"Mmmm~"
"Aaah~"
"Medaka-chan, I..." Zenkichi's words melted against her lips as the kiss deepened. All sense of worry, tension, and stress slowly disappearing.
His hand slid from her waist to the small of her back, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them.
Medaka responded without hesitation, fingers threading into his hair as she leaned forward trying to savor even more of him.
'Hehe. Finally...' In her mind and heart, immense happiness and relief took hold that she couldn't understand.
See, in her mind, she didn't deserve Zenkichi. No, that wasn't the right word.
She felt that she had already "lost" the chance in becoming his partner long ago when she proposed to him when they were a child. That Zenkichi didn't love her.
Crazy? Yes. Completely illogical? Yup. But as expected of Medaka Kurokami? Abso-fucking-lutely!
That's right.
Just moments after they became friends, at two years old, she immediately proposed to Zenkichi.
And what was his response? It was an obvious, big fat "No".
Seriously, who accepts a proposal from someone you just met?
Medaka Kurokami was a genius beyond any sort of comprehension. It was to the point that many questioned if she was an alien.
Unfortunately, her genius came with a price.
Ever heard of equivalent exchange? Her extremely high IQ, plus other circumstances, resulted in her being basically an airhead. Most of the time.
As Zenkichi once said, Medaka was so smart that she was an idiot.
The kiss was long and hot. It was simple and passionate at first, just as how a young couple would act when doing intimate actions.
Then, it got intense. It was hot breath and soft lips against another, tongues curling and pillaging each other's mouths.
"Mmhm~"
"Z-Zenkichi... Aah~"
Zenkichi's hands had instinctively acted at that point; one hand pressed firmly on her firm and supple butt, the other gently grasped one of her massive 'mounds' to the point it elicited a sharp gasp as she momentarily drew back from him.
"Ah...Ah... Z-Zenkichi... Ah!" She mumbled out, breathing heavily. She cried out a moan, back arching, as she held onto his arms.
Zenkichi licked his lips, his hands doing God's work as one held onto her back while the other went down and slipped his fingers into her panties.
His fingers quickly worked their magic.
At first, it was only one finger. That was enough to get a sensual moan from Medaka. As he went for a second finger, her arousal spiked as she came.
"Ah...Ah... Why...Why are you so good at this?" Medaka panted, hands clutched onto his arms for comfort. Her massive chest heaving and jiggling as she stared at him.
At that moment, she looked incredibly seductive and hot.
'Huh. Zenkichi grown out his hair. His bangs are covering his eyes,' As an extremely observant person, she quickly noticed the subtle change of his appearance.
Oddly, in her mind, Zenkichi's bangs covering his eyes made her feel even more horny.
[Hypnotic Gaze— Activated!]
—This was a skill that causes Zenkichi's eyes to be hidden, just like a hentai protagonist, and enhance his intelligence, cunning, and charm by several fold. However, using it causes certain women who are aligned with 'Righteous', 'Good', and 'Lawful' women to be wary and suspicious of you.
Medaka Kurokami could be observed to be all those aligned with the side of "Good".
More of a Chaotic Good to be honest.
So it stands to reason that she should be wary and suspicious of him, especially for his recent behavior. With her brilliant detective skills, she would've deduced that he wasn't with his old life but had gone and bang with some women.
But she didn't follow up on that lead. Instead, she went with another theory that had less evidence than the former.
Why?
It was also why the last effect of the skill doesn't entirely work on her.
It was because she liked Zenkichi.
The power of love can do many things.
"I-Instincts really. Sad to say, I had done multiple research about this sort of thing." He replied with a smirk, he raised his soaked fingers and gave it a good lick.
"Hm. Surprisingly sweet," He turned to her and kissed her deeply again for a few moments, lips smashing and tongues twisting, before pulling away.
His eyes hidden, a prominent smirk on his face, as he placed his soaked fingers into Medaka's mouth.
She didn't object.
She obediently opened her mouth and took the fingers, tongue slurping, her eyes half-lidded as she slowly bobbed her head back and forth.
Zenkichi's other hand wasn't being idle either. Piece by piece of her clothing started coming off slowly and steadily, as if it were a work of art.
At that moment, Zenkichi Hitoyoshi looked and acted like a real hentai protagonist.
He grinned, leaning into her ear. "Remember the words I said when we first met?"
Medaka's eyes widened, memories of the past flowed into her mind at that moment.
Back when Hakoniwa Hospital was still operational, the time when numerous researchers, scientists, and doctors were studying her.
To find out what made her "Abnormal".
However, as they say, it's lonely at the peak. She was the genius amongst geniuses.
So she lost all motivation in life and randomly wandered the hospital.
It was then she arrived at an ordinary nursery of the hospital.
There, she met Zenkichi Hitoyoshi.
It was then he changed her life's purpose. By telling her—
"I'm sure you were born to make the people around you happy!"
That was how they first met and became friends.
It was also how Medaka Kurokami considered Zenkichi Hitoyoshi as her only "special" person.
Medaka snapped out of her daze as Zenkichi held her chin.
Their eyes met, one slightly dazed while the other filled with passion.
"Nah. Screw that. It's your decision to whether or not to help people. But first and foremost of all... You deserved to be happy the most than prioritize the needs of others. So tell me, Medaka-chan. How do you want to be happy?"
"I....I..." For the first time in her life, Medaka stuttered. Her eyes darted around, her face flushing red as pursed her lips.
Then, with soft and subdued voice, she said. "I...I want to be with you, Zenkichi. I want you to hold hands, go on dates, cuddle with each other in bed, and make love with each other to satisfy our lust.
Finally, after graduation, you and I locked each others eyes as we stand before a temple in our ceremonial attires and make it official.
We have kids, grow old, watch over our babies' babies as we stare at night sky, our skin now wrinkled and fingers intertwined. As we slowly leaned on each other, closing our eyes, and we welcome our death with embrace."
She glanced at him, her eyes showing the rarest emotion that Zenkichi has ever seen from her.
Shyness.
"C-Could I really... really have that sort of happiness? Do I deserve it?"
'Damn. This is so unfair,' Zenkichi's heart skipped a beat, finding Medaka's current appearance the most beautiful that she ever looked.
For a brief moment, his eyes was shown. He looked surprised and moved.
His Hypnotic Gaze subconsciously turned off.
'My childhood sweetheart can't be this cute!'
Before Medaka noticed it, her clothes had already dropped onto the ground.
Now she laid almost entirely bare, showing her smooth and flawless skin that seemed to glow faintly under the bathroom light. Only the simplest black bra and matching panties remained; practical rather than deliberately seductive, yet on her body they looked almost unfairly devastating.
The bra was a clean, no-frills style, yet the thin fabric strained subtly across the proud swell of her chest. Each slow breath lifted the dark, hardened peaks clearly visible through the material, tenting it with quiet insistence. Below the underwire, her toned abdomen stretched in a perfect, sculpted plane, every shallow ridge of muscle defined without an ounce of excess, leading the eye inexorably downward to the sharp V-line that disappeared beneath the waistband.
Her panties sat high on her hips, the black cotton-and-lace blend hugging the generous curve of her pelvis like a second skin; it was almost entirely damp, showcasing how much she loved the foreplay he had done with his fingers as well as the rush of having confessed her feelings.
Zenkichi's thumb brushed her lower lip, still holding her chin, and Medaka did not flinch.
At that moment, the towel wrapped around his waist came undone.
"Oh. It's grown bigger than I last remember." Medaka muttered, calmly looking down with a curious gleam in her eyes.
She tilted her head, unhurried, taking in the thick length now standing rigid between them. The sudden cool air made it twitch once, visibly, and a single bead of pre-cum welled at the flushed tip before slowly sliding down the underside.
"... Really big. Did you eat something? Did you take viagra before this?"
Zenkichi wryly smiled, lips twitching. "I can assure you, I didn't eat anything suspicious or take any supplements. Also, last I recall, the last time you saw me naked was whenever we take a bath together when we were kids."
"It's been years now, so, yeah. I've obviously grown bigger than the last time you've seen my dick."
"Hmm."
Medaka furrowed her brows and went on her knees, closely examining him with the same intense, analytical stare she usually reserved for detective or inspecting activities.
Up close the scent of him hit her. His clean skin, faint soap, and the darker, unmistakably aroused musk that made something low in her belly clench.
She extended one finger, slow, deliberate, and caught it on the pad before it could fall.
She brought the glistening drop to her lips, tasting it with the tip of her tongue.
Salty. Slightly bitter. Warm.
Zenkichi sucked in a sharp breath above her. His hands flexed at his sides like he was fighting the urge to thread them into her hair.
"Medaka-chan..."
"I know."
She smiled at him and grasped his third leg properly this time.
Her fingers wrapped around the base with an effortless grip, feeling it hot and pulsing against her palm. It was unlike anything she ever held before. Her breathing quickened as she intently stared at it, precum dripping.
Wordlessly, she started stroking.
Her grip was firm but never punishing, thumb pressed flat along the thick underside where the main vein throbbed hardest. Each upward pass dragged fresh precum down the shaft, turning her fingers glossy and making the glide smoother, slicker, until the wet sounds were impossible to ignore in the quiet room.
Zenkichi's breath punched out of him in short, ragged bursts.
"Medaka-chan..."
She didn't answer with words.
Instead she sped up, just a fraction, twisting her wrist lightly at the crown the way she'd once seen in a medical diagram she'd studied far too long ago "for educational purposes."
Her own breathing had turned shallow, uneven.
The black lace of her bra rose and fell faster now; the damp patch at the center of her panties had spread noticeably, the thin cotton clinging transparently to her swollen folds. She could feel her own pulse beating between her legs in time with the heavy throb in her hand.
"Medaka-chan!" Zenkichi couldn't hold it in anymore and grabbed the sides of her head.
"Mm?!" Medaka was surprised but quickly cooperated.
Her mouth opened wider, instinctive and eager. Zenkichi guided her forward with both hands cradling the sides of her face, thumbs brushing the sharp line of her cheekbones.
He didn't shove. He didn't need to.
Medaka met him halfway, lips parting fully around the swollen head before sliding down in one smooth, practiced glide.
The wet heat of her mouth enveloped him instantly, velvet tongue pressing flat along the underside, cheeks hollowing as she sucked.
"Mmm~ Hmm~"
A soft, muffled hum vibrated straight through his shaft when the tip nudged the back of her throat.
"Fuuuck..."
Zenkichi's fingers flexed against her scalp, not pulling her hair but holding her steady as his hips rocked forward once, testing.
Then again. Deeper.
Medaka's eyes fluttered half-closed, dark lashes fanning against flushed skin. She didn't resist the rhythm he set.
Instead she relaxed her throat completely, letting him sink in until her nose brushed the coarse hair at his base and her lips stretched tight around the thickest part of him.
A low, wet gluck sounded when he held himself there for a heartbeat, buried to the hilt, then slowly drew back.
The string of saliva that connected her lower lip to his glistening cock snapped when he pulled almost all the way out.
Medaka chased it immediately, tongue flicking out to lap at the underside before he could thrust again.
"Fuck!" Zenkichi's voice cracked. "Y-You're, damn. Too good at this."
"Hmhm~(You haven't seen nothing yet~)"
She answered with action instead of actual words.
On the next forward slide she swallowed around him deliberately, throat muscles rippling in tight, rhythmic pulses that milked him from root to tip.
Zenkichi's knees buckled; he had to widen his stance to stay upright. His grip on her head tightened just enough to feel her silky hair slip between his fingers.
*Guk!* *Guk!* *Guk!* *Guck!*
Medaka's hands came up then; one wrapping around the base to stroke what her mouth couldn't reach in this deeper angle, the other sliding between his thighs to cup and gently tug at his balls.
"Ah, shit. That feels... w-way too fucking good." Zenkichi muttered.
She rolled them in her palm, feeling how impossibly full and tight they'd become, how they drew up harder with every pass of her tongue.
Her own arousal was impossible to ignore now.
The black panties were soaked through, dark fabric translucent where it clung to her mound, outlining every swollen fold and the stiff little peak of her clit pressing against the cotton. Each time she bobbed her head a fresh trickle of wetness slid down her inner thigh.
Her hips rocked subtly against nothing, seeking friction she wasn't quite ready to give herself yet.
Zenkichi noticed.
Of course he did.
One hand left her hair to slide down her neck, over her collarbone, then lower: cupping one lace-covered breast and thumbing the hard nipple through the thin material until Medaka moaned around his cock.
"Ahh~ Mm~"
The vibration made his hips snap forward harder than he meant to.
She took it without flinching, eyes watering slightly at the corners but never breaking contact with his.
If anything, the slight sting only made her suck harder, tongue swirling relentlessly around the sensitive head every time he withdrew.
"M-Medaka, shit, I-I'm not gonna last—!" His voice was wrecked, breaths coming in harsh pants. "You have to, hm, tell me if you don't want—"
"I want it, ah," she rasped, voice thicker than usual, raw from use. "All of it. In my mouth. Now!"
Then she plunged back down. Her throat taking him fast, deep, no mercy; taking him to the root and swallowing hard around him in quick, insistent pulses.
Zenkichi happily jerked forward.
He let out a deep breathe as he came. Hot, thick spurts flooding her throat.
Medaka didn't pull away.
She kept sucking, kept swallowing, throat working around every pulse till she drained him dry.
If Zenkichi was any ordinary man, that is.
"This is..." Medaka widened her eyes, a thin strand of cum and saliva stretched between her swollen lower lip and his slightly "softened" cock resting on her face.
It was still hard and ready to shoot some more.
Medaka licked her lips once, slow and deliberate, eyes locked onto his as she smiled.
Something in Zenkichi snapped.
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AN: Sorry for the late chapter. Internet went out, then the electricity as well. It took three days for the electrical company to get it back up. During that whole ordeal, I decided to just binge on some stuff instead of writing.
Gotta get on groove y'know. Well, see ya later!
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