20-year-old Miyazawa Emiko moves back to her hometown of Osaka, Japan, alone, after her mother forces her to be surrounded by your culture once again. When she arrives, she's introduced to a tall, handsome, mysterious young man: Nakamoto Yuta. What...
I had been woken the next morning from a text message from Mark that read: "I'm coming over, you know why" I quickly sat up, beginning to text him back.
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Morkly 🤪: I'm coming over, you know why
Emiko: No, we can't do this anymore. I need a serious relationship Mark. Besides, I'm not 16 anymore — I don't feel horny all the time.
Morkly 🤪: But I do and you're gonna help me~
Emiko: I don't have to do anything. And I'm not going too. I still need to clean my house and unpack...
Morkly 🤪: Emiko.... be a good girl
Emiko: Your words don't effect me anymore. The door's locked, good luck getting in :)
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I muted my phone and sat it on my nightstand before going to the bathroom and brushing my teeth. I also brought one of my bags so I could unpack anything that needed to go in there. After I had finished, I brushed my hair and headed back to my room to put my clothes, from my suitcases, in the dresser. . . . The movers had moved all my big furniture like my bed, dresser, couch, and tables, but I still needed to go to the store to get some smaller decorations. I quickly changed and grabbed my keys:
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I had opened the door and Mark was there, about to reach for the doorknob. "Wow.. that was easier than I thought." He smirked before pushing me inside and shutting the door behind us. "Mark I was being serious, stop this. You're just pissing me off, now." I said, pushing him off of me. "That was rude Emiko.." He said, picking me up and taking me to my room. He laid me on the bed before hovering above me. "Mark! St-stop..." I whispered the last part as his lips connected with my neck, his hands moving to my hips. He moved his knee in between my legs, against my core before moving his mouth next to my ear and whispering; "What was that princess?" I smacked his chest before opening my eyes, "You know my name.." I quickly flipped him over and palmed him, rather aggressively, before asking; "Is this what you fucking wanted?" Obviously annoyed even though I was getting wet for him.
I honestly didn't think the effect he had on me would ever go away, no matter what I tried telling myself.
"I-I-" "Shut up slut." I said before getting off of him, heading to the door before being stopped by him quickly jumping off the bed and grabbing my wrist. "Slut? Do you really wanna put that theory to test? I can easily show you who the real slut is, here.." He smirked devilishly as he put his hand up my skirt. He grazed my soaking panties, making my pussy ache, before grabbing my thigh. I clenched my jaw and stared him in his eyes: I wasn't gonna let him know that he was winning. I opened the door and walked out, grabbing my keys off the counter. "Emiko...." Mark whispered from behind me. "I'll be back." I said before walking out without another word.
*~time skip~*
As I was walking back to the apartment from the parking lot, I had time to think to myself and about the whole situation. "You need to stop, he doesn't want anything serious with you. Don't let him get you to where you're weak for him; then you'll never lose." I whispered to myself before reaching the elevator, continuing to talk to myself until I reached my apartment, unlocking the door and sittting the bags on the island.
"Took you long enough." Mark said before I looked into his eyes and crossed my arms, "Mark, I'm not doing this anymore." He got off the couch, "Oh really?" He said as he walked up to me. I just pushed his chest to get him away from me, "Really." He grabbed my wrist tightly, making me wince in pain, "Ah, Mark! That hurts!" I said, trying to pull away but he just tightened his grip. "Mark! Stop!" I yelled as rage filled his typically soft, chocolate eyes: and it honestly scared me... I've never seen him like this. "M-Mark....?" I softly asked, trying to hide my pain. "You'll give me what I want, Emiko." I looked up at him, tears forming; "I don't wanna do this anymore. Please let go, y-you're hurting me.." I whispered. He let my wrist go and walked out of the apartment, not saying anything else.
