The Nail That Sticks Out

Chapter Twelve: Easier

Warning: sexual content.

Kai Fukuda

"Ah, fuck."

"Kai-kun, eigo de hanasu to meccha eroi-ne," Satsuki murmurs in my ear. (You sound so hot when you speak in English, Kai.)

She slides up and down as she moves in a leisured rhythm above me.

I let out a strained chuckle before grabbing her waist and flipping her onto her back.

"Then let me fuck you in English."

She gasps as I pound into her over and over, telling her how wet she is for me, how good she feels.

Within moments, she screams my name as she comes, and I follow suit not long after. After discarding the condom, I freshen myself up and drop myself onto the bed where Satsuki's seated, already pulling up her tights.

"Doudatta?" she asks with her back facing me. (How was it?)

"Yokatta-ssu." (It was good.)

She turns to me with a secretive smile as she buttons her shirt.

"Ne," she calls, looking intently in my eyes. (Hey.)

"Kai-kun wa sa, honntoni kimochii ecchi shitakoto aru?" (Have you ever had sex that felt really good?)

I knit my brows. No girl has ever asked me that before. Especially not after sex. But then again, it shouldn't be surprising coming from Satsuki. This is my third time sleeping with her and I've come to learn that Satsuki purely needs me for sex, and I'm okay with that. So I tell her the truth, knowing she wouldn't make a huge deal out of it.

"Shoujiki yuu to Satsuki-san to yaru toki ga ima made ichiban kimochii-ssu." (To be honest, sex with you has been the best so far.)

She lets out a delighted laugh. It's more of a statement than a complement and from the understanding look on her face, she knows it.

"Sorewa komaru wa," she says. (That's too bad.)

With that, she comes over to my side of the bed and gives me a soft and leisured kiss. I watch her back as she leaves the room and shuts the door behind her.

The first time I had sex with Satsuki, after we had met at the convenience store, she left in a similar way. Asked me how it was, kissed me goodbye, and then left. I was surprised to say the least, yet glad that I wouldn't have to worry about taking her out to breakfast the next morning like I'd have to do with other women.

Lying on the stiff bed in this dark red room, I stare up at the ceiling for a good amount of time thinking about Satsuki's words. Have you ever had sex that felt really good? What kind of question is that?

I've had my fair share of bad fucks, but for the most part, they've all been satisfying. Women seek me for whatever reasons they have, and if I'm able to satisfy their needs and have them do the same for me, there's not much more to ask for.

Although, I wasn't lying when I told Satsuki that sex with her had been the best. Somehow, I feel more at ease with her. The fact that I know she wants nothing more than sex gives me the freedom to fuck her the way I want without being too afraid to give her hope for something more.

I'm hit with a sudden realization, like a bucket of ice being dropped over my head.

Fuck. It doesn't actually feel better with Satsuki. It feels easier.

For some reason, that puts me off more than it should. I wanted something different, something new.

An image of dark, wavy hair flickers into my mind. Olivia's skin is right there within my reach, but I can't imagine how she feels because I've never touched her. Not in the way I've wanted to.