▶ ORIGINAL TEST DRIVE 2 POST IS LOCATED HERE ▶ ALL NEW TOP LEVELS SHOULD NOW BE POSTED ON TAKE 2
▶ ALL CARRIED OVER OLD TOP LEVELS SHOULD BE LINKED, NOT COPY AND PASTED
【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-Star Resort and Casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
Due to unprecedented high demand we are temporarily unable to check you in to your reserved room. We apologize for the inconvenience. We have arranged for a temporary room while we work on processing your reservation as quickly as possible. We appreciate your understanding.
As a special wedding gift from us, we have arranged for you and your new spouse to stay in one of our junior penthouses while you wait. Congratulations on your new marriage. We are so pleased you have chosen our resort for your honeymoon.
You will be notified as soon as your official reservation has been processed. Your comfort and happiness are our utmost priority. We hope you enjoy the provided amenities and lose yourself in marital bliss. 】
EVENS
EVENS: NEW CHARACTERS
Music plays. Instrumental, the tune gentle enough not to disturb peaceful rest. The sudden insistent beep of the Watch is a cutting cacophony across an otherwise sweet lullaby. Upon opening their eyes, new arrivals will quickly discover that something is wrong. The quilt snug across their body is weighty. Crystals glint in a weave of embroidery and cotton shimmers with threads of silver. Dozens of decorative pillows surround the bed. The gauzy curtains of the canopied bed are drawn, obscuring the rest of the room.
Extravagant for a kidnapping. Too extravagent. What’s more, these new guests will find something even stranger than this new diamond-studded suite tucked into bed beside them. Someone else. Who are they, what are they wearing? What happened last night?!
Guests are encouraged to explore the resort from here! There are paper maps available for those who would like and staff are happy to recommend locations if they have any preferences. Enjoy your honeymoon, you lovebirds!
ODDS
ODDS: SPECIAL RE-ARRIVAL
Never trust a hallway in the Golden peacock.
Cross the wrong threshold and time begins to slow. A short hallway becomes long, sheds its doors, only leading to turns without end. Guests too eager to explore the resort have gotten lost before. For how long always varies, dependent upon capriciousness of the resort. Hours? Yes. Years? Yes. Every guest caught in the winding hallways has reported the same thing: time is different there and too difficult to discern.
Some wayward guests have been caught in the endless hallways since the FIRST TDM. Weeks pass before a single doorway appears in the distance. It creaks upon opening before everything goes topsy-turvy. These guests have been let out of a trap door in the depths of Crane's Respite.
All water corridors will eventually lead back to the populated areas of Crane's Respite. The waters are warm, the scent of bath salts returns, and staff are wild with joy at finally finding all of you. They have been beside themselves searching ever since you vanished!
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Because we love all of the new characters premiering on this TDM, we kindly request that our Evens prompt be top level exclusive for new characters. Current characters are encouraged to tag in to these prompts with the caveat that they’ve been picked up from their assigned suite (or wherever else they were before) and dumped into the new arrival’s bed. We would like for new characters to have this prompt unique to their top level comments!
▶ Players are welcome to have their current character riff off of these prompts in the log community with the exclusion of the new arrival element. This request is just for TDM top levels.
▶ Current characters and new characters are both welcome to freely mess around with the Odds prompt with the exclusion of the arrival element. For new characters, players may participate with the idea that their character is exploring Crane’s Respite after their unique arrival in the Evens prompt. The Odds arrival element may also be utilized by current player characters who may have been on an unofficial hiatus in January and did not tag as much as they would have liked, to explain any long IC absence.
▶ Octopi may be killed. If a character decides to eat one of the octopi they may find themselves taking on some of its traits. Which traits are up to player discretion.
ELEVATORS
ELEVATORS
The house has recently ordered a full changeout of art in all high traffic areas. The elevators in particular have received special attention with many different famous artworks and portraits studded to the walls for guests to admire. These artworks are treasures of the modern world that one would typically see behind glass at a museum. Guests may even find works from their own world hanging in the elevators. Even famous works that maybe have been lost to time. So this is where they ended up. Is that Vermeer's The Concert?
Guests may find their elevator suddenly stopping without warning. The portraits on the wall stir, curiously studying them, but there are three main portraits calling the shots. The portrait that controls that particular elevator will make their demands known with the threat that, if they are not obeyed, you will be trapped forever.
Elevators will function after the portrait's demands are met. Guests that hold out and refuse may find themselves trapped upwards of twelve hours. Guests with the ability to do so may crawl out of the top emergency door, free to go wherever they want from there.
GREAT TIT!
GREAT TIT!
Great Tit! is the Golden Peacock’s popular dessert bar and cafe. With its bright pops of color and whimsical treats, guests simply can’t resist stopping in for a butt shaped cookie and hazelnut coffee. After catching wind that the resort has decided to celebrate a dessert shop's most lucrative holiday, Great Tit! is ready to impress the masses. Advertisements for limited edition drinks and desserts rain the main lobby; one can’t go three steps without slipping on a neon pink coupon for 10 percent off nipple buns. Guests that decide to pass by the cafe will find themselves assaulted with confetti cannons and eager employees ushering them inside.
Guests will find a temporary communal shower room upon exiting Great Tit! where they can wash off after a fun day of rolling around in sugar. All guests will be gifted a tee branded with a, CHOCOLATE IS MY LOVER logo.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ This portraits prompt has been triggered by several characters expressing interest in and investigating the lore of the resort paintings. This is just dipping a beginning toe in, but congrats to all for poking around!
▶ Portraits in the elevator should not be destroyed, purely for continuity’s sake. If a character would go far enough to attack one of the portraits, the portrait will slap them back with ghostly power.
▶ Characters may also figure other ways out of the elevator if they have specific abilities to do so. While the portraits can control the elevators, they cannot control your character(s). Any destruction to the elevator itself is liable to result in a rush of security dragging the culprit(s) away to the Iron Net.
▶ Great Tit! is running a massive sale! Even characters who are on the broke end of the spectrum will be able to afford to join in on the fun and indulge in sugar at these prices.
▶ Players are encouraged to make up any other elements for the Hall of Chocolate. If it’s a dessert and edible, it’s there. Enjoy your sugar coma!
▶ While the chocolate boxes are ICly limited due to Alessandro’s skills as a chocolatier, this is only an IC mechanic. There is no OOC limitation on this prompt as far as chocolate rarity goes.
THE NEST
ALICE AND THE PARROTS
Fashion boutiques are a dime a dozen in the Nest. The shopping hub is massive, lined with stores all trying to aggressively appeal to guests. A challenge in itself — but the guests of the Golden Peacock are no ordinary people. Used to being pampered and fed excitement, if these boutiques don’t bust their bottoms to appeal to the fickle nature of their patrons, they won’t be in business for much longer! One particular boutique, Alice and the Parrots, is riding winds of romantic thrill and churning out a couple of brand new fashion lines sure to draw in loads of chips.
Guests are welcome to try on clothes in Alice and the Parrots' dressing rooms. These dressing rooms are small and can only accommodate two people sharing at a time. Such is the life of a small boutique store. Sharing is no big deal, right? And there’s no way you can buy clothing this expensive without giving it a test first.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Players are encouraged to make up whatever cute outfits they would like for this prompt.
▶ Wedding clothes do not have to be cute and frilly; this section accommodates tastes of everyone.
▶ Alice and the Parrots is more expensive than Love Dove. Their clothing quality is excellent but their price tags are high. Staff may watch low ranks extra diligently to cut off any stealing. Thieves will be chased by NPC security! Anyone caught gets a day in the Iron Net.
CASINO CHAPEL
CASINO FLOOR
A Pop up Chapel has appeared in the Phoenix Casino. Guests are delighting in playing out weddings and pretending to get married — and a few guests are even tying the knot for real. They aren't worried about the sanctity of marriage; they can divorce tomorrow if they get bored of each other. And everyone knows that getting married doesn't mean you can't fuck whoever you want!
Since the resort isn't keeping track of how many marriages a guest has, all guests are encouraged to marry as many people as they would like. The more the merrier!
Wild wedding events will continue all throughout the month of February, until the guests find it's gotten stale. A divorce rush will round out the fun at the end of the month.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Weddings are not legally binding. Birdvis is not registered as a real officiant, but he does have an excellent beak and pompadour.
▶ Prizes from easy mode slot machines are automatic and do not require mod thumbs up to claim.
▶ Chip prize from difficult mode slot machines is automatic. The special prize is 5 reward points to add to your bank on rewards. Players who wish to claim the special prize should link the finished thread (the kink in question has been completed) under their rewards header with the header, Wedding Slot Machine. If you do any combination of 6/6 (finger hand lol) we ask you somehow make this sexy or involve a climax in order to claim the points.
BLANKET CW: Aphrodisiac; Compulsion; Costumes; Dubcon; Entrapment; Foodplay; Gambling; Lingerie; Matrimony; Tentacles; NSFW Images and Language; NTR; Nudity; Roleplay; Sacrilegious Themes
▶ All new characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. The house is still observing and deciding. As rank and suits are assigned upon acceptance your new character's suit will not manifest until they are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's February event.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Please make sure to review the arrival prompt notes! Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are priority and receive attention!
▶ If you aren't satisfied with the prompts on this TDM please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort.
▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread anyway!
▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.
▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.
▶ Thank you for spending Valentine's Day with us! You're our sweetheart this year. 💕
[ The door shutting has a strange sense of finality to it. Oh, well. Another thing to not think about after making sure it's securely locked. There isn't much room for thought in her brain as it is, because there's less room in the stall now that two people are occupying it. He's more overwhelming this way. She finds herself staring more openly at him now that there aren't so many probing gazes on them.
Ah. She should probably respond, right? Right. ]
It's not embarrassing. [ She gives what she hopes is an encouraging smile through her own blushing. ] Or, if it is...we'll have to be embarrassed together? Changing clothes is already overwhelming enough for me. And now I get to do it with you...
[ Whoa, what? That sounded romantic or something! Then again, how else was she supposed to say it? There's a quick grimace before she moves on from worrying about that. Ultimately, this was going to help her and the Player! They'd need money for their new life together! ]
How about we face away from each other? Then just hand everything over without having to see anything, er... [ Okay, she can't help a laugh at the word that immediately came to mind. ] Naughty?
[ Aside from what they've already seen. And done. And will see and do after swapping underwear. Abruptly, she turns away, exhaling shakily. Is it wrong to find this so thrilling? ]
Right, so. Same to you. If you need help or anything else.
[ She doesn't move. She figures she'll get started when she hears him doing it first. It's good manners! ]
[ After double-checking that the door is securely locked, he gives it a gentle shake, ensuring that no one can sneak in or take a peek. Well, at least he hopes so. The space feels a bit tight now, but it's an improvement without those curious glances from strangers. Those folks outside must be eagerly listening to whatever they're discussing; it's inevitable how curious they were earlier. ]
Yeah? I guess bein' embarrassed together won't be too bad. [ Something like that makes him feel better. ] Oh, dunno 'bout that.. it coulda been anyone.
[ But maybe he's a little glad it's him? Strangely, he's suddenly okay with being here, even if it's different and he shouldn't be undressing in front of anyone. Ah, if Ibara could see him now, he'd surely be put on blast.
To her idea, he nods, knowing that's the only thing they could do here. ]
That's fine with me. Makes it easier that way, so we don't hafta see anything.
[ The thought makes him a little nervous, mostly because he's never undressed in front of a woman before, let alone a stranger. But she turns away, so he can trust that. ]
Right, it'll just take a second.
[ He breathes out, trying to keep his features natural, because this is something he shouldn't feel normal about. The atmosphere does feel calm, as if there's something there, despite the strangers being outside the door. It's better now the door is closed, now they've established turning away from one another.
Shifting his thumb under the waistband of the underwear, pulling the fabric down over his hips and past his thighs. Being turned away makes it less complicated, but he can't help but find this situation absurd. As he steps out of his underwear, he contemplates whether he should offer them to her right away. He should, shouldn't he? ]
[ There's definitely a slight dip in noise around them. New guests, doing something like this already? Who wouldn't want to eavesdrop! Monika ignores it, though. Her focus is entirely on the man in the stall with her. She catches herself nearly saying that she's glad she ran up to him and he's the one who said yes. Quickly, the urge is swallowed down. He's not the Player. She'd know by now if he were. But even if he's not...
No. More bad thoughts. She shakes them off, then nods to herself. ]
Yep. Just a second.
[ Eventually, the sounds of his movements behind her begin. Her breath catches. She can't see anything, but her imagination's already exploding with possibilities. What do all those hidden parts look like? Oof, why is she thinking that? Before she can get too deep into her wild thoughts, she remembers she should be doing the same thing.
Another breath. Her fingers hook under the top band of her panties, then she carefully slides them down her legs. She shivers a little immediately, partially from the fresh breeziness below, partially because she's so exposed now. Once she's straightened up, she needlessly folds her underwear, neat as ever. Now to just hand them over.
She finds herself peering over her shoulder before she can stop herself. There's soft noise once she realizes, then she quickly faces forward again, red in the face and heart pounding harder. The glance was hardly a second, but she got enough of one. Way too much of one. That's how a butt looks, huh...
Her eyes close, and she blindly moves her hand in his direction. She'll meet up with his hand eventually! Only after she's bumped against his hip a few times, however.
[ When he's done, he continues to gaze forward as she removes her own underwear. The tips of his ears burn from the shuffling behind him, while there isn't much to glance at save the door. He struggles to exactly put his finger on why, but the sound of Monika breathing makes his cheeks burn next, resisting the need to turn around.
It would be rude of him to turn around, and he should respect her right to solitude by not doing so. Considering he's not that kind of guy, he chooses to wait for her to finish before giving his, deciding to hold his boxers in his hands until she's ready. Despite the lack of privacy in this situation, he swallows down while he acknowledges how exposed they both are. Promising to offer her privacy, he continues to keep his head down until he realises she's presenting her underwear, at which point he'll reach over and make the exchange.
It's not like Monika is staring at him, so there's no reason to look!
He bites down when he feels her fingers brush against his hip, swallowing a faint groan he wasn't keen on bringing out. How embarrassing that a simple touch could elicit a sound from him that sets his heart racing. ]
R-right, here's mine.
[ Although his voice is a touch low, he finds her hand and slips his briefs in her outstretched one before taking hers. Not before his fingers, still straining to find the cloth, brush lightly across hers. Knowing that he would have continued to advance blindly until he discovered where her hand was, relieved he wasn't the one reaching out.
The cloth feels soft against his fingertips, so he swallows as he shuffles his feet and steps into her panties. Now that he's attempting to pull up her underwear against his hips, there's an uncertainty of what to do next, or whether he should speak at all. ]
[ Her hand's still tingling where her skin met his hip, where his fingers brushed across hers. Why's it so hard to breathe? Why does it suddenly feel like there's more to this than just sharing clothes? ]
Thank you.
[ Her voice is soft. Breathy. She takes his briefs, fingers tightening around them. Some of his warmth continues to linger in the fabric. Now to just put them on instead of staring a hole into them, imagining the parts they were literally just up against...
She doesn't fully look back this time, but her eyes drift in that direction, wondering what he's feeling while sliding her panties on. Are hers just as warm? Maybe he's even as secretly excited as she is, she wildly hopes.
No more hesitating. One leg, then the other, and she pulls his briefs up her legs. She makes a tiny noise of surprise once they're fully up, though she still needs to keep a grip on them--her hips can only do but so much to help keep them in place. But they're on. And she likes it.
It must be safe to turn around now, right? So, slowly, she takes tiny steps, turning to face him. And what a sight. She stares openly, too oblivious to bother hiding how obvious she's being. It's cute and sultry at the same time. A part of her, a part of him, so intimately shared. ]
Just like I thought. [ She giggles softly. ] You make everything look better~
[ Monika gradually steps in closer. With the limited room in the stall, she has to do that. They have to finish this. Once there's barely any room between them, though, she pauses there, looking up at his face. Maybe--just one touch-- ]
I'll just. Grab your clothes. Then it's just our shoes and...we're done.
[ There's no hiding the disappointment in her voice. She doesn't think she could hide it if she tried. ]
[ After he finishes speaking, he exhales, feeling a slight catch in his throat. The memory of her fingers lingering on his hip and the way his own brushed against hers lingers in his mind. This is all new to him, never having been in this situation before with a girl. He's changed stage clothes numerous times in front of his unit, but a female's gaze feels different. Stirring up emotions he's never experienced before. ]
Yeah, it's.. it's not a problem.
[ As he slips into her underwear, he can't help but notice the warmth of the fabric against his thighs. Is it because they were just on Monika? He tries not to dwell on that too much, although the thoughts persist and his cheeks flush at the mere idea of wearing something that was once hers. He hasn't a clue what she may be thinking, but he hopes it's close to the same.
The underwear doesn't quite fit him perfectly, but he takes care not to damage the delicate fabric, pulling them up around his hips. It's a snug fit, but strangely satisfying. Somehow, it's strangely intimate to have something of her on him other than just her bra. It's better not to entertain any inappropriate thoughts. He wouldn't want to make her uncomfortable, so it's best to keep it to himself.
It's almost as if her words have the power to distract him from any discomfort. Even when she seems to be undressed, he remains surprisingly unfazed. Jun turns his head, feeling a sense of safety in facing her. As he expected, she's dressed, albeit in his underwear, which doesn't bother him at all. His eyes involuntarily linger for a moment, and a faint blush still tinges his cheeks. ]
Oh, yeah? I tried my best putting 'em on. I didn't wanna ruin the fabric 'cause they're yours. But you look good, Monika-san.
[ Despite the way she looks, he struggles to find the right words, blurting out the first compliment that comes to mind.
He gulps as she steps forward, not sure what might happen or what she's thinking at this point. But, oh, she sounds disappointed. Well, Jun tries to smile anyway, even if he figures once they finally finish putting on one another's clothes, it might be a while before they see one another again. He'll wait just a moment before reaching for her clothes, deciding to speak first. ]
You don't hafta feel sad, y'know? I'll be 'round this place, so even after what I said, I'm sure we'll see one another again ~ ♪
[ She's supposed to be reaching for the rest of his clothing still hanging up on what was once the wall they shared. Now they're sharing the same space, she reminds herself. Ha, as if she could forget. Maybe this would be one of those times where it'd be good to pinch herself.
Monika moves closer yet, her eyes flickering down to see just how snug the fit of her underwear is on him. And, well. There are definitely parts of him poking through. Her heart skips a beat, but...she can't stop staring.
Her eyes jerk back up to his face when he speaks. She knows she's still staring like a total idiot, but can she be blamed at this point? ]
You did good. [ Her ability to fake confidence kicks back in for a second so she can, gasp! Flirt some more! ] Not as good as you look, though...Jun-Jun~
[ She'd hesitated because she never learned the nuances of honorifics, despite being from a game vaguely set in Japan. "Jun-Jun" seems cute, though. It should cover up the flub.
If that doesn't? Her suddenly going in for a hug will. Her cheek presses against his chest, a soft breath brushing across his skin. She couldn't resist anymore. She had to know how it felt to do that. She had to know how he felt.
It's amazing. It's overwhelming. There's so much warmth. And a heartbeat! Everything she's dreamt of... ]
I met you, so...I think I'll be way less sad now.
[ Yeah. This will make up for this moment eventually having to come to an end, she thinks. ]
[ Though aware of her lingering gaze, he struggles to conceal his shyness, feeling his cheeks flush as her eyes briefly wander downward. It's not as if he hasn't noticed that, but Monika doesn't seem to mind, even if he's feeling incredibly shy. Monika doesn't seem to mind his reticence, but he feels incredibly self-conscious under her eyes.
And he tries not to stare at her, but her gaze affects him regardless of her expression. Her stare is unlike that of an adoring fan; even though he still feels bashful around Monika, hearing his nickname from her lips compels him to meet her eyes. This is the first time a girl has addressed him by that name, having heard it countless times before by other people he knew. ]
You think so? I wouldn't go that far, but I thought..
[ Jun's train of thought is interrupted when she suddenly lunges towards him, startling him with the unexpected contact. Too surprised to push her away, not that he would—that would be rude. He only rebuffs the bothersome advances of a certain someone who irks him by climbing on him.
Monika feels warm in his arms, an intimacy he has never experienced at the rushed fan meetings. This moment is real; he can feel her breath, soft and warm on his skin. A blush spreads across his cheeks, yet he moves his hand along her back, pulling her nearer. ]
Yeah, that's.. that's good. I wouldn't want you to wear a sad expression, anyway. That sorta look doesn't suit you ♪
[ He may not know her too well, but that's exactly the type of words people enjoy hearing, don't they? ]
[ His hunch is right. She's wanted to hear words like that for so, so long. From the Player, yes, but...she can handle a small substitution for them. Right? Yeah, they won't mind. As much as she's edited things out of necessity before, it's fine.
She makes a quiet noise of happiness as he brings them closer together. They're doing this, and he hasn't called her a creep or anything? The real world's so amazing! ]
God, you're so sweet. Ahaha, it's getting harder to resist eating you up~
[ Wait. That sounded--well. Yeah. But she didn't mean it that way! She thinks? What she says next probably isn't going to help matters. ]
You smell so good. Like me, but also you. Like we're becoming one person...
[ She's forgetting about the rest of the clothes she needs to be grabbing. Who needs chips when you can simply touch someone? Be held by someone? She'd have given up all the money in the world for this if being dropped in this resort never happened. Who knows, maybe she still would.
...What is happening? Is there something in the atmosphere? Or is this just her? The breaths puffing against him get shakier as she gets braver, more impulsive. Her hands wander up his back, bolder touches than those she'd stolen earlier. She's going to greedily snatch up all she can until she's stopped somehow. All the knowing laughter outside of the stall won't deter her.
She looks up at him through her fringe. Whatever's spurring her on, she's not doing anything to stop it. ]
[ Despite having no real experience to compare it to, holding a cute girl in his arms feels nice, even though it also makes him suddenly nervous. The only times anyone's been this physically close were the staged kisses and touches with his partner, which were just for show. But this was completely different; on stage they were acting, and, well, this isn't.
But he's acutely aware of how much this could damage his career, create unwanted drama, and hurt CosPro, Eden, and Eve. Though he tries to suppress it, a blush creeps into his cheeks at her touch, which feels pleasurably novel, free of the usual ridicule about his physique. Unsure what she means by "becoming one person," he recalls his partner's refrain that they are "one body, one soul." Maybe that implies the same union. ]
We're close, Monika-san. Really close.
[ Thanks, Captain Obvious, but he's at a loss for words. His head feels foggy, and grows more so as she mentions a kiss. This time, embarrassment floods his face as the laughter outside amplifies his nerves. Though risky, no one here knows his identity, so he considers acting on impulse. Still, he hesitates, wondering if he should seize the moment or let it pass.
Though he wanted to kiss her as well, he refrains for the moment, thinking it too soon. ]
Well, I think that's a bad idea.
[ Though the tone of his voice belies his words, he is seriously considering her advances. With desire in her gaze and the touch of her hands on his back, it becomes increasingly difficult for him to maintain rational thought.
He inches closer, gently caressing her cheek with his thumb in a slow, tender motion. ]
[ She agrees, breathy from excitement. What felt strange before, that honorific after her name, now sounds like the sweetest of kisses coming off his lips. Not as sweet as a real one would, though--
Oh.
The change in her demeanor is near-instant. The dreamy glee falls from her face, and the cold chill of disappointment drapes over her. Rejected. But why? They both wanted this. More importantly, she wanted it. That's all that should matter. Just Monika's needs. Just her just her just hě̷̡r̴̝͆ ̷̰́j̴͚̋ǘ̸͓s̶͙̊t̶̰̑ ̷͖̽h̴̝̆e̴̫̚r̶̜̎ ̸̕ͅJ̶̻͛U̶̘̐S̵͖̊T̴̳͒ ̸̰̊H̴̅ͅE̷͊͜R̸̮̈́
The bite of her nails sinking into his back softens. The rage that had flared up is doused by his touch. She breathes out in relief, pressing into it. Better. So much better. ]
That's the thing, though...
[ Her head tilts up as she places one hand on top of his on her cheek. She's ready. She wants it. She breathes in, holding his scent inside again. Hoping. Waiting. Pushing up on her tiptoes to make it easier for him to eventually kiss her. ]
[ The nails dig into his flesh as he watches her smile morph into an expression of disappointment, a look he can't bear to see on her face. It wasn't that Jun wanted to reject her; rather, rejecting her stirred up inescapable feelings of guilt.
As she tilts her head, he feels her hand upon his and finds it increasingly difficult to restrain himself. He wonders if it would be alright to kiss her, if they could keep it a secret between them, if no one else had to know... ]
Mhm, I guess that's true. I don't really like havin' good ideas, anyway.
[ Tentatively, he leans in again, brushing his nose against hers. Despite the laughter outside the bathroom stall making him uneasy, he reaches around her waist, caressing her soft skin with his thumb. Without a shred of confidence, he awkwardly leans in to kiss her, lips meeting hers in a fumbling first attempt. With half-lidded eyes, he experiences an unfamiliar sensation that he's ever felt—she tastes sweet, though he remains unsure what to do. ]
[ She trails off once his nose moves against hers. So close. She breathes out from the anticipation, the want. Closer still, when his arm holds her in place. The Player could forgive this. Or maybe, even better, she could pretend Jun was the Player, just for a little while. She can't get in trouble for a tiny case of mistaken identity. Jun's so sweet and pure, it'd be impossible not to confuse him for someone else so perfect!
Their lips meet at last. Her knees knock together and she makes the happiest of noises. It doesn't matter to her that he's awkward about it. She's no better. Fantasizing about kisses didn't grant her any experience, after all. It takes her a moment to figure out the proper angles so they can kiss properly, following that up with her own experimental attempt to kiss him.
And...it's good. It's so good. She even feels one of her feet lifting up, just as if she'd been swept up in the perfect first kiss in the romance novel of her dreams. Just to make things better, her hand slides off of his and moves to his cheek, holding him there as she eagerly takes the lead. She wants to kiss his lips more. Taste more of him. Feel more of those tingly sensations in her chest.
If he'll let her, she'll figure out what to do. For the both of them. ]
[ And he imagines that they do, but then it all becomes real as his lips part against hers. Jun can't believe he's doing this, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. Kissing girls is a new experience for him as an idol—a forbidden intimacy idols are deterred from. He imagines her lips parting against his, his heart quickening in different ways, which becomes startlingly real.
The feeling remains dangerous, and Monika's sweetness so alluring that he can't resist pressing his lips to hers, startled as her hand strokes his cheek. Though this tenderness may be a fleeting desire, kisses become softer against her lips with her touch, unlike anything he's experienced. Parting his lips, he gently sucked on her upper lip, thinking that could be the next thing to try.
But he's indifferent about leading, eagerly wanting to show Monika his current interest in her, if nothing else. Though willing to follow her lead, he traces his thumb along her chin, his tongue brushing her lower lip, inviting further intimacy. Unsure where to place his hand, he hesitates between resting it on her hip or moving it to her back. For the moment, he keeps lightly circling her hip with his thumb.
And if she wants to continue leading, he'll allow it. ]
[ Rather quickly, she's learning she may have been a little too confident in her ability to lead. Real people react unpredictably. There's no control over what he does. While that's exciting, it's also overwhelming. Or is that all the new sensations? Both? Ahhh, she can't focus!
Her body arches closer to his as he experiments along with her, enveloping her upper lip with more new feelings, and unable to stop it, a moan leaks out, nearly loud enough to be heard by others. Before she can think too much on it, his tongue hits her lower lip, and she sinks back into the pleasure of being so close, so intimate with someone. ]
You taste like...
[ One second. She needs another taste (or twenty) to know for sure. It's hesitant at first, how her tongue slides against his, but she gets braver. A few more happy noises drift above the stall, but she stops worrying about it. The idea that people might know what's happening? It's becoming as exciting as it is dangerous.
Her lips move away once again, just barely. Her eyes open, lids heavy, hands coming to a rest on his chest. She steals more touches of the muscles under her bra, biting her lower lip with a desire she never knew she could feel for someone other than the Player.
Monika moves forward. Insistent. His back may end up against the stall if she keeps at it. ]
You taste like the heaven I've always imagined. The one I thought I'd never have.
[ So corny. So cheesy. But it's the exact sort of thing she's always wanted to say. A romantic dream come true. ♥
She wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him down, her kisses growing hungrier, skin pressing against skin. His underwear slips down a bit lower, exposing more of her hips to him, and without her bra, he'll feel the effect he's having through his shirt, nipples obviously poking through the fabric. Things are escalating, just a little, and it's not clear if she's aware of that. ]
[ Her moan causes his body to throb with heat under his neck—the sweetest sound he's ever heard from anyone. Her reaction emboldens him, giving him confidence that the kiss is hitting the right notes, even if he's unsure of his next move.
But he waits for her to continue the thought, and when she doesn't finish it and kisses him instead, he reciprocates. At the moment, he disregards whether anyone outside can hear them or if someone is eavesdropping at the door; he'll deal with that possibility later.
As Monika's hand presses against his chest, he feels the heaviness that has accumulated there give way to lightness. Her touch is comforting, unlike the complaints he often hears criticising his physique. It gives him a boost of confidence—perhaps girls do appreciate muscles, after all. He moves back slightly, smiling as she continues to touch him. Realising how cute she looks, biting her lip. ]
Yeah, you think so~?
[ Though cliché, he had heard similar sentiments from fans before. However, this was different, coming from someone whose lips he had kissed. As her hands reached for his neck, he obliged, tilting his head down, thumb-caressing her cheek as their kisses grew more passionate. Danger lurked, as things were veering into risky territory, but he could stop at any time. For now, though, he didn't want to.
But he fails to notice that a portion of his underwear has slid down his hips, as he's completely engrossed in kissing her. As soon as she leans her body onto his, he immediately feels the touch of her firm nipples against his chest. He gasps in reaction, hands instinctively shifting to her back, gripping onto the material of the shirt, as the hairs on his arms rise. He presses his tongue to her lips, silently asking for entry, hoping she'll grant him it. ]
[ His reactions are so bad. So bad, so terrible, so awful, so perfect. So everything that neither of them should be doing, but feels exactly like what they should.
She draws in a breath through her nose, then releases it against his mouth when she comes up for a break from drowning in him. Being badder is getting easier. One word from him, and convincing herself that she'd do whatever he wants would take seconds. ]
Oh, yeah. I know so.
[ She can feel more skin touching between them, especially in some of those very dangerous areas. It's not stopping her. There's an impulse to rub against him and drag out more of the exciting sensations between her thighs. As he grasps her tighter, as his tongue slips into her mouth, the underwear she's wearing slides down her thighs, just enough, coming to a stop above her knees. She's exposed to him, a slight shiver running across her body as the air hits the wetness--oh gosh, she's wet--he's worked up. What if she touched herself? What if...he touched her?
She gets bolder than ever. Her hands slither to his sides, then down to his hips, to his back. She moans in want as she pulls their hips together, nails running across his muscles. If he wants to steer them back to a safer place, it's time to grab the wheel. Monika, meanwhile?
[ Though he knows it's wrong, he can't help but enjoy the pleasure as Monika runs her hands over his muscles in the confined bathroom stall. Never having experienced intimate contact before, he struggles with the unwanted arousal, ashamed that his body betrays his morals.
He knows that abandoning her without warning would be rude, but he also realises he must eventually draw the line. Though he cannot discern Monika's limit, it's becoming increasingly apparent she may not have one.
And Jun's not that type of guy to leave someone high and dry, is he? Even like this, he can't think of a reason why he should. ]
Mmm, yeah.
[ Intelligent as always, his cheeks flush with an incomprehensible longing that he knows is wrong yet still thrills some deep part of him. The moan she emits as she pulls their hips together makes his head spin in ways he's never experienced before.
He struggles to find the reasoning behind this, managing to restrain himself, leaning forward slightly to brush her bangs away from her eyes. ]
Monika-san, I really don't think this is a good idea.
[ Though he desires her, it's obvious in how he's worked up that he can't risk his career for a bathroom tryst, no matter how alluring her charms or melodic her moans. He flushes deeply red with embarrassment as laughter sounds from beyond the door. How could a kiss stir him so much? Her touch forced him to want more, but maybe if they take a breather for a moment or two, it should be okay.
Although part of him yearns to continue without pause, Jun's rational side wins over. ]
[ Bad. Bad, bad, bad. The word keeps circling through her head for all the wrong reasons. But once she hears him speak, reality crashes down onto her like a torrential downpour. The brush of his hand to her hair adds an icy touch, chilling her to her core.
This was not a good idea.
Monika blinks rapidly, looking around at their closed-in surroundings, finally taking note of just how far they'd veered into dangerous territory. What the hell was going on? How had she gotten to this point? And--oh God.
She abruptly pulls up his underwear, stumbling away until her back quickly hits the opposite wall. Oh God. OhGodohGodohGod. The Player's going to be furious if they find out about this! ]
Oh God. [ It needs to be whimpered aloud, too. ] I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. This isn't...
[ She can't stop a glance at him, at all the ways she's affected him. OH GOD. Where's the delete key? Can she overwrite this? Give her a save file to return to, please!
Well. There's only one thing to do, isn't there? Screw the chips! She's exiting the game! ]
S-Sorry!
[ Monika yanks the stall door open, clutching his underwear to keep them up, then zips out of the bathroom, leaving him there. Enjoy the gifts she's left behind? Because hell if she's going to try getting them back. Hopefully, he feels the same about what she'd stolen in her panic to avoid a situation she can't fix with a snap of her fingers.
Good thing they'll never have to worry about this situation ever again, huh? ]
[ Though he knew his urges were morally questionable, he didn't feel ashamed in the least. Those impulses are natural bodily functions, after all. Still, satisfying someone secretly in a bathroom stall was further than he was willing to go, for now at least.
Though he finds Monika cute, he won't blame her for the situation they now face, nor does he intend to. In different circumstances, perhaps their encounter might have unfolded differently. But given the reality of how their meeting ended in a bathroom stall, a normal interaction was impossible. Still, Jun's caring nature leads him to wish he could have taken care of Monika, had fate allowed it.
He sees the realisation dawn on her, and she looks apologetic, maybe. Her face is obscured as she apologises, and his breathing slows as he makes no attempt to stop her when she brushes past him to jerk open the door.
Unsure of what to do next, he pulls up her underwear, raises his hips, and rests his head against the bathroom stall. Out of the corner of his eye, he notices the dress she left behind. Not wanting to walk around naked, he decides her clothes will have to suffice until he can make it back to his suite. And take care of that "problem" he faces.
Although the clothes technically didn't belong to him, she can keep them. ]
Goddamn, goddamn, goddamn.
[ I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave. ]
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Ah. She should probably respond, right? Right. ]
It's not embarrassing. [ She gives what she hopes is an encouraging smile through her own blushing. ] Or, if it is...we'll have to be embarrassed together? Changing clothes is already overwhelming enough for me. And now I get to do it with you...
[ Whoa, what? That sounded romantic or something! Then again, how else was she supposed to say it? There's a quick grimace before she moves on from worrying about that. Ultimately, this was going to help her and the Player! They'd need money for their new life together! ]
How about we face away from each other? Then just hand everything over without having to see anything, er... [ Okay, she can't help a laugh at the word that immediately came to mind. ] Naughty?
[ Aside from what they've already seen. And done. And will see and do after swapping underwear. Abruptly, she turns away, exhaling shakily. Is it wrong to find this so thrilling? ]
Right, so. Same to you. If you need help or anything else.
[ She doesn't move. She figures she'll get started when she hears him doing it first. It's good manners! ]
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Yeah? I guess bein' embarrassed together won't be too bad. [ Something like that makes him feel better. ] Oh, dunno 'bout that.. it coulda been anyone.
[ But maybe he's a little glad it's him? Strangely, he's suddenly okay with being here, even if it's different and he shouldn't be undressing in front of anyone. Ah, if Ibara could see him now, he'd surely be put on blast.
To her idea, he nods, knowing that's the only thing they could do here. ]
That's fine with me. Makes it easier that way, so we don't hafta see anything.
[ The thought makes him a little nervous, mostly because he's never undressed in front of a woman before, let alone a stranger. But she turns away, so he can trust that. ]
Right, it'll just take a second.
[ He breathes out, trying to keep his features natural, because this is something he shouldn't feel normal about. The atmosphere does feel calm, as if there's something there, despite the strangers being outside the door. It's better now the door is closed, now they've established turning away from one another.
Shifting his thumb under the waistband of the underwear, pulling the fabric down over his hips and past his thighs. Being turned away makes it less complicated, but he can't help but find this situation absurd. As he steps out of his underwear, he contemplates whether he should offer them to her right away. He should, shouldn't he? ]
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No. More bad thoughts. She shakes them off, then nods to herself. ]
Yep. Just a second.
[ Eventually, the sounds of his movements behind her begin. Her breath catches. She can't see anything, but her imagination's already exploding with possibilities. What do all those hidden parts look like? Oof, why is she thinking that? Before she can get too deep into her wild thoughts, she remembers she should be doing the same thing.
Another breath. Her fingers hook under the top band of her panties, then she carefully slides them down her legs. She shivers a little immediately, partially from the fresh breeziness below, partially because she's so exposed now. Once she's straightened up, she needlessly folds her underwear, neat as ever. Now to just hand them over.
She finds herself peering over her shoulder before she can stop herself. There's soft noise once she realizes, then she quickly faces forward again, red in the face and heart pounding harder. The glance was hardly a second, but she got enough of one. Way too much of one. That's how a butt looks, huh...
Her eyes close, and she blindly moves her hand in his direction. She'll meet up with his hand eventually! Only after she's bumped against his hip a few times, however.
Oh God. ]
H-Here you go! Exchange time!
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It would be rude of him to turn around, and he should respect her right to solitude by not doing so. Considering he's not that kind of guy, he chooses to wait for her to finish before giving his, deciding to hold his boxers in his hands until she's ready. Despite the lack of privacy in this situation, he swallows down while he acknowledges how exposed they both are. Promising to offer her privacy, he continues to keep his head down until he realises she's presenting her underwear, at which point he'll reach over and make the exchange.
It's not like Monika is staring at him, so there's no reason to look!
He bites down when he feels her fingers brush against his hip, swallowing a faint groan he wasn't keen on bringing out. How embarrassing that a simple touch could elicit a sound from him that sets his heart racing. ]
R-right, here's mine.
[ Although his voice is a touch low, he finds her hand and slips his briefs in her outstretched one before taking hers. Not before his fingers, still straining to find the cloth, brush lightly across hers. Knowing that he would have continued to advance blindly until he discovered where her hand was, relieved he wasn't the one reaching out.
The cloth feels soft against his fingertips, so he swallows as he shuffles his feet and steps into her panties. Now that he's attempting to pull up her underwear against his hips, there's an uncertainty of what to do next, or whether he should speak at all. ]
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Thank you.
[ Her voice is soft. Breathy. She takes his briefs, fingers tightening around them. Some of his warmth continues to linger in the fabric. Now to just put them on instead of staring a hole into them, imagining the parts they were literally just up against...
She doesn't fully look back this time, but her eyes drift in that direction, wondering what he's feeling while sliding her panties on. Are hers just as warm? Maybe he's even as secretly excited as she is, she wildly hopes.
No more hesitating. One leg, then the other, and she pulls his briefs up her legs. She makes a tiny noise of surprise once they're fully up, though she still needs to keep a grip on them--her hips can only do but so much to help keep them in place. But they're on. And she likes it.
It must be safe to turn around now, right? So, slowly, she takes tiny steps, turning to face him. And what a sight. She stares openly, too oblivious to bother hiding how obvious she's being. It's cute and sultry at the same time. A part of her, a part of him, so intimately shared. ]
Just like I thought. [ She giggles softly. ] You make everything look better~
[ Monika gradually steps in closer. With the limited room in the stall, she has to do that. They have to finish this. Once there's barely any room between them, though, she pauses there, looking up at his face. Maybe--just one touch-- ]
I'll just. Grab your clothes. Then it's just our shoes and...we're done.
[ There's no hiding the disappointment in her voice. She doesn't think she could hide it if she tried. ]
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Yeah, it's.. it's not a problem.
[ As he slips into her underwear, he can't help but notice the warmth of the fabric against his thighs. Is it because they were just on Monika? He tries not to dwell on that too much, although the thoughts persist and his cheeks flush at the mere idea of wearing something that was once hers. He hasn't a clue what she may be thinking, but he hopes it's close to the same.
The underwear doesn't quite fit him perfectly, but he takes care not to damage the delicate fabric, pulling them up around his hips. It's a snug fit, but strangely satisfying. Somehow, it's strangely intimate to have something of her on him other than just her bra. It's better not to entertain any inappropriate thoughts. He wouldn't want to make her uncomfortable, so it's best to keep it to himself.
It's almost as if her words have the power to distract him from any discomfort. Even when she seems to be undressed, he remains surprisingly unfazed. Jun turns his head, feeling a sense of safety in facing her. As he expected, she's dressed, albeit in his underwear, which doesn't bother him at all. His eyes involuntarily linger for a moment, and a faint blush still tinges his cheeks. ]
Oh, yeah? I tried my best putting 'em on. I didn't wanna ruin the fabric 'cause they're yours. But you look good, Monika-san.
[ Despite the way she looks, he struggles to find the right words, blurting out the first compliment that comes to mind.
He gulps as she steps forward, not sure what might happen or what she's thinking at this point. But, oh, she sounds disappointed. Well, Jun tries to smile anyway, even if he figures once they finally finish putting on one another's clothes, it might be a while before they see one another again. He'll wait just a moment before reaching for her clothes, deciding to speak first. ]
You don't hafta feel sad, y'know? I'll be 'round this place, so even after what I said, I'm sure we'll see one another again ~ ♪
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Monika moves closer yet, her eyes flickering down to see just how snug the fit of her underwear is on him. And, well. There are definitely parts of him poking through. Her heart skips a beat, but...she can't stop staring.
Her eyes jerk back up to his face when he speaks. She knows she's still staring like a total idiot, but can she be blamed at this point? ]
You did good. [ Her ability to fake confidence kicks back in for a second so she can, gasp! Flirt some more! ] Not as good as you look, though...Jun-Jun~
[ She'd hesitated because she never learned the nuances of honorifics, despite being from a game vaguely set in Japan. "Jun-Jun" seems cute, though. It should cover up the flub.
If that doesn't? Her suddenly going in for a hug will. Her cheek presses against his chest, a soft breath brushing across his skin. She couldn't resist anymore. She had to know how it felt to do that. She had to know how he felt.
It's amazing. It's overwhelming. There's so much warmth. And a heartbeat! Everything she's dreamt of... ]
I met you, so...I think I'll be way less sad now.
[ Yeah. This will make up for this moment eventually having to come to an end, she thinks. ]
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And he tries not to stare at her, but her gaze affects him regardless of her expression. Her stare is unlike that of an adoring fan; even though he still feels bashful around Monika, hearing his nickname from her lips compels him to meet her eyes. This is the first time a girl has addressed him by that name, having heard it countless times before by other people he knew. ]
You think so? I wouldn't go that far, but I thought..
[ Jun's train of thought is interrupted when she suddenly lunges towards him, startling him with the unexpected contact. Too surprised to push her away, not that he would—that would be rude. He only rebuffs the bothersome advances of a certain someone who irks him by climbing on him.
Monika feels warm in his arms, an intimacy he has never experienced at the rushed fan meetings. This moment is real; he can feel her breath, soft and warm on his skin. A blush spreads across his cheeks, yet he moves his hand along her back, pulling her nearer. ]
Yeah, that's.. that's good. I wouldn't want you to wear a sad expression, anyway. That sorta look doesn't suit you ♪
[ He may not know her too well, but that's exactly the type of words people enjoy hearing, don't they? ]
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She makes a quiet noise of happiness as he brings them closer together. They're doing this, and he hasn't called her a creep or anything? The real world's so amazing! ]
God, you're so sweet. Ahaha, it's getting harder to resist eating you up~
[ Wait. That sounded--well. Yeah. But she didn't mean it that way! She thinks? What she says next probably isn't going to help matters. ]
You smell so good. Like me, but also you. Like we're becoming one person...
[ She's forgetting about the rest of the clothes she needs to be grabbing. Who needs chips when you can simply touch someone? Be held by someone? She'd have given up all the money in the world for this if being dropped in this resort never happened. Who knows, maybe she still would.
...What is happening? Is there something in the atmosphere? Or is this just her? The breaths puffing against him get shakier as she gets braver, more impulsive. Her hands wander up his back, bolder touches than those she'd stolen earlier. She's going to greedily snatch up all she can until she's stopped somehow. All the knowing laughter outside of the stall won't deter her.
She looks up at him through her fringe. Whatever's spurring her on, she's not doing anything to stop it. ]
Or...maybe a kiss would be better?
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But he's acutely aware of how much this could damage his career, create unwanted drama, and hurt CosPro, Eden, and Eve. Though he tries to suppress it, a blush creeps into his cheeks at her touch, which feels pleasurably novel, free of the usual ridicule about his physique. Unsure what she means by "becoming one person," he recalls his partner's refrain that they are "one body, one soul." Maybe that implies the same union. ]
We're close, Monika-san. Really close.
[ Thanks, Captain Obvious, but he's at a loss for words. His head feels foggy, and grows more so as she mentions a kiss. This time, embarrassment floods his face as the laughter outside amplifies his nerves. Though risky, no one here knows his identity, so he considers acting on impulse. Still, he hesitates, wondering if he should seize the moment or let it pass.
Though he wanted to kiss her as well, he refrains for the moment, thinking it too soon. ]
Well, I think that's a bad idea.
[ Though the tone of his voice belies his words, he is seriously considering her advances. With desire in her gaze and the touch of her hands on his back, it becomes increasingly difficult for him to maintain rational thought.
He inches closer, gently caressing her cheek with his thumb in a slow, tender motion. ]
A really bad idea.
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[ She agrees, breathy from excitement. What felt strange before, that honorific after her name, now sounds like the sweetest of kisses coming off his lips. Not as sweet as a real one would, though--
Oh.
The change in her demeanor is near-instant. The dreamy glee falls from her face, and the cold chill of disappointment drapes over her. Rejected. But why? They both wanted this. More importantly, she wanted it. That's all that should matter. Just Monika's needs. Just her just her just hě̷̡r̴̝͆ ̷̰́j̴͚̋ǘ̸͓s̶͙̊t̶̰̑ ̷͖̽h̴̝̆e̴̫̚r̶̜̎ ̸̕ͅJ̶̻͛U̶̘̐S̵͖̊T̴̳͒ ̸̰̊H̴̅ͅE̷͊͜R̸̮̈́
The bite of her nails sinking into his back softens. The rage that had flared up is doused by his touch. She breathes out in relief, pressing into it. Better. So much better. ]
That's the thing, though...
[ Her head tilts up as she places one hand on top of his on her cheek. She's ready. She wants it. She breathes in, holding his scent inside again. Hoping. Waiting. Pushing up on her tiptoes to make it easier for him to eventually kiss her. ]
Bad ideas are the most fun.
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As she tilts her head, he feels her hand upon his and finds it increasingly difficult to restrain himself. He wonders if it would be alright to kiss her, if they could keep it a secret between them, if no one else had to know... ]
Mhm, I guess that's true. I don't really like havin' good ideas, anyway.
[ Tentatively, he leans in again, brushing his nose against hers. Despite the laughter outside the bathroom stall making him uneasy, he reaches around her waist, caressing her soft skin with his thumb. Without a shred of confidence, he awkwardly leans in to kiss her, lips meeting hers in a fumbling first attempt. With half-lidded eyes, he experiences an unfamiliar sensation that he's ever felt—she tastes sweet, though he remains unsure what to do. ]
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[ She trails off once his nose moves against hers. So close. She breathes out from the anticipation, the want. Closer still, when his arm holds her in place. The Player could forgive this. Or maybe, even better, she could pretend Jun was the Player, just for a little while. She can't get in trouble for a tiny case of mistaken identity. Jun's so sweet and pure, it'd be impossible not to confuse him for someone else so perfect!
Their lips meet at last. Her knees knock together and she makes the happiest of noises. It doesn't matter to her that he's awkward about it. She's no better. Fantasizing about kisses didn't grant her any experience, after all. It takes her a moment to figure out the proper angles so they can kiss properly, following that up with her own experimental attempt to kiss him.
And...it's good. It's so good. She even feels one of her feet lifting up, just as if she'd been swept up in the perfect first kiss in the romance novel of her dreams. Just to make things better, her hand slides off of his and moves to his cheek, holding him there as she eagerly takes the lead. She wants to kiss his lips more. Taste more of him. Feel more of those tingly sensations in her chest.
If he'll let her, she'll figure out what to do. For the both of them. ]
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The feeling remains dangerous, and Monika's sweetness so alluring that he can't resist pressing his lips to hers, startled as her hand strokes his cheek. Though this tenderness may be a fleeting desire, kisses become softer against her lips with her touch, unlike anything he's experienced. Parting his lips, he gently sucked on her upper lip, thinking that could be the next thing to try.
But he's indifferent about leading, eagerly wanting to show Monika his current interest in her, if nothing else. Though willing to follow her lead, he traces his thumb along her chin, his tongue brushing her lower lip, inviting further intimacy. Unsure where to place his hand, he hesitates between resting it on her hip or moving it to her back. For the moment, he keeps lightly circling her hip with his thumb.
And if she wants to continue leading, he'll allow it. ]
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Her body arches closer to his as he experiments along with her, enveloping her upper lip with more new feelings, and unable to stop it, a moan leaks out, nearly loud enough to be heard by others. Before she can think too much on it, his tongue hits her lower lip, and she sinks back into the pleasure of being so close, so intimate with someone. ]
You taste like...
[ One second. She needs another taste (or twenty) to know for sure. It's hesitant at first, how her tongue slides against his, but she gets braver. A few more happy noises drift above the stall, but she stops worrying about it. The idea that people might know what's happening? It's becoming as exciting as it is dangerous.
Her lips move away once again, just barely. Her eyes open, lids heavy, hands coming to a rest on his chest. She steals more touches of the muscles under her bra, biting her lower lip with a desire she never knew she could feel for someone other than the Player.
Monika moves forward. Insistent. His back may end up against the stall if she keeps at it. ]
You taste like the heaven I've always imagined. The one I thought I'd never have.
[ So corny. So cheesy. But it's the exact sort of thing she's always wanted to say. A romantic dream come true. ♥
She wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him down, her kisses growing hungrier, skin pressing against skin. His underwear slips down a bit lower, exposing more of her hips to him, and without her bra, he'll feel the effect he's having through his shirt, nipples obviously poking through the fabric. Things are escalating, just a little, and it's not clear if she's aware of that. ]
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But he waits for her to continue the thought, and when she doesn't finish it and kisses him instead, he reciprocates. At the moment, he disregards whether anyone outside can hear them or if someone is eavesdropping at the door; he'll deal with that possibility later.
As Monika's hand presses against his chest, he feels the heaviness that has accumulated there give way to lightness. Her touch is comforting, unlike the complaints he often hears criticising his physique. It gives him a boost of confidence—perhaps girls do appreciate muscles, after all. He moves back slightly, smiling as she continues to touch him. Realising how cute she looks, biting her lip. ]
Yeah, you think so~?
[ Though cliché, he had heard similar sentiments from fans before. However, this was different, coming from someone whose lips he had kissed. As her hands reached for his neck, he obliged, tilting his head down, thumb-caressing her cheek as their kisses grew more passionate. Danger lurked, as things were veering into risky territory, but he could stop at any time. For now, though, he didn't want to.
But he fails to notice that a portion of his underwear has slid down his hips, as he's completely engrossed in kissing her. As soon as she leans her body onto his, he immediately feels the touch of her firm nipples against his chest. He gasps in reaction, hands instinctively shifting to her back, gripping onto the material of the shirt, as the hairs on his arms rise. He presses his tongue to her lips, silently asking for entry, hoping she'll grant him it. ]
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She draws in a breath through her nose, then releases it against his mouth when she comes up for a break from drowning in him. Being badder is getting easier. One word from him, and convincing herself that she'd do whatever he wants would take seconds. ]
Oh, yeah. I know so.
[ She can feel more skin touching between them, especially in some of those very dangerous areas. It's not stopping her. There's an impulse to rub against him and drag out more of the exciting sensations between her thighs. As he grasps her tighter, as his tongue slips into her mouth, the underwear she's wearing slides down her thighs, just enough, coming to a stop above her knees. She's exposed to him, a slight shiver running across her body as the air hits the wetness--oh gosh, she's wet--he's worked up. What if she touched herself? What if...he touched her?
She gets bolder than ever. Her hands slither to his sides, then down to his hips, to his back. She moans in want as she pulls their hips together, nails running across his muscles. If he wants to steer them back to a safer place, it's time to grab the wheel. Monika, meanwhile?
She hopes he'll let her drive them off a cliff. ]
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He knows that abandoning her without warning would be rude, but he also realises he must eventually draw the line. Though he cannot discern Monika's limit, it's becoming increasingly apparent she may not have one.
And Jun's not that type of guy to leave someone high and dry, is he? Even like this, he can't think of a reason why he should. ]
Mmm, yeah.
[ Intelligent as always, his cheeks flush with an incomprehensible longing that he knows is wrong yet still thrills some deep part of him. The moan she emits as she pulls their hips together makes his head spin in ways he's never experienced before.
He struggles to find the reasoning behind this, managing to restrain himself, leaning forward slightly to brush her bangs away from her eyes. ]
Monika-san, I really don't think this is a good idea.
[ Though he desires her, it's obvious in how he's worked up that he can't risk his career for a bathroom tryst, no matter how alluring her charms or melodic her moans. He flushes deeply red with embarrassment as laughter sounds from beyond the door. How could a kiss stir him so much? Her touch forced him to want more, but maybe if they take a breather for a moment or two, it should be okay.
Although part of him yearns to continue without pause, Jun's rational side wins over. ]
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This was not a good idea.
Monika blinks rapidly, looking around at their closed-in surroundings, finally taking note of just how far they'd veered into dangerous territory. What the hell was going on? How had she gotten to this point? And--oh God.
She abruptly pulls up his underwear, stumbling away until her back quickly hits the opposite wall. Oh God. OhGodohGodohGod. The Player's going to be furious if they find out about this! ]
Oh God. [ It needs to be whimpered aloud, too. ] I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. This isn't...
[ She can't stop a glance at him, at all the ways she's affected him. OH GOD. Where's the delete key? Can she overwrite this? Give her a save file to return to, please!
Well. There's only one thing to do, isn't there? Screw the chips! She's exiting the game! ]
S-Sorry!
[ Monika yanks the stall door open, clutching his underwear to keep them up, then zips out of the bathroom, leaving him there. Enjoy the gifts she's left behind? Because hell if she's going to try getting them back. Hopefully, he feels the same about what she'd stolen in her panic to avoid a situation she can't fix with a snap of her fingers.
Good thing they'll never have to worry about this situation ever again, huh? ]
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Though he finds Monika cute, he won't blame her for the situation they now face, nor does he intend to. In different circumstances, perhaps their encounter might have unfolded differently. But given the reality of how their meeting ended in a bathroom stall, a normal interaction was impossible. Still, Jun's caring nature leads him to wish he could have taken care of Monika, had fate allowed it.
He sees the realisation dawn on her, and she looks apologetic, maybe. Her face is obscured as she apologises, and his breathing slows as he makes no attempt to stop her when she brushes past him to jerk open the door.
Unsure of what to do next, he pulls up her underwear, raises his hips, and rests his head against the bathroom stall. Out of the corner of his eye, he notices the dress she left behind. Not wanting to walk around naked, he decides her clothes will have to suffice until he can make it back to his suite. And take care of that "problem" he faces.
Although the clothes technically didn't belong to him, she can keep them. ]
Goddamn, goddamn, goddamn.
[ I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave. ]