When passing by the living room, Akira Fujimiya slowed his steps slightly.
Sakurajima Mai was sitting quietly on the sofa, a porcelain teacup held lightly between her fingers. Steam rose gently from the tea, carrying a faint fragrance. On the table in front of her were neatly arranged snacks—delicate, well-prepared, and clearly not store-bought.
They were dishes that could only have been made by Tadokoro Megumi.
Mai Sakurajima paused for a brief moment when she noticed Akira.
Her expression showed a trace of surprise, though she quickly concealed it.
Akira met her gaze and smiled calmly, offering a silent greeting.
Just as Mai was about to speak, footsteps echoed behind Akira.
Kawasaki Saki came jogging over from the corridor.
Her attention had been completely focused on Akira, as if she hadn't noticed anyone else in the living room.
Only when she drew closer did she realize that Sakurajima Mai was sitting there.
In an instant, Kawasaki Saki's face flushed red.
She instinctively slowed her steps, looking slightly flustered.
Akira didn't seem to care at all. He simply extended his hand toward her.
Kawasaki Saki hesitated for half a second before quickly reaching out and holding his hand.
Her grip was firm, as if afraid of letting go.
Sakurajima Mai stared blankly at the two of them.
She watched as Akira and Kawasaki Saki walked past her together, their hands still linked, and disappeared down the corridor.
The sound of their footsteps gradually faded.
Mai lowered her gaze to the tea in her cup, the faint reflection rippling on the surface.
She didn't say anything, but her fingers tightened slightly around the porcelain.
.....
On the way to the large ship docked by the shore, the night breeze brushed gently against them.
The path was quiet, illuminated by soft lights embedded along the walkway.
Akira glanced at Kawasaki Saki and unconsciously recalled the first time they had met.
Back then, because of Yukinoshita Haruno's involvement, Kawasaki Saki had misunderstood him.
She had thought of him as someone dangerous, someone unreliable.
It wasn't until Kawasaki Saki truly needed help—and Akira stood by her side—that the wall between them finally cracked.
From that point on, their relationship slowly changed.
"Saki," Akira said suddenly, breaking the silence, "when you first met me, you must have thought I was a bad person, right?"
Kawasaki Saki hesitated slightly before answering.
"Well… at that time, I didn't really know you," she admitted, her voice a little embarrassed.
"Now that we've known each other for so long," Akira continued with a faint smile, "what kind of person do you think I am?"
Kawasaki Saki slowed her pace and thought carefully.
After a moment, she spoke softly but firmly.
"Gentle. Kind. Handsome. Smart. And… someone who gives me a sense of security."
'Also a pervert' She added to herself, but didn't say it out loud.
Akira raised his eyebrows slightly, then looked ahead at the dimly lit path.
"You think that highly of me?"
"I don't know what others think of you," Kawasaki Saki said without hesitation, firmly. "But this is how I see you."
Akira couldn't help but smile.
"In Yui evaluation — I'm a big bad guy," he said lightly. "Yukino would definitely say I'm terrible. As for the other girls… our relationships haven't reached that stage yet, so I haven't asked."
'Except for some'
"They all like you," Kawasaki Saki replied quietly. "They're just shy, so…"
"I know," Akira said calmly. "That's part of the fun between couples. Yukino is always shy, but once in a while she takes the initiative. Yui too can be very proactive when we're alone, but if other girls are around, she will definitely gets embarrassed which make it more amusing for me."
He glanced at Kawasaki Saki.
"And you?"
"I… I don't know whether I should take the initiative," she murmured, her voice barely audible.
The two of them walked out of the forest path and stepped onto the beach.
The moonlight shines on the beach, brightening the surrounding.
Akira suddenly stopped walking.
Kawasaki Saki looked up at him, her heart beating a little faster.
Without saying a word, he leaned down and kissed her.
Kawasaki Saki froze for a split second before responding, her arms wrapping around him instinctively.
The kiss lingered, deep and gentle, as if time itself had slowed.
When it finally ended, Akira bent down and lifted her into his arms.
Kawasaki Saki leaned against his chest, her face warm, her heart filled with anticipation and shyness as he carried her toward the large ship.
...
In the ship,
It's decks quiet and empty at this late hour, the gentle lap of waves against the hull the only sound accompanying their approach.
Saki's heart pounded in her chest, her cheek pressed against the firm warmth of his shirt, inhaling the faint scent of his. She felt small in his hold, vulnerable yet safe, her fingers clutching lightly at his shoulders.
"Akira... where are we going?" she whispered even though she knew where, her voice a soft tremor, cheeks burning even in the cool breeze.
He didn't answer immediately, his strides confident as he navigated the dimly lit corridors below deck, the wooden planks creaking faintly under his weight.
A private cabin awaited—spacious, with enough comfort for them.
{T/N: Same room as where he and Yui had stayed before}
Akira kicked the door shut behind them, the click echoing like a promise.
Gently, he lowered her onto the bed, his hands lingering on her waist, thumbs brushing the hem of her dress. Saki sat up slightly, eyes wide and shimmering, her hair tousled from the wind.
"This... this is too sudden," she murmured, averting her gaze, but her body betrayed her, leaning toward him as if drawn by an invisible thread.
Akira knelt before her, capturing her chin to tilt her face up.
"Saki, I've wanted this for so long. You trust me, right?"
His voice was low, reassuring, eyes locking onto hers with that calm intensity that always made her stomach flutter.
She nodded hesitantly, a soft smile breaking through. "Y-yes... I do."
He closed the distance, lips meeting hers in a kiss that started tender—soft presses, tasting the faint sweetness of her lip balm.
Saki's breath hitched, her hands rising to his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart mirroring her own rapid beat.
The kiss deepened naturally, his tongue tracing the seam of her lips until she parted them with a soft sigh.
Schlick~!
He slipped inside, exploring with slow, deliberate strokes, tangling with hers in a wet, heated dance.
Saki whimpered quietly, the sound muffled against him, her fingers curling into his shirt as she tentatively pushed back, her own tongue flicking against his in shy exploration. Their saliva mingled with each other, slick sounds of smacks and slurps filling the cabin as their mouths moved hungrily.
Akira's hand slid to the nape of her neck, angling her for better access, while his other traced her thigh under the dress, inching upward to feel the smooth skin heating under his touch.
"You taste so good," he breathed during a brief separation, strings of spit connecting them before he dove back in, sucking her tongue gently, drawing a needy moan from her throat.
Saki's body responded instinctively, her legs parting slightly as his fingers grazed the edge of her panties, the fabric damp with arousal. She broke the kiss gasping, cheeks flushed crimson.
"Akira... I-I'm a little scared," she admitted, voice barely above a whisper, but her hips shifted toward him. He smiled against her lips, nipping the bottom one.
"Don't be. I'm here." His kisses trailed down her jaw, to the sensitive spot below her ear, sucking lightly to elicit a shiver. Saki's hands roamed tentatively, pushing his shirt up to feel the defined muscles of his abdomen, her touch light and exploratory, as if afraid of something.
Seeing her responses, Akira stood, pulling her up with him.
His hands found the zipper of her dress at the back, easing it down with agonizing slowness, the fabric whispering over her shoulders.
Saki shivered as it pooled at her feet, leaving her in simple white lace bra and panties, her beautiful figure exposed—pert breasts rising with each breath, nipples hardening against the thin material, her waist narrowing to hips that flared gently.
"Turn around," he murmured, and she did, blushing furiously as he unclasped her bra, letting it fall.
His palms cupped her breasts from behind, thumbs circling the stiff peaks, pinching lightly to draw a sharp gasp.
"Ah... that feels..." she trailed off, arching back into him, feeling his erection press against her ass through his pants.
Akira spun her around, guiding her back to the bed where she lay, watching him undress with wide eyes.
His shirt came off first, revealing toned chest and arms honed from daily routines. Pants followed, until his cock springing free—thick, curving upward, veined and throbbing, the head glistening.
Saki's gaze fixed there, swallowing hard.
"It's... so big," she whispered, a mix of awe and nervousness in her tone, not getting used to it no matter how many time she saw it.
He joined her on the bed, hovering over her, kissing her deeply again while his hand dipped between her thighs, fingers rubbing her soaked panties.
"You're wet for me already," he teased gently, slipping a digit under the edge to stroke her folds, slick and swollen.
Saki moaned into his mouth, hips bucking as he circled her clit, the nub pulsing under his touch.
"Mmm... Akira, please," she begged softly, her shyness giving way to need.
He peeled her panties down her legs, tossing them aside, then spread her thighs, lowering his head.
His tongue lapped at her entrance, flat and broad, tasting her tangy essence—musky and sweet. Saki cried out, hands fisting the sheets.
"Oh god... that's... ah!" Her legs trembled, toes curling as he sucked her clit, flicking it rapidly, two fingers sliding inside her tight heat, curling to hit that spongy spot.
Wet schlicks echoed with each thrust, her juices coating his chin as he continue to eat her. She writhed, her moans escalating—
"Yes... right there... don't stop"
—her voice breathy, unrestrained.
He ate her out relentlessly, tongue delving deep, lapping her walls before returning to her pearl, vibrations from his hums sending shocks through her.
Before long, Saki's body tensed, back aching.
"I'm... cuming... Akira!" She shattered, pussy clenching around his fingers, squirting lightly onto his tongue, spasms rippling through her core. He lapped her through it, soothing until she slumped, panting.
"Haa... Haah..."
Rising, Akira positioned himself between her legs, rubbing his cock along her slit. "Ready for me now, Saki?"
Not giving her anytime to rest after her orgasms — she looked at him before nodding weakly, a little tired, but her eyes were filled with lust.
"Yes...please make love with me~."
Her voice pleading, soft as she asked him.
Only she knew how she was feeling, every moment he touch her, make her want him more before stopping—making her desperate.
But—now, finally after so long he will do it!
Make her completely his!
He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, her walls stretching around his girth, a burn of fullness making her gasp.
"So tight...," he groaned, bottoming out with a wet slap.
Saki's nails dug into his back, the pain she felt of losing her virginity. "Hgnn! It's too much... but don't stop...Nghn..., please."
Akira watch her, not following her words, not moving— he waited for sometime to get her used to him.
Before—
He began thrusting, slow at first—deep, grinding inside her as he hit her depths, her moans syncing with the creak of the bed.
"Ah... ah... harder," she urged, her shyness forgotten in the haze. As even the pain quickly turn into pleasure!
Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!
Akira obliged of course, pace quickening, his balls smacking her ass. As sweat beaded on their bodies, the cabin filling with grunts and her whimpers.
"You feel so good... Can you feel yourself gripping me," he panted, before capturing her lips in a sloppy kiss, tongues tangling amid the rhythm.
Shifting, he pulled her legs over his shoulders for deeper penetration, the angle allowing him to pound her g-spot.
Saki screamed loudly, "Yes! Right there... oh fuck!"
Her breasts bounced with each thrust, her inside muscle clenching his member. Juices squelched around his shaft, her arousal dripping onto the sheets.
He reached down, thumbing her clit, pushing her toward another peak. "Come with me, Saki," he demanded huskily.
She obeyed, walls fluttering wildly, milking him as she came—"Akira! I'm... ahhh!"—body convulsing, nails raking his skin.
He followed, burying deep and flooding her with hot cum, ropes painting her insides, overflow leaking out.
"Take it all... mine," he growled, collapsing onto her, both breathing ragged.
They stayed connected, kissing lazily, his hands stroking her hair.
"I love you," she whispered, vulnerable as she got her answer.
"Love you too," he replied, rolling to hold her close.
They dozed briefly, but before long—
Akira flipped her onto her stomach, entering from behind, hands gripping her soft ass as he rutted hard—
Plap! Plap! Plap!
Her ass jiggling.
Saki pushed back, moaning into the pillow. "Ohhhh!"
Slap!
He spanked her lightly, the sting heightening her pleasure, leading to mutual climaxes again, her squirting soaking the bed.
He has no intention of giving her any rest even though it was her first time.
....
By 4:30 am, sated and tender, they dressed quietly, before they kiss each other other.
Finally slipping off the ship hand-in-hand.
...
After 15 minutes, Akira Fujimiya and Kawasaki Saki quietly returned to the villa.
It was still early, and the other girls were either asleep or hadn't come out yet.
No one noticed their return.
Kawasaki Saki slipped back into her room, blushing.
Akira checked the time, then left the villa once more.
This time, he headed toward Aria Shichijō residence.
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In the courtyard,
Aria Shichijō was watering flowers, her movements unhurried and elegant.
When she noticed Akira approaching, a hint of surprise appeared on her face.
"Akira-kun," she said softly, "I didn't expect you to have time to come here."
"I didn't want to disturb everyone else this early," Akira replied. "So I came to your place for tea....Do you have a laptop?"
"Yes," Aria Shichijō smiled and turned slightly toward a maid.
The maid, expressionless as always, bowed and went inside. She soon returned with a laptop and placed it on the table nearby.
Akira sat down, the laptop in front of him, and opened it.
The first thing he noticed was the video website icon that appeared on the screen, he glanced at Aria Shichijō.
"I'm paying close attention to your industry," she said with a gentle smile as she sat beside him. "Whether it's Future Comics or video websites, I have investments in both."
"You're in charge of the Shichijō family's business?" Akira asked, slightly surprised.
Aria Shichijō nodded.
"Don't look at me like that. Everything in the Shichijō family is under my control. My father has been overseas for years, researching a cure for my illness."
"If I marry you," Akira said casually, "does that mean I'd own the entire Shichijō family's assets?"
"Yes," Aria Shichijō replied confidently. "And the influence of the Shichijō family is far beyond what you can imagine. No matter which path you choose, you could reach its end."
"The Shichijō family really is powerful," Akira said honestly, not doubting her words.
Aria Shichijō studied his expression and smiled faintly.
She already knew he wasn't interested in it.
Akira had never been interested in relying on the Hiratsuka family, nor had he shown any desire for the Yukinoshita family's influence.
Those opportunities would have been priceless to ordinary people.
But Akira Fujimiya wasn't ordinary.
Given his current achievements and business sense, how could he be tempted by wealth or power alone?
Akira clicked into the video website and opened a virtual idol's video.
This was one of the four virtual idols Hayama Riko had mentioned.
The virtual idol was designed as an artificial intelligence that had awakened emotions through love.
{T/N: MotherV3, Zentreya (does she count as artificial intelligence? 🤷♂️) }
Because she adhered so strictly to her character setting, many new viewers genuinely believed she was a real AI!
Her gaming skills were terrible—but that matched the setting of a one-year-old artificial intelligence.
Well, viewers didn't seem to care.....
After finishing the video, Akira thought of the virtual idol from his world—the one who had once been the symbol of the virtual idol industry.
Yet she had left at its peak, simply because she was no longer special.
That case revealed many hidden problems within the industry — replacement of personnel, operational ethics, and the conflict between companies and audiences.
Companies believed the virtual idol's image was what mattered.
Audiences believed the person behind the image was just as important.
Akira shared that belief too.
That was why he would never casually replace the person behind a virtual idol.
If they chose to leave, it would be a graduation!
After closing the first video, Akira searched for the second virtual idol.
She was still live streaming.
A cat-eared girl filled the screen, her movements sharp and precise.
Her rank in the shooting game she was playing was at the very top.
The comment section was exploding with amazement.
Some skeptics accused her of having someone else play for her.
She didn't argue or lash out. Instead, she calmly asked the moderator to handle it.
Akira admired that attitude.
He had read her profile before.
She had the ability to participate in professional competitions—she just preferred staying indoors.
Next was the third virtual idol.
She was famous for singing.
Her voice was stunning, and she could also speak foreign language fluently—such as, English, French, Chinese. The comment section was also filled with many foreign viewers praising her.
After listening to her cover, Akira nodded in satisfaction.
Finally, he opened the fourth profile.
Coincidentally, her name was Aqua.
Like a certain blue-haired goddess.
But her route was different.
She wasn't a goddess, or anything else—but he can see that she is a very hardworking person.
Her voice was cute as she reply to some of tbe comments, her gaming videos were entertaining to watch, and her singing were also steadily improved. (Based on what the comments says).
After reviewing all four, Akira sent a short email to Hayama Riko.
All four had great potential—They deserved more resources, professional operations, and formal contracts.
"These virtual idols are really interesting," Aria Shichijō said with a smile. She was also watching the video's from the side.
"In the next five years," Akira replied slowly, "virtual idols will reach their peak. Anyone will be able to become one."
"So you built the platform in advance," Aria Shichijō said thoughtfully, "and established the first generation."
"Controlling the platform is like taking a slice of someone else's cake," Akira said calmly.
"I wanted a slice too," Aria Shichijō replied with a smile, opening an email in the laptop. "But if I joined in directly, there wouldn't be enough cake. So instead, I kept an eye on potential clients for you."
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