Having sex with girl you saved(R-18)

With the help of the group, Akira carefully lifted Suzune in his arms and swiftly made his way to the medical room. Each step he took was heavy, carrying not only Suzune's physical weight but also the weight of the situation that had escalated far beyond what they had initially anticipated.

Inside the medical room, they laid Suzune down on one of the cleanest beds they could find. Chiaki and Honami were quick to grab medical supplies while the rest stood by, a thick tension hanging in the air.

"Never knew," Akira mused aloud, the silence momentarily broken, "that things would escalate to this level." His eyes were trained on Suzune's unconscious form, the sight of her injuries making his heart clench uncomfortably.

Quickly, they undressed her, careful not to aggravate her wounds further. They cleaned and bandaged her wounds with a sort of grim determination. As they worked, they shared glances, each one filled with a silent understanding. They were in the midst of a situation that was rapidly spiralling out of control and they had to brace themselves for what was to come next.

Outside, the once peaceful campus of Advanced Nurturing High School had turned into a battlefield, the air filled with screams and the sound of violence. The usual studious environment was replaced with the raw brutality of survival, as students fought tooth and nail against each other.

Students who were once classmates, even friends, were now at each other's throats. Everywhere one looked, there was chaos. The once well-kept school grounds were littered with broken furniture, shattered glass, and students nursing their wounds or worse. Groups formed and disbanded in the blink of an eye, allegiances shifting as rapidly as the wind.

Despair clung to the students like a heavy cloak, their faces etched with fear and determination as they fought against each other. The once vibrant eyes were now glazed with the horrors they had seen and committed. Violence was no longer an abstract concept talked about in history books or seen on news channels. It was here, stark and real, a stark reminder of the darker side of humanity that had been unleashed.

Through the windows, the group in the medical room could see the mayhem unfold. It was a scene straight out of a dystopian novel, an apocalyptic world where survival was the only rule. Even as they worked on treating Suzune, the sounds of the chaos outside served as a chilling reminder of what they were up against.

As Akira gently tended to Suzune's injuries, his fingers accidentally grazed a particularly sensitive spot. A sharp intake of breath escaped her, and she instinctively jerked away, a defensive glare in her eyes.

"Easy," Akira chided softly, raising an eyebrow at her reaction. "I'm just trying to help."

"I can take care of myself," she snapped, wincing as a fresh wave of pain shot through her.

"I see," Akira replied, his tone remaining steady despite the tense atmosphere. "And how's that been working out for you? From where I'm standing, it looks like you got beaten up pretty badly."

He gestured to her battered form, his expression serious. "This is no time for pride, Suzune. We're in a survival situation here, not some schoolyard brawl. You need to accept help when it's offered, especially from those who genuinely care about your well-being."

His words hung in the air, a stark reminder of the grim reality they were all facing.

Despite the tension, Akira's eyes twinkled mischievously as he shot Suzune a teasing grin. "You know, you're quite attractive, Suzune. You'd make a suitable mother for my children...if you could learn to keep that sharp tongue of yours in check."

Suzune sputtered, blushing furiously at his audacious comment. "Wha-what are you talking about, Akira?!"

"Ah, the blush suits you," Akira mused, chuckling softly as he returned to dressing her wounds. The atmosphere between them was slightly lighter now, his playful words successfully diffusing some of the tension.

As they stared into each other's eyes, there was an almost palpable tension between them. The world outside seemed to fall away, their only reality the small space they shared. Then, as if drawn by an invisible force, they leaned in towards each other. Their lips met in a soft, slow kiss, a shared moment of intimacy that seemed to exist outside of time. As they pulled away, there was a quiet understanding between them, a sense of shared connection amidst the chaos.

Just as they were about to take things further, the sudden sound of a door opening caused them to freeze in place. Turning around, they found Arisu standing in the doorway, her eyes wide with surprise. The silence that followed was heavy, filled with shock and awkwardness as they scrambled to cover themselves. Arisu, after taking a moment to compose herself, simply shook her head with a slight smile, her surprise fading into mild amusement.

"Really, you two?" Arisu said, her voice laced with a mix of annoyance and amusement. "In a medical room of all places? Can't you wait until this chaos is over?"

Akira and Horikita both flushed at her words, hastily adjusting their clothes and trying to regain some sense of dignity. Akira, despite the embarrassing situation, managed to smirk at Arisu.

"Well, you know what they say about life in times of crisis, right?" he responded, seemingly unfazed by the intrusion. "It makes you appreciate the moments of... intimacy more."

Arisu just rolled her eyes at his comment, crossing her arms over her chest. "Just make sure to clean up after yourselves," she retorted before leaving the room, the sound of her soft laughter echoing behind her.

The room fell into an awkward silence once again, the tension palpable. But soon, Akira and Horikita couldn't help but laugh, the absurdity of the situation hitting them.

After Arisu had left, a comfortable silence filled the room once again. Akira leaned over Horikita, his warm breath fanning her face. He gazed into her eyes with an intensity that made her heart flutter. She returned his stare, a blush slowly creeping onto her cheeks. They were both aware of the chaos and danger outside, but in this enclosed space, it felt as if time had stopped.

"We shouldn't," Horikita began, her voice barely above a whisper, but Akira cut her off.

"We need this," he replied, his voice equally quiet. "We need a moment of solace in this madness. I...I need you, Suzune."

A shiver ran down her spine at his confession. Before she could reply, he closed the distance between them, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss.

Their clothes were discarded once more, forgotten in the heat of the moment. Their bodies entwined, lost in the throes of passion. Every touch, every kiss, was desperate, filled with unspoken emotions and the weight of their shared circumstances.

They carefully removed the rest of their clothes, their eyes never leaving each other. It was a moment of vulnerability, yet neither of them hesitated. They trusted each other completely, their bond stronger than any external threat.

Their bodies pressed together, skin against skin, and the connection was electric. Akira gently traced Horikita's features, from her expressive eyes to her soft lips. He admired the way her body fit perfectly with his, like two pieces of a puzzle coming together.

His hands roamed her body, fingers tracing every scar, every curve. He marveled at her strength and resilience, and Horikita let out a soft sigh, leaning into his touch. She reached up, threading her fingers through his hair and pulling him down for another passionate kiss.

As they lay there, basking in the warmth of each other's bodies, their hearts beating in sync, they felt a sense of peace amidst the chaos. For a moment, they forgot about the horrors outside, lost in the safety and comfort of each other's arms.

As Akira's hands traced down her body, exploring every curve and dip, Horikita closed her eyes and surrendered herself to the sensation. The tension and stress of the past few hours melted away, replaced by a rush of warmth that spread from her core to the rest of her body. The sensation was intoxicating, and she let out a gasp as Akira's touch became more daring, sending shivers down her spine.

Their kisses became more fervent, their touches more desperate as they sought comfort in each other. Their bodies moved in rhythm, two becoming one in their shared passion. Soft gasps and whispered words of encouragement filled the room, muffled by the sounds of the chaos outside.

As the climax of their shared intimacy approached, Horikita clung onto Akira, her fingers digging into his back as she whispered his name. Their breathing became ragged, their movements more frantic, until they finally reached the peak of their shared pleasure. They held onto each other tightly, their bodies still entwined as they basked in the afterglow of their shared intimacy.

After a few moments, Akira broke the silence. "Suzune," he began, his voice hoarse from their shared exertions. "Whatever happens, know that I'm here for you. We'll face this chaos together."

Horikita nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "And I'll be here for you, Akira. No matter what." The words were a promise, a vow made amidst the chaos and uncertainty. And in that moment, it was a promise they both intended to keep.

A warm blush spread across Suzune's cheeks as Akira's hand traced a path down her body, resting against her hip. She tensed for a moment, but relaxed as Akira murmured reassuring words in her ear. Their bodies moved together rhythmically, Akira guiding Suzune with patient tenderness.

The initial discomfort soon gave way to pleasure as Suzune adjusted to Akira's slow, deep thrusts. The intimacy of the moment, the connection they were forging in the midst of chaos, overwhelmed her senses. She clung to Akira, her nails digging into his back as she surrendered to the ecstasy washing over her.

Akira, in turn, relished every gasp and shudder that escaped Suzune. He reveled in the trust she placed in him, the surrender of control as she let him guide her through this new experience. As he thrust deeper, their bodies in perfect harmony, he buried his face in her neck, his breath hitching as pleasure surged through him.

This wasn't just about physical desire. It was about connection, about finding solace in each other amidst the chaos. As they reached their peak together, their bodies trembling in the aftershocks, they knew they had found something precious in each other. A bond that would weather any storm, a love that would keep them fighting no matter the odds.