The Last Night

The clock on Ryo's wall ticked past 9 PM, the room still heavy with the lingering heat of the night before. Anaya stood near the door, her thick, curly black hair tied back in a messy bun, strands sticking to her sweaty neck. She wore a loose gray hoodie that hung over her large breasts, and tight black shorts that clung to her plump ass and thick thighs. Her full lips pressed into a tight line. She clutched her backpack, ready to leave.

Ryo leaned against the bed, his short black hair messy, gray eyes watching her with a lazy grin. He was shirtless again, jeans low on his hips, "Come on, Anaya," he said, "Stay the night. You never did, and this is our last time before the awakening messes everything up."

She glared at him, dark eyes narrowing. "No way. I'm done with this shit. I got first place, exams are over, and I'm going home."

He stepped closer, blocking her path to the door. "You owe me more than one night. I tanked that exam for you—second place, when I could've smoked everyone. Stay."

Her jaw clenched, and she shoved his chest, barely moving him. "I don't owe you anything else, Ryo. The rough night was enough—my ass still hurts because of you, you perv. Move."

He didn't budge, crossing his arms. "Hurts? Good. Just sleep here. I won't even touch you. Promise."

She laughed, sharp and bitter. "Yeah, right. You and your promises. You'll be all over me the second I close my eyes."

"I won't," he snapped, "I'm not that desperate. Sleep on the bed, I'll take the floor. Deal?"

Anaya shifted her weight, wincing as her sore ass pressed against the shorts. Her knees still stung from the rug burns, and her body ached all over from his roughness. She wanted her own bed, her own space, but the house was a long walk, and she was exhausted. "Fine," she said, dropping her backpack with a thud. "But I get the bed, and you keep your hands off. Touch me, and I'll kick your balls so hard you'll never fuck again."

Ryo smirked, raising his hands. "Deal. Bed's yours."

She kicked off her sneakers and climbed onto the bed, the mattress creaking under her. She flinched as she sat, pain shooting through her ass—red and tender from his slaps the night before.

"Fuck," she muttered, shifting to lie on her stomach instead. Her hoodie rode up slightly, showing the curve of her lower back, and her shorts stretched tight over her ass, sticking out as she settled. She pulled the thin blanket over her shoulders, leaving her legs bare, and buried her face in the pillow. "Don't even look at me," she mumbled, voice muffled.

Ryo chuckled, grabbing a spare blanket and tossing it on the rug. "Can't help it. You're too hot." He lay down, the floor hard under his back, and turned off the lamp. The room went dark, moonlight slipping through the cracked window.

Hours passed. The clock hit midnight, then crept past. Anaya's breathing slowed, deep and steady, her body limp with sleep. Ryo sat up, gray eyes glinting as he watched her. Her ass stuck out from under the blanket, round and full, the shorts outlining every curve. He stood quietly, barefoot on the cold floor, and grabbed a small tube of cream from his desk. It was something his older sister left him. It could heal anything.

He knelt beside the bed, careful not to wake her. His fingers hooked into the waistband of her shorts, peeling them down slowly with her white panties. The fabric slid over her hips, revealing her ass—golden-brown skin marred with faint red marks from his hands. She didn't stir, her face still buried in the pillow, curls spilling over it.

Ryo squeezed the paste onto his fingers, a cool white blob, and smeared it across her ass cheeks. He rubbed it in, gentle but firm, coating the sore spots. Her skin was soft, warm under his touch, and he lingered a second longer than he needed to. "Damn," he whispered, voice low. "The night was fucking amazing, Anaya. Loved every second of it. Sucks we might not do this again—exams are done, and who knows what happens after the awakening." He spread more paste, covering the red prints. "Two years with you—hottest girl I've ever seen. Worth it."

He wiped his hands on his jeans, then pulled her panties and shorts back up, careful to smooth them over her hips. She shifted slightly, a small grunt escaping her, but didn't wake. He stood, grabbing his blanket and heading for the door. "Good luck tomorrow," he said softly, stepping out into the hall and closing it behind him.

Anaya's eyes cracked open, dark and sharp in the moonlight. She'd heard him—every word, every touch. Her ass felt cooler now, the paste easing the sting faster than she thought. Must be something expensive, but her face twisted with annoyance. "Idiot," she muttered, voice thick with sleep. She closed her eyes again, rolling her head deeper into the pillow, and drifted off.