Disclaimer: I love Skip Beat!, but that doesnt mean I own it. Pure fan love here.

Story: Kijima was just looking for a little fun. Somehow, it all turned into a learning experience and he wasn't quite sure he qualified as a teacher. Yet, Kyoko on the other hand, seems to be an eager student. The industry hops in on the ride. Casting couches, stiff competition, nosey presidents and overprotective dads -Kijima might have bit off more than he can chew. Set somewhere after chapter 101? Spoilers: Yeeeessss. Yes, yes, yes. Beware? Warnings: Cursing and violence for nowhm, just in case since Im usually writing it, bit of crazy humor, perverted humor, morbid or sarcastic humor, and maybe some sexual situations Pairings: Kijima/Kyoko, side-Kyoren, side-(very downplayed XD) Kyosho, one-sided Hikaru/Kyoko.and we cant ignore one-sidedness from strange Reino, eh?

Chapter One: A Most Capricious Meeting Kijima yawned as he blearily looked around. He was bored and getting sleepy. It was about time to wrap up shop and he was already mentally scrolling down his contacts list for a girl he was thinking of spending the night with. It wasnt too late, so he could take some time and sweet her up with a dinner Yuriko was nice. Maybe Reina. He could always go with Junkothough she was a little clingy. He shouldnt chance her. Kijima groaned and went over his contacts again, thinking about each women and then the pros and cons for each one. He had just been carefully considering Junko hesitantly (she had a great mouth), when his eyes alighted on one Mogami Kyoko speaking to Momose Itsumi and Oohara Airi from some distance away from him. The teen laughed vibrantly and scratched the back of her head in embarrassment. He had Itsumi and Ooharas numbers. He briefly considered them, but just as quickly dismissed the thought. They werent his type (physically, yes and though he wasnt too picky and had slept and gone out with women that werent his type, these two just seemed a no). On the other hand, he gazed in interest on Kyoko, watching her avidly illustrate her point. She sure was lively, he mused. And adorably expressive. Initially, he hadnt thought much of her, except that she was cute and pretty in a normal way. Amongst celebrities that didnt mean much, but hed thought it made her a little more unique in that world. And he was a little envious too, as it allowed her to be able to walk around peacefully in the normal world without being troubled or recognized. She had the ability to flitter between both worlds, be a normal person and yet also act and be known for her roles. Kijima would have liked to have been able to be like that. It would be nicer and easier on him to pick a girl out there that wouldnt come after him or be with him just for his fame, or to move up in the world. He saw Kyoko move away from the other two females and start in the direction of the exit. He took that as his queue and looked around quickly before making his way after her. Hed caught up to her once they were practically out of the building and it looked like she was walking home. Eh, Kyoko-chan, are you walking home tonight? he called out. She paused and looked at him quizzically, though still smiling. K-Kijima-san! Good evening. Yes, Im walking home right now. He frowned. But its late and dark. Its dangerous to be walking out, especially for young girls. He caught up to her and gave her a sincere smile. How about I give you a ride? I know we dont

talk a lot or interact much, but I would still prefer to drive you home than to let you walk alone at this time of night. He saw her still hesitating, so he gave her one more gentle push. Please, Kyoko-chan? Itll make me feel better and sure that youre not going out in danger. Of course, he had his ulterior motive and allbut he genuinely was concerned about her walking alone at night like this. He could, at least, give her a ride home. He was the kind of man that tried his best to be a gentleman and had always done his best to treat his woman well and give her the best. He also was the kind who still believed in chivalry. Those things were partly why he was so successful with women after all. Thank you, Kijima-san. Its very kind of you. I would be grateful to accept your offer, she said politely, bowing as well. He waved it off nonchalantly, still smiling. He offered his arm and then led the way around the building to where his car was. Are you hungry? We could stop by somewhere. I havent had dinner yet, so I am, he asked her casually as he drove out of the garage lot. Ah, if Kijima-san is, then okay. I dont want to keep you from eating, her voice turned to worry and he thought it was sweet and cute of her. And I amJust a bit. She blushed slightly at that and that made it all the more cuter to him. Then what do you feel like eating? he ran through the closest restaurants in his head, though he wasnt excluding out of the way ones. Hmm, its been awhile since Ive eaten there, so how about Moz Burgers? He nearly braked abruptly in shock, but stopped himself in time. He was treating her out and she was okay with fast food. Most women would be clamoring to get into starred restaurants and having eaten expensive meals. A-are you sure? Wouldnt you like to eat somewhere nicer? A restaurant nearby? Cantinas? he asked weakly, still rather unsure. No, no! Moz Burgers is fine. I dont want to trouble Kijima-san or make him spend so much on me. Thank you so much for the consideration, Kijima-san! she beamed at him and he caved. He reached out and ruffled her hair, sighing inwardly to himself. Kyoko-chan is the one whos considerate. And very cute! he said rather fondly, noting her darkening blush.

He found one quickly and went through the drive through, ordering and then waiting in line. He fiddled with the radio, skipping over a station playing some Fuwa Sho song and finding one he liked, letting the music lazily trail through his car peacefully. Ah, sorry, Kyoko-chan did you like Fuwa Sho? I can put it back if you like? he asked as an afterthought, though he was reluctant to. Tch, no thanks. Im not a fan at allWhat Kijima-san is listening to is much better! she praised, though he had to wonder about the venom in her voice when she talked about Fuwa. Thank goodness. I dislike him and was worried youd be a fan, he cringed, winking at her straight after to show he was teasing. She smiled slightly, staring out her window. NoI hate him. His head whipped around towards her and he slightly gaped. He actually hadnt really thought that Kyoko was capable of that emotion, but though she was smiling there was a dark look to her eyes and her voice was sincerely hateful. He blinked before putting on a smile, still inwardly confused and amazed. The way she sounded and looked thoughit wasnt just someone who disliked an artist or whatever. It sounded personal. He wondered about the connection she must have with Fuwa, though since it seemed taboo he didnt push for answers. He especially didnt want to ruin the great night they were having so far, or the pleasant mood and atmosphere they were in. Well, we have something in common, huh? he joked instead and could immediately see her relax slightly. They were finally at the window when the next thing happened that had him learning something else about his passenger. Hed just handed over his card when the cashier blinked in surprise and in recognition. He sighed, getting ready to deal with it, when he was surprised that the cashier focused on Kyoko instead. Mogami-san? Is that you, Mogami-san? I know you look really different, but Im pretty sure its you! The girl by his side winced and gave a feeble smile to the cashier. Ah, yes. Its me, Izumi-san. How are you? Im doing great! But never mind me, how about you? You left so abruptly last time! Are you still a Fuwa Sho fan? Kijima flinched and quickly glanced furtively at Kyoko, whose face seemed to have frozen in its smiling state.

AhahhahahahafanIm still very focused on him, Kyoko briefly growled low under her breath, not enough to be heard by anyone other than Kijima, but still rather frightening. Kijima cleared his throat and smiled politely at the cashier. Sorry, but were a little in a hurry. Oh, Im so sorry. Let me just run this through, and the cashier handed back his card after. You lookfamiliar, she commented, staring at him. Ah, how do you two know each other? I work with her, Kijima let his smile grow wider. The cashier smiled back, nodding. She left to get their food, but he could tell that she was still thinking about it closely, trying to figure out who he was. And when she came back, her eyes were wide and staring at him in awe. He just kept on smiling as he accepted the food, before balancing the bags on his lap and driving away. Thank you, Kijima-san, Kyoko said quietly, and he had a feeling it was a thanks meant more for than just the food but for the block in conversation about Fuwa hed provided. No problem, he declared steadily, ruffling her hair again. Lets park over here and watch the stars while we eat, huh? Its nice out and we can get to know each other. Thatthat would be nice, Kyoko seemed suddenly shy. He parked off to the side of the park and the both of them got out. He carelessly used a hand to jump onto the hood of his car, casually folding his legs Indian style. He patted the spot next to him as he grinned cheekily at his sort of date. Eh, Kyoko-chan, hop on. A-are you sure? she was obviously hesitant and her eyes were almost as wide as the cashiers. I meanyour carand its expensiveAnd I dont want to dirty it or mess it up or something, Kijima-san! Its fine, its fine! Come on, he encouraged her, offering his hand to help her up. Im a spontaneous kind of guy, so I dont mind. Its good. Still hesitant, she grabbed onto his hand and used her other hand to balance herself on his hood, before pushing herself up and trying to scramble on. He helped her onto it and soon enough, she was sitting next to him, her legs laid out in front of her. So, Kyoko-chan, howd you know that lady cashier? he asked to start conversation. Oh. Um, I used to work there with her, Kyokos voice was tinged in embarrassment. Kijima stopped short of taking a bite from his burger in favor of staring at her. She started turning red after a while of it and Kijima snapped out of it.

Im sorry. I just have trouble picturing you working there, or thinking of you working in a place like that at all, he smiled sheepishly. Really? Kyoko asked in surprise. I only worked there not too long ago. What? Really? he was incredulous about that. With how fast Kyoko seemed to be gaining recognition, and how amazing her transformation into Mio was, it was hard to picture her as anything but an actress. Yes, Kyoko bashfully grinned. Lets seethe Kurara commercial was the first thing Ive ever done in showbiz, and really auditioned forand that wasnt too long ago was it? AndI think that it was only maybe a few months or even less that I even got into LME or anything in showbiz, and before that I worked at Moz Burgers and Darumaya part-time each. I wanted fulltime, but since I was only 16 and only finished junior high, I could only get that. Wow, thats really impressive, he complimented her. When did you work at Moz Burgers and Darumaya? I had 10 hours at Moz Burgers, from 7 to 4, and then I went straight to Darumaya and worked 4:15 to 11 for around 7 hours, I think? she mused aloud. He nearly choked on the fry he was eating. He hadnt actually thought she was working both places the same day more that she worked one place for a while before quitting and going to another, or something of the like. Ah. I-I see. I wasnt thinking you were working both part-time jobs, he commented dazedly. Why would you need to? I wasI was living in an expensive apartment. The person I was living with wanted to live in somewhere nice, but was only starting out in his job so he wasnt being paid well at first. I was paying the rent and for groceries and stuff, she started mumbling near the end. What happened to that person? Are you still with him? he asked, curious and a little worried. If she had someone, he was more reticent to pursue (he wasnt one for cheating, thank you very much). On the other hand, if it was a girl he truly liked or wanted, hed shake off that issue and come after her anyways (like he was leaning towards for Kyoko). Besides, the guy sounded like a jerk anyhow. Or that was the feel he was getting All of a sudden, he was getting chills though. He looked over at Kyoko in alarm, seeing her head hanging depressingly and an aura of gloom and hate surrounding her. Taboo! Tabootabootaboo switch subject, switch subject! Damn, he hit a landmine straight on. He had to do something and recover fast, or else the night (and his progress) was ruined. At least he didnt have another guy standing in the way

Never mind, hes just old news, huh, Kyoko-chan? he forced out a grin, reaching out to ruffle her hair. He changed his mind and instead moved his hand to brush a piece of her hair behind her ears, his words and action startling her. Yeahy-yeah, hesold news, she gave a small smile. Nice recovery. Anyways, what jobs do you have lined up after Dark Moon? he changed it to something that should be safer to talk about. Her smile faltered and he thought that maybe that might not be the case. Um, I have a lot of roles in drama coming uptheyre just she trailed off and his curiosity grew. Theyre just? he prompted gently. She sighed. Theyre all mean roles. The main role I have coming up is a bully in school, and the director told me to just make it Mio-like. Im very grateful for all the rolesI just wanted to play a role different from Mio. I dont know what I should do, Kijima-san. Youreyoure a veteran actor like Tsuruga-san, right? What would you do? Should I accept all of them? Or refuse them? Or maybe some of them? He didnt usually talk work during a date or when he was trying to work a girl or pick one up, but looking at her face (which was adorably scrunching up and slightly tearing), he couldnt really say no to her when she looked like that. He pushed aside his food and lay back on his car, crossing his ankles as he laid them out and cushioning his head on his arms as he thought about her dilemma. Hmm, well, when I just started out I was just a bachelor living in Tokyo in a small, kind of crowded apartment. I had bills to pay and rent so I wasnt stingy about any roles. I took whatever roles were offered to me and auditioned for any roles that were available. In fact, if I remember right, I tried to audition for a role that needed a black person to play itand I was kicked out pretty much the moment I entered, but hey what can you do? I think rent was coming up and I hadnt had any roles for a while, so I really needed a job. Kyoko giggled and the sound of it and her cheering up brought a light smile onto his lips. Actually, I should have gotten something part-time, like you, so I could have done something to make sure I could actually live on my own and have a fallback until I was able to make it big, he mused, knowing it might have made life easier, especially financially-wise.

Eh, Kyoko scrunched up her nose. Its hard to picture Kijima-san as a struggling actor. It would have been a waste for you to do anything but acting! Kijima-san is such a great actor after all. Kijima laughed, slightly embarrassed but flattered and surprised she thought so. So anyways, itll be a good idea to try all of them. At least you could show and build a reputation about being a hard worker and stave off any rumors of being snobbish. Plus, you end up building connections this way, and also build a repertoire with a bunch of different directors and actors, who might keep you in mind for future projects or even recommend you to other directors and for other roles. Oh! I never thought about it like that, Kyoko grinned wryly. He waved it off. Its industry stuff. Mostly behind the scene kind of things you learn as you grow in the showbiz world. It has less to do with acting and talent, and more to do with social ladders and connections. Some people are genuine and some are just snakes and suck up to everyone to try to beat out other better-skilled actors. Does that make me a snake or genuine then? she asked wide-eyed. He stared at her, unable to believe shed actually asked that. He poked her forehead harshly, inciting a yell and then a pout. You are one of, if not the most, genuine people I know, silly girl. When I say you should try to build connections and try to make yourself look good, its for your own good, not for greediness or selfishness. Snakes are greedy little shits, who think only about themselves. In showbiz or any type of workplace, really its one thing to try to build yourself up. Then theres crossing the line. And youre being sincere. Its an entirely different thing when youre sincere, honest, and being true to yourself, as opposed to faking it to only look good in front of others. Oh, I see, she mumbled, still rubbing her forehead. What? You want me to kiss it better? he smirked at her teasingly. K-Kijima-san! she squeaked and he started laughing. She hit his shoulder and he was amazed that she was already comfortable enough with him to do so. Hurry it up. Its getting late and Ive got to bring Cinderella home, he sat up, grabbing his garbage and balling it up. C-Cinderella, he heard her mumbling and he turned to see her picking up her stuff with her face bright red and a happy smile on her lips.

He did actually bring her straight home after that, noting in surprise that it seemed she lived at Darumaya, the place she mentioned shed previously worked at. It was, after all, he decided a bit too early to go in for the kill. Hed have to take his time with this one, and work hard and patiently, but he didnt really mind that at all. Kyoko seemed like she was one of a kind. She was quite worth it. Kijima was looking forward to it.

Chapter Two: In For the Kill Kyoko-chan, wanna go for some castella? Kyoko had been staring at the text for the past fifteen minutes. Shed hesitantly given a positive reply soon after shed gotten the messagebut now she couldnt help going back to the unexpected message and wonder, not for the first time, if she was imagining it. Shed never gotten mail from anyone other than Kanae before. Honestly, Kyoko didnt know what to think of Kijima. He wasnt what she expected. Since his arrival on set and his introduction to the Dark Moon cast, and basically the beginning of his work with them, she had never really interacted much with the actor. Or gotten close. They were polite to each other in meeting, a kind greeting passing by, and had good (if shallow and superficial) talks if they were with each other long or had to wait together. He was plenty flirty, as was his personality, and he even was with her. He never stepped over his boundaries or made anyone feel uncomfortable. He disliked fighting, and usually tried for diplomacy if he couldnt just outright find a way out. He knew how to cheer up or make anyone feel good, but especially women (Iizuka was a great example shed been fighting with her husband and had come to work upset, and Kijima had smoothly made the older woman flattered and feel better in no time; rumors said that hed also managed to get the couple to work things out and practically fix things himself). Kyoko, herself, had been on the receiving end of his generosity. When Ren had been scheduled to do something else and wasnt there, shed been in a slump about getting into Mios character because of a run in with stupid Sho at school. Kijima had shown up and managed to cheer her up and make her forget about her worries and even Sho, even though he hadnt helped her get into character like Ren would have. It was nice, though, that he had been focused on her well-being and making her feel better, even making the both of them forget and not be ready for work (even as far as Kijima being late for his costume fitting and sheepishly having to endure an angry lecture from the costume director hed merely stood there and listened and then apologized, though the discreet wink he sent over to Kyoko told her he wasnt too bothered). And then there was last night, where he had actually hung out with her. It was sounexpected. Hed never gone that far as to spend so much time with her or actually seek her out. Of the women on set, though he pretty much talked and got along with everyone and was equally attentive to all the women there, Itsumi and Oohara were the two he most spent time with. Hed never before actively sought her out, or chose her in particular to be with. She didnt know what to make of it all. Especially now that it seemed he was making a habit of it, and looked like he wanted to continue spending time with her and getting to know her.

Is 3 okay? Can I pick you up? Kyoko stared at the newest text. Her hands hesitantly moved to her phone and with a few clicksshe agreed and then waited anxiously for the older man to arrive. She was startled out of her thoughts when her phone buzzed and she saw another text from Kijima telling her he was there. Surprised, she glanced at the time and saw it was 3 already. Eyes widening, she tried to hurriedly fix herself up, and then rushed out and grabbed her jacket. She had made it to the interior of the restaurant, only to see Kijima already there and politely chatting up the kind couple she was staying with. Ah, Kijima-san, you didnt have to get out of your car! she blurted out in embarrassment. He looked at her puzzled, but gave her a sweet smile. I didnt mind. Besides, why wouldnt I come to get you? Its only polite. She flushed red, though she didnt want to, at his gentlemanly courtesy and wondered (not for the first time) if one could be a gentleman while being a playboy? Could the two traits really coexist in one person? Because the only way she could really describe Kijima was some kind of gentleman playboy. Goodbye, Kijima cheerily told the old couple, giving a kind smile to them as he offered his arm to Kyoko. Still red, Kyoko accepted the arm and said her goodbyes to them as well before she was led out. The place I saw sells a really amazing and unusual castella. I thought youd like it. You like sweets, right? Kijima asked her. Kyoko smiled widely at him. Yes. I love pastries and desserts. I like to try making them myself, but when I can afford to try it somewhere, its always nice to be able to get to try it there. I love sweets, Kijima echoed her wide smile. You can think of me asa kind of sweet hunter sometimes, he chuckled lightly. Id love to try some of what you make. Flattered and blushing even more now, she nearly tripped into Kijimas car as he opened the door for her. You alright there? Yeah, Im good! Again avoiding any Fuwa Sho songs (she was so happy and relieved that Kijima didnt like his music, and even seem to dislike said music and artist greatly), he drove them to a very homely diner.

Kijima eagerly ushered her inside and she had to watch her smile at his enthusiasm. However, once hed ordered the castella and had it delivered to them, she couldnt help gasping. A black castella? Wait until you actually take a bite, Kijima smugly said. So she took a bite of a slice hed cut for her, and hummed in pleasure. The coloring was dark, so she like the colorful ama natto topping, and could taste the black sesame and muscovado that was mixed in. Good, right? Kijima excitedly asked. Yes~ Kyoko thought it was more than good. Good, and then Kijima startled her as he leaned over and his face was too close to hers, further surprising her as his tongue darted out and licked at the corner of her mouth. She jerked back in her seat and stared at him in shock, before panicking and glancing around them to see if anyone else had seen that. But no one else had paid them any attention, and they were luckily enough secluded. Sorry, you had a bit near your mouth, Kijima said nonchalantly, and she continued to stare at him and his blas attitude. He was acting like he hadnt done something incrediblyodd (what else was she to call it?) and was acting perfectly normal and like it was fine. His eyes darkened and he stared back at her in challenge. She inwardly shivered (but she wasnt sure why she did) and was very sure that Kijima was completely certain that what he did had unnerved her and was waiting for her to call him out on it or to do something about it. She stayed quiet and backed down, knowing this was too unknown a territory for her to travel in. His eyes lightened back to normal and he was back to normal, bringing up the new storyline that was being introduced to the drama they were in. In safer territory, she talked with him more securely and became as lively about the discussion as he had. She told herself to forget the encounter and put it out of mind. When they finished up there, theyd headed to his car. She hadnt actually thought theyd do anything else, but as soon as theyd both sat in the car, Kijima had turned to her with a serious look on his face. He opened his mouth but then shut it, glancing away from her in frustration. He turned on the car and the radio immediately sprung to life. Im going in for the kill. Im doing it for the thrill

Fuck, he cursed in his head. He ran a hand through his hair and looked at Kyoko wanly. Thatsoddly prophetic, he said, confusing her. Look, Im not quite sure how to handle you in this kind of situation. Im plenty sure about my skills in flirting and with enticing you, but for thisSo Im just going to be blunt about it and be straight with you, Kijima told her plainly. Feeling off-tilted and still confused, Kyoko nodded to show she understood his wish, if not the why behind what he was trying to do. Kyoko-chan, I wanna have a little fun. The thing is, I want to with you, Kijima leaned a little too close to her and her breath sped up as her face heated up. To be plain, you know I like to get together with women. I wont push youbut how about it? Do you want to have a little fun with me? he smirked roguishly and she inhaled sharply, eyes widening as she finally understood what he was getting at. After staying quiet for a few seconds, she saw Kijima nod and grin wryly, moving away from her. Its alright, Kyoko-chan. If you dont want to, you dont want to. If you want me to take you home now, I could. Or we could find some other thing to do I think theres a new Apple store that opened in the mall Isnt that kind of thing something people do for love? she blurted out, interrupting him. Kijima blinked and turned back to her. Well he looked thoughtful and then looked at her in scrutiny. She felt her blush darkened. Once again, he moved closer to her, putting his arm around her shoulders and drawing her to him. No, it doesnt have to be, he murmured, his breath fanning across her face as he gave her a heated look. She could smell the castella theyd eaten on his breath, and involuntarily licked her lips. His eyes darted down to her mouth at the action before looking back into her eyes, his eyes again darkening. She dazedly noticed that his usually green eyes were gray when that happened. Kijima had pretty greenish-gray eyes Before she could think anymore, his lips were on hers and she realized that she was finally having her first kiss. With Kijima. In his car. And she wasnt moving away or freaking out. In fact, he was easily enticing her into moving with him. Hed managed to lift her up from her seat and somehow transfer her onto his lap, pushing her up against his window as his hands found their purchase behind her, flat against the mid of her back and curved around her waist. His chest was pressed against hers, and hed moved the hand firmly planted on her waist up and entangled it within her hair, using it to push her head more against him.

And when his tongue slid against her lower lip and dipped into her mouth when she gasped at that, she couldnt help her hands flying from their awkward perch on his door to clutch at the front of his shirt. By the time hed pulled away, she was out of breath and breathing heavily, with her head feeling like it had short-circuited. Maybe we should move this and continue somewhere a little more comfortable, he looked at her and she could see the desire in his eyes, even hidden as much as Kijima was able to. But there was still a question in those very same eyes, giving her yet another chance to back out and that there wouldnt be any hard feelings. Where are we going then? Whatwhat should I be doing? she tried not to let her voice sound shaky. Put on your seatbelt, he told her, voice steady but quiet. She slowly moved back onto her seat and put on her seatbelt. Getting his answer, Kijima put the car out of park and into drive, getting out of the parking lot. Without further ado, Kijima headed to his destination and Kyoko wasnt quite sure what she was getting into. But she didnt want to and definitely wasnt going to back off and change her mind now. And she admitted she was a little curious (maybe a lot actually) about this whole thing and that she really liked the feelings and sensations Kijima made her feel. She liked what he was doing to her and didnt want to stop now. Though the drive was quiet, it wasnt too uncomfortable. It was tense, but it was the kind of tension that Kyoko had never experienced before and made her feel hot for some reason. It wasit was some kind of sexual tension, she could guess. It was made even more prominent when Kijima moved a hand over and put it heavily on her leg. That it began to gently rub through the cloth of her skirt, made the tension feel so solid she could cut it with a knife. At least, she thought so. His hand stayed at that spot, thankfully, but its continuous and warm rubbing wound her up and she couldnt help her breath speeding up once more. She was almost glad when they finally made it to wherever was his destination and also of when he took his hand off, but she also admitted to the equal disappointment she felt. And then she was realizing she was probably heading to his apartment. Back to being nervous (and the realization that she was actually there, this was really happening, and she was about to and had actually made the decision to go with Kijima and dowhatever it

is he had in mind), she said nothing as Kijima led her to the elevator in the parking lot and then they were soon enough out of it and heading to his penthouse. When they were finally inside of Kijimas home, she watched as he smoothly took off his jacket and tossed it aside. He ran his hand through his hair and then turned to her with a small grin. He held out his hand to her. Let me take your jacket, he said softly, and when she hesitantly handed it over he put it with his own discarded jacket. Then he was stepping closer to her and got right into her personal space, eyes roving from her head to toe. Kyoko-chan, you know I dont force others to be with me, right? he spoke gently, his hand moving to brush her hair behind her ear and then cup her face. She looked at him and then took a deep breath, steeling herself. She stepped closer to him and closed the rest of the distance, moving to the tip of her toes to tentatively kiss his lips. I know, she said. Im sorry. Im just nervous. Kijima gave her a reassuring smile and then took her hand as he led her up the stairs and into his room. Once there, he turned and then kissed her lightly before closing the door behind her. She was led to his huge bed (what was with the actors in her life and huge beds?) and sat down on the edge. She was embarrassed to let out a squeak when Kijima lifted one of her legs and began to place sweet kisses, starting from the ankle and working his way up. He briefly gave her a small smile before he continued, and she tried to relax herself. When he gently laid her back onto his bed and hovered over her, she tried not to close her eyes and squeeze them tight. Kyoko-chan, whats your most erotic fantasy? he asked her and she couldnt help at least squeaking in her head. M-my most erotic fantasy? she repeated, feeling her face heat up. When he gave her another one of his reassuring smiles, she tried not to babble her response. Umkissing. Thatsthats as far as my mind comes up with. What Ive done so far. Which was with you. She saw his eyebrows rise up slightly and couldnt help feeling embarrassed again. Thats really the extent of your experience? he asked her curiously and she was relieved that he didnt sound mocking or something of the like. Youve never experimented with anyone or did anything short of actual intercourse? Have you ever touched yourself? She shook her head, still embarrassed and hoping Kijima didnt think she was boring and unappealing now.

A part of her had liked that Kijima had been disproving Sho about his words about her I-I guess Im rather boring and all, huh Kijima-san? she laughed weakly, looking away from him. She was jerked back to the present happenings when Kijima gave her another one of his heartstopping kisses. Not at all, he murmured against her lips, looking at her with half-lidded eyes. He smirked. I find it really hot and kind of erotic myself, that I get to be the first to do anything with you. Then she felt his hand glide down her belly, down her thigh, and then slip under her skirt. She automatically bit her lip when she felt two of his fingers brush against her most intimate spot above her underwear. Lesson one, he said playfully. In which one utilizes their fingers and hands to bring themselves or their partner to orgasm. Case a handjob or fingering. And then his fingers were slowly rubbing her through her panty, keeping a steady pace and becoming torturously slow to her. Kijima was on his side, one arm under her and supporting her, while the other was busy creating a heavenly and hellish buildup between her legs. Youre so wet already, Kyoko-chan, he teased. And Ive just started. She whimpered. He suddenly pinched her clit through the cloth of her panty and she cried out. She could feel his smirk against her cheek. Dont hold back, Kyoko, his voice sounded rough. He pushed the palm of his hand as roughly against her as hed sounded. My place is soundproof. Let me hear you. And then he was pushing aside her underwear and inserting a finger into her vagina, swirling it around and then curving it. He pulled it back and then pushed back in, and she felt him brush his thumb against her clit after the fifth time. Then he was putting in another finger and then a third, and then he was thrusting them in and out of her at the same time as he began to repeatedly flick his thumb against her clitoris. She could feel his fingers inside of her, more so as they kept their motions up. By then, she knew she was babbling nonsensical things and that she was practically incoherent. Kyoko was pretty sure she (or at least her body) didnt care. You should see your face, Ky-o-ko~, he sing-songed into her ear, nuzzling it before pressing a kiss against her temple. So beautiful.

N-ngh, she moaned. But the words he said cut through her mindless haze and she felt extremely giddy. Beautiful. Hed called her beautiful. And this was without the aid of magic and makeup K-Kijima-saaan! she bucked upwards and he took advantage of her movement to thrust in at the same time, and this time hitting her sweet spot with accurate aim. She let out a full scream then and could feel herself cumming on his fingers. She watched mesmerized as Kijima sat up and began licking his fingers clean of her juices, her mouth dropping and feeling herself start to drip again at the erotic display. Then he leaned over to her and nuzzled her shoulder affectionately. Sankyuu, Kyoko, he kissed her shoulder, and hearing her name without an attachment and from himand with such a husky toneIt made her shudder delightfully. I had lots of fun. Isis that all? Were notwere not going to do anything else? she asked hesitantly. He kissed her cheek before backing off, his wry grin making her want to grin back but she wanted to know why he wasnt going to do more with her. Kyoko-chan, youre a virgin, right? Thats one thing, but with you having not done anything at all and actually not knowing anythingIt kind of makes me feel like Im taking advantage of you if I go further. Butbut you still havent beensatisfied, Kyoko blushed red, noticing the huge bulge in his pants. Salright. I wanted to make this about you and make you feel good. I can take care of myself in the bathroom, he said sheepishly, but she frowned. Can I watch you? she blurted out, startling him and surprising him with her request. He looked at her calculatingly before shrugging. Alright. He moved up slowly and got off the bed, and she could tell his erection was bothering him. But he kept on, grabbing a chair and moving it to the foot of the bed. He unbuckled his belt slowly and then sat down, gazing at her in interest. She licked her lips and then crawled closer, settling herself comfortably on her knees as she hunched over and leaned on the weight of her hands as she leaned to watch. Kijima chuckled and his grin came back. I suppose I should give you some kind of show then?

Even as she turned red, Kijimas eyes became hooded as he focused his gaze on her, his hands gliding up his thighs and then slowly unzipping his pants. Aware that her mouth had opened and that she was actually slightly panting, Kyokos red face darkened as she watched closely and felt rather like a pervert right then. God, but Kijima was being so sexy with his slow and minimal movements. Had he done this before? Did he frequently give shows to other women? How was he so good at this ? Thank you, but no actually, Kijimas amused voice cut into her inner monologue, and she realized in horror that shed been thinking aloud. I dont actually do this often and havent done it before. I guess for this you get to be my first, Kyoko-chan. One hand gripped the base of his shaft as the other took it out of his pants. He took leisure movements, slowly rubbing his cock in front of her. She watched as after a few rubs, precum began to gather at the tip. Seeing her eyes gazing intently there, Kijima brushed his thumb against the top, swiping a bit of precum and spreading it a little. Kyoko swallowed heavily, her mouth feeling dry. He sped up to a more normal pace and she looked up from his moving hand on his erect cock, to see him staring right back at her. Their eyes locked and stayed that way for a few more moments, his hand never stopping. And then she crawled off the bed and moved towards him, curiously kneeling between his sprawled legs and stilled his hand with hers. Kijima-san, she murmured, looking up at him from under her eyelashes. His cock stiffened up even more from the unintentionally sexy look. Please teach me. I want to know about all this. I want you to be the one who teaches me. Please, Sensei. You said this didnt have to be for love. He held back his groan and instead studied her face. She could tell he was considering it and tried to not show any more nervousness or hesitation, drawing whatever courage she could from Mio and even a little from Angel B. And then he took his hand off his cock and replaced it over hers, closing tighter around his shaft. He started to show her just the way he liked to be jerked off.

Chapter Three: Dirty. Little. SECRET. Kijima bit his lip as their combined hold on his shaft caused him to cum faster than he was expecting. He panted harshly, feeling sweat drip off his brow, though he looked up and watched Kyoko watch his cock spurt cum out in fascination. He cracked a grin and took her attention away from it, pulling her into a heated kiss. You hungry? he croaked, slowly catching his breath. She blinked. Huh? His grin quirked up a little more, though he did understand how odd it was to switch from sex to food. Its dinner, sweetheart. What are you feeling up to eating? They had, after all, spent around just two hours at the diner. And their little tte--tte in his room was pretty sure around an hour as well. Driving times varied, but also added to what time theyd taken together. Glancing at the clock, his calculation was right that it was about 7:00-ish. Im craving Chinese takeout, he finally decided, looking at her questioningly. She put up her hands. No, no. I really dont want to continue to be a bother to Kijima-san, or to further impose on you Kijima shook his head, his grin turning wry. Kyoko-chan, I just fingered you and you just jerked me off. There is definitely no imposing on anyone in here. Please, just feel free to make yourself comfortable and feel at home. I offer at least that. Chinese is good then, she murmured, flopping back on his bed and did a full body stretch that did wonders for his imagination and began to stir him up again. Indulging himself, he climbed on top of her and began splattering kisses all over as he moved up and focused on her neck and then trailed up her chin and to her lips, enjoying her squeaks and moans equally. My heart keeps stopping. Is that normal? Kyoko muttered dazedly. He just chuckled and planted one last kiss on her lips before getting off and making himself presentable to go out. Ill be back, okay? He heard her mutter something incoherently and he shook his head in amusement as he moved out, grabbing his jacket. He made the decision to walk, since his favorite Chinese restaurant was only a block away. On the way there, he used his cell phone to call the place she was staying at.

Hello? Hello, is this the Darumaya? Yes, who is this? and since he was calling the home line, he did get it was a little odd. This is Kijima Hidehito, from earlier? I was calling to ask if it was okay if Kyoko-chan ended up crashing at my apartment. Were about to have dinner, but I think she might be too exhausted after to go anyway and might just fall asleep. Oh, Kijima-san! I remember your voice now. Is Kyoko-chan okay? Yes, shes just tired. I see. Well, I dont want to disturb her. Thank you for your kindness. Please take care of her. Kijima bowed politely as he finished up on the phone. No, thank you for your kindness. Ill make sure shes taken cared of. After that, he hurried over to order their dinner and then waited for a little bit for the food to finish before he started jogging back. By the time hed reached home, Kyoko was on her front and lying comfortably on his bed, drifting in and out of sleep. Hey now, eat a little first before going to sleep. Dont skip a meal, he murmured, just the slightest tinge of a teasing tone entering his voice to make Kyoko feel a little more at ease. Alright, she sighed, reluctantly sitting up and settling more comfortably on the bed. They started eating, but Kijima noticed that the entire time Kyokos face was entirely red and she wouldnt look at him. It was cute and he couldnt help smiling while watching her, but her continuing to avoid looking at him made his smile falter. Kyoko-chan, do you regret it? he asked softly. N-no! she said immediately, jerking her head up to stare at him. Im justembarrassed. Agreeing to something like this is really unlike meand doing all thatits something new to me. Its, um, weird. Doing those kinds of things. Kijima couldnt help laughing lightly, looking at her fondly. I understand, Kyoko-chan. You do seem like the type to be shy about this stuff, which is why I was kind of surprised you went along with it and that you wanted to watch in the end. Maybe theres a little part inside of you thats rather naughtier, eh Kyoko~ he teased, pleased to see her bright red and stuttering, further entertaining him with her lively expressions.

Ah, Kijima-san, she started again, a little later when they were finishing up eating. I was wonderingwhat are we now? I meanwe were just starting to become friends er, we were, werent we? she asked anxiously, wondering if she was wrong. He gave her a reassuring smile and nod, so she continued with her question. So what now? Were not lovers, because theres no love, here, she had scrunched up her nose and he had to wonder now if maybe she had something against love. That was the second time, if he recalled right Were friends, right? So Id say were like friends withbenefits, Kijima explained hesitantly. Actually, that is the actual term for our kind of relationship, outside of being friends in general. Friends with benefits? she blinked. Kijima nodded. FWBs are friends who decide to sleep together, casually, and not be in an actual relationship and have no strings attached. So its the sex without the intimacy, aside from the physical intimacy and friendship. Kyoko bit her lip and nodded vaguely a few times to show she understood the concept, getting lost in thought. You tired still? he murmured to her. She smiled sheepishly and he went over to her and grabbed her trash and cleaned up a bit as he talked. You can go ahead and crash on my bed, he told her. I called your place to check in and tell them youd probably stay the night, considering your first time and all, which usually makes a person tired and wiped out. So not imposing, he finished, adding the last part adamantly and interrupting her before she could protest. She pouted and he just grinned at her. Once shed easily fallen back to sleep, his grin fell away and he slumped in his seat and ran a hand through his hair, an ingrained habit since high school. What was he doing? Why would he agree to such a thing? He had sex, he didnt teach it. He had no idea how he would. How was he going to coach Kyoko through something like that, and what exactly would he be teaching anyways? How do you teach sex in the first place? He gave his word though, and he wouldnt take it back. He hated that kind of thing, and anyone who easily or uncaringly did so wasnt someone he cared for. He definitely wouldnt do that to Kyoko. That still begged the question of what the heck was he going to teach her? Or how. What was she even expecting?

He could just start with the basics, what people should know about. They covered hands. He guessed oral would be next, and then actual penetration. Was he actually going to teach all that? Kijima wasnt even sure how itd gotten to this point, actually. He was kind of surprised that it had ended this way, and that hed gotten to have Kyoko. Hed expected hed have to take time, coax her, especially since Kyoko seemed the really wary type about that kind of thing. But that shed gone along with it She really was an unpredictable and surprising one. He was surprised at himself as well. He had expected hed have to take time, that he had to be patientso he didnt understand why hed just thrown that idea out the window while hed taken her out to eat castella. He was never usually that aggressive. He had never been. So to actually be that way, especially with the likes of Kyoko But a part of him had felt like he just knew that Kyoko was a challenge. More that he could challenge her and that something told him there was something in her that could bite back. That Kyoko could be the one that fought back; not Mio or whoever, but Kyoko. So hed taken that leap and risk. He wasnt sure hed landed. Sighing to himself, he rummaged around for his laptop, his textbooks and notes, and set them at his desk. Making sure his laptop was turning on correctly, he started organizing his notes and turned the pages in his textbooks to the right places, before he turned back to his laptop and typed in the password. Finding his glasses, he put them on and then began to do some work. It was some time later that he heard rustling and then Kyokos voice. Youre still up, Kijima-san? she still sounded sleepy. Hm? Yeah. You alright? Sore, she murmured, letting out a yawn after. Wait until you actually go all the way, he teased her and he could imagine her red face as he heard her sputter. Hmph, pervert, she muttered, getting up and crossing over to his bathroom. She was quick in there and then she was curiously heading over to him, sitting patiently by his feet. What are you doing? she couldnt help asking.

He stopped and looked at her with an embarrassed smile. Schoolwork. The answer surprised her. Schoolwork? Un. After high school, I quit with education and booked it straight to Tokyo to get serious on my acting career. I worked as a child actor a little, didnt work at all during junior high, and then had sporadic work during high school. It was all little stuff, or side roles, but I wanted to be bigger than that and admittedly was big-headed and arrogant then. I was, at least, ambitious, he grinned silly at her. But now that Im older and have actually made it rather big, I wanted to get back into my schooling a bit. Actually do college, since I skipped it to start acting. I must seem kind of stupid, huh? he laughed a little. She shook her head, leaning against his legs. Nuh uh. SidesI skipped high school. I finished junior high and then moved here, to Tokyo. I missed first year, but the President of LME was nice enough to get me into a special high school, and Ive been studying in second year now. You think I can do college? Though he wanted to question her about why she didnt go to high school at first and had moved to Tokyo, and also about her President doing such a huge favor so easily and without asking for something, he bit back those questions to answer hers. Sure, why not? You could do some college classes already; do classes for prerequisites or gen ed that get counted for later on when you get into an actual college. What do you want to major in? Kyoko grew sheepish, grinning shyly. Not really sure. How about Kijima-san? Me? Im majoring in chemical engineering. Kyoko froze, her grin stuck on her face as she stared at him. She blinked. Then she mentally crawled to his mental bed, crawled under the mental covers, burrowed herself deep into it, and had a good mental cry. She was tempted to do it for real. C-chemical engineering? Wow That was all she could get out. Kijima became sheepish too, laughing slightly as he rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment. Yeah, I know. I dont look the type, right? Or seem. Kyoko blushed. No, not really. Well, maybe a little, with those glasses. I didnt know you wore glasses. Kijima grabbed his glasses and held them up. These? Theyre actually more reading glasses. I dont usually need them, except for long, and I mean really long, amounts of reading I have to do. I dont even use them for scripts. Just schoolwork, textbooks, reading books, stuff like that.

Ah. I see. How long are you still going to be up, Kijima-san? Not too long, he ruffled her hair, and she was instantly reminded of the time they first hung out. Ill be done soon. You can head back to bed first. She shook her head. Ill wait for Kijima-san. His lips twitched up, but he didnt say anything and went back to focus on his work. She repeatedly started to nod off while she waited, but she stubbornly stayed up and waited for him, even while leaning against his legs. He finished up and turned off his laptop, and she finally scurried over to his bed, plopping down on it lazily. He chuckled in his head and followed after, slipping off his button up and his pants, leaving only his boxers on to sleep in. He didnt say anything to the bright red blush decorating Kyokos face, but he did make a pleased hum in his head as he slipped into his bed beside her. Hey, Kyoko-chan. Im a cuddler. You dont mind me cuddling, do you? N-no, its fine. This time, he was much more vocal with his pleased hum as he scooted right next to her and hugged her close. He had no idea why most guys complained about cuddling and saying it was girly or something. He loved cuddling. So soft + + + + + + When Kijima woke up, he found his makeshift teddy bear was no longer beside him. Instead, he blinked and realized he was cuddling up to a pillow. Inwardly pouting, he wondered where Kyoko had gone off to, and thought that maybe she had finally freaked out and had snuck out of his apartment. Getting up slowly, he lethargically stumbled out of his room and then was surprised to smell the delicious aroma of food. Hearing someone in his kitchen, he followed the noises and also let his nose lead him to where Kyoko was cooking tamagoyaki, with Western-styled sausages and buttered toasts already set up at the table. She was wearing his button up and only that, having probably snagged it on the way to start cooking breakfast (he had been pondering why Kyokos clothes were scattered on his floor

earlier). He admired the way it clung to her, and let his eyes appreciate the lovely view. He was such a sucker for women in his clothing, and Kyoko especially looked perfect in his shirt Ah, good morning, Kijima-san! Kyoko greeted him cheerily, turning from the stove for a second to grant him a smile. He grinned back. Ehhh, Kyoko-chan is making me breakfast? Un! Itskind of a thank you. For yesterday, Kyoko explained shyly, her face starting to turn red. It was all I could think I could do to pay Kijima-san back Kijima felt really warm inside. No ones ever really done something like this for him, and he was really touched. Actually, no ones ever really cooked for him before and its been a really long time since hed had a homemade meal. Well, there was that one time where one of the girls hed dated had wanted to try to cook him something, and it really didnt end up well for him Slightly apprehensive after remembering that time (but not showing it), he tried a bite and hoped it tasted as good as it looked (because he really didnt want it to taste like acid and he was already giving points for the food looking at least edible). He practically melted at the taste. Strike that. He was totally not counting that time with whatever her name was. Kyoko was definitely the first person to do something like this. Kyoko-chan! This is delicious! he exclaimed, hands itching to take another sausage and a toast, but he didnt want to be rude and start without her, especially since she wasnt even done cooking. Youre making me want to be impolite and start in on the food already. Kyoko laughed lightly. Im almost done with the rolled omelets. Promise! Okay, okay. Ill make some coffee. You want some? Kijima headed over to his coffeemaker. No, its fine. I dont really like coffee. I usually drink some green tea or water in the morning, Kyoko said as she started to finish up. I have green tea bags, Kijima offered before becoming sheepish. I do the bare minimum of making things. I am a bachelor, you know. Kyoko giggled and shook her head, putting the tamagoyaki onto plates and bringing it to the table. Kijima joined her, leaving his coffee to brew while he brought over her green tea. Itadakimasu! they both said before beginning to eat. When his coffee finished brewing, he made himself a cup and dumped a bunch of sugar and creamer into it. Kyoko fought back a smile, though it was obvious.

You really do have a sweet tooth, she finally just let herself full out grin at him. He returned it good naturedly. I need coffee in the morning to be coherentbut I will never take it straight. They shared a laugh before going back to their meal. Afterwards, they were getting ready for the day, since they both had work on the Dark Moon set. Kijima had his clothes ready and hed found some old clothes an ex-girlfriend had left for Kyoko to use. Impatient and an idea growing in his head, he slipped into his bathroom, where he had let Kyoko take a shower first. He stripped down and snuck in. Kijima-san! Kyoko squeaked, and Kijima just gave her a silly grin. But Kyoko-chan~ After each lesson, we should keep up practice and make sure you can keep it up. So lets see what youve learned, Kijima grinned mischievously, but though she squeaked again, she threw herself at him and gave him a sloppy kiss that he slowed down and reminded her of control. She reached down and he followed her lead. Needless to say, the shower was needlessly long. When they finally got out, Kyokos face was amusingly bright red from embarrassment and Kijima was chuckling. As they went to brush their teeth in front of his sink, he tossed her an unopened case of a toothbrush and she gave him a look. You buy extra toothbrushes in case of women staying over? she couldnt help smirking. He snorted. No. I save toothbrushes I get from the dentist. They stack up, you know? She giggled at him anyway. Soon enough, they were in his car and heading to the Dark Moon set. While in the car, Kyoko gained a pensive look on her face that Kijima quickly noticed, though he waited for her to talk to him first. Um, Kijima-sanI was wondering, when will the nextlesson be? she blushed. Kijima gave a polite cough, just barely refraining from blushing himself. SoI was thinking, a serious schedule, I guess, should be on Sundays. Considering that we usually are off on Sunday, so anything new should be then. We work through the week, and I guess I could make you research something through then, in the meantime, Kijima did gain a slight blush then, which relieved Kyoko a bit. But then he still managed a naughty grin next.

Then again, well also practice what you learned through the week, so youll gain experience and skill. Kyoko buried her face in her hands and Kijima started to laugh. Disappointed at the spaced out schedule? he asked slyly. Slightly, she shot back mockingly, though she was honest. But practice makes up for it. Honestly, where was she getting all this bravado from? She didnt think she had it in her. Her hair was ruffled and she ducked her head from his hand, steadfastly staring out her window and ignoring the pout she had on her lips. It wasnt too long that they reached the Dark Moon set, and Kijima parked at his spot. They walked through the parking lot until they reached the buildings entrance, and Kijima gestured her to go ahead. Im just going to have a quick smoke, he explained, taking a cig out and holding it up for her to see. Ill see you inside. When she was gone, he took out his Visol and clicked the button. Once the flame lit up, he held it to the end of his cigarette. Hed just put away his lighter and had inhaled the nicotine, when Tsuruga Ren casually strolled up to him. Tsuruga-kun, he greeted around his cigarette and held up a hand. Tsuruga gave one of his usual smiles and nodded back to return the greeting. Kijima-kun. Cutting it a little close, arent you? Its almost time to start. Really? Huh. Damn. I guess I should finish up, hm? Kijima took one last drag and then dropped the cig to the floor, stepping on it after. One moment, Kijima-kun, Tsuruga interrupted him, just as he turned to start to head in. Curious, Kijima stayed put and waited patiently for the other man to say what he wanted to him. I saw you arrive with Mogami-san earlier. May I enquire why? Kijimas eyebrows flew up in surprise, though he started feeling a little uneasy. I caught her on the way. She was walking, so I asked her if shed like a ride the rest of the way here, he lied smoothly, keeping a straight face. He had a feeling that Tsuruga wouldnt like the idea of him spending any kind of time with Kyoko, so it would be best to simplify it as much as possible. Especially with the actual activities the two of them were up to, he was sure Tsuruga wouldnt approve. Hed have to

keep it the least bit suspicious. Besides that, he didnt think Kyoko would like her LME sempai to know about it, so hed have to hush it up as much as he could, for her sake. I see, Tsuruga murmured. Kijima-kun, Id like to ask you to stay away from Mogami-san as much as you can. Kijima blinked, caught off guard by the sudden and unusual request. What? Why? he couldnt help blurting out. Tsuruga looked at him seriously, despite still smiling. I know how you are, Kijima-kun. Mogami-san isnt like most girls. Shesmuch too innocent and nave, especially for your kind of advances. Im just saying it would be best if you were to focus your attentions elsewhere, or not to become too close to Mogami-san, aside from work. Besides, she isnt your type anyways. He gave a nod to Kijima and went into the building. Kijima scowled, feeling agitated after that encounter. Geez, Tsuruga was taking his sempai role a little too seriously. And who was he to tell Kijima to keep away from Kyoko? He didnt own Kyoko or could tell her what to do (and it wasnt like he was her father!), and he couldnt tell Kijima what to do either. He wasnt the boss of Kijima, and Kyoko was free to make her own choices. He also didnt like the unintentional insinuations about his person Innocent and nave! Kyoko wasnt Well, on that point, Kijima conceded that Kyoko usually rather was. But she totally had a much bolder, and even naughtier side to her; one he was going to thoroughly and smugly enjoy digging deep and bringing it out of her. Not his type? After careful consideration and looking back on time well spent with her, Kijima firmly decided that Mogami Kyoko was totally his type. He stomped inside, regretting that he did so (but unable to help it due to his mood), and glanced around. Things were still being set up, but almost finished. He spotted Kyoko by Itsumi and Oohara, and caught her attention. In the corner of his eye, he caught Tsuruga looking over and the smile hed readied for Kyoko instantly died down. Instead, he formed an impersonal smile towards Kyoko and nodded, and then turned nonchalantly towards the refreshment table to get himself a bottle of water. Even though Tsuruga wouldnt know about it because it was a secret, Kijima was going to utterly enjoy keeping this dirty little secret with Kyoko. + + + +

+ + Kyoko saw Kijima come in and tried to smile brightly at him. However, he only smiled impersonally and gave her a nod, confusing her greatly. But then her eyes followed as he walked over to the refreshment table, and caught Ren watching Kijima closely with narrowed eyes. She understood Kijima had to keep up appearances and throw off suspicion, but she couldnt help feeling despondent anyway. Ohhh, someones happy, Momose Itsumi snickered, catching Kyokos focus again. Kyoko looked up and realized that Itsumis amused gaze was directed towards Kijima, who was absentminded and smiling widely to himself. Oohara Airi giggled. I guess Kijima-san was successful with his latest conquest. I wonder who she is? Who cares? I bet The God Under the Sheets totally kept her satisfied, Itsumi had just barely refrained from cackling. GodUnderSheets? Kyoko blinked, staring at the two women. Both women exchanged glances, until Oohara took the lead with a mischievous grin. Thats what women who know Kijima-san, or know about Kijima-san, call him. Hes got quite the reputation, about how hes, like, really good in bed. Kyoko sputtered, unable to stop her face was turning immediately into a bright shade of red. Kyoko-chan is so cute, Itsumi grinned. I forget how nave or uncomfortable she gets about this kind of stuff. Conquest is the wrong word though, if were being serious, Oohara took a sip of her coffee. Its always consensual anyhow, or the sillier ones throw themselves at him. To be honest, Kijima-san can get a bit picky about who he chooses to spend his time with, when it comes to that kind of thing. On a more respectful note, instead of conquest, I guess latest partner fits better. Who cares? Itsumi grinned. I want to use conquest right to his face, just to tease him and make him sputter and protest vehemently, before he starts pouting. Hell sulk about it too, that player. Then hell probably get even by stealing all the glazed donuts, which he knows I like, and itll all be good. Kyoko wanted to say things about Kijima too. Like how he was a college student, how he had glasses and looked great with them, that he had a sweet tooth, and confirm a bit of their gossip about his skills in bed

But Kyoko wasnt supposed to really know Kijima, and therefore all of that, so she wouldnt have a reason to know or tell them any of it. To be honest, Kijima wouldnt have cared about telling everyone about him and Kyokos odd friends with benefits relationship, and would have probably been okay with people knowing. It was Kyoko who had insisted, while not vocally but just through a silent understanding, that it would be kept secret. Really, most would think that Kyoko would be his dirty little secret, butit was more like the other way around. Truthfully, Kijima Hidehito was Kyokos dirty little secret.

Chapter Four: Lil Red and the Big Bad Wolf Okay, he said he was going to cool it and stay away for a bit or at least in front of others but this was just ridiculous, and he was already getting sick of it. He was bored, damn it, and he wanted to talk to Kyoko. Really, he was much too impatient to really stay away for long. No one could tell him or Kyoko who they could be friends with, and they were friends. Without further ado, Kijima casually strolled over to Kyoko, visibly taking out his script and purposely holding it away. Kyoko-chan~ I couldnt stay away, my dear, he grinned, winking at her. She giggled and scooted a bit, while Kijima slipped into place beside her. He leaned on the railings in front of them, using his elbows to support his weight, while deliberately putting his script up and tilting it so it looked like he was sharing it with her. So what in the world were you and the other girls gossiping about earlier, Kyoko-chan? he asked curiously. He became even more curious when he saw Kyoko turn red and look away from him. Oh now you have to tell me, his grin widened. We were talking about you, actually, she said dryly. At his interested look, she reluctantly expounded on that and his grin grew until it was practically splitting his face. I like that The God Under the Sheets. Im so proud of myself, Kijima half-joked. What an ego stroke. Kinda long though. How about God of Sex? Or just Sex God? Those are good. Why dont you go spread those around for me, huh? Maybe itll catch on. Your ego needs to deflate now, she deadpanned and Kijima just started snickering. Dont ruin my fun, my cute, little student, Kijima took a pencil and made a mark on his page. Kyoko blinked, staring at it. Whats that for? Nothing. Im just doing something, so your favorite reticent sempai doesnt murder me with his mind, Kijima said, startling her. Tsuruga, ten oclock. Kyoko almost looked up to see, but then Kijima tapped the eraser of his pencil against his script. Im serious, Kijima said earnestly. Tsuruga-kun is totally gunning for me. Dont giggle! His glare of daggers might turn into a glare of death if you look like youre enjoying my presence, more so if it seems outside of work.

Kyoko wanted to laugh and frown all at once. Kijima was being funny, but on the serious side, it sucked that it was because Kijima had to watch himself and that Ren was being kind of mean to Kijima for some reason. Really Kijima was nice and she liked being around him; Ren didnt have to keep her away or be so obstructive like this. So they continued to pretend to be talking over their scripts (while really talking about whatever), and made marks and drew stuff on their pages (Kijima had just finished making a rather talented portrait of a random bishoujo). Then it was time to start filming and Kijima and Kyoko were first up. They got into position and waited for the director to gesture for them to start. Immediately, they went into character and glared intensely at each other. Naoyuki-san, you are far from being honest and happy, arent you? Kyokos Mio practically purred as she stalked after Kijimas Naoyuki. Na-o-yu-ki~ It means honest and happiness, but youre serpent-tongued and have been miserable ever since you took your first step into town. Kijima made a sneer, replying as Naoyuki in a deceptively cheerful voice. Mio-chan, I think youre overestimating your dangerousness. Watch your step, chibi, or Ill happily cut you down to size. Mio scowled, leaning in close and invading his personal space. Ill find you first, and cut off every important limb you cherish, she stated factually with a dark undertone, just barely grazing his groin with her knee. Stay away from Mizuki. She is my prey, and no one else is allowed to hurt her. In extension, that makes Tachibana mine as well. Naoyuki wasnt put off, starting to suddenly smirk as he leaned in as equally close, closing the distance between them and leaning down so that his face was a hairs breadth away from Mio, who became alarmed before wiping that look off and fixing her scowl back on her unhappy face. Youre hogging all the fun, Mio-chan. I need a prey too. CUT! They straightened and turned back to normal, both of them surprised to see Director Ogata watching them in equal surprise. They focused on him, so they missed the stoic and inwardly stewing and mentally hyperventilating Ren, and the rest of the cast and crews shocked reaction to the different-than-usually-interpreted scene. Alright, n-next scene then! The Hongo parents and Katsukis argument, Director Ogata hesitantly pushed forward, though he kept glancing back at the two and thinking back to the scene and how it was acted. Itsumi nudged Oohara. Hey, remember when I suggested Mios character get a love interest? Oohara glanced at her warily. Youre still on about that?

Come on, itll make Dark Moon stand out, especially against the original. Tsukigomoris Mio never got a love interest; ours will be original and unique because of that, Itsumi insisted. And itll help Kyoko grow as an actress you know how shes always going on about that, wanting different roles to act, right? And itll get her over that weird thing over relationships she has. Youre not thinking Naoyuki though, right? Oohara asked hesitantly. Why not? Come on! Did you see that scene? Especially that last line! It was made for those two. It was supposed to be referring to Katsuki and Mizuki, but the way it came out made it sound like he talking about Mio. Im totally for NaMio! Oohara snorted. NaMio? Yes! It fits their name, see? And if I have to found it, damn it I will! Itsumi nodded decisively. Itll become a phenomenon, I tell you. Sure. The two were interrupted when Kijima and Kyoko came over, and they straightened and pretended they hadnt been having a conversation about the other twos charactersor their characters love lives Whats up, playboy? Itsumi greeted Kijima. Kyoko-chan. Dont call me that, Kijima pouted. Kyoko-chan, defend me! Kyoko stared at him, before turning to the other females. Did you see the donuts they had today? They didnt have donut holes this time Kijima pouted even more. Work, however, continued to resume, with everyone acting smoothly and nothing changing aside from Naoyuki and Mios oddly more intimate scenes. Ren was on the verge of protest, the urge to go to the director and speak out againstwhatever it was that was going on. Truthfully, nothing was obviously wrong or different. It just seemed that for some reason, Naoyuki and Mios scenes together seemed more charged than usual, and that a different sort of chemistry seemed to be afoot. When it came to Rens last chance to approach the director, it was too late. As soon as production for the day wrapped up, Director Ogata, his Assistant Director, and the creative team disappeared into a room. Iizuka Hiroko strangely accompanied them. However, Ren managed to see his co-star approach Kyoko, raising alarms in his head and making him scowl. Without further prompting, he strode over there.

So, Kyoko-chan, Im going to go hang out with a few friends tonight, and go clubbing. Do you want to come with? he heard Kijima asking her. Im sorry, Kijima-kun. I really doubt Mogami-san is into that kind of thing. I would think she would rather decline. Kijima and Kyoko turned to face him, hearing his interruption. I think that Kyoko-chan should make that decision herself, dont you think? Kijimas usually happy smile seemed rather stiff to Kyoko. And I think that she would be much too pressured and too polite to decline outright, Ren gave that fake smile she knew and disliked. Shes not helpless, Kijima hissed out, and yet he was still smiling. She doesnt understand and is too nave for that stuff. Shes not the usual girl you hang out with, Kijima-kun, Ren returned firmly, also still smiling. The two faced off, equally smiling, but yet not really meaning it as they narrowed their eyes at each other. Kyoko could tell they werent really smiling she knew Rens fake smiles and she also knew that Kijima was usually always smiling good naturedly or cheerfully, and it was obvious to see he was upset right now instead. Abruptly, Kijima turned to her. So, what about it, Kyoko-chan? I said she I was talking to Kyoko, Kijima snapped in a short tone, dropping the smile. I was speaking to her. I want to hear from her. So, Kyoko-chan? Do you feel like it? No pressure, of course. If you dont want to, its fine, he smiled at her gently. She smiled hesitantly back, though she glanced at Ren worriedly. Um, Ill think about it, Kijima-san, she smiled a little more surely, and was rewarded with a bright, happy grin from Kijima. Alright, sounds good. How about Ill ask you again after youre done in your dressing room? Kijima asked, completely ignoring Ren by then. Okay, she said, though she risked a glance at Ren. Kijima nodded at her and then left, and she was left awkwardly by Ren, who was extremely quiet.

Ill leave you to your dressing room then, Ren fake-smiled, and she almost scowled and called him out on it, only to hold herself back. She didnt want to draw any more of his ire or prompt him to make him say anything else about Kijima or her hanging out with him. She might realize she was very unhappy with him then. In her dressing room, she took off her wig first and then her clothes, changing into the ones shed borrowed from Kijima. Then she was fixing her hair back to normal when there was a knock on the door. Assuming it was Kijima already, she went to the door to let him in. Kijima-san, youre earl she cut herself off when she realized it wasnt Kijima but was one surprised and awkward Yashiro Yukihito standing there in front of her instead. Oh! Yashirosan, I apologize. I thought you were Kijima-san. Come in. Yashiro gave a smile as awkward as he looked. Actually, I dont think this will take long, so I wont come in. Im sorry I didnt know you were expecting Kijima-san. But, actually, this is about him. Kyokos smile grew hesitant. Yes? Yashiro licked his lips. I dont mean to be interfering, but I wanted to warn you about him. Kijima Hidehito is just one of those men. He loves women. He has fun toying with them, having all his fun with one and then moving on quickly to another. Hesa predator. He preys on women, Kyoko-chan. He comes after them, plays nice, and manipulates and pushes them into being with him until he has them right where he wants them in his bed. Kijima-san is very charming, no doubt about that. But hes meant to be, to charm young girls like you. This isthis is like Little Red Riding Hood and the Wolf, Kyoko-chan! Youre like sweet, innocent Little Red, and Kijima-sanhes an utter Wolf. And if youre not careful, hell justdevour you. I just know it. Kyoko stared aghast at him, feeling confused and uncertain. She hadnt expected this, hadnt expected to hear anything like this from Yashiro of all people. Th-thank you, Yashiro-san. I appreciate your concern and Im very grateful for your worry, was all she could say. He smiled pityingly at her. Im sorry, Kyoko-chan. I just wanted to warn you about the type of man Kijima-san is. He isnt who you think he is. I just dont want you to become like those other girls. Kyoko gave him a weak smile and after that Yashiro excused himself and left her alone with her chaotic thoughts. She stood by her door for a long minute, only to be interrupted and startled by the appearance of Kijima himself. He was smiling as usual, but something seemed off.

So has Little Red Riding Hood become afraid of going with the Wolf? Kyokos readied smile faltered and she flinched back, watching Kijima with wide eyes. He was still smiling his off-smile, staring at her steadily. Did he hear? Kijimas smile gentled, if looking slightly bitter, though his eyes revealed nothing about what he was thinking or feeling. They were darkened from their usual green into the stormy gray she knew came with intense emotion. Its okay, Kyoko-chan. I know. I understand. You dont have to come tonight. And if you feel uncomfortable with me now, I understand and wont hold it against you. Its your choice. Its always your choice. And if youre wary about being around me, its okay, Kijima said softly, and his smile twisted into some kind of hybrid between his gentle but bitter smile and his offsmile. But then he gave a helpless shrug and regretful grin. If you change your mind, you have my number, you know? Bye, Kyoko-chan. He turned away from her after that, shoving his hands into his pockets as he started to walk away. Her lips trembled and she wanted to speak out, but she felt frozen still. She heard him humming to himself before he began to quietly sing. Hey there Little Red Riding Hood, you sure are looking good. Youre everything a big bad wolf could want~ Her breath choked in her throat and she took a stumbled step forward. W-wait, Kijima-san! but he was already long gone by then. Her shoulders slumped and she stared at the ground, quite alone in her part of the building. Outside the Dark Moon set, Kijima leaned against the building and looked up at the darkening sky in exhaustion, a weary look on his face. Im gonna keep my sheep suit on, until Im sure that youve been shown that I can be trusted walking with you alone~ He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, pushing himself off the building before starting to walk dejectedly to his car.

Chapter Five: In the Company of Wolves Youre hogging all the fun, Mio-chan. I need a prey too. Director Ogata rewound it again from the beginning, biting his lip. It was the fourth time hed done so. Sir? Itsumi-san brought up the idea of Mios love interest some time ago, did she not? he asked softly to his team. They all traded hesitant looks with each other, while Iizuka tilted her head and watched with a neutral face. We all came here to discuss the idea, Director Ogata said quickly. Thats why we all rushed here, yes? And I specifically called in Iizuka-san to ask about how she felt about the idea and for her permission to go on with that direction, as the previous Mio. Kyoko-san can be informed if weve made a positive decision, but for now there is no need to worry her. Indeed, as soon as the day finished for the Dark Moon crew, Director Ogata and his team had given each other looks and immediately went straight into this room (bringing along Iizuka with them). The director hadnt immediately started the meeting, instead choosing to watch that particular scene again and again with fixation. The idea has meritbut Iizuka-san, how would you feel if we went with it? Director Ogata asked her. She raised an eyebrow slightly and smirked. It does have merit. Back then, Id always wondered about a possible subplot for her and a love interest. But Naoyuki? the Assistant Director asked hesitantly, knowing that was where they were all heading. Iizuka answered before Director Ogata could start to. Initially, back then, if anything would have happened, I would have thought of Katsuki, though one-sided for Mio. Howeverhave you seen that scene? she grinned suddenly. The group broke out into murmurs and grins at each other, before quieting down and looking to Director Ogata, who had cleared his throat to grab their attention. Then its settled. Well be working on a Naoyuki and Mio subplot, so lets work hard, everyone! Everyone expressed their enthusiastic agreement, before starting to sketch out scenes and interweaving them with the current story. Meanwhile, Kyoko had long left the Dark Moon set as

Director Ogata and the creative team had begun to work hard. After Kijima had left, shed hurried in her dressing room to look more appropriate in going outside and had rushed out to see if Kijima was still there. However, with lingering regret and quiet resignation of the knowledge he was probably already gone, she had looked around the emptying parking lot and knew that her thought had been right. Now shed entered the Darumaya when the dinner rush was just starting, feeling dejected and depressed. The couple that owned the restaurant noted her immediately, looking at each other in worry. After awhile, with a lull in customers and everyone currently eating, the couple let the other workers take charge for a moment, while they went to see to Kyoko. They found her curled in a ball on her futon in depression. Kyoko-chan, whats wrong? Kyoko turned miserably to the kind lady. She blurted out what had happened and then went back to being silent. The couple traded looks. We dont know Kijima-san as well as you do, but from what weve seen he seems to be a very nice man, Morishita Yoshino, Okami of the Darumaya, spoke gently. And it is up to you on how you view Kijima-san and whether or not you want to be near him, not us and certainly not this Yashiro-san. Youre a grown girl and you can make your own decisions, Morishita Fugaku, the Taisho counterpart to the restaurant, said gruffly. And you are always so serious and work too hard. Though I like that side of you, you should also act your age. Have fun every once and awhile, Kyoko-chan, Yoshino encouraged her. You should go ahead and go with Kijima-san, have fun in that club. Youyou dont mind? You dont think Id be acting irresponsible or should you really think I should be going to things like that? she asked hesitantly. Yoshino laughed lightly. Dear, were not your parents. Though of course we would want you to be safe and careful, and be responsible with yourself, we also want you to enjoy your youth. Mind you, Fugaku and I did some wild things back in our day, she winked at Kyoko, who giggled. Fugaku stayed silent, though there was a tinge of red on his cheeks. Okay then, Kyoko smiled, feeling lighter. Ill go call him. I really think Id like to go. The couple gave her a small smile and left her to it, and she hurriedly called Kijima with the hopes that hed answer quickly and wasnt gone already. Hello?

Kijima-san! Um, please dont hang up! she said quickly. He was quiet on the other end, worrying her, until he spoke up finally. Eh? Kyoko-chan, whyd you call? he asked, sounding normal. She really didnt think it was the case. You said to call you if I changed my mind. I changed my mind. I want to come with you, she rushed out, before biting her lip anxiously. He was silent again, but when he next spoke he was much more enthusiastic and sounding like his usual self. Thats great, Kyoko-chan! Im really happy. Ill come pick you up really quickly, so Ill see you soon. You dont have to dress up, he said eagerly. See you in a bit! Alright, bye, Kyoko said before hanging up. Then she sighed and waited. Rewound to when Kijima just left the parking lot, for awhile he just drove aimlessly before driving over to an old friends, who welcomed him but also raised an eyebrow at his appearance. Now if that isnt the look of a kicked puppy, Yuuta Mikoto said wryly, looking at Kijimas disheveled look and his downhearted face. Werent you going to a club tonight? I already said no Christian is working tonight, so he cant make it either. No, no, I just needed to head over to a friends, he said gruffly. Can I hang for a bit? Besides, I might not even feel like going anymore. Mikoto blinked and then looked at him worriedly, changing gears. Okay, now theres something definitely wrong. Get in here, she pulled him into her workplace. The beauty salon was near empty since it was almost closing time, so Mikoto took him straight to her office, where he immediately located her couch and sprawled all across it. Okay, who was she and howd she dump you? Kijima glared at her. I wasnt dumped. Ah, but you didnt deny it was a girl, she latched onto. Kijima looked uncomfortable, but didnt say anything.

Okay, spill, she ordered. After being reticent for a moment longer, Kijima relented and began speaking, telling her all about what happened. Mikoto was sympathetic, but at the same timeShe couldnt help laughing. Kijima stared at her dumbfounded. Well, you cant deny you have a reputation, she snickered. Its just, idiots like this Yashiro dont seem to really understand and dont really know you, so things get mixed up. Hunt after womenHehehe, Hidehito, you are as far from being a predator as my month old baby. Yeah, you do love women but its not like youre objectifying us. You love us as people; its just how it is. You just get along with women much more than men. Part of that is because you love women and therefore know how to get along with us more, and the other part is that one reason why you dont get along as much with men is because of how much you get along with women in the first place which leads guys to be jealous pricks and push you away, hence you being around and getting along with women more. Its like one huge redundant circle. Guys who think like that about you are just jealous, so dont even bother with that, idiot. And dont get me started on you toying with women, she snorted. Thats as ridiculous as Santa Claus coming on Easter. Kijima twitched. Geez, marry an American and come up with all these weird phrases She ignored him and continued. I mean, it really is stupid. Youre straight up with the women you approach. You spend some time with someone, see if you like them in that way, tell them you like em and see how itll be. You dont like them like that, you either become friends with them or good acquaintances. You do and they say no, you become friends. They say yes, you still become friends and have a great time with them also. You move on quickly because its never serious and its all casual, and you make that clear. You dont play around with girls hearts. Play around with them, sure. But youre a sappy, lovesick romantic. Manipulating women is going too far its all in mutual fun; you know how to treat a girl and how to make them happy or sweet them up, but you never, ever take a choice away from a girl, and you always make sure its consensual. Yeah, youre charmingbut thats just who you are. Kijima smiled a little at that and looked slightly gratefully at her, but he still looked a little miserable so she sighed. She came over and snatched his phone, milling through it and rolling her eyes after. If they ever need proof of your pathetic social life, this is all the proof theyd need, she said sarcastically, holding up his phone. At least 90% of your contacts are females. All good friends. Your top ten? Are women youve gone out with and may or may have messed around with. The

top five of that are the women you see more often and may or may not feel like getting together with. Only five of your ridiculous number of women in your phone really, 102 girls, Hidehito! are the ones you occasionally sleep with. Five. And of those five, you can strike two of them off, because you set me up with Christian and were happily married, and Nodoka is engaged to that guy you found somewhere or other. Im a good matchmaker, eh? he pouted. And that would be proof that Im such a terrible playboy and wolf, wouldnt it? Three women, Hidehito. And you befriend your conquests, she snorted again and proceeded to nonchalantly pelt him with the cherries she had in her bowl, giving him a look. Honestly. In hindsight, you kinda make a pathetic playboy. Thank you for your input, he deadpanned. Its much appreciated. If only Kyoko could see it from your perspective. She paused in her movements, giving him a curious look. Youreally like this girl, dont you? Hidehito. Of course I do. Shes great. Shes pretty, adorable, and lively. Why wouldnt I like her? he watched her strangely. She pursed her lips and shook her head. No, Hidehito. I mean, you like this girl. Like like like. He stared at her. Nowait. I think youre justover thinking and overanalyzing everything. Mikoto shook her head adamantly. No~o. You like this girl. In fact, Im pretty sure youre in love with her. Kijima began to look panicked, looking at her as if she was crazy. What? Wait, wait, wait. Why all of a sudden are you talking about love? Why dont we go back to like?! Mikoto chucked an unopened can of Pepsi at him, before she gentled and she looked at him softly. Hidehito, Ive never seen you in a funk over some girl like this before, she held up his phone again. Actually, Im also pretty sure you put her at the top of your list too. Mikoto slipped his phone open and showed his wallpaper, and he flushed red at seeing the picture of him and Kyoko goofing off and taking the picture with his phone cam. Your wallpaper, Hidehito. Its your wallpaper. Shes cute, by the way. He scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. I just

Kijima sat up and frowned at the floor, before he looked up at her with tired eyes. Look, I knew she was trouble from the moment I walked onto the set and saw her, he quietly admitted, surprising her. My first day on set, I walked on and looked around to see everyone. You know me, I noted the women first. And then I noted that Oohara was most probably the most my type, physically, with Momose a close second. But thenI dont know. I saw Kyoko. And she was pretty, but not my type. She was talking to the director and was being expressive and she was just so adorable. I couldnt help smiling a bit. I was justdrawn to her. Mikoto frowned herself. Then Im surprised it took you so long to approach her. This thing with her is recent, right? But you started Dark Moon somewhat before. I told you I knew she was trouble, right? he asked wryly. Aside from just this instinctive feeling being with her would be trouble and proven Im right with that now theres everything else. She hung around Tsuruga like a cute, obedient puppy, and he hovered over her overbearingly. No one could really be around her, and especially when Tsuruga was around, which was almost always anyways. I just shrugged to myself and decided it wasnt worth it, and forgot all about my interest in her. Well, until recently. Mikoto looked at him and narrowed her eyes in thought. Sounds like hes jealous. Kijima shrugged. I figure he is. On the ride over here, I thought about it and Im pretty sure Tsuruga likes her. The confrontation earlier certainly doesnt disprove. Whatever, she waved a hand dismissively. Hes not who Im bothering with right now. You are. You are most definitely in love with her. Isnt it too soon? I mean, we just got together. Thats kind of fast and too early to be claiming such things, right? he said defensively. Mikoto sniffed irritably. This coming from the man whos a total romantic sap, and loves claiming to believe in love in first sight. Thats justhypocritical, Hidehito. Besides, unlike the others, you spend an inordinate time with her. The sex We havent had sex, he denied as he interrupted her. She huffed. Shut up. The sex, or whatever! she changed it when he opened his mouth again. He closed it. is consistent, when its supposed to be casual and you dont do that with your casual partners. Honestly, youre kinda picky about women and spending time with whichever one, and you never stay with one all the time. Yet, she makes the exception to that, and also because you actually hang around her outside of being intimate. Of course, there are other women you do that with, but Im sure shes the only one you see the most and be around more.

He didnt comment on how Kyoko and he hadnt technically been together regularly, as theyd just started, but that he had actually agreed to such a thing would probably make his argument moot in Mikotos eyes, so he didnt bother bringing it up. And he did hang around her a lot Your phone is totally guilty evidence. Your moodiness right now, over her possible rejection and the whole thing that happened earlier, is telling. Face it, idiot. Youre a complete goner over this girl. She also didnt say that she thought that if he hadnt fast-tracked into being in love with her from the moment he started this whole stupid sex lessons thing with the girl, she had a feeling hed been in love with this Mogami Kyoko from the moment he saw her that day on set. He opened his mouth to deny it again when his phone rang and they both stared at his cell in Mikotos hand. Then they saw the name and Mikoto threw it over at Kijima in a panic. He answered it and stood up from the couch, walking away from Mikoto and keeping his back to her as he talked to Kyoko. Mikoto listened to his side of the conversation, hearing his tone and his words and raising her eyebrows. Not in love with Kyoko, her ass He hung up and looked at her guiltily. Okay, yeah. Im probably alreadywithout a doubt, in love with her, he reluctantly confessed. But Im also sure she doesnt want anything to do with love. I have more than enough proof, from herself. So what are you going to do? she didnt give up. Im not afraid of pursuing her, if thats what you mean, he said sardonically. Im not going to hide from it or her, like Tsuruga. I even have an edge with these stupid sex lessons, he quoted her from earlier, when he first told her about it. And Im a close friend, who she hangs out with a lot. I just wont say those three wordsnot until shes ready and shes gotten over whatever shes hung up over thats gotten her against love. That doesnt mean I cant be affectionate and be romantic or express how I feel in other ways, without being outright. I just have to be cautious enough to not scare her off, but show her subtly that I do like her. And win her over at the same time, huh? she smirked. Thats the plan, he shrugged. Im hoping itll be enough for now. Sooare you going to pick her up or what? she asked slyly. Going, going, he mock-saluted her. Bring her here! she hollered at his retreating back. Ill fix her up for the night!

Kijima drove over quickly to the Darumaya, having long passed memorized the address and the quickest route to the restaurant. He went through the restaurant and spotted the Okami and Taisho of the restaurant, who waved him over and gave him genial welcomes, before he was directed towards where he could find Kyoko. He braced himself at her door, taking a deep breath, before he knocked and called out to her. Kyoko-chan? The door opened immediately, and she was there, looking wide-eyed up at him. K-Kijima-san, she nervously greeted. He gave her a warm smile, and was taken aback when she threw herself at him and hugged him tightly. Then she backed away awkwardly, before straightening herself and looking solemnly at him, reaching forward and taking his hand tentatively. I suppose then, I wouldnt mind not being saved by the Huntsman, she spoke seriously. He curled his hand around hers. She swallowed anxiously before giving him a very small smile, surprising him further when she gave him a quick peck on the lips. I think I choose to be in the company of wolves.

Chapter Six: Be a Little Inappropriate He was not in love. He was not. But he could at least admit that his heart practically melted when Kyoko said that to him. Maybe Mikoto was right, and who knows. But he felt uncomfortable admitting it to himself, especially with one hundred percent surety, so he couldnt just come out and say he was in love aloud. The least he was willing to completely confess to himself, much less to anyone, was that he was slipping. He hadnt fallen just yet, but he was slipping. It was what he was much more comfortable admitting to. Deep down inside, he knew he was already far too gonebut it was unnerving and frightening to go that far. And well, it would probably be horrifying and despicable to Kyoko, if what his suspicions regarding her opinion about love were true. He had a lot of work to do. He decided to get back on schedule, and ponder about his feelings later on. He just gave her a soft smile in response to her words, and a finger poke to her forehead that had her blinking before pouting. Youre reading The Company of Wolves in school right now, arent you? Her face colored slightly and she huffed, turning away from him, but he could see her face had darkened even more. It was all so adorable So what if I am? he heard her mutter. He chuckled and ruffled her hair. Come on. Lets get going. Without preamble, they left the restaurant after respectfully saying their goodbyes. After making it to Kijimas car, he drove them over to Mikotos salon, who promptly ambushed them upon arriving. Ohh, shes even much more adorable in person, Hidehito! she cooed as she got her hands on Kyoko, who looked bewildered. Shes pretty, but Ill make her club-presentable! Let me work my magic and you go flounder elsewhere, she dismissed him, focusing all her attention on Kyoko straight after. Kijima rolled his eyes and gave an apologetic shrug towards Kyoko as he took out a cigarette and silently told her he was going to smoke somewhere in the meantime. Kyoko was still in the midst of processing what the heck was going on.

Light her on fire, he grinned at Mikoto, winking meaningfully at the beautician, before trotting off. Then she was being dragged off somewhere, where Mikoto had her stripped down, and pulled a cover around her. Then she was being set into a chair and tilted back, where she was having her hair pulled into a sink and washed. Im going to definitely light you on fire, my pretty, Mikoto hummed happily. And before long, though Kyoko stayed quiet the entire time, Mikoto started to color her hair. Just your tips, she murmured. With temporary dye. Youre dyeing my hair? Kyoko spoke up tentatively. Just your tips, Mikoto repeated, reassuring her. And the dye is temporary. Should wash off within a few days. Okay And when her hair had foil on it, she was sat up and Mikoto immediately began to fix her face up with makeup. Then the older lady was pulling her from the chair, and once she was standing up, Mikoto playfully ripped off her cover and Kyoko automatically covered herself in embarrassment, turning bright red since she was only in her underwear. Mikoto grabbed a dress from the clothing rack from behind her, and Kyoko eyed the red dress warily. Perfect, Mikoto purred. And Im betting its just your size. And the slinky one-piece fit to Kyokos form perfectly, as Mikoto guessed, though Kyoko was very conscious about the way it clung to her and showed off her body. The hemline hung a little above mid-thigh, making Kyoko feel even more odd in the dress and wanting to reach down and cover her exposed legsif it werent for the square neckline paired with the micro-straps that bared her shoulders and the top of her breasts (never mind that the dress clung so well that her breasts were pushing out through the fabric anyway, regardless of cleavage). Oh, Im good, Mikoto said smugly, before Kyoko was having her nails done as well. While those were drying, Mikoto was taking the foil off of her hair and began spraying it, and fluffing it up while using a hairdryer on it. As a final check, her nails were blow dried as well, before Mikoto was handing her a pair of heels to put on. Kyoko gaped at it, shaking her head. They looked like a deathtrap, with the high-inched heels. But Mikoto gave her a stern look that she cringed at, and began putting on the bright red velvet heels onto her feet. Her toenails were equally as bright red as the shoes, showing in the openness of the high heels. Making sure the closed-cupped back of the heel was snug against the back of her foot, she adjusted the rhinestone-covered straps securely and gratefully noted the velvet fabric felt nice against her skin at least.

And then, before Kyoko could notice or flinch away, Mikoto clapped her hands and suddenly glitter was sprung onto Kyoko, who started coughing and blinking away glitter from her eyes. She shook herself like a dog, and more glitter fell off of her. When she looked over, she saw Mikoto had some kind of powder puff held in both of her hands, and grinning like a lunatic. There. A nice sheen of glitter to finish you off. Are you guys done yet? Kijima asked, sounding exasperated. He rounded the corner and stopped short, staring. Kyoko blushed and thought that maybe she didnt mind so much the shortness of her mini-dress or that it was so clingy, especially as Kijimas eyes darkened wonderfully at her. Its been awhile, in her mind, since hed done so towards her. For him, he felt like hed just been suckerpunched, as he wondered in amazement about the fire goddess in front of him. The tips of her hair were dyed red, and from her dress to her shoes nothing but the bright color of red. Even her nails and her makeup, from eye shadow to kissable, plump lips, were a bright, fiery red. The light sheen of gold glitter on her made the effect of embers, and it really enhanced the look of a goddess of fire for Kyoko. He eyed the small slit at the bottom of her dress with a smirk, and gave a wolf whistle. Sheesh, Mikoto. When I said light her on fire, I didnt know you were literally going to go for it, Kijima grinned, before offering his arm to Kyoko. Wait! Pictures! Mikoto hollered, taking her phone out. Mine too, Kijima tossed his phone, and Kyoko hesitated before shyly taking hers out. Um, mine too please. Mikoto gleefully took a lot of pictures with the phones, before Kijima exasperatedly snatched their phones away and led Kyoko to his car. Kyoko let out a breath and blinked a few times. Exhausting to go through? Yes. Kijima laughed at her blunt answer, reaching and giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. Its all good. Dont worry about it. Just relax and rest in the car, before were there. Kyoko nodded in relief, and leaned back against the car, closing her eyes. Kijima-sanI dont think I can do this, she admitted. I really am not the clubbing type, and I think Ill just be clumsy and nervous the entire time and probably embarrass you

Silly girl, he cut her off. I just want to have a good time with you. Just enjoy yourself. Dont look to anyone else, but me. Her red face returned and he would have teased her for it, had she not still looked worried. How about this? Mio is really haughty, isnt she? Why dont you think of Mio, but try to only just draw that part of her out. Think of this as a lesson on acting, he explained. Being able to only draw certain parts of a character, without the full personality. Just looking for certain traits. Kyoko looked at him thoughtfully, but gave a small smile. Yeah, I think I can try that. And so, just outside the club, the line of people waiting to get in was treated to the sight of a handsome man escorting a fire goddess, with long legs walking with a slight strut, half-lidded eyes shadowed red, and a playful smirk on her crimson lips. They walked passed everyone confidently, and was waved into the club without further incident. That wasnt so bad, was it? Kijima murmured to her. Her eyes lazily looked at him from the side, her smirk widening just the slightest. Not at all. They found a table, because as much as Kyoko seemed confident and comfortable there, Kijima could tell that she was also still kind of nervous. You dont want to dance just yet, right? Kijima leaned over to speak into her ear. With the loud music, she was grateful he did. Yeahjust hold on for a bit. Alright, how about a drink? Curious, wondering if Kijima really was going to get her something alcoholic, she nodded and waited as he went over to the bar closest to them and came back with two prettily shaped glasses. Sex on the Beach for me, he declared and slid the smaller glass towards her. And an Apple Jolly Rancher for you. She tasted it and was surprised at how sweet it was, and that she could barely taste the alcohol. One glass only, since youre underage, he staged whispered to her, and she giggled. Okay, okay! I like this

They chatted together a bit, before he cajoled her into dancing with him. Shyly, she went with him to the dance floor on the level they were on, and after a few unsure moves, she started to get into it more and stopped over thinking and being self-conscious. To make sure, he danced a little conservatively with her, before he became a bit more daring. She dipped backwards lowly, head tossed back and her body only supported by Kijimas hand against the middle of her back and his other hand holding one of hers stretched out to their side. That song ended and another began, and Kijima smoothly moved them into a whirl, and her hair flew from side to side, with her heart beating loud and fast and adrenaline riding high. She was grinning by then, and was thoroughly in a playful mood, excited and having a good time. Be a little inappropriate~ Kijima smirked and twirled her so that he was facing her back, and pulled her close, embracing her as he shifted their hips and legs to the beat of the song and their torsos bopped in rhythm. By chorus, he pulled away and grabbed both of her hands, and they stepped in towards each other and then back, doing so several times. The song ended and everyone screamed and clapped, before the DJ started another song. Before Kijima and Kyoko could start dancing again, Kijima was greeted by someone Kyoko didnt recognize. Yo! Hidehito! Youre here, man. Whos this lovely lady? a handsome brunet headed their way, dancing slightly through the throng. Behind him, two beautiful ladies followed, with another good-looking dark-haired man trailing behind lazily. Satoshi! Ryuka, Mimi, and Dan. You guys are all here. Guys, this is Kyoko. Kyoko-chan, these are some friends that I picked up from somewhere. Jerk! Satoshi, the brunet, huffed, grabbing Kijima and putting him in a headlock. Dont listen to him, my pretty Kyoko-chan~ Its a pleasure to meet you. Ryuka and Mimi immediately surrounded Kyoko from either side, latching onto an arm. Hidehito, say shes not yours, Ryuka cooed. So we can steal her away and keep her all to ourselves, Mimi continued, rubbing her cheek against Kyokos affectionately. Kijima growled and gently pulled Kyoko away, glaring playfully at the others. Shes mine, he said possessively, clutching her closer to his side. Her face blazed.

Ohhh, how cute. Hidehitos laying claim. Alright, alright be that way, Dan snickered. He bowed to Kyoko. My pleasure, milady. Can we join you guys? Mimi interrupted, and Kijima looked to Kyoko inquisitively, who nodded eagerly. She wanted to get to know Kijima more, and the people he knew and just be more open and sociable. Truth was, shes never really been sociable and she really just wanted to have fun and get along with everyone like a normal person. Since Kijima, it was like her whole life had exploded into being. It was mindboggling, but so much fun as they all danced in this odd mixture, where she was switching partners every second. One moment she was dancing with Kijima, before she was suddenly in the arms of Mimi. And then she was with Ryuka and then Dan and it kept going on and on. Twirls and whirls and hands everywhere she hooked a leg daringly around Dan, who pulled her and moved her into a low sweep, before Mimi took her and she was persuaded into some close bodied slight grinding, that though she blushed at, she went along with. And then she was back in Kijimas arms, who lifted her up and wrapped her legs around his waist and whirled her around, before setting her down and having her do a triple twirl and then dipping her. When the song ended, the group huddled together and whooped and hollered, clapping enthusiastically. Taking a break, they sat down at Kijima and Kyokos table and talked, getting to know each other and sharing stories. They all had a drink, though Kijima ordered her a water, which she pouted at. He smirked at her, and she exaggerated her sigh. At least she got to taste and take sips out of everyones drinks. Oh yeah, Hidehitos hitting em up young! Satoshi teased. Total jailbait, he winked at Kyoko. Kijima reached over and swatted at Satoshis head, who ducked away with a grin. But Im worth going to jail for, Kyoko grinned cheekily. The others stared at her, Kijima especially, before they all burst into rowdy cheer and hollered in good fun, the guys jumping up and slightly roughhousing in their seats, while the girls giggled and rolled their eyes together at the guys. Then a song came on and Dan jumped up. Oh, oh! We have to dance to this! Come on! he grabbed Kyoko and Mimis hands, and rushed to the dance floor, and everyone else followed after in amusement.

Kyoko instinctively slid into Kijimas arms and then they swayed sassily together, before the tempo started up and the whole group of them began jumping up and down to the song, singing loudly and some of them out of tune (actually more like shouting) to the lyrics. Hey, I heard you were a wild one, Kyoko stepped towards Kijima, murmuring in his ears, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed in close. Ooh oh. If I took you home and be your home run~ Kijima brushed his lips against her temple. Would you let me take you home? Show me how youll do, she sung the next verse in answer, eyes glittering mischievously as she smiled playfully. I wanna shut down the club with you. Hey, I heard you like the wild ones~ She nipped at his ear before she danced away, though he caught her and brought her back, pulling her in close. I am the wild one, break me in. Saddle me up and lets begin. I am a wild one, tame me now. Runnin with wolves and soon Im on the prowl, she sung again, feeling in the mood and giddy and just plain old happy. Kijima laughed and began singing the next part, her eyes widening in surprise as she heard him singing for the second time. Show you another side of me, a side you would never thought youd see, he smiled softly at her. Turn up that body, dominatrix, till you had enough. I hear you like the wild stuff. Oh, she was definitely feeling wild that night. Without further ado, Kyoko grabbed the back of his head and pulled him down, roughly kissing him. When the song drew to a close, they finally pulled away, breathing heavily as they stared at each other with darkened eyes. Runnin with wolves and soon Im on the prowl she murmured, trailing off as the song ended. I thinkwe should be going home, Kijima said with a meaningful glance. Kyoko thoroughly agreed. They said goodbyes to the others, with knowing glances from the women and a smirk from Dan, and a wink from Satoshi towards them (no doubt having witnessed that make out probably). Kijima had her wait near the front entrance, as he went out to go get the car and bring it to the front of the club, so she didnt have to walk all that way in the cold.

She wasnt bothered at first, though she soon noticed that there was a group of people with cameras hovering around the entrance, not going further into the club and staring at her. She gave them a small, confused smile. Suddenly, they were converging on her and asking her tons of questions. W-wait, hold on. I cant hear you all! Surprisingly, they quieted down and one of them started first. And politely, having a good time still, Kyoko answered their questions and chatted good-naturedly with them, and even asking them questions in turn. Hey! They were asking her questions, she should be able to ask questions as well, right? Oh, thats a lovely watch! May I ask where you got it? she asked one of them. And then after, she noticed one of them had a stain on their sleeve. Sir, let me help you with that, she pointed to it, and making the man blink and stare at her oddly as she offered to get it removed. He took off his jacket and she took out her Tide pen. She began rubbing it furiously against the stain, still answering questions and talking animatedly with them. It was strange, though, that a lot of their questions related to Kijima She saw Kijima come in, and she cheerfully waved him over, just as she finished with the stain. Over here, Kijima-san! For some reason, he looked alarmed as he caught sight of her and he hurried over, taking her gently away from them with a glare at the group. Though she didnt understand why, he seemed like he wanted to get her as far away from the others as possible. Kijima did not want her anywhere near or have her spend any more time with his paparazzi harassers. The paparazzi harassers? For once, they felt like jerks about the whole affair and hesitant about writing anything about it or anything to do with Kijima and this gorgeous girl that may or may not be that oppositely made up Mio from Dark Moon.

Chapter Seven: Oral Talk They stumbled into Kijimas apartment, fumbling with clothes. Kyoko couldnt help the giggle that escaped, when Kijima lightly brushed his hands down her sides. But then those very same hands unzipped her dress and caressed the bare skin revealed behind her, before the dress was slipped off of her and allowed to just fall to the ground. Her underwear was left, and the fact that was the only layer left made her inwardly pout. She swatted his hands away and resolved to remove more of his clothing before he would be allowed to touch any part of her. It was only fair, after all. He got the message and pulled back with a grin, helping her to remove some of his clothing to move it along. He captured her lips again and she felt him cup her arse, squeezing tightly before hefting her up and wrapping her legs around his waist. Without further ado, he carried her all the way to his room, slamming the door shut behind him with his foot, and refraining from detaching himself in any way from Kyoko. Morning dawned rather quickly, in her opinion, and she grumbled as the light filtered into the room. Morning, sleepyhead, Kijima yawned, and she felt him pull her closer, spooning around her as he buried his face into her neck and tried to steal a few more precious moments of sleep. Morning, she mumbled. We have work. We shouldget up. But she didnt feel like getting up either. Kijima mumbled something she couldnt understand, before he was reluctantly sitting up and running a hand through his disheveled hair. She tried not to think about how shed helped it become that way, with all the yanking and brushing her fingers through soft, silky strands. She didnt think she was so successful, if the lazy grin he directed at her said anything. She was sure shed become as red as a tomato during her thoughts. Someones become such a pervert, he teased. I think you need to be quiet. He laughed at her until she reminded him that she was the one cooking their breakfast that morning, in which he promptly shut up after that. During breakfast, Kijima suddenly looked nervous and she couldnt fathom why. That is, until he started talking and brought up their next lesson.

So, I suppose, I should remind you of it before it gets too close to the time. You knowso you can research it a bit, get comfortable with the idea, and whatever, Kijima coughed awkwardly, face flushing slightly. Try to get the basic idea, and prepare yourself before anything happens. It would seem that Kyoko would have to actually look up anything about oral intercourse, or as Kijima informed, more commonly referred to as a blowjob. It was hilariously mortifying. It wasnt too long until theyd finished up breakfast and he was driving them to work. They chatted a bit in the car, talking about the upcoming scenes they had to film, and time passed by rather quickly with that. They were in the parking lot of the set in no time, and the two of them got out and walked together to the building, still talking animatedly on certain scenes and what they could possibly try doing with them. You should see other projects youd want to do, outside of what your agency hands you, Kijima suggested a little after, and Kyoko perked up in interest. Could I really? Of course, Kijima nodded. Contracts and stuff have to be sorted through LME for you, but you can go looking for projects yourself. You just have to bring in your portfolio with your resume, and audition. Resume? Portfolio? she asked baffled. I dont know what goes in a portfolio and Ive never done a resume before, she looked dismayed. Kijima reached out and tugged at her hair to distract her. Hey, hey! Its alright, he soothed. For a portfolio, you usually just include a headshot, at her wide-eyed look, he elaborated. A headshot is an 8x10 photo of your face, and it has to be current. So if you change your looks, it changes as well. Its supposed to be a more thorough showing of your talent and job history, while the resume is just a one or two page summary. Youd also put in more stuff to showcase any skills you have, some more photos, like maybe from different angles and also some different styles, and also a biography. I know Talent Portfolios usually include videos too, he mused aloud, and she idly wondered if Kijima was actually aware that she was just a talent and not an actual actress just yet. Well have to set up an electronic portfolio for you online, he hmmed. Dont worry, Ill help you. Kyoko looked at him gratefully and gave a huge smile, and he echoed it with a fond one, ruffling her hair.

She also learned that Sawara could inform her of casting calls for roles that he might think were perfect for her, while she could go to open call castings, where just anyone could come in from off the street and audition, whether or not they had an agent. There was a callback, an actual callback that wasnt like how she participated in the audition for that commercial. After an audition, typically shed have to wait for them to call her back to see if they liked her or not after her first audition to see her again, and then get invited to audition for the same part once more, this time with the director and producer present. Kijima went over a few more terms and she listened attentively, before they were interrupted by a fuming Itsumi, trailed by a frowning Oohara. Whats your problem? Kijima smirked lightly, casually leaning against the table. Itsumi gave him a withering glare, after brightly smiling and greeting Kyoko. You wont believe the nerve of some assholes! I actually had to deal with a casting couch last night! Im so pissed about it! Itsumi angrily made some erratic hand gestures in the air, before Oohara sighed and patted her head in sympathy. You know what? Im going to gorge on some glazed donuts to cheer me up. She stomped away from them towards the snacks table, and Oohara followed after an apologetic look and a shrug from her. Whats a casting couch? Kyoko asked immediately after, never hearing of it. Kijima flinched and scowled himself. Its not just in the entertainment business, but usually here its when an actress or actor is asked to do some kind of sexual activity with some higher up or some actor or actress with higher connections, in order to get a role or some job. Usually, a literal couch is involved, he said sardonically. Kyoko cringed. I didnt know that kind of stuff actually happens. Kijima made a noncommittal noise, and she hesitantly looked at him. Um, did you she trailed off and didnt finish, thinking that maybe it was too personal and it wasnt any of her business. Did I ever get any casting couch auditions? Kijima guessed her thoughts, giving a small, wry grin. She flushed slightly, but nodded unsurely. Kijima sighed, Unfortunately, yeah. Not great moments, Ill tell you. I remember the first time it happened and I know it was really humiliating. It was just a simple hand job I let her do, but still.

Kyoko frowned, feeling upset on his behalf, and saw that he was scowling in remembrance too. Its more common with aspiring actors and actresses, so you know, he shrugged nonchalantly, though she could see he was actually tense. Just be careful, he warned. She nodded vehemently, and the two of them morosely stood there together, waiting for the day to start and for filming to begin. Alright, people! Lets begin! Kijima was actually kind of surprised that Tsuruga hadnt approached him yet, or had started to badger him about staying away from Kyoko, but as he looked around he saw that the other actor was nowhere in sight. He assumed the other man mustve had other work to do that day, so Kijima relaxed more and let himself be just a bit more casual and affectionate with Kyoko, who looked at him in slight question for a moment before letting it go and going back to reading her script. Hey, Kijima-san? I think there are changes to the script, she blinked, stopping in the middle of the script and staring. Hm? and he looked at his own script, flipping through and noticed that there were several scenes added that hadnt been there. He read them more closely, and nearly dropped the script in shock. Taking a glance to his side, he saw that Kyoko was similarly stunned by the changes and looked taken aback. I dont suppose you know how this came to be? She shook her head, short tawny locks swaying slightly. Kijima turned back to the script. Idont know what in the world the writers are thinking, or when they managed to write and come up with all this stuff. I dont think I even remember seeing any of this yesterday. I dontthink I did either. They took a look at each other, still wearing surprised looks before glancing at Ogata and the various other production staff around. WellI guess its good that were comfortable with each other, Kijima shrugged it off. I, um, suppose, though Kyoko still seemed caught off guard by the new subplot that was being introduced.

Kijima glanced around, before leaning towards her and cupping the back of her head, face in close to hers. He smirked lazily at her swiftly turning red face. But Mio, you shouldnt be so timid, he purred. Kyoko squeaked and crazily waved her arms about, warding him off. Her head rapidly swung to and fro to see if anyone had seen that, and glared slightly at Kijima. Kijima-san, dont do that! she hissed at him. Kijima laughed and grinned at her. But I cant help it! Youre so easy to tease, Kyoko-chan! And your reactions! Youre so adorable~ Kyoko pouted and refused to talk to him for the rest of the time they were filming. However, by the time the day was over, before they got to leave, Ogata had approached them hurriedly. Kijima-san, Kyoko-san, please wait! They both turned to him, and wondered if it was about the changes to their characters plotline together. When Ogata caught up to get them, still huffing from the run, they allowed him time to catch his breath before asking what was the matter. You see, I was wondering if youd looked over your scripts and had seen the additions myself and the staff have added, he inquired. Kijima nodded and answered for the both of them. Yes, we did. We were a little shocked, but were alright with them and think we can do the scenes. Though we have no idea how the whole thing came about. Ogata sighed in relief. Thats great. As forhow we decided on this, Itsumi-san asked about Mio having a possible love interest some time ago. It wasnt until just recently that we saw something that was able to give us ideas. Just recently? Kyoko asked in surprise, her eyebrows slightly rising. Kijima, on the other hand, was surprised about Itsumi asking about something like that and being the one to do so, and wondered how that came up. He cleared his throat awkwardly. That is to sayhere, he handed them a disc. Please watch and study this together for your upcoming scenes. Good work you two and Ill see you tomorrow! He bowed politely and then left them be, and the two traded looks.

How strange, Kyoko commented. I wonder what he and the others saw that got them all worked up and inspired for our subplot, Kijima ruminated to himself. Kyoko nodded in agreement, before remembering she had more work to do that night. Kijima-san, is it alright if you could drop me off to Fuji TV? Kijima didnt know she had more work, but told her it was alright while asking if he could hang around, since he had nothing to do and he had been hoping to have dinner with her. Though, when theyd gotten there, he couldnt help giggle (yes, giggle) at Kyoko in full uniform for her job there. You wouldnt be happening to be laughing at me, are you? Kyoko deadpanned, giving him a deadly glare. He tried to silence himself, but instead he burst into another fit of giggles. She lost her glare and started pouting, which made him start plainly laughing. Haha, laugh it up, mister, she huffed, narrowing her eyes at him. Can I take a picture? he grinned and she gaped at him. What? No! Absolutely not! But this is the best thing Ive ever seen. She stared at him, but he was still grinning in amusement at her. Please? he pleaded. I swear, this is the best thing ever. Because Kyoko in her Bo outfit was just awesome. She gave him a look, but he persisted. Im telling you! You dont know just how cute you look right now. You have to let me take a picture of you as Bo. Kyoko blushed slightly. Y-you think I look cute like this? His grin turned cheesy. Absolutely! Come on, Kyoko-chan! Let me take a picture. O-oh alright, but she didnt seem as reluctant as before. So she stood there awkwardly, waiting for him. He took out his phone, still grinning like a loon, and held it up, aiming and trying to get a good shot.

Can you keep Bos head off and hold it by your head? Smile silly! Kyoko couldnt help it. She gave a sincere, huge laugh and smiled widely as she held Bos head. Kijima snapped the photo and returned her smile. + + + + + + She really hadnt wanted Kijima to find out about Bo. She really, really didnt want him to find out that she worked in LME in the Love Me section, wore a despicable horrid pink outfit, had issues with emotions and was dumped in this section created because of her. Not at all. Absolutely not. However, despite her best efforts, Kijima had accompanied her to LME the next morning and had been subjected to the pink cursed uniform of the Love Me section, and shed had to explain what the section is and told him about her failed audition there, which ended up in the creation of the section and her being drafted into it. Soyoure not actually an actress? he asked in confusion, his eyebrows furrowing. Not really, she shrugged. Im in the Talent division here, under Sawara-san. I need to get a certain amount of points before I can get a debut. He nodded, processing everything. Huh, he blinked slowly. You have seriously huge luck and talent, Kyoko-chan, he shook his head, grinning slightly. Eh? Why would you say that? He laughed lightly. Youre only a talent, but youve managed to get some huge projects already and lots of recognition. She shyly smiled at him, trying not to blush from the compliments. Though, from her backpack she was carrying around, a bunch of the scripts Sawara had just recently handed her fell out, and she remembered depressingly about her dilemma about the roles she was being offered and how they were all mean roles. She knew that Kijima had told her it was best to take them, but

It was also her luck to run into Kanae at that moment, who looked taken aback to see the two of them there, especially Kijima (whom her eyes slightly bugged out at). By that time, shed become visibly depressed and had her shoulders hunched. Moko-san, this is Kijima-san. Kijima-san, this is Moko-san, Kyoko muttered, halfheartedly gesturing to each one. Hello, Kanae bowed to Kijima before turning to Kyoko, shoving at her back and making Kyoko stumble and startle. In the showbiz world, there are no hunched backs, she deadpanned. Kijima looked on in amusement. Ehhhh? Moko-san! Whats the matter? Normally your posture is good beyond reason. Did something happen? Kanae asked indifferently as she held her off with one hand, refusing a glomp from the younger girl. Kyoko explained her problem, and Kijimas eyes lit up in understanding, remembering the talk the two had before. Kanae stated shed refuse the lot, and Kijima had to choke back a laugh at the grumpy expression on her face. He was further entertained when Kanae burst out, refusing to forever play a poor person and that her future was that of being top actress (and that it would only just be dug up in the future for entertainment). When she turned to Kyoko and said there was nothing wrong with refusing jobs that would hurt her image, he was wondering if he should step in. He could see Kyoko cheering up, but Kanae went on and he listened again. Thinking of your state right now, I dont think you can afford to take jobs that get you nowhere, Kijima was definitely about to interject here, when Kanae spoke more. Its like youre losing. Kanae had a dark look on her face, while Kyoko froze and both she and Kijima looked at Kanae curiously. Losing? To what? Kyoko asked obliviously, pointing at herself in question. Kanae stared. And stared. And stared. Ahhh! Kanae pointed at Kyoko exaggeratedly, but still nothing was said. Dont-dont you know what product comes out today? she exclaimed. Kyoko had a question mark over her head, while Kijima sweatdropped.

Erwellyou seebasically, shop, shopwhat kind, she mumbled, Well, foodAh, thats right, ice cream! That ice cream shop we went to before! Kijima was in all sorts of confusion, but so was Kyoko. Do new ice creams come out in winter? Kyoko asked, really confused by then. So was Kijima, and he was pretty sure ice creams didnt come out in winter either. Whats thisYoure losing. Im really worried now Kyoko expressed anxiously. Kanae suddenly looked frazzled, before changing suddenly and looking upset, holding a fist to her mouth and watering her eyes. Th-that ice creamI really wanted to eat it together with you, Kyoko, she started crying. As much as he enjoyed and was thoroughly entertained by Kyokos bliss at Kanae saying her name for the first time, along with her goofy expression, he wasnt as distracted or diverted from what Kyokos friend had said. What had she meant by Youre losing? But he was very amused at Kyoko stopping some random guy, and boasting smugly about how Kanae said her name for the first time and wanted to eat ice cream with her. It really was a side of her that he hadnt quite seen, though maybe parts of it. Kanae looked like she was thinking hard about something in irritation, so he made a mention to Kyoko hed be back after he went to the bathroom. When he came back, the two girls were in shock and awe, and there was a bloody freakin pirate ship in the building. This was also just her luck, she was thinking irritably. Holy shit, is that really a pirate ship? Kijima muttered, gazing at it incredulously. Ahh, there you are! Hey! Mogami-kun! Hey, Ive got a job request for you! Its been awhile since Ive made a request to the Love Me section. Before the President of LME could come down from the ship, Kijima had tugged Kyoko forward eagerly. Hey, can we get up there?! he yelled up. President Lory looked down inquisitively to see who it was, and was rather surprised to see Kijima Hidehito, of all people, there and casually draping his arm around Kyokos shoulders. He narrowed his eyes in thought, but thought he would need to snoop around more to get any definitive answers.

A rope ladder was thrown over and Kijima grinned excitedly, pulling Kyoko along. He ignored the thoughtful, intense stare at his back from Kanae, and could guess that Kyoko might have said something about the two of them to her. Its a pirate ship, Kyoko-chan! A pirate ship!

Chapter Eight: Blow My Whistle Kijima clambered onto the deck of the pirate ship, helping Kyoko up after him with steady hands. He turned to Lory and mock saluted. Mornin, Captain! Delighted, Lory grinned and returned the salute. Surprisingly, Kanae actually climbed up after them, panting and eye twitching irritably. Crazy idiots, she muttered. Kijima Hidehito, a pleasure, the President said amiably, holding out a hand. Though a surprise to see you here. Are you looking to transfer to our wonderful establishment? Please to meet you too, President Lory, Kijima shook his hand. And tempting though it is, his eyes barely glanced at Kyoko, but Lory managed to catch that, Ill have to decline for the moment. Open offer any time, Lory winked, gears turning in his head. Nowas to the request I have for the Love Me section, its to Mogami-kun specifically. And then he dropped the bombshell, leading to three very shocked people in front of him, amusingly gaping with disbelieving expressions. Nono way. Theres no way I can take care of a super VIP like that! Doesnt he have attendants or something? I thought people like that had lots of attendants! Kyoko was close to having a break down. Kuu Hizuri Kijima muttered in a daze. Normally, that is the case, Lory shrugged. However, he isnt normal. That made Kyoko sweatdrop and give him a deadpan look at the same time. KuuHizuri Itll be alright, Mogami-san. Just be yourself and everything will be fine. Hes your sempai too, if you think about it. Though he left LME to go on his own further, hes still part of the family. Youll be fine, Lory soothed. Kyoko still wasnt sure about all this, but it looked like she didnt really have a choice. Kuu

Kijima-san, I know, Kyoko sighed in exasperation, tugging at his arm. Unknowingly, shed slipped into the more usual ease and behavior she used with him in private. If I promise to see if I can get his autograph for you, will you be alright now? I will swear to be your slave forever and ever, Kijima said solemnly. Amused and surprised at the interaction between the two, Lory made special note of all of this, while Kanae was also noting everything in her own head. Also, I should mention that Kuu has been looking forward to Kyoto-style cooking, so if you can make sure to prepare his food in that way, that will be even better, Lory continued informing her of the details. I know you have superb cooking skills. You can count on me, sir! Kyoko straightened and looked at him with a small grin. Lory observed that and wondered quietly if his little mouse actually seemed much more outgoing and social than she usually was? He took a quick glance at Kijima. He wondered Excellent. Ill let you know when and where later on, Lory returned the smile much more brightly. President Lory, I was wondering if we can actually get a ride on this thing? Kijima asked, backed to being in awe of an actual pirate ship. Lory couldnt help the wide grin spreading across his face. Ah, a kindred spirit. Of course! Ill even give you a tour of our beloved building. All aboard The Black Pearl! Isnt that This isnt publicly posted and is non-profit, so damn the copyrights! Lory cackled, and he cracked a whip that appeared in his hand out of nowhere into the air. Kijima inwardly shrugged it off and eagerly grabbed Kyokos hand, as the ship started to move, and rushed toward the bow of the ship. He turned to her and gave such a silly grin that she couldnt help giggling. The mischievous look in his eye had her wondering, but he seemed to be in such a good mood that she couldnt help joining and basking in it. You know, Ive always wanted to do this, he told her seriously, despite the look on his face. And then he stepped up to the railings and threw his hands out, whooping before yelling, Im the King of the World! A gut bursting laugh burst out of her without permission and she clapped her hands delightedly. Being with Kijima was always fun and she always forgot herself.

Come here, come here, he waved her over, still smiling playfully. She only was reluctant for a moment, before she gave in and went closer. He took her hand and lifted her up, hefting her to be in front of him and steadied her onto the railings. He settled himself back right behind her, real close, and then had her lift her arms up on either side of her. She went along with it with a roll of her eyes, starting to now get an idea of what he was going for. Close your eyes, he murmured, wrapping his arms around her waist. Once she did so, he continued. I always wondered if doing this really did feel like flying, like they were saying in the movie. Whatcha think? HmmmYou know what, it kinda actually really does, she said bluntly. He burst into laughter, throwing his head back. She let herself smile cheekily, reacting with him, though both of them had forgotten the audience they had behind them. Later, once he had to leave Kyoko behind, he headed straight for the Dark Moon set. For once, Kyoko wouldnt be there as well, so it would probably just be him, Itsumi, Oohara, and Tsuruga. He grimaced as he remembered the other man. Really, what was there to say about a rival? He had gotten well enough with the other actor before this, especially on other jobs theyd had to do with each other. But nownow they werent even just good acquaintances (or at least Kijima had thought so) or colleagues. They were actually (truthfully) coworkers on really bad terms, didnt like each other for their personalities and the way the other acted around or was close to a certain girl, and also over the very same girl in the first place. Fact was, they were going to be on opposite sides so long as Kyoko was in the equation. And Kijima really had no plans at balking or giving up on Kyoko, thank you very much. But never let it be said that it wasnt awkward sitting right next to Tsuruga, having to keep quiet and trying to avoid looking or starting any kind of conversation with the other, who wore that blasted fake smile (oh he definitely knew of those now Kyoko had informed him about them, and he was very ready to notice and defend himself against em). He glanced over at the opened hangar, seeing excited fans milling about and talking to each other about the straight view they had of him and Tsuruga. Lots of fans today, he murmured, though hed meant to keep it to himself. It cant be helped, Tsuruga said suddenly, and Kijima hid his flinch. Lots ofpretty girls in the crowd, hm? Kijima looked toward him sharply at that, and he spotted the glint in the eyes of the otherwise unreadable face of his fellow actor.

Yeah, lots of pretty girls, Kijima gave an equally faked smile. Not too ecstatic about the guys in the crowd though. Theyd had a similar conversation like this not too long ago, Kijima remembered. It had been only some time before hed first taken Kyoko out, and he mentioned something about Kyoko/Mios likability compared to Itsumis (truthfully, the conversation had actually drawn his attention back to Kyoko ironically, despite that hed barred himself from ever doing so from the first sight of her which he now knew why). But hell be damned if Tsuruga was aiming to get him to say similar words now, that sneaky, horrid bastard. Especially since the original time, hed meant more of the characters than ever anything to do with the actresses themselves and he would not let Tsuruga twist now or then on him. If he was going to pervert Kijimas words and meanings (probably blab to Kyoko on him), then he better not count Kijima out because he was definitely ready to fire back. And when Mio eventually does become Itsumis ally, like we speculated last time, there will probably be even more guys, right? Kijima leaned back lazily, never faltering with his fake smile. I dont think theres any worry in that, Tsuruga said calmly. Oh? I guess youre right, Kijima sort of repeated what he said last time. Mio isnt as charismatic as Mizuki, right? Here, hed finished brushing everything off and asked Tsuruga about the girls numbers But thats just a testament to Kyokos acting ability, isnt it? That Mio is so intimidating and harsh, that even in real life she keeps others away, he suddenly sprung off and he could see Tsuruga being caught off guard and the glint of jealousy and confusion in the others eyes. He also knew that Tsuruga had caught him being casual and just saying Kyokos name plainly. And in that regard, I bet there are still others whod like that type of character, and are drawn or fascinated by Mio. Hell, I bet once she becomes an ally, all the other viewers will start to like her as well, or even begin to cheer her on. Either way, more male Mio fans probably will pop up in that crowd. Standing, Kijima nonchalantly crossed his arms behind his head. Hey, you got Itsumi-chan and Oohara-sans numbers? Nah, you probably dont. You never do, he said dismissively, though hed long had their numbers after getting them the first time after hed asked Tsuruga that and had this original conversation. Ill go ask them myself. See you later. Kijima couldnt stand being around the other for a second longer, so he admitted he was retreating and making flimsy excuses (though he wasnt sure if Tsuruga even knew he did have the other twos numbers already). He didnt like fighting, and he knew being there was just going to get worse, especially with how Tsuruga was now grating on his nerves recently.

He walked off to find Itsumi and Oohara, bored out of his mind and wondering if he could text Kyoko or would be interrupting her work. He thought a quick text would be alright, maybe something to get her smiling When work finished up quickly there, he saw a text as he hurried out of the building, that Kyoko was inviting him over to Darumayas for dinner, as she was going to start practicing making high-end Kyoto-styled cooking. He grinned widely, looking forward to it, especially knowing Kyokos cooking. He reached the restaurant in record time, parking closely. Without further ado, he happily strode in and immediately caught sight of the owners, who waved him over. Coming to a stop in front of them, they all exchanged bows and greetings, before they gave him directions to the kitchen Kyoko was working in. He quickly found the way, and another grin tugged at his lips as he saw Kyoko cooking and looking adorably concentrated, and blocking out the world. He seated himself at a table placed in there, and waited for her to turn before greeting her. Hey, he said while waving, once shed turned to his direction. She screamed and then held a hand to her chest, as her wide eyes stared at him. YouyouKijima-san! Dont do that! she screeched. He held up his hands in a placating manner, still grinning. Sorry, sorry. It was just a very opportune moment. I couldnt help myself. She narrowed her eyes at him. Watch it, you. Im the one cooking your food, Kyoko threatened. He snickered and held up his hands higher. Well, lets have some of the Kyoto high cuisine, eh? Dont rush! she waved her spatula at him. Are you doing Kyoto kaiseki ryori then, for high end? he asked, curious. Yes, she beamed at him. So enjoy! And then she served him a small glass of sweet wine and then a selection of really pretty decorated and bite-sized appetizers on a hassun. When he was done, she laid out a bowl of a simple but delish soup, and then a small plate of sashimi when he was almost done. Afterward, she served him the grilled dish portion, having skipped nimono (boiled dish). He was close to finishing that off when she brought out the agemono (deep fried dish) with a light dipping sauce he guessed shed personally concocted, and also guessed that meant it was nearing the end of the meal. Getting a small bowl of miso soup with an equally small bowl of rice, and accompanied by

a selection of different types of pickles, told him he was right. He started eating the shokuji set, watching as she finished up something and was practically done when shed brought whatever it was over. He salivated and stared at what was obviously dessert. Probably a little too heavy for kaiseki, Kyoko smiled sheepishly, but placed the delicious dessert in front of him. Kyoto-style Chakin Shibori Sweet Potato with Cinnamon. Kyoko-chan, I declare my undying devotion to you and throw myself at your feet, Kijima said devotedly, before digging in. So, so good, he moaned. Kyoko laughed. Im glad you liked dinner then. Im going to keep practicing for the week, so Im counting on you to be my guinea pig, sempai! Kijima moaned again. All week, delicious Kyoto cooking. Im going to gain so many pounds, but I wont care at all. I regret nothing. Kyoko blushed and hid her face in her hands, but she couldnt help grinning into them. + + + + + + You shouldnt be so embarrassed. But I am, Kyoko declared, face flaming red after reading the sites article. I cant believe Im really looking this up and reading any of this. Neither can I. She threw one of his textbooks (Heavy!) at his head, but he was able to dodge, still chuckling to himself as he continued reading his book, glass smartly perched on his nose. Kyoko glared at his half-naked form as he wore only his boxers, noting the broadness of his shoulders, the firm muscles of his torso and even down his abs, and as well as the leanness of his legs. Youre distracting, she huffed, giving him a withering glare. Researching this doesnt help with you walking around like that, you nudist. I like being Bohemian. Sighing irritably, though she snuck one more blushing glance at him, she turned back to his computer and continued reading. She had been much too embarrassed and mortified about

looking up anything to do with sex on any device she owned, or to any local establishments, so she had resorted to stealing Kijimas laptop and reluctantly looking things up there. How to Suppress the Gag Reflex Apparently gagging was a common occurrence while doingit. So shed looked up on how the gag reflex could be suppressed and found this article. If only she could make herself read it. Numbing your soft palatedisengaging your gag reflexrelaxingmaking a fist She twitched. She felt rather lewd, despite the article not even being sexual or meant for sexual means in the slightest. That didnt mean she couldnt help being embarrassed. To distract herself, she took Kijimas phone and flipped through it. When she curiously looked at his contacts, she blinked and her lips twitched up once, before she began to just giggle. Whats your problem? Kijima asked her in amusement. Kijma-san, you know practically your whole contacts list is filled with women? Kijima snorted. Yes, yes. Youre the second to make the observation, he said dryly. He told her about Mikoto and her categorizing of his list, as well as her adamancy that Kijima was hilariously pathetic. That caused more giggles to erupt from her, while she decided to look at his top five, immediately quieting upon seeing her name as number one. She moved on to the other names, so that she couldnt notice the heat from her cheeks. There was a JunkoMitsukiNodokaandHer eyes widened seeing Mikotos name there as well. I didnt know youd been with Mikoto-san before, her question implicitly was asked. He gave up on his reading, tossing the book to the side as he went over and plopped himself on the ground by her feet, sitting cross-legged. Lets seetwo years ago, maybe? Its been awhile. We were really good friends, slept with her more than onceI set her up with her husband, you know? Hes American and hes been working here on an overseas contract, and I became friends with him on a job. Were still really close, so I keep her on my top five as one of my close friends. Nodokas on there too you dont know her, but shes a close friend as well, and I also set her up with her fianc. Youre a little matchmaker, arent you? Kyoko grinned. He shrugged, but shot back a smug grin.

Whos Mitsuki and Junko then? she asked, curious about the other two women he considered worthy of top five. Mitsuki is my older sister, he said honestly, surprising her. Shes a doctor. I have an older brother too, whos a lawyer. I dont know why I still have Junko in thereshe does have a great mouth though, he shrugged. Normally, with the other women Kijima talked about, Kyoko didnt really mind and was even curious. But for some reason, this Junko and hearing his comment about her, made Kyoko inwardly frown and a bolt of some emotion go through her (though she savagely pushed it down). With that in mind, she turned back to the laptop and studiously began to read, eyes narrowed in concentration. It bemused Kijima, who was now being ignored in favor of the tech. Shrugging to himself, he went and retrieved his book and collapsed onto his front on his bed. The rest of the week was passing quickly, and each morning and night she would spend at least ten seconds brushing her tongue at where her gag reflex began. She even bought a numbing throat spray to desensitize her soft palate. She also periodically put a dab of table salt on the tip of her tongue, or if she had the time, put a teaspoon of salt in a glass of water and rinsed her mouth with it before spitting. Shed even practiced breathing through her nose. And then it was Sunday and it was time and she didnt eat so if she gagged she wouldnt throw up and shewasntsureshewasreallyready But she was Mogami Kyoko and she didnt back down she wouldnt lose to this mysterious person Kanae had been referring to, to Shotaro, and definitely not this Junko. + + + + + + When Kijima answered his door, hed mentally prepared himself for the day. He had not, however, accounted for the uncharacteristic aggression of Kyoko, as she pushed him back into his apartment, slammed the door behind her, and had gotten him to his couch without him even noticing. His pants were unzipped before he could finally stop her and slow her down. Woah, wait a sec, Kyoko-chan, and she blinked up at him.

It wasnt really helping, as she was still kneeling between his knees and had a horribly wonderful gratuitous and blushing look on her face, that shouldnt be accompanied by wide eyes. You should slow down. Dont you want to maybe take your time, try to gather your nerves or something? Cause I dont mind if you need to. She blinked once. No. And without warning his cock was pulled out, and her hot, wonderful mouth was wrapped around it, already halfway covering it. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he only had half a mind to reach over and grasp her head with his hands, slowing her pace and gently guiding her head. He murmured things he hoped were reassuring, but was probably nonsensical, because Kyokos mouth felt so good on him and he couldnt think half passed the feeling of her mouth on him and the way her tongue sensually wrapped and unwrapped around his length as she moved up and down his cock. He managed to make himself pull away, and though she looked at him with tempting reddened lips and questioning ochre eyes, he made himself exhale and think a bit. Thatwas a really, excellent start, he praised her, and she beamed at him. He took his cock in hand and directed it back to her lips, and she opened her mouth and wordlessly took it back in. Remember to dont bite down, and tap my thigh if you feel like you need a breather or to slow down even more, alright? And then she was fantastically sucking him again, and after a few times, she actually managed to fit the whole thing in her mouth and he hummed in pleasure, caressing tawny locks in encouragement. Soon his hips started to buck up, and he began thrusting into her mouth a little bit. Kyoko, he said her name huskily, leaving out the usual attachment. She looked up through hooded eyes, but she didnt stop bobbing her head. Im going to cum soon. She didnt look away and his eyebrows flew up. He hesitated, but gave her a nod. Gripping her head firmly, he began thrusting a little more and he came into her mouth a few moments later. He watched mesmerized as she swallowed it down, and he groaned aloud at the sight. Was I better than Junko? she asked immediately and he blinked, processing her question. His lips twitched up fondly. Yes, Kyoko. You most definitely felt better. Though she was amateurish in technique, she honestly felt a lot better and hed liked being with her more anyway.

He gave her a wolfish grin. Its definitely my turn, isnt it? I think I should repay the favor. Minutes later, Kyokos face was burning red and her bare legs were quivering as Kijima ran his tongue up and down her moist nether lips. When his lips enclosed around her clit, she whimpered and tried to clutch at something, but she was splayed out on his coffee table and her fingers were grasping at nothing but nails scraping against glass and marble. The moment his tongue entered her, she cried out and couldnt stop her hips from bucking upwards. Embarrassingly, she came immediately at that moment, and she brooded inwardly about being so inexperienced that she couldnt keep herself from orgasming so early. But his mouth kept moving against her and she felt like her mind was blown. It was like the world turned completely white.