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Jujutsu High’s end-of-year trip to Tokyo was the most boring thing Maki had ever signed up for. The first day was a long, tedious tour of one of the nearby colleges, where Gojo-sensei had handed them out all kinds of flyer for useless majors, signing them up for a lecture just so he could slip away and talk to his omega on the phone in the back of the auditorium.
The second day wasn’t any better, they toured a modern art museum with Gojo-sensei babbling nonsense that she was pretty sure he was making up on the spot, forcing them to keep some kind of logbook that Maki had only filled halfway before stashing it in her backpack. Inumaki glanced at her out of the corner of his eye when he left his on a bench where they’d sat for a few minutes, they both smiled. Panda had tossed his into a trash can at the same time, making thumbs up when he caught them watching.
Gojo-sensei got distracted the moment they turned a corner, chattering about artistic techniques while leaning against a pillar. Just then, a group of cute omegas walked past them, and she made a valiant attempt to run off with them before the senior alpha grabbed her by the collar. Inumaki stuck his tongue out at her from across the hallway, slipping into a group of alphas.
Lucky bastard. Maki was in a bad mood for the rest of the walk.
The third day was by far the best, mainly because, after two days, she had managed to escape Gojo-sensei’s watchful eye for a few hours. They were walking through a botanical garden filled with trees and ferns hanging everywhere when she took Yuuta’s hand when he wasn’t looking and dragged him over to a group of teenagers who were walking near a huge tree with low-hanging branches.
They hid behind some bushes, and when Gojo-sensei got distracted taking pictures of a wall of flowers, they both ran down the cobblestone path, following the signs hanging from the streetlights until they came out into the adjacent park. Yuuta was laughing so hard she thought he’d go hoarse, hanging onto her arm as he caught his breath.
“Want some ice cream?” Maki pointed to a small shop with a pretty omega working there, and Yuuta looked at her with a smile and nodded. The two of them were walking down a path lined with pretty bushes, holding hands like the other couples in the park.
After the ice cream, they ended up in the tiny bathroom a few feet from the cash register, with Yuuta kneeling at her feet, smirking and sucking her cock until his nose was pressed against his stomach, his tongue pressed against its length, his cheeks hollowed out, and slurping obscenely around it. Maki tangled her hand in a handful of hair, dragging his throat around her cock, tears and precum staining his face, and somewhere between his legs she could hear fingers sliding in and out to the rhythm of her thrusts.
Her knot was swelling behind Yuuta’s teeth after some careless sucking, his expert, slippery mouth pushing it out until only the head of her cock was inside, his tongue circling around it, sucking like a baby, his hand wrapped around everything that wasn’t in his mouth. Maki pops her knot in his mouth, and Yuuta swallowed every strand of cum that was shot into the back of his throat.
“You’re so pretty, Yuuta.” She felt her cock twitch as Yuuta playfully slapped his own cheek, sticking out his tongue covered in cum and swallowing it in front of her eyes. Maki wiped the tears and the precum still smeared across his cheeks with her thumbs. “You’re the best at sucking cock.”
Yuuta frowned slightly but nodded, wrapping his tongue around the vein beneath his shaft, hollowing his cheeks, and swallowing around the head. Sucking dick always turned him on to no end, if his pussy dripping through his pants was any indicator, she smiled and pressed her back against the wall. “So good” She growls, almost choking with her breath.
A knot later, Maki stepped out of the ice cream shop with her hand cupping Yuuta’s pert ass, her fingers brushing the wet spot that had seeped through the fabric, walking until they reached a fountain far enough away that she thought no one could recognize them, Yuuta leaned against her chest and began babbling about the trip while she stroked his lower back, bathing him in her spicy, musky scent of sea breeze.
Gojo-sensei found them, of course, and punished them by leaving them in their hotel rooms while he took Inumaki and Panda to see a movie at the local theater. He had locked them in separate rooms, but Yuuta, with his sad eyes and peachy scent, had charmed one of the cleaning staff enough to let him slip into her room.
He stripped as soon as he closed the door, kicking his shorts to the floor with a chuckle. Maki realized he wasn’t wearing any underwear, and that his slightly hairy pussy was already wet with anticipation. She pulled down her sweatpants and panties in a single flick of her wrist, lazily caressing herself. “You’re such a naughty omega, Yuuta, sneaking out of your room to have sex with me.”
Yuuta blushed beneath his bangs, but he kept going, taking off his oversized T-shirt and unhooking the baby-blue bra behind his back. The thin straps slid down his arms, and his small, perky breasts stood proudly in the center of his chest. Yuuta pinched a pink nipple between his fingers, looking at her with feigned innocence. “Are you still horny about today? Is your cunt wet and loose from sucking my cock?”
“Do you want me to fuck you, omega?” she asked teasingly, and Yuuta nodded softly, arching his back and rushing to get on top of her on the bed, his hips pressed against hers, grinding his wet folds against the length of his cock. He leaned on her shoulders, exhaling on her neck, the tip of Maki’s cock teasing his needy pussy. “Do you want alpha to fill you up?”
The tip had barely gone in half an inch before Yuuta suddenly stopped, freezing in a deep squat. She furrowed her brows, clenching her hands on his hips. “Put on a condom, Maki. I don’t want to—I don’t want to do it like this.” He withdrew gently, a thick string of slick connecting them both, as if his pussy and her cock didn’t want to be separated. He snorted in annoyance when Maki kept rubbing his erection against the inside of his thigh. “Do it.”
Reluctantly, she reached into her bag and fished out one of the packs of condoms she’d bought at the train station. She tore open the wrapper right in front of Yuuta’s face and rolled the pink plastic over her cock, humming around the patch of skin on her shoulder he was sucking on, and positioned himself on her lap, bouncing with his hands clenched tightly on her shoulders.
Three condoms later, and with a couple of text messages from Inumaki letting them know they’d stopped at a gift shop before heading back to the hotel (giving them enough time to cover up their shenanigan) Maki foolishly recalled a conversation she’d had with Mai a couple of days before the trip began, when she was still blissfully unaware of just how boring it would be.
“Are you going to lose your virginity?” Mai asked, looking at her across their shared room. Maki dropped the pile of clothes she’d been packing into her suitcase with a muffled thud, too surprised to admit that, in fact, she wasn’t a virgin and hadn’t been for a while. Mai looked at her expectantly, raising her eyebrows. “On the trip, you know?”
Maki froze in her tracks, and Mai rolled her eyes in annoyance. She even have the nerve to look confused after what she said, she kicked her legs childishly at the edge of her bed, her lips stretched into a lazy smile, breaking eye contact to continue packing her makeup into a small bag. “What are you talking about, Mai? Why would I do that?”
Her voice wavered with a thread of nervousness, and she decided to arbitrarily omit the fact that she had no need to sleep with anyone because she could already have sex with Yuuta whenever and wherever she wanted, and had been doing so since her freshman year. After all, she’d done things in that very room that Mai didn’t need to know about.
Maki bites her lip and folds the clothes she’d just tossed aside, avoiding Mai’s gaze as she neatly packs them into the suitcase on her bed. Mai stretches like a cat, and from that angle, she can clearly see the ceiling of her room covered in fluorescent plastic stars. “It’s tradition, Maki.” Mai rolls her eyes for the second time, picking at her fingernails. “On these trips, you always end up losing your virginity to a hot college alpha at some party.”
“It’s fun,” she finishes, releasing faint traces of her sugary scent of river water and sugarcane, powerful with pure, unadulterated emotion, bordering on something spicy and unpleasant. Maki covered her nose and focused on folding a blouse and stowing it on top of her suitcase, over shirts with silly designs and a dark hoodie. “Just imagine it.”
“That’s stupid, Mai,” she hurried to cut Mai off, though she felt something uncomfortably familiar and warm growing inside her stomach. “Who knows what kind of diseases you could catch from doing that.” Mai clicked her tongue and propped herself up on her elbows, eyeing her critically. Maki did her best to ignore her, stuffing socks into the pocket of her suitcase and tucking a pair of baggy jeans into the empty space.
Mai kept staring at her, her eyebrows slightly furrowed and her lips twisted into a pout. Her nose (absurdly sensitive when it came to Mai) detected something she couldn’t quite identify growing in the air, something mocking and curious, and after a few seconds of tense silence, she snapped. “What?”
“Well, it’s not like you’re going to dip your dick in a pussy raw, Maki,” Mai complains, raising her voice and gesturing with her hands like a little girl, the multitude of bracelets on her wrists clink as she moves, and a metallic jingle syncs with Mai’s half-choked laugh. “You use a condom, obviously. Or do you like to do it raw, Maki-nee?”
There is a silence of one second, two, three. Maki blushes a deep red all the way to her ears, imagining a gaping pussy with cum oozing out, her cum running down thick thighs, staining everything white. She hides her face behind her palms, ashamed to the core, flashing images of faceless omegas with their cunts spread open appearing behind her eyelids.
”Did you have a creampie kink all this time nee-chan?”
Mai then burst into laughter, clutching her stomach and curling up in a fetal position. Maki peered through the gaps between her fingers, watching her sister roll around in bed. “You’re a pervert, Maki!” Mai barely has time to cover herself before one of her converses lands next to her head.
Later that night, when they’re both snuggled deep into their beds and the stars on the ceiling glow with a greenish light, Maki slides her hand under her pajama bottoms, slowly stroking her length, she closes her eyes, the thrill of arousal coursing through her veins like lava, imagining Yuuta bent over in his school uniform, pantyless, his pussy weeping slick, and when that doesn’t do the trick, she lets her mind wander.
She runs her finger over her slit and imagines the tight pussy of a college omega wrapped around her shaft, his larger, more experienced body arching beneath her smaller palms, she imagines a plump ass and big tits, milky skin, piercings, and eyes filled with tears of pleasure. The omega stretches and arches his back, pressing his buttocks against her stomach, moaning and screaming like a cheap whore, “Alpha, alpha, alpha, please fill me with your cum, fuck my pussy raw!”
She cums into his fist with a strangled gasp, taking small, shallow breaths as the flush rises up his neck. Mai turns over in bed, her brow furrowed, her lips pressed together, her breathing still calm, obviously asleep, oblivious to everything. Maki pulls the blanket up to her nose and, with clumsy, hurried movements, wipes her hand against the skin of her stomach.
Images of an unnamed omega’s cunt flicker in the darkness, the pink, open folds, the floor stained with slicks. Maybe she could convince Yuuta to let her cum inside him at some point during the trip, she could buy him the morning-after pill and no one would have to know about it, it would just be their secret. Maybe she’d take a couple of photos and look at them during her ruts when she was too horny to think. But that was going to be all, she wants it just once.
“Maki!” Yuuta slaps her gently, snapping her out of her daze. His eyes are wide and he’s searching the whole room for his clothes, stumbling around naked as he crouches near a decorative armchair, they both still smell of sweat, musk and the unmistakable scent of sex. Gojo-sensei has six kids, he’d obviously notice if he got a whiff of them. “They’ll be here in ten minutes!”
She picks up the tied-up condoms lying by the bed and tosses them into the bathroom trash can, wrapped in paper towels she sprays with scents neutralizers. She returns to the bedroom and sprays the sheets, the floor, and the air throughout the room, it’s never really enough. By the time she’s done, Yuuta already has his shorts on, but his clumsy fingers can’t fasten his bra.
Maki quickly threads the pins through the loops, and as Yuuta bends down to pick up his shirt, she sees the outline of his cameltoe through the thin fabric of his shorts and the dry slick on his thighs. She doesn’t say anything, and hopes that Gojo-sensei won’t say anything either when he checks on them that night.
On the fifth day of the trip, her class and Mai’s class spend the day together. The principal Gakuganji and vice principal Yaga had split the classes so that each would go to a different city and switch halfway through the trip, supposedly, this would ensure that both groups visited the same number of places without any rivalries that might complicate the trip.
Maki thought it was stupid when they explained it to her, but now, as Gojo-sensei and Utahime-sensei started arguing over which of their omegas was prettier, she realized they’d made the best decision. Panda, standing behind them, opined that Geto-sensei was the best, and Miwa had shyly said she preferred Shoko-sensei.
Mai burst out laughing then, and the conversation ended with everyone teasing the short omega. Maki barely participated in the conversation, trapped in the booth of a restaurant that was too American for her taste. She put her arm around Yuuta’s waist under the table, and he shoved a video in her face that he found funny. Miwa, on the other side of the table, was forced to explain her reasons. “She has pretty eyes!”
“I saw you checking out her ass the other day, Miwa, don’t lie!” Maki almost felt bad about the punch Kokichi had landed on Mai’s nose.
The rest of the afternoon went by like that, without boring visits or tedious tours of places that had been dead for a long time. Instead, they entertained themselves watching Gojo-sensei show off his pups to Utahime-sensei and vice versa, both shoving their phones in each other’s faces. It was fun, until they both got so caught up in their little rivalry that they stopped watching them altogether.
“Do you guys want to do something fun tonight?” Mai asked innocently, playing with the straw in her coke zero. Maki snorted and rolled her eyes but listened anyway. Inumaki quickly nodded in agreement with her sister’s words. “I have a friend in the area, and he just invited me to a college party. Do any of you want to go with me?”
She smiled like a cat and released her scent throughout the small restaurant booth. Mai knew how to play her cards, her scent would make all the alphas more receptive to fulfilling her wishes and the omegas more susceptible to others’ reactions, sugar on everyone’s tongue but her own. Too bad it didn’t work on direct blood relatives, otherwise, she’d have them wrapped around her finger too.
“Sounds fun!” Panda exclaimed and slammed his fist on the table, causing Miwa to jump in her seat and made the hamburger she’d ordered fell off her tray. Kokichi hurried to offer her napkins and give her his lunch, but Maki ignored them, nodding gently. “Sure, why not?” Yuuta smiled nervously, and soon everyone was on board with the plan.
Later that night, when the moon was high in the sky, she got dressed for the party. She remembered the blouse she’d packed during her conversation with Mai and put it on after making sure to wear a pretty bra underneath, one with lace on the cups that matched her panties for the night. Her blouse was tight in all the right places, red with the Marlboro logo printed on the chest, short enough to reveal the strip of skin between her stomach and her jeans.
She turned around in her new hotel room, this one was more spacious, and because of the new people who had joined the trip, Gojo-sensei and Utahime-sensei had decided to put her in Mai’s room. Mai was wearing shorts that were too short for her taste and a black tank top hidden under a gray jacket, buttoned halfway up. She smiled as she tied her shoes. “Do you think I look hot?”
“If you weren’t my sister, I would’ve take you back here.” She shrugs as Mai mutters mild insults in her direction, blushing and shaking her head vigorously, Maki adjusts her necklace around her neck in front of the full-length mirror in the room. She brushes her hair back with her fingers, arranging it so it falls down her back, the ends tickling her arms as they brush against her skin. Someone knocks on the door shortly after.
After a bit of organizing and making sure that neither Gojo-sensei nor Utahime-sensei noticed they’d slipped out through a back staircase, they arrived at the party bar. And Mai’s so-called friend turned out to be an alpha nearly 7 feet tall with an ugly scar on his lip. Mai stood on tiptoe and whispered something in his ear that made him, with a frown, let them all in without checking any IDs. If Maki hadn’t been so eager to get drunk, she would have been more worried.
But then she saw him.
He was sitting at the bar surrounded by omegas and alphas on all sides, adoring him from one end to the other, one had his arm around his shoulder and another was being hugged on the adjacent stool, sniffing him shamelessly, surrounding him as if he were a king. Maki froze in the middle of the hallway. For a whole second, the world stopped moving and everyone held their breath.
It was just him and her, her and him alone in the whole world. A wave of heat washed over her stomach, and she began to walk without knowing where she was going, mesmerized by him, she wanted to touch him and lick him and mated him, to know exactly what his sweat tasted like and what his tears tasted like.
She looked up and found him, even through the bar’s colored lights and from as far away as she was, she could see every detail of the man, from the long, cat-eye eyeliner stretching across his eyelid to the ton of piercings decorating his ears, steel jewelry hanging and shining like the stars on his ceiling. He smiled and took a sip from his glass of opaque liquid.
Mai hurried to the bar with a wad of cash they’d all pooled together to pay for the first round. Maki followed her almost on instinct, right on her heels, while the rest of the group split up to find a booth that wasn’t already taken. Every step she took was better than the last, the man she’d seen earlier was unbearably close, and there was something about him that drew her in like a magnet.
All the sex she’d had with Yuuta had messed with her head, she thought, that was the logical explanation. The heat between her legs had nothing to do with the 5’11” man who was staring at her intently with golden eyes that shone like gold.
“Can I get six highballs with vodka?” Mai stood on tiptoe at the bar, and the bartender, a huge man with tattoos on his face and pink hair, raised an eyebrow when he saw her. The neckline of her top was pushed up by the zipper of her jacket, in an attempt to make her look more mature. Maki realized he hadn’t bought her act at that moment, though she didn’t stop her either, her eyes drifted away.
The man was now just a few feet away from them, and from this angle she could see him perfectly. The roots of his hair were darker than the blonde tips, and the skin on his neck was extremely smooth, as soft as silk. Maki’s eyes drifted downward, taking in his clothes. He was wearing a red soccer jersey that clung to every curve of his body, his chest was broad, hovering on the line between pecs and breasts. It doesn’t matter what they are because she didn’t really care, she just wanted him close, wanted to bury herself in the valley of his sternum and breathe in his musk.
The man was androgynous in a way that would cause a scandal in the small town where she lived. Something sitting between the alpha and the omega, but far from the simplicity of the betas. It was something different that Maki had never seen outside of the porn in her computer’s incognito window and the hentai mangas she stole from the store where Kirara worked. He kissed one of the omegas standing nearby, and the man with the pigtails kissed him back.
She heard the clinking of glasses beside her and realized that Mai had somehow managed to convince the bartender to serve her drinks, she gave him a peace sign with her fingers while smiling, taking the drinks in her small hands. Maki was distracted again, the man had shifted his position, looking only at her through the crowd surrounding them. He batted his eyelashes, inviting her to come closer.
“Hey, Maki.” Yuuta appeared out of nowhere, slinging his arm around her shoulder and speaking directly into her ear over the bar music. His skin was warm to the touch, and his eyes were already glazed over. The man behind the bar raised an eyebrow when he saw him, but quickly looked away. “Mai wants us all to have the first round together or something.”
Maki nodded without hesitation, wrapping her hand around Yuuta’s waist as he shoved one of the drinks into her hands, something light brown swirling inside the glass, mixing with the condensation from the ice. She had completely lost track of time as he held another one in his hands, Yuuta moved even closer to her, his scent lingering under her nose, his lips brushing against the pulse in her neck. “But I want to start with you, alpha.”
There is a silence that lasts a few seconds, and Maki sees everything in slow motion, as if she were watching a movie. The man in front of her stands up and pushes his way through the crowd surrounding him, his steps are quick, and although his pants are too baggy for her to see anything, when he comes to a stop and sits right across from her, his shirt rides up, just a little, and a thin string of a thong is right on one side of his hip, pressing against his soft skin. He shooes away the woman who was lazily drinking there with his hand and stares at Maki so intensely that she thinks he’ll burn a hole through her skull.
“Is that your omega?” He asks, and his voice is as soft and deep as velvet, rolling like a purr. Maki is sure she’s stopped breathing for a moment, that this beautiful man in a tight thong has just stolen all the air from her lungs. He leans closer to her, until she can smell him clearly, it’s rainwater and raspberries, the scent of expensive liquor and overly complicated drinks, mischievous as a fox. “Are you going to drink with someone like that? What a waste.”
Something clicks then.
“Mind your own business.” After a single brave attempt, Maki manages to force the choked-up words out of her throat. Yuuta leans against her side, clutching his glass tightly. The man (an alpha, perhaps) smiles, revealing all his gleaming teeth, his fangs are slightly smaller than average, but just as dangerous as any other. “Leave him alone.”
A purr comes from somewhere in the bar, and the man runs the tip of his finger along the rim of a glass, scooping up the droplets of whatever is there and popping them into his mouth, his tongue wrapping around his finger. “I’m just saying he probably won’t last long.” Yuuta shudders beside her, and Maki knows she has to defend him, she has to say something to the stupidly handsome man, but she can’t. “An alpha should know better, choose better things to play with, if you know what I mean.”
“And could you keep up with me?” Maki takes a step forward and lets her glass rest near the man’s fingers, his golden eyes return to her. Maki looks at the man’s hand, he has thick silver rings on every finger and a thin necklace around his neck. The man smiles, his eyes crinkling, and raspberries bloom, sweet as only an omega would be, musky as only an alpha is. She’s more confused with every second she spends near him. She’s mesmerized.
“Do you want to try me?”
That’s how she ends up in a drinking contest with a beautiful man.
He has an omega man standing next to him, with pigtails on either side of his head and a white sweatshirt studded with cross-shaped studs, an alpha woman behind him, playing with her long blonde hair as she lazily sips from a short, stubby glass. Maki has all her friends behind them, Mai’s drinks have been abandoned due to whatever the man has ordered.
It’s sweet and fruity, with a slight fizz under her tongue, the first one goes down with barely a sigh of discomfort. Panda and Kokichi are the first to drop out of the game, Kokichi says his medication doesn’t mix well with alcohol, and Panda, apparently, was in charge of driving everyone home, both barely made it past the second round.
In the fourth one, Mai almost drops her glass as she sets it on the table, and Inumaki catches it at the last moment. The man laughs softly and whispers something to the woman beside him, they both smile, and the next drink goes down as fast as it comes. Miwa loses it in the fifth round, staggering toward the booth, and the omega with pigtails does the same at that moment, leaning on the man’s shoulder, his lazy eyes wandering between them.
Yuuta leaves in the 6th and Inumaki in the 7th. Maki can barely focus her eyes enough to make out them sitting in the booth, kissing and touching everything within reach. Inumaki is sitting on Yuuta’s lap, grinding against him, his arms wrapped around his neck. She shrugs and takes a sip of her drink, half jealous that she can’t see the omegas any closer, half glad that no one will be able to interrupt them now.
“Looks like you’re on your own, Naoya,” The woman says right next to Naoya as they both drink their ninth shot. Maki feels her brain fogged up and struggles to focus her eyes on the man, he doesn’t look much better, his cheeks flushed and his lips moist as if he’s about to cry. “Good luck.”
Now they’re alone, just the two of them surrounded by alcohol and thick pheromones.
“I guess I didn’t know how to choose, you didn’t last too long, huh?.” Maki leans on the bar, her teasing voice mingling with the clinking of glasses as the bartender lifts them. Naoya rests his hand on the bar, his eyebrows furrowed, trying to order another but failing. His arm drops onto the bar and his eyes well up, his eyeliner has already started to smudge down his face. “I won.”
Maki wants to shove her cock all the way down his throat, fuck his mouth until his eyeliner smudges with tears and snot, cum on his face, replacing his makeup with her seed, and force him to swallow it all until he can’t breathe. Until he’s ruined from his throat to his pussy, ruined by her.
Naoya let out a surprised gasp, wrinkled his nose, and stood up from the stool, staggering just enough to lose his balance and collapse into her lap, his face was so close she could memorize every detail, from his perfect nose to his thick eyelashes, his hair smelled of sweat and raspberry jam. “If you drink that highball, then you’ll have chosen the best of all in this hole.”
“Naoya, you’re going too far.” The omega with pigtails placed his hand on his shoulder and tried in vain to sit him back on his stool. Maki couldn’t let him go, her skin was addicted to the warmth. She couldn’t let him go, she couldn’t bear it. She wrapped her arm around his waist and leaned his full weight against her thigh. The back of his shirt lifted, and the spirals of a tattoo were revealed. “She’s still a pup, give her a break.”
She was becoming addicted to all the surprises Naoya had in store, she wanted to discover them one by one and devour him. His eyes, glazed over from the alcohol, lit up immediately, his lips were inches from her jaw. Everything was hot and boiling, and Maki wanted to swallow him whole until she had no more room, she wanted to fuck him until his hole was completely reshaped. Until he would accept only her.
“She accepted. Are you going to give up now, pup?”
She fumbles for the glass she’d forgotten long ago, and when she finds it, she slides it down her throat without making a single grimace, the vodka burns as it goes down her throat, it’s much stronger than anything Naoya would have bought, but much weaker than the tightness in her abdomen, growing with every passing second. Maki tries to pull him closer, and he tries to escape in the gap between her arms.
He frowns, his lips curled into a pout as he tries to get up from her lap, leaning partly on her and the wooden bar, Maki barely manages to catch him before he stumbles and falls again, his clouded eyes focus on her and he barks, though it lacks the bite of aggression “I’m not going to waste my time here. I know a better place.” She nods, almost mindlessly.
Naoya grabs her wrist tightly and drags her down a narrow corridor of people, her legs wobbling like a deer’s. Her friends or strangers, Maki has no idea now, clap with every step they take, shouting and clinking their glasses to the bar’s music. She searches the crowd for Mai and uses their strange twin telepathy to try to tell her she’ll be okay.
Mai actually understands her because she raises her arm and makes a peace sign from where she’s sprawled in the booth, her head pressed against the wooden table and her eyes semi-closed. Maki almost misses it, mesmerized by Naoya’s big butt and how it barely fits into his jeans.
Naoya is desperate, kissing her fiercely and devouring her mouth, driven by an almost animalistic need, running his hands through her hair, pulling her close until their noses brush and his lips rest on her cheeks, he tastes of something musky, sweet like the alcohol in his drinks, salty from sweat, he tastes of lust, of sugar, of raspberries, and Maki can’t get enough.
Her saliva mixes with his, her tongue is tangled with his. Naoya may be desperate, but Maki is dying. She can’t tear herself away from him, she can’t get enough, her knee slides between his thick thighs, pressing against the empty patch of his jeans, sucking on his teeth, Maki slides her hands up the backs of his legs, cupping his thick ass, her hands on his narrow waist where his abs press against her fingers.
“Naoya, you’re so hot” She gasps against his lips, breathing in his exhalations, swallowing his sweet breath, their noses bumping together. Naoya wraps his arms around her waist, leaning in an awkward position due to the height difference, sucking on the skin of her neck until bruises form. He’s too drunk on alcohol and pheromones to bother responding.
Instead, he pulls away from her and tosses his shirt somewhere in the tiny bathroom stall where he’d ushered them after leaving the bar. The fluorescent lights shine down on his head, bathing his body in flickering light, accentuating every shadow and every curve of his majestic physique. Naoya is in great shape, with muscles in all the places Maki admires, she wants to touch him and drink tequila straight from his navel, worship every inch of his skin, lick his sweat, make him feel like the supernova exploding inside her chest. Maki wants to get closer, but Naoya stops her with the tip of his shoe.
Naoya isn’t wearing a bra, and his breasts spill over his muscular abdomen. Smiling the same way he did at the bar, he cups his breasts with his hands, playing with his puffy nipples. Now she has no doubt about who he is, he isn’t an alpha as she’d thought, but a beautiful, curvy omega who could crush her with the palm of his hand. he lets her tits fall with a wet slap against his skin, heavy and bouncy with well-developed muscles. “Are you enjoying the view, alpha?”
However, Maki could crush him with just her tongue.
He turns around with a sensual sway of his hips and unbuttons his pants with a quick motion, pulling them down with the tips of his thumbs, lower, lower still. Maki feels like an addict in withdrawal, every inch of his tanned skin is heaven, and she can barely resist. Her fingertips itch to touch him, He leans one hand against the bathroom wall, moving his hips in small circles as he slips his feet out of his loose-fitting pants. The red strings of his thong contrast with his tanned skin, and the spirals of his back tattoo keep her mesmerized.
Her mouth fills with thick saliva, her fangs tingling against her lower lip, the black ink is injected into his skin under pressure, swirling in delicate patterns. She thinks it’s a good thing she can’t focus on anything else, because otherwise she would have jumped on him and bent him in two, fucking him like a dog until the inside of his pussy was raw and angry, but she doesn’t, because with every slightest movement, his tattoo moves with him.
They are long wings that stretch across the entire width of his lower back, with delicate, precise strokes, fine lines that twist into hearts and end in stylized spirals, a perfectly executed and a professional piece. Maki leans in and traces with her fingers the creases and dimples the tattoo encircles, she can’t get enough of his body. She continues downward until she’s kneeling between his legs, until she can see the small additional tattoo beneath a pair of curls “Daddy’s boy” written just above the crease of his buttocks.
“Are you a daddy’s boy?” She exhales, pulling the thong’s strings with her fingers, snapping them against the skin of his hips, he makes a muffled sound as the stretch rubs against his clit and the plump lips of his pussy, he is perfect in every part of his body, his lips are pink and swollen with a soft layer of clear slick over them. Naoya snorts, but spreads his legs wider, settling Maki between his thick thighs, one of her hands wraps around her hair, pulling her forward.
“My dad’s a drunk deadbeat,” Maki exhales onto the small piece of fabric covering Naoya’s weeping pussy, letting the hot bathroom air wash over it, and revels in how Naoya’s legs tremble from the stimulation. One of her fingers pushes the thong aside, and she can finally see the omega’s wet hole in all its glory, the slick, bubbling fluid from his slit, his lips completely shaved, not a single imperfection in Maki’s new favorite spot. “But I like being a good boy,”
He grinds his ass against her face until Maki has no choice but to dive between those thick, heavenly folds, his slick tastes just like his own, salty and delicious, soft as velvet and addictive as drugs. Maki had eaten Yuuta’s pussy many times, but not a single one of those times could compare to the perfect pussy wrapped around her tongue, sucking it as if he never wanted to let her go. She presses her tongue against the walls and uses her thumb to rub his swollen clit.
Her tongue presses against the exact spot Yuuta always liked, near his cervix but not quite close enough to put pressure on it, curling her tongue in just the right places inside him, his walls opening eagerly, begging for her to stay inside, Naoya whimpers, pressing the crease of his buttocks against her nose, pushing her head at the same time. Maki, at that moment, is nothing more than the omega’s sex toy, an object to be thrust inside him like a dildo, her tongue laps at the swollen folds and his pussy spills thick slick over her face in response.
“I want your fingers inside me, fuck me with your fingers,” Naoya barks, flexing the muscles of his pussy, forcing her tongue out slowly, a wet glide gracing every movement. He wraps his hands in her hair, moving her mouth back and forth in perfect patterns of motion. Maki had never been ordered to do anything during sex, Yuuta would simply beg for what he wanted. writhing beneath her hands, pliable with his eyes full of tears. Naoya is demanding and a brat, and he rips her face from his folds, forcing her deeper inside. “More, do it harder!”
She’s obsessed.
Maki gasps over his clit, scraping her teeth against the edge of the hood, thick strands of slick holding her fast to Naoya’s plump pussy, just far enough apart for one of her fingers to rub the rim of his hole, he’s wet enough that his pussy opens up and sucks her finger inside. He rides her face immediately afterward, forcing it deeper inside, until she feels she can merge with him.
Naoya rubs her face as deep as he can, arching his back and pushing his ass backward. Maki manages to slide another finger in without difficulty, the velvety walls embrace her like a second skin, tight as a glove, closing and opening around her. Maki pushes one of them with her fingernails, avoiding Naoya’s cervix, massaging the tense muscles with her fingertips. Yuuta had once told her he didn’t like it when her fingers touched his cervix, it was uncomfortable and painful and Maki, above all else, wants Naoya to feel good with her. “Deeper, alpha, fuck me until I feel your fingers in my womb!”
She wants him to never want to leave her. She wants him to be completely and utterly dependent on her. She wants to own him.
In a sudden movement, Maki scratches Naoya’s cervix with her nails into and he screams out in pleasure, tilting his head back, his hole clenching around her fingers, a stream of slick fluid dripping from his widened hole, pushing his hips backward until she has no choice but to suck on the plump lips of his pussy, shoving Naoya’s entire fat clit into her mouth as if it were a real cock. She takes it all in, and then takes a little more, she can’t get enough, she wants everything Naoya can give her.
“Are you desperate, pup?” Naoya is panting, leaning his full weight against the bathroom wall, he pulls her hair and rubs her face all over his pussy, wetting her jaw and the bridge of her nose, she grips his hips with one hand, massaging the tanned skin, running her finger along the edges of the tattoo. Maki leaves the hot skin of his luxurious ass and lowers her hand to her lap, pressing the heel of her palm against her cock, seeking stimulation like a newly introduced alpha. “Are you horny just for eat my cunt?”
“Are you going to pop a knot for me?” Naoya mocks her, but she’s actually ready to do it, her cock pressing hard against her jeans, her knot swelling slowly at the base, threatening to burst through the flimsy seams of her panties, the blood from her heart pumping solely into her throbbing erection, everything running in loops, chasing the sweet scent of raspberry jam, Naoya’s pussy drooling around her fingers, clenching rhythmically around them, the sticky slick flooding her tongue “Are you going to make me cum? Are you going to swallow my squirt?”
“Yes, please, please Nao, cum in my mouth.” She purrs against his pussy lips, watching his greedy hole tighten around her fingers, she’s sure that with how wet he is, she could probably fit another finger in without a problem, maybe even her whole fist, she wants to try it, she wants to stretch every hole in his body and see its limits, to break each one of them until he can only be satisfied by her, until his pussy can only cum with her cock inside and her fingers on his clit.
“Will you be a good alpha for me pup?”
Maki slips in a third finger and Naoya’s hips convulse, rocking back and forth, his thighs trembling around her head, she can barely breathe as her mouth is flooded again and again and again with the omega’s squirt, his pussy spasms around her tongue as he howls, moaning and writhing against the wall when Maki pulls her fingers out of his sloppy hole with a wet “squelch,” her soaked fingers unbuttoning her pants, panting like a dog, the slick and saliva dripping down her chin.
She can’t take it anymore, she just wants to be good and fuck Naoya’s plump pussy to within an inch of his life, drinking in his desperate moans like a thirsty man, Maki needs him wrapped around her cock, moaning her name and screaming for her to go deeper, begging her to fill him with her thick cum, letting her pierce his womb, until she reaches his deepest place, his raw pussy weeping her cum between his legs.
“Please,” She gasps, choking on her breath and the sour aftertaste of the omega’s slick. She takes Naoya’s hips in her hands, gripping the skin tightly, resisting the urge to touch herself. He hums, pressing his chest against the wall, breathing heavily, riding the waves of his orgasm. Maki imagines his face behind his arms, his eyelids fluttering and tears streaming down his eyes, a mirage of Yuuta every time she fucked him. “Please let me fuck you.”
“No.”
Naoya was standing up, slipping through her fingers, he turned around and pushed Maki away from his crotch, shoving her to the bathroom floor, ignoring her throbbing cock between her legs, he didn’t even look at her, while Maki couldn’t take her eyes off him, admiring his strong muscles beneath smooth skin, thick thighs smeared with slick, thick juices running down to his knees, his pecs casting a shadow over his tight abs, he bent down and picked up his shirt, smoothing out the wrinkles in the fabric.
“Why not? I, I just eat you out.” Maki jumped to her feet, because Naoya was already near the bathroom door, slipping his legs into his baggy pants. If he took a couple more steps, he would leave her forever, and she would never again feel the sensation of his plush pussy around his cock, never again see his tear-filled eyes begging for her knot, and most importantly, she would never see him again. She grabbed his wrist tightly and ignored the way he raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you like me? Is that it? Didn’t you enjoy it?”
Naoya had the nerve to taunt her, leaning against the bathroom door, his hair was damp and his skin glistened with sweat. If he stepped out of that bathroom looking like that, everyone would know they’d had sex. Maki took a step forward, her pride would never allow her to admit that she’d let an omega like him slip away without a fight, one who already reeked of the stench of sex and the waves of the sea. “Did you think I’d let some pup whose name I don’t even know fuck my raw pussy just because she made me squirt?”
“How stupid are you?” He was laughing, his arms crossed beneath his tits. Maki’s blood was pounding so hard in her ears she could barely hear him, anger and arousal mixing in her veins until they were one hot, wet thing, begging to be filled right then, forcing her, moving her. Maki wrapped her arms around Naoya, pushing him against the flimsy door of the stall, their noses pressed together, the skin on her face still damp with her slick. “You’re acting like a desperate omega, alpha.”
She wouldn’t let him leave, not if she could help it.
She shoved him hard, until his back made an unpleasant thud as it slammed against the door, and fiddled with the buttons on her pants, sliding them down until they pooled at her ankles, her cock sprang out of her underwear and slapped against her lower stomach. Naoya swallowed loudly, one of his hands ventured downward and wrapped his palm around her shaft, jerking her cock carelessly. His eyes couldn’t look away, shining with excitement, his sweet scent flooding her from head to toe. “I thought you wouldn’t let me fuck you.”
She leaned in until their foreheads touched, swallowing the pleasure building in the pit of her stomach, her thumbs hooked into the waistband of the omega’s pants, pulling them down along with the thin strings of his thong, his swollen, slippery pussy weeping slick onto the floor. Maki slapped Naoya’s wrist, forcing him to pull away with an offended sound, the thick head of her cock rubbing against his throbbing clit, teasing his hole. “Looks like the needy omega is another Nao, you’re so wet down here. Does your cunt want me inside?
He kept his mouth shut, his lips barely brushing her neck, Maki could barely hold back, rubbing the length of her cock along the wet seam of the omega’s pussy, her arms wrapped around his neck, moving her hips back and forth, catching his swollen clit on the head of her cock every few thrusts. “I won’t fuck you until you tell me how much you want my cock inside your slutty cunt.”
“Are you calling me a slut already, pup?” His lips were on her pulse, caressing her skin, his tongue swirling around the beads of sweat. Maki was groping his waist, her fingers pressing into the soft skin, slipping her hands under his shirt and cupping his heavy breasts in her hands, playing with his swollen nipples, rolling the sensitive buds between her fingers. “Aren’t you going to tell me your name first?”
“You’re so mean, Alpha!” Naoya whines like a brat in her ear, grinding his pussy along the length of her cock, pressing his clit against the bulging veins of her shaft and the slightly swollen base of her knot, he gets closer and closer, until the air can’t even pass between their bodies, Maki cups his thick thighs with her palms and he leaps in one fluid motion, his lips grazing her collarbone
“My name is Maki” She whispers in his ear, her lips touching the cold piercings, Naoya squeeze his thighs wrapped around her waist, tilting his neck back, his slightly damp hair clinging to the skin of his forehead, weak curls formed around his neck, blond against tanned skin, sugary raspberries swirling beneath her nose, sweet, airy and fucking needy.
“Maki? It suits you.” His voice is like caramel on her tongue, sweet and addictive. Maki teases his soaked hole, the head of her cock catching on the rim and popping out with a wet “pop,” He rakes his nails across her clothed back, tracing patterns on her blouse, the seam of his pussy rubbing against one of the veins on her cock, a tight, hot back-and-forth between them. “Are you going to fuck me then, Maki-chan?”
There’s a wet slide and Maki has her cock pushed all the way up to the ring of tight muscles at his cervix, his walls clenching around it, Naoya screams, slamming his heels against her lower back, and throwing his head all the way back, it’s wet and hot and overwhelming to have her cock wrapped around a velvet pussy and her mouth assaulted by thick lips.
She thrusts again and again at the same spot inside the omega’s pussy, the sounds of the creaking door drown out the wet slapping of their bodies. Maki is rearranging his insides, pounding the same bundle of spongy nerves inside him, loosening his muscles until they’re soft and pliable, she’s practically fucking the bravado out of Naoya’s body, his pussy weeping slickly around him, letting her in until her cock and his pussy create a wet slide between their bodies.
He starts crying at some point, she can feel his tears on her lips and the artificial taste of makeup on her tongue, black tears running in dark trails from his eyelids, his tongue hanging out of his mouth, Maki had never fucked a bare pussy before, Yuuta had always insisted on using a condom every time they had sex, terrified of getting pregnant or catching an infection or some of the things he saw online, and she selfishly had always wanted to try it.
Still, she always respected his decision, though sometimes, during her pre-rut, she’d insist on doing it, just once, she just wanted to feel his tight pussy wrapped around her and her cum oozing out of his hole right after. Yuuta always refused, but Naoya is exactly how she imagined it would be, his insides feel overwhelming around her, soft and smooth and velvety and perfect in every way possible, carving out a space for her cock deep inside him, letting her ruin him.
“Alpha, alpha, alpha, please fill me with your cum, fuck my pussy raw!” Naoya’s mind must be all over the place right now, repeating the words of her fantasies, his nails scratching the back of her blouse, and his mouth drooling on her shoulder, Maki gasps loudly, pounding his womb until she’s sure it must be bruised, his pussy sucking her cock hard, trying never to let her go, her knot sliding over the edge of his throbbing hole, hooking itself inside. “Please!”
“Do you want my cum, Nao?” She teases him, feeling his pussy tighten rhythmically around her, trying to make her cock go deeper, closer to his womb, Naoya can barely keep his eyes focused, his legs tightly wrapped around her back, his head banging against the bathroom door rhythmically, his swollen lips trembling with stifled sobs. “Are you going to let a puppy knot your cunt?”
Maki punctuates every word with a thrust into the sweet spot inside Naoya’s pussy, dragging the head of her cock against the rubbery walls of his insides. Naoya is scratching her back with his nails, whimpering in her ear, thick slick sliding from his hole until it creates a puddle beneath her feet. Everything feels unbearably wet and steamy, as if the temperature in the bar’s bathroom had shot up 100,000 degrees out of nowhere, their bodies pressed together, throbbing in unison.
“Yes, yes, yes, Alpha, right there!” Naoya’s eyes are clouded over, he’s drooling on her shoulder and babbling in her ear. Nothing makes much sense right now, there’s a voice in the back of her brain telling her to breed the omega, to fill him to the brim with her pups, to make him heavy and thick after taking her cum in the deepest part of his insides. Her knot catches on the edge of his hole, keeping them together, neither of them can get enough. “Please, Alpha, more!”
Maki removes one of Naoya’s arms from her neck, using her leg and half her torso to support his weight, forcing her cock even deeper, until there’s a prominent bulge between his tight abs. She takes his larger hand in hers, intertwining their fingers, his warm palm pressed against the skin of his navel, feeling his body stretch to accommodate her “You’re so big, Alpha”
He’s whimpering in her ear, barely present in his body, his tears soaking the curve of her neck, his golden eyes rolling back in their sockets. Maki pushes her knot deeper and deeper, until she’s sure she’s bruised all the inside of his pussy, softening the tight muscles of his cervix. He lets out a silent cry as the head of her cock kisses his womb, sliding in with a particularly strong thrust, his walls convulsing around her, a stream of clear fluid joins the endless slick of Naoya’s pussy.
“T-Take it all, take my cum, omega!” Naoya screams in his ear, clamping his thighs around her waist, there’s the sound of liquid splashing somewhere, but Maki can barely feel anything besides the pressure of the omega’s pussy around her cock, squeezing and milking every drop of cum inside her knot, pumping it straight into his needy womb, his teeth nibbling the side of her neck. “Get pregnant!”
Both fall silent as streams of cum shoot from her cock, breathing heavily into each other’s ears, Maki gently kisses the side of his jaw, brushing her fingers against his stomach, Naoya’s head hanging limply from his neck, leaning against the bathroom door with his eyes closed, something continues to drip somewhere in the bathroom, and Maki looks down blankly after a few seconds.
Naoya had peed himself on her cock. She forms a perfectly round “O” with her lips as she processes it.
“Naoya, are you okay?” The puddle stops after a few seconds, a pale, watery yellow fluid between their bodies, small drops still dripping from his pussy. Maki runs her finger along the inside of his thigh and watches as Naoya shudders, his legs trying to close involuntarily, he doesn’t even seem aware of what happened, his mind deeply immersed in the aftermath of the orgasm. “Let’s sit down.”
She awkwardly maneuvers his larger body until she manages him to sit against one of the bathroom walls, far from the wet mess by the door and the slick puddle left over from when she ate him a little while ago, He leans against her neck, inhaling deeply the scent of sea breeze and musk. Maki draws wide circles on his lower back, tracing meaningless patterns on his golden skin. “You’re so beautiful, omega.”
He gently pounds her chest, growling in her ear, her knot slips out of his pussy and the semen gushes out like an avalanche between his thighs. Maki rummages through the pocket of her pants, searching for her phone amid the mess. Naoya pulls his head back and looks at her, dried tears of makeup streaking his cheeks and one eyebrow raised. “Can I take a picture of your pussy?”
“You perverted pup! I don’t know why I agreed to have sex with you!”
He whines and whimpers, muttering insults under his breath as Maki spreads his thighs with one hand. Naoya is sitting on the floor with his pussy exposed, her cum dripping from his loose hole just like her fantasy, her fingers spread his folds wide open, letting the camera capture every little detail of his pink and velvety insides. He blushes, but still looks at her with his huge doe eyes. “Again?”
Maki returns to her hometown five days after the party. None of her friends mention what happened during the rest of the trip, and when she goes back to school, she easily ignores Mai’s constant teasing about what happened that night, cutting her off every time she insists on knowing what they did in the bathroom: “Mind your own business, Mai.” She snorts in a huff, whining in her ear, but ultimately she listens to her, and the topic is quickly forgotten after a few days.
Maki goes back to her life, going on dates with Yuuta after school, though each one feels more awkward than the last. She skips Gojo-sensei’s boring classes and ignores the scoldings that follow, smokes weed with Inumaki in his room, and dodges the elephant in the room every time he wants to ask about anything, and she’s almost forgotten about Naoya completely.
Almost.
Because sometimes Naoya will send her a photo of his wet pussy, slipping his fingers into his throbbing hole, parting his plump folds and showing her the velvety interior of his walls, a video of him on all fours fucking himself with a dildo, moaning her name and begging her to come back in a broken voice, photos taken under the library table, a vibrator pressed against his clit, audio messages begging her to fuck him with the squelching of his soaking wet pussy in the background.
She always answers him back, fulfilling all the things he asked for like a bratty heir, they also talk about other things from time to time, Naoya tells her that his father is an alcoholic jerk who owns a chain of traditional gyms in the heart of Tokyo, and Maki tells him that her mother hates her and Mai for ruining her youth. Naoya had fallen silent afterward and admitted in a single message that his father had forced him to pretend to be an alpha for years.
They grow closer after that confession, they talk for most of the day, and Naoya would sometimes call her late at night during school nights and ask to hear her voice, trying to drown out faint sobs beneath weak insults, and she would tease him every time but tell him about her day at school and fall asleep with the phone pressed to her ear, listening to his breathing and the soft mumbling he makes while he sleeps. When she wakes up the next morning, she thinks that she had never done that with Yuuta.
They’re in a gray area right now, not exactly in a relationship, but not just strangers who fuck together once either. During a call, Naoya tells her that Choso (the omega with pigtails who’d been with him at the bar) and the blonde alpha have started dating, and Maki realizes at the same time that she barely finds any pleasure in sleeping with Yuuta lately, that playing at being a couple really isn’t fun anymore. She wants something else he can’t give her, she wants nights filled with his voice and watching half-finished animation projects, smelling the raspberry and rainwater clinging to her clothes at night and soothing silly tantrums. She isn’t ashamed to admit she wants something serious with Naoya.
But she feels something deep and wrong when Yuuta and she are sitting a few feet apart, the two of them trapped in the omega’s room, with the curtains drawn and the lights off, a western animated movie playing on his TV. Yuuta glances at her from time to time, opens his mouth as if he wants to say something, and closes it shortly after. It takes Maki exactly 24 minutes to gather the courage to say something. “I, um, I like someone else, Yuuta.” There’s a deafening silence between them. Yuuta looks at her with wide eyes, something like guilt in them. “I don’t want you to feel used by me.”
“It's too late to regret it,” Says one of the characters on TV, just as a muffled sound escapes from his mouth. Naoya would probably say something clever at that moment, but Maki can only offer her silence.
Yuuta stares at a spot on the blanket beneath them, twirling a loose thread between his fingers, on the TV, the lights sway like ocean waves. Maki looks toward the window and recalls Naoya’s trembling voice from a couple of nights ago, his golden eyes, and the clumsily recorded videos of him applying eyeliner. “Can we still be friends?” That’s what Yuuta finally says, his ears pink and his lips trembling.
“Yes, Yuuta, we don’t need sex to have fun.” He laughs then and finishes the slice of pizza that had started to get cold on his lap. Maki hugs him, and they end up tangled up on Yuuta’s bed watching bad animated movies, laughing out loud at every bad joke. She thinks about how Naoya would have told her how poorly animated it was and how Yuuta doesn’t say anything.
Lately, she’s been thinking about Naoya all the time. In the 35 days since Maki returned from Tokyo, she hasn’t stopped thinking about him even once. She thinks about him before going to school and before going to sleep, and even in the middle of her rut, her first rut on her own since she started at Jujutsu High, she can’t stop. She spent every second of it thinking about Naoya, imagining him in all kinds of sexy outfits, bent over every surface. At the worst moments, she even imagines him with Yuuta, the two of them rubbing against each other and chanting his name, begging her to fuck them.
She cums on the spot.
She sends Naoya photos and videos of herself masturbating every time her mind is clear enough, moaning his name into her phone’s poor-quality speakers, Naoya teases her, sending photos of his slightly damp panties in his college bathrooms and voice messages mocking her throbbing cock: “Horny pup. Are you thinking about me, jerking off like a kid on his first run?”
She whimpers for the next half hour, imagining Naoya teasing her cock, wrapping his lips around the head and doing nothing else, barely stimulating her, forcing her to stay on the edge until he gets bored. “I thought alphas would be tougher than this.” His syrupy voice was dripping into her ears, his pussy dripping all the way down to his balls.
It all ends on day 36. Naoya stops replying to her messages and disappears from his social media.
She feels like she’s going through withdrawal, she sends message after message in her chat with Naoya until his old messages get buried under Maki’s pleas. She calls his phone every night until her calls simply stop ringing. Naoya has vanished from her life in thin air, and she tries to pretend it doesn’t affect her as much as it does.
One Friday, 15 days after Naoya first disappeared, two messages arrive on her phone. She’s in the middle of Gojo-sensei’s class, and the sun is slowly streaming in through the window. Maki thinks about ignoring them, but her instincts scream in her ears, begging her to reply, begging her to look.
“Congratulations, looks like you’re going to be a teenage dad, Maki-chan.”
There’s an ultrasound attached below the messages, it all comes from Naoya’s number.