8

Four hours later…

The dorm was silent, save for the soft hum of electronics and the distant snores echoing from other rooms. The overhead lights had been shut off in accordance with dormitory rules, leaving the place bathed in shadows. Yuki lay sprawled on the top bunk, blanket over his lower half, his face lit up faintly by the glow of his phone screen.

His thumbs danced over the screen of his phone as he played Bladestorm: Rise of the Crimson Ronin, a fast-paced fighting game where masked warriors clashed under blood moons and ancient vendettas. He was halfway through an intense boss battle—one that demanded every ounce of his focus—when something shifted near his side.

He froze.

A delicate touch crawled along his leg, fingers whispering up toward his thigh. His entire body stiffened.

"What the—?" he muttered.

Gripping his phone with shaky fingers, he tapped on the flashlight app and shone it toward the source of contact. The light caught on a face.

Ayumi.

Her dark eyes shimmered under the beam, and her expression was unreadable, lips slightly parted like she was caught between a smirk and a secret.

"A-Ayumi? What… what do you need?" Yuki stammered, his voice rising an octave as he tried to scramble down from the bunk without crashing headfirst.

"I couldn't sleep," she whispered coyly, voice barely audible over the low whirring of the dorm fan.

As his feet hit the floor, the flashlight shifted—and caught on something lying on the ground.

A glossy blue vibrator, glinting innocently in the artificial light.

Yuki's mouth opened, but no words came out.

Then he looked up. And saw her.

Ayumi was completely naked. The hoodie was gone. No shirt, no bra, no panties. Just her, bare in the moonlit room, her skin glowing like something out of one of his game fantasies—except now it was real, and a thousand times more overwhelming.

His brain went into meltdown.

"W-Wait—hold on! Renji isn't back yet!" he blurted, eyes darting between the toy and her. "I think—I think maybe you should, uh—cover yourself up!"

Ayumi tilted her head, a ghost of a smile on her lips as she took a step closer.

"Why? Are you afraid of the dark, or just what you might do if I get too close?"

Yuki swallowed so hard it hurt.

He wasn't sure which scared him more—Ayumi… or the part of him that didn't want her to stop. Yuki stood frozen, his back pressed against the bunk ladder as if it were the only thing holding him upright.

His brain screamed for logic, for restraint, but his body was betraying him second by second.

Ayumi stepped closer, her gaze never leaving his. The moonlight cut across her face, painting her in silver shadows, her figure outlined like some forbidden muse.

She crouched down—gracefully, deliberately—kneeling on the carpeted floor. Her bare knees touched down with a soft sound, and her body faced him while her perfectly rounded ass pointed toward the open window, the curtains swaying slightly with the breeze.

"I've never met a man who could resist me," she murmured, voice low and sensual.

Yuki's breath hitched.

Her fingers moved—slow and calculated—as she reached out toward him, her eyes locked on his. She didn't grab him, didn't rush. Instead, with her two fingers, she hooked the drawstring of his sweatpants.

He sucked in a sharp breath.

"A-Ayumi—" he managed, stepping back slightly, but there was nowhere else to go. His back was against the ladder, his brain short-circuiting between a thousand different alarm bells and a wild thrum of adrenaline.

She tugged gently, loosening the knot of his waistband with practiced ease. It wasn't even forceful. It was confident. Teasing.

Yuki grabbed her wrists gently but firmly, his hands trembling. "Please… I-I really don't think this is a good idea. You're Renji's girl, and I'm—I'm not…"

She looked up at him slowly, her expression unreadable again. Not angry. Not hurt. Just curious.

"Not what?" she asked.

Yuki's mouth opened—but he didn't know how to say it.

Not experienced. Not ready. Not like Renji.

Not the kind of guy girls stripped for under moonlight.

His heart thundered in his chest.

"I'm just… me," he whispered.

Ayumi blinked. Then, surprisingly, her expression softened—for the first time that night.

"Maybe that's what I like," she said.

And she didn't move away.

Not yet.

Ayumi's fingers paused at the hem of his sweatpants, still curled loosely around the undone drawstrings. Her eyes were on him—no longer playful, but intense. Honest, in a way that caught Yuki off guard.

"You caught my eye the moment I saw you walking out of the restroom with Renji," she whispered. "You've got that slim build, that cute, innocent face… and I don't know—maybe I just wanted something different."

Yuki swallowed hard, his hands still lightly gripping her wrists.

"Different…?" he echoed, his voice nearly cracking.

Ayumi smiled faintly, her head tilting as she leaned in a little closer, her breath warm against his stomach. "Yeah," she said, voice a soft purr. "I've had guys like Renji—over and over. But you? You're untouched. Curious. The idea of giving a blowjob to someone who's never had it before… I don't know, it makes me feel like I'm discovering something new."

Yuki's knees wobbled slightly, his back still pinned to the bunk ladder. His mouth opened, then closed, a thousand thoughts racing through his head. Her words stirred something wild inside him—something confused, scared, and… undeniably aroused.

"I… I don't know if I'm ready," he muttered, heart thundering. "I don't want to do something I'll mess up or regret."

Ayumi didn't laugh. She didn't mock him.

Instead, she brought her hand up and gently brushed her fingers across his side, her touch featherlight. "That's the thing," she murmured, looking up at him again. "You don't have to do anything. Let me lead. Let me show you how it feels."

Yuki stared down at her, caught between the innocence she saw in him… and the fire she was trying to awaken.

And right then—he had no idea what choice he was about to make. Slowly, he felt her hands crouch over his dick---first as a touch now as a stroke. His breath hitched as she kept doing it softly. His hands found way to the top of the ladder grabbing it as support when she loosened up the knot on his sweatpants and they fell down.

It was out. His fucking dick was out!

He swallowed harder when her warm hands stroke his dick again. "Ayumi..."

"Call me Yumi, Yuki. There's no need to keep this sort of boundary between us." Her sultry voice shot my ears up and it tinged in redness, my face was completely flushed and my heartbeat increased to fifty times normal.

I hissed as she brought her tongue out, licking my balls gently. A surge of excitement, shivers ran through my spines vehemently that I didn't have the time to think.

The hell was there anything to think about! A girl was finally giving Yuki his first blow Job! A fine, sexy big ass lady was giving Yuki blow job.

That was the only thing ringing in Yuki's ears. And next thing he knew, he felt his dick in a warmer environment, slimy smooth but wholesome mouth. He held onto the ladder, his face flushing even harder as he saw Ayumi gagging on his dick.

Each gag she gave was like 'heavenly' relief. The fuck this actually feels so good.

"Don't stop! Don't ---" Yuki gasped, his voice vanishing bit by bit into the tingling sensation of pleasure. The words tumbled from his lips before he could catch them. But almost instantly, his voice cracked.

"I'm going to cum! Fuck, Please… stop"

His whole body trembled, as he flushed out his white thick cum into her throat. His breath hitched as Ayumi didn't pull back and kept on licking each drop of cum in her mouth and lips.

Yuki froze, his face already crimson red and veins spiking out from his skin.

She looked up at him, her expression unreadable at first. Then, slowly, she pulled back, letting her hands fall to her sides as she knelt there, blinking like she was seeing him clearly for the first time.

Yuki brought a hand to his face, trying to hide the tear that slid down his cheek. "That was fucking good" he whispered, his hands letting go off the ladder.

There was silence.

And then, to his surprise, Ayumi chuckled softly, ike the sound of someone fondly watching a child get excited over gifts.

"You really are something else," she said with a half-smile, shaking her head. "You're so… innocent."

Yuki didn't say anything. He just stared at her face stained with his squirt. "How did I do Yuki? How does it feel?"

Yuki didn't know how to answer, of course it felt good! It felt awesome but it would be too childish of him to say it like that. "Just normal, not extraordinary." He blurted out, building his ego.

Ayumi laughed, her hands curling up from his sweatpants and to his shoulders. She lifted herself up from the ground and held him in put. "Nothing extraordinary?"