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I feel your fingers
Brushing my shoulder
Your tempting touch
As it tingles my spine

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Yuriko didn’t know how she got into this situation.

No, actually, she knew quite well how she got herself into this.

After one of their many council meetings Midari walked with Yuriko towards the latter’s club, as they have been doing for quite a while now, to play some mindless games and gambles for what rested of the afternoon. It was something that became part of their routines.

They were both sitting in front of each other, a game of shogi in between, as the afternoon breeze moved both their hairs in a relaxing and refreshing way. They had been talking about the usual as they played, about trivial things such as their clubs and its affairs, about their gambles through this hellish presidential election campaign, Midari of course blabbered about Yumeko and how the compulsive gambler kept on ignoring her (to which Yuriko just rolled her eyes), Yuriko talked about the game they were playing with her cultural insight on it (to which now Midari rolled her eye), and other things without importance.

Truth be told, they liked this routine they had, it helped them both to forget and disassociate from the havoc that was Hyakkaou and their responsibilities, and all the pressure that it brought as council members and thus best gamblers. They liked it even if they didn’t admit it.

They had played several rounds already, betting money for the time being, until Midari thought that they should spice up things a little. Yuriko obviously knew what was coming.

“I refuse to play russian roulette with you.” She declared with a soft yet firm tone, after all, it wouldn’t be the first time the masochist suggested they play that game. Yuriko moved one of her pieces on the board eliminating one of Midari’s. “Or with anyone really.” She smiled proudly of herself.

Midari rolled her eye with an exaggerated sigh. “You’re so boring Yuriko…” she whined until she saw the slit-eyed woman rolling her eyes at her yet again. She chuckled carelessly. “Still, we should spice up this game, betting money is a waste of time for us.” She argued with a wicked grin towards the girl in front of her.

Yuriko gave a slow nod while reaching out for her bowl filled with tea. “I’d suppose that, as you said, keep on staking money is indeed dull given the monetary funds we both possess.” she agreed to then blow the steam off her tea and taking a sip. “What do you suggest then? Oh, and by the way, it’s your turn.” She reminded.

Midari didn’t look at the board. “I’m not playing any until we make this more interesting.” She affirmed as her eye drifted towards the tea bowl in Yuriko’s hand. Midari giggled while snatching it not so carefully from her hands. “I still can’t believe you gambled your hair over this piece of shit, and that you decided to keep it!” she laughed making some drops of hot tea land on her thigh. She flinched slightly with a blush. “Nice…”

Yuriko snatched her tea bowl away from the masochist’s hands before she could pour the steaming liquid over her pale skin. “I’d appreciate it if you could refrain from wasting my beverage over some insane and masochistic desire of yours.” she berated with a small grin at Midari’s huff of annoyance. “As for the bowl itself…” she examined it into her hands, letting the hot ceramic of it warm her hands as memories of the day she gambled for it engulfed her. “Well, it is a national treasure, or it could have been since I never got to verify that fact, and as to why I kept it, well… it’s pretty.” She settled while taking another sip of tea.

Midari watched her movements with a small and careless cackle. “You said it yourself, it might as well be a piece of trash, though I give you the fact that’s pretty.” She scratched the back of her neck. “Now! Back to the game, as I was saying-”

“I won’t partake in any games that endangers mine or your life nor any that could potentially harm us in the way.” She informed before the masochist could finish.

Midari huffed with a hand over her forehead. “Yeez, let me finish woman!” she exclaimed slightly annoyed at the traditional girl’s warnings to then stare at her with a naughty smirk. “I was just gonna propose an innocent game of questions.”

Yuriko furrowed her brows at her with distrust. “I hardly believe anything’s innocent with you.”

That made Midari laugh loudly. “You think so badly of me?! Please don’t flatter me Yuriko.” She teased in between giggles. “But no, seriously, I’m offering to play a simple questioning game while we play our turns in this boring-ass shogi.” She explained while gazing at Yuriko who stared back at her with the same face of distrust as before. “C’mon Yurikooo, don’t be a stick in ass and play with me, I promise I’ll be good!” she pleaded while trying to pull off her best puppy eye.

Yuriko had to fight the urge to laugh at that. She sighed in defeat. “I guess that with you this is the best I can afford… okay, I’ll play.” she confirmed with a tone of defeat and an expression that said she was sure going to regret it.

“Nice!” she said with a triumphant smile while settling closer to the board and thus the woman in front of her. She examined the board in between them and its pieces, grabbing one of hers between her fingers. “First question.” She announced, still looking down at the board thinking of her next move. “Do you like the prez?” she asked to then put the piece in between her purple fingernails in a position on the board that left one of the traditional woman’s out.

Yuriko’s eyebrows went up in surprise, she did not expect this question from someone like Midari. “She’s devious, manipulative, and a calculating woman with little regard for anything or anyone else that’s not interesting or amusing at her eyes… I can understand why some could hate or even fear her, even I feel a little of the last towards her.” She explained in a tranquil voice to then be deep in thought. “But she is also proper, educated and intelligent… I can see she’s fond of Sayaka, and at some degree she cares about us council members… I respect her a lot, and maybe I do not dislike her as much as other people do.” She added calmly.

Midari just stared at her, humming at her response. “Well that was a whole damn essay about the prez.” She chuckled. “Yeah she’s great, though she’s still yet to cash on what she rightfully owns me.” She stated in between giggles while covering her eyepatch with her hand and a blush.

Yuriko just shook her head in disappointment. She picked up one of her shogi pieces. “My turn.” She announced so the masochist would pay attention. “Do you actually want to die?” she asked cautiously, for even though it was a known fact that the masochist wished constantly for her final day to come, death was still a delicate subject, and she did not know how Midari would react to be asked about it so bluntly.

Midari stared at her with a serious expression for a couple of seconds before bursting out in laughter. “Well of course I do! what? Did you think that wanting my death was a charade of mine? Something I use to scare other people? Or no! even better, a cheesy and lame coping mechanism that comes from some childish trauma?!” she replied mockingly while still laughing out loud as poor Yuriko cringed in front of her, groaning in slight annoyance at Midari’s comebacks for they were true. Yuriko had thought, maybe even wished, that the deranged death wish of her counterpart was one of the options she had stated. “Damn Midari and her insightfulness… though I still believe some of them.” Thought the slit-eyed woman.

Once Midari calmed her maniac cackles down, she just shrugged carelessly. “But you know, it’s more than just wanting to die.” She added absentmindedly, and Yuriko’s interest perked up at this. “It’s like a rollercoaster you know? A rollercoaster where I’m stuck at the peak, the excitement and anticipation of going down always there but never getting to experience it at it’s fullest… death it’s just the pleasurable end of said rollercoaster.” She admitted, a lost and detached look in her single eye, and Yuriko could only nod at her confession. Then Midari seemed to remember where she was at and who was with her. She giggled carelessly while stretching her arms. “Sometimes I even dream about it, usually the prez or Yumeko are at the end of it pointing a gun at my head.”

“And there she is again.” Thought Yuriko with a drop of sweat on her temple, though with a grin nonetheless. “Your turn.” She said while placing her piece on the board.

Midari surveyed the board, her fingers grasping her chin in thought. “Have ya ever kissed someone?” she asked like if it was nothing.

Yuriko frowned. “I’m pretty sure you already know the answer to that one.”

Midari smirked as she glanced at her. “Oh right, that guy in middle school and the other one who became a house pet.” She recalled to then check Yuriko out. She snorted. “Really Yuriko I don’t know what the fuck you were thinking, you can do way better than that!” she affirmed.

Yuriko knitted her eyebrows together with a shrug. “I guess I was just a young and foolish girl… and just to be clear about it, I let him kiss me before he became a house pet.” She argued with a serious tone of voice, a faint blush daring to appear over her cheeks.

Midari of course, laughed. “Yeah keep telling yourself that sister!” she mocked to then move her piece on the board. “Your turn.”

Yuriko was deep in thought now. Her next question needed to be good, or at least good enough to backfire at the masochist’s mocking over her. “Have you ever loved someone?” she saw how Midari smiled with a blush over her pale cheeks as she rushed to answer. But Yuriko was faster. “And by that I do not mean obsessing over someone.” She cleared.

Midari came to a halt. Until Yuriko said the last, she was ready to moan Yumeko’s name, maybe even the president’s, but now she couldn’t. Midari wasn’t stupid, she knew she didn’t love them, fuck, Midari wasn’t even sure she could even feel such a feeling towards anyone else if she were to be honest with herself, but she’d rather obsess over the possibility of a feeling she knew wasn’t coming rather than not feel anything at all. “Fuck no… been there, done that.” Thought the masochist.

Midari stayed quite for a long moment, and Yuriko feared she might have pushed her and their somewhat trust too far. She was ready to apologize and ask another question until Midari whispered. “Do you… do you remember Ayame?” she asked slowly, her head bowed down.

Yuriko was surprised Midari was willing to answer and share this information with her. Maybe she underestimated the trust the masochist had towards her. “Oh, right, I almost forgot about her…” she answered cautiously. “She was a witness of our gamble after all.”

Midari giggled at the memory. “Yeah, she was…” she let go of a weary sigh. “I don’t think I got to love her… I mean yeah I cared about her and I said I “luv” her once but… I dunno, it´s not the same, and we didn’t date for too long.” She giggled carelessly. “Poor girl got in mess even I couldn’t help her get out of, good thing she got out of Hyakkaou before anything worse could´ve happen.” She explained with a half smile. “But yeah, she’s the closest I’ve ever been to loving someone… does that suffice you as an answer?” she asked towards a silent Yuriko with a smirk.

“It does.” Replied the slit eyed woman, and for a second she had the awkward urge to held Midari’s hand in a comforting way. She slightly shook her head. “Do you miss her?”

Midari grinned. “Hey, it’s just one question per round missy, but if you wanna know so badly then no, I don’t miss her… or at least I don’t anymore.” She shrugged carelessly to then chuckle. “I don’t think we would’ve lasted much longer anyways, she had potential but was too afraid and shy to embrace it and besides I think she had a thing for Naoe.” She laughed and Yuriko giggled as well. Then Midari checked out the woman in front of her. “I bet she had a thing for you too.” She added with a catlike smirk.

Yuriko did not expect that. “Pardon?”

Midari snorted. “Yeah! Like, I remember she wouldn’t stop staring at you during our gamble, and she would blabber about how beautiful and graceful you were.” She said in her best Ayame voice. “It’s not like she was lying though, don’t humble yourself Yuriko.” She said in between giggles.

Yuriko took a deep intake of breath. “Well, that’s nice of her.” She then focused on the board between them. “Your turn.”

“Have you ever fucked?”

Yuriko’s eyes widened at the unashamed question. “Excuse me-”

“Oh, my deepest apologies.” Midari was summoning all her power of will to prevent her cackles to be heard across all of Hyakkaou. “What I meant was; have you, fair lady, ever engaged on the intimate yet pleasurable act of love making?” She mocked with a catlike grin.

Yuriko shook her head with disappointment, a deep red blush covering the entirety of her face. “You are impossible Midari, and I refuse to give you the satisfaction of a response.” She stated, her features as stoic as possible.

Midari laughed even more at her reaction. “Is that a yes or a no then?” She asked, but Yuriko remained still and serious. Midari pouted. “Oh come ooon, you said you’ll play…” The masochist’s pout then changed into an impish half smile. “Or maybe it is that you’re too ashamed to answer? What, you’ve fucked more than five guys? Maybe even more than ten?! Girls too?! Gang-bangs?!” She yelled with what could only be described as a maniac countenance while the slit-eyed woman remained silent. “Damn Yuriko you did all of those and didn’t think of inviting me to participate? Tch, what a friend…” she teased.

Yuriko scorned. “Of course I haven’t done any of those you pervert!” She scolded with a furious blush, her hands made fists at her lap. This game was mortifying her, but she had agreed to play it knowing more or less what Midari would ask her. “But must she be so shameless about it? Someone could walk in for goodness-sake!” She knew she had to answer, after all she was a woman of her word, and besides if she didn´t answer Midari would continue on teasing her endlessly. Yuriko sighed, her hands grasping her kimono into fists. “I think…” she said. “That you can imagine the answer.”

Midari just stared at her with an unreadable countenance, feeling a little of compassion towards her bashful companion. “What I imagine here doesn´t matter.” She replied with seriousness, something that took Yuriko aback. “It doesn’t matter whatever the fuck the answer I think it is as well… the only thing that does is your own response, even if it’s a lie.” She assured while trying, in her own way, to give her councilmate some comfort.

Yuriko was really taken aback.

She knew the masochist well enough to acknowledge the purpose behind the words she just said. Midari was really giving her chance, an easy way out, to answer whatever it suited her, meaning that even if she has had intercourse with someone she could lie about it and Midari would take it as the truth.

The thought made her smile slightly.

“I wouldn’t lie to you.” The slit-eyed woman said softly, but then deemed that answer too intimate for the likes of Midari and the situation. She cleared her throat. “Or anyone for that matter.” She then took a deep intake of breath while looking at the masochist straight in the eye. “I have not had intercourse with anyone yet.”

Midari half smiled. “See? That wasn’t so hard now.” She then chuckled with an impish smirk while moving her shogi piece on the board. “Not even blow-?”

“Don’t you even dare.” Yuriko threatened curtly, something that made the one-eyed girl laugh. She huffed in exasperation. “Why does almost everything with you have to be sexual?”

The masochist laughed even harder. “For two main reasons.” She raised one finger. “The first one being that I just love seeing your face when we talk about this!” she mocked to then raise a second finger. “The second one´s because sex´s just the best.” She added with a careless shrug.

Yuriko just rolled her eyes at both of her reasons. “I doubt it is the best.”

“That’s because you haven´t tried it yet.” Midari assured with a grin.

Yuriko rolled her eyes for like the fifth time in a minute. “I´m not saying that the act couldn´t be… enjoyable, but I think there are still more fulfilling things in life.” She countered back.

Midari furrowed her brow with a disbelieving smile. “Oh yeah? Such as?”

“Such as reading a good book, sharing a cup of tea with a friend, practice a sport maybe?” she offered with a chuckle to then glance down at her tea bowl, circling it with her middle finger on the edges. “And of course, loving someone.” She smirked up to Midari. “I think those simple acts that get us through the day are more fulfilling than any other physical experience.”

Midari just rolled her eyes. “Wrong!” she cackled while Yuriko huffed. “You’re so cheesy Yuriko, and let me offer a comeback to everything you just said.” She cracked her fingers while taking a deep intake of breath. “Reading is boring as fuck, I can think of a bazillion drinks more interesting to share with someone rather than tea, sports? Yeah I can dig that but it doesn´t get me off at the end of the day and love? Really?” she mocked with a chuckle. “What happened with fucking the one you love?” she countered back with a smirk.

Yuriko gulped. “It´s true that loving someone and being in a relationship leads to… you know damn well what it leads to.” She replied a little frustrated, something that made the masochist laugh out loud. “But I think that comes in second place, it´s not a priority, first comes being with your loved one in a non-sexual way.” She assured.

“Well I think that’s bullshit.” She replied to then rest her elbows on her crossed knees. “Anyways, let´s keep playing.” She urged. Though Midari wouldn´t admit it, she was actually very invested in this little game they were playing. “And I can’t wait to ask Yuriko my next question…” she thought mischievously.   

Yuriko looked down at the board, analyzing her next move and thinking of a question she could ask to her masochistic counterpart. “Do you really believe Yumeko is going to give you what you want?” She moved her piece on the board, eating one of Midari’s out of the game.

The one-eyed girl raised her eyebrows with surprise at the question. “He-hey that was a low move.” She said with a quivering smile. Midari was deep in thought for a moment. “Do I really believe Yumeko can give me what I want? Will she really be the one to kill me someday? Or at least give me the attention I crave?” Midari furrowed her brow to then glance up at Yuriko who was waiting for her answer patiently. She shrugged. “I mean, anyone who has the guts can give me what I crave.” She smiled carelessly. “But hoping is free, especially after the grand meeting tournament, and the fact that a woman as amazing as her could be the one to get the deed done just makes it even more pleasurable.” She chuckled with a dreamy eye.

“I’ll take that as a no then.” Yuriko replied. “Your turn-”

“Have ya ever masturbated?” she asked without waiting for Yuriko to finish what she was about to say, and at the bewildered expression the slit-eyed woman had, she burst out in laughter.

Yuriko pinched the bridge of her nose in exasperation. “Why must you be like this?”

Midari dried a tear off her eye. “Hey, it’s a legitimate question.” She replied playfully.

The slit eyed woman counted to ten in her head to regain some patience. “I´m not saying it´s not but, must you ask it? Especially after the answer I gave you for your last question.” She shook her head. “I really do not see the point.”  

Midari raised an eyebrow with a grin. “What point is there to be? Fucking and masturbating´s not the same.” She laughed. “You can perfectly have one without the other Yuriko.” The masochist assured with a seductive countenance.

Yuriko remained silent, a small yet visible blush creeping up her cheeks at the intense gaze Midari was giving her. “Maybe, but I would have thought you more insightful and realize the answer to this question by the answer of the last one.” She stated before taking a long sip of tea.

At this Midari furrowed her brow in confusion. At first, she had planned on asking this question out of sheer mischievousness, just to tease the conservative woman a little and to see the look on her blushing face. “Adorable.” Thought the masochist with a mocking chuckle. But now it was different. Now Midari was really curious, and if the answer she was thinking of was indeed true, then she was thunderstrucked.

Midari blinked a few times before coming back to herself. “Wait, wait, wait.” She said with a hand gesture of stop. She stared at Yuriko with seriousness. “Are you really telling me that you, in your seventeen years of life, have never, ever, touched yourself?!” she asked with her eye almost popping out of her socket, and at Yuriko´s shake of her head, her jaw dropped to the ground. “You must be fucking kidding me, not even a little? Just a rub?” she asked with a trembling smile of astonishment.

Yuriko held her head high. “No Midari, even if it might appear impossible for someone as promiscuous as you, I have never self-indulged myself in that way.” She vowed truthfully. And Midari believed her every word.

The masochist blinked a few times before replying. “Bu-but why haven’t you? Why the hell you´d punish yourself like that?!” she asked before laughing out loud, quite entertained with the situation. “C´mon Yuriko at least you must´ve thought about doing it, like, you must feel horny every now and then, you´re human after all, you have needs because, you´re human right?” she asked with a playful smirk on her face as she reached with her hand forward to start poking Yuriko´s face as if trying to see if she weren´t some kind of robot.

Yuriko slapped Midari´s hand away with a frown. “Of course I´m human you idiot!” she berated as her counterpart laughed with a shrug. “And…” She was about to give an explanation until she remembered the topic of conversation. She glanced to the side in embarrassment, her cheeks turning pink.

Midari chuckled, feeling a little sympathy for her bashful friend. “No need to be so skittish about it Yuriko and besides you better say something or otherwise we both know I´ll be bugging your ass until you answer!” she mocked playfully.

Yuriko blushed even harder while lifting a hand towards her mouth. “I…” “Why am I even thinking of giving her the satisfaction of an answer?” she thought. “Well, like she said, she won´t leave me alone until I do, although, Midari wouldn´t push it if I really do feel uncomfortable about it… right?” she glanced at the smirking masochist. “Better not risk it, otherwise she could ask me again in the hallways where there are other students.” She took a deep intake of breath while forcing herself to stan her ground proudly, though the blush never left. “I… will admit that the thought has crossed my mind.” She gulped while Midari laughed triumphantly. “But be damn sure that I have not given in to my desires.”

“And why the hell haven’t you? Don’t ya wanna have a good time?” The one-eyed girl countered back. “Did you know it´s actually healthy and helps to relieve some stress?” she checked the proud woman out with an impish grin again. “You do kinda look stressed Yuriko…” she said lewdly.

“The only thing that´s stressing me right now it´s you.” The older girl assured, something that made the younger one snort. “And if you must know, because God knows you wouldn´t leave me alone otherwise, I have been curious about doing it… after all like you said I’m human and I have ne-needs… but that doesn´t mean I will just give in.” Now it was time for Yuriko to give Midari a smirk. “Unlike you, my body does not control me, and I prefer to relive stress through meditation or by reading a book… warm bathtubs help too.” She said with a proud smile.  

 Midari rolled her eye. “Boringggggg…” she sighed, glancing lazily at the board of the game they were still playing. Midari squinted her eye at it. “It´s still my turn…”

And that´s when it hit her.

Midari opened her eye. “Wait… that´s it!” she thought excitedly as the best idea she had ever had, or so she thought, crossed her mind. She gazed at Yuriko with the most deranged smile the latter had ever seen on her.

The traditional woman felt a cold chill run down her spine as the masochist began to cackle in a way Yuriko could only describe as insane.

Midari was crying tears of laughter as she hit the ground with her fists. “THAT´S IT!” she yelled with a hand on her forehead before fixing her eye on a wary Yuriko who was looking back at her with a bit of concern and as if she were crazy due to her sudden outburst. “Yurikoooo…” she called in a singsong voice. “Let´s gamble.” She proposed.

Yuriko blinked a few times. “Well that was unexpected.” She thought. “Midari, against my better judgement I´ll have to ask you to please elaborate.”

Midari gave her a cheshire cat grin. “My pleasure…” she replied silkily. “The gamble I propose consists on…” she paused for intensity. “On that you will pet your kitty by the end of the week.” She stated with crossed arms of confidence.

Yuriko´s jaw almost fell to the floor. “Excuse me-”

“Or touch yourself, play dj with your vj, whatever the hell you wanna call it.” Midari giggled.

Yuriko was speechless.

“Midari… I don’t know what to ask first, if either why on earth did you think I would agree to something like that or if where, in that deranged mind of yours, this even qualifies as a gamble at all.” Said the slit-eyed woman with an expressionless tone of voice.

That only made Midari´s smile widened. “Yuriko, we´re both gamblers, the best ones of the stucco if you ask me, without counting the prez obviously.” She chuckled. “So you already know how this is done… you must put your own conditions on it as well.”

Yuriko furrowed her brow. “Midari, even if I were to have conditions to engage in this so called gamble I still can´t see why I’d agree to it in the first place.”

“Duh, because it’s fun?” Midari asked as if it were obvious. “We´ve been playing the same shitty games for ages, winning some, losing some…. Even you said it’s dull, so why not spice it up a little?”

“I thought we already spiced it up.” Yuriko countered back immediately.

“Spice it up even more?” she corrected with a loud laugh. “Damn, convincing her is harder than I though It´d be.” Thought the masochist a little irritated. “Better get a lil serious with her if I wanna get anywhere.” She stared at Yuriko with a smirk, her hands crossed under her chin. “Look, you said yourself you haven’t masturbated in your seventeen years of life, right? So it shouldn’t be hard to keep that up ain´t it?” she giggled. “You might´ve as well already won the gamble...” She lured.

Yuriko fixed her with her stare. “Then why gamble at all? What do you gain out of this Midari?”

Midari just shrugged carelessly. “I’ll have my reasons.” And oh boy did she have them. “Yuriko… so proud, so traditional… I wouldn´t miss a chance of seeing you crumbling down to your sexual desires even for a minute… even less if it because of my hand.” She thought calculatingly. “You think yourself so above everyone else, that you have the moral high ground, HA! I´ll prove to ya that you´re just like everybody else… that you too can succumb to your own desires.”

Yuriko remained silent for a long minute, and the longer it went by the wider the smile of sheer triumph Midari had grew.  

That´s it until the older woman spoke.

“Then it must mean that you will refrain from touching yourself as the other participant.” Yuriko stated with a smirk.

Midari´s body shuddered so hard out of shock she almost fell back onto her back. “Wha-what?” she asked with a little fear in her voice. “Shit! Maybe I fucked up.”

Yuriko grinned. “Why of course Midari, as a gambler you must already know that you´re just as part of this as I am, so if your bet is that I´ll touch myself then it´s only fair that mine would be that you won´t.” She mocked with a calculating smile of her own.

Midari was aghast. “Fuck! Why she must be so goddamned smart?! I didn´t think this would backfire on me!” she thought with alarm, though a not so unpleasurable chill run down her spine at Yuriko´s words. She giggled. “So that´s how you wanna play smartass…” she began to ponder her options.

Yuriko chuckled. “Not so confident now, are we?” she mocked cheekily.

Midari grunted at her. “Easy for you to say!” she replied a tad angry. “Unlike you, some of us can´t go through the day without a good fingering!” she assured.

The older woman huffed with a disbelieving smile. “Please Midari don´t be so exaggerated.” But the countenance of sheer panic the masochist had told Yuriko she wasn´t exaggerating at all. “Midari, I don´t mean to be rude or to pry on you´re personal activities but… how many times do you-”

“At least twice a day.” Answered Midari without batting an eyelash.  

A moment of silence passed before Yuriko began to laugh, an authentic laugh that was making tears appear on her eyes. Now Midari looked at her as the crazy one.

Yuriko dried her tears of laughter with the sleeve of her kimono. “My apologies for that, but it was just too funny to not laugh at all.” But the masochist´s face, for the first time in a long while, held no traces of having been joking on it. Yuriko´s giggles died instantly. “Midari I don´t believe you… I can’t believe you.”

“But it´s true!” the masochist vowed to then chuckle. “If I do it only once a day I still get grumpy, ha! Imagine if I didn´t at all!” she cackled.  

Yuriko was deadpanned. “Midari, you can´t possibly expect me to believe that you do it at least twice a day, nobody can do it so many times in just one day right? How do you even have the time for it?!” she asked in a mix of surprise and shock.

Midari shrugged with a careless smile. “You can believe whatever the fuck you want but I don´t lie.” She assured with severity. She then cackled. “And as for the time that´s no problem at all.” She began to count with her fingers. “On my bed, the shower, the academy´s bathrooms, and keep in mind that´s just in the morning, oh! I once even did it in-”

“I don´t want to know.” Cut off Yuriko with a stop gesture. She just sighed. “Let´s just get back to the gamble.”

Midari smiled widely. “Hell yeah that´s the spirit Yuriko!” she congratulated while her counterpart rolled her eyes. Midari hummed in thought. “Well… a week will be hard as fuck… but I guess I can manage-”

“A month.” Stated Yuriko cutting her off. “The time spam for the gamble will be a month, otherwise I won’t take part in it.”

Now Midari was genuinely angry. “Don´t fuck with me Yuriko or else-!”

“Let´s be civil Midari, after all you were the one who proposed this game.” Assured Yuriko with seriousness. “Since you really seem to be an addict to the act of self-pleasuring then I´m afraid just a week it´s not enough for it to be a real challenge for you, or at least in my eyes it is not, and besides...” She argued to then smile daringly. “Do you really think you can convince me into giving in to it in just a week? Do you really think me so weak-minded? Please don´t make me laugh, if you really want to make me lose then you might as well have more time to try.” She giggled mockingly. “Or more time to fail…”

Midari just stared at her, an eyebrow lifted, the corners of her lips twitching upwards into a smile of amazement. “Damn Yuriko, who knew you could be like this…” She chuckled impishly. “This is better than I imagined, I’m so gonna enjoy this…” she thought naughtily. “So a month huh?...” she thought about it for a long minute to then sigh with a chuckle of defeat. “Fuck…” she smiled maniacally at Yuriko, her lonely eye piercing hers. “I want your club as a reward.”

Yuriko´s face fell in horror. “My club?! Is she serious?! I can´t- wait…. The gamble… the odds are on my favor, just like Midari said, I can´t lose… I won’t lose, there’s absolutely no chance of that happening, the probabilities are that I win, so would I be really losing my club? No, of course not, but still, what if I…” She stared at the masochist whose yellowish eye was fixed on her with that smirk of hers. “I won´t lose.” She thought with confident resolution. “Okay, I´ll stake my club.” She agreed.

Midari smiled even more. “My my Yuriko, who would´ve thought that you actually had it in you to finally become a woman and gamble for real, betting for real and taking a real risk…” she taunted. “Yuriko, Yuriko, Yuriko… are you really so confident in yourself?” she thought calculatingly, not quite hearing what her counterpart just said. “Sorry what?”

Yuriko grimaced in annoyance. “I said that as my reward I´ll take your precious gun.” She said without stuttering.

Midari choked on her words. “You bitch…” she whispered under her breath. “So I can´t fucking play with myself and I have to stake my gun too?! What do you want from me woman?!” she asked almost losing her cool.

Yuriko giggled, feigning innocence. “To take a real risk…” she dared with a tone of voice Midari didn´t know how to interpret but that she sure liked.

Midari´s hand twitched towards her briefcase where her gun was hidden, but with her other one she stopped herself from reaching it. “I can win this.” She thought with the same confidence Yuriko had in herself. “I just need to get a grip, and if I do in fact win… the reward will be so much sweeter.” She thought to then smile at Yuriko. “So, my bet´s that you will touch yourself, yours is that I can´t keep myself from doing the same, both in the time spam of a month, if I win I get your club, if not you get my gun.” Yuriko nodded and Midari smirked. “Do you agree to the terms and conditions then? Oh and by the way, let’s start this next month so I can cum as many times as possible to sedate myself.” She said while raising her open hand towards the older girl.

Yuriko grimaced in disgust to then stare directly into the masochist´s yellowish eye. “I agree.” She said with a small nod.

Midari´s cat-like grin grew as the faintest of blushes crept up her pale cheeks. “Then let´s gamble babe.”

Yuriko raised a hand of her own and shook it with Midari´s, sealing the gamble and thus their fates.

Midari chuckled mischievously.

“Oh, and by the way Yuriko.” She took a piece of the board that seemed forgotten. “Don´t forget that I always win, one way or another, I always get what I want…” she warned silkily while placing the piece on a position that left her as the winner.

Yuriko squinted her eyes at the board, not believing her carelessness as to not have predicted that move. “You cheated.” She assured.

Midari got up from her sitting position, shrugging at Yuriko with a careless smirk to then pick up her bag and, before starting to head towards the door, she grabbed one of the slit- eyed woman´s long brown hair locks between her fingers to caress it´s length delicately to then stand a second too long at the doorframe.

She glanced at the traditional woman sideways.

“Oh, I almost forgot.” She licked her lips, her pierced tongue making a slurping sound that made Yuriko feel uneasy for some reason she didn´t know. “You can be damn sure that I´ll do everything within my power to get you to pleasure yourself…” she vowed with the naughtiest of tones, her velvety voice almost seductive.

Yuriko was left there speechless, alone, and with Midari´s madly cackles as the only sound to engulf her senses.

“What have I gotten myself into?”

Chapter Text

Watching your eyes
As they invade my soul
Forbidden pleasures
I'm afraid to make mine

...

The month of the gamble began a week ago.

And Midari had yet to do something to try and make Yuriko lose.

If the slit-eyed woman was honest with herself, she was beginning to feel a little anxious at her friend’s lack of interest on the whole situation, she even begun to think that maybe Midari had forgotten about the gamble all together, but she knew that was impossible, especially if someone had Midari and masturbation on the same sentence. Besides, if Midari had indeed forgotten about it, it would mean that she for sure lost, but Yuriko knew that hadn’t happened since she would make sure to ask Midari almost every day if she had done it, to which the masochist would reply cockily, though with difficulty, that she had not.

The whole situation and, even more, Midari’s indifference, were gnawing at her.

She and Midari were still meeting as usual on either of their clubs to do the usual, and the traditional woman had to admit that at first it was pretty funny to watch the masochist suffer so much.

…

The first day of the month the gamble was set to begin, Midari walked into the council’s meeting room, as they had to do every day morning, with trembling legs and with her whole frame slouched forwards.

“Midari you are late.” Berated Sayaka who was dutifully standing at the president’s side.

Runa chuckled her characteristic laugh. “As always…” she whispered while playing on her console. “Look who scored!” she cheered at winning on her game.

Midari walked slowly towards her seat to let her herself fall on it loudly. “Yeah, yeah, sorry…” she muttered with a weary wave of her hand.

They all stared at masochist with puzzled expressions. As weird and as chaotic they knew the masochistic girl to be, she still was acting stranger than usual, which was not normal for her.

Yumemi hummed softly, breaking the silence. “Uhm, are you okay Midari?” asked the idol with a tad of concern for her councilmate.   

Midari, who was resting her head over the table, chuckled. “Perfectly…fine…” she replied breathlessly.

Yuriko assessed her with a furrowed brow. “Are you quite sure? Because you look… drained.” She concluded to which the others, with the exception of the president, nodded in agreement. Midari, with all the strength she had left, lifted her head to glance at Yuriko with a knowing, impish smile. Yuriko’s brows knitted even more firmly in confusion to then turn her gaze towards where Midari’s left hand was resting beside her head on the table to notice that her fingers, all of them for that matter, were creased.

That’s when it hit her.

“Oh my God!” Thought the slit-eyed woman in a mix of shock and disgust.

The president cleared her throat and in a second all eyes were on her again. “As much as Midari’s current condition might be entertaining to watch, there are other matters much more important we must attend to.” She stated with a cold smile, one that turned a little warm when addressing her secretary. “Sayaka, please fetch some water for Midari, I need her lucidly enough to understand what I’m about to say.” Sayaka, with a firm nod, went to give the dehydrated masochist some water that she drank in big and desperate gulps, and once she was more composed, Kirari turned to look at all of them. “As you all might have realized, we’re just entering the threshold of the election, votes are coming and going, and the council might be seen as its most vulnerable now.” She fixed every one of her council members with her icy blue eyes. “Since the departure of former members Itski, Kaede and the vice president who has sided with Mary Saotome for the election, the student body could get ideas that the council is collapsing internally… how interesting isn’t it?” she asked more to herself than to the rest, her cold blue eyes shining with amusement. “Anyways, they couldn’t be more wrong, until someone wins the election, we are the ones in charge, so keep winning, carry on your specific duties and make the council proud.” She stood up from her chair at the head of the table. “This meeting is over, you all are dismissed.”

…

After that meeting, the ones to come became even more hilarious for Yuriko since Midari’s eye would tick even more, her tapping on the floor sped up and her grumpiness became even more noticeable.

Yes, Yuriko was sure she’ll be the winner of this gamble.

As for Midari, her week so far had been more than just a little difficult.

Before the gamble took place, she wouldn´t have considered herself an addict to musturbation per se, that’s it until abstinence kicked in. But she, above all else, still considered herself to be strong, in more ways than just physical, and the latter helped a great deal whenever you have to take cold showers, ones that became often in Midari’s life in a way to calm her libido down.

Weed to relax herself, and her urges, also became a constant. And she had to make the choice to quit alcohol in great amounts as well, otherwise she knew she would get unbelievably horny and lose instantly, and passing out due to it was certainly out of the question. Come on, she was still a student with responsibilities and duties that had to be done.

Midari found herself thinking more often than not that this was worse than rehab, and a kind of torture she wasn´t quite enjoying very much.

But she still needed to win this.

And her conviction to make that the outcome of this whole situation was what kept her going through with her day, a good motivation other than trailing after Yumeko in hopes that she would even spare her a glance. After all, Midari was a very persistent girl.

There was that and, on top of everything else, watching Yuriko quake in fear and anxiousness whenever she saw her was just too good to ever admit defeat any time soon.

Midari had to admit that she had not yet approached the traditional girl with an incentive to lose on purpose, because she knew that that would make Yuriko even more aware of her and whatever she was capable of doing even when she was not around her. “You gotta mentally disarmed your enemy first.” She thought with a smirk. There was that and the fact that Midari was still waiting for the perfect opportunity to start playing her moves on the board.

Good thing there was a council meeting that afternoon then.

…

“As you all well know by now, the fact that we are a couple members less does not mean that we cannot engage on our council extracurricular activities.” Introduced the president to her student council’s subordinates, or what was left of them still. “With the recent events in mind, I find myself thinking that bonding as the student council is crucial for what rests of the election.” She chuckled coldly, some could say even mockingly or condescending altogether. “We are all girls after all, we must stick together when the student body is going through this frenzy kind of state… that, and also to find which of you would dare to betray me in a near possible future.” She explained with a proud yet daring countenance, almost as if asking for someone there to have the guts to go against her, of course, for her own amusement.

Midari just sighed, bored with the whole situation at hand, turning her head to see if any of her current companions were feeling just like her; Sayaka, the always loyal secretary, was fighting the urge, Midari noticed, to shake her head violently at the president’s assumptions that one of them could ever betray her. “Every dog needs its owner.” Thought the masochist with a jeer grin. Runa, who was sitting beside her, was paying the president almost no attention at all, her eyes darting unto the console on her hands, a kind of laid-back attitude towards the president the one-eyed girl will never fully comprehend “Only the devil knows why that midget’s never on the prez’s bad side.” Yumemi, who was in front of her across the table, was just smiling and nodding to Kirari’s every word, her starry eyes shining, but Midari knew she was probably just cursing the hell out of her in her head for keeping her here when she could be doing some idol crap. And finally, the object of Midari’s current motivation that kept her days somewhat interesting, was dutifully listening to their president diagonally across from her. Midari chuckled when she saw Yuriko taking notes on her agenda. “Adorably pathetic…” she thought with a smirk.

“That being stablished, tomorrow our monthly council movie night is taking place in the academy’s auditorium as always.” Kirari then turned to address her secretary. “Sayaka, if you please.”

Sayaka nodded with a smile only for it to disappear when she turned to look at the rest of them. “Since Itski is no longer part of the council, someone will have to take her turn into choosing tomorrow’s movie, so if anyone has any suggestions, please voice them.” She announced with a serious demeanor.

That was the opportunity Midari was looking forward to.

Runa took her red lollipop out her mouth with a bop sound. “Oh! I´ve been wanting to watch-” she was cut off by Midari’s hand over her mouth.

“Let me choose!” The masochist exclaimed in a rush and the rest, with the exception of the president and Runa who was beginning to lick Midari’s hand in hopes that she would let go of her, stared in alarm.

Yumemi crossed her arms over her chest. “I´d rather skip council movie night if she is choosing the movie.” She stated, her starry eyes faltering into round pupils for a second. “But of course I’ll still be there with you guys!” she added more cheerily, her voice dripping saccharine.

“I’m with Yumemi on this one.” Said Yuriko, gracefully as ever. “I have more important things to do other than watching whatever disturbing thing Midari comes up with.”

Midari rolled her eyes with a long groan. “You’re such a bunch of crybabies, what’s the problem with me choosing a damn movie?” she asked bitterly, letting go of Runa in the process.

Sayaka took a step forward. “It’s not that there’s a problem with you choosing a movie, it’s just that… well, the last time it was your turn to choose…” she trailed off with an uncomfortable grimace as all of them, but the president, cringed at the memory of said movie.

Midari frowned in confusion, her eyebrows knitted together. “What about it? It was a good, cinematic piece of art.” She grinned while laying her arms behind her head.

“I literally couldn´t sleep for almost a straight week.” Stated Runa while trying to block the images of that memory.

Midari cackled at that. “Pfft, that´s because you´re a fucking pussy!”

“Am not!” Replied the shorter girl angrily.

Midari shrugged carelessly, a lazy smile adorning her face. “Whatever, I really don’t care what you all think of it, besides, the prez here liked it am I right?” she asked with a tinge of triumph in her voice, her yellowish eye staring at the icy cold ones at the head of the table.

Kirari’s unreadable smile grew a little, her eyes closing before delivering her answer. “I´ll admit it was… interesting.” She replied with a snicker to then pierce her eyes through Midari’s, assessing her with a curious look, one the masochist held in a mix of defiance and expectation. “I’m intrigued Midari, do you happen to have any special reason or ulterior motive as to why you so wish to be given the right to choose?” she asked calmly, her voice dripping with a lethal sweetness that made a chill run down everyone’s back.

Midari just smiled back at her in a cat-like way, her head moving to rest on her hand over the table. “Don´t we all prez?” she asked back with a velvety tone of voice, knowing fully well that by keeping her reasons a secret the president’s interest would be caught up just enough to win the right to choose the movie. Whatever battle there was before, she had won it, a fact made clear to everyone when Kirari turned to look at Sayaka with a nod.

The dark violet haired girl cleared her throat. “Then it’s decided, Midari will choose the movie.” She announced to the rest of the council members who groaned and sighed back in defeat. Sayaka then turned to address Midari. “Don’t forget to bring it tomorrow after class.”

Midari chuckled triumphantly. “Don’t worry…” And it was in that moment that her eye changed her attention from the president to the woman sitting at her left. “I won´t.” She vowed, her gaze meeting Yuriko’s in a way that made the older woman wonder just what exactly she was planning in that mind of hers. Midari just winked at her playfully.

Runa sighed while sinking into her chair. “What a bummer…” she whispered before she began to play with her console again.

Yumemi raised a finger. “President, since we are less than before I was wondering if could bring Saori with me tomorrow?” she asked with an enthusiastic smile, though a drop of sweat on her temple could be noticed.

The president seemed to think about her request for a second. “I don’t see why she couldn’t, after all you’ll make sure that she doesn’t go around spilling information of whatever may happen tomorrow.” Yumemi only knew how to nod at that. Kirari smiled pleasingly while rising to her feet. “Then it’s settled, tomorrow we’ll be meeting after classes and gambling hours in the auditorium to watch Midari’s choice of movie, that being stablished you are all dismissed, oh, and Midari…” she turned to look at the masochist one last time. “You better not disappoint.”

…

“Hey Yurikooo…” Leered Midari once all of them had been set free for the evening after the meeting. “Going somewhere?” she asked while trailing behind the traditional woman’s back.

Yuriko stopped for a second so Midari could reach her, knitting her eyebrows together before she began to walk again. “I don’t see why my whereabouts would be of any interest for you.” She replied in her lady-like tone of voice. “Especially at this hour of the afternoon.”

Midari rolled her eyes to then smirk. “There’s no need to be so bitchy towards me you know?” She chuckled while Yuriko rolled her eyes in return. “It was just a friendly question, after all you never know if…” Midari draped her arm around Yuriko’s shoulders, bringing her closer to her body by momentum. “If you’re heading off to get yourself off…” she whispered lewdly into the girl’s ear to then burst out in loud laughter.

Yuriko pushed Midari away from her with a frown born from annoyance. “And that’s why I don’t dignify your questions with an answer anymore.” She replied as they kept strolling through Hyakkaou’s corridors.

“Aw c’mon!” Replied the masochist in between giggles. “You’ve been asking me every day if I have buffed my muffin’ and I have kindly answered, you’re not the only pervert here that gets to do the questioning.” She argued with a grin.

The slit-eyed woman cringed at her wording, though she still stifled a giggle. How does Midari come up with so many new and different ways to call the act of self-pleasuring she will never understand. “First of all, I am not a pervert.” She stated curtly, and she could swear she heard Midari muttering something along the line that ‘we all are’. “Second of all, if I feel the need to ask you about it every day it’s only because you, out of us two, are the only one who stands a chance of losing.” She affirmed with a smirk of her own.  

Midari smiled down at her once her laughter died a little. “Confident, aren’t we?” she asked with a raised eyebrow towards her, and Yuriko just nodded back at her. “Well, I wouldn’t be so sure of myself anyways…” she delivered mysteriously while walking ahead of the traditional woman with her hands behind her head in a relaxed way, her bag hanging from one of them.

Yuriko raised an inquisitive eyebrow before she got to her. “And may I ask why you would say such a thing?” Usually she wouldn’t entertain Midari, or at least not more than necessary, just enough for the masochist to leave her alone, but now that the circumstances have changed, she didn’t quite know what to expect from her and, even if she was sure the one-eyed girl had nothing against her that could lead her to lose, she still couldn’t prevent an uncomfortable chill to run down her spine whenever her companion left those kind of “threats” hanging in the air.

“Bingo…” Thought the masochist while the two of them climbed up the stairs of the lonely corridor as the sun set on that warm afternoon. She took one step ahead of Yuriko to then block the girl’s way with her arm against the wall of the stairs, pinning her slightly against it, but Midari’s joy and cat-like grin only grew more when Yuriko was unfaced by her actions, if not challenging her even more, and oh boy did Midari loved a good challenge. She chuckled lowly. “Gotta admit I like this version of you Yuriko, so confident and defiant, bet ya love feeling this powerful too…” she said silkily, grabbing a long flossy lock of brown hair to caress it between the tip of her fingers, the woman who it belonged to standing her ground. If Yuriko was any nervous or even a little shaken by Midari’s actions and forwardness the latter didn’t notice. “But I’ll like it even more when I see you crumbling down when losing this gamble of ours… I’ve been watching ya, you know? And during this week I’ve sensed nothing but trepidation from you whenever I walk into the same room as you, I wonder why that is…” she asked mockingly, giggles at the back of her throat.

“If anything I’m just worried that you will try something with other people around and embarrass me in the process.” She replied dryly, only to smirk a second later, the same face she had when facing Yumeko on, a face Midari had only seen once or twice since knowing the girl, a face, that never failed to make her shiver in a not so unpleasant way. “Or maybe I’m just lifting your spirits to crush them in the end, that is, when I win.” She boasted with a proud countenance before she tried to take her leave from Midari’s arm and body.

Only to fail miserably when Midari pressed her body even harder against her own.

Yuriko couldn’t help the drop of sweat on her temple.

“Fuck Yuriko…” She breathed in between a chuckle to then lick her own lips, her piercing shining with her saliva. Yuriko gulped. “Better watch out that tongue of yours, wouldn’t like to make a fool out of yourself now, would you? Even less by your own words.” She stared at the girl in front of her, a grimace on her face. She then let her go with a laugh. “Anyways, did you know a person craves what they can´t have but it’s at arm’s reach the most? You’ll find that you haven’t been able to stop thinking about your hand between your legs since we started this.”

Yuriko knew Midari had a point. It’s true that the thought has crossed her mind more frequently ever since they began this game of theirs, but it was for entirely different reasons from the ones she was sure Midari was thinking of. She giggled. “Don’t make me laugh Midari, do you really think me so guilable? I actually take offense on that.” She mocked as they made their way up the stairs.

Midari raised her hands with a smile. “Hey you said it yourself girlie, you’re human after all.” Once they reached the top of the stairs, the masochist let out a loud sigh. “Damn… a week has gone by.” She muttered to herself. She then turned to look at the woman beside her. “Brace yourself Yuriko, tomorrow’s movie is just the second step of my master plan.”

Yuriko wanted to laugh at her, or to maybe act disgusted, God only knew which. But all she did was smile while shaking her head softly. “I’ll see you tomorrow Midari, goodnight.” She said while giving the masochist a couple pats on her shoulder before heading towards her dorm room.

Midari was a little surprised by the sudden contact, after all, she was the touchy one. “Well sweet wet dreams for you hon’” She giggled one last time before heading to her own dorm, the opposite direction from which Yuriko was going to.

…

“The movie you picked better be good Midari, I was really hoping to watch the one I wanted.” Said Runa while all of them, including Saori, made their way into the huge auditorium.

“Yeah, yeah, just stuff your big mouth with popcorn and play with your console if ya don’t.” Mocked the masochist back, to which the shorter girl stuck out her tongue to her, and Midari did the same back to her as well.

Yumemi rolled her eyes at the exchange. “Ugh, just like stupid little kids.” She muttered to herself to then take her manager’s hand in hers softly while smiling at her. “Come Saori! We’ll sit elsewhere from this rabble.” She said a little bit cheerier while guiding the girl with glasses away from the group.

Midari smiled to herself. “With Runa, Yumemi and her pet out of the way there’s only Sayaka and the president to go…” she thought calculatingly. She then cleared her throat. “So prez… are we gonna sit together or what?” she asked with a raised eyebrow and teasing grin. She chuckled when Sayaka frowned angrily at her.

Kirari just smiled. “As if.” She replied. “You know how this works Midari, while the rest of you can sit wherever you like from the seats from below us, Sayaka and I will be at the upper private box as always.” She reminded with finality, only have a blushing Sayaka blushing shyly beside her. “That being said, the movie must be worth my time.” She stated while piercing the masochist with her icy blue eyes.

Midari giggled while shuddering with anticipation. “Will you kill me if it’s not?” she asked suggestively, a blush creeping up her pale cheeks only to disappear seconds later when the president’s characteristic smile banished from her visage. Midari sighed with defeat, one more day where Kirari denied her promise to her and death wish to go. “Yeah didn’t think so…” she shrugged with a careless smile. “Well prez, if you’re with your dear secretary I doubt it’ll be a waste of time.”

Sayaka scowl. “Midari!” she berated.

That made Kirari chuckle slightly. “Now now Sayaka, don’t waste your energy on her.” She said while placing her hand on her secretary’s lower back to start guiding her to the box they were to watch the movie from. “Let’s go and take our seats instead shall we.” Sayaka just nodded clumsily with a blush.

Midari watched the scene with a smile while shaking her head. “Sayaka really fished the biggest of them all.” She thought until a glimpse of straight brown hair caught her eyesight. Yuriko was heading to sit next to Runa. Midari opened her eye before running and grabbing her by the arm to prevent her from walking any further from her.

Yuriko was caught off guard by the sudden action. “What-”

“Oh no missy.” Said Midari and thus cutting the traditional girl off. She dedicated her a deranged Cheshire smile before pulling her towards her, their noses almost touching. “You’re sitting next to me Yuriko.”

The traditional woman furrowed her brown, a gulp she tried to conceal going down her throat. “I thought the three of us would be sitting together, as we normally do on these occasions.” She argued.

“Yeah thought you’d think that but…” she lowered her head to whisper on her ear. “This occasion is special, we’ll be sitting together, alone, and I’ll make sure that you enjoy the movie I picked up just for you…” Midari didn’t even give Yuriko a chance to fight back for she took her by the arm to guide her to a section of the auditorium where the seats where far away enough from everyone else.

Out of sight, out of reach.

“Am I to assume that this whole show is part of your master plan then?” Yuriko asked while taking a seat beside her masochistic council mate. “What on earth could be Midari scheming right now? But more importantly, what the hell does this so-called movie she keeps bragging of about?!” she thought more than a little anxious, after all, knowing Midari more or less she had a fairly good idea of what the movie could be about, or even worse, what it could display.

Midari smiled giddily at the nervousness Yuriko´s whole body expressed. “Everything’s going according to plan, HA! I just gotta make sure it keeps that way.” “You assume well my dear…” she let the endearment roll off her tongue for longer than necessary, and when Yuriko rolled her eyes at her, Midari laughed one last time before the lights lowered and the projector began to work. Midari put one arm around the older girl´s shoulders. “Just relax and enjoy.” She advised before the movie began.

…

The movie began pretty normal as far as Yuriko was concerned. She wasn´t one to go much to the cinema, or to stay on tune with the movies of the month, but she had a feeling that she knew this one or that at least she had heard of it for its argument sounded oddly familiar. Either way, she kept on watching it dutifully, not because she was actually enjoying it, until now she found it to be dull and pointless “Why on earth Midari chose it and was so eager to play it only God knew why.” She thought a bit bored, but putting her focus on the movie before her was better than it being on the watchful gaze of the girl who was beside her. Even if Midari had only one eye, she could still feel it penetrating her in the most intimate of ways.

It made her uncomfortable, or maybe uneasy, maybe even annoyed, but being used to it by now she could stand it.

Midari never stopped, not even for a second, watching Yuriko carefully, attentively and wickedly. She knew perfectly well what the movie was about and what was bound to happen any second now, and she wasn’t about to miss any reaction the traditional girl’s face and body could expose. Every blush, every change in her breathing and every flinch of her body would be hers to savor. Even Midari was surprised at how enthralling assessing Yuriko could be. “A pretty sight, an appetizing outcome and some new material to tease her with if what I hope happens does indeed happen.” She thought calculatingly.

“For being so insistent on choosing the movie you certainly aren´t paying any attention to it.” Remarked Yuriko without sparing the masochist a look.

Midari shrugged as she chuckled lowly. “Let’s just say I got my eye in a more interesting subject.” She replied to have the slit-eyed woman frown to start turning her face towards her, but before she could turn it for real, Midari grabbed her cheeks to keep her head in place and thus to keep watching the movie. “Don’t turn! We’re getting to best part.” She berated in a whisper to have Yuriko take her arm in her hand to push it away from her face.

What seemed to be the main couple of the movie began to kiss on screen, slowly at first, only to get more heated later. While Midari watched Yuriko the latter had to see how a sex scene unfolded before her eyes, a tad of nudity from both actors in display, but since the female character was a virgin, it was more tender than anything else. Yuriko sighed. Of course Midari would pick a movie with sexual intercourse in it, thank goodness she foresaw this, that way she could remain her usual calm self instead of giving the masochist the satisfaction of seeing her blushing… or covering her eyes. But at least it wasn´t too much for her poor traditional self to bare, as long as it kept that way.

Little did Yuriko know that the first-time love-making scene was only the prelude a much more explicit, much obscener, display of sexual and BDSM practices.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU MAKING ME WATCH.” She asked with infuriation while closing her eyes shut as a furious blush covered her cheeks. Now she remembered why she had the feeling of knowing the movie, she had heard multiple people talking about it, even within the girls of her own club.

Midari laughed loudly, deranged, and it could be heard from the background Yumemi’s yells of anger. “C’mon you gotta keep watching!” she laughed even more when the traditional woman looked at her firing daggers. She giggled joyously. “Damn Yuriko, you cannot say you dislike it.” She taunted with a lecherous smile.

Yuriko scoffed, thou in a lady-like way. “Please, if anything it disgusts me.” She replied curtly, her hands neatly over her lap, and her gaze fixed on anything but the screen, and a never disappearing blush all over her solemn face.

Midari giggled lowly, mischievously. “I don’t believe you…” She got closer to whisper on Yuriko’s ear. “The mind is sensitive Yuriko… as it is the body.” She grasped between her fingertips a long, silky lock of brown hair to start caressing it slowly. “Your senses are heightened, your sight and your hearing are being stimulated to no end… with every body part you see and every moan you hear your body is bound to react to it.” She remarked in a low, velvety voice, her fingers guiding the hair lock they were holding towards Midari’s mouth.

Yuriko grimaced. “You really are insane if you think this lewd and indecent show of yours is going to generate that type of reaction from me.” She countered back sternly, and Midari stared at her with genuine surprise. The traditional girl then turned to her with a cheeky smile. “Maybe I should thank you, after all with this you only accomplished to make me be even more repulsed at thought of giving in as you like to say.” She added smugly while getting her hair away from Midari’s open mouth of shock. “Why does she always do that with my hair?” Yuriko thought nonchalantly.  

“This bitch…” Thought an amused masochist to then chuckle. “Don’t lie to yourself Yuriko, I fucking hate when people do that, just admit you’re horny and we can all leave happy.” She teased, only to get a daring smile from the slit-eyed woman that conveyed nothing but utter triumph over this sensorial battle. Midari gaped as she blinked a couple times with sheer bewilderment. “Please tell me you’re kidding me, please tell me you fucking are.” She pleaded in disbelief at her well composed friend who just shook her head in return. Midari ran a hand through her hair. “You are impossible woman.”

Yuriko couldn´t help but laugh at the comment. “I must say” she giggled. “That I’m finding this distress of yours quite entertaining, it´s not common to see you in this state for something other than Yumeko’s constant rejection and you’re failed attempts at getting hurt.” She teased with a cheeky grin, and Midari just crossed her arms over her chest with a loud huff. Yuriko then took a moment to assess her environment. “Mmm, the movie is still on, and Midari is certainly annoyed at her failed accomplishment of having me surrendering under this obscenity and about… well, the other circumstance that has her more than a just a little on edge.” She then looked at the quick tapping the masochist was making with her foot. Yuriko smiled wickedly. “Maybe I could use the opportunity to turn the tables… and use it to my own advantage.” She thought calculatingly.

“What’re ya smiling about?” Asked the one-eyed girl in a mix of annoyance, impatience and curiosity.

“Oh, nothing really, it’s just that…” The slit-eyed woman turned to look at her with a raised eyebrow. “Are you sure this whole show isn´t turning against you? Though I must say I’m still surprised that you picked a movie that, and I’m assuming here, does not go exactly along with your personal tastes.” She remarked.

Midari stared at her perplexed for a second to then chuckle. “Well you’d be damn right about one thing.” She crossed her arms behind her head while slouching on her seat. “I chose a straight-ass movie because I thought you´d like that.” She stared at Yuriko to then sigh with a careless smile. “But it seems I still failed.”

“And you are correct.” Replied the older woman with a curt nod.

Midari scoffed. “Yeah yeah yeah, just don’t brag about it too much missy.” She teased in a friendly manner, even poking her partner’s arm with her elbow jokingly, an antic that made Yuriko chuckle. “Anyway, as you point out I clearly couldn’t indulge myself into choosing a gay porno, I would have lost instantly!” She cackled, and her counterpart just shook her head, though with a grin. “The lead actress is still hot though, and her titties are pretty nice, but it’s not enough to make me lose… not yet at least.” She argued with smile and faint giggling.

“Well we’ll see to that.” Yuriko replied as she cringed at the moaning of the sex scene on display while Midari laughed with a small blush. The traditional woman furrowed her brow. “I just hope that you are prepared for the president’s impending scold.” She remarked with a pleased smile at the prospect of that sure outcome.

Midari scoffed. “I’m not worry about that, not in the least, if anything the prez has to thank me for giving her an excuse to stick her tongue down her dear secretary’s throat.” She shrugged carelessly, a cat-like smile across her face. “Maybe even for sticking her fingers-”

“I think that’s enough.” Interrupted Yuriko with a stop hand gesture. “You made you point more than clear and, even I think that she will still scold you, you’ll still have to answer to the rest of our councilmates anger.”

“Pfft” Midari now laughed loudly. “Like I’d give a shit about them being angry at me.” The movie now had reached its ending and, while the masochist stretched in an unceremoniously way, Yuriko sighed with relief at being finally able to see around her with liberty and free from lecherous scenes. “I bet Yumemi and her pet are doing the same as Sayaka and the president, and Runa prolly spent the whole movie playing with her crappy console, so…” Midari moved closer to Yuriko, her nose inches from the other woman’s one, a teasing countenance surrounding her. “That leaves only you to answer to my dear.” She purred, the last word still lingering in the air.

Yuriko rolled her eyes. “I could be angry at you right now, I think that a part of me is since you made me waste valuable time with this rubbish, but it’s late and I’m a little tired, I certainly have better things to deal with other than you, and if I’m being honest, another part of me is relishing at the fact that your foolish little plan failed miserably.” She retorted smugly while getting up from her seat. “So, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off for the night.” She waved the masochist goodbye as she made her way out but, before she could get any far, she felt a strong force pulling her back by the arm.

Midari was now staring down directly into Yuriko’s eyes, an unreadable expression on her face that changed into what could only be described as a seductive yet deranged half smile. The masochist grasped the traditional woman’s chin between her purple-nailed fingers delicately yet firmly. Yuriko gulped. “Maybe my little plan as you say failed tonight, but mark my words Yuriko…”

The hand that was gripping Yuriko’s arm traveled down to circle her waist and thus bringing her even closer to Midari’s body, their breathing chests almost touching. Midari smirked at the dumbfounded woman.

“I will figure out what makes you tick.”    

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Midari didn’t want to do it.

She really didn’t.

Or maybe she did and what she really didn’t want to do was lose the gamble.

Yes, that was it.

After the movie ended and Midari had headed to her dorm and gone to bed she couldn’t stop thinking of the failure she had just went through with Yuriko, of how the movie didn’t even make her flinch or blush with just the smallest of arousals. Of course, one thought led to the another and so on, so when Midari thought about Yuriko she began to think of the movie, then of the actress and her nude breasts, and thinking of breasts lead to thinking of someone else’s breasts, and then all of a sudden Midari found herself with images of Yumeko holding a gun to her head and well… it was simply too much for the poor girl to control.

And so Midari lost the gamble, the one gamble she had vowed herself to win at all costs. But now, after abusing her clit for almost the whole night, the one thing (or person) she couldn’t stop thinking about was a certain traditional woman who happened to be a year older than her. She couldn’t stop thinking about her and of her goddamned triumphal and smug smirk she was bound to have after Midari told her the news.

“Fuck! This whole situation’s a drag!” Thought the masochist while she made her way towards the traditional culture research club. She stood in front of the of the sliding doors for a good minute just staring at them, inhaling deeply, eye closed, not quite ready to face Yuriko and thus admit her defeat. Not ready at all to give Yuriko the satisfaction of having been in the right this whole time. “You could just lie to her though…” an intrusive thought said in the back of her mind. Midari chuckled. She wasn’t going to do that, even if she was a cheater at gambling, this was outright lying, and if Midari hated something in life was both lying and liars, and she wasn’t about to become one for a reason as pettiest as this one. There was that and the fact that she couldn’t, or more likely, didn’t want to (surprisingly) lie to Yuriko.  Midari took a deep intake of breath. “Damn…” she sighed with a smile.

She then slid the door open to find none other than the person she was dreading yet expecting to meet sitting down on a mat on the floor drinking her traditional tea engulfed in a shine of serenity that Midari felt almost guilty to disturb. The masochist stared at the woman for a while, watching how her long silky hair move along with the morning breeze, her fingers itching to put the ends of it on her-

“Are you going to stand staring all day?” Asked the slit-eyed woman while putting down her teacup down beside her delicately.

Midari blinked a few times, getting out of her trance to start making her way towards the woman in front of her. “Having a bad morning already?” she asked with a grin while sitting down on the other mat.

Yuriko smiled. “I couldn’t know, my morning has barely just begun.” She assessed the other woman only to find she was behaving rather oddly, or oddly enough for the likes of Midari. She was anxious, Yuriko could tell, displaying a demeanor that made her feel guilty and worried. Yuriko furrowed her brow. “I’m sorry if I welcomed you in a harsh way, that wasn’t my intention at all.” She apologized while pouring some more tea into her cup. “Would you like some? I can sense that you need it.” She remarked while offering her cup.

Midari brushed a hand into the air mindlessly. “Don’t worry about that, I didn’t think anything of it and no thank you.” She said while rejecting the teacup politely, but Yuriko insisted she took it, and Midari, though with an annoyed grunt, accepted it. She stared at herself through the hot liquid, relishing in the warmth it emanated from the cup onto her hands, noticing that some of Yuriko’s pink lip-gloss was staining the edges of the cup. She took an unceremoniously gulp of it, enjoying the slight burning sensation that traveled down her throat. “Tastes like shit.” She joked, and a strange relief amidst the turbulence she was feeling right now set on her at hearing the slit-eyed woman’s delicate giggles. The masochist chuckled as well. “Sorry I’m disturbing you, I can tell you weren’t expecting to see me.” She said while taking another gulp of tea “Mmm, a mix of strawberry, cherry and…  peach?” she thought while savoring the taste of the gloss on her tongue.  

Yuriko smiled sweetly. “Oh no, on the contrary, I was expecting to see you today just… not this early.” She poured some more tea on the cup Midari was holding. “I thought we would be seeing each other on the afternoon like most others, but the fact that you came here at this hour is not unwelcomed.” She smiled at the masochist warmly. “I hope that eases your mind.” She offered kindly, still worried about the masochist in front of her who offered her a small smile in return. “What is it with her today? Where she´s usually loud and laidback right now she’s awfully quiet and… shy? No, that couldn’t be, but she’s certainly lacking her teasing personality, keeping it at the bare minimum, and she’s moving her leg faster than usual.” Thought the slit-eyed woman with a bit of concern and surprise at the small details she has picked on of the younger girl. Her concern grew though when Midari kept quiet. “Midari I’m sorry but are you okay?”

Midari’s eyebrows went up at the sudden question. She smirked at her. “Awww don’t tell me, dear old Yuriko’s worried about me? How sweet!” she mocked to then laugh, but it soon died down when she noticed she was the only one actually enjoying her little joke and that Yuriko’s worried face never faltered. “Damn… she’s actually worried? Yuriko’s really worried about me?” She thought with a tad of astonishment, after all it wasn´t a common situation for Midari to have people caring about her and even less be truly concerned about her. It was a weird feeling, the one she was feeling right now, and she didn’t know if she disliked it altogether or if she just didn’t like the look on the traditional woman’s face. “Hey chillax okay? It’s nothing your pretty little head should worry about, on the contrary, I even think you’ll be happy to hear what I’ve come here to tell ya.”

“If that something has you like this then I’ll doubt it’ll make me happy.” Yuriko replied truthfully.

“Okay, this is getting hella weird now.” Thought the masochist with an uncomfortable feeling at the back of her mind. “No really it will! It’s just- it’s just that I don’t wanna fucking admit it!” she explained a little frustrated with herself. “Why don’t you just shoot me already huh? It’ll make this situation way easier for you and way more pleasurable for me.” She suggested with wicked yet inviting eyebrow up, a leering half-smile on as well.

Yuriko shook her head with a grin. “At least she’s back.” She thought with a bit of relief. “I can only think of two things you could say to me that you would have trouble in admitting.” She cleared her throat while lifting two fingers up. “The first one being that you have finally realized that Yumeko will never give you even a glimpse of a chance.” She giggled. “But I don’t see how that would make me specifically happy.” She mocked.

Midari groaned while rolling her eye. “Well ha ha, very funny… bitch.” She muttered only to have Yuriko saying that she heard her with a mocking smile plastered on her face. “Don’t look so smug Yuriko, it’s unbecoming of a lady.” She mocked back and, at Yuriko’s huff, she giggled. “Don’t you dare get mad at me girlie!” She threatened in between fits of laughter.

Yuriko just closed her eyes. “Maybe I liked her better when she was quiet.” She thought even if she knew it was lie. “Whatever.”  She said to cut the masochist’s laughter off. “The second thing I can think of is that you lost the gamble and are just too prideful and ashamed to admit it.” She stated without stuttering, and Midari only knew how to gape in that moment. Yuriko blinked at Midari’s reaction. “Oh my God is that it?” she asked without fully believing it.

A moment’s silence passed by with Midari looking down at the cup in her hands and with Yuriko staring at her wide with surprise while her mind went wild with thoughts. “Did Midari really lose? That would somehow explain why she’s like this today… So I won? Not that I didn’t expect it to happen but, within the passing days I had hoped it would be later rather sooner- wait what?” Now Yuriko furrowed her brow at her own train of thought. She couldn’t believe that she didn’t want Midari to lose this early, even if she had constantly mocked her about it, now that it happened, she found she didn’t quite like it.

Midari was getting impatient at the other woman’s silence. “Well shit I lost okay?! Were you waiting for me to admit it? Well there you have it! I fucking lost our gamble, are ya happy now?!” She asked with exasperation as she scratched her head while her leg bounced uncontrollably. But Yuriko was still silent and expressionless. Midari growled. “Will you really say nothing about it? Gosh Yuriko just say you’re hella happy, rub some of that smugness of yours over me will ya? Mock me even, I deserve it for being so stupid and lust-driven…” She turned around to retrieve her gun from her bag. “Here, you can have this.” She said while throwing her gun towards the older woman who in turn watched how the lethal device landed before her on the floor.

Another moment of sheer silence went by.

The masochist just stared at Yuriko with a questioning look. “The fuck’s wrong with her?” Midari rubbed her face off with her hand. “Look, are you gonna say something? Or will I have to keep embarrassing myself in front of you like a shitty-”

“How did you lose?” Yuriko asked in an almost inaudible tone of voice.

Midari’s eyebrows knitted together even more at the other woman’s query. She was perplexed. “Are you fucking with me right now? What do you mean by how did I lose? I was horny as hell and all of a sudden I had three fingers up my pu-”

“I didn’t mean like that you animal!” Berated Yuriko with fisted hands and a small blush at Midari’s bluntness. She took a deep intake of breath to regain some patience. “What I meant was…” she sighed. “Why did you lose?”

Midari stared at her, blinking a couple times to then sigh. “Well… you know me.” She said with a small giggle. “After my greatest failure into luring you to do the deed, I went to wallow in my misery on my bed and, well, one thought led to another and then to a much hotter one and just like I told ya, all of a sudden I was finger-fucking the life out of me.” She cackled at her wording. “Aahh fuck, at least given to the abstinence it felt fucking great.” She added with a careless smirk to notice that Yuriko was staring at her, expressionless. Midari frowned. “What’s her deal today huh? Even for Yuriko, she’s been hella quiet…” she thought to then glance at the gun on Yuriko’s lap. “So, uhm, I lost or whatever, you win! Congrat-your-fucking-lations! I lost, like you said I would, so could you say something? Or are ya gonna keep quiet? ‘Cause you know… It’s becoming a little annoying…”

Midari kept on ranting, and Yuriko’s gaze kept changing subject from the masochist to the gun that was now on her hands until, all of a sudden, she cut Midari off without even thinking of what she was saying.

“What would you do…” She began saying in a neutral voice, not a thought in mind but the words she was spilling right now to a silent and attentive Midari. “If I gave you another chance?” She asked without even batting an eyelash.

That caught Midari off guard. Of all the things Yuriko could have ever possibly said, or suggested, forgiving her was not even at the end of list. “How so?” she asked warily and suspiciously with an eyebrow tilted upwards.

Yuriko held her gaze as she took a deep intake of breath. “I’m offering you my mercy and the chance for us to continue this gamble, or start it over, it doesn’t really matter, for another month.” She stated without stuttering. “Though…” she cleared her throat in a lady-like way. “Now I’ll add new clauses to the one’s we already had, like for example, you can´t have intercourse with anyone as well. I know you saw the loophole the first time we made the rules for the gamble, and I’m also pretty sure you used it to your advantage at least once, how you still lost is beyond my mind…” She chuckled at that, and Midari just kept staring at her, her lips twitching upwards into a smile she wasn´t aware of. “You will also cover my taxes to the student council for what rests of my year here at the academy, it’s not like I couldn’t do that myself, but it’ll be nice to have someone else do that transaction for me.” She smirked cockily. “And of course, this is the first and only chance I will ever forgive you, if you mess up again don’t expect me to go soft on you again.” She declared with finality, and aura of superiority, of dominance, engulfing her every being.

A small blush crept up the masochist’s pale cheeks, it wasn’t too noticeable, but it was still there. Midari couldn’t believe the situation she was in, Yuriko, the Yuriko Nishinotouin, the same woman who was so proper and that would tease her about losing and brag about it, wanted to give her another chance, meaning that she also wanted to keep the gamble going on. “I wonder…” she thought to then display a seductive yet smug half smile. “My my Yuriko…” she checked her out. “I’m surprised… I’ll agree to all the things you said but, I must know…” she crawled on all fours towards the traditional girl in front of her to grasp one of her hairlocks in between her purple fingernails to start teasing her lips with the ends of it with a meticulousness only Midari was capable of doing. “Why are you doing this?” she asked in a velvety whisper to finally put the ends of Yuriko’s hairlock on her mouth.

Yuriko held her ground unfaced, not letting Midari’s antics (because that’s what she thought they were) alter her. “I must admit…” she took her hairlock out of Midari’s mouth delicately, her soft fingertips brushing against her purple lips, an action that left the masochist flabbergasted. “That the time this gamble lasted, even if it was short-lived, was… fun.” She admitted, and now her gaze went down towards the gun on her lap. “It was entertaining, as shocking as that may sound to both of us, but it was something new that had my head busy with things that were non academy related, which I liked and, even if I knew you were going to lose, you were lasting more than I had originally given you credit for, fact that I kind of liked, and suddenly I began to wake up in the morning hoping that you hadn´t lost and whenever we would meet up I’d leave relieved that you hadn’t said anything as well.” She giggled. “Seeing you try so arduously to make me lose, seeing you come up with ridiculous plans, was also very funny.” She smiled cutely and took Midari’s gun to give it to her. She then rouse to her feet and dusted herself off. “I hope that by giving you another chance you don’t disappoint me Midari.” She said to then stare at a shocked masochist. “I have to go to class now, you do as well, have a nice day.” She said politely while she began to walk towards the sliding doors.

Midari was astounded, and not a coherent thought run through her wild mind. “Wait!” she yelled before Yuriko could escape. She turned towards her, still sitting on the ground, without knowing what to say to her. She decided that her best option was to tease her. “So you’re telling me that you are really giving up the win just because you found this gamble to be fun?” she asked mockingly with a smirk and a chuckle.

Yuriko stare at her to then shrug with a smirk of her own. “Or maybe I just like to see you suffer…” she said like it was nothing before exiting her club and thus leaving the masochist alone.

Midari was left speechless.

And with a blush and sweaty brow.

…

Midari was slouching off on the head chair of her committee room. The rest of the girls (that being Shagatake, Tooame and Kuruduro) were talking and blabbering about something Midari couldn’t quite catch on, or more likely, Midari wasn’t paying attention to them or their conversation theme at all since her mind was very much occupied with thoughts regarding a certain third year girl.

Midari was staring at the ceiling, zoning in and out, with her mouth slightly open. “Why would Yuriko want to start our gamble all over again? Or more likely, why on earth would she want to keep gambling with me? Why would she ever give me a second chance?” thought the masochist, lost in her own mind, still astonished by the slit-eyed woman’s sudden course of action. “Well she did give her reasons but, could it be that she was actually having fun? I started this whole shit-show up just to tease her and to prove she wasn´t any better than anyone else but it seems she found a way to make it very much her own gamble as well… at my very own expense none the less.” That thought made Midari chuckle unconsciously. “Fuck… what am I gonna do? Yuriko’s clearly having a blast with this whole situation, she said it herself, and I already lost once goddamnit!” She scrunched her nose in slight annoyance. “I’m in big trouble, now that she’s even more confident than before plus the fact that I must get a grip on myself… shit´s not looking any good for me, now more than ever, I’m really fucked.” With this train of thought, the masochist became even more thoughtful of her situation and where she was standing at. “How on earth will I get her to lose? Getting her paranoid apparently didn’t work, and the fucking movie only left me like a whole staircase behind her for fuck’s sake! This is bad, and the worst part is that while I’m here getting desperate, she is having fun and prolly even chit chatting with her club friends about my miserable situation… No… she wouldn’t do that, not out of pity for me of course but because this gamble must be too embarrassing for her to even bring it up with her bestie- what was that bitch’s name again? Kama… Kuma…?- Nah it doesn’t matter, the point here is why, if this whole thing is so not Yuriko, she gave me a second chance so that we could keep playing?! Damn! How will I get her to lose this?!-”   

“BOSS!” Yelled Tooame to get Midari out of her reverie.

Midari blinked a couple times before she could come down to earth and realize where she was at and who she was with again. She also noticed that her hands, at some point during her trance, had become clenched fists. She made a brushing movement with them. “Sorry, got lost there for a minute, what’s up?” she asked in between a giggle in a way to camouflage some of her anxiousness only to notice that the three other girls were looking at her with raised eyebrows of confusion. Midari furrowed her brow. “What?”

Midari’s friends looked at each other once before they burst into loud laughter, leaving a poor masochist even more confused and annoyed. “The fuck’s so funny huh?” she questioned with crossed arms.

Kuruduro wiped a tear of laughter from her eye. “Sorry ‘Dari it’s just that-” she kept on laughing and Midari rolled her eye. “It’s just that Tooame here called your name like, a hundred times before you zoned out from your stoned-like state!” she explained in between a fit of wild giggles.

“C’mon Kuru don’t be dumb it was like a THOUSAND!” Added Shagatake as the three of them kept on laughing their asses off.

Midari rolled her eye again while sighing. “Well ha ha very funny girls, veryyy funny…” she mocked.

Tooame giggled while making her way towards Midari’s desk to sit on it. “What’s up ‘Dari? You seem gloomier than usual…” she taunted.

Kuruduro followed her on the teasing. “Maybe it’s because she hasn’t been getting a helping hand recently…” she teased as she bent herself over the masochist’s desk in a lecherous way.

“We haven’t even had a fun girl’s sleepover for a while with you Midari…” she taunted as well like a siren who was trying to seduce and catch its prey while going behind the one-eyed girl’s chair to embrace her from behind around her shoulders. She leaned on her to whisper on her ear. “We’ve missed ya, you know?”

Kuruduro chuckled lowly. “We know that crappy gamble has you stressed out but, we would gladly help you.” She purred while grabbing the masochist’s hand to start rubbing her cheek against her palm in slow and seductive motions, giving Midari puppy eyes that the head girl knew were fuck me eyes more than anything else. “We here know about the loophole, and we’re sad you haven’t asked us to make good use of it…” she pouted. “…yet.” She giggled.

Tooame giggled as well. “You don’t even have to participate, maybe watching would be enough.”

Shagatake faked an alarmed gasp. “Tooame you dumb slut!” she berated with a smile that could barely contain her laughter. “You’d make poor ‘Dari suffer like that? Although…” she began to caress Midari’s hair and to tangle it around her index finger. “Maybe showing her what she’s been missing would make her stubborn ass finally give in…”

“That’s like, the most intelligent idea you’ve ever had in your life gurl.” Praised, yet with a mocking tone of voice, Kuruduro.

Tooame laughed. “If it’s sex you’re talking about then Shagatake sure gets clever!” She joked before all of them, for the exception of Midari, burst out into wild laughter again.

Midari, who had been listening and watching them trying to lure her, couldn’t be more unfaced and annoyed (slightly), yet still a tad humored, about her friend’s tactics and antics. Every other day she would have given in without a second thought, hell, she would have even been the one who started it, but right now, with her internal turmoil regarding a certain traditional woman, she couldn’t fathom to be into what they were proposing even in the slightest. Her head was too busy already to humor them and their kinky ideas of what they could be doing right now. That fact would leave Midari in awe once she had processed it well later.

But right now, Midari was sulking.

The masochist sighed loudly while airily pushing the other girls away from her. “Not today ladies.” She informed to have the other three pouting and whining at her heavily with disappointment. Midari chuckled at that. “I know you miss me and all of this.” She said while gesturing herself from head to toes. “But you’ll have to be patient.” She mocked to then remember the reason for their waiting. “Fuck.” She muttered while bringing a hand to her face. “What am I gonna do…”

The other three shared a confused look to then urged Tooame to ask what’s wrong. The girl cleared her throat. “Boss? ‘s everything alright?” she asked warily, after all, Midari was like a pandora’s box. You could never truly know what will happen next or how she’ll react.   

Midari found herself sighing for like the hundredth time that day. “How do you make a conservative woman who’s never played with her pussy before, who’s super cocky and has a hell of an iron will to finally give in a pet her kitty?!” she asked aloud, her desperation getting the best of her.

The other’s giggled at finally understanding the situation at hand and thus what had Midari in this sourly mood.

Shagatake went to sit on the couch’s arm rest. “Yuriko really has your panties in a twist huh?” she mocked.

“You mean lady Yuriko Shag.” Corrected Kuruduro in a teasing tone while changing positions from being bent over the desk to sit on it just like Tooame was doing.

Shagatake acted like she had just committed a felony. “Oh my God you´re right! My deepest apologies.” She said while bowing down before the three of them shared a laugh.

Tooame could barely speak. “I swear I’ll never fucking forget when Midari almost fired us for making fun of her and making us swear we’ll call her lady Yuriko from then on!” she laughed, almost falling off from the desk, something that made them laugh even more.

Midari lift an accusative finger towards her. “Hey! I was drunk as fuck that day!” she argued, but that only made the laughter grown in the room.

Kuruduro rolled her eyes mockingly with a smirk. “Yeah sure…” she giggled. “Don’t get mad ‘Dari you know that we like her.”

“She’s actually my favorite one from the stucco.” Added Tooame matter of factly.

Midari rolled her eyes again since she knew that the concentration spam of her friends was limited and that they would start talking of whatever nonsense they were laughing about right now. “Girls…” she said to drag their attention back to her and to what was important at the moment.

Shagatake shrugged with a thoughtful countenance. “Yeah mine too though I’d still fuck Yumemi first.” She said like the conversation they were having had suddenly turned into the most serious one they have ever shared.

“Girls!” Midari tried again but to no avail.

“I know right?!” Kuruduro said cheerily while joining in. “But in that case, I’d like to fuck the vice prez first, the mask and her whole mysterious vibe really turns me on!”

“GIRLS!” Midari shouted exasperatedly to finally grasp the attention of her friends. “I really need ya to fucking focus for once in your lifetimes!” she yelled while running a hand through her hair. She took a deep intake of breath to regain some patience. “So this is how Yuriko feels when she’s with me.” Thought the masochist with a chuckle. “Look, I need help with this, so you better start shooting me with ideas that’ll get Yuriko to lose or else I’ll be the one to fucking lose it.” She demanded curtly while standing up from her chair abruptly. “For real this time.”

The other three blinked a couple times, surprised to see their boss and friend in this state of mind over a gamble that she started it none the less. Neither would have expected for Midari to take it so seriously.

Kuruduro was the first one to break the silence. “Damn boss why so desperate?”

Tooame nodded. “Yeah ‘Dari why make such a fuss of it now? Don’t you still have like two weeks and a half to win this?”

Midari scratched the back of her neck guiltily with a careless grin. “Yeahhhh about that… plot twist, I lost the gamble.” She informed before realizing the mistake she had just made.

The other girls eyes popped out of their sockets at the same time. Midari almost thought she would no longer be the only eyeless bitch in the academy.

“WHAT?! YOU LOST?!”

“WHEN WAS THIS AND WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL US?!”

“WHY HAVEN’T WE FUCKED THEN?!”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY” Midari shouted even louder than them. “You really are some loud bitches…” she muttered to herself more than to the other girls in front of her. “Look, long story short, yes, I lost the gamble on yesterday’s night, I already told Yuriko about this and she suggested we continued the gamble on some new terms and I accepted, so” she stared at each of them with a sharp eye to make sure none of them would interrupt her again. “She gave me a second chance, and now the gamble started over, meaning that I need ideas to make her lose and now!” she explained almost out of breath. She sighed before letting herself fall onto the chair again. “I’m in a shithole and you lot better help me to get out of it.”

The other three girls stared at her for a while before falling into a thoughtful silence. Midari was surprised that they were actually thinking of ways to help her decipher what makes Yuriko tick.

“The movie didn’t help right?” asked Tooame with a serious countenance.

Midari shook her head. “Not in the least.” She assured.

Kuruduro hummed. “This is really difficult Midari, lady Yuriko must view everything sexual like absolute bullshit.”

Midari whined loudly. “I knowwww…”

“Maybe a more direct way of stimulation would do the trick.” Proposed Shagatake out of the blue.

They all stared at her.

“Shag, honey, what do ya mean exactly?” asked Kuruduro softly, as if she were talking with a child who had just said the most incoherent yet politically incorrect sentence of all time.

Shagatake just blinked. “You know, usually when people are so repulsed by the idea of sex or even physical pleasure ‘s because they haven’t tried anything of the sort yet, which makes everything else that’s more explicit almost too much for them.” She argued with an intellectual shine that almost blinded the others. “Maybe that’s why lady Yuriko didn’t like the movie in the first place.”

Kuruduro patted her on the back with enthusiasm. “Gurl whenever did ya get a fucking PhD on sexuality and psychology!” she said hyping her up.

Tooame crossed her arms with a smug grin. “Told ya she could be intelligent if it’s about sex.” She muttered cockily.

Midari shushed her. “What do you suggest then?” she asked towards Shagatake.

The purple haired girl smiled. “Isn’t it obvious? You have to seduce her!” she exclaimed happily.

“What?!” exclaimed the others in utter shock at her idea.

“Hold on!” Midari yelled while gesturing with her hands to stop everything. “Are you seriously implying, no, encouraging that I should seduce Yuriko?!” Midari was shocked beyond belief by that idea. How on earth could Shagatake even say that? The girl was clearly delusional and out her mind. “What kind of pot did she smoke…” Midari thought. Shagatake just nodded at her question like it was no big deal.

“Wait.” Chimed in Kuruduro. “Why should be Midari the one seducing her?”

Shagatake furrowed her brow. “What do you mean why? There’s hardly a girl in this world who has refused Midari before.” She giggled lightly. “If there’s any…”

Tooame hummed with concern. “Do we even know if lady Yuriko is into girls?”

Shagatake chuckled with a careless shrug. “Does it even matter? It’s not like Midari hadn’t had her way with so called straight girls before.” She argued. “And besides, if not Midari then who? It’s not like lady Yuriko hangs around with too many people anyways, not even men, so?”

Tooame hummed in agreement. “True though…”

Midari was listening carefully to all the statements that were being shared with her jaw almost touching the floor. Even if some good points were being shared, she couldn’t fathom the idea of her seducing the older girl. “No, stop.” She said and thus cutting any other sentence off. “I could never do that.”

“And why not?” asked Kuruduro like it was no big deal at all.

Midari groaned. “I could never do that with Yuriko.” She stated to then clench her jaw. “She’s a friend.” She said through clenched teeth and shut eyes, finally saying it out loud to someone else that wasn’t herself or Yuriko herself.

The other three girls laughed at her.

“And? We’re your friends too.” Said Kuruduro.

Shagatake giggled mischievously. “And there’s hardly anything you haven’t done to us already…” she purred.

Midari pinched the bridge of her nose. “It. Is. Different.” She said slowly so they could understand.

“Why?” Tooame inquired. “Why’s it any different with her than with us or with any other girl so to speak?”

Midari slammed her fist onto the desk. “Because…!” But she couldn’t find any words to her justification. “Why is it any different with Yuriko? I mean, she’s clearly different from these sluts right here, does that also make her a different type of friend?” Midari thought. “Could I really seduce her? It’s not like I’m seducing any girl now, it’s Yuriko we’re talking about, but why is she any different? Of course there’s the fact that she’s more innocent than any other girl I’ve been with but… no, that’s not it, I’ve slept with virgins before… it’s also not the fact that I couldn’t seduce her or that she’s any special, after all that’s the point I wanted to prove with this whole thing…” Midari hummed deep in thought. “Yuriko does blush whenever I’m flirty self towards her but that could also be because she’s put off by it or just too shy, but then again…” The masochist then remembered what Yuriko said before leaving her all alone in the morning, about how maybe she just wanted to continue the gamble because she liked to see her suffer. “Maybe you lot are right…” she whispered.

“Of course we are!” They all said in unison.

Tooame then walked towards Midari to put a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Don’t stress it Midari, no one’s saying you should seduce her to have your way with her and even less fuck her, lucky if you do though, but maybe just like Shagatake said lady Yuriko needs a more… familiar approach.” She said in a kind of comforting way, to which the others nodded in agreement.  

Midari hummed in thought yet again. “They’re right… sweet old Yuriko, you think you can’t be tempted? I’ll prove to ya that you can even succumb to the lowest there is, maybe it was about time for me to be the one to give you a little push myself into losing this gamble you oh so wished to continue… That’s right Yuriko, the real fun’s just about to begin!” she thought calculatingly as she burst into a wild fit of maniac cackles that had her cheeks blushing and her temples sweating.

The other three girls were just happy to see their friend and boss coming back to herself.

“Fuck yes!” Yelled Midari in sheer ecstasy at this new prospect. She turned to stare at her friends with a proud half smile. “Good job girls, I’ll be soon and glad to show you my gratitude once this whole thing’s over with me as the winner.” She promised in a seductive velvety voice and a wicked wink of her eye that had the other three beaming with excitement. “Now now, it’s time for a change of plans…” she announced with a gleam in her eye and a toothy smile. “It’s time for Midari Ikishima to finally have a great time and put her own hands into this!”

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Chapter Text

It's a dangerous game…

…

Midari and Yuriko had gotten closer.

But not as close as Midari would like.

At least for the sake of her little seducing crusade, that is.  

Almost two weeks had gone by since Yuriko gave Midari another chance on their gamble, one that Midari as presumed by most who knew about it lost, and since then the masochistic girl vowed she would do everything within her power to make the older girl lose for real this time, even if it meant going out of her way to seduce her into giving in, something that proved to be not as bothersome nor as boring as she once thought it would be, a fact that left her more pleased than it really should.

But still, for the masochist, it just wasn’t enough.

Since the first day Midari began her task of seducing Yuriko that day at the library they had, indeed, gotten far closer than they were already; If both girls already spent some of their spare-time together then now they would spend most of it, they would occasionally even lunch together (and not necessarily at the cafeteria with the whole student body surrounding them), Midari would even sit through some of Yuriko’s weekly club meetings (which to her were a boring nuisance) juts to be with the third-year. Yuriko on the other hand would more often than not bring the masochist lunch to the committee’s headquarters and wouldn’t leave until she made sure the one-eyed girl had eaten a nutritious meal (during this time Yuriko has gotten to know one of the many bad habits of Midari that consisted of skipping meals during the day due to beautification council work, laziness, or just because she wasn’t in the mood to eat anything, a preoccupying fact that Yuriko took it upon herself to never let it pass by ever again), the slit-eyed woman also found herself (surprisingly) being a tad more affectionate with the masochist with soft squeezes on the shoulders, playful ruffles on her hair and even tender hugs (though it just happened once when Yuriko got her history test score, which was the highest of her year, and she was so happy that she didn’t think it twice when she saw Midari and went to hug her with all her might and thankfulness). Both girls also found themselves even studying together sometimes, although it was more of Midari staring at Yuriko and playing with her hair than anything else really, unless she had late homework to take care of and then it would be her working under the slit-eyed woman’s watchful gaze. Either way it was nice and weirdly comforting for both of them, but what had them even more amazed (especially Midari who was also happier) was the fact that Yuriko seemed to be getting more laid back by every day they spent together. Now, the third-year girl would laugh even more at every dirty joke Midari would crack, she wouldn’t recoil or roll her eyes as much, she would even be more open to talk about sexual things since she would sometimes reply with some of the best come-backs the masochist has heard in her whole life. They had certainly gotten closer, a fact people around them would notice (especially the student council members).

So yes, Midari was happy that there was some progress there, but every step forward seemed futile whenever the conversation of masturbation would come up since it would also lead to the conversation of the gamble which would lead to Yuriko proudly stating that she hadn’t lost yet and wasn’t even close to and, the was the worst part of it all, was that these scenarios would only help reminding Midari that she still was a far road behind, that her time was running up, that she hadn’t given in herself and, to top it all off, of just how on edge she was.  

These were certainly difficult times for the poor masochist, and usually spending time with her adversary would help her a great deal when it came to pass through the day without much problem, but it was in times like this, where she needed the most help.

Today, by some kind of curse set on upon her, both Midari and Yuriko couldn’t see each other. Midari overslept that morning, so catching even a glimpse of Yuriko at early hours was a no-go. Later they had classes which they obviously did not share. At lunch time the president had commanded Midari to take care of some gambling dens and some students that were in debt personally, and so she did, and after she finished handling them she went to the beautification headquarters only to find a lunch box with a note from Yuriko that said “Eat it all. If you don’t, be damn sure I’ll know.” That made Midari giggle, and so, she ate it dutifully, after all she didn’t know how but she knew if she didn’t Yuriko would in fact know, and the masochist wasn’t in the mood to test the waters with an angry slit-eyed woman. More classes came after that, and once the bell rang to announce that they were finally free for what rested of the afternoon the masochist was quick to message the traditional woman;

M: Hey baby girl, ya up to something atm?

Y: When I told you not to call me that I meant it in all spaces and platforms.

M: HA! LIKE I’D GIVE A SHIT

M: Anyways, you busy right now?

Y: Sadly enough I am. I have to run some council errands and then I have to take care of some official matches a couple students requested of me.

M: Crapppppp

Y: Why? Do you need anything?

M: Nah I was just bored.

Y: I’m sorry I cannot help you with that, but I bet losing the gamble would do you wonders.

M: HA. HA. HA. VERY FUNNY SMARTY-ASS

M: .l.

M: Fuck, just be sure to beat those scumbags’ asses dearly will ya? I don’t like it when people mess with my plans…

Y: I know, and I will.

Y: By the way, did you eat the lunch I left you?

M: Yes mom…

Y: Good girl.

Y: I must go now, goodbye.

Midari didn’t even look at Yuriko’s last message, being too bothered at her current situation to even acknowledge the fact that Yuriko was indeed busy and didn’t have time for her. “She doesn’t have time for me…” Midari grumbled, somehow that thought left her even angrier and bothered than she already was before, and so, with a resigned huff she turned around to head towards her dorm to kill time off by maybe taking some cold showers and scrolling through her phone. Until she heard someone calling her from the distance.

“Hey boss!” Yelled Shagatake as she along with Kuruduro and Tooame made their way towards the masochist.

Midari raised her sulking face to address her cheery friends. “Hey girls, what up?” she said without much enthusiasm.

Tooame giggled beside her. “Mmm someone’s looking rather gloomy today…” she teased.

Shagatake laughed. “Maybe it’s ‘cause lady Yuriko isn’t here?” All three of them laughed even more when Midari just growled in annoyance while rolling her eye at them.

“Don’t ya worry boss, we were actually looking for ya to join us in an activity that just might be the solution to your current problem!” said Kururduro with brimming enthusiasm.

Midari, without believing her words much, just raised an inquisitive eyebrow. “Oh yeah? And what’d that be huh?” she asked more automatically than for the sake of curiosity. “You already know I ain’t fucking ya’ll” she clarified.

Tooame laughed while circling an arm around the masochist’s waist to start leading her forwards along the corridor. “We were just heading towards the committee’s HQ to have one of our drinking games.” She informed with a smile.

Shagatake nodded. “Wanna join boss? You haven’t done this with us in a while.” She affirmed while the others nodded their heads in agreement with puppy eyes towards the one-eyed girl.

Midari stared at them for a moment.

She had been avoiding drinking with them, and with anyone really, in fear that the alcohol in her system might get her horny and with little to no regard of her actions, meaning that in that state of mind she wouldn’t mind losing, she wouldn’t even be able to control it. But right now, she was in just a sour mood that she doubted she could get any heated up. “Maybe I could join them and drink until I’m ready to pass out…” she thought, after all tomorrow was Friday so she didn’t give a crap about her classes (Fridays were just early Saturdays for the masochist), she needed to kill time off and what better way than to have a drink or two with her friends who will make her laugh along the way? If alcohol was the only easy way out to escape reality and her miserable existence right now and thus her problems (and the fact that Yuriko wasn’t there to do it herself) then she would receive it with open arms. And besides, she supposed she could drink just enough to get to her dorm later in the night without any worries in her head and ready to blackout on the comfiness of her bed. “Yeah, it doesn’t sound bad at all.”  

Midari snickered. “You know what girls? Let’s get fucked up!”

…

And Midari really did get fucked up.

After spending the majority of the afternoon sharing drinks and playing some drinking games with her friends night came by rather quickly and with that a sense and a feeling of relaxation Midari hadn’t felt in a very long time (or at least since the very beginning of her gamble with Yuriko). It was late in the night, when the masochist checked her phone she saw it marked a blurry 10:30PM which to her liking was the hour when the party and thus the real fun should be really starting, but when she saw that her friends where getting a little too friendly and affectionate with one another Midari knew (or at least had enough conscience to know) that she needed to get the hell out of there before she could do something she would have later regretted dearly. So, with a dizzy head and uncoordinated legs, she dragged herself out of that scene managing to escape it successfully, and thank goodness she did, because if she had kept drinking then she was sure she wouldn’t be able to stand or to talk right now (she wasn’t even sure she could even do the last one).

It took Midari longer than usual (and a whole deal of effort) to get towards her dorm’s door, having stumbled against walls and stairs a few times before on her way there, but at least she managed to get there safely and with enough power of will to open the door and hopefully land over her bed before passing out for good since she was getting drowsier by every breath she took. She laughed in the loneliness of the dark and quite corridor. “Midari you’re a genius.” She thought, proud at herself for having so much self-control and for having her little plan be a success.

That’s it of course, until she reached out for her keys only to find that she forgot her bag back at the beautification’s committee headquarters.

Midari stared at her empty hands and floor with alarm. “No, no, no, no ,no, no…” she mumbled as she looked around her as if her back would appear by some sort of miracle that took pity on her. She also checked herself, patting away her body in case she put her keys in her shoes, socks, sweater and even her skirt’s waist band. But she found nothing but her cellphone there with her. “Fuck…” she sighed as she banged her head against her dorm’s door vexed at her own stupidity. “No, now’s not the time to beat myself up, I gotta think and fast!” she thought before she began to weigh her options; heading back to the beatification’s headquarters was a no-go (she barely even managed to get herself here), asking one of the girls to bring her back her keys was also out of the question (they were probably in worse condition than her or fucking), asking Sayaka to take pity on her was a no as well (she doubted she would even be awake to open the door up for her, and in the event that she was the masochist was certain that she would be doing the nasty with the president, and Midari couldn’t run the risk of getting turned-on by that). Other than those, Midari only had one viable option left, and in all honesty, she wondered why she hadn’t thought of it first thing since the beginning.

Yuriko would certainly give her shelter if she needed to (or so Midari hoped so), she also knew that the slit-eyed woman wouldn’t be with anyone, and there was still a chance that the third-year girl was still awake since the masochist knew that she liked to read at night. “But what if she isn’t…” thought the one-eyed girl before shrugging almost immediately after that thought crossed her dizzy mind. She was too drunk to care of any consequences the older girl could throw upon her, she just wanted a safe place to pass the night by and sleep (she certainly wasn’t looking forward to passing out in the cold and open corridor), and crashing at Yuriko’s and sharing a bed with her (if she got lucky enough to be spared of sleeping on the floor) was just too appetizing in her situation to ever decline. Besides, it would give her a whole new material to tease her about, and maybe use it to her advantage on her seducing crusade in the near future.

Midari didn’t think it twice when dragging herself towards Yuriko’s dorm and knocking on her dorm’s door (because God only knew she wasn’t even able to unlock her phone to message her first).

It wasn’t until she was knocking with more fervor the second time that the door finally opened before her blurry eye.

“Mi-Midari?! What are you doing here? And at this hour nonetheless.”  Asked a surprised yet slightly annoyed Yuriko at the sight of the masochist at her door. She took a deep stare at the one-eyed girl from head to toes to discover that she was holding herself against the door’s frame, that she didn’t have much balance, that her single eye was struggling to maintain focus and that she reeked of alcohol once she took a sniff. “Midari have you been drinking?” she asked in a whisper with a scrunched nose at the smell that radiated from the masochist in front of her. “What the hell is wrong with her? Drinking at the academy and in a weekday for God’s sake.” Thought the traditional woman in outrage.  

Midari gave her a toothy big smile. “Surprise!” she said with her hands up before she put them again against the door’s frame so she could steady her trembling self. She giggled a little at that before she saw Yuriko’s agape and confused countenance. Midari chuckled once again, not as loud as before though. “Ding, ding, ding! You’re correct baby girl, I’m drunk as fuck!” She confirmed with a grin as if Yuriko had won some kind of contest, but the later girl’s face was just as perplexed as before. Midari cleared her throat. “Yeah, uhm, so I’m drunk as you can clearly see, and uh, I left my dorm keys at the beautification’s HQ, so I was hoping I could crash at your place for the night…?” she implied with a guilty smile and a hiccup hoping Yuriko would receive her with open warm arms.

Yuriko, on the other hand, was flabbergasted. “Are you kidding me?” she asked without stuttering while assessing the other girl’s current condition. “You idiot, how could you forget your own dorm keys? Look at the state you’re in! How did you even manage to get here? Are you aware that something dangerous could’ve happened to you at this academy? I know you’re tough and that you can get by, but this is seriously too much, even for you Midari.” She berated in an enraged whisper towards a crestfallen masochist, just like a parent would scold their child for doing something reckless, but what Midari failed to see at the moment was that if Yuriko was doing so was solely because she was worried for her well-being. “I don’t even want to imagine what could have happened to her in the worst-case scenario.”

Midari sighed in surrender, being too drunk to fight back and too ashamed of herself to ever contradict whatever thing Yuriko was saying, for she knew the older girl was right, at least a bit so, or enough to not say anything about it now. “Look, I know I’m an idiot like you said, and that I fucked up and am fucked up, but could you please tell me off tomorrow? I really am not digging the scolding right now.” She said with a dry laugh, not being able to look at the older girl in the eyes at the moment. “Just let me pass the night at your place okay? I’ll even sleep on the floor if it bothers you that much.” She assured in defeat before staring at Yuriko with her best puppy eye. “Please Yuriko…”

The slit-eyed girl looked at her firmly. “Are you really sure there’s no other place you can go to?” she asked just to be sure about it, and when the masochist nodded slowly, she sighed heavily. “Okay, you can spend the night here.” Yuriko assured in defeat knowing fully well that she didn’t have the heart to deny the masochist this one request, even less in her drunk and thus vulnerable state. “What am I even doing.”

Midari grinned at Yuriko’s words. “Yes!-” she began to say enthusiastically before being cut off by a soft hand over her mouth.

Yuriko hushed her hardly. “Shut up will you? Remember that it’s the middle of the night and people are sleeping.” She berated in a whisper. “Look, I’m letting you spend the night at my dorm under the condition that you will obey every order I give you, okay? And the first one is to be quite.” She informed firmly before taking away her hand from the masochist’s mouth before she could begin to lick it in that childish way she always did.

Midari nodded eagerly with newfound spirits. “Ma’am yes ma’am!” she whispered with a smile as she walked into Yuriko’s dorm only for her wabbling legs to give in once she took a step forward. If it hadn’t been for the third-year girl who caught her Midari would have certainly woken up with a bruised cheek or eye (maybe even both). “Whoopsie daisy!” she slurred in between giggles.

Yuriko just rolled her eyes while circling Midari’s waist with one arm and closing the door behind her with the other one. “Seriously, you-” she just sighed, being too tired and annoyed at her current situation. Handling a drunk masochist certainly wasn’t part of her nightly routine nor a simple task. Once Midari put one of her arms around the traditional girl’s shoulders, the latter walked her towards her bed to sit the masochist down. “Do you feel like throwing up?” she asked.

Midari exaggerated a thinking gesture. “Mmhh, no, not really…” She thought of it for a second longer before cracking up a chesire smile. “Or at least not yet!” she joked as she laughed.

Yuriko pinched the bridge of her nose while counting to ten to regain some much-needed patience. “Whatever. Just stay put, I’ll be right back.” She ordered before turning around and disappearing into what Midari assumed was the bathroom.

Now that the masochist was left alone, she had time to actually take in her surroundings.

She had never been into Yuriko’s dorm before, she’s seen glimpses of it before of course, but she had never actually seen it for real. Its structure was just like hers, spacious and all since the members of the council had the privilege of owning a two-party room for themselves, giving them plenty of space and privacy. Even if hers and Yuriko’s dorm was all the same in that regard it was very different at the same time. Yuriko’s style was very minimalistic and traditional, her desk and floor were very tidy, she didn’t have a lot of things, plenty of books and some tea boxes storage on her desk, but what really caught her eye was the little Bonsai at her windowsill. That made Midari smile. “I didn’t know Yuriko was into plants… maybe I can share with her some tips of how to take care of it some other time.” She thought. She noticed that the bed she was currently sitting on was very tidy as well, all white sheets and a couple white pillows as well, though the pinkish cotton blanket was soft and cute. Midari’s intrusive thoughts lead her to caress it to test out its softness. “Very soft indeed, just like a sheep…” she mumbled.

“I’m back.” Announced Yuriko as she approached Midari with a glass of water in hand. “Drink all of it please.” She commanded politely while handing the masochist the glass.

Midari took the glass in her hand before she took in something much more interesting. She didn’t know how she didn’t notice it before, maybe it was because she had been too desperate and drunk, or maybe just desperate since she still was rather drunk, and so she stared shamelessly. It was the first time she had ever seen Yuriko like this, in her pajamas and not in her traditional red and white kimono. Yuriko was wearing a light-pink silk pajama set with black buttons and neck lines on the short-sleeved top and bottoms that were ankle-length, the masochist also noticed (with glee) that the third-year woman wasn’t using a bra and that her breasts seemed a bit fuller without the restrictive fabric. Midari also noticed that her long brown hair was fully down without her usual red bow, a nice change that the one-eyed girl couldn’t help but bask in. Seeing Yuriko like this, in a so relax and out of the usual way, pajamas on and hair down, Midari couldn’t help but find her so, just so-

“What are you staring at?” asked Yuriko with a raised eyebrow at the silent and gazing masochist in front of her who seemed like she was in some kind of trance after being hypnotized.

Midari blinked a few times before regaining a bit of awareness of herself, where she was at and, most importantly, who she was with. “Get a grip on yourself you’re too drunk right now!” she thought. “Oh, ah, nothing, just taking a look around your dorm that’s all.” She replied, feigning innocence before chuckling. “It’s just so you that it almost shocked me completely.” She added playfully before drinking from the glass the other girl gave her.

Yuriko furrowed her brow. “And by that you mean…”

Midari stopped drinking water to answer. “It’s plain and simple.” She replied with a careless shrug and mocking smile before she took one last big gulp, meanwhile Yuriko was ready to roll her eyes again until the masochist spoke up. “But it’s pretty… comforting and peaceful.” She added while giving the glass back to Yuriko.

Yuriko blinked with surprise while receiving the glass back. “Oh…well that’s nice.” She said before turning around to make her way towards the bathroom to refill it with more water for the drunk girl on her bed. “If my room is just like me… does that mean Midari thinks of me as those traits she just said?” she thought as her cheeks got a bit warmer. It wasn’t until the glass got overflowed with water that run down the slit-eyed girl’s hand that she came back to herself. “Don’t think too much about it, those are just a drunk’s words.” She whispered to herself while drying her hand with a towel. By the time she went back to her bed she saw that Midari was having trouble with getting her shoes off; her uncoordinated self and lack of a sense of depth almost made her fall off the bed (which of course made her laugh maniacally). Yuriko just shook her head. “Let me.” She offered while leaving the glass of water over her nightstand before she crunched down on her knees to start taking Midari’s loafers off. Midari then started giggling uncontrollably (doing a very bad job at hiding it) “May I know what’s so funny?” asked Yuriko, very much vexed at the situation at hand since Midari wasn’t any help as well (every time Yuriko tried getting her shoes off the masochist would move her foot away playfully just to mess around with her). “Maybe I should have left her in the corridor…”

Midari snorted. “Oh nothing, it’s just that…” she giggled before grasping the third-year’s girl chin in between her fingers to make her look up at her. Midari smirked down at her with a hooded eye. “I never thought I’d ever see you kneeling in between my legs Yurikoooo…” she purred seductively yet teasingly, and once she saw the other girl’s face grow a deep red she burst into wild laughter.

“That idiot!” Thought the slit-eyed woman in both anger and embarrassment while she tried to calm her blushing face down. “That’s it, you can take your another shoe off by yourself.” She affirmed while letting Midari’s leg fall from her grasp heavily into the ground witch by force of momentum (and also because of Midari’s almost non-existent stability) made the masochist slide down from Yuriko’s bed into the floor with a thud that made her groan a little. The older girl just sat where the masochist used to with crossed arms and a pleased smile on her face, enjoying the one-eyed girl’s little show at attempting to get rid of her shoe with difficulty.

“Fuck!” Cursed the masochist while trying to grab her foot that seemed to go the other direction of her hands. “Come here you little bitch!” she mumbled to her shoe.

Yuriko couldn’t help the chuckle that engulfed her. “It serves your right.” She assured. “For drinking when you shouldn’t and for being a pain in the butt.” She mocked, and the masochist just gave her an annoyed and drunk side eye that made Yuriko stifle a laugh with her hand over her mouth.

Midari scoffed. “Well I’ll tell ya that I wouldn’t be like this if it weren’t for you.” She affirmed before lunching herself over her foot to finally catch it. “Finally!” she exclaimed happily as she now struggled to take it off.

The slit-eyed woman furrowed her brow in a mix of surprise and outrageousness. “Excuse me? How is you getting drunk beyond belief suddenly my fault?” she asked with a severe eyebrow raised.

Midari almost fell over her back once she got her shoe off. “It’s your damn fault.” She replied in between pants pf exhaustion because of the effort. “If you hadn’t been so goddamn busy then I wouldn’t be like this right now.” Midari wasn’t able to control what she was saying anymore (if she ever was really), satiating whatever crossed her buzzed mind without thinking it over before, even if she thought it was the truth.

Yuriko furrowed her brow in confusion and opened her mouth to say something before she closed it back immediately. She thought of a thousand things she could reply, like how being busy wasn’t even her fault, that she knew she had duties to take care of, that she wasn’t her babysitter that had the job to keep her entertained, and that even if she had been busy that wasn’t an excuse to get hammered like that. But Yuriko kept quiet, and she blamed it on the fact that she was just too tired to keep dealing with a drunk Midari like this. “It would be of no use anyway, she’s too drunk to even listen to anything rational I have to say and…  why beat her off for something like this really?” she thought with a sympathetic sigh. She took a look at the masochist that was sitting so un-lady like on the floor of her dorm. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you.” She said softly, taking pity on her friend. “But there are things I just cannot control and that I must do, just like you do sometimes, you do understand that, right? Do not think that it was because I didn’t want to spend time with you.” She reassured softly, almost in a tender a comforting manner.

“Yeah, yeah, just don’t give me that pitiful look will ya? I already feel pathetic and sick enough to have you giving me a consolation shit-show to top it all off.” She slurred with a careless brush of her hand, but deep down Midari couldn’t deny the comforting feeling that Yuriko’s words gave her, so she avoided her caring gaze before the masochist, in her drunk state, could melt into it or express some kind of vulnerability she certainly wasn’t used to. “Let’s just go sleep okay? My head keeps spinning like crazy.”

Yuriko just smiled. “Okay.” She replied softly before she stood up to open up the bedsheets of her bed and accommodating another pillow next to the one she regularly used. “You will- what are you doing?” she asked once she turned around only to be greeted by the masochist laying on the floor.

Midari arched an eyebrow up. “What do you mean? I’m making myself comfortable to sleep.” She answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Maybe Yuriko’s the drunk one.” She thought with a chuckle.

The third-year woman furrowed her brow yet again. “Of co-course but why on the floor?” she asked incredulously, and Midari only knew how to blink. “Don’t be silly and come over here, we will be sharing my bed.” She affirmed.

Midari’s eye almost popped out of her socket. There was no way she was getting this lucky. “Yo-you want us to sleep on the sa-same bed?” she asked without believing Yuriko’s words. “If there’s a God then I fucking thank him.”

“Well of course.” Yuriko affirmed with a grin. “Did you think me so cold hearted as to have you sleeping on the floor? Please Midari I’m not that cruel.” She teased playfully with a giggle. “You will sleep on the wall side of the bed though, and I’ll have you know that I wake up early and I will not hesitate to wake you up as well.” She informed while making way for Midari to settle herself in. “So? Get up here.”

Midari blinked before she rapidly, and a little unstably, getting up from the ground to scoot over Yuriko’s bed where she had been told to. Once she settled herself comfortably under the sheets, she looked over at Yuriko to see that she was staring at her with a thoughtful look. “What?” she asked cautiously as she looked around her thinking that maybe she did something she wasn’t supposed to.

“Oh nothing, it’s just that…” Yuriko gulped, feeling a little self-conscious about what she was going to say. “It’s just that, since we’re sleeping together and the bed isn’t that big, I would suggest you sleep without your sweater vest since it could get too hot for both of us to be comfortable.” She pointed out matter of factly, though still with a small blush over her cheeks.

“Oh.” Was all Midari could muster. She grasped the edges of her sweater vest in her hands to start pulling it up until an idea got to her head. “Maybe I could push my luck a little more…” she thought while trying not to get too overly excited. She looked at Yuriko with an apologetically smile. “Mind giving me hand with this?” she asked while raising her arms over her head with a playful smile, and Yuriko just sighed and sat on the bed to get rid of Midari’s sweater. Even if the masochist was drunk, she knew that, with a lot of difficulty and effort, she was capable of getting her sweater off by herself, but she just couldn’t waste an opportunity like this one.

Once Yuriko got Midari off her sweater she folded it neatly to leave it at the feet of the bed. “There, all done.” She said before she got comfortable on her bed next to Midari as she covered both of their bodies with the blankets.

Silence engulfed them.

Yuriko turned her head to look at Midari who was laying on her side looking back at her as well with a gaze Yuriko didn’t know how to interpret but that it was certainly penetrating her. “Uhm, well, try getting as much sleep as you can and if you need anything just wake me up… goodnight.” She said to then turn on her own side and thus giving the masochist her back. She took a deep breath to steady and calm herself, after all it wasn’t common for her to sleep next to someone, and to have that someone being Midari out of all people. “Mmm, I guess it’s better to have her than anyone else.” She thought pensively before she closed her eyes to have some much-needed rest.

Until she felt an arm circling her waist and dragging her closer to a warm body.

“Midari?! What-” her speech was cut off when she felt the masochist burying her face on her hair just inches above her shoulder and open neckline. Yuriko froze right then and there.

“Sshh don’t be so loud.” Whispered Midari on Yuriko’s ear while tightening her grip around her waist, bringing her body even closer until it was flushed against hers. Midari wasn’t really sure what had possessed her to do such an abrupt action since (even though she was waisted) she knew she would have done this dead sober as well, maybe not as suddenly as she did now, maybe with a little bit of teasing along the way as well. “But God, this feeling…” she thought while taking a deep intake of breath on Yuriko’s hair. “It smells so fucking good, and it’s so soft…” she thought while burying her face even more into it. “Yuriko’s body is so damn warm…” The alcohol in her system had her senses heightened, and suddenly Midari found she wasn’t drunk anymore, that she was like in a euphoric state with newfound energy, that she was suddenly not sleepy at all, and what had her head dizzy was non other than Yuriko’s smell and heat. There were only two problems with this; the first one being that she could feel her own heat rising within of her, which was dangerous for a couple reasons (mainly for her own good), and the second being that Yuriko was stiff as a rock. Midari chuckled. “Hey, relax, it’s not like I bite… unless you want me to of course…” she purred with a smirk on her ear seductively while caressing her waist and belly with the arm that was holding her close.

At the feeling of the masochist’s teasing fingers drawing circles through the thin fabric of her pajama top Yuriko’s breath hitched. “What are you doing Midari.” She asked in an alarmed whisper not knowing what to do or what to say about the one-eyed girl’s ministrations. “She’s drunk, she doesn’t know what she’s doing… right?”

But Midari didn’t answer, and instead she just kept exploring the length of Yuriko’s stomach with soft and teasing movements. “Fuck Yuriko…” she groaned into the back of her neck. “Whatever did you do to smell like this… it’s intoxicating.” She exhaled alluringly, her hot breath coming in contact with the older girl’s skin, feeling how she stilled at the feeling, watching with glee how her skin crawled at both her breath and her words, her exposed tantalizing skin inviting her forward, like an addict being presented with the best brand of heroin for herself after a long period of abstinence, an offer she couldn’t deny no matter how much power of will she had trained herself to have. And so, she dived in and started running the tip of her nose along Yuriko’s neck and exposed shoulder and back in slow sensual movements. “Your skin is so damn soft and smooth, it makes me wonder if all of your body feels this good as well… but most of all, I wonder just how good it tastes…”

“Wh-what-” From Yuriko’s lips escaped a muffled squeak she couldn’t have controlled no matter how much she wanted to, for nothing could have ever prepared her to feel Midari’s soft lips kissing the back of her neck. It was a feeling she couldn’t compare to anything she had ever felt before, it was intrusive, it was weird, and yet so electrifying she was rendered speechless, powerless even, and although at first they were small and tentative kisses, Midari soon turned them into wet, slicky hot ones, nibbling at the exposed curve of her neck, biting down on it, and giving her long licks on the back of her neck and exposed back. Yuriko’s cheeks were as red as they could be, not to mention warm, but that could apply for the rest of her body as well, her breathing was ragged, her heart was thumping like crazy in a strange mix of nervousness, embarrassment, a small amount of fear and, to her surprise, a not so small amount of desire at the feeling of Midari’s hot and wet pierced tongue on her untouched skin and of the sensation of the masochist’s body against hers (Yuriko could feel how Midari’s piercing rolled over her as well as the latter’s breasts flushed against her back). To say that the traditional girl tried to suppress every whine her throat evoked would be giving her too much credit for since she just couldn’t control it (or at least not anymore). “I must stop this, all of this… I must stop Midari and fast!” she thought in alarm, being too overwhelmed at both the situation and the feelings that were coursing through her body. “This isn’t correct, we shouldn’t be doing this, it’s strange and awkward, Midari’s drunk and doesn’t know what she’s doing… I must do something to make her stop!” she thought getting both anxious and desperate. But when she called the masochist’s name she didn’t know if it was a warning or a moan “Mi-Midari…”

Midari hummed in rapture. “Yuriko…” she moaned back, not even close to even imagine the internal conflict and turmoil that her poor friend was in. Midari, on the other hand, was relishing at their situation, with every kiss, bite, lick and nibble she gave Yuriko’s soft skin a new and more urgent need to give her more, to taste more of her, seemed to unlock within her, gloating over the feel and savor of her skin on her tongue, and with every whine that escaped the slit-eyed girl’s mouth a new set of pleasurable chills run down through the masochist’s body from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet, engulfing her in a type of frenzy she was almost certain she had never experienced before (and certainly never this hard) that it was surely driving her completely insane. “Shit Yuriko…” she grunted before sucking onto the girl’s pulse point hardly, swiping her pierced tongue along the bitten area, opening her eye just in time to watch how Yuriko covered her mouth with her hand to stifle what the one-eyed girl knew was bound to be a moan of pleasure.

But Midari wanted more.

“I want more- No! I need more of her…” she thought blinded by desire and so, in one swift yet delicate move with the hand that had been caressing her waist, hip and stomach this entire time, she slid it down Yuriko’s pajama top to touch her skin for real this time. That action made Midari moan and Yuriko tremble, and the masochist wasted no time in grabbing and scratching her soft milky skin, yearning to grab and pinch more than just skin, craving to get handful of real flesh. Midari trailed her hand upwards with nothing in mind but the need to touch Yuriko’s breasts, but to her disappointment she only got to graze her underboob before the slit-eyed girl’s hand grabbed her wrist to move it down and out of her chest. But Midari only mistook her signal. She giggled lowly. “Let me make you feel good Yuriko…” she whispered sexily on her ear before licking it, an action that made the traditional woman squirm in Midari’s arms. After that, the masochist only spent a couple seconds caressing the older girl’s belly again before she began to play and tease her bottoms waistband, and when she was finally going to slide it down for real to finally touch her where she most wanted to she was stopped again by the same hand that prevented the masochist from cupping her so desired breasts.

“Midari stop.” Commanded Yuriko firmly, stopping anything further to happen.

Midari blinked a few times while assessing the situation and getting down from her high and clouded mind. Yuriko was still as a stick, top and hair slightly disheveled, neck red and wet with hickeys and love bites, and even though she couldn’t see her face she knew that the look she must’ve had on wasn’t one that was asking for more or even to continue what they were doing. She took a deep intake of breath to regain some self-control to then withdraw her hand from Yuriko’s pants to stretch and tidy up her pajama top a little.

Yuriko was unmoving, unsure of what to do exactly or if she even needed to do anything at all, but thankful that Midari stopped when she asked to, after all, she knew that the masochist wouldn’t go further if she wasn’t comfortable with it and that she would have stopped at any moment if she had said so. The problem was that Yuriko only found the strength to say stop at the very last moment. “What the hell got into me?” she thought to herself without being able to believe what had happened and what she had let to happen.  Her mind was in turmoil until she heard Midari chuckle.

“Sorry, but just in case, let me know if you wanna continue.” She offered playfully.

“She must still be drunk.” Thought Yuriko with a pang of guilt. “No worries, let’s just go to sle-” she was caught by surprise when Midari circled her waist again as she spooned her while burying her face in her hair again. “Midari what are you-” but she couldn’t finish her question for she began to hear light snoring coming from the masochist. “Did she really fall asleep? And this fast after what just happened?” she questioned with a feeling she couldn’t quite place now. She thought about moving her or wiggling her way out of her embrace, but then thought against it, blaming it on that she was just too tired to do so and that she didn’t want to wake Midari up instead of the fact that it just felt good and right to be held like that by the masochist.

Anyways, Yuriko closed her eyes and blocked every thought from her mind to finally get some sleep.

Whatever consequences, she would deal with them tomorrow.  

Chapter Text

A darker dream
That has no ending
Something unreal
That you want to be true

A strange romance                                                                                                                                                                                                    Out of a mystery tale…

…

It was early in the morning when the firsts rays of sun hit Yuriko’s face through the window curtains, but that was hardly what made the traditional girl wake up. No, what had actually woken Yuriko up were a series of factors she took noticed of as she regained consciousness and lost sleepiness. The first thing the slit-eyed woman took notice of was the light snoring buzzing through her ears. The second one was the warmness that covered almost all of her body, and it was here that she remembered that Midari had crashed at her place last night and shared the bed with her, a fact that made her relieved since it meant she wasn’t coming down with a fever. What startled Yuriko though, and this was the factor that made her woke up completely, was the position they were into.

Yuriko remembered everything that had transpired last night, from the moment the masochist knocked on her door on a drunken state till the moment the both of them went to sleep with the one-eyed girl holding Yuriko, almost spooning her. At that time, Yuriko didn’t think much of it, blaming it on Midari being too drunk to even realize what she was doing and on herself being too tired to even care since she assumed that at some point either she or the masochist would move away from each other. And as she had thought, they indeed moved, but not away from each other but even closer to one another.   

Yuriko’s whole being stilled.

It seemed like she had been the one to change positions rather than the masochist. Midari was still holding Yuriko tightly against her warm body, one hand on her lower back keeping her in place while the other that went under her body was tangled in her hair, her head was resting just above the older girl’s one, her face buried in her hair. Meanwhile, Yuriko’s head was resting under Midari’s chin, her face nestled on the crook of her neck, her hand embracing the younger girl around the waist. But what had Yuriko flustered to no end was the fact that their legs were entwined, with the traditional girl’s in between the masochist’s (as if it couldn’t get any more intimate).

“What do I do now?” Thought Yuriko in alarm as she tried to avoid thinking of Midari’s breasts breathing on her chest. “Oh well, it’s not as if we don’t have to get up anyways.” She concluded while untangling herself from the taller girl’s embrace, only barely managing to turn her back around when the hand that had been resting on her lower back came around her waist to prevent her from getting out of bed. “Mi-Midari what’re you-”

“Don’t go yet.” The masochist mumbled drowsily from behind the older girl, her face burying even more into her hair.

Yuriko stiffened at Midari’s voice, having thought that she was still asleep. She cleared her throat. “Midari, we have to get up and ready for the day-”

“Five more minutes.”  Midari mumbled again, more clearly and emphatically. “Just… five more minutes…” she whispered again more softly while tightening her hold around the older girl’s waist, her eye as shut as it could be.

Yuriko just sighed but granted her wish with a small concealed chuckle. “I knew Midari was touchy, but I never expected her to be the type of girl who likes cuddling.” She thought softly, sighing again at the same time she let herself relax and relish in the warm and weirdly comforting embrace of the masochist before starting her day and facing the consequences of her actions. Speaking of consequences, Yuriko’s mind began to wander to last’s night events. “How on earth did we get to that point…” she thought with a tad of concern. She remembered Midari’s warm body against hers (much like they were right now) but it had been far more intimate. The traditional girl remembered the masochist’s touch, her caresses, feather light kisses on her neck and back that soon turned into heated nibbles and bites, she remembered the swirl of her tongue and the feeling of her piercing on her skin. She remembered Midari’s sneaky hand under her shirt, trailing a path along her abdomen that she had to stop twice. She remembered the younger girl’s breath on her untouched skin, how hot it had felt and how her skin had crawled at it, she remembered her moans on her ear, and of course, her own whimpers that betrayed her whenever the masochist would suck or just touch her altogether.

But worst of all, she remembered just how she had let all of it happen.  

Yuriko felt her cheeks getting feverish as she gulped at the memory. It’s true she had been uncomfortable and anxious, it was her first time being touched like that after all, and by Midari, her friend, to top it all off. But Yuriko knew, very deep inside her, that any feelings of discomfort she had felt last night were derived by non-other than her own nervousness and obliviousness as to what to do and how to act because (and this was the part that was hard to admit for the traditional girl) she had enjoyed it.

Oh just how she had enjoyed every second of it.

And that fact was mortifying her to no end. To think that a well-mannered woman like her had succumbed to the lewd touches and words of her masochistic and promiscuous friend was almost unbelievable, but the thing that was killing Yuriko right now was the fact that she had let it happen while Midari was drunk. The asseveration was eating her alive with guilt, but oh just how powerless she had been back then, how drowned in desire and to new feelings and sensations, that she only got a grip on herself when Midari had tried to go even further. The bold action had scared her, given that it was too much, and thank goodness it did, otherwise Yuriko didn’t know where she would be standing right now. She didn’t like to think of it.

So, in one fast and swift move, she got up and away from the masochist, startling the poor girl awake in the process. “I’m off to shower.” She announced a bit franticly while getting new clothes from her closet. “In the meantime you can keep resting.” She assured before heading to the bathroom and closing the door behind her softly to undress herself and getting into the shower to let warm water pour down her body. “I need to clear my head before I start my day.” She thought before she began to rub soap with her sponge on her body, but Midari’s words and ministrations from last night kept haunting her agitated mind.

“Let me make you feel good Yuriko…”

Yuriko used the showerhead to flush water onto her face. “Stop thinking about it!” her mind screamed as her sight lowered while taking deep intake of breaths, watching how her chest raised and lowered with each one she took and, unlike other days, the slit-eyed woman paid extra attention to her breasts. “What would have happened if…”  without thinking about it, Yuriko began to run her fingers delicately along her cleavage and swelling of her breasts as warm water slithered down along with them. She knew Midari had a fixation with breasts, having stated it multiple times in the past and having been a witness and listener of her praise towards Yumeko’s massive ones. Yuriko furrowed her brow while cupping one of hers in her hand. The traditional girl had never had a problem with the size of her bosom before, deeming giving it too much thought an unnecessary and vain act, but right now, she couldn’t help but compare. Hers were far smaller than Yumeko’s (as were most really) but they weren’t exactly small either, maybe with a different type of bra they’d look bigger, like the president’s even. Yuriko hummed in thought. “Would have Midari liked them-”

Yuriko’s eyes almost popped off her sockets as she turned the warm water into a freezing cold one faster than she could ever remember doing before. “Dammit!” she cursed under her breath to then sigh in resignation. “There’s not even a point in dwelling about such a thing… Midari probably doesn’t even remember what happened last night anyways…”

…

Midari was laying awake on Yuriko’s bed thinking of everything that had happened last night.

Once the traditional girl had locked herself up in the bathroom, Midari just rolled over her stomach to try and sleep a little bit more like Yuriko had suggested her to do. Her head was killing her, and her body ached all over, this was really one of the worsts hangovers she has ever had. She grumbled in chagrin (at least Yuriko had been kind enough to keep the curtains drawn) to then take a deep intake of breath when she caught on a particular scent. The masochist blinked a couple times before burying her face on the older girl’s pillow to take a sniff. “It’s just as good as last’s night.” she thought. “Or maybe I’m still drunk… huh, fuck it.” she considered as she let herself relax and get drowned on Yuriko’s intoxicating smell, enjoying the few moments of peace she had been allowed before havoc erupted.

Unlike most hangovers and post drinking nights, Midari remembered everything that had happened in luxury and detail. “Shit, maybe I didn’t drink as much as I thought.” She thought as last’s night events unwrapped in her mind. She remembered hugging Yuriko, caressing and smelling her, teasing words in between but that only came from her own lips while the older girl’s remained shut and her body unmoving, she remembered she couldn’t resist the temptation of kissing her exposed inviting neck and nape. “Fuck… what were you even thinking Midari…”  she whispered while her hand moved to cover up her eyes in sheer shame. But as shameful as Midari was feeling right now, she felt even guiltier when she realized that she had liked it (just as much as the next girl who was in abstinence and loved to fuck who had the opportunity of being with a beautiful girl, or so she liked to repeat herself). Either way, Midari had liked it, an undeniable fact that was currently eating her alive. She had liked Yuriko’s smell, taste, the feeling of her smooth skin under her wandering fingers, and, of course, the little sounds that would now and then escape the innocent girl’s lips in little whimpers and strangled moans. Midari furrowed her brow in doubt. “Could it be that Yuriko liked it as well?” she couldn’t help but wonder, but as soon as her hopes lifted, they came crashing down almost immediately. “No, of course not… that’s impossible.”  A wrenching feeling set on her gut at the memory of Yuriko’s stiffness, major silence, halting hands when she tried to take things even further, and, most of all, her words of stop. Midari grunted. “I’m the crappiest trash there is…” she muttered.

But how she longed to have gone further, to taste more of her, to touch more of her, to kiss and bite her everywhere, to make her feel good, to be the one to show her just how fucking great it could be. Midari could feel herself salivating at the mere thought of her breasts. “Damn, if her skin was that smooth I bet her titties are even softer!” she thought as a pang of pain went through her head “Fuck! You really are a horny-ass pervert…” she growled while holding her head with her hand. “For real, why couldn’t I have just pass out like I was supposed to?” she lamented. “Shit, Yuriko probably hates me right now… way to go Midari, waaaay to go you fucking moron.” She scolded herself. “I need to say sorry, otherwise she’s gonna hate me for the rest of my miserable life, but… what if she doesn’t forgive me?- No! don’t think about that, but what if she doesn’t wanna talk about it? Should I just pretend like nothing happened and hope to go on like usual? Or maybe-” Her inquiries and inner turmoil came to a stop once the bathroom door opened.

“Oh good! You’re awake.” Said Yuriko with a smile while making her way out of the bathroom and towards the masochist on her bed, towel in hand as she was drying her wet hair. “Here.” She said with an extended hand towards her with a small white pill in the middle of her hand. Midari sat on the bed with a cautious eye shifting between the pill and the older girl’s stare. Yuriko rolled her eyes. “I’m not trying to drug you.” She assured with a slight shake of her head. “It’s just an aspirin, I’ve heard it works wonders on hangovers, so take it, I promise it will make you feel better.” She said softly.

Midari eyed Yuriko for another second before chuckling and grabbing the offered pill. “Ha! Well, you can never be too sure about that!” She threw the pill into her mouth with a flick of her finger ready to swallow it but found both her mouth and throat too dry to do it, and before she could start choking on herself to death, Yuriko was already offering her a glass of fresh water. Midari took it and wasted no time in taking big and desperate gulps. “Aaahh the elixir of life!” she sighed contently.  

Yuriko chuckled softly. “I hope it helps you.”

Midari gulped the last sip of water. “Believe me, right now anything could help me with this fucking headache.” She affirmed while sticking her tongue inside the glass to collect whatever drop of water was left behind.

The sight of Midari’s unashamed, long and pierced tongue in broad daylight made Yuriko’s cheeks flush red, turning around rapidly so the masochist wouldn’t notice her flustered countenance. “What is wrong with me?! It’s just her tongue, it’s nothing new, having seen it multiple times already since the idiot likes to hang it around whenever she sees something she likes or just to be a nag, it’s nothing to get so embarrassed about.” She reasoned in her mind, but Yuriko knew that since last’s night events the sight of the one-eyed girl’s tongue took on a whole new different meaning. “Don’t be stupid, just don’t think about it.” She thought firmly. “We-well you don’t seem to be doing so bad, at least not as bad as I had expected of you since your condition last night was… well, it was more than deplorable.” She assured while hanging the towel to start brushing her hair instead.

Midari blinked a couple times before giggling. “Yeah… last night I clearly wasn’t in one of my best moments.” She chuckled, scratching the back of her neck a bit awkwardly as she watched the slit-eyed woman comb her silky long hair, staring intently at how a couple little wet drops run down her neck and into her cleavage. Midari gulped. “Goddamn Midari focus! You gotta apologize first you freaking perv!” She scolded herself, but then noticed the moment’s silence. “Now’s my chance!” she thought. “Hey, Yuriko, about last night-”

“I know… and I’m deeply sorry.” Yuriko apologized, her head bowed down in shame.

Midari gaped with her eye wide opened, her hammered head short-circuiting. “…What?”

The traditional woman just nodded slowly while making her way towards her bed to sit next to the masochist, still not being able to look at her in the eye. “I’m truly sorry Midari.” She said again.

Midari couldn’t wrap her head around what was happening. “What. The actual. Fuck… Maybe I’m still drunk.” She thought without understanding the situation. “Uhm, I lost it at what the hell are ya saying sorry for.”

Now it was Yuriko’s turn to blink in confusion. “Whatever do you mean? Don’t you remember what happened last night when we went to sl-sleep?” she asked more than a little embarrassed at finally bring it up.

“Pretty sure I do…” she replied cautiously, getting a little anxious at the prospect of not remembering everything like she swore she did.

“Then-” Yuriko took a deep intake of breath, her cheeks feverish. “Then you must remember wha-what we di-did… and I’m deeply sorry Midari, my behavior wasn’t a proper one, I shouldn’t have let it happen considering that you weren’t in your right state of mind and-”

“Hold on a sec.” Commanded Midari firmly with her hands up. “I think I’m getting where you’re going with this.” She assured before she began gesturing with her hands every word that came out of her mouth. “You think that last night you took advantage… of me?” she asked without fully believing it herself.

The traditional woman furrowed her brow. “Of course I do, that’s why I’m apologizing, because that’s what happened.” She affirmed firmly.

A moment of silence went by before Midari’s loud cackles of laughter engulfed the older girl’s dorm. Yuriko was in shock, utterly flabbergasted and confused, she couldn’t understand what was so funny about that situation, meanwhile the masochist was gasping for air and crying heavy tears of laughter, not minding even one bit the sharp pangs of pain going through her head right now.

“Holy shit! This is FUCKING hilarious!” She laughed maniacally. “Sweet innocent Yuriko taking advantage of a crazy pervert like me!” she yelled while clutching her stomach which had begun to hurt as well.

Yuriko stood up, her brow furrowed now in anger. “I’m sorry but I hardly find this situation funny!” she replied severely, her hands on her hips. “I’m out of here until you can calm yourself down.”

“No, no, no! Wait! You don’t understand!” Said Midari while desperately grabbing her hands to stop her from going anywhere, her laughter finally calming down a bit. “Yuriko, you don’t understand, I’m laughing because you got it all wrong.” She tried to explain in between heavy pants and deep intakes of breath. “It’s me who should say sorry… not you.”

Yuriko shook her head. “No, no Midari, you were drunk-”

“I wasn’t.” the masochist affirmed with sincerity, and now Yuriko was the confused one once more. Midari sighed while running a hand over her face to then stare at their held hands, ones the masochist let go while falling onto her back on the traditional girl’s bed. It felt like a sin to even touch Yuriko in such an innocent way right now after last night. “I mean, I was drunk, but by that time… I was conscious and aware of what I was doing.” She confessed to then grunt. “I’m so sorry Yuriko, I’m the worst fucking piece of trash, I’d understand if you don’t wanna hang out with me anymore… I’d even understand if you wouldn’t want to see my face near you, but I’m too selfish to ever want that to happen.” From her position she stared at Yuriko with an eye that expressed nothing but guilt and fear. “I’m really fucking sorry Yuriko.”  

Yuriko stared at Midari in astonishment, taking on a whole new perspective of the situation with her confession. “So Midari was aware of what she was doing… well that makes me feel a little less terrible, but she was still under the influence no matter how much she denies it… besides, I still let it happen, I-I still enjoyed it, even if it was a little bit, and… and I just can’t let her feel bad for such a thing.” She reasoned, a soft smile creeping up her cheeks. “She’s even scared I might stop talking to her, how absurd.” She chuckled to her insides to then sit on the bed again. “Midari, you don’t have to apolo-”

“But I do!” Interrupted Midari while sitting again. “I did things that I should’ve never done… I made you feel uncomfortable, and did things you don’t like, I pushed your boundaries when you were kind enough to take me in. Shit! I more than anyone knows what’s to be like on that situation and here I go and-” Midari was interrupted by the sudden (and unexpected) action of Yuriko hugging her and Midari, being too selfish and weak to ever resist such an innocent show of affection (which so rarely, if ever, happened to her), hugged her back.  

“It’s true that I was uncomfortable.” Yuriko affirmed, and she felt how the masochist hugged her even tighter. “But you really don’t need to apologize.” They broke from the hug to stare at each other, and the older woman could see the confusion and impotence written all over the one-eyed girl’s face. “Midari, you were still drunk, and no matter how many times you repeat and assure me of your awareness… that still doesn’t erase the fact that I let it happen.” She smiled softly towards the masochist, a cute pink staining her cheeks. “If you think you’re at fault, then I’m as much as you are.”

Midari shook her head slowly, a grimace on her face. “She’s just too stubbornly correct to ever make me feel bad about the shit I did.” She thought, a tad annoyed at Yuriko’s attitude. “She should be mad at me, enraged even, she should be yelling at me, lecturing and scolding me… she should be slapping me across the face not being so infuriatingly comprehensive for fucks sake!”  Midari stared at Yuriko dead in the eye. “Even if you let it happen that doesn’t mean you were having a great time… you didn’t like it, it’s still not the same.” She affirmed firmly.

Yuriko gulped while drifting her gaze away from Midari’s, her pink cheeks turning redder by every second that passed by. “I di-didn’t… dislike it.” She declared shyly.

Midari’s whole world came to a stop. “It couldn’t be… It cannot be!” Her mind was screaming and racing with thoughts while she just stared at the bashful woman in front of her with a big eye. “Not disliking it it’s not the same as enjoying it…” she replied cautiously, watching the other girl’s expression carefully.

Yuriko flinched slightly, her face too feverish for anyone not to notice. “We-well, if we’re really entering a war on the field of semantics the-then not di-disliking it would mean, and only in this special situation and for your sake and peace of mind, that I-I… did indeed…” Yuriko looked back at the masochist only to find that a deranged smile was plastered all over her face. She furrowed her brow in annoyance as she stood up with a huff. “Well it doesn’t really matter. Just be content with the fact that in my eyes you didn’t do anything wrong, so you’re free of guilt.” She affirmed firmly and with a countenance as stoic and rigid as possible, but her blushing face was far from disappearing.

Midari cackled a loud laugh. “You liked it! You absolutely loved it!” she kept on laughing, holding her stomach that was starting to hurt. “You really want me to run my tongue all over your body!”

Yuriko turned around to look at the masochist with a flustered scowl, her hands white in tight fists. “I DID NOT SAY THAT YOU MORON!” she yelled full of embarrassment, but that only made Midari laugh even harder. “Idiot.” She said under her breath, sighing in sheer annoyance. Whatever compassion or pity she had felt for the one-eyed girl before was gone for good. “Whatever, this subject is closed and we will never talk about it again.” She declared.

Midari was gasping for air. “Aww c’mon Yuriko I was just joking! No need to be such a stick in the ass.” She taunted playfully while watching the traditional girl make her way towards the door.

Yuriko stood at the door with her back at the masochist on her bed, her hand grabbing the doorknob tightly. She took a deep intake of breath to steady her flustered self. “I’ll be going now, you can stay here a while longer if you need to, just don’t take too long, after all we have things to do, classes to attend and a council meeting a couple hours from here.” She said in her usual lady-like tone of voice, giving away no emotion. “If your headache still doesn’t go away feel free to grab some more aspirins from my bathroom’s drawer just below the sink.” She turned her head to stare at Midari (a wicked grin on her face) one last time. “Before you leave, please leave the window open, this place reeks because of you.” The younger girl just scoffed with a teasing half-smile. “And don’t bother to make the bed because God knows you wouldn’t anyways, and do not steal anything.” She warned while opening the door in front of her.

“I won’t make any promises.” Midari replied playfully.

And without another word, Yuriko left.

…

Yuriko had thought that going on about her day as she usually did would be the solution to all her problems, that her daily routine would have been the answer to concentrate and think about something else other than the crazy masochist and their… risqué night together. But no matter how much she tried to pay attention to her classes, talk with her friends or do her homework, nothing seemed to work.

Her efforts were really to no avail.

“What is wrong with me?!” she thought as she walked towards the council’s meeting room, lost in her thoughts. “I haven’t been able to get Midari nor last night’s events out of my head no matter how hard I try… of course I’m still shook by everything, but that would be expected of me of course since it was my first time experiencing such a thing, and with Midari nonetheless… why on earth did I let everything go the way it did? I must have been out of mind… no, I did nothing wrong, I was just surprised by her suddenness and I didn’t know what to do, yes, that’s it…” she repeated in her head, but she knew it was far from the actual truth. “Dammit…” she thought with a grimace as more images of the masochist appeared in her mind. “Midari… why would she ever do what she did? And with me to top it all off? It makes no sense, we are barely friends and I’m not even sure at what friendship stage we’re standing on right now- well, it seems that a very intimate one but, do friends- girl-friends do this? I’ve certainly never heard of this before, aside from Midari herself that is, but she knows I don’t, so why take it a step further? And the things she said…” she thought as the masochist’s words of how smooth her skin felt, how intoxicating her scent was, the moans she would let out, and most of all her willingness to make her feel good invaded her mind like a hurricane she couldn’t escape from, sucking her on completely into its center. She could feel herself getting feverish once again. “This gamble must be really taking a toll on herself, there is no other logical explanation as to why she acted that lewdly with me.” She concluded while noticing that her endless thinking had led her to the doors of the council’s meeting room. She took a deep intake of breath. “Nothing like a good council meeting to finally put a stop to my rambling mind, hopefully these senseless thoughts come to an end… and for good now.” She declared before confidently opening the big doors that led her to the familiar sight of their table and the president’s aquarium beside it, a comforting feeling setting upon her at the familiarity of the situation. She walked towards her usual seat, bowing politely at both Kirari and Sayaka, the only person who would always arrive before her to greet everyone else by the president’s loyal side.

Now they just had to wait for everyone else to arrive.

The next council member to arrive was Yumemi, greeting everyone with her fake high-pitched voice and sugary sweet smile Yuriko knew was only a façade to most (a thought she would more often than not share with Midari), but at least not so much with her since they had a somewhat good relationship, and out of all the council members (and excluding the masochist) she was her favorite.  Yuriko has always admired Yumemi’s drive and ambition, though she couldn’t say much about her bipolar personality, but at least they have shared beauty tips a couple times before. The idol sat diagonally across from her since her usual seat beside her had been stolen by the one-eyed girl weeks ago, and even though Yumemi had protested against it, she decided the childish fight wasn’t worth the wrinkles. Runa made her way into the room without a care in the world, mumbling a simple ‘Hiya’ through her lollipop, her purple bright eyes never leaving the game console she was playing with, her fingers (Yuriko noted) moving at a ridiculous speed. For Yuriko the short girl was a mystery, sometimes even wondering what exactly her relationship with the president and vice president was since she knew she stood above the rest of them (besides Sayaka obviously), and just what her motives to be in the council were besides watching the chaos unfold before her very eyes (reason why she seemed to get along with Midari better than the rest in their very own and strange way). Nonetheless, she would still laugh at some of her antics, especially regarding when she and Midari would banter for the silliest of things.

It was strange for the council to be so small in people (Kaede and Itski had certainly been a loss) but Yuriko liked the feminine environment, and since their departure it seemed that they had gotten closer. It was strange and almost unthinkable to view them all as kind of dysfunctional family, but the idea of everyone sticking up for each other and having each other’s backs was comforting, especially when everybody knew that if they were there it was utterly because Kirari had found them either useful or interesting. But she liked thinking the first rather than the latter, and obviate the fact that the president was manipulating them all.

“Now we just have to wait for Midari to arrive for the meeting to start.” Announced Sayaka to everyone in the room.

Sayaka was a very interesting subject at Yuriko’s eyes, and her view and opinion of her had certainly changed once Midari shared what she knew of the seemingly loyal and stoic secretary. She clearly had a drive in her, something Yuriko had learnt not to take for granted, and her unyielding devotion towards the monarch of the academy could almost be endearing if it weren’t so scary. She didn’t think it wise to be on Sayaka’s bad side (thankfully Yuriko wasn’t) even more when she carried a taser everywhere she went. Yuriko found it both funny and amusing how someone like Sayaka could have someone like Midari as, apparently, a best friend. She must have the patience of a saint no doubt, and maybe she could handle the explosive masochist in her own way (just as Yuriko could). “Mmhh, maybe Sayaka and I are more similar than I originally thought.” She reflected. “I wonder if Midari and her have kissed or done things like she and I-” Yuriko shook her head before she could entertain that thought any longer.  

“You mean, if she arrives.” Chimed in Runa with her unusually usual laugh.

Kirari smiled her cynical smile towards her. “Now now Runa, Midari must be on her way here, she knows better than to skip on a council meeting.” She declared, a smoothness in her voice as sharp as a blade.

Yumemi snorted. “Does she though?” she asked under her breath before she noticed her sweet idol façade was slipping. “I-I mean of course!” she replied at the president’s cold stare on her.

“Jackpot!” Yelled Runa happily at winning yet again at her game. She turned off her console before tossing it on the table, her fingers now griping her lollipop. “Maybe Yuriko here knows where she is.” She taunted while looking across from her at the traditional woman.

Yuriko raised an inquisitive eyebrow. “And why would I know her whereabouts exactly.”

Runa stuck her lollipop out of her mouth. “Pfft,  whatdaya mean why? You’re always together now.” She assured, sticking the red candy towards the traditional girl in an accusatory manner.

Yuriko knitted her eyebrows with a mocking smile. “Please, that’s hardly true.” She said with a dismissing wave of her hand.

Yumemi giggled cheerily. “I don’t think Runa’s wrong here, you and Midari have really gotten close Yuriko!” she exclaimed with a cheerful smile.

Yuriko was left deadpanned when she saw everyone, even the president, nodding.

Runa laughed at that. “Yeaaah there’s really no denying it Yuriko, but I wonder just how close you two have really gotten…”  She pondered with a kind of sadistic demeanor that wasn’t so uncommon of her, licking her lollipop while piercing Yuriko with her eyes.

Yuriko gulped, and for a moment she feared Runa had somehow found out about everything that had happened last night between her and the absent masochist, after all the little girl had a way of somehow knowing everything that went on in the academy, everybody’s business was hers, but she knew it was impossible for her to know. Or at least Yuriko liked to think it was, Runa really knew how to put people on the spot. The slit-eyed woman only managed to furrow her brow and open her mouth to reply before the door to the council’s meeting room slammed open.

“Hello hello! Midari’s home!” Midari yelled while making her way into the big room. “What up guys?” she asked mindlessly while taking her seat besides Yuriko, who in turn noticed how the masochist looked better than when she left her that morning, freshened up at least.   

Sayaka cleared her throat so the attention could be on her. “Now that Midari has arrived the meeting can finally take place.” She looked at Kirari who was sitting at the head of the table. “Madam president.” She addressed politely with a bow of her head.

Kirari replied with a curt nod. “Thank you Sayaka. Now, I would like to review the events that unfolded this week regarding gambles, official matches, your council duties and, of course, the status of the election campaign.” She introduced while Sayaka began scribbling down on her notepad.

Normally, as soon as the president’s voice would begin to list and/or say boring stuff Midari wasn’t interested in at all, her gaze would drift elsewhere as well as her imagination, one that would normally conjure up some exciting and desirable scenarios (Yumeko usually would star most of them) that would keep her from dying of absolute boredom. But today was somehow different, because instead of her gaze drifting away, it drifted towards her older and uptight councilmate and friend. Midari locked her gaze on Yuriko with a teasing smile, the fact that the slit-eyed girl admitted though so concealingly that she had enjoyed their little yet intimate incident running wildly over and over in her mind. And it had been ever since it happened.  

After Yuriko had left her alone on her dorm room Midari let herself rest on the comfiness of the traditional girl’s bed a few more minutes (just as Yuriko had allowed it), after all she knew she wasn’t even close to make an effort to go to her first period classes, no way in hell. She didn’t have the mindset anyways since the recent events were replaying in her head nonstop, and Yuriko’s scent on the bedsheets and pillows wasn’t helping the masochist to stop thinking about it and her either. She only made a move to leave when it just became too unbearable for her poor mind to tolerate. So, against her will, she stood up, drank some more water and popped another aspirin like Yuriko had suggested, she opened the window and drew the curtains open (the sunlight almost killing her on the spot, and finally), and also against all odds, she made the older girl’s bed (come on, it was the least she could do after all she put the poor girl through.) After that, she dragged herself around the academy in the search of her forgotten things, sneering along at anyone who even dared to look at her on her way, and once at last she got to her dorm she finally took a long and well needed shower, trying to wash away both the alcohol’s smell off her body and Yuriko’s scent that still lingered on her, but no matter how many times and how hard she scrub her body and under her nostrils, her sweet intoxicating scent wasn’t leaving her. After scrubbing her skin flaming red, she gave up, deciding that it would be better once she sprayed all of her perfume over her.

But Yuriko’s exquisite smell wasn’t the thing that was bothering her the most (if it was bothering her at all really), but the fact that Yuriko had somehow admitted that she had liked what had happened between them.

It had made her laugh for sure, having the traditional woman admitting she had enjoyed their little tryst was a treat for sure (it gave her plenty of material to tease her with, and it made Midari hopeful on being one step closer to winning the gamble and thus proving that she was just like any other mortal who succumbs to desire), and having Yuriko reassuring her that she had (although non verbally) consented to it was a relief like no other. And Midari at first thought that was it, but now, on the council’s room, with Kirari’s voice in the backroom of her mind and staring at the one woman plaguing her thoughts unceasingly, she couldn’t help but feel immensely overjoyed.

“Should I feel this happy that Yuriko liked it? It’s strange… I never felt this content with other girls before,  first timers or not. I’d feel pleased after having sex with them of course but Yuriko and I certainly didn’t get that far so… why?” she thought while staring at the woman next to her who was dutifully listening to the president’s every word. “Kissing her and touching her was not part of this little seducing game- for God’s sake we didn’t even kiss or touched for real! So why the hell am I overthinking this? It shouldn’t be a big deal- It isn’t a big deal!” One of her hands turned into a tight fist. “Shit, this is really messing with my head… maybe what’s got me like this it’s cause it’s Yuriko… but what about her really? It’s just Yuriko… meh, maybe I’m just excited about the fact that I’m finally one step closer to winning this stupid gamble, or maybe I’m just mad that I didn’t get anything in return last night… but even though, whatever the reason is, why do I feel like doing it again-”

“Midari.” Called the president curtly and everyone else turned to look at her.

The masochist jumped on the spot a little. “Wh-what?” she asked while looking around her.

Sayaka raised a questioning eyebrow. “Have you been listening to what the president’s been saying?”

Midari looked from one side to another before cracking a laugh. “Of course! From start to finish every word the prez had said it’s ingrained in my brain.” She assured with a thumbs up. Everyone stared at her with a face that told her that no one believed her. “Tch, backstabbing bitches.”

Kirari just stared at her. “For your own good I’ll choose to believe that.” She turned to everybody else. “Now, if there are no further questions I’ll-”

“Oh my God Yuriko what’s that on your neck?!” Yelled Yumemi while pointing a finger at said body part of said woman meanwhile the rest of them turned to look at her as well.

Yuriko’s face contorted in terror. “Wha-what?!” she asked while nervously covering up her neck with her hands and kimono.

Sayaka took a step forward. “Yumemi’s right! It kind of looks like a bruise, are you okay Yuriko?” she asked worriedly.

Runa laughed loudly at that assumption. “C’mon Sayaka don’t be so naïve! And as for you Yuriko don’t act so innocent.” She said full of laughter. “Looks like someone had a fun night...” She taunted.

Yuriko’s face turned into a red scowl in a second. “Please, don’t assume ridiculous ideas.” She said severely.

Runa laughed even lauder than before. “Oh yeah?! So then what’s your excuse eh missy? Cause it looks like a hickey to me.” She affirmed while crossing her legs over the table and swinging on her chair while sucking on her lollipop with Midari’s cackles engulfing the ambience.

Yuriko flinched before scowling again. “I-It’s just a bu-burn from i-ironing my hair this mor-morning.” She declared with a trembling voice.

Midari stopped laughing and knitted her eyebrows at the traditional woman next to her before raising one. “Really? That’s your excuse?” she asked with a teasing grin that made Yuriko blush even deeper, Runa laugh even harder, Yumemi and Sayaka to stare with surprise and the president to just look at Yuriko with a smile and an amused raised eyebrow.

Kirari sighed. “As much as Yuriko’s nightly activities might seem interesting, we all have things to do, so see to them properly. This meeting is over.” She announced while getting up and heading towards the door with Sayaka following behind her dutifully.  

Yumemi got up as well and headed for the door. “If you need any concealer to hide it you can borrow mine if you want Yuriko!” she offered cheerily to the ashamed woman at the table.

“Yeah yeah, like that’s gonna work on hiding that big-ass hickey.” Runa taunted while exiting the council’s meeting room with the idol, closing the door behind them as they did so.

Deciding that it had been enough humiliation for the day, Yuriko stood to leave as well, but before she could take any further steps, she was stopped by Midari’s body in front of her, her hand landing heavily on the table and thus preventing the older woman from taking a step forward.

Midari leered down at her. “So, ironing your hair? I didn’t know you do that.” She teased while grabbing one of the slit-eyed woman’s locks. “What’s funnier is that I didn’t see you doing so this morning…” she said lowly and silkily while licking said lock of hair.

Yuriko frowned while slapping Midari’s hand away from her and her hair. “Will you stop that already.”

Midari giggled with glee. “Aw c’mon Yuriko don’t get your panties in a twist.” She said while leaning against the table. “I was just messing around with ya, it’s no big deal.” She affirmed with a careless shrug.

“No big deal?” she asked a tad outraged. “It is a big deal, and besides, thanks to you now I have to be extra careful around people.” She accused, her eyes darting away to the offensive hickey on her neck.

Midari raised an eyebrow to then take a step forward in front of Yuriko who in turn stood her ground. They were really close, (maybe even too close) and the masochist raised a hand to move aside the older woman’s kimono neckline to see the hickey in all it’s glory. She hummed in appreciation. “I think it’s pretty, one of my finest works so far if I may say so.” She teased with a cat-like smirk.

Yuriko blushed furiously. “Wha-what are you doing?!” she asked while backing away from the masochist and rearranging her neckline so that it would cover the offending bruise over.  

Yuriko’s reactions were just the best to the one-eyed masochist. “Ha! Your face is priceless!” she laughed. “But nothing tops the lame-ass excuse you gave back then, you should’ve just said the truth ya know?” she taunted wickedly.  

Yuriko stared at her like she was really out of her mind. “It’s not like she isn’t already.” She thought. “Are you crazy? The situation’s already embarrassing enough for the both of us to even add that bit of crucial information.” She assured.

Midari furrowed her brow, the wrong nerve unknowingly being struck by Yuriko’s words. “Who said anything about being embarrassed? I’m not!” She declared seriously while eyeing her up and down with crossed arms. “Are you, Yuriko? Are you really that ashamed of it being me? Huh?!” she asked curtly, a weird kind of rage (that she didn’t want to analyze right now) building up inside of her rapidly.

“Please Midari don’t be so nonsensical.” Yuriko replied just as seriously. “It doesn’t matter with whom it was, it’s still embarrassing for reasons beyond you’re understanding.” She assured “Did she really just get upset at the prospect of me being ashamed of having a hickey done by her specifically?”.

Midari scoffed. “I’ll let it pass… for now.” She thought before smirking again. “Then why be so skittish about it ‘hon?” she teased while towering over the traditional woman to whisper on her ear. “After all you… ENJOYED IT!” she yelled before breaking out in loud laughter.

“Oh give me a break!” she said to then push her away and turning around to try make an exit away from the laughing deranged girl.

But Midari was faster than her, and before she knew it the masochist was blocking her way again.

“Oh don’t go so fast Yuriko, you said it yourself!” she affirmed in between giggles at both the situation and the older girl’s face of frustration. “This is just too good to let it stop just yet!”

Yuriko huffed. “I didn’t say I enjoyed it, the only thing I stated is that I didn’t dislike it.” She assured while trying to go around Midari, but the latter blocked her way again, but the only thing she accomplished was being slightly trapped against the table and Midari’s body.

The masochist snorted. “Pfft, after what you said this morning I’ll take them as fucking synonyms.” She declared with a chuckle as the slit-eyed girl rolled her eyes. “It’s really a pity Yuriko, if you had let me, I would’ve showed you what real enjoyment feels like.” She affirmed smugly, a seductive half-smile plastered on her face, her fingertips playing with the tips of Yuriko’s long hair again.

Yuriko couldn’t help the giggles that overcame her. “Oh really? I doubt that in the state you were in last night you could have performed admirably anyways.” She teased back, feeling a little playful herself and full of want to get back at the masochist cockiness (and for leaving her a hickey of course).

Midari blinked a few times at her comeback, the corners of her lips twitching upwards into a funny smile before deranged cackles engulfed her yet again. “Please Yuriko we both know that’s bullshit.” She affirmed while taking a step closer towards the older girl. She grasped Yuriko’s chin between her fingers and lifted it up so they could look at each other straight in the eye. “Even if I had been ready-to-pass-out-drunk I would’ve still given you the best orgasm you’ve yet to feel and will ever feel in your life.” She whispered cheekily.

Yuriko shook her head away from the masochist’s grasp. She smirked back at her. “Don’t speak so highly of yourself Midari, you wouldn’t like it to backfire on you someday, and besides, nothing more would have happened anyways, we haven’t even kissed and you’re already blabbering about your prowess in bed like you even stand a chance.” She stated smugly with a small chuckle.

Midari was ready to defend herself again until she caught on something Yuriko said, making her stop dead in her tracks. “Wait, what did you say? About us kissing?” She couldn’t believe her ears, she must have misheard her.

Yuriko blinked a couple times before registering what Midari was hinting at and what she had just said herself, and for the first time in her life Yuriko could admit that she had acted before thinking, all in the name of winning some silly argument that started over some playful banter (something that was usual between the two of them). So why was she getting so worked up over it? She blushed, and her feistiness began to decrease quickly, but even so she stood her ground. She’d be dead before she let Midari see her crumbling before her… again. “We-well you heard me! You dare talk so lewdly when we ha-haven’t even pro-properly ki-kissed.” She tried to reason nervously. “Li-like who even does those things without warning? You really are insane, you catch me off guard and expect me to let you go even further? Don’t make me laugh Midari, it’s common in chivalry and really in any circumstance and culture to at least kiss before even engaging in-”

But Yuriko couldn’t finish her nervous ranting. Because before she even knew it…

Midari was kissing her.

Chapter Text

The frighten princess doesn’t know what to do

Does she just run away?

Does she risk it and stay?

Either way there’s no way to win

…

Before Yuriko knew it, Midari was kissing her.

And for what it felt like the longest of moments, she just stood there, frozen.

When Midari had launched forward to suddenly kiss the traditional girl, she put one of her hands on Yuriko’s cheeks to guide her face towards hers while the other was at her hip to keep her in place, but neither hand was pushing her or forcing anything. Midari wasn’t forcing Yuriko to be in place while she kissed her.

The kiss wasn’t one rushed, nor steamy or desperate for that matter, it was just lips against lips, it could even be described as just a prolonged peck, and the masochist didn’t move hers either. It was soft, and maybe even gentle. But at least for Yuriko it felt just as intimate as if she were on a make-out session with the younger girl, and if she hadn’t been so shocked, she would have been more conscious of the fiery feeling igniting within her. She stood still though, her mind blank of any thoughts, her hands lingering awkwardly in the air, and even if her eyes had been wide open when the masochist had launched towards her, she could feel them starting to slowly lid. It wasn’t until Yuriko felt her back being pressed against the edge of the table (and against Midari’s body) that she snapped out of her shocked-like state to push the one-eyed girl away from her.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?” Asked the traditional girl in a frantic and stunned countenance, breathing rapidly, the back of her hand covering her lips at the same time a furious blush covered her face. “What in God’s name has happened?! Did Midari and I really… kissed?!” she thought, utterly flabbergasted.

Midari, on the contrary, seemed to be more calmed than her, just staring at the traditional woman with open eyes and an unreadable expression on her face, though her breathing chest exposed her surprise just as much. She blinked a few times before answering. “Uhm, kissing you…?” she asked not quite understanding Yuriko’s sudden reaction.

“I know what you were doing.” Yuriko replied curtly. “What I meant was why on earth did you do it?!” she asked, almost desperately, at the seemingly unamused masochist. “How can she be so calm about it?!”

Midari knitted her eyebrows with a half-smile. “What do ya mean why? You were the one who asked for it in the first place.” She replied cockily, her arms crossed over her chest.

To say Yuriko was dumbfounded was an understatement for sure, and for a moment she thought that she had really lost it for real. She stared gaping at the masochist, furrowed brow and blinking while shaking her head slowly from one side to another, completely bewildered by the situation and (most of all) Midari’s answer. “Ex-excuse me?” she asked thunderstruck.

Midari just chuckled to then make her way slowly towards the traditional girl, just like a tiger would corner a beautiful and appetizing deer, ready to hunt and devour it whole. This tiger smirked down at her shivering deer. “But of course! You said it yourself after all, we haven’t properly kissed…” she purred silkily.

Yuriko stared at her in a mix of surprise and appalment. “Wha-what?” she asked under her breath in utter shock at what the one-eyed girl had just stated. “You know damn well I didn’t mean it like that.” She stared at her without batting an eyelash, trying with all her might to pierce away that annoying smirk off her face. “I didn’t ask for you to kiss me.” She assured in between gritted teeth.   

“Oh? You didn’t?” taunted the masochist with a chesire smile, her voice dripping with mischievousness. She stepped even closer to the slit-eyed woman, only a couple steps from cornering, trapping her, between her own body and the table behind them. “Because it seemed to me like you kinda did Yuriko…” she said, her voice sheer velvet, as she grasped one of the older girl’s hairlocks in between her fingers delicately, temptingly. She giggled lowly. “You clearly said that it’s not proper to do “lewd” things, as you stated, without even kissing first, and since we’ve already done something of the sort-”

“Midari-”

“Then I assumed that you were asking me to do your logic some justice, and if you didn’t then… well, just think of it as me repaying the favor.” She teased, arms crossed over chest smugly, a wolfish grin on her face. “It’s only logical don’t you think?”

Yuriko just stared at her in disbelief, and she was about to open her mouth to say something back to such ridiculous reasoning but found within herself that she couldn’t. Midari had a point (granted or not) about the whole situation, after all, and under Yuriko’s logic, they should have had engaged in kissing each other before doing… well, what they did. But of course, it happened the other way around.

A moment’s silence passed by with them just staring at each other.

Yuriko just shook her head, tired and frustrated with the situation and with Midari. She could feel a headache looming. “I’m out of here.” She said before getting away from the masochist to start walking towards the door by the big aquarium.

And Midari of course followed her. “Oh c’mon Yuriko, why make a big fuss out of it?! It’s no big deal.” she asked with a mocking smile and tone of voice, though she still felt a pang of frustration at the older girl and her attitude towards the whole kissing thing. “Really, what’s her fucking deal? Why can’t she just go along with it and get carried away like a normal person would? I don’t understand, she enjoys and doesn’t get mad at me for kissing her body and touching her on the intimacy of her own bed but she folds and gets angry at just a little kiss? Its driving me nuts! Why can’t she just enjoy it too damn it!” she thought with impotence, but at the same time she couldn’t decide if what was really making her mad was that Yuriko was making such a big deal out of it or the fact that she pulled away from their kiss. She wouldn’t indulge that train of thought of course, and if anyone even dared to ask, she would deny it (she would even burry it, and them with it). 

Yuriko turned around to face Midari with arrest. “Of course it is a big deal!” she exclaimed with frustration and disbelief at Midari’s lack of understanding. She stomped back towards her to stop just a few inches away from her, heaving chest, to stare directly into her good eye. “Why can’t you see it Midari? It’s not normal for us to do this.” She declared. “Friends don’t go around kissing each other or doing what we did last night.”

Midari stared at her to then snort with laughter. “What’re ya talking about, of course it’s normal!” she assured in between laughter.

Yuriko placed her hands over her hips to stare at her with a questioning eyebrow up. “Oh really? What about Sayaka then, have you kissed her or done other things with her as well?” Yuriko had to admit (even if it was only to herself) that this query had been nagging her at the back of her mind since the moment she first thought about it. Why was it bothering her so much only God knew why. Maybe it was something about pride, or maybe it wasn’t. It could be to save herself and the masochist some decency, or maybe for some ulterior motive she wasn’t ready to figure out anytime soon. Maybe it was none.

Midari grimaced in a mix of surprise and disgust. “What? Fuck no!” she assured as she cringed at the mere thought of doing something even remotely physical with the secretary. “It’s totally different.” She affirmed.

“How so.” The traditional woman asked back, almost defiantly.

The masochist grimaced again while in thought. “Because… Sayaka is Sayaka, and besides she’s the prez’s.” she giggled at her last statement. “But aside from her, it still is totally normal to kiss your friends and fool around with them every now and then as well, pretty sure you know I’ve done almost everything with my committee girlfriends, I’d go as far as to say even Yumeko has gotten freaky with that wimp boy that follows her around and the Saotome girl, lucky bastards.” She chuckled. “Pretty sure even the vice prez’s getting her own dose of blonde these days too.” She laughed.

Yuriko just rolled her eyes, getting exasperated with the girl in front of her. “Well maybe for you and the rest of your promiscuous friends it is normal. I really don’t care about any of Yumeko’s and her friends affairs. But as far as it concerns me and my friends, we don’t do that.” She declared firmly and proudly.  

“Pfft, boringggg! You really gotta live a little.” The masochist mocked. “And are you really sure about that? Cause you just kinda did Yuriko.” She taunted while tapping her own purple lips with the tip of her index finger with a flouting smirk.

Yuriko scowled at the masochist with a furious blush. “Don’t you dare to even put an ounce of blame on me, it was you who kissed me.” She declared severely.

Midari was standing on a thin line between frustration and giddiness. “Does it even matter though? It was some time until you finally pushed me away.” She teased playfully, waving her eyebrows up and down suggestively.

“I was shocked you idiot!” She replied in sheer frustration and embarrassment. She huffed while shaking her head. “Well it doesn’t really matter now, I still stand by what I think.” She affirmed proudly.

“Which is?...” Asked the masochist who wasn’t quite following her now.

“That you only kiss, or at least should kiss, the people that you like.” She answered with conviction.

Midari furrowed her brow to then check her out from head to toes. She smirked, a seductive and suggestive eyebrow up. “I like you.” She teased.

Yuriko glared at her, firing daggers through the slits of her eyes. “I’m being serious Midari.”

“And so am I.” Midari said enticingly, an impish grin on her face as she walked even closer to the traditional woman in front to her. “I’ve always said you’re beautiful Yuriko.” She teased playfully while circling her.

Something shifted then in the ambience, and they both could feel it.

The air got thicker, the temperature warmer, breathing became a difficult task, and the atmosphere grew tense. It felt like they were waiting for something to happen, waiting for the other to say or do something, anything, a kind of anticipation for something unexpected and unknown but that they knew they wanted, feeling a sort of wanton that had Yuriko slightly scared and Midari fully intrigued.

They couldn’t bear it, and yet neither did anything to break it.

Yuriko gulped, a drop of sweat on her temple, having too much of this already. So, she broke the silence. “You know I didn’t mean it like that.” She whispered lowly while taking a small step back.

Midari just took a step forward in return. “And? So what?” she asked playfully with a shrug yet with a different meaning behind it. She began to slowly walk towards the anxious older woman in front of her, making her go backwards with every step she took forward until, of course, there wasn’t any room to keep backing back to. Midari smirked at her. “It doesn’t matter, none of the lame excuses you’ve said so far are enough to argue against any of this, none of them state that we cannot do these things if we wanted…” she purred mischievously while leaning her hands against the glass of the aquarium, thus trapping Yuriko in between it and her own body. She had no chance of escaping her now.

Once Yuriko’s back touched the cold glass behind her she jumped, noticing how Midari had managed to make her press her own body against the aquarium and the masochist’s body as well, entrapping her as smoothly as ever. Yuriko gulped in anxiousness at the one-eyed girl’s actions, both present and future. “Mi-Midari-” Her lips shut closed when she felt Midari’s hands come down from where they were placed on each side of her head on the aquarium to her own face, cupping her cheeks in a soft yet firm way.

“Don’t say a word.” Midari commanded, her playfulness ceasing to a lecherous seriousness that was unbecoming of her in this situation (or at least with her, Yuriko thought). Midari began to caress the traditional girl’s cheeks softly and temptingly in slow circular movements, relishing on the softness of them. “Why not give in Yuriko? Why don’t you let yourself enjoy it? Just like last night, just like you enjoyed what little you let me do to you only to stubbornly say ya didn’t later, are you really gonna deny that you liked our kiss as well?” She stared at her dead in the eyes, and one of her hands traveled down to her chin to tilt it up towards her own purplish lips. “Just like you liked my lips on your neck last night I assure you you’re gonna like them better on yours now…” she whispered seductively, getting even closer to the trembling girl there with her, going as far as to fully press her body against hers, feeling her labored breathing on her chest, the tips of their noses touching, and Midari moving hers to stroke the length of Yuriko’s. “Don’t deny me Yuriko and enjoy it… say that you don’t want this and I’ll stop, only if you mean it truthfully…” she vowed, and she meant every word of it.

“I… I…” Yuriko’s mind was foggy, and her own self was absolutely torn. She knew she should say no, the rational part of her screaming for her to put an end to all of this madness and fast, but the sound of her beating heart was louder, and the tingling yet exciting sensation running through her body was hot enough to burn all of her doubts down, unlocking a new kind of desire, of want, that was too strong to ever deny. Her last word died down in an almost unheard whisper as the masochist’s lips drew near hers, her hot warm breath almost melting her away. “I…”

With no further wait, Midari leaned in to finally kiss her, and this time properly so.

Just like the first time the masochist launched in to press her lips over hers, Yuriko was startled (though not as much as before) and Midari felt her deep intake of breath, but at least now she wasn’t pushing her away like last time, she wasn’t corresponding it either (or at least not as Midari would’ve liked to), but the fact that she wasn’t standing still out of shock was very much comforting. Yuriko didn’t know what to do exactly, her hands pressing awkwardly onto the glass of the aquarium not quite sure where to place them, not daring to move her own lips as well, but sure enough to not want to move them away either. She had, of course, kissed people before, and as few as they were she still had the experience and knowledge to know what a kiss should be and feel like, but right now, with Midari being the one with whom she was sharing this common yet so intimate act of affection (if she could even call it that right now) it felt just so different from anything similar she had ever experienced before that it scared her.

And at the same time it felt oh so good.

Their kiss was just as before on certain aspects. It was gentle, it was soft, Midari was making sure to not rush nor heat it more than strictly necessary, taking special care into not stepping out of the older girl’s comfort zone, a fact that even though Yuriko thanked dearly at the same time left her with a sense of taste for more. She had (after all and after what she and Midari had shared so far) been expecting for the deranged woman to act… well, more derangedly, and thus to kiss as such. Midari on the other hand, was comfortably taking her time. At first she had kissed her so dully to test out the waters, but to her surprise she found herself unexpectedly pleased by such a boring kiss, something so uncommon for her, so unusual, to just relish on the feeling of soft lips and enjoy the mere act of kissing instead of it being a means to and end. Not that she wouldn’t turn the tables in a second though, but it certainly drew her more in. Especially when Yuriko began to move her lips as well.

Unlike before, it wasn’t just like a prolonged peck, for now Midari made sure (and Yuriko as well) to fit her lips properly with hers, to have Yuriko’s bottom glossy and plump lip in between both her purple one’s, with each kissing back the other. And as short as it lasted (just a few seconds) for them it felt like a lifetime.

Midari broke the kiss to stare at Yuriko, and the latter did the same when she felt the loss of flesh. For their kiss to have been so short, they were both breathing raggedly, and the slit-eyed woman was surely wearing a deep blush. The masochist inspected her face in the search of any sings of discomfort or regret, only to find none. Yuriko was shy and nervous, but not bothered by it in the slightest, and she could see how the mad woman’s single yellowish eye darkened in front of her, and just with that brief exchange of stares Yuriko could tell Midari was asking her to do it again, only rougher this time.

They both realized that they were ready and hungry for more.

And just when they were diving into it again (more desperately this time) their lips barely touching for the third time on that single period of the day, they heard the big doors of the council’s meeting room being unlocked open, and in the split of a second Yuriko gathered all of her strength to push Midari away from her before anyone who was coming in could see them in such a compromising situation.  

“Oh hey guys, I forgot my game console here have any of you seen-” Runa, who had just walked into the room unaware of what she had just interrupted and prevented from happening, stared at a taken-aback Midari and a blushing Yuriko (who were quite out of breath not standing that far away from each other) in confusion. She squinted her eyes to stare from one girl to the other in complete silence before humming. “Uhm, did something happen here?” she asked, not sure if she had done something wrong or not.

“Nothing.” Replied Yuriko in a second as she tried to compose herself. She cleared her throat, arranged her hair, and took a deep breath. “I was just leaving.” She assured before she began to walk (more like trotting) her way out. She paused at the door to turn back to give Runa a curt nod and to stare at Midari one last time. “Goodbye.” She simply said to then disappear.

Midari was left there standing bewildered with how the situation turned out to become. She blinked a few times with no coherent thought in mind but with a sense of frustration surely building up inside of her. She turned to glare daggers at Runa. “You. Motherfucking. Cockblocker!” she yelled at her before storming out of the council’s room, slamming the door behind her loudly.

Runa was then left alone in the empty and quiet classroom feeling utterly perplexed and completely confused.

“What the hell did I do?”

…

Yuriko arrived at the traditional culture club in a haste, and as soon as she was inside she slid the door behind her shut close. Thankfully, there was no one there with her, and once she was aware of that fact she let go of the breath she had been holding for God knows how long. She sighed at the same time she let herself fall against the sliding doors, her back pressing against the hard and cold frame, both her chest and heart agitated to no end, her face a feverish red while her whole body burned with a fire that seemed almost impossible to appease. A thousand feelings run through her in a vicious cycle (from embarrassment, to fear, to excitement, to embarrassment again) and a million thoughts invaded her poor mind.

“What has just happened?!” she thought while trying to regulate her rapid breathing. “Midari and I kissed, not once but TWICE on the short time spam of a just a few minutes… what was I thinking?! You must have gone crazy Yuriko Nishinotouin, why on earth did I let that deranged woman go that far?! This is so confusing…” At some point during her internal ranting, one of her hands had gone up to where her thumping heart was, her palm placed over her chest feeling the beating underneath with an unmatchable force that she was sure if there had been someone there with her, that person would’ve been able to feel it too. She began to remember Midari’s words, her velvety voice reverberating in her mind and echoing through her body, her flirtatious and seductive nature caressing her still;

Why not give in Yuriko? Why don’t you let yourself enjoy it? Just like last night, just like you enjoyed what little you let me do to you only to stubbornly say ya didn’t later, are you really gonna deny that you liked our kiss as well?

Yuriko gulped.

Just like you liked my lips on your neck last night I assure you you’re gonna like them better on yours now…

She could feel her own body betraying her by getting hotter and hotter.

Don’t deny me Yuriko and enjoy it… say that you don’t want this and I’ll stop, only if you mean it truthfully…

She grasped the delicate fabric on her kimono over her chest, she couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Damn it, I can’t believe I’m getting this worked up at such a silly and embarrassing thing, damn Midari for putting me in this position without my consent-” oh but Yuriko knew she had consented the masochist to do that to her and even more. She sighed again. “This is ridiculous… I am not like this, she just trapped me, cornered me and I… and I fell for it, miserably so, but I refuse to believe that I’m in some way touch starved like Midari likes to think, I know that’s not it… maybe Midari is after all the killer lady she likes to brag about herself to be.” If Yuriko weren’t so confused and bothered right now, she would’ve laughed at that last thought, but of course, she was feeling too anxious and unsettled for that. “What is wrong with me…” The hand that was grasping her kimono let go of it to travel further up, the tip of her fingers leaving feather like traces from her neck up to her chin, reminding Yuriko of the places purplish nails had touched her just a few moments ago, so gently and softly it was almost unnerving, until her own fingers stopped at the corner of her lips, touching exactly where also purple lips had been just as gently and softly. “Midari…” she whispered softly and into the emptiness of her club. “Midari… the first time it was you who kissed me, suddenly and surprisingly, but the second one… why had I been so ready for it? Even if I was nervous beyond belief, I still knew what was coming, and I let you… I was even ready to accept something that wasn’t the gentleness that you gave… I’m so confused, why did you do it? Whatever conveyed you to try and kiss me again? What are you thinking right now?” An unfamiliar pit set on Yuriko’s stomach. She chuckled dryly. “You probably aren’t thinking much about it, if you’re even thinking anything about it at all, maybe I should just take it as what you said it is, a simple and innocent kiss between friends…” She took a deep intake of breath, steadying herself. “It felt good though, better than any kiss I’ve shared before, and it wasn’t even that deep… damn! Midari really knows what she’s doing.” Yuriko knitted her eyebrows as a wild thought run through her mind. “If Midari is that good at kissing would that also mean that she’s also good at-”

Yuriko’s eyes almost popped off her sockets at the realization of what she was thinking. She shook her head violently in a way to cleanse her mind of such lewd thoughts, and the knock on the door behind her certainly helped her into snapping her out of it. She took another deep intake of breath, straightening her posture, and steadying her composure into the composed and respectable woman she was. But the seed of doubt had already been planted within her.

“Ridiculous.”

…

Midari was walking to nowhere in particular, letting her feet drag her through the academy at their own accord, not minding the world around her, lost in her thoughts.

“What the fuck did just happen.” She whispered to herself utterly confused. “What I meant to be just some playful teasing just to bother Yuriko a little to my entertainment and her frustration turned out to be… well, a fucking mess.” She thought. “I just kissed Yuriko and twice, of course there’s no big deal about it but, why did I feel the urge to do it again? It makes no sense, was it just to prove a point? Again? Or just something about pride?... This whole thing’s messing up with my head.” Midari grumbled to her annoyance, recalling everything that had happened with the traditional woman up until she flew the scene in hopes of figuring out… something, she wasn’t sure what exactly, but she was damn right certain that something was going all over her head, there was something missing, she could feel it, and she didn’t quite like it. Actually, she didn’t like it all. To her growing annoyance, recalling the recent past events led her to automatically think of the older girl in question and the things that transpired between them;

Yuriko didn’t do much of the talking, of course not. It would have been obvious for anyone to see that it was up to Midari to do anything with the uptight girl, and she had indeed. Midari smirked. “She was so nervous, so taken aback by my actions, a blushing mess for sure… that sight of her, gotta admit I liked it.” She chuckled, before she began to think of the feeling that had been kissing Yuriko. “I never thought I’d ever kiss Yuriko- Nah, maybe once in the past when I had just met her, but nothing serious clearly, never in my damned life I thought it would actually happen… but it did, and it felt… surprisingly nice, I never expected much of her but even for the little experience she has her kiss felt… nice? I dunno, I should really pick up a book, I’m out of fucking words.” She giggled, but then stopped in her tracks for a second, remembering the feeling of the older girl’s lips on hers. Midari licked her lips, her piercing swirling against them, to finally bite down her lower one. “Her lips were soft, maybe even too soft, I wonder what would’ve happen if Runa hadn’t interrupted us, would we have done more than what we already did? Prolly not, although, Yuriko did seem quite eager for more…Should I try again?- Wait, do I even want to do it again with her?” She could still feel the traditional girl’s deep intake of breath against her chest, she could still taste her lip-gloss, and she could still smell her fragrance underneath her nostrils (not only from today, but her intoxicating morning smell from last night), a well-known wantonness settling at the bottom of her stomach, and a certain desire to discover just how far she could’ve taken things driving her unbelievably crazy. Midari sighed. “Fuck…” she breathed out. “This shit’s so stupid, Yuriko’s probably trying not to drive herself crazy with this whole situation, most certain case scenario she’s vowing to not do it again, EVER,… hell, I shouldn’t even be thinking so much about it myself, it’s nothing, but goddamn I’m needy, and Yuriko… she probably hates me right now, unless she doesn’t, best case scenario she’s just a lil’ freaked out by this and nothing more, now, worst case…” The masochist really didn’t want to think about it, but in her mind she was certain the slit-eyed girl wasn’t mad at her (the kiss surely couldn’t be worse than what happened when they spent the night together).

She finally reached a dead end and found herself surprised that her feet had dragged her all the way towards the traditional culture research club (she was even more surprised by the fact that she didn’t notice she had been going there all this time). She snorted. “Well, nothing like a good teasing to lighten up the mood and smooth things out.” She concluded with a smirk before she went to reach for the sliding door. “I’m gonna get her so bad this time she’ll-” Her wicked musings came to a halt when she heard light laughter coming from inside. “What the…” she came closer to the door to put her ear against it to listen. Yuriko was laughing, so that meant she wasn’t alone, and Midari’s first thought was to conclude that she was probably with her club member and friend Kumagusu, but her single eye almost popped out of her socket when she heard a rather masculine voice inside with her. Midari furrowed her brow, and in a second she was already inside.

“Midari?” asked the traditional woman with a raised eyebrow, a little startled at the sudden interruption.

Yuriko was there, sitting on the same place as usual, but what irked Midari a little was that someone, a man, was sitting on her spot (or at least that’s how the masochist considered the other mat in front of Yuriko to be). Midari watched as the other two stared at her in silence, waiting for her to say something. “What’s happening here?” she asked while assessing the situation. “I’ve seen this guy before…”

Yuriko blinked. “Oh! My apologies.” She cleared her throat in a lady-like way to then smile politely. “Midari, this is Rin Obami. Rin, this my councilmate Midari Ikishima, she’s in charge of the beautification committee, you have seen each other before but I’m not quite sure you’ve had the chance to meet properly.” She introduced.

“So that’s why I knew him, he’s the president’s cousin or some shit like that.” The masochist thought, a defensive countenance building up within her. She looked at him from head to toes in a condescending way, a grin masking disgust on her face. “So, you’re one of Kirari’s family minions ain’t ya?” she asked with crossed arms over her chest.

Rin just smiled politely. “Well you could say as much.” He replied sweetly and with a little chuckle. “But I prefer to call us family.” He added just as sweetly, maybe even too sweetly for the likes of Midari, his voice dripping a kind of saccharine she surely disliked. “Pleased to meet you again miss Ikishima.” He said with a small bow of his head.

“Tch, suck my dick twinkie.” She replied curtly, a cocky grin on.

“Midari, please.” Berated Yuriko with a small glare to then turn and smile at Rin apologetically. “You’ll have to excuse Midari, she is not very friendly.”

Rin smiled at her with his hands up. “No worries! I understand why she wouldn’t have a good impression of me.” He replied with a chuckled Yuriko followed, not aware in the slightest of Midari’s look of appalment. He then stood up as he took Yuriko’s hand in his. “I just hope you don’t have a bad impression of me, lady Yuriko.” He said while staring at Yuriko’s eyes to then lift the hand he was holding to kiss it.

Midari’s jaw almost dropped to the floor.

Yuriko giggled, a hand covering the lower part of her face. “Of course not mister Obami.”

“Oh please I told you not to call me that, Rin is perfectly fine.” Assured the dark violet-haired man with a smile. “Well I’m afraid I have to leave you ladies, my brother is waiting for me.” He said staring from one girl to the other to then set his eyes on Yuriko again. “I’ll look forward to our next meeting lady Yuriko, hopefully we get to spend more time together.”

Yuriko just smiled with a polite nod of her head. “We shall see.”

After that, Rin walked towards the door to make his exit not without giving them one last wave of his hand (one that Yuriko reciprocated and Midari glared to like a mad dog) before he disappeared and thus leaving them alone. Silence engulfed them, and the older girl began to stand up.

“What the hell was that?!” Asked Midari without batting an eyelash.

Yuriko gave her a confused look. “Whatever do you mean?”

“You know damn well what I mean.” She assured with an accusative finger pointed towards her. “You two were laughing together, then he says he hopes you don’t have a shitty impression of him, to top it all off he goes and kisses your hand and wishes to see you again?! Like, the fuck he’s problem!”   

“And?” Yuriko asked with a raised eyebrow and a slight smirk. “I really fail to see the problem here Midari, if anything he was just being courteous.” She replied smugly, a proud countenance engulfing her every being, a confidence she didn’t really know where it was coming from. Only God knew.

Midari clenched her teeth in frustration. “Courteous my ass.” She dissed while getting closer to the traditional girl to look at her. “I know you’re innocent Yuriko but this is just being hella naïve. That scumbag was clearly flirting with ya.” She accused, a hill she was willing to die for if necessary.

Yuriko couldn’t help the snort that overcame her at such assumption. “Midari don’t be ridiculous, it was nothing of the sort.” She assured as she began to head for the door.

Midari of course, followed her suit. “Oh yeah? Cause I think it’s bullshit.” She retorted in disparagement to then take on a more serious manner. “You shouldn’t associate with him.”

Yuriko stopped in her tracks to stare at her. “Why?” she asked, clear doubt spread all over her face.

Midari leaned over her ear. “What do you mean why? First of all he’s from our dear president’s clan, that should tell you enough, and second of all, haven’t you heard the talk of the town? A bunch of students and house pets have been saying the guy’s a swindler.” She warned in a whisper that wasn’t as low in volume as a whisper should be. “But fuck that, why were you even with him? You two weren’t even gambling.” She assured, eyeing her with her good eye from head to toes, a look in it that demanded an explanation, and a good one at that.

Yuriko took a deep intake of breath, summoning the necessary amount of patience she always saved for special moments like this one where she had to deal with the masochist and her incessant and out of the blue questions and comments. “I was minding my business at the club when he came in.” she explained. “He began to ask about the club and what it stood for and of course I explained.” She turned to stare at the masochist with an expressionless face. “If you must know, his inquiries and remarks were of much knowledge, so I offered him a seat as any other rational and polite being would have as well.” She snickered. “I was about to offer him tea until you came in like an animal.”  

Midari just rolled her eyes at her. “Well thank goodness I arrived before anything bad could’ve happen.” She commented nonchalantly with a careless wave of her hand to then start walking ahead of the older girl, but she couldn’t get very far before she felt her arm being grabbed (delicately) with enough force to make her turn back on her heels.

Yuriko stared up at her in a mix of outrage and disbelief. “Excuse me? I hope that you’re not doubting my gambling abilities by any chance Midari.” She stated with a deadly seriousness that surprised the masochist. “Do I have to remind you that Kirari chose me to be in her student council for a reason? Or maybe it is that you just look down on me altogether.” She accused, feeling truly offended by the one-eyed girl’s insinuation.

Midari blinked with her mouth agape a couple times. “Wha-what the hell are ya talking about, I said no such thing!” she replied in a rush, surprised that Yuriko would think she didn’t believe her to be up to the task. The older girl stared at her with eyes that screamed she didn’t believe her. “I swear I didn’t mean it like that.” But her counterpart was having none of it. Midari brushed a hand across her own face. “Fuck… look, I didn’t mean like that okay? I just thought back to when you gambled against that Inbami bitch, the one that poisoned you? So yeah, who knows what this new fucker could pull on you.” She explained as best as she could, not trying to sound too concerned for her councilmate at the same time she explained she didn’t doubt her abilities. In Midari’s mind she nailed it.

Yuriko raised her brow in genuine surprise. “Oh.” She did not expect that. “So Midari was actually… worried about me?” she thought, a funny feeling settling in her stomach. “Well, that’s… awfully nice of you.” She said a little awkwardly. This day has really been bizarre for her, and with this new information and the fact that they had kissed not so long ago Yuriko had to really fight the urge of her cheeks to blush. It was a miracle that they hadn’t brought up the kissing yet, and she certainly wanted to avoid it as best she could. She needed to change the conversation theme and fast. “Wh-why did you come here anyway?”

Midari eyed her with confusion. “That was strange…” she thought to then shrug it off. “I was at your club’s door before I even knew it, dunno why, but then I thought that since I was already here a lil’ bit of teasing would be fun considering previous events.” She taunted with a lecherous grin while waving her eyebrows up and down suggestively. When Yuriko scowled with a blush the masochist cackled triumphantly. “So yeah, my plans were obviously thwarted by some crafty asshole.” She saw how Yuriko chuckled, but not just any chuckle, a cute chuckle at that with a hand up covering the lower part of her face in that shy way of hers. Midari grimaced in disgust. “Hey, take this as an advice a great and amazing friend wants to give ya but…” Her sight drifted elsewhere away from the shorter girl. “You shouldn’t see him again.”

Yuriko came to a halt and scoffed. “Excuse me? And why should I do that exactly?” she asked fighting back a laugh.

“Well it’s for your own good obviously…” She tried to say as mindlessly as possible.

Yuriko stared at Midari and thought of everything that had happened so far. They were in some kind of unspoken war, and the masochist had been winning battle after battle, leaving her almost defenseless against her. She found she had finally had enough of that, she was Yuriko Nishinotouin for crying out loud, and she wasn’t going to lose.  Not this war, not this battle, and certainly not this gamble. It was finally time to start shooting her shots. Summoning courage, she grinned at Midari with a raised eyebrow. “My goodness Midari, if I didn’t know you any better I’d say you are just jealous of him.” She remarked.

Midari’s jaw almost broke from opening so fast and hard. “Wh-what? Je-jealous? Me? Of him?! Ha! Don’t make laugh Yuriko.” She replied with a fake laugh, her hands at her hips, trying to compose her smugly countenance that had been shattered down by the slit-eyed woman’s sly remark. It clearly surprised her, taking her off guard, and Yuriko of course noticed it, so she smirked at her cockily before she began to walk ahead of her. “This bitch…” thought the masochist with a feeling she couldn’t quite place, but that sure left her with a foolish smile on. She shook her head before she trotted towards her. “Whatever, I’m hungry as fuck, wanna go and grab something together before we kiss each other good night babe?” she teased wickedly while circling an arm around the traditional girl’s waist.

Yuriko couldn’t help but laugh at that. “You know what? I’d actually like that, I’m hungry myself as well.” She said softly.

Midari pulled her even closer. “Well we could always eat each other now.” She joked, and even though Yuriko smacked her on the ribs, both of them were laughing joyfully while making their way to the academy’s café. But Midari, after encountering the president’s relative with Yuriko in a not so unfriendly manner, had to admit that a weird and uneasy feeling had set on her like a pit on her stomach.

Yuriko’s feminine laughter shook her out of it. “Nah, it’s prolly nothin’.” She thought with a careless shrug before she laughed again with the older girl.