The Sainan High rooftop at sunset was a cliché for a reason. The sky was a bruising mix of purple and gold, the wind was cool, and the world below seemed far away.
Rito leaned against the chain-link fence, watching the sun dip below the horizon. He was waiting. Haruna had asked him to meet her here after cleaning duty.
Since the incident in the library, the "mess" on the desk, something fundamental had shifted in Haruna. She wasn't the shy girl who ran away anymore. She was bolder. Clingier.
Whenever they walked together, she stood just a little too close, her shoulder brushing his arm. When they sat in class, he could feel her eyes on the back of his neck, heavy and expectant. She was constantly checking him, sniffing the air when he walked by, her eyes dilating as she caught the scent of his pheromones.
She was addicted. And she was getting impatient.
"Yuuki-kun."
Rito turned. Haruna stood by the roof access door. Her uniform was neat, her hair perfect, but her hands were clenched into fists at her sides.
"Hey, Sairenji," Rito said, smiling. "You wanted to talk?"
She walked toward him. She didn't stop at a polite distance. She stepped right into his personal space, close enough that he could smell her shampoo, close enough that the warmth of her body radiated against his chest.
She reached out. Her fingers brushed the collar of his uniform shirt, pulling it slightly to the side.
There, just above his collarbone, was a faint, reddish mark. A hickey left by Run during a "celebratory" session last night.
Haruna stared at it. Her eyes narrowed.
"Another one," she whispered. "From Run-chan? Or Lala-san?"
"Uh... Run," Rito admitted, flushing slightly. "She gets... enthusiastic."
Haruna dropped her hand. She looked up at him, and the expression on her face wasn't sadness. It was pure, unadulterated jealousy.
"I hate it," she said, her voice trembling but loud.
Rito blinked. "What?"
"I hate it!" Haruna cried out, stepping closer, forcing Rito back against the fence. "I hate seeing their marks on you! I hate smelling them on you! I hate that they have those Seals and I don't!"
She grabbed his shirt with both hands, bunching the fabric in her fists.
"I'm tired of being the 'friend'!" she shouted, tears pricking her eyes. "I'm tired of sneaking around in libraries and storage rooms! I'm tired of just tasting you and cleaning up! It's not enough, Yuuki-kun! It's not enough anymore!"
She looked him dead in the eye, her face burning but her gaze fierce.
"I want the Seal," she declared. "I want everyone to know. I want to be Wife Number Three."
Rito stared at her, his heart hammering against his ribs. He had dreamed of this. He had hoped for this. But seeing Haruna, sweet, proper Haruna, demanding her place in his harem with such fire... it was breathtaking.
"Sairenji..."
"Don't tell me to wait," she warned, her voice dropping to a desperate whisper. She pressed her body against his, her thigh sliding between his legs, rubbing against his crotch. Rito groaned as he felt the familiar, immediate hardening in response to her touch.
"I'm ready, Yuuki-kun," she breathed, her hands moving down to his belt. "Right now. Here. Make me yours. Put the mark on me."
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"Right now. Here. Make me yours."
Haruna's hands were already at his belt, her fingers trembling but determined as she worked the buckle. Her face was flushed, her eyes hazy with the addictive scent of him that seemed to spike in intensity with her declaration.
Rito's body screamed yes.
His blood was roaring in his ears. The friction of her thigh between his legs, the heat of her hands on his waist, the sheer, desperate love in her eyes, it was everything he had ever wanted. His erection throbbed violently against his zipper, fully 9 inches of steel, demanding release, demanding to mark her.
He grabbed her waist, pulling her flush against him. He crashed his lips onto hers, kissing her deeply, drinking in her taste.
For a moment, he almost gave in. He slid his hand up her thigh, finding the damp heat of her panties, his fingers brushing the slick fabric. Haruna moaned into his mouth, grinding against him, ready to drop her skirt right there on the concrete tiles.
But then, Rito looked at her.
He saw the tear tracks on her cheeks. He saw the desperate way she was clinging to him, as if she was afraid he would disappear if she let go.
'Not here,' Rito thought, clarity cutting through the haze of lust. 'Not like this.'
He stopped his hand. He caught her wrists, gently pulling her fingers away from his belt.
"Sairenji," he gasped, breaking the kiss. "Wait."
Haruna froze. Her eyes snapped open, wide and terrified. "No... don't stop. Please, Yuuki-kun. I need this. I need to know—"
"I want you," Rito interrupted, his voice fierce and honest. He pressed her hands against his chest, right over his hammering heart. "I want you so much I feel like I'm going to explode. Look at me."
He pressed his hips forward, letting her feel the unyielding hardness of him one last time. "Does this feel like I don't want you?"
Haruna shook her head mutely, her face burning at the contact.
"But not here," Rito said softly, looking around the empty, wind-swept roof. "Not on the concrete floor, rushing before the janitor comes. That's... that's not how I want to make you my wife."
He reached up, cupping her face, his thumbs wiping away the remnants of her tears.
"The Seal... it's forever, right? It's a vow." Rito whispered. "I don't want your first time, our vow, to be a quickie on a roof because you were jealous. I want it to be perfect. I want to take my time. I want to explore every inch of you until you can't even remember your own name."
Haruna's breath hitched. The raw, honest intensity of his words hit her harder than the physical pleasure would have. He wasn't rejecting her; he was cherishing her.
"So..." she whispered, her legs trembling. "Not now?"
"Tonight," Rito promised. He leaned down, pressing his forehead against hers. "Come to my room tonight. Mikan knows... she won't stop you. Lala and Run will give us space. Just you and me. All night."
He looked deep into her eyes.
"Come over, Sairenji. Let me do this properly."
Haruna stared at him. The desperation in her chest eased, replaced by a warm, glowing anticipation that settled deep in her belly.
She nodded slowly. "Okay. I'll come. I... I'll be there."
Rito smiled, a sweet, relieved smile that didn't quite hide the predatory hunger in his eyes.
"Good." he said, stealing one last, lingering kiss that tasted of promises. "Because I don't think I can wait past tonight."
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