#kakegurui

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The next few weeks were filled with Yumeko ordering you around to do pointless things. Things such as making you:

Attend and watch every single gambling session she plays

Sit or stand close to her whenever possible

Apply her red lipstick while she stares at you

Decide on tough gambling choices for her (which makes you panic)

She praises you each time you do as she says. You try your best to ignore the way her voice causes your heart to race. You complain nonstop, begging her to let you play another round so that you could be free from her. The only time you’re away from her is when you’re going to the bathroom or bed. You’re starting to forget what it was like to live without Yumeko telling you what you can or can’t do. 

What makes you the most upset is that you weren’t the only house pet Yumeko had. She had another one, but she seems like she couldn't care less about him. She would talk to him and giggle sweetly while you stood awkwardly to the side. You never heard her order him to do anything. Why were you treated so differently? You grumble under your breath as the necklace starts to feel heavier as each day goes by. You can’t ignore the necklace by how many times Yumeko tugs the tag, pulling your face closer to hers. A provoking reminder that you were hers. 

Currently, you’re towering over her as she sits on a wooden chair in her dorm room. One of your knees slots between her thighs. She told you to be in this position so that you’d be less shaky while you apply lipstick to her plump lips. It didn’t make much of a difference; in fact, it seems like it made you even more nervous. Her body and face are so close that it makes you forget how to breathe. She sneaks her hand to hold onto your lower bicep as a kind gesture to keep you still. You nervously gulp. 

You hyper-focused on her lips to ignore the blush forming on your cheeks. You watch her lips curl into a smirk. Her tiny dimples are more visible than usual. She chuckles, causing your eyes to flicker up and make eye contact with her. She smiles sweetly, chest moving up and down slowly. She inches her face closer to yours in a teasing way. Her eyes move from your lips and back up to your eyes. Your breathing hicks. The lipstick is forgotten in your hands as you get lost in her eyes. Fuck. 

“I can’t do this anymore,” You grunt as you push yourself off the chair. You feel as though Yumeko is playing with your emotions like a chess piece. It hurts more than just being a house pet. You push the lipstick brush back into its bottle. 

“What do you mean?” Yumeko asks, not moving from her seat. She watches you pace back and forth. You slide your fingers into your hair in frustration. 

“I don’t want to be your house pet anymore,” You fume. She leans back into the chair with an unreadable expression. You stop prancing and stand still with your arms crossed. A fruitless attempt to create an invisible barrier

“...Is that what you want?” Her soft voice clashes against the silence. You jerk your head up to look at her. She waits for your answer with a soft look in her eyes. There was no hidden meaning behind her statement. She wanted to know if you truly disliked… being with her. She had already known that keeping you as a house pet was just an excuse to keep you close. She had hoped you felt the same. It was a risk she was willing to take. 

“...Yes,” You respond after a short pause. Her eyes flicker towards the ground. Her lips turn into a small pout, but it only lasts a couple of seconds before she starts smiling again. She pushes herself off the chair and stands up straight. She brings her hand out towards you, offering a handshake. 

“If that is what you want… then let us play a game,” She suggests. You awkwardly stare at her hand. You were unsure if she was telling the truth or not. Here she is offering you a chance at freedom… so you took it.

“I accept your challenge,” You respond, shaking her hand. Her skin underneath your fingers feels soft. She chuckles brightly and grips your hand towards herself. This causes you to take a few steps toward her. She lowers her face slightly, glaring into your eyes. Her pupils are dilated, almost black. 

“But I decide the game,” She whispers. 

Stripper poker was the game she decided on— losers have to take off a piece of clothing. Each pair of clothing costs 2,000$. If Yumeko takes off five items… You simply win and finish paying off your 10,000$ debt. 

You sit awkwardly in front of her in your white button-up shirt and a skirt. Your jacket, tie, shoes, and socks lay messily to the side. You had a few more undergarments left, and it's making you nervous. 

Yumeko sits on the other side of the table with her tie still perfectly tucked around her neck. The only clothes she had discarded were her shoes and socks. She chuckles loudly as she squeezes her thighs together. She was having so much fun. She places her cards down in excitement and watches you slightly widen your eyes. You quickly place your cards down, successfully winning against her. She hums in delight and starts tugging at her black tie. She mindlessly tosses it. Your eyes lock on the soft, smooth skin underneath her shirt. She always leaves the top of her shirt unbuttoned. 

Another two rounds go by, and she loses each time. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. Was it all luck that you’re winning… or is she losing on purpose? Before your mind could come up with conclusions, she runs her fingers underneath her skirt. Her eyes never leave yours. You gulp nervously as you watch her slowly lower her red lace panties down her legs. She chuckles darkly, biting her bottom lip. Instead of tossing it aside, she places it on top of the table. She leans deep into her seat, crossing her legs in a teasing way. You force yourself to look away from her and back to your cards. You could feel yourself heating up. 

“Another round?” She chirps. You shake your head and place the cards down. She frowns immediately, leaning forward as she grips onto the table. 

“What? Why? We were having so much fun!” She heavily breathes. Her chest rises and falls rapidly. 

“You lost five pieces of clothing. I paid off my debt. I’m no longer your house pet,” You explain, getting up from the table. She starts stuttering, trying to find a way to make you continue playing. You tug the house pet necklace off your neck and drop it onto the table. She watches in defeat. Before you could take a step towards the door, she rushed over to you. She presses her chest against your arm. Desperation was written on her face. 

“Don’t you feel the rush? Let’s continue playing,” She purrs, slightly grinding herself against you. Her hands wrap around yours, bringing your hands to her soft, bare thighs. Your muscles tense, and you feel an ache in your lower stomach. Her cheeks are pink, eyes dilating with lust. Her breathing tickles your neck. It took everything in you to remove yourself from her. You’re no longer her pet. You won't let her play with your feelings. She stands still in defeat, her gambling high starting to lower. She didn’t want to force you into something you didn’t want. You rush out of her room. 

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You walk down the halls, fidgeting with the buttons of your shirt. For some reason, you felt empty without the obnoxious necklace. It’s like you lost a title that you’ve unfortunately grown used to. You didn’t want to admit it, but you felt lost without Yumeko telling you what to do. You felt embarrassed, hesitating about your next move. 

For the first few weeks, Yumeko still smiles brightly whenever you make eye contact with her. But you give her a simple blank stare before looking away. Yumeko’s smile would drop, and she forced herself to think everything was okay. As time went on, Yumeko didn’t feel like she had to try anymore. What was the point when you weren’t going to give the same energy back? Truthfully, you didn’t realize how lucky you were before it was gone. 

So here you are, nervously glancing around the hall to find Yumeko. She stands by the hallway walls with her hands behind her back. She turns her head and makes eye contact with you. You expect a small smile, but instead, she spares you one single stare before continuing her conversation. Your heart clenches in hurt. You didn’t enjoy it. You stop in your tracks and furrow your eyebrows. Is this what it feels like to be nothing to Yumeko? 

You didn’t like living in a world where Yumeko isn’t in it… and you realized it a little late. You missed her teasing. You missed how she always kept you close. She made you feel wanted. 

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You lift your hands and softly knock against Yumeko’s dorm door. You sort of hoped the knock was too soft for her to hear so that you could change your mind and walk away. But that wasn’t the case. The door swings open, revealing Yumeko. She widens her eyes when she realizes it’s you. 

“Hi…” You awkwardly greet. She doesn’t say anything. She narrows her eyes at you with a small smile. She didn’t understand why you’re here. She thought you were annoyed at her. You rub the back of your neck with your hands. You take a step back. 

“I’m sorry I don’t-“

“Come in,” She gently offers. She wraps her fingers around your wrist and tugs you into her room. Her scent, which you missed, engulfs you. She shuts the door and turns her body around. You begin nicking your skin with your fingernails. 

“I’ve been thinking… and I don’t quite understand why.. but…” 

“Tell me what you want,” She cuts in. Your face begins to visibly express desperation. 

“Please take me back,” You ramble, “Please take me. I- I feel so lost without you.” 

Speaking the truth lifted a weight off your shoulders. You blush in embarrassment. The room is quiet as Yumeko stares at you. Anxious thoughts begin swirling in your head. You start to regret coming here. Especially when you see Yumeko bring her hands up to cover her lips. A chuckle escapes from behind her hands. 

“You’re cute,” She reveals. You stand still, not knowing what to do next. She nibbles her bottom lip and takes a confident step towards you. She brings her hands up to touch the tip of your hair. She laces them between her fingers. 

“Tell me you want me,” She breathes. The room begins to feel hot as she waits for you to find the courage to speak up again. You gulp and clench your fist 

“I want you,” You confess. She takes a deep inhale and shuts her eyes. Her lips curl into a big smile as she opens her eyes again. Her heart races in excitement. 

“I'm going to kiss you, okay? Let me know when you want to stop,” She whispers cautiously, tilting her head to look at your expression. You nervously jerk your head up and down, signalling yes. She softly chuckles as she brings her hands up to cup your cheeks. Your eyes immediately shut, and you wait. Your breathing stops when you feel her soft, plump lips move against yours. She kisses you slowly and passionately. She wanted to take her time, she didn’t want this moment to pass. 

Your hands move down to hold onto her waist, pulling her body closer to yours. She hums in delight and wraps her hands around your shoulders. Her thumb slowly rubs circles against your neck. A small distraction before she brushes her tongue against your bottom lip. Your eyes pop open in surprise. You take a step back, bringing your hands up to your lip. Your chest moves in and down fast. Your body feels like it's on fire. She stands still and waits for your next move. She doesn’t pressure you into anything. Her lipstick is smudged, yet she still looks so good. 

You crash your lips onto her, and she muffles in shock. Your hands move around her waist and down to her thighs like that one time she showed you. She lets out a soft moan between the kisses, adding more fuel to your hunger. She starts pulling you towards her bed. The edge of the bed hits the back of her legs, causing her to fall onto the bed. You follow along, trapping her body between your arms. Her thighs rub against your core. She slides her tongue against yours, making you buckle your hips into her. She softly hums and slowly pulls away from the kiss.

“Tell me what to do,” You whisper, your eyes dripping in lust. Her chest moves up and down fast as she giggles. Her cheeks are bright pink, and her hair is messy. She spreads her legs wider, exposing the red lace panties she has underneath her skirt. 

“Kneel,” She breathes. You immediately fall onto your knees, getting a full view of her core. The scent of her arousal makes you clench your thighs together. Her long fingers loop around her panties, and she tugs them off. She scrunches her skirt up. She bites her bottom lip in excitement. 

“Make me come,” She orders. You stick out your tongue and slowly move your mouth towards her core. You give her a small, cautious lick. She places her elbow beside her body to carefully watch you. You continue licking her hole to collect more of her sweet nectar. It coats your tongue deliciously, making you hum. She places one hand on top of your head, pushing you closer. Your tongue starts to flick against her small nub, causing her to grunt in pleasure. 

“I like that,” She moans. Her moans are high-pitched and cute. You wrap your lips around her nub to suck. She arches her back and grinds her pussy deeper into your mouth. You pull away and look up at her. Her silky juice coats all over your lips and tongue. She blushes at how good her wetness looks on you. Her fingers begin to brush your hair sweetly. 

“Am I doing well?” You ask, breathing heavily. She nods her head and smiles. 

“Yes,” She responds before tapping your head to go back to pleasing her. You stretch your tongue long to go deep into her pussy. Her walls slightly clench around your pink muscle. She cries out a moan and bucks her hips. The grip on your head starts to tighten. You drag your tongue to swirl quick circles around her numb. She tilts her head back, and a curse word escapes her mouth. Her thighs begin to twitch. All her composure seems to be breaking down. You place your hands against her shaking thighs, pushing them to keep them from closing. She lets out a sharp whine. You suck and flick your tongue harshly agaisnt her nub. Her stomach tenses as she feels herself coming close. 

“I-I’m close,” She chokes out. 

You look up from between her legs. Her cheeks are bright red, and her lips are swollen from how hard she's biting her lips to keep herself from screaming. Her free hands move up to grip her chest. Her hard nipple peeks up from behind the white button-up. You flick your tongue harder and faster, causing her breathing to stop. Her eyes roll back as you feel her wetness drip down your chin. Her body twitches and high-pitched moans slip out of her mouth. You slow down your pace, allowing her to ride out the orgasm. You pull away, licking your lips. She lies lifelessly on her bed, trying to catch her breath. You move up to her body, rubbing your skirt against her sensitive core. She cries out and attempts to close her legs, but your thighs limit her. You kiss her neck, biting slightly against the skin. Your hips grinds into her, signaling how needy you were. She chuckles and turns her head to kiss you. She tastes herself on your mouth. 

“Please,” You beg, slightly pulling away from the kiss. She ignores you and continues to kiss you slowly. 

“Please fuck me,” You cry out rubbing your cothed core into her. Her eyes darken, and she bites your lower lip. 

“If that's what you want,” She purrs, sliding her hands down into your skirt. She feels your wet, damp underwear beneath her fingertips. She giggles and playfully pinches your clit. You whine and jerk your core away