It didn't take long until I also became weak and kissed him back.

 A strange feeling formed in my stomach. Were those butterflies? 

He kissed me more aggressively, wrapping his arms around me as if I would disappear. 

He snapped his fingers, and we teleported to his room, thrown directly onto the bed. 

He broke the kiss and breathed heavily, as did I. 

He ran his hands through his hair and, with the other hand, unbuttoned his shirt halfway because he felt warm. The sight before me was so beautiful. 

He placed one arm under my neck, and with the other hand, he unzipped my dress, pulling it down to my chest area. 

Our body temperatures rose with desire. He pulled my hair, partly hard but also somehow pleasantly, creating free space for my neck. 

He kissed it passionately, leaving love bites. 

I moaned every time his mouth went down my neck and then slowly down to my chest.

 I wrapped my arms around his neck, and with his two free hands, he touched my thighs and lifted them around his hips. 

He then took off his tuxedo in front of me, revealing his well-trained upper body. 

Intentionally, I placed my index finger on his chest, sliding down slowly. 

He got goosebumps and grinned like a devil, tearing my dress apart in the middle with his hand. 

He whispered seductively in my ear with his deep, heavy breathing, "If you try to fall deeper, then I will fall even deeper. Ungrateful today, you belong to me," and with that statement, I couldn't respond because he ripped off my bra, and somehow, it felt like his blue sky eyes were shining even brighter.

He grinned and said, "If my upper body is free, then yours must be too."

 Then, he took both of my arms and held them under his hand, saying, "When you look so helpless, it makes me want it even more." 

I attempted to kick him in the middle, but he blocked it with his leg, pinning me down he grinned even wider as I tried to free my hand. 

He said, "Put more effort into it." 

I replied amused, "Are you trying to tease me or something?"

His blue eyes illuminated even more in the dark room, and he said, "Actually, I want to torture you." 

With his other hand, he pulled off my thong, triumphantly twirled it in the air, and then tossed it on the floor.

 He trailed his fingers from my thighs upwards, causing goosebumps with every touch, and the arousal intensified. 

Leaning in to aggressively kiss me, he used one arm to firmly hold my arms above my head on the bed, while the other ventured towards my intimate area.

I squeezed my thighs together, trying to obstruct his path. During the kiss, I noticed him grinning. 

He formed a circle with his index and middle fingers, breaking through my resistance. With his fingers in place, he toyed with my clitoris. 

I widened my eyes at the sensation building up within me. 

Breaking the kiss, he breathed heavily, moved to my ear, and whispered, "Are you going to be a good girl now?" with a devilish grin. 

I rolled my eyes in annoyance and whispered back, "Keep dreaming." 

He grinned even wider and said, "You must want a punishment," as he released a grip with his cursed technique.

With two free hands, he forcefully spread my legs and used his index and middle fingers to explore the entrance.

 I gasped for air as he penetrated, and he went down to play with his tongue on my clitoris. 

I moaned loudly. 

Excitedly, he said, "Scream even louder; I want everyone to hear you!" while thrusting three fingers in and out and continuing to play with his tongue. 

Releasing the cursed technique grip on my wrist, I clutched his hair, forcing him to go deeper. 

I reached the peak, screaming his name in joy. 

He licked my juices with his tongue and lay down beside me on the bed. 

Both of us breathed heavily, gazing at the full moon through the window.

I turned to him and placed a leg over him.

 He brushed my hair from my face until we both fell asleep, and then in the morning, he stood over my head with his sunglasses, saying, 'Wake up, sweetheart.' 

I was half asleep and just said, 'Huh,' as I sat up in bed, my hair was a mess. 

In a mocking tone, he said, 'Just huh? Yesterday, you were screaming my name.' 

That woke me up, and I threw a pillow at his face and then another.

 He collected the pillows, pinned me to the bed, and in a dangerously seductive tone, he said, 'Are you blushing?' 

I blushed and pushed the pillows aside, grabbed him by the collar, pushed him against the wall, and said, 'How about I treat you with a taste of your own medicine.' 

He looked confused, but before he could react, I was on my knees, tied my hair into a ponytail, and removed his pants. 

His eyes widened in amusement. 

I took his dick in my mouth, he was breathing sharply. I used both hands to rotate and as it went into my mouth.

 His legs weakened, and he had to lean against the wall. 

He grabbed my hair, pushing it in deeper.

 The faster it became, the more he moaned. 

As he approached his climax, he gritted his teeth and said, 'Fucking hell, yn!.' 

I took it out, licked his semen around my mouth, and triumphantly said, 'What, are you blushing?' and walked towards the bathroom without looking back. 

I closed the door, leaned against it, placed my hands in front of my face, and screamed in my thoughts. 

SINCE WHEN DO I HAVE THE COURAGE TO DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT.

I quickly got up and rushed into the shower. 

I showered for 40 minutes and came out. 

He wasn't in the room, but new clothes of mine were on the bed. He must have been in my room.

 I put on my clothes, dried my hair, brushed my teeth, and applied light makeup.

 Then, I walked out of the room. 

Megumi next door slammed the door of his room open, looking very annoyed, and said, "Should I tell you, or can you guess it yourselves?" 

I made a weird grimace as an apology. 

He completely lost it, "I HEARD EVERYTHING, AND I ALMOST THREW UP." 

I ran down the corridor, and I could hear him shouting after me. 

I bumped into Gojo. He looked confused. 

I told him, "Megumi heard us."

 He first grinned and then we both burst out laughing.

Yuji came from behind, "Gojo sensei, what's so funny?" 

We wiped away our tears and answered together, "Oh, nothing." 

He looked at us skeptically and said, "Well, whatever. But, Yn sensei, Yaga wants to talk to you about Osaka." 

Gojo's and my mood quickly turned serious because we knew what that meant for both of us.