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Assistant: Title: Love of the Game
        Author: wiseturtlebear wiseturtlebear 
        Chapter: 2/3 
        Summary: Like everything involving Yumeko, it all started with a gamble; that ended with Kira receiving a mind-blowing @rg@sm. Now the two of them just can't seem to stop playing games with each other, upping the stakes each time. For the first time in her life, Kira's found herself trapped playing a game she didn't design nor can she control.Kira always plays to win... but she's quickly learning that with Yumeko, winning has never been the goal. 
  TLDR: they f@ck like rabbits.
        Contents: Chapter 2: under cover of night
    

    


      
        
          
  
    
      [EVE GO AWAYYYYYYYYYYYYY "TURTLE GIRL" CANT BE MY LEGACY]
    
  
i have yumekira brainrot, please don't judge.also, i've got at least two more chapters left in the tank so that'll be fun.
            
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   Meet me at the lake. Bring your bow. 
 It was a simple enough request. Scrawled onto a slip of paper in large letters, spaced delicately and filled with entirely too much exuberance. Kira knew exactly who the note was from the moment she read its contents. How did Yumeko get into the student council room? Not a clue. Not gonna think about it, either.  Now Kira had a choice. The sane choice was to ball up the scrap of paper and toss it into a deep hole to be forgotten. Because who the f@ck had a clandestine meeting in the middle of the woods with the enemy? That’s the sane choice.  So how on earth did she end up in the woods anyway? Look, in Kira’s defense, life was growing a bit dull. Her parents were as distant as ever, her sister was chasing after Mary and the student council was…  ugh . She was bored. And even if curiosity killed the cat, Kira was armed with her bow, a quiver full of arrows and a bellyful of roiling emotions. It was adrenaline, of course. Kira had no particular emotions for the troublesome girl except irritation and the occasional intrigue. Not unlike a car accident. The woods were freezing this evening and Kira was sure she was underdressed for the weather. A tight, long-sleeve shirt tucked into heavy pants did little to shield her from the cold. The gorgeous view of the lake amidst the forest did little to tickle her fancy. As usual, Kira’s attention was focused on a singular interest.  “Making you a house pet was a good call,” Kira spoke out into the woods, “since you enjoy hiding like a prey animal.” Her words were meant to be taunting. Intimidating, if possible. She was holding a bow and arrow after all. Instead, it seemed to have the opposite effect: the gentle giggles of a madwoman answered her. Yumeko f@ck@ng Kawamoto. ”Who said I was hiding?” Her voice came out in her usual breathy, sing-song tone that always sounded like she was mocking the other person. It was unfortunately very attractive. Like a shadow, Yumeko crept out of the darkness and stepped into the moonlight. For once she was wearing something other than her school uniform: a simple shirt and jeans with a heavy-duty jacket to swallow her up. Again, it was very unfortunate that such an infuriating woman was so easy on the eyes.  Kira gripped her bow tight and huffed. “What do you want, Yumeko?” The light glinted dangerously off of Yumeko’s teeth when she smiled. Despite her weapon, Kira felt oddly-threatened at the sight of it.  “I’m surprised you haven’t guessed by now.” Yumeko drawled, “Yet you came anyway.” Kira began to circle Yumeko who mirrored her movements. She replied, “I was intrigued. Not everyday does someone  ask  for me to bring my bow.” “Last I remember, you were trying to kill me with that thing.” Yumeko’s gaze lingered on the bow. Or perhaps on Kira’s hands. Kira remembered that day very well. The house pet hunt was a wonderful attempt at stopping Yumeko’s rampage. However, like everything involving Yumeko, it went haywire. Yumeko was too clever for her own good and Kira was presented with an opportunity to rid herself of a problem. A tall, earnest, boy-shaped problem that had been conveniently handcuffed to Yumeko that day.  Kira smirked, “It wasn’t you I was aiming for.” With that, she aimed the bow at Yumeko and drew back the bowstring. The tense posture was a familiar feeling for Kira after years of archery training. She didn’t develop these back muscles from thin air. Yumeko did not even blink at having a weapon aimed at her. Her eyes never left Kira’s. With a tilted head and a wrinkled nose, Yumeko said, “You’ve made your feelings for Ryan quite clear.” Irritation flared through Kira’s body. She hated that Yumeko was defending that boy, even now. Kira sneered, “Mm, but you haven’t.” “Jealousy looks good on you, Kira-san.” She hated when Yumeko called her that. It made her skin crawl and goosebumps spread across her skin. Disgusting. Much better to focus on her anger. Bowstring still taut, Kira said, “You’re dodging my question worse than you dodge my arrows.” ”You didn’t stick me with a single arrow.” “Like I said,” Kira seethed, “you weren’t my target.” She eased the bowstring and aimed the bow to the ground. It was exhausting to hold it taut for so long. And more than that, it was exhausting to hear Yumeko talk about that boy in any capacity. “Why are we here, Yumeko?” “You’re rushing to the finish line.” Yumeko chided with a grin, “I’m starting to think you don’t like my company.” Kira scoffed. She could see her breath in the cold air around her, highlighting her point. “Or maybe I just don’t enjoy freezing my ass off in the middle of the woods.” Yumeko let out a little giggle as her eyes crinkled at the corners. Cute. How annoying.  “What a shame. There goes my suggestion to skinny-dip,” Yumeko replied. Now  that  was an idea.  Kira smirked as she took a step forward, saying, “There are easier ways to get me naked.” Yumeko gave her a slow once-over. “I wouldn’t exactly call you easy.” Kira clicked her tongue at this. She gestured towards her bow and said, “Careful, Kawamoto. These arrowheads aren’t blunt.” She watched Yumeko skirt around her. Not quite retreating but not quite advancing. “I’m not scared of a bit of blood,” Yumeko replied coyly. The idea was… interesting. It had been a while since Kira had hunted live prey. These woods would be a perfect hunting ground and the darkness would just be an added challenge for both of them. So much for a booty call. Kira gestured towards the woods around them, “Oh? Go on then, make a run for it. We’ll see how far you get before I hamstring you.” Yumeko’s eyes lit up in delight, “That sounds fun.” “...You’re f@ck@ng psychotic.” “And  you’re  turned on. We make quite the pair.” Kira knew she couldn’t refute this, considering the dull throbbing between her legs. Instead, she pinched the bridge of her nose and asked, “This is why you called me out here? To make me hunt you down like some prized stag?” The circling had stopped now. They stood at a standstill, just watching each other. ”It sounds like plenty of fun to me.” Yumeko countered in a breathy voice, “Running through the woods, the threat of death and danger right behind me, the adrenaline pumping, not knowing if I should go left or right… Doesn’t that sound enticing?” That… OK, that did sound fun. But! The last thing Kira was interested in right now was covering up a murder, let alone murdering her favourite d@ck appointment. “Find somebody else to fulfill your death wish.” Kira said with a dismissive hand wave, “I have better things to do.” What a shame, to return home with a clean bow and a quiver full of arrows. Kira turned on her heel and wondered if Yumeko would just let her go quietly. Yumeko’s laughter felt like a splash of cold water over Kira. “I thought you might say that.” Kira fully intended to walk away. She did… until she heard the sound of papers rustling, stopping her in her tracks. It was Yumeko’s taunting words that stopped her heart. ”Patient described feeling as though any mistake would result in abandonment by her father, a prominent political figure. Patient reports that all early memories of receiving praise were only given after achieving measurable success. Quote: ‘A Timurov does not make mistakes. Papa always made that clear. Anything less than perfect was replaceable.’” What… the f@ck? Did Yumeko have her therapist’s notes? Those were safely locked away in the— F@ck. F@ck! Yumeko had left that note in the student council room, obviously she had managed to lockpick her way in to do it. The archives were right there. But to actually go ahead and rifle through files, let alone steal her therapy records? This conniving, evil, little bit— “Where the f@ck did you get that?” Yumeko hummed as she flipped through the file’s pages. Her smile was sickly-sweet and Kira’s stomach turned at the sight of it. How much had Yumeko read? How much incriminating and embarrassing information did Yumeko comb those dexterous fingers through? As Kira broke out into a cold sweat, Yumeko said, “You should use better locks for the student council archives. You keep so many fun things in there.” With fury coursing through her veins, Kira drew her bow and venom dripped from her mouth, “Give those back to me right now.” It would be so easy to just let the arrow fly. It was only Yumeko’s evil, mischievous smile that stilled her hand. “Ah… there’s that incentive I was hoping for.” The evil b@tch proceeded to throw a single page into the air before darting off into the woods. Kira rushed to grab the falling page, as if letting it touch the forest floor would mean her deepest, darkest secrets would be exposed. Clearly Yumeko’s plan worked; catching that stupid page gave her enough time to get a headstart on this chase. Screaming in rage, Kira sprinted after the thief with her bow and arrow ready. The last thing she needed was those papers falling into the wrong hands. You might think that a person being hunted down with a bow and arrow might be scared. Terrified, even. Not Yumeko. No, the woman was currently squealing and shrieking in delight as she leapt and bounded through the trees. God, this woman was fast. Kira’s heartbeat roared in her ears until it was all she could hear. She loosed arrow after arrow into the darkness, almost blindly. Some arrows sunk into tree trunks, others into the cold dirt below. None ever reached Yumeko. “Yumeko, this isn’t a f@ck@ng game!” Kira snarled back. Yumeko answered with a giddy taunt: “If it was, you’d be losing!” She felt blind with rage. She was down to only three arrows left in her quiver and had somehow lost track of Yumeko. The giggles had abruptly stopped, leaving Kira chasing after a ghost. In the silence with only the howling wind for company, the forest suddenly seemed a lot bigger. Kira drew back her drawstring as she stalked through the woods. She crept through and scanned for any sign of the other woman. When she saw nothing, she called out: “Come out, Yumeko. I’m not gonna hurt you… much.” Only silence answered her. Yumeko could be anywhere, in any direction, at any distance. The mere thought of this made Kira’s skin burn. Was Yumeko watching her now? “You love to take risks, right? Play with people, gamble with the highest stakes…” Kira trailed off. To her left, a branch snapped in two. Kira smirked as she felt victory closing in. “I just didn’t think you’d be stupid enough to gamble with your life.” With deadly precision, Kira shot her an arrow into the dark – it sank itself deep into the tree trunk… right next to Yumeko’s smiling face. The psycho didn’t even flinch. Running her finger along the arrow, Yumeko cooed, “Exceptional marksmanship, Kira.” The praise was unnecessary but her body appreciated it all the same. “I’ve got one more arrow.” Kira spat out, “Drop the file or it goes through that thick skull of yours.” Instead of cowering and surrendering like any normal person would under threat of death, Yumeko simply ignored her orders. She strolled forward without a care in the world it seemed. Her Cheshire-grin only widened as she held on tighter to the file. Kira aimed her last arrow at Yumeko’s heart, halting her in her steps. “Stop, d@mn it!” Yumeko didn’t listen. She never did. She continued to step forward. Closer and closer until she was mere inches away from the arrowhead pointed at her. Kira’s torso screamed under duress from holding the bowstring taut like this. For the life of her, however, she couldn’t make good on her threats. Instead of stopping her advance, Yumeko dipped her head down… and bit the tip of Kira’s arrowhead between her teeth. The sight of sharpened steel glinting in Yumeko’s mouth was mesmerising. One wrong move and the edge would slice her tongue clean off. Kira would know, considering how meticulously she sharpened her arrowheads. One wrong move, one little twitch of Kira’s fingers, and the arrow would’ve cut through Yumeko’s skull. She watched with bated breath as Yumeko toyed with death and danger… and tried to ignore how turned on she was. She could only breathe a sigh of relief once Yumeko unlatched the arrowhead from her bite, winking as she did so. Such a f@ck@ng tease. Was there nothing this woman feared? Why was Kira the only one who was afraid here? Why was Kira more concerned with Yumeko’s life than she herself was? With a frustrated snarl, Kira aimed the bow away and tossed it aside. She was too cowardly to harm Yumeko. They both knew it; that’s why Yumeko was toying with her like this. She’d nearly drowned someone for serving her runny eggs before, but she balked away from harm when Yumeko stole her confidential therapy records? Ridiculous. Kira’s father would have a field day with this information if he ever found out. There was a moment of silence between them as Kira glanced between the papers in Yumeko’s hand to Yumeko’s face. Her terribly dilated pupils, her flushed cheeks, her messy hair, her reddened lips… Kira wanted to devour her. Yumeko cried out, “I win.” Her smile was brilliant and blinding as she threw the entire pile of papers into the air. They rose into the air and fell around them like petals at a wedding, adorning them as the two women collided in a mess of teeth and tongue. This was how it always ended. Somehow, someway, they always found their way back into each other’s bed. It was honestly concerning how often they found themselves wrapped around each other, intertwining limbs and… well, f@ck@ng like rabbits. The scattered pages and Kira’s weapon laid long forgotten on the forest floor. Kira found herself pressing Yumeko up against a tree trunk, the bark digging into the woman’s back. She was yanking off her own jacket as she felt Yumeko’s nimble fingers tugging at her pants. More specifically the zipper. Yumeko always tasted so sweet. Not quite honey, but more like the sweet tartness of a berry. Kira couldn’t get enough of it. She knew that if she had the opportunity, she would kiss Yumeko until the sweetness disappeared. She was just thinking about how nice it would be to bind Yumeko’s arms behind her back when– The cold kiss of metal brushed against her wrist and Kira heard a soft click. When she pulled away gasping from Yumeko’s mouth, she found– Handcuffs. She watched in horror as Yumeko bound their right hands together at the wrist. “Yumeko…” Kira spoke, her breath ragged, “what the f@ck are you doing?” She yanked at the cuffs but they had already clicked into place. Was this the same pair of handcuffs from the house pet hunt? She kept the d@mn thing? God only knew where the key was – that’s if Yumeko even bothered to bring the key. Or ever had a key in the first place. This was exactly why Kira shouldn’t be f@ck@ng this woman– “Indulging myself. What, did you think only you get to handcuff people?” Yumeko asked, eyes sparkling with mischief. Kira grabbed Yumeko by the shirt, seething, “Does it look like we’re about to do another f@ck@ng house pet hunt?” Yumeko huffed. “You whine too much.” She barely had time to process the insult because Yumeko was pulling them back into a kiss. It was a bit awkward at first when the handcuffs tugged against their wrists, contorting their arms at odd angles. Kira stopped caring, however, when she felt Yumeko yanking her zipper open and dipping her hands into Kira’s panties. Gasping, Kira’s hand latched onto Yumeko’s forearm and she held on for dear life. “You handcuffed our hands to do this?” Kira asked, her voice laced with incredulous irritation. Yumeko peered up at her through her lashes, murmuring, “Maybe I just wanted your hand next to mine.” That… no, nope, Kira wasn’t even going to process that information. That sounded far too close to emotions. Everyone knew that Kira didn’t have emotions so why bother dwelling on the soft words spilling from Yumeko’s lips. Why should she care that Yumeko just wanted to be near her? Instead, she focused on Yumeko’s devilish smile as her icy fingers slipped between her folds. And as usual, Kira was embarrassingly wet – she wasn’t always this easy! Yumeko just… had really nice hands. She had this weird effect on Kira where Yumeko could just breathe and Kira would get wet. It was annoying, more than anything. Yumeko’s fingers work their magic between her legs and Kira realised that her own fingers were dangerously close to her cl@t courtesy of the handcuffs. Was this Yumeko’s plan all along? “Did you figure it out yet, Kira?” Yumeko teased, “Come on… you’re the smart one between us.” Kira almost didn’t want to touch her cl@t after this. The nerve of Yumeko to talk down to her… Of course, she did touch herself. How could she not? “I don’t need your f@ck@ng condescention,” Kira grumbled as she rubbed small, lazy circles. Yumeko’s mouth hovered against Kira’s as she spoke, “I mean it. You know you’re smart. How else did you get this school eating out of the palm of your hands?” Oh, she definitely did not need to hear Yumeko use that specific phrase right now. Kira began eagerly rubbing circles into her cl@t as Yumeko buried her fingers knuckle-deep inside her. F@ck, they’re were wonderfully long. The praise Yumeko always lavished on her wasn’t helping, either. Kira wondered if Yumeko treated all of her lovers like this. If she coaxed out @rg@sm after @rg@sm, cooing praises and breathy whispers in their ears too. Did she hunger for them, too, like she did for Kira? Why did she even care about this? Possessed with envy and unable to stop herself, Kira asked, “Does that boy-toy of yours know you’d rather f@ck me than him? Does he know that you sneak out at night to,  ah , see me?” Yumeko licked along the shell of Kira’s ear before nibbling on her ear lobe. Kira could hear the sharp edge to Yumeko’s voice as she spoke, saying, “Don’t talk about him right now. You’re killing the mood.” That felt like a victory to Kira. She preened at the idea that Yumeko didn’t want to think of anything or  anyone  else except her in this moment – she better not, considering she was currently f@ck@ng her fingers into Kira as they spoke. Kira continued to work in tandem with Yumeko, matching her pace with the other woman as her @rg@sm quickly approached. It was a little embarrassing how easily Yumeko could make her come. Previously, she had believed herself to be a woman of hard-won pleasure; it took a modicum of time to extract an @rg@sm from her. Yumeko clearly didn’t need any time. All she’s armed with was insatiable l@st and a dream, clearly. “I should’ve known you’d keep the handcuffs,” Kira quipped. Yumeko quirked an eyebrow at her, “I knew I’d get to use them on you one day.” A gentle, disbelieving giggle bubbled out of Kira. Her cheeks filled with blood as she smiled. “Filthy sl@t…” she murmured. The chain connecting the handcuffs were taut now, and Kira was f@ck@ng into her at a brutal pace. Her fingers were crooked just right so they’re scraping at her sweet spot, before slamming back into her once more. It was starting to get difficult to think about anything now. It didn’t help that Yumeko was whispering absolute filth into her ear. “That’s it, baby. Play with yourself, just like that. I knew you’d love this. Look how wet you are. You’re all over my hand. Can you hear how wet you are?” Kira’s eyes began to roll back as her stomach tied into knots and her c@nt gripped tighter to Yumeko’s fingers. Still, she always tried to have the last word. “Should’ve known you’d be a mouthy top,” she murmured. It was getting harder and harder to rub circles into her cl@t. F@ck, she was already so close– “You could always use my mouth for something else.” With a final groan, Kira smirked and said, “Finally, a good idea.” It didn’t take long after that. Yumeko continued to murmur sweet nothings to Kira, talking her through her @rg@sm and keeping a relentless pace. It was all too much – the dirty talk and the feeling of their hands playing with Kira was a deadly combination. When she did eventually come, it was just as divine as every other @rg@sm Yumeko had ever pulled out of her. When she did come down from her high, however, her mind was set on a singular thought: the idea of riding Yumeko’s face into the f@ck@ng sunset. Kira surged forward and used her unbound hand to pull her pants down as best she could. Yumeko yelped as she was pushed onto her back on the forest floor, clearly taken by surprise. (Judging by her giddy expression, though, it was a welcome surprise). Kira’s actions would’ve been an awkward manoeuvre but Kira was too far gone to even consider caring. She slithered up Yumeko’s sprawled out body. Just as she was considering how best to sit on Yumeko’s face, the woman below her reached up and grabbed onto Kira’s hips. It wasn’t long before Yumeko’s hungry mouth began devouring her from below. The feeling was indescribable. Yumeko didn’t give Kira a chance to worry about her weight or about crushing Yumeko – she ate her out with the same vigour and desperation she always did. The noises she made were as obscene as ever, and she gripped onto the flesh of Kira’s hips like she was afraid the woman would suddenly disappear. Fat f@ck@ng chance of that, considering the head she was getting. Kira couldn’t help the wanton groans that escaped her mouth. Grinding her hips back and forth, she held herself upright by holding Yumeko’s hands. Who holds hands while sitting on someone’s face? “шлюха… Look at you. Everybody wants a piece of you and here you are. Eating my p@ssy while laying on the cold dirt. You’re so much prettier when you use that mouth properly,” Kira rasped out. She couldn’t see Yumeko’s lips but she could tell by the way her eyes crinkled that she was smiling. The metal of their handcuffs clicked gently as Kira rocked her hips back and forth. She knew she was being greedy but… f@ck it, she had every right to. And Yumeko was clearly enjoying herself, so why couldn’t she be a little greedy? More than anything, Kira hoped that her come was dripping down Yumeko’s chin right now. “F@ck, I hate you. Why does this feel so good? You’re just perfect at everything, huh?” She dug her nails into the back of Yumeko’s hands as the anger built up again. She didn’t even know why she was angry. At Yumeko? That didn’t seem right. She couldn’t be mad at the woman who was currently eating her out like she was starving. “I better not find out that you’re using your mouth on anyone else.” Kira said as she loomed over her, “Not that idiot boy-toy, not Mary – no one. A mouth this talented is wasted on anyone else.” Jealousy. It was a wonderful motivator, now that Kira could put a name to this horrible feeling in her chest. She was jealous of every fawning idiot in Yumeko’s life. She reassured herself of a single fact: that only Kira had actually managed to capture Yumeko’s attention. This fact spurred her on and she rode Yumeko’s face with reckless abandon. She didn’t care anymore. Part of her wanted to stain Yumeko’s face forever with her own come. Let’s see Yumeko try to kiss someone else with this filthy mouth now. “Or do.” Kira said, attempting to look aloof as she shrugged, “I’ll just have to use a different house pet to get off– Ow, f@ck!” Kira’s gaze snapped down to Yumeko after she felt a sharp, stabbing pain in her thigh. She found Yumeko glaring up at her with vitriol that Kira had never seen from her before, and her inner thigh had a fresh bite mark. Surprisingly, she hadn’t broken skin. Yumeko looked absolutely feral as she glared up at kira. This b@tch… “You could try f@ck@ng someone else, Kira.” Yumeko snarled below her, “But that’s a gamble you’re guaranteed to lose.” She proceeded to eat Kira out with so much anger and hunger that Kira saw stars dancing around her eyes. The handcuffs sat cold and heavy against their wrists, the chain taut and with the whisper of promise; part challenge, part submission on both ends. Somehow, in that moment, the cuffs felt more binding and more intimate than wedding rings.
  
  

    
      
        
        
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