My Dear Seatmate (Classroom of the Elite)

One Last Time

Suzune Horikita

It's been a week...

I've been ignoring Kiyotaka all this time.

Friday finally arrived and Ayanokouji didn't show up. And in a kind gesture, I'd say, our sensei Chabashira asked me to deliver the lesson content to Ayanokouji.

Needless to say how suspicious this sounded, (especially as it came from Chabashira sensei) I was about to delegate this task to the first classmate I could find.

"You're the class leader Horikita, this task belongs to you and no one else."

There was something strange about the way Chabashira sensei said that, so I had no choice but to go.

...♠♠♣♠♠ ...

I'm standing in front of door 401 on the boy's floor.

I take a deep breath trying to get my heart to stop beating so fast, even though a week had passed I still hadn't managed to recover.... somehow it felt like a defeat. It was frustrating to see him acting as if nothing had happened, even after he'd made me go back to my dorm without my panties!

Just the memory made me boil with anger.

I hate him.

Knock knock

Two seconds passed before Ayanokouji opened the door wearing casual clothes.

He looked me up and down and analyzed the briefcase in my outstretched hand.

"Come in"

he invited, making room.

No way!

I wouldn't risk being alone with him again, I knew the consequences.

I waved the folder for him to take, I didn't want to talk to him, not even enough. Ayanokouji looked at the folder and then at me again, narrowing his eyes.

This brought back not very pleasant memories.

However, my body was telling me otherwise, as my heart started hammering in my chest again and I felt my face heat up slightly.

"You're really not going in?"

"You're sick."

A single glance at Kiyotaka was enough to know that he was perfectly well, which meant that he was pretending to be ill, why?

Did he want to bring me here?

Although I was curious about this, at that moment I just wanted to understand how he had convinced Chabashira sensei to help him.

"What's your relationship with Chabashira sensei?"

He tried to pick up the folder, but I had already hidden it behind me.

"I'll tell you if you come in."

I knew he didn't care what was in the folder, Ayanokouji didn't need the lessons we had, I knew that when Chabashira showed me his perfectly manipulated notes.

"I'll go in if you promise to tell me"

"..."

"I promise to tell you"

He gave in pretty quickly, in fact I'm surprised he accepted...

"You have to tell me as soon as I get in, understand?"

He just nodded.

As soon as Kiyotaka closed the door, the climax seemed to change, what I had feared had happened. I was alone with Ayanokouji again.

I swallowed and tried to remain as calm as possible, well... at least on the surface.

"There's nothing in this school that can't be bought with points"

He answered, taking the folder from my hand.

He spent his private points just to bring me here? Why would Kiyotaka Ayanokouji do that? No matter how much I thought, my mind remained blank.

"Tea?"

I might have been curious, but there was no point in continuing in a situation that disadvantaged me.

"Thank you very much for your hospitality Ayanokouji-kun, but I'm in a hurry and I'm sorry I can't stay any longer"

I thanked him and turned to open the door, but it wouldn't open. I tried a few more times, not believing what was happening.

Shit!

I took a few deep breaths to try and calm down before facing Ayanokouji again.

"Kiyotaka, could you please open the door?"

I tried, in the sweetest voice I'd ever allowed myself.

"You called me by my first name again, hm? But I'm afraid I won't be able to fulfill your request."

He replied, approaching slowly and dangerously. I tried to stand my ground, but ended up backing away until my back met the door behind me.

"You can't keep me here, you know that."

I said as firmly as I could.

"You should have thought of that when you only negotiated your way in."

You didn't negotiate your way out was implied.

"So... what are you going to do Suzune?"

He asked with an arm on either side of my body blocking any possible escape route, his face so close to mine that our noses were almost touching.

"What am I going to do? You brought me here. It's you're the one who owes me explanations."

Kiyotaka looked deep into my eyes and then into my mouth, he moved a few centimeters closer, his lips almost touching mine, his warm breath caressing my face, I had to grip my skirt tightly to keep my hands in place, I didn't want what happened in the theater to happen again.

No, it wasn't that.

The truth was that I was afraid that if it happened again, I would lose myself completely.

"Are you telling me to do whatever I want with you?"

His lips brushed mine with every word, and I squeezed my eyes shut, my whole body trembling.

I want to touch him...

"D-don't twist my words, you understood very well what I meant."

Kiyotaka followed the line from my chin to my neck, his nose lightly caressed my skin causing unwanted goose bumps and then he turned away from me.

I allowed myself to breathe again, my lungs pulling in desperate air, I clutched my chest feeling my heart beat as if I had just run a marathon, for a moment I thought I was going to die.

It took me a minute or two to pull myself together and I followed Kiyotaka into the living room.

He pointed to a seat in front of him, fortunately at a safe distance. I sat down and waited patiently, feeling uncomfortable under his analytical gaze.

"Why did you pretend nothing happened?"

"Could you be more precise? A lot has happened."

Ayanokouji had manipulated me a few times and every time I tried to confront and whenever I tried to confront him, he'd play the idiot, so it was only fair to make him taste his own poison.

His gaze intensified, but I didn't give in, maybe, just maybe I was being a bit childish.

"All right... I'll let you go if..."

I felt my relief drain away with that 'if'.

"Follow me, I'll show you."

I really wish I had ignored the threat in Chabashira sensei's tone and simply given that folder to any of my colleagues.

Without any choice, I followed Ayanokouji into the kitchen, but something caught my eye with my peripheral vision.

I spotted a familiar white dot through an ajar door. I approached and there was no doubt, the white, lacy fabric of my panties seemed to glow in contrast to the black bedspread.

I picked up my panties, anger and humiliation burning my cheeks, and turned to Ayanokouji who was watching me from the doorway.

"Kiyotaka you're a pervert, let me out of here now!"

"At the moment, you can only negotiate your way out. So the panties stay on."

He finished, closing the door.

"What?!"

Ayanokouji didn't seem the least bit upset that I'd called him a pervert. Maybe he really was and just accepted the fact?

"This here is the 'if' that separates you from freedom"

I looked at the candy in Kiyotaka's hands and the answer was no! I'd seen something like that before in romance anime and it was so ridiculous.

"There's no one else here who thinks that but you."

Kiyotaka seemed to read my thoughts.

"No, no and don't, choose anything else, because I won't do it."

Faster than my eyes could follow Kiyotaka pushed me onto the bed and climbed on top of me, pinning my arms above my head.

"If you prefer we can repeat what happened in the booth at the drama club a week ago... was I specific enough?"

His words gushed with irony, he made that absurd proposal knowing that I was going to refuse.

"That's ridiculous"

I muttered, giving in.

Ayanokouji put the candy between his lips and offered it to me, I took a bite.

It's just a sweet Suzune, it's just a sweet.

I ended the small part separating our lips, feeling Kiyotaka's mouth and warm breath so close...

Ayanokouji let go of my arms, but I didn't move.

Why wouldn't my damn body obey me???

"Why are you here Suzune?"

I felt my body begin to heat up, even though Kiyotaka was now in his usual monotone tone, the way he had called my name at the drama club was seared into my memory like a hot iron scar, still alive and burning...

"Why did you-"

The accusation turned into a sigh after Kiyotaka kissed my neck with his tongue.

"Me?"

His lips molded the question to my ear...

Why was I there? Why had I come after the damn panties even though my mind was screaming that it was a trap?

"Let me answer your questions... Suzune... you want to be here..."

He started opening my red blouse and slowly unbuttoning one by one the buttons of my white dress shirt.

My mind was screaming for me to stop him, but my body simply wouldn't obey, it seemed numb from the calculated pressure of having Kiyotaka sitting on top of me as he spoke unhurriedly.

"The truth Horikita... is that you're here because you chose to come here, you chose not to go over Chabashira sensei's head, you chose to come in and you chose to come to my room..."

Ayanokouji finished speaking at the same time as he unbuttoned the last button and opened my blouse.

His words sounding like a death sentence hit me hard.

"N-no"

I couldn't give up, even though my body seemed to have given up a long time ago.

Traitor.

"You can deny it all you want, but your body Suzune..."

And there it was... that obscene way of pronouncing my name waking up all my newly discovered senses.

"Your body doesn't lie."

I was judged and condemned by Ayanokouji, I would seek to redeem myself with my rationality soon, but not at that moment... because there was no hope for me anymore.

I'm way beyond salvation.

That was the last thing I thought before wrapping my arms around Kiyotaka's neck and kissing him, feeling that electrifying sensation waking my body from a deep sleep.

This time there was no rush, no one to interrupt us, so we explored each other's mouths without any urgency.

We only stopped so that he could slide my clothes over my shoulders, in an almost ritualistic way... Then I helped him pull his shirt over his head, messing up his brown hair even more.

I touched his tanned, soft skin and his abdomen was a breathtaking sight. I didn't have time to contemplate it the first time, a sin I wouldn't commit twice.

I felt every curve of his well-defined muscles, felt my heart beat in my fingers and his warm skin under my palm. Was this what it felt like to really feel someone?

Intoxicating.

I didn't want that moment to end, so I slowly ran my hands up his body, trying to record the feel of his skin under my hands until I held his face. His expression remained impassive, but his eyes stared at me with redoubled intensity, revealing the storm raging inside his soul.

I pulled him to me and Kiyotaka slipped an arm around my waist, bringing our bodies together and eliciting a moan of approval from me. With his free hand, Ayanokouji grabbed my hair, pulling me closer and deepening the kiss, which quickly took on a frantic, crazy rhythm.

I felt longing.

Until that wasn't enough anymore, we needed more contact, skin on skin, and that's what I'd been longing for all week.

"Ayanokouji-kun?"

We separated quickly, trying to calm down.

It was Kushida and some more male voices in the background indicated that the three idiots were with her and had already gone inside.

They arrived at the worst possible time.

I looked at Kiyotaka in panic.

"Are you in your room?"

Sudo-kun's footsteps denounced his approach. Kiyotaka jumped out of bed, pulled down his shorts and grabbed some clothes to hide the fact that he was ready for anything but an unwanted visitor.

I quickly grabbed the clothes I had taken off, trying not to leave any traces.

"Kushida-chan was worried so we came" -Ike

"Are you going to do the laundry?" -Suduo

"Where's Horikita-san?" - Kushida

My eyes widened as I suddenly heard my name mentioned.

"Suzune is here? Where?"

For some reason Sudo seemed very excited and a little anxious. And why was he using my first name?

"I thought I heard her voice..."

Footsteps sounded and the bedroom door opened. I thanked myself for holding my mouth shut with my hands.

"What would Horikita be doing in Ayanokouji's room Kushida-chan?"

"That's right, you may have heard wrong."

"Ayanokouji... you look pretty good for someone who's sick." - Yamauchi changed the direction of the conversation and it seemed that everyone was focused on Ayanokouji now.

He shrugged and led them away until I could no longer hear their voices and footsteps, finally allowing me to breathe normally.

"Aaa"

A small cry of surprise came out as Ayanokouji opened the cupboard doors at once.

"How did you manage to get in there?"

It was a rhetorical question, he was making fun of me.

Deplorable.

Ayanokouji helped me out by supporting me, but I felt something catch on my tights and rip them.

Why did those things have to be so fragile? It was just a zipper. It's a good thing I had several in reserve, because they were so easily damaged.

I couldn't go back to my dorm with that. Or rather, the sun had already set! If they saw me leaving Kiyotaka's room still in my uniform, there would certainly be a lot of questions...

"You need to go to my dorm and get me some casual clothes."

I asked, spreading my hands on Kiyotaka's still naked chest, I had forgotten how he looked and how I looked, I walked away.

"No, I'm going anyway."

Before I could start getting dressed, Kiyotaka grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards him, causing our bodies to collide and a gasp of surprise to leave my mouth.

"We've already had this conversation."

Even so, I still wanted to run away, I didn't really know what or who I was running from, I just knew that all that information was making me dizzy and unable to think clearly and that scared me.

I couldn't go on like this... where would it end?

Nowhere.

It would be the second and last time it happened, there was this understanding inside me. I was going to expunge Ayanokouji Kiyotaka from my mind once and for all.

"That will be the last time."

If it would bring me back to normal, then I would do it without resistance.

"Let's not hold back then."

It was the only warning I received before Kiyotaka grabbed my legs and threw me onto the bed, any trace of delicacy completely extinguished, there was no time for the soft mattress to repel me because soon Ayanokouji was on top of me, he's body pressing against mine and he's hands drawing the curve of my waist.

With his tongue still warring with mine, Ayanokouji got rid of my skirt and panties. He stepped back and got rid of the last of his clothes, while I took off my bra.

We stopped and gazed at each other's nakedness as if in a trance.

It was the last time.

I wanted to etch that attractive, magnetic image deep into my memory so that nothing could erase it.

Kiyotaka held out his hand to me and I took it.

Ayanokouji made me sit on his lap, without penetration even though I was more than ready, we just felt each other.

With his eyes fixed on mine, I started to move. Kiyotaka closed them tightly and pressed his lips together.

For some reason this made me smile, as I felt every cell in my body light up, the back and forth creating a delicious, mind-blowing friction.

Feeling my whole body vibrate, I collapsed, hiding my face in Kiyotaka's shoulder and trying to regulate my breathing. Ayanokouji lay down, taking me with him.

A moment passed...

Before Kiyotaka's hand guided mine to his erection and made me apply the pressure he liked, he was hot and wet from my cum.

I didn't quite know how to proceed, so I started slowly and gained some confidence, taking Kiyotaka's sighs and moans as approval.

I revisited the memories of the theater booth, but specifically the rhythm and strength. The memory was still so vivid in my mind that it wasn't hard to copy...

My heart hammering in my chest and my body heating up and making me moist again, I felt Kiyotaka's body stiffen even more, his hands gripping the bed sheets tightly as his body spasmed and finally he overflowed.

I held my trembling hands, the sensation of touching him still alive and warm, tingling.

I looked at Kiyotaka, his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling rapidly, droplets of sweat appearing all over his body.

It was the last time.

No, no and no. That was my idea and I wasn't going to take it back, and yet why did my chest hurt?

I mounted Kiyotaka and his eyes widened in surprise, but before he or I could think, I kissed him, my thoughts disappearing just as I wanted them to.

Kiyotaka squeezed my waist, provoking a new kind of sensation and his hands roamed my body as if recording every curve, his hands burning my skin, awakening all my senses and making me shiver.

I need to end this soon... before... before I regret it.

"Let's get it over with."

Kiyotaka just nodded in approval and pulled a condom out from under his pillow and handed it to me.

His eyes sparkled with amusement.

"Come on... Suzune..."

The challenge... I accept.

I opened the package while trying to calm down, was it always going to be like this when he said my name?

Damn it, it was just my name, wasn't it? What was so... so... different...?

Kiyotaka sat with his back against the headboard and pulled me to him. The fit was much more rapturous than the first time and for a second everything seemed to stop, just the sound of our rapid breaths mingling.

The kiss we shared this time was like a charge for all the days we'd barely looked at each other, for all the time we hadn't felt each other.

His hands gripping my hips in an almost passive way and dictating a rhythm that was driving me over the edge too fast, or perhaps the feel of his hair in my hand, his sighs and moans without any kind of modesty in my ear, our skins rubbing against each other or our bodies colliding.

I really couldn't tell which of these exerted more power over my body, pushing me into the abyss.

I reached my limit, Kiyotaka following soon after, my whole body relaxing... there was no other way to describe it... it just felt like...

I was in ecstasy.

That's when I had an idea. I grabbed Kiyotaka tightly so that he wouldn't try to escape, and I sucked and bit his neck so that it was marked right where it couldn't be hidden.

"Why did you do that?"

He asked, his hand on the spot where I had just attacked.

"You know that bloody mark that you left on my thigh, they questioned me about it, you know?"

He seemed to understand what I was getting at.

"You're vindictive."

"I just wanted to see what kind of excuses you'd make."

"What if I don't want to?"

My heart skipped a beat, I hadn't thought of that possibility.

"You're not crazy."

I hope not.

"Hey, what's that doubt in your eyes?"

He tried to reach me, but I rolled off the bed, but before I could get too far Kiyotaka's arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me to him and holding me prisoner.

Our bodies sticking to each other from sweat, I felt him hard again. Didn't he get tired? That's what I was going to think before I felt my body getting ready for him too.

Apparently... neither was I.

"It won't hurt."

His voice was hoarse and too close to my ear... it wasn't a healthy combination, especially for my heart and my body, and I felt his warm breath on my shoulder.

He wasn't going to...?

I tried to get away, but my attempt only made his grip around me increase.

I felt his teeth squeezing and marking my skin, I was terrified by the sensation.

I didn't know this kind of pain existed.

Good pain?

No, it was bad, very bad, it made my heart beat faster and my whole body heat up. I threw my head back without trying to hold back a moan of pure excitement.

Then I realized what I was doing and once again tried to pull away. But Kiyotaka's arms remained as firm as chains.

"Let's take a bath."

Let's go? Plural?

"No, you go first... because you have to get my clothes for me."

Kiyotaka hid his face in my shoulder before grabbing one of my breasts and running his hand down between my legs, feeling the wetness.

I squirmed, trying to get away and at the same time get more of his touch.

"Haaa..."

"Suzune..."

I felt like I was falling apart.

"...you still want me to stay away even though you're like this...?

Kiyotaka said, molding the words around my neck and showing me his wet fingers.

"I think I'm going crazy."