46It was officially two days after the incident at the carnival, two long days. After getting a check-up, Yusaku was told to stay home and recover. Truth be told, he had no idea what happened that night, after he was knocked out, everything else was a mystery. When he came too, both Aoi and Emma were with him, strangely, Miyu wasn't there. Aoi told him that Miyu had a panic attack after the ordeal, which wasn't hard to believe when he considered their pasts.
So, here he was. Yusaku Fujiki at home...and bored, very bored. His mind was still woozy, so he didn't think entering Link Vrains would be a good idea. So here he was once again, lying on his bed and bored. Yusaku looks to the stand next to his bed that has his duel disk on it. Luckily, lost and found managed to get it back to him, annoying ignis included too. The teen was almost bored enough to try and talk to A.I, almost. He looks to the same stand which also had a can of cola on it, thanks to Miyu supplying him when she visited him before school.
His ears prick at the sound of someone knocking at his door. He grumbles, sitting up and sliding off his bed, "Who could that be?" he says under his breath, making his way to the door. He opens it and is stunned, being greeted by someone he least expected. Emma Bessho, dressed in her jumpsuit. She holds her helmet in her right arm. She slants her neck and smiles, "Oh, you're up. That's a good sign that you're making a recovery..." she looks over his shoulders and into the apartment, "Sorry for dropping by unannounced, but Aoi wouldn't shut-up until I agreed to see how you were doing. That girlfriend of yours doesn't seem to like talking about you to Aoi"
"Hey, you're the girl from the fairground?" Yusaku lies, not wanting her to know he already knew her beforehand, "I thought that you looked familiar. It was...Emma, right? Well as you can see, I'm fine. There's no need for Aoi to worry about me" the blue and pinked haired teen then goes to close the door.
"Actually, I wanted to talk to you...alone. And since its just us, it seems like the right time. Can I come in?" Emma asks.
"Uh... sure..." Yusaku moves to make room for Emma. She enters the apartment and closes the door behind her. She explores her surroundings, spotting the decrepit look to the whole place. She places her helmet on the coatrack, "So...what do you want to talk about?"
"Well, let's start by getting the fact that you are a terrible liar out of the way, Playmaker..." Emma narrows her eyes, "I saw the way that you looked at me that night, it had such familiarity to it. Plus, Aoi told me who you were..." Emma moves over and sits on Yusaku's bed and crosses her legs. Emma spots the discomfort in the boy's eyes, "And you know that I'm Ghost Girl. We already know each other, so I don't want you to make this awkward, understand?"
"Wait... Aoi knows? Since when...?"
Emma rolls her eyes, "Use your brain. Blue Angel gives Playmaker a love bite, only for you to have the same mark. Aoi isn't dumb, Yusaku."
"So you, Aoi and Miyu all know? Damn it..." Yusaku curses as he face-palms, "Well, at least Aoi had to tell you so that means it isn't too easy to figure out..."
Emma chuckles, "Nope. You were already a prime candidate for me. Aoi just saved me the trouble of proving it."
"Right..." Yusaku stuffs his hands into the pockets of his jeans, "I got a feeling that isn't what you wanted to talk about?"
"Correct," Emma smiles, "I wanted to talk to you about Miyu, I think she's not who she says she is..."
"What?" Yusaku gasps, "What the hell are you talking about?"
"I did some research on her, and some things just aren't adding up. For example, have you actually seen her parents? They are still alive as far as the network is concerned, but I can't track them down. I can't even get simple photos of them."
"No, that's not right. Miyu told me that they are always working, they hardly ever see her. That's all, why are you even looking into her anyway?"
Emma shrugs, "Something about her doesn't sit right with me. With my career, I've come to realize when people are putting on false fronts. And Miyu has one of the most obvious fake masks that I have ever seen," she looks back and spots the can of cola on the side. She had a slight thirst from the long ride to the apartment, "Do you mind if I nick that can?" she asks. Yusaku glares, walking to the stand and picking up the can. He throws it to Emma who catches it.
"All yours. Miyu always gives me more than I could possibly need..." Yusaku sits down on the bed, opposite to Emma, "Now that you mention it, Miyu has been slightly weird sometimes. I can't explain it, but there is something more to her. But that doesn't mean she's secretly is a bad person. She just has a lot to hide from the world, like me," Emma opens the can and takes a swig, "So If you would, please stop looking into my girlfriend."
Emma traces her fingers along her lips, tasting something irregular in the drink, "What the hell is in this can? It tastes...odd...almost bitter..."
"Huh?" Yusaku shrugs, "It was left out for hours before you got here. If you want, I can get you a fresh one from the fridge..."
"Nah, don't worry... it's probably just warm that's all..." she takes another swig, this time finding the taste less strange, "Weird..." she stands, "Listen, I know it looks bad that I was looking into Miyu, but being cautious is a part of my job. If I see something remotely out of place, I look into it..." she takes a sip from the can, "This is actually really good, hopefully, it's also low in sugar...," she turns her back to Yusaku as her body shakes, becoming hot, hotter than before.
In less than a second, she was overcome with desire. Somehow, for some reason, she was horny. But what brought it on? Her mind raced with the explicit thoughts of what she wanted and needed. Her womanhood slowly becomes wet, proving her sudden sexual desire. It was unbearable, she needed to sort herself out because ridding home like the way she was would be impossible. She barely could stand, her legs were trembling and her breathing spikes.
Yusaku lies back down, "Well, with that out of the way, you can leave now, I don't think you have any other reason to stay here. Feel free to take some of those cans home with you if you want. Now, if you would excuse me...I have sheer boredom here to keep me company... see you..." he dismissed Emma.
Emma walks towards Yusaku, dropping the can on the ground and smirking, "Is that so?" she mused. Before Yusaku could question her actions, Emma had climbed onto the bed and positioned herself over his face, straddling him with her full weight. The teen's eyes widen as he feels the harsh faux leather of her jumpsuit pressed against his mouth and nose. Yusaku moves his hands to push the woman off, however, the woman grabs his wrists and fights with them to hold them down, "...Yeah... that feels good..." she coos.
In the midst of the struggle, Yusaku feels the slow forming of a wet patch around Emma's crotch area, eventually, it soaks enough to stick mildly to his lips. With that, Yusaku could taste the faint essence of the woman sitting on his face. He should've been stronger, he should have been able to resist his urges, but he lost that battle. He lightly presses his tongue against the damp material over his face. Emma leans her head back and moans as she rocks on his face, "...That's it... that's the spot..."
Yusaku feels his dick grow hard in his pants from the actions of the woman. His chin became almost-coated in the woman's wetness leaking from her suit. Yusaku couldn't even compare the taste of the woman to any other girl he's tasted before, Emma's aroma was so different. She was still good, but in a way that was different from Miyu, even that was impossible for him to explain, nor did he have time to think about it as the mere fact of Emma sitting on his face was taking away all of his awareness and replacing it with an equal amount of lust.
Emma slides down the boy's frame and sits over his chest, leaving a slug trail of her wetness along the way.
"Yusaku… who would've guessed that you have the hots for me? Oh my...I think that I might be blushing," Emma cups the boy's face in her gloved hands, "Did you seriously enjoy me sitting on your face? Oh my...how deprived of you..." she leans towards Yusaku's right ear until her lips were centimetres from his skin, "I'm wet. You're hard. We're both smart people, so I don't need to tell you what that means," she whispers with withdrawn breath as she stretched her words. She arches her back away from the boy as she reaches for the zipper of her jumpsuit.
She flicks the zipper and lets it swing back and forth, like a mild pendulum for a few short-lived moments. Yusaku's eyes attract themselves towards the moving zipper, watching its pattern like he was being hypnotized by its arc of movement. Yusaku lets a small path of drool sliver down his cheek in awe of the woman. Unable to speak a single word, let alone a single syllable, instead he chose to remain in silence to avoid making a fool of himself, however hard it was becoming.
Spotting the spark of awe that was dazzling in the schoolboy's eyes, Emma's hand reaches around her zipper in a laboriously long and gruelling wait, like she was teasing him and fore longing her little game for as long as possible. With her straddling Yusaku's waist, he had little choice except to play along. Emma then pulls on her suit's zipper, revealing her bra and skin beneath. Further down, she had lowered the zipper right next to her crotch. The top of her panties and navel were on full display.
Yusaku's mouth waters before the sight of the woman, her fair skin, her bust and the small teaser in the form of her underwear, "...immaculate...," Emma smiles at the wonder expressed by the boy under her. She pushes Yusaku down to be lying on the bed. Her hands wrap around the boy's wrists, she holds his arms down and leans close to him. She moves her hips against the boy under her, moving back and forth over his crotch with her full weight.
"You're so cute, Yusaku, trying to act all stoic...we both know that we want this... that you want me..., so please... keep being stoic, it will be fun to break that mask of yours...," Emma whispers in Yusaku's ear as her lips curve into a smirk. Her eye moves to spot the love bite on his neck, "Oh... what's this? This isn't the one that Aoi gave you... she wouldn't be this violent..." Emma's hand traces around the bruise, Yusaku cringes at the pain that was brought on by the woman's touch, "Oh...does that hurt, Yusaku? It does look quite nasty..."
"Stop that" Yusaku mumbles, he jolts when Emma presses her thump against the mark, "Ow"
"Oh...you poor baby... do you have a boo-boo? I hope that you don't think that I'm going to kiss it better..." Emma libidinously coos. She sits back up, still straddling Yusaku's waist. She softly runs her hands over the bare skin peeking through her unzipped jumpsuit, "Come, Yusaku... show me just how much you want me..." her hands move down her stomach and navel, she stops just on the top of her panties. Her skin was glistening from being trapped in the jumpsuit all day.
Yusaku sits up, Emma cups his cheeks with her hands and kisses him, biting his lip and drawing back with it still in her teeth. She loosens her grip and lets the boy's bottom lip spring back. They kiss again, and again, and again. Emma's hands slither around Yusaku's head to play with his hair. She leads the boy's head to her chest and marvels at him kissing her bare skin. He focuses on her collar bone, moving down in quick succession. Her breasts were made inaccessible due to her bra, same with her womanhood.
It was clear that Emma was taking her time and enjoying the long game of theirs.
For now, Yusaku was limited to little of the woman's form, though still beautiful and a marvel. Emma leans over and kisses the boy's neck, making her way up to his ear, "Take your shirt off..." she whispers. The blue and pink-haired teen scoots back and lifts his black shirt over his head and throws it off to the side. Emma's eyes trace over the boy's semi-muscular frame, he wasn't a brute or anything like that, but he was clearly in shape and his body was toned just right.
"My, my..." Emma remarks as she stands off the bed and grabs Yusaku's hands, leading him up, "Let's move this along..." she pushes him against the wall to the room. Like a spider in its web striking its prey, Emma was once again on Yusaku. She captures his lips with her own. Yusaku's hands travel down to Emma's hips, however, the woman slaps them away, "Hands off. You can only touch me with your mouth... for now..." her hands then work on her jumpsuit, stretching it out and moving her bra down to reveal her breasts.
Emma unclips the concealment and allows it to drop off, her breasts were now on display for the boy. She moves her hands over Yusaku's shoulders and guides him down to the floor, leaning against the wall while she sits in his lap. Emma grabs the boy's hair and moves him to her chest. Yusaku captures the woman's right nipple in his mouth and sucks on it. Emma moans, ruffling her hands through his hair, pushing him further into her chest.
"That's...it...," she throws her head back when she feels the boy's tongue run over the nub. She squeezes her butt down on Yusaku's member, grinding on it. The boy licks, sucks and even bites the woman's breast in a string of quick but impactful movements. At that moment, Yusaku goes to the woman's pelvis but was once against denied by her, "What did I say? No hands" she grabs his wrists and forces them up against the wall, "Now...continue as you were..."
Yusaku moves to Emma's other breast and takes that nipple into his mouth, applying the same movement with his tongue as he did the other one. Emma's cheeks burn bright red as she smiles, eyes half-closed. She still rocks on the teen's member, teasing him and readying him for what is to come. Seeing that Yusaku was busy focusing on her chest, Emma slides her hands down his torso and unbuttons his jeans. She adjusts herself back slightly, moving her hands into his jeans and strokes his manhood.
Yusaku groans at her actions, breaking his usual stoic front. Emma's eyes widen as she slides her other hand down her body and unclips her belt, throwing it away. She adjusts her jumpsuit and moves her panties to the side, "Enough fooling around... now you can use more than your mouth..." she lifts herself up and pulls the boy in for a kiss, while she drops down on his manhood. The boy was then thrown into a heated frenzy, feeling himself enter the older woman.
"Hey... look at a girl when you're fucking her..." Emma grabs Yusaku's chin and turns his head to be looking her way, they kiss again. They now enter a long breathless stream of kisses, not moving their lips apart, instead, they remained attached by the first in the chain. For now, they lean closer in. Meanwhile, Emma rolls her hips to engulf Yusaku's manhood, again and again, making the pair moan through to the other's mouth. Yusaku wasn't anything special when it came to size, after all, it was the real world. It was not like she was expecting him to be a giant in that department. Though, he still had enough girth to pleasure her.
Emma parts her lips from Yusaku and turns her attention to the side of his neck that was clear and without the mark. She grins as she leans in and takes a patch of his flesh in his mouth. Yusaku moans, breaking his composure with ease, as he now deals with the pleasure coming from the woman's mouth and her pussy, all working to make him feel amazing. He thought of moving his hands to explore her body but soon remembered that she would just stop him, her own special way of teasing him.
It was clear to him that Emma knew what she was doing, she had so much more talent when it came to this. The way she moves her body perfectly, her seductive attitude and the way she carries herself. She knew how to pleasure him, far more than Miyu, even Aoi. Emma was perfect... almost unbelievably so. With Miyu and even Aoi, they had to work together for the best experience for each other, but Emma already knew what to do and how to do it. Emma was taking charge and damn did it feel amazing.
Without warning, Emma moves off of his dick and grabs the boy, leading him up to his feet and turning them, with Emma pressed against the wall. She holds the jumpsuit off of her pelvis along with her underwear, "Fuck me," were her only words to him. Yusaku agrees, pressing her further against the wall and lifting her leg upward as he enters her. Emma brings her arms around the cyberese-duellist, wrapping her legs around his waist too.
Yusaku moves in and out of the woman's entrance in a continuing rhythm, never faulting from it. Emma moans as she too moves her hips to make their connection more powerful and pleasurable to them both. With the woman pinned against the wall, Yusaku was able to lift her with ease. He kisses up her chin and jawline, moving down to her breasts and taking one of her nipples back into his mouth. Yusaku then moves away from her chest, then kisses the woman's lips, pushing his tongue into her mouth.
Emma's hands grab the boy's hair and roughly pulls at it.
They part their lips, "Can I use my hands now...?" the boy asks, weirdly innocently considering their current position.
"Wha…? Yes! YES!" Emma gasps as Yusaku pushed into her much further than the previous times. She throws her head into his shoulder, "Touch me anywhere! Just don't screw this up! If I don't cum, neither do you!" she then moans as she feels the boy's hands snaking their way into her jumpsuit and reaching behind her back. She then feels Yusaku's hand slide over her buttock and squeezes it. His mouth returns back to her right breast.
Emma holds the boy's head against her chest, grabbing his hair, "Is that all? I say that you can touch me anywhere and you just do the boring stuff? I'm h-honestly d-d-d-disappointed, Yusaku..." Emma sighs as she pushes herself forward and forces Yusaku to fall over. She was now back on top and in charge, "Want something done right... do it yourself as they say..." she holds her hands on the boy's stomach as she continues to ride him, rolling her hips at a break-neck pace.
"...Emma..." Yusaku moves his hands up her body and to her chest, his hands play with the woman's nipples, "...I'm...c-c-" Yusaku stops when he hears a phone begin to ring, the sound coming from the pocket of his jeans. Emma stops her motion altogether and focuses on the sound too. Yusaku reaches down and picks out his phone, "... It's...Miyu..." he froze over, scared for his life. Now his sense was returning to him, here he was cheating on his girlfriend with a much older woman.
"Answer it," Emma tells him as she moves off of him with a groan, "Such a turnoff. I was about to cum too..." she goes to retrieve her bra from the ground and fixes her hair.
"W-What? I c-cant..." Yusaku trembles.
"Might as well, I'm not in the mood anymore..." Emma zips her jumpsuit back up, "We aren't done here, Yusaku. We're going to do this again sometime... and we're going to finish it..." Emma grabs her belt and clips it around her waist. Yusaku answers the phone.
"Hi, beautiful, how are you?" Yusaku asks, trying to fake a happy tone.
"Sorry... were you sleeping? I didn't disturb you, did I?"
"What-no...It's fine, I wasn't doing...anything..."
Emma smiles as she listens to the boy's words.
"That's good," Miyu chirps, "Everyone at school is worried about you... after class is finished, I'll come over... maybe we can have a movie night?"
"Yeah...sounds good..." Yusaku stutters when Emma climbs back over him and gently kisses him. Emma winks before moving off of him, Yusaku left puzzled, looks up to the ceiling, "...Yeah... see you then, Miyu. Love you..." the call ends and he looks back to Emma who was smirking.
"Sounds like I better get going...we wouldn't want Miyu busting us, right?" Emma winks, "So...before I leave, can I get a couple cans of that cola?"
