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◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢He gave the impression of being a bad boy, someone whose company would not have been the most recommendable. The quantum was not just an impression, but a pure reality. You saw him in the evening on the wall of the park where we all preferred to gather, with a cigarette between the fingers of one hand and in the other he was holding the packet of straws with the lighter. His name was Wakasa, and he was the most charming guy I would ever see in my entire life. He had sex from all pores, he had long two-tone hair of a badly bleached yellow and blacks, the lilac eyes of a bored shape sometimes appeared sleepy, he was tall, with a thin physique but who was respected in his strength during the fights between the gangs, he always wore baggy, with black pants that were bigger than his own, monotonous white t-shirts of the same size and finally the coat he always wore on the shoulders of his own gang. He was one of the right arms of the kanto Manji gang, the most feared gang in all of Tokyo, famous for the deaths, the terror that loomed when people saw them pass through the streets of the crowded city, the blood that was shed because of them. Our meeting sees a temporal panorama of 4 years ago. We both have always loved spending evenings in the company of mutual friends. Usually the evenings were spent with the presence of Sanzu, my now historical best friend for a long time, Arashi, best friend of the two-tone since immemorial time, the Haitan twins, who always enjoyed making the little ones tremble at the click of the their fingers, with supremacy over all Roppongi, Kakucho and Kokonoi, Hanma with whom I always found myself spending nights of insomnia, smoking together and talking about everything that would go through my head and finally Shion who gives me It has always been known to know, he has always had a certain crush on me, which unfortunately for him, has never been reciprocated, for the simple fact that since then I had feelings at times forbidden towards wakasa. However, the presence of the boss would also have been needed: Mikey, but unfortunately, with all the inner monsters that have always eaten our leader, he boycotted our daily outings to work on a plan to command all of Tokyo. It has always been us: the Kanto Manji gang, spending the nights making a fire in the street, drinking and smoking like crazy, having fun as only we knew how to do. But if there was one thing that I as Y / n Sano, the boss's sister, continually tormented me, it was her earlier heralded feelings for Wakasa. All members were aware of my feelings for the boy,

The days passed until, during an evening like many others, returned from our stroll, all tired and spread out in the living room, some on the sofa, some on the floor, some on the armchairs and some on the chairs, what happened for some time now should have happened. between me and the boy I loved so much. I was taking refuge in my room in the throes of rummaging through the closet for comfortable clothes to put on until I heard the bedroom door open. It was Wakasa. "What are you doing here Imau?" I asked sweet "I don't know, I was bored and I came to see what you were doing" the voice was tired and low. "I'm looking for something comfortable to wear," I replied "Oh yes, don't worry, I'll give you something," the voice was sure this time I turned to him and saw that he was taking off his shirt and then holding it out in front of my eyes "Here you are" "I ..... not ......" I was speechless, I did not expect such a gesture, despite the beautiful view that was appearing in front of my eyes "So? You don't get it, huh?" This time it was mischievous, and not even a little. "It really doesn't matter, I found something" I turned back to the closet and started looking for something again. I felt the warm breath of Wakasa near my neck, the tone of voice he was addressing me was so pleasant. He whispered sweet, dirty and mischievous words to me, but how much they fulfilled me in that moment. His hands began to explore my body, they crept under the shirt they were wearing, we turned on the hips and then on the breasts, squeezing it possessively. He took off my shirt first, and then his hands slowly wandered to the zipper of the jeans, removing the latter as well. I turned and found his face very close to mine, I remained motionless and look at his purple eyes that even if they silently managed to tell me so much, my hands were on his still naked chest, and a few fragments of seconds I found myself his lips on hers. My hands wandered through her hair, I held her head as hard as I could on mine so that our mouths were sealed and our tongues could dance a pleasant dance of pure wanting. I was still in underwear when he reversed places, made me lie down slowly and gently on the bed, pulled away from my lips and started unbuttoning his jeans too. Once that was done, he got on top of me and continued kissing me again and again. He pulled away for the umpteenth time and his lips wandered around my body, torturing my now naked breasts. I clung to him making our bodies fit together perfectly. I felt my legs getting weak and wanting to feel it as much as possible

I felt my legs getting weak and wanting to feel him inside me as much as possible so that as to be his one he will vomit for all. He slipped off his underwear and without any precaution he settled inside me, going slow but with strong thrusts, it was so pleasant and beautiful. He whispered to me from time to time sometimes sweet words and dirty faces, it was a perfect mix. In order not to expect unpleasant, it came out of me. "I love you Y / n" "Me too Imau"