School Girls' Stories - Year 3

Chapter 12 – An Engagement Party

Fuji stepped into the great hall, the same hall that she had snuck away from her mother in nearly two years ago to see Amatsu. Her heart ached to see Kyoei being the deejay, and her mind wandered as she looked about the hall. She had been told it was improper for her to walk in with Devilin since their engagement had yet to be announced, so Fuji stood alone with her mother, feeling like a doll.

The salon had taken one look at her and figured she was not gorgeous enough, something Fuji had never been told in her life. To stick with a theme they told her they would make her look as innocent as possible for the crowd, since she was supposed to be a virgin until her wedding day, she did not argue that fact with them. They curled her hair and put in ribbons, and masked the unsightly hickey by placing a choker with pearls and a pink quartz upon her neck. The dress itself was white and pink, overplaying the look of a doll, while at the same time showing more cleavage than she would have ever shown willingly to this many people. She was to be portrayed as an innocent beauty, and her ring had been taken away from her, given back to Devilin who would once more bestow it upon her during his announcement. This whole play made her sick, but she was good at acting, she had learned that with Danko last year. She could play her mother’s game, if for the sake of everything.

“Miss Fuji, don’t you look beautiful,” one old woman with too large of jewelry commented, coming up to the young Chenbaro and grasping her gloved hands in hers. “It has only been a few weeks since I last saw you at the polo match with your mother, and yet you seemed to have matured in so many ways since then.”

Really? Because I feel like a little girl in this baby doll dress with too many frills. It may be fancy, but whose idea was this? “Thank you, Mrs. Humphrey. It is always a pleasure to see you.”

“Come along, Fuji dear,” Noriko smiled, pulling her daughter along. “We must take our places at the table, we were very late,” all Noriko’s fault, she was ready an hour ago, but had to be fashionably late, “and we must take our seats so the committee can make their announcements.”

Fuji was lead around the tables, and the whole thing took a half an hour just to go halfway through the room. Everyone wanted to stop Fuji and say hello to her, like they had not seen her in ages though she had seen most of the women weeks ago at the polo game, or the meeting of the hens, er, women of her mother’s book club, or even at the country club, laughing at practically nothing. The men would not stop Fuji, they all just stared at her ample bosom and drooled a bit while their wives looked at them angrily.

Noriko found their table and she sat comfortably next to Teiyoku, who looked happy while looking bored. Devilin put on the act of perfect gentleman, standing when Fuji came close, pulling out her chair for her, and gently pushing her in. Fuji gazed at him and smiled. He did look positively handsome that night in a suit of pure black, but with a shirt and tie that matched the crimson of his hair and the blaze of his eyes. His hair was perfectly pulled back, so well that if one did not see the ponytail they would not have realized he had had such long hair. He was dashing and charming, and Fuji flushed slightly.

“You look beautiful,” he whispered into her ear. “If I gaze at you too long, though, I may have a little girl complex.”

“You look handsome,” Fuji admitted, turning to him with her bright eyes, and for a moment they shared a moment, like they used to have, full of playful words and meanings, and both flushed again and looked down at their glasses of wine.

“Can I have your attention please?” The head of the Maple-Gold committee stood up, a man Fuji knew to have been paid well by her mother, from his spot at the table on the stage. He looked around and waited for everyone’s attention to be perfectly enraptured upon him. “First business, and then the pleasure!” Business lasted nearly a half an hour within itself, explaining how raises would be this year, and what sort of benefits would be offered, plus plaques and gifts for people who were celebrating a monumental date with the business. Both Fuji and Devilin were nearly leaning against each other in slow dozing before the excitement level rose again as the chairman continued, “Now for the pleasure! I believe, our loving boss and leader, Noriko Chenbaro-Tennison, has some brilliant news.”

Noriko stood up to the applause of everyone around her. She bowed in many directions before the voices died down and she was passed a microphone. “Thank you chairperson, thank you everyone. First, I would like to give some spectacular news that seems almost a miracle. Teiyoku and I, successful business mergers, successful marriage partners, are about to become successful parents together. That’s right, I am pregnant.” A wonderfully thunderous round of applause filled the room before all fell quiet again. Noriko waited patiently, that fake smile painted across her face as she looked towards Devilin and Fuji. To everyone it looked warm and gentle, to Devilin and Fuji it was a threat, ruin this, and never see another penny again.

“The second thing,” Noriko said with pride, “there is something Teiyoku’s nephew would like to ask of my daughter,” and she was careful to distinguish the separate relationships, will incurring that together they would still be a strong entity.

This was her queue, her moment to act surprised, and her moment to shine in her acting abilities. Perhaps these abilities would be used for the purpose of business and for no other reason, for it is the only reason so far she has felt a need to use them.

Devilin stood from his chair, turning Fuji too him, before he fell to his knee before her. Everyone knew what was coming now, they all held their breath patiently as Fuji acted surprised and Devilin acted suave. “Chenbaro Fuji, will you do me the honor, pleasure, and greatest deed of your life, of marrying me?”

Was this what a real proposal felt like? Fuji’s stomach felt like it was about to fly away with the butterflies, and she could not help the terribly large smile that crossed her face. Maybe she would not have to do much acting at all. “Yes,” she cried out happily. “Devilin, yes!”

Devilin pulled out the ring and placed it on Fuji’s finger, a place that had felt empty without the wait of an engagement ring all day since the salon. He stood her up to kiss her in front of everyone, and for once Fuji did not even hesitate to kiss him back.

~*~

“Where is Amatsu?” Shai’s head popped up over the deejay booth and looked out amongst the crowd. “She just accepted his proposal. Isn’t this the part where the dashing hero rushes in and saves the maiden in distress? This is where he is supposed to yell ‘No, that is my fiancé’!”

“You watch too many romantic movies, now get your head down,” Kyoei pushed Shai back down into her crouching position and she felt jilted. “Amatsu is smoother than that, you should know that by now.”
“I know nothing of the sort, he let my best friend get away, how smooth can he be?”

“You have definitely become feistier than when we first started together,” Kyoei pointed out to Shai.

Shai looked up at him with large blue eyes that held sadness and a pout that Kyoei wanted to lean down and kiss away. “Is that bad?” she asked quietly.

Kyoei could only laugh. “Hardly,” he said. “I love this side of you, as I love every side of you, and if you are good, I will give you a treat.”

Shai’s look of innocent pouting became that of sinister sinner. “What if I give you a treat right now?” she asked, reaching forward and playing with the zipper of his pants.

“Did you have something to drink?” he asked, trying to force himself not to react to her soft hands pulling down his zipper, or slowly moving inside of his pants and gripping him firmly. It took no time for her to get a rise out of him, quite literally, and he was fighting not to let it show on his face as he pushed from one song to the next.

“Maybe a little,” she admitted, “but only because I am worried. Plus, it was a hard day, and I think you and I need to talk, when I’m not slightly tipsy, but right now, there is only one thing I want to do…” she pulled his cock out of his pants and placed her moist lips to the head, giving Kyoei a jolt that made him shudder.

“Shai, I hate to ask you to stop-”

“Then don’t,” she breathed before starting again, her mouth moving against him with an expertise he did not know she knew.

“-but if you keep doing that I will not be able to play music.”

“Just tell me when you want me to really stop,” she told him, then continued her administrations. Her lips moved down over him, her tongue flicking around the entire cock, her mouth tight around it, her mouth so small. He gripped the edge of the record player and begged himself not to fuck up, and then closed his eyes for a moment to just enjoy her lips, lips he had missed very much while taking care of his family in the mountains, a body he had missed very much, a voice he had missed, a laugh, a personality… oh God, he was growing too hard too fast.

“Shai,” he murmured, not quite a moan, not quite a question. “Shai, you have to stop or I’m going to cum,” he whispered as quietly as he could, and he could only be glad that he did not have a microphone tonight, he was just there to play music.

“Go ahead,” she whispered mischievously, “I promise to clean it all up.”

Kyoei reached under the booth and gripped her thick black hair, hair that grew every longer every time he saw her. He held her close and felt his urge to cum growing faster as her mouth continued to move up and down him, her tongue running over the vein then to the head with little licks of playfulness. It had been too long since he had been with her, and he wanted her more than anything, enough that he let her finish him off as he came, let her lick every last drop up, careful as he could be not to stain their clothes. Shai pulled back, the cum dripping down her throat, and for a moment she giggled, then she turned green. “I have to go to the bathroom,” she said, then hurried from behind the booth, doing her best not to be seen.

With one hand Kyoei fixed his pants and went back to deejaying, a bit of a happier man, until he finally spotted Amatsu, looking like Tuxedo Mask out there with a tuxedo, cape, and top hat. He would have been unrecognizable if it had not been Kyoei who had let him in the back door earlier that night.

Kyoei knew what Amatsu had been waiting for. Fuji would have never forgiven a scene, so he waited, waited until after the announcements, and then he would make his appearance, as quietly as possible, but causing enough turmoil to give Fuji doubts. Wasn’t that what this was all about? Matters of the heart mattered most.

~*~

Fuji laughed with men on the dance floor as she was swirled from one partner to another, but never with Devilin himself. Devilin was dancing with other pretty young dears, and many old women, who wanted to congratulate him on being accepted into the business world, and on his engagement. The men Fuji danced with, however, were ones who would promise her the world to leave Devilin and merge with their corporation, but Fuji declined them all for not only was Fuji marrying for the business, she was marrying for love, which was always a hard factor to deal with when bribing someone.

Then her next partner walked up and Fuji stood for a few seconds, just staring at the man under the top hat, the man with aquamarine eyes that matched her own, the man who had given her the mark they had fought so hard to hide. “Amatsu,” she whispered, sure that no one would hear her.

“I have come for my turn to dance,” Amatsu whispered to her.

So as not to draw attention to herself Fuji reached her hand out to his and he took her close and began their dance. To anyone else he looked like an overdressed stuffed shirt, only Fuji could see the eyes, the wisps of his dark hair, and the lips that she often had longed to kiss. Why had she made things so complicated with him? Why had she made their lives so difficult? Why was she just realizing now that their break up was all her fault?

“I accepted Devilin’s proposal,” she blurted out, unsure what else to say.

“So I saw,” Amatsu told her, never once losing his secretive smile. “I watched you come in, I watch you greet, I watched you dance, just waiting in the background for my chance to be with you. I will wait one hundred more years to be with you Fuji, but I meant it when I said you belong to me.”

“Amatsu,” she said sadly, looking down at his chest, at the pink roses in his lapel that matched the pink of her quartz and the ribbons in her dress. “I… Amatsu… we missed our chance.”

“Don’t you believe in second chances?” he asked of her.

I do. “Amatsu…”

“You can not deny me, nor can you give to me,” Amatsu whispered, his head leaning closer to her so it looked as if he were whispering in her ear, when in fact he was caressing it with his tongue and doing things to her he had never been able to do before.

“I, I am marrying Devilin,” Fuji said firmly, though she did not pull away from Amatsu’s lips.

“You may do so,” he whispered, “I will be there, to do these things to you, even when you are married to another man. You will always belong to me, even when you carry his child. Fuji, I want no other, I only want you, but I can see clearly your heart is torn, so take me on the side, I will live with that.”

“The… dance is over,” Fuji whispered breathlessly.

“Then for now, I bid you adieu, but I will be waiting for you in room 1002,” Amatsu gave Fuji the quickest pecks on the lips. “If you come, you confirm my heart, if you do not, I will learn that you are not interested in me any longer.” And he turned to leave her standing there, waiting for some confirmation that this was all really happening to her.

“Fuji…” Devilin came up behind her, taking her hand into his and pulling her against his chest. “Fuji, don’t go to him.”

Fuji looked down at the tiled floor and was indecisive on what to do… once again.