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Prompt: Sadayo's Hero (Persona)
🕑 Added 2019-11-06 20:58:17 +0000 UTCSummary: Sadayo's happy life with Akira is shattered as her past sins catch up with her. She hits her lowest point, broken and thinking that Akira will leave her. Thankfully her hero saves not only her life, but helps restore her spirit. The two have a romantic and kinky night together. Includes: Some very light tickling, bondage, and romantic smut.
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Sadayo loved her life with Akira Kurusu. He was the man of her dreams, a term she used quite literally nowadays. He became the perfect lover to her, kind and caring, brave and intelligent, a hero to her.
Every day he would sweep her off her feet and they would enjoy the day with one another. He would take her out on dates that left happier and giddier than she remembered in a long time. Akira was perfect to her, taking her out to fancy restaurants and even amusement parks.
Men older than him failed to treat her half as well as he did.
Just today, the two had experienced a wonderful day of relaxation and fun. He had even taken her out on the town, going all over Tokyo to enjoy the wonders the metropolis had to offer. She loved every second of it, even showing him some sights he had never seen before.
It was funny. His love of the city reminded her of the fact that he was from out of town. He looked at Tokyo with such welcoming, eager eyes, drinking in the the sights like he was there for the first time.
Sadayo had given up on this city, honestly. Before she met Akira, all she saw was a careless city full of horrible, lazy people. No one cared about anyone, least of all the poor children lost to abusive parents or a corrupt, cruel system.
Before Akira, Sadyo resented this city, and everyone in it. She hated the tall buildings and the traffic and just… everything.
But Akira… He always talked about how amazing this city was compared to his quiet home. The town he grew up was a dull place, where everyone knew everyone, and everyone seemed to dislike one another for personal reasons. They only pretended to place nice with one another, but at the drop of a hat, everyone would be at each other’s throat.
Sadayo had to admit. As bad as it was here, it might be better with everyone hating each other for shallow reasons than actually knowing each other’s deep, dark secrets.
Akira had confided in her about his past, telling her how much he hated his small town, how if he could, he would live here in Tokyo, working as many jobs as it took to take care of himself and her.
Sadayo remembered blushing at that statement, before he mentioned he was already working several jobs. She hated hearing that, and she was ashamed to admit that she had blown up on him at first.
It was just too familiar. Just like the Takase family, just like Taiki. Sadayo was terrified of Akira overworking himself and ending up in an early…. She couldn’t even imagine it. She couldn’t lost him. The thought alone made her tear up, but she fought away the tears whenever her mind went there.
She tried focusing on the positives and not how similar Akira and Taiki were, even if their similarities were many. She tried her best to ignore the obvious, choosing to focus on the happiness he gave her.
Even if it was temporary.
Sadayo hated herself. She hated how she was just… like this. Why did she have to ruin everything good for herself? Why couldn’t she just let well enough alone? She always feared that that the happiness she had with Akira would one day be gone, but she truly loved it. It was selfish and childish to dream, but Akira made her want to dream…
He, with his kindness and love and… well, it wasn’t his best feature, but his loving, strong hands and wonderful skills in bed did come to mind… Every piece of him made her want their time together to last forever.
Sadly, she had to wake up eventually.
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Akira and Sadayo had just finished another date together. He had taken her out for a picnic, actually, at one of the many gorgeous and beautiful parks of Tokyo. They sat together, eating he had made, and Sadayo had to resist the urge to fall into his arms and ask him to take her.
It was so cheesy, but she loved it so much as the two sat under the stars and just talked with one another. They talked about all sorts of things. Akira’s dorky interests, her favorite books, to his love of spicy food. They talked and talked, until Sadayo felt tired and had to rest her head.
Her cheeks were a bright red as she laid on Akira’s legs, nestling against his warm body as his fingers gently stroked her head. She let out a content sigh as she caught up on some much needed rest.
Akira had asked how she had been earlier, but the truth was that she had lied to him. She was far worse than she allowed him to see, far more tired and run ragged than she would ever admit, but she just couldn’t tell him. He might make her rest at home, and then she wouldn’t be able to see him…
So she told him she was fine, and she was! She just needed to catch up on some sleep. She laid on his legs, letting the minutes tick by until he woke her up and told her that they should probably start packing things up and heading home.
She agreed, rubbing sleep from her eyes as she helped him put their plates and bowls away. Once everything was stored, they got up and start walking, but Sadayo’s legs quickly gave out. She fell into Akira’s arms as she found it hard to breathe.
“What’s wrong?” he asked her, but she avoided his stare as she forced a smile onto her face.
“N-nothing. I’m okay. Just sleepy still, I guess.” He looked at her with concerned eyes, but she brushed his concerns aside with a smile.
“I’m fine. Really. Just help me find a cab and I’ll get out of your hair.” He looked at her with that same sense of worry, but she brushed off his concerns yet again as he obeyed her requests.
Sadayo Kawakami was admitted into a hospital the next day. She fainted after a shift with another customer, an old, vain woman who yelled at Sadayo constantly about every little thing. She screamed and ordered Becky around, showing no mercy to the exhausted woman, and soon, Becky fainted on the job, hitting the ground hard, her face colliding against the woman;’s tile floor.
Sadayo woke up on a hospital bed, staring into the face of her boyfriend. He was staring at his phone, trying to keep his mind off of her, but as soon as her eyes began to open, he was over her, eyes wide as his lips fought between a smile and a frown.
“Sadayo! You’re awake. Thank goodness!” He beamed, only to frown as he rubbed his forehead. “I was so worried when I heard what happened. I came as soon as I heard, and I’ve been coming over every day.”
She blinked, and the first thing she muttered was a small joke. “Did you skip school?”
Akira blinked, like she did, before chuckling. “Let’s focus on you here.” His expression became more serious as he crossed his arms. “I knew you weren’t feeling well. I should have put my foot down and made you get some rest…”
“N-no. I’m sorry. I-it’s my fault,” Sadayo sighed, looking away. “I just wanted so badly to be with you, but I just… I’m sorry.”
His hand found hers, and he gave it a gentle squeeze as she returned the gesture. He smiled into her eyes, and just seeing those two pools of silver was enough to ease her mind. It relaxed her, spreading warmth and peace throughout her.
“Oh, I got you some stuff too. Some books to read, and my friend’s portable game console. Uhh… Sorry, you probably don’t play a lot of games, but you can watch movies on it or listen to music. If you wanted.” Akira smiled at her with scarlet cheeks as Sadayo giggled.
He was so cute. What a dork.
He continued to talk, and just like always, his kind and sweet nature began to erode her fears. All of her worries and her anxiety melted away, calming her as the two talked about this and that. For a moment, Sadayo actually thought things might be okay.
Those hopes were quickly dashed as someone, or rather two someones, walked in. Akira and Sadayo looked up, expecting a doctor or nurse, or perhaps even a mutual friend of theirs, but instead only one of them recognized them. A man and a woman, both older than either of them.
At first Akira assumed they were some old friends of Sadayo’s, but when he saw her expression, saw the dread and fear dawning on her beautiful features, he realized that these two were no friends of hers, or his.
“Sadayo Kawakami,” the man growled, spitting out the name. “What the hell are you doing lazing about?!”
“Where is our money?!” the woman growled, glaring at the teacher. “You’re late on your debt!”
“Wait, what?” Akira asked, raising his brow.
Yet he was ignored by the two as they turned their attention to Sadayo, glaring at her with rage in their eyes. Sadayo didn’t put up any defense as she sat on her bed, head down, eyes shut as the two began to drag her name through the mud.
“What are you doing? Don’t you care about what you did?!”
“You should be ashamed of yourself. To think, we thought you were actually a decent person!”
“Is this how you plan on respecting Taiki’s memory?”
“Shameful! Awful! How could you be so cru-!?”
“Enough.” Akira stood up for her, glaring at the two as he stood up from his seat. “I don’t know who you two are or what history you have with Sadayo, but you will not talk to her like that! Not around me. Not ever.”
“And who the hell are you?” the older gentleman asked, glaring at the young man.
“Akira. Her friend. And you?”
“We are Takase’s guardians!” the woman explained, and when Akira only reacted with a confused frown, the woman scowled. “She hasn’t told you? I shouldn’t be surprised considering who we’re talking about.”
“Don’t you ever talk to her like that,” Akira growled, and Sadayo could see his hands tightening into fists.
“You must not know. I can’t imagine anyone would defend her knowing what she did,” the man commented. “You’re defending a murderer, kid.”
Sadayo fought back tears. She felt like breaking down, like dying. She would she had never woken up from exhaustion. She wished she had just collapsed and banged her head and forgot all about her life as the man and woman began to explain her sinful past.
How she, trying to help young Taiki Takase, tutored and helped the young man study. She did her best to be there for him, right until society told her to stop. At the first sign of trouble, Sadayo, in her infinite wisdom and kindness, abandoned the overworked, overstressed, broken boy.
She left him broken and alone and he died because of her.
The story the boy’s guardians told was only slightly exaggerated from the horrible truth.
They talked about Sadayo had manipulated their step son. She exhausted him with unnecessary and unfair tutoring sessions, reminding him how stupid he was and distracting him from his actual responsibilities, like taking care of them. They continued to drag Sadayo’s name through the mud, even accusing her of not actually caring for their child.
She only pretended to care, stringing him along, before abandoning him in the end.
“Our little boy died because of her selfishness and cruelty,” the mother cried, holding back tears as she hid her face.
Akira stayed silent for the entire thing, taking long, slow breaths as he listened to the two. Once they were doing recounting their story, though, he offered them a single word.
“Bullshit.” Sadayo’s eyes widened as the two parents’ eyes widened. “I don’t believe that for a second. I’m sorry for your loss, but it isn’t Sadayo’s fault. She would never do something like that.”
“How dare you? Are you calling us liars?!”
“Yes. I am. I think you’re taking advantage of your step son’s death to hurt and rob Sadayo of money, and honestly? I find that disgusting.” Akira crossed his arms as he glared at the two, eyes moving back and forth between them.
“Look, she’s tired. Why don’t you just leave for the day? She clearly can’t do anything for you, so all you’re doing is causing a scene.”
“How dare you talk to us like that?!” the mother growled, glaring at Akira as her husband reached a hand towards him.
“You little brat! You think you-” Akira’s hand caught his by the wrist, and Akira turned his hand, making the older man cry out in pain as his wrist was twisted.
“I’m being polite for Sadayo and the hospital’s sake. Not yours. I’m giving you this chance to just walk away without being humiliated by a ‘brat’ half your age. If you want to start something, I have no problem throwing both of you out.”
Akira’s voice had a steel to it that Sadayo had never heard before. Even when he was her Master, he had this playfulness to her, this sexy edge to it, but here? He sounded ready to snap the older man’s wrist.
Sadayo’s heart raced, skipping a beat as she stared at her boyfriend. He rose up to protect her without a second though, no hesitation, her brave knight against the two-headed dragon. She hated how much of a romantic hero he was. Hated and loved every second of it.
He stood for her, shield in hand as he forced the monsters to leave, walking out with scowls on their faces. The door slammed behind them as Akira turned to look at her, sitting down by her side, and she realized the reality of her situation.
Knight or not, Sadayo was making Akira risk his life, making him suffer for her own sake. She made his life harder, made him more miserable.
Eventually Akira would realize this and leave her, just like she deserved.
“Are you okay?” he asked her, holding her hand once more as Sadayo took in a shuddering breath. “Sadayo?” He squeezed her hand as she refused to look at him. He sat there in silence with her as her slow breathing became shakier and shakier.
Eventually she began to laugh, giggling as she hiccuped and gasped. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m so, so sorry.”
“What?”
“I’m sorry. I-I did this to you, and-and I actually thought that things would be okay for a while. That I wouldn’t mess us up, but I was stupid!” Tears began to fall from her face, sliding down her cheeks and falling onto her sheets as she fought them back.
Like always, she failed.
“Sadayo, it’s okay. Whatever’s happened-”
“I killed Taiki,” she sobbed. “A-and if you stay with me, Akira, you’ll die too.”
“Sadayo, that’s not true!”
“It is!” she screamed, tearing her hand from his. “I’m broke, Akira. I have nothing! Everything, e-everything I have goes to them, and I have nothing left to give!” She laughed through the tears, feeling so desperate, so at a loss. “I-I degraded myself, dressed up as a maid, turned myself into a joke for their punchline! A-and I thought. I really thought that… that…”
Sadayo held her head, sobbing now as she gasps for air through whimpers and sobs. “And when I found you, I-I tried so hard to be a seductive little whore. I was a-a tart. A slut…. I still c-can be” Sadayo’s quivering fingers rose up to her blouse, and Akira’s wide eyes only grew as he saw her open her blouse for him.
Her large breasts jiggled slightly as Sadayo etched a manic smile onto her face, looking at Akira with red eyes as she cried. “I-I know how much you love my tits. T-they’re nice, r-right?”
“S-Sadayo, please, stop.” It’s funny. He sounded scared. Was she really so ugly…?
“Akira, p-please. Look at me,” she pleaded, taking her tits in her hands. She gave them a squeeze for him, bouncing them for him as she tried to look sexy. She licked her lips, trying to be a good maid. “I’m a failure of a teacher. I’m a disgusting, horrible person. T-there’s nothing to me except my body. Nothing I can offer… So please, please, look at my body.”
“You can do whatever you want with me,” she promised. “Hit me. Smack me. You can treat me like dirt and I’ll thank you.” Akira was shaking as he sat beside her, and that only spurred her on. She had to be good. Had to be better.
She had to be his whore. If that’s what it took to keep him by her side, then so be it. Even if it made her a selfish, naughty whore, then so be it.
“You can abuse me, Akira. You can hurt me. If you told me to quit my job, I would for you. If you wanted to lock me up to be your personal stress relief toy, I’ll do it. H-happily,” she shuddered.
“I’ll do whatever you want, I’ll let you do whatever you want to me. Just please… Please, Master, just… don’t-!”
Sadayo was silenced as Akira pulled her in close. His arms wrapped around her, embracing her as the tears fell down her face. She let them, crying into his shoulders as he squeezed her small, slender body tightly. He kissed her hair and her neck, whispering to her that things would be okay.
She didn’t bother arguing, only crying into his as he held her tight.
Akira hated seeing her like this. He hated seeing the person he loved, more than anyone else, so broken, and worse, so filled with hatred at herself. It broke him inside, and he would have given up nearly anything to bring her out of the pit she carved for herself.
“I love you, Sadayo.” His words fell on deaf ears. “I really, really do love you. I believe in you, and I believe in us. You deserve so much better than them. You deserve to be happy and free, doing what you love… with the person you love by your side.”
He wasn’t sure if she was listening. He wasn’t sure if she would say anything back to him, or if she would just leave him in silence, letting the seconds tick by. He didn’t care, honestly. Akira would have stayed by her side even if she never spoke a word to him ever again.
He would have fought heaven and hell for her, faced any Palace or Shadow for her, just for the chance to see her happy again. Akira held the older woman in his arms, leaving soft kisses on her hair and skin as she her tears finally came to a stop. Even then, he didn’t let go.
She didn’t fight him. She just laid in his arms, slowly drifting to sleep. Yet even in her sleep, her mind was plagued by nightmares. Akira could only hold and caress her body as her voice whimpered in her dreams and in reality.
“Please… Don’t leave me.” Her fingers dug into his clothes, squeezing them as she quivered in his arms. “I don’t… don’t want to be…” He kissed her head as her fingers dug into the fabric of his clothes. “Alone…”
Akira stroked her back, hearing her continue to cry and whisper to him. He considered waking her from her dreams. He hated hearing her beg like this. Begging him not to leave her, something he would never consider doing.
He loved her, and yet she continued to beg him not to hate her. It tore him up inside, but thankfully, she finally fell silent, sleeping a dreamless sleep as he held her body. Akira laid her down onto her bed, and kissed her forehead.
“I love you, Sadayo. Forever and always,” he swore.”
He left the room and hospital soon after. He walked down the streets of Tokyo, ignoring the beautiful lights and large crowds, his mind lost to his own anger and sadness. He formed plans in his mind, plans for Sadayo, but plans for the ones who dared to hurt her.
Akira had always fought against taking lives as a Phantom Thief. He had to admit, the temptation from this heist was greater than any he had previously been on. He sighed to himself, telling himself he would do what he always did… though he’d certainly take a personal pleasure from this job.
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Eventually Sadayo recovered and left the hospital behind her. She was ready to just return to her life, going through the motions serving the school system and somehow earning the money she needed for Toshio and Hiromi Takase.
She had no idea how she’d make that money. There was always the more illicit affairs that her maid business was rumored to have, but even asking the manager for that chance could ruin her life, not to mention what it would do to her and Akira’s relationship.
No. She couldn’t risk what she had with him. She had to find another way. She could ask her boss for an early paycheck, o-or find a third job. Something, anything to keep her Master’s life safe.
Sadayo walked out of the hospital at a slow pace, hanging her head low. She almost walked right into Akira if his voice didn’t call out to her.
“Hi,” he greeted, smiling at her with a bouquet of flowers in his hand. She blinked, gawking at him as he held a finger to his lips. “Shh. You don’t have to say anything. I have a surprise for you, though, and I’d love for you to see it.”
“I… W-what?” she blinked. She was certainly tempted by the offer, but even with rosy cheeks on her face, and her eyes on those beautiful flowers, she tried to fight him. “I’m sorry, Akira. I can’t. I-I have to get back to work and-”
“Please, Sadayo. For me?” he pleaded, and she just couldn’t fight him when he looked at her like that.
She nodded her head, and the two soon left together. He handed her the flowers, letting her hold them as they traveled in silence to the metro.
When she saw just where they were heading, though, her jaw dropped and her feet froze where they stood. She blinked, looking at the hotel he had led her to.
“T-this is…” She didn’t want to say it. She gawked, staring at the hotel as she realized just what this was.
“A love hotel. Business men probably take their sexy Mistresses here to have some privacy.” He glanced at Sadayo with a grin. “Come on. I’ve booked a room for us.”
“W-what?! How?! Y-you’re just a kid-”
His hand caught her chin, turning her towards him and away from the hotel. Her eyes locked on his, blushing as she stared into the eyes of her Master, heart racing as he smirked at her.
“Oh, Sadayo, you know I’m far more than a kid. I’m a man. More importantly, I’m your man. Now stop asking questions-” Her pussy trembled as he commanded her. “And come with me. I’ve got a surprise for you inside our room. Okay?”
“O-okay…”
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How the heck did Sadayo let Akira talk her into this? The boy had a silver tongue or something. She had no idea how else he could have convinced her to not only enter a love hotel together, but convince her to dress up in her maid attire.
“How did you even get this outfit?” she asked, raising her brow.
“Oh, that’s simple,” Akira smiled, as he looked through a large bag that was waiting for them in the room he had ordered. “I broke into your house while you were in the hospital. I’m a very good lockpick.”
“What?!” Sadayo’s outburst was ignored as Akira finally found what he was looking for. Rope, specially made for bondage play. Sadayo’s eyes widened as she sat on the bed. “W-what do you plan on doing with that…?”
“Oh, I think you know what,” he chuckled, smirking at her.
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Sadayo was a slave to her and Akira’s desires. She was bound to the bed’s headpiece, and the maid outfit she had just put on was slowly stripped from her body by Akira’s delicate, loving fingers.
Fuck. She loved how soft his hands were on her body.
He peeled her clothes off of her body with skill and grace. He always was amazing with his hands, but just knowing that he could have ravaged her and tore her outfit to shreds was just… It made Sadayo’s heart race.
Akira was so careful, treating her as a doll, but a treasured and loved one. He stripped her naked, not even leaving her with her underwear as she laid before him, tits out and body restrained.
Her hands were tied behind her back, and her legs were pulled, spread apart to reveal her naked pussy. The only thing she had from her outfit now as the maid wig on her head, giving her two pigtails as Akira walked around her, taking in his work.
Sadayo’s face burned with shame, but she didn’t question her Master. She also didn’t exactly mind being naked before his eyes as he examined her breasts with an approving grin. She shifted a little, letting her tits bounce a bit as he watched her.
He walked around her, circling her like a shark would for his prey, and the waiting made Sadayo shudder, heart pounding against her chest as she waited for him to make his move. He came to a stop, though, and sat on the bed so that the two were face to face. He smiled at her as he held up her phone in his hand.
“Sadayo, there’s something I need to tell you.” Her eyes widened, and for a moment, she truly thought that this was it. He was going to end things with her, but Akira seemed to read her mind. “It’s not about us. It’s about me. Just me… You see, I’m a Phantom Thief.”
“W-what?” Her eyes widened as he chuckled.
“Yeah. I’m one of the Phantom Thieves. The leader, actually. And I-” He paused as the phone rang, and with a swipe of his finger, Akira answered the call. Sadayo didn’t even have the chance to see who was calling her as he held the phone up to her ear.
Toshio’s voice greeted her, but his voice sounded nothing like Sadayo had ever heard from the man. He sounded like he had been crying. Not even the death of his step son elected such a response to him as he cried.
“S-Sadayo. I’m so glad you picked up, I… I just wanted to say how sorry I was. The way I’ve hurt you, the pain I’ve caused you, I-”
“D-dear, please, let me talk to her.” The man handed his phone to his wife, who seemed just as emotional as her husband. “Sadayo, dear, we’re so sorry. We’ve terrible to you. Awful. We’ve hurt you, a-and you didn’t deserve any of it.”
“Taiki’s death wasn’t your fault. It was ours. W-we drove him to exhaustion, and we should have stopped. We should have saved him, but…” They couldn’t talk anymore, overwhelmed by their own emotions as sobs escaped their mouth.
Sadayo’s eyes widened, unsure of what to say, or what should say as the two continued to weep and sob. Eventually one of them, Toshio, was able to speak, composing himself enough to say, “W-we’ll return everything we can to you. All we’ve taken from you. W-we’ve spent so much, but please, let us repay our debt to you. We’re sorry, we’re so, so sorry… W-we know you don’t have to, but we hope you can one day forgive us for our crimes.””
“W-what?” Sadayo blinked, stuck somewhere between awe, disbelief, and joy. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Was she dreaming? Was this a hallucination? She looked at Akira, and his smile said it all.
He did this. He did this all. Somehow, her boyfriend, the… Phantom Thief, had changed her life. Saved it.
“Nothing we can ever do can fix what we’ve done, but please, let us try, Sadayo.” The voices of the two people who had ruined her life rang in her ear, yet all Sadayo could do was stare at her boyfriend.
“Yeah. S-sure… Just… call me later, okay? We’ll talk then.” Sadayo ended the call, but before she could speak, Akira did first.
His hand took her cheeks in his gentle embrace as he smiled. “I never blamed you, Sadayo. I never could blame you. I love you. I never even considered blaming you, Sadayo. None of this is your fault. It’s the school’s. It’s Taiki’s step parents. Their fault. Not yours.”
Sadayo avoided his eyes, staring a hole into the floor as she considered what she had heard. Her boyfriend had saved her life, yet she couldn’t help but think that… that nothing had changed.
She was still a bad person. Still a stain on Akira’s life. Just being a part of his life could taint it, decay it. She bit the inside of her cheek as her own demons plagued her mind, but once again, Akira seemed to read her mind.
“Sadayo… If you truly believe you deserved to be punished, then I guess, as a Phantom Thief, I have no choice but to steal your heart.”
“W-what?” she squeaked, eyes wide as she stared into his silver orbs. Would it hurt? Would it change her? She trembled, but her fears vanished as Akira chuckled, smiling at her with a wink.
“Don’t worry. Trust me, you’ll enjoy every moment of this. I’m just going to make you cum like crazy until you’re begging for forgiveness.”
“O-oh.” Sadayo’s cheeks turned red as she imagined her boyfriend brutally fucking her, making her scream for him.
Akira grinned, and he pecked her lips, before looking her over. “My codename is Joker, but due to our personal relationship, I’ll let you call me Master instead.” Her heart raced as he began his work, putting his plan into the fun phase of it.
Akira moved his head down, kissing a line from Sadayo’s neck as he slowly neared her breasts. He found the supple tits waiting for him jiggling slightly as he wrapped his lips around one and gave it a gentle suck. He moaned at the taste as Sadayo trembled, feeling his lips wrapping around her soft flesh. She was already wet, feeling her nipple slowly harden between his gently lips.
He sucked on her nipple, before he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, letting it smack and lick Sadayo’s breast. Not just her hard nipple, but all over her tit, letting his saliva cover it. Then he wrapped his lips around that nipple again and sucked on it, letting the pleasure course through Sadayo’s body as she tried to press her legs together.
Sadayo melted at his touch, closing her eyes as his hand brushed and stroked her other tit, pinching her nipple and rolling the little nub under his fingers.
Akira was her lover. He had made her cum countless times. He knew exactly how to touch her, knowing every weak spot she had as his fingers pulled on her nipple, lifting up her breast, before making the soft mound shake back and forth.
Akira freed her breast with a pop, before he moved his head over to the other side of her chest, wrapping his lips around the hard, but dry breast. He covered it in licks and kisses, coating it in his love as his hands moved down Sadayo’s body, massaging and stroking her soft flesh.
He came to her ass, slipping between it and the bed, and he squeezed and played with the soft, firm flesh. He loved the feeling of it. He stroked and massaged the skin as his tongue flicked against her nipple.
Sadayo could feel her pussy quivering. She could feel her body tensing, muscles shaking as jolts of ecstasy kept running through her. He freed her breast with a soft kiss, before he began to kiss a line down her body, even pushing his tongue into her belly button to tease her.
He kept moving lower, going down her succulent and sexy figure as she panted. Her eyes were almost shut as his voice called out to her. Despite knowing he was kissing her belly, his voice felt hot against her ears, like he was right there.
“My little maid… God, I love you,” he complimented, grinning as he reached her moist pussy. “Already excited for me, huh?” he teased, before he extended out his tongue flicked it against her clit. She gasped, trembling as he did it again, smacking her clit with his long, wet tongue.
He kissed around her pussy, licking a small circle with his tongue around her wet folds, before he licked her pussy directly. His tongue pushed into her, and Sadayo gasped, almost crying out as his tongue sent waves of pleasure throughout her body.
She could feel his tongue thrusting in and out, and she was ready to cum from that alone when suddenly he stopped. He lifted his head up right when she was on the edge of orgasm, and he smiled at her as his lips met hers, and his tongue pushed into her mouth.
Akira had just been fucking her pussy with that tongue. Now it was in her mouth, playing with her own tongue. Sadayo closed her eyes and kissed back as he fed her her own juices. He quickly broke the kiss and moved down to peck and kiss her neck, sucking on it to leave red marks on her soft flesh as his hands went to work.
Sadayo was ready to cum. Ready to hit her climax. Instead, she felt Akira’s fingers on her breasts… and he began to tickle her. Sadayo tried to pull away, giggling at the confusing sensation. She looked at Akira with wide eyes as the man grinned, producing feathers from his sleeves with a mischievous grin.
Sadayo had no idea how to react as he took those feathers and used them on her feet, tickling her instead of letting her cum.
“W-what-haha- are you doing?!” she laughed as the feathers stroked the soles of her feet.
“Having some fun. Teasing my girl. That sort of thing,” Akira answered with a grin.
He kept one hand to tickle her feet as his other went to her pussy, stroking and even teasing it with a fingering. He rubbed the tips of his fingers against her womanhood, sending jolts of pleasure through her, along with tickles.
Sadayo laughed, leaning her head back as Akira moved his hands, now tickling her clit with the soft feather as his hand pulled on one of her nipples. “By the way, I’m recording all of this.”
“W-whahahat?!”
“Mmhm. How hot you are. How loud you scream. Everything.”
Sadayo’s eyes widened, and she fought through the cackles and laughs as she shook her head back and forth. “W-wait! No! Y-you can’t do that! I-it could ruin me.”
“Hm. Yes, I suppose it could. Imagine if the school saw it.”
“Nooohoohoho!” Sadayo fought the idea as well as a laughing, moaning loon could, but honestly? It sounded so fucking hot. Everything about this felt hot and wonderful. She could protest and argue as much as she wanted, she still loved every second of this.
Even the tickling was beginning to feel good. Her pussy quivered as the feather stroked her nipple, sending pleasure and laughter through her as she moaned and giggled.
“No! S-stahahahp! M-Maaahaster!” she squealed.
Akira knew her body so well, and that just made the older woman love him even more. He knew her body better than she did, and he controlled her with sweet love and cruel torment. It was almost impossible to tell anymore if he was trying to pleasure or punish her at this point. Was he just promising an even greater orgasm, or keeping her from ever cumming…?
And he hadn’t even fucked her yet...
“Having fun, my love?” Sadayo sealed her lips, trying not to answer, but that failed as the feather tickled her hip, and she burst into laughter yet again.
“Y-yehehe-ess!”
He teased her so expertly. He knew every piece of her body, and exactly how to torment her, but when she felt something hard rub against her thigh, she looked down, trying to see through the tears of laughter she had on her. Sadayo could see her boyfriend’ hard cock under his pants, fighting to escape the fabric.
He clearly wanted to fuck her… Why hadn’t he yet?
Fantasies and memories of sucking his dick went through her mind. It was practically how they first met! To feel it between her tits and pounding her body, melting her mind into mush… Sadayo pulled on her restraints, trying in vain to free herself as she moaned desperately.
She couldn’t touch her Master. She couldn’t pleasure her lord, and that stolen freedom made her go crazy as Akira’s lips found their way to her nipple once more.
“P-please, Akira! P-pleeeheheee!” She almost couldn’t talk. Between the moans and the laughs, her words were almost impossible to understand. Thankfully Akira could read between the lines as he took his empty hand down to her pussy.
Without any warning, he began to finger Sadayo’s pussy, pushing his middle finger in and out as Sadayo cried out in pleasure. She came on his finger, trembling as he made her cum with just one digit. Her eyes rolled into her skull as she rode the waves of pleasure, shaking on his finger from the pleasure, but the climax came to an end as quickly as it started.
She whined, wanting more as Akira pulled away from her. She looked at him with blurry vision as he held up what looked like a bottle.
“Edible massage oil. It’s supposed to be an aphrodisiac. Why don’t we put that to the test?” he asked, popping off the lid.
Sadayo’s eyes widened as she felt the cool oil falling onto her tits. She shivered from its touch as Akira lathered his naked hands in the same substance, making sure to get a nice layer on his fingers, before he played with her.
Akira’s hands gripped Sadayo’s tits, and she came suddenly as he mauled her large breasts. This stuff really worked, she thought to herself, feeling her body becoming even hotter and hornier as her boyfriend’s hands smacked and squeezed her tits.
Of course, Akira had lied about the lotion being an aphrodisiac, but what Sadayo didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her, right?
He massaged the oil onto her body, stroking and rubbing her tummy with the stuff, letting her skin shine as he moved his hands to her legs and hips, even giving her ass a squeeze with his lathered up fingers. Sadayo loved every inch of his hands, even cumming in his hold as his hands massaged her large, soft rump.
Akira couldn’t believe how easy it was to make Sadayo cum now. All he had to do was lie a bit and a placebo effect did the rest, but he could be meaner… He liked the thought of that, taking his hands off of her body so he could take out his cock.
The sound of his zipper coming down made Sadayo’s breath cease. She watched his cock come free from his cloth prison, and Akira held it by the base, waving the thick rod around with a smile.
He took his cock by the base and pressed it against her cunt, making Sadayo shiver as the hard, warm tip kissed her clit. She bit her lower lip, humping the bed as she tried to let the dick inside of her. Akira continued to tease her, rubbing just the tip against her lower lips as Sadayo whined.
“S-so close,” she panted. “J-just a little… c-closer.”
Akira gave her tit a squeeze, and she shivered from his touch. “P-please, Master. F-fuck my pussy. My tits. My mouth. Whatever you want, Master, you can have.” Without his tickling, Sadayo was all moans, shuddering as pleas for more spilled out of her mouth. “I-I’d even let you fuck my ass. No one else has. I-It'd be all yours… forever. Make me cum…”
And her Master, ever so cruel, gave her exactly what she wanted. On his own terms. Akira continued to thrust his hips back and forth, poking and prodding Sadayo’s pussy, always teasing it, always with a loving, but dominant smile on her face.
She was his property, but he treated her like a treasure. Sadayo let out a loud moan as his bulbous tip pressed against her clit, and again when the shaft rubbed against her pussy. She humped him, but even as she slid her slick, wet pussy along his shaft, he refused to fuck her.
There was no penetration as he teased her, moving along her womanhood as she felt his every inch and movement bring her closer and closer to orgasm. She opened her eyes, looking at her Master. She engraved his handsome face into her mind, linking him with this feeling as she swore to never forget this night.
Sadayo soon came from her Master’s cock, even though it never entered her. She came from the pleasure and ecstasy, but most importantly the love her Master gave her. The older woman trembled, feeling her body seizing up and shaking as the orgasm hit her body. She trembled, panting and gasping for air as her eyes rolled into her skull and a smile formed on her face.
A trickle of drool went down her chin as she basked in the pleasure of the orgasm. It was amazing. Perfect. Divine. And he hadn’t even filled her. Hadn’t even entered her!
She hung her head low, panting as she smiled at her Master. She was finally starting to come down from her orgasm, but there was still a part of her that wanted… more.
Sadayo was in an arid desert. She had been given a drop, and she wanted the ocean.
She wanted more pleasure. She wanted to cum even more. She wanted to actually feel her Master’s cock inside of her, his balls slapping against her body as he held her.
She fought against her binds, whimpering as she looked at her MAster with large, hungry eyes.
“Please, Master. F-fuck me. I want you to fuck me…!”
Akira considered her offer with a smile, a finger tapping his chin, before he pulled his hips back, denying her his dick.
Sadayo watched that thick dick vanish under his boxers, and she whined, tears falling from her face. It was so frustrating. The pleasure was amazing, wonderful, and yet she still wanted his cock…
But fuck, his hands were still good. Amazing. All of this was so amazing. He was treating her perfectly. Focusing on her pleasure, and despite everything, she never felt degraded. Even as Akira bound and finger fucked her, she felt equal to the love of her life.
His treatment of her brought, just like it always did, questions of why. Why was he nice to her? So loving and attentive… She doesn’t deserve this pleasure!
Sadayo remembered when she first met the young man. The principal of the school was by her side, and she… she looked down on Akira, treating him like a nuisance. Part of her even hoped he wouldn’t even show up for class.
The teacher actually remembered being relieved when word of his possible expulsion reached her.
She felt disgusted with herself. Not only for her treatment of Akira, but what about Ryuji? What about Ann? What about the countless times she mistreated or neglected her students? Or her fellow adults?
Sadayo was a horrible teacher, and a horrible person. So why was Akira so determined to be with someone like her…? Why her?
The young woman prepared for another orgasm to hit her, but it never came as Akira suddenly stopped. He wrapped his arms around Sadayo, holding her as she trembled.
Fuck. She was shaking from how sensitive her body was now. Just was it in that massage oil? she wondered, as Akira smiled at her. Sadayo waited with closed eyes for Akira’s hand to smack her tits or something, but instead she felt his soft lips on her face, kissing her tears away.
He left kiss after kiss on her soft skin, and it melted her. How could a kiss feel so heavenly…? How could Akira do this to her? She felt like she in the glow of an angel, and maybe she was…
Sure would expect Akira’s gift at reading her mind.
“You know, I always did think you were really beautiful. Hotter than any other girl in that school, staff or student.”
“W-what…?” she muttered.
“It’s true. Call me crazy, but I’ve always had a love for older woman, but damn… When I saw you, there was just something about you. Your beauty, yeah, but also… I saw this part of you that others didn’t see. A part of you that just caught my curiosity. Maybe it was that smile?”
She blushed, turning red as his words continued to tease and compliment her. “Or maybe it was how gentle you were? I saw how you played with that cat you found outside of work.”
“H-how did you know about that?” she asked, remembering the exact cat he was talking about. The black one that’s always by the school!
“Morgana’s my cat, but that’s neither here nor there,” Akira chuckled. He laid down another five or so kisses on her face, before blinking. “Or maybe it was your wisdom. When you shared it with your students, or even the rest of the staff… even when you are exhausted, you just had this brilliance to you…”
Sadayo was melting with every word he was uttering. How did he do this to her? She blushed, burning under his words as his silver tongue worked its magic. His words were… well, they were more than sweet.
Sadayo almost dared to hope they were true as his silver eyes stared into hers. “And how caring you are… You don’t even realize it, hell, you probably fight it after how your kindness was rewarded, but you can’t help it. You’re a good person, Sadayo, and everyone should know it. The school, Taiki’s step parents, everyone. They should see the Sadayo I see. A perfect, wonderful woman right out of heaven.”
“T-that’s not true,” she mumbled, ears and neck consumed by scarlet shame.
“It is. Even if you can’t see the true you, the real you… I did. I fell in love with you, Sadayo, from the moment I saw you, and I want nothing more than for you to see the same perfect, wonderful woman that I’ve fallen in love for.”
Sadayo’s jaw hung low from her head. She blinked, before closing her lips as her heart skipped a beat. “I want you to see the Sadayo I see. This amazing woman who prides herself on helping her students. A brilliant woman who shines brighter than any star.”
Akira was blushing now as he stared into her hazel eyes. Yet he kept talking, not caring how embarrassed he was. “I want to make you happy. To make you feel loved. I don’t care what people think. All I care about is you. The Sadayo I fell in love with, the one I want to spend my life with… The beautiful, and sexy, woman that I adore.”
He then pressed his lips against hers, and she returned the passion he gave her tenfold. Their tongues met, wrestling for a moment as they both tasted Sadayo’s sweet nectar, before the two broke their passionate kiss.
“I don’t want you to give up being a teacher. I certainly don’t want to lock you up,” he chuckled. “All I want is for you to become the person I know you can be. The teacher, the woman, the friend, the good person… You are so amazing, Sadayo, and I just want you to realize that.”
He pecked her lips. “I swear to help you, every step of the way. After all, shouldn’t a Master take care of his one and only maid?” Sadayo blushed at that, giggling at how unbelievably dorky her boyfriend was when he wasn’t just drop dead sexy.
Course, right now, he was both…
“I’m not settling for a worthless toy. I’m not settling for a woman who hates herself. I want only the best, and that’s you. You just need help realizing that. Help I’m more than welcome to give,” he promised. “As a maid, as a teacher, as the person I fell in love with. Sadayo, I will always be with you. I promise.”
Sadayo couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She struggled to control herself as tears began to fall from her face, falling down onto her body. She giggled through the tears, a warmth overtaking her that she hadn’t felt for what felt like forever.
Joy. Pure, raw happiness. “You’re such a dork,” she cried, shaking as she laughed through the tears. “I-I don’t know what I did to deserve you, Akira…” She was in awe. Beyond happy. She cried as she realized she really did find her perfect man. The hero of her story. The one who would rescue her.
And he did. This Phantom Thief saved her life, gave her a chance to live again. Nothing she could ever do could repay him, in her eyes, but she made a promise to herself. If Akira wanted her… he would have her.
And if he wanted her to see the Sadayo he saw, well… She could certainly try, couldn’t she?
The couple kissed once more, and Sadayo tried in vain to wrap her arms around him. She let out a muffled whine as he held her, kissing her lips, gently nibbling on the pillowy flesh. The two continued to kiss, tongues slipping out to greet one another, before they stopped.
Sadayo was panting, licking her lips afterwards. “You might letting me out now?” she asked.
But Akira just smiled, flashing his teeth as his eyes gleamed like a blade in the night. Sadayo blinked, before squealing with shock as he plunged his cock into her.
Sadayo hadn’t realized just how sensitive she was. The lotion, the sweet words, the emotion, everything had left her open and wanting, wet with love and desire. Akira’s cock slammed into her, filling her pussy as her womanhood welcomed his manhood.
Her eyes rolled into her skull once more as she let out a loud moan. He pushed his cock in once, twice, before Sadayo shuddered, and began to cum. His dick pressed against her G-spot, knowing exactly how to tame and pleasure her body.
She threw her head back as she let out a loud moan, quivering as his cock continued to dive in and out of her wet quim. He smiled down at her, pecking her forehead, before he whispered into her ear, his every word sending shivers down her body.
“Tomorrow’s Sunday. I assume you’re free?” She moaned, nodding her head up and down. “I’ve rented this room for two…” He paused, only to kiss her cheek, and move down to lick her neck. “Two nights. I don’t intend on going easy on you. I’m going to fuck you until you’re screaming out my name… I’m going to fuck you until your body knows you can’t be satisfied by anyone else.”
Sadayo moaned with joy, smiling as his lips found hers once more. The two kissed as the older woman realized how thankful she was. How good her life was now. She had everything she could ever want with Akira.
Well, maybe a ring would be nice, but that wasn’t far a long, long time.
Sadayo happily gave herself to Akira, kissing him as her heart fluttered. She wondered to herself, almost jokingly, what she had gotten herself into.
The question of how she would survive this weekend sent chills down her body, and made her pussy quiver with the utmost joy and excitement.
“I love you, Akira,” she whispered, as he began to thrust into her once more.
“And I you, Sadayo. Forever and ever.”
