Tokyo Psychic

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Maruki Takuto looked at the students in front of him and said loudly, "Do you know why I only called you out?"

The students shook their heads in unison, lost in profound confusion.

Maruki's eyes narrowed. "Because you are all 'losers'!"

Everyone's breath hitched.

Maruki, without hesitation, delivered a sharp rebuke: "To betray your lovely partner, to shirk responsibility like a coward, to repeatedly disappoint their expectations and courage—this is the erosion of love!"

"In nearly twenty years of your studies, you've always been concerned about how much you've missed, but never noticed how much you've actually gained..."

"I want to take this opportunity to let you experience for yourselves what it really means to be 'a door away'."

Faced with a group of speechless graduate students, Maruki Takuto clapped his hands vigorously, "You'll all be thirty years old in a few years. If you don't muster up the courage to pursue love now, are you going to wait until you're my age, with a stubble beard, waiting for your family to arrange blind dates before you start to regret it?"

As soon as the words were spoken, everyone hurriedly fled into the love hotel in front of them.

......

knocking.

A series of urgent knocks startled Akira Kurusu, who was fiddling with her phone.

He paused his fabricated "Akihabara Adventure" in the "End Band" chat room, got up and walked to the door.

As soon as I opened the door, a woman who looked quite old handed me three small boxes and a strip of pills with both hands, then stammered.

"This is... a gift for you, please accept it."

Sensing no malice from her, Akira thanked her and accepted the items.

After handing over the final "mission item," the woman fled in a panic.

Akira Kurusu closed the door with a puzzled look, then stared into thought as she looked at the "mission item" in her hand, which had been used nearly 50 times.

At this moment, An and Subaru, having dried their hair, cautiously walked out of the bathroom. She saw the stack of "mission props" piled on the table by Akira Kurusu, and her face immediately turned pale with fright.

So many... I'm sure I'll die, right?

An and Subaru gripped the collar of their yukata tightly, staring at the boy at the table with fear, as if they had seen some monstrous beast.

"It must have been a gift from the hotel."

Akira Kurusu spoke calmly, which calmed An and Subaru down a little.

She blushed and looked at Akira, "It's your turn to take a shower."

Akira Kurusu got up, clutching her yukata.

The waiting time is handed over to An and Subaru.

The setting sun outside the window slowly sank toward the edge of the city.

An and Subaru felt as if they had been distracted for a moment, and then the sky was already filled with pitch black.

The bright moonlight flowed over her entire body like a stream.

As Akira Kurusu stepped out of the bathroom, enveloped in the cool air from the air conditioner, she looked at the girl bathed in moonlight as if from another world.

It was the uprightness of the green bamboo, the mystery of the mist, the slenderness of the reeds, the brightness of the moonlight, the exquisite stone bowl, the pure white and the deep black of the swallow...

A pristine white yukata, thick, jet-black hair, a delicate face, and an elegant, princess-like demeanor—surrounded by the misty steam and bathed in moonlight, everything about her appeared breathtakingly beautiful.

Until Akira Kurusu opened her mouth—"Kaguya Houraisan? I don't think this is 'Eientei'."

An and Subaru, who had been barely able to maintain their composure and pretend to be demure, immediately lost their composure.

“It’s 2022, why are we still using ‘Dongfang’?!” she said to Akira Kurusu with dissatisfaction.

“You’ve turned off all the lights,” Akira said, leaning against her on the bed. An and Subaru immediately fell silent.

Then, a gift box was placed in An and Subaru's hands.

"Shall we open it and take a look?"

The phantom thief placed his hand on her smooth, slender thigh.

An and Subaru opened the gift box. Inside was a leaf-shaped forged blade about thirty centimeters long, a handle wrapped with a red ribbon, and a robust ring with beautiful inscriptions on the inside that read "Ravenda"—and inside lay a kunai that looked like it came from "Naruto".

Her eyes widened as she stared at the iridescent sheen flowing across the surface of the kunai.

There was no surprise, no disbelief, but rather a sense of astonishment and delight that said, "This is exactly what I wanted."

Akira watched as she lovingly played with the unsharpened kunai.

The room quickly fell into a heart-pounding silence.

After a while, I heard the rustling sound of fabric rubbing together.

Lai Xixiao embraced the girl who had snuggled close to him, exploring her graceful figure through the thin fabric, while slowly pushing her down onto the bed.

He pulled the blanket over the two of them and immediately felt An and Subaru's suddenly tense body. Looking down, he saw that the girl was so shy that she didn't dare to open her eyes.

"You didn't... attend any sex education classes, did you?"

An and Subaru had certainly attended physiology classes, but they were too shy at the time, so they used playing video games as an excuse to deceive themselves, and then let it go in one ear and out the other until the end of get out of class.

Lai Qixiao had no choice but to hug his girlfriend and take out his phone to search for some study materials to prepare her mentally.

What a coincidence!

It's 8 p.m., and as usual, Toyokawa Shoko, who has just finished her part-time job, calls to check on you.

Akira Kurusu broke out in a cold sweat.

But seeing An and Subaru's eyes switch from shyness and nervousness to a cold hostility in an instant, he still wanted to hang up the phone immediately.

“Yes,” Anwa Subaru said softly. She looked at the surname “Toyokawa” and her body trembled uncontrollably.

For a moment, Lai Xixiao couldn't tell whether she was scared or angry, but in the end, she picked up her phone and answered the call.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, An and Subaru, who were too shy to open their eyes, flipped over and straddled Akira's arms. Their small hands were on his chest, and their wet eyes were filled with resentment, followed by resolute anger and rage.

If you talk to a seventeen-year-old girl who likes to read classic shonen manga and watch e-sports about conglomerates and powerful families, she knows she can't resist, but she can preemptively seduce your man.

The phone fell to the ground.

Toyokawa Shoko's voice faintly reached their ears through the receiver.

Akira Kurusu's yukata had already been torn open by Anwa Subaru—

The unsharpened kunai was now pressed against his chest, the threat of which was self-evident.

Akira could only look sadly at the phone lying on the ground.

About a minute later, a warm and tight feeling of being enveloped suddenly swept over him, dragging his consciousness into the abyss of desire.

Fortunately, the phantom thief possessed an extraordinary willpower and endured all the torture without uttering a sound.

Instead, his executioners began to weep uncontrollably, clenching their teeth and standing there stiffly, not daring to move.

The phone's call screen remained on for about thirty seconds, seemingly unable to hear the other end of the line. Confused, the caller said goodbye and then considerately hung up.

......

"it hurts."

Anwa Subaru frowned, supporting Akira's shoulder, his delicate face slightly pale from the pain.

The scalding hot substance was instantly swallowed by the girl's vagina, breaking through that thin barrier and causing excruciating pain that seemed to penetrate her.

Fresh blood trickled from where the two were joined, flowing onto the bed and becoming like red plum blossoms dotted with cinnabar in a traditional Chinese ink painting.

She couldn't help but cry out in pain, her hands supporting Akira's shoulders trembling uncontrollably.

She could no longer hold onto the kunai; the kunai she had been gesturing towards Akira's chest had fallen to the ground. An and Subaru instinctively curled up their delicate bodies, but the slightest movement of their waist and abdomen immediately caused a burning pain in their bodies, as well as a tearing pain that made them feel suffocated.

"Anime and doujinshi are all lies!" Anwa Subaru punched Akira's shoulder hard, as if that would relieve the pain.

Lai Qixiao held her small hand, pried open her tightly clenched fist, and intertwined her fingers with his.

An and Subaru gripped his hand tightly, their eyes filled with tears of grievance, looking as if they were about to cry.

Lai Xixiao raised her other hand to stroke her pale cheek, wiping away the tears that had welled up in her eyes. "Don't you know there's such a thing as 'foreplay'?"

An and Subaru's voices trembled with tears, "Who would have known something like that..."

Akira's hand moved downwards, passing over the girl's full, perky breasts that heaved with her rapid breathing, and then rested on her flat stomach. The smooth, white skin sent a jolt through her body like an electric current through her fingertips. "So, you should know what we're going to do next, right?"

Anwa Subaru stared at Kurusu Akira with teary eyes. The excruciating pain of her body being torn apart made her forget her shyness for a moment. She just held Kurusu Akira's hand tightly as if seeking comfort, and said defiantly, "N-no, it's just moving your waist."

Lai Xixiao supported her slender waist, feeling her waist trembling and the burning heat spreading from her skin, and said with pity, "You're in so much pain, why don't you rest for a while?"

As if relieved, An and Mao immediately tried to get up, but their almost numb uterine cavity rubbed against the penis filling it. The roaring pain instantly shot through their dense nerves to their brains, startling them so much that they immediately sat back down. The stimulation of the cervix being hit and the excruciating pain of the narrow uterine cavity being forcibly expanded combined together, finally making her burst into tears.

More blood was flowing.

The girl nearly fell into Akira's arms, clutching his hand tightly, tears streaming down her face, "How could it be so deep..."

Seeing her miserable state, as if she had been tortured, Lai Xixiao nervously wiped away her tears while carefully getting up and gently embracing the girl in her arms. "Then don't move for now."

An and Subaru held back their tears, "So this is how much it hurts."

“It’s the first time, and there was no foreplay, of course it will be like this,” Akira Kurusu gently and slowly rubbed her flat stomach, which was vaguely visible, trying to relieve her pain.

An and Subaru released their grip on Akira's hand, then suddenly hugged his shoulders tightly, pressing their wet faces against his neck. "I...I...what should we do now?"

"Try to move around once you feel the pain subsides."

An and Subaru shook their heads in fear, "No, I dare not."

She looked at Akira with a pleading expression, "Can I give it all to you...?"

"How can you talk like that?" Akira Kurishi hugged the girl in her arms tightly.

An and Subaru struggled to catch their breath for a while, finally feeling a bit better. "Because if a wife can't make her husband happy in this kind of thing, she is completely immoral."

"Are you a 'Yamato Nadeshiko' raised by some powerful family?" Akira Kurusu asked tenderly, cupping her tear-streaked face.

"Ren, don't you like it...?" An and Subaru seemed frightened by him and said timidly.

Akira Kurusu hugged her slender waist tightly, causing the girl to instinctively rub her thigh against it, then immediately let out a soft cry of pain...

Looking at Akira Kurusu's face so close to hers, she suddenly turned her face away in frustration. "Am I... not good enough to be a good wife?"

Akira Kurusu could see that Anwa Subaru was enduring the pain and trying his best to play the role of a perfect "Yamato Nadeshiko," but now it was difficult for him to maintain this "acting."

But whether one plays a role or not, it seems insignificant on a night like this.

He held An and Subaru by the back of the neck and kissed her lips.

An and Subaru's beautiful, dark purple eyes, brimming with tears, widened in shock.

She slowly closed her eyes and nestled in his arms as if surrendering everything to Akira Kurusu.

After a while, when their lips and teeth parted, she said, "I'm ready."

Akira Kurusu steadied An and Subaru's waists, saying, "I'll try to be gentle."

"Please... um?!" As Akira Kurusu made his move, An and Subaru suddenly arched their backs like shrimp thrown into a hot pot, hugging his back tightly and letting out a mournful whimper that made one want to stop all movement immediately.

An and Subaru gasped for breath as if they were drowning, then bit Akira's earlobe, their hot breaths slapping against his cheek. "Please...please continue."

The next moment, she couldn't help but let out a scream she was trying to suppress, "It hurts, it hurts so much, slower."

Lai Xixiao supported her pert buttocks with his palm, while his other arm encircled her waist to support her body, controlling the force and depth of each thrust.

An and Subaru were breathing with difficulty, but the excruciating pain was no longer like the torture they had just experienced.

Perhaps it was the blood acting as a lubricant, perhaps it was the vagina gradually secreting lubricating fluid, or perhaps it was the various hormones released by the body taking effect. It was still painful, but she gradually began to feel a subtle sense of satisfaction and an indescribable sense of stimulation.

She instinctively tried to twist her waist, and the feeling of the wound being scraped gradually became less intensely painful. Instead, it was a deep, slow, strange feeling of being "filled up." The moment this feeling occurred, an electric-like stimulation quickly spread throughout her body, making her feel an indescribable tingling and a faint itch, like scratching a swollen bump from a mosquito bite. It was a painful yet pleasant feeling.

“It’s so strange,” Anwa Subaru said, her flushed and burning face pressed against Akira Kurusu’s cheek. She looked at Akira Kurusu, bewildered. “Suddenly I feel a little comfortable. I…I’m not a bad girl.”

Akira Kurishi pressed her forehead against hers. "Of course you're not a bad girl."

An and Subaru seemed to have completely forgotten the shyness and reserve of a young girl. They boldly and awkwardly bit his lips and tentatively stuck their tongues in, just like in the book.

Soon it was a passionate, albeit awkward, French kiss. When their lips parted, their saliva stretched into a thin, glistening thread, reflecting a seductive silver light. "Now... umm... am I still a good girl now?"

“You are the best girl in my life,” Akira Kurusu said, taking the initiative to kiss her slightly swollen lips.

Exchanging saliva itself doesn't have a particularly pleasant taste.

The brain and the human body have arbitrarily assigned pleasant sensations to this process.

After another kiss, An and Subaru gazed into his eyes, mesmerized. "I love it so much."