The sun was high by the time I opened my eyes. It made the room look much more normal, welcoming than under the ring light. It reflected off the walls, off the floor. It made the tiniest specks of dust hanging in the air visible.
She's got to clean this place up.
I turned my head. Aya was already awake. She was sitting up against the headboard, phone in her hands.
She looks pale. When did she go to sleep?
When I fell asleep she was still in the chat, feeding the "whales" teasers and jokes.
She saw I woke up. "We have twelve," she said. Voice hoarse. Tired.
"Twelve what?" I sat up, rubbing my eyes. My head throbbed a little.
If only I could blame it on the sake.
"Twelve entries for the Private Room. I set the fee at 100,000 yen per person. And that's before the stream even starts. The tips for commands will double that. Easily."
I did the math in my head. It was hard to do this early in the morning.
Let's just say we'll make 2 million yen total. In one night.
That sounded crazy. More than we'd make in a year of mind-numbing odd jobs. In storage rooms and at check-outs.
"We're moving to Tokyo, Kaito!" Aya exclaimed. She tossed her phone onto the mattress. She stood up, stretching her slim arms above her head. I could see her ribs expand under her tank top.
She's got such sexy legs.
"Why Tokyo?" I asked. I was still looking at her legs. "We could just get a better place here. Something with a view of the park. A decent house."
Aya plopped on her knees next to me. Made me bounce on the mattress.
"Because I hate this town!" she said. With surprising passion. Eyes hard and determined. "I hate the sight of it, the smell of it, the people in it—literally, everything about it. I'm done with this dump. We're getting a place in a high-rise in the capital. Glass walls. Keycards. No neighbors we know."
Crazy talk.
Dreams and ambitions.
Which was why we had started dating. Which is why I liked her. Because she didn't want to settle. She wanted to fight on.
She was up for a fight. And she had pushed me to fight. Otherwise, I would've probably given up by now.
A sexy kind of feisty.
I reached for her leg.
"You didn't have enough?" she chuckled.
I shook my head. "Come here."
Aya chuckled again. "No. No time right now. I need to get things for tonight's stream."
She gave me a smooch and teased my nipple with her index finger. "But if all goes to plan, I'll fuck your brains out tonight."
My cock moved.
Aya knew what to do to excite it.
She got off the bed and looked at the sunny window. She sighed. "I really hope she doesn't screw up this stream. I'll kill her if she does."
I snorted and stretched. "I know you're joking, but—"
"Oh no." Aya cut me off. She looked at me with a terrifyingly blank expression. "I'm 100% serious, Kaito. We'd be sitting on around five million after the Private Room. I don't joke about five million yen."
I felt a chill.
A sexy kind of feisty? Or a scary kind of feisty?
This wasn't the girl I'd started dating. Or maybe any girl I'd date would turn into someone like this at the price tag of five million yen.
"So I'll go get things for the set," Aya said, grabbing her clothes. "And you make sure she's into it, got it?"
Why are you ordering me what to do again, young lady?
"What do you mean: into it?"
Aya stepped closer. "It means ready. Hungry for it." She poked a finger into my chest. "You are going to have another practice with her. Drive her crazy, make her wet, make her want it—but if you go inside, the stream is ruined. Do you understand? The 'First Time' is what they are paying for tonight. If you break the seal now, you're flushing everything down the toilet."
"I get it," I said, holding up my hands. "No penetration."
"Good."
Aya vanished out the door. After a couple of minutes, I heard the front door close.
She won't be gone for long. I'd better get up.
I forced myself to roll out of bed. I really didn't want to. I felt lazy. Too lazy to move.
But then I thought of Hina's mouth, and legs, and pussy… Another practice sounded pretty good to me.
I made a cup of tea and sat in the kitchen for a few minutes.
Sipping it.
I guess I thought it'd be best if Hina came out, and I'd give her breakfast and then give her a lesson.
She's a perfect student… Shit, I can't stop thinking about her swallowing!
There was no time to waste any more.
I knocked on Hina's door.
"Yes?"
At least, this time she replied. That was enough of an invitation.
I opened the door.
Hina was sitting on the edge of her bed. She was wearing a different top—a soft pink cami—a pair of shorts and white socks with lace trim.
It all just screamed INNOCENCE.
I felt I was getting hard.
Hina wasn't on her phone. She was just sitting there, staring or waiting.
What exactly was she waiting for?
"Aya is busy getting ready," I said, closing the door behind me.
Hina's shoulders shrugged. A small twitch.
"I heard," she replied quietly.
I came over and sat down next to her. I could feel my knee touching hers. Silky soft skin.
I watched her look at her hands.
"Did you enjoy it last night?" I asked. Keeping it calm. Indifferent. "You know. The rubbing. The sliding."
Her eyelashes twitched. She swallowed hard.
It couldn't have been sexier. The way her throat moved up and down.
"Yes," she whispered.