Narcissus Yagami's POV
"Fufufu... Guess what I managed to get for you, my other self?" Arisu's voice was a low, mischievous purr as she slipped into my dorm room, her arms cradling a stack of pristine lunch boxes crafted from high-quality, odorless cedar wood.
She carefully laid them out on the surface of my desk, the rich grain of the wood gleaming under the room's light.
A wide, knowing grin spread across my own face in response. "As expected of my other half, you can acquire such a luxurious meal without even a second thought for the cost. You truly understand our shared tastes."
The moment I lifted the lid, the potent, savory aroma of perfectly cooked beef instantly saturated the air in the small dormitory room.
There it was, a flawless wagyu donburi presented like a work of art, the marbled slices of meat, a luxury typically reserved for the elite and the wealthy, glossy and inviting.
My mouth almost flooded with saliva, my eyes glued to the sight and my senses completely dominated by the rich, fatty scent.
She watched my reaction with a soft, deeply satisfied chuckle, her expression glowing.
She didn't just sit nearby; she closed the distance completely, leaning the full weight of her body against my chest before settling herself comfortably in the space between my legs, her back pressing firmly against my red blazer.
"A meal like this deserves to be shared properly," she murmured, her voice dropping to an intimate whisper. "It tastes so much better when we feed each other, don't you think, another me? It feels more romantic that way."
I nodded, my agreement immediate and wholehearted.
She picked up a spoon, her movements fluid as she lifted a perfect bite of the gleaming wagyu and rice, guiding it gently to my lips.
I accepted it, the flavors exploding on my tongue as I watched her face, which was softened by a look of pure, gentle affection reserved only for me.
I then took my turn, selecting a choice piece of meat and feeding her in return, my fingers briefly brushing against her lower lip.
We continued this way, eating from each other's boxes, the act itself a quiet ritual of shared pleasure, our comfort growing within the cocoon of our combined body heat.
Once the last grain of rice was gone and our hunger was thoroughly satiated, we washed it down with the rich, bitter-sweet macha blend she had brought along, the ceramic cups warm in our hands.
But with our physical hunger appeased, a different, more primal need began to claw its way to the surface.
I couldn't stop my hand from moving, my arm snaking around her waist to pull her petite frame even tighter against my side.
The heat pooling between my legs was becoming an urgent, painful throb, a building pressure demanding release.
I leaned in closer, my nose burying itself in the crook of her neck, and inhaled deeply; her natural fragrance, a mix of her subtle perfume and the faint, enticing scent of her sweat from the day, was an intoxicating aphrodisiac.
I could feel the soft, rounded curve of her buttocks pressing firmly against the rigid outline of my erection, which was straining painfully against the fabric of my pants.
She was still in her school uniform, the crisp white shirt, the distinctive red blazer, and that deliciously short skirt that rode up her thighs.
My hand slid from her waist down to her leg, my fingers tracing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh over the sleek, long white stockings that somehow made her look both incredibly sexy and vulnerably cute at the same time.
Her skin beneath my stroking palm was impossibly smooth and as pale as fresh snow, a stark, beautiful contrast to the growing darkness in my desires.
"Narcissus-kun… Yes… just like that, don't stop…" she moaned, the sound a clear, unfiltered admission of pleasure, her body arching subtly into each of my caresses.
I had no intention of refusing her, or the demands of my own body.
My other hand moved to the hem of her short skirt, gripping the fabric and tugging it down her legs before discarding it.
I tightened my grip on her petite frame, one hand splayed against the small of her back, pulling her flush against me as my other hand cupped the back of her head.
Then I crushed my lips to hers in a deep, claiming, passionate kiss.
Our mouths moved together hungrily, and I could still faintly taste the complex, umami-rich flavor of the wagyu and the earthy bitterness of the macha on her tongue as we explored each other's mouths, sharing our saliva in a wet, messy, and desperate dance.
Our skin, now slick with a thin layer of perspiration from our shared body heat, slid and collided with every small, restless movement, the friction building the temperature in the room until it felt like we were burning up together.
Our lips finally parted, a thin, glistening strand of saliva still connecting us for a fleeting moment before it snapped.
The air between us was hot and heavy with the raw need we had just poured into that desperate kiss.
"Narcissus-kun… please… give it to me…" Arisu murmured, her voice slurred and thick with lust, her eyes glazed over with a drunken, needy haze.
Her slender, delicate fingers worked with a frantic urgency, fumbling with the buttons of my blazer, the deep red fabric a stark contrast against her pale skin.
She stripped the jacket from my shoulders, then yanked at the knot of my tie, discarding it without a second thought.
Her hands slid down to the waistband of my white uniform skirt, pushing it down over my hips until it pooled around my ankles, leaving me exposed.
She knelt before me, her warm palms smoothing over the taut, defined muscles of my stomach and thighs, her touch sending electric jolts straight to my already-throbbing core.
Her face, so innocent and cute, was now level with the prominent, painful bulge straining against the fabric of my green trousers.
I was so hard it was almost agonizing.
With a sharp, impatient grunt, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my trousers and shoved them down my legs, freeing my aching, erect cock.
The cool air was a brief shock against my heated skin.
I wrapped my hand around the base and gave it a few rough, possessive strokes before bringing the swollen, flushed head forward to slap against her delicate cheek.
The sound was sharp and demeaning, a stark contrast to the softness of her skin.
"Open your mouth, my cute little kitten," I commanded, my voice low and gravelly with authority and raw desire. "It's time for you to suck your master's cock."
"Fufufu… I've never tired this masculine smell, another me…" she whispered, almost reverently.
She leaned in closer, taking a deep, deliberate breath, inhaling my musk as if it were the most intoxicating perfume.
She worshiped my shaft with her delicate hands first, stroking me from base to tip, her touch feather-light yet insistent.
Then, without further hesitation, she opened her mouth and took me in, swallowing my length all the way down to the back of her throat in one smooth, practiced motion.
Her lips sealed tightly around the base, and she began to suck with a desperate, hungry intent, her tongue swirling expertly around the sensitive head with every bob of her head.
"Fuck…!" I groaned, the pleasure so intense it was almost blinding.
My hips bucked involuntarily, my fingers tangling in her hair. "I never… I never imagined that my own female self could be this fucking gifted, this naturally skilled at sucking a cock."
The sensation was overwhelming, a tight, wet, perfect heat that pulled the orgasm from the very depths of my being.
I could feel the pressure building, coiling tight in my balls, an unstoppable tide about to break.
She didn't need to be told what to do; our connection was too deep, our desires too intertwined. She seemed to sense the impending eruption building within me, the tension in my thighs and the tightening of my scrotum.
In response, she doubled her efforts, sucking me harder and faster, her tongue swirling and lashing at the most sensitive spot just beneath the head.
I lost the last shreds of my control.
Gripping the back of her head firmly with both hands, I held her in place and thrust my hips forward, shoving my cock as deep down her throat as it would go.
With a guttural, primal roar, I exploded, pumping jet after jet of my hot, thick seed directly into her swallowing throat.
The force of my release and the depth of the penetration made her gag violently.
"Gllk… Cough! Cough!" she sputtered, her body convulsing as she struggled to swallow every last drop.
When she finally pulled back, tears streamed from the corners of her eyes.
The combination of her choked coughing, the glistening trails of my cum on her lips, and the look of overwhelmed, pitiful submission in her tear-filled eyes made her look impossibly, devastatingly sexy.
"Arisu-chan…" I breathed, my own chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath.
"Narcissus-kun…" she whimpered back, her voice hoarse and raw.
For a long moment, we just looked at each other, the intense, animalistic lust of the last few minutes slowly receding.
Then I reached for her, pulling her up from her knees and into a tight, comforting embrace.
She buried her face in my neck, her body still trembling slightly from the force of her coughing and the intensity of the act.
After a moment of quiet, she nuzzled closer and whispered against my skin, her voice regaining a hint of its former playful seduction.
"Anyway… let's go for a second round, shall we?"
Was that even a question that needed to be answered?
Of course, the answer was a given.
He was going to fuck her again, and this time, he would take her with even less mercy.
He would bend her over the nearest surface and drive into her from behind, pounding into her tight, wet heat until her legs gave out and she could no longer stand.
He would pin her beneath him on the floor, his body covering hers completely as he claimed her mouth in a savage, possessive kiss, his hips never ceasing their relentless rhythm.
He would make sure to fill her womb to the absolute brim, planting every last one of his potent seeds deep inside her, with the explicit, fervent goal of making her pregnant with his child.
Just kidding.
About the pregnancy part, that is. It wasn't the right time for that… yet.
But for everything else, the fucking, the claiming, the complete and utter domination, the time was absolutely now.