Infront of the entrance.
Akira was standing before the entrance as he said,
"Yukino-chan, welcome home. Do you want to eat first, take a shower, or…"
"Help me change my shoes," Yukinoshita Yukino said bluntly, as she closed the door behind her.
"Alright." Akira Fujimiya said, as he kneeled down and helped Yukino change into her slippers without any hesitation.
Seeing how obedient Akira was, Yukinoshita Yukino felt a newfound sense of control—and, oddly enough, satisfaction.
After Akira placed her shoes inside the shoe rack, the second Miss Yukinoshita walked toward her room—with a satisfied look, as she smile.
Halfway down the hallway, she turn and looked back at him, who was standing still as if confused.
"Don't just stand there. I need to change my clothes."
"Yes, Yukino-chan." Akira paused for a moment, processing her words, then understood what Yukino meant.
Yukinoshita Yukino's face flushed slightly as she entered her bedroom.
.....
Inside Yukino's Bedroom—
She busied herself by setting her bag on the dresser, avoiding the mirror to not confront the faint pink on her cheeks.
Akira followed closely, stepping into the bedroom to help her choose clothes.
Yukino didn't refuse the outfits he selected— black crop top and shorts— after all, they were at home, not going out.
The crop top was a fitted black piece in soft cotton, ending just above her belly button— The shorts were matching black shorts, loose around the thighs but snug at the hips, perfect for lounging in the privacy of their shared space—casual yet subtly revealing, allowing glimpses of her toned legs and the curve of her ass when she moved.
"These will do for relaxing after your day, Yukino-chan," Akira said, playfully — holding them up with a casual nod, his eyes already tracing her form in anticipation.
She crossed her arms, maintaining her composed stance. "If you insist on it, make it quick."
She may look came on the outside but she was not so calm on the inside.
Akira smile, as he stepped behind her, her body heating up as he began with her uniform skirt.
His fingers found the zipper at her side, pulling it down slowly, the metallic rasp echoing in the quiet room.
ZIPPP!
As the fabric loosened, his palms pressed against her hips, sliding the skirt over them with deliberate drags, knuckles grazing the tops of her thighs.
He knelt to guide it to her ankles, his breath warm on her thigh as he helped her step out, hands trailing up the backs of her legs in the process—fingers splaying to squeeze the firm muscles, thumbs dipping into the softness of her hips.
"Ah—" Yukino's breath caught slightly, her posture rigid as she felt his touch climb higher, brushing against her panties.
Before—Rising up, as he turned his attention to her shirt, starting at the top button.
Each one undone allowed his fingertips to slide across her collarbone, then lower, tracing her skin. The shirt slipped off her shoulders, and he peeled it away, his hands following the path down her arms, circling back to her waist where he let his palms stay against her bare stomach—rubbing in slow circles,
"Your skin's is so soft, Yukino... smooth and warm, like it is trying to gain my attention" he murmured, his voice laced with that familiar teasing undertone.
"Hmph!" She huffed softly, eyes narrowing, but didn't pull away, her body leaning for more.
Next came the bra; his fingers unclasped it efficiently, but not before sliding up her back, his nails lightly scraping the skin that send shivers through her body.
The straps open, as he bring his hand around her chest, cupped her breasts from the sides—palms lifting the modest swells, his thumbs brushing the undersides before flicking over her nipples briefly, hardening them to peaks.
He didn't linger long on the private peaks, releasing as the bra dropped, but the quick tease left them tingling.
With Yukino wanting for more but she didn't say anything except glared daggers at him—Akira ignore her glare as he kneel down again for the panties.
He hooked his thumbs into the waistband, tugging them down with agonizing slowness.
The cotton peeled away from her mound, and as it descended, one hand steadied her hip while the other ventured inward—fingers parting her outer folds for a mere second, feeling the budding dampness there, a light stroke along her slit without delving deeper, then withdrawing as the garment hit the floor.
"Haah"
Yukino's thighs pressed together instinctively, a soft exhale escaping as she felt her body warming.
As she stood before him, without anything to protect her body from his gaze, while continue glaring at him—
While, Akira took his sweet time under the pretense of dressing her.
His hands roamed freely: starting at her feet, massaging up her calves with firm kneads, progressing to her thighs where he squeezed the inner flesh, fingers inching close to her pussy lips again, his knuckles grazing them in passing strokes that made her hips twitch.
Her glare intensify, her cheeks warming further.
He stood up slowly, as his hands slide up her sides, caressing her skin before reaching over her ribs to cup her breasts fully now—kneading the modest mounds, pinching the nipples between fingers to roll them roughly, tugging until they ached, then releasing without lingering, as her perk twitch in frustrated.
He then goes down to her stomach, tracing the navel with a fingertip, circling her hips, then to her ass—palms gripping the cheeks, spreading them to expose her heat, a single finger circling around her clit teasingly without pressing in, before slapping lightly—watching it jiggle.
Smack!
"Hnghh!" She moan, as she glare at the culprit coldly.
"This ass... perky and spankable," he teased, delivering another light slap, the sound sharp in the room.
Smack!
"Ahhh!"
Yukino gasped, before glaring at him, "Focus on the clothing, not your impulses," she snapped, voice breathy despite the command.
Akira chuckled, finally picking up the shorts.
He started by having her step into them, his hands guiding the fabric up her legs—caressing her knees, then thighs with long strokes, his caress continue with the rising material.
Finally, the shorts settled on her hips, his palms smoothing them over her ass, squeezing the cheeks through the thin fabric, thumbs hooking into the waistband to adjust while dipping low to trace her crack.
She gasp, the friction against her sensitive skin heightening the ache.
For the crop top, he lifted it over her head first, As the top descended, he pulled it down slowly, fabric dragging over her nipples, making them poke visibly against the cotton.
His hands adjusted the hem, fingers splaying across her exposed area, dipping low to brush her pubic mound through the shorts', then up to trace under the crop's edge, looking at her twitching perk through the dress.
His thumbs circling the hardened buds through the material.
Yukino's thoughts swirled with conflict, her love for him tempering the urge to shove him away, instead allowing a soft moan to slip out.
"Hmm~!"
The dressing process had stretched to nearly half an hour, with Akira prolonging every step with 'adjustments'—tugging the shorts' legs to caress her inner thighs more, with his fingers grazing her labia edges repeatedly, lifting the crop top's to 'check fiting', exposing her breasts for fresh kneads before releasing.
He had her turn for the back view, hands roaming her ass and lower back, his fingers squeezing the cheeks.
With Yukino glaring at him, but her hips pushed back subtly into his palm.
By the end, Yukino's body hummed with unspent energy, every nerve alight from the thorough mapping of her form—breasts sore, nipples throbbing visibly under the crop top, pussy lips swollen and dampening the shorts' crotch.
When Yukino finally left the room, a faint blush lingered on her cheeks.
Akira looked at her retreating back, a smile on his face.
.....
After dinner,
Yukino went to the bathroom.
Akira was cleaning the table, when after 10 minutes—
"Help me get my pajamas," Yukinoshita Yukino calm voice, called out.
"Just a moment, Yukino-chan." Akira stood up, walked to her bedroom, grabbed a set of pajamas, and returned to his own room to get his.
He quickly undress with only his boxer — then went to the bathroom and opened the door, only to find Yukino hiding in the bathtub.
"Yukino, your bathtub is really big," he commented lightly.
Hearing this, Yukino glared at him.
"Your observational skills are as keen as ever. And must you intrude so casually? Atleast knock!"
Ignoring her comment, Akira stepped into the tub opposite her, the water rising around them as their legs brushed underwater. The space allowed comfort, but even the big tub was small for two people—thighs pressing, feet tangling.
He scooted closer, his one hand slicing through the suds to find her small breast, palm engulfing it completely, fingers curling to squeeze the soft flesh. The nipple stiffened instantly under his thumb's pressure, and he rolled it deliberately, pinching to draw a reaction.
Yukino blushed deeply, her glare unwavering even as heat flooded her face. "...Be gentle, you brute," she muttered, but her body betrayed her, arching slightly into his grasp rather than evading it.
"Gentle?" Akira replied, his voice, teasing, adding his second hand to mirror the attention on her other breast—kneading, twisting the peaks until they throbbed, water sloshing with his movements.
"Mhm!"
Yukino bit her lip, suppressing a moan, but her thighs parted underwater, as if inviting for further exploration.
Akira happily obliged, one hand trailing down from her breast to her slick torso—over her navel—to her pussy, fingers stroking the lips through the water, parting them to rub her clit in slow circles. "It's already soaking the bath... your body's so responsive, you glaring while your hole weeps for me."
"Nngh..."
Yukino's breath hitched—glare faltering as pleasure sparked.
His other hand continued breast play, pinching harder, pulling the nipple while his fingers underwater delved along her slit, teasing the entrance without breaching, thumb pressing her clit rhythmically.
Emboldened by her lack of protest, Akira guided her forward.
"Kneel up here, Yukino-chan. Show me how that sharp mouth handles cock after I've stripped you bare so many times."
She glared at him but still got on her knees, water streaming down her firm body, water clinging to her pale skin like invitations. Facing him, she watched as he freed his thick shaft from his boxers, the length bobbing hard and veined, head glistening with pre-cum.
Yukino leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick the underside from base to tip—flat and thorough, tasting the salty skin.
Slurp! Slurp Slurp!
Her tongue circled around the head, lapping the tip to collect the bead of fluid, then parted her lips to engulf it—sucking with hollowed cheeks, taking inch after inch until her throat flexed around the girth.
Slurp! Slurp! Suck!
Akira groaned deeply—"Fuck... yes, just like that." His hand tangled in her wet hair, guiding her rhythm.
Slurp! Glurk! Glurk!
Yukino pushed forward—the sound wet and choked as she deepthroated, nose brushing his pubes, throat convulsing in rhythmic swallows.
Slurp! Glurk! Slurp! Glurk!
She bobbed steadily, tongue pressing the bulging vein, swirling at the crown on withdrawals, saliva trailing in strings to mix with bathwater.
Her thoughts raced, even as arousal dripped from her pussy.
"Mmm! Hmm!"
She hummed around him—vibrations pulsing through his length, her hands joining to fondle his heavy balls, with practices movement, rolling them, tugging the sack gently while sucking voraciously. Drool escaped, coating everything as she twisted her head for added friction, eyes watering but locked on his face.
Akirs's seeing the look on Yukino's face couldn't hold back as he move his hips forcefully, with desire to fuck her face.
Thrust!
Gluk! Glurk! Gluk!
She gagged louder—but maintained her pace, before her jaw starting to ache, as she pulled back.
She glared at him —while Akira averted his head, her mouth was just too good, he can't control himself, Yukino glared coldly before going down to lick his balls fully, sucking one into her mouth.
Suck! Lick! Lick!
Her tongue rolling the sack ball inside her mouth, as her eyes fixed with his, as she continue before releasing it with a —Pop!
As she return to the shaft, again taking it inside her mouth, this time gently, her tongue working on his member inside . As her free hand slipped between her legs, rubbing her clit absentmindedly, but Akira noticed, as he said, "No touching Yukino... that's for me later."
Yukino glared, her frustration increasing, heightening the ache... building the tension.
"Mmmph! Ngnhhh!"
Yukino moaned around his cock—the vibrations nearly undoing him, her pace faltering as she edged him, her tongue—flicks her tip in frustration.
Slurp! Slurp! Gluck!
Minutes stretched, the blowjob a symphony of wet sounds—her jaw aching but unrelenting, throat raw from the abuse.
Finally—
Schlop!
He pulled her off with a pop——strings of spit connecting her lips to his throbbing head.
"My turn now to enjoy,Yukino. Sit on the edge."
Yukino complied, her ass on the tub rim, legs splayed over his shoulders, her pink folds exposed and as it wink at him.
Akira didn't wait a second as he buried his face in, nose grinding her clit as his tongue lashed the length of her slit—
Lick! Slurp! Slurp!
—sucking the lips into his mouth, teeth nipping gently.
"Ahh! Akira! Too intense!" Yukino cried out, hands fisting his hair, pulling him closer despite the words.
Intense indeed—his mouth devours without mercy, knowing every fold from past experience.
He feasted ravenously, tongue thrusting shallowly at her entrance—lapping the inner walls, then flattening to drag from below to clit.
"Ohh! Nnngh! Yes!"
Her hips bucked involuntarily moans escalating as he alternated—clit circled by tongue-tip, then sucked hard—
Suck! Slurp! Suck!
While fingers spread her fold, tongue probing the abused clit.
Yukino's body quaked, "Mmm... ungh... there, don't stop... ahhh!" As she moans.
Her perfectionist mind fracturing under his onslaught.
He inserted two fingers alongside his tongue at her pussy lips, rubbing the outer edges roughly, pinching the labia to tug, all while humming—sending vibration against her clit.
This continue on for 6 minutes— Akira continue is onslaught without stop—sometimes roughly sucking her inside, her clit, and sometimes gently licking her abused lips—This rough and gentle movement send shiver down her spines.
Finally—
"Aaaah! Cumming... Akira, fuck... oh gods!", Yukino ache her back, her walls spasming, juices gushing onto his tongue, thighs clamping his his as orgasm ripped through, body shuddering in waves.
SQUIRT! SLOSH! SQUIRT!
He lapped her clean through the aftershocks, gentle now, until she pushed him back weakly,
"Hah... enough...haah..." glaring down at him, chest heaving, nipples still peaked above the water.
....
After enjoying themselves, both stayed in the bathtub for some time, the warmth enveloping them like a cocoon.
Yukino, limbs lax from release, shifted to press against Akira—her small breasts squishing against his chest, one leg draping over his, her mound nestling against his thigh.
She lifted her face, initiating the kiss—lips brushing his gently, tasting her own tang mixed with his saliva.
Akira kissed her back, arms wrapping her waist, tongue delving deep to tangle slowly, hands stroking her wet back.
She pulled back suddenly, eyes searching for something.
"Yukino-chan, you taste incredible—"
KISS!
Yukino glared, cutting him off with another kiss—fiercer, lips crashing, teeth grazing his as she poured frustration and affection into it, hands clutching his shoulders. Words dilute the moment—this connection speaks volumes.
Kiss! Lick! Kiss! Kiss!
They sank into it, kisses evolving—soft explorations to hungry clashes, breaths syncing in the humid air.
"You're mine, Yukino-chan," he whispered between kisses.
"And you're insufferable," she retorted, but pulled him closer, their bodies entwined in the steaming tub, the night stretching endlessly in shared warmth and unspoken promises.
Slurp! Slurp! Kiss! Suck!
Squeeze!
His hands dipped to her ass, squeezing the cheeks, fingers tracing her crack, feeling her soft rear. Hers roamed his chest, caressing his firm muscle, then down to grip his cock—stroking lazily underwater, smearing pre-cum over the head.
"Your rod's still rigid... pathetic how it throbs for more..," she whispered against his mouth, even though she was blushing intensely.
He chuckled, retaliating by pinching her nipple hard—twist—drawing "Ah!" from her.
"And you my dear are dripping..., pressing against me like you can't get enough."
Smack!
"Ahh!"
Another spank—rippled the surface, her ass stinging pleasurably. Splashing the water around. As she glared at him, biting his lower lips to show her feeling.
They lingered for what felt like hours, though time blurred—more teasing rounds ensued.
...
After sometimes, Akira carried Yukinoshita Yukino back to the bedroom in a princess carry.
The blush on her cheeks had yet to fade—she has got carried away, she should not have listen to her sister advice.
He tucked her under the quilt and got into bed beside her.
Yukino leaned into his arms, and Akira gently stroked her warm long hair.
"How much did Haruno teach you?" he asked, he was really curious about what Haruno tell her for her to take initiative like that and let him enjoy.
"I wouldn't tell you," she replied coldly, with a 'Hmph'
"Forget it. She's doing this for my own good.", He smile, as he remember their time together. It was really exciting to see Yukino take initiative and ask him.
"....My sister said you want inherited the Yukinoshita family's estate. Is that true?"
"Well, your sister wanted to give me those properties. I thought about it a lot and decided it was acceptable."
"My Sister…want to tie you up at the Yukinoshita house." She said as she clenched his shirt.
Akira looked down at Yukino in his arms.
"Yes"
"...I don't want to restrain you." Yukino lifted her head and met his gaze.
"I know, but your sister is also right about this, you know that too.." Akira said softly.
"Yes, but I...," Yukino murmured gently.
"Don't overthink it. I like you. If this wasn't true — I would have never accepted it— That's all there is to it." Akira interrupted her.
"I… I see."
Yukinoshita Yukino chose to believe his words and set aside any doubt.
As she let herself rest in his comfortable embraced. Today was a special day, she was really happy.
Akira hugged her tightly, and lightly kissed her forehead.
As they both feel asleep.
It was a peaceful night.
...
The next day, sunlight poured into the room.
Akira woke up, only to find Yukinoshita Yukino missing from beside him.
He knew she was making breakfast for them.
'But it still would be nice to see her sleeping face', He thought, as he changed, washed up, and went to the kitchen.
....
Inside the Kitchen,
"Breakfast will be ready soon. Just wait a moment," Yukino said as she turned to look at him before focusing pn the dish in hand.
Akira came behind her and hugged her gently.
"Good morning, Yukino."
"Good morning, Akira." Yukino's voice was soft and tender.
"To be able to eat the breakfast you made this early in the morning, and to hug you like this… today feels wonderful." Akira said, as he hugged her tightly.
"Then why don't you just move here?" Yukino asked playfully.
"…"
"Bad guy." Yukino said as she shot him a glace.
"Okay, I admit it. Although my little Yukino is already very cute and beautiful…it is..."
"Don't make excuses for your failures." She interrupted him.
"Yes, Second Miss Yukinoshita."
"Take your hands away."
Yukino said as she glared at him, his hand was on her rear as if it belong to him.
.....
After breakfast,
Akira went to school.
As soon as he went upstairs, he saw Hiratsuka-sensei Shizuka, accompanied by a pink-haired girl.
The girl followed Hiratsuka-sensei, looking around curiously.
When her eyes met Akira's, she froze slightly, while Akira's eyes widen before he quickly fixed it.
Akira paused before he walked toward her—
The pink-haired girl averted her gaze and lowered her head.
Then, in the next moment,
Akira approached her, his face calm, his eyes softened as he gaze at her.
Nishimiya Shouko froze, as she felt the stranger's gaze.
{T/N: NOTE, She is wearing a hearing aid, and yes, she can hear to some extent with a hearing aid, but her hearing is severely limited. Without hearing aids, she can't hear anything, and with them, she can hear tones and pitches but cannot distinguish individual words, very clearly, perceiving them as garbled sounds. Her condition is severe enough that she relies primarily on sign language and writing to communicate....so yes she can hear things to some extended with the hearing aid, some}
Being stared at by someone she had just met left her momentarily speechless.
A nervous expression appear across her face, and she gestured in sign language:
(Nice to meet you. Please take care of me.)
{T/N: just for everyone to know I am going to used () for sign language}
Then she realized he might not understand sign language and didn't know what she meant, as she nervously look at Hiratsuka-sensei.
(This is not our first meeting. I am sorry for staring at you)
Akira replied in sign language, his expression now gentle.
Nishimiya Shouko lifted her head in surprised as she looked at him, feeling happy to found someone to talk (in sign) to.
"It seems you understand and learn sign language?" Hiratsuka-sensei observed.
"Sensei, may I take her out for a walk?" Akira asked directly.
"...Are you sure it won't affect her grades?" Hiratsuka-sensei hesitated, as she thought how it might affect the girl.
"Sensei, I'll make sure she comes first next time. Please don't worry."
"She will take the final exam with me. I've already completed the transfer procedures. She can attend classes now or next semester," Hiratsuka-sensei said softly.
"Just for this semester, let her get used to things," Akira said, signing to Nishimiya Shouko.
Nishimiya Shouko was surprised at his proficiency in sign language, even feeling a little inferior to him.
Akira had told her (in sign) he was a professional sign language teacher and invited her to go shopping with him so she can get comfortable.
Nishimiya hesitated slightly, glancing at Hiratsuka-sensei.
"He is my most trusted student. When you're with him, don't worry about spending his money. Buy what you need and come to me in the afternoon,"
Nishimiya shook her head, then nodded.
Hiratsuka-sensei understood she didn't want to spend Akira's money and would return to school in the afternoon.
Akira first took Nishimiya Shouko to the Student Council Office and left his bag there.
Curious, Nishimiya Shouko looked around but didn't touch anything on the tables.
While, Akira opened the refrigerator, took out a drink, and handed it to her.
She signed (thank you) and accepted it without hesitation.
She could see that Akira was a student trusted by Hiratsuka-sensei, just like Uncle Tamura.
The both sat on the sofa.
Akira gazed at the clock.
It was time for class, but he didn't need to attend and could relax here.
"Today is indeed a beautiful day," he whisper to himself with a smile.
As he open his System window..
On the page of the system, the question mark had been replaced with a name—Nishimiya Shouko.
While he was looking at the system, Nishimiya Shouko was looking at him, watched him smile suddenly, without knowing what he was thinking, yet she can felt his happiness radiating.
Akira stood up, before walking towards the desk and bringing a simple map of Sobu High School on a piece of paper and showed it to Nishimiya Shouko.
She took it and signed, (thank you.)
He explained that they could explore the school in the afternoon and walk around the grounds in the morning.
Nishimiya Shouko agreed, as she flashed a smiling at him.
Her smile was so innocent it felt like it is purifying his soul.
As Akira stepped out of the Student Council Office, he extended his hand to her.
Nishimiya Shouko's face turned slightly red, but she still extended her hand to took his.