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Yasusada has no idea what the hell Kashuu thinks she’s doing.
“Isn’t this the cutest?” Kashuu flips up the back of her skirt, and Yasusada immediately covers her eyes. “Hey, you’re supposed to be looking! Did you know how much trouble I had to, like, go through to get these?”
Yasusada eyes the short white shirt, then the neat ribbon around Kashuu’s rounded collars. She then brings her hands away from her face before sighing. “Kashuu, I still don’t have an answer. ...What are you wearing?”
“It’s a school uniform,” Kashuu deadpans. “Apparently, normal human girls wear this. Look! Don’t you think the bright-red fabric around my neck fits my nails? And the cute red skirt--”
“That skirt is too short,” Yasusada says, and then she grabs it before yanking it down. Kashuu shrieks as it falls off her waist. “...Oh, I thought it was short because you pulled it up to your stomach--”
“Pervert!” Kashuu quickly punches Yasusada in the face, causing her to double over onto the floor. Once Yasusada is on the floor and wincing in pain, Kashuu pulls her skirt back on. “If you want to see my panties, at least ask me first.”
Yasusada doesn’t respond immediately, taking the time to nurse the wound on her face. “Ow, ow. That hurts. I didn’t mean it…”
“It still happened,” Kashuu bats back, sticking her tongue out.
Getting up, Yasusada takes a moment to look Kashuu up and down again while Kashuu crosses her arms with a huff. “The skirt’s still too short. Are you sure they walk around in this? It barely reaches your knees.”
“Jeez, Yasusada, you’re so old-fashioned,” Kashuu chides. “I’m not going out to fight in this! I’m just doing chores. Okay? The other outfit is made of rags. I can’t bear wearing it again.”
“It’s made of rags because it’s supposed to be washed easily,” Yasusada sighs, but she decides to accept it.
Kashuu points at her ankles. “It’s fine! See, I have knee-high socks too, so no dirt will get onto my skin. That’s what you’re worried about, right?”
“No, that’s not--”
Kashuu cuts Yasusada off with a quick elbow to the ribs. Yasusada could’ve dodged, but she just lets Kashuu jab her instead. “Anyway, I got a set for you, too! The collar, ribbon and skirt is blue to match your eyes. So, with this present, I trust you’ll do all the fieldwork today?”
Yasusada’s eyes widen before narrowing. “Oi, don’t try to--”
“Un-grate-ful,” Kashuu says, this time choosing to poke Yasusada on the forehead. “Come on, get changed.”
Yasusada, with the supreme patience of a saint, decides to just nod. “I guess it can’t be that bad.”
Kashuu claps her hands together. “Perfect! I’ll do your hair, too--”
---
When Kashuu flops onto the comfy chair she’d left in the garden shed, she flings the hoe to another side of the room before sinking right into it. “Ahhh, I’m soooo tired~! I even started sweating…”
“You’re supposed to be sweating, this is fieldwork,” Yasusada mutters in reply. “Are you really that tired?”
“Yes,” Kashuu declares. “And it’s not even humid, sweating feels horrible! It’s so cold, too, since it’s autumn. Uuugh, I hope the crops finally grow so we can actually harvest them and take a break over the winter…”
Yasusada leans over Kashuu from the right, arms resting on the chair handle. “I guess anyone would want to taste the fruits of their labour. Hey, Kashuu, we still have to finish watering the last patch.”
“Give me a minute,” Kashuu says, before giving a huge yawn. “Mmm~ I’m just too tired. Won’t you do it for me?”
Yasusada, dressed in this damn short-sleeved white shirt and hair tied too tightly, reaches out to touch Kashuu’s shoulder. “If you’re really so tired, I’ll just jolt the energy back into you.”
Kashuu rolls her eyes. “And how would you--”
That’s when Yasusada’s hand slithers off the chair handle and onto Kashuu’s leg.
She realizes what’s happening only after Yasusada feels her way up her thighs, and Kashuu instantly straightens. “Wh-what are you doing?! I just told you, ask me fi--”
“But I’m not looking at your panties,” Yasusada replies, and Kashuu can already see the smirk on her face even if she doesn’t actually turn to look at Yasusada. Seeing that Kashuu doesn’t actually try to stop her, Yasusada continues upwards, finding where her thighs end--
Kashuu’s breath hitches and Yasusada’s fingers pry their way between Kashuu’s thighs, putting pressure on her labia first. Her face flushes, along with her hips, and suddenly her skin is growing redder by the second. “Idiot, what are you doing? Look, what if we get caught?”
“No one else is out on field duty,” Yasusada hums, suddenly far too pleased with this development. “Don’t worry. You said you’re tired, right? So just sit back.”
“You’re an exhibitionist,” Kashuu accuses, but she still doesn’t stop Yasusada. In fact, she spreads her legs wider to Yasusada’s touch, quickly breaking eye contact and looking away so Yasusada doesn’t see exactly how red she is. Yasusada laughs slightly, just loudly enough for Kashuu to pick up on it.
Yasusada’s fingers don’t pry away Kashuu’s undergarments, only strokes her through them. Kashuu gives a soft nngh when Yasusada slides downwards, only to slowly trace up again, trying to find Kashuu’s clit. “Actually, I like this uniform,” Yasusada hums. “There’s no way I could do this comfortably if you were wearing your usual hakama.”
“Shut up,” Kashuu retorts, before realizing her breathing has already regressed to short pants, chest rising and falling as quickly as Yasusada’s fingers keep moving up and down. Then, Yasusada suddenly finds the right place, and when her finger graces over it with that torturously slow speed, Kashuu suddenly lets out a moan, shoulders hunching forward.
Yasusada grabs Kashuu’s left arm with her remaining hand, pinning her to the chair. “I’ve found it, then? Your ears are completely red,” she states almost proudly, and Kashuu only replies with a whine. At least what Yasusada said is true-- Kashuu definitely isn’t tired now, with her heart pounding from the stimulation, every sense in her body finetuned to feel the movements.
Still starting off slow, Yasusada fondles with Kashuu’s clit through her panties, pressing it further and further into her crotch. Kashuu becomes all the more sensitive as Yasusada continues, now with several fingers continuously rubbing the spot which makes Kashuu take those sharp breaths of hers-- Kashuu grinds against the chair seat, trying to react more to Yasusada’s light stroking which is sending shots of pleasure up her body. “Relax,” Yasusada says, moving the hand on Kashuu’s shoulder to her chest instead.
Yasusada’s other hand flicks away the ribbon at Kashuu’s neckline before pressing down on Kashuu’s shirt, trying to put her fingers between her tits. Unfortunately, Kashuu’s bra kind of gets in the way of that-- nevermind, then. “Mmgh,” Kashuu whines when Yasusada places her hand over her left breast before pressing on it to keep her pinned to the chair. “You’re really a pervert.”
“Says you,” Yasusada retorts with a smile, focusing all attention back to Kashuu’s clit. She can feel the slight bump against Kashuu’s panties now, a result of arousal and the undergarment’s cloth being stretched further-- all the better, then, because Yasusada has a very clear idea of where to touch now. Kashuu exhales all the more loudly when Yasusada’s stroking becomes faster, almost becoming like scratching but not quite-- never so rough. Yasusada uses her nail to add force, just a little bit, and since she trims her nails down unlike Kashuu, it’s not at all painfully sharp.
Yasusada can feel Kashuu’s chest moving with every quick movement. She can also hear her gasp with every sudden pressure against her most sensitive area, and it’s so incredibly satisfying to have such control over her. While Yasusada keeps fooling around, Kashuu’s eyes sometimes fly to the door, eying it like a scared animal.
What if someone really did fling it open? Their relationship is no secret, of course, but to do this-- somewhere like here-- “Idiot, what if we really get caught?!”
“Well, you could always get up and leave,” Yasusada answers. Kashuu can only swear internally in response, because she can’t leave, Yasusada’s already got her pinned under with every delicate movement and every kiss--
Yes, kisses, because Yasusada pulls her head down onto Kashuu’s neck to slowly suckle on her skin. Kashuu shifts slightly, tilting her head to press onto Yasusada’s face, and she licks Kashuu before suddenly sucking hard enough to send a dull pain humming through Kashuu’s head.
And then another sharp sensation comes, in the form of Yasusada suddenly becoming all the more daring down there, caressing Kashuu’s clit so suddenly that it makes Kashuu literally jolt upwards. Yasusada’s knuckles press onto Kashuu’s thighs so forcefully that she’s afraid it’ll leave bruises, and everything else from the waist down other than her crotch is numb-- or maybe that’s just because of how sensitive that one place is.
“Hey,” Kashuu begins, breathing against Yasusada’s bangs as she moves down to kiss Kashuu’s collarbones. “You’re enjoying this waaay too much.”
In response, Yasusada squeezes Kashuu’s left breast through her tight shirt, and Kashuu makes a hnn sound. A wide smile breaks across Yasusada’s face, because this is exactly what she wants-- Kashuu’s heavy, unsteady breathing, with cute little sounds that all spring forth on Yasusada’s command. “Mm,” Yasusada says. “You’re the one who’s wet.”
Right, as if Kashuu’s face could get any redder.
“And whose fault is that?!” Kashuu considers kicking Yasusada, but decides it probably isn’t a good idea when she’s in this state. Yasusada keeps teasing her, stroking her clit but never really doing enough to bring her much further than some spikes of adrenaline between watered-down pleasure. Yasusada’s kisses, loud and hungry, leave aching patches on Kashuu’s skin that thud with the quick beat of her heart. Everything is a mess of dull sensations with a backdrop of fear, and Kashuu’s eyes keep flitting to the door, sometimes mistaking her own heartbeat as footsteps.
And that constant, shrill that also brings her heartbeat to a crescendo along with everything else just makes Kashuu pant even more loudly. So-- this is why people have sex in public. The risk sends more adrenaline through her head, making everything dizzy. And Kashuu’s left even more desperate, begging for some release to this faster, faster that what Yasusada’s giving--
“Oh,” Yasusada suddenly says, taking her mouth off Kashuu’s skin.. “Do you think I can fit my head between your legs?”
Kashuu’s jaw drops.
That’s basically all the answer Yasusada needs. Her left hand slips away from Kashuu’s chest-- it’s warm there, yes, but she needs both hands for this. Yasusada’s fingers flip up Kashuu’s skirt, once again thanking whatever gods out there that it’s so short, before she buries both her hands into Kashuu’s lap to spread her legs as much as the chair can handle. If it’s not wide enough, Yasusada will just break it.
(The chair, not Kashuu’s legs.)
Kashuu winches a little, because Yasusada’s still pressing against her thighs with force, and now they’re being pinned against the chair handle too. Yasusada’s strength is making her skin hurt, especially where it touches the handles and where her fingers are just grinding into her flesh. But Kashuu realizes she doesn’t say anything, or rather, doesn’t want it to stop. Yasusada probably doesn’t even realize it hurts, but Kashuu’s already decided she likes it better this way.
Pain is a good way to snap her attention back to the matter, away from the damn door and towards what Yasusada’s actually doing. Plus-- if she focuses on the pain and then gets jolted back by the sudden pleasure, it’ll be even more electrifying.
Yasusada gets down on her knees, pulling Kashuu’s skirt over her head before nuzzling her lap. “Hmm, I can already feel your heartbeat down here. Are you excited?”
“Shut up and get to it.”
Yasusada lets out an airy laugh, before she bumps her way towards Kashuu’s panties. Then, she takes them off with her teeth, biting the top and dragging it down, off Kashuu’s crotch and all the way to the ends of her thighs. Kashuu feels the fabric that was once tight against her clit being yanked away, and her legs give an involuntary shudder at the movement. “You’re really going to do it,” Kashuu heaves while Yasusada spends a second to pull her own hair back.
“Well, you really are wet,” Yasusada states frankly, voice slightly muffled by Kashuu’s own skirt. “I can’t just leave you like this.”
“How chivalrous--”
Yasusada’s mouth breathes against Kashuu’s… everything.
The warm air hits her, and that the next thing Kashuu knows, Yasusada’s entire mouth is over her vagina. There isn’t any delay as her tongue gets to work, licking upwards and getting into every corner. Her tongue is smooth, slicked with her own saliva, and Kashuu’s hands immediately fly to cover her own mouth.
“Haah--!” She breathes against her palms, and not just from the pleasure. Yasusada’s tongue is warm, incredibly warm, and it feels amazing against her clit-- but the fear is back, the fear of getting caught in this position. Her heart continues thundering her chest-- Yasusada did say it was audible down at her thighs, too. There’s another thing that’s hitting her, too-- the fact that Yasusada is down there, eating her out, mouth all over her crotch to make sure that Kashuu feels good--?
That’s a different feeling altogether. Kashuu gives off soft, desperate moans, the intervals between each one getting shorter and shorter. It’s her way of saying she loves this, don’t stop, and Yasusada listens.
She’s good at this. Yasusada’s doesn’t just lick, she suckles, sometimes putting her entire mouth over Kashuu’s clit so her tongue can lap it like a cat lapping milk-- it’s a lot gentler than when she was leaving hickeys over Kashuu’s skin, but Kashuu gasps whenever she does that, desperately heaving air into her own lungs. Every little flick of Yasusada’s tongue sends an electric shock up Kashuu’s body, and to have her entire mouth just focused there, constantly teasing it--
No, this is beyond teasing. The dizzying sensation surges all the way up to her chest, her neck, her head-- she’s not sure if she can last much longer.
“Yasu--!” When Yasusada hears that, she only digs her head further between her thighs, sliding her tongue across Kashuu’s crotch. “Yasu, don’t stop--”
Yasusada pulls on Kashuu’s thighs, definitely leaving a bruise this time, and presses as much of her tongue as possible on Kashuu’s vagina before hungrily slicking her tongue across Kashuu’s clit again.
That’s it then, that’s all she can take. The dull pain mixed with the sudden movement almost makes Kashuu scream, but she’s also too breathless to do that at the same time. Something has built up inside of her, and now Yasusada’s released it all, brought her to a climax with her tongue, and Kashuu’s knees buckle as she loses control of her own legs. Her entire body shakes uncontrollably, even under Yasusada’s grip, and as her orgasm slams through her, she throws her head back to gasp, making desperate little cries like haah, ahh-- aah--! And then there’s Yasusada, only giving her more attention, eating her out with more force, and it makes everything that much more intense, sending everything into a blur--
Yasusada licks her through her entire climax, speed eventually slowly down as Kashuu’s breathing falls from constant sharp gasps to heavy, labored breaths. Once Kashuu’s legs stop shivering, Yasusada gives one last, big lap from the bottom to the top before drawing her head out from under Kashuu’s skirt.
Kashuu grabs at her chest, feeling her heart still thudding against her skin, and her eyes flit down to Yasusada.
“Well,” Yasusada hums, grabbing Kashuu’s panties and trying to pull them back on for her. “I guess I’ll do the rest of the fieldwork.”
“I’m going to kill you,” Kashuu hisses halfheartedly, trying to calm herself. “What if we really got caught?!”
---
“Why didn’t you tell me I was leaving bruises here?” Yasusada sighs before reaching out to rub the skin on Kashuu’s thighs. Kashuu winces a little in response. “Especially these two huge ones above your knee… were they where I was pressing you against the chair handle?”
Kashuu touches the hickeys Yasusada’s left on her neck all the way down to her collarbone before gulping. “Jeez, it wasn’t that bad,” she sighs. “Plus, your head was allll the way down there. That’s a huge distraction, you know?”
Yasusada raises an eyebrow. “Well, the bruises will disappear soon, but sorry for the hickeys. They’ll probably be there for a day or two. Maybe if you wore your normal outfit and not this uniform, you can hide them.”
“Well,” Kashuu begins, “do I really need to hide them?”
“And you called me an exhibitionist,” Yasusada replies, letting an amused smile break over her face. “Next time, I can leave them all over places others can’t see.”
And then Yasusada reaches out to tap Kashuu’s chest.
Kashuu turns red approximately two seconds later.
“--Yasusada!”