-From Mayu Ryomen's point of view-
"I'll take you up on that offer another time. Meet me in front of the dorm in half an hour," he ordered into the back I had turned to face him, arms folded protectively in front of my chest.
Half an hour?! Oh shit! I still had to wash my hair and had no idea what to wear! Because if we were going out for dinner, I wanted to wear something smart. He had really hit the bull's eye with that. 30 minutes was almost too little. But wait a minute - he's inviting me to dinner? Was that a date?
Nonsense! Don't get carried away now... You idiot...
With my eyebrows furrowed, I listened as the sound of rustling clothes could be heard behind me and hopefully Satoru was actually getting dressed. I didn't necessarily want to see him bluntly naked.
Well, although... I was a little bit curious.
Yes, ok. That was a lie! Of course I would love to see him naked! Let's not kid ourselves. When he came so close to me earlier, my heart was already in my abdomen and my blood was pumping. I wonder how far it would have gone! Next time, I had to remind myself not to ... Lots of ... foam ... -
Next time...
My heart began to jump in a triangle, just like before, while the thousand butterflies in my stomach fluttered around incessantly and wildly. Who said he was allowed to do that again? Or was he even allowed to? I certainly hadn't been angry with him, but a second time?
Now it was quiet behind me.
No sound of clothes or of him himself.
"Are you finished?" I asked curiously and was halfway through turning carelessly towards him.
"If you want to look away from me, then yes."
Oh fuck!
I paused briskly in my movement, pressed my lips together caught off guard and turned my gaze forward again, looking out of the window. Meanwhile, the sun was already low in the sky, ready to allow the night to fall in the next hour.
"No, I don't really want to," I said, shaking my head and smiling.
"Actually?" he repeated brightly, "are you trying to tell me something?"
Oh, Mayu ... Think and then talk!
"No. No. Really. I just let that slip by mistake!" I hissed caught off guard and hoped that my little faux pas had been buried.
Sometimes it would have been more appropriate to think before I spoke... That actually worked semi well, but not always. Especially not when I was upset in any way. And I meant - hello? I was kneeling naked behind my half-naked teacher, who was also extremely attractive! Who could think straight after the previous intimate assault?
Fortunately for me, he didn't say anything back. Perhaps it was better that he didn't share his thoughts with me this time.
But what was he doing there for so long? The few items of clothing he had with him earlier were put on in a flash, weren't they?
Once again, I heard the sounds of clothing and once again I was filled with hope that the gentleman was finally dressed. So I dared to glance over my shoulder again, which was promptly smeared on my bread again.
"I can join you in the bath again, Mayu," he reprimanded me admonishingly, but with a teasing undertone.
...! Was I going too fast again? He must have seen in the mirror he was standing in front of that I wanted to turn around again. Couldn't he simply have looked in a different direction? That was unfair. But wait a minute - could it have been possible that he was just holding me out, even though he was probably already finished getting dressed?
I turned around completely, "Then come back, you impostor!" and put my left hand on my side, while the other still lay protectively on my chest.
Of course, he was already dressed in his snow-white shirt and beige pants, with his night-black boxer shorts peeking out from the waistband, and was just holding me out.
"Do you really want to go for it?" he asked me conspiratorially, pausing in his motion of zipping up his pants.
"Yes, I do! Because you're not coming!" I played with fire and reached for the pink towel that I had already placed next to the bathtub before my bath without taking my eyes off him.
He hastily dropped his beige trousers to the floor again, stepped out of them and was already approaching the bathtub again.
"What am I not doing?" he threatened and climbed back into the lukewarm bubble bath. In a snow-white open shirt and black boxer shorts.
Holy shit! That drove me into a panic, which is why I hurriedly put the towel on top of me protectively and sat down on the edge of the bathtub. Even if I had considered fleeing now in my predicament, I would simply have been too slow, because Satoru was already grabbing my waist, so there was no escape.
He had just stood next to my legs, supporting himself with his hands next to me, and I looked startled into his flashing ice-blue eyes and leaned back.
Oh oh!
My heart raced as if I had been chased by a cursed spirit, while I gave him an innocent look and inevitably started to giggle.
"You do," I admitted with a laugh and held onto the collar of his shirt with one hand, my other resting on the towel at my cleavage.
"Did you doubt for a second that I wouldn't keep my word?" he whispered to me as he began to close the distance between our faces.
"At first?" I admitted honestly, feeling hotter.
"Then this should be a lesson," he played with me and pulled my towel down a little, which I wasn't prepared for and drew in my breath sharply.
Just a few more centimetres and the protective fabric would have revealed more of my breasts than I would have liked, which is why I pressed my hand more firmly on the towel so that it could stay in place.
And how that taught me a lesson! Naive me had simply assumed that he wouldn't come back into the water. I must have really underestimated him and let my cheeky mouth do the talking.
Fortunately for me, he let go of me again and hoped that this would be the last time he stepped out of the bath.
I immediately turned my back to him again, now fastening the towel around my body so that he couldn't look at my bare bottom. This was also the perfect time to open the window to let in the refreshing evening air, which provided a brief cooling effect.
"But the half hour only applies when you're out of here, right?" I demanded with a grin, once again listening to the rustling of textiles as I looked out of the window.
"From now on then," he rejoiced and the unspeakably attractive teacher disappeared from the bathroom.
Shaking my head and smiling, I removed the fluffy towel again, sank deeper into the water and reached for my shampoo.
I was doing something with it. I had only been there for two months and in that time he had been busy with missions and other stuff more than half the time, but in the last few days he had been paying more attention to me and my supposed curse power.
Every now and then, so much so that I would have liked to burst, but there were also moments when we often laughed together and got up to some nonsense. All in all, I've had a pretty crazy, but once again totally brilliant time here at the academy.
I immediately let the shampoo out of my hair again and continued to concentrate on my body, which I soaped up next.
The last few days in particular were very intense compared to the others before.
Finally, I rinsed off the fragrant lather and let it drain out of the bath before getting out and drying myself off.
I was sure that I only had a whopping 20 minutes left until the agreed dinner time, but I spared myself a glance at the clock. It only slowed me down unnecessarily and I wrapped my hair in a towel turban.
With just the fluffy pink towel wrapped around my half-wet body and on my head, I stood in front of the large bathroom mirror and reapplied my make-up for the evening.
However, this only consisted of a line of black eyeliner and mascara to cleverly accentuate my ultraviolet eyes.
I generally avoided the rest, such as concealer, foundation or powder, because on the one hand it hid my freckles and on the other it gave me a doll-like feeling. I just didn't like it. It bothered me immensely to constantly think about the fact that I had a layer on my face that I could destroy with every touch and make it look blotchy.
My eyes immediately caught sight of my numerous lipsticks, which immediately began to flirt with me.
immediately. I had rarely done without them, because I loved them, but I didn't feel it was absolutely necessary for tonight.
After all, we were only going out for a meal, not on a date.
Next, I hastily freed my hair from the towel turban again, ran my fingers roughly through my straight hair before massaging hair oil into the damp lengths and quickly slipped into my fresh and already laid out underwear.
To my regret, and because I didn't know anything about the rest of my evening program until just now, I had only taken underwear and my sleeping clothes into the bathroom. As already mentioned, I didn't have enough time to change my clothes, although I still didn't know what outfit I was going to wear. So I decided to wrap the towel around my body again and hope that none of the boys came out of their rooms while I was scurrying to my room.
Why did the bathroom have to be at the beginning of the long corridor and my room at the very back?
So nice!
Mission to get into my room half-naked in 3... 2... 1...
Quietly and, above all, slowly, I opened the door from the bathroom and caught a glimpse of the long corridor to my left. Apart from the few blood-orange rays of sunlight shining in through the windows, there was no other source of light anywhere. So for the time being, I could assume that none of the boys' doors were open. I also saw nothing but the empty corridor.
Just as well, because I didn't necessarily want to be caught out in my own misery. Especially not by Kento. Or Megumi. Oh, or preferably by Satoru again. Although that wouldn't have mattered either.
I mean, who doesn't go swimming with their teacher and almost fall over each other?
I immediately scurried through the bathroom door, leaving it open, and slipped out, a cool breeze snaking around my not yet completely dry legs, on which goose bumps immediately appeared.
I passed door number one and door number two, where Kento and Megumi lived, but fortunately nothing was moving and I was able to sneak past unnoticed.
Only six supposedly uninhabited doors and one inhabited door left and I had reached my kingdom! But the penultimate door belonged to my date - äh, Satoru.
Jesus Christ in heaven. Why did that make me so confused?
With my heart pounding loudly, almost drowning out my almost silent footsteps, I left this last fateful obstacle behind me and smuggled myself half-naked into my room, instantly closing the door behind me.
Relieved, I expelled the air and let the tiny bit of tension that felt important enough to emerge fall away.
Done!
I didn't want to repeat this cloak-and-dagger operation again.
Now I had to hurry! I was literally running out of time.
Regardless, I dropped the towel to the floor and paid a quick visit to my large mirrored wardrobe, which I literally tore open and quickly skimmed through my choice of clothes.
The little black dress? No, too short and dark. The innocent, crisp white dress? Didn't fit the bill. Something colorful and shorter? Not for tonight! A tight-fitting trouser suit in royal blue? No.
A loose, monochrome blouse with comfortable jeans? Too everyday! Why was I so picky! What was wrong with the shoes? Shoes! In the end, they determined what clothes I wore.
I was immediately struck by ivory-white sandals with a comfortable mid-height heel and delicate straps, and the right outfit came to mind. I reached for a beige knee-length dress, decorated with a floral print, a high-necked frill collar and long, playful sleeves. In other words - romantic.
No, that didn't call for a date... No...
I quickly slipped into my favorite dress, closed the mirrored wardrobe again and checked my outfit.
Here and there I tucked in the flared hem of the dress before I went to my desk on my left and reached for my perfume from the shelf above. I put two more spritzes on my neck and shoulders and in my hair, because that's where it smelled the longest, and on my wrists. To finish, I ran my fingers through my still damp hair again, quickly grabbed my cell phone, which I stowed away in a small handbag, and clasped the handle of my bedroom door.
Glancing at the clock on my bedside cabinet next to my big bed, which immediately told me that exactly 30 minutes must have passed, I ripped the door open with a rush and bumped straight into big, broad shoulders and a strong chest.
"Oops!" I gasped in shock and clutched the muscular upper arms that had stood in my way, "sorry."
"Right on time," I heard the familiar voice over my head and felt one of those arms wrap around my waist.
Immediately, the masculine scent of Satoru's rose to my nose, making me feel unspeakably hot again in a flash. My pulse began to race.
It was a little too close for me - but only for the hallway of the dormitory. Surely the rumor mill around us was already boiling. So I hesitantly took a step back, but immediately realized that there was no further escape as I was already leaning against the closed door.
He had a talent for it, though.
I swallowed hard. Hopefully we were alone in the corridor at the moment, because I didn't want to have been a target for the rumor mill, even if I would have loved to have snuggled up closer to him. However, as if he had heard my thoughts, he pulled me close to him again and I shuddered as I looked at his face - much more at his eyes, which were covered by the black blindfold.
Satoru placed his index finger under my chin and leaned down a little towards me. I instinctively held my breath and was no longer able to push him away from me. What was he doing to me again? My heart quickened fourfold as his face came closer and closer to me.
I blinked.
Didn't we just have this? What was his intention behind that? As if paralyzed, I felt his soft lips graze the corner of my mouth before they made their way over my cheek, kissing tenderly. They glided delicately up to my ear, where they stopped.
I felt an unspeakable icy shiver run down my spine, not realizing that I had almost clawed my way into his cloud-white shirt.
"That dress looks really good on you, beautiful," he whispered to me, before biting my earlobe tenderly, eliciting a sharp intake of breath.
...!
He didn't really do that?
I immediately braced my hands against him to regain a little of my stolen distance and looked up at his face again in horror. I was immediately covered in goose bumps, while the air got stuck in my throat. My cheeks were literally burning, which had certainly turned the color of a juicy cherry. As had happened too often that evening.
How dare he! I was more than overly sensitive in my ears, which meant that it wasn't just there that I was irritated.
"Satoru!" I hissed, growling, yet quietly enough to make it clear to him that he had completely hit me with it, "are you crazy?"
But instead of showing remorse, the corners of his mouth lifted, while his shoulders began to shake treacherously. Was he laughing at me? What a lout!
"You're really mean!" At first I thought you were going to kiss me and then that? If only you knew that you were arousing me..., "Next time I won't even turn around to watch you while you're bathing!" I promised him quietly and threateningly, referring to the action I had almost caught earlier.
"An invitation for the next time? I'll gladly accept."
I closed my eyes and turned my head to the side. All I wanted to do was defend myself, what had I done instead? Invited him to bathe again. I mentally applauded myself - first think, then speak...
"No, not really. Although you don't stick to it anyway. And now come on! Let's go! I don't want the other two to see us!"
To emphasize my words once again, I put even more pressure on his muscular upper arms, which I still didn't let go of, causing him to finally release me from his clutches. He laughed at me, but he was punished immediately. I reached out with the flat of my hand and gave him a slap on his tight bottom, which, admittedly, was perfectly accentuated by his beige trousers.
"Mayu!" he hissed over his shoulder, while I walked past him with a quick step and a giggle.
Of course, I was careful to place my hands protectively on my bottom. Fortunately for me, our unconventional advances remained undetected by Megumi and Kento, which secretly relieved me.
The summer evening air immediately provided some much-needed cooling as we left the dormitory. It was also good for my burning cheeks and my annoyed ear, but it was still far too warm for that. Or maybe it was just that my thoughts couldn't tear themselves away from how close Satoru had just gotten to me.
Oh, in general throughout the evening.
Why did he suddenly do that?
It's okay, I admitted myself that I'd gotten closer to him in the last few days, had tried to get a little closer and tested my limits, but him? He had to exaggerate again.
But funny, why hadn't he backed down? Instead, he tried to turn the tables on me. Or was I just imagining things? Oh, he'd probably just enjoyed annoying me. But then why the dinner?
I let out a sigh.
"Is everything all right?" my companion asked me attentively next to me, immediately clasping my hand with his.
"Yes-a, why?" I asked him the counter question in surprise, because it was nothing.
"Because you were just snorting so melancholy."
He had noticed that? Had I been that loud?
"That loud? No, it's nothing. I was just lost in thought."
"Understandable after our first bath together."
Flashing, I looked up at him now. That little runt.
"Yes, too," I shared some of my thoughts with him. He didn't need to know everything.
As we walked down the long, wooded road into the center of Tokyo, I unconsciously looked around, enjoying the last red rays of the sun that had fought their way through the many trees.
They also fell sporadically on the flowers that grew magnificently by the roadside. An unusual butterfly caught my eye.
Snow-white, with a purple spot on each of its rear wings. Wasn't it getting too late and too cold for butterflies at this time of day? Coming across these wondrous creatures at night promised to be a very bad omen. What's more, it reminded me of someone.
Of Uraume.
She also had such snow-white chin-length hair, adorned with a crimson stain that could be seen from her sides across the back of her head. It was ironic that I had to think of her. It had been a few years since I had last seen her. How had she fared in the meantime?
As soon as we were in close proximity to the butterfly, it flew away with powerful strokes. I could have sworn that it lost tiny particles of turquoise mist. Residues that I saw when Satoru or even Megumi and Kento used their curse powers. God, all the good spirits were leaving me now, weren't they? I was probably just imagining it.