Grand Gorgeous 21

Hidden behind the shiny curtains, the world outside seemed to fade away. Tomoko, with a boldness that took Junta by surprise, pressed him firmly against the wall with her hands gripping on his wrists, making sure that there was no escape for him.

Enveloped in Tomoko's natural enchanting body scent, Junta felt a life-threatening dizziness, like he was floating through a nebula of sweet fragrances. His heart raced, his forehead glistening with sweat under the close intensity of the moment.

"You're probably going to say something I don't want to hear. You've changed from the way you were a short while ago," Tomoko said, her voice a mix of accusation and curiosity.

Junta was so freaked out about looking down - that low-cut tank top she wore was so revealing, showing off her deep alluring cleavage intentionally. He kept his eyes glued to the ceiling like it was the most exciting action movie he'd ever seen.

Tomoko's eyes narrowed as she studied Junta's anxious expression. There was a pause, a breathless moment where the air between them seemed charged with unspoken thoughts.

"Well…" she began, her voice trailing off suggestively.

The air between them crackled with tension as she leaned in closer, still holding his wrists against the wall, her gaze locked onto his. "Do you want to do something H here?" she asked, her words laced with an intriguing mix of challenge and invitation.

Tomoko, undeterred by Junta's visible discomfort, continued her bold advance, leaning against his chest, her voice dropping to a more seductive whisper. "Isn't it a thrill thinking there's a lot of people outside?"

Loosening her grips on his wrists, her ample sexy cleavage gloriously on display, she pressed herself further into his chest, "It's OK to touch me."

Tomoko intentionally pressed her breasts against his chest to make sure he could feel them. He couldn't help but notice the two magic globes, fluidly changing shape when pressed into his chest. Through the filmy fabric, her breasts felt so soft and yet so elastic, mixing with the acute hardness of her nipples stabbing against his chest... the comfy and wonderful feeling was beyond any word could describe.

Embraced in Tomoko's warmth and tenderness, her rosy body scent so overwhelming, and her sumptuous bouncy globes rubbing against him, if Junta were a normal guy, he would be feeling like, a giddy astronaut who's just discovered a galaxy made entirely of cotton candy and zero-gravity ice cream sundaes right now.

However at that time, his thought: "Feels like an overcrowded train inside my mouth. It's overflowing with vomit! I've reached my limit!"

At last, Junta's gaze inadvertently caught the reflection of Tomoko in the dressing mirror. Despite the pandemonium, the captivating sight of her struck a chord deep within him.

The allure of Tomoko wasn't lost on the man inside Junta, the part of him that yearned for control and composure. It sparked something within him, a desperate wish to take the reins, to be the person he wanted to be in that very moment.

It was as if a switch had been flipped, a transformation triggered by the need to rise above the mayhem. In that instant, he changed persona once again, embodying a newfound confidence and presence.

****

Junta suddenly pushed her back against the cold wall mirror, his hand going to her neck, encircling it at the same time that he forced her eyes to meet his again. "Remember, you asked me to touch you, girl!"

Tomoko found herself abruptly pressed up against a wall mirror. The unexpected contact of her skin with the cold, smooth surface sent a shiver racing up her spine, a stark contrast to the heated chaos of the moment.

He grabbed the neckline of the tank top, taking a good hard look at her beautiful sexy cleavage, then brought his hand to rest on her belly, feeling the way his sudden violence was affecting her by sliding his hand down, and stroking her smooth hairless pubic mound on the way to running a finger between the lips of her moist, hot sex, and as he withdrew the finger, stroking her clit, then drawing the wet fingertip up to her navel, and pressing inward.

Tomoko shuddered, and Junta knew that the symbolism of even that mock penetration was not lost on her. Junta brought both hands to her hips, lifting her, her back rubbing against the wall mirror, then pulled her hips forward as he leaned against her, spreading her legs to either side of his thighs, supporting her weight on his legs as his hands started stroking up to her breasts under the racy tank top.

Her breasts, despite their ample size, were perky and firm, yet so when they were morphing freely in his hands, felt incredibly tender and spongy; her skin silky smooth, contrasting with the hardness of her nipples in the middle of his palms, giving him the most erotic sensations he'd ever imagined.

Junta licked her lips quickly as his fingers closed around her breasts, his thumbs moving to her erect nipples, pressing them inward, then releasing them as the other fingers tightened, causing her to moan at the pressure, and try to shift her hips, wanting to feel again the pressure against her sex, which had become more the center of her desires than she had ever experienced in her life.

"Oh God, YES, Momonari-kun! Take me here!" she moaned, feeling as though her entire body had been dipped into a lake of erotic fire, her very nerves combusting with the force of what she felt for him.

He smiled with tender cruelty, and whispered in her ear, "It's too soon, little tease. You need to feel more of what you made others feel before I take that little prize. I'm going to make you scream with frustration, then let you come down, then scream again, and again, and perhaps THEN I'll press you against the wall, and " his voice dropped to a much deeper tone, "fuck you hard."

He let his voice trail off as he pinched one nipple between thumb and forefinger, rolling it slowly as the other hand moved back down between them, and started stroking high on the inside of her thigh, coming close, but not touching her sex.

****

With Tomoko leaning against the wall mirror, my hands moved back down her body, one moving to her ass, the other around the front, stroking her through the delicate black lace panties, feeling her wet heat. I listened to the way she gasped and whimpered as my fingers, avoided touching her clit, rubbing her lips instead, then moving to her inner thighs, stroking there as my other hand stroked the softly firm mounds of her ass, squeezing occasionally as my other hand would cease momentarily its assault on her senses from the front.

At the same time, I was teasing her, licking her lovely little nose and lip dimple without kissing her, my tongue pressing against the tip of her nose as she moaned, then whining in frustration when I would come close to some touch she wanted, then backed away.

My head lowered, and I found myself gently kissing Tomoko's from the base of her neck, and moving upwards, all the way up to her sensitive earlobe, earning a seductive moan from her.

Saeki's ears, large and round, exuding the essence of beauty and loveliness. They were the kind of ears that caught the eye, not just for their size but for their perfect contours and curvature, and the delicate way they framed her face, making them the most beautiful ears one could ever behold.

And then I moved downwards, my tongue, licking her exposed seductive cleavage, tracing the luscious curves of her magnificent breasts, and when I was near the nipple, licking the hot, hard bud of flesh through her tank top, listening to her sexy moan, her hands tangling in my spiky hair, pulling my head closer to her tits, which were pressed against me firmly every time she took a breath, and she seemed to be breathing awfully fast.

I again brought my mouth to her moistened nipple, first licking the cloth over it, then pinching it softly, and tugging a little with my teeth, then letting go, and with my tongue, making sure that the cloth clung smoothly to her skin. Tomoko shuddered, her body, naturally arousing and lustful to an extreme, was super sensitive to even the slightest sexual stimulations of any kind… "Your body... soooo horny, Saeki-chan huh?" I teased her.

Drawing back my head, I brought the hand up from her ass, wrapped it in her ponytail, and pulled her head back firmly for a moment. "Now you're starting to know how guys feel when you wear some of those outfits you do, then dance away from their attention, aren't you, Saeki-chan? Do you like the feeling?"

****

Tomoko panted for several seconds, looking at the Mega-playboy, feeling her legs held apart by his thighs, his hand between her legs, teasing her, and the one in her ponytail forcing her to look directly at him, thinking, and comparing how she felt right then to her most exciting moments in the past... "Oh, god, YES!!!" she gasped out, suddenly trying to slam her hips up and forward, chasing his touch, then pleading when her attempt failed...

"Momo… Momonari-kun, please don't tease me like this. Take me to bed, and take me there.... I never played with any guy like THIS... I didn't touch them, and set them on fire like you're doing to me…"

Outside, a saleslady, casually making her rounds near the fitting rooms, stopped by Tomoko's curtain with a routine, "Is everything alright with the size?"

But then, faint moans leaked out from behind the curtains. The saleslady's curiosity switched into high gear, her eyes narrowed like a detective onto something big.

With a mix of intrigue and a 'this is too weird to not check out' attitude, she reached for the curtains. In one smooth, drama-queen-worthy flick, she whipped them open, ready to bust the mystery wide open…

Junta was awkwardly huddled behind Tomoko. In a desperate bid to conceal him, Tomoko had draped the hot pink dress over him…

Just as the saleslady looked into the fitting room, a dramatic change overtook Junta. His Mega-playboy persona, which had only just emerged with a newfound confidence and poise, flickered and waned. It was as if a switch had been abruptly turned off, leaving behind the all-too-familiar, overwhelmed Junta.

At point-blank range, her perfect perky ass gracefully embraced in sexy black lacy panties, rubbed on his face, his nose dived deep into the cleavage of her butt, creating a bizarre situation that proved too much for Junta's female allergy.

With impeccable bad timing, Junta unleashed a torrent of vomit like a high-pressure water cannon, right behind Tomoko's ass. It was a spectacle so unexpected and outrageous that it would have been comical if it weren't so gross.

The saleslady and Tomoko let out simultaneous screams, each one earth-shaking in its intensity. Their twin shrieks sent shockwaves through the entire shopping center, turning heads and dropping jaws.

****

Junta, fidgeting outside the ladies' restroom, was a bundle of nerves. He was dreading Tomoko's reaction to their recent fitting room fiasco. But when Tomoko finally emerged, she was the picture of determination. With a commanding air, she announced they were going to dinner, her tone brooking no argument.

As they strolled towards the restaurant, they bumped into Takanashi Kotomi, Ami's super nosy friend.

Kotomi was strolling down the street when she spotted a familiar duo - Tomoko and Junta. She recognized Tomoko instantly, not just as the renowned Miss Fukoma, admired by many in school, but also as a teammate from the school's gymnastics team.

What truly took Kotomi by surprise, however, was seeing Tomoko in the company of Junta. In her eyes, Junta was a complete nobody, a far cry from the popular and charismatic figures she usually associated with Tomoko.

Kotomi's eyes lit up like it was Christmas, and before you knew it, she was on the phone with Ami, buzzing to dish the latest gossip. "You're not gonna believe who I just ran into," she chirped, barely containing her excitement. With a sly grin plastered on her face, she tagged along behind Junta and Tomoko, not about to miss a single beat of the drama that was sure to unfold.

Their dinner venue was the esteemed Sea Zone, a culinary marvel in the city. The building was an architectural wonder, a cylindrical structure wrapped in enormous fish tanks.

As Junta and Tomoko entered the Sea Zone, they were immediately enveloped in its otherworldly charm. The restaurant's grandiose design resembled an underwater palace. Its walls, cylindrical and transparent, showcased the immense fish tanks that were brimming with exotic marine life.

The serene ballet of fish weaving through corals, the slow dance of seaweed, and the occasional dart of a small, brightly-colored fish created a mesmerizing backdrop. The aquatic lighting cast a dreamlike blue glow throughout the space, making the entire experience feel like a dive into Neptune's kingdom.

The atmosphere was a harmonious blend of elegance and tranquility. Soft, melodic music, reminiscent of gentle waves, played in the background, adding to the ambience. Patrons, dressed in their evening best, conversed in hushed tones, their voices intermingling with the faint, bubbling symphony of the tanks. Couples leaned in close, enchanted by the underwater scenery, while families watched in awe as a parade of marine life swam by their tables.

The waiters, donning crisp suits that mirrored the sophistication of the setting, moved with a grace and efficiency that matched the fluidity of the surrounding waters.

Upon reaching their table at the heart of the restaurant, Junta and Tomoko found themselves at a vantage point that offered an unobstructed view of this underwater marvel. The table was elegantly set, with fine china and crystal glasses that sparkled under the soft, blue lighting.

In this captivating setting, Junta felt a mix of awe and nervousness. The beauty of the restaurant was overwhelming, yet the sensation of being on display, in the center of this aquatic stage, made him self-conscious. Tomoko, however, seemed unfazed, her eyes reflecting the marine spectacle as she took in the splendor of the Sea Zone, a perfect setting for what was about to unfold in their story.

****

On the second-floor balcony, Seto Ichitaka and Yoshizuki Iori, a young, glamorous couple in their early 20s, were enjoying an elegant dinner. Ichitaka, an aspiring screenwriter for a TV station, was known for his keen eye for emerging talent. His girlfriend, Iori, a former popular gravure idol turned TV drama celebrity, was recognized for her striking beauty and impressive acting prowess.

As they dined under the soft glow of ambient lights, their conversation flowed effortlessly, a testament to their shared experiences in the television industry. The balcony offered a perfect vantage point to observe the restaurant's lively atmosphere.

Below them, the main floor of the restaurant buzzed with excitement as Junta and Tomoko made their entrance, choosing a table at the most visible location. Tomoko's allure was undeniable; her charm and grace naturally drew the attention of many in the room, causing a subtle but noticeable stir.

Ichitaka's gaze drifted towards the teenage sweetheart, Tomoko. Her presence was magnetic, and he couldn't help but be captivated by her.

Iori, noticing Ichitaka's distraction, frowned slightly. "You seem interested in the new arrivals," she remarked, a hint of irritation in her voice.

Ichitaka, caught off guard, quickly turned his attention back to Iori, shaking his head dismissively. "Oh, no, it's nothing. Just wondering what all the fuss is about down there," he lied, trying to mask his growing admiration of Tomoko.

****

Saeki, breaking the awkward silence at our table, let out her frustrations. "Sometimes, I really get so annoyed with myself. Like, why do I keep being drawn to Mr. Pukey here?"

I was totally caught off guard by how straight-up she was being. I let out this nervous laugh and just stared at the table, not daring to look at her. I was scared that her killer charm might set off my Mega-playboy side at any second.

Leaning forward, Saeki placed her hands on her cheeks, looking right at me from across the table. "The truth is right now, Momonari-kun is the worst," she said, her voice a mix of joking and serious.

She kept going, sounding really thoughtful. "But I keep wondering, like, why him? There's this voice inside me, telling me to be with him, to do things that makes him happy."

"And who," I asked, kind of not believing what I was hearing, "would tell you something like that?"

"My body," she answered, looking like she was really thinking it over. "Like a friend of mine says, it's like following instructions in my DNA..."

"DNA…" I echoed, kind of quiet. I couldn't help it – I took a quick look at Saeki. Her beauty was just... whoa, way too much, like she was some young femme fatale or something. Realizing the danger in her super alluring vibe, I quickly looked back down at the table, trying to play it safe.

****

Meanwhile, Ami and Kotomi had also arrived at the restaurant. They found themselves seated on the second-floor balcony. Shifting their chairs back from the railing, they positioned themselves for an unobstructed view of Junta and Tomoko below, careful not to be too conspicuous.

At another table nearby, Ichitaka found himself increasingly drawn to Tomoko's charm. Despite his efforts to focus on Iori and their dinner, his eyes would involuntarily wander back to the main floor, following Tomoko's every move.

In the back of his mind, a thought began to form – Tomoko had the potential to be the biggest star ever known to the TV world.

Iori, sensing something amiss, grew increasingly frustrated. "Ichitaka, you haven't heard a word I've said, have you?" she accused, her voice rising with annoyance. "You're more interested in that girl than our conversation."

****

"Momonari-kun has a mysterious charm." Tomoko confessed. "Sometimes there's this great never-wanna-be-separated-from-you feeling. My feelings swing from loathing you to loving you. I can't stand these thrilling feelings!"

Junta, finding an opening in the conversation, interjected. "Your DNA is ordering you to… you like me because of that reason? It… it must be an illusion. That… that idea… idea of… love… coming from DNA is so strange! Doesn't love come not from the body, but the soul… or something?"

Gathering his courage, Junta then said with newfound resolve, "Saeki-san… I'm telling you plainly! There's someone else that I love. Through some kind of mistake we've come to this point, but… I had planned to give that necklace to another girl when I bought it. I'm sorry… but please… please give it back."

Unbeknownst to them, the DNA operator was discreetly eavesdropping on their conversation through a minuscule drone, no larger than a bee, floating nearby.

After a prolonged silence, Tomoko let out a sigh and responded, "Hmph… as I thought, an outrageous playboy. A mistake, huh? But if I remember correctly, didn't you call me to come here?"

Both Junta and Tomoko were unaware that their meeting was orchestrated by the DNA operator.

Tomoko's smile returned, her confidence shining through once again."However… Now we're even. I've done cruel things to you before. Now let me tell you this. You said that you're in love with someone but I don't care. All I can do is keep trying until you take an interest in me."

Junta, unable to resist, stole another quick glance at her. Tomoko was making an adorable face, her hand forming an 'L' shape with her thumb and index finger. His heart fluttered once more. Not only was she the most alluring and stunning girl he knew, but her cuteness was also unparalleled.

"Now here's a quiz… what color panties am I wearing?"

Tomoko idly twirled the necklace pendant between her fingers. "Only one answer per person. The person who gives the correct answer wins this necklace."

Junta found himself once again taken aback by Tomoko's whimsical nature. It seemed she always had some playful trick up her sleeve. "Th.. this is also the command of DNA?" he asked.

Tomoko breezed past his question, "Well, what is it?"

Junta initially thought the answer was obvious. "That's easy! Isn't it black? I just saw it a while ago…"

But then, a moment of doubt crept in. "No… my vomit had directly hit her panties… I doubt she'd still be wearing them… so…"

With a voice tinged with uncertainty, Junta finally voiced his hesitant conclusion: "You're… you're not wearing any…" His words came out more as a question than a statement, his voice betraying his nervousness.

"Hmm…" Tomoko responded thoughtfully, lifting her leg slightly to rest her right foot on the footrest under the table.

"Let's look and find out if that's the correct answer yourself."

Junta, shocked by her bold suggestion, involuntarily let out a loud exclamation, "WHAT?!" His reaction was so intense that it nearly caused him to leap from his chair. To his dismay, his outburst drew the eyes of many patrons in the restaurant, turning their quiet dinner into a public spectacle.

"Is she trying to make me look under the table?"

Tomoko's heart was racing fast as well. She really wanted to see how far he would go for the necklace. "Don't you need it? The necklace…"

Internally, Junta wrestled with the situation. "It's my fault for not being upfront about the necklace earlier. I guess it's understandable that Saeki would want to get back at me like this. But, really? I have to go through with this now?"

With his face flushing a deep shade of red, Junta shut his eyes tightly. He hesitantly bent forward, lowering his head to peek beneath the table. The surrounding diners began to murmur and comment on the scene unfolding before them.

Several women, including expressed their disapproval, criticizing the pair for such shameless behavior in a public setting. In contrast, most of the men looked on with a mix of surprise and envy, marveling at how an ordinary-looking guy like Junta managed to have such an attractive and daring date, willing to indulge in such a bold act in full view of everyone.

Kotomi, her eyes fixed on Tomoko and Junta, watched in disbelief as they engaged in some outrageous antics right at their dining table in a public setting. She couldn't help but exclaim, "What are they doing?!"

Ami, equally taken aback by the boldness of their actions, added with a mix of disgust and shock, "He's going to peep inside her skirt? Scum!"

As Kotomi processed the scene, a realization dawned upon her. This could be the biggest scandal their school had ever seen if word got out about the true colors of their revered school idol, Miss Fukoma.