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All Right! Fine! I’ll Take You! – Yui’s Lily Garden – Chapter 9
🕑 Added 2023-07-15 13:01:49 +0000 UTCI’ve lost count.
I’ve lost count of all the times I’ve woken up with Yukinon in my arms since we went to bed together last night after I told her that we wouldn’t have sex until she was ready for it.
And that is not because I’m that bad at math, Hikky. It’s just… It’s just that it was a lot of times, and I didn’t have to keep count because a part of me hoped this would go on for the rest of my life.
Except the part about her not being ready for sex. That I kinda feared would go on for the rest of my life…
Anyway, what is somehow new is waking up with me in herarms after she decided that she was more than ready for me to have sex.
It… takes me a moment to process.
Because we’re both naked, entangled under my covers, and my face is planted right between her breasts, my head held in place by two slender arms that seem to have confused me with a creepy panda plushie.
And… And my heart is racing as I keep waking up more and more, each new part of my mind to join the already aware ones being suddenly hit by something else. By her soft, warm, almost but not quite snoring puffs of breath going down my cheek, by the softness that my face is resting on, by the scent of—
Oh.
We… We may need a shower—two! We may need two showers! One after another!
Unless Mama has left early for work. In which case, I should do my best to save on the water bill, shouldn’t I? No need to waste all that hot water when I could drag Yukinon in there to show her precisely what I meant when I told her I would lather her pale, smooth, always a bit cool skin with foamy suds before washing it all away just so I could lick up from the inside of her wet ankle to her—
Aaaaahhhhh!
I already came! Harder than I ever have! I have had my needs fulfilled! Why am I still a horny mess?!
“Yui…?” the most likely answer to my question asks.
And I look up from a nipple I hadn’t realized I was staring at to find…
Her eyes.
They… They sometimes are ice. Or snow. Or even haze covering up the blue, bright sky I always wanted to see in them.
Today? After what we just went through?
They still are Yukinon’s.
And that brings me such a warm burst of joy, such an overwhelming feeling soaring from my chest to my throat, that I feel like I could cry in sheer gratitude.
“Yui—hmph!”
But, well, I’d rather not cry right after waking up, so I’ll take my only reasonable alternative and kiss my girlfriend senseless while getting carried away by the mess of feelings that she ignites in me.
Really, it’s all her fault, after all. She should be taking responsibility.
And doing that thing with her tongue once again. Just, you know, responsibly.
“Yu—Yui?” she asks with a bit of panic when I pull away to stare right into her eyes as rough gasps escape my mouth while I devourthe sight of Yukinon under me, her face flushed, her hair unusually out of place, her lips open and slightly pouty…
…
“Hmph!” she, for some reason, says as her arms flay by her sides as I take her lips and push her down on my mattress, my body waving over her, pressing down on her first with my breasts and then my pussyas more and more heat keeps building up just right behind my navel.
And then, finally, her hands land on my back, and one of them crawls up to my nape, sending tingles all through my spine before she buries her fingers in my hair just as the other reaches my butt and she digs her fingers into flesh that seems to validate all my dietary choices, given how fascinated Yukinon has been with my behind since she first groped it.
Which means I shouldn’t worry that much about getting an extra strawberry cake or two from that shop I always go by when waking Sable in the evenings, so, yay!
It also means that my girlfriend is at least a little bit as horny as I am, so, yay.
“Hn!” she lets out when I leave her lips only to immediately bury my face in the crook of her neck, nibbling at the tender skin and sucking it hard enough that, maybe, she will get a few hickeys, and the thought of marking her just makes the heat in my belly roar, my nipples harden, and my pussy to let out enough wetness that I glide over Yukinon’s smooth, trim belly.
“Yui!” she gasps out, her hand on the back of my head pushing me harder against her as her legs wrap around my left thigh, but I’m still moving over her, so that ends up with that thigh going up and down along Yukinon’s own wetness and my girlfriend shuddering right as a trembling breath comes out of her.
“Yu—Yui…” she says right before going limp under me.
And I…
Uh.
Uh…
“Sorry!” I say as I pull away in a panic, looking at the limp girl lying under me with about as much worry as when she told me that touching herself was dirty.
“Wha…” she answers with nearly as much of her usual wit as I typically have.
“You wanted to wait! Sorry! I’ll be patient and try not to spread your slender thighs open before diving inside of you like a pearl catcher—”
“That is not a good mental image—”
“—and I’ll try very, very hard not to take your clitoris between my lips, suck on it before tracing a single, slowly taunting circle around it with the tip of my tongue, and then, right after you let out one of your absolutely adorable gasps, go wild on it, losing my mind until I only want you to cum over and over as I lose myself in a haze of you and you alone, your moans of pleasure only spurring me to keep going, to go harderuntil you have to beg me to stop, but I won’t hear it because your thighs will be around my ears and you’ll be unable to do anything but spasm and scream my name again and again until you lose your mind like I already have—”
And now she’s kissing me.
Wonder why.
“Calmed… Have you… calmed down?” a glassy-eyed Yukinon asks me after disappointingly letting me go.
I shake my head.
She groans.
“Of course you haven’t…” she says, dropping her head on my pillow and an elegant arm across her eyes.
“I mean, my naked girlfriend just kissed me. That’s not going to cool down my libido.”
“I used not to have one of those… I miss not having one of those,” she says in almost Cradle Robber Teacher despair.
“Really?” I ask, not even slightly afraid of the answer.
Really.
It’s not like a lifetime of chastity while being stuck to my unfairly hot girlfriend is the kind of thing I would wish on Sagami. I can control myself. I am more than my desire to lick up and down Yukinon’s long legs.
Really.
Like, really, really.
… I am not sulking.
“Yui?” she says, twisting her forearm up to show me the Yukinon blue eyes under it before shyly smiling. “Not really.”
And something snaps inside my head.
Yes, Hikky, I’m used to it. Shut up. You made plenty of things snap when you had your chance.
But now it’s Yukinon’s turn, and that means it’s her that I’m kissing. Just… just slower and softer than before, my lips barely brushing over hers, my hanging breasts tracing up and down lines over her soft chest as she arches her back under me, chasing my touch with her whole body as her hands go to my cheeks before softly, oh so gently, pushing me up until I can barely feel the heat of her soft lips under me.
“We’re going to be late,” she murmurs with lidded eyes that make the line more of an announcement than an argument.
I think.
“We could be absent?” I offer.
And she arches that Yukinoshita eyebrow of hers.
Darn.
“As tempting as that sounds… I don’t like the idea of us being together harming your studies,” she says.
Which kinda makes me picture her in a frilly white blouse, a tight, black pencil skirt, glimmering pantyhose, those cute glasses of hers, and that metal stick that hot tutors use for unknown reasons but that I am suddenly coming up with plenty of uses for.
Also, I may, or not, be licking my lips with growing hunger.
And then Sable scratches my door.
Oh.
“Is that…?” Yukinon, the non-pet owner, asks.
“That’s either a dog that needs to be walked or a dog that has been left alone by Mama going to work early, because I forgot to ask her what shift she had today, and… uh… don’t take this the wrong way, Yukinon, but I really hope Mama doesn’t see you before you grab a shower.”
She blinks at me.
Then she takes a deep breath and immediately furrows her nose.
Cute.
“I reek,” she vehemently says.
Which makes me arch a Yuigahama eyebrow (shut up, Hikky, those are now a thing) before I lean down to take a deep inhale of the crook of her neck that ends up with me dragging the tip of my tongue up to right behind her ear as the still naked Yukinon shivers under me and her hands travel down to my ass, that I’m suddenly no longer self-conscious about, and—
And Sable whines.
Which is precisely what I end up doing as I bury my face in a pillow covered by Yukinon’s black, frazzled hair.
“There, there,” she mockingly says as she pats my back.
I try to glare at her, but the pillow kind of gets in the way.
So… Well, left with no better alternatives, I get up and bend down to grab my pajama from the floor—
“Hn!” I let out.
Because Yukinon just spanked me.
Blinking in sheer disbelief, I turn to face the blushing girl with an extended arm that ends in a hand now cupping my smarting butt.
She’s blushing.
Furiously.
“I—I couldn’t resist,” she says, still groping me.
I lick my lips and try not to do the first thing that comes to mind.
Nor the second.
Most definitely not the third.
“I don’t want you to resist,” I end up saying as something both cold and hot tingles down the sides of my neck and over the top of my chest.
Yukinon answers me with her eyes widening.
And Sable keeps whining and scratching the door for the next few minutes.
***
“I apologize for the spare futon being at the laundry,” Mama politely says as she fills a rice bowl that she immediately hands Yukinon.
And then she smirks at me.
…
Is this what breakfast is going to be like from now on? Family members teasing me about whatever went on the night before? My heart beating harder than it should when Yukinon is neither naked nor wearing a hot tutor getup? My cheeks burning yet again like Mr. Chuuni’s manuscript once Yukinon was done with it?
“It was no trouble at all,” Yukinon primly states.
While also blushing.
Something that may have something else to do with Mama’s smirk widening.
“I’m sorry to inconvenience a guest,” she says, her tone about as sorry as the time I caught her feeding cake to Sable.
Cake is terrible for dogs! Mama, seriously, I know how persuasive he can be, but you need to learn to say no and mean it. Sable has to understand that there are boundaries—
The dog whines with his head resting on my lap, and I glare at him.
Then he scrunches his orange eyebrows sadly, and I cave in and give him a small piece of salmon, but only because I’m apologizing for how long I’m making him wait for his morning walk.
Yes. That’s the only reason.
His bushy tail adorably wagging hard enough that his head on my lap brushes over my skirt has nothing to do with it.
“You are spoiling him rotten,” Mama comments.
“I don’t want to hear that from you, cake-feeder,” I reply.
“It was one time! I didn’t know!”
“And I won’t let you forget it,” I say with a grin that’s about as smug as a third of an Iroha.
…
And now I’ve got Iroha being smug at Hikky in my brain. Great.
“You make one mistake with raising your child…” she mutters.
“Your dog. You meant raising your dog,” I say, my eyes narrowing at the studiously oblivious woman.
“You count as siblings,” she says with a shrug that’s about as deliberate as anything she’s done since saying ‘Good morning’ with a knowing grin right after I smuggled Yukinon into the shower.
“If anything, he’s your grandkid,” I say.
Like I usually do.
And only notice the trap when another wide smirk greets me.
… I really need to take some lessons for this kind of thing. Yukinon can’t handle all the banter we’re going to be assaulted with.
“My, my, I knew you were enthusiastic, but I’d hoped you would use some protection—”
“Mama! We are girls!”
“I have faith in you, Yui,” she says as she pats my non-Sable feeding hand.
“Faith has nothing to do with it,” I say, glaring at her but not taking my hand away because… reasons.
Reasons that have nothing to do with Mama being gentle and reassuring in the way she pats me and me still being in a bit of an emotional rollercoaster after last night, and losing my virginity but Yukinon not wanting to lose hers, or something.
I’m a bit unclear on the whole thing if I’m being honest.
Which I am.
I think.
… Stupid genuine things, always haunting my abused brain.
Also, Yukinon is being weirdly silent.
So I finally look at my girlfriend, the girl sitting in front of me, and see her covering the lower half of her face with the bowl of rice, her eyes wide, and with a flush that goes all the way to her forehead.
…
She’s useless.
“Mama’s not Haruno, Yukinon. You can handle her,” I say, not entirely truthful.
“What?” she squeaks out.
“This. The teasing. She won’t get mean,” I say.
Which makes Mama arch an inquiring, Yuigahamaeyebrow.
See? They are a thing! Really!
“Who’s this Haruno?” she asks.
“Ah… It’s Yukinon’s older sister. She can be… you know?”
“Not really?”
Right.
So, how do I explain Haruno to somebody who hasn’t met her?
…
This is going to take some effort.
“My sister is… vexing, to say the least. I do not believe her to be malicious, but her actions may often appear to be,” Yukinon tags in, saving me from a brain hernia in the early morning.
No, I don’t know if those are a thing, but I’m also not eager to find out.
“She’s the one that gave us that ‘codependence’ speech,” I say, clarifying things a bit.
I think.
And Mama blinks at me.
“The older woman who almost traumatized you with a single rant is Yukino’s older sister?” she asks me.
I nod.
And Mama’s eyes narrow.
But then she politely smiles, nods, and pretends she isn’t thinking something unkind that could upset Yukinon.
Only…
She keeps squeezing my hand, as reassuring as ever.
And doesn’t tease us anymore until we finish breakfast.
***
We… Yukinon and I have slept in each others’ homes plenty of times before. It’s not unusual for us to go to school together.
It’s just…
We usually don’t hold hands when we do.
And I’m kind of panicking because my palm is sweaty, and we’re making something of a statement right now, still doing this as the gates to Sobu High keep getting nearer and nearer despite my earnest wish for them not to do so.
Is… What will people think? Girls can hold hands without being together. It’s… It’s not like with boys, that have to do their whole manly thing and only touch each other if they are doing the stupid shounen bit about talking with their fists, so maybe nobody will notice or think twice about it, but it’s still a bit unusual, and there have always been rumors about Yukinon and whatever she does because she can’t help being as eye-catching as I once tried to be when I wanted nothing more than to be popular, have a lot of friends, and maybe get a broody, silent guy to notice me.
Then he did notice me, he opened his mouth, and I wanted to smack him.
Seriously? Slut? He called me a slut? I was a virgin! So what if I wanted that not to be the case! What if I had dreamed of his eyes holding me down as he said something sinister before takingthat virginity? What if I’m no longer a virgin?!
Oh. Wait.
I’m no longer a virgin.
The thought hits me yet again as it has hit me all through the morning, the reminder that Yukinon and I did cross a line, that we have shared something I had desperately hoped to share with her—
And her hand slides away.
I almost stumble before I look down at my empty hand, then at the gorgeous profile of Yukinon being framed by the morning Sun, and—
And, without turning toward me, she says:
“Sorry.”
I lick my lips and hurry to keep walking by her side.
“Why?” I ask.
“I don’t want you to be bullied,” she answers, trying to sound nonchalant until a hint of something fierce slips out.
My heart is racing.
“I… I don’t mind. Not for this. For us,” I say, possibly being dumb and stupid, but I’ll take ‘possibly’ as an improvement when it comes to handling my girlfriend.
“I do. I… I don’t know what I would do if somebody… if they attacked you,” she says, and I notice her fingers twitching as her wrist bends back toward me for a single moment.
… Unfair.
“I can kinda guess,” I say with a smile that is a bit weird because there are some reasons for it to be there, but also some for it to be fake.
“You can?” she says, turning just a bit toward me.
I nod.
“Something that would make Haruno proud,” I say with a bit of a smirk and plenty of wink.
That, somehow, ends up with Yukinon blushing and stuttering.
…
Unfair.
“Stop that if you don’t want me to kiss you very publicly,” I say, with my voice coming out a bit rougher than I wanted it to.
“Me? How am I—it’s you that keeps—you know,” she says, now facing forward and lengthening her strides.
So I have to hurry a bit to catch up to her, which is the onlyreason for my heart to speed up yet again.
“I don’t,” I say, tugging on her sleeve.
“You do,” she accuses, slowing down but not stopping.
“I have never been accused of knowing something I don’t,” I tell her, coming a bit ahead of her to look back at Yukinon and see her lips pressed into a thin line.
“Stop pretending to be dumber than you are,” she sharply tells me, pulling her sleeve free from my grasp.
“That doesn’t sound very flattering…” I say, not dejected at all.
Really.
“That’s… I mean that you’re smarter than you—you know perfectly well what I mean!” she says.
“I don’t! I can’t… I can’t read you like he does! I am just… I just love you. With all my heart. But I’ll still need you to explain things to me and tell me when I’m—”
“That. That. Stop doing precisely that,” she says, rudely interrupting me.
“What are you—”
“Stop making me fall even harder for you!” she says. Also interrupting me.
Still rudely.
Just, you know, not in a way that I mind.
Because my smile is growing wider and warmer, and my heart is thundering, and my lips tingle with her absence on them, and…
And I’m looking at eyes that have not a single trace of cracked ice. Eyes clear like the sky behind her.
Wide eyes focused on mine with a hint of panic and a lot of…
Something else.
So I briefly cup her cheek, ignoring the gates to our school a few paces behind me, and I hold the girl I love.
The first girl I loved.
The one I gave my first time to.
“Never,” I whisper. “I’ll never stop trying to make you love me even half as much as I love you.”
Her eyes water.
And we stay there until the end of time.
Or, at least, until the school bell rings.
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Agrippa
This is not the chapter I meant to write, that would be the one that comes right after this. When you read it, you'll understand what this pointlessly cryptic note means.
