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Mitsuru isn’t exactly a social type; of course, she can temporarily turn into it if there’s the need for it, and win the hearts of everyone she interacts with thanks to her charms, but it’s still tiring for her. Usually, it doesn’t take her long before she starts to wish she could be able to escape and retire to her mansion, where she could’ve been able to enjoy some time alone.
Unfortunately, being social is a requirement for someone of her station: she needs to attend parties, events for people of high-society, she needs to talk to potential investors and keep the old ones. She cannot decide to become a hermit and never show up to these events, no matter how tempting that sounds.
She’s found a solution to this – childish, she’s aware of that – dilemma, which is to bring a plus on.
A plus one always improves the way others see you, as shallow as it sounds, and like this, she can bring her friends to events they could only dream to attend to, which makes them much more bearable for Mitsuru.
Usually, she brings Akihiko with her; he’s more suited to the role of “arm-candy”, as he jokingly calls himself, and he’s the one less likely to start a fight if some other guest says something stupid or untoward towards her. He’s the best-behaved out of all her friends.
There’s only one problem: sometimes, nobody’s available to come with her, or better, there’s only one person who could, one who hates these things even more than Mitsuru.
“Absolutely not,” Shinjiro says, unsurprisingly, when she turns to him for help. She doesn’t blame him for his reticence, of course, but she’s gotten so used to having a companion for these events, that she doesn’t want to be alone.
“Please, for me?”
She’s not one for begging, but she’ll make an exception this time, no matter how petulant this makes her look.
Shinjiro, however, doesn’t budge. “Can’t Aki come with you? Don’t you love parading him around?”
“He has the night shift, this time, and you know it,” Mitsuru points out immediately. She doesn’t believe Shinjiro already didn’t know it: he always keeps track of who has work when. He’s just trying to deflect.
He’s also trying to ignore her, given the way he doesn’t respond, pretending he’s too busy cooking rice to pay attention to her, but she knows all his tricks by now, so she remains there, firm on her feet, waiting for him to give up, which he does relatively soon, all things considered.
It’s with a sigh that he announces his surrender:
“Okay, fine. Just this once.”
She tries to not smile too openly – he’d tell her to stop immediately – but she does lean closer to press a kiss to his cheek, before being pushed away.
“Yeah, yeah, okay, you’re welcome. Now let me cook in peace!”
He may try to act tough, but it’s obvious to Mitsuru that he’s gotten flustered. Still, not wanting to make things worse, she makes her retreat, though she can’t hold back a chuckle as she does so.
The only downside to this is that they have to go shopping in order to get something that Shinjiro can wear to the event – he doesn’t own anything fancy enough – which is quite the arduous task, considering his much-expressed hatred for shopping. He would love nothing more than to escape his fate, but Mitsuru is relentless: he will get something nice and that’s final. She will accept no less.
This is what he gets for trying to be helpful – he should’ve kept telling her no.
They settle for a tux, which is as generic as it can be, but it’s the only thing Shinjiro will accept wearing, even though he still complains that it’s too tight – it’s not, he’s just whiny.
“Aren’t you getting anything?” he asks, as he and Mitsuru walk to the cashier – she’s paying for it, of course.
At those words, she lets out a small chuckle.
“I already have mine,” she replies. She could add more, but she keeps her answer purposefully vague; eventually, he’ll see what she has in store for him. There’s no need to spoil the surprise.
“Hm, fine,” he mutters. Despite his words, he’s obviously intrigued.
At least now he has an incentive to come to the event.
To tell the truth, the dress isn’t even that elaborated, at least for Mitsuru’s standards, but she knows Shinjiro’s going to like it anyway – actually, he’ll like it more than anything more peculiar.
Black as night, with no sleeves and a deep window on her cleavage. It isn’t entirely comfortable for her – she has to keep her arms as close to her chest as she can out of fear that it’s going to slip away and reveal more than she’d like to – but she knows that she has to make sacrifices so that everything can keep running as smoothly as it’s always been, and this is one of them.
Still, seeing herself in the mirror while the hairdresser works on her hair, tying them up to show off the expanse of exposed skin on the back of the dress as well, she can’t help but to sigh. She looks stunning, and she knows it, but… this isn’t her.
Oh well, there’s no use ruining her mood in such a way now; she has to prepare herself for what’s to come, and she won’t be able to do it if she keeps being moody: nothing must transpire from her expression; she has to be a wall, or else those vultures will not hesitate to attack her.
She has to remain strong.
At least, the face Shinjiro makes when he sees her in her gown makes everything better. It’s good to see that he at least appreciates her looks.
“You look… Huh…”
He seems to have lost his ability to speak, and soon he looks away, though as much as he may try to hide it, Mitsuru is still able to notice a subtle blush creeping up his neck – he’s tied his hair back for the occasion.
“You don’t like it?” she can’t help but to tease him.
“If you wanted to fish for compliments, you should’ve gone to Aki,” he replies, clearly not amused, and yet, he can’t stop glancing her way, only to immediately move his gaze away. He likes it.
She’s merciful enough to let the subject drop, however.
She moves closer to take his arm. “Shall we, then?”
A sigh.
“If we must.”
The venue is an exclusive one; Mitsuru has never been there, and yet she finds no difference from all the other places she’s been at: once you’ve seen one of these, you’ve seen them all.
It is very refined; there is even a small orchestra playing classical music in a corner. It’s nothing like the kind of places Shinjiro’s used to.
“Ain’t this fancy…” he comments, sarcastic.
Mitsuru doesn’t say anything, but she has to agree with the sentiment.
It’s been barely an hour, and she already wants to leave. She’s had enough of socializing with sleazy scumbags, to use Shinjiro’s words.
Speaking of him, he’s really not helping the situation at all: she’s acutely aware of the glances he keeps sending her way – fiery, feisty – and when his hand slides from her back – caressing her with a surprising softness – to her hip, squeezing slightly, what he wants is made more than clear.
To tell the truth… Mitsuru wants the same.
It would be extremely risky, she’s aware of that, and extremely inappropriate, she’s painfully aware of that, but that isn’t enough to quell her desire; if anything, it fuels it further.
When Shinjiro leans in, whispering in her ear if they want to go someplace more private, she finds herself enthusiastically nodding, before taking him by the hand and, as fast but also as subtly as possible, leading him to the only place private enough for them to be able to do this undisturbed.
“The broom closet? Really?” Shinjiro can’t help saying. He may not be a fan of the place of choice, but despite that he doesn’t oppose any resistance when Mitsuru shoves him inside.
The exclusiveness of the venue clearly doesn’t extend to this room as well: it’s tight and dusty, with barely any space to move between all the cleaning products, but at least here nobody will disturb them.
The bathroom was a viable option as well, but that would’ve been too uncouth – and riskier.
Mitsuru has barely time to close the door behind her, before Shinjiro pushes her against it, kissing her with a bruising strength that takes her by surprise, but she doesn’t mind it. It all happens so fast that she can barely keep up with it, but once she manages to get a grip on herself she starts kissing him back, holding onto his shoulder to keep him as close as she can – not that he looks like he wants to pull away any time soon, however.
It isn’t exactly the most comfortable arrangement, but that doesn’t mean that she doesn’t crave more; Shinjiro must be of the same opinion, because he wastes no time shoving his hands under her dress, right where the skirt parts to expose her naked legs, caressing them with a motion that makes her shiver.
She lets out a wavering breath, before going back to kissing him, tongues intertwining and teasing each other, but unfortunately it all lasts too little, because soon Shinjiro pulls away again, lips smeared with lipstick, and starts kissing her neck and exposed shoulders, occasionally even going as far as to bite her, making her twitch and shiver each time.
She’s aware of the fact that it’ll take her long, and a lot of effort too, in order to make herself presentable again, before getting out of there – the fact that Shinjiro’s smearing her own lipstick all over her doesn’t help – but she finds herself not caring: the more he goes on, the more she wants him to continue.
When he drops on his knees, looking at her like he’s going to take a bite out of her at any moment, all Mitsuru can do is to further spread her legs, raising her dress to give him better access to…
A half-moan, half-scream escapes her lips, as Shinjiro begins to mouth her through her panties in a very inappropriate way for a place of this station. She hopes nobody will pass through there, even just to go to somewhere else, because she can’t keep her voice down, especially after Shinjiro lowers her undergarments and takes her directly in his mouth, licking and sucking her cock like he’s been starving for it for ages. She feels like a spring, all coiled tight and ready to burst at any moment, but he makes things even worse when, after rummaging for a moment in his coat’s pocket, he raises one of Mitsuru’s legs, resting it on his shoulder, and then starts to tease her hole with a suddenly lubed-up finger, when did he…
“Shinjiro!” she can’t help but to exclaim, surprised – though in hindsight, she shouldn’t have been. “You didn’t really bring lube with you…”
He seems reluctant to pull away from her cock, but he does it anyway just so that he can retort.
“And what do you think this is?” he asks, then, before starting to push the finger inside, making Mitsuru hiss and shake at the feeling. It’s not surprising for him to want to defile a place such as this; it’s the kind of thing he’d do out of spite. What’s truly surprising is how willingly Mitsuru’s going along with it; by being forced to attend these kinds of events without being able to opt out, she’s come to quite resent them, so the idea of doing something this transgressive fills her with childish glee.
She should probably be more mature about this, but for once, she doesn’t care – she believes that, after all this time, she’s earned the right to act immature, if the situation calls for it.
Shinjiro sure is relentless, not giving her any quarter: as soon as she’s gotten used to the intrusion, he begins moving his finger in and out, in and out, adding soon a second one, turning this into a proper attack against Mitsuru’s senses. She throws her head back, accidentally bumping against the door, though she’s so lost in the moment that she barely notices it.
It feels so good, so much that she can’t help but to chase her pleasure, fucking into Shinjiro’s mouth – he loves it when she loses her composure like that. He almost gags, but he manages to pull himself together before that can happen.
Still, as good as this is, it’s still not enough: they both want more, much more.
Shinjiro pulls away – Mitsuru has to resist the temptation to wipe the mixture of spit and precum dribbling from the corner of his mouth to his chin – and when he does that, she immediately understands what to do: she turns around, giving her back to him, adjusting her dress so that she can give him better access to her behind.
“Go on, I know you want to,” she eggs him on, not that there’s really any need for that. It’s obvious from the bulge in his pants that Shinjiro really, really wants it.
Of course, he doesn’t let her repeat herself twice. He gets up – groaning as he does it – before grabbing Mitsuru by the hips to keep her still as he begins to grind his still clothed erection against her ass; it’s an immediate relief, but still not enough – he’s so hard he might pass out because all of his blood is flowing towards his dick. He wastes no more time freeing it from its constraints; it immediately springs up, fully erect, and Mitsuru wets her lips with her tongue – she wants it so bad…
“Hurry,” she orders. At this point, she doesn’t care anymore if someone hears; let them, as long as she gets what she wants.
It’s cute that she thinks she’s in charge, but Shinjiro has other things in mind, so he doesn’t bother correcting her. If he were more of an asshole, he’d make her wait for it, but unfortunately they’re not in a place where they can take their time; the sooner they’re done with this, the better.
“Yes, Your Highness,” he deadpans, lining up his cock against Mitsuru’s ass, before starting to slowly push in.
It feels amazing, for both of them.
Shinjiro presses Mitsuru further against the door, and keeps doing it every time he thrusts inside of her. She could stop him if she so wished, but the truth is that she doesn’t want to.
Luckily for them, given their surroundings, they’re both already very close to reaching the apex. Shinjiro only needs another couple of deep thrusts before coming, still inside Mitsuru, who follows him suit, biting her lower lip in a mostly-successful attempt to muffle her noises – being heard moaning and whining by a stranger isn’t in her plans.
After a moment to catch their breaths, Shinjiro pulls out. If he wasn’t still holding Mitsuru, she would’ve fallen to the ground.
“Well…” she tries to speak, but that’s all that comes out of her mouth. It makes Shinjiro burst into genuine laughter – for once, he isn’t mocking anyone. He leans in again, peppering the back of her neck with kisses – having such an easy access to it is a rare occasion, he’d be an idiot not to take advantage of it.
It’s lovely and all, but Mitsuru is aware of the fact that, sooner or later, they have to return to civilization; actually, they should do that now.
“That’s enough,” she says, though there’s a smile on her face. If it were for her, she wouldn’t tell him to stop, but alas, they have to go. “We should go back… after we clean up.”
Shinjiro looks fine, more or less; if he manages to get his face cleaned, he could dissimulate well enough, but as for her… well, it’s easier to say that it’s a complete disaster. It’s with horror that she realizes that she might’ve gotten some cum on their surroundings, but “fortunately”, her dress caught it all, meaning that now she has visible white stains all over her; not to mention her smeared make-up.
She knew that things were going to end up this way, and now she’s starting to regret her choices: how is she supposed to go back to the event when she looks like this? Even if she managed to clean herself up, which is already unlikely since she lacks any instrument for that, it would still be evident that something must’ve happened between the two of them.
While she thinks of a way to remedy to this, Shinjiro makes a suggestion that catches her attention:
“We could always not go back.”
Mitsuru turns towards him, raising an eyebrow.
“Not going back, huh?” she mutters, pensively. Now that’s an intriguing thought…
“We could make a run for it. Get back to your limousine and leave,” Shinjiro explains. He’s not showing it, but he’s relieved she’s considering the idea, instead of shutting it down the moment those words left his mouth – she must be really done with this shit if she’s behaving like this.
She smooths the folds of her dress, and readjusts her hair as best as she can, before grabbing his hand and dragging him forward for a kiss. When she pulls away, there’s a small, mischievous smile on her lips.
“ Fine. Have it your way.”