"What the hell do you think you’re doing?" Mia snarled, storming into the room. "Get away from him! He’s mine!"
Yuki stumbled backwards, her eyes wide with shock. "W-what?"
"You heard !" Mia’s voice rose to a near-shout. "Back off! Akira belongs to !"
"Mia, calm down," Akira started, but she wasn’t listening.
Yuki looked between them, feeling confused and hurt. "I... I didn’t know you two were... I’m sorry, I didn’t an to—"
"Didn’t an to what?" Mia stepped closer, her eyes blazing. "Didn’t an to throw yourself at soone else’s man? Standing so close, looking at him like that?"
"I wasn’t..." Yuki’s voice cracked. She looked at Akira with betrayal in her eyes. "You didn’t tell you were with soone."
"He doesn’t have to tell you anything!" Mia snapped. "You should’ve known to stay away!"
Akira felt his stomach sink. This was spiralling out of control fast. "Yuki, wait..."
"No, it’s okay." Yuki clutched his shirt tighter against her chest, tears starting to form. "I understand. I’m sorry for... for everything. For bothering you, for thinking that maybe..."
She didn’t finish. She just turned and ran out of the room, the door slamming behind her.
[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION: YUKI AFFINITY -15 → 15]
[ROUTE DESTABILIZED: MAJOR DAMAGE]
[WARNING: FURTHER MISTAKES MAY CLOSE ROUTE PERMANENTLY]
"Fuck," Akira muttered under his breath. He’d been so close to winning her over, and now...
"Don’t you dare think about going after her," Mia said with a shaky voice. Tears were streaming down her face now, mixing with the anger. "Don’t you fucking dare, Akira."
"Mia..."
"Are you going to fuck them all?" she demanded, getting in his face. "Every single girl you et? Is that your plan?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Don’t play dumb with !" She shoved his chest. "I see how you look at them. Rina, Aoi, that creepy silver-haired transfer student, and now HER! That busty bitch who thinks she can just waltz in and..."
"Mia, stop!"
"No! You stop!" She shoved him again, harder. "I thought I was special! I thought after what we almost had, after the gym, after the sex, you were MINE!"
Akira grabbed her wrists gently but firmly, stopping her from hitting him again. "Are you done?"
"No, I’m not done!" But her voice broke. "Am I not enough? Is that it? You need all of them? The cheerleader, the ner..., and now Little Miss Perfect with her perfect tits?"
"Mia—"
"Answer !" She was sobbing now, angry tears streaming down her face. "Why am I not enough?"
Akira stayed calm, letting his Aura of Dominance flow out subtly, just enough to ground the mont. He stepped closer, invading her space, forcing her to look up at him.
"Mia. Relax. What exactly do you want from ?"
She blinked, thrown off by the question. "What... what do you an?"
"I an exactly what I said." He pulled her closer by her wrists, his voice dropping lower. "What do you want? Tell clearly."
"I... I want..." She sputtered, trying to find the words. "I want you! I want you to be mine! I want to be the only one you think about, the only one you touch like that!"
"The only one?" Akira asked, his hand sliding to her waist. "Or the first one?"
"What’s the difference?" she whispered, her anger starting to crack.
"There’s a big difference." He pulled her flush against him. "Do you want to be the only one I’m with? Or do you want to be the one who matters most? The one who gets first, who I always co back to?"
Mia’s breathing quickened, her eyes searching his face. "I... I don’t know. I just... I’ve been thinking about you... always, Akira. Ever since the gym and then that day after school in your room when you claid ... I felt full and complete. But since then, you’ve been unavailable."
"I had sothing important to handle."
"More important than ?" Her hands gripped his shirt. "I’ve been wet thinking about you since that day. About how big you are, how you felt inside ! And now I see you with her, looking at her the sa way you looked at , and I..."
She broke down again, but this ti Akira silenced her by pulling her into a rough kiss.
Mia lted against him imdiately, her anger transforming into desperate need. When he pulled back, she was panting.
"You want proof you’re special?" Akira asked in a low and commanding voice.
"Yes," she breathed.
"You want to show you that you matter more than her?"
"Yes."
[CHOICE AVAILABLE]
[A: Refuse and talk it out - Risk losing Mia’s interest, 2 Charisma]
[B: Give her what she wants here and now - High risk, 100 PP, Mia Route Advance]
Akira didn’t hesitate. He chose B.
"Fine." He grabbed her hips roughly, his fingers digging into soft flesh as he spun her around and slamd her against the wall, sandwiching her breasts between her chest and the wall. "Right here, right now."
Mia’s eyes went wide with a mix of shock and raw excitent, her cheeks flushing deep red. "Here? In the gym? Anyone could walk in..."
"You wanted proof." His hands slid up her thighs, scraping her smooth skin as he shoved her skirt higher, bunching it around her waist. The cool air hit her exposed panties, which was already damp and clinging to her swollen lips. "I’m giving it to you. Hard."
"Oh God, yes," she moaned, spreading her legs wider on instinct, her pussy throbbing with need. "Yes, Akira. Prove it. Prove I’m yours... fuck like you an it."
He hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties and yanked them down in one violent tug, the fabric tearing slightly as it slid over her hips and pooled at her ankles.
Her bare pussy was right there, pink and glistening, lips puffy and wet with arousal that had been building since she stord in. The sweet, musky scent hit him.
"You’ve been thinking about this," he growled in her ear, one hand cupping her mound possessively, while his middle finger parted her folds to feel how soaked she was.
Her clit was already swollen, twitching under his touch as he circled it slowly, teasing the sensitive nub.
"Every fucking day," she gasped, hips bucking against his hand, grinding her slit on his fingers. "Please, I need it. I need you inside ... stretch open again."
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