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Have you seen the new boy? She amended herself. Not the Gojo heirling.
It took Yuki a few hours to reply. The woman slept half the day, collected a salary by keeping to herself, submitting her drink tabs for work-lunch compensations. Tap beer and dry martinis, sometimes a steak tacked onto the bill. Definitely no. Thought it was bright eyes and the sullen girl.
Mei Mei smiled. She knew Yuki had a thing for the girl – lackadaisical and boney, short-stuff on top of it. Yuki was probably sending her envelopes of tights in the mail for her to wear without panties, tucking in a note to flash their teacher her ass. It was rare there was a female student on the roster – Mei Mei could only wonder what Yuki was going to wring out of her by the time she graduated. I was on a mission a couple months ago and then dropped by. Class act, the two of them.
Show me.
Mei Mei forwarded a photo – Suguru in his school uniform, sleeves rolled up past his elbows. He was from a northern farming town – tanned from the recent summer months, decent teeth. Played basketball with some neighborhood boys, swept out the garage every weekend. His father repaired furniture, all of his nails tinted from woodstain, and his mother was a maid – no fingerprints left. Lye work. Hands like door rappers.
Suguru had a bottom tooth in the front set that was chipped, visible in his school ID photo, but it added to his boyish charm. Docile neck, like a herding dog. Clean brows, like the sin just wiped off.
Mei Mei called Yuki, hearing the water faucet running.
He’s a real circus act. Swallows curses like cannonballs.
Let’s bring him to a tit bar , Yuki was flossing – Mei Mei could hear her open mouth, the jaw preening. I bet he’ll think we’re hookers. I’ll wear something sleeveless.
He’s in the dumps , Mei Mei didn’t think she’d need her jade and pearls for this. Let’s just offer him a touch.
It was two weeks later they ended up in in Tokyo – Yuki had cheated, seeing him a week prior, texting in her apology: Sorry, had to meet the prodigal boy. Very cute. He’s still morose – and he’d be cuter with a buzzcut. That widow’s peak.
Yuki had a thing for that, raking boys’ heads over like carpet. Mei Mei rolled her eyes. He’s not a monk.
No , Yuki agreed. Definitely not the religious type . Too serious.
They caught him in a courtyard – Suguru was outside smoking in the sun, his exhaust trail like floating lace – he snubbed his cigarette when he saw the two of them coming towards him, Yuki kicking a spare soccer ball into the weeds, Mei Mei smiling, ever-congenial, leaning reticent.
Mei Mei liked playing the courtesan – Suguru seemed to equally like playing a poor prince, checking his breath with the back of his hand. Ready to put on charm like a veil.
“Hey,” Yuki grinned. She did the legwork – the reeling, eyes like a Madonna in a rose garden. She’s seen a good time and she wants you to see it, too. “You still roughing it?”
Suguru managed a smile. “Yeah, I guess.”
He was cool. Matte black, like a chalkboard. Slate. Clean.
Mei Mei wondered if Yuki had touched him when they first met – jumping to take his sweatpants off, feel the latticework of his chest bones. Ask him if he felt sick with all the curses planted into him, if some blood-letting would help him out. Whipping boy.
Yuki could go off the books.
What’s his type? Mei Mei knew Yuki had asked, unable to help herself.
The thrill was there in her reply: He asked who I was.
“We want to ease your troubles,” Mei Mei covered his hand with her own. Suguru looked at the match – her cool hands, his wrung out. Bones the size of tossing dice, big for his age. He was consuming the touch with his eyes, already indebted to her for her closeness.
Mei Mei knew he didn’t need a beating – she’d have to cool Yuki with him, tell her Suguru wanted to be favored. Select. The taken spoon, the sugar dipper.
Yuki fished the baggie from her wallet – a strip of acid tabs, little off-white squares pressed between two credit cards, handing them over to Mei Mei.
Suguru watched her open the seal, break them like fairy wafers. She put one on her tongue, tearing off two between her slender fingers. Yuki scooted in closer, not wanting to miss the moment of inception.
“You should double your hit,” Mei Mei lifted it to Suguru’s mouth. “We’ll take care of you.”
“There’s two of us,” Yuki said, working it out for him.
Suguru seemed to know there wasn’t another way for this to end. He gave the look of a tamed devil to Mei Mei before licking her pressed fingers, pushing them apart with his tongue.
“Do me.”
Mei Mei offered a tear to Yuki from her pinky, polite. Yuki scraped it with her teeth – loved playing the bitch. Suguru’s black hair was almost brown at the scalp, the sun finally breaking through the day’s clouds. The hit wouldn’t do much for her – make his eyes patter like butterfly bodies – she had been dosed since she was a child, wafers with margarine centers, a blot of acid to the bake. Sometimes for fun – sometimes for the fun of guests. Little lady on display.
She guessed Yuki caught up somewhere in her teenhood – the higher-ups were particularly possessive of her, kept apart from the rest of jujutsu society until her trials had passed.
Mei Mei stood. “Show us your room?”
Suguru nodded.
He wasn’t a scholar – Mei Mei knew that much; his grades were lower than ever, apparently refusing to even write his name on papers. Skipping any classes before lunch, eating from vending machines. Cracker sleeves. A jar of pickles. Wearing himself down to salt bones.
His room was sparse, shoes stacked on top of one another in the front corner, the laces needing a toothbrush after them. Towels in pile.
There were a couple simple rocks on his window ledge, Yuki nodding towards them as she took off her pants, leaving them in a muddle on his floor. Her shirt, tits loose under the ribbed fabric, left only in socks and her blond hair, the length down to her ass like a sprite nymph. “What are the rocks for?”
He was sitting on his bed, ankles crossed. Looked at Yuki, her navel, the platinum piercing in her belly button. Hesitated, the drugs taking hold. “They’re from my mother’s garden. I pocketed them before I left.”
A walking saint. Leaning kind to women and girls – Mei Mei wished she could replace the hole the star-plasma vessel supposedly left in his heart with another – but she was sure the council wouldn’t permit it. No pets for students.
“I should buy you a birdcage,” Mei Mei smiled. “Something to look after.”
“I don’t want anything that needs me.”
“A stud, then,” Mei Mei touched his stomach, a nail in his middle. “I saw you looking at Yuki’s bead. It just snaps on – it’s on dead nerves, anyway. Would you like to try on my ring?” It was a princess cut – the diamond square on her finger, axed into dual inverted pyramids. It was probably worth more than anything his mother had in her own case at home.
Suguru smiled. “No, thank you.”
Mei Mei kept a hand on him, adding weight slowly, a sieve with one pushing wish. “Isn’t he a wonderful young man, Yuki? Excellent manners.”
“Better than Satoru.”
It was just the right thing: Suguru’s head picked up.
“He’s such a prick,” Yuki continued. “Spoiled brat can’t do anything without needing a crowd. He doesn’t have that winning personality he thinks he does.”
“And so impolite to girls,” Mei Mei tutted. “He loves to scare and chase.”
“Not like you at all, really.”
The drugs started kicking in at the same time – Suguru swaying towards his pillow, his weight more free. Eyeing Yuki’s swinging tits, Mei Mei running a cool finger down the center of his pale scalp. He was like a dark iris, blooming eyes.
“Let’s kiss, fragile boy.”
Mei Mei was working on unbuttoning the front of her shirt, unzipping her skirt to step out of it. Yuki rolled on top of Suguru, both of them kissing with their mouths open, their cheeks cushion-red, sweat in their scalps making frizz. Her naked, him clothed – his shirt rucking up, the hem probably a delight in his high mind.
He was virginal, completely taken with kissing. Moaning with his tongue out, chin wet.
“Can I suck him off?” Yuki was asking Mei Mei, Suguru looking like he might fly off the bed. “I bet he can finish a couple times for us.”
“Do what you want.”
Yuki did the legwork of getting his clothes off – clicking at him to sit up, raise his arms above his head. Show off his wide breast, Yuki touching in the socket of his armpits, the divot shaped after golf clubs. She sniffed at him too – Suguru tempering a moan, Yuki laughing.
“He’s fresh.”
“Nothing else like him out there.” Mei Mei smiled. “Get on with it. I want some fun of my own.”
“I knew you’d have a problem sharing.”
Mei Mei didn’t comment. Yuki sat herself in between Suguru’s legs, lowering her back to take him into her mouth. He was long, sizeable – too much for a boy his age, the life he was going to have to live.
He startled at the wetness, the kid’s eyes sealing.
Yuki’s mouth was jammed around him – still some precious inches left, Suguru straining against the bed. Her hand covered the rest, touching him up, Mei Mei stepping closer now that she had unrobed. Some of Yuki’s hair was matted together with spit, hanging around his cock – she liked it, the glimmer-blond turning a plain brown. Yuki’s mouth was apricot-shaped, dewing when he couldn’t help himself, humping up toward her face.
Mei Mei stood naked, laconic – laid her hair behind her back, tightened the fastens of her earrings.
Suguru was giving in, his head rolling, blinking at Mei Mei’s emergent figure. Pupils blotted when she covered her tits with hot palms, giggled when she flashed them again. Yuki grunted around him, no doubt ready to call No fair .
He came – his legs kicking up as he spurted into Yuki’s throat, her closing herself as much as she could around him. Still, her tongue was lax, flat – it ran down his length, still a little hard even after the letdown. Fighting prime. His balls were still full – Yuki took her lips off him, spitting what was left in her mouth after swallowing onto his crotch.
Suguru only twitched, opening his eyes long enough to try and smile at Mei Mei. “Hi.”
Yuki got up, her long legs swinging over the bed. “Your turn.”
Mei Mei swapped with her, snapping her fingers as Yuki hovered, her stomach cold with effort. Yuki needed directives, lessons to make sex something more than an end to a means.
“Get behind me, darling,” Mei Mei touched Suguru’s neck, kissed his forehead while he stared, drug-dumb. “Touch him.”
Mei Mei had wanted to be on top of him – the school-grade air conditioner felt coastal, her high still mellow, her cunt wet by instinct.
“We both decided on you,” Mei Mei pet his face, sticking his dick inside of her, Suguru’s brain popping. He was clean before this – blood like an infant’s, his heart filter finding every trace of licking good that had been ingested. Little sifter. “And what a good boy you are.”
He was too long – Mei Mei could feel Yuki’s hand stroking what she couldn’t fit inside, Suguru’s blinking requiring thought, some seconds to accomplish.
Mei Mei wished she could open him up and see all the pearls inside of him, black and saltwater-green.
“Why?” He was loopy, blown out.
Suguru wanted to hear it again, Mei Mei smiling. Easy boy.
Yuki spoke up. “We’d bet on you in a fight.”
Mei Mei lifted her hips to get more of him, feeling his cock bend. Suguru pulled the skin on her ass, crazy hands – showing teeth again when he felt her, held her on his tip.
Hissing when Yuki pulled on his balls, his ears suffocating in his pillow.
Mei Mei dropped her tits in his face, Suguru closing his eyes as the weight stayed on him. “Needed to see what we’d be investing in.”
He hummed, cunt-happy. Stirred warm. “I can fight.”
“We know.”
“I’m good.”
Mei Mei laughed. “We know. Guarding that poor girl. It’s a shame.”
His eyebrows creased, Mei Mei kissing them away.
“You would have liked me when I was little,” Mei Mei touched his chest, babying. “I can show you pictures. Long hair. Light.”
“And she looks like a clan princess,” Yuki said. “You’d never know she was a little whore.”
Suguru gurgled from his throat. Mei Mei laughed with Yuki, both of them feeling his eyes flit between them, his brain slowed. Remembering, maybe. Forgetting. Cyclical.
She could tell he was close – nails in her hips, stretching skin. His dick was getting harder to take, flicking parts of her that felt like sugar clusters. Melting like a block of silver inside of her.
His eyes rolled like an angel pushing stars out of his flightway. Downy wings, daisy-bellied. Suguru could barely open his eyes as Mei Mei’s hands spread his chest, the whites naked and alive under his retina. Throat pulse going hard. Mei Mei giggled. “You’re the best. We should make you our king.”
He came at the words – legs jumping up, pushing Mei Mei forward in a slouch. Mating instinct. Yuki snorted, Mei Mei not bothering to lift off as he finished inside of her, their thighs sealed together in a lock. She doubted any seed would hold – if it did, the kid would be worth more than land in heaven.
Maybe a kid would fix him.
Suguru was asleep after cumming a second time, immediately – his eyes fluttering, no doubt charged, rubbing against the inside of his domed skull.
“Let’s leave him.” Mei Mei patted Yuki on the ass as she dressed. “He’ll wake up better.”
“And let’s get,” Yuki paused in front of the door. “I can’t have their girl knowing I’m around.”
Mei Mei was more worried about Gojo – he was like a hound with that nose, a rabbit-eater. Jealous – though not in a quiet way like this one. Covetous like God. “You have to stop playing with the mousey ones.”
“Yeah, well.” Yuki sighed. “Starting now.”
Mei Mei lifted the jacket of a textbook – slipped a bill under the page. It was enough to hopefully get him to call again, help him realize he didn’t have to eat curses for a living.
He was well-behaved, after all. A safe bet.