Ecchi with Kaguya-chan

Kaguya Shinomiya POV

Strange...

From the very beginning to the end, Hayasaka-kun always felt strange to me, yet, at the same time, it felt oddly right.

Did my last command break him so severely that he decided to forget everything and start anew?

He was supposed to be distant, aloof, and entirely unreachable—yet everything changed the moment I coerced him into bathing with me.

Every time his hands roamed across every inch of my body, the pleasure I felt was something I had never experienced before.

Previously, I only noticed his reluctance as he applied shampoo to my hair and lotion to my skin, carefully avoiding the most intimate parts of a woman.

I hadn't even seen a hint of arousal in him, nor had I sensed that he was capable of it.

But then, my expectations were completely shattered.

Hayasaka suddenly began touching me there and there.

Not only was he more than willing, but I could also sense the deep joy—the unfiltered happiness coursing through him as his hands explored my body, from caressing my breasts to gently brushing my pussy, and even when he lifted my arm to admire my armpit.

I could clearly see the intensity of his obsession with my armpit and how deeply aroused he was by it; his gaze lingered there, his touch remained longer, as if he couldn't tear himself away from that particular part of me.

He was no longer reserved, no longer restraining the burning lust that surged through him as he explored every inch of my body with wild abandon.

His desire was undeniable, his erection prominent and impossible to miss, plainly visible to the naked eye.

My heart raced uncontrollably each time his hands made contact with me. I yearned for more—I wanted him not only to touch me, but to truly feel me.

I craved to know what it would feel like when he was inside me, to experience that connection, to be fully his, as he would become mine in return.

Yet, despite the overwhelming desire, a strange feeling stirred within me as I processed this newfound intensity in his attitude toward me.

Is this really Hayasaka-kun?

As strange as it all was, I found myself liking this new version of him. I liked how he showed me attention, how he was aroused because of me, and how his hands caressed every part of my body with newfound confidence. I wanted to kiss him, I wanted to possess him, and I wanted to take him for myself—yet, deep down, I knew it wasn't the right time.

I feared that I had broken him too much already, and pushing further could shatter him beyond repair.

That's why I treated him so kindly, why I was willing to bend the rules that said men weren't supposed to climb the tower, or weren't even recommended to do so.

As far as the rules were concerned, they only applied to commoners, to those in the lower rungs of society. Most girls wouldn't even dream of breaking them—but I was different.

I was the top predator in this world. My mother wasn't just a successful awakener; she was also a highly accomplished businesswoman and the leader of a powerful guild.

The Shinomiya Family was ranked third in Japan in terms of national power, and we were number one in wealth within the nation. On a global scale, our assets were worth trillions of yen, placing us among the top fifty wealthiest families worldwide.

Men may be rare in society and generally well-protected, but for someone like us, who stand at the pinnacle of power, capable of destroying entire continents with just a flick of a finger—specifically, my mother—it isn't worth getting too offended for the sake of men.

Most resources are ours to command, and that is beyond dispute, even including the men themselves. In contrast to my mother, who views men as nothing more than disposable playthings—used for a night, to conceive a child, and then discarded—I desire to possess Hayasaka-kun completely and utterly.

It seems my plan is finally working...

Previously, things hadn't gone as smoothly.

His disgusted gaze had made it clear, along with the disappearance of any goodwill he had once shown me, especially after I coerced him into bathing me.

But that concern is no longer an issue. His resistance has melted away. Now, all that remains is for me to proceed with the next phase of my plan—to make him mine, and mine alone, completely and irrevocably.

I possess all the patience in the world, and the time to ensure he becomes wholly and undeniably mine.

But my mother is not like me; she is far more impatient. She urges me relentlessly to produce an heir for the Shinomiya Family, insisting that I bear many children.

The Shinomiya Family, which once had an expansive family tree, was wiped out in a single night. That night, my mother launched a coup, massacring all her brothers and sisters to seize the family's inheritance, ascending to the position of Family Head and absorbing their power in the process.

Her cruelty knows no bounds, and her strength is unmatched, capable of freezing entire oceans or pulling the very moon from the sky and smashing it into the earth, wiping out entire continents.

Given her unparalleled ruthlessness, I know all too well what will happen if I ignore her commands or fail to provide an heir for the family.

I don't have much time left.

Tonight, everything must come together.

There can be no hesitation.

I will put every effort into this.

There's no turning back.

It's now or never.

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Hayasaka Raiden POV

"Hayasaka-kun, let's go." Kaguya smiled warmly at me as she opened the car door, extending her hand in an elegant gesture.

I hesitated for a moment, wondering about the nature of our relationship. Was I really just her servant? Or was there something more, something unspoken but intimate, lurking beneath the surface? It felt more like the dynamic between a couple, like how a boyfriend and girlfriend would act.

Could I have misunderstood my role in her life? Was I not her mere servant but, perhaps, her secret lover, hidden away from her powerful family, fearing they would never allow it? Should I test the boundaries of this relationship? The risk was clear—if I was wrong, it would only bruise my pride, leaving me embarrassed if she rejected any hint of romantic affection. And yet, my curiosity was almost unbearable.

"Hayasaka-kun, are you still with me?"

"Yes, I'm here, Kaguya-chan," I responded, my voice steady but my mind still racing.

After a brief pause, I finally took her hand. As I did, I couldn't help but notice the softness and warmth of her skin. Instinctively, I rubbed her hand gently, trying to gauge her reaction.

She didn't pull away or comment as I rose from my seat, and she calmly shut the car door behind me.

In the past, whenever I walked with her, I'd always maintain a respectful distance, or follow from behind as befit a servant. But this time, I decided to close the gap, walking so closely beside her that our shoulders nearly touched.

"Fufufu… If you keep teasing me like this, Hayasaka-kun, I won't be able to hold back," she chuckled, her tone playful, yet with a teasing edge. Without hesitation, she reached for my hand, lacing her fingers tightly through mine.

I didn't resist her affectionate touch; in fact, I found myself savoring the moment. She showed no intention of letting go as we continued walking side by side.

"You know, Hayasaka-kun," she said softly, "I'm glad you didn't pull away. Come with me, I have something to show you."

I nodded in silent agreement as she led me to a more private, secluded area. From her pocket, she carefully retrieved a delicate necklace. Without a word, she placed it around my neck.

"This is a gift, Hayasaka-kun. Please, don't lose it."

"Okay…" I accepted her gift, though my face remained impassive. In truth, I wasn't fond of wearing jewelry, but I still accepted it for Kaguya's sake. I wanted to show her respect, to give her the satisfaction she deserved.

However, it seemed my neutral expression didn't sit well with her. She pouted slightly, clearly displeased, and from that moment on, she fell silent, not uttering another word.

But a woman is still a woman, after all; their moods are unpredictable. On one hand, she seemed unhappy, but on the other hand, she quickly shattered that unhappiness with a sudden shift in mood as she flippantly asked me,

"Hayasaka-kun, do you really dislike my gift? Or is there something specific about it that you didn't like?"

"I don't like jewelry to begin with, Kaguya-chan," I asserted calmly.

"Then, did you enjoy touching me earlier?" she continued with a mischievous glint in her eye.

Before I could even react, I found myself slammed against the locker. Kaguya's eyes, once calm and composed, had morphed into something intense—predatory and obsessive—locking with mine in a way I had never seen before.

"Don't move, Hayasaka-kun," she ordered with a pout, her frustration obvious as she struggled with her shorter stature compared to mine.

It seemed to annoy her that she couldn't easily look into my eyes or reach me properly.

Her pout made it clear just how much that discrepancy bothered her.

I decided to play along, curious to see where this encounter would lead.

Truth be told, I felt a certain thrill in being so close to a girl like Kaguya.

She wasn't just beautiful in my eyes; she was also incredibly cute. And honestly, I preferred petite girls over the typical large-breasted women that seemed to dominate every fanfic. The latter always felt too cliché and mainstream for my tastes.

Kaguya, on the other hand, was different—refreshing.

Noticing my compliance, Kaguya seemed entirely pleased with herself. She gently lifted my chin, bringing her face closer to mine. Her breath was warm, almost brushing against my lips.

In an instant, her lips claimed mine in a fierce, predatory kiss. I parted my lips, allowing her tongue to explore my mouth freely and without restraint. Yet, it wasn't enough for her. Unsatisfied, she craved more, her tongue growing more aggressive, more demanding, while her hands tangled in my hair.

Her kiss deepened, becoming wilder, wanton, and I found myself struggling to breathe under the intensity.

Finally, she pulled back, her face flushed with a deep red, her breathing heavy.

She looked completely euphoric, as if she had just conquered something. Her eyes gleamed with an unmistakable joy as she gazed down at me.

Now that she was finished, I rose to my full height, towering over her once again.

But before she could say anything, I grabbed her and flipped her into the locker, pinning her against it with my hand.

Her surprised yelp echoed through the small space.

"Now, it's my turn, Kaguya-chan," I whispered, my voice low and dripping with intent.

I showed her no mercy. Her carefully controlled composure began to crumble as I devoured her mouth with newfound intensity.

But I didn't stop there—I loosened her collar and pressed my lips against her neck, eliciting a soft, breathless moan from her.

My hands were far from innocent as they roamed lower, settling on her hips before trailing down to her butt.

Another moan escaped her lips, even softer this time.

Now, I was the one in control.