Reincarnated As The Villainess's Best Friend

Fumiko's lips slowly reached for mine, but suddenly she froze. Her warm breath hit me, as her lips stood inches away from mine.

The Lumi Crystal on her desk flickered, casting shadows across her face. Her hair was loose and messy, framing her soft cheeks in a way that made me forget how to breathe.

Her white robe clung to her skin in the warm sticky air of the cottage, and the fabric was so thin that I couldn't resist staring at the curves beneath.

I could smell her cinnamon scent, mixed with the faint musty aroma of old books that filled the room. It pulled me closer to her, my heart pounding across her chest.

My hands were still on her waist, fingers pressing into the soft linen, feeling the heat of her body.

I expected her to throw it off, but she didn't pull away. Her yellow eyes, sharp and stormy, locked onto mine through her glasses, like she couldn't decide what she wanted to do next.

She hesitated, her plump chest rising and brushing against mine with each breath. When her trembling hand finally came up and touched my cheek, I almost forgot my own name.

"Rin…" she whispered, her voice cracking, "We shouldn't..."

Maybe. But I didn't care. Not about rules, not about the academy, not even about Kyro's smirk or Lucy's words still stinging in my chest.

Everything else in my head vanished. All I could think about was her.

I closed the gap between us and kissed her.

It was soft at first, like I was testing a fragile spell. Then, her lips parted, as she pressed them fiercely onto mine.

I slid my hands up her back, feeling the curve of her body through the robe. She pressed even closer to me, her thick breasts rubbing against my chest, sending a rush of heat straight to my groin.

The kiss deepened. Her tongue brushed against mine carefully, then bolder, as she sucked the fluid right out of my mouth.

My mind went blank again, and every other thought vanished. In that moment, all I wanted was her.

I backed her onto her desk, the wood creaking loudly. The books on her desk scattered to the floor, papers flying in every direction.

Her glasses had slipped off, falling into the pile of books, but her eyes were clearer now, wide and eager.

"Thought you didn't want this," I teased, pulling back just enough to taste the salt on her neck.

"I... do," she gasped, her hands caressing my shoulders, pulling me tighter as if she was afraid I'd suddenly vanish.

Her answer burned hotter than the fire in my chest. I didn't wait. I kissed her again, deeper this time, until the world outside that room ceased to exist.

Her hands fumbled with my blazer buttons, popping them open one by one. The cool air hit my skin as she pushed the blazer off my shoulders, her touch sending goosebumps racing down my arms.

Next, she moved her fingers through my hair, tugging gently. Then, she rubbed the back of my neck, pulling my head closer to her. Her hands were so soft and tender, and I could feel a shiver rush down my spine.

"Fuck," I cursed. I hadn't felt this good in a while.

I buried my face in her neck, and she let a soft moan that vibrated against my chest, low and needy.

"Rin..."

The way she gasped my name wrecked me. I wanted to drown in that sound, in her.

I slipped my hand under her robe, feeling the smooth warmth of her thighs. Then, she flinched.

"Fumiko," I whispered, "tell me to stop if you want."

But I immediately prayed she wouldn't.

As if reading my thoughts, she reached for my hand. Her fingers caught mine, and guided them, almost like she was as scared as I was.

Her legs parted slightly, one wrapping around my hip. Her robe hiked up to reveal her caramel-toned thighs that felt like silk under my palms.

I swallowed. My aroused dick was pressing against my trousers, hard and insistent. But I decided to take my time.

I traced my fingers higher, brushing the edge of her undergarment, the heat radiating between her legs. She shook her head, her hair tickling my face.

"Rin," she called out, her voice barely a whisper,

"What is it?" I asked, raising my head. Her cheeks flushed deeper as she met my eyes.

"You're my... It's my first time."

I paused, my finger circling her entrance, feeling her clench around nothing.

"First time?" I repeated, my voice tainted with surprise.

She nodded, biting her lip, her body trembling under my touch. "Yes... But don't stop. Please."

Fumiko was almost thirty, and the thought of her being a virgin made me flinch. She had kept her purity for that long, and now she was finally trusting me with it.

I couldn't let her down.

I leaned closer and kissed her again.

"Don't worry," I whispered, "It's his first time too"

I slipped a finger into her, feeling her slick heat. She gasped in return and dug her nails into my back.

"Don't stop," she murmured, her voice husky, eyes half-lidded with desire.

I unbuckled my belt with my free hand, my fingers fumbling around it. Soon enough, I freed myself, my hardness popping out, a straight large rod.

Rin was definitely packing.

Slowly, Fumiko's eyes darted towards it, widening as she stared at it.

"It's yours," I said. "Touch it."

On impulse, she reached down, her hand wrapping around me, stroking carefully at first, then tighter. Her fingers rubbed me up and down, like she was some kind of expert.

"You're so... good," I muttered.

She simply nodded, her hands moving even faster.

"I read a lot of books," she whispered.

I swallowed, overwhelmed by the sweet sensation. For someone who didn't have any experience, Fumiko knew exactly what to do.

I couldn't wait any longer.

"I want you," I groaned, "Now."

I lifted her onto the desk, the wood groaning under her weight as more books fell to the floor. She pulled me down with her, legs curling around me, no hesitation now. Every kiss got hungrier, every touch set my nerves on fire.

I tugged at her robe, revealing two large beautiful breasts. Her nipples were firm and dark against her golden caramel skin.

"You're so beautiful," I blurted, not realising when the words slipped out.

I cupped one of her soft breasts and felt the nipple pebble under my touch. She moaned again, louder this time. Her head fell back on the desk, exposing her neck completely.

I kissed it, moving downwards with my lips as I tasted her salty skin. My other hand slid between her thighs, my fingers dancing around her cherry.

I leaned upright, rubbing my shaft against her entrance, coating it with her wetness. She gasped, her legs wrapping around my waist.

"Now..." she begged.

When I finally slid inside her, I had to bite down on my lip to keep myself from groaning too loud.

She tightened around me, trembling as I pushed in slowly.

"Rin...," she whimpered, raking her nails on my back as I filled her.

"Fumiko," I groaned, her heat enveloping me completely.

I pulled out and paused for a moment to let her adjust. She leaned closer to me, arching her hips, egging me to carry on.

I slid into her again and again, kissing her hungrily as I lost myself in the heat of her body. She clung to me like I was the only thing that mattered in her life.

The desk creaked beneath us, scattering more papers all over the floor.

I thrust harder, her moans filling the room. I didn't care who heard. I wanted this burned into me forever.

Her breasts bounced with each movement. I leaned down and capture a nipple in my mouth, sucking gently. She arched, her legs tightening around me, pulling me deeper.

"Don't stop..." she gasped, leaning forward and wrapping my her arms around my neck. Her hands reached my hair, tugging hard enough.

I quickened the pace, the slap of our skins echoing around the entire house, mixed with our heavy breathing and the distant hoot of an owl perched outside.

Her face twisted in pleasure, her moans growing louder as her lips formed my name over and over.

"Rin..." she cried out, her walls tightening on my hardness. Then, she shattered beneath me, gasping, shaking.

I followed right after, spilling deep inside her with a groan, my body giving out as I collapsed on her chest.

We stayed like that, panting, my head resting on her chest. Her hand found the back of my head, and she stroked me tenderly, almost too tender for everything we'd just done.

I held her close, my heart still racing, knowing this moment could change everything. But for once, I didn't care about the consequences.

An image of the Shadow Queen darted across my mind, and for the first time, I felt nothing.