Room 301, tucked at the end of the boys' dormitory hallway, was functional yet impersonal—pale beige walls, a desk cluttered with books, and a lamp casting a soft glow. Hikaru Hashima sat on the edge of his bed, elbows on his knees, watching Kikyo Kushida linger by the door, her bag slung over her shoulder, ready to leave. Their discussion about the study group's plans had just ended, the air still humming with calculated smiles and carefully chosen words.
Kushida adjusted a strand of her chestnut hair, her facade of a smile intact. "Well, I'll be going, Hashima-kun. Thanks again for your help. I'll keep you updated about Horikita-san, okay?" Her voice was sweet, almost cloying, but her eyes darted, scanning Hikaru as if anticipating a counterattack.
As she turned toward the door, hand on the knob, Hikaru rose in one fluid motion, his silhouette cutting through the dim light. "Wait, Kushida-san," he said, his voice low, almost a whisper. She paused, pivoting slightly, one eyebrow raised. "You're really careless, you know."
Kushida tilted her head, her smile faltering. "Careless?" she repeated, feigning innocence. "What do you mean, Hashima-kun?"
He closed the distance in a few strides, his gaze darkening, his eyes taking on an unsettling coldness. "You come into my room, alone, and you don't even thank me properly," he snapped, his voice sharp, devoid of the warmth he'd shown moments earlier.
Before she could respond, Hikaru leaned in, capturing her lips in a sudden, deep, almost brutal kiss. Kushida gasped, her hands pressing against his chest to push him away, her face hardening instantly. "What the hell are you doing, Hashima?" she hissed, her eyes flashing, her mask of sweetness shattered to reveal cold fury.
But Hikaru didn't back down. With a swift move, he blocked the exit, gripping her wrists to pin them against the door. He leaned in, his warm breath brushing her ear. "You'll pay properly for my services, Kushida-san," he whispered, his voice rough, laced with veiled threat. Then, without hesitation, he nipped at her earlobe, drawing an involuntary shiver from Kushida, who clenched her teeth to stifle a sound.
"Let me go," she growled, though her voice trembled slightly, betraying a flicker of uncertainty. Hikaru ignored her, releasing one wrist to slide a hand around her waist, his fingers grazing the curve of her hip beneath her uniform blouse. He moved lower, caressing the back of her thigh, then up to squeeze her firm, round ass beneath her pleated skirt. Kushida flinched, *mmh*, her cheeks flushing despite herself, her body reluctantly responding.
"You can play innocent," he murmured, his hand lingering, pressing harder, "but I know who you really are." He guided her toward the bed, backing her until her legs hit the mattress. She sat, half-pushed, half-reflexive, her eyes still locked on him, wavering between anger and strange resignation.
Hikaru knelt before her, his hands sliding under her skirt to slowly remove her panties. Kushida clenched her thighs, but he spread her legs with a firm gesture, exposing her already damp pussy. "You're not so reluctant, it seems," he murmured, a smirk tugging at his lips. He traced the insides of her thighs, then slipped a finger inside, exploring slowly, drawing a muffled moan from Kushida, *nnh*!
Hikaru stood, pulling off his shirt to reveal a firm chest, muscles defined in the dim light. Kushida, still seated on the bed, watched him, breath short, cheeks flushed. He turned her, positioning her on all fours on the mattress, her skirt hiked up over her hips, exposing her round ass and glistening pussy. "On your mark, Kushida-san," he murmured, his voice rough, almost mocking.
He unfastened his pants, freeing his hard, throbbing erection. Without preamble, he positioned himself behind her, rubbing his tip against her wet lips before thrusting deep in one stroke. Kushida moaned, *ahh*!, her hands gripping the blanket, her body jolting with the impact. "Fuck," Hikaru growled, his hands gripping her hips, fingers digging into her flesh. He began to move, his thrusts fast and powerful, his cock ravaging her tight pussy, each stroke slapping their skin together.
He raised a hand and slapped her right ass cheek, the sound echoing in the room. Kushida flinched, *nnh*!, her ass reddening under the impact. "You like that, huh?" he murmured, delivering another slap, harder, as he quickened his pace, his thrusts turning brutal. She gritted her teeth, fighting not to cry out, but her muffled moans betrayed her arousal. Her breasts, still half-covered by her open blouse, bounced and jiggled with each thrust, and she reached back to knead them herself, pinching her nipples with desperate fervor.
Hikaru leaned in, his chest against her back, nipping at her neck. "As I thought, you're not a virgin, Kushida-san," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. She didn't reply, too overwhelmed by the sensation of his cock filling her, her inner walls clenching around him. He delivered another slap, then another, each smack punctuating his thrusts, her ass now scarlet. Kushida climaxed suddenly, *haaa*!, her body trembling, legs weakening, but Hikaru didn't slow, prolonging her orgasm until she gasped, breathless.
He pulled out, turning her to lay her on her back, adopting the missionary position. Her legs spread, breasts exposed, she was a vision of vulnerability and desire. Her chestnut hair sprawled messily on the blanket, cheeks flushed, lips parted in soft sighs. Hikaru lifted one leg over his shoulder, thrusting again, slower this time, savoring every inch. "You're gorgeous like this," he murmured, eyes fixed on her breasts bouncing gently with each stroke.
He quickened his pace, movements turning fluid, deeper, his hands kneading her breasts, squeezing their soft flesh. Kushida moaned, *ohh*!, her hips rising to meet his, their bodies finding a rhythm almost tender despite the intensity. They made love like this, breaths mingling, eyes locking in a mix of challenge and desire. She climaxed again, muscles tightening around him, and Hikaru groaned, fighting to hold back.
He pulled out, sitting on the bed's edge. "Your turn," he said, voice rough. Kushida, still trembling, knelt before him, hesitant hands gripping his still-hard cock. She stroked him first, fingers gliding along his length, speeding up until he growled, *fuck*. Then she leaned in, taking him into her mouth, warm, wet lips enveloping him. She sucked eagerly, tongue swirling his tip, cheeks hollowing with effort. Hikaru gripped her hair, guiding her movements, breath turning erratic. She alternated between sucking and stroking, hands and mouth working in tandem, until he came, *ha*!, releasing into her mouth. Kushida coughed slightly, swallowing hard, cheeks crimson.
They collapsed onto the bed, breathless, bodies glistening with sweat. Kushida, cheeks flushed, legs trembling, stared at the ceiling, breath still uneven. Hikaru, lying beside her, turned his head, an enigmatic smile on his lips.
She glared at him, eyes flickering between anger and exhaustion. "You're an asshole, Hashima," she muttered, but her voice lacked force, her body still shaking from the orgasms he'd wrung from her.
He merely smiled, sitting up to grab his shirt. "Rest up, Kushida-san."
An hour later, the girl dressed, resuming her demeanor as if nothing had happened. Hashima himself was shocked by the change. But it made things easier for him.