick, hard cock stretching out her tight little pussy. In that way, she was no stranger to being in this position for a guy, even though she had never actually put out. It wasn't like she had time to date between being an idol and moonlighting for Undertaker.

Shu froze, eyes opening wide and shocked.

Inori had never fantasized about a guy eating her out -- not in this position, anyway, but it was familiar enough that she reacted the way she normally did to her machine's penetration on pure instinct, even though there was nothing penetrative about Shu's face bumping up against her pussy. She pushed her hips back and gave them a subtle roll, enjoying a delicious moment of grinding her cunt on a real person for the first time; a delicious moment that made her shudder before Shu could react, before he could even realize his mistake.

A delicious moment that made her moan so very gently, and made her hungry for something more. Before the moment could drag on, however, Shu reacted, his face flushing a hot red, even redder than Inori's outfit. "S-shit, I'm sorry," he whispered, easing back in the vent, one hand lifting to his face to cover his mouth as though that might help make him forget the smell of her, the heat of her -- how soft and plump it seemed, clearly swollen up with arousal. "That-- Inori-san, I didn't mean to--" His position wasn't just hellish now; he might as well have been in the frozen ninth layer that the poet Dante posited.

"It was just an accident, right?" Inori wasn't blushing, and her voice had pitched lower, throatier, a thin veneer painted over a hunger she had long hosted and yet never allowed herself to indulge. She fixed Shu with a hot and heavy stare while she waited for his answer, one the slightly-older young man wasn't able to recognize for what it was. He had seen porn in many forms; live porn, doujinshis, eroge games, hentai and even dabbling in smut -- and in those, the woman always seemed to become a tsundere or an utter slut on the spot. They didn't calmly ask if it was an accident.

"Y-yeah, I'm so sorry," Shu mumbled, grabbing on to the words like a life raft. It wasn't a lie, after all, and he truly felt -- well, just a little bad. Mostly, he couldn't get his body over what just happened, half-reeling in the shock of it while the other part of him went wild with desire. "I just-- wasn't paying attention, I guess."

"Then don't worry about it," Inori replied without missing a beat, shifting her position slightly. One of her hands left the vent's floor, reaching back and between her thighs to adjust the fabric that covered her crotch. "We've got to get in position, and quickly," she whispered softly. Of course, the taut fabric had hardly been disturbed by Shu's bump. She made no real effort to hide the truth of what she was doing from the guy behind her, her elegant digits sliding over her mound, briefly alighting over her now tingling clit. The pink-haired songstress hissed out softly in pleasure, but didn't stop, letting her fingers glide up and over her now sodden pussy's lips.

To Shu's eyes? Of course she was just adjusting herself; he probably jostled something. Any rationalization here was good rationalization. He averted his gaze again, this time with far more success, and cleared his throat gently. As he was, he didn't quite catch exactly what she was doing until it was entirely done. He likely would have kept his gaze averted if not for the dark and bright flash of color he saw in the corner of his eye, something that demanded a peek forward. The thin, darkened and damp fabric of the costume's crotch had been tugged just to the side, exposing the darkened, swollen outer lips of Inori's pussy to him -- along with, of course, her far more intimate folds, pink and carefully tucked in by whatever divine hand sculpted her. He never doubted she was wet, but now those lips were soaken and on brazen display, beyond eager for something. Her fingers, his fingers, his tongue or his cock. Something. Anything. "Inori-san…" he whispered awkwardly, glancing away again and fidgeting. He had to point it out, but the words didn't want to leave his throat.

It was an accident, right? Just like his, but a little more risque. There was no way she, the pure-hearted idol he had built up so much in his mind, would deliberately flash herself at him after that. There was no fucking way! They had a mission they needed to focus on.

If Shu had just kept his eyes on her, hell, if he just looked her in the eyes, he might have seen Inori's sly little smirk and the smug satisfaction that flashed through her red gaze. The world was a shitty place, where women had to be particularly careful about how they came off in any given situation. Inori might have seemed like an emotionless doll of a girl to most of the people who met 'the real' Inori, but that didn't mean she was blind to the world. She crossed her legs just the same as any other lady when it came time to be modest, and she was very aware of every little 'slip' or accidental exposure she suffered. They weren't all intentional, but most of them were things she could have headed off if she wanted to.

And that flash was very intentional. While Shu's gaze was averted, Inori allowed herself to rub her little clit again, just for a moment, biting down gently on her bottom lip and silently promising it later, later. There had been quite enough fucking around; now they were definitely behind schedule and would need to hoof it into their position, if they wanted to stand any chance of saving the hostages. She shifted, removing her hand from her nether and allowing herself a brief and guilty pleasure, licking her juices off her digits. She would have liked Shu to see her do that, but -- that was definitely enough fucking around. "Come on," she whispered, starting to crawl forth again, not bothering to cover herself back up.

Shu still couldn't bring himself to point it out, but some time between the operation's commencement and its resounding success, Inori seemed to figure things out for herself, covering herself up before Gai or anyone else had a chance to see her immodesty the way he had. When she smiled at Shu, he awkwardly smiled back, red to his ears.

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Upon the (debatable) success of their mission, Gai had congratulated Shu for his efforts and offered him a place in Undertaker. And Shu, who never quite knew where he sat with his peers and had no idea what he wanted his place in society to be? He said the only thing he could think to say. Especially with Inori there, looking at her with those big, wide red eyes, her lips curled in a secretive little smile. Even as he said those words, he could remember what she said once they were in position, before he once more drew the sword of her Void and leapt into action. "I belong to you now, Shu."

His idol. His crush. His infatuation. The woman he had saved and, most embarrassingly, the owner of the first pussy he ever caught a live and up-close glimpse of. As she spoke, she had taken hold of his wrist and placed his palm just over her chest, where her Void emerged from the first time he drew it. His fingers were so terribly close to her breasts that he couldn't help but imagine what it would have been like to take one in his palm, to just tug that little bit of her dress aside and help himself. But it wasn't the time for that, and he knew the words meant something other than 'feel absolutely free to grab me and play with my tits'. What that something else was, he had no idea.

And then she dragged his hand down and to the side. Right over her breast, but right over her heart as well. Shu froze as he felt its heat and softness, the heel of his hand in direct contact with what her costume didn't quite cover. Inori said nothing, but he could feel her smile, well aware of it even as his suddenly skittish eyes left hers and lowered to look at his hand. He needed to see it to believe it was really happening, but in the moment, Shu immediately wished he hadn't, that he had instead ignored it and pushed on with the mission.

The way she dragged his hand down had tugged at her top in just the worst (or best, depending on one's viewpoint) way, spilling her tit into plain view. Another terrible wardrobe malfunction, and further proof to Shu that the gorgeous garment was not made with any sense of practicality in mind. Proof of how ill-prepared Inori was to wear it as well, really, probably not expecting her theft of the 'key', the Void Genome, to involve so much running and fighting.

It was just an accident. At least, it seemed that way to Shu until she arched her back and pushed her breast up and into his waiting palm, her erect nipple pressing against his skin like a pebble in his shoe, unable to be ignored and demanding immediate action from him lest it drive him insane. He opened his mouth to tell her something -- what, he couldn't say. It would have surely been a ramble, nothing but incoherence and verbal embarrassment. Thankfully, Inori spoke first. The same words again, but their meaning was far more clear to him now, especially when her fingers trailed up from his wrist to his fingers, gently squeezing around them to make him squeeze her sinfully soft breast in turn.

"I belong to you now, Shu," she told him. He lifted his eyes to meet hers, and found no trace of hesitation or embarrassment there; nothing to suggest all of this (the sword and all) were just an elaborate joke set up to catch his reaction on camera.

Those words gave him his answer to Gai's offer: "No, thank you." Because what the fuck. Shu was far from the most confident person around, and that was without his celebrity crush throwing herself at him after showing up almost out of nowhere.

He was far from comfortable in that room, with all of Undertaker stunned by his decision, but it was the decision that got him away from Inori -- away from the position plenty of men and women would have considered heaven, but was really his hell. It was too soon, too sudden. A celebrity coming out of nowhere and then pledging herself to him? He had to figure everything out for himself first, even if that meant turning tail and running away from it all.

That night, Shu didn't get a lot of sleep. Just enough that he could slouch on his desk and go over everything over and over again during the next morning's homeroom period, trying to figure out if he was really fine with telling Undertaker a flat no and grappling with the question of why Inori would do any of that -- after the thing with her breast, well, there was no fucking way she accidentally flashed her pussy at him. He couldn't get his mind off how her supple tit felt in his hand, far more malleable to his touch than he would have expected it to be. She might not have been buxom, but it fit his hand like it was made for him to hold, and him alone. He could still feel the stiffness of her nipple against his palm, like it had pierced his skin.

And then the homeroom teacher introduced their newest transfer: Yuzuriha Inori. Suffice to say, Shu had an exceptionally long day at school, and not because he was bored or watching the clock. When he didn't have to have his eyes on the teacher or the whiteboard, his gaze went towards Inori. Each time, it seemed like she was already looking at him, her petal-pink glossed lips already curved in a slight smile for him, the very picture of a young, polite and demure Japanese lady.

Each time, she also did the very opposite of that in one way or another, finding some way to draw his eye wherever she wanted. As though purely doing it to spite the modest act she put on, Inori would do things like bend over to fetch a fallen pencil with her blouse partially unbuttoned, giving Shu's (un)lucky eye a clear look at her breast, its nipple just as tight and perky as it was the previous day. Shu had been telling himself she probably just didn't enjoy how bras felt, but there was an increasingly mountain-sized pile of evidence that suggested the lead singer of Egoist was an exhibitionist who didn't like underwear, period.

At another point, she teased up the side of her regulation-length school skirt to show him her entire lean, toned thigh right up to the hip, making it abundantly clear she was once more going commando. This time, she did not have the excuse of going commando. It was more difficult for Inori to find a discreet way of spreading her thighs to give Shu a clear look at her pussy, but she found her chance during lunch when he sat alone, back to a wall as he began to dig into his bento.

The pink-haired songstress escaped the throng that had built around her, fans of her music and people just excited to meet a celebrity their own age. From there, she approached him when no one else was looking in his direction, getting his attention by murmuring those fucking words once more. "I belong to you now, Shu," she softly but boldly said, meaning it just as much as the first time. He looked up wide-eyed, an octopus-cut sausage pinched in his chopsticks and halfway to his mouth, just in time to watch her grab the front hem of her skirt and flip it up, her legs already shoulder-width apart, hips thrusted forward to present herself to his eyes.

He didn't get a good look at her before in the vent; seeing her pussy from behind while they were both crawling on their hands and knees was as good as just seeing her from below. The partial frontal she gave him served as a wondrous view of the 'v' shape between her thighs, her mound a prim little thing, hairless and perfectly smooth without so much as a hint of stubble from shaving. It wasn't even that she was waxed; but for what was on her head, Inori was entirely hairless, and would stay that way thanks to the latest in laser hair removal. That was new to Shu; he had expected her to have a pink carpet to match her pink drapes. Just like before, her pussy's outer lips were flushed and swollen with arousal. Her slit's inner lips practically glistened with their wet thirst, tucked in and tight, delicate and befitting her doll-like beauty.

He stared at her, and she let him, unabashed and far from embarrassed even as Shu's face turned as red as the costume she wore when they met. A very slight flush rose over the lovely features of Inori's pale face, completely borne of her arousal. As the seconds dragged on and soon passed a full minute, the octopus held between Shu's chopsticks fell from them, landing in his wasabi. He didn't notice, but Inori did. She took it as a sign and dropped her skirt, briefly smoothing it out over her thighs before turning on the heel of her shoe and swaying away without another word, leaving Shu with his mouth agape.

It never even occurred to him to get up and follow her, like she hoped he would. Inori went straight to an empty classroom and waited there for him, but he never showed up. That was fine by her, really. She knew she was already pushing the envelope of what she was allowed to do, and it was frankly a wonder no one had caught a glance of her since the first time she gave Shu a peek at her that morning. Sex in the school itself might have been taking things a little far. I should slow down, she decided.

She did not, of course. They had several more periods after lunch, and she made the most of them, all without exchanging another word with poor Shu, who spent the rest of his day learning -- well, very little, to say the least. Very little of the learning he was in school to do, anyway. His concerns and fraught thoughts only mounted and stretched further and further until they eventually crumbled and snapped, which just so happened to be during their PE period. It wasn't anything particularly special that pushed him over the edge -- it was Inori peeling her shirt up lightning-quick to give him a lurid peek at her breasts from across the gymnasium, easily caught if anyone sitting on the bleachers before her simply glanced over their shoulder.

Fuck it, Shu decided. He was going to go mad if he let all the teasing get to him. It didn't matter why Inori was doing it anymore, only that she was. Things became a little less hellish for him when he simply accepted constant glimpses of her body as part of his curriculum going forward. Those glimpses were of course no less distracting because of that, simply growing more tolerable.

Eventually, in the last period of the day, their teacher grew weary of his inattention and gave him detention. Detention, a place where Inori couldn't possibly tease him -- not unless she just pushed herself up against the window in the door and flashed him through it, but that seemed unlikely. Surely, she'd fuck off to do some Undertaker business instead of hanging around to harass Shu.

"-- Yes, Yuzuriha?" their homeroom teacher asked, turning his attention towards the one hand sticking up in the air, having shot up almost immediately after he delivered his sentence on to Shu. The entire class glanced towards her with curious eyes. For the most part, their new celebrity classmate had stayed quiet and kept to herself throughout the day, fading into the backroom during classes. Shu glanced towards her, too, a foreboding feeling crawling up his spine.

Inori smiled slightly, her hand lowering. "Detention is a bullshit punishment," she said, crystal clear and thoughtlessly crass, shocking every single person there except Shu. The room fell silent for all of five seconds before their teacher gave her detention, too. And as it turned out, continuing her daring, flaunting behavior was far easier in detention alongside Shu as opposed to outside of it.

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When they finally got out of school, Inori was no less decent about anything. She followed Shu home, walking close to him all the while. At his side, where his hand would constantly brush against the outside of her thigh if he wasn't paying attention. Just in front of him, after he caught on to what she was doing, so that she could make him bump up against her ass like that first time, the time that set all of this in motion. This time, though, it was his stiff but confined cock poking against her, not his face. All the while, they made small talk, never quite acknowledging what was really going on. So it went, a little dance all of its own.

He didn't ask her to stop and didn't ask her to go. He was still embarrassed, but there was nothing he could do about it. Now that he just accepted it was a thing that was happening to him, the what and the why mattered less to him. The two of them reached the apartment door and -- it just seemed like a given that she would enter ahead of him, that she'd enter his apartment at all. Shu hesitated for a moment, then entered after her, closing the door behind himself. He paused to take off his shoes and put them where they were supposed to go. Inori hadn't; hers were kicked off carelessly and left in the entry hall. Both of her knee-high stockings were set out with about as much thought.

How the hell is any of this real? Shu stopped to ask himself, before continuing towards the living room. Inori had ditched her jacket on the floor as well. He realized he should have picked it up and hung it for her, but instead, he followed the trail. Her skirt pointed him in the right direction, to where her blouse was almost properly put away, at least compared to everything else. It had been thrown over the back of a couch, which may as well have been good enough under these circumstances.

And just to the side of that? There Inori was, her back facing him. She should have been in her underwear, but of course she hadn't suddenly found and put on a pair of it. Instead, she stood comfortably naked in the middle of his home. Casual and carefree as she could be, she interlaced her fingers together and stretched them up and outward over her head, arching her back and rising on her toes as she went. From her sodden pussy to her erect nipples, her body was screaming for him to touch her, but she didn't let those screams leave her mouth. The pink-haired songstress turned towards him, entirely bare but for her hair clips and hair ribbons, and met Shu's eyes head on. "I'm going to live here with you from now on." A pause, a delicate one. "Your mom isn't home often. But if she stops by, I'll get a hotel room."

"... Oh, alright," Shu said quietly, unable to take his eyes off her. The earlier partial frontal was one thing; this full frontal was quite another. He had seen almost every part of Inori's body that day, but now it was just all out there, proudly displayed to him for the first time as one complete package. The sheer perfection of her body floored him. If she had spent the day doing anything but wearing him down with the constant flashing, to numbing him to her partial nudity, Shu surely would have fled the room. He would have grabbed a towel or the tablecloth or something, anything he could throw over her to make her cover up. Instead, his resistance and self-denial had been worn down. He accepted what was before him; that this was a thing that was going to happen.

Inori stepped towards him. Glided, really, though her bare feet padded along the floor like any other human woman's feet would. Though slender, her hips still had a curve to them and moved sinuously with her body. Shu stayed rooted to the spot, even as Inori stepped into his personal space and entered his bubble, assertively placing herself even closer to him. Close enough that her nipples brushed against his shirt and that her toes touched his socks. She took another step closer, and then her soft breasts were pressing against his sturdier, solid chest. Her waist pressed against his, practically molding against it. With their similar heights, she was able to press her hips tight against his, pressing herself against his hard cock. If his uniform's slacks were not quite so dark, her damp pussy would have left a noticeable spot on it.

"I only wear clothes when I have to," she whispered, lifting her lips to his ear as her arms looped behind him and up his back, bringing him in just a little bit closer to her.

There was nothing hellish about this, not anymore.

Shu swallowed softly after a moment, his hands hovering awkwardly to Inori's sides, unsure of where they could go. Though he was accepting the situation, he had no idea how the fuck to reply to that. "... Why?" he eventually asked.

"Seam allergy," Inori replied with just a hint of mischief in her calm voice, rather than give him a proper answer; she wasn't just an exhibitionist but a full-on nudist. "Sometimes fabrics and textiles, too. Is that a problem?"

"No," Shu replied weakly, breathing out and letting his hands slowly move to the top of her hips. "No," he said more steadily, finding strength and confidence in just how relaxed she was. "It's not," he promised her, letting his fingertips follow the gentle curves downward, moving backwards at the same.

"That's good," Inori murmured, shifting back and letting her forehead rest against his. Their eyes met, only an inch apart from each other now. The pink-haired songstress darted her tongue out to give her glossed lips a little kitten lick to wetten them. "And I'm your girlfriend now," she told him, plain as words could be, their hold and closeness giving them all the intimacy the moment deserved. "Because I belong to you now," she reminded him. "And you belong to me."

"... Yeah," Shu replied softly, his fingers moving down from the small of Inori's back to find the curve of her ass at long last. "You're my girlfriend. I'm your boyfriend," he said as he groped her tight bubble of a bottom for the first time. It filled his hand the same way her tit did, downright perfectly despite the difference in scale, nothing at all like the plush but modest pillow he had felt earlier. He was gentle at first, almost cautious about it, really, afraid his fingers might hurt her. The way that her breath caught and the way that she seemed to coil against him, not shying away from the contact at all, proved that his concerns were for naught. She was serious about this. He could be, too.

Things escalated quickly from there. Inori was the trailblazer, doing everything that felt right to her without stopping to consider where it might lead. After all, the ultimate conclusion of this night was already set in stone. She knew exactly how it would go down and had since the first time she flashed Shu and he hadn't mentioned it. Whether or not he realized it, he wanted her as much as she needed him right now. It was Inori who started their first kiss, a chaste press of her lips to his that gradually grew more passionate, more heated. When they parted, Shu began the second one before either of them had a chance to refill their lungs, more assertive and aggressive with Inori, his hands exploring her body with eagerness. She didn't shy away from him, every touch seeming to make her push herself closer and closer against him, like he was a drink he couldn't get enough of.

So Inori's hands followed suit. Of course, Shu wasn't naked and she had never undressed a boy before, but what she lacked in experience she more than made up for with eager enthusiasm, first opening his shirt so she could feel over his chest, then drawing her long fingernails down his abdomen, stopping at his belt. After a pause, she left it be and instead reached further, grabbing the zipper of his pants and tugging it down. Peeling off his pants would take too long. "You should become allergic to clothes, too," she whispered to him breathlessly as their second kiss ended. "It'll make this easier next time."

He didn't dignify the comment with a response, but he did grunt in surprise as her fingers drew his stiff prick out of his pants and into the open air. Inori started to smile with satisfaction, but then her fingers curled around his cock and began to slide along its length; the expression faded before ever taking hold, growing more intense, lips parted with equal parts surprise and delight. It baffled her how different his cock was to her toys at home, hot and thick beneath her stroking fingers. Stiff, but still soft. "God," she whispered beneath her breath, her slow strokes building until she was steadily jacking her new lover off, watching his face to gauge his every reaction.

Turnabout, as ever, was fair play. Far from being dumbstruck by the first girl to handle his cock, Shu's fingers quickly found Inori's more than ready cunt and began to play with the mewling kitty. Every little thing he had ever read or seen on the internet about getting a girl off ran through his head, especially the things women piped up to point out as terrible advice. Rather than turn his hand into a jackhammer, he found her clit and started there, watching her reactions carefully for cues. The way her eyes squeezed shut and her head tilted back right after he started slowly rubbing the little pink nub was all he needed to know.

He continued unrushed and unabated. Inori's moans began a gentle constant, and his own breathing deepened considerably as they continued to work each other towards what would have likely been a premature finish for them both. Her juices soon left his fingers slick, and his precum inevitably did similar work to her hand. Again they kissed, and this time she was the one that started it and led it, taking him with an open mouth and meeting his tongue with her own. While his free hand reacquainted itself with her breast, she grabbed his ass and squeezed it.

It was heaven, at least until she called an end to it all. When they both opened their eyes, Shu could see that she was finally blushing. At least, Inori seemed to be; it was just as likely she was getting red from a lack of oxygen after all their snogging. Nevertheless, the panting young woman released his cock and reached down to grab his hand, seizing hold of his fingers in her palm -- a slippery one, with how slick they both were. "Come on," she whispered, and he followed her without questioning where they were going. If she marched right out and into the public balcony that his apartment exited on to, he would have bravely followed.

Instead, she led him to his room. It didn't occur to him how odd it was that she already knew where it was, despite the fact there was nothing distinguishable between his room and his mother's room while their doors were closed. He didn't ask, and she didn't explain that Undertaker had provided the floor plan to his apartment. After studying it for a few hours, she knew the place better than he ever would, right down to where the remote was most likely to be when it was 'lost'.

Inori led him right over to his bed, utterly confident and certain, like she'd already been living here for years. She hesitated for only a moment, considering what she wanted and what he might enjoy. If she were less impatient, they might even have had a conversation to figure out the particulars of the night's inevitable conclusion. She decided against her favourite, against the position she fantasized about every night; the one she had a machine dedicated towards replicating. Maybe one day, when she could teach him how she liked it.

Instead, she released his hand and pushed him down until he sat on its edge, and there she straddled his lap with a dancer's grace, bracing her hands on Shu's shoulders. For the first time in a long time, she felt butterflies in her stomach. But Inori wasn't patient enough to be slow, nor calm enough to be careful. As his hands settled on her hips, she lowered her hips to sink down on the cock waiting for her. The porn she watched made it look easier, like each pussy had its own penis magnet that would make things perfectly align. That proved to be far from the case. The first time she tried to impale herself, his stiffness glided along her wet sex. The second time, it poked bluntly against her thigh. The third time proved to be the charm, but only because hissed her irritation and finally reached down to grab his cock and hold it steady for her descent.

That irritation drove out her butterflies. It was time for her to do or die, and she was reasonably certain she'd explode if she didn't cum soon. Inori was a virgin, but like many young women, the physical proof of that was long gone. And hell, while she might not have ever had a real cock inside her cunt, her pussy was used to things of its rough size and shape. With that in mind, confident in her experience, she took him to the hilt in one smooth motion, gasping throatily.

It turned out that all of her preparation had failed to prepare her for the real thing. "Oh, fuck," she whispered, filled like never before. "Ohhhh… oh fuck, Shu," she whispered, again and again, wrapping her arms tight around his shoulders, hugging him and pressing her perky breasts and stiff nipples right up against his chest. Inori had pictured herself riding him like a cowgirl, bouncing up and down his dick with wild abandon, but she could barely manage twitching her hips back and forth, stirring him around the deepest recesses of her truly deflowered pussy. Perhaps it had been a mistake for her to spend all day teasing him and showing off; it had clearly backfired.

"Inori," Shu gasped in turn, hardly in better straits despite the fact her constant flashing had driven him crazy for half the day. His arms looped around her waist, hugging her just as tight; he was just as much a virgin as she was, and utterly unprepared for the events that his celebrity crush had sprung upon him, carnal or otherwise. He didn't need her bouncing on his lap, either. Being inside her snug, silken cunt was good enough, the twitching muscles inside it doing plenty to push him along.

It was a miracle that Inori lasted long enough to kiss him again with a sense of desperate urgency behind her lips and the movements of her hips. A violent shudder ran through her body as she hit her peak, culminating in a powerful contraction in her cunt, one that may as well have grabbed Shu by the hand and dragged him against his will to the finish line. As Inori whimpered into the kiss, Shu groaned in kind, his cock spurting its seed deep inside her, even as her pussy kept twitching.

The pair of young lovers sank back on the bed, both spent, Shu's back on the mattress proper and Inori bending to simply lay in a haphazard position atop him. It wouldn't have taken them very long to disentangle and cuddle in a more normal fashion, but they instead both basked in the moment's afterglow, their sudden relationship officially consummated. Inori relished the feeling of his dick going soft inside her and the thick, wet presence of his cum inside her. For Shu, it was enough to have her there -- with him, her body utterly relaxed atop him, vulnerable and yet clearly feeling safe. Neither of them thought about how they probably should have used protection, or considered a morning after pill.

Those were problems they could worry about tomorrow, ideally after their third or fourth round.

It ended up occurring to them after their sixth.