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If Hanamaru was really honest with herself, she was honestly upset that she had to give up her activities as the library aid.

Thankfully being a part of the school idol club was allowed, and Aqours usually didn't practice for very long, which was a plus. She had to wave goodbye to her friends as she rushed to the sleek car that had parked nearby, trying to get to it fast before some of her friends asked. Since she wasn't going home with Ruby anymore, they'd had a few questions, but it'd usually stopped when she said it was something to do with her parents and the shrine--which wasn't exactly wrong!

As she came to a stop in front of the car and slid in once it was opened for her, Hanamaru pursed her lips and slid into the car, pulling down her long skirt and exhaling slowly.

As of today, it'd be a week that she'd been pushed into this arrangement with Takamori-san. Going 'home' this way still felt wrong and foreign, though especially so with the added... could she call them 'security'?

Hanamaru leaned back, closing her eyes as she tried to both catch her breath and clear her mind. The one week was over without much fuss, so maybe the arrangement wouldn't be so bad?

The car purred into motion with everyone inside, and she peered at the windows, watching the ocean pass by as they started their way back to Takamori-san's home.

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"Ah--"

His tugging had her resisting a bit, knees knocking together. She was wearing a skirt! His reminder of what they'd done last night just had her blushing further, swallowing hard. She certainly hadn't ever been expecting on giving up her virginity to anyone, much less a yakuza--she'd never expected to have sex at all, and here she was, still feeling kind of sore over last night.

"It's not very dull at all, we were learning about--"

The second pull, though, that caught her off-guard, her mind on the Japanese literature books she'd been reading. Ending up sprawled over his lap with her legs on the opposite sides of him and her long skirt hitched up to her thighs, she made an undignified stammering noise, the position reminding her a little too much of last night. She'd even dropped her school bag in surprise.

Hanamaru pressed her hands against his chest, trying to keep something of a distance. "I think you were the one thinking about that the most-zura."

He grinned down at her - not kindly, but possessively. Now that she was in his lap, he loomed over her small frame, large hands trailing down her hips to the edge of her skirt, hitching it up further. They were outright facing the road - even if barely anybody drove up this way, somebody still could. And it wasn't that far from the edge of his home to the road.

"And you weren't?" He asked, cigarette smoke blowing directly past her face. "Liar. No way you weren't at least feeling it. I had you screaming so loud, half the guys were complaining about it keeping them up."

That was an exaggeration - but she didn't need to know that. He wanted more of that undignified stammering, after all, wanted to see her drop her guard. She was tiny, and young. What wasn't there to like about getting her all embarrassed?

"Dishonest little girls get punished, you know."

He hiked up her skirt, and she removed one hand from his chest to push it back down, a helplessly flustered noise escaping her throat. His words did nothing to quell her anxiety--that was probably the point--and she tried to find her voice all over again.

"I'm not being dishonest! It--it hurt, it made practicing our dances difficult-zura!" They'd noticed, and Hanamaru wasn't quite sure how to feel about that. She didn't want them to know that this was the reality of what happened after the school idol club finished practice, and she knew she couldn't just decide to stay longer...

"If--if I was so loud, then..." Another noise escaped her as her head tipped down, her tone utterly embarrassed. "I didn't mean to keep them up... you were being rough!"

He pushed her hand away from her skirt with his, then went right back to lifting it up - he wanted a clear look at her underwear, at the very least, and he wasn't going to let some tiny fifteen year old push him out of what he wanted.

"It's how you like it, isn't it? I'm not going to treat my girl like some kind of doll. Especially when she wants me to fuck her."

Of course, he'd forced her into begging for it - but she had still begged for it. He brushed against her thigh for a second, wrist keeping her skirt in place as he peered around to get a good look at her underwear. "I bet you want it right here, right?" He teased in her ear, hands drifting higher.

"I'd like it if you weren't so rough!"

She insisted, her voice clear without a stammer, though that didn't last long. His fingers brushed against the sensitive, soft skin of her thigh and she squeaked, and shoved at his chest, mouth parted in surprise.

"N-no! I don't want it here! Someone--"

She quickly dropped her voice from normal level to a whisper, "Someone could see, I don't want that-zura! I don't want that at all!"

He gawked down at her for a second - voice clear, shoving away at him. In a way, it was pretty impressive. He guessed somewhere along the line, her family really had been yakuza. If she had that much fight in her.

But, well, that didn't last. His grin returned, he leaned down to rest his head on her shoulder as he trailed idle circles against her thigh.

"Fine, fine. I'll take you back to my room and be gentle with you. How does that sound? Hana-chan? But...

How about you ask me to? Something like, say, 'please fuck me, daddy...?'"

After all, he could just take her by force here, if he wanted - if he gave her a few threats about her mother, or her friends, or pictures, or any other silly thing, she'd give in. But it didn't really matter to him where he did it - what mattered was getting her to admit she wanted it. That was the game, after all. She'd been forced to come here, so the thing that most interested him was making her want to stay.

She whimpered softly, feeling herself grow a little hot. She couldn't help it--the past few days, she'd grown used to his touch, and so she just responded to how she knew she should--when he touched her, it usually lead up into intimacy, so her body reacted instinctively.

"Zura! That's--!"

Hanamaru quieted, because she knew exactly what he was capable of. He was much bigger than her (in every way, apparently) and if she resisted, there was no telling that that wouldn't be the final straw here. She'd already been resisting him since she got here, would he let her resist again?

"D-do I have to-zura?" she asked, her voice quieter, a distasteful look on her face. "Um... please..." Hanamaru tilted her head down, putting a hand over her mouth, looking up at him through her dark brown lashes. "Please... fuck me, daddy...?"

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