Kira and Sadayo

Chapter 1 (Fluff)

  On a night where the overcast May sky blocked out stars and moon alike, a woman stood outside the Leblanc cafe, casting a long shadow against its wall. Her winter coat nearly reached the ground, making her silhouette like that of a child wearing a thrifty ghost costume consisting of only a sheet. She sighed and clicked her heels over to the cafe's entrance, pushing the door and only rattling it. She noticed the placard bouncing off the panes of glass. Closed. She waited, basking in the glow from inside. The woman closed her eyes as she sighed again, but they popped open as she heard a bell jingle and felt a breeze.
  "Hey, Kawakami-sensei," the occupant of the cafe said. She smiled and her eyes glinted behind her glasses. "Come in."
  "Hello," the woman outside said politely but with a slightly rushed tone. The girl inside stepped away from the door and the woman hurried in. "Where do you want me to go?"
  "Oh. Upstairs."
  "Okay. Just wait for me up there, please. I'll be up in a minute." The girl giggled and, spinning on her sock-clad feet, hopped away, up the stairs and out of sight. The woman watched her bounce across the wooden floor. She was wearing the same uniform she had seen her in that very day, sans shoes and her blazer. Though she did notice that the girl had hiked her skirt up to the point that it was nearly underneath her sweater entirely. Honestly, what if she had been following her up the stairs? Kids these days...
  Sadayo started her normal routine. She set her bag on a table, then she undid the buttons of her coat in a blur, folding it and tossing it on a booth seat. The frills of her maid uniform blossomed out from underneath the weight of her jacket like flowers in the sun after a rainy day. Reaching into her bag, Sadayo found her mirror and everything else she needed. She clicked it open and stooped over it, threading her hair into two tails and trapping each under a tie, before finishing it off with her maid's headband. She then found her ribbon and tied it around her neck. She stared at her face in the mirror, puzzled. "Do I wear makeup for this? Kira-kun's a girl, my student. ...I probably should. It's only polite." Sadayo dolled herself up as she usually would. After a final inspection, she put her mirror away and marched up the stairs.
  As Sadayo reached the summit, she took in the attic. It was certainly dusty. But as her eyes crested the floor and she stood at the head of the stairs, she stopped and stared. On a beaten-up couch, lying down, with her legs curled up against her, flesh peeking out from under her skirt, was Kira-kun. Her smoldering eyes locked on Sadayo's, she put a finger to her lips. In English, she purred: "Hey, baby."
  Has she got a pair! This kid!
  The attic was silent except for light pitter-patters and what sounded like a soft meow. Sadayo could nearly hear her own eyes widening. The girl on the couch snickered, then giggled, and clutched her tummy and rolled over on her side in a peal of laughter. Now Sadayo looked away, in part to avoid staring at her student's now-exposed underwear. The teacher's face was just as red as her student's panties. Sadayo waited until Kira-kun was finished. It seemed to take a while.
  "Okay, okay. Ahem," Kira-kun said, putting her legs on the floor and sitting up normally. No more flashing, please!
  "...So. Why did you call me?"
  "You looked cute in that maid outfit, and I wanted to see you again."
  "Oh! Oh? Well... thank you." Sadayo was already feeling herself heat up again. "But, you know what kind of service this is, right? Wait, what am I saying? Besides being your teacher, you're a girl, and I'm a woman."
  "That's the best part," Kira-kun stated with a flash in her eyes.
  Sadayo felt the dizziness again. "...Look. We can be friends. I know that you might be having some trouble, due to your... background. Besides, this place is a mess! Don't you clean?"
  Kira-kun stood up and looked at her. "Kawakami-sensei, you need the money, right?"
  "...That's right. I'm not doing this for fun." Kira-kun smiled and approached the maid. Her hands were at her sides, but as she closed the distance, too close for Sadayo to see, they trailed up her sides, tickling her and wrapping around her back. Her student's fluffy black hair was like a blanket that she pulled up to her chin before going to sleep.
  "It's okay. I want you to keep coming," she whispered in Sadayo's ear. "It'll all be okay." Sadayo's legs were nearly shaking. She was glad Kira-kun couldn't see her face. She raised one of her hands and barely touched her student's back with her fingers, the faintest etching of an embrace in return.
  "It's 'Becky' here, you know."
  Kira-kun stepped away, just the warmth of her touch remaining. "Oh, I'm sorry. Becky."
  "But, what do I call you? Kira-chan? ...Master?"
  "Mistress."
  "O-okay. Mistress. Please let Becky clean your room now."

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  Sadayo swept and dusted the floor and shelves while Kira lazed about the room. She eventually took some books out of her courier bag and sat down at her desk. "Still doing homework at this hour?" Kawakami pondered as she came up the stairs with a cup of freshly-brewed tea. She was careful coming up the stairs, certain that there was some animal around the cafe somewhere. Sadayo remembered offering to let Kira take an occasional break from class sometimes, if she was having trouble getting work done. She was so tired she could hardly remember much. But that brilliant smile from Kira when she had made that promise still warmed her heart, whether it was her imagination or not.
  When Sadayo announced that she had to leave for the night, Kira escorted her out of the attic. As she felt her student's arm drape around her waist, she almost leaned in towards Kira. Despite being almost ten years her senior, Sadayo with her heels on was barely taller than Kira. She released her, and Sadayo wrapped her long winter coat around her uniform again. Her hairties were removed, and her messy hair resettled to its natural state. Kira was standing at the door, ushering her out of the cafe. Again, she could feel the girl's hand below her waist. She didn't mind. The two ladies bid each other farewell, and the bell jingled as Sadayo's heels cracked the cement of the outside world.

Chapter 2 (Fluff)

  The heat permeating the attic of the Leblanc cafe was undeterred by any sort of breeze, as told by the motionless wind chime hanging from the window. On a cheap plastic table that was hastily fetched and assembled from some forgotten corner of the recently reclaimed living space, there sat two pairs of chopsticks and two bowls of noodles. They were hot to the touch, though the humidity of the air prevented any steam from arising.
  Sadayo knelt at the side of the table, staring down at her own, smaller bowl. The maid company provided the premium brand of ramen when customers requested the "Maid's Cooking" service. She had to purchase her own bowl on the way to Leblanc.
  Sadayo looked up from her scalding noodles. The same sight she had seen since she had arrived at Leblanc greeted her. On the couch was Kira, one long leg crossed over the other underneath her drawn-up skirt. The shirt of her summer uniform was tugged in every direction from her stretching, even as the top few buttons were undone. Kira kept playing with the buttons, drawing the fabric to and fro, with the other hand waving air on her skin. "Sooooo hooooot," she moaned for the third time since Sadayo had arrived. The woman in the maid outfit darted her eyes down again when a sudden movement from Kira exposed a bit of lace.
  Screw it, Sadayo thought. She picked up her chopsticks and scooped a mouthful of her discount noodles out of the bowl. She was hungry and hot from working all day.
  "Mmmm!" The hum of delight came from the highschooler on the couch. "Becky, I love it!" she exclaimed with a noodle still dangling from between her upturned lips.
  Sadayo swallowed and covered her mouth with her fingers. "Thank you... mistress." She couldn't help returning Kira's smile. "Just eat it all up now. That one's enriched with vitamins, so it's actually good for you! You want to get big and strong, right?"
  The girl giggled and raised her arms, flexing them like a bodybuilder. The emergence of more lace made Sadayo focus on her ramen again. With just a few mouthfuls, she was already starting to see the bottom of the bowl.
  "But then, yours isn't as good?"
  "Nope. It's not like I need it. Only the best-" Thump. Sadayo didn't have to turn her head that far. On the floor, two cute little socks supported a pair of smooth legs that curled up under a skirt, which Sadayo could see right up. She tore her eyes away and met Kira's, glinting behind her glasses. How many times has this kid showed me her underwear again? Kira turned and picked up a lump of her ramen between her chopsticks and started guiding it back toward the two girls.
  "Say 'aah,'" she told Sadayo. One hand traveled underneath the other once they were on Sadayo's end of the table. The lower one went out of sight, and she felt something touch her chin as the chopsticks approached her mouth. Sadayo parted her lips, widening for the noodles. Kira's gaze was magnetic.
  The flavor of the premium ramen was so strong that it nearly hurt her tongue. Salt mixed with the broth, beef and vegetables infused in the noodle. It was delectable. "Good?"
  Sadayo nodded. Kira sprung over to the other side of Sadayo and arched her legs across her maid's lap. "Good!"
  As soon as her student's legs, the body of her mistress, enclosed her, Sadayo felt the need to fidget. She was getting hot, no doubt from the sweltering attic. But wherever she tried to move her legs, skin touched skin. Another serving of ramen was floating in front of her face. She sighed, opening up and letting Kira slide it in her mouth. "A mistress has to take care of her maid too, right?"
  Gulp. "Yes, mistress."

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  Sadayo's last visit to Kira had ended with her offering to do her laundry if she needed it. She hoped her student wouldn't take that as an invitation to greet her in the nude as she walked into the Leblanc cafe. The bell tinkled as the door opened, and Sadayo's heels clicked off the pavement and on to the wooden floor. She felt lucky that the heat had relented a little. Thinking of the walk to the cafe in her long winter coat immediately put her in a heated mood before she even left home.
  Sadayo paused at the entrance as the miniature tenant of the cafe waddled up to her, a black cat with brilliant blue eyes treading on top of the counter. She knew that there had been someone else living here. "Oh, hey there," she said.
  "Heeeeey," the familiar voice rang out, preceding Kira's head popping out from the corner behind the counter. "You can just head upstairs when you're ready." Sadayo listened while she reached out and stroked the cat's chin.
  Kira had left the television on, and Sadayo apathetically listened to the news while she began prettying up. More of this Detective Prince. She shook her head whenever she heard the girls in her school gossiping about the kid. She couldn't get mad at them; she might've been the same ten years ago. What really bugged her was when she heard the teachers mimicking the students. At least Kira didn't talk about him. Sadayo put her makeup back in her bag and threaded her hair through her hairties. Over all the things being spouted from the television, she heard a constant series of thumps. When she was done, Sadayo walked to the back of the room, the little cat keeping pace with her as it strutted its stuff on the catwalk.
  From around the corner, Kira could be seen hunched over something near the stove. The percussion had stopped, probably as a result of the knife in Kira's hand no longer moving. Sadayo went to the other side of the counter. "What's this?" she asked. Kira perked up, standing straight and turning to her teacher.
  "Oh, I'm cooking! I didn't want ramen again... I doubt you did either." Sadayo took a look at the progress being made, now that Kira's body wasn't covering it. There were two halves of a potato on a cutting board, their skin and a peeler beside it. The potato, though, looked more scored than diced.
  "What are you making?"
  "Curry!"
  "Hmm. Knife must be dull. Lemme see." The woman pinched the blade between her fingers and slid it out of her student's grasp. Kira made way and Sadayo walked into the cooking niche. She grasped the scored half and sunk her knife into it with little effort. Next she took the other, unmarked one, and similarly sliced it through in one stroke. "It should be fine." Kira had appeared beside her while she was cutting, and the gleam of sapphired eyes further away let her know she had attracted an audience.
  "Okay," Kira said with a smile. Sadayo left the knife and stepped away as Kira took her place. The girl stole a glance at Sadayo, who felt like a drill sergeant watching her, before trying to chop the potato again. The cat started meowing as Kira's shaky first cut failed to sever anything. Sadayo marched back over and stood behind her, taking her student's hands in her own and pressing the fingers around the knife.
  "Jeez. Look," Sadayo told Kira as she pulled the girl's head to the side and out of her way. "You have to PUSH. Make sure the knife is straight down." She illustrated, squeezing Kira's hand and bringing it down, finally managing to get the girl to cut the potato.
  "I dunno what I'm doing wrong..." Kira moaned. The cat let out a shrill series of mewls that sounded like laughter to Sadayo.
  "It's okay. I'll help." She took Kira's other hand and wrapped its fingers around one end of the tuber to hold it in place. Her nails were painted wine red, with some of the ends chipped off. Sadayo looked from the glossy red finish to her own dull nails.
  "If you want... Is this part of your job?" Kira's hand was maneuvered, dancing to Sadayo's beat as it skipped along and dipped into the grooves that were already cut.
  "Not really. We're supposed to just bring the ramen." The younger girl's blankety hair rubbing against her cheek was making her warm like she was in bed.
  "I see. So are we gonna have the maid's union picketing outside over this?"
  "No." Maybe for sexual harassment, though. "Don't be silly." Kira giggled as if in defiance, and the shaking tickled her teacher through both of their uniforms. The world became the sound of the knife against the board and the noises and shifts of the girl she was holding. "Now the next one. Try." Her words were a pebble dropped in the water enveloping her. The girl's body made waves, drawing her to and fro like an ocean ship's sails in the breeze.   "How was that?"
  She opened her eyes when she heard the thumps stop, not realizing they had even started or that her eyes had shut. Her fingers had drifted to shore just above Kira's elbows.
  Sadayo leaned past the girl's head to inspect the results. A neat cut, thorough, and all the right size for curry. "Perfect." Kira triumphantly sashayed her shoulders against Sadayo's chest.
  "Tired?" It was Sadayo's turn to giggle now.
  "Yes. Thank you for noticing."
  "Oh, you can rest. I can handle it now."
  "Oh. You sure?"
  "Yeah! Thanks for the help!"
  "Okay," Sadayo said, stroking Kira's waist in congratulation as her hand floated away with her, leaving the scent of cinnamon from the girl lingering like a spice from a distant land. She sat at the stool closest to the kitchen, resting her head on her palm, and watched as the girl moved about, her mind empty and her body feeling like it was lapping against the counter.

Chapter 3 (Lewd)

  Sadayo found herself thinking of Taiki more often recently. Once she had started taking her first job in addition to teaching, the parallels between her and him had surfaced in her mind. She remembered his expression of relief as he sat down to work on his homework, having just come home from one job and due to arrive at his next within a few hours. She watched his eyes, weary and drooping, creased with wrinkles, smoldering as he looked over the papers she showed him. His hands, calloused and red, flipping pages and streaking them with clumsy strokes of black ink from his cheap and flimsy pen. At times she would wonder about his future. Surely he would succeed, she thought. He would finish high school, blaze through college, no doubt picking up the perfect girl for him on the way, and passing the same fire in his heart to his children.
  As Sadayo swept the dusty corners of Kira's attic, more transferring the same ancient particles from one section to another, she felt as if it were Taiki's arms that were moving the broom. But that couldn't be; if it were, if it was his soul propelling her motions, she would be done already. She admired him. Less than ten years younger than her, and working more jobs with more vigor than she could muster. Was it his youth? Was it because he was a man? The female teachers with whom she worked would share their views of the students; grades, behavior, looks. Looks was what bothered her. Sadayo had thought being a teacher required a certain temperament, but she remembered that they were all humans first. She never joined in those discussions.
  With Kira, she felt different. Taiki was a light whose flame she stoked, nurtured, and watched grow, even as the world struggled to snuff it out. Sadayo always felt like she was in Kira's hands whenever she came over, and even at school. When Kira had hugged her on the first day she was called to the cafe, it felt like she had never let go.
  It still felt warm in the attic to Sadayo in the wake of the heat wave. She didn't know if the humidity was making the air harder to move through, or it was just her body losing its strength. A strong breeze circulated the air in the upper part of the attic, stirring the wind chime into a series of gentle tones that acted with the wind to soothe Sadayo like the sensation of fingers on her body during a dance. The sounds were like a bell that signaled the end of the day, and Sadayo felt a billowing in her heart like the canvas of a ship. She looked over to the couch, which supported Kira, finished with schoolwork for the day, the late June sun lighting up her uniform and making her skin glow. The warmth brought a smile to Sadayo's face, and when Kira looked up from her phone and met her eyes, their two grins multiplied their output until Sadayo's face was stretched to its limit. She looked down, still beaming, meditative in her attention to her chore.
  There was a hum in Sadayo's skirt. The scruffy sound of the broom scratching against the floor like nails through hair ended as she fumbled the broom's handle in her hands, unable to decide where to put it while she answered the phone. The struggle made the vibration feel as if it were growing more intense with each cycle. Sadayo flicked the broom to the side, where it thumped against the wall and settled at an angle.
  She looked at the screen. Toshio Takase. Should she answer it in front of Kira? He could be loud. The shaking in her hand grew stronger. What if she didn't pick up fast enough? Sadayo glanced at Kira, who was still staring at her, no tell for what she was thinking. "Sorry," the maid spilled out of her mouth as she pressed the answer button and put the phone to her ear. She spun away from the girl. "Hello," Sadayo said.
  "Hey. Did you get paid yet?" Always to the point.
  "Yes, I made the transfer."
  "You shouldn't lie. There isn't enough in the account yet for this week."
   She may have been exhausted the past few months, but she absolutely remembered the ritual of the transfer that she performed every week. "Not enough? But it was the same amount as last week! I-"
  "You really think the same will be enough forever?" He was flaring up. "Hiromi had a fit this week when someone mentioned Taiki to her. You think that's okay for my wife to go through? Huh?"
  "N-No." She stopped thinking. Sadayo didn't want to dwell on what this man was saying to her enough to articulate a response. He ruined Taiki for her; just like she did for him and Hiromi. Sadayo heard his electronic voice reverberate through her, echoing and filling her, her emptiness momentarily filled with a crashing tempest.
  "Take some damn responsibility for once," Toshio growled. "You took him from us. And you're gonna pay us back for every moment we've missed. Understand?"
  "Yes, I understand."
  A big sigh came from Toshio's end. There was muffled conversation between him and a woman. "Okay." He was at ease again. "We're gonna need an extra one hundred thousand yen, on top of the usual amount. So... Right, one hundred fifty thousand total. That's fair."
  "Okay," Sadayo squeaked.
  "Well, thank you for understanding. We really appreciate the work you're doing to make up for our loss... Take care now."
  "Okay, goodbye." She couldn't remember if the dial tone had come before or after she said goodbye. Sadayo put her phone to sleep and returned it to her skirt pocket. The attic had begun to get darker. From the window, the sun had just begun to set under the skyline, sending a long shadow crawling over the floor until it immersed Sadayo's feet. There was still enough brilliance in the sun to blind her momentarily as she spun back around to face Kira. The girl's eyes met her teacher's instantly. Had she been staring the whole time? She was resting her cheek on her hand, leaning to her side on the couch. Sadayo didn't know what to say. Her student was still opaque.
  "Wrong number?" Kira said with a little upturn of her lips and a raised eyebrow.
  "Uh... No!" She had already gotten Sadayo smiling again, but that lightness of feeling was being evaporated by a weight coming down on her. Where was she going to get the money? There just wasn't enough time in a day to earn that much by the end of the week. "Hey," Sadayo said. "Sorry to ask you this out of the blue, but..."
  Wait. She couldn't ask Kira for money like this. She was her student, someone close to her. Girls her age wouldn't have the money Sadayo needed anyway. It would be unconscionable to ask Kira for something like this.
  But she wanted to say something. Kira knew about her jobs, about her. She was so warm to her. She didn't want to hide. But could she be sincere about this? Kira had her own problems. It might be better to play it cool.
  "What? What is it?" Kira asked.
  Sadayo took a deep breath put on her best cutesy face. "Well, I was just thinking, could you be a good girl and loan me about a hundred thousand yen?" Kira tapped her temple with her index finger methodically, her features drained of emotion. Sadayo tittered and waved her hand. "Sorry, I was just kidding. I just-"
  "No, it's okay." The girl smiled and let her phone bounce off the couch cushion as she stood up. Her socks glided over the somewhat dusty floor and to the table near the staircase, which held her bag. She reached inside and ruffled around until she withdrew her hand with a cluster of banknotes enclosed. Kira turned around, leaning her butt against the table and rifling through the papers. Sadayo could see their denominations from the center of the attic. All ten thousand yen notes. How many were in that clump? At least twenty. She could see as the girl's scarlet fingernails shuffled each note by that they were identical. Kira shifted the bigger stack to one hand and put it back in her bag. "One hundred thousand."
  She said it, word by word, like it was nothing, never looking at Sadayo. Whatever was on the teacher's face, the maid didn't want to show it to her mistress. She was burning, shaking, cold, damp. Her fingers rattled in her grasp. Kira trotted back to the couch, her hair bouncing off her neck. She sat down and squeezed her legs together, setting the money down opposite her phone. A blink, and her eyes met Sadayo's. She looked into them, falling into her depths. Her gaze was warm, controlled and controlling, with a thin smile as an accessory. "This isn't a loan."
  "What?"
  "This isn't a loan. You're not paying me back."
  "No, but-"
  "How about a massage? Can you do that?" Kira asked as she put her hands together and bent them with the weight of her chin.
  "...Yeah. I'm really good at that."
  "Okay. I want you to give my legs a nice massage." Sadayo's head was reeling. The maid stepped towards the girl. "No. Sit down." She did as she was told. Finding her shoes uncomfortable when kneeling, she reached back and undid their buckles, sliding them half-off and kicking them behind her. They clopped hollowly on the floor and sent more dust scattering around her white stockings. Sadayo was just taller than Kira's knees, high enough for her to rest her head on them. She looked up at Kira. The girl tilted her head down, eyes rimmed by crescent lids, her smile spreading across her face and parting her lips to show teeth that looked gray in the setting sun. "Go ahead." The girl spoke too soon, as the maid had already draped her hands over Kira's calves. Her upper lip climbed higher as Sadayo's fingers probed the tight muscles in her student's limbs. All that could be heard in the room was Kira's breathing, with the occasional wince or satisfied exhalation.
  Sadayo didn't know what to say, what to think. She just wanted her to be happy. "It's the least that someone like me could do for her," she thought.
  Kira flopped her back against the couch with a little moan. Her calves separated at the knees, setting her feet far apart. Sadayo stopped rubbing and returned her hands to her own lap. The girl gave another moan, quickly. The maid's eyes darted from the floor up to the head of her student, back and forth, erratic. She didn't know what to make of what she was feeling. She wanted to put it in words. A whirlpool, drowning in the ocean with nothing to which she could cling. It was like she was praying. She was looking at Kira's knees when they began to spread. "A little higher," she cooed.
  Oh. It was. Like that. Huh.
  Okay.
  Kira's legs kept spreading. It felt like there was a sea parting in Sadayo's brain. Kira's skirt stretched, straining against her skin, couch wheezing as the girl inched her legs forward. The remains of the day's sunlight blanketed her thighs, and the maid's hands rested on top of them, almost scalding. She started her motions on the outside of Kira's thighs, thumbs placid while her fingers gripped and kneaded the flesh. Kira placed her hands on the edge of the couch. Her legs bounced slightly back and forth between Sadayo's squeezes. Jeez, is this kid impatient. The maid shifted her focus to her thumbs, leaning closer to Kira's smooth thighs. She could see the girl's lingerie even in the darkness of her skirt; soft pink, with some darker patches. "Do you like it?" the maid asked.
  First came a sweltering moan, escaping from lips that were caught between the girl's teeth. Next was the screech of her fingers digging into the couch. "Yeah." There it is. Sadayo dipped her face deeper into her student's lap, turning her head and feeling one of her pigtails brush against the other girl's body. As she heard the answer for which she was hoping, she smiled, purring, her lips sending that vibration into Kira as she sealed it between her mouth and the girl's inner thigh with a kiss. A moan. Another kiss. Fingers through her hair, her maid's headband knocked to the floor. Another. Another. Moving up. Kira's skirt covered Sadayo's nose as she looked up at her. The girl's red face was framed beautifully by her cascading black hair on both sides. The skirt shimmied off the tip of her nose. Kira had tugged it up, letting her panties out from underneath. Sadayo narrowed her eyes and switched to the other leg, leaning her cheek against it as she restarted the slow process that had brought her face so close to Kira's nethers.
  Feeling the girl's fingers on her neck brought a sense of urgency to her operations, even if the frustrated groan from above just made Sadayo want to stay at Kira's knees. Kira wouldn't let her stop. Without saying a word or exerting any force, she made Sadayo continue. Her eyes locked on her maid's as the woman's face approached her privates, daring a kiss or a tease of the tongue on Kira's slightly sweaty thighs. Soon enough there was nowhere for the maid's face to go anymore; her lips and nose were planted firmly against her mistress's underwear, now a moist, deep pink. Sadayo opened her mouth, spreading her lips and smooching Kira's womanhood through her panties, bunching up clumps of cotton between her lips and wrinkling it, with both their fluids making the fabric stay in place afterward. Just one of these kisses made Kira's hips start shaking. "Sensei," she whined. Hey, it's Becky here, remember? She couldn't answer, only breathe more of the girl's aroused scent and continue massaging her pussy with her mouth.
  "Wait," Kira said as she lifted Sadayo's head off of her. She let go of Sadayo's head, dropping her hands to her hips and hooking them through the sides of her underwear. Sadayo couldn't breathe. It was real. Just as her slit was about to be revealed, the girl crossed one leg over the other, continuing to drag her ruined panties across her legs. She curled her legs up, bringing her feet up to where her hands could reach them as the soaked article of clothing dropped to her ankles. She pinched them between her fingers and hurried them off of her body before dropping them on the floor and returning her closed legs to the front of the couch. All Sadayo could see was a modest tuft of black hair before Kira spread her nectar-laced legs and led her teacher's face into her crotch.
  Sadayo's response was instant: eyes raised to meet Kira's, mouth open, and tongue flattened against her student's pussy. Kira's hips bucking only strengthened the stimulation from Sadayo's tongue on her sex. Her eyes scrunched as moaned again. "Sensei..." was all she could manage before going inarticulate. Her sensei was struggling to keep her thoughts straight as well. The taste and scent of Kira's pussy commanded her mouth and nose's attention, her eyes solely dedicated to watching her student's reactions, with hardly any brainpower left for anything else. Kira's hair tickled the tip of her nose as she raised her lips to tease the girl's clitoris while she ventured between the girl's folds.
  "Sensei, you're so cute," Kira bubbled out as she yanked on her teacher's pigtails, messily ripping her hairties away and letting her hair return to its natural, fluffy glory. Her fingers smoothed it to its proper position around Sadayo's ears before diving into the curls and wrapping around her head. The maid's fingers searched for a comfortable spot to rest on her mistress's hips while Kira stroked Sadayo's temples and lavished praise between moans. "You're so good, sensei, ah, yeah," she chirped as she raked her fingers through Sadayo's hair and shoved her face into her pussy harder. She could tell the dirty talk was more for her student's benefit than her own. It's not like she needed any extra encouragement. She was enthralled by her spasms and hitches of breath. One of Kira's hands left Sadayo's head and tore at her school uniform's buttons, nearly ripping the blouse open and giving the girl access to her own breasts, which were immediately teased and groped. The sun had already set far enough that Kira's face drifted into the shadows, making her shining eyes stand out against the dull wall.
  The maid quickly lost count of how long she was held in place, sucking, slurping, and stretching her mistress's pussy. She had managed to find a rhythm, now leaving her free to try and dwell on the thoughts that had begun to intrude into her brain. How would she look at Kira in school after this? What if she made a move on her in public? How often would she have to service her? At least once a week, no doubt. She was a healthy young girl. These ideas came in singular drips, only surfacing when she had a chance to breathe after Kira had stopped pressing her face into her pussy and squeezing her skull with her thighs. She noticed the stroking of her scalp getting more vigorous, the pressure from her student's legs becoming vise-like, urgent. Sadayo matched the tempo of Kira's gyrations, up and down, up and down as the girl's hips fucked her face. "Kawa... sensei... guh, ooh..." Faster, top to bottom, make sure to include her clit. She didn't even need her fingers. Kira's heels dug into her back like spurs. "Keep going..." That was the last she could manage before her lips blocked a series of moans, rising in intensity. It was getting hard to breathe, blood wasn't circulating, but she kept going as ordered. The sounds finally broke through Kira's lips, though to Sadayo they were more like vibrations heard through the girl's legs clamping on her ears. She enveloped Kira in her mouth, taking every thrust and gush she could supply. As her mistress's cries died down, she remembered the window was open. What a careless girl.
  Sadayo's head flopped on to Kira's leg after she was released, still catching her breath. Her arms gave out from under her, forcing her to rest entirely on Kira's lap. She felt like she had just been guillotined. Kira scooted her butt back, leaning her torso forward while Sadayo continued to recoup on her knee. She ran her fingers through the maid's hair again, before bringing their faces together. "You did amazing," she whispered, kissing her on her wet cheek. "You're so good." Kiss. Kiss. Kiss.
  "Can I use your restroom?"

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  The cafe's bathroom door couldn't close soon enough as Sadayo slammed her ass into it from inside, hand already jammed under her skirt. It was easy enough freeing her tits from the tight confines of her dress. Her fingers roughly skimmed over her clit, spreading her lips and forcing themselves into her dripping pussy. She clapped her hand over her mouth, still sticky from Kira's juices. An excited, stifled moan echoed through the bottom half of the Leblanc cafe as Sadayo went to work on herself.
  Her garter and stockings were soaked. Oh well. If she had another client for tonight, he'd probably love the sight when she bent over. Too bad.
  She was thinking of Kira seeing her like this, imagining her perverted teacher fucking herself in her bathroom, remembering the sight and sound every time she saw her. Her knees were trembling. She leaned harder against the door for support and rattled it with the force of her motions. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror on the wall to her side, and was thankful it wasn't directly in front of her. She shut her eyes. The images didn't leave her. Fuck she was already close. Just get it over with. Ruin her whole outfit while she's at it. Leave streaks of cum trailing down her stockings for anyone to see. There it is. There. Good. Oh. Her throat was burning. Face on fire. Doing something like this in a bathroom, just the worst. Squeeze. Oh, yes. Ah. Let it out. Who cares if she hears? Go ahead. Listen to your little maid cum. She probably was. Let's give her a show. She realized she was kissing her hand as she went over the edge.

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  Sadayo splashed handfuls of cold water from the sink on her face. She admired the natural state of her hair in the mirror. It was pretty. She didn't need to wear it in pigtails anymore. Looking at it made her smile.
  She turned the water off, swinging her hands around before wiping them on her apron. "Probably the first time I ever used it," she thought. No stains, hopefully. A drop fell on her stocking-clad foot. "Right. Don't forget to get my stuff." She walked over to the bathroom door. Turning the knob, she flicked the light switch off as her foot crossed the threshold.