Akira didn't follow Saori.
He went to the bathroom and splashed water onto his face, trying to steady his heartbeat.
He needed to calm down.
Right now—Saori Shimizu's whispered words still echoed in his head.
As a result, when he was about to wash my face again, He saw Shimizu Saori in the mirror.
He first ignore it, thinking his mind was playing trick with because of her words —but then he forze!
Akira Fujimiya slowly turned around and saw the imagination—No—the real Shimizu Saori standing right next to him.
Inside Man's washroom!!
She walked toward Akira step by step.
"Ms. Shimizu, this is the men's restroom…"
"I know. I'm here to find you," Shimizu Saori said as she came closer to Akira, in her usual tone.
She hugged Akira tightly and took a deep breath as if remembering his scent.
"…"
Akira flinched as he stared at her, hugging him.
He was certain of one thing—
Shimizu Saori was dangerous.
When—
Click!
The restroom door opened with a click.
When Akira heard the sound, he quickly opened the nearest stall door and pulled Shimizu Saori inside with him.
Shimizu Saori didn't resist, she didn't even make any sound, just hugged him even tighter.
After Akira closed and locked the stall door, he looked down.
At Shimizu Saori, Her face was flushed red.
Akira froze for a moment, stunned.
She walked toward Akira step by step.
—"Ms. Shimizu, this is the men's restroom…"—
—"I know. I'm here to find you,"— Shimizu Saori said as she came closer to Akira, in her usual tone.
She hugged Akira tightly and took a deep breath as if remembering his scent.
"…"
Akira flinched as he stared at her, hugging him.
As he felt her hand slide down his abdomen and cup his crotch through his pants, fingers pressing firmly against the soft bulge of his cock, "Miss—"
Before he could complete his sentence, she placed her finger on his lips, silencing him with a cool touch that contrasted the heat building in the cramped space.
Her sharp black eyes, usually so cold and piercing, softened with a flicker of affection just for him as she sank to her knees between his legs in one fluid motion.
The tile floor was hard and unforgiving beneath her, but she didn't hesitate, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders like a dark veil, framing her flushed face as she gazed up at him.
Her hands moved with deliberate precision, fingers tugging at his belt buckle, unfastening it with a soft clink that echoed in the stall.
ZIPPP!
She pulled the zipper down slowly, the metallic rasp loud in the confined air, exposing the front of his boxers.
Saori hooked her fingers into the waistband and yanked them down just enough to free his soft cock, which flopped out heavily into the cooler air of the restroom.
It hung limp between his thighs, the shaft thick even in its relaxed state, with veins faintly visible along its length, the foreskin partially covering the rounded head.
Akira just stayed silent, too stunned to move, his body rigid against the stall wall. He didn't think she would just do that—drop to her knees in a public restroom, no preamble, no explanation.
His mind raced, questions piling up: Why now? Why here? Was this some trap, a way to manipulate him further? Or was it the affection he glimpsed in her eyes, a rare crack in her icy facade?
Suck!
"Mhm~" Shimizu had already started sucking his tip, her full lips wrapping around the soft head of his cock as she drew it into her warm mouth.
Her tongue pressed flat against the underside, causing blood to rush, and within seconds, his member began to swell, thickening against her palate, the head pushing past her lips as it hardened.
The sensation was immediate and intense—her mouth hot and wet, saliva coating the sensitive skin as she suckled gently, pulling more length inside.
"Miss Shimizu, can I ask why you are doing it?" He asked, trying to be calm even in this situation.
Fun fact: he wasn't.
His voice came out strained, breath hitching as her mouth worked him over.
Shimizu looked at him, his member throbbing inside her mouth, pulsing against her tongue.
He didn't know why, but he felt like she was smiling—her sharp eyes crinkling at the corners with that hidden warmth reserved for him, even as her cold expression held.
"Mmm! Mhmm! Mm!"
She started bobbing her head then, slow at first, her lips sliding down the shaft inch by inch until half his now-erect cock filled her mouth.
Schlick! Schlick!
Her cheeks hollowed slightly with each pull back, creating suction that made wet, slurping sounds echo softly in the stall—as her saliva dripped down the length, lubricating the length.
She tilted her head side to side, her long black hair swaying with the motion, brushing against his thighs like silk threads.
She went deep again, taking more, her tongue swirling in tight circles around the underside, tracing it, flicking teasingly at the frenulum. The movement quickened, her head moving in a steady rhythm— down until her nose nearly touched his pubic bone, lips stretched wide around his girth, then up till the tip, before plunging down.
"Mmmmm~!"
Gluck-Gluck!
Moans vibrated from her throat—low, humming, that buzzed along his length, interspersed with the obscene sound of her throat relaxing to accommodate him. Her hands gripped his thighs for balance, nails digging in lightly through his pants, as she twisted her head on the upstroke, adding friction that made his knees buckle slightly.
Akira gasped as he felt her warm tongue licking his tip when she pulled back briefly, the flat of it lapping broad strokes over the slit, tasting the bead of pre-cum that had formed.
Slurp! Slurp! Suck!
Gluck! Gluck! Gluck!
She continued the blowjob without pause, her eyes still locked on his, unblinking and intense, the affection in them making his cock throb harder inside her mouth, veins pulsing against her inner cheeks.
His member was already hard as a rock, standing rigid and flushed, the head swollen and red from her attentions.
She pulled back till only his tip was inside her mouth, her lips pursed around it like a seal, sucking lightly as she released.
His dick was shining with her saliva, the entire shaft coated in a thin layer of spit that dripped in slow rivulets down to his balls, making them glisten under the dim light. Strands of it stretched from her lower lip to the tip, breaking only when she exhaled, the wetness catching the faint illumination and sparkling lewdly. The cool air hit the exposed skin, contrasting the heat of her mouth, sending a shiver up his spine.
She placed her cold hand on his warm and wet member, the chill of her palm against the slick, heated flesh making Akira shiver from the sensation, his cock twitching in her grip.
Her fingers wrapped around the base, squeezing gently before she started moving her hand up and down his length, the motion firm and twisting, pumping from the length to tip with a wet sound.
As her hand worked, her tongue continued to play with his tip, running around the head in lazy circles, dipping into the slit to lap at the pre-cum oozing out. She flattened it against the underside, stroking back and forth while her hand accelerated, stroking faster, the friction building heat despite the saliva's slipperiness.
SUCK—!
Then she started sucking the tip hard, her cheeks hollowing deeply, creating a vacuum that pulled at his sensitive nerves—her tongue licking the pre-cum that came out of his tip, swirling it around as she savored the salty taste, swallowing it down with a soft gulp. The pre-cum flowed steadily now, mixing with her spit to form a frothy sheen at the head, her lips smacking wetly each time she bobbed just on the tip.
GLUCK!
Before he could process the overload, she removed her hand, gripping his hips instead, and plunged his dick deep inside her throat in one swift motion.
Gluck! Gluck! Gluck!
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!
Akira's breath hitched—as she started moving her head up and down, her hands falling to her sides, not using anything to support herself as she continued the blowjob.
Her throat constricted around him, muscles rippling in waves that milked his shaft from base to tip.
She took him fully, nose burying in his pubic hair, as she sniff his scents, lips kissing the root as her throat bulged visibly, the outline of his cock pressing against the inner skin of her neck—a thick, throbbing ridge that moved with each thrust.
Up she went, throat relaxing to let him slide out halfway, then down again, faster now, her head pistoning in a relentless rhythm.
Glurk-Glurk-Glurk!
The sounds wet and guttural, saliva bubbling at the corners of her mouth and dripping onto her chin. As tears welled in her black eyes from the strain, spilling over in thin trails down her flushed cheeks.
Her cheeks got redder, puffed from the effort, as she swallowed around him, the bulge in her throat distorting with every deep plunge—the head of his cock visibly pressing outward, a clear imprint of its girth sliding in and out her inside slender neck.
She didn't stop, didn't falter, her cold expression cracking only in the affection of her gaze, locked upward as tears streamed, her long hair sticking to her damp face.
Before long, Akira came, his body tensing as waves of pleasure crashed through him.
Unconsciously, he brought his hands to grab her head, fingers tangling in her black hair, and plunged deep inside her throat, holding her there as he erupted.
GLUCK!
SPLAAAT! SPLAAAAT! SPLAAAAAT!
"MHMM!!"
GLUP! GLUP! GLUP!
Thick ropes of cum shot straight down her gullet, hot and viscous, flooding her stomach with pulse after pulse—five, six, seven spurts, each one making her throat work to swallow.
Excess cum leaked out the corners of her mouth, white drop trickling down her chin despite her efforts, mixing with saliva and tears. She closed her eyes tightly, brows furrowed in concentration, as he unloaded, her body trembling from the intensity.
After four minutes, he calmed down, his grip loosening as the last dribbles coated her mouth.
He pulled back his dick from her mouth slowly, inch by inch, the shaft emerging slick and spent, strings of cum and spit connecting it to her lips.
"Cough! Cough! Cough! "
Once his dick was completely out, Saori started coughing roughly, her body heaving as she doubled over slightly on her knees. Harsh, wet hacks escaped her, chest rising and falling rapidly, saliva and traces of cum splattering onto the floor in small droplets. She pressed a hand to her mouth, wiping at her chin, her sharp eyes watering more as she caught her breath, the coughs echoing muffled in the stall—her throat hurt from the abuse.
Akira, worried, asked, "Hey, are you okay?"
Saori shook her head at first, still composing herself, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
After a moment, she placed her hand on his softening dick, fingers gentle now, and started licking it clean with her tongue. She lapped at the shaft methodically, from base to tip, collecting every drop of cum and saliva, her tongue flat and thorough, swirling around the head to suckle the last remnants.
It took two minutes of patient cleaning, her breaths steadying as she worked, before she pulled back, lips glistening.
"Yes, now I am... Fine." Her voice was calm even after what she did, even Akira was shocked at how composed she sounded, that cold tone returning like nothing had happened.
Saori looked at him as she licked the cum that was on her lips, her tongue darting out slowly, tracing the lower edge first, then the upper, gathering the sticky white strands with deliberate swipes. She savored it briefly, eyes half-lidded with lingering affection, before swallowing with a subtle bob of her throat, the motion making her neck's earlier bulge a faint memory.
Akira's dick throbbed at the sight, twitching back to semi-hardness, but he quickly pushed it back inside his pants, zipping up before it could get out of control again, the fabric straining slightly against the renewed swell.
He averted his gaze, cheeks heating, as Saori fixed her clothes. She straightened her blouse first, fingers deftly rebuttoning the top where it had come loose in the struggle, smoothing the fabric over her ample chest, the lace of her bra peeking briefly before vanishing. She wiped her chin and cheeks with a tissue from her pocket, dabbing away the tears and smudges, then ran her hands through her long black hair, combing out the tangles from his grip, letting it fall straight and glossy once more. Her skirt, hiked up slightly from kneeling, was tugged down over her thick thighs, the hem settling neatly. She adjusted her heels, standing with that poised elegance, as if the vulnerability of moments ago had never occurred.
Before he could speak, he felt something pressed into his hand—cool metal. He looked down at it, then at her, brows furrowed as if asking what this was.
She looked at him calmly, her sharp black eyes steady, the affection still simmering beneath the cold surface, "This is the keys for my house."
Akira's eyes widened again, confusion deepening. As she continue....
She looked at him one last time, before opening the stall door quietly, peeking outside to check if someone was there—the hallway empty, voices distant.
Without another word, she slipped out, her heels clicking softly as she left, the door swinging shut behind her.
Akira stood inside still, confused as to what had happened and why, his hand clutching the keys, the taste of her actions lingering in the air like a puzzle he couldn't solve.
....
After a whole 15 minutes—
Akira stood in front of the sink, washing his hands.
Shimizu Saori had already left.
Although he had thought through many possibilities, he still felt he hadn't misjudged her entirely.
Only…
Akira took out a key, hesitating slightly.
It was the key to Shimizu Saori's house.
She had told him he could go to her place at any time to verify what she said.
Also, she didn't want to marry him, nor did she need him to take special care of her.
Akira was deeply confused.
It was the first time he truly couldn't understand what a girl was thinking.
{T/N: why? Just because she was not in an anime that you watch, where you know everything about them!}
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When he returned to his seat—
Akira felt Hikigaya Komachi's gaze land on him.
"What's wrong, Komachi?" He pretended not to notice anything, as he asked calmly.
"Nothing… nothing," Komachi said quickly. She was smart enough to stay quiet but still glanced at Shimizu Saori who came before him and now was silently sitting in her seat.
Shimizu Saori's expression was calm—too calm!
The movie continued.
Akira tried to watch seriously, but after a while, he realized something strange.
The movie was about the story of a girl who was extremely proactive.
To outsiders, she looked cold and distant.
But when she was with the protagonist—
She would suddenly show rare affection, making him unable to resist her.
Isn't this… Shimizu Saori?
Akira secretly glanced sideways at her.
Not secretly enough though!
As Shimizu Saori noticed his gaze and directly held his hand, tightly.
This time, Akira didn't pull his hand back.
He think that he can't after what she did.
…
At the end of the movie—
Akira finally got his answer.
Shimizu Saori was nothing like the heroine in the film.
The heroine only fell in love with the protagonist because he helped her. Everything developed naturally.
But Shimizu Saori…
Why did she act this way toward him?
He guessed that he could only understand her if he went to her house.
.....
The three of them walked out of the cinema hall.
Hikigaya Komachi led them to a restaurant recommended by other voice actors she meet.
It was a standard Japanese restaurant.
Komachi handed them the menu. Akira ordered a few simple dishes and gave the rest of the menu to Shimizu Saori.
Shimizu Saori didn't add anything else.
Komachi, however, ordered a few more dishes.
"Akira-nii, you're too polite. You have only ordered cheap dishes," Komachi said after ordering, looking at the two of them.
"You'll need to spend money on many things in the future, so it's better to learn to save," Akira said.
"The money you save can be used to buy a house or a car," Shimizu Saori added calmly.
"…."
Komachi wanted to complain—How could she possibly afford that?
But then she remembered Shimizu Saori's house… bought with her own money.
"Does Miss Shimizu live with her family?" Akira asked, suddenly.
"No. My family doesn't want me to work. They want me to marry some businessman's son. So, I cut ties with them." Shimizu Saori said it lightly, as if it weren't a big deal, her voice still cold even when talking about her own parents.
"This…" Akira didn't know what to say.
"I think the Shimizu-sensei is right," Komachi said seriously. "Girls have the right to choose who they marry. Even if the family arranges it, the girl must agree. If my family tried to force me to marry someone I don't like, I'd leave home too."
"Living alone is not bad," Akira said, trying to move the topic away, as quickly as possible.
When—
"I want to find a boyfriend occasionally." Shimizu Saori said, looked directly at Akira.
Komachi froze, her expression suddenly becoming strange, as she gave Akira a look.
Akira averted his eyes under that gaze.
'Hey! Don't look at me like that! I don't even know what I did!' He exclaimed his own confusion.
The private room fell silent.
A few seconds passed.
"…I'm going to the bathroom," Komachi said and stood up, leaving the room.
After—
Akira looked at Shimizu Saori.
She stood up and walked over to him, slowly approaching.
"Ms. Shimizu, I have a girlfriend." Akira put his hand up to stop her.
"You live in Sakurasou, and you maintain close relationships with several girls. I don't need you to break up with Yukinoshita Yukino," Shimizu Saori said calmly. "I just want you to spend some time with me. I can take care of myself. I don't need you to be responsible. The moment I saw you, I knew you were the most suitable candidate."
"You investigated me?" Akira frowned.
"I put on makeup and followed your car. What happened in the cinema hall was my apology." Shimizu Saori hooked her arms around his neck as she spoke.
"…I'm sorry about what happened in the cinema, but I already have many girlfriends," Akira said after a moment.
"I can pay."
She turned around, took a bank card from her bag, and handed it to Akira.
Akira stared at the card in shock and confusion.
Before—
Shimizu Saori hugged him and kissed him.
Her kiss lasted a long, long time.
Until—
Knock knock.
Shimizu Saori slowly stepped away and fixed her clothes.
A few seconds later—
Hikigaya Komachi opened the door and walked inside.
Akira quickly put away the bank card.
Komachi looked at the two of them, but couldn't tell if anything happened.
When the food arrived—
Komachi quickly took out her phone.
She took one picture of the table.
Then another—directly of Akira.
Then she sent both photos to Hikigaya Hachiman.
A few minutes later—
Hachiman replied with three question marks.
Komachi covered her mouth and giggled but didn't explain.
Akira was eating when he received Hachiman's message.
He glanced at Komachi and typed back,
"I'm sorry, Hachiman."
"!!!" came Hachiman's reply.
.....
After lunch—
Akira and the two girls returned to Hoshiyuu Agency.
He went to Hayama Riko's office.
When Riko saw him, she brought over the prepared report.
Akira read through it and immediately contacted Yukinoshita Haruno, suggesting that Hayama Riko be involved in the idol agency's establishment.
Haruno thought for a moment and decided to hand over the idol agency's recruitment work to Hayama Riko.
When Riko heard this, a hint of surprise appeared on her face.
Akira also felt it was a good idea.
After hanging up the phone—
Akira looked at Hayama Riko.
"You can go to the idol agency first and prepare. Or find some friends to help with recruitment."
"Yes, Fujimiya-sama." Hayama Riko bowed.
She had plenty of friends in that industry, as well as connections through her family.
This job wasn't difficult for her at all.
It was like a free point question—
As long as she completed it, her position beside Akira would rise to the same level as Sada Kana.
Akira explained a few more details before finally leaving Hayama Riko's office.
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