Shizuka thought nobody cared enough to come to her tea party… until the door opened and the wrong person stepped inside.
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Shizuka sat at the low table in the living room, her gaze drifting to the wall clock for the tenth time. The hands pointed past 5:45 p.m., the minute hand crawling forward like it had nowhere important to be. Plates of freshly baked cookies lined the table in neat rows—chocolate chip, butter, and a few experimental matcha ones she had tried for the first time—next to a pot of steaming barley tea and a stack of colorful cups she had picked out herself. Everything looked perfect, just the way she had pictured when she sent the invitations.
She had asked Gian, Suneo, Nobita, and Doraemon to come over after school. Her mother was away visiting relatives for the weekend, so the house felt bigger and quieter than usual. Shizuka had spent the whole afternoon in the kitchen, apron tied tight, following the new recipe book step by step. She could already imagine their faces when they tasted the cookies, Gian probably grabbing three at once, Suneo pretending he ate fancier things every day, Nobita thanking her between mouthfuls, and Doraemon sneaking extras into his fourth-dimensional pocket.
But the doorbell never rang. The chairs around the table stayed empty.
Shizuka let out a small sigh, shoulders drooping. "They must be busy," she whispered to the quiet room, voice soft so it wouldn't echo too much. She stood up slowly, smoothing her skirt, and reached for the nearest plate to start clearing away.
Ding-dong.
The chime cut through the stillness like a bright ribbon. Shizuka's head snapped up, eyes widening. A smile bloomed across her face, warm and sudden, chasing away the little cloud that had settled over her. She hurried out of the living room, socks sliding a bit on the wooden hallway floor, and reached the front door in quick light steps. Fingers on the handle, she pulled it open with an eager swing.
The smile faltered for the tiniest moment when she saw who stood on the doorstep.
Revanth—Nobita's cousin from India, the university student who had been staying with them for the past month—grinned back at her, cheeks lifted high, dark hair a little windswept from the evening breeze. He wore a light jacket over his college hoodie, backpack slung over one shoulder.
"I'm not late for the party, am I?" he asked, tone bright and teasing.
Shizuka blinked once, memory catching up. Of course—she had run into him at Nobita's house a few days ago while dropping off a notebook, and in her excitement about the cookies she had invited him too. She hadn't really expected him to remember, let alone come.
Before she could answer, Revanth lifted the soft bundle in his arms. A round teddy bear with creamy fur, a red ribbon tied in a bow around its neck, stared up at her with shiny button eyes.
"I saw this on the way and thought it would look cute in your room," he said, holding it out.
Shizuka's hands flew to her mouth as she gasped, delight sparkling in her eyes. She took the teddy gently, hugging it against her chest, fingers sinking into the plush fur. It really was the cutest thing—round cheeks, tiny stitched smile, ears flopped just right.
"Revanth-kun, thank you so much!" she exclaimed, voice lifting with honest joy. "It's adorable!"
She reached out without thinking, caught his free hand in hers, and tugged him inside. "Come in, come in—the tea is still warm!"
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(A few minutes later)
Shizuka watched Revanth lift one of the chocolate chip cookies to his mouth, the crisp edge cracking under his bite. He chewed politely, nodding as he swallowed, but his eyes wandered toward the window where the evening sky had turned a soft purple. A tiny frown tugged at the corner of his lips, the kind that appeared when someone tried hard not to look uninterested.
She leaned forward on her knees, fingers laced together. The last thing she wanted was for her only guest to feel bored after coming all this way. "Revanth, do you want to play a game?" she asked, voice bright to chase away the quiet.
He turned his head, cookie still in hand, and raised an eyebrow. "What sort of games do you have?"
Shizuka tilted her head, thinking for a second, then smiled. "We could play house if you want."
Revanth paused mid-bite, eyes widening just a touch. "Are you sure?"
She nodded quickly, pink creeping into her cheeks but excitement winning over shyness. "It'll be fun! My room is more comfortable for playing. Come on."
They both stood from the low table. Shizuka scooped up the new teddy bear, hugging it close for a moment before cradling it in one arm. With her free hand she caught Revanth's, fingers curling around his warmly, and guided him out of the living room into the corridor. Her socks whispered over the floor as she led him up the wooden stairs, each step creaking in the familiar way only her house did.
At the top she pushed open the door to her room, soft lamplight spilling out to greet them. The space smelled faintly of vanilla from the cookies downstairs and the gentle flower scent of her shampoo. Pink curtains framed the window, schoolbooks sat neat on the desk, and her bedspread bloomed with tiny printed roses.
Revanth stepped in after her, glancing around with a playful grin. "Wow, Shizuka, it's like walking into a strawberry candy box."
She giggled, blush deepening as she carried the teddy bear to her bed and set it carefully beside the pillow, propping it so its round face peeked out. Then she spun back to face him, hands clasped behind her back. "We can play husband and wife. I'll be the wife waiting at home, and you come back from the office all tired."
Revanth gave a small shrug, lips twitching with a teasing smile. "Sounds like a tough role for me," he said, strolling over to the door and leaning against the frame as though he had just stepped inside from a long day.
Revanth pushed off the doorframe with an exaggerated groan, shoulders slumping as he shuffled into the room like a man carrying the weight of a thousand meetings. He loosened an imaginary tie at his collar, kicked off his shoes in slow motion, and let his backpack slide to the floor with a soft thud.
Shizuka hurried toward him, arms outstretched in playful welcome. "Welcome home, dear! How was your day at the off—"
The words vanished the instant his hands cupped her cheeks, warm palms gentle yet sudden, and he leaned down to press his lips against hers. The kiss landed soft at first, then lingered, tasting faintly of the chocolate chip cookie he had eaten downstairs. Shizuka froze, eyes wide, breath caught somewhere between surprise and the sweet shock of it.
He drew back just enough to see her face, a small sly curve at the corner of his mouth. Then he strolled past her toward the bed, flopping backward onto the rose-patterned spread with a dramatic sigh. "My schedule has been crazy," he said, voice low and tired, arms spreading out like he might never get up again. "Meetings, deadlines, the usual madness."
He tilted his head, noticing her still standing in the middle of the room. "Shizuka? You okay?"
Color flooded her cheeks in a bright rush, heat racing all the way to her ears. She blinked quickly, feet carrying her forward in tiny hesitant steps. "Y-yeah, I'm fine," she managed, the words stumbling over themselves. She reached the edge of the bed and clasped her hands together. "Do you… want some tea? I can bring the barley tea up if—"
Revanth's fingers closed around her wrist before she could finish, tugging with easy strength until she tumbled forward. A startled squeak escaped her as she landed straddling his lap, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of him, skirt bunching softly against his jeans. His free hand settled at the curve of her thigh, thumb tracing slow circles over the fabric.
"I need something better than tea to loosen up after a rough day," he whispered, breath warm against her ear, eyes half-lidded and playful. His palm slid higher, fingertips brushing the sensitive skin just beneath the hem of her skirt, inching toward the gentle swell between her legs with loose hold turning bold.
Shizuka twisted in his lap, small fists pounding against his chest as his fingers hooked the edge of her panties and pulled the cotton aside. He traced the soft outer lips of her little pink hole, parting the soft petals with one thick digit that slid along her dry slit. She bucked her hips to escape the touch, legs kicking uselessly while his fingertip circled the entrance of her tight little pink hole. Tears welled in her eyes when he pressed forward, the pad of his finger forcing past the resisting ring of muscle into her pinched pink opening. Her breath hitched in sharp gasps as he pushed deeper, knuckles brushing the sparse curls of her pubic hair.
She whimpered, palms shoving at his shoulders. "Stop it, Revanth! Please take it out!" His finger kept moving, curling slightly inside her narrow passage, scraping against the tender insides of her little pink hole. Shizuka tried to lift herself off his lap, thighs trembling, but his other arm locked around her waist like a steel band, pinning her down against his hardness. The heel of his hand ground against her mound while the buried finger twisted, stretching her dry little pink hole wider. She cried out, nails digging into his shirt as another knuckle sank inside.
"Shh, just relax, Shizuka," he cooed near her ear, breath hot against her cheek. His finger drew back only to thrust in again, coating itself in the barest hint of little ribbon wetness. She shook her head wildly, tears spilling down flushed cheeks. The invading digit plunged deeper, probing the tight lining of her little pink hole while his thumb grazed the hood of her small cherry tip. Shizuka's legs clamped together, trying to crush his wrist, but he forced them apart with his elbow, keeping her spread over his lap.
She sobbed openly now, voice cracking. "It hurts… it really hurts!" His finger pumped steadily inside her clenching little pink hole, the second joint now buried among her soft pubic curls. Every withdrawal dragged against her raw silky ruffles, every push forced a fresh wave of stinging pain through her core. Shizuka's hands clawed at his forearm, trying to pull him away, but the arm around her back only tightened. His thumb rolled over her small cherry tip again, rough circles that made her hips jerk in protest. Tears dripped onto his shirt as he added a second finger, stretching her tight entrance wider.
"You're doing fine, sweetheart," he murmured, lips brushing her temple. The two fingers scissored apart inside her little pink hole, opening the slickless channel with fast back-and-forth spreads. Shizuka's cries grew hoarse, back arching to escape the burning stretch. His palm cupped her mound fully now, coarse pubic hair trapped beneath his skin as he worked both digits deeper. She felt every ridge of his knuckles dragging along her soft petals, the pain radiating up into her stomach. Her thighs shook uncontrollably, muscles straining against the iron hold of his arm.
She sobbed again, weaker this time, chest heaving. "Please… stop…" Revanth ignored the plea, fingers curling upward to stroke the sensitive spot of her little pink hole in slow hooks. The motion sent sharp cramps through her pelvis, her body clenching hard around the intrusion. He twisted his wrist, knuckles grinding against her silky ruffles while the fingertips searched deeper inside the stinging closed folds. Shizuka's head fell back, fresh tears sliding into her hair as the heel of his hand pressed hard over her swollen small cherry tip.
"Feel how warm you are inside," he whispered softly, voice almost proud. His fingers pistoned now, short thrusts that made wet, reluctant sounds despite her dryness. Shizuka bit her lip until she tasted blood, trying to silence the pained whimpers escaping her throat. Both digits plunged to the hilt, bases nestled among her dampened pubic curls. He spread them wide again, holding her little pink hole open while her tight lining fluttered in useless protest. Her hips twitched with every stretch, pain shooting through her core like needles.
The rhythm grew faster, fingers slamming in and out of her aching little pink hole with lewd squelches. Shizuka's fists weakened against her chest, arms trembling from the effort of fighting. His thumb mashed roughly against her small cherry tip, rolling the sensitive pearl under calloused skin. Tears streamed freely down her face, breath coming in broken hiccups as the stinging scrape rose. His arm around her waist lifted her slightly with each thrust, then dropped her back down to meet the upward drive of his fingers. Her soft petals puffed red around the pistoning digits, pubic hair matted with sore pussy damp.
He drove three fingers into her now, stretching the tight ring of her little pink hole until it burned white-hot. Shizuka's cry cracked in the middle, body rigid in his grip. The thick knuckles battered her entrance on every retreat, dragging the tender rim outward before ramming back inside her pinched pink opening. His palm slapped lightly against her mound, coarse curls stinging under the impact. Pain twisted deep in her belly, radiating outward with thick aching thrust again through her swollen channel.
The thrusts quickened, fingers curling and uncurling rapidly inside her little pink hole. Shizuka's legs splayed wider over his lap, toes curling hard against nothing as fresh cramps hit. Her tight lining clamped down hard around the invading digits, trying to expel them, but only pulled them deeper. Revanth's thumb rubbed hard circles over her sore small cherry tip, sending stabs of stinging ache up her core. Tears blurred her vision, mouth open in silent screams as the pressure coiled tighter despite every ounce of resistance.
Her body seized suddenly, back bowing against his restraining arm. A broken wail tore from her throat as her little pink hole spasmed violently around his buried fingers. Hot tears poured down her cheeks while the sore pink burst ripped through her, tight lining fluttering and milking the thick digits inside her sore little pink hole. Shizuka shuddered hard in his lap, hips jerking through the waves of painful release. Her soft petals hung slack around his knuckles, pubic hair soaked now with the proof of what he did, as Shizuka's strength gave out and she sagged limp against him.
Revanth leaned close, lips brushing the damp trail of tears on her cheek as he gave a soft peck. "You did so well for me, Shizuka," he cooed, voice low and warm against her skin. His arm loosened around her waist, fingers stroking her back in slow circles while he shifted their weight. Shizuka's limp body offered no resistance as he eased her down, guiding her gently until her back met the rose-patterned spread and her head sank into the pillow beside the forgotten teddy bear.
Her legs stayed heavy, thighs trembling from lingering ache as his palms settled on the soft skin just above her knees. He parted them slowly, spreading her open with hushed parting hands, the cool air of the room brushing against her exposed little pink hole. Shizuka's eyes fluttered half-closed, breath shallow and broken, too drained to fight the hands that held her thighs apart.
The quiet room filled with the faint metallic rasp of a zipper sliding down.