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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Yandere_Simulator_(Video_Game)
  Relationship:
      Budo_Masuto/_Ayano_Aishi, Budo_Masuto_X_Ayano_Aishi, Budo_Masuta_X
      Yandere-Chan, Budo_Masuta/_Yandere-Chan
  Character:
      Ayano_Aishi, Budo_Masuto, Yandere-chan, Senpai_-_Character, Info-chan
  Additional Tags:
      Budding_Love, Yandere, Underage_Masturbation, Awkward_Sexual_Situations,
      Sexual_Experimentation, Domination, Blackmail, One-Sided_Relationship,
      One-Sided_Attraction, Senpai_Notice_Me, Senpai, horny_teenage_boy
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-04-18 Updated: 2017-02-11 Chapters: 4/? Words: 5865
****** Headfirst Slide Into A Yandere. Otherwise Known As A Bad Bet. ******
by Gberryb
Summary
     Does your husband know the way that the sunshine gleams from your
     wedding band?
     Does he know the way I worship our love?
     I don't just want to be a footnote in someone else's happiness.
     Ayano...I want to be your Senpai...
Notes
     Welp, I've seen there isn't enough Budo X Ayano shipping fanfiction
     so I decided to become trash. Let's hope this lives up to the
     standard of a decent fanfiction. I plan to add lots and lots of sin
     into this story, but everyone know Yandere Simulator is filled with
     that so...yeah. Stay tuned.
     Also, the title is a reference to "Headfirst Slide Into Cooperstown
     On A Bad Bet" by Fall Out Boy. I just thought I'd just Yandere-fy it.
***** The First Time She Came Through *****
I pulled the worn tunic of my sparring outfit over my head. The thin fabric
brushed up against my bare chest and I sighed. It was a welcome feeling. One I
was used to, of course.
"Yo Budo. You done in there?" Sho called from outside. His voice was a little
muffled from the canvas fabric of the tent.
"Yeah."
I pushed aside the door flap while tying my black belt at the same time.
Standing before me was an impatient brunette boy wearing a white headband. He
rolled his eyes and pushed past me. Despite being younger he was blatantly
strong.
I brushed off my uniform and stepped out onto the rubber matted floor. I wasn't
sure how many times I had done that but every time felt more satisfying than
the last. Quietly, I walked over to an unoccupied corner of the room and began
to stretch.
My arms were first, my legs second, and I was about to work on my shoulders.
However a familiar girl walked through the door with a smile on her lips. She
glanced around before her brown eyes met mine.
"Budo-Sensei!" Mina grinned. Her thick side bangs swished softly before
clinging to her cheeks. "I want you to meet this girl. She's looking to join
the Martial Arts club. I know her from my class."
A newly dressed Sho strutted out of the changing stall with an attitude. It was
obvious he wasn't impressed with this new information. He shook his head at
Mina with a look of disgust.
"Psh. Tell her to get lost." He scoffed. "The club's crowded. We don't need
anymore noobs ruining our dojo atmosphere."
"Hey," I scolded. "Relax. The more members the better."
Sho grunted a curse word under his breath. "Fine. Bring her in. I'm gonna be
the one to test her strength though."
Mina smiled and disappeared out the door.
"Go easy on her Kuni-chan." I teased. Sho's complexion turned a few shades
redder. "She's not going to know anything about hand to hand combat. She won't
join if you treat her like a sparring dummy."
"Of course, Budo-Sensei..."
"Hey!" Mina whistled. Everyone's head turned to her and the new arrival. "This
is Ayano-chan. She told me she wants to join the club. Say hello."
Most of the people in the club rushed over to them with murmurs of glee. Sho,
however, stayed behind while muttering a few profanities under his breath.
Since the introduction had been so quick I didn't get a good look at the
newbie's face.
"Yan-chan." Little Shima flushed from the circle of attendees. "Your hair is so
pretty."
"You'll fit right in, Yan-chan." Little Juku agreed as well.
It took a second to push through the crowd but soon I was face to face with
Ayano. She was a mousy little thing with dark colored hair and eyes. If I
hadn't known any better I would've figured she was a member of the Occult club.
Nevertheless, as leader, I needed to invite her in.
"Interested in joining the club?" I asked.
"Yes..." She mumbled.
"All we ask is that you show up at least once a week! Can you do that?"
"Yes..." She mumbled again.
"Fantastic! You are now an official member of the Martial Arts Club! I'm
looking forward to teaching you everything I know!"
"Out of the way! Move it! I said move it!" Sho growled. He walked straight up
to Yan-chan and put a finger in her face. "I challenge you to a sparring
match."
"Sho, that's enough!" I snapped, pushing the boy away. "She hasn't had any
training. What's wrong with you?"
I whirled around to meet the mousy girl again. She was staring at me with an
unwavering gaze. Something about the way she was looking at me made my back
tingle. I tried to shake it off.
"S-sorry about that! It's nice to meet you." I smiled. I reached out for a
handshake and received one. Her hands were really soft. "My name's Budo Masuta.
Are you ready to start training?"
"Yes...Budo-Sensei." She mubled once more. I sheepishly grinned at her monotone
response.
"Excellent! Let's begin!"
A few minutes later everyone was in position for the club activity. Yan-chan
was wearing a spare sparring outfit a size or two too big for her. It slumped
against her frame, and off of her shoulder.
I'd have to talk to her about that after class.
"Defeat is a state of mind. No one is ever defeated until defeat has been
accepted as a reality." I shouted for everyone to hear. I was amazed at the
roaring reply of my classmates.
All except Ayano.
Her eyes were blank, except for seemingly two emotions behind them. Something
was wrong...I could tell.
I motioned to Sho who was practicing alongside Mina. He raised a brow in
confusion but lowered it once I explained what I was going to do.
"Instruct the class today please. I'm gonna have a lesson with Yan-Chan." I
muttered. "I wanna test her skills before you try to challenge her again."
"Whatever you say, Budo." He scoffed before taking up my position. "Have fun."
It didn't take long for me to pull Ayano to the side. In only a few minutes of
training she'd picked up on a lot.
"Are you alright?" I asked quietly so no one else would hear. "You're acting
kind of strange."
"I'm fine..." She mumbled. I watched as she jabbed almost exactly like I taught
her.
"Uhhhh....okay." I whispered softly. "Mind if we talk to Koha-Sensei about
ordering a new uniform for you? That one's a little too big."
"Sure..." She mumbled again.
I stepped back once more and continued to watch her jabs and kicks. It only
took one class and she was already honing her skills. Damn. If she kept it up
like this she'd be better than me.
I shook my head.
As cute as Yan-chan was, I wouldn't let her take my place.
* * * *
Eventually the club activity ended and everyone either went home or hung out by
the lockers to wait for their friends from other clubs. Ayano and I quickly
went to Koha-Sensei's room and filled out a uniform request sheet. She'd get a
new one in three to four days.
"You did well today," I complimented. "I can't wait to see you again. In the
club room, I mean!"
"Thanks..."
"Ayano?" I questioned. "I'm being serious. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine..."
I blocked Yan-chan's path and peered into her eyes. Again they were blank and
emotionless. My heart started to pound for some unknown reason. She looked away
from me and tried walking off. I grabbed her by the arm to keep her from
leaving.
I placed my lips right next to her ear and whispered softly. "If anyone or
anything is bothering you, let me know. I've got your back Ayano."
"I'm fine Budo..." She muttered back. Her voice was warm but hollow.
"Goodbye..."
I watched helplessly as she walked past the lockers and out of the school
gates.
Sho was leaning up against the doorway when I saw him.
"Looks like you've got the hots for the newbie." He smirked. "No wonder you
wanted alone time with her."
"Shut up!" I scoffed, slapping him hard against the back of his head. "I just
needed to talk to her for a minute about something serious."
"About what? The fact she's got a nice ass?" He smirked. This time I pushed him
hard enough that he fell on the concrete. "Hey! She is pretty cute. Cut me some
slack."
"She is pretty cute..." I murmured in silent agreement.
Sho stopped in front of me, a mischievous look on his face. "I've got a bet for
you Budo-Sensei. That is...if you're up for it."
"Up for it?" I growled. "I'm up for any challenge you can think of!"
"I thought so." Sho snickered. "If you can get in the newbie's pants before the
second semester is over, I'll cut my hair into whatever style you see fit. If
you can't then you step down as leader of the Martial Arts club and I take your
place. How does that sound?"
Those were extremely harsh odds.
Getting into Ayano-chan's panties was bound to be extremely
difficult...especially with her emotionless nature. However, did I really want
all the guys gossiping over the fact I couldn't take a simple dare?
"I'll do it." I sighed. "I'll woo her by the end of the second semester."
We shook hands.
***** My Peroxide Princess Shines Like Shark Teeth *****
Chapter Notes
     *Singing* Nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy! Nobody wants
     to hear you sing about tragedy!
     So therefore I shan't. I hope this chapter gets a good chunk of
     reviews. The cliff hanger was a bitch to write tho...
     Again, I referenced "Headfirst Slide Into Cooperstown On A Bad Bet"
     by Fall Out Boy for this title.
I winced at the sound of my older brother and some girl smashing their bodies
against his bedroom wall. Her pleasured cries and the rhythmic squeaks of his
bed led me to believe they were having sex. Anyone with half a brain would know
my assumption was correct.
"Gross."
Heat creeped up through my shoulder blades and into my face. Embarrassment
wasn't the only word to describe the feelings running through my head.
Mom and Dad were probably still at work...thank God.
 I hurriedly, yet quietly, ran upstairs and into my bedroom. I locked the door
but the sound of my brother's fun time was still ringing in my ears. There had
to be a way to block out the lewd commotion.
My fingertips pried open my bedside drawer and snatched out my trusty Ipod. I
shoved the earbuds into my ears and turned on a random album. After a second of
adjusting the music volume, I was able to block out every unwanted background
noise.
"That's better..." I sighed. "Time to get out of these dirty clothes..."
To avoid ripping my earbuds out of my ears, I carefully pulled off my shirt and
then my pants. Taking even more care, I put on a pair of jeans and a raglan
tee. "Much better..."
Finally, I was able to relax and plopped down on my bed. The ceiling fan's
blades chopped languidly at the air above me. Now I had another problem.
I was bored.
It was about seven-thirty and I had absolutely nothing to do. Club activities
ended around six, I usually hung out with Sho (and sometimes Mina) until seven,
the walk to my house was twenty minutes long. I was a tad late but it couldn't
have prevented me from the inevitable.
My brother was constantly bringing home whatever whore he could find from off
the streets; under my parents' noses of course. It was always disgusting to
open the door, only to find clothing or...bodily fluids...on the most random of
places. Just thinking about it made my entire body flush.
I needed a distraction.
Sitting up in bed, I surveyed the room laid out before me. Nothing too fancy;
just a desk, a wardrobe, and closet, and some inspirational posters of Bruce
Lee. A black laptop plugged into its charger caught my attention.
Maybe I could find a dumb video or chat with Sho. That was a certainly welcome
distraction.
I logged onto my favorite social media account and began browsing through the
pages of my followers. I didn't have many but eventually I was routed to the
Akademi High School Page. A few people I knew had already posted a couple
comments.
Mirdori Gurin: What does the school logo symbolize? Yes, I checked the FAQ this
time.
Taro Yamada: Does anyone know how old the school's sakura tree's are?
I smiled at the simple questions. I was about to advertise for the Martial Arts
club but was stopped by an error code. I refreshed the page to see a stand
alone comment by the last person I expected to see.
Ayano Aishi: Today, I saw Kokona Haruka in Shisuta Town. She was engaging in
compensated dating.
No. Fucking. Way.
Almost instantaneously, people began to respond to her comment. Some backed up
her claim while others seemed absolutely disgusted by it. I wanted to say
something but could only sit there in utter shock.
Judging by the response, Ayano wasn't lying, but I still couldn't believe what
she'd said. Kokana was a sweet girl (albeit a little clumsy), but the facts
were undeniable.
Why would Ayano say something like that? How did she even get that information?
Now that I knew all this was I still going to go through with my bet?
Those questions and more made my head spin. I needed answers...
Real ones.
I clicked on Ayano's profile picture and drafted up a direct message. It took a
second for me to word it appropriately but I finalized it. A tense moment later
one ellipses flashed next to her name. She was typing.
Budo Masuta: Is it true Ayano? Is Kokona really engaged in compensated dating?
Ayano Aishi: Yes. I saw it with my own eyes.
I could almost hear her monotone voice reading the line over in my head. It
sounded cold and emotionless like she was at school.
Budo Masuta: What do you have to gain by talking trash about other people? How
did you even see all this?
Ayano Aishi: I'm stating facts, Budo. I saw it with my own eyes. The rumor was
bound to come out as true...eventually.
I grit my teeth. How could she say that so indifferently?! How could she talk
shit about Kokona and not even care?!
Budo Masuta: Ayano, you're acting very strange.
Ayano Aishi: I'm fine. You're welcome to stop by my house to see that I'm fine.
All my anger was instantly diffused into confusion. What? Was she actually
inviting me over? She continued to type before an address popped up in our
chat.
Budo Masuta: Are you being serious?
Ayano Aishi: I am.
Holy shit! If I played all my cards right then maybe I could win the bet. On
the first day too! Images of Sho with a reverse-mohawk  made me laugh.
Just to be safe, I checked the distance from my house to hers. It was twenty
minutes away by walking. I wasn't going to walk though.
Budo Masuta: I'll be over in 5.
I winced as I took out my earbuds but the house was quiet. A relieved sigh left
my throat as I yanked an old hoodie over my head. The tile felt cool against my
feet as I dashed through the front room.
Where were the car keys?
I glanced around before a shiny cluster of metal caught my eye. They were
sitting on the kitchen counter. Bingo. I hurriedly shoved them in my pockets
before-
"Budo?!" Isuka growled. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Without looking behind me, I sprinted out the front door and driveway. My older
brother Isuka was screaming bloody murder but I didn't give two fucks. Mom and
Dad would gonna tear him a new one once they got home.
I was tired of dealing with his bullshit.
* * * *
Ayano's house was a lot plainer than I thought it would be. Then again, I
shouldn't have been expecting much to begin with. If her personality reflected
her family life then the stale atmosphere was fitting.
My knuckles rapped softly on the door for the first time. Part of me was
wondering if this was some sort of prank concocted by Sho. Another part of me
wondered if maybe Ayano wasn't home. A tremor of uneasiness passed over me.
Something didn't feel particularly right.
Just to be sure everything was alright, I knocked once more. This time it
eerily creaked open and I was left with a decision. 
Go in? Or stay out?
Just as I was going to chicken out a soft giggle echoed from within the home. I
could hear it in stunning clarity despite not being close to its source. I was
completely mesmerized for some unknown reason.
There it was again. Cute and girly. Another giggle.
Nudging the door open with my foot, I dared to peek inside. Much to my horror
the entire place seemed vacant. There were no shoes near the door, paintings on
the wall, or any furniture to speak of. The smell of wet plaster made me
wrinkle my nose.
This was an empty house.
"Ayano-chan?" I called out from the entrance. "Are you here?"
Instead of a giggle I got a bitter laugh this time. I was starting to get
really freaked out.
"Ayano?!" I called out urgently. The once open door slammed behind me. I jumped
and spun around to see Yan-chan standing in front of me. 
She was dressed out of her regular school uniform but still had on her
signature black leggings. Instead of a skirt she wore ripped up jean shorts
with matching white long-sleeve sweater. It didn't take me long to realize
something was seriously wrong.
She was hiding something in her sleeve.
"What's that?" I gulped, motioning to the small bump sticking out of her shirt.
Ayano put a finger to her lips and giggled softly. I watched as strands of
thick black hair hung loose around her face like a disheveled halo.
"Relax Budo." She smiled, letting the object finally slip into her hand. The
metal molded into a sharp point was something I instantly recognized. "It's
just a knife..."
***** She's A Tempest In A Teacup. I'd Better Get Unique... *****
Chapter Notes
     Welp. I hope this ends well. Looks like Budo's gonna have the time of
     his life...or face the end of all things. Haha, two song references
     in one sentence. I win.
     Anywho, sorry you haven't seen much sin yet. There will be some...I
     promise. I will single-handedly sail this ship even if it kills me.
     It just might.
From the second Budo walked through the door Ayano realized she'd made a
serious miscalculation.
He was taller, stronger, and extremely uneasy about his surroundings. Unlike
the rest of her victims, Budo was trained in self-defense. It would be
significantly harder to attack him and win.
"Put it down, Ayano..." He gulped. A shadow of seriousness passed over face.
There was a glint of determination in his eyes. "I don't want anyone getting
hurt. Especially you."
"I found it in the kitchen." She spoke solemly. "I thought you'd want to see
it."
"No thanks. Just put it down and we won't have any problems."
Ayano did just that and let the blade clatter to the floor. She knew fighting
him wasn't a very smart idea. Budo rushed at the weapon and tossed it into the
other room.
There was a metal clank and then silence.
Budo's heart rate and breathing had grown quicker from the adrenaline. Yan-chan
knew he was spooked thanks to her un-normal behavior. It was time for her to
initiate some sort of damage control no matter how extreme the sacrifice.
Budo and Senpai were friends. If he told Senpai about her...
No. She'd do anything to prevent that.
"This isn't your house, is it?" Budo breathed. He was standing only a few
inches away. "Why would you tell me to meet you here?"
He was changing the subject.
"It's not safe to give you my address." She muttered. "This was better."
Budo grabbed Ayano's sleeve and forced her to look up. Her dark colored eyes
pierced straight through his thoughts like the knife she'd previously wielded.
He found himself reeling.
"Th-there is something seriously wrong with you...Ayano."
A soft smirk slowly enveloped her lips. Even though she couldn't feel emotions,
she was intrigued by his hypocritical comment.
"You're one to talk."
The sound of an impact echoed through the empty home. It took Ayano a brief
moment to realize Budo had her pinned up against the front door. His eyes were
full of fire.
"You don't know anything about me, you psycho!" He roared. "You don't know what
I stand for, or who I am! Don't act like you know, because you don't!"
"Why did you come here then?" Ayano whispered. "You obviously want something
from me."
The older boy grew from miffed to livid in less than a second. It took every
ounce of willpower he had not to deck Ayano across her pretty little face. She
had no right to question him.
"Why did you come?" The girl whispered a little more insistently. This time she
grabbed his jacket sleeve tightly in her spindly fingers. "What do you want?"
A soft chuckle that sounded reminiscent of a growl bellowed from within Budo's
throat. Ayano had just tried to stab him and was now interrogating him. He
wasn't about to let her do that.
"It's true. I want something from you." Budo admitted. "But I'm not gonna say
it, because you don't need to know."
Ayano raised an eyebrow in utter confusion. Despite her emotionless nature, her
mind was cluttered with ideas of what he could demand. None of them were very
appealing.
"Consider yourself lucky, Ayano. I'm not gonna tell anyone you tried to cut
me," Budo laughed quietly. "But you're gonna have to deal with me from now on.
Got it?"
The young woman hissed at her blackmailer. She contemplated snapping at one of
his sensitive digits but stopped herself short. He'd tell Senpai about her true
nature. God knew she couldn't have that happening.
"Just tell me what you want..." She whispered, letting her bangs cast shadows
over her eyes.
Budo snickered and pulled away from a flustered Ayano. He shoved his hands into
his hoodie pocket before beginning. "That's for me to know, and you to find
out."
Ayano gnashed her teeth as he pushed her aside and left through the front door.
She let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding in. She realized how
bad she fucked up.
"I'm stupid..." Ayano gulped. "I let him get the better of me."
The young woman slumped down to knees feeling defeated. What did Budo want?
What was he going to blackmail her to do? Was it something that could ruin her
reputation with Senpai?
Ayano slipped her hand into her bra and pulled out a slim phone. After tapping
a button and swiping through her contacts she settled on one in particular.
This "someone special" had to know what he wanted. She wasn't going to be very
happy that Ayano was distracting her.
Me: I met with Budo.
Info-chan: How did it go? Did you crush the life out of his eyes like I asked
you to do?
Me: No. He's smarter than I thought. He didn't walk under the chandelier even
though I baited him well.
Info-chan: Pitiful. I thought you were better than that. What happened? If he's
as smart as you make him out to be then he must've realized you were
brandishing a knife.
Ayano bristled at Info-chan's poison-laced comment. It's not like she didn't
deserve a scolding. She'd fucked up big time.
Me: He noticed. He unarmed me and then blackmailed me. He said he'd tell
everyone about my psychotic behavior...including Senpai. He said he wants
something from me. Do you know what that is?
Info-chan: Hmmm, he is a clever boy. I'll tell you what I know, but in exchange
I'd like a hefty favor.
Yandere-chan gulped and pulled her legs up to her chest. Something told her she
wasn't going to enjoy Info's response.
Me: What do you want?
Info-chan: I want a panty shot of you. Many of my higher-paying clients have
been requesting one for awhile. Knowing what I know, Budo will be happy to take
it for you.
Ayano cringed inwardly. What creepy pervert wanted a memento of her panties?
And there was no way in hell she'd have Budo lifting up her skirt!
Me: What are you talking about?!
Info-chan: After school today, I overheard him making a bet. Sho said he'd cut
his hair if Budo slept with you. The stakes are pretty high for him and it
seems he has a crush on you. I think this "blackmailing" could actually be
beneficial. I'd manipulate him if I were you.
The young woman covered her face at this new revelation. She didn't care if she
could control Budo's horny, teenage, mind. She could only think about
Senpai...and how she was going to disgrace herself all in the name of his love.
Ayano's phone gave a small buzz. New message.
Info-chan: I want your panty shot by Friday. Get it done.
In the quietness of the vacant house, there was a small crash. Across from
Ayano, against the creamy white wall, sat a smashed Saiko phone. There was a
dent near the baseboard from the impact.
The girl inside was missing.
She was already out of the house, in the alley between backyards. Her knife had
been returned to her hands. Even in the darkness she could sense the blade's
cool presence.
Just like Ayano...it thirsted for blood.
The young woman popped the very tip into her mouth. The sharp edge brushed up
against her lips and tongue. It threatened to wound her sensitive chasm before
she slipped it past her teeth.
Budo's blood would coat her hands, fingers, and body sometime in the near
future.
Ayano promised her blade she'd rend his flesh.
He wasn't going to get away.
 
***** She Hurts My Head Like A Steel Trap *****
Chapter Summary
     Budo's pinches of dirt start forming into shovels of gravel. He wants
     to bury her now.
Chapter Notes
     Welp. Dumb author is dumb author. Forgot to post this thing so it's
     been sitting here for months. Enjoy XD
After our little "altercation" Ayano didn't show up for practice. I wasn't
surprised, but part of me wanted to see her again. If anything it was just to
make sure she didn't pull a knife on anyone else.
Sho continued to tease me about how she wasn't into me and that I wasn't going
to win the bet. He said he saw Ayano stalking Taro Yamada. 
I didn't believe him.
I knew she was in class all day because I had Mina do some slight
investigating.
"Why don't you keep an eye on the newbie? She seems to be a loner, but I want
you to show her how friendly the Martial Arts club is!" I smiled.
Mina's eyes widened and she gasped with excitement. "You're right Budo-Sensei!
I'll make sure she feels welcome. After all, we're just a big family."
I found myself laughing my ass off when no one was paying attention. My
classmates were extremely gullible people. No wonder Ayano could do crazy
things without anyone noticing. I didn't have to worry about her causing any
trouble with Mina following her around...at least for awhile.
I planned to walk her home after school. I had a few things I wanted to
discuss.
"Really Bro?" Sho grumbled. "You look okay to me. There's no way you're sick!"
"Fine." I snorted in reply. " I'm not sick, but my Mom said I need to go home
'cause my brother will tear up the car again."
Sho crossed his arms in a sarcastic fashion. As soon as he looked me in the eye
he knew what was actually going on. "You're a terrible liar." He snickered.
"You're gonna go try to 'woo' Ayano, aren't you?"
"Yeah, I am. I know you can handle the club by yourself. You do it all the
time."
He laughed heartily. "You bet your ass I can! I plan to do it when you lose the
bet!"
"Whatever." I sneered. "I'll see you tommorow."
Without another moment to spare I dashed to the front gates and struck up a
conversation with Kyoshi-Sensei. She didn't have much to say, but I was using
her as a time-waster until Ayano walked past. No one would be suspicious of me
talking to our gym teacher when I was president of the Martial Arts club.
Just as I thought, Ayano was one of the first people in line to leave. She was
skipping club activities and walking at a faster pace. Good thing I wasn't
going to let her get away so easily!
"Thanks for the tips Sensei!" I smiled, waving to her. "See you tommorow!"
She shifted her weight and gave me a happy wave back. I quickly walked away and
ducked into a nearby alley. I saw Taro Yamada, his little sister, and Osana
Najimi pass by rather quickly. I continued waiting for a few seconds, hoping
Ayano would walk in front of me, but I was interrupted.
A girl with dark hair and dark eyes smashed headfirst into me. She didn't say
anything but I could see the impact registering on her face. She seemed very
familiar.
Neither one of us said a word when we finally realized who each other was. As
usual, Ayano didn't show any emotion and put a small amount of distance between
us. I swallowed and placed my hands behind my back.
"What are you doing here?" I hummed. "Thiscan'tbe your route home."
She gave me a dirty glare and attempted to leave. However, I wasn't having any
of that. I blocked her path and intimidated her with my size. She backed away
slightly but continued to stand her ground.
"Where do you think you're going, Yannie?"
"Yannie?" She muttered in annoyance.
"I don't know. I like it." I snickered in reply. "I'm calling you that now. Get
used to it."
"Fuck you." Ayano spat. She tried ducking past me but I grabbed her arm and
forced her against the nearest wall. She hissed in pain from the impact but
kept her straight face. I could tell she was pissed off by her angry eyes. "Let
go of me."
"Not until you tell me why you're here..." I growled in return. I made sure to
keep my voice at a steady tone. I didn't want her to get scared (if she was
even capable of that). That wasn't what I was trying to accomplish.
"None of your business." She snapped. I watched as she picked up her leg and
aimed it at my crotch. I dodged her blow and forced my knee in between her
legs. She gasped slightly and continued to fight but we both knew I had
effectively pinned her down.
She eventually stopped struggling and stood calmly against the alley wall. Her
breathing was ragged from the exertion. She seemed beaten.
"What are you doing back here? Huh?" I asked harder. This time I kneed her in
the tailbone so she'd understand I wasn't playing around. She yelped and
squirmed against my leg.
"I was...I was waiting for someone." She muttered. "They'll be here any
minute."
"Bullshit!" I laughed. "You know damn well no one's coming here! Unless..."
I had enough sense to see through her bold-faced lie. However, part of me was
still worried someone was going to show up and ruin everything.
"Are you going to meet that girl who sells panty shots back here?" I smiled
while putting a little extra pressure between her thighs. "I didn't know you
were into that kinda stuff."
Ayano hissed. "Stop!"
"I'm not until you tell me why you're back here!" I snickered. She gave a hiss
of pain/discomfort and finally cracked. I gave myself an internal round of
applause for breaking the seemingly unbreakable.
"Fine." She grumbled. "I was...I was looking for..."
"I'm all ears."
"The girl who sells panty shots?" She mentioned. I replied with a simple nod.
"I asked her for a favor...and now I owe her something."
I guffawed at her words. There was no way she could be serious! Making a deal
with that girl was like dealing with Satan himself. Even I was intimidated by
her and her ways of getting things done.
"What do you owe her? A kidney? Your soul?" I snickered. "It's obviously
something valuable."
"I owe her a panty shot. My own panty shot."
I felt myself go pale. All the blood in my head seemed to rush to my ankles.
Then, a sudden realization hit me. Before I could think clearly, all the blood
rushed to my face and...in between my thighs.
Nope. Nope. Fucking Nope.
"Ayano. You're kidding me right?!"
I watched as the dark-haired girl shook her head and sighed.
"Let me guess." I flushed. "You want me to take it for you?"
Silence...an impact...and then stinging pain.
I hissed through my teeth at the sudden realization I'd made a serious mistake.
Maybe I shouldn't have been so thorough with training her. After all that
practicing she knew how to throw a nasty punch.
"As if I would ever let you near me, Budo!" She spat. "You're nothing more than
a disgusting, blackmailing pig! You're just lucky I can't gut you like one!"
I tasted a metallic, iron-y liquid I knew too well. 
The little cunt busted my lip! It wasn't deep or painful but the sudden prick
made my nerves jolt. 
"Oh...now you get bold..." I snorted, assessing the damage of her blow. It was
still bleeding quite profusely. "Well it's time I teach you a lesson..."
Again, I wasn't going to physically harm her. I was just more interested in
asserting dominance over an already dominant young woman. She wanted to handle
problems with violence...however...that's not the only way to do it.
I was going to teach her that first hand.
Ayano was already in mid-run before I snatched her from behind. My fingernails
dug deep into her shirt to keep her restrained. She fought quite hard for such
a little girl but it didn't matter. From the moment she tried to trick me it
had been clear who was in charge.
"I'll scream." She whispered. "I'll scream if you touch me."
"I could do something like that," I frowned. "But why should I?"
Her desperation was growing and every breath in her lungs was heavy. She tried
to pry away my hands but I dug them in deeper. I could almost feel warm heat
radiating off her skin. Not to mention she smelled like a woody ginger but...it
was probably just her shampoo.
"What do you want?" She whispered again. "I'll give it to you if you promise
not to bother me."
"I want a lot of things, Ayano. And it's not something you can just give me."
"It's something I want to break inside of you." I internally answered.
But first....
I pulled an arm up from her stomach and grasped her chin roughly. I forced her
to look at me over her shoulder and did something I was nervous to do.
I, Budo Masuta, kissed Ayano Aishi on the lips.
It wasn't particularly deep or full of passion but it certainly was nice. Her
lips were soft, plump, and utterly delicious. I felt heat pool into my chest
and belly.
Ayano ended up pulling away, her dark eyes were almost frightening. Most of the
time they reminded me of mirrors; reflecting back my own emotions. This time
was different in that I could see something else.
Something almost...lustful.
Ayano quivered into my hold, startling me. I let her go only for her to
collapse to her knees. She gasped and held her mouth like I hit her.
"Ayano? Are you-"
She looked at me with big, wide eyes. A savage blush conquered her cheeks,
nose, ears, and fingers. She was drooling, a small smudge of my blood against
her chin.
I almost didn't recognize her because of her crazed demeanor. It was
uncharacteristic of her to be so...dirty. If I didn't know better I would've
said she enjoyed the taste of my blood.
"You're sick." I smirked. "Meet me Thursday, back at the abandoned house."
I strolled past her and she looked up at me. I felt bad about blackmailing her
pretty ass but we needed to have a real sit-down.
All the pinches of dirt I had on her kept adding up. I hoped I could bury her
eventually.
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