Chapter 3: Rika's Curiosity is Dangerous
The classroom was nearly empty after homeroom ended. Aoi leaned back in his chair, the memory of Sayaka's soft moans and flushed skin still fresh from yesterday. He had thought it would be hard to focus in class — and it was — but not for the reason he expected.
He wasn't the only one distracted.
Someone had been watching him all day.
Rika.
With her ponytail swaying, her legs crossed tight under her skirt, and that ever-knowing smirk she wore whenever she had someone cornered.
When the bell rang and the room emptied, Rika didn't leave. She stood by the door, arms crossed, eyes locked onto him like a predator studying her prey.
> "So... Sayaka left early yesterday," she said, casually. "Came back with red cheeks and the scent of something fun on her."
"You wouldn't know anything about that, would you, Aoi?"
Aoi kept his mouth shut, but his silence gave everything away.
She walked toward him — slow, deliberate. Her skirt swayed with each step.
> "I don't like being left out," she whispered, leaning on his desk. "You owe me."
He swallowed hard.
> "Owe you what?"
She leaned even closer.
> "A taste."
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Heat Behind Closed Doors
Aoi didn't remember standing up. Only the sensation of Rika pulling him into the supply room, the door clicking shut behind them, and darkness wrapping around their bodies — lit only by a narrow shaft of light through the window.
The room was warm. Dusty. Intimate.
> "No one will find us here," she whispered.
He could feel her breath on his lips.
She didn't wait.
Their mouths met — rough, teasing. Rika kissed like she fought: fierce, determined, and with a flicker of wicked fun.
Her hands slid under his uniform shirt, exploring. His breath hitched.
> "You're tense," she whispered against his neck. "Let me help."
Their bodies pressed close, friction building fast. His hands found the curve of her waist, the bare skin under her blouse, the line of her thigh as her skirt rode higher.
Her voice was a whisper of silk:
> "I've been dreaming of this since the first day you transferred."
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The Edge of Control
Rika didn't stop teasing.
She straddled him on a forgotten chair in the corner, guiding his hands, urging him with quiet gasps and sharp little bites to his ear. Her breath was hot, her body even hotter.
> "Do you want to touch me more?" she teased.
"Or should I stop and let Sayaka keep winning?"
That set something off inside Aoi.
He flipped their positions, pressing her gently against the wall. Rika gasped, her smirk fading into flushed, breathless surprise.
> "So you do have a wild side," she whispered.
The air grew thicker. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling. His hands traced her curves, learning her heat, making her tremble in ways she hadn't expected.
She moaned softly — just once — and that was enough to break what little control either of them had.
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Breathless Aftermath
Minutes passed in silence.
Rika sat atop a stack of books, shirt rumpled, her ponytail half undone, lips swollen from too many deep kisses. She looked up at him, smiling like a fox who got exactly what she wanted.
> "Not bad, transfer boy," she said breathlessly. "I might let you have me again."
Aoi chuckled.
> "You're the dangerous one."
> "Mmhmm." She slid her finger along her neck. "And now I know exactly how Sayaka felt."
Just as they prepared to sneak out of the room, they heard a sound outside.
A quiet gasp.
They turned — and caught a glimpse of a figure through the crack in the door.
Miyu.
Frozen. Blushing. Wide-eyed. And definitely watching them.
Rika grinned.
> "Looks like someone's curious."
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