Genderbent Yuu and Mika Drabbles

As Guren's melodic song drew to a close, a slow smile crept across his face, his eyes fluttering shut in contentment. He moved closer to Yuichiro, their lips hovering mere inches apart, an electric tension crackling in the air between them. The unexpected gesture caught Yuu off guard, and she gasped, instinctively placing her hands on his chest to gently push him away.

"W-what do you think you're doing, Guren? This isn't like you!" Yuichiro's voice trembled, wide eyes reflecting surprise and confusion.

Guren met her gaze with an expression that was calm yet tinged with amusement, his curiosity evident.

"You're wrong, Yuu. This is exactly like me; I've just kept it hidden because I didn't want anyone to know how I truly felt about you."

Heat rushed to Yuichiro's cheeks, igniting a blush that spread across her face. "But I thought you only saw me as a child!" she protested, desperation lacing her words. "When did that change?"

A playful glimmer sparked in Guren's eyes as he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper that made her skin prickle.

"It changed the moment I realized that the little girl I had nurtured and vowed to protect had blossomed into a beautiful, fierce woman," he breathed, his warm breath grazing her skin. "A woman who still looks at me with the same adoration and trust she had when she was just a child."

Yuichiro's thoughts whirled, grappling with the implications of his words. She had always viewed Guren as a guardian and mentor, someone to look up to, but never had she considered the possibility of something deeper, something more intimate. The concept of him as a potential lover was both exhilarating and terrifying, leaving her feeling as if she stood on the edge of a precipice, peering into an abyss of uncertainty.

Guren's piercing gaze held hers, a burning intensity that made her heart race. "I've been waiting for what feels like an eternity for you to truly see me, Yuu," he murmured, his voice low and intimate. "And now that you do, I won't let you look away."

As he leaned in and tried to kiss her once more, Yuichiro hesitated, her heart pounding with uncertainty and fear. Guren's expression shifted to one of puzzlement, his brows furrowing slightly.

"Why do you shy away from me, Yuu?" he asked, his voice dripping with a sultry timbre as his finger traced the delicate curve of her cheek. "You were quite bold when you tried to seduce Shinya…" *1*

Yuichiro's cheeks flushed crimson, her eyes wide with disbelief. "W-what? I have no idea what you're talking about!" she exclaimed, a wave of terror crashing over her as the realization dawned that Guren might be privy to her secret infatuation with his best friend.

Guren let out a low, throaty chuckle, the sound reverberating between them like a teasing echo in the air.

"Oh, don't play coy with me, Yuu. I know all about your little crush on Shinya. I can practically smell him on you right now; he didn't even need to whisper a word. I must admit, I'm a bit disappointed that you would so easily offer yourself to him, yet shy away from me like a timid rabbit. If you can kiss Shinya, why not me? After all, I'm more...experienced than he is…"

To her surprise, a sharp pang of jealousy welled up within Yuichiro at Guren's revelation, despite the nagging awareness that Guren's "experience" was a given, considering their nearly ten-year age gap. It suddenly dawned on Yuu that the special friend Guren had once mentioned was likely an previous lover of his. Words tumbled chaotically in her mind as she fumbled to deny Guren's claim, but deep down, they both knew the unvarnished truth.

Before Yuu could muster a response, Guren pulled her toward him once more, pressing his lips against hers with a gentle yet insistent urgency. Yuichiro hesitated at first, caught off guard by the intensity of the moment, but as Guren's tongue swept into her mouth, she felt a rush of pleasure flood through her, washing away her doubts.

As they kissed, Guren's hands roamed over her body, exploring her curves and contours with a deftness that made her feel as if she were melting into him. A powerful heat enveloped her, igniting a fire within her that she couldn't hope to control. In that moment, she realized she had never felt this way before—not even with Shinya. The world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them, intertwined in a dance of desire and discovery, standing on the precipice of something entirely new.

As they finally pulled apart, gasping for breath, Yuichiro found herself ensnared in Guren's gaze. His eyes were a tempest of emotions—yearning, affection, and something deeper. She couldn't help but wonder what had prompted him to act this way. Why was he kissing her with such fervor? The intensity of his look, a combination of desire and admiration, made her heart race uncontrollably.

"I...I don't understand," Yuichiro managed to stammer, her voice trembling and barely a whisper.

Guren flashed her an enigmatic smile, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "You don't have to understand, Yuu," he murmured, his breath warm against her flushed skin. "Just feel."

In that moment, as they remained locked in a shared gaze that felt electric, Yuichiro became acutely aware of something hard pressing against her thigh. Her eyes widened in surprise, and instinctively, she shifted her legs, trying to distance herself from the awkwardness of the moment. Even as a virgin maid, she still knew what that was. Guren couldn't help but chuckle at her reaction, bouncing her playfully on his knee.

"What's the matter, Yuu?" he teased, his voice dripping with playful arrogance. "Surely my feelings for you are clear enough. Or are you just pretending not to notice that little part of me nudging your thigh like that?"

Yuichiro's cheeks flared a deep crimson, embarrassment flooding her senses. Yet, despite her discomfort, she couldn't ignore the spark of attraction that flickered to life within her. It felt like she was teetering on the edge of something both exhilarating and daunting, and with Guren beside her, it was a leap she found herself wanting to take.

"W...what do you mean?" she stammered, her voice barely more than a whisper as she instinctively placed her hands on Guren's shoulders, grasping him for balance. The warmth radiating from his skin seeped into her palms, intensifying the flush that spread across her face.

Guren let out a soft laugh as he leaned closer. "I mean, would you like to see more? You seemed to appreciate my... assets... that day I saved you from drowning, remember?" His words were laced with amusement, and Yuichiro's face flamed with embarrassment as her mind flashed back to that day.

She swallowed hard, realizing with a surge of mortification that Guren had indeed caught her admiring his toned physique after he had pulled from the lake and resuscitated her. She had hoped he'd forgotten that awkward moment, but no such luck. Guren's eyes danced with mirth, and he continued to bounce her gently on his knee, the playful motion causing her heart to flutter with a mix of embarrassment and intrigue.

"You were so engrossed in your staring that you didn't even notice I was watching you," he whispered, his breath warm against her ear. "I must admit, that I was quite flattered by your interest." The recollection of being caught admiring him made Yuichiro's face burn even hotter, and she couldn't help but squirm under his teasing gaze.

Guren's hands slipped from her waist to her hips, his fingers pressing gently into her skin as he pulled her closer.

"So, Yuu, are you curious about what lies beneath my clothes?" he teased, sending another jolt of nervous energy through her.

Yuichiro hesitated, her heart racing as she searched for words.

"I..." she began, only to falter again, her mind a swirl of emotions. It was a rare moment for her to find herself utterly speechless, yet here she was, grappling with a desire she couldn't fully comprehend. Saying "No" felt like a lie, but saying "Yes" was terrifying.

Without waiting for her to respond, Guren continued, his tone playful yet suggestive.

"Should I take that as a 'yes' then?" His gaze bore into hers, intense and alluring. "You know, curiosity can lead to powerful things," he continued, his voice smooth and enveloping her like a warm embrace. "It can unveil new experiences, new adventures. And I promise you, Yuichiro, being with me will never be dull."

Feeling a rush of courage mixed with trepidation, Yuichiro shyly nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. With tentative hands, she reached for the hem of Guren's unbuttoned shirt, slowly pulling it off his shoulders and down his arms as he assisted her by freeing his hands from the sleeves. As the fabric fell away, revealing the sculpted muscles of his chest, her breath caught in her throat. The sight of him was intoxicating, sending a thrill racing through her veins, and for a fleeting moment, she was lost in the sheer strength and confidence he radiated.

Guren leaned back slightly, allowing her to take in the full view of his physique. The way he carried himself, exuding both charm and power, was utterly magnetic. The gleam of mischief in his eyes only heightened the tumult of emotions swirling within her, a delicious blend of fear and longing.

"Well? Like what you see?" he teased, his voice dripping with playful confidence. Yuichiro swallowed hard, her pulse quickening as she searched for a response. The heat of embarrassment mixed with an unexpected surge of confidence, igniting a newfound boldness she never knew existed.

"I... I do," she finally managed to say, the admission stirring a thrill of empowerment within her. Guren's smile widened, a mixture of triumph and warmth illuminating his features.

"Good," he purred, his tone low and inviting. "Because there's so much more to discover, Yuu."

As if to demonstrate, Guren captured her hands in his once more, guiding them down to his pants, still buttoned and zipped. Though Yuichiro had no experience in this realm, the intent was unmistakable. She appreciated that Guren was allowing her to set the pace, which eased her anxiety. Trying to mask her embarrassment, she swiftly undid the buttons and pulled down the zipper, all the while avoiding his penetrating gaze. The air between them was thick with anticipation, and Yuichiro knew they were on the brink of an uncharted territory, one that promised both exhilaration and vulnerability.

And no sooner was she done with that, Yuichiro felt Guren close a hand around her right wrist and give it a gentle tug: right inside his pants and past his undergarments. Yuichiro gasped when she found her hand closing around something quite long and hard, no doubt the most intimate part of her lover's body. With his hand gripping hers, he coaxed and guided Yuichiro into pumping his bare, hard member until she finally caught on enough to continue alone.

Guren wanted Yuichiro to push herself a little more, so he feigned indifference, masking the delight that danced behind his eyes. Yet, the flush creeping across his face betrayed his true feelings, a struggle to suppress a groan of pleasure. Unbeknownst to him, Yuichiro reveled in this game of control, relishing the power she wielded over the normally stoic man. Each time she slowed her movements, his eyes glazed with longing; they widened in anticipation, and his lower lip jutted out, begging for more. It was a delicious sight, one that ignited a spark of satisfaction deep within her.

For someone who always tried to act so tough, Yuichiro thought Guren was awfully cute when he looked so vulnerable like this. If she remembered correctly, the other girls of her dorm referred to this sexual act as a "hand job." And, as obsessed as Yuu was with her training and studies then, she couldn't deny that such talk among her classmates had piqued her interest, even if she pretended otherwise.

Yuichiro had never realized how such a simple gesture could evoke such profound pleasure in a man—especially Guren, of all people. She had witnessed him consistently rebuff advances from both men and women, leading her to believe he harbored no sexual desires whatsoever. *2*

As Yuichiro continued to work her hand up and down Guren's length, she couldn't help but feel a sense of empowerment wash over her. She had never imagined that she would be in this position, with her guardian's pleasure literally in the palm of her hand. The look on his face, a mix of concentration and bliss, only added to her excitement.

"Mmm... that feels exquisite, Yuu. You're such a delightful girl... But now, let me show you what I mean..."

Before she could utter a word of inquiry, Guren's hands glided to her shoulders, gently tugging at her white cotton nightgown. With a smooth motion, he lowered the fabric, unveiling her upper body, bare and beautiful, mirroring his own skin. Now, Yuichiro found herself adorned only in her delicate frilly white panties, a tantalizing contrast to the soft nightgown that had once draped her.

As Guren undressed her, a flicker of intrigue crossed Yuichiro's mind. How had she awoken in such pristine condition, adorned in that delicate nightgown? If neither Sayuri nor Shigure had been responsible for changing her out of her JIDA uniform while she lay unconscious, then that left an unsettling implication...

"D...did you...?" Yuichiro stammered, but the words faltered and faded away when Guren effortlessly drew the remnants of her nightgown down her hips, his strong hands cradling her as he lifted her into his arms, carrying her bridal style back to the very bed where she had first regained consciousness.

"Hmmm? Did I what, Yuu?" Guren purred teasingly, his breath warm against her neck as he nuzzled her gently before laying her down on the bed, clad only in her panties, while he hovered above her. This new position provided Yuichiro with a breathtaking view of his strong, magnificent physique, revealed in all its glory above the waist—for the moment, leaving her in a state of tantalizing uncertainty.

Yuichiro wanted to ask Guren if he was the one who changed her out of her uniform and into the nightgown she was wearing until it ended up being left on the couch behind them. But try as she might, the question would not leave her lips. Not when she was distracted by...other things.

Convinced that her demon was playing another trick on her, just like the 19th-century themed illusion he'd conjured up during their battle for dominance in her subconscious, Yuichiro silently reached out to Asuramaru within her mind. Her tone was laced with a mix of annoyance and wariness.

"Asuramaru, this better not be one of your stupid jokes, because it's not funny!"

"Why, whatever do you mean?" Asuramaru's response was laced with mock innocence.

"Don't play dumb! I told you to stop creating illusions or dreams of Guren to mess with me!" Yuichiro's mental voice was firm and commanding.

"And I've kept my promise, Miss Hyakuya..." Asuramaru's tone was tinged with a hint of amusement.

"What? You mean this is real? It can't be!" *3*

Refusing to believe Asuramaru's denial, Yuichiro tried to pinch herself awake, but her attempt was thwarted when Guren's hands closed tightly around her wrists, pulling them high above her head. He kissed her again, his tongue sliding inside her mouth with a provocative rhythm that mimicked the act of love-making.

If Asuramaru was lying, and this was indeed a dream, it would be his most audacious illusion yet. As Guren's tongue danced with hers, Yuichiro's mind struggled to distinguish reality from fantasy. The sensations were so vivid, so real, that she couldn't shake off the feeling that this was more than just a dream. Guren's hands released her wrists, and he trailed his fingers down her arms, to her sensitive sides. His mouth left hers, and he gazed into her eyes, his own burning with a fierce passion.

"Tell me, Yuu," he whispered, his breath caressing her skin. "Do you want this? Do you want me?"

Yuichiro's heart skipped a beat as she searched for an answer. She had never imagined being in this position, with Guren asking her such a question. But as she looked into his eyes, she saw something there that made her heart flutter.

"Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Guren's face illuminated with a triumphant smile, and he leaned in to claim her lips once more. This time, his kiss was more ardent, more unyielding. Yuichiro felt her defenses crumble as she surrendered to the torrent of sensations that coursed through her veins. The overwhelming desire that had been simmering beneath the surface finally boiled over, consuming her every waking thought.

As Guren's lips mastered hers, Yuichiro's mind reeled with the implications of this newfound connection. She had always regarded him as a guardian, a protector, but now she beheld him in a different light. The passion that burned in his eyes, the unbridled desire that coursed through his very being, left her breathless and wanting. Guren's hands roamed her body, tracing the curves and contours of her form with a tender reverence that made her cheeks flush. Yuichiro felt herself melting into his touch, like wax surrendering to the heat of a flame, powerless to resist the all-consuming passion that had taken hold of her.

And if Yuichiro had any more notions of this being a dream or figment of her imagination, they quickly vanished when she felt him release one of her wrists before pulling off her panties, parting her legs slightly with his free hand, and sliding a warm finger inside her.

Yuichiro yelped before she found herself moaning with pleasure when Guren took his finger out and started rubbing that sensitive nub between her legs with the pads of his other fingers until she felt herself getting wet down there, exciting her.

As he expected, Yuichiro was untouched; Guren had made sure of that when he scared off the boys at her school who tried to get too close to Yuichiro without his permission. She was his and his alone. Guren's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched Yuichiro's face contort in pleasure. He had been waiting for this moment for so long, and it was even more exquisite than he had imagined. His fingers danced across her skin, teasing and tantalizing her until she was writhing beneath him. *4*

Breathing heavily, the younger girl felt the heat of pleasure building within her; it wouldn't be long before she tipped over the edge. Just as Yuichiro was about to find her peak, Guren suddenly withdrew his hand, leaving her to whimper softly in disappointment, her eyes locked onto him with a mix of desire and longing.

Amused, Guren couldn't resist the urge to tease his young lover. "You're absolutely adorable when you do that, Yuu…"

Her eyes narrowed, and she gasped indignantly, "Why…you…pompous…ass!" The words spilled from her lips reflexively, echoing the same insult she had thrown at him during their duel in front of the whole MDC.

But this time, her irritation wasn't rooted in frustration over Guren's underestimation of her combat skills, but from his intentional denial of her pleasure.

A smug grin spread across his face as he asked, "But, Yuu, just moments ago, you didn't even want me kissing you, and now you want this? What made you change your mind?" The amusement in his voice only added to Yuichiro's growing irritation, her glare intensifying as she struggled to reconcile her conflicting emotions.

The words sent a flush of heat through Yuichiro's face, and she tried to push him away, but Guren's arms held her in place like a vice.

"You're so beautiful when you're angry," he breathed, his lips inches from hers, teasing her with the promise of a kiss.

Yuichiro's anger faltered, and she tried to hide her embarrassment behind a mask of indignation. But Guren knew her too well, and he saw right through her facade. He'd long since learned to read the contradictions between her words and emotions, and he could sense the desire simmering beneath her surface.

The muffled sound of "baka" under her breath only confirmed his suspicions.

"Hmm, what was that?" Guren asked, his eyes glinting with amusement.

Yuichiro gritted her teeth, forcing the words out of her mouth, "Baka Guren!"

"Hmm, maybe. But you want some more of this 'baka,' don't you, Yuichiro?"

The question hung in the air, a challenge that Yuichiro refused to answer. Instead, she pouted, her lips curling into a sullen expression. But her body betrayed her, her soft, plump lips inviting another kiss. And in a move that spoke louder than words, Yuichiro looped her arms around Guren's neck, pulling him down for just that.

The older man gave Yuu another one of his teasing smirks as he easily broke from her hold.

"You disappoint me, Yuichiro. Did you really expect me to give you little treats like that for free?" he asked in a mischievous tone.

"Hey, no fair! You started it!" Yuichiro pouted in a childish manner as if she were still the twelve-year old girl Guren took under his wing instead of the teenager on the threshold of womanhood that she was now.

Guren's eyes sparkled with mischief as he teased, "Hmm, true. I guess I was being nice and generously giving you free samples," his voice dripping with sarcasm, as if he'd been handing out candies instead of clandestine pleasures.

Yuichiro's face twisted in a scowl, her eyes flashing with annoyance.

"Hmph! Don't expect me to beg, you bastard!" she snapped, her tongue darting out in a defiant gesture, her position rendering her unable to cross her arms and turn away.

Guren's laughter was low and husky, his nose brushing against hers as he whispered.

"Yes, I know how much you hate begging, proud girl that you are." His breath danced across her skin. "But if you want more, you'll have to earn it."

Yuichiro's eyes narrowed, her voice laced with frustration.

"Earn it?" she repeated, her mind racing with the implications. "What do you mean?"

Guren's grin grew wider, his eyes glinting with amusement as he leaned in closer, his voice taking on a seductive tone. "I mean, if you want more of this," he whispered, his words dripping with intimacy, "You'll have to show me that you're willing to give as much as you take."

Yuichiro's face flushed with heat as she protested, "That's not fair, Guren, you know I'm not...experienced. You saw to that when you scared all those boys at school away from me." Her voice was tinged with accusation, but Guren just chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mirth.

"I did, didn't I?" he recalled, a self-satisfied smile spreading across his face. "But that's exactly why I'm willing to teach you, Yuu. I want to be the one to show you the ropes, to guide you through this journey of discovery."

Yuichiro's face burned with a mix of embarrassment and desire as she realized what Guren was implying. He was offering to teach her, to guide her, and to show her the secrets of intimacy.

And though Guren's words were laced with teasing and playfulness, his eyes told her that he was dead serious about what he said: she was his. Not Mika's, nor Shinya's, nor anyone else's. The unspoken claim hung in the air, a palpable tension that left Yuichiro breathless.

And were Shinya not his best friend, Guren would not have hesitated to sever his head or run him through with his sword for daring to touch and kiss Yuichiro, even if she was the one who initiated it. So Guren decided that letting his so-called best friend stew in his jail cell for a while longer before he freed him would do.

Taking the hint, she nodded, a wave of relief washing over her as she realized Guren wasn't going to make her beg for what she wanted. While Yuichiro might have had little experience in the art of pleasing men, she certainly wasn't entirely clueless. With her keen hearing, she often overheard her female classmates sharing bold tales of their escapades and fantasies with their boyfriends, even if she typically dismissed them as exaggerated fabrications. Yuu always assumed that the other girls read too many trashy romance novels or watched too many movies they weren't old enough to see.

As if to challenge her disinterest, Shinoa had even gifted Yuichiro a Japanese-translated copy of the renowned erotic French novel, The Lover, by Marguerite Duras. It was a gentle nudge, urging her to consider desires beyond her relentless focus on training and vampire extermination. *5*

Out of politeness, Yuu had expressed gratitude for the novel, insisting she wasn't interested in such themes. Yet, hidden beneath her bravado, she had secretly dedicated what little free time she could carve out to exploring its pages under the dim light of her dorm room, curiosity igniting her imagination.

Before the shocking revelation of Mikaela's survival, Yuichiro couldn't deny the occasional, unadulterated fantasies of her mentor that flitted through her mind as she eagerly consumed each chapter—especially the passionate love scenes—often envisioning herself and Guren in the throes of romance, mirroring the main couple's fervor.

Yet, she had consistently brushed aside these thoughts as mere daydreams, convinced that Guren would never regard her in that way.

But now, as she looked into Guren's eyes, she realized that maybe her female classmates weren't just talking nonsense after all. Maybe there was some truth to their whispers and giggles. And maybe, just maybe, she was about to find out for herself.

"Would you like me to, Yuu?" Guren asked, snapping the younger girl out of her thoughts.

Yuichiro blinked, a rush of understanding flooding her mind as she searched Guren's eyes for the truth hidden within his words. The flicker of challenge igniting his gaze sparked a fierce determination within her. She had spent countless hours longing for a moment like this, grappling with doubts about whether it would ever materialize. Now, standing on the precipice of something monumental, she resolved that fear would no longer dictate her choices.

"Yes," she replied, her voice gaining strength, infused with newfound resolve.

A glimmer of delight danced in Guren's eyes as he finally released Yuichiro, granting her the freedom to act on her desires. She took the initiative, her hands pressing firmly against his chest as she gently pushed him back until he was lying underneath her, a shift in power that felt electric.

Drawing in a deep breath, Yuichiro leaned closer, her fingers gliding delicately down Guren's sculpted torso, tracing the powerful lines of his body like an artist admiring a masterpiece. The heat radiating from his skin enveloped her, igniting a thrill that sent a shiver of anticipation racing through her veins. Each ridge and contour awakened a reckless courage deep within her, urging her forward. When her hands reached his hips, she paused for a heartbeat, locking eyes with him; a tempest of uncertainty and fierce determination swirled in her gaze. Guren's smoldering look, dark and thick with desire, quickened her pulse. It felt as if she stood on the precipice of an endless abyss, ready to plunge into the intoxicating thrill of the unknown.

"Go on… I'm all yours…" the older man teased, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes, fully aware that Yuichiro's innocence was merely a facade, especially in light of her audacious encounter with Shinya. Even if that encounter was only a strategic ploy to lower his guard so she could return to city hall and confront Crowley for Guren's freedom, the weight of her intentions lingered thick in the air between them.

Feeling emboldened by his words, Yuichiro ventured further, her fingers trailing lower until they reached the waistband of his pants. For a fleeting moment, she hesitated, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm in her chest. But Guren's gaze met hers—steady, filled with encouragement and promise, silently urging her forward.

Gathering her courage, Yuichiro took a deep breath and deftly slipped her fingers beneath the waistband, cautiously pushing down the fabric until she finally freed him. As she had anticipated, her lover's body was a sight to behold—each muscle sculpted to perfection, a testament to his strength and relentless training. Her breath caught in her throat as she absorbed the breathtaking view before her, the raw masculinity radiating from him sending an exhilarating thrill coursing through her veins.

As Yuichiro's hands glided over Guren's body, a thrilling mix of excitement and nervousness coursed through her veins. She had never envisioned herself in such an intimate moment, with her guardian sprawled beneath her, his eyes shimmering with desire. Yet, as she gazed into those depths, her heart raced at what she saw reflected back. It was a profound look of trust, of surrender, and an undeniable passion that ignited something deep within her.

"Go on, Yuu. Show me what you've got."

But she didn't let her embarrassment get the better of her. Instead, she leaned in, her lips inches from his, and whispered, "I'll show you."

With a sly smile, she started to explore him, her lips tracing a path of tender kisses down his chest and abs, building anticipation before finally wrapping her hand around his arousal. The softest whisper of her tongue against his skin made him gasp in surprise, despite having invited her to take control.

Yet, Yuichiro's tantalizing tease was far from over. She lavished attention on the tip of his member, swirling her tongue around the sensitive head, leaving Guren's breath caught in his throat. The raven-haired beauty then took him fully into her mouth, her bed mate's moans echoing through the air as he buried his fingers deep within her tresses. As his pleasure reached a boiling point, Guren's grip on Yuichiro's hair tightened, sending a faint ache through her scalp, but she reveled in the knowledge that she held the reins, and he was at her mercy.

With a mischievous glint in her eye, Yuichiro pulled away just as Guren was on the cusp of climax, leaving him gasping and his eyes snapping open in frustration and desire.

"You little tease," he growled with unfulfilled longing. "You're going to pay for that."

Yuichiro's eyes sparkled with amusement as she leaned in close to Guren's ear, her breath dancing across his skin.

"Oh, I'm shaking with fear," she whispered, her voice laced with sarcasm.

Guren's eyes gleamed with a mixture of annoyance and desire as he reached out to capture Yuichiro, much like she had attempted to do to him earlier.

"You're so naughty, Yuu…" he growled, his voice husky with unfulfilled passion.

Yuichiro's heart was racing as she locked eyes with Guren, her gaze electrified by the intensity of the moment.

"Haha… well, I had to learn it from somewhere. Or rather someone…" Yuichiro giggled, trying to dodge Guren's grasp, but he was relentless.

"Well, I'm allowed to. You're not, brat."

"Haha, you can't catch me!" Yuichiro taunted, but Guren's eyes gleamed with amusement as he effortlessly caught her with his long reach.

As he wrapped his arms around her, Yuichiro's excitement was tempered by a hint of fear. She had never seen Guren like this before, his eyes ablaze with a fierce passion. She tried to squirm out of his grasp, but he held her tight, his fingers digging gently into her skin.

"You think you can tease me and get away with it?" he whispered, his breath dancing across her skin. "Think again, Yuu." Without another word, Guren pulled Yuichiro over his lap, bending her over until she was lying on her stomach, a mirror image of the day she had tried to evade punishment for swatting him in the rear during their training session at the waterfall grounds.

"Oh no, don't you dare, baka!" Yuichiro yelled with anticipation as she realized what was coming next. Guren's mischievous grin only fueled her anxiety.

"Oh, I dare," he said, his voice dripping with confidence, as his hand came down on Yuichiro's rear, the sound of the slap echoing through the room like a crack of thunder.

Yuichiro's eyes widened in surprise, and she let out a yelp of shock. The memory of the day he spanked her for pranking him and having to save her from drowning after she fell off the waterfall ledge, came flooding back. * 6*

Yuichiro's face burned with embarrassment as she tried to wriggle free from Guren's grasp, but his grip was like a vice, holding her firm. His hand came down again and again, each slap making her yelp in surprise. She had never felt so embarrassed, yet, at the same time, aroused. The sensation of Guren's hand on her backside, the sound of the slaps echoing through the room, it was all so overwhelming.

"Stop it, Guren! You're going to pay for this!" Yuichiro shouted, trying to squirm out of his grasp, but Guren just laughed, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

"Oh, I'm shaking with fear," he teased, playfully mimicking her earlier words. "You're adorable when you're angry, Yuu."

Yuichiro's irritation morphed into an exasperated realization: Guren was absolutely enjoying this, that he was getting off on her reactions. She tried to calm down, to think of a way to get out of this situation, but found, to her dismay, that her thoughts were a chaotic jumble. Just when Yuichiro thought she couldn't take it anymore, Guren's hands suddenly stilled, and he leaned in tantalizingly close to her ear, his warm breath igniting goosebumps across her skin.

"Now, are you going to apologize for teasing me?"

"I...I won't apologize!" Yuichiro shouted stubbornly, trying to sound braver than she felt.

Guren's laughter reverberated through the room, a knowing sound that suggested he was all too aware of the thrill sparking between them. Even if she wouldn't admit it, Yuichiro was undeniably caught in the web of this exhilarating game.

"Oh, Yuu, you're so stubborn," he whispered, his breath dancing across her skin. "I love that about you."

Yuichiro gasped as Guren's hand met her bare bottom once more, the sharp sting of the slap quickly melting into a tender caress that drew a soft moan from her lips. She fought to contain her response, yet her body, betraying her resolve, eagerly surrendered to the warmth of his touch, her yearning for him deepening with each passing moment.

"I... I hate you, Guren," Yuichiro stammered, striving for a tone of conviction. Guren's laughter erupted, rich and full, aware of the truth that lingered beneath her bravado.

"Oh, Yuu, you don't hate me," he murmured, his voice low and teasing. "You love me, and you know it.

Guren's hand came down again, and Yuichiro felt herself squirming under his touch. She tried to protest, but her words were lost in the sound of her own moans. She couldn't believe that she was actually enjoying this, that she was finding pleasure in the pain. As Guren continued to spank her, Yuichiro felt her body responding in ways she never thought possible. She was wet, and she could feel her arousal growing with each passing moment. She was torn between begging Guren to stop and begging him to continue. Guren's hand finally stilled, and he leaned in close to Yuichiro's ear, his breath dancing across her skin.

"I think that's enough for now," he whispered playfully. "You're so wet, Yuu. I can smell it."

"I...I don't know what you're talking about," Yuichiro stammered, trying to sound convincing, but Guren just chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

"Oh, Yuu, don't play coy with me," Guren teased. "I know you too well. You've always had a thing for me, and now you're finally admitting it to yourself."

Yuichiro's face burned with embarrassment as she tried to struggle out of Guren's grasp, but he held her firm, his eyes gleaming with amusement and a hint of seduction.

"You're so cute when you're trying to deny the obvious, Yuu," he teased, his breath whispering against her ear.

Guren's hand slipped between Yuichiro's legs, his fingers gliding over her skin with a soft yet purposeful caress, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her. She attempted to resist, but her body betrayed her, surrendering to the intoxicating warmth of his touch, her yearning for him intensifying with every heartbeat. The air crackled with electric tension, and Yuichiro could feel her heart racing in her chest.

"Ah...Guren," Yuichiro moaned, her voice barely above a whisper, as she felt herself getting lost in the depths of his eyes. Guren's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze burning with intensity and passion.

"Say it, Yuu," he whispered, sending a thrill through her veins. "Say you want me."

Yuichiro blushed as she searched for an answer, her mind racing with the implications of her desire. She had never imagined that she would be in this position, with Guren's fingers dancing across her skin, his eyes burning with desire. But as she turned and looked into his eyes, she saw something there that made her heart flutter - a spark of connection, a glimmer of understanding.

"I...I want you," Yuichiro whispered, her voice barely audible, as she surrendered to the desire that had been building inside her.

After she had given the answer he wanted to hear, Guren finally pulled Yuichiro from his lap and flipped her over on the bed until she was lying on her back. Playtime was over and now he was finally going to give her what they both want.

As Yuichiro lay on her back, Guren's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze burning with intensity. He could see the desire in her eyes, the need for him that she had been trying to deny for so long. He smiled, his lips curling up into a sly grin as he leaned in close to her.

"I'm going to make you mine, Yuu," he whispered, his breath dancing across her skin. "I'm going to show you what it means to be loved by me."

Yuichiro gasped as Guren's lips brushed softly against hers. She yearned to respond, but her voice tangled in a haze of breathy moans that escaped her lips instead. Guren's hands glided across her body, tracing the delicate curves and contours, igniting a thrilling sensation that made her skin tingle with electric anticipation.

As their lips moved together, Yuichiro felt herself surrendering to the intoxicating heat of his touch. She was engulfed by an insatiable fire, a fierce desire that intensified with every heartbeat, overshadowing all her thoughts. This was new territory for her—an all-consuming longing for someone that eclipsed everything else in her world.

Though his primal desire to possess his young lover surged within him, Guren recognized the profound significance of restraint. Memories of his past with Mahiru reverberated in his mind; he understood that this intimate act could evoke discomfort and even pain for a woman experiencing it for the first time; any misstep on his part could transform Yuichiro's ecstasy into anguish.

Spreading her legs wider to make room for himself, Guren became serious again when he saw Yuichiro looked up at him with an expression that bordered between excitement, curiosity, and a little fear.

"Hold onto me," he instructed her, his voice tight with deeply restrained lust.

"Yes, Guren…" Yuichiro said as she obeyed and looped her arms under his, holding him close. The younger girl gasped when she felt him finally enter her, shutting her eyes as the pressure of the sudden invasion of her body slowly built up inside her.

Like Guren, Yuichiro knew her first time would hurt, but, if she only had to bear the pain one time, it would be worth it.

Guren, acutely aware of the emotional toll this moment held for both of them, steeled himself. He didn't want to hurt Yuichiro, but he recognized that certain things were unavoidable. He focused on making this experience as gentle as possible, hoping that her resilience on the battlefield would serve her well now.

"Relax, Yuu. It will hurt less if you do."

Before the younger girl could process his words or voice her concerns, Guren suddenly withdrew, only to thrust into her with a fierce intensity that made her scream. The sound echoed in the quiet room, breaking the stillness as she instinctively released her grip on him.

For Yuichiro, it felt as though she were being torn apart. The sharp pain coursed through her, accompanied by the warmth trickling down her thighs—a stark reminder of her barrier being broken. Oddly enough, amidst the chaos of her emotions and sensations, she felt a pang of regret for the satin sheets beneath her, knowing they would be have to be thrown away. Waste was something she detested.

As she fought to steady her breath and wait for the pain to ebb, Guren looked down at her, his heart heavy with concern. Yuichiro was panting, beads of sweat glistening on her forehead, tears pooling at the corners of her eyes. The sight stirred a deep ache within him, his own worries reflected in the intensity of his gaze.

"Are you alright? How do you feel, Yuu?" he asked softly, his voice laced with concern.

After finally catching her breath, the younger girl managed a faint smile in response.

"I'm okay now, Guren…" Yuichiro said, reaching out for him once more.

With a warm smile, the older man leaned down, gently pressing his forehead against hers.

"That's great to hear. It's all behind you now. You won't have to worry about it anymore."

"Yes…" she murmured.

While Yuichiro hadn't enjoyed the experience of having her barrier broken, relief washed over her as she realized she was finally free from the last obstacle standing between her and the promises of unbridled pleasures.

Yuichiro's heart raced as she locked eyes with her lover, feeling an undeniable spark of desire ignite between them. Their shared hunger and lust hung thick in the air, intoxicating and electric. Her gaze was fierce, her own eyes smoldering with an intensity that matched his.

"I want it… give it to me," she breathed, her voice low and sultry, filled with an urgency that left no room for hesitation.

Guren's eyes flashed with a fiery passion as he held her gaze, a grin spreading across his face as he felt her longing. He could see the raw need etched in her features, a craving that seemed to deepen with each heartbeat. Leaning in closer, he allowed himself to savor the moment, his lips curving into a playful smirk.

"Oh? You presume to give me orders, Yuu? How daring!" he teased, his voice laced with a mix of challenge and admiration.

Yuichiro met his playful banter with a confident smirk of her own. "Don't hold your breath waiting for me to beg, Guren. I know you want this just as much as I do," she shot back, her tone dripping with a sultry confidence.

"You're absolutely right, my daring little firecracker. I do," he replied, his voice low and filled with desire. Without another word, he leaned down, capturing her lips in a fervent kiss, before he sank into her once more.

This time, there was no discomfort, only a profound sense of fullness and belonging that enveloped them both. Yuichiro's gaze remained locked on Guren's, her eyes ablaze with an insatiable hunger as she felt him move within her. She had never fathomed that intimacy could feel this way—so deep, so consuming, a connection that transcended the physical and enveloped their very souls.

Yuichiro surrendered to the overwhelming waves of ecstasy that coursed through her body, a breathy cry escaping her lips as Guren plunged deeper within her, igniting every nerve ending with exquisite fire. The heat radiating from her core enveloped him, a deliciously tight embrace that held him captive, stirring an insatiable hunger within. She was untouched, a pristine garden waiting to be explored, and he reveled in the knowledge that he was the first to traverse her depths.

With each thrust, he felt her warmth envelop him further, drawing him in, urging him to lose himself completely in this moment of raw intimacy. The rhythm of their bodies danced together, a sensual symphony that echoed their shared passion. Guren was determined to leave an indelible mark on her, to be the sole architect of her pleasure, crafting a world where only the two of them existed, lost in their own paradise of desire.

As he moved, he could feel her body responding, arching and writhing beneath him, gasping for more. The connection between them deepened, transcending the physical, as they both surrendered to the intoxicating thrill of exploration. Guren vowed silently that he would carve this moment into their memories, ensuring that the fire they ignited together would burn long and bright, a flame that only he would ever stoke.

As they moved together, Yuichiro's body seemed to come alive, her senses heightened as she felt every inch of Guren's body pressed against hers. She had never felt this way before, this overwhelming desire that seemed to consume her every waking thought. Guren's lips claimed hers, his tongue dancing with hers as they moved in perfect sync. Yuichiro's arms looped around his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss as she felt herself being swept away by the tide of their passion.

Though words eluded her in the midst of her intoxicating bliss, her body spoke volumes, pleading and demanding that Guren finally bring their fervent dance to its climax. Not that the older man required any prompting; he was attuned to her every need. As Guren's movements grew more passionate, Yuichiro felt her body quiver with a rising tide of ecstasy. She was on the brink, her senses engulfed by the electrifying intensity of their connection. Guren's lips departed from hers, his gaze locking onto her own, smoldering with an undeniable fervor that ignited the very air around them.

"Come for me, Yuu," he whispered. "Let go and come for me."

Yuichiro's gaze locked onto Guren's, her own eyes smoldering with an insatiable desire. She felt herself being drawn beneath the surface, her body yielding to the overwhelming tidal wave of pleasure that threatened to engulf her whole. She arched her back, nails digging deep into Guren's skin as the sensation swept over her like an irresistible current. And then, in a moment of unadulterated ecstasy, Yuichiro felt herself shatter, her body quaking with rapture as she cried out her lover's name, a symphony of bliss echoing in the air.

Guren's eyes shimmered with victory as he felt her body tighten around him, her muscles contracting in a rhythm that mirrored the frantic beating of his own heart. He sensed his own release was tantalizingly close, a sweet promise just on the horizon.

Yuichiro entwined her arms around his neck, drawing him closer as she felt the tension radiate from his body above her. Guren's gaze locked onto hers, a fierce intensity igniting in his eyes as he finally surrendered to the moment. With one final thrust, Guren buried himself deep within Yuichiro, his body trembling with ecstasy as he called out her name—a crescendo of passion that filled the space between them.

Yuichiro felt a surge of warmth flood through her, a sense of completion and satisfaction that seemed to eclipse everything else. As they lay there, entwined in each other's arms, Yuichiro and Guren seemed to be suspended in a moment of perfect stillness. The world around them melted away, leaving only the sound of their own ragged breathing and the beat of their entwined hearts. And then, as the moments ticked by, Guren finally stirred, his body relaxing as he withdrew from Yuichiro's. He gazed into her eyes, his own still burning with a soft, gentle fire.

As he breathed her name into the air, his voice barely broke the silence, yet she captured every fragile note.

"Yuu... My Yuu." The tender light that danced in his eyes shimmered with unwavering adoration, stirring a sweet flutter in Yuichiro's heart.

"Guren," she whispered in return, her voice a soft caress, her own gaze reflecting a warm, gentle glow.

As Yuichiro waited for Guren to descend from the heights of bliss they had just shared, her fingertips glided softly along his bare back, leaving a trail of shivers in their wake. The air was thick with intimacy, and as he caught his breath, Guren nestled his face into the crook of her neck, his lips brushing against her skin with a tantalizing warmth.

"Are you satisfied now, Yuu?" he asked, his voice low and thick with lingering desire.

"Very…" Yuichiro replied, her tone bright with happiness as she playfully lifted her leg to caress his toned buttocks with her bare foot. "What about you?"

A grin spread across Guren's face, a mixture of mischief and affection. "I'm... content. You were surprisingly good for someone with so little experience in pleasing a man," he quipped, his eyes glinting with playful challenge.

Yuichiro pouted, crossing her arms in mock indignation. "Well, excuse me, baka! It's not like you'd ever let me get this kind of experience anywhere else!"

Laughter bubbled from Guren, a sound that filled the room with warmth and joy. "That's true, Yuu. I've always been a bit possessive where you're concerned," he admitted, his tone softening.

Yuichiro rolled her eyes, feigning exasperation. "You think?" she retorted, her voice dripping with playful sarcasm.

Guren leaned in closer, his smile widening as he captured her lips in a tender kiss.

"I'm just glad I got to be your first," he whispered, his breath warm against her skin, igniting a delightful flutter in her chest.

Heat crept up Yuichiro's cheeks as she met his gaze, her voice barely a whisper.

"Me too, Guren."

As they lay entwined in each other's arms, Yuichiro's mind began to wander, contemplating the future that stretched before them. She had always viewed Guren as a protector, a steadfast guardian, but now he was so much more—her lover, her confidant, and her dearest friend. The glimmer in Guren's eyes mirrored her own thoughts, a shared understanding hanging in the air between them.

"I love you, Yuichiro," he murmured, sincerity etched into every syllable.

A playful grin graced Yuichiro's lips, masking the depth of her emotions.

"Whatever, Guren. I guess I'll just have to try harder next time," she replied, attempting to sound nonchalant despite the warmth flooding her cheeks.

Guren's eyes sparkled with amusement as he took in her reaction.

"I'm looking forward to it, Yuu," he replied, a teasing lilt in his voice.

In that moment, wrapped securely in each other's embrace, Yuichiro was enveloped by a profound sense of contentment. She had never envisioned herself ending up in Guren's arms, yet now that she was here, the very thought of being anywhere else felt unfathomable. Guren's fingers wove through her hair, tender and gentle, as he gazed into her eyes, searching for something deeper.

"You're mine now, Yuu," he whispered, his voice imbued with a sense of possession that made her heart race.

Yuichiro's heart skipped a beat, and she smiled softly, her eyes sparkling with affection.

"I always was, Guren," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Guren's expression softened, his gaze fixed on hers.

"So it's true? You love me, Yuichiro?"

"I do… but that doesn't mean I'll never get mad at you or your antics again," she replied, feigning vexation, though a smile tugged at her lips.

"Likewise, Yuu," Guren said with a playful roll of his eyes, pulling her into his embrace once more.

"Don't think you're off the hook yet, Guren; you still have a lot of explaining to do," Yuichiro chided, though her playful grin betrayed her lightheartedness.

Guren sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes again.

"I know, Yuu. But can we at least postpone the interrogation until tomorrow? You were so demanding, and I believe I've exhausted myself satisfying you."

Yuichiro laughed, playfully swatting his arm.

"You're the one who started all this, baka! Don't blame me for your lack of stamina."

His eyes glimmered with mischief as he teased, "I think I can manage myself, Yuu. But I must admit, you're quite the demanding lover. I'll have to make sure to keep my energy up around you."

Heat flooded Yuichiro's face, and she turned away, trying to hide her embarrassment.

"Shut up, Guren. You're just trying to distract me from getting answers out of you."

Guren leaned in, capturing her lips again in a gentle kiss.

"Maybe just a little. But I promise, Yuu, I'll tell you everything you want to know. Just give me a little time to recover, okay?"

For once, Yuichiro chose not to argue.

"Alright…" she murmured, snuggling closer to him, feeling the comfort of his presence wrap around her like a warm blanket.

Though she wouldn't admit it out loud, Yuichiro was exhausted too. Just as she gathered her thoughts to express the words she knew Guren longed to hear, she heard a soft snore and realized he had drifted off to sleep. A fond smile crept onto her face as she gazed at him, finding him irresistibly cute in his slumber. She couldn't bear to wake him, not when he looked so peaceful.

With a contented sigh, Yuichiro closed her eyes, allowing herself to slip into the realm of dreams alongside her lover. She knew she didn't need to say anything right now; Guren was already aware of the depth of her feelings.

For now, the words "I love you" could wait until morning, resting gently in the corners of her heart, ready to blossom anew with the dawn.