The hotel air was thick, clinging to Kessaki's bare shoulders. Her off-shoulder top exposed her collarbones, her ankle-cut pants teasing her slender legs. She watched *him*—the glasses-wearing office drone, the "botan" she'd obsessed over at Blood Sakura Academy. He was still nerdy, slightly disheveled, but now with a tired edge.

He didn't recognize her at first. Not until she stepped closer, those bright pink, pupil-less eyes locking onto his. "Miss me?" she purred, her voice a low, manic thrill.

He recoiled. "Kessaki? What the hell—"

But the heat was doing things. His button-up was damp with sweat, clinging to his lean frame. She closed the distance, her hand sliding up his thigh, feeling the muscle tense under cheap office slacks. "You looked at everyone but me," she whispered, her other hand cupping the growing bulge in his pants. "Now you're all mine."

He gasped, a rough, unwilling sound. Her fingers worked his belt, popping the button, yanking down his zipper. His cock sprang free—thick, already leaking pre-cum. She dropped to her knees, not breaking eye contact. "Taste," she commanded, taking his full length into her mouth. She deep-throated him, gagging slightly, the salty-sweet taste of his precum coating her tongue. Her head bobbed, sloppy and loud, spit dripping down her chin onto her top.

He groaned, hips bucking. "Fuck... stop..."

She didn't. Instead, she stood,