Mega-playboy

A few minutes later as Junta opened his eyes, sat up suddenly, and with a slightly glassy-eyed stare, walked out of café K2R, unknowingly pushing past several people before walking off into the streets, soon leaving the amazed people behind him talking about zombies, or other weird things that get up and walk around after getting shot.

Walking on the street aimlessly, his mind was in a complete state of fuss, and couldn't recall the crazy things that happened to him just a while ago. Finally he instinctively reached into his pockets and found a crumpled up note from Saeki, reading "Couldn't you come to my place again tonight?" Remembering the last time he was there, he felt nervous, but decided to go.

He noticed that there was some blood stain on his shirt near the chest area, luckily he was also wearing a tank top inside, so he took off the shirt and threw it into a garbage bin nearby.

Meanwhile inside Saeki's apartment, Tomoko sat on the floor, enjoying the relative cool of the evening, stretching before exercising, thinking over the things that had happened that day, but particularly her confrontation with Ryuuji, and the crushing things he had said about her. She spread her legs, and began stretching forward over one, then the other, trying to make the routine motions take the place of thought.

She was starting to sweat a little when the phone rang. As soon as she answered it, she knew her miserable day wasn't over yet. "Hai, moshi-moshi, Saeki residence."

"Tomoko, it's me. I'm coming over today, of course, so we can talk about this again, and I can show you what I mean." It was Ryuuji. His tone was more tender and sincere than she had ever heard him, hitting a weak spot in her heart. Tomoko replied softly: "Ryuuji…"

"Ryuuji, where are you calling? Put that phone down, and come back to me quickly, please?" A young female voice came from the background in the phone, sounding as though she had just experienced bliss…

"I'll be over there right away, Tomo-"

BLEEP! Tomoko took her finger off the disconnect button, then tossed the portable phone hard onto the floor, and soon after that the intercom started ringing.

"What is it NOW?" She answered it, nearly shouting into the mouthpiece, "Hello?!"

"Umm, it's me, Momonari..." The voice had that peculiar echo of someone talking over the intercom from the entrance. Tomoko hit the door button, and let Junta in, and even opened the door for him. "I'm really sorry about last time…"

I was kinda lucky I started saying sorry right away when Saeki opened the door. 'Cause, man, if I'd really taken a good look at her first, I bet I would've lost it right there. She was wearing this pink t-shirt and a tight blueish-purple leotard, you know, the kind with high-cut legs? And she had these pink leg warmers on, going up to mid-thigh. She looked like she'd been working out or something 'cause her skin was all sorta glowy and flushed.

She had turned away from me as I apologized, and started going back inside, leading me in as I took a heart-stopping moment to look at her incredible legs and ass from behind.

****

I stood there, a prisoner within my own body, yearned for release, driven by a primal desire to love and be loved by the embodiment of beauty itself. And there she was, Saeki Tomoko, her unparalleled beauty shining like a beacon, calling to that confined part of me with an irresistible force.

As Saeki's luscious hip and legs moved with a sexy rhythm, she effortlessly untied the hairband that held her ponytail, allowing her wavy black hair to cascade down like a gentle stream of silk. It framed her face with a touch of whimsy, its free-flowing locks capturing the mysterious beauty of the night sky.

Witnessing the radiance of Saeki, it was as if her beauty was the key unlocking the chains that bound my true nature within. Her allure was a siren song, fueling my sexual energy, empowering me to challenge the heavy guard of my usually timid nature. Each glance from her, each subtle movement, sent ripples through the spiritual prison, weakening its walls.

****

She was walking away, saying "I was just here by myself. You can come by anytime." She paused a little, then continued as I watched the minute wrinkles in the tight fabric below her waist, and as I realized that she had no panties under the leotard, I started having the urge to throw up, but she just kept on, "My father works overseas and I never see him. The nights are always lonely..."

As Saeki spoke, her voice was kinda soft, like she was really feeling something, you know? She turned towards me, and it was like she was sorta floating, all graceful. Then, all of a sudden, she sorta lunged at me, looking really, I dunno, sad and desperate.

She wrapped her arms around me, and they felt, um, nice but also kinda shaky. Like she was trying to tell me something without saying it. I just stood there, super awkward, not sure what to do with my hands.

Then she looked away, and I heard her say, really quiet like, "I'm sorry…" It was so soft, I almost didn't catch it. It felt heavy, though, like she meant more than just those two words.

Suddenly, that usual feeling, you know, like I'm gonna hurl, just kinda disappeared. When one of her tears dropped on me, it was like tiny zaps of electricity were fizzing all over me. And then, it was super weird, like someone else just jumped into the driver's seat of my body, and I was just there, kinda watching from the sidelines, not really in control anymore…

****

As Tomoko's radiant beauty enveloped Junta, an electrifying transformation began to course through his body. Within the very fabric of his DNA, a profound mutation unfolded at lightning speed, a dazzling dance of genetic alteration orchestrated by the mysterious forces of evolution. Each strand of DNA seemed to vibrate and resonate with an energy that defied the limits of science, intertwining and recombining in ways that would perplex even the most seasoned geneticists.

Deep within his genome, dormant genes activated with a surge of vitality, unleashing traits and abilities that had lain hidden…

****

As she slowly raised her gaze to mine, the world around us seemed to pause, suspending us in a timeless moment. Her eyes, a mesmerizing hue of deep, rich brown, sparkled with the sheen of unshed tears, each droplet reflecting a world of pain and beauty.

Her gaze, deep and soulful, shimmered with an intrinsic femininity and a touch of melancholy, their depth accentuated by long, luxurious eyelashes fluttering softly like the tender wings of a butterfly in the morning breeze. Each lash delicately framed her eyes, adding layers of intensity to her captivating allure.

Above, her eyebrows arched with the elegance of a painter's finest stroke, rich and full, yet shaped with precision, their curves enhancing the expressive dance of her eyes.

Her face, a masterpiece of exquisite features, glowed softly in the gentle light, highlighting her flawless skin and the subtle, alluring curve of her cheeks. The light played among the strands of her dark, wavy hair, which cascaded around her like a veil of midnight, each lock weaving a symphony of shadows and light.

Together, these features composed a portrait of unparalleled beauty, an ethereal blend of perfection that transcended mere words, capturing the essence of a teenage girl's enigmatic allure and the tender bloom of first love.

As I was feeling this, Saeki pushed away, and turned from me, stifling a sob. "Are you crying?"

She shook her head, and mumbled something with a higher pitch voice. With a hand on her shoulder, I turned her to face me. "Don't cry…"

She brushed my hand away, "I'm not crying! I've got eye drops in! I am just teasing you, just like yesterday… Yesterday and now, I've been teasing you the whole time! Once you think that someone likes you, I'm going to abandon you!"

She pushed me away and dropped down to her knees, covering her face with both hands: "I'm the lowest! Don't be nice to me. It's just more misery…" The shaking of her shoulders and her sniffling let me know she was really opening her heart to me.

"What misery? Baring your heart, you are very lovely right now…"

When her eyes opened, she said "I don't have such a heart…" her voice suddenly trailed off as she looked into my eyes, and looked like she saw something that stunned her.

****

Tomoko's eyes, wide with a blend of astonishment, confusion, and a trace of captivated allure, followed Junta's every move. She stood there, a vision of bewilderment, akin to a delicate fawn bathed in the unexpected glow of oncoming headlights.

The once shy and reserved Junta was no more; in his stead stood a figure of confidence and charm, his presence shimmering like a constellation of confidence, casting a captivating glow like twinkling stars.

In the midst of this charged atmosphere, Tomoko found herself involuntarily drawing her thighs closer, a subtle but telling gesture. She inhaled deeply, a revelation dawned upon her, sending a shiver of excitement coursing through her. "Is this the magnetic allure Ryuuji spoke of? This rapid heartbeat, these trembling knees… Could this be the yearning for someone's DNA?"

****

Meanwhile, the DNA operator was walking through a closed underground amusement park, a relic of the bubble economy, when she heard a beeping from her parked time machine. "I wonder what it could be?" She hurried her steps a little, but not much, since she thought it would be a congratulatory message, like all the times before. Tapping the button, she leaned on the console, waiting for the congratulations…

"Ah, good, we've made contact! These calls cost a huge amount of money, so let's make this quick…" Her supervisor appeared on the screen, a tall and slender man with a mustache, and vertically styled hair.

"What's that? I've already completed the mission down at this end of time. About now, you should be registering a change or two..."

Her boss swallowed a couple times, then cleared his throat. "You've done it already? Hmmmm, we may have something to worry about now… you carried the wrong bullet with you."

"You shot the wrong bullet into him! Get a blood sample from the subject immediately..." The boss of the DNA operator shook his head: "This could be a real disaster. He could be turning into the Mega-playboy even sooner than expected."

****

Standing so close in front of him, Tomoko in her leotard with her hair falling gracefully on her shoulders was breathtakingly gorgeous and tempting. For the first time in his life, he felt the sudden hardness between his own legs.

Junta's hand slid down from Tomoko's shoulder, and began stroking between the top of her leg warmer and her leotard, and her bewitching brown eyes darkened, the lids drooping as she licked her lips.

Tomoko melted inside at the combination of Junta's honest caring with the sexual aggression he was showing... "I... I'm sorry for yesterday, Momonari-kun. I was mean to you, doing what I did... I set the mirror so you'd be able to see me, did you know that? I wanted to make you hot..."

Tomoko's voice at a higher pitch on the last word, making it sound as though the word had risen from the core of her femininity, as much a description of how she felt at the moment as of the reaction she had been hoping to provoke.

Looking at his smooth and handsome face, her hand came to the back of his neck, pulling his head down toward hers, her tongue stroking his lips instinctively, desperately hoping to make him open his mouth to begin tongue-fencing with her.

However, with another plan in mind, Junta was not ready to reward her with his first kiss. He bit his lips and kept his mouth tightly shut. She moaned out of frustrations, and her body slid a little down, her ass settling firmly into his hands, her crotch pressed against his thigh, rubbing slowly, enjoying the sudden stimulus of his unexpectedly hard muscles between her thighs.

Failing to kiss him, she gasped, "Momonari-kun, I knew what would happen if I stripped like that in front of you and said things to make you horny. I wanted to embarrass you..."

Her eyes closed suddenly when he gripped her ass firmly, sending a bolt of excitement like she'd never even dreamed of blasting into her soul by way of her moistening sex. "Oh, GOD, that feels so GOOD when you treat me like that…"

****

Without consciously deciding to do it, my hands moved, my right moved down her thigh, gripping firmly, then lifting, pulling her pelvis against me, my left going to her ass, my fingers going under the fabric of the leotard, gripping firmly. My mouth opened, and I looked her in the eyes when she opened hers, and said,

"When I treat you how? Tell me."

My voice had a tone to it I had never heard before, a tone not just of deep confidence, even command, but one that projected the attitude of waiting for obedience.

Saeki gulped, knowing that if she said what she was really feeling, there might be no turning back for either of them, but somehow needing to say the words.

"When you treat me like I have to be punished. I was going to tease you again, you know? I wanted to see if I could make you puke twice. You're so easy to embarrass..." her crotch rubbed on my thigh, and she blushed, looking into my eyes "or you used to be. I've been so bad to you, and all those other boys. Maybe I should be taught a lesson?"

She inhaled deeply, pressing her breasts against mine, enjoying the feeling of her nipples pressing against my chest through the thin layers of cloth, feeling the heat of my body reflecting her own.

The person in command of my body smiled down into Saeki's eyes, then kissed her neck hard, rubbing my pelvis against hers, my erection pressing against her, then pulled back suddenly, took a breath, and said, "You want to be made to deliver on the promises you've been making, don't you? To have the decisions taken from you, and given the pleasure you've read and heard so much about...."

My hand came sliding along her silken thigh, and as she kept her leg wrapped around mine, my fingers moved between her legs, stroking her through the moistened crotch of her leotard, pressing her lips apart and circling around a hard little nubbin of flesh that I could sense was giving her incredible pleasure.

"I can do that to you, but you may regret it. If you tell me that you really want this, I won't stop, however much you plead. Do you understand what I mean, Saeki-chan?"

My hand on her ass gripped hard for a second as I finished the question, and the flash of pain in her eyes let me know that she felt what I had intended her to feel, instead of just a flash of lust.

****

Junta's hand squeezing hard on her ass caused Tomoko's heart to throb for a couple of beats as Junta stared into her eyes, his gaze seeming to penetrate to her soul, telling her silently that this was going to be her last chance to change her mind, that he would either ignore further protest, or increase her punishment for trying to back out of this last chance.

Inside, she decided instantly that she trusted Junta as no other person she had ever met, and wanted to be taken by him, in any way he chose. If he was rough, or even cruel, some part of her wanted that, to make right the cruelties she had inflicted not just on him, but to so many other boys.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, throwing away even the pretense of shame as she moaned, rubbing her crotch against the hand he had pressed between her thighs, moistening his fingers as she tried to feel one of them entering her, "Yes, I understand perfectly. I want this, I want you, and if I say I'm changing my mind, don't let me. Right now, more than anything else, I want to be yours. Use me... please!"

Her voice panted out, husky and breathy with the way his touch had her melting with desire. Junta knew it was the perfect moment to leave her hanging and yarning for more. Junta retreated suddenly. Tomoko shuddered.

His voice, a melody of warmth interlaced with an undeniable strength, floated across the room. "If I could... I would have you at this very moment. But…, you already have a nice boyfriend…"

This confession from Junta sent a wave of intense emotion crashing over Tomoko, a whirlwind that her delicate frame could scarcely contain. Overwhelmed, her legs faltered, unable to bear the weight of the burgeoning feelings within her, and she gracefully sank to the floor. Her voice, soft yet resonant with a newfound audacity, summoned him closer, "Forget about him... come here…"

As Junta bridged the gap between them, leaning in with an air of tender anticipation, an electric tension enveloped them. Tomoko's eyes fluttered shut, her senses heightened in anticipation of their lips meeting in a dance as old as time.

Her lips, painted a soft, enchanting pink, mirrored the delicate beauty of cherry blossoms in spring. They were shaped with the artistry of nature itself, speaking words of sweet seduction. Each movement of her lips was a captivating dance, echoing the rhythm of a heart caught in the throes of young love.

Yet, in the heartbeat before their lips could touch, Junta hesitated, his finger delicately tracing the contours of her beautifully parted lips, an act both intimate and achingly tender.

"This isn't my place," he murmured, his voice a gentle caress against the charged air.

"What I truly desire is to witness your beautiful smile at school tomorrow. Goodnight, Saeki."

With those softly spoken words, Junta turned and departed from her apartment, leaving behind a tapestry of emotions and the ghostly imprint of a moment filled with unspoken promises and the beauty of what might have been. In his wake, Tomoko remained, her unparalleled beauty illuminated by the moonlight, a solitary figure enveloped in the romance of a night that almost changed everything.