Chapter 78: The Prelude
Sunday afternoon in the dorm was a rare moment of absolute stillness. The air was cool, smelling faintly of vanilla and sandalwood. Jun was sprawled across the oversized sofa, his head resting on the plush fabric, while Sora sat beside him, her body curved comfortably against his side.
“Any word from NetFuk?” Sora asked softly, her voice a gentle murmur.
Jun closed his eyes, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips. “Nothing yet. But they’re a business; they’ve probably spent the last few days arguing over the logistics. I expect they’ll come crawling back with a proposal soon.”
Sora let out a soft, melodic giggle. “You’re so confident. I almost feel sorry for them.”
“Don’t,” Jun teased, glancing at her. “I just know how I play the game.”
He shifted, leaning back into the cushions, and Sora followed, leaning in close. “Hana’s probably getting antsy,” Jun remarked, his voice dropping an octave. “She’s out with Akane and Mei, and from the way she was acting this morning, I suspect she’s treating her lingerie shopping like a grand event.”
Sora laughed, a genuine, warm sound. “I can imagine. She’s probably treating every lace trim and silk ribbon like it’s the most important decision of her life. I remember feeling the same way before my first time… though mine was recorded, not livestreamed. I think the anticipation is almost as intense as the act itself.”
Jun turned his gaze to her, his eyes darkening. “Are you still nervous?”
Sora shook her head, her expression one of pure, devoted happiness. “No. Now… I’m just looking forward to it. I want to feel you inside me again.” She paused, her voice dropping to a shy, intimate whisper. “My period just finished. I’m hoping that during my ovulation days, I can finally conceive your baby.”
The admission hit Jun like a physical jolt. He didn’t move immediately; instead, he let the silence hang for a heartbeat, his gaze boring into her eyes with a sudden, predatory intensity. A slow, dangerous smirk spread across his lips.
“Conceive, huh?” he whispered, his voice a low, vibrating rumble. “You’re becoming quite the greedy little thing, Sora.”
Sora’s breath hitched, her face flushing a deep crimson. “I… I just…”
Before she could finish, Jun reached out and gripped her waist, pulling her down onto the sofa with a sudden, possessive force. Sora let out a tiny, startled gasp—“Haa!”—her body reacting instantly as she was pressed beneath him, the plush cushions swallowing them both.
Jun didn’t dive in immediately. He hovered just an inch above her lips, his hot breath ghosting over her skin. He could feel her trembling, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. “Tell me,” he murmured, his lips almost brushing hers. “Do you really think you can handle me when I’m… motivated?”
Sora let out a shaky, needy moan, her hands clutching at his shoulders. “Please… Jun… just kiss me.”
He obliged, but he started slow. He pressed a series of light, teasing kisses to the corner of her mouth, then her jawline, then the sensitive dip of her collarbone. Mwah… mwah… Each kiss was a promise, a slow torture that had Sora arching her back, her breath coming in short, jagged gasps.
“You’re so impatient,” he teased, his voice dripping with amusement. He moved his head, his teeth grazing her earlobe before biting down gently. “I love it when you’re desperate for me.”
Sora let out a soft, whimpering moan—“Mmm-hmmm…”—her eyes fluttering shut. She tried to pull him closer, but Jun shifted, his hand sliding under her clothes. His palm met the warm, soft skin of her breast, and since Sora wasn’t wearing a bra, his fingers immediately found her nipple.
He didn’t pinch it right away. Instead, he rubbed the peak in a slow, circular motion, teasing the nerve endings. Sora’s hips gave a small, involuntary twitch. “Jun… ahhh…”
“Is this enough?” he whispered, his voice darkening. Then, with a sudden, firm pressure, he pinched the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
Sora let out a sharp, loud moan—“AAAAHH!”—her body jolting as a bolt of raw pleasure shot through her. Her fingers dug into his back, her nails scratching lightly through his shirt. She was completely undone, her breathing heavy and erratic, her whole body vibrating with a need that only he could satisfy.
Jun finally crashed his lips against hers, a deep, hungry kiss that tasted of longing and dominance. Slurp… mwah… Their tongues locked in a slow, twisting dance, the wet, sticky sound of their kissing filling the room. It was no longer a tease; it was a claim.
Sora responded with a desperate intensity, her tongue meeting his, her moans muffled by his mouth. Haa… mmm… She was lost in him, the world outside the dorm disappearing as the heat between them reached a boiling point.
Jun moved his head, his teeth grazing her earlobe before biting down gently. “You’re so responsive today,” he whispered, his voice a low, dangerous rumble.
As they began to undress, the sound of fabric sliding against skin filled the air. Sshhh… Their clothes were cast aside, leaving them naked and flushed in the dim light. Jun positioned himself between her legs, his legs bracketing her hips. He was fully erect, his cock pulsing with a heavy, throbbing heat that radiated against her thigh.
Sora was just as ready. Her breasts were heaving, her nipples hard, dark peaks that strained toward him, and her pussy was already drenched, a slick, honey-like wetness coating her folds. She looked up at him with hazy eyes, her legs falling open in a silent invitation.
Jun didn’t slide in immediately. Instead, he began to tease. He pressed the broad, blunt head of his cock against her clit, then slid it slowly down along the opening of her pussy, rubbing the sensitive walls without actually entering. Squelch… shlick… The sound of his pre-cum mixing with her own arousal was visceral, a wet, sliding friction that made Sora’s hips instinctively buck upward.
“Jun… please…” she whimpered, her voice a broken, needy sound. “Don’t tease me… just… ahhh… just put it in!”
Jun let out a low chuckle, his eyes locking onto hers. He did it again, grazing the entrance of her heat with a slow, torturous stroke that left her trembling. “You’re so wet, Sora. I can feel you pulsing around me,” he whispered, his voice a dark rumble.
Just as he shifted his weight, preparing to finally bury himself deep inside her, his phone erupted in a loud, jarring ring.
They both ignored it. Jun groaned, pressing his forehead against hers, and continued to kiss her with a renewed intensity. He didn’t want to break the spell; he wanted to feel the snap of her muscles tightening around him. But just as he pushed forward, the phone rang a second time.
Sora, ever the dutiful partner, let out a shaky sigh, her body still vibrating from the tease. “I’ll get it,” she whispered, her voice breathy and strained.
She shifted, bending over the low coffee table. She braced her arms against the surface, her body arching so that her plump ass and wet pussy were presented directly to Jun. She reached over and answered the call, her voice regaining its professional, CEO composure.
“Hello? This is Sora Tsukamoto,” she said, her voice steady.
“Sora! It’s Angela,” the voice on the other end chirped. Angela Ross sounded energized, her tone sharp and decisive. “Change of plans. We’re not waiting for the weekend. We’ll be arriving at the Academy tomorrow.”
As Angela continued to talk about the meeting schedule and the logistics of their visit, Jun decided he had waited long enough. While Sora was focused on the business call, Jun leaned in. He didn’t use his hands; he simply lowered his head and buried his face in her heat.
Squelch…
Sora’s eyes flew open, her pupils dilating. A muffled, strangled gasp escaped her lips. “Ah…!”
Jun’s tongue flicked upward, tasting her sweetness, then pushed deep inside her pussy. Sora stiffened, her fingers gripping the edge of the table so hard her knuckles turned white, her nails digging into the wood. She glared back at him over her shoulder, her face flushing a deep crimson, her breath hitching in her throat.
“Angela,” Sora managed to say, her voice trembling, fighting to keep the professional mask from slipping. “Tomorrow… yes, that works. We’ll be… nnn… expecting you.”
Jun didn’t stop. He began to eat her pussy with a slow, rhythmic intensity. He used his tongue like a precision tool, swirling in tight, agonizingly slow circles before suddenly plunging deep inside her, mimicking the thrust of a cock. Shlick… squelch… The wet, suction-like sounds of his tongue working her folds were audible to Sora, though muffled to Angela.
Sora was fighting a losing battle. Every time she tried to formulate a sentence, Jun would target her G-spot with a sharp, flicking motion that sent a jolt of electricity straight to her core. She felt her internal muscles clenching instinctively, trying to grip his tongue.
“I… ahhh… I believe we can coordinate the… mmm… timing,” Sora whimpered, her voice breaking. She squeezed her eyes shut, her toes curling. She could feel the heat building, the friction of Jun’s tongue creating a pulsing pressure that made her head spin. She was no longer the “Iron Lady”; she was just a woman being driven to the brink of madness by her partner’s tongue.
“We’ll… nnn-haaa… see you then,” Sora whimpered, her voice trailing off into a shaky moan as Jun pushed his tongue deeper, hitting the perfect spot with a firm, rhythmic pressure. She could feel the saliva mixing with her own honey-like arousal, the wetness spilling over as she lost the battle for composure.
The call ended with a click. The moment the line went dead, the dam broke. Sora let out a loud, unrestrained moan—“AAAAHH!”—her body jolting violently as a powerful, pulsing orgasm crashed over her. Her hips bucked upward, pressing herself firmly against Jun’s face as she succumbed to the wave of pleasure. She collapsed onto the table, her breasts pressing against the surface, her legs shaking uncontrollably.
She stayed there for a moment, panting, her face buried in the wood, the aftershocks of the orgasm still rippling through her. Then, she shifted, pouting and looking back at Jun with a mixture of annoyance and pleasure. “That was… totally unfair,” she complained, her voice a breathy, broken whisper. “You can’t just… do that while I’m on a business call!”
Jun just smirked, looking completely satisfied. “I don’t recall any rules against multitasking.”