The undercurrents in Kaito's growing court pulsed with unspoken heat—Sayuri's morning robes parting just enough to tease lace beneath as she leaned over him with breakfast, her full breasts brushing his arm accidentally-on-purpose. Yui's shy but bold touches during family dinners, small fingers lingering on his thigh under the table. Akari's tsundere glares turning into heated stares, her athletic body stretching in revealing outfits that left little to the imagination. Haruka's competitive brushes at school and work, hips swaying closer during shared shifts. Reina's dramatic whispers promising "private quests" after closing.
Sora, however, simmered quietly—her longing evident in stolen glances at school, flustered fumbles at Burger Baron. Since walking in on him and Yui, she'd been a mess: avoiding direct eye contact but orbiting closer, offering small favors like extra napkins during breaks or shyly asking for "guidance" on orders. Her petite frame trembled when near him, glasses fogging slightly, uniform polo hanging loose on her delicate build but hinting at budding curves beneath.
Kaito noticed. *This one aches for affirmation. To be seen, cherished. Her inexperience makes her ripe for gentle claiming.*
The escalation came mid-week.
After school, Kaito lingered at the gate—waiting for Yui as usual. But a frantic text from her: *Sora-chan's in trouble! Bullies cornered her behind the gym! Help!*
He bolted—centuries of battlefield instincts firing. The gym rear was shadowed, chain-link fence rattling in the wind.
Five boys— the persistent leader and his crew, including the one from the pipe incident. Sora backed against the wall, bag clutched like a shield, glasses askew, tears streaming. Her uniform skirt twisted, blouse untucked, revealing pale midriff.
"Please… leave me alone…" she whimpered.
Leader grabbed her arm roughly. "You think that shut-in hero's gonna save you again? Time to pay up."
Kaito emerged from shadows, voice thunderous. "Unhand her. Now."
They spun. Leader sneered. "You again? Brought friends this time. Let's see you handle all of us."
*Vermin,* Kaito thought, assessing: leader stocky but slow, two lanky flankers, one with makeshift bat (branch), pipe-boy twitchy. *Dramatic end required.*
The fight ignited.
Leader charged first—fist cocked like a battering ram. Kaito sidestepped fluidly, wind from the punch ruffling his hair. He countered with precise elbow to ribs—minor strength cracking but not breaking. Leader wheezed, staggering.
Flanker one swung wild haymaker. Kaito ducked low, sweeping leg in arc—boy tripped, face-planting dirt with thud. Dust puffed.
Flanker two and bat-boy attacked tandem—bat whistling high, punch low. Kaito leaped back, bat grazing shirt. Landed, grabbed bat mid-swing—strength buff wrenching it free. Tossed aside, then joint lock on puncher's arm—twist, flip over hip. Boy landed hard, wind knocked out.
Pipe-boy lunged desperate—metal gleaming. Kaito parried with forearm (buff absorbing impact), disarmed with swift chop to wrist. Pipe clattered. Mind trick flared—crimson eyes locking: "Kneel."
Boy dropped, trembling.
Leader recovered, roaring tackle. Kaito met head-on—braced, absorbing momentum, then knee to gut. Lifted him by collar—strength hoisting effortlessly—slammed against fence non-lethally. Fence rattled like thunder.
All down—groans echoing. Onlookers gathered, phones out. "Holy shit…" murmurs.
Sora sobbed in relief, rushing to him. "Senpai… you came…"
He steadied her—hands on shoulders, thumbs brushing tears. "Always."
Haruka arrived breathless—drawn by crowd. "Again? You're a one-man army."
School authorities handled aftermath—bullies suspended, Kaito praised for "restraint."
Sora clung during questioning, her small hand in his discreetly.
After: "Walk you home?" he offered.
She nodded, blushing. Work shift skipped—Reina understanding via text.
Her home empty—mother working late. Small apartment, tidy but sparse. Sora led to her room: simple, bookshelves of novels, bed with stuffed animals.
"I… can't thank you enough," she whispered, sitting on bed edge. Uniform disheveled—blouse gaping slightly, revealing simple white bra and soft cleavage.
Kaito sat beside. "No thanks needed. You are under my protection."
Her blue eyes behind glasses shimmered. "After… seeing you with Yui-chan… I felt so… empty. Hot. Wanting to be… wanted like that."
He cupped her cheek gently. "You are wanted. Cherished. Beautiful."
Praise lit her—body leaning in. Kiss began tentative—her lips soft, inexperienced, trembling against his. Small tongue darting shyly.
Kaito guided slowly—deepening, hand sliding to nape, fingers threading short black hair. She melted, whimpering softly.
Clothes peeled reverently.
Blouse unbuttoned—revealing petite breasts in cotton bra, nipples peaked. Bra unclasped—breasts small but perfect, pink-tipped, heaving with breaths.
He lavished them—lips tracing collarbone down, tongue circling one nipple slowly, sucking gently. "Such a good girl… so responsive…"
Sora arched, moaning. "Senpai… feels good…"
Skirt and panties next—her smooth, untouched pussy revealed, lips puffy and wet. Fingers traced outer folds lightly—teasing, gathering slick.
"You're doing so well… opening for me like this…"
Two fingers eased in—slow stretch, her virgin tightness clenching. Curled gently, stroking inner wall while thumb circled clit.
Sora's hips bucked, gasps needy. "Please… more praise…"
"You're perfect… taking my fingers so eagerly. My good girl…"
First orgasm built gradual—body tensing, breaths ragged. Shattered softly—walls fluttering, juices coating hand, cry muffled in his shoulder.
Positioned above—his arousal hard, sliding along her slickness.
"Ready, precious one?"
She nodded, eyes trusting. "Make me yours…"
Entered agonizingly slow—head pressing entrance, parting folds. She gasped at stretch, nails digging arms.
"So tight… you're doing amazingly… breathe for me…"
Inch by inch—pausing at resistance, kissing tears. Thrust past barrier gently—pain flash, then easing.
Full hilt—stilled, letting adjust. Shallow rocks, grinding clit.
Pleasure built—thrusts deeper, rhythm steady. Hands pinned hers above head lightly—gentle submission.
"You feel incredible… clenching around me like you never want to let go. Such a good girl for your senpai…"
Sora's moans rose—body arching, legs wrapping waist. "Yes… I'm yours… praise me more…"
"You're so beautiful coming undone… my perfect treasure…"
Climax neared—her walls tightening, breaths frantic. Shattered hard—body convulsing, milking him rhythmically, cry of "Senpai!"
He followed—thrusts deep, spilling inside with groan, hot pulses filling her untouched depths.
Afterglow: held close, stroking back. "You were wonderful… so brave, so giving."
Sora nuzzled, glowing. "Thank you… for seeing me."
Emotional bond sealed—bullied insecurities melting under praise.
Court grew—Sora submitted gently, devotedly.