Keith Logan
Eclectic
- Joined
- Feb 26, 2022
|
|
|
Last edited:
Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)
⊱ ─── sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ, ʏᴏᴜ ─── ⊰ 【𝘒𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘹 𝘒𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘓𝘰𝘨𝘢𝘯】⁽ⁿˢᶠʷ⁾
- Thread starter Keith Logan
- Start date
- Joined
- Jan 25, 2021
┌──────────────────────── *.☪.*───────────────────────┐ 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜. └──────────────────────── *.☪.*───────────────────────┘ |
|
|
|
|
Chapter 1 - Suddenly ─── *.☪.*─── Adjusting her footing as she idly stood in the center of the packed bullet train, Mayu's fingers tightly clung onto her bag that was slung over her shoulder for comfort as her body swayed from the train's sudden jolts. Each motion was uncoordinated, bringing her into brief, accidental collisions with nearby passengers which promoted her to murmur her sincerest apologies. Stray chestnut strands of hair whipped against her face with the train's jostling movements, evoking her fingers to quickly tuck them behind her ear in a careful yet deliberate motion. Silently her hazel eyes remained fixated on the floor, attempting to avoid making eye contact with any of the passengers that was within proximity. Mayu's anxiety fluttered like wild butterflies within her stomach as they sought freedom, feeling her palms grow clammy as she clutched her bags strap. This was her first time adventuring beyond the familiar confines of her small country town, Yurihama, and into the overwhelming yet beautiful streets of Tokyo. 
The driving force behind her decision to leave was college, a leap she had anticipated to take alongside her lifelong friend - and longtime crush - Yamato. Yet, all of her orchestrated plans flew out the window upon hearing his failure to pass the entrance exams. Mayu had a glimmer of hope that if they moved away together, it would create the perfect opportunity for them to grow closer - wanting to finally confess her feelings, or even for him to do so first. But that dream had crumbled right before her very eyes, leaving a gaping void in her chest as she could physically feel a part of her heart remaining behind with him in Yurihama.
Her fingers moved briskly across her phones screen, attempting to distract herself as she typed a message to Yamato, her eyes darting over every word with care. For a moment she hesitated, nearly typing 'you' instead of 'home', but the idea of sounding too forward with him made her reconsider her choice in words. With a small outward sigh, her thumb tapped at the letters to delete 'you', choosing the safer 'home' option. Lifting her head to catch the creeping rays of the sun from the window, Mayu watched as the sprawling city blurred into colorful streaks of light, the scene racing by in an instant as the train sped towards Tokyo - her new home. 
It took Mayu longer than anticipate to settle into her new apartment and establish a routine for herself. The daily commute on the packed train to and from college was nothing short of exhausting, holding as a constant reminder of the city's relentless pace that was hard to keep up with. College life was no less demanding for her, the meticulous curriculum often leaving the young woman questioning her choice of school during moments of self-doubt, pondering over if she had made the right decision or not. Just as she was on the verge of throwing in the towel - anticipating to pack her belongings and return home after nearly failing a crucial test in her class - a small glimmer of hope walked in front of her. "Mayu was it?" Akari slowed her stride as she approached Mayu, sprouting conversation as she flashed a warm smile. "Are you doing anything after class today?" Her tone was inviting as her warm eyes scanned Mayu's features, attempting to gauge her expression before continuing. "It's Friday, and a bunch of us are going to hit a club and grab some drinks. Want to come along?" Catching Mayu off guard, the question hung in the air for a moment, the casual request almost making her wonder if she was worthy of being invited. Just like in high school, college also had a fair share of popular girls, and Akari was unquestionably one of those girls. They only shared one class together, but that was honestly the extent of their connection. Only speaking to her a handful of times during small projects in their History class, Mayu wouldn't never expected for Akari to remember her name, let alone acknowledging her very presence. "Y-yeah, I'm Mayu. Uh... sure, I wouldn't mind hanging out!" It was rather difficult to maintain eye contact as Mayu responded, her irises flickering nervously around the hallway until they locked back into Akari's expectant eyes, only to coyly dart away. Her excitement bubbled up inside of her chest, finding it hard to tame and exude a calm demeanor. This was her first night out with friends in Tokyo, knowing this would be her first chance to experience the city's vibrant nightlife with some hopefully good company. "Wonderful! We'll see you at Alibi, that's the clubs name. I heard Kaito's suppose to be there!" Clasping her hands together with excitement, Akari's eyes shimmered at the mere thought of Kaito's appearance. Confused, Mayo tilled her head ever so slightly to the right, an expression of ignorance spreading across her features due to not knowing who this Kaito gentleman was. Akari couldn't help but stare at her before erupting into a small laugh. "Wait, don't tell me you have no idea who he is?!" Mayu fidgeted with her fingers, silence stretching out before her as her face flushed with embarrassment, unable to answer her question. After a moment had passed, Akarai sighed dramatically before her playful smile skated against her lips. "He's a well-known CEO who inherited his father's hotels around here! I studied sooooo hard just to get into the same college as him... just to see him!" It was apparent from Akari's expression how much she idolized this Kaito, her grin nearly spreading from ear-to-ear. "They said if I bring a bunch of girls with me to the club tonight, I'd get a chance to drink with him! Isn't that amazing?!" It was palpable, her excitement, but Mayu couldn't help but feel uneasy, worried about how much Akari fawned over someone she never met. Regardless of this, the pressure to fit in and make new friends in this vast city outweighed her concerns, and with a reluctant nod the young woman agreed to participate in the late-night shenanigans. 
As Mayu walked back to her apartment after classes, she took a moment to text Yamato, letting him know what was happening in her life. This simple act of reaching out - even if he didn't respond - made her feel connected to her life back home. It was almost as if she was tagging him along in spirit, easing the distance between them. "I wonder if he misses me too..." She pondered to herself as her legs continued to propel her forward, excited for the night ahead.
Immediately, Mayu was struck by the lively atmosphere that assembled inside of the club. Her hazel eyes roamed across the room, landing on the VIP section towards the back of the establishment. She was instructed to go there and to use the password "Vixen." It was odd and out of place, but she used the code without hesitation, the double doors parting to grant her access. As the dim lighting poured through and greeted her eyes, what lay before her was nothing she had expected. Beforehand she imagined a more laid-back atmosphere, one where people lounged around on couches or near tables, chatting over alcoholic drinks. Instead? Mayu found herself surrounded by a scene she couldn't have ever anticipated. Men and woman alike entangled with one another, their arms possessively embracing each other as little was left to the imagination - their primal energy pulsating through the air alongside the rhythm of the music. Clothes were left uncaringly on the floor, hands groping anything they could reach as lips continuously smacked and tongues fervently tied with another. Just when Mayu was turning on her heels to leave, feeling uncomfortable with the scene unfolding before her, a broad arm suddenly snaked around her waist, ushering her towards an unoccupied couch towards the center. Stumbling slightly over her feet in surprise, her chin tilted back to catch glimpse of an unknown man guiding her along. "Hey babe, wanna drink with me? It's your first time here, right? I'll make sure it's a good night!" Casually he spoke to her, his voice almost too smooth - as if this wasn't his first rodeo - as he steered her body to sit down. Opting to not wait for a response, he handed her a drink that had already been prepared at the bar. The glass was cold within her palms, tiny droplets of moisture coating the surface and making it almost impossible to grip. "N-no thank you, I don't drink..." Stammering over her words, Mayu attempted a gentle voice as she politely sat the drink down on the glass table in front of her. Before her hands pulled away, the man quickly snatched the glass back up, a mischievous smile playing on the corners of his lips. Without gaining her permission, he forced the rim of the glass to press against her soft lips, his eyes intense as he stared down at her as they pursed from the force of his hold. "Come on, just one sip! It's delicious." 
Quickly, fear began to spread across Mayu's face as her eyes broadened - It was evident that this man wasn't going to take 'no' for an answer. Panic coursed through her veins as her heart thrummed chaotically, her eyes glancing across the crowd in search for help, but it was no use. Every body in the lounge was intertwined in their own intimate encounters, oblivious to her distress as no eyes were watching her - other than the vulgar men that wanted a piece too, of course. Mayu had unwittingly walked into a situation she had not been prepared for, let alone warned. "Please, leave me alone!" Her hand swatted at the drink in a moment of desperation, sending the beverage flinging carelessly from his grasp and onto the floor. Upon impact, it fragmented into tiny pieces, shattering against the hard floor beneath them. The music thudded loudly, drowning out any other sounds - including the broken glass - and leaving the room blissfully unaware of the tension growing between Mayu and the stranger. His face began to twist into fury, his jaw tightening as he clenched his teeth as his eyes glared into her own hues. Quickly, he masked his anger and began to soften his features, yearning to maintain a perfect facade as his smile returned, albeit with an edge of danger. "Don't be like that love, let me make you feel good, yeah?" Possessively his hands reached underneath her dress shirt, his palms finding their way towards her bra as he forced it upwards. With practiced ease his fingers groped at her bosoms, massaging the mounds of malleable flesh under his commanding touch. Mayu was almost too stunned to react, wondering if she was trapped inside of a nightmare that she couldn't awaken from. She never once came across a man like this, let alone never being touched by another man before. Struck with fear, she froze, letting him fondle her for a brief moment before attempting to seize control over the situation. Lifting her arms she would coil her fingers around his wrists before tugging downwards, endeavoring to remove his hands from her bare flesh. But, his strength outmatched hers, the woman having no chance against him on her own - and he knew it. "Let go me of me! Now!" Mayu's voice rang out as she attempted to command him, but it fell on deaf ears. He didn't care - this wasn't the first time he had done this, that was apparent. Being too lost in their own worlds, the other bodies in the room failed to hear her overtop of the music paired with the lewd smacks of their lips. "Help! Someone, please, he-" A large, sweaty palm securely placed overtop of her mouth, silencing her from anymore outbursts that would distract someone. "Shh... just stay... fucking still..." He was nothing but a stupid fool if he thought she would so easily stay still and be obedient for him, remaining still and passive like a perfect little doll. Her body thrashed around, compelling him to retract his remaining hand from underneath her shirt and coerce her to stay still, attempting to grab her wrists and bind them together. If she couldn't get out of this right now, she was damn sure to put up a fight, hopeful to catch the eyes of someone willing to aid her. |
Mayu - FFC2D1
Akari - 85C1E9
Akari - 85C1E9
Last edited:
OP
OP
Keith Logan
Eclectic
- Joined
- Feb 26, 2022
┌──────────────────────── *.☪.*───────────────────────┐ 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙙, 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙢𝙨 𝙢𝙚. └──────────────────────── *.☪.*───────────────────────┘ |
|
|
|
It always warmed the cockles of his heart like no others to be receiving a text from Mayu. Yamato actually saw the message from her the first time round immediately when it pinged up on his phone. But he had purposefully left it unread, staring at the notification on his lock screen simply because he wanted to follow through yet another one of the textbook courting advices that he had painstakingly consolidated online through sites and forums - don't be too eager to reply; they usually end up wanting more of your attention when you play it cool and aloof. It was difficult to tell if Mayu's faithful attraction to him was the result of putting his thorough research into practice, because it had been essentially the game that he had been playing since they first started hanging out with each other all the way since first year of high school. From his point of view, the advices on how to play the precarious game of cat and mouse seemed to have worked swellingly. Afterall, they were still pretty much in regular contact, with them being considerably up close and personal with one another. They have shared a fleece blanket on multiple occasions, felt the warmth of skin to skin contact as they sat beside one another, whilst they binged on Netflix and the likes. They shared tight greetings and welfare embraces, with Yamato often initiating them, but under the pretense of being friendly. Things seemed to be going great between one another, maybe. The truth, was that Yamato really wanted them to bring things to the next level. But he could never find the courage to do so. What they shared, was something so special, that he was afraid that he would lose it all if he actually read her intentions wrongly the entire time. Mayu was not an easy girl to mind read, he surmised. The neurotic boy possessed a disposition to fear that he just simply could not bring himself to shake it off. Yamato might seemed like an extremely cordial, wittily humorous, and happy go lucky guy to the eyes of many. Few would know that beneath the facade of his, laid a repressed boy who was perpetually anxious, who possessed a ruminating mind that always worked round the clock. It didn't help that Mayu never ever gave him any clear cut signals of where she stood in their puzzling situationship. In fact, they shared a kiss before - an inconspicuous peck on her cheek, a testing and inhibited one that was dished out with furtiveness, while they were at the movie theatre one evening. He clearly remembered, that Mayu did not react, except for what looked like a shifty glance that she landed his way before nervously redirecting her fixation back onto the big screen. It was awkward. He didn't even know how to bring up that matter after the movie ended, and hoped she would give him an opening for him to address. Instead, she pretended the whole time like she didn't even realise she had been kissed. Yamato interpreted the avoidance as a hint that she would rather not address the incident, or that she was truly that oblivious. Either way, it made it difficult for him to attempt raising the topic. And so, that incident was left on the backburner. That night had a long lasting impact on Yamato, as he was progressively convinced Mayu saw him as no more than a platonic friend. Since then, he had always actively tried to restrain himself, for fear of losing that precious little friendship that they shared. He was stuck in a purgatory of not wanting to let go of the hook, and not wanting to push the boundary at the same time. He had to content with themselves being besties.
Yamato had hoped to get hold of Mayu for the evening for a moment to Facetime. They were only barely a few days into this long distance thing that they had going - if there was even anything going on to begin with, since nothing was ever official between them, nor had they ever got a chance to remotely address what they were to one another. It was in times like this that he wished he had stepped up just before she left to talk things out and make things clear. But she was no long physically present. And he sure as heck wouldn't wish to touch on a matter as serious as their situation over the phone, being thousands of miles apart from each other. He was increasingly resigned to the fact that they would likely have to wait it out till the coming winter, or worse, next summer. So that was what Yamato told himself - that next summer would be the time that they will finally be able to set things in stone. He had to. Yet, even when he was dying to reach out to Mayu, he still was dead set on composing himself to wait… before finally dropping her long overdue replies - because playing mind games had always worked so well, or so he believed. And as the saying goes, if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. … …
Clubbing was one of Kaito’s favourite pastime. But the draw of it was not so much down to the booze, or the company of girls - even though he would be lying if he said he didn't appreciate the appeal of them. Rather, it was the blasting of deafening bass that he primarily seek. It was in this cacophony of noise that he could find ironic peace and quiet, to drown out the persistent melancholic thoughts that he could never seem to rid himself of. The alcohol and girls were simply nothing more than icing on the cake, supplements to help distract him from the pressing matters of his life that were bent on never giving him even a moment’s breather. His parents had passed on in an unfortunate accident during one of their routine business trips some two years ago. He didn’t exactly missed them as much. He regretted however, that they as a family, hadn’t got a chance to… experience living as a family. His parents were zealous workaholics, filled with monumental ambitions. Few could compete, and no one could fault them for having the grit and mentality to toil it through to get to where they were. People on the outside saw them as the amazing power couple. But Kaito couldn’t be better placed to see his parents for who they truly were. He saw, that they prided reputation above all else. They would do whatever it takes just to hold onto power and influence - even if it meant condemning someone else’s life to hell on earth through despicable means of framing or sabotage, then sweeping it under the rug like nothing happened. Simply, Kaito knew his parents to be modern day savages, elitists with an egotistic vanity complex. His parents gave him one hell of a life throughout his entire existence. He never had a proper childhood like most. He was born an intellectual prodigy, of which his parents attributed to their good genes, and they milked him for it. Some parents are laxed with the upbringing of their children. Others send their kids to tuition and extra-curricular activities. Kaito's brought parenting - or lack there of - to a whole different level. By the age of twelve, he was already interning at his parents' real estate and hotel chain corporation. He never got a chance to hang out with his peers like normal kids do. He didn't even have the chance to realise that he despised his parents, since he never knew much about what it was like to live like a child to begin with. Kaito only discovered clubbing when his rebellious streak finally decided to come through, a little late into the game at the age of twenty five, one year before his parents departed Liberation felt like a drug. He knew he had been missing out for quite a while. But to actually be able to live through what he had missed all those years? That was when his hatred for his parents went full blown out of proportion. He reckoned they had stolen his life away from him. And now, he was stuck with the mouth watering inheritance of his parents. Some might call him ungrateful, or too spoilt to realise most people who die to be in his position. Sure, the riches made life quite a bit easier, of that he could not deny. But nobody could truly understand the disgust he felt about the hush details that the people were oblivious to, of the multitude of nasty things that had been done in order to acquire those riches, plus, the emotional toll his parents had put him through to enforce their ideals on him - Kaito felt like a puppet for the longest time, with no sense of self-agency. And even after the death of his parents, he still felt like they were puppeteering him from hell. He had to take over the reins of his parents' legacy. This included inheriting their fortune - as well as the mountain of precarious leverage and debt his parents had been playing with all those years; these were all handed down to him. What completely blew his mind, was how they had listed all their assets as collaterals. And thus, even with the assets now being under Kaito's name, the debtors were still pretty much one foot into practically, his life. Kaito's inherited Gaia Foundation - the name of his parents' corporation - wasn't in any immediate danger. If anything, it was his lifeline, a double edged sword, handed down to him. The current financial structure would allow him to meet the demands of loan repayments promptly for the foreseeable years ahead. However, it meant that he was bound to carrying on the work of his parents, or end up losing all that he possessed. He hated that being at the corporation meant that he would be reminded on a daily basis of the two persons that had caused him much misery. It was something Kaito was still trying to come to terms with. 
His rumination was promptly - and thankfully - disrupted by a commotion that he spotted by the corner of his eyes. Kaito was not the person who organised the party. He asked of his peers to do so on his behalf, because he needed a night out. His peers in turn, took advantage of the situation by using his name to net in girls for the evening. He wasn't exactly pleased. But because he was told that participants would be informed of the theme of the night, and that it was all going to be consensual, he let it slide. The man simply wasn't in the mood to argue over matters that had no bearings on him like that. It was just one of those nights that he simply wanted to waste the night away. But this commotion that caught his eye had his conscience naturally kicking in. Kaito would normally prefer minding his own business, especially since he was assured that consent was given for all those who made themselves present. Yet apparently, there was a struggle going on. With that, he got up from the quilted leather chair he was sat on which was situated at a far corner away from the crowd, before he began to shoulder his way through the sea of lewd bodies that were a disgraceful mismatch to his refined suited form. "Let go me of me! Now!" "Help! Someone, please, he-" "Shh... just stay... fucking still..." It took a couple of seconds later. But suddenly, the hand that was ravaging the girl's breasts got yanked out from her shirt. And the very next moment, came a groan, so loud, that it actually overwhelmed the sound of music for as long as it lasted. The stranger bended a complete ninety degrees forward, both hands clutching onto his crotch, with visible wetness forming along both sides of his shut eyes. A man in suit just landed a massive punch, bullseye against the stranger's manhood. And he remained completely stoic after, looking like he had been involved in altercations like that far too many times before in his life. "It will be painful if you try to get it to work tonight, or even for the next few days for that matter, I reckon. Perhaps you'll be better off going back to recuperate, big man." "You-! ... Oo.. hh.." At first, it was rage. Within a second, it turned into dread, when the stranger reopened his eyes to register who the suited man was for the first time. He wanted to speak. But no words could come out of his mouth, for he seemed rattled. "The cheek of you to land your hands on my woman, in my party." The suited man spoke with utmost nonchalance. The composure coupled with the sternness in his face, made it completely believable that he was actually serious, what he had just said. He even raised his voice to battle against the background acoustics, effectively ensuring that as many witnesses within vicinity were able to hear the implicit message that he was trying to send out - that the lady was untouchable. "My lawyer is at your disposal. Just say the word, and this man will no longer see the light of day." The suited man slowly turned his eyes over to Mayu, his soul piercing gaze, locked onto hers. For a moment, time seemed to have stopped. His voice was calm. But the aura and poise he was exuding... He sounded like a very dangerous man. Then, he pulled and arched his left elbow back a little, forming a small triangular pit to the side. Wordlessly, his eyes were conveying a message over to her, gesturing for her to accept his invitation to slip her hand, or hands, through to have them intertwined with his mid-torso raised forearm. "Shall we head outside?" "Sweetheart?" |
Kaito - #2969B0
Yamato - #00A885
Yamato - #00A885
Last edited:
- Joined
- Jan 25, 2021
|
┌──────────────────────── *.☪.*───────────────────────┐ 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜. └──────────────────────── *.☪.*───────────────────────┘ |
|
|
|
|
"Damn, you're a feisty one..." His jaw visibly tightened as his teeth clenched together, fighting this unrelenting girl to maintain control. His grip was firm but careful as he restrained her thrashing body, her movements unrelenting as she protested against his hold. Every moment tested his resolve and patience, but he refused to yield just yet. Mayu squinted her eyes with pure disgust, praying for his downfall right then and there, no matter what caused it. That seething glare in her eyes went unnoticed by him, and to make matters worse was no one around her cared or even bothered to give her any attention. For all they knew, she could've been openly roleplaying with this man, her mayhem misinterpreted as some elaborated act they had talked about beforehand. His hand was persistent, finding a way back under her shirt once more as he gripped it possessively. The young woman squeezed her eyes shut, snifflng as uneven breaths expelled from her lips as tears began to well up, threatening to spill against her reddened cheeks. Trembling under the weight of the moment, her body betrayed her resolve, caught between the violation of his demanding gropes and the overwhelming urge to resist him. "UGH!" Instantly, the firm hand that had been groping her breasts was forcefully retracted, prompting her eyes to snap open in surprise at the sudden churn of events. Before her stood another man who was impeccably well dressed, his presence commanding as he stepped into the scene, as if he controlled the very air encasing him. It was palpable, how the tension in the air shifted for a brief moment, but she could undeniably feel a glimmer of relief due to his intervention. Everything had happened so quickly that Mayu nearly wielded no time to properly process what exactly transpired. Did that man... just? Questioning the idea to herself, her thoughts began to race as her eyes widened from the scene surrounding her. Her predator was now doubled over in perceptible pain as he clutched his precious family jewels, his face grimacing as the agony etched prominently into his features. "The cheek of you to land your hands on my woman, in my party." "My lawyer is at your disposal. Just say the word, and this man will no longer see the light of day." Wait... could this be the guy that Akari was raving about? Mayu's chestnut eyes fixated on the suited man, blinking a few times as she tried to piece it all together. Hurriedly, her fingers readjusted her clothing as she tugged it back into place, ensuring it fitted snugly and no longer awkwardly hung off from her. His gaze was piercing, so unwavering, that she had no choice but to avert her eyes and look away, staring at a nearby wall as strobe lights danced over it. Noticeably her fingers curled inwardly into tight fists as she rested them atop her lap - as if anchoring her in place. Nervously her teeth gripped at her quivering lower lip, an effort to stifle the tears that welled in her eyes. Desperately she fought to maintain her composure, unwilling to let further humiliation control her. "It's o-okay... It was my f-fault for not know w-what type of party this w-was..." Stammering as her teeth chattered softly, both from anxiety and the chill, Mayu confessed her ignorance as her voice was laced with a mix of embarrassment and innocence. "No one t-told me this party had a l-lewd theme..." The words seemingly felt heavier as they left her trembling lips, feeling like a complete idiot in front of the man she owed her life to for saving her. "Shall we head outside?" "Sweetheart?" Mayu lacked any particular skill at reading people, yet a nagging suspicion tugged at her conscious. Was this suited man genuinely here to help her out of this sticky situation, or did he happen to hold ulterior motives himself? Despite the reasoning behind his words and gestures, she decided to trust her instincts for now as she swallowed down the lump forming within her gullet. Tentatively, her dainty arm levitated, her fingers weaving around his raised forearm as she used him as leverage to pull herself upwards. Her legs trembled before she found their footing, standing firmly in place as she tilted her chin to gaze into his eyes once more. "T-thank you, truly. I owe you..." Softly she expressed her gratitude, her words gentle but boisterous enough to cut through the pulsing bass, ensuring he could hear her words of thanks. As the duo began to make their way outside, she was cautious in her steps as she maneuvered carefully over the shattered remnants of her drink on the floor. The broken glass glinted under the colorful lights, serving as a stark reminder of what had just happened - and what she was being rescued from. Each stride forward almost felt as if she were reclaiming a piece of herself, a sigh of relief expelling from her lips as she involuntarily clung on tighter to the suited man. 
As the pair slipped outside, the chilled night air gingerly grazed against her skin, Mayu rapidly drawing her arm back to idly rest at her sides. Taking a step backwards, she created distance between herself and the man, her wariness evident as her movements were hesitant and guarded. "I appreciate y-you going out of your way to help me," she began, wishing her stammering would cease but the nipping cold didn't help. "but why? N-no one else did…" Her gaze flickered between gratitude and suspicion, letting her question linger in the air as she awaited his respond, unsure of what to expect from the enigmatic stranger who's motives were unknown. |
Last edited:
OP
OP
Keith Logan
Eclectic
- Joined
- Feb 26, 2022
|
┌──────────────────────── *.☪.*───────────────────────┐ 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙙, 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙢𝙨 𝙢𝙚. └──────────────────────── *.☪.*───────────────────────┘ |
|
|
|
|
Kaito watched the young lady turn her gaze away with a noticeable degree of nerviness when he addressed her for the first time. That was her first reaction. She definitely didn't belong here, couldn't be at a more inappropriate place for her, he thought. If she was deep down, anything less demure than she put herself out to be, Kaito had already been fooled into thinking that she was a true prude. "It's o-okay... It was my f-fault for not know w-what type of party this w-was..." "No one t-told me this party had a l-lewd theme..." The innocence. It is a rarity these days, Kaito mused. Or perhaps it was down to the fact that he had been mingling within his social circle for far too long, that he was oblivious to the fact that such purity still existed out in the world. And did she actually still bring herself to apologise for being harassed? The party had a lewd theme. But only a dunce would not be able to recognise genuine ire from a presumed intention to roleplay and to fit into the theme of the evening. Kaito was more convinced that the passive bystanders were not clueless, but rather, ignorant of the situation, and more engrossed in their own selfish desires. After all, why bother? For one, getting into an altercation with one of them rich obnoxious men could somehow, escalate into tiresome legal battles that can drain the life and energy of a person on the long run. Men with the money were often too eager to use their wealth as a form of weapon to force those beneath them to submit to their whims, their ways. The molester had that familiar air of arrogance that he suggested that he might well be one such. Or at least, he tried to portray himself as one such. As such, everyone would much rather just pretend and ignore, because it was simply the safer and more convenient option - why risk ruining a night when one can indulge in the carnal pleasures? Most fortunately for Mayu, her perpetrator whilst a shark, was no match for the big whale that barged himself into the arena. And the whale seemed unimpressed. Why oh why did he always bunch up with such crass personalities? - It had always been a recurring thought for him. Alas, such was the nature of his profession, of needing to deal with people of wealth who were all more often than not, possess certain commonly associated negative stereotypes and undesirable propensities. It was yet another reason why he despised being entrusted with the Gaia Foundation and the hand downs of his parents' fortune - he saw them as a curse in disguise. Then there was this young lady that he had just apparently saved. She seemed nothing like the rest - an alien. "T-thank you, truly. I owe you..." When was the last time someone actually thanked him for anything? He couldn't quite recall. Humbleness and sincerity were like ancient languages to him that perhaps even he himself had forgotten how to speak. And this woman was articulating it with such entrancing fluency and eloquence. As far as first impression counts, he would be lying if he said he wasn't intrigued. "I suppose you do." He wasn't so much demanding a favour owed, as he said it with a certain softness in his tone. He was pulling her leg, maybe. It was hard to tell through his rather stoic demeanor. It was difficult to tell if that faintest of a lob-sided shift by his lips was an attempt at concealing a smirk, or just mere muscle noise. But then, there was a transient glint in his eyes. Again, maybe. The man was a hard read. Truthfully, Kaito hated instances when people who offer something, and that the socially appropriate response would be to reject or reciprocate. Paying for meals was the worst. It could end up being a debate that go on for an hour, of who had the higher conviction to offer to pay the meal over the other. He had come to the revelation that whoever who offered a favour, he would assume that they wanted to do so, and the contrarian in him thought it would be rude to refuse. If the lady believed she owed him, then she owed him. 
It didn't take long before there were greeted by the late autumn's gushes of wind against their form. Despite the chill, the breath of fresh air and the sounds of it blowing were still much more preferable for the man as opposed to the stench of a wild concoction of bodily fluids and cacophony of moans intermixed with deafening bass, entrapped within four walls. "Fuck. This is so much better." Kaito led the young lady around the bend and into a quiet empty street, typical of the city outskirt that they were at. That was when he felt the young woman pulled away from him. It was convenient for him, that he much rather she initiate the act of withdrawal than he did. The man then side stepped and leaned his back against the nearest lamp post. "I appreciate y-you going out of your way to help me," "but why? N-no one else did…" He did not immediately respond. Instead, he pulled out an unfamiliar pack of cigarette that looked like a foreign import, took a posh looking brown stick from it, and lit it up from a lighter he had in his pocket. He took a puff. Unlike most second hand smoke that smelt revolting, his had a certain nutty roast - perhaps a little burnt - that came from the soft swirls at the end of his cig butt, and his exhale - they were strangely... aromatic. "Do I actually need a reason to be nice?" "It'd be tragic if people actually need to explain themselves for doing something nice for anyone, every single time." He paused, to allow himself a second puff, whilst he looked at her in silent thought. The odds were that the lady was unlikely to appreciate it. Nevertheless, he wordlessly stuck his lit butt towards her, inviting her to share his stick out of social courtesy, just in case he was wrong about her. It was almost like he was attempting to extend an olive branch, because he could sense that the lady seemed incredibly guarded and sceptical. He could understand why however, given the circumstance of her evening so far. The man was perceptive enough to note that the lady was having issues with the cold. It was already affecting her enunciations. More obviously, she had her own arms coiled around her own body in a presumed bid to keep herself warm. Again, in a silent act of chivalry, he bit his cigarette to temporarily free his hands, took off his suit and slung it over her shoulders. She had gained a layer of defense against the late autumn chill, at the expense of the man's comfort. Yet, the enigma stood firm, his straightened poise uncompromised and unmoved by the cold, which was amplified by the occasional bellowing of moderate winds, chilly enough to numb the fingers with extended exposure. He was still in suit pants, along with white long sleeves. But they were materials not made to withstand the cold. His vest probably served more as an aesthetic apparel than was it actually effective at keeping him warm. Despite being fully clothed, his tall, athletic form was in no way hidden. His garments seemed impeccably tailor-made to his physique, which was essentially a broad torso, with a distinctive V-shape right from the hips. His chest had a certain majestical bulge, natural rather than forced. And his thighs seemed pretty thick, stumpy. His calves and quadriceps, sumptuously defined, as could be seen through the tight wrap of his pants. "I could use a drink, somewhere quiet." "It's Friday night, and it is not even half 9." "I would ask you to join me, since we both clearly didn't find ourselves enjoying whatever the heck that was going on back there." "But you seem very suspicious of men, and very understandably so." "So I won't take any offense if you are to refuse, if you think I have an ulterior motive." There, he said it. Blatantly direct. He read her mind, and had no qualms confronting her thoughts head on. Kaito was a man who could not be bothered to beat around the bush, and much prefer to address concerns soonest with utmost honesty. After all, it takes a fearless and efficient man to be able to run an organization like Gaia Foundation steadily. |
- Joined
- Jan 25, 2021
|
┌──────────────────────── *.☪.*───────────────────────┐ 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜. └──────────────────────── *.☪.*───────────────────────┘ |
|
|
|
|
"Do I actually need a reason to be nice?" "It'd be tragic if people actually need to explain themselves for doing something nice for anyone, every single time." Wow, his words were quite sharp and unyielding, or so they felt that way. Mayu flinched ever so slightly, as if his blunt honesty had physically struck her across the face, but honestly? It was refreshing to encounter someone who was unapologetically authentic, someone who spoke their mind without restraint or a hint of concern for others opinions. “Well, w-when you put it t-that way…” Letting out a slightly awkward giggle, her eyes darted away as she turned her attention onto the bustling road alongside them. Steadily the glow of the headlights skated against the lively backdrop of the illuminated buildings, serving as a fleeting distraction from the tension she felt rising in the air. She prayed that she hadn't offended him, unable to tell if he was genuinely annoyed or if this was his natural demeanor. In her peripheral vision, she could see his extended hand as he gestured the cigarette toward her. Tilting her head she’d shift her gaze to his offering, then back to his eyes, as if searching for a hint of intent. Mayu didn't smoke, she never had in her life, and the idea of doing it now gave her a moment of pause. After speculating, her right hand rose as her unpracticed movements betrayed her inexperience. The way her fingers clumsily held the cigarette made it painfully obvious that she was walking in uncharted territory. The enigmatic man seemed to pick up on her hesitation, his larger fingers retrieving the cigarette without a word and slipping it back between his teeth. With practiced ease, his shoulder shrugged as he began to move in a way that would disrobe his suit. Mayu's brow arched in quiet surprise, wondering why he would bother to remove it here, under the crisp night air. Perhaps he felt hot all of a sudden? Then, the fabric began to flutter like a bird's wings as he levitated it over her figure, draping it comfortably across her shoulders in an attempt to warm her shivering body. In spite of the way he carried himself with an air of nonchalance, there was an understated care in his gestures - a tenderness that was carefully wrapped in casual indifference. His scent saturated the fabric, an intoxicating blend of lavish cologne that immediately made her feel almost out of place, as if she didn't belong in the same space as him. Beneath the scent of cologne was his natural scent, mingling in tandem with the fragrance in a way that made the selfless gesture feel more personal. “You didn’t have to do that… You’re a mystery, you know?” Her chatter had ceased promptly, the warmth from the suit wrapping around her like a warm hug. As she comfortably shifted to settle within its comfort, a wave of guilt struck her, seeing him left without it. Mayu couldn't help but wonder if he might be feeling the chill now too, but she quickly silenced those thoughts. Already she was beginning to learn that he was a man who did things as he deemed necessary. Questioning his actions would only lead to sharp replies in its wake. "I could use a drink, somewhere quiet." "It's Friday night, and it is not even half 9." "I would ask you to join me, since we both clearly didn't find ourselves enjoying whatever the heck that was going on back there." "But you seem very suspicious of men, and very understandably so." "So I won't take any offense if you are to refuse, if you think I have an ulterior motive." No, please... don't go yet... Her conscious echoed her thoughts like a quiet plea, a desperate tug that she couldn't ever voice aloud. The idea of being left alone caused her heart to thrum quickly, not being ready to be unescorted. So many questions whirled inside of her as curiosity about who this man truly was probed at her, this man being shrouded in something mystifying. "I don't mind accompanying you after all you've done for me, let's go, shall we?" Mayu began to usher ahead without waiting for his guidance, not wanting to seem like a damsel in distress forever - she had made it this far on her own, right? She was fully capable, and most importantly independent. She found herself in an unexpected situation, that's all. It was nothing but a small detour, not a true reflection of her strength. Her heels struck the cement side walk sharply, the sound echoing against the buildings walls but was muffled by the vibrant commotion of city life. Where should I take him? the thought gnawed at her as she kept her gaze in front of her, feeling his towering body stride alongside hers. I bet he's the type to prefer the upscale bars, something I can't afford, let alone get us into on such a short notice... Letting out a quiet sigh, her shoulders dropped slightly. Still, if nothing else, she could confidently find them a quiet spot that was less extravagant that still met his request. 
Without realizing it, her stride had eventually led them into a quiet, unassuming bar with only a handful of patrons scattered around the establishment. Sure, it wasn't polished or sophisticated, but it had a unique charm that only mom-and-pop businesses could provide, being cozy and unpretentious. While it lacked elegance, it definitely made up for it in warmth. The staff inside moved with genuine friendliness, their grins free of practiced facades that would be used in more upscale places. "Here." Gesturing, she showcased the front of the building as they stood outside by it. "It’s quiet like you wanted, and it’s not too crowded.” Holding the door open long enough for him to catch and step through on his own, she made her way to a corner spot near the bar, a small haven tucked away from the rest of the room to give them privacy. It wasn't glamorous, but it felt right. "Good evening, I'll be right with you two!" The bartended elucidated, her hands busy as they cleaned a dirty glass before setting it down on the drying rack, turning her attention to a patron that was waiting for her first. "Have you been here before?" She asked in a softer voice, subtly tinged with regret for assuming so much about his character before actually knowing him. As she shifted on the bar stool, her arms pulled his suit jacket closer before snaking each arm into their respective holes. It felt luxurious, the quality a clear reflection of his impeccable taste. "You have good taste," She added with a kind smile, her chin tilting slightly to meet his gaze. "May I know your name now, or are you withholding it from me? I'm Mayu Sato." Carefully she rested her elbows on the bar as she engaged in small talk, her hazel hues searching his with a quiet curiosity. She'd be lying if she stated she didn't want to know what was swirling in his head, what thoughts he had kept locked behind that calm, unreadable aura. |
OP
OP
Keith Logan
Eclectic
- Joined
- Feb 26, 2022
|
┌──────────────────────── *.☪.*───────────────────────┐ 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙙, 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙢𝙨 𝙢𝙚. └──────────────────────── *.☪.*───────────────────────┘ |
|
|
|
|
"Well, w-when you put it t-that way…" "Mm hmm." Kaito casually hummed. He had already expected her response to be somewhat along the lines of being taken aback. That was pretty much most peoples’ response to him whenever he made his honest opinions known, however blunt they might be. He was used to it. It also brought him a certain sense of satisfaction catching her out. The man would never get bored of seeing faces of surprise, or even embarrassment and shock, for simply being himself and very unapologetically loyal to his own beliefs. Kaito could sense a certain level of apprehension coming from the lady when he first quietly offered her his cigarette. She had given him the sort of vibe that she wasn’t a consumer of tobacco. And the way she handled the butt of the stick and her apparent hesitation to slip it into her mouth felt like a silent plea to save her from the awkwardness of the offer. And so he took the second puff before she could attempt her first. 
It was then that his blues was just about satisfactorily and timely reined in, that he passed on his suit over to the young woman. "You didn't have to do that… You're a mystery, you know?" "There’s nothing mysterious about that. I’m simply doing what a man should do in the presence of a lady in silent distress." He paused, arms folded with an outlook of majesty, which did well to guise the fact that the chill was at the very least, affecting him on the superficial level, and that helped to keep him warm just a little. "Have the men not treat you like that from where you came from?" The enigmatic figure asked with an air of measured curiosity, and not so much because he was taking a jibe at his own gender kind, or that he was putting himself on the pedestal. And most subtly, it too, served as an opening for the lady to inform of her relationship status if she would fall for the cue - because regardless of his intentions, the force of curiosity meant that it was only natural and inevitable for the man to want to get to know the admittedly attractive lady just a little better. It was the start of a process that Kaito was all too familiar with, after having already gone through quite a series of failed relationships. Kaito was not a man without faults. Combined with the fact that the girls that he tended to attract given his stature had their concerning materialistic issues, if not, emotional baggage as well, his circumstance and predisposition had essentially set him up to be rather unlucky in love. Most girls found it difficult to keep up or be able to tolerate his sharp wit and tongue. And it was most evident in the way that he put out an invitation for Mayu to join him for the night, only to then put in a subtle caveat that sounded a bit like pulling the rug from underneath her. Some would interpret him as being condescending. In all honesty, he might have been. But that was just the way that he was - speaking his mind and finding the act of trying to sugarcoat anything, exhausting. One of the things Kaito was tired of dealing with heartbreaks pertained to dramatics of girls who took issues with his personality, of which he refused to change. And in a sense, being ambivalent or even mean to a stranger or an acquaintance right from the get-go was to him, the most effective litmus test to seeing if a business partner could work with him, or in the context of a dating scene, if a girl possessed what it takes for him to want to properly invest in a prospective date. "I don't mind accompanying you after all you've done for me, let's go, shall we?" Turned out, the young heir was frankly surprised by the woman’s response. Was there an air of What was most captivating to him about the exchange, was that she rounded off her question as more of a rhetoric than she was actually confirming for his preference and permission to accompany him, picking up her own initiative to take the lead, heading towards… wherever she was intending to lead them to without even discussing with him about their destination. Kaito, who long had played the role of a man in charge, thought that to be personally amusing. He couldn't restrain an involuntary smirk, right before he caught up with her, side by side, hands both slipped into the pockets of his pants. The walk took a good fifteen minutes or so, as they meandered between quiet and buzzing streets. They didn’t speak a word. But it didn’t feel like awkward silence for even a second. Contrarily, the serenity felt peaceful. And just the frequent bumps of her shoulder against his bicep comforted him, reminding him the evening’s unexpected companionship was warm and real. Then, the young lady led them to a quaint bar. It was different from what he was used to in recent years, but in a good way. An old man, who Kaito would make a calculated guess that he presumably, was the owner of the place, seemed happy to receive him with a cordial smile and a nod in acknowledgement of his presence, despite being busy with one table. He couldn't remember the last time a staff working in the upscale district being this contented with their job. The place wasn't outstanding. But it felt authentic and held an aura and personality of its own. This was in stark contrast to the soulless rich establishments that he had to visit regularly, which were typically designed and catered to appease the taste of rich men, to pander to their idea and definition of what constitute grandiose and luxury. Those places were essentially a reflection of the patrons that frequented them - pompous and ostentatious. If only all things in the world could be true to themselves like this little tavern. "Here." "It's quiet like you wanted, and it's not too crowded." Kaito's chain of thought was disrupted by the lady's first attempt at speaking in what almost felt like a long time ago. He nodded in appreciation at her holding out the door for him, before joining up with her as she tastefully picked a quiet spot for them to settle down. Again, the lady had consistently been taking the lead, even playing that moment of chivalry by the door in an atypical display of role reversal. It feels good to be taking the backseat for once. The man gave the bartender his signature poise that was not so much an outward smile, but that of a soft glint in his eyes as if to show he recognised her attention towards them in approval, and kept it on her even when her back was turned against them, until the staff was considerably distanced away. "Have you been here before?" "You have good taste," 
Kaito couldn't resist a titter. The little compliment pretty much capped his initial experience with the girl so far. "Cheers, for being such a gent. You've just showed me how enjoyable it actually feels when a woman is being courted. It must feel amazing for a beautiful girl like you, who must have often been seduced like that." He insinuated. The tease was delivered most nonchalantly, and came totally unexpected, abruptly showing the faintest of glimpse of the playful side of him that one would not typically imagine him capable of being; a stark contrast from the imposing, no-nonsense image that he had put himself out to be. "And no, I have not been here before. But I'm assuming you did.""I quite like this place, to be honest." He added on, but only after a pause as his eyes scanned through a fresh sushi display that was lined up neatly in front of them right within reaching distance, looking like a deliberate setup to tempt patrons into considering a piece or two to go along with their beverage. "May I know your name now, or are you withholding it from me? I'm Mayu Sato." "What coincidence. I happened to be called Mayu Saviour. I'd prefer you call me by my last name as I've got an affinity with it. Or, if you rather address me in full out of politeness, remove the vowels to my first name but keep the last as it is, so you make it a shorter, more conveniently pronounceable form." Again, he was as calm and composed as ever. "A bottle of Yuzu Sake, please." The man spoke when the bartender returned, and was quick to slide his credit card across the counter to pre-settle matters of billing before it could even become a debate. "And a plate of that sashimi right there for two to share." The bartender smiled at Kaito, before promptly getting to work. "My name is inconsequential to those who pass me by as quick as they come. You can ask me for my name again, if, you last more than the night with me." "I have to warn you though. I can be quite insufferable." "What were you doing at the party?" "Are you even from around this here? Because you certainly don't behave like one of us here from Tokyo." |
- Joined
- Jan 25, 2021
|
┌──────────────────────── *.☪.*───────────────────────┐ 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜. └──────────────────────── *.☪.*───────────────────────┘ |
|
|
|
|
Despite him never explicitly voicing his opinion on the establishment, Mayu could sense his quiet approval. His body language unfolded an untold story as his posture spoke volumes. His shoulders relaxed as he settled into his seat, as if exuding an unmissable air of contentment. ”Cheers, for being such a gent. You’ve just showed me how enjoyable it actually feels when a woman is being courted. It must feel amazing for a beautiful girl like you, who must have often been seduced like that.” “And no, I have not been here before. But I’m assuming you did.” “I quite like this place, to be honest.” Her expression conveyed what her inner voice couldn't quite say. Her brows furrowed as her eyes narrowed, as if he had uttered the most absurd comment imaginable - all while he praised the charm of the hole-in-the-wall restaurant casually. “Actually, I’ve only ever been on a date with one guy in my life… unless this also counts as a date?” Her eyes drifted towards her reflection against the polished bar counter, as if silently searching for answers within herself and decode her own thoughts. “Tonight has been a whirlwind of unfamiliar experiences. I truthfully don’t know how to process it all.” Not wanting to revisit the images that dwelled in her mind from nearly an hour ago, her head lifted as if to offer him a reassuring grin. “But… everything will be okay.” It was as if she was willing those words into the universe as she gave a small nod. “Yes, I've been here before, it’s definitely a nice place to visit, I’m glad you’re taking a liking to it too.” She admitted frequenting this little retreat, when the weight of the day became too much to bear and she craved a slice of solace. The classes were more than demanding, the battle to make new friends was anything but easy, and if she was being honest, everything about Tokyo felt overwhelming. Truthfully? Mayu yearned for nothing more than to go back to the comfort of her home. Everything there was familiar, where every face was known and every street felt like a part that had been etched inside of her DNA. ”What coincidence. I happened to be called Mayu Saviour. I'd prefer you call me by my last name as I've got an affinity with it. Or, if you rather address me in full out of politeness, remove the vowels to my first name but keep the last as it is, so you make it a shorter, more conveniently pronounceable form.” Huh. Someone is awfully smug. Shooting him a side-eyed glance, her lips parted as she exhaled a sigh, her palm pressing against her forehead to exaggerate her exasperation. Comical, how he’d lecture her on the “rules” of his name and yet, in the same breath, refused to give her any idea on what to call him. “So, since you insist on being so mysterious, I’ll just call you whatever I want in the meantime.” Huffing, her tone was unmistakably laced with a mild annoyance until her attention shifted towards the approaching bartender. Mayu rummaged through her purse as the man began to place their order, her fingers sprawling as they securely latched onto her phone - which doubled as a wallet. Fumbling as she grasped onto the plastic card, she watched as he had beat her to it. Narrowing her eyes into a distasteful glare, she realized she had no way to intervene. Instead, all she could do was pout as he skillfully took control of the situation. Not only did he order their meal and drinks without consulting her first, but he had also denied her any opportunity to voice her own preferences. ”How strange. I figured we’d at least discuss the plan for dinner and payment, but it seems you lack basic communication etiquette.” Her tone was unapologetically pointed, each word laced with an unspoken frustration. It wasn’t only about the order, but it was the way he had continuously withheld even the simplest of details, like his name. Navigating a conversation with him was proving challenging, given he had an agenda of his own that appeared to be unchanging no matter who he was faced with. “Nonetheless, I appreciate you for treating me.” Mayu attempted to interject her thanks in the midst of her agitation, not wanting to leave a bad impression with her “saviour”. 
"My name is inconsequential to those who pass me by as quick as they come. You can ask me for my name again, if, you last more than the night with me." "I have to warn you though. I can be quite insufferable." “Oh, so we’re playing games now?” Mayu questioned him as her voice edged with a distinct skepticism rather than amusement. “What exactly do you mean by more than the night with you?” Despite being inexperienced with situations that carried such a suggestive weight right from the get-go, the implications of his words weren’t entirely lost within her naivety. He wouldn’t dare subject me to something like that, especially after what I had endured tonight, would he? The thought flickered in her mind, uninvited but persistent. In spite of all the warning signs, her curiosity gnawed at her. Even despite her better judgement, she found herself intrigued, wanting to see where this exchange would lead. "What were you doing at the party?" Subtly, her jaw tightened. The way he enunciated the word ‘you’ struck a nerve - as if he were singling her out with an accusing finger without actually doing so. Quickly, Mayu managed to catch herself before her irritation could surface, recognizing that she was being overly sensitive. After all, he had saved her from an atrocious situation, even going as far to cover her tab with his. The weight of the night lingered with a heavy weight, leaving her feeling unsteady. Taking a small moment to collect herself, she inhaled deeply before exhaling a slow, measured breath before responding. “A classmate of mine casually asked me today if I wanted to go to a party.” Mayu began, her words honest with no hint of deceit. “She mentioned that the more girls that came, she would be introduced to some guy named Kaito.” Unbeknownst to Mayu, she was sitting right beside the very man that Akari desperately yearned to meet. 
“She scolded me for not knowing him,” Shaking her head, she revisited the absurd conversation. “Then she wouldn’t stop… going on and on about his achievements and her longing to meet him. It was… kind of scary to see how obsessed she was over a guy she had never met.” Casually she shrugged, dismissing the situation entirely. In Mayu’s eyes, that portion of the story wasn’t her problem. As the bartender arrived with the bottle of Yuzu Sake and two wine glasses, she carefully sat down the glasses in front of them. With practiced ease, her instrument uncorked the bottle, allowing the crisp aroma to fizzle in the air before the froth gradually subsided. Gingerly she poured the glasses with precision, careful to not cause the liquid to overflow. Once they were filled, she left the bottle in the center of them - an open invitation if they desired anymore throughout the night. “I’ll be right back with your sashami!” She stated with a polite nod, her body whirling around as she headed back towards the kitchen. “She never told me what type of party it was. Honestly, I think she was so hung up on meeting this guy that she could care less about the finer details.” Mayu picked up where she left off as her fingers stretched out to secure the glass against her palm. Giving it a slow, thoughtful swirl, her eyes studied the golden hue within the glass. “I just know now to not hang out with her, let alone trust anything she says. Lesson learned, I will be more guarded.” Pressing her lips up against the rim of her glass, she’d tilt it back gently before allowing a delicate sip to pass over her tongue. Satisfied, she’d set the glass back down with quiet finality. "Are you even from around this here? Because you certainly don't behave like one of us here from Tokyo." ”Wow! How could you ever tell?” Quipping with playful sarcasm, she let a light laugh follow to soften the edge of her words. “You got me! I’m from Yurihama. I came to Tokyo for school.” As she replied, her index finger nonchalantly tapped on her phone screen to check the time, only for her eyes to catch a glimpse of a message from Yamato. Noticeably her expression flickered as her eyes widened before she hastily masked her reaction. Despite wanting to read the contents of his message and response back, she chose to slip her phone back into her purse. He had taken forever to respond, so he could wait. “I’d ask you some questions too, but you like to keep me on my toes.” Mayu bantered as she lifted her glass for another sip. Just as she was talking, the bartender returned with their sashami, placing the dish before them before exiting with a polite bow. Undoubtedly she’d return back after granting them some space, wanting to check on how the food and drinks was faring. Momentarily she sat her glass down as she leaned forward, her eyes laced with an unmistakable curiosity. “So… would you grant me my selfish request to know more about you, hmm?” The woman challenged as she lifted the glass to take a deliberate sip, her eyes shimmering with interest - wondering how he’d respond. Perhaps the alcohol was giving her the pungent taste of liquid courage, inevitably loosening her out of her tightened shell. Remnants of the golden fluid coated her lips, a tiny droplet dribbling down the corner of her mouth and onto her chin. 
|
Last edited:
OP
OP
Keith Logan
Eclectic
- Joined
- Feb 26, 2022
|
┌──────────────────────── *.☪.*───────────────────────┐ 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙙, 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙢𝙨 𝙢𝙚. └──────────────────────── *.☪.*───────────────────────┘ |
|
|
|
|
"Actually, I've only ever been on a date with one guy in my life… unless this also counts as a date?" "A date is an understatement. This is the very beginning of my marriage proposal to you." Kaito so nonchalantly delivered his punchline. It was hard to tell if he was pulling her leg, or actually being serious with his show of the coolest of composure and the soft dilation of his pupils when he gazed upon her. "Tonight has been a whirlwind of unfamiliar experiences. I truthfully don't know how to process it all." "But… everything will be okay." "That's the spirit. I like you. Everything will always be okay so long as you allow yourself look onwards and upwards. It's a powerful mentality that can determine the level of success a person may achieve." The man spoke with a soft hint of gusto, certainly sounding like he truly believed in the mantra. It certainly cannot be anymore true for a person who still held the resilience to battle his own life circumstances to get to where he was. "Yes, I've been here before, it's definitely a nice place to visit, I'm glad you're taking a liking to it too." "I don't feel like I'm in Tokyo in here. This countryside vibe. Now I'm tempted to plan an impromptu trip down to Hokkaido for the following long holiday weekend. What poison have you just whispered into my ears? Would y-... " Then, there was a moment of silence, as his gaze locked onto hers. His mind went transiently deep in an internal monologue. He was considering solo travel, until... Now now, hold your horses. You barely know this woman. For all you know, she's a lunatic. She is pretty, pretty quiet. What do they say about girls like her? "... Never mind." He was part glad that she interjected by asking for his name as a timely distraction, to save him the potential blushes, of her rejecting his ludicrous offer for her to tag along with him on the hypothetical trip when they were only mere strangers. Not everyone would be as spontaneous as the man was. And it was easy to misinterpret his spirit of adventure as being downright creepy. "So, since you insist on being so mysterious, I'll just call you whatever I want in the meantime." Yeah, it's showing. She's definitely a feisty one. "Cute. You don't last very long in a banter, do you? Is that a measure of your stamina in general?" The man calmly replied. He could sense a certain irk in her tone, but chose to confront it with composure. The man loved a fight, thrived on adrenaline. So he certainly wasn't going to go easy on her simply because she pulled a face, for the opportunity to start a wildfire was simply too hard for him to resist. Plus, he could not help but drop the loosest of innuendo. She could not even accuse him of the attempt at cheekiness, for he could easily blame it on her filthy mind, if she did interpreted it in that manner. Vagueness was his defence. "And. Colour me intrigued. What would you call me, then?" "How strange. I figured we'd at least discuss the plan for dinner and payment, but it seems you lack basic communication etiquette." "Nonetheless, I appreciate you for treating me." The man sighed, not so much in annoyance, but of pretend resignation. "Do you typically demand so much out of a freebie? If I were to be on handouts, I would love a Maserati." In Mayu's defence, she did not choose to be treated. But the man did beat her to it. So that was the unfortunate consequence she had to deal with - his very natural penchant to drive people up the wall with his strange sense of "Oh, so we're playing games now?" "I love playing all kinds of games. I'm a gamer myself, if you can't tell. My mind breathes through constant stimulation.""What exactly do you mean by more than the night with you?" "I don't know. We could go grab an ice cream after, or tomorrow, or the day after. What were you thinking?" No harm intended. It's Friday night. And it was all in good fun. If she could bring herself to see it that way. At the same time, he was acutely aware of not wanting to wet blanket the evening by being too overly aggressive or offensive with his play, as much as he adored indulging in some heart and stomach churning banter that was so inherently him. Thus naturally, he lightened up the very next moment, by negating his previously calculated jibe. "Well, if this upsets you, you can take comfort that there aren't many hours left for the night that you need to deal with me." "The least I can do to make it up to you, is to invite you out for a proper meal, some time over the next week." "That is, if you don't already find me a pain by the end of tonight." "But for now, just sit back, relax, and let me take good care of your evening, will you?" Take charge. Again, that was a core trait of the man. He was a CEO, after all. "What were you doing at the party?" "A classmate of mine casually asked me today if I wanted to go to a party." "She mentioned that the more girls that came, she would be introduced to some guy named Kaito." "She scolded me for not knowing him," "Then she wouldn't stop… going on and on about his achievements and her longing to meet him. It was… kind of scary to see how obsessed she was over a guy she had never met." "Kaito sounds like a hell of a man. But also, quite a bit obnoxious, don't you think? If he is using ladies to draw in the ladies. How many had fallen into the trap, including yourself?" He shook his head, detesting, before he took his glass and gobbled a generous mouthful, seemingly passionate about his opinion at the very moment. "Rich men." He paused, before turning his attention back onto her. "What do you think?" Just when he thought that Friday night was going to be a bore, he found himself a gaming partner. "I just know now to not hang out with her, let alone trust anything she says. Lesson learned, I will be more guarded." "Mmh hmm." He nodded, taking a second mouthful, before continuing. "Or you can just simply embrace the flow of events, whatever happens to you." "This sake here wouldn't have happened for instance, if not for your friend." "I don't mean to sound schadenfreude and exult on your misfortune earlier. But, I'm enjoying tonight's proper company so far, thanks to that incident so... cheers to that?" He raised his glass, half expecting a toast to be returned, only to pull it back a short moment on, when he was cognizant to the absurdity of it. Alcohol already taking a slight effect on his cognitive capacity? The man then scoffed, at himself. "I'm sorry." And then, another mouthful went into his mouth. He was that baffling, and complex. "So… would you grant me my selfish request to know more about you, hmm?" "Only it you tell me most honestly, three things about me that makes you so keen to know more about me." The man then noticed a trickle of wine flowing down her lips. Instinctively, he reached out a hand and halted the movement of the leading droplet with the press of his index finger right by the very edge of her chin, before brushing it up to wipe the entire trail clean. For a moment, his digit lingered by the corner of her lips, giving it two circular brushes on the spot to make sure he did a clean job. Then, in a split second moment's of mischief, his instincts had him guiding his sake coated finger, slipping it… pass her lips. 
"This is expensive sake." He followed up, but after a moment's pause, an attempt at justifying his action, lest she granted him another one of her judgemental glares. Unfortunately, even Kaito realised that maybe, just maybe, he had taken it too far by intruding into her personal space. Could he maybe get around it by blaming it on the alcohol rush? Well, regardless, it was too late for regret. |
- Joined
- Jan 25, 2021
|
┌──────────────────────── *.☪.*───────────────────────┐ 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜. └──────────────────────── *.☪.*───────────────────────┘ |
|
|
|
|
"Or you can just simply embrace the flow of events, whatever happens to you." "This sake here wouldn't have happened for instance, if not for your friend." "I don't mean to sound schadenfreude and exult on your misfortune earlier. But, I'm enjoying tonight's proper company so far, thanks to that incident so... cheers to that?" “No, not at all. I didn’t take it negatively.” Gingerly she swirled the contents within her glass, her eyes glued to the liquid ripple and flow as she mulled over how to respond back. “It’s healthy to think of the positives when you’re faced with negatives. If you’re forced to go through troubling times, you can cry over it, or? You could choose to embrace it. It’s all about perspective.” Shrugging casually, she’d let out a small giggle, almost feeling like a therapist in the middle of a lecture. “That’s my take on it, anyways.” "I'm sorry." ”Hey, that’s nothing to be sorry about.” Offering a reassuring smile, she lifted her glass in response to his gesture. Before he could fully retract his arm away, their glasses met with a gentle clink, sealing their cheer as it rang out in the air. “If anything, I should be the one to apologize.” Mayu admitted, taking a polite sip before resting the cup on the table. “I’ve been a tad rude to your hospitality, and I know you’re just trying to make our conversation lively to get my mind away from what happened earlier.” Picking up her wooden chopsticks, she’d carefully grasp at a piece of yellowtail sashimi before popping it into her mouth. Her free hand raised to cover her mouth, politely chewing with her mouth closed. ”I’m a bit socially awkward, but I’m aware that’s not an excuse.” She stated after swallowing her food, attempting to make an effort to clear the air about her demeanor. "Only if you tell me most honestly, three things about me that makes you so keen to know more about me." “I think you’re just looking for an excuse for me to compliment you.” Mayu parts her lips with a soft giggle, her head shaking as if to brush off her own humor as she refocused on the conversation at hand. Going all day on nearly an empty stomach, the sake began to course through her veins quicker than usual. A light buzz promptly filled in her head accompanied by a swirling sensation, the warmth spreading through her body as the majority of it etched onto her cheeks with a rosy hue. The tension she was once holding onto began to melt away like snow, feeling more at ease by this man's side than before. As her lips opened to offer him her three reasons, his sly index finger pressed against her chin, catching the woman off guard entirely. His touch felt almost paternal as he began to wipe away the stray trace of liquid she hadn’t quite felt yet, but the subtle intimacy of his gesture fueled her heart to skip a beat. Her breath hitched in her esophagus, those hazel irises gauging his expressions as she pondered over the unspoken thought that had driven him to close the distance between them. 
”T-thank you…” Ah, there she went stuttering again. Assuming he was done wiping away her careless mess, his finger grew bolder. Her body grew stiff as a shiver of suspense ran through her, watching as his finger traced the corner of her lips with delicate care. Mayu debated on whether to pull away or allow him to indulge in his quiet teasing. It was hard to not melt to his touch, the warmth of his finger awakening a longing she hadn’t realized ran so deep - mixed with the influence of alcohol. Mayu was starved of affection, not receiving it properly at home nor here in Japan. She was uncaring if this was a fleeting game for him. Right at this moment, she craved the simple connection that was brewing, however temporary it may be. Just as she was in the midst of teetering on the edge of indulgence, reality reeled her back in. Her eyes broadened as she watched his finger - without a moment's hesitation or a sliver of remorse - slip past her lips and into her mouth, resting on her limp tongue. "This is expensive sake." "Don't you waste it." Ugh, these ridiculous games of yours! Knitting her brows together as she registered the audacity of his move, she shot him a scolding glare. Instead of retreating, she opted to seize control, flipping the dynamic in an instant. The desire to force him on the tips of his toes and turn the tables with her own twist of teasing defiance was sweeter than the sake on his finger. Sealing her lips around his digit, Mayu denied him any chance to pull away from the action he initiated. Deliberately slow, her tongue began to whirl around his finger in a shameless display, ensuring not one drop would be left untouched on his skin. Despite not ever having experience on anything this lewd before, her body seemed to possess an innate knowledge - as if webbed into her DNA. Her movements were precise yet teasing, taking her time to clean him off with a wicked sense of care. 
With an audible POP, she released her mouth from his digit, her tongue flicking outwards to trace her lips in a playful motion as her gaze locked onto his as a playful glint shimmered in her hues. The lingering heat of the moment hung in the air between them, as if someone had just turned on the furnace. “How kind, it’s rather delicious when you’re in the mix.” Oh god, I want to die! Creeping through her, embarrassment gnawed at her core, questioning what on earth had possessed her to be so bold. Truthfully, she knew why. It was to match his energy, to make him be the one caught off guard for once during their exchange. But now, in the aftermath? The confidence that once fueled her began to waver, leaving her unexpectedly flustered by her own action. Ugh, why do I feel so awkward now?! Sharply she exhaled as she brought her palms to her cheeks, delivering three firm slaps to both sides unapologetically in front of him. It was meant to silence the nagging voices whirling in her head, but all it did was draw more attention to her. Her skin tingled from the impact as the sting settled in, her cheeks now flush with an enhanced pink. |
OP
OP
Keith Logan
Eclectic
- Joined
- Feb 26, 2022
|
┌──────────────────────── *.☪.*───────────────────────┐ 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙙, 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙢𝙨 𝙢𝙚. └──────────────────────── *.☪.*───────────────────────┘ |
|
|
|
|
"No, not at all. I didn't take it negatively." "It's healthy to think of the positives when you're faced with negatives. If you're forced to go through troubling times, you can cry over it, or? You could choose to embrace it. It's all about perspective." "That's my take on it, anyways." "Mmh hmm." Kaito responded. Perhaps there was a mildest hint of suspicion in his tone, despite a brief smile that he afforded her. He had dealt with a great deal of networking of late since he took over Gaia to understand that people were always often too keen to establish a good first impression, even if it meant pulling up a facade. He felt it remains to be seen if she actually practices what she preaches, that she was actually very much like he was beliefs wise, or was she just trying to impress him. Call it arrogant with his presumption that she might be putting in a superficial gear. But that was his genuine experience with people both in his professional and personal life, especially in recent times. "I'm sorry." "Hey, that's nothing to be sorry about." "If anything, I should be the one to apologize." "I've been a tad rude to your hospitality, and I know you're just trying to make our conversation lively to get my mind away from what happened earlier." On that previous note, maybe she was not as pretentious as most other people, after all? At least she had the benevolence and selflessness to assume a blame, even though what had transpired wasn’t really that much of a deal to him, or could it be rightfully attributed as her fault. Mayu probably wouldn’t know that Kaito had been surrounded by snakes long enough to actually be surprised at Mayu’s display of grace. From Kaito’s perspective, a decent human being was hard to come by. But their exchange of pleasantries and formality didn’t last for long, once Kaito provided an initially unintended, but spontaneous opening for the floodgates of flirtatious banter to open. "Only if you tell me most honestly, three things about me that makes you so keen to know more about me." "I think you're just looking for an excuse for me to compliment you." “I think if you truly want something, you’re going to need to work for it.” Admittedly, he hadn’t allow her enough time to work through her thoughts before she could provide him an answer. Kaito was more keen on taking advantage of the situation before he would let it slip. The man was one who always seized an opportunity that was presented to him. And the brewing tension between them, however mild or fleeting, was enough to tempt him to take the plunge. At worst, the evening would end up as an embarrassing date, and they would part ways and never see each other ever again. Kaito would be able to live with that. So his thumb went in deeper. It was Friday night. It was play time. The young CEO found it particularly amusing that she was caught in a near complete trance the entire time he traced his dangerous finger around her borderline precariously intimate region that seemed Her intense widened gaze, the heavy heaving of her chest, her slurring of speech, and the sudden rigidness right after he plunged his thumb pass her lips - fucking adorable. The fun was good while it lasted - or at least, he thought it had ended, until he found that he couldn’t actually pull his digit out of her lips. He could feel her teeth clamping down on his finger quite menacingly, of which, she had caught him completely off guard. But he didn’t attempt to force his way free. Instead, he watched, and felt her caress his thumb most tinglingly, felt her soft tongue covered every millimetre of his intruding appendage. The faintest of nonchalant grin leaked from the one corner of his lips. She wanted a fight? Backing down was never in his nature. He would give it, no, bring the fight to her if she was asking for one. Instead of attempting to pull away for the second time, he pushed his thumb deeper for the counter assault, giving him the opportunity to brazenly test her gag reflex, the pad of his thumb softly digging into the back of her throat. Did she honestly expect the man like him to yield? She was asking for it. By the time she popped his finger out of her lips, the man was keen to study the "How kind, it's rather delicious when you're in the mix." Again, he was caught by surprise at her bold remark, which seemed to have gotten even more unhinged. He totally did not expect that coming from the outwardly coy lady, especially one that only just half an hour ago, treated him with passive aggressiveness. Watching her land three slaps across her cheeks was even more amusing, eliciting an even more prominent lob-sided smirk on his face. Then popped a spontaneous idea, inspired and fueled by her recent sexual aggression. She pulled her move. Now it was his turn to throw back his punch. Kaito honestly thought she was going to land a fourth slap across her own cheeks, when his left hand reached up to grasp both her hands by her wrists with a firm grip, locking it in place. He then took it upon his own stride to lash a firm moderate slap over her left cheek, enough to leave a dull ache, before sensually brushing her cheek with the same hand immediately after. Mayu had just been treated to an astounding contrasting starter of dominance, quick to be remedied by gentleness, serially meted then showered onto her. His eyes was then locked onto her on a deep gaze. "You actually think you've gotten a taste of me?" "That's but the taste of spring water to cleanse your palate before any food is even served." Kaito's eyes had turned a tad softer, his pupils, darkened. His smile was like that of the fuzzy warmness of a sunset. Then, he leaned in and whispered into her left ear. 
"... Tonight's chef special consists of a four course meal that thematically utilises a heavy load of milk and cream. You don't happen to be allergic to dairy, do you, Mayu?"From the corner of their eyes, the Bartender could be seen frowning from the distance. It was easy to misinterpret that overall display as domestic violence happening in a public space. She could not blame him for turning up the heat. She chose to engage him head on. And she would be quick to learn that there was no way the naturally combative man would even think of backing down, once he sense a fight was served up to his hands. He hadn't been entirely explicit either, as much as it would be tempting for anyone to interpret his words as innuendoes. He was laying out all the proverbial landmines on this battlefield that they found themselves locked in, waiting on her to step on any one of them, so he could turn it around and simply blame it on her reckless Simultaneously, he had very stealthily tugged her hands precariously close to his manly asset. His fingers still firmly binding around her wrists, and had rested her digits on his thighs, not too close for her to scream indecency, but the evidential bulge that had been present by his pants that was almost within scratching distance, had now been brought to her attention. Again, Mayu wouldn't know if he had deliberately done so. 
“Is everything alright?” The bartender’s voice suddenly pierced through the pair’s little bubble, yanking them back into reality. Under the pretense of looking to refill a near empty glass, the female then turned her gaze to Mayu, displaying signs of concern. She did not speak. But her eyes were telling of a girl who was more than ready to step in to save her, sisters-in-arms, should she sounded off that she required help. |