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Chapter 41.2: Hopelessly Devoted to you

The Grand Prix final feels like holiday for everyone in a regular working day. She actually saw crowds of people stopping by appliances stores and LED billboards to watch the competition airing live in TV. It was like the whole world of Minato or even the whole Japan stops just to watch him skate.

Even in Louise's studio, the television was tuned in to the competition so she can be able to take a peek during her breaktime with her coworkers.

After what happened to Nippon Cup and even if Louise barely knows about the sport, she actually felt a bit anxious while she watch his free skating and even while he sits in Kiss ad Cry waiting for his scores.

All his hard work and strenuous training had paid off when he was indeed announced first place, the season's Grand Prix final champion for the fifth time. A winning streak.

"You know what? I watched you live on TV with my new team. That Jump, just rocks!"

"What jump?" he asks. Voice as grumpy as ever but of course, nothing can pique his interest more than figure skating jumps.

"What else? The triple axol, of course!" she stated proudly. It's a good thing she listened a bit to her sensei.

"It's a triple axel—"

"Oh, shut up, Ojiro," she snaps. "Just go with it!" She pressed, whispering it like she's out of breath.

"So how are you feeling now? Have you eaten? Sleepy? " She's back to her soft angel voice.

"You're still not answering my question."

"Want me to sing you to sleep? Or maybe drop by my apartment when you come back." She mumbled in a slutty tone.

"Dios redentor! What am I saying? That was just so wild of me! Iyaaaaaaa~" she moaned, mimicking those hooker anime characters in Japanese hentais.

Louise has been pulling off kawaii Japanese anime sounds to him lately based on what she has learned about what the majority of Japanese men perceive as beautiful and Ojiro's past relationship, and she swears she can definitely see the cringe in Ojiro's face every time she does it.

"Louise..." he muttered her name like a warning.

"Iyaaaaaaa~"

"Stop it,"

"Ugh, come on. I know you liked that," she growls, shifting back to her Spanish madam voice.

"Mou, yamero," he snaps making her zip up her mouth. The weight of his voice indicates that she should just shut up or everything is going to explode. "You really enjoy doing this to me, huh? You missed the Nippon Cup, and now you sent me that photo. What do you want me to do with that? "

Lousie bites her lip to keep herself from talking back. Confused for a moment, she didn't know how to react, but she had decoded this kind of tone in Ojiro's voice.

It means, she had just failed miserably with her plan.

Oh, I'm so fucked.

"This is just so unfair...so unfair of you. Do you realize what you have done?" he murmured, his voice getting huskier word by word.

"Ojiro..." she murmured. She was just completely lost, enthralled.

His voice becomes a sweet punishment to her ear.

"Do that again...call my name," he commanded.

She gulps through her throat. The beating of her heart becomes faster as she feels the heat creeping up her cheeks and face.

"O-Ojiro...I.."

He responded with a groan, more like a faint and heavy moan.

Louise leans her back, closing her eyes. Both her legs close tightly as she feels the delicious, tickling feeling of electricity traveling all over her to that very spot.

That sacred place between her thighs.

"Do you have your toy with you right now?" He asked. The husking of his voice indicates that he's already at his limit.

For a moment, Louise was just so lost that she couldn't be able to respond.

"Answer me," he whispered.

"U-uhn..." she mumbled quickly.

She extends her arm to reach for her Iroha ukidama with her trembling fingers. It came from the bag of Iroha vibrators gifted by her OB. Its design is a pretty ball that can be used as a light, with buttons that control its vibrations. And Louise originally kept it beside her tub as décor, but now she didn't expect to actually have it in use.

She heard a sound of a plastic packet opened from his end. Ojiro informed her earlier that he had his pocket tenga with him. Its masturbator made of stretchy, soft material in pocket size packaging. Very easy to dispose.

Don't tell me he always has that with him every time he's traveling?

It just indicates that he's indeed alone in his hotel room and he's not trying do something funny behind her back...

But.

Oh, God.

"Ojiro...this is—"

"I'll only allow you to talk back to me if I tell you so. Got that? Right now, do what I say."

His voice sounds like his sensei mode in the rink, only that its murmuring sound is a moan.

She nods even if he can't see her.

She let him command her what she's going to do next, completely surrendering, letting him control her blindly in this dark game, this new dark path he's leading her.

She pressed the button of the ukidama, and she felt the vibration coming from its round, glowing form. He told her to put it on her shoulders and her neck, and she did. It feels nice, gently massaging her skin.

And then images of him start to play in her imagination....

Touching her.

Kissing her.

Sucking her skin.

"Hnnhh...." She couldn't help but to let out a whimper.

Louise heard some lewd, wet noises along with his heavy breathing. She guessed that he had already put on the Tenga pocket on his hard length, stroking it up and down.

"Do it with me. Put the toy on it now," he breathes.

Louise did what he told her. She slips the glowing light of a vibrating ball down her wet, stiff breasts, down to her stomach, navel, and then to her entrance, waiting to fill her needs.

"Hmmm..." she moaned in the first contact of the vibrator while Ojiro's voice hummed in the other line, directing what she'd do next.

She massages the vibrating ball around her clitoral area, finding the most sensitive parts and discovering her body's most hidden pleasures.

A warm feeling heats inside her while she listens to Ojiro's voice. He turned him on so much, knowing he does what she's doing, pleasuring themselves at the same time, together on the other side of the planet.

Louise hasn't done this before, and she didn't know she'd be going to experience something wild like this.

She felt embarrassed, but her body is telling otherwise.

Her body liked it, she wants it.

She wants him.

"Say it..." he moans in between his heavy breathings, the slurpy, sounds going faster and faster. "Call my name Louise."

"Ojiro...hmmm...ahhhn~" she pressed the ball on her clit more while calling his name over and over again.

He told her to press the third button, and when she did, that made her let out a lewd scream.

The vibrations became stronger, giving her extra pleasure and leading her near to orgasm.
"I-I'm going to cum... do it with me...Hhnn...ahhh~" the sounds of the elastic slime in his hand are faster now.

"AHHH~" she explodes with him, both their bodies tenses, toes curled in as they reached the peak at the same time.

Louise's body limps, submerging herself under the tub, while Ojiro collapses on his bed, panting.

They talk a bit while they regain their energy, but they soon break off the call to rest for the night.

When Louise sets down her phone, she can't help but tear up a little.

And then the little gasps turn to sobs.

Everything was crashing on her right now.

I missed him so fucking bad.

And the long wait for her to see him again was too unbearable,  too painful to endure but left her with just a brutal fact that she couldn't do anything about it right now but to wait.

She guesses that he's still mad, and this is her bitter sweet punishment.

Louise just can't believe how she easily got controlled by his voice alone and it just felt so good and wrong at the same time.

And it just breaks her so good realizing something...

That she had fallen deeply in love with the Ice Prince.

Hard.

Like ripe fruit, splattered on a concrete.

***

Louise didn't get the chance to be with him again because the Japan Nationals were just a week away and Ojiro would be back to his hustle.

...and probably would never going to see him even after the competition when a tragedy strikes right on day of his birthday.

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