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Muffled conversation carried over to the main house, naturally leading MC to the gardens.
“MC, is that you? Come on in.” Her father’s voice called out to her, the silhouettes inside the sunroom turning their bodies in response to the knocking.
Stepping into the warm, enclosed area, she bowed to the immaculately dressed man across from her father.
“Father, Professor Yakumo, I just wanted to drop by and say my greetings.”
“You are such a darling. The goodness in your heart truly is a wonder that shines above all else in this world.” The never-ending compliments he usually bestowed upon her never ceased to embarrass her. MC did not think she could ever get used to it, especially considering that they were coming from one of the most beautiful men she’s had the pleasure of meeting in her life. His blonde hair always glimmered against the rays of sunlight and every detail of his features, down to his peculiar eye color, was rare in the Capital. The affable man radiated warmth whenever he showed up.
“Thank you for your kind words as always, Professor.”
“Know that I only speak the truth, my sweet doll.” The smile he flashed her was nothing but genuine but there was something in his eyes that made her a bit nervous— excited, but nervous nevertheless.
“Perfect timing to have stopped by, my dear. Yakumo says he has something to give you.”
“Yes, I do indeed.” He pulled out a long, flowy material almost out of thin air. “As promised before, I’ve procured a ribbon to tie your hair up with. Although I would be doing a disservice to the world for hiding such a beautiful sight of your luscious tresses, I’m positive the end result will be even better.” It was a thick, deep chocolate-hued ribbon. The design was simple yet looked elegant— surely suitable for someone more like him than her.
“Thank you so much, Professor. I love it! If you’ll excuse me for a minute, I’ll go put it on.” She took a step towards him while reaching out with both hands to humbly receive the gift but he stopped her.
“Here, allow me.” He turned her body around with a hand guiding her shoulder to face away from him and slipped the blue strings from her hair in a single movement. MC stiffened her neck, unsure of what was happening. With deft fingers, he gathered up the loose hair and re-tied it in a simple bun. With a few strands of baby hair remaining, her slender neck was mostly exposed now.
“Thank-” As she was about to voice gratitude once again, he ran a knuckle down along the column of her neck and all sound left her throat.
“Now we match,” he whispered conspiringly against her ear and a shiver coursed through her neck. His lips were so close to her ear that she could feel his breath on her skin. She had to close her eyes in an attempt to contain the inexplicable feelings surging through her. That’s right, he always wore a ribbon just like this one.
She turned her head while opening her eyes and his eyes were all she could see, the way her own image was fully captured in the green orbs. They both stared at each other in a trance with MC lost in his eyes as if nothing else existed in the universe while unable to escape even if she wanted to.
“Ahem, don’t forget about this old man, you two.” Her father’s awkward laugh broke her free of the intense eye contact and she took a big step in the direction of the door.
“Well, I’ll leave you guys to your discussion then. Thank you so much for the gift, Professor Yakumo, and I hope you get home safely!” She aimed straight for the exit, retreating back to the safety of her house.
“Wait please, my little doll. I actually have another present for you. A western piece of clothing that I thought would suit you very much.” She looked down at the neatly wrapped bundle that was being held out to her but could not see inside.
“Goodness, Yakumo. You spoil my daughter rotten,” her father said.
“Only the best for her, as she deserves, dear Mototaka. Whenever I see breathtaking sights, eat delicious food, or find lovely items, I can’t help but want to share them with her. I believe that’s a natural desire of a man so smitten as I, is it not?” He gave a gentle smile that brightened his whole face and MC felt her heart pounding again. Smitten? Surely he was joking and these were honeyed words he waxed to everyone. A small part of her wished they weren’t though.
Did he want her to open this here right now? MC tightened her hold on the bundle when he spoke again.
“It seemed like you were on your way back to your room. Don’t feel like you have to stay here any longer on my account. You may open it whenever you please, my doll.” It was as if he had read her mind.
“I’m truly grateful for your thoughtfulness and for all you’ve given me. If you’ll excuse me, then. Goodnight, Professor. Goodnight, Father.” She bowed to each respectively and finally exited the sunset-basked room which only made her body warmer the longer she was in there.
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Back in the privacy of her own room, MC looked at the bundle sitting atop her futon questioningly while her beloved cat, Tama, mirrored next to her.
“Meow?” Tama peeked at her face in equal confusion.
“I wonder what Professor Yakumo got for me, Tama. Let’s see here…”
Unable to hide her curiosity, MC decided to open it up right away. She unraveled the knot and spread open the bundle to reveal a tiny piece of fabric. She held up the thin material of negligee and turned it this way and that way. What even IS this? Is this some sort of attire? He did say it was a western clothing so it must be wearable.
Tama shrieked and looked taken aback, desperately pawing at the air to reach for it. MC held it securely out of his reach while recovering from her own shock, lest he damages the delicate fabric.
It looked to be some sort of a dress worn to bed. What was he thinking, giving her such a gift right in front of her father? It was a good thing she waited until she was alone in her room to open it. What if she had decided to pull it out right then and there? His boldness knew no bounds.
MC had never owned such an item before. Although her family was well-off based on society’s standards with her father’s line of work, she wasn’t a wasteful girl by any means and certainly did not purchase pieces of clothing for reasons outside of necessity, especially those of foreign nature.
She held it against her body but didn't understand how one was supposed to wear something with such little material to cover one’s body. It would reveal all of her arms and legs, for goodness sakes. As she was holding it against herself and peering down, imagining herself in it, she heard her father's footsteps outside the door and hurriedly shoved it back into the wrapping cloth. There was just no way can she ever wear this. Before her father comes any closer and sees this obscene clothing in her possession, she stuffed it into a deep crevice of her closet, never to see light again.
Or, that was the plan anyways.
Everything was normal as the days passed by but every time she entered her room, she couldn’t help but glance at the closet. She tried to ignore the fact that a very racy, probably extremely comfortable article of clothing was tucked away in her wardrobe, just sitting there, waiting for someone to make use of it. The curiosity was overwhelming, eating her up inside. How would it feel against her skin? It also didn’t help that her mind constantly nudged and encouraged her with thoughts such as, “It’s probably going to feel amazing, the most comfortable thing you’ll ever put on! It won’t hurt anyone to just try it on!”
It was always there but she could find neither the courage nor the opportunity to actually wear it until one evening, a few days after her father left for a week long business trip to the port city of Yokohama. The summer evening was warm and humid, the typical sleeping robes sticking unpleasantly to her body like wet paper to a dry surface. With the house all to herself, MC decided that today was the day she can wear whatever she wants and freely prance around the house to her heart’s content. She fished out the gift of silken negligee, balled it into a fist in her hand, and dashed to the bathhouse.
After a fresh wash, MC slipped into the nightgown and the sensation it brought forth was unlike anything she had ever experienced. It felt like she had absolutely nothing on and without the usual cloth wrapping around her breasts nor any undergarments down there, the feeling could only be described as liberating.
MC proudly sauntered into the living room where Tama awaited her return.
“Tama! How do I look?” Dabbing at her hair with a towel, she gave a little twirl to then come face-to-face with an unexpected predicament.
“Good evening, my sweet doll. I’m glad to see you’re well and in a great mood to add.” The affable professor was crouched on the floor of her living room next to her cat while in the middle of petting his head, looking up at her with a smile.
MC gave a yelp, unlike any noise she’s ever made before. Why did he have to catch her at such a time? She wasn’t even wearing any underwear and he was looking up at her! She felt like a cat with a mouth full of stolen sardines, embarrassed beyond belief.
“P-Professor Yakumo!? What are you doing here?” Million thoughts per second were flashing in her mind as her hands froze mid-action on her hair while her legs uncomfortably twisted like interweaving tree limbs. He in turn didn’t look at all fazed.
“I was within the area and decided to drop by for a chat with your father. I knocked and called out, you see, but no one answered. I came in to check out of concern since it felt like someone was inside but I’m glad to see that you’re alright. My deepest apologies for intruding upon you so late.”
She could feel his gaze take her in completely, from the damp hair sticking to the sides of her flushed face, the thin strap on her shoulders exposing her seldom-seen collarbones, her slender calves and a good portion of her thighs as well. The feminine lace adoring the hems of the delicate gown barely covered her bottom, let alone her legs.
This was in no universe an appropriate way to greet a guest. MC was suddenly even more aware of her state of undress while Yakumo was unshaken as ever as he stood up. He seemed pleased, actually.
"My heart is most joyous to see you using my gift, my sweet doll." His eyes held nothing but affection for her as he smiled even deeper.
"Please hold on just a moment. I’m sorry for appearing so unseemly. I’ll go change right away." MC almost hightailed out of the room but he held up a hand and stepped closer.
"There's no need, really. I find you most exquisite in that nightgown I got for you. It accentuates all of your feminine features." He looked down at her body and back to her face again and her cheeks physically hurt from overheating.
“B-But I-”
“Nothing you do or wear will make me think any less of you. I’m actually flattered you’re wearing something I picked out with my own hands. My heart is singing in joy, believe me.”
There was no subtle way to hide herself from his view without making things blatantly awkward. She prayed he would not be able to see how red she was getting but that was nigh impossible. She's never had a man look at her quite like this before, as if … as if she was the most beautiful person in the entire world.
"When my eyes landed on this gown, I simply had to get it for you. I knew it would look beautiful on you and I was not wrong. My little doll, you are magnificent." He was such a sweet-talker but she couldn't help but wish he'd only talk this way about her. He had once told her father, in her presence no less, that he only talked in this manner about her and oh, how she wished it was true.
There were probably loads of prettier girls at the university who batted their eyelashes while passing him on the school grounds or sidled up to him while asking him questions after lectures. Was she really special as he oft told her? ...And therein lied the problem. She had developed a crush on her father's conversation partner over the many years she’d known him.
“Won’t you allow me to see you? I wish to see if I made the right judgement of color.” He was close enough to touch her now. Her hands which gripped the towel to her chest fell limply to her sides, almost as an invitation for the scrutiny. Her eyes couldn’t quite meet his and looked down at herself instead. She felt like he was seeing a whole lot more than the baby pink of her nightgown.
Tama was hissing at him, displeasure radiating off of his small, furry frame as he watched everything unfold.
Despite the warm air, looking down at her arms prickling with goosebumps led her to a more startling discovery of her body’s reaction to it all— her nipples were poking out of the flimsy material, begging for attention. Upon further inspection, she could see that the shadow cast by the dark curls at the apex of her thighs underneath the sheer material were on display as well.
Why was she not pushing him out the door and escaping to privacy? Why was she allowing herself to be on display like this for his roaming eyes? Perhaps she secretly enjoyed the lavish attention bestowed upon her by this worldly, mature professor who made her feel beautiful not only with mere words but also with his every gaze. Perhaps all this time, she had liked the affection she got when he visited her father and that in actuality wished he was coming for her company instead and that every time he called her “my sweet doll,” that she could actually be his only doll.
Tama was scratching Yakumo’s legs at this point with loud meows to boot as if he had something to say about where this was going.
“Tama, please... Could you give us some space?” She shot a pleading look to her orange cat. In a soft tone and barely above a whisper, she added, “I’ll give you extra sardines tomorrow…” With a mix of worry and dejection, Tama jumped out onto the porch and then out to the gardens somewhere. She was thankful for her thoughtful and surprisingly understanding kitty. He definitely deserves a whole heap of sardines!
Yakumo then slid right in front of her so fluidly in the span of a blink of an eye that she almost doubted if he were fully human. Looking deep into her eyes, he versed, “I have gazed upon truly breathtaking sights all over the world, in Europe, America and Japan, and believe me when I say that not even the vast fields of roses nor the portraits of Venus, the goddess of love, match your beauty. They simply cannot be compared to my sweet doll.”
That’s it. MC was so deeply in love with this man and the more time they spend together, the more she fell. He was a master of patient wooing, bestowing honey-dripping sweetness until she couldn't even think straight and let all her defenses down. Was she ever really resisting though?
“Thank you, Professor Yakumo. You always know what to say to make a girl feel good.”
“I don’t know about other ladies but if it makes you feel good then that’s all that matters to me.” Before she had the time to soak in her contentment, he stepped away and broke the tender moment. “Well, I’ve certainly overstayed for one night. Please do lock up after I leave.” Oh no, he was leaving already?
MC reacted in haste to his words as the towel fell to the floor and she reached out to hold his sleeves with her trembling hands.
“I’m home alone tonight. Will… Will you keep me company?” Her mind was ringing with alarms, screaming at her that this was a bad idea but she willed it all away. It was a spur of the moment action but she actually wanted this quite badly. However, her insecurity wondered if she should add, “If you want to, of course.” It would devastate her if he refused and she wouldn’t be able to show her face in front of him again.
“How terribly lonely it must be for a young lady to be all alone in a big house such as this. I’ve read the most fascinating book recently that we could discuss at great lengths until you fall prey to sleep.” MC’s face fell at the sweet, yet such a tame offer.
“Or…” He ran a finger down the side of her face, ever so gently. “We could… find other ways to entertain ourselves.” He brought his face as close as he could to her face so that their noses touched. MC blinked and for some reason his eyes had become a crimson pool of desire, in contrast to his usual aquamarine. As if transfixed, MC couldn’t look away from those intense eyes. Never breaking his smile, Yakumo guided her.
“Close your eyes for me, doll?” Spurred by his thick voice, MC abided. The gentlest touch landed on her lips and her heart surged. So this is what a kiss is! It began as a peck along her upper lip, then the lower, then the corners, and then an all-consuming kind. The next was a bit deeper and then next even more so. Soon, he was running his tongue along the opening and when MC took a breath of air, his tongue ventured further inside. Scratch her earlier thoughts, this must be a proper kiss!
MC opened her eyes a bit and saw his attractive face up close. It almost felt surreal. She was actually kissing THE Yakumo Koizumi, the author, the professor, the national treasure, and someone who’s been dear to her for a long time.
She tried to reciprocate but her movements seemed clumsy, unsurprisingly, since her prior experience was close to nonexistent. However, it all felt wonderful and her mind was blanking from the way his scent tickled her nose, engulfing her entire being.
“Wow…” The sound escaped her when he pulled away at last and she covered her mouth with a hand in case any more embarrassing sounds escaped. He chuckled at her response and affectionately played with her hair, squeezing it between his fingers in a childlike fancy.
“Do you want to be kissed further, my sweet doll?” She nodded, not trusting her voice. Her eyes must be sparkling right now, full of adoration, and her lips puffy and red from the nibbles. “Then would you take me to your room please? I don’t believe out here would be the best setting for what comes next… unless you don’t want to? Which is totally fine.”
“I do! I mean, I do want to… find out what comes next.” She hastily replied, in case he retracts his offer. Her hand clutched the tips of his fingers as she led him into her room. Thank goodness she had not been lazy about her cleaning duties this morning. While he waited for her by the sliding door, she laid out her bedding with both urgency and nervousness. Once she was done, he joined her on the futon.
“I promised you a kiss and so you shall get it.”
He started with her forehead, simply laying a flutter of kisses down her face, on top of her nose, and the apple of her cheeks. MC’s eyes fluttered when his kisses got close to them, teasing lightly at the tender skin. His tongue found fascination with her ears next as he licked every inch of the surface, from the shell to the inner groves. Her body was writhing underneath him, grabbing onto his ruffled collars.
“Ah… ah!” He got to her neck and she could feel bouts of pain, followed by pleasure, as he nipped her delicate flesh with his teeth.
“Sorry, did that hurt?” His crimson eyes bore into her and he didn’t look very sorry.
“N-No…”
“Good.” He smiled and resumed the nipping, but going down to her collarbones next.
“Unnh...” MC grabbed the sheets while her thighs rubbed against each other. Gods, it felt good yet so frustrating at the same time.
His finger pushed down the string of her nightgown from her shoulders and then eased a breast to slip out.
“Oh, I… this is so embarrassing…” MC got a sudden urge to hide herself, shoulders hunching a bit.
“Don't be. It’s really not.” He planted a soft kiss to where the swell of her breast starts. His hands played with her both exposed and clothed mounds, kneading them and stroking her hardened nipples. “No word can properly describe how magnificent you are. I could dedicate my whole life to study your every essence but it would never be enough to satisfy me. I crave you like a sunflower craves the sun.”
With that, he captured her breast in his mouth and the tingling sensations heightened beyond belief. It was as if all the blood and nerves escaped her brain and went straight down to her loins.
His slightly wavy bangs covering his eyes added to the overall mysterious aura and she felt like his words of beauty fit him more than her. She got the urge to yank the ribbon tying back his hair to see his curls cascading down his face. What a sight that would be! So she reached out and did just that. His medium length hair curtained down his shoulders and MC almost wanted to look away from how picturesque he looked, like some faraway prince from western fairytales he had told her about before.
He was busy making her feel oh-so-good with his mouth but her fingers pawed at his clothes like a cat, not wanting to sit idly. He kissed her fingers mid-air before assisting her in removing his garments. Why were there so many damn buttons in western clothing?! More and more of his pale skin was revealed and he was surprisingly toned for a studious man. Maybe he didn’t lead a completely sedentary life that would come with his profession?
He gave her time to explore his upper body with her hands and eyes as she marveled at the male physique. The firmness was so different from her own. When he felt like she was appeased, he ventured down even more, kissing her calves as if he was not going to leave a single space of her body unexplored.
He worshipped the length of her body as he left kisses on the underside of her knees, the ticklish sensations making her legs jerk. Without breaking from the series of kisses, he positioned himself in between her legs and pushed them higher up and apart until the nightgown pooled at her belly, baring all of her private area for the night air.
“Ah, Professor, don’t look so closely!” She tried to bring the skimpy dress down again but he grabbed her wrists and pinned them down.
“My dear, don’t worry. It’s quite dim here and my eyesight isn’t the best. You have nothing to worry about.” He placated her while rubbing circles on her lower abdomen. MC felt like she was just lying in her own pool of desire at this point as she actually felt more and more proof of arousal spilling out with his every touch. “My, my…” His fingers teased at her opening and she wanted to scream.
She grabbed his shoulder and said, “Please!” He chuckled and pushed two fingers inside, watching her expression the whole time. MC’s mouth was open but no sound forthcoming, the feelings all new and mind-numbing. Her eyes widened as he examined his glistening fingers and licked it clean. He then came up to kiss her mouth so she can taste herself, the whole experience strangely erotic.
“Bottle the sweetest wine a ripe grape can offer and I would still choose to drink from you every time.” He went down again but this time, brought his face right against the folds of her opening with his thumbs prying it open. She tried to squeeze her legs shut but that only succeeded in locking his face more securely against her. His breath tickled her, sending cool air to the hot area, and he then licked in a circular pattern along her hole. Using his skilled tongue, he flicked her nub over and over against until she was seeing stars behind her eyelids.
“Oh, this is… this is too much… ooh!”
“Your little noises are just so lovely, my doll. Don’t hold back.” It was hard to even try to hold back as unfamiliar mewing sounds naturally came out of MC. It felt like it was too much but she also felt her hips buckle and thrash about.
“I think you’re ready for me. Are you?” Whatever that meant, if it means more pleasure was imminent then of course, MC had to agree that she was indeed ready.
Yakumo eased out of his pants and underpants and the sight before her was intimidating. The male private part seemed out of place with how angry it looked— pink, veiny and big. He guided her hand to touch it and it momentarily frightened her, the unexpected heat seeping into her palm. But it felt so silky to the touch that she found herself rubbing her thumb across the head and more moisture gathered at the tip. He wiped his thumb against it and brought it to her lips, silently urging her to taste him. She flicked her tongue out to swipe at the liquid and it was slightly salty and musky, similar yet different from her own taste.
“I’m sorry for this might hurt a bit, sweet doll of mine. Please forgive me.” MC felt something tearing inside of her as he pushed in but the acute pain quickly dissipated as she took great gulps of air. He didn’t move after going in, allowing her to relax and adjust to his size. MC saw a tiny drop of blood land on the futon beneath her and the red of his eyes gleamed even darker.
MC had never seen Yakumo lose control and even during sex it was no different. Other than his eyes lighting up a certain way, his sense of calm was still the same as always. As he began to move his hips, holding onto her waist, he growled against her ears.
“My doll… You are mine.” MC sucked in a breath at the possessive tone. The words sounded like they could have a covert meaning to them.
“Mine.” He thrust into her so deeply that they felt connected in more ways than purely physical. She could almost feel his heat throbbing inside her. When she started trembling and shocking pleasure shot across her body, he grunted into her hair, lowering his body to rest on top of hers while he poured himself into her. It didn’t take long for him to recover from the bliss of passion and he started kissing her lips affectionately again.
“How do you feel?”
“I’m fine. That felt amazing. Thank you, Professor Yakumo.” He laughed at her response.
“You can call me whatever you want, my sweet doll, but you don’t have to keep calling me professor, especially at a time like this.”
“Oh… okay, I understand, Y-Yakumo.” He flashed the blushing girl a warm smile that made her forget the discomfort down south. “You can still stay until morning, right?” Her big eyes begged him. He squeezed her hands and kissed the crown of her head.
“Of course I can. Anything for you.” He settled them both into her futon while cradling her body against his like she’s a precious, fragile being to be protected from the world.
As she closed her eyes, basking in the warmth of his heat and his love, she heard his voice asking, “Do you still have the ribbon that I gave to you before?” Her head bobbed against his jaw as she confirmed. “Then perhaps next time I’ll show you what kinds of fun things we can do with that.”
He said next time! MC could hardly wait, her heart already soaring at the prospect that this was not a single time event. She was going to ask when her father’s next out of town trip would be as soon as he gets back.