Between Two Roses - Chapter XII

“Thanks for the hard work.”

Jurina took her bag from the locker and slammed its door shut. She was in a good humor today as Mariko had praised her for making the customers feeling loved coming to her club tonight. Glad with the progress her apprentice was showing, the woman who had her face twice appeared in the newspaper because of scandal with some politicians, even offered Jurina to become a fulltime hostess with a promising wages as the return. However, not so sure if she wanted to, Jurina softly refused stating that she needed time to reconsider things out before deciding to be any.

She was relieved the self-training she did everyday had at last come in handy. Bit by bit, Jurina had finally mastered the art of deceiving. No matter what kind of mood she was engulfed with, the charming smile was to never left her face. And her ears were trained to listen to client’s stories rated from sober till intoxicated. More than that, Jurina had restrained herself from being overselective when it comes to clients. Though, young and pretty girls were still at the top of her list.

Cold air hit Jurina’s face as she stepped out the building. She had to be grateful her fur jacket was protective enough from the devil of winter lurking outside, as her body never been friendly with coldness, getting sick because of it was something Jurina mostly avoided in the first place.

The area still at its best though it’s nearing 1 AM. In fact, it got wilder as the night gets. Gaijin were crowding the street, drowning all the Japanese, much a usual sight of everyday Roppongi as many foreign embassies are located here. Although she could only speak very basic English, Jurina found no difficulties when she got some foreigners at her table at some nights though it’s the least of her favorites.        

Jurina picked up her ringing phone as she started walking down the street. It was the arrogant girl again.

“Mayu-chan?”

She stopped walking to familiarize herself with the ambience as the street was still busy with people seeking pleasures at Tokyo’s nightlife everywhere. In that second, her eyes were looking straight into a certain S&M bar’s entrance. What made her paused the conversation was a figure who was standing calmly in front of it.

Didn’t know whether it was only her delusion or not, the man who had blown his undying devotion for Jurina countless times was there, leaning on a street lamp, smiling at her. It was certainly different than his usual expression and menacing smirk that irritated Jurina in a way she couldn’t explain; this was more serene, more tranquil. It was a genuine smile.

A group of tall foreigners passed, laughing and talking in a language that didn’t sound like English in Jurina’s ears. They suddenly just blocked all the view; the bar instantly disappeared from her sight. As they walked away, like a marching band in parade, Jurina gasped as she found out there was nobody there. The man had disappeared.

“Y-yes, I’m here. Sorry I just ran into a friend.” She finally answered after such a moment as the other side of the phone was complaining mad.

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The room was in chaos.

Oil tins were scattered on the floor, some of them was still okay as they hadn’t been opened yet, but the rest looked like they had been violently thrown to a solid material until dented and their insides were splattering around, staining the floor. Along with the catastrophe, the paint tubes seemed had been stomped on; their condition wasn’t so far from the tins, together coloring the carpet in a disarray manner. The dispersed brushes and palettes only added extra mess to the pandemonium, which looked like there was a war happened in the room. But it was nothing compared with the fallen canvas on the corner of the room. Someone had clearly thrown a can of black ink students usually use in shodo class to the unfinished painting of a beautiful white winged horse, now badly doomed.            

“Not again…”

A hopeless sigh escaped from the boy’s lips, followed with a desperate stare as his work, for the fourth time, was treated like filth, out casted and unwanted, as the other paintings which were his classmates’ still stood perfectly on their stand.

So, in the end I don’t deserve place where I can be myself? He thought. Being not good at anything but art made him always busy locking himself in the art room, though school was over, as he didn’t want anyone to disturb when he was doing the only thing that made him feeling alive, as his family against everything he did  and demanded to be like person they wanted to be. Screw college and entrance exam, he often skipped cram school only to run to the only thing he loved and mastered above all, painting.

“What in the world…”

He turned to the source of the voice which was appeared to be a girl with shoulder-length hair, her lips slightly parting as she observed the room in horror.

“Is…is that yours?” the girl referred to the Pegasus painting. He nodded.

“Who did this?”

“I don’t know. It’s not the first time anyway.”

“Someone did this to you before?”

The boy said nothing and nodded again.

“I wonder why this school is full of bullies.” The girl sighed and crouched to pick up some paint tubes.

“What are you doing?”

“You want teachers to find out the art room like this?”

He chuckled lightly hearing the answer from the girl. Joining her, the boy started to clean out the mess and put everything away in place. After a moment or two, the only thing needed to be tidied up now was his painting. They both stared at it.

“Looks beautiful…” she admired how detailed the body of the horse was depicted. Anyone who looked at it wouldn’t believe that it was crafted by the hands of a high school student. Though still halfway finished, it was almost perfect if only the black ink hadn’t covered half of the surface.

“Thanks.”

“Are you going to throw it away?”

“Do I have choices?”

The girl was silent for a moment, pondering.

“Ah, I know a good place.”

The school rooftop wasn’t that alien to him as he ever went there couple of times. But now was kind of strange as the girl who he just met a while ago suggested that this was the best place to hide his works.

“But anybody can access this place, you know?”

“Not here. Look.” She pointed at a small cabin at the far end, where school janitors usually put away their working tools, which now empty as it hadn’t been used for years, letting spiders and other insects to nest around decorating its space.

“And it comes with a key.” The girl added. Indeed there was a rusty key attached to its door. He doubt it could be taken easily as the key seemed had been there for years left untouched.

“Amazing, I never noticed this…”

“Hope this helps. I have to go anyway.” She was about to turn away when the boy called.

“Wait, thank you…”

“No problem.”

“Can I know your name? I never saw you around before.”

“Matsui Jurina.” The girl smiled and left.

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No matter how hard she tried to keep her eyes closed, it just couldn’t drive Matsui Rena to sleep. She had been suffering the same trouble sleeping for the past three days, since the thought of her father becoming more undisclosed and distorting all her hopes and determination once again. The guilt and remorse she always casted away slowly returning in time she had not expected. Glancing at her side, the younger girl seemed to have drowned in deep sleep, judging from her steady pace of breathing. Not wanting to wake Jurina up, Rena silently got off the bed and walked towards bathroom.

The water freshening her in an instant, as she splashed them many times to her face, hoping it could rinse away her worries. But unfortunately it didn’t, they just got even fossilized in her mind, making her chest hurt all over again. The person who was staring back at her in the mirror right now, looking tired and miserable, wondering why life couldn’t be less painful to be living in. She didn’t choose to be put in that kind of life, sleeping without a day not being in agony. She never had chosen to be born as heiress of the Enterprise. After all, she never had chosen to be born as Matsui Rena.        

“Rena-chan,” a tall figure appeared in the doorway, apparently had awoken because of Rena’s crying voice. She had worried look on her face, and at the same time there was compassion and care towards the older girl. Jurina walked to the now sobbing girl, who was badly trying to hide her grief, and hugged her from behind.

“Just tell me everything, I’m here for you.”

Jurina didn’t mind her shoulder wet from the older girl’s tears as long as she could ease her pain though just a bit. She had been letting Rena to cry on it, releasing all her sorrow and anguish in the form of tears, relieving the pain. As the cries turned into soft sniffs, Rena finally spoke up,

“I don’t know if I should keep running from home like this.”

“What’s bothering you?” the escort softly asked, her thumb wiped the rest of the tears on Rena’s face. The older Matsui was about to cry again when she had finished the story of her dying father.

“What should I do, Jurina?” instead of an answer, Rena felt a pair of lean arms wrapped her tight so suddenly.

 “Don’t!”

“Jurina…chan?”

“I don’t want you to go.” The hug got even tighter and as what Rena could hear; the younger girl’s voice hoarse and cracked, as if about to cry as well.

Nobody, no one, could ever make Jurina feel like this before. The solitary she had to embrace all by herself for two decades of her life was enough to make her living in emptiness. It was all void and darkness filling her heart. For someone who’d jeopardized herself against selfishness and black and blue people had thrown in her life, Jurina had enough of all the worthlessness she could take. She had enough of the fear and loneliness.

Then Rena came, in a way that she didn’t expect, a total stranger and someone who at first she thought was just another who would become part of her valueless history. But she was wrong. Rena was pure, there’s no selfishness within those eyes. And instead, Jurina found something she had in common with them; it was seclusion and longing of freedom, which made her hollow no more, feeling like she wasn’t on her own in the world.            

“I don’t want to be alone.”

Rena felt like somewhere in her chest hurt again, but this time it was different. It wasn’t about Matsui Enterprise, her father, or herself. It was about the girl who was embracing her tight, muttering words as if it was a goodbye, as if she was about to leave this world. Her chest hurt because deep down where she didn’t acknowledge, Rena didn’t want the other Matsui to be like that, looking vulnerable and sad, begging her to stay because she knew exactly what was the other girl feeling. She didn’t want to leave Jurina as well. Rena parted herself from the hug and slowly, reached for the younger girl’s velvet pair. She retreated slightly as she never did this before, being the one who initiated. However, as her intuition got stronger, Rena tilted her head and kissed Jurina’s lips.   

“Me too...” Rena hardly caught her breath after such forever kiss. Her chest pounding in an unfavorable pace, replacing the pain she’d been feeling all the time. She didn’t dare to look back into Jurina’s eyes which were now looking intensely at her, piercing into her soul.

“Look at me, Rena-chan.” Jurina breathlessly said, almost like a whisper. Her coarse voice fingertipped down Rena’s spine; sending a strange sensation through her body, she slowly looked at the latter. Rena could tell in those dilated pupils were something different, it was dark and filled with want. Suddenly, as if being hypnotized, Rena felt weak around her knees and she didn’t care about anything anymore as Jurina slammed her lips back onto hers, surrendering to the guilty pleasure of the escort’s warm embrace.     

It was hard to explain how their kisses had escalated into a type of kiss that could bruise both lips; it was just happened. Jurina had brought themselves nearing the bed, without breaking the kiss. The sound the heiress was making stirred Jurina’s inside with arousal. Jurina parted herself from Rena as she hovered over her, taking in the heiress’ beauty. The escort somehow felt slightly nervous, as if she never did this before. However, seeing how vulnerable the girl under her looked, what’s practical what’s logical were blur as she didn’t understand anything anymore except one thing, she wanted Rena right now.

Jurina kissed the heiress again, returning the yearning eyes Rena was always giving. However, she had to pause as Rena gave a yelp when Jurina’s hand got under her clothes. Jurina withdrew as she just realized what they were about to do was probably too far for the heiress. And she didn’t want to hurt Rena even just one bit.

“Are you scared?”

Being stared like that by the other girl, Rena couldn’t help but looking away, her cheeks rosy with heat. She got nowhere to look at because Jurina was all over her; all she breathed was Jurina’s scent, all she could hear was Jurina’s frantic breathing. However, she lightly shook her head as she didn’t want to make the younger girl wait.         

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to…”

“How many were there before me?”

“Eh?”

It occurred to Rena to realize that the other girl probably had done this with many girls before, from what she was doing for a living. Though it was tolerable, somewhere in her heart twinge knowing that she wasn’t the only one being made feeling this way towards Jurina. The other side of Rena somehow wanted Jurina only for her own, though she didn’t know where that egoism was coming from.  

“How many have you touched with those hands?”

Jurina’s breath caught in her throat as she heard the pricking question,

“There are…lots, Rena-chan…”

There was unnatural silence for a moment between them. Jurina didn’t know what was going in the other girl’s head right now. Suddenly she felt like Rena didn’t deserve her, a pure innocent being with a filth and social misfit like her. Not to mention her dark past where nobody could take her just the way she was.

“Am I…”

Jurina wordlessly waiting what the heiress was going to say. Her heart skipped a beat.

“Am I different?”

“Hey, Rena-chan,” Jurina softly called, in her voice was relief, knowing that the other girl was actually worrying about herself than how dirty as a human she was, “look at me.”

Rena gave in herself to the other girl’s gaze as she finally retorted back to Jurina’s eyes, captured by the desire in those orbs, she felt the lust returning hastily.  

“Would you believe me if I say yes?” Jurina leaned down and kissed Rena again.

Matsui Rena felt burning like a fire as Jurina’s expert hands grazed all over her inexperienced body, giving a sensation like she never felt before, consuming her in a delirious delight. She just lay there, not caring how embarrassing the voice she was making, as she was being stripped down, letting Jurina taking her innocence.

“No covering, Rena-chan. You are beautiful…” Jurina softly moved Rena’s arms which attempted to hide her bare front, not ready being stared at by the escort. As if being controlled by something unknown, Rena had to swallow her embarrassment and looked away when she finally complied with Jurina’s words and letting the other girl devouring her body with her eyes. In that dim room, she felt the younger girl shifted and she heard a drop of clothing which was appeared to be Jurina stripping. The temperature in her cheeks couldn’t get higher as this, knowing that both of them were in the state of having no clothes right now. Rena silently gasped as Jurina slid back to the bed, hovering over her, resuming to her previous position. 

       

Rena couldn’t help but staring up and down at the beauty above her. The perfectly toned body and lean arms made her just want to slam her body against Jurina’s, feeling all her warmth, if it’s not because of the overpowering timidity that made her to hold back.

Jurina leaned down to kiss her cheek, then slowly moved to her ear, then down to her neck, which made Rena squirmed in an instant. She rested her hands on Jurina’s shoulders, feeling the muscles against her palm. Then as she couldn’t contain her longing anymore, Rena encircled her arms around the younger girl’s neck and taking her body down, made Jurina fell on top of Rena, weighing her. The older girl silently moaned as her body finally got in full contact with the other girl’s, skin to skin, with nothing getting in the way. Jurina couldn’t help but amazed as she felt the girl underneath unconsciously grinding her body against her, obviously wanting more friction.    

She was about to fulfill Rena’s want right away but she remembered the heiress needed to be taught about patience as this was her first time and Jurina wanted Rena to experience it all with nothing left to lose. Jurina backed away from Rena’s hold, much disappointment from the older girl as she lost the warmth all of sudden. But not long after that, a sigh escaped from her lips as Jurina’s hand landed on her breasts and carefully massaged the mounds.     

Rena felt the pressure in her stomach built up as the rubbing was getting intense and this time, Jurina using her mouth on her hardened buds, making her reflexively grinded her lower part against Jurina’s thigh. Her mouth parted in ecstasy, silently moaning as the rasping kept going just in the right way, her hands gently pulled Jurina’s hair. Knowing this, the younger girl couldn’t help but getting even more aroused with the plea Rena was showing.

Jurina left the pair of swollen mounds and went to kiss Rena again while her hand made its way downwards to her thigh, feeling the soft skin against her palm. The heiress’ body jumped instinctively as she felt Jurina’s fingertips grazed over her already damp entrance. This made Jurina suspended her action for a moment before taking it further.

“Relax, don’t tense your body too much.” She whispered into Rena’s ear, calming the heiress in an instant. Jurina then kissed Rena’s cheek and silently watching the heiress gasped as she slipped her dainty finger in, she bit her lower lip and her eyes closed shut as she tried to get used to the new foreign sensation she was feeling. Rena moaned as Jurina placed her thumb to the protruding bundle of nerves and rubbed slightly.

“Does it hurt?” Jurina softly asked, brushing away a stray of hair that covered Rena’s eyes. The one being asked only shook her head, followed with a sigh, tremblingly exhaling as she felt her insides burn with desire, knowing that Jurina was inside her.  

Rena’s hands slammed onto the back of Jurina’s head and pulled her down for a kiss as her fingers started moving, stirring the heiress’ insides, the pleasure building up her veins. She felt like going to melt and become one with Jurina as the escort picked up the pace and getting faster with each strokes. Unable to hold back herself anymore, Rena let her cries out, her toes curled as Jurina’s fingers hitting all the right places, she didn’t even care if next door could hear her voice, in fact she didn’t care about anything anymore. 

As the ache was on its peak, begging to be finished, Rena was almost contorting her body on bed. Jurina relentlessly fingered her and giving no time to rest. Then, as the pressure ripped inside her, her body arched towards the aggressor, their fronts grinded each other as Rena shook in Jurina’s arms, the orgasm devoured her down the spine. Her eyes closed shut and her mouth slightly parting, voicing out her final cry as the tingling sensation wrecked her senses. Jurina captured her lips again as she drew out her fingers, making a whimper escaped from the heiress’ lips as she was left with sudden emptiness. As Jurina watched Rena came back from her high, breathless and shivering, she deliberately stroked her hair. Leaning forward, she went to kiss Rena’s damp forehead.

               

The escort rolled her body, lying at Rena’s side, letting it to be used as a hugging pillow by the other girl until she fell asleep. Their bare bodies were next to each other; sweating and hardly breathing, as two become one, when right and wrong were gone. The only thing they know was; they were safe in each other’s arms.

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