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“You looking alright, kid?”
Ren stared at Sojiro, his guardian, as he entered Leblanc. He could usually do a better job of hiding when he was exerted from Mementos whenever he would come back from an exploration during the day. There had been times when the wounds were too much and he would take the time and wait back before going home to Leblanc. Today should’ve been one of those days.
But this… this was a different feeling. The exhaustion that hit when he entered the door, the weight it carried, the sudden weakness he felt…
“It’s fine.” Ren remarked through grit teeth. “…I’m just not feeling great.” Sojiro remained silent, eyeing Akira with a glance that was equal parts concern and disbelief, but chose to remain silent. “I pushed myself… too much at the gym.”
Yes, that was it. The general physical stress and exhaustion he felt, coupled with the soreness that ran deep into his body, the stress bearing down on his shoulders, the pain that had burrowed deep… that was it. Just overexertion at the gym. Just a few pulled muscles, some stiffness all over. Nothing more.
And it seemed that Sojiro was willing to buy such an excuse this evening. “…You should rest up this evening. Just because you’re young and you’ll bounce back doesn’t give you the excuse to get reckless.” He spoke into a Leblanc that was completely devoid of customers. “I’ll close up early so you can get some rest. It’s been a quiet night, anyway.”
“This is your fault, you know.” Ren could hear Morgana meow and speak from his bag. “I told you that you had pushed yourself too far.” The raven-haired youth said nothing, biting his lower lip to keep silent all the while barely able to walk forward.
Morgana would get his. The scathing reply, the sarcastic retort would have to wait until Sojiro had left and the two of them were alone. It didn’t take long for Leblanc to close, the older man looking on at Ren as he struggled to brace himself against the counter with a concerned silence.
“Listen, if you need the help…”
“…No.” He remarked, again through feeling the pain of a thousand suns burning through his body. “T-Thank you, Sojiro.” Despite the tone of his voice and the intensity of his body language saying otherwise, Sojiro walked away and closed Leblanc behind him, turning over the sign that indicated the business would be closed for the evening.
Morgana leapt out of Ren’s bag once the close was clear, once again admonishing Ren with a shake of his head. “You pushed yourself too hard. You were a fool to think that-”
“Don’t you think I know that?” Ren growled out, now free to speak his mind to the cat. “You… you think I’m unaware of the situation? I know how hard it is; I know firsthand!” He gasped, falling to his knees and barely able to stand. There were no open wounds, nor would there be any bruising nor would there be any blood flow. But at this moment, the sheer struggle and intensity to even stand kept Ren on his knees.
The smartphone he kept in the right pocket of his pants fell out and landed face-up on the floor, a single, blue flashing light indicating that he had received a message. Several, probably, but that was something to be checked once he moved to grab his phone.
“You should be so lucky you’re still standing.”
“You should be so lucky that there are laws against animal cruelty.” Ren spat out.
In a gesture of apology, or perhaps one of appeasement, Morgana had been so kind as to slide Ren his phone with his paw. The youth grabbed the device and stared at the messages. There was one from Ryuji and Ann, both checking in to make sure things were alright after the trip to Mementos this evening. There was one from Iwai and one from Chihaya, but the important one was from Kawakami. His homeroom teacher turned midnight maid… turned lover, Sadayo Kawakami.
“…Damn it.” Ren rose to his feet, barely able to stand and brace himself against the counter of Leblanc. Hands trembling, he was able to pull up her message and saw that it was time for a serious talk. What had happened between last time… the feeling of her arms around him as they made love… deep inside, Ren had known that was a one-time thing that wouldn’t ever happen again. His luck had gotten him far… but it seemed that was the end of the line.
Instead of reaching for the wired phone that he usually called Kawakami on, he grabbed his cell phone and dialed her number without a second thought. His breathing was short and laboured, exhaustion and stress still refusing to leave him, no matter what. After two rings, she had picked up.
“Yes?” She spoke, with a heavy tone in her voice. “Amamiya, I think we need to…”
“Sadayo…” He coughed out. “I… I need…”
“Amamiya!?” He heard the sudden sound of rustling. “Amamiya, what’s the matter!?” There was panic and intensity in her voice. “Are you alright?”
“I need you, Sadayo.” He coughed out, phlegm crawling up his throat and threatening to leave from his mouth. “…Please.”
“Okay, okay! Just… hold on tight! I’ll be there as soon as I can be, alright!?” She exclaimed aloud, but after no response from Ren aside from groans and grunts of exhaustion, she hung up. Morgana made his appearance once more, tail swishing lazily and staring Ren down.
“Joker…”
“Shut up.” He spoke, indignation and frustration running both strong and deep in those two words. “You don’t get…” The two of them met a gaze, Akira’s dark eyes meeting Morgana’s own and the cat walking away.
“Say no more.” He remarked. “…I know what you want.” Morgana snuck out of Leblanc, leaving Ren alone to bear the brunt of his exhaustion for several intense, slow minutes before there was a knock at the locked door.
It was her. Whenever she came, she would always knock at the door fully ignoring that it was locked and had a ‘closed’ sign resting from it. Ren could barely rise to his feet, limping over to the door and having just enough strength to open the door before falling into Kawakami’s arms.
In an instant, without a second thought, she had caught him. “Amamiya!?” She exclaimed, keeping her voice down to prevent any unwanted attention. “What’s going on, is everything alright!?” His arms clung to her back, feeling the fabric of her jacket. She had come tonight not as Becky, but as Kawakami, his teacher. His lover…
She helped the youth back into Leblanc, closing the door and locking it behind the two of them as she helped the boy stand. “What happened to you!? Who did this to you!?” Ren sighed through grit teeth, Kawakami sighing loudly in exasperation. “Alright, alright. Let’s get you up these stairs here…”
Moving a single step at a time, with slow, gradual movements from him and with her carrying the brunt of his weight, Kawakami and Amamiya walked up the stairs to the attic of Leblanc, where he was staying. These stairs that were so simple usually; something that he would pay no thought or mind of ever since he had moved here.
But now, in this moment, they were the most difficult challenge he had dealt with all day. More intense than the shadows, more intense than summoning his Persona… these stairs were his current, greatest adversary.
“A, ah…” He panted out, hands gripping tightly to her shoulders as they walked.
“H-Hey! Watch, alright? That grip of yours can hurt!” Kawakami exclaimed, yipping slightly in shock and pain once they were past the stairs. It was a short walk from here to the futon, but Ren couldn’t do it. The strength he had was no longer within him, and he moved to fall to the floor.
However, Kawakami caught him in both of her arms. “S-Sadayo…”
“Don’t talk.” She whispered. “Whatever it is you’re going through, you’re only going to make it worse.” She held him bridal style, his head pressed against her soft, warm breasts until he felt the familiar, comfortable firmness of his futon. “Lift up your head for me, okay?” Ren nodded, with Sadayo placing one of his pillows directly under so that he was comfortable.
She drew the blanket he kept over his form and tucked him in, sitting at the edge of the futon. It was just as she remembered from the last time she was here; comforting and inviting, firm and quiet. No matter how rough he was, that futon wouldn’t betray them and alert anyone else to such rigorous, intense, satisfying…
Maybe now wasn’t the best time to be thinking about all of that. Especially now, her eyes looking down at him with his face contorted, a slick wetness dripping already down her upper thighs. She reached forward and ran a hand down his jawline, a fingertip trailing along it. He was warm, but he wasn’t fevered. There also wasn’t any sweat around him… just what was going on?
She reached for her purse and unclasped it, pulling out a small pill bottle. She shook out two red, circular pills loose and plopped both of them in her mouth. However, they weren’t for her. With the pills still in her mouth, she pressed her lips against his and gently began to kiss him.
Ren’s eyes went wide, but he seemingly still had enough energy to respond to the kiss. Both of the pills passed from her lips to his and as they did, Kawakami withdrew and winked at the younger boy.
“Swallow.” She commanded in a playful and gentle tone that still had the firmness of her teacher voice. Ren did and his eyes went wide for a few moments. “I picked up some of these for you.” Ren inspected the label to reveal that they were just some simple, over-the-counter painkillers that he could’ve picked up from anywhere. In fact, he even recognized the label as being from Tae’s clinic.
“Thank you.” He began, puckering his lips for another kiss. Kawakami watched him and, only after a few moments, did she decide to reciprocate and give him a proper kiss. She leaned forward and pressed her lips against his once more, gently licking his lips so that her tongue could slip through and caress against his.
Every move of hers was slow and methodical; every touch fleeting and with every intent to tease and make him want more. She was no stranger to this, even if she had taken a far more submissive role when her and Ren had first embraced like this. Their kiss continued slow and loose, Kawakami pulling away and leaving a thin trail of mutual saliva that connected her lips to his.
“Feeling better yet?” She asked in a low, sultry whisper. Since she had come today as Sadayo instead of Becky, her frizzy, chin-length hair was its regular unkempt self, even if it did perfectly frame her face.
“There was something… you wanted to say on the phone. What was it?” She bit her bottom lip. Truth be told; she was calling to end things with him. What had happened several nights ago was a moment of impulsive weakness; misconstruing the feelings of a younger boy’s infatuation while dealing with her own guilt and regret for letting things even get this far.
But the taste of him on her lips brought her back- partially to how he was as a lover. He was gentle with her, but he wasn’t soft. The way he knew how to work her clit and kiss her while he thrust from behind… Ren wasn’t the innocent little student he tried his best to pretend to be in her homeroom class.
“Ren…” She purred. “S-Stop that.” He gave her a confused look, but there was this look of deviousness within his eyes. If he was guilty of something, he knew exactly what it would be. But he wasn’t guilty at all.
“Stop what?” He asked, furthering the tension between them. One of his hands had now left the confines of the covers and moved along her upper thigh; dangerously close to reaching the territory covered by her denim skirt. The older woman noticed and swatted his hand away despite a part of her wanting to see how brazen he would be. “A-Ah!”
“Well, I can certainly see that you’re in a better mood now.” She casually spoke, leaving her position on the bed while she still stared into his eyes. It should’ve been easier than this, so why wasn’t it? What was it that was still keeping her heart beating so fast and so rapid; so intense whenever he looked into her. “…Ren, I think I should go. I’m happy that you’re doing okay now, and if you need some time off to recover from whatever happened, I’m more than happy to pull some strings, but…”
“I don’t want you to.” He spoke out, causing her body to go rigid. “Stay… just for a little while longer?” Her heart fluttered in her chest. How long had it been since she was needed like this? Too long; long enough that this simple request had trigged a single drop of anticipatory wetness down her thighs. Thankfully her skirt was able to hide it from Ren, lest he catch on to the effect his words had upon her.
She bit her bottom lip. Every moment she stayed here, the danger only got worse. Anyone walking in on a teacher feeding her student medication in his own home would cause problems, let alone that she did so in a kiss. If she was caught in this moment, she’d end up locked away with the key in the garbage.
…That would suddenly explain the third drop of wetness running down her thighs.
Kawakami didn’t say anything, but she did close the distance so that she was at his bedside. Rather than stay where she was, she instantly straddled the younger boy. The look of an apex predator flashed briefly within her eyes before she brought their faces together; their foreheads pressing against each other as she spoke to him in a hushed tone.
“You really shouldn’t be in those clothes.” She whispered, feeling a twitch of life down below his waist. “They look tight and constricting… not conducive to proper rest and recovery.” Her hands then went for the collar of his shirt, getting a single nod and a nervous swallow from him.
“Y-Yes, please.” Heh. It was almost cathartic to see him in this state considering how their previous entanglement went. With all the care she could muster, Kawakami removed Ren’s top and exposed his bare chest. There wasn’t a single scar or bruise upon it, save for what she had already seen. Her hands glided across his bare skin, finding no tension along it.
She held both the white collared shirt and black undershirt he wore in her hands, and quickly discarded them with a toss over her shoulder. The garments landed uselessly in a small pile, the teacher’s hands still roaming her student’s body. He was so young, so firm. He put many men she knew to shame, even just like this. She leaned forward, placing a trail of ginger, teasing kisses along his chest where his heart was.
His heart was beating out of his chest, just like hers was. Good. It meant she wasn’t the only one stifling her fear. Every kiss of hers elicited some kind of reaction; be it a held-back moan or a rapid set of blinks.
“Your guardian is gone, isn’t he.” She spoke, more rhetorically than anything. Ren didn’t respond right away, but when his lips moved to open, a finger was pressed against them to silence the young boy. “Of course he is, otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to get you up these stairs without him noticing.” Ren’s breath hitched and he seethed, eyes locked on Kawakami. Both of her hands began to glide along his newly-exposed chest, gently tugging and massaging at his skin. “…Will you tell me what happened?”
“Stress…?” Ren answered, but even to him it sounded like it was more of a question. Sadayo narrowed her eyes.
“Stress leaves more symptoms than this. But stress also doesn’t compound your pain and make everything worse, at least without leaving a few knots in its wake. For you, Ren…” As her hands continued her massage upon him, she felt a hardening between her thighs. His cock had sprung to life with excitement, hard and virile whilst still being kept within his pants.
His cock. His fucking cock. Pure pleasure and delight like she had never felt before, stretching her walls and pounding her pussy with a youthful virility and energy behind it… something that she had so willingly and brazenly surrendered to when they last met like this. It ached to be reunited with her, and so did she.
“Ren…” Now it was her turn for her breath to seize up and go hoarse. She rubbed her lower half against his, grinding against his crotch and feeling the bulge of his length further grow and liven up. “Fuck, Ren…”
“Sadayo…” She blinked twice, feeling the warmth of his hand against her cheek. His touch was soft and fleeting, the energy and life he normally had slowly returning. Looks like those painkillers were working overtime. She lifted herself from her position, but only so she could pull the covers back completely and undo his belt. Her grip hesitated, but a nod and that damn smile of his was enough to rally her into finishing the job. The belt came off and was flung away without a second word; cast aside like his shirt. It would be of no use to either of them anymore. Without another thought, she pulled both his pants and underwear down past his knees and to his ankles, exposing his lower half.
She stared at the head leaking a single drop of colourless pre. There it was. There was this indignant, stubborn, virile member that had turned her from high-school teacher to high-school student within several thrusts. Kawakami lowered herself to get closer to it, gentle kisses being placed upon his shaft and head.
“You always have energy down here, it seems.” She spoke with a wink, which caused him to roll his eyes. “Don’t be ashamed. It means everything’s working like it should.” Without her having to ask or without him having to beg, she began to suck upon him. His voice hitched and his hands gripped to the cover of the futon for dear life, Sadayo making eye contact with him as she devoured more and more of his length.
He tasted the same as before. Hot and somewhat sweaty, but clean. He had just bathed recently. She savoured his taste, tongue running up and down his length all the while her eyes looked up at him. She loved seeing his reactions. This boy was putty in her hands.
“F-Fuck…” He groaned out. He loved every minute of it, especially once she began to slowly build up speed. Up and down her head bobbed, tongue twirling around the ridge of his head while her other hand pumped his base. His taut form and tight body were the perfect eye candy. It wasn’t a surprise to her; it would be a surprise that the leader of the Phantom Thieves wasn’t in peak physical condition.
“Is my Master satisfied with my work?” His cock twitched. Something about hearing her say her normal maid lines without the hair change and the maid outfit felt so goddamn wrong; his homeroom teacher was here, sucking his dick and dominating him so effortlessly. This was the power of older women. “I’ll take that as a yes, by the way.”
She stopped her work for a few moments, but only so she could pull that yellow long-sleeved shirt she wore over her head and toss it; letting it land with the rest of the useless clothes. She wasn’t wearing a bra, meaning that her breasts were on full display for the youth. Rounded, big enough for you to bury your face in and topped off with a pair of beautiful pink nipples that were already semi-erect.
Her blowjob resumed without a second thought; Ren getting a front-row seat to the older brunette taking him down to his base with her throat and lips and not even batting an eye. She was perfect; engulfing him in the warmth and comfort of a neat, tight throat with lips that absolutely wanted to dine on sperm.
“M-Miss Kawakami!” Ren’s strength was returning to him, and it showed the moment both of his hands moved to the back of her head and forced her down while he burst. His balls tightened and contracted with fresh seed, filling her mouth while also skipping it completely. Thick, pearl-white seed was shot directly into her stomach from him, and she swallowed it all.
Once his orgasm had subsided and his cock was still erect and ready to perform, the teacher got off the bed and shimmied out of her skirt. “Is that any way to treat a lady?” With the both of them completely naked, Kawakami returned to her original position of straddling him. Now, however, he found that both of his hands were held above him, bound at the wrist by one of hers.
“A-Ah…” He stammered out. Kawakami shook her head in disapproval before opening her mouth and extending her tongue; showing that she had drank it all and there was nothing left over.
“Don’t tell me I have to teach my Master some manners.” She raised her hips, gauging the distance between her pussy and his cock while she took his lips in a kiss. He responded to the kiss with far more vigour and excitement now that he had had a chance to cum, but she still held dominance in their embrace. In no time at all, her slick wetness was ready to ride Ren’s cock.
“W-Wait…”
“Hmm?” She spoke out. “Are you having second thoughts about all of this?” Ren frantically shook his head no, simply adjusting his hips so that she had a clean shot to go down to his base with a single drop of her hips. After nodding once, that was exactly what she did.
And boy, did she love every moment of it. Each inch of his cock felt more and more perverted; this student of hers now able to scratch a seven-inch itch that she didn’t know needed it. “Ren!” She moaned out, knowing fully well that she didn’t have to hold back.
The two kissed once more, Kawakami slowly working out a rhythm for moving up and down. Her hands ran through his own dark hair, gliding through it and occasionally tugging while his were firmly upon her ass. That denim skirt of hers hid it pretty well, but the first moment he watched her bikini bottoms get absolutely devoured by her cake in Hawaii was a thought Ren would never forget in this lifetime.
The pair were in this sync within moments, Kawakami bouncing up and down in tandem with Ren grabbing her ass cheeks. In spite of all of this, Kawakami was the one to do all the moving. A thin layer of sweat clung to both of them as they fucked, his cock pressing deep and kissing her cervix without any issue. This kid had no business being this fucking good…
Her lips strayed from his, trailing down his neck so that both of their moans could ring out in each other’s ears.
“Ren.” She moaned out. “I can’t give you up. I don’t want to lose you… not w-when you fuck me this good!”
“Kawakami!?” He gasped out in equal parts excitement, surprise and lust. “W-What are you…?”
“I was going to break up with you tonight, but not after this! Not when it means that I’ll miss out on this!” Their lips were soon found in another kiss, but Ren could see the fire that had awoken inside of her. Kawakami was a quiet and reserved woman at school, keeping up a messy appearance to hide her true nature. But Ren had seen it slip through when she was a maid, and especially now. Her hands moved to his bare back, gripping his shoulders with her nails while she bounced.
Ren had amassed enough energy to begin matching her bounces with thrusts of his own, always ensuring that she was filled with the full length of his cock. She pressed his forehead against hers once more, kissing and moaning directly into his ear.
“S-Sadayo…” He moaned out after trying his best to endure. “I’m going to…” The moment he hinted that he was close, Kawakami began to slam against him even harder and faster. She was adamant now about taking her student’s cum in her womb, just like last time. And just like the next time.
The next time…
The pair held their embrace for a few moments before their orgasms happened in tandem. She came first upon his cock, walls tightening and contracting to milk him for every drop while he flooded her womanhood with a reckless, animalistic abandon. Kawakami gasped and collapsed on top of him, kissing any part of his bare, sweaty skin that she could until their pleasure subsided.
With a gentle ‘plop’ that lingered in the air, Ren was spent and his flaccid member fell out. The warmth gushing inside of her was everything that she didn’t know she both needed and wanted, but there was a certain level of content that she had only felt in their first time. It was wrong, but God damn did it feel so right.
Ren was barely able to stay awake, so she wasted no time in tucking the boy back into bed with his head on the pillow and his cock cleaned by her mouth to ensure no seed went to waste. After a single kiss on the forehead, he was fast asleep without anything else to say.
Kawakami thought about leaving now, whether it was to return to her quiet, cold and empty apartment or simply to the bathroom downstairs in Leblanc so she could clean herself up. But… there wasn’t anywhere else she wanted to be. She snuck into Ren’s bed and slithered behind him, making him the perfect little spoon to her big spoon.
This was right. This was where she was meant to be.
And as for tomorrow? Well… she’d figure it out then.