School Girls' Stories - New Generation

Chapter 34 – Christmas Eve – Part 3

“Gee, I’m surprised you didn’t invite the whole chess club to see this,” Yuna snapped as Waza locked the bathroom door behind him. He had brought Yuna into the private bathroom connected to one of the guest rooms, hoping for a moment with her in the large bathtub that made the Kiseki outdoor pool look small.

“I sort of did,” Waza admitted, pulling something out of his pocket and placing it on the edge of the hot tub as Yuna went to turn on the water.

Yuna turned to look at what he placed on the edge of the bathtub and froze. She reached down and grabbed her heels and began to place them back on her feet. “You are not recording this,” she snapped at him.

Waza shrugged. “Okay,” he said, grabbed the tiny web camera, digital so that it did not have to be hooked up to a computer to be recording and showing. He turned towards the door and began to walk out, acting like he was the one offended and hurt by this.

“You’re leaving?” Yuna snapped. She was the one who was supposed to be pretending to walk out on him.

“Of course,” Waza snapped. “I mean, you don’t seem to enjoy being very adventurous, I need a girl who can be… risky. You are not it.”

“I can be risky,” Yuna snapped, kicking her heels off and letting them clatter over the linoleum. “Fine, let’s do it, I don’t care,” and with that she stripped off her dress so she was wearing only the light blue glitter thong she had had underneath.

“I’m not sure I’m in the mood anymore,” Waza said nonchalantly. It was a lie, he was always very much in the mood, but instead he just sort of rolled his eyes and acted like he did not care.

Yuna huffed, sashayed over to Waza, trying to retain her sexual prowess when all she wanted to do was smack him or run away. She stepped a few steps closer, pressed up close against him, and ran her hands up the inside of his thigh. Waza smiled, guiding her hand to the promised spot that he enjoyed best, and she took the hardness in her hand and gripped tightly, rubbing through the fabric of his custom Armani pants.

Waza reached back and gripped the back of Yuna’s hair, pulling her to him for another rough kiss. He had never been gentle with her but now, since her first time having sex, he seemed to gradually grow more and more rough, and now almost seemed like no exception as he literally threw her into the filling bathtub, submerging her nearly naked figure in the waters. While she was inundated he placed the camera back on the edge of the tub and turned it to record, where four geeks could see the action from home. Waza undress while she was coming up for air, her perfect blonde hair now out of place. She did not even want to think of how she was going to explain her messed up make-up to her mother afterwards.

Waza stripped completely and slid himself into the bath to be with his girlfriend. Yuna slipped towards him, forgetting or not noticing the camera on the edge of the tub. Waza, however, did not feel like taking his time with Yuna. He flipped her over, pulling her hips up, having her face nearly in the water that was still slowly trickling upwards, neither of them bothering to turn off the faucets, and leaned up against her ass and inserted himself roughly. Water may seem like a natural lubricant, but in actuality it is quite the opposite. It makes it rougher, harder, and Waza pushed with all of his might inside a girl who had yet to be ready. She nearly slipped on the bottom of the tub, her body falling forward, but Waza caught her and thrust inside of her again. Yuna’s body jerked with his movements and she tried to meet him thrust for thrust, but instead sort of just grunted and tried to keep her head above water. He pushed deeper and deeper, hitting all of the right spots, but instead she felt irritated and itchy and could not bring herself to enjoy the movement.

However, back home in front of their computers, four geeks, and various friends, were enjoying it very much.

~*~

“Uncle Devilin, I do not think we should be in here,” Rhapsody said quietly as the older man lead her into Ashe’s room. He did not know the nightmares that this room alone gave her, much less being in it. Danko and Fuji had wanted to do some catching up on their own, and Devilin quickly had agreed to take Rhapsody back down with the others with him, but instead he had other plans for his pretty little ‘niece’.

“Why?” Devilin asked, closing the door soundly behind them. “Are you still feeling your brother’s spirit?”

“Mom’s trying to keep this room untouched,” Rhapsody admitted. “Since his body was never found she believes he’s not really dead, though the amount of blood on his clothing that was dredged up proves otherwise. And they did find the…”

“Toe?”

“Can you not be so callous about it?” Rhapsody was backing towards the door. Being in this room made her nauseous, worse than anything she had ever known. Her head was reeling with memories, both good and horrifying. She could hardly breathe in this room, and she knew why Devilin had brought her in here.

“You know that Ashe isn’t your real brother, don’t you?” Devilin said it so spitefully that Rhapsody was a bit confused. She looked up at him, first surprised he knew, and then surprised by the anger in his red eyes. “I’m the one who bought him.”

“What?” Rhapsody asked, stepping closer to the door. When her hand hit the handle, though, she was shocked to find she could not turn the knob. Devilin had done something deliberately to the other side to keep them in.

“Fuji and Amatsu didn’t know,” Devilin continued, almost ignoring that Rhapsody was in there. This was when she realized how drunk he possibly was. He had drunk quite a few of those wines and vodkas and whatever else her mother and Danko had been making in the private little bar in the sitting room. Was he now telling her some drunken lie? No, most drunks tended to be a little too honest. “Fuji’s baby died at birth, but I couldn’t let her down. I loved Fuji, I loved her so much I was willing to pay off doctors and nurses to get her the baby she wanted so badly. I thought, and they thought, after all of the complications that she would never be able to have children again, and I could not watch Fuji break. So I gave her someone else’s baby, and made sure they had a bank error in their favor one day, just to help heal the heartache a little.

“Fuji and Amatsu didn’t find out until Ashe was in the car accident.” Devilin was now dangerously close to Rhapsody and giving her no way out. He had her cornered between him and the door and was not willing to just let her move away from him. He placed his hands out, keeping her pinned against him and the door, feeling her body through his silk and through the thin material of the ruby dress. “When they tried to give him blood, and neither matched, they were devastated. That was when they found out, and they told Ashe, but they lied and said they knew all along, to protect me.” Devilin snorted. “I didn’t do it to be protected, I did it because I was in love, but I realize I would never have Fuji. So now, Rhapsody my dear, it’s you I want. You are the one I need to be with, I have to be with.”

Devilin moved too fast. Rhapsody was trying to force the words to sink in, why did everyone feel they should explain these things to her, and while the words were taking their places in her head Devilin was lifting her hips, pulling her close, pulling down his pants and pushing aside her underwear. He was inside of her before her protest could come out, pushing deep, driving into her and then just holding her there for a moment, enjoying the sensation of being sheathed inside of her, feeling her breasts brushing against his chin, feeling her molded around him. He did not move, just pushed deeply in, holding to the one part that made her shiver. She could not help her body from reacting, he was pushing against a sensitive spot, holding against it, and it was causing her body to grow moist, and she hated it, hated him, in those moments. She opened her mouth to scream, but then his lips were over hers, taking her open mouth as an invitation, and then he was thrusting in and out of her while she was pressed against the door. On the other side, if someone walked by, they would have heard the steady pound of her body hitting against it as Devilin continued to thrust in and out.

Rhapsody clung to him, because now she could think of nothing else to do. Everyone in her life seemed to be taking advantage of her, so should she not be enjoying it? She let him push in and out, trying to meet his thrusts, though his strokes were uneven and unpredictable. He was sporadic in his lovemaking, and she was unsure if that was what made it feel so good or made it so awful. Instead she just let him take advantage of her as tears welled up in her eyes and she wondered when her life was going to be normal.

Her eyes were closed, the only sounds of the grunting coming from Devilin as he pushed in and out of her, thrusting into her, filling her, stretching her. She did not notice the doors of the balcony being pushed open, she did not feel the cool breeze, only the heat of Devilin inside of her. She did not notice anything amiss until Devilin’s thrusts stopped and his eyes went wide. To the back of Devilin’s head was a gun, the barrel pressed into the base of Devilin’s neck.

“I think you need to get off of my sister.”