The Reve - Part 1

Chapter 11: Cool Hot Sweet Love

On a September afternoon, Professor Araki's car was driving towards Kamakura . He arrived at seven in the afternoon and made his way into room 302 to take a shower and get comfortable in bed. Over six months, repeated use of the girl's quirk had trained the vestiges of stolen quirks into quietness.

While waiting for his host to arrive, his thoughts drifted to her suave voice and what he felt above her. She was soft and fleshy, the type of body a scalpel would easily slide through the supple texture. And, of course, the type that felt good around him. When she arrived, he felt in a generous mood and let her get comfortable before asking.

"What is the priciest gift you ever received?"

The host thought for a moment.

"It was a golden tea set. Years ago."

The tone of her voice expressed longing and he asked further.

"You don't have it anymore?"

"I don't."

"I'll give you another one for your services. It's the least I could do after you mentally helped me. My head is much more in order and I've been able to pick up my slack."

"Thank you." She replied, pleasantly surprised and overjoyed.

Since his mind had been relieved from the strain of stolen quirks, he felt anew the strain of his physical needs not having been met in ages. Yet, he didn't want to have her in a way that wouldn't mark her. An idea formed in his mind and he waited for her to finish reading before acting on it. He took one of her hands and directed it between his legs. Her surprised reaction was proof she didn't often caress. He asked for confirmation with a satisfied smile on his face.

"Don't you often touch it there?"

"I don't. Could you put a protection on?"

"It's fine." He replied with a laugh. "I won't touch you. Just massage it for a while."

The girl's plump hand felt good but not nearly as good as the thought that he leaked directly on her skin. While massaging him, she was also massaging his fluids in the skin of her palm. Knowing she was marked with him took him close to the edge and he felt much more relief than he often did when his core exploded.

His essence running down her hand was the most satisfying part. After she cleaned, he swiftly fell asleep on her while thinking about all he would be able to do once he didn't need breathing support anymore.

The following day after his multiple errands, his driver took him to the Tokyo Zainichi neighbourhood where he had connections with merchants. Miss Han SolJi was a matriarch and the one he went to the most for personal orders.

He trusted her keen eye to bring him something that would appeal to a maiden who had already seen a lot. In the back of her shop, the elderly woman reassured him she knew exactly who could magnify plain home furniture.

Three months laters, for Christmas, Professor offered Hyori a green polished egg-like case lined with gold. Inside, there was the gold tea set the man promised her. The round kettle's lid was decorated with a tiny tree whose leaves had been sculpted into green stones. She could see pearl-like gems of various colours. Those were probably meant to represent flowers or fruits.

This set outdid the one she received in the Inner Palace. She knew she wouldn't use it to serve anyone. The pride that oozed from the elderly man revealed the gift was a statement. He wanted to show he could do better than anyone and she must admit he succeeded. They hadn't talked about living together besides the man letting her know she could ask anytime to be housed in an apartment in Tokyo.