CHAPTER 35: CHAPTER 35: NAUGHTY TIME WITH RIKA

Evening draped itself over the city like a lazy lover, slow and heavy, spilling amber through the windows of Rika’s apartment. I sat on her couch, leaning back with that practiced nonchalance, but inside? I was a storm. Every time I breathed, I swore I could taste her.

Rika was pacing near the kitchen counter, pretending to busy herself with some tea she had no intention of drinking. Her bare legs glimmered faintly under the soft lights, her skirt scandalously high, like she’d dressed for trouble but couldn’t admit it.

The System purred in my head, voice slick and teasing:

"Mmm, look at her. She’s circling you like a cat that doesn’t know if it wants milk or to scratch. Best part? You’re both the milk and the claws, baby."

I smirked. "You always talk too much when you’re right."

Rika turned, caught my smile, and flushed. She hated how easy it was for me to read her, but I knew she loved it too. That contradiction was what kept her coming back.

"Renji..." she started, but the words trailed into silence. She bit her lip instead, her body speaking the rest.

I rose, slow, deliberate. My steps across the hardwood floor echoed like promises. Her eyes flicked up, caught mine, and for a second we just stood there—her trying to hold onto control, me watching it slip through her fingers.

"Tea?" she asked, voice too soft, too nervous.

"Nah." I stopped in front of her. "I only drink what’s dripping from you."

Her face flushed crimson. Her hand twitched like she wanted to hit me, but her thighs pressed together instead.

The System let out a mock gasp.

"Ooooh, dirty Renji unlocked. Achievement: Make Teacher Wet with Words."

Rika whispered, "You’re impossible."

"Wrong. I’m inevitable."

I leaned closer, brushing my lips just against her ear. "And you love it."

She shuddered. That one tiny tremble in her body told me she’d already lost.

I kissed her—soft at first, then deep enough to drag the air out of her lungs. Her hands, traitors that they were, clutched at my shirt, pulling me in. The tea kettle whined on the stove, forgotten, just like her defenses.

The room smelled of jasmine and something sweeter—her. Always her.

When we finally broke apart, her breath came ragged. "Renji... what are we even doing?"

"Everything we shouldn’t," I said. "And everything you want."

Her knees buckled, so I caught her, lifting her onto the counter like she weighed nothing. She gasped, half protest, half invitation. My hands gripped her thighs, thumbs tracing circles that made her squirm.

The System chuckled low.

"Objective update: Teacher’s sanity—hanging by a thread. Recommendation: Tug harder."

Rika’s eyes searched mine, desperate, scared, but glowing with that hunger she couldn’t hide anymore. "You’ll ruin me," she whispered.

I kissed her neck, tasting her skin. "Baby, I’ll rebuild you first."

Her lips parted, a soft sound escaping, and I knew—tonight wasn’t going to be about hesitation. It was going to be about need.

Her thighs tightened instinctively around my waist, not to resist but to hold me there, as if her body had betrayed her long before her mind could keep up. The silence in the room was hot, dangerous, every heartbeat louder than the last.

When my hand brushed against the smooth skin of her thigh, she shivered. The little gasp that slipped past her lips told me everything. She wanted to tell me to stop, her conscience screamed i!!! But her body... her body was already mine.

Her head tilted back, throat exposed like a secret she didn’t mean to share. That pale line, soft and inviting, demanded my mouth. I obeyed. My lips traced the curve of her neck, kissing, tasting, marking. Her breath caught, sharp, trembling. One of her hands gripped the back of my shirt, the other tangled in my hair, pulling me closer even as her whispered voice betrayed her guilt.

"Renji..." Her tone cracked, equal parts warning and plea.

"Yes, Rika?" I muttered against her skin, my lips brushing dangerously close to her ear.

"You’re... my student."

I lifted my head, meeting her eyes. They shimmered with conflict, but her pupils wide, dilated, drowning in lust told the truth she refused to voice. I smirked. "And you’re my teacher," I said slowly. "Guess that means you should be teaching me... right now."

Her lips parted, no words coming out. Just a breath. Just heat.

The System hummed inside my head, smug as always.

"Forbidden fruit tastes sweetest, soldier. She’s one step from falling. Push, and she’s yours. Pull back, and you’ll regret it forever."

I ignored it, my hand sliding higher, grazing the edge of her skirt. She jerked, her thighs twitching as if to close, yet they didn’t. Instead, they eased apart by the smallest fraction. My fingers crept upward, claiming more territory inch by inch.

"You don’t want me to stop," I whispered, voice low, dragging the words like a blade over her defenses. "Say it."

Her jaw clenched. Her pride tried to rally. But then her hips shifted, betraying her, seeking my hand. She wanted more.

Her lips trembled. "I... I can’t."

"Then I’ll say it for you," I breathed against her ear, my voice dark velvet. "You want me. Not as your student. As your man."

Her body shook, trembling with the weight of truth she could no longer bury. Her nails dug into my back through the thin fabric of my shirt, clinging like she might drown if she let go.

Her whisper cracked like glass. "Renji... don’t make me beg."

I chuckled softly, lips brushing her ear. "Too late, sweetheart. You’re already begging with your body."

Before she could respond, I claimed her lips again. This kiss wasn’t tentative—it was fire meeting gasoline. Her muffled moan vibrated against my mouth, her tongue tangling with mine in frantic surrender.

My hand finally slid beneath her skirt. Her thighs trembled around me, but she didn’t stop me. She couldn’t. The heat radiating from her core was undeniable—she was soaked, pulsing with need, every bit of her screaming for what her voice refused to say.

She broke the kiss with a gasp when my fingers traced closer, her breath uneven, words spilling out between shudders.

"This is... wrong..."

I pulled back just enough to look her in the eyes. My voice was calm, deep, steady. "Then why does it feel so right?"

Her silence was her confession. Her flushed cheeks, her parted lips, her desperate grip on me, she’d already lost the battle.

And me? I was done playing soldier. This wasn’t about duty or restraint anymore. This was about claiming what was mine.

The System purred in my mind.

"Stamina check: Ready. Lust sync: Surging. Soldier, permission to deploy?"

I grinned. "Permission granted."

Her silence shattered when my fingers brushed against her panties. The thin fabric was already drenched, clinging to her like a confession she could never take back. Her thighs jerked, squeezing me, but instead of pushing me away, her hips arched into my touch.

"Renji..." she gasped, her voice breaking like brittle glass. "We... we can’t..."

I smirked, lips grazing the edge of her jaw. "Funny. Your mouth keeps saying no, but your pussy’s begging for yes."

Her eyes widened, cheeks burning with shame and desire. She tried to glare, but her breath betrayed her, heavy, uneven, trembling. When my fingers pressed harder against her soaked slit, her head fell back against the wall, lips parting in a helpless moan.

That sound—raw, unwilling yet desperate—ignited something primal in me.

I slipped my hand beneath her panties, fingers sliding over hot, wet folds. She gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders, back arching against the wall. Her thighs trembled, but instead of closing, they spread wider, opening herself to me without thought.

"Rika," I growled against her ear, my voice rough, dominant. "I want to hear you say it. Say you want me."

Her breath came in ragged waves, her pride still clinging to scraps of denial. "I... I shouldn’t..."

My fingers teased her entrance, circling, pressing, never giving her the release she craved. Her body writhed, her pussy clenching around nothing, begging for more.

"You shouldn’t," I whispered darkly, "but you want to."

Her gasp turned into a choked whimper when I slid a finger inside her. The heat swallowed me whole, her walls clenching tight, desperate. Her nails raked down my back, not to stop me, but to anchor herself.

"God... Renji..." she moaned, her voice breaking.

"That’s it," I muttered, pumping my finger inside her, curling it just right, stroking the spot that made her hips jerk violently. "Say my name like that. Say it like I’m the only one who’s ever made you feel this way."

Her moans spilled freely now, breathless, shameless. "Renji... ahh—Renji!"

The sound of her wetness filled the room, obscene and intoxicating. Her thighs trembled around me, body already losing control. She was seconds away from breaking completely.

I pulled my hand out, her whimper of protest delicious in its desperation. She opened her eyes, glazed, needy, furious at the sudden emptiness.

"Why’d you—"

I silenced her with my lips, kissing her hard, biting, devouring. At the same time, I unbuckled my belt with one hand, the metallic clink sharp, final. Her eyes widened when she felt my cock press against her thigh, thick, hard, pulsing with need.

Her voice was a whisper, trembling, but it wasn’t resistance, it was surrender. "Renji... if we do this... there’s no going back."

I grinned against her lips. "Good. I don’t plan on going back."

I tore her panties aside, the thin fabric snapping with a quick tug. She gasped, her body freezing for a second—but then her hips shifted, guiding herself against me, wet heat begging for what was about to happen.

Our eyes locked, hers clouded with lust, mine burning with hunger.

And then, slowly, deliberately, I pushed inside.

Her gasp turned into a scream muffled by my mouth. Her nails dug into my skin as her tight, wet heat swallowed me inch by inch. Every twitch, every clench of her pussy around my cock told me just how much she had needed this, how long she had denied herself.

"Fuck..." I groaned, burying myself deeper, bottoming out inside her. "You feel incredible, Rika."

Her head tilted back, mouth open, eyes squeezed shut, a sound between a sob and a moan spilling out. "Renji... oh god... you’re too big..."

I smirked, hips grinding against her, making her whimper. "You’ll take it. Every. Inch."

Her thighs locked around my waist, her body finally betraying her last wall of restraint. She was mine. Completely, utterly mine.

I pulled back, then slammed into her, the wet slap of skin echoing through the room. Her scream rang against my ear, desperate and broken.

"Renji! Oh god—ahh!"

I set the rhythm, hard, deep, unrelenting. Her body clung to me like a drowning woman to air, nails scratching, moans spilling uncontrollably. Each thrust dragged her closer to the edge, her pussy gripping me tighter, wetter, needier.

The forbidden line had been crossed. There was no student and teacher anymore—only a man and a woman, fucking like they’d been starving for this moment.

And she? She wasn’t resisting anymore. She was begging for more.[P3]