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Mary walked slowly along the corridor, the chain of her rank noisily ringing through the quiet hallway. In her hand was a piece of paper that had fallen from her locker this morning, telling her to go there during lunch period.
'What do these people want? I'm missing lunch for this shit,' Mary grumbles to herself, complaining though she hadn't intended to go anywhere near the cafeteria, it was full of bastards who wanted to humiliate her anyway.
Her steps slowed when the room comes into view, an abandoned club room in the isolated side of the academy. The club there had vanished after the school had a new system, although she doesn't what club it was, it still ran dread in her veins seeing the dark room.
Mary gulps loudly, before turning the knob. The door opens ever so slightly, before hands shoot out from the darkness and pull her in forcefully, the door shutting close with a loud 'bang!' The hands holding her let go at once, and they giggle as they pull away.
Mary presses her back against the door as soon as she could, heart beating faster and feeling cold sweat throughout her body. She hastily reaches for the light switch on the side of the door, and the lights flicker on.
The first thing she sees is the elegant figure standing in the middle of the room, long, black hair gleaming in the harsh lights. She's smiling softly, almost friendly, at the frozen form of Mary.
'Jyabami Yumeko,' Mary thinks, a bitter taste in her mouth, what does she want now?'
"Hey, Mary-chan!" An overly cheerful voice on her right voices, reminding Mary that it isn't only her and Yumeko in the room. Mary looks at the girl, her soft, brown curls very familiar. It's Sato Yui, a girl in their class, she sits three rows behind her. She isn't good at gambling, but thinks her good looks can win anything over. Pfft, pathetic.
Yui sneers at her with her chin up, "You thought you were all that, huh?" She laughs mockingly, an ugly smirk resting on her face. "Looked pretty funny when you lost to Yumeko-chan here."
Mary rolls her eyes, ego bruised, but doesn't say anything. She feels a pair of eyes staring at her left, and sees Takahashi Sara, another girl from the next class. From what the blonde remembers, she and Yui have been friends since they transferred. While Yui is just a pretty face, Sara is the daughter of an international millionaire, and she's an alright gambler, if you consider the fact that she buys her way into favor.
Sara is silently judging her from the side, before she puffs out a laugh, all the while looking at her with mirth, as if she gets joy from seeing her suffer. She doesn't say anything, but it makes Mary's face flush from the humiliation and her blood boiling.
Yui speaks up again, walking closer to dig a finger into her temple painfully, "Serves you right, after you put me in debt a while ago, good thing Sara has my back. Unlike you, who has no one." She says the last line in faux-pity, while Mary looks down and bites her tongue to keep her from answering.
" I'm not the one who gambles for the sake of looking pretty," She takes one deep breath, to calm herself from lashing out. Mary looks up slowly, her face blank as she looks at Yumeko, who had a dark expression before she changed it to a brighter one in a split second.
Yumeko giggles as she goes to retrieve a chair from the side and places it in the middle of the empty room. She sits down on it promptly, beckoning Mary with a finger. "Saotome-san, come here please." Yumeko says, her cold, breathy voice sending chills down Mary's spine. What could it be that makes Mary so frightened of Yumeko?
The two let her go, and Mary sees them as Yumeko's puppets to play with even in her current state. Mary takes slow, wary steps towards Yumeko, her normally confident personality washed away by the past few days of humiliation and abuse making her question her choices. Nonetheless, she steps closer until she's right in front of her.
Yumeko smiles sweetly at her, and Mary's heart beat quickens, due to fear or something else, she doesn't know. When she pats her thighs though, Mary straight up flushes, painfully aware of the two girls watching them. "Come on, now, why don't you sit?"
Mary does not budge from spot, and she finds her voice to answer, "Um, what–!" but Yumeko grabs her hand and pulls. Mary loses her balance, and falls right into her lap. To steady herself, she grabs unto the lapels of Yumeko's uniform, legs neatly swung over to the side.
Mary looks at Yumeko in bewilderment, cheeks rosy and her head spinning. Yumeko's got the same look in her eyes while gambling, dilated and crazed. She's still smiling softly at her, even when she's sat on her lap. Mary asks, "What the hell–," But she loses her voice when Yumeko's warm hands find her waist, ghosting over them before resting them there.
She cranes her head to look at the two students, who seems to be unpleasantly surprised at what had happened. The look in the transfer's eyes harden and she smiles forcefully as she speaks, "Yui-san, Sara-san, if you could please leave us two alone...?" She had asked, but it felt more like an order. The two comply quickly, nodding once at her before shutting the door behind them.
The silence stretches, and Yumeko looks back at Mary, the crazed look is back, and her voice drops an octave as she invades Mary's personal space, whispering in her ear, "Those two were so boring, weren't they?"
Maru shivers inwardly, goosebumps rising from under her blazer. She's slowly grasping her situation, which still hadn't caught up in her mind. She was about to let go of Yumeko's lapels but tightens her grip instead. Mary pulls her closer and growls in her face. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
Yumeko blinks at her, an unreadable look on her face. Mary continues, eyes blazing with anger, "Did you beat me so I could be humiliated, or degraded?" She scoffs, sliding off of her lap, "Not that it matters much, right? I mean you probably beat me just for the hell of it--,"
Suddenly, there is strong, sharp pain on her thigh. Mary yelps, sitting upright in Yumeko's lap. The black-haired girl rubs a comforting hand on the red skin that would surely bruise. She smiles and blushes, giddy at the idea that Mary would walk around with a mark she gave her.
Yumeko turns to Mary, who's still shellshocked from the pain inflicted, she leans closer to her lips, ghosting over it. "Saotome-san... You'll let me kiss you, right?" She breathily says, before smashing her lips against the blonde's.
Mary freezes for a second but pushes her away by her shoulders, but Yumeko doesn't budge. A hand holds her waist, while her other hand had snaked it's way to the back of her neck, keeping her still.
Mary can't breathe, Yumeko doesn't give her a chance to. She's slowly losing strength, the hands gripping her lapels sliding away.
But she also loses herself to the soft skin of Yumeko's lips, her rhythm, and the sweet taste of strawberry that has Mary chasing for more.
It's almost natural how Mary loops her arms around Yumeko's neck, kissing back weakly at first. But soon Yumeko had started to give space to breathe, all the while biting down on her bottom lip and dragging it.
They kiss fervently for a while. Wet, sloppy noises filling the silent room. It surprises Mary at how good Yumeko is at kissing, and how she had so easily surrendered to the seductive part of her lips and inviting tongue.
Yumeko is the one who pulls away, pupils dilating at the way Mary looks: kiss-swollen lips parted, cheeks flushed and eyes dark. To be frank: she looks thoroughly debauched.
Yumeko lets a smirk grace her lips, reveling in the way Mary shivers as she whispers in her ear, the transfer says in a low voice, "Saotome-san, don't forget who put you there. Don't forget whose debt you have to pay."
Yumeko leans away, but close enough so that their faces are inches apart. She cups a hand on Mary's rosy cheeks, caressing it almost lovingly, "Until then, don't forget that you are mine."
She steals on last kiss and gently stands, pulling Mary with her. Yumeko walks to the door, leaving Mary standing in the middle of the room. Before she leaves, she gives the smaller one last once over, eyes lingering on a certain handprint on her thigh. She smiles to herself, satisfied at the mark, before closing the door behind her with a soft click.
Mary stands there for a few more moments, utterly confused yet turned-on. She snaps her eyes to the door and back to the red mark on her thigh, thinking:
'Shit, what the fuck just happened?'