Chapter 16 - Date 3~❤️

The amusement park was alive with the scent of caramel popcorn, the sound of joyful screams from roller coasters, and the vibrant glow of neon lights reflecting in Himiko's golden eyes. She clung to Soren's arm with an iron grip, practically bouncing on her heels as she scanned the attractions around them. 

"Ehehe~! Soren-kun! Let's go on the Ferris wheel next! Ooooh, but the haunted house looks fun too!" She pouted, tapping her chin. 

"Hmm~! Which one should we do first?" 

Soren smirked, adjusting the grip of his free hand in his pocket. 

"Whichever makes you happiest." 

Himiko gasped dramatically before throwing her arms around him. 

"Ehehe~! Soren-kun spoils me so much! But that's okay~! I love being spoiled by you~!" 

Soren chuckled, resting a hand on her head as she nuzzled into his shoulder. Her affection was as chaotic as she was—wild, unpredictable, and completely unfiltered. 

"Then we'll do both," he said, lightly tapping her nose. 

"Haunted house first, then the Ferris wheel." 

Himiko shivered in delight, gripping his arm even tighter. 

"You do know how to treat a girl, Soren-kun~." 

Inside the haunted house, the air was thick with fog, the dim lighting flickering in eerie patterns. Chilling whispers played over the speakers, and distant screams echoed from deeper within the attraction. 

Himiko, however, didn't flinch. 

She giggled as she admired the fake blood splattered across the walls, her fingers trailing along it like she was appreciating fine art. "Ehehe~! So much red~! It's beautiful, don'tcha think, Soren-kun?" 

Soren smirked, watching her with amusement. "I had a feeling you'd enjoy this." 

"I love it!" she chirped, twirling on her heel. 

Then, suddenly— 

A costumed actor lunged from the shadows, his rotting zombie makeup illuminated by the dim glow of the emergency exit sign. 

"RAAARGH—" 

Shing! 

Before Soren could blink, Himiko had pulled a knife from… somewhere, the blade gleaming in the flickering lights. Her golden eyes sparkled with excitement as she tilted her head. 

"Ehehe~! Soren-kun, can I cut him a little? Pretty please?" 

The actor, now frozen in place, let out a nervous laugh. "Uh… m-miss?" 

Soren sighed, placing a hand on her head and ruffling her blonde hair. "Not today." 

Himiko pouted, tapping the knife against her lower lip before slowly tucking it away. "Fiiine~! But only 'cause you said so!" 

The actor let out a breath of relief, backing away cautiously. 

As they walked deeper into the haunted house, Himiko pressed herself against Soren, her breath warm against his neck. 

"Ehehe~. I really wanna see you covered in blood, though. It'd be so hot~," she whispered, her voice dripping with adoration. 

Soren smirked, eyes glinting. "Maybe one day." 

She let out a shuddering gasp, gripping his coat like he'd just whispered the sweetest words of devotion. 

"Ehehe~! Promise?" 

He chuckled, tilting her chin up with a finger. "We'll see." 

Himiko's eyes glazed over in a dreamy daze. "Soren-kun is the best~!" 

With that, she dragged him forward, eager to see what other twisted delights the haunted house had in store.

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At a private dojo, Soren and Itsuka circled each other on the mat. 

"Alright, babe. No holding back. Let's see what you got." Itsuka grinned, cracking her knuckles as she activated her quirk, her fists swelling in size. 

Soren smirked. "I'd say the same to you." 

The match was intense—Itsuka was strong, her technique refined, her footwork precise. But Soren was simply better. 

With a swift movement, he caught her wrist, twisting her momentum against her and pinning her to the mat. 

She huffed, her breath ragged. "Tch. Too strong as always." 

Soren smirked. "Yield?" 

Her eyes gleamed as she grinned. 

"Mmmm~. I dunno. Maybe if you give me a real reward." 

Soren raised a brow. "What kind of reward?" 

Itsuka wrapped her legs around his waist, flipping him over and straddling him in one fluid motion. 

Her smirk turned sultry.

"I'll let you figure that out~" 

Itsuka leaned forward, her breath warm against Soren's ear as she ground her hips against him, feeling the growing hardness beneath her. A soft, breathy moan escaped her lips, and she smirked, her voice dripping with playful mischief. 

"Mmm~, Soren… you're already getting hard" she purred, her fingers trailing down his chest. 

Soren's hands gripped her thighs firmly, his touch both possessive and commanding. His smirk was sharp, his voice low and teasing. 

"You're the one who started this, Itsuka. You sure you can handle the reward you're asking for?" 

Itsuka let out a light laugh, her hips rolling against him again, her movements deliberate and slow.

"Oh, please. Like I'd back down from a challenge. Besides…" She leaned closer, her lips brushing his as she whispered, "I've been waiting my turn for *weeks*. The other girls can't have you all to themselves." 

Soren's grip tightened, and in one swift motion, he flipped her onto her back, pinning her beneath him. His voice was a low growl, laced with amusement and dominance. 

"Your turn, huh? And here I thought you were just here to spar." 

Itsuka's grin widened, her legs wrapping around his waist as she arched into him. 

"Who says I can't do both? You're the one who's always so… *distracting*." 

Soren chuckled, his hands sliding up her sides, his touch firm and deliberate. 

"Distracting, am I? Maybe you should've thought twice before challenging me." 

Itsuka's breath hitched as his lips brushed her neck, her fingers tangling in his hair. "Oh, I thought about it. A lot. And I decided I'd rather have you *distract* me all night." 

Soren pulled back slightly, his smirk turning wicked as he looked down at her. 

"You're awfully bold for someone who just lost a sparring match." 

Itsuka's eyes sparkled with defiance, her voice a sultry whisper. 

"I didn't lose. I just… let you win. Besides, isn't this a much better way to end the match?" 

Soren's laugh was dark and low, his hands sliding under her shirt to explore the warmth of her skin. 

"You're impossible, you know that?" 

"And yet you can't resist me," she shot back, her voice trembling slightly as his touch sent shivers down her spine. 

Soren leaned in, his lips hovering just above hers.

"You're right. I can't." 

Itsuka's breath caught as he closed the distance, his kiss deep and demanding, leaving no room for hesitation. She moaned softly into his mouth, her hands gripping his shoulders as she surrendered to the heat between them. 

When they finally broke apart, Soren's smirk returned, his voice a low, teasing rumble. 

"Still sure about that reward?" 

Itsuka's eyes were half-lidded, her cheeks flushed as she grinned up at him. 

"Absolutely. And just so you know… I'm not planning on sharing you for the rest of the night." 

Soren chuckled, his hands sliding down to grip her hips.

"Lucky for you, I'm all yours… for now." 

Itsuka's laugh was breathless as she pulled him closer, her voice a whisper against his lips. 

"Then show me why I won the draw, Soren." 

Itsuka knelt between Soren's legs, her hands resting on his thighs as she glanced up at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes. 

Her rear was positioned perfectly in front of his face, and Soren didn't hesitate to take advantage of the view. With a firm grip, he tugged down her pants, revealing the delicate fabric of her panties, already damp with her arousal. 

Itsuka shivered as she felt his hot breath against her, his low chuckle sending a thrill down her spine. 

"Someone's eager," Soren teased, his voice dark and velvety. His fingers traced the edge of her panties, making her squirm. 

Itsuka shot him a playful glare over her shoulder, her cheeks flushed but her tone defiant. 

"You're one to talk. Don't act like you're not enjoying this." 

Soren smirked, his breath warm against her as he leaned closer. 

"Oh, I'm enjoying it. But I think you're enjoying it more." 

Itsuka huffed, her fingers fumbling with the waistband of his pants. "You talk too much, Soren." 

She finally freed his length, her eyes widening slightly at the sight. A nervous gulp escaped her, and Soren couldn't resist teasing her further. 

"Nervous?" he purred, his voice dripping with amusement. 

Itsuka's cheeks burned, but she refused to back down. 

"Not even a little," she lied, her voice trembling just enough to betray her. 

Soren chuckled, his hands gripping her hips as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. 

"You're a terrible liar, Itsuka." 

She shot him another glare, her fingers wrapping around him as she tried to regain control of the situation. 

"Maybe I just don't like how smug you are," she retorted, her voice breathless. 

Soren's smirk widened, his fingers sliding under the edge of her panties. 

"Then do something about it." 

Itsuka's breath hitched as she felt his touch, but she quickly regained her composure, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the tip of his length. Her tongue darted out, tasting him, and she couldn't help but hum in appreciation at the musky scent that filled her senses. 

"Mmm… you're not so tough now, are you?" she teased, her voice low and sultry as she glanced up at him through her lashes. 

Soren's grip on her hips tightened, his voice a low growl. 

"Keep talking like that, and you'll regret it." 

Itsuka's grin was wicked as she took him deeper into her mouth, her tongue swirling around him in a way that made his breath catch. She pulled back just enough to whisper. 

"Promises, promises." 

Soren's laugh was dark and breathless, his hands sliding up her back to pull her closer.

 "You're playing with fire, Itsuka." 

She smirked, her lips brushing against him as she spoke. 

"Good thing I like it hot." 

Soren smirked as he felt Itsuka's lips wrap around him, her tongue teasing the sensitive underside of his shaft. He gripped her hips tighter, pulling her back against his face as he began to lick along her folds, his tongue delving deep into her warmth.

"Mmm, you taste so fucking good,"he growled against her, the vibrations sending shivers through her core. Heflicked his tongue over her clit, eliciting a muffled moan from her as she took him deeper into her throat.

Soren's hips jerked involuntarily as she swallowed around him, her throat constricting his length.He chuckled darkly, his fingers digging into her flesh.

"Greedy little thing, aren't you? Trying to choke yourself on my cock?"Itsuka pulled back, gasping for air as she shot him a defiant glare.

"I can handle it," she insisted, her voice hoarse.

Soren's smirk only widened at her challenge.

"Prove it." he dared, his fingers gripping her hips tighter as he pulled her back down onto his face, his tongue delving deep into her core. Itsuka moaned around his length, the sound muffled as she took him to the hilt once more, her nose pressing against his abdomen. 

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Soren's hips bucked involuntarily, his grunts of pleasure vibrating against Itsuka's sensitive flesh. Heflicked his tongue over her clit, sucking the hardened nub between his lips as he fucked her with his mouth, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise.

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Itsuka's eyes rolled back, tears of pleasure pricking at the corners as she struggled to breathe through her nose, Soren's thick length blocking her airway. She gagged around him, her throat convulsing, but she refused to pull away, determined to prove her worth.

Soren felt the tension coiling in his abdomen, Itsuka's relentless suction and the tight grip of her throat pushing him closer to the edge. 

He redoubled his efforts, his tongue plunging in and out of her dripping core as he sucked her clit mercilessly, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to leave bruises.Itsuka's body tensed, her legs shaking as her orgasm crashed over her. 

She screamed around Soren's length, the sound muffled and distorted as she convulsed, her inner walls clamping down on his invading tongue. 

Soren groaned, the vibrations pushing him over the precipice. With a final, brutal thrust of his hips, he spilled himself down Itsuka's throat, his hot seed flooding her mouth and coating her tongue.

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Itsuka swallowed convulsively, her throat working to gulp down every last drop of his release.