Banging the Hot MILFs of Tokyo

That was the most awkward moment for Yuki. Being halfway to the exit of the office, he only took a step forward, lurched for the doors handle and left the office."That was a narrow escape."

He bent his head, collecting his anxiety in one place and shoving it somewhere deep where it couldn't bother him for now. When he finally raised it again, he was met with the barely-contained chuckles of Haruto and Jun.

"He made it alive, bruh," Haruto said, grinning like an idiot. He closed the gap between him and Yuki, got out a mint sweet from his side. "Want one?"

Yuki pushed the mint sweet aside and Jun took it from Haruto's hand, openef it and swallowed it into his mouth. "Poor sweet did nothing to you. You seem like you saw a ghost. Man's walking like he fought the third world war."

Yuki exhaled hard, slinging his bag over his shoulder. "You two are hilarious," he said flatly, stepping past them. Jun blocked him before Yuki could leave the hallway. Haruto fell into step beside him. "So, what happened in there? She scold you? Make you write an apology letter in German?"

Yuki wasn't fazed at all. "She asked for my name."

Jun frowned. "That's it?"

"Yeah."

They exchanged a look behind him, the kind of look that said that's not normal. "Bro," Haruto said carefully, "Aizawa doesn't ask for names unless she's planning something."

"Planning what?" Yuki asked, glancing at him.

Jun shrugged. "Could be nothing. Could be you're on her radar now. And when you're on her radar…" He humphed, tucking both arms into his pocket. "We have the remaining day to ourselves. No class, what do you want to do?"

"Let's go to an arcade. Yuki will sponsor us," Jun said, smirking like it was already decided.

Haruto immediately hooked an arm over Yuki's shoulders, leaning in with a mischievous grin. "Yeah, we have a millionaire in our midst. Let's go merry and drink ourselves away. I call dibs on the free alcohol."

Jun snorted. "Bruh, you wouldn't even like free alcohol. It's a waste of anticipation and money."

"Still free though," Haruto shot back, patting Yuki's shoulder like they'd just signed a contract.

Yuki opened his mouth to agree—half because the idea of losing himself in loud games sounded perfect—when something clicked in his memory. Right. He was supposed to meet Airi after class.

His mood shifted almost instantly, the weight from earlier lifting a little. "Not today," he said, trying to keep his voice casual. "I have to meet someone."

Jun stopped mid-step and hissed through his teeth. "Yeah, right. Giving excuses just to avoid paying our bills."

"Forget about girls, bruh," Haruto added dramatically lifting his brows mockingly, releasing Yuki's shoulder like he was letting go of a lost cause. "Arcade now, heartbreak later. Unless it is not banging her, you have no excuse."

Yuki just shook his head, hiding the faint smirk tugging at his lips. "Yeah, they'd be a lot of banging." Haruto and Jun froze mid-stride, their faces twisting into identical looks of stunned disbelief. They exchanged a slow glance at each other, the kind where neither needed to say a word to confirm they'd both just heard the same thing.

Without warning, they stepped back from Yuki like he'd just revealed a dangerous secret. Haruto blinked twice, rubbing his temple. "Bro… you can't just drop that line and expect us to walk away normal."

Jun leaned in slightly, lowering his voice even though there was no one else around. "Hook me up, bruh. For real. Where do you find all these women from?"

Yuki raised a brow at him, feigning innocence, his ego rising. "Um, I don't find women, women find me."

"You going condom mode or raw?"

"Raw, of course," Yuki said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "How am I supposed to enjoy it with a nylon strapped on me?"

Haruto blinked, then broke into a slow grin. "You must be lucky, dude."

Jun let out a sharp hiss, his eyes narrowing just enough to show the jealousy creeping in. "Man… months ago, you were the weird one. While me and Renji were the girl magnets, now you're out here stealing all the girls."

Haruto smirked. "Plot twist of the year."

"Yeah, whatever," Jun said, shoving his hands deep in his pockets. "Enjoy yourself, loverboy. I and Haruto are getting drunk tonight. Don't get someone pregnant or you gonna learn the hard way."

Yuki just laughed under his breath, walking ahead while they trailed distance behind him until they couldn't be seen. Yuki was out of the school compound, resting on a public bench.

Yuki just laughed under his breath, walking ahead while they trailed a few paces behind, their voices fading into drunken-planning nonsense until he couldn't hear them anymore.

Outside the school compound, he found an empty public bench under the shade of a jacaranda tree. The air was warmer than he expected, the kind that made you want to sink into a seat and not move for a while. He pulled out his phone, thumb flicking through random apps just to keep his mind busy.

A shadow fell over him. Before he could look up, a pair of soft hands slipped over his eyes.

"Guess who I am," a voice teased, light and almost sing-song.

Yuki froze for half a second, a smirk forming despite himself. He didn't need to guess—he already knew the scent of her perfume, the warmth in her touch.

"Airi," he said, leaning back slightly. "You're not exactly good at this game."

She pulled her hands away, stepping into view with an exaggerated pout. "Wow. You didn't even pretend to think about it."

"Didn't need to," Yuki replied, pocketing his phone. "You're kinda obvious."

Airi huffed but her lips curved into a grin. "Well, obvious or not, you're late."

"How about you punish me then?" Yuki's face lit up with a bright smile. Airi tilted her head, crossing her arms as if she was actually considering it.

"You will be punished obviously. The kind that will make you weak for weeks." Airi winked playfully, dragging Yuki up from the seat. "So you know why I came here right?"

"Kind of..." Yuki stuttered wondering if it was more than sex she came for.

Airi's index finger tapped lightly against his chest, her eyes glinting with mischief. "My friends are doing a drink and sex party tonight."

Yuki raised a brow. "That's… a pretty blunt invite." He knew how those scenes turned out to be. Airi would invite him as her boyfriend and he'd be among the girls and funky things are gonna happen. "How can I say no? What time?"

"10pm"

"That is really late. Why come early?"

"Because I have other things to do with you today, did you forget dickhead?"

Airi flicked her thumb hard against Yuki's forehead. "Ow—what the hell was that for?" he muttered, rubbing the spot.

"Look," she said, jerking her chin toward the sidewalk. A sleek blue car idled there, its windows tinted just enough to give it that "don't ask questions" vibe. "Our driver's here."

Before Yuki could ask where they were going, she hooked her fingers around his wrist and started dragging him toward it. Her grip was deceptively strong—he barely had time to sling his bag around before she yanked open the back door and slid inside.

Yuki followed, still wearing the suspicious half-smile of a man who knew he was in for something but wasn't sure what slid in the car, wearing his seatbelt.

The driver was that of a middle-aged man with a trimmed beard, glanced at them in the rearview mirror. "Destination?"

Airi didn't even hesitate. "Hotel Chiyotsuki."

Yuki's brows shot up flabbergasted how Airi was able to afford an expensive hotel. The driver gave a small nod. "That'll be three hundred yen."

Airi tilted her head toward Yuki with a playful smirk. "My boyfriend will pay for the fare."

Yuki sighed, fishing his wallet out of his pocket. "How did you get money to pay for an expensive hotel while you can't pay for a simple cab fare?" He dug out the last cash on his wallet, counted it.

It wasn't up to three hundred Yen. He squeezed his face and went straight to his bank app, transferring the money to the account. "You owe me Airi."

Airi just grinned, leaning back against the seat like a queen whose debts were everybody else's problem. "Put it on my tab. I'll pay you back… in ways money can't."

Yuki gave her a look that was halfway between disbelief and amusement. "I am expecting a lot of sex, cum from you, so Hotel Chiyotsuki," Yuki said slowly. "What's the occasion? Or do you just book expensive places for fun?"

Airi didn't look up from her phone. "I told you. I have things to do with you today." Then, after a beat, she glanced at him with that fox-like smile of hers. "You'll see."

"That's the part that worries me," he muttered.

She laughed softly and went back to scrolling. "Don't worry, loverboy. You'll be thanking me by the end of the night."

The driver turned into a quieter street, the noise of the main road fading. The building soon came into view—Hotel Chiyotsuki.

Airi put her phone away, stretching her arms like a cat. "We're here."

The car rolled to a smooth stop, and before Yuki could reach for the door, Airi was already out, her hair catching up in the wind. She turned back, smirking at him. "Come on, slowpoke. We've got a room waiting."

Yuki stepped out, shoving his hands in his pockets as he followed her inside.