"I'm on vacation on an island right now. I'll head back at the beginning of next month and come see you then."
Akira Fujimiya spoke calmly, his tone steady as he leaned against the railing of the yacht. The ocean stretched endlessly before him, sunlight reflecting off the waves like scattered fragments of glass.
There was a brief pause on the other end of the call.
"...I miss you."
Saori Shimizu's voice was soft unusually soft even with him, her tone hesitant, as though she had weighed those words carefully before saying them.
Akira closed his eyes for a moment, the sea breeze brushing against his face. He can already imagine what kind of expression she is making.
"I know," he replied gently. "When I get back, I'll make it up to you. We'll go shopping together, and then I'll take you out to dinner."
"...."
There was another pause, longer this time.
"I bought a lot of new clothes."
Her voice carried a hint of nervous anticipation.
Akira chuckle unconscious, as he inwardly commented—now this is the Saori he know!
"Then wait until I'm back," he said, warmth creeping into his tone. "Let me take a good look at them."
He could almost picture her expression on the other end of the line.
The two exchanged a few more casual words—about trivial things, about daily life—before Akira finally hung up the phone.
The moment the call ended, a cold voice sounded behind him.
"There's a helicopter on this island, isn't there? You could rush back in half a day and see her new clothes."
Akira stiffened slightly, then turned around.
Standing a short distance behind him was Yukinoshita Yukino.
She was dressed in casual clothes, her long black hair swaying lightly in the sea breeze, her expression calm—but her eyes were unmistakably cold.
"Yukino, when did you get here?" Akira asked.
"I've been here since you answered the phone," she replied flatly.
Akira coughed lightly.
"Yukino-chan, eavesdropping on someone's phone call is really crossing a line."
Her gaze sharpened at his words.
"That was Shimizu Saori, wasn't it?" she said. "When exactly did the two of you become… connected?" Her voice cold.
Akira's expression turned awkward.
"Yukino, I swear, it wasn't me who started it," he said quickly. "She took the initiative, and I really couldn't refuse, so—"
Before he could finish, Yukino stepped forward and stepped firmly on his shoe. He can literally feel how angry she is from how much his leg is hurting.
Akira let out an exaggerated gasp and clutched his chest as if he were in unbearable pain.
Yukino knew immediately that he was acting.
She snorted softly, withdrew her foot, and turned her head away.
"Yukino," Akira said seriously, taking her hand, "thank you for your forgiveness."
"I haven't forgiven you," Yukino replied coldly. "I just think that getting angry at you is a waste of time. There are so many girls around you, and you don't even care whether I miss you or not...."
She turned her face away, her voice growing quieter toward the end.
Akira pulled her into his arms without hesitation.
"...Yukino," he said softly, "you know I care about you. But you keep saying I don't—it's unfair you know."
She stiffened slightly at his word.
"If you want me to stay with you, just say it," he continued, smiling faintly. "My adorable fiancée."
Holding her firmly.
Her face flushed instantly.
"Let go of me. I still have work to do," Yukino said, refusing to meet his gaze.
"Work?" Akira tilted his head. "Today, your job is to accompany me."
"You're the worst," she muttered.
....
After 5 minutes—
Akira drove the yacht toward a nearby island.
It was not a particularly large island, but it was well isolated. The surrounding waters were clear, and the shoreline curved gently, framed by lush greenery.
They weren't here to swim.
They were here to spend an entire day together.
Akira had said this was compensation.
Yukinoshita Yukino was knowledgeable about wilderness survival—she had read countless books, memorized procedures, and analyzed theoretical scenarios—but she had never truly had the chance to put any of it into practice.
Now, standing on the deck and looking at the fully stocked yacht, she felt a strange contradiction.
"This doesn't feel like survival at all," she murmured.
"It's experiential learning," Akira replied confidently.
As soon as they arrived, Akira secured the yacht carefully.
The island is not very large and is one of the assets of the Nanajo family—There are no large wild animals on the island, only some small animals, like rabbits, wild goats.
Yukino nodded, committing the information to memory.
"First, we need to ensure access to water and food," Akira said seriously.
"This isn't—"
"What a coincidence," Akira interrupted dramatically, pointing behind him. "There's a wild yacht here, fully stocked with supplies."
"...."
Yukino stared at him in silence, her gaze strange.
"Next," Akira continued, completely unfazed, "I'll build us a place to stay. You can fish here and make sure we have enough food."
He handed her a fishing rod and picked up the tools.
The tools were surprisingly good. With the surrounding forest, Akira could easily obtain enough materials.
Yukino watched him disappear into the woods, then turned her attention to the shoreline.
She found a suitable spot, cast her line, and began fishing.
.....
In the forest,
Akira started chopping trees.
There were plenty of them, and he chose carefully, ensuring minimal waste. With his physical strength, it took him only a few minutes to cut down the tree.
Before noon arrived, he had already collected enough wood.
He began constructing a small cabin.
Yukino occasionally glanced in his direction while fishing.
Seeing Akira working steadily, sweat glistening faintly on his skin, she found herself smiling unconsciously.
With him around, she felt an undeniable sense of sweetness.
But that doesn't mean she had forgive him.
He would have to work hard to earn her forgiveness!
.....
By lunchtime, they had grilled several fish over a small fire.
"There's actually signal here," Yukino said suddenly as she checked the time on her phone, surprise evident in her voice.
"Yukino, you must be hungry enough to imagine things," Akira replied lazily. "How could there possibly be—"
Ring! Ring! Ring!
His phone rang.
Akira paused, looked at the caller ID, and answered.
"What? She wants my autograph? And she wants to discuss the sequel?" he said calmly. "Tell her the sequel will be similar to the previous work—Both are heartwarming."
He paused briefly.
"Yes, Miss Kazami Nana… no, Nana-san. When I get back, let's talk properly. I'll personally draw an art for you."
He smiled slightly, as he speak.
Not noticing Yukino staring at him!
"Of course. When I return, I'll bring my fiancée to visit."
After a few more words, he hung up.
Yukino stared at him.
"Who is this 'Nana-san'?" she asked, calmly....
"She's a top-class young chef," Akira explained. "You can also called her Erina Nakiri's rival. I invited her to participate in a food competition and gave her half the shares of a restaurant. The other half is mine."
"I want to invest too," Yukino said immediately.
"Well," Akira shrugged, "Hiratsuka-sensei and I already split half."
"…Hiratsuka-sensei?" Yukino narrowed her eyes.
"Yukino, don't misunderstand," Akira said quickly. "I just want Hiratsuka-sensei to not have to work after we graduate."
"You really think, If I don't know what you're doing." Yukino said, calmly as ever.
"...."
....
By afternoon, the cabin was complete.
It wasn't large—just big enough for two people to lie down comfortably—but it was sturdy and well built.
Akira handed the task of decorating the interior to Yukino.
She didn't refuse.
She returned to the yacht, brought blankets and supplies, and arranged them carefully.
Meanwhile, Akira made a harpoon from the woods and small knife, before he dove into the sea.
The underwater resources were abundant—fish, shellfish, he can even see sharks in the distance.
When he noticed a shark swimming nearby, he casually waved at it.
The shark ignored him completely.
After gathering enough food, Akira returned to shore.
....
Inside the cabin,
Yukino had laid out the blankets neatly, using cardboard for insulation.
Her hands-on skills were impressive.
"As expected of you, Yukino-chan," Akira praised.
"It would be better if we had more wooden boards," she said thoughtfully.
Akira closed the cabin door.
Yukino looked up.
When she saw the smile on his face, her cheeks flushed instantly.
Akira pulled her into his arms.
"It's not even night yet," she protested softly.
"Why wait until night?" he replied.
"You… can't we just talk properly?" Yukino turned her head away.
"Yukino," Akira said quietly, "there are only two of us here. We both know what we're thinking."
"I didn't think about that."
"Fine," he chuckled. "I'm the bad one since all I can think about is bullying my Yukino-chan."
"Idiot."
Akira's chuckle, leaned down, capturing her lips in a gentle kiss—soft and unhurried, his mouth brushing hers like a feather's touch.
Yukino's breath hitched, her lips parting slightly—unsurpised.
Instead, her fingers curled into his shirt, holding on as he kissed her again, deeper this time, savoring the plush warmth of her inside.
Each press was tender, his upper lip grazing hers, then the lower, drawing out a faint sigh that vibrated between them.
"Yukino," he murmured against her skin, "I love this about you—how you pretend to fight it, but melt right away at the slight touch."
She huffed softly, turning her head just enough to break the contact, cheeks blooming pink. "Don't say foolish things..."
But Akira persisted, turning her face back with a gentle finger under her chin, sealing their lips once more.
"Mhmm!"
The kiss lingered—his tongue tracing the outline of her lips before slipping inside.
Yukino responded without hesitation, her tongue meeting his in a shy slide.
Slurp! Kiss! Slurp!
Their tongues tangling with wet, soft laps, his curling around hers in slow circles that made her eyelids flutter—Saliva mingled, subtle smacks filling the air as he sucked lightly on her tongue, eliciting a muffled sound from her throat.
Her hands slid up to his neck, pulling him closer despite herself, the kiss deepening into fervent swirls—his probing the roof of her mouth, hers flicking back in retaliation, breaths coming in warm pants.
He broke away briefly, only to trail kisses along her jaw, whispering hotly into her ear,
"You know how much I love you—I love how much of a tsundere you are...,"
His lips found her earlobe, sucking gently, then moved to her neck, nipping the sensitive skin there. Yukino shivered, a soft gasp escaping,
"Akira... stop whispering such embarrassments."
But her body arched toward him, betraying her words.
He showered her with more kisses—down her collarbone, across her shoulder—each one light and reverent, his hands roaming her sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts through her blouse.
"And your reaction," he continued, voice husky, "how you try to hold back but still do everything I say..."
She moaned quietly, "Idiot... you're making it worse."
Akira guided her backward toward the bed, their lips reconnecting in another kiss—tongues dueling more urgently now, slick sounds growing louder with each plunge.
He just love her taste, the faint sweetness of her lip balm mixing with her natural flavor, her moans vibrating into his mouth as she surrendered to the rhythm. Drool trailed from the corner of her lips when they parted for air, her eyes hazy with desire.
"I love you," he whispered again, peppering her cheeks, forehead, and nose with soft kisses, "every sharp word, every blush."
Yukino's resistance crumbled further, her arms wrapping around him fully, pulling him down onto the mattress with her.
With Yukino beneath him, Akira's hands worked diligently at her clothes, unbuttoning her blouse to reveal the pale expanse of her skin and the simple lace of her bra.
She squirmed, muttering, "... we should have talk first,"
But her hips shifted restlessly, inviting more. He slid her skirt and panties down her legs in one smooth motion, exposing her completely—her heat neat and pink, folds already slick with arousal, a faint sheen catching the cabin's soft light.
Yukino crossed her arms over her chest, cheeks aflame. "Don't look so intently... it's embarrassing."
Akira knelt between her thighs, parting them gently, his breath ghosting over her core and making her twitch. "You're beautiful," he said, eyes locked on hers, "and I love how you open up for me like this."
Lick! Lick!
He started with teasing licks—tongue drags along her outer folds, tasting the salty-sweet essence that beaded there.
"Ahh!"
Yukino's breath caught, a sharp slipping out as her thighs tensed around his head. His hands stroked her inner thighs, thumbs circling higher to spread her lips wider, exposing her clit fully.
"I love how sensitive you are," he whispered, lips brushing her skin, "how every touch makes you react just for me."
His tongue flicked her clit lightly—once, twice—eliciting a whimper, her hips bucking involuntarily.
She bit her lip, trying to stifle it, "Nngh... Akira, that's..."
Schlick! Schlick!
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!
Akira's tongue plunged into her entrance, thrusting in shallow, wet pumps that mimicked penetration, the schlick-schlick of her juices coating his mouth audible in the quiet room.
Yukino's moans grew—soft at first, then louder as he lapped broader, tongue curling inside to stroke her inner walls.
He hummed against her, vibrations buzzing through her core, making her arch off the bed.
"Your taste... I love it, Yukino—so addictive,"
She gripped his hair, tsundere facade fracturing, "Don't... say that...ohhh!"
His free hand joined the race, a finger sliding alongside his tongue, curling to hit that spongy spot within her, while his mouth sealed over her clit, sucking with rhythmic pulls.
Schlick! Schlick!
Suck! Slurp! Suck!
Yukino's body reacted vividly to his attention—thighs quaking, pussy clenching around his digit, juices flowing freely to drip down his chin.
"Akira... it's too much... please," she gasped, but her hips ground against his face, squishy his head in between her soft thigh.
He added a second finger, gently stretch her, tongue never ceasing its assault—lapping her folds, probing deep, then returning to suck her clit hard enough to draw a cry—
"Aah! Yes... there!"
Sweat beaded on her body, her small breasts heaving with each pant, nipples stiff peaks begging for attention.
Akira whispered didn't stop, "I love your moans"
His tongue delved deeper, fucking her with firm thrusts, the obscene squelches mixing with her escalating cries
"Ha... oh god... don't stop!"
Her walls fluttered wildly, arousal scent thick in the air, mingling with his own musk. Yukino's restraint vanished in waves of sensation; she thrashed, "I'm... close... idiot, make me...!"
Climax crashed over her—pussy spasming in rhythmic contractions, as her hot fluids gushing into his mouth as she squirted, body convulsing with shudders that rippled through her frame.
He drank it all, swallowing greedily with throaty groans, tongue lapping every drop from her pulsing entrance.
"Delicious," he murmured, looking up with lips glistening, eyes dark with hunger. "You taste so good, Yukino—sweet and mine."
Yukino cheeks turning crimson red from embarrassment but she didn't say anything.
.....
Akira stripped quickly, his cock throbbing free—thick and veined, tip slick with pre-cum.
Yukino's eyes darted down, flushing deeper, but she reached for him, stroking tentatively. "It's... always so insistent," she muttered, her bite softened by desire.
He positioned over her in missionary, rubbing his length along her soaked slit, teasing her clit with the head.
"Ready?" he asked, voice tender.
She nodded, whispering, "Yes... but be gentle.."
Schlicckk~~!
He pushed in slowly, her pussy stretching around him with a wet glide, walls hugging every inch like a vice.
Akira groaned, bottoming out with a shared gasp.
Her legs wrapped his waist, as he began thrusting—slow, deep rolls that dragged along her sensitive spots, eliciting moans from her lips.
The bed creaked rhythmically, as he began his movement.
Yukino moaned, "Akira... it fills me so much," her nails raking his back, body arching to meet him.
He captured her mouth in a kiss, tongues tangling amid grunts, his hips snapping faster—each plunge hitting her cervix with a thud, her juices squirting lightly around his base.
Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!
His thrusts turning forceful, balls slapping her ass with lewd smacks, her small breasts jiggling slightly.
Yukino's moans escalated—heavy, breathy, "Haaa!... yess!.. harder!"
Plap! Plap! Plap!
Her shell shattered in ecstasy. Sweat slicked their bodies, the air thick with her arousal scent and their mingled pants. He pinned her hands above her head, pounding relentlessly, the wet schlicks growing louder.
"I love how you take me... so perfectly."
After sometime, her climax neared,pussy spasmed wildly, thighs quaking as she cried, "Akira! I'm cumming... ohhh!"
Waves crashed through her, inner muscles contracting in pulses that squeezed him tight.
He didn't stop, thrusting through her orgasm, Yukino's heavy moans filled the room,
"Aah! Ohhh! Haa! Ahhh!"
Her body shuddering in aftershocks as he chased his release, hips blurring, until he buried deep, cum erupting in thick jets, flooding her depths.
...
Still hard within her, Akira flipped Yukino onto her stomach gently, pulling her hips up into doggy position. She glanced back, hair tousled, eyes narrowed in feigned protest.
"This position... it's undignified," she huffed, but still pushed her ass back invitingly, pussy dripping their mixed fluids.
Akira stroked her cheeks, spanking lightly—the firm flesh rippling under his palm, drawing a yelp—
"Ahh! You... brute."
He aligned his cock, sliding in with a single thrust, the new depth making her gasp, "Nngh... so full."
"Inside you like this... even tighter, Yukino—your walls gripping like they won't let go," Akira growled, hands on her hips as he began pounding—deep, forceful drives that made her ass jiggle with each impact.
Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!
Wet sound echoed loudly, balls smacking her clit rhythmically, her moans turning heavy and desperate—
"Ha... yes... deeper!"
She rocked back, meeting his thrusts, breasts swaying beneath her, nipples grazing the sheets. Sweat trickled down her spine, pooling at their join, the obscene squelches of her soaked pussy amplifying with every plunge.
He leaned over her, chest to her back, one hand reaching around to pinch her clit, the other tugging her hair lightly to arch her neck for a messy kiss.
Yukino's responses were raw—hips slamming, her ass cheeks reddening from slaps, juices squirting with each withdrawal.
"Your pussy's spasming already... clenching so hard, begging for more."
She trembled, "Don't... stop... I need it... aah!"
Orgasm hit her like a storm—body convulsing, walls fluttering in waves that milked him, toes curling as she wailed, heavy moans shaking her frame.
Akira kept fucking through it, unrelenting—Her heavy moans continued, 'as he spanked her ass, the sting heightening her spasms, until release overtook him—deep burial, cum pumping in hot ropes, overflowing to drip down her thighs.
He collapsed over her, rolling them to the side he member popping out of her, his milk slipping put of her cave, whispering, "I love you, Yukino—every part."
She nestled back, murmuring, "Idiot... me too," vulnerability shining through as she started feeling an empty feeling.
...
The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in oranges and red as Akira and Yukino emerged from the cabin, bodies sated and limbs heavy with contentment.
Yukino had tidied herself quickly cleaning herself, efficiency masking the lingering flush on her cheeks, while Akira built a small campfire just outside, the flames crackling to life with dry twigs and the faint pop of sap.
She sat beside him on a log, the blankets from earlier spread beneath them for comfort, her head leaning subtly against his shoulder—a rare open affection.
The sea breeze carried the scent of salt.
Yukino's long hair danced in the firelight, her face illuminated softly.
Akira found himself staring at her.
She noticed and took his hand.
"When you look at me like that," she said, "are you thinking you're lucky to have such a beautiful girlfriend?"
"I was wondering," Akira replied, "whether I like you only because you're beautiful."
"Isn't it?" Yukinoshita Yukino rolled her eyes at Akira.
"Yes and no," he said quietly.
The fire crackled.
And the island, for that brief moment, belonged only to them.
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