Chapter 11: Sayaka’s Jealous Game — Let’s Raise the Stakes
Chapter 11: Sayaka's Jealous Game — Let's Raise the Stakes
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The final night of the trip.
Dinner was loud.
Laughter, photos, teasing.
But beneath the surface, the harem tension was near explosion.
Miyu sat closer than usual.
Rika never let her gaze off Aoi.
And Sayaka?
Sayaka was dangerously quiet.
Too quiet.
She didn't make any sarcastic comments.
Didn't tease.
Didn't even nudge him with her shoulder.
Instead… she watched.
Measured.
Plotted.
And when everyone was back in the big tatami room, preparing for the last night?
She made her move.
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The Dare
> "Let's play something."
Sayaka's voice was sharp.
Clear.
Commanding.
> "Truth or dare. Classic. Just us. The rest of the class doesn't need to know."
Miyu raised a brow.
Rika said nothing.
Aoi hesitated.
> "Are we really doing this?"
> "Afraid?" Sayaka smirked. "Thought you had stamina."
Game on.
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First Rounds
It started tame.
> "Truth: Who did you kiss first?"
"Dare: Hold hands with the person you'd date right now."
"Truth: Have you ever fantasized about a classmate?"
Then it got… darker.
Sayaka was always the one pushing it.
> "Dare: Sit in Aoi's lap for 30 seconds."
"Truth: Whose body do you want to explore the most?"
"Dare: Whisper the dirtiest thought you've had about someone in this room."
By the fifth round, everyone was flushed.
And Sayaka?
Still cool.
Still watching.
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Checkmate
> "Your turn, Aoi," she said, locking eyes. "Truth or dare?"
His throat tightened.
> "...Dare."
Sayaka leaned in. Her voice dropped.
> "I dare you to follow me. Now."
Gasps.
But no one stopped him.
She stood, turned, and walked toward the inn's back hallway — hips swaying with confidence.
He followed.
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The Locked Room
She pulled him into a storage room.
Closed the door.
Locked it.
> "Let's raise the stakes, Aoi."
She pinned him against the wall.
No more teasing.
Her lips crashed into his.
Hot. Fast.
Desperate.
> "I saw you with Rika. With Miyu. Do you think I'm just a third place?"
> "Sayaka—"
She pulled his shirt up.
Ran her tongue down his chest.
Bit softly at his collarbone.
> "I don't want your attention. I want to own you."
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The Breaking Point
Her hands were everywhere.
Confident. Knowing.
She slid down, kissing lower—
Paused—
Then grinned up at him.
> "I want you moaning my name. Tonight."
The next few minutes were a blur of heat.
Mouth. Hands.
Wet lips. Sloppy sounds.
No shame.
He gripped her hair, tried not to lose control—
But she was relentless.
She wanted to mark him.
Claim him.
And when he finally did—
> "S-Sayaka—!"
She didn't stop.
Not until he was shaking.
Then she stood, wiped her lips with two fingers, and kissed him again — tongue deep, breath hot.
> "Now they'll know who touched you last."
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Back to the Room
When they returned, everyone knew.
Sayaka's flushed face.
Aoi's barely buttoned shirt.
The faint scent on his skin.
Rika glared.
Miyu looked down.
Sayaka?
She just smiled.
And laid down beside him like nothing happened.
> "Your move, girls," she whispered.
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