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She had picked this swimsuit just for him. The yellow and blue striped bottom, the white shirt "for modesty" that would become dangerously see-through with just a bit of water, it was all for him. They had been dating in secret for only a few weeks now - but she just knew he'd be all over her once he caught a glimpse. This school trip was just a lot of work for her, but she finally had some time to herself. And she just had to spend it with him.
Sadayo Kawakami stared at herself through the dirty hotel mirror. She cupped her breasts, making sure they fit as snug in her bikini as possible. Outside of for work, this is the most effort she put into her appearance for another guy in well, forever. Not since her days in early high-school back when she still felt like she had to pad her bra. As if she ever needed help with that nowadays. She bent over and rested a hand on her ass, checking herself out. She smiled. "Still got it."
I should text him - the thought intruded.
She snapped out of her trance of confidence and ran over to her bed, picking her phone up and opening messages. She had Ren's contact favorited, of course. She sent three quick messages. Enough to give him the hint, but not be too obvious.
"I'm finally done with my work for school..."
"I'm exhausted... I could really use some de-stressing right now."
"Do you want to meet at the beach? So no one sees us..."
That should do it - she thought to herself. She took one last glimpse at the mirror and bit her lip, before laying down on the bed in a sprawl. She clutched her phone to her chest, and waited.
And waited.
And waited.
And waited...
Ugh
Seriously, what's going on? She sat back up and checked. The message was unread. Her eyes shifted to the upper right cornered clock. Her eternity had only been ten minutes. A small sigh escaped her breath. Being too anxious isn't gonna help. Maybe I should secure a spot for us at the beach first - She nodded to herself. Grabbing her phone, she stood in front of the mirror one last time, making sure her hair was as perfect as it could be. Messy but sexy, just the way Ren liked it. Taking a deep breath, she left the hotel room.
On her way out, she spotted her least favorite trouble maker, Ryuji Sakamoto, fighting a vending machine.
"Sakamoto, what are you doing?" She stopped, putting her hands on her hips
"Nothing!" He spun around and flashed her a smile, blocking the vending machine with his body. A near silent "Woah..." escaped his lips when he noticed what she was wearing. She rolled her eyes in response.
"Just don't get into trouble or I swear I'll - Nevermind" She sighed. Don't need to let his shenanigans get in the way of my day. "Be careful" She shot him a warning before walking off. She could feel his eyes on her all the way down the hallway until she turned the corner.
Alright, back to business - Her mind imagined every way her date could go. Varying degrees of perfect. She tried not to focus on the fact her phone hadn't buzzed yet. Fantasies continued to play out as she made her way to the beach, not a single thought could be spared for anything or anyone else. Her brain continued to run wild until she felt her sandals softly crunch into sand. Her daydreaming ceased as she realized she had finally made it to her destination. Her heart began to race, and her whole body felt warm and fuzzy. One step closer to the start of the romantic evening she had been craving the whole trip...
Having scouted the beach earlier, she had a few spots in mind for them to meet. The first idea on her mind was a slightly secluded bench near some trees. It would be the perfect spot for them as long as nobody else had claimed it for themselves. As she approached the bench, a frown formed upon her face. A young man and girl were already sitting there. But as she got a bit closer, her heart sped up. She quickly ducked behind a palm tree.
"Was that..?" She whispered.
No, it couldn't be. Her head felt like it was gonna burst with all the thoughts running through it. No longer filled with fantasies, but varied nightmares. She dropped her phone in the sand. Damnit. Reaching down to pick it up she noticed she still had their chat open. Her messages were marked as read, but there was no sign that he was typing. Oh god.
She gathered what was left of herself and slowly peered out from behind the palm tree. It was clear now. Ren was already there.
Sitting with another girl!
Kawakami gripped the phone so hard she thought she might break it. She couldn't quite tell who the girl was, but she was young. Certainly another student. Her eyes were fixed on him, like she needed him. Her hand sat on Ren's thigh, like she owned him. Kawakami tried to play out the scenario of her walking up to them and confronting him: but for all intents and purposes, she was powerless. As good as it would feel in the moment to yell her heart out every possibility would be met with the same conclusion - her career ended and her life as good as over.
I can't fucking believe this - Was the calmest thing her brain came up with.
She always knew this was a possibility. She worried about it frequently. It was no surprise a handsome young man like him would want to experiment. Want to spend his time with younger, prettier, more available girls.... She couldn't fully blame him... but seeing it with her own two eyes was something else.
I poured my heart out for him. I fell for a goddamn teenager. My own student! I knew this would happen.... I deserve this... So why does it hurt so much?
Smiling-at-herself-in-the-mirror-Kawakami was gone. Fantasizing-about-a-secret-romantic-date at the beach Kawakami was gone. If her heart wasn't thumping at supersonic speeds she would of thought herself dead. She sneakily took a photo of the two from afar. She'd just have to show it to him when they see each other again. She began her walk back to the hotel in defeat. I guess that's that.
As Kawakami continued on, she couldn't help but make note of every group of students having fun or couple spending time together. They were all so damn happy, like they were mocking her.
Tonight is gonna be a watch shitty TV and eat shitty food kind of night - She decided as she finally stepped foot back into the hotel. It wasn't long before she found herself back in her hallway. Nearly to my room, where it'll be safe to cry. She passed the vending machine again.
"Hey Ms. Kawakami, back so soon?" An unfortunately familiar voice startled her. Ryuji was still there, leaning against the wall beside the machine. This time with an opened soda in one hand and two empty cans on the floor beside him. She stopped dead in her tracks and turned to him, finally noticing that he was wearing his swimsuit as well. He was in pretty solid shape for a young kid like him. And with drinking habits like that.
It was in that moment, Sadayo Kawakami finding herself eyeing the troublemaker up and down, that a devilish thought formed in her brain. She was still weighed down by all that stress, especially from earlier, after all. If Ren gets to go have his fun, why can't I? If I don't get my romantic evening, I still deserve to get my brains fucked out instead. Kawakami never found herself an impulsive person, and if she gave this sick idea more than a half second of thought she'd surely be able to stop herself. But now was not the time for that.
"Come with me, Sakamoto" She said sternly, and yanked his arm as she pulled him towards her room.
"Hey what the eff?" He cried out, nearly spilling his drink as she dragged him away. He didn't have time to protest any further as she pushed him into her room, shutting and locking the door behind her. "What's going on? I didn't do-" His sentence evaporated and his jaw dropped as he watched her pull her shirt over her head and reveal her matching yellow and blue bikini top - barely covering her bust. Still saying nothing, she reached behind her back and unclasped it, letting it drop to the floor beside her. Her large, bare tits flashed Ryuji, dropping from their constraints freely with a jiggle.
"M-Miss Kawa-Kawakami wh-what are you doing!?" He stammered as he struggled against his curiosity. Shielding himself with his hands, drink still gripped, and trying his best to look away.
"Drop the scaredy cat act Sakamoto. You're going to fuck me, whether you like it or not" Her mouth smiled, but her eyes were furious.
He's mine.