Seiran Academy

Chapter 12

Minako practically danced into her room at the end of the evening. She swirled into the room and suddenly felt she was walking on air, and it was all thanks to Sage, though Nemesis had a hand in helping her with Thomas. She did not know if she wanted to thank them both, or kick them hard for the liberties they were taking with her life. She did not know exactly what it was but something had lifted her spirits enough that she was almost smiling as she reached back to take down the zipper of her dress then became quickly disgruntled when she could not reach. She had forgotten that Mariko had helped her dress, Mariko, who had gone to bed hours ago while Minako had danced with both Sage and Nemesis, causing many tugs to wag at her closeness to the two men while Daisuke Aino seethed in the corner.

“Need some help?”

Minako did a great impression of a girl who was trying not to jump out of her skin, sliding down onto her bed with a jump and an ungraceful fall onto a mattress. “Belle, I did not even hear you come in,” she admitted. “I thought you and the boys were staying out late.”

Belle shifted and unbuttoned the first button of her blouse. Unlike all of the other women in the ballroom that evening Belle had dressed conservatively in a navy blue blouse and a navy pair of slacks that looked effeminate and yet masculine on the broad girl. Belle was beautiful, there was no denying it, but Minako stuck to the thought that the woman would have been better suited as a man.

“I needed sleep,” Belle said shrugging. “Do you need help with your zipper?”

“Aren’t you a little overeager to undress me?”

Belle appeared nonplussed. “Yes,” she said flatly. “But you also look like you are struggling.”

Minako, too elated to be put off, stood up and turned her back to Belle. She lifted her long tresses of golden hair and waited for Belle to move her hands onto the zipper and pull. Belle’s hands were gentle in their roughness, pulling the zipper all of the way to where the end of it reached just above Minako’s buttocks. Minako tried not to shiver at the feel of the hot skin against her own clammy skin, still coated with a glistening coat of sweat.

Belle’s hands held Minako in place when she went to step away, pulling her back until their bodies were pressed against one another. Belle’s hands encircled Minako’s waist, pulling her hips towards Belle’s body until the two of them were practically molded together, Minako just an inch shorter in her heels. She never realized before how tall Belle was. She never realized a lot of things about Belle, things that were becoming apparent in the closeness of the two bodies.

“I want to tell you my secret,” Belle whispered into Minako’s ear.

Minako pulled away so quickly with a swift light cry that escaped and disappeared into the room before she knew it had come out. She stepped back and fell back onto her bed, her dress now askew from the zipper that had nearly released her, her breasts exposed to the person, no, the man in front of her. “You’re a guy!” she cried out, knowing the sensation of what had been poking at her from behind. She would recognize that hardness, that need, anywhere. She had it forced on her more than she would care to remember, but not by this person.

“Quiet down,” Belle, if that was really his real name, insisted. He stepped forward and Minako quickly found herself searching for blankets to cover her breasts with, but Belle’s hands were around her wrists and pulling them over her head, exposing her body to his dark eyes. “We don’t need everyone in the school knowing my secret.”

“This explains why you never hit me back,” Minako seethed through gritted teeth.

“I didn’t want to knock your ass out,” Belle admitted. “Now you know my secret.”

“Why?” Minako asked, feeling Belle lean in closer till his, her? breasts were pressed tight against Minako’s. “What are those made of?” Belle clamped Minako’s wrists in one hand and used the other hand to rip open the blouse, exposing two perfectly, fake, breasts, formed by a wonderful Victoria’s Secret water-bra. “I knew they were too firm,” Minako abated.

Belle smirked and leaned in closer to Minako, using his free hand to remove the bra and let it slip down his arms revealing a chest that rivaled any good man in perfect shape. He was a little on the skinny side, yet he was well toned underneath it all. Not many men could have pulled off that perfect femininity and still managed to be gruff, yet he had been doing it for at least a year. Who knew about his junior high days?

Belle leaned down to place his lips down upon Minako’s but Minako slipped lower, moving her lips away from his. “At least tell me your real name,” she insisted. “I do not want to kiss someone whom I do not even know.”

Belle smirked but leaned back a little. “My name is Draco,” explained the man above her.

“You mean like Malfoy?” Minako smirked with a horrid twist of her lips. ‘Belle’ leaned forward and bit that twisted lip with a force that made her cry out in pain, a small pin needle of blood dripping from her wounded lip. “That hurt,” she snapped.

“I wanted to prove to you how much of a man I can be,” Draco insisted. “I can show you in many ways.” His lips smothered hers and for a moment all she could do was allow it. She was too surprised to pull away. For years she had been ignored by men, untouchable, despite her beauty. She was a snob, she was quiet, at least she appeared this way. No one wanted a woman with too much baggage. Yet tonight alone she had been kissed by two men, well, at least one and a half men, and one man had held her tight and promised his protection. How was she supposed to react?

“Stop,” she moaned as Draco’s hand ran across her breasts and she arched towards it and at the same time wished to pull away from it. She was unsure of how much she wanted to be toyed with, but this toying was different. She welcomed the attention of this dark trio, and that was what violently had her pulling away from Draco and throwing herself face down on the bed so he could only stare at her bare back. She could not admit such things. She could not enjoy the attentions of three lascivious MEN who were doing everything they could to make her miserable. She was in love with Thomas Evans, and… and what? He had Fatima, she had her step-father? Why could she not enjoy the attentions of these men to the fullest?

“Why are you pretending to be a girl?” Minako asked into her pillow, afraid to look him in the eyes.

“Ah, that my dear, is for another day.” Was she just imagining his voice dropping a few octaves, sounding like something a girl could curl up with on the phone, touching herself lower and lower while he breathed restless sultry words into her ear, her body responding miles from his. That was a voice that tugged at things low in her body grew the confusion of her brain.
Minako sat up, wrapping her arms as best she could around her generous breasts, and let out a sigh. “Why do I feel like you three are making yourselves a puzzle for me to figure out?”

Draco smiled and patted her on the head like she was a good child. “Because we are,” and then the child-like parentage ended and once more he was pulling her arms apart as swiftly as he had changed to patronizing, freeing her breasts to the air and slipping his tongue between her lips, kissing her so deeply she could nearly feel it in her toes. He tumbled her onto her back, rolling on top of her with panther-like grace. His hands moved swiftly and bunched her skirt up around her waist, her dress so haphazard it was as if she wore nothing at all. His fingers slipped into her easily and moved against her, pushing into the slick cavern, rubbing against wet walls, and drawing a cry from her lips that she was surprised did not alert the whole floor to her sudden racking pleasure that was brought on too swiftly. She never remembered anything about sex being pleasurable.

“Please stop,” she begged, and in all honesty, she meant her pleading. Her body was hot and she was ready to be taken, to be used and abused by a man, but this was not what she expected. She was in love, and it certainly was not with this man who dressed as a girl.

Draco/Belle seemed to understand she was serious. He pulled up, fixing the pants that were now bunching around a certain area around his groin and went towards the bathroom. “Please tell no one,” and he stepped into the bathroom.

While Minako searched for something suitable to sleep in she retorted, “Why should I be so nice to you when you’ve done nothing but try to make my life miserable since I came to this dorm room?” Off came her earrings, down came her wild golden tresses, over her head went the T-shirt that was a little snug around her breasts and up went the shorts that now felt a little too short.

“Self-conscious now that you know I’m a man?” Draco was leaning against the doorjamb of the bathroom and gazing in the room at Minako, who flushed from head to toe.

“Slightly,” she admitted. “If you tell me why you are dressing as a girl I’ll keep your secret.”

“You’ll keep it anyway,” Draco laughed, and now that Minako knew he was male he seemed to not care about wearing a water-bra to bed. He wore nothing but a pair of shorts, his chest bare. Minako cocked her head to the side and studied his handsome face, the face of a man she had seen before.

“You are familiar to me,” Minako admitted.

“You’ll figure it out,” Draco promised her. He slipped into his bed and closed his eyes, situating himself for sleep.

Minako sat on the edge of her bed and stared over at the man she was sharing a room with. “Sage isn’t a girl or anything, is he?”

Draco snorted with laughter. “Oh, he’ll be thrilled to hear you ask that!”

Minako flushed once more but did not allow Draco to see it. She turned off the bedside light, a new lamp after the damage to the last one had been deemed totaled. “He is just so soft, very un…masculine.”

“I assure you, my darling, Sage is as much of a male as Nemesis.” After only a moment’s hesitation Draco added, “Yes, Nemesis is a male. Now go to bed.”

“How do you know I will keep your secret?”

“Because your need to know why will outweigh your hatred, now, good night.” Draco was asleep quickly, leaving Minako to think.

Unfortunately, he was right. Her temptation to know the truth kept her silent, even when she wanted to spread the rumor and chase him away. And again, it was not all just the need to know the truth; it was her newfound friendship with Sage, and perhaps even Nemesis, that kept her wanting to keep Belle, er, Draco? happy.

Minako went to bed nearly as confused as she did every night, but for the first time, she slept peacefully in that confusion.