A Manager & His Ward's Rival

Her lips felt even softer than earlier. Warmer, too. And he could taste her now. Was finally free of blinding anger and able to appreciate flavor. She tasted sweet despite the salty tears streaming from his face onto hers.

Her kiss ceased his weeping. Her words stilled his sobs. He was unable to respond in kind, but this time he didn't slap her or push her away. No, he was thankful now.

Masato let her guide him to the bed. It was more than big enough for the two of them. He remembered Haruka's bed matches, which always ended up in sex. Was this like one of those matches?

No, it was better. He would stop short of the bed, pulling gently on Chigusa's hand. "Chigusa..." He couldn't smile yet, but he wasn't frowning, wasn't angry or sad. "Thank you."

And Masato would kiss Chigusa of his own free will, gently, innocently, kissing not Haruka but Chigusa.

Chigusa felt Masato stop crying as she kissed him, feeling better about what she was trying to do now. It seemed that Masato had finally thought things through, and was willing to accept Chigusa's comfort now. And Chigusa was going to comfort him. She was going to give him a night filled with pleasure, as thanks and as an impetus for Haruka.

They sat on the side of the bed for a moment, Chigusa wondering what Masato would do. Then he made the move, coming in to kiss her right on her sweet lips. Chigusa closed her eyes, kissing him back. She held his hand, gently guiding his hand around her slim waist, and his other hand onto her legs. Her hands then left his, her face pulling away to look at him with her beautiful bedroom eyes.

"Go on," she said, urging him on, "Go ahead. I'll be yours for the night."

Her waist and leg felt soft and warm upon his fingers. His fingertips caressed them, hesitant but curious. He found her eyes luminous, and her offer only hypnotized him more.

"Chigusa..." Masato would embrace her gently, his arms around her body, his hands upon her back. He kissed her again, chasteness slowly giving way to attraction but not lust. His hands would roam over her back, rubbing at her skin in what he hoped was a caring manner. He was a shy boy, indeed, taking his time and going for niceties instead of sensuality.

Chigusa certainly enjoyed Masato's gentle touches and caresses. She normally would moan in pleasure, but Masato was different. Unlike the lustful lovemaking that normally pervaded the AFW, Masato was far gentler and simpler, like he was truly making love. Chigusa could feel that Masato was shy, and she understood that. She had to guide him along.

"Go on Masato," she said softly, "The straps to my dress are right here." Her hands gently guided his to the knot holding the back of her dress together. Chigusa wore an elegant evening gown tonight, since she was a VIP and all. With those knots undone, her dress would be quite easily removable.

Masato wondered if Haruka ever felt like this when she... enjoyed herself with Cerbera or Wells or Luci. No, he decided, this was different. This was how he wanted to love Haruka, how he wanted her to love him back. No ridiculous over-the-top action, just a quiet night beside the fireplace.

He found himself wishing Haruka would act like Chigusa was acting. He was sure Haruka probably would do this same thing. But... but now he was starting to doubt Haruka.

His hands did as Chigusa asked him to. Fumbling with knots hidden from his sight, he wondered why girls' clothing, even the simplest ones, had to be so complicated. But he appreciated how seriously and kindly she treated his clumsiness, and Masato undid the last two almost perfectly.

Gathering his breath, he would gently draw the dress off Chigusa...

Chigusa felt Masato slip her gown off, the material slipping off her shoulders, one strap falling off and revealing one of her breasts. Chigusa blushed a little bit, seeing herself so exposed in front of a man. She let out a small gasp as Masato drew the top off, exposing her top. She swallowed a little, looking deep into Masato's eyes with her own.

"So Masato, what will you do now?" she asked softly, as she gently moved his hands onto her breasts so he could get a good feel of her ample chest.

His throat knotted up at the sight of Chigusa's breast. Her breast was bigger than Haruka's and shapely. He caught himself licking his lips out of nervousness. Was he making himself seem eager? Masato hoped not.

Still staring at those two lolling white orbs, he groaned when his hands were placed upon them, as if it were his breasts being cupped and not hers. "I..." His fingers would squeeze experimentally, gently, afraid of hurting her but wanting to please her all the same. He found her skin soft and hot and pleasant to the touch. Masato was remind of Haruka's cheek, and how he would have loved to caress her cheek. He began caressing Chigusa's breasts in the manner he imagined, caring, nervous, excited. "Your breasts are so soft and beautiful..."

Masato didn't look eager to Chigusa; rather he looked like an embarrassed virgin on his first time. She knew she had to guide him through this. Masato didn't seem to be the type to know what to do. Even though the breast massage he was giving to her felt surprisingly good, not overeager or rapey like the usual kinds she got from the AFW girls in fights and such, but rather like a lover's caresses.

"Thank you Masato..." Chigusa said, leaving him for now. Her hands meanwhile slowly reached down to Masato's pants, looking to undo his belt and zipper, to reach inside and feel his manhood.

Masato came to appreciate Chigusa's kindness even more. He expected her to be either complaining about his massage or lusting for more. Even Haruka would have probably reacted that way. Instead she actually thanked him in a sincere tone.

"It was my pleasure, Chigusa." And it really was. And doubly so when his reward was to have her gentle yet knowing fingers find his manhood. The first and only time any girl had touched him there was when Cerbera shoved Haruka's face into Masato's crotch back during their very first meeting and match. He had gone hard back then out of embarrassment. Tonight, while he remained red-faced, he was also pleased, and he let his pleasure show, let Chigusa feel his member grow firm. His hands would close a little firmer over her breasts.

Masato then surprised himself by make a joke. "You're cheating, Chigusa... I touch your breasts, but you touch my... my cock," he managed with a burning red face. "Isn't that an unfair exchange?"

Chigusa felt Masato's manhood growing hard in her hands. She looked down at it for a second, to judge its size. It certainly wasn't impressing anybody. Chigusa wasn't disappointed though, it was what she was expecting from Masato. He was a small man.

Chigusa smiled at him when he gripped her breasts a little tighter. "Ahh Masato-kun," she said, "Judging by your grip, you seem to like my breasta a lot though." She shifted her positiin just a little bit, spreading her legs a bit more so Masato could reach and fondle her crotch if he so wanted.