"I want it inside me."
Akira froze, his dick throbbing against her. "You serious? Right here?"
"Dead serious." Mia pushed back harder, rubbing her pussy along his length through the fabric. "That thing's been teasing me since I saw it poking out. Big, thick… bet it feels amazing stretching me open."
"But... the gym? Anyone could walk in."
"That's the thrill, Creep King." She reached back, pulling her leggings down just enough to expose her ass and glistening slit. She was wearing no panties. Her pink folds were moist and her vertical lips looked puffy and inviting.
Akira stared with wide eyes. This was the first time seeing a real pussy up close, not some pixelated porn on his screen late at night. The musky and sweet scent of her wetness hit him, making his cock twitch harder.
"Where's that guy who grabbed my ass in the hallway the other day?" Mia teased, looking back at him. "Don't tell me it was a one-time courage boost."
"No, it wasn't."
"Then do it."
He shoved his shorts down and his cock spring free… veiny, thick, and the tip was already leaking pre-cum. He gripped the base, teasing her wetness, sliding the head along her wet entrance.
Mia moaned. "Yes, like that… now put it in."
Akira knew Mia was getting interested in him, ever since the ass grab Ai prompted him to do.
But if he backed out now, there is a probability that he might lose her.
So he moved forward, pressing the tip in. Just the head popped past her pussy lips, and fuck… it was heaven. Wet, warm, tight, her inner walls fluttering around him like they were sucking him deeper.
"Shit," he groaned. "So... tight."
"More," Mia demanded, pushing back. "Give me all of it."
But before Akira could react or even go on with it, a voice from the far entrance called at them. "Hey you two!"
Akira yanked out fast, yanking his shorts up. Mia didn't flinch; she just tugged her leggings back as she stood.
The guy who walked over was impossible to miss: tall, with a sharp jawline and an expensive tracksuit that showed off his athletic build.
Kenji Takahara. The richest kid in school, star of the basketball team, and the biggest asshole Akira knew. Girls practically threw themselves at him, and guys either wanted to be him or stayed out of his way.
"Well, well. If it isn't CK," Kenji said with a sneer. Akira knew he meant Creep King, which was now becoming everyone's favourite nickname for him. "What are you doing down there on the floor?"
"She had cramps," Akira said quickly, standing up. "I was helping her."
"Move." Kenji shoved him aside without even looking at him. "Since when does a loser like you know anything about handling cramps?"
"He was actually doing fine before you showed up," Mia snapped as she push herself up to sitting position. "See? I'm already better."
She grabbed her gym bag over her shoulder. "I'm heading out. Akira, can you stack the weights for me? We'll finish our session another time." She gave him a subtle wink before turning toward the exit.
Kenji's smirk widened. "I'll walk you out. Can't have you cramping up again on the way home, right?"
He jogged after her, leaving Akira standing alone in the weight room.
"Well, that was close," Ai's voice purred in his head.
"Too close," Akira muttered, walking over to start stacking the weight plates. "I almost had a moment with her."
"Patience, darling. Kenji's just a temporary obstacle. Here's the summary of your updated stats, by the way."
The red text flashed in his vision:
[STATS UPDATED]
[CHARM: 4/100]
[POWER: 7/100]
[PERV-POINTS: 85]
[DOMINANCE LVL 1]
[MIA AFFINITY: 73]
"You can always check the full stats anytime."
"Not bad," Akira said quietly. "Still pissed off though."
"Use that anger wisely. The shop's open if you want to buy something that might help you deal with bullies like him next time."
He finished stacking the weights, grabbed his stuff, and went to the men's changing room for a quick shower. As he passed the storage closet, the same one where he'd killed the imp, he heard something that sounded like muffled thumping… and moaning?
Curious, he opened the door just slightly, only to freeze at the sight before him.
Kenji had his girlfriend, some cheerleader named Rina, pinned against the shelves, pants around her ankles, pounding her hard. Her legs wrapped his waist, skirt hiked, tits bouncing with each thrust. "Yes, Kenji! Harder!"
Akira's eyes widened.
Kenji looked up at that time, and their eyes met for a split second before going to grab Rina's boobs with one hand.
Akira could tell he was taunting him.
He immediately slammed the door shut, his heart pounding. Without thinking, he bolted toward the lockers.
Forget the shower. He grabbed his bag and got the hell out of there.
Outside, the cool evening air hit him, but he barely noticed. His mind was racing with anger and frustration. He'd almost had a real moment with Mia, and now Kenji was in that closet with his girl while Mia walked home alone?
"If I was rich and popular like him," Akira muttered bitterly, "girls would be all over me. No interruptions. No one calling me Creep King."
"Patience," Ai said softly. "We're getting there. One step at a time, darling."
Out of nowhere, rain began to pour… big, heavy drops that quickly turned into a heavy downpour. Thunder rumbled above, startling him.
Akira ran under a nearby awning, hoping to wait out the storm. But instead, it only got worse. The wind whipped through the streets, and flashes of lightning lit up the darkening sky.
"Fuck this." He said after a long while and took off running through the downpour.
Within seconds, he was completely wet. Water poured down his face, and his shoes made wet sounds as he walked. The rain was cold and didn't look like it was stopping soon, but he kept walking.
But by the time he neared his neighbourhood, the rain had slowed down to light drizzle. He slowed down, catching his breath.
Then he stopped completely.
His apartment building, or what was left of it, was straight ahead. Orange flames rose up into the sky against the grey clouds.
Fire trucks screamed around the building with their lights flashing. Neighbours gathered on the street, all looking up at the destruction. Thick black smoke poured out of the broken windows. The whole place looked burnt to a crisp.
"What the fuck?" Akira whispered.