Explanations, conclusions and beginning of the plot [Part Five]

Sorry for the delay, I made a mistake when writing and ended up having to write it all over again, anyway, keep the chapter

Enjoy reading, rejoice and...

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[Saturday, Eight o'clock in the morning, Micael's House]

Sitting relaxed on the living room sofa, Micael had a cup of coffee and a sandwich in his hands, eating while watching TV.

With a flat plate on the low table in front of him, he was already eating the third sandwich while watching a random variety show, a kind of gymkhana with commentators.

Part of his focus was on the TV while watching and the other part was remembering what had happened last night, honestly he had been thinking about it since he woke up.

Leaving aside the whole situation with Mari, he still had to talk to his parents because they had heard her screams, luckily they hadn't understood or it would have been very awkward to talk about it.

Not that he didn't believe that his father and Miyako didn't suspect something between the two of them, but since any interaction he had with Mari that could confirm something was always just between the two of them, his father and stepmother could only suspect without confirming anything.

In the end, when they asked him what had happened, he lied and said that Mari was just letting out all her anger and worry for him.

Which wasn't exactly a lie, but it wasn't true either, fortunately, he had realized that they were too tired to ask for details, leaving the matter at that.

And this morning neither of them tried to revive the subject, bringing him relief by avoiding this headache, for now, it was better that his situation with Mari remained a secret.

Although she knew her father probably wouldn't mind, Miyako would be different, anyway, that's a problem for the future.

After finishing his sandwich and drinking coffee, he continued watching for a few more minutes before turning off the TV.

He got up from the sofa and went to the sink where he placed the plate and cup, turning around, he was met with the sight of Mari still at the dining table.

The girl slowly drank from a cup, her face calm as she looked at nothing in particular.

As he expected, she was angry at him and in turn acting distant, however, she wasn't completely ignoring him, if he spoke to her she would respond, albeit in a neutral tone.

A situation where she acted the same way had already happened before and he even knew some ways to get her back to normal, but as this time the cause was much more complicated, he doubted it would work.

It was likely that if he tried, she would only get angrier, but that was okay too, he knew her well enough to know that he just needed to give her some time and she would eventually calm down.

...And he would probably have to make some "sacrifice" considering the reason for this fight, but at least she wasn't doing anything to stress him, after all, their situation still had a supernatural side.

In other words, things between the two were at an impasse...well, there was a certain ambiguity as well.

Reflecting once again on the new and somewhat ambiguous dynamic between the two, Micael walked past her after looking at her, aiming for his room.

With him leaving the kitchen and passing through the living room, he reached the stairs, his foot touching the first step and his arms hanging loosely at his sides.

As he took the second step, he heard the sound of a glass clinking in the sink as he took two more and the faint sound of Mari's bare feet quickly approaching was heard by him.

That's why he didn't even react when he felt her presence behind him, much less was he surprised when she walked past him, bumping into his shoulder.

With her stopping right in front of him and making him stop too, he looked at her, with her turning her head and looking over her shoulder at him and snorting.

"Hmph."

After that, she turned around and started walking up the stairs.

Faced with Mari's childish behavior, Micael just shook his head.

Again, it wasn't the first time she had this type of behavior, at least she was aware that there was a time and place for everything, so she wouldn't go overboard with this type of attitude.

In other words, in this current situation, she knew that she had the "advantage" over him, and he could not "retaliate" in any way.

But at the end of it all, he knew that her behavior was just a way to get his attention, and she knew that he knew, but even though they were both aware of all this, they still acted like two weirdos without directly talking about it. 

'The complexity of human emotions.' — That's what Micael thought. — 'Or it's just the weirdness of two weirdos.'

Snapping out of his musings, he looked up and continued walking.

Since Mari was a little in front of him, naturally, the vision that occurred to him when he looked up was of her ass.

Now, when this scenario happened he would usually look away, but considering that they both made it clear that they want each other, there is no need for him to be a gentleman.

Then, with a hand on his chin and an expression as if he were contemplating a work of art, he looked at her ass with complete attention.

She was wearing short shorts that went to mid-thigh and were a little loose, but because the material was a little thin and because of the type of panties she was wearing, he could see the outline beneath the fabric of her shorts.

But more than that, what pleased him most was the way her ass filled out those shorts, looking full and quite slappable.

With him walking right behind her, he smoothed his chin while nodding his head like a Chinese sage. — 'Yes, that's definitely a beatiful ass, 10/10.'

He continued admiring her ass as they both went up the stairs and he was pretty sure she knew what he was doing, in fact, he thought she just didn't shake her hips suggestively because it was too bold a thing for her to do and she was still too shy to do it.

And this was proven when she reached the top of the stairs and stopped, she looked at him over her shoulder again, but as she frowned, there was also a slight blush on her face.

And with Micael being captured, he simply looked away from her ass and looked at her, then smiled slightly, acting unconcerned as if he wasn't doing anything wrong.

"Hmph."

Snorting again, she said nothing and simply continued walking away from the stairs.

Following close behind her, he glanced at her back as she went to her room.

He thought of something, last night he remembered something, that something being that he had told himself to tell Mari about the incident with the gyarus from a few months ago.

Now, talking about this considering how Mari was now might seem like a bad thing, but considering the other times something like this happened and he told her…it was more likely that she would take advantage of the situation.

Deciding on this thought as proof, he calmly called her. — "Mari."

Upon hearing him, the girl stopped, but did not turn around or say anything.

Going to the front of his room and stopping there, Micael spoke knowing that she was paying attention. — "I just wanted to say that another one of these accidents happened a few months ago, I didn't tell you before because I had forgotten."

Mari remained with her back to him when he finished speaking, after a moment of silence, she asked. — "...What exactly happened?"

"Well, long story short, a few things happened and she ended up touching me directly on my...anyway, and in retaliation I did the same to her." — Micael responded, being fully aware of the risk he was taking.

The girl didn't say anything this time, she just remained silent, still with her back to him, a silence that grew with each passing second.

With these long seconds of silence that seemed to make the atmosphere more tense, Mari finally moved.

Without saying anything, she calmly turned around, her face neutral as she began to walk silently towards him.

Arriving in front of him, a few inches away, she looked at him neutrally, her gaze not showing her intentions as she remained without saying anything.

Micael kept her gaze, thinking about what she was possibly going to do. — 'Is she really going to do what I think?..."

And Micael didn't have to wait long to confirm his thoughts because, still with a neutral face, Mari moved her hand and grabbed his cock and balls.

"..."

Without saying anything and feeling the gentle grip on his private parts, Micael thought somewhat incredulously. — 'She really did it...she really changed.'

With the two facing each other in a growing ambiguous atmosphere, Micael felt his member growing and hardening with Mari feeling the same sensation coming from her hand.

Despite the growing blush on her face, Mari kept her face neutral and apparently ignoring Micael's erection against her hand, asked in a neutral tone. — "Is that what she did?"

"Yes, that was it, well she was squeezing a little too stimulating me." — Micael answered him shamelessly.

At his response, he could see how the corner of her mouth twitched, while he himself held back his laughter.

Squinting her eyes, Mari questioned him in a dry tone. — "You are really shameless, when the girl did this to you, why didn't you stop her? What's your excuse for that?"

With her addressing this, the point that he knew was the real problem with him talking about this event, he opened his mouth to speak only to close it later.

Staying silent for a moment just staring at her, only then did he speak. — "Unfortunately I have no excuse, I was taken by surprise but I had full capacity to stop her if I wanted, I just let it happen to see how far it would go and to take advantage of the situation too, I really have no excuse."

After his words, he just looked at her, with her not showing any reaction or saying anything.

After another moment of silence, he spoke again. — "Sorry about that, I'll make it up to you later."

"Hmph." — A snort was what the girl gave in response.

Micael didn't expect a different answer, the girl certainly knew his intention when talking about this, he wanted to see what she would do if he gave her a "fair reason" for her to act more intimately with him.

And she confirmed this, he also knew that despite her confident declaration that all his firsts belonged to her, she was not yet ready to take so many steps forward at once.

At least for now, it was just a matter of time before she got used to it and started being more and more direct, but that's a question for the future.

As they looked at each other in silence and he reflected, he saw how she looked away from him and down, right where her hand and parts of him were.

With his eyes focused on her face, he could only feel how she began to move her hand gently, squeezing gently before slowly stroking his cock.

She did it very slowly, as if she was experimenting.

And in reaction to her actions, he calmly moved his hand and stopped in front of her crotch, after all they were redoing what had happened to him.

But instead of just touching her directly, he left his hand there and waited for her to decide whether he could or not.

After all, he was still to blame and he felt guilty towards her, he at least had to give her a small advantage over him as compensation.

Then, with him waiting for an answer, he watched as she moved her eyes to his hand before returning to his crotch.

With her doing nothing more than that, Micael took it as permission before continuing to slowly move his hand closer to her.

Her eyes went to his hand as he slowly approached it, until then, he finally touched her.

The feeling that Micael had was the familiar softness and smoothness combined with the weak heat, in addition to the slightly rough feeling of the fabric of the shorts.

With his middle finger moving as he pushed lightly, he watched her blush increase, reaching her ears.

The girl then raised her head, meeting his gaze, her expression was no longer so neutral, her gaze seemed to fill with intensity.

Then, with his three fingers moving, he can discern the shape of her lips in his mind under the tight fabric of her panties, making him imagine them.

But the girl seemed to replicate his action because, with his dick pulsing with the image he had in mind, her hand was under the head of his dick, and since his foreskin didn't cover it, she could definitely feel his shape through his shorts and underwear.

With the ambiguous atmosphere between them increasing in intensity as they looked at each other, Micael approached her slowly, his hands never stopping caressing himself.

But when his lips almost touched hers, she abruptly pulled away, leaving him frozen with his lips slightly pursed and his hand positioned in the same place.

Blinking his eyes as he processed this abrupt ending, he watched as she walked away while turning her back to him.

Stopping after a few steps, the girl turned slightly as she looked at him, with a mocking smile on her flushed face, she gave him a middle finger.

Having already straightened up, Micael felt the corner of his eye twitch at the sight.

Without waiting for him to say or do anything, she started walking towards her bedroom door.

Arriving forward and opening the door, she made a point of looking at him again but this time she ended up sticking her tongue out, only then she entered.

Standing where he was, Micael could only shake his head at all of this, in the end it seemed like Mari decided to give him blue balls again, this time worse than before.

Thinking that he had already been unnecessarily stimulated, Micael went towards his room while almost feeling the disappointment even more intense than before as his penis deflated.

Opening the bedroom door, he entered and then closed it, he still had many things to do, starting with talking to Rias.

Reaching the computer desk and taking his cell phone from there, he sat down on the chair and sent her a message.

[Micael: Rias?]

Once that was done, he placed the cell phone on his thigh and picked up the headphone, imagining that she would take a while to respond.

But when he finished putting on his headphones and turning on his PC, the message notification sound appeared.

Taking out his cell phone, he looked at the message.

[Rias: Yes?]

Seeing that direct message, without any emoji, made Micael have the vague impression that something was wrong, but hoping it was just his paranoia speaking, he didn't ask and sent something else.

[Micael: I wanted to know if I could go there later today for another healing session, I believe that just one more will be enough]

His eyes were still hurting, although he didn't show it, he figured that alone his eyes would recover completely in about a week or so, but with Rias healing it could be done in maybe two more days.

He only mentioned one in the message because he didn't want to make her too nervous or worried, after all she seemed very tense last time and now with her becoming aware of her feelings she could become even more tense.

And Micael didn't have to wait long to receive an answer.

[Rias: Yes, you can come here later]

With a slight smile appearing on his face, Micael quickly wrote as he sent another message before she sent one, he could almost see her face turning red as she read it.

[Micael: By the way, I was thinking, how about we go out tomorrow? We can go watch a movie or just go for a walk, what do you say?]

The intention of this message was obvious because although he already knew about her feelings, she didn't, his plan was to talk about it with her on a date and then make things official between them.

After sending the message, he looked at his cell phone screen with a slight smile on his face awaiting her response.

And so he waited and waited and waited...

After almost twenty minutes, minutes that seemed quite long, with his slight smile having already disappeared, being replaced by a suspicious look with his eyebrow raised and his gaze focused on his cell phone.

It was only after that, with his inner Batman practically screaming, that the message arrived.

[Rias: Sorry Micael, but I can't go out with you, it's better this way, besides, it's Akeno who will be responsible for your cure, not me...I'm really sorry]

With the feeling of shock spreading through his body as if he had been electrocuted, Micael stared in disbelief at his cell phone screen with his eyebrows raised and his mouth slightly open, muttering weakly. — "...Did I just get rejected?"

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