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[repliacting]

[ The studio that all twenty participants had come to was no ordinary one.

It was a place that was secluded from the outside world, crafted specifically for these young minds to be on a sick, twisted reality-slash-game show.

Week after week, it tore at Akane's heart.

They'd offer up a motive. Some weeks, someone would succeed. They'd have a trial, figure out who the culprit is, and then the host would execute whoever was chosen, regardless of whether they were 'correct' or not.

But on weeks where they managed to prevent a murder, they'd play a game of sorts- many of them would be based off of other game shows that you'd see around, but would be more potentially deadly.

Everyone was split into four teams of five randomly, and each group had their own separate dorm area of sorts.

While Akane herself was not on the same team as Shirogane Miyuki... that didn't mean that they couldn't work together. In fact, he had saved her one week from an unfortunate fate. She felt indebted to him. There had to be some way that she could help him out.

She had heard from one of the other "contestants" that Shirogane's ideal girl was someone named Shinomiya Kaguya. That name was a bit familiar- or at least, the last name was. The Shinomiyas were a well known conglomerate that would sometimes invest in the entertainment business; she even heard from fellow members of Lalalie that if they could get that family interested in their theater company, they would truly be a success.

One of the rooms in the "house" they were living in during the duration of all of this was a library. It was stock full of all the information that she could possibly ask for.

And so...

She devoted her time to studying.

It didn't take her more than a day to figure out what this girl was like, and while she definitely had to fill in some holes that she couldn't find, but that was easy for her.

All she had to do was put it in practice. So she seeks him out after preparing herself--for once, she's glad there's a costuming room that she could use to replicate the look- something that she could possibly wear casually- a black dress with a bright red cardigan and tying her hair up with the 'usual' red ribbon- before seeking him. When she sees him, her eyes shut for a moment before she gets into character, speaking up with an air of confidence that she normally wouldn't have a tone that was befitting of someone who could only be described as upper class. ]

Ah, there you are. I've been looking for you for a while, president.

[ Her bright eyes shimmer, radiating something that, in spite of how in some ways she looks different enough from Kaguya for someone to tell the difference if they scrutinized hard enough, would be considered as deceptive.

Eyes that could make lies into truths. ]

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[taketori]

[ Miyuki lifts his hips, sliding his underwear down to his ankles and eventually, kicking them off.

This felt nervewracking, but if he's dreaming... this should be fine, right?

That doesn't calm his nerves completely, anyway. ]

...is... it okay?

[ what a stupid question-- ]

[lunarcycles]

Of course it's fine. Why wouldn't it be?

[taketori]

Well... I don't... I don't want to move so fast that it makes you uncomfortable.

[ A little late for that one, but it still... makes sense to him. ]

[lunarcycles]

. . . it's okay. I was the one who asked for this, and- I don't want to lose you again, president.

[taketori]

...

Then...

Then, please. I want to feel you.

[ ?????? ]

[lunarcycles]

That quickly?!

[ Her voice squeaks slightly. ]

A- Are you even ready...? Plus, in those educational videos, I heard that you need-- oh, where did I put it--

[ She might be fumbling through her belongings to find something now. ]

[taketori]

No, wait-- if you're not ready, then really, we don't have to move that fast...!

[lunarcycles]

I mean, it's more-- don't you need lube for that sort of thing?

[taketori]

...I was... going to suggest... er, ah...

...

You know what, maybe we shouldn't--

[ MAN EMBARRASSED ABOUT HEAD ]

[lunarcycles]

Suggest what...? I'm not really all that familiar with these sorts of things, you know.

[taketori]

[ ...She isn't? Or, is this a bluff to get him to say it? Even if it was, he doesn't know if he actually could...

...

Screw it. ]

Suggest... using your mouth. On me.

[lunarcycles]

... Alright.

I can do that.

[ She hopes, anyway. There's the sound of movement as she gets off the bed before speaking up again. ]

Sit up and I'll do it.

[taketori]

[ --Wait, she agreed?!

Damn it, he wasn't expecting...

...

Okay. Okay then, he sits up, sitting at the edge of the bed. Really, she's gonna... ]

[lunarcycles]

Spread your legs a bit.

[ She's going to kneel in front of him, the only indication of her being there being both her voice and how she places her hands atop his thighs. ]

[taketori]

...go slow.

[ As he spreads them a little more to give her room. This felt surreal, but he's not going to deny what he wants with her.

He can't see her, but the image of Shinomiya knelt before him, preparing to suck his... it woke him up, for sure. ]

[lunarcycles]

[ It definitely is surreal.

But if Akane was going to be honest, she's actually a little excited for this--she isn't entirely sure if it's because of the role that she's put on or if it's because of her genuine feelings or a combination of both.

Nevertheless, she places her hands on his thighs to steady herself before bringing her head close and wrapping her lips around him, tentative. ]

[taketori]

Uh--

[ A brief grunt, his breathing immediately strained. He was sensitive, even moreso with one sense completely cut off. The anticipation of what she's going to do, the fact that he can't even begin to predict it...

What is he supposed to do? Should he... place his hands on her head? Or keep them next to himself on the bed? Should he be encouraging...? ]

It... it's okay... I trust you.

[lunarcycles]

[ For a second, she feels guilty. He trusts her, even though she's deceiving him?

She pushes those thoughts out of her mind as she takes more of him in her mouth, her tongue running across his length slowly. ]

[taketori]

[ In Miyuki's chest, he can feel his heart beating hard, as he lets out an exhale. She was actually going for it, and the warm muscle dragged across his erection causes him to shudder.

God...

She really... didn't mind this? ]

It's good... Shinomiya...

Your mouth feels good.

[repliacting]

[ Hearing that compliment flusters her, enough that it's encouraging. Sure, she might not actually be Kaguya, but... it's nice to hear him say that she feels good.

She can't help but wonder-

Can she make him feel even better?

So she starts moving slowly, bobbing her head in and out. ]

[taketori]

[ Unsurprisingly, she does. Really, Miyuki is still a teenage boy, and this kind of stimulation was a lot for him.

Especially as advanced as they were at right now...! ]

W-Wait, for one second...

[ He won't actually stop her, but it's more of a suggestion. ]

Are you... is this really okay for you? Don't you want anything...?

[lunarcycles]

[ For a moment, she pulls herself out with a pop before- ]

Hmm? Seeing the expression of your face as you melt is exactly what I want.

[taketori]

[ That pop sent a jolt through him, and he sighs just a bit. ]

Th-that's... ngh, Shinomiya...

I want to do more for you though...

[lunarcycles]

Then tell me. What, exactly, do you want to do?

[taketori]

I...

[ He... breathes in, and out. Damn it, he's caught, isn't he... ]

I want to make the most of our time together. I want to go all the way, if you'll have me.