"Nothing extraordinary?" she repeated, tilting her head with an amused smile. "Let me call my number, then. Maybe you'll come and see the extraordinary later on."
Before he could react, she turned, reached across the top bunk, and grabbed his phone from where it lay beside his pillow. Her fingers danced over the screen, tapping quickly, confidently.
"There," she said, flashing it at him with a grin. "Saved it under Ayumi with a little purple heart. Don't forget it."
Yuki stared at the screen as she handed the phone back to him. Her name glowed against the dark background, the heart beside it almost mocking in its sweetness.
Ayumi bent down, casually collecting her scattered clothes from the floor. The hoodie, the panties, her bra. One by one, she dressed in silence, like it was any other ordinary night and she hadn't just turned his world inside out.
Once dressed, she tugged the hoodie down and turned back to him, brushing her long dark hair over one shoulder.
"If Renji asks," she said smoothly, "just tell him my manager came to pick me up. It's already midnight and he's still not around."
Yuki nodded numbly, still clutching the phone like it was a lifeline.
Ayumi smiled one last time, a mysterious curve of her lips that hinted at secrets and promises.
"I'm going," she said, stepping toward the door. "And Yuki..."
"Don't forget to call me."
Then she was gone, leaving behind the soft click of the closing door and the echo of her scent in the air. Yuki stood there, heart pounding, eyes locked on her name glowing from his phone.
"Fuck, did Renji's girlfriend just give me a BJ?" Yuki laughed innocently, falling back on the ground bunk. He rested his head and then his phone beeped. He went to chats immediately to find Ayumi texting him.
[Ayumi:Just got into the taxi. Driver gave me a weird look... I checked the mirror and guess what? Your cum was still on my jaw, Yuki.]
His breath hitched. He sat up a little straighter, biting down a smirk as his fingers flew across the screen.
Yuki: So you walked out wearing me? Damn, you trying to make that man jealous or what?
Ayumi: Please. If I'd let him taste it, he wouldn't stop driving.
He swallowed hard, heart thumping. His confidence spiked just enough to throw back something bolder.
Yuki: Bet you liked the way it looked on you.
His mind short-circuited for a second.
Yuki: Ayumi... stop. I'm literally hard again.
Ayumi: Good. You better be. I didn't even go all out yet.
He let out a low, breathless laugh, adjusting himself as his hand shook slightly holding the phone.
Yuki: You're insane. I didn't know you could do all that with just a tongue.
Ayumi:Sweet boy... That was just a preview.
Next time, I want to hear you beg.
He groaned, dragging a hand down his face. This girl was going to kill him—in the hottest way possible.
Yuki: Keep talking like that and I'll end up making another mess for you to clean.
Ayumi:That's the plan. Now go to sleep, baby. Dream of my mouth. And don't forget to call me... next time, I'll sit on your face.
He dropped the phone on his chest, eyes wide, heart racing.
"Holy... fuck." He screamed. The first time dirty chatting a girl and it didn't sound cringe. His head fell to the bed and now realized he was all alone. He picked his phone again and it chimed.
[Just got home now. Wanna see something?]
Yuki nodded his head sheepishly and replied: [Yeah your nudes obviously]
[You asked for it pretty boy.] Ayumi typed back and his phone chimed again with a blurred photo of Ayumi naked on her couch, her legs spread wide out showing her perfectly trimmed pussy and then her boobs hanging outside.
He hardened again, his dick rising in his sweatpants.
"She looks just like Mika from Demon Strike Zero... hot, sexy demon—only this time, in human form." He laughed softly, the sound laced with disbelief. "Except Mika never texted me nudes or made me this hard at midnight."
[You like what you see? You could have this all to yourself when you meet me after work. I will text you the address pretty boy. Have a good night sleep]
And just like that the chat ended, and Yuki switched over to the videogame he was playing, yet no matter how heated the game got, he couldn't keep her out of his mind.
Ayumi Vs Aiko Tanaka ----Who the fuck was the hottest.
Aiko Tanaka was the woman every guy daydreamed about—the kind of sensual beauty that turned heads in silence. Long legs, perfect posture, and curves that were sculpted, not soft. Her chest? Elegant. Her waist? Snatched. Her presence? Ice-cold and untouchable.
She was the fantasy—high heels clicking in echoing halls, red lipstick on porcelain skin, the kind of woman who smelled like money and mystery.
Ayumi, though... Ayumi was heat. Fire in human skin. Her body wasn't polished, it was alive. Her curves were messy, tempting, made to be touched. She didn't have the subtle elegance of Miss Tanaka—she had raw magnetism. Her chest pressed against him like she meant it. Her hips rolled with intent. There was nothing quiet about her—she was bold, loud, and unforgettable.
Tanaka was art in a gallery—framed and admired from afar.
Ayumi was art in the dark—painted across your skin with fingernails and teeth.
Yuki ran a hand down his face with a groan, heat pooling low again just from the memory of Ayumi's breath against his neck.
He switched off the videogame, wondering around the Internet until something caught his eyes.
"What the heck did Renji use my Gmail account to register?" Out of curiosity, Yuki clicked on the link and it immediately took him to a porn site. He scrolled lazily, seeing all different sizes of boobs and asses before he could fall asleep
His alarm kept beeping until Yuki was forced to shut it up. He took his phone from where it had been plugged and checked through his email. A request shooting him out of bed.
[Mr. Yuki, to be fully accepted, we would like a nude picture of you]
Yuki frowned at the email, his eyes narrowing in disbelief. "A nude picture? What the hell is this?" he muttered to himself, shaking his head. He didn't need any of that nonsense, especially first thing in the morning.
"Nope, not doing that," he said firmly, tapping his phone to delete the message before turning off the screen altogether. He tossed the phone back onto his bed and sighed, rubbing his eyes.
With a groan, Yuki dragged himself out of bed and walked to his wardrobe, still shaking off the sleepiness that clung to him. He grabbed his usual outfit—a simple black T-shirt and jeans—and started getting dressed.
He glanced at his phone once more, seeing the reply he typed in didn't send. He rolled his eyes, unbuckling his belt.
"Fuck I can't believe I'm sending someone a picture of my dick before going for class."
With that, he clicked sent of his dick to the email and ran off to class.