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By the time I entered the fourth month of my stay in Japan, my plans were progressing smoothly. The apocalypse was creeping closer, and piece by piece, I was assembling a team that wouldn't just survive—but thrive.
And part of that process involved looking back at how some of my closest alliances had formed. Like the night with Saeko.
(Flashback)
The twilight painted the sky in hues of deep violet and fiery orange as we stood on the crest of the hill, overlooking the sprawling cityscape below. The cool evening breeze rustled through the tall grass, carrying the distant hum of the city, a stark contrast to the charged silence between Saeko and me.
There was no hesitation when she closed the distance between us. One second, she was looking at me with those piercing violet eyes, and the next, her lips were on mine.
It wasn't soft or hesitant—it was confident, slow but deliberate. She wasn't testing the waters; she was staking a claim. And I wasn't about to back down.
I wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss. Her body pressed against mine, her warmth seeping through our clothes as my fingers trailed along the curve of her lower back.
For someone who carried herself with such composed elegance, her kiss had fire behind it. A raw, untamed passion that resonated with the strength she exuded in every aspect of her being.
When we finally pulled away, her breathing was slightly heavier, but her smirk remained.
"That was… unexpected," I muttered, my voice a little rougher than intended.
"Was it?" She ran a finger along my collarbone, tilting her head. "I think we both saw this coming."
I chuckled. "Fair enough."
She leaned in again, but this time, her lips stopped just before touching mine. "Should we stop here… or would you like to see how much deeper this can go?"
Her voice was sultry, teasing, daring me to take the next step. The question hung in the air, charged with unspoken desires and the promise of something more.
My grip on her waist tightened slightly.
"Oh, Saeko-chan," I murmured, my lips brushing against her ear. "You should know by now… I never stop at just 'a little.'"
She exhaled a soft laugh against my neck. "Good."
The decision was made. The air crackled with anticipation as I guided her towards my Suburban, parked a short distance away. The spacious interior offered a private sanctuary, a place where we could explore the depths of our newfound connection.
As we settled into the back seats, the world outside faded away, replaced by the intensity of our shared desire. Saeko's eyes, usually sharp and focused, were now softened with a raw hunger. She reached out, her fingers tracing the line of my jaw, her touch sending shivers down my spine.
"Marco," she whispered, her voice husky with longing.
I leaned in, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. Her hands moved to my shirt, unbuttoning it with a practiced ease, revealing the muscles beneath. I returned the favor, unbuttoning her school uniform and sliding it off her shoulders, revealing the smooth skin of her arms.
The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, more demanding. Our hands explored each other's bodies, mapping every curve and contour. The air in the Suburban grew thick with the heat of our passion.
Saeko's fingers moved to my belt buckle, undoing it with a swift motion. She slid my pants down, revealing my hardening length. Her eyes widened slightly, a flicker of surprise mixed with admiration.
"Impressive," she murmured, her voice laced with a playful tone.
I chuckled, pulling her closer. "You haven't seen anything yet."
I slid her skirt up, revealing the delicate lace of her panties. Her legs were long and toned, and the sight of them sent a wave of desire crashing through me. I reached for the clasp of her bra, undoing it with a flick of my wrist. Her breasts, full and firm, spilled into my hands.
Saeko gasped, her body arching slightly as I cupped her breasts, kneading them gently. Her nipples hardened under my touch, and she moaned softly.
I lowered my head, capturing one of her nipples in my mouth, sucking and teasing it with my tongue. Saeko's moans grew louder, her hands gripping my hair, pulling me closer.
I moved lower, trailing kisses down her stomach, my tongue tracing a path to the delicate lace of her panties. Saeko's breath hitched, her hips lifting slightly as I reached my destination.
I slid her panties down, revealing the delicate folds of her femininity. She was wet and ready, her core pulsing with anticipation. I leaned in, my tongue tracing the delicate folds, tasting her sweetness.
Saeko cried out, her body trembling with pleasure. Her hands gripped the back of my head, urging me on. I continued my ministrations, my tongue and fingers working in tandem, bringing her closer to the edge.
Saeko's moans grew louder, her body convulsing as she reached her peak. Her cries echoed through the Suburban, a testament to the intensity of her pleasure.
I moved back up, my eyes meeting hers. She was flushed and breathless, her eyes filled with a raw desire. I positioned myself between her legs, my hardness throbbing with anticipation.
I entered her slowly, savoring the moment, feeling her tighten around me. Saeko gasped, her hands gripping my back, her nails digging into my skin.
I began to move, my strokes slow and deliberate at first, then faster, more urgent. Saeko met my thrusts with her own, her hips rocking against mine. Our bodies moved together in a rhythm as old as time, our passion building with each thrust.
The Suburban was filled with the sounds of our lovemaking, our moans and gasps mingling with the rhythmic squeaking of the seats. Saeko's hands gripped my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin as she reached her second climax.
I quickened my pace, my own release imminent. With a final, guttural cry, I came, my seed spilling deep inside her. Saeko cried out again, her body shuddering with pleasure.
We collapsed against each other, our breathing ragged, our bodies slick with sweat. The silence in the Suburban was broken only by the sound of our heavy breathing.
After a few moments, Saeko stirred, her eyes opening to meet mine. She smiled, a soft, genuine smile that reached her eyes.
"That was… intense," she murmured, her voice still husky.
I chuckled, kissing her forehead. "You have no idea."
We lay entwined for a while, savoring the afterglow of our passion. The twilight deepened, and the city lights twinkled below, creating a romantic backdrop for our intimate moment.
As the night deepened, we dressed, the silence between us comfortable and filled with unspoken understanding. We exited the Suburban, the cool night air a welcome contrast to the heat of our passion.
Standing on the hilltop, overlooking the city, we shared a quiet moment, the bond between us strengthened by the intimacy we had shared. The city lights twinkled below, a silent witness to our newfound connection.
As we walked back to the Suburban, hand in hand, I knew that this was just the beginning of our journey together. A journey filled with passion, desire, and the promise of something more.
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(Present Day)
Back to reality.
If there was one person I knew would be difficult to recruit, it was Saya Takagi.
Daughter of a powerful politician, a genius-level intellect, and an ego bigger than my Suburban. Saya was the type of person who needed to be convinced that you were worth her time. The problem? She thought most people weren't.
And today? Today was the day I was going to change that.
I spotted her near the school library, nose buried in a book, probably on advanced military strategy or quantum physics—casual reading, obviously. She adjusted her glasses, flipping the page, completely ignoring the world around her.
I strolled up casually, hands in my pockets. "Yo, Takagi-chan."
She didn't even look up. "Don't call me that."
I smirked. "What, no 'hello'? Not even a 'what do you want, idiot'? I'm offended."
She sighed dramatically, finally looking up. "I don't have time for your nonsense, Di Balla-san. What do you want?"
I leaned against the table. "Simple. I want you on my team."
Saya raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "Oh, really? And why exactly would I waste my time with you? And what team?"
I grinned. "Because you're too smart to ignore what's coming."
That got her attention.
I slid into the seat across from her, my expression turning serious. "You know the world isn't as stable as it looks. Your family? They have contingency plans. I've seen your father's security measures. You and your family know something's going to happen—you just don't know when."
Her eyes narrowed slightly. "And you do?"
I nodded. "I don't have the exact date, but I know it's soon. And when it happens, all your intelligence, all your resources? They won't mean anything if you don't have people who can actually fight."
She crossed her arms, clearly annoyed. "And let me guess—you're that person?"
I chuckled. "Not just me. I'm building a team. A team that wins. And, frankly? I'd rather have the smartest person in this school with us than against us."
Saya stared at me for a long moment, then sighed. "Fine. But I'm not joining because of you. I'm joining because I refuse to let morons like you run things into the ground."
I smirked. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, princess."
Her eye twitched. Perfect.
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If Saya had been difficult, Kohta Hirano was the exact opposite.
I found him in his usual spot—tinkering with a replica airsoft rifle behind the school. The second he saw me, his eyes widened like a kid on Christmas morning.
"M-Marcus-senpai!" he stammered. "What are you doing here?"
I grinned. "I need a sniper."
Kohta blinked, adjusting his glasses. "Wait… what?"
I crossed my arms. "You love guns. You know more about them than most adults. And I know for a fact that if given a real one, you wouldn't hesitate to put a bullet in something trying to kill you."
He gulped. "Well… yeah, but—"
"No 'but.'" I clapped a hand on his shoulder. "You're joining my team. Hiroki's already in training, but I need someone who can handle precision shots and intelligence gathering. That's you."
Kohta's face turned red. "You… You mean… like… like a real team?"
"Yes, Kohta. A real team."
He practically vibrated with excitement. "OH MY GOD, YES! I ACCEPT! TRAIN ME, MASTER!"
I stared at him for a second. "Alright, tone it down before people think I'm running a cult."
He straightened up, adjusting his glasses. "Ahem. Right. Professionalism. I understand."
I sighed. "We'll work on that."
He didn't even ask what the team was...
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With Saya and Kohta now officially part of the team, things were coming together.
The strategist. The sniper. The warrior. The tactician.
Piece by piece, my survival unit was forming.
Now, the next step?
Training. And preparing for the hell that was about to break loose.
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