Chapter 25 - 24
Upstairs, two floors above Kaito's, Haruto's room reeked of sweat and sex, the air heavy with their heat as Aiko lay sprawled on his bed, legs splayed, her pussy slick and swollen from his thrusts.
Haruto loomed over her, shirtless, jeans shoved down—his cock thick, driving deep, her red ass bouncing with each slam. She moaned loud—"Fuck... harder..."—voice breaking, slutty and raw, her nails clawing the sheets as he pounded her, hips snapping fast—schlick, schlick—wet sounds filling the space.
He grunted—"Take it, slut"—and thrust harder, her cunt clenching tight, juices dripping hot down her thighs as she arched back, tits swaying, nipples stiff and pink. Her climax hit—"Oh... yes!"—sharp and wild, her body shuddering, gushing slick over him as he smirked, pulling out to spill thick cum across her ass—white streaks painting her red cheeks, pooling on the sheets.
She collapsed, panting, her hair sticking to her sweaty brow, a faint grin curling her lips—fucked out, but not done.
They lay there, catching their breath—Haruto's arm slung lazy over her, the bed creaking as he shifted. "Round two soon," he muttered, voice rough, his hand brushing her thigh—still wet, trembling—ready to go again.
"You bet." Aiko replies with a smirk, gasping.
Aiko's phone buzzed on the nightstand, a sharp vibration cutting through their haze—she reached for it, screen glowing as Kaito's texts popped up: Hey, I've been distant lately— Work has been crazy, and I've let it pull me away from you.
But I want you to know that I love you so much, and you mean the world to me.
Let's have a date this weekend to make up for it—
I miss you and can't wait to spend some quality time together.
❤️💕
Haruto glanced over, smirking—"That your loser boyfriend?"—his tone mocking, eyes glinting as he propped up on an elbow. Aiko nodded, slow—"Yeah..."—her voice flat, scrolling the words, her face unreadable. He leaned closer—"What's he whining about now?"—his breath hot on her neck, peering at the screen.
"Nothing," she said, sharp and quick, pulling the phone away—not your business—her fingers tightening around it. Haruto laughed, low and cruel—"Funny as hell—poor Kaito, jerking off alone downstairs while his slut girlfriend's up here getting railed." He slapped her ass light—smack—a playful sting, her cheek still red, and grinned wider—"Two floors above, and he's clueless."
Aiko didn't answer—her jaw tightened, eyes narrowing as she stared at the texts—sorry... date...—something shifting, a flicker of unease cutting through her post-sex buzz. She typed back fast—Thanks, yeah,
let's do it—
I love you too babe
❤️❤️💕💕💕💕💕
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and hit send, her thumb lingering on the screen—Kaito. Haruto's laugh grated behind her—"What a sap"—but she ignored him, sitting up, her bare skin glistening in the dim light.
"I'm done," she said, voice firm, swinging her legs off the bed—no more tonight. Haruto raised a brow—"Already?"—his smirk faltering as she grabbed her skirt, tugging it on quick. "Too tired—can't keep going," she muttered, zipping up, her sweater slipping over her shoulders—get out, breathe.
"Crash here," he offered, patting the bed—"Plenty of room"—his voice lazy, teasing, but she shook her head fast. "Your place stinks—need to go," she shot back, standing, her tone biting—weird smell, weird vibe. Haruto chuckled—"Probably all that squirting you did—made a mess, huh?"—his grin wide, crude, pointing at the wet sheets.
Aiko glared—asshole—her eyes flashing as she grabbed her phone, shoving it in her pocket. "Good night," she snapped, curt and final, stepping toward the door—heels clicking soft, her hair swaying as she left, the air cooling behind her. Haruto shrugged—"Suit yourself"—flopping back, alone now, the room quiet save for his smug hum.
She stepped out of the dorm, the night air hitting her flushed face—crisp, biting, a shock after Haruto's sweaty heat. Her skirt swished against her thighs—still sticky, cum drying under the fabric—her sweater loose, hiding the marks he'd left. The vending machine glowed ahead, a faint hum in the dark—then she froze—Kaito—standing there, lemon soda fizzing in his hand, his glasses glinting as he turned.
Their eyes locked to each other in surprise.