Saki Kawasaki finished her tutoring session an hour early and went to the Future Comics Publishing House.
She and Ebina Hina didn't actually need tutoring, but for various reasons, they still chose Hiratsuka Shizuka's sessions.
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In the Kawasaki family's kitchen—
"Okay, Yumiko, leave the rest to me," Ebina Hina said after seeing that the ingredients were all prepared.
"I… I can help," Miura Yumiko said quietly.
"I saw the note Yui wrote, and I also saw that Akira-kun kissed her. If you don't want this chance, then just forget it," Ebina said with a teasing smile.
"!" Miura Yumiko's face immediately turned bright red.
Ebina watched her silently, still smiling.
Yumiko lowered her head, shy and conflicted. After a long time, she finally looked up at Ebina.
"Hina… thank you."
"You're welcome. We're friends," Ebina replied softly, her tone gentle.
Yumiko nodded, then quietly walked out of the Kawasaki kitchen.
Ebina watched her leave, a faint smile on her lips, and then turned back to preparing dinner.
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When Miura Yumiko stepped outside the Kawasaki house, she saw Hiratsuka Shizuka and Kawasaki Keika in the yard.
The two of them looked up at her when they heard the door open.
"Sensei…" Yumiko said nervously, afraid Hiratsuka-sensei might see through her thoughts.
"Go help Yuigahama Yui. Her cooking skills still need some work," Hiratsuka Shizuka said lightly.
"Okay," Yumiko answered, her face lighting up a little as she walked toward the stairs.
Hiratsuka watched her back and sighed softly.
She already knew why Yumiko was going upstairs, but she didn't stop her.
She had learned to let go — and knew that some things couldn't be stopped.
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A few minutes later—
Miura Yumiko stood in front of Akira Fujimiya's apartment door.
She took a deep breath, raised her hand, and knocked softly.
A moment later, Yuigahama Yui opened the door.
She smiled at Yumiko but didn't say anything.
Yumiko stepped inside, changed her shoes, and glanced toward Akira's bedroom door before looking at the kitchen.
"Yui, do you need help?"
"No, I want to do it myself," Yui replied, shaking her head with determination.
Seeing that, Yumiko slowly walked toward Akira's room.
She was just about to knock when the bedroom door opened.
Akira Fujimiya stood there, calm as ever, as if he had been expecting her.
Yumiko froze, lowering her head in embarrassment.
"Come in. Help me draw the background," Akira said casually before glancing toward the kitchen, where Yui was focused on her cooking.
Yumiko stepped into the room, and Akira quietly closed the door behind her.
The moment the door shut, Akira suddenly pulled Yumiko into his arms.
"Akira-kun, what kind of background should I draw?" Yumiko asked softly, her face flushed, though she still remembered what he'd said earlier.
"I've already finished the background, Yumiko," Akira murmured.
Yumiko blinked, stunned for a moment.
Then she understood what he meant and lowered her head even further, her cheeks glowing red.
"Yumiko," Akira said quietly, "look up."
"...mhm."
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Dinner time.
Akira looked at the curry on the table.
"I followed the recipe, so… it should be fine," Yuigahama Yui said nervously, glancing at him.
Akira didn't respond. He picked up a spoon, scooped a bit of rice and curry, and ate silently.
Yui watched him anxiously.
He finished one spoonful, then took another — still without saying a word.
"Akira-kun, how is it?" she finally asked.
"Kiss me, and I'll tell you," Akira said, giving her a sidelong glance.
Without hesitation, Yui leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek.
"Well done," Akira said with a faint smile. "Next time, I'll do the cooking."
"It… really doesn't taste good?" Yui asked softly, looking down.
"Yukino and I have practiced our cooking for quite some time. You can't surpass us in just a few weeks," Akira said as he lightly tapped her forehead.
"I… I'll keep trying," Yui said with a small smile.
"Eat up. I'll handle the dishes after," Akira said, continuing his meal.
"Leave it to me," Yui replied playfully. "I'll do my best to be a proper maid and not let Akira-kun down."
Akira looked at her and smiled faintly, his eyes a little complicated but said nothing more.
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After dinner—
Akira went downstairs.
Ebina Hina and Miura Yumiko had already finished cleaning up the Kawasaki kitchen and were waiting for him.
When he saw them, he simply nodded and walked toward the door.
They followed him silently.
After leaving Sakurasou, Akira reached out his hand toward Yumiko.
Blushing, she hesitated briefly before stepping forward and placing her hand in his.
Akira held her hand tightly, his gaze fixed ahead.
"Fujimiya-kun," Ebina said with a teasing tone, "I heard from Yui that you've been jogging every morning. Is it for the future~?"
"Morning runs are for physical training. It's not what you're thinking," Akira replied casually.
"Good health has its… advantages," Ebina said with a knowing smile.
"It's not appropriate for you to talk to me about that," Akira said flatly.
"I don't mean anything strange. I'm just curious," Ebina chuckled.
"Let Yumiko tell you later," Akira replied, glancing at Yumiko.
Yumiko's face turned crimson. She knew exactly what he meant and lowered her head in embarrassment.
Ebina smiled faintly and didn't pursue it further.
They continued walking quietly until they reached the station.
Akira watched as the two girls entered, then turned around and walked away.
He knew Ebina hadn't asked that question for any indecent reason. Rather, she was reminding him — about balance, about how to arrange things properly.
It was impossible to keep everyone together, even if they agreed. And even if they did… Akira himself wouldn't.
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Back at Sakurasou.
As soon as Akira opened the door, he froze.
Standing in front of him was Yuigahama Yui, wearing a maid outfit.
"Welcome back, Master Akira," she said with a graceful bow.
"Is Yukino back yet?" Akira asked while changing his shoes, playing along.
"Not yet, Master. Yukinoshita-san hasn't returned," Yui replied, blinking innocently.
"Come with me to my room," Akira said, slipping into his slippers and walking toward his bedroom.
Yui's face turned red, but she followed him quietly.
They entered the room together.
Akira switched on the light, sat down at his desk, and took out his drawing tools. Then he looked at her.
"Come here. I'll teach you how to draw."
"Master Akira… I'm just a maid," Yui whispered, her voice trembling slightly — perhaps from embarrassment, perhaps from excitement.
"Then, as a maid, you should listen to your master," Akira said calmly. "A disobedient maid would get punish."
"Okay… okay...," Yui said shyly, stepping closer until she stood right in front of him.
Akira gently pulled her into his arms and began explaining how to hold the tools, how to draw each line.
At first, Yui listened carefully. But when she felt Akira's hand brushing against hers — a little too close — she lowered her head, her face burning red.
Suddenly, Akira stopped.
He looked down at the girl in his arms, slightly surprised.
"Yui, you…"
"Akira-kun…" she whispered, summoning her courage, "…kiss me."
Akira followed her wish as he carried her to the bed.
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Yui, lay on the bed, her maid outfit discarded and forgotten, her chest rising and falling with anticipation, her harden nipples can be seen from her bra. Her eyes, dark and inviting, locked onto Akira's, a silent plea for more.
"You... you are insatiable, Master," Yui whispered shyly, her voice husky with desire. Her fingers traced the contours of his chest, her touch feather-light, sending shivers down his spine. "But I... I want to please you further."
{She is getting into Maid roleplay}
Akira's gaze intensified, his desire burning brighter with her words.
He leaned down, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss, his tongue demanding entrance.
Yui responded shyly as she slowly open her mouth, while her arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer as they deepen the kiss.
Kiss! Kiss! Slurp!
Kiss! Slurp! Kiss!
Their kiss deepened, a passionate kiss of tongues, a silent promise.
Reluctantly breaking away, Akira's breath caressed Yui's ear, "What a bold maid, I have."
Yui's averted her eyes at first but get motivated to please him, as she rolled them over, her body pressing against his.
She slowly goes between his legs her presence a promise of pleasure, She wore nothing but a thin bra and panties, that clung to her body, hinting at the softness of her skin beneath.
Her eyes, deep and glistening with arousal, shyness —very dangerous mix—as her eyes locked onto his as she leaned forward, her lips parting slightly in a silent invitation.
With deliberate slowness, Yui reached out, her fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of Akira's private part, sending a shiver through him.
Her touch was feather-light, teasing, as if she were mapping the terrain of his body with an artist's precision.
Her gaze never left his — She was pleased after looking at his reaction — as she shifted closer, her warm breath against his penis.
Then, with a grace that spoke of practiced devotion, she lowered her head, her mouth hovering just above his throbbing penis.
Akira's breath hitched as he felt the heat of her breath envelop him, a prelude to the ecstasy he knew was coming.
Yui's lips parted, and she took him in slowly, her mouth wrapping around the head of his cock with a tightness that was both firm and tender.
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!
Her tongue swirled, tracing the sensitive ridge, her lips sealing around him in a suction that made Akira's toes curl.
She started slow, her movements deliberate, as if savoring every inch of him.
Her tongue flicked and slurped, her lips moving down his shaft, her hands gently caressing his balls, while she used her tongue to lick his penis. The sounds of her mouth—
Slurp! Slurp! Lick! Suck! Slurp!
Slurp! Suck! Lick! Slurp!
—filled the room, a symphony of desire that echoed in Akira's ears.
Her devotion was palpable, her focus absolute.
Her usual shyness — GONE!
She already learn how to please him after only some session.
Pop!
Lick! Lick! Lick!
She take out his penis, and started licking from the base to the tip, her mouth hovering over the head to suck the pre-cum that had begun to bead at the crown.
Her fingers gently massaged his balls, one hand cupping them, the other stroking his thigh in a rhythm that mirrored her mouth.
Suck!
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!
Then, with a tenderness that made Akira's heart swell, she took one ball into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it, her lips soft and warm.
Pop!
She took it out with a pop sound—
Suck!
As She switched to the other, her movements slow and deliberate, her eyes never leaving his.
Akira watched her with a mix of love and raw hunger, his silence speaking volumes.
His hands rested on the bed, his fingers twitching with the urge to touch her, to guide her, but he held back, trusting her to take the lead.
"Now, Slowly," he murmured, his voice thick with need, "try to take 'it' as deep as you can, but don't force it." His words were a plea, a command, and a promise all at once.
Yui looked up at him, her eyes glistening with arousal, and slowly nodded,as she take out his now wet ball.
She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with anticipation, and then slowly, deliberately, she sank her mouth down his shaft, her lips stretching as she took him deeper.
Thrust!
Gulp! Glup!
"MMMPH! NGHH!"
Slurp! Slurp! Suck!
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!
Akira's breath caught in his throat as he felt her throat constrict around him, her gag reflex teasing the edge of control.
Thrust—!
Suddenly—
She paused for sometime, her eyes closed, her body trembling with the effort, but she didn't stop.
"Don't get impatient" Akira warned, his hand reaching out to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing against her soft skin.
His touch was gentle, a reminder of his presence, his guidance.
Yui nodded slowly with his penis inside her mouth, her now open eyes were filled with determination, and with a slow, steady motion, she deep-throated him once more, her nose pressing against his pubic hairs.
Thrust!
Slurp! Suck! Slurp!
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!
The sensation was overwhelming—her warmth, her tightness, the way her tongue pressed against the underside of his cock as she took him in.
Akira groaned, his body tensing as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak.
"Fuck, Yui," he whispered, his voice hoarse with need. "You're going to make me cum." His words were a warning.
He learn his lesson—
Yui's eyes locked onto his, her expression a mix of pride, desire and happiness as she held him deep, her tongue working around him in a rhythm that was both torturous and divine.
Then—
SPLAAAT! SPLAAAT! SPLAAAT!
Akira's body arched off the bed, his hips bucking slightly as he came, his hot seed filling Yui's mouth.
GULP! GULP! GLUP!
She swallowed greedily, her eyes never leaving his, her lips moving in silent encouragement as she milked every last drop from him.
The room was filled with the sounds of their labored breathing, the wetness of their bodies, the raw, unfiltered intimacy of the moment.
When it was over, Yui slowly pulled away, her lips slick with his cum, her cheeks flushed with exertion.
She lay back on the bed beside him, her breath ragged, her body still humming with the aftermath of pleasure.
Akira turned to her, his eyes soft with love and desire, his hand reaching out to stroke her hair. "You're incredible," he murmured, his voice a whisper.
But Yui wasn't done. With a sly smile, she shifted her body, her hand trailing down her own stomach, her fingers teasing the edge of her bra.
Akira's eyes followed her movement, his breath catching as she opened her bra, revealing the softness of her breasts, the tight peaks of her nipples.
She lay back, her body an invitation, her eyes daring him to take what he wanted.
Akira didn't need to be asked twice. With a hunger that matched her own, he leaned forward, his lips brushing against hers in a kiss that was both tender and demanding.
Kiss! Kiss! Slurp!
Kiss! Slurp! Slurp!
His hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs tracing the sensitive peaks of her nipples, his fingers massaging the soft flesh.
"Mmmmh!"
Yui moaned as she pulled back, her head tilting back, her body arching into his touch, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
"Haaa...Haaa"
He trailed kisses down her neck, his lips nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin, his tongue flicking against her trembling skin.
His hands moved lower, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist, the softness of her hips.
Yui's body trembled beneath him, her skin flushed, her breath coming in ragged bursts. "Akira," she whispered, her voice a plea, "please."
He smiled against her skin, his lips curving in a way that was both playful and predatory.
With deliberate slowness, he trailed kisses down her stomach, his tongue flicking against her navel, as his hands spreading her thighs.
Push!
Shlick! Slurp! Shlick!
"Hnnnng!"
Yui's breath hitched as she felt his fingers brush against her wetness, his touch sending sparks of pleasure through her body.
She spread her legs wider, her hips lifting in silent invitation, her eyes locked onto his.
Akira's fingers teased the edge of her pussy, his touch light and teasing, his tongue slowly diving between her folds, lapping at her clit.
"Ahh! Ahhh~! "
Yui moaned, her hips bucking slightly, her body arching into his touch.
The air was thick with anticipation, the tension between them palpable as Akira's mouth hovered over her core, his tongue poised to drive her over the edge.
But he held back, his breath warm against her skin, his lips brushing against her clit in a way that was both torturous and tantalizing.
"Mhng!"
Yui's body trembled, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, her eyes pleading with him to finish what he'd started.
But Akira wasn't ready to let her go just yet.
With a sly smile, he pulled away, his lips hovering just above hers, his breath warm against her skin. "Not yet," he whispered, in a teasing manner.
Yui's eyes widened, her body arching off the bed in a silent plea, but Akira only smiled, his fingers tracing the curve of her hip, his touch light and teasing.
The moment hung in the air, unresolved, the tension between them a tangible thing, a promise of pleasures yet to come.
And as their eyes locked, their breaths mingling, the room was filled with the silent, electric anticipation of what was to come.
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