Reflection

Chapter 7

“Don’t be scared. I just want to talk like… friends,” he smirked at her, lightly digging his black nails on the tender skin on her thigh.

She trembled and shot a glance at the students who all had their backs turned to them, watching the TV. No one would notice that Ichigo was possessed and had her in his grasp. It was also the worse time for Tatsuki to be gone. She was sure that had she been there, the Hollow wouldn’t have boldly gone to her.

What made him come out now?!

“Wha-what do you want?” she didn’t know what to call him and just saying ‘Hollow’ didn’t sound right to her. It might even make him angry.

“Just a friendly visit and chat,,” his actions contradicted his words as his hand ran further over the delicate skin until reaching her inner thigh. Once his fingertips were close to her panties, a feather-like stroke burned her slit when he teasingly brushed his index over the cloth covering her core. He was just using the pads of his fingers, and they felt hot enough to make her pores break out in gooseflesh at the chills it invoked.

Gulping, she looked at him from her peripheral vision and saw that he had been staring at her the whole time even when she had being scanning the class. Those glowing gold predatory eyes were gleaming at her and she idly wondered just how he was able to even be in that classroom without people finding out about him. From how everyone was acting, he might as well not exist and he didn’t exactly look like another human as the rest of them.

He’s wearing Kurosaki-kun’s clothes… Could it be that only I see him for what he truly is?

She could even see the black shirt Ichigo had been wearing peeking over the white unbuttoned school shirt collar. It could only mean one thing… The Hollow was using her friend’s body.

“You seem surprised to see me…,” a mock sad expression contorted his odd pale face as he cocked his head to the side to study her. “Does my appearance… displease you?”

Probably as a warning his finger pressed harder against her nub, and an embarrassed blush heated her face at the tingling invasiveness. He had touched her before, but then she hadn’t seen him. Now it was far more intimate and having him so close, so real, next to her in a roomful of people that she knew by name and saw every day made it even more so.

“Please… Hollow-san,” she couldn’t think of anything better as her breath hitched and his eyes flashed in sick amusement at the name. “Y-you can’t do this… not know. Not with everybody here.” What if he wanted to do those sinful things to her in front of everyone? What then? It would be social suicide for her to be caught by someone with his hand moving under her skirt.

What if someone looks over here? It was hard to keep her face neutral while having that finger stroking up and down her hot slit so casually. He acted as if he were just there to talk. A slight smile lifted the corner of his lips and those devil’s eyes looked as he were laughing at her. Perhaps it was a Hollow thing. To know how to act the opposite of what they felt or wanted.

“Just relax… No one will look if you just keep quiet like a good lil’ girl,” he made it sound so easy.

I can’t! If I do this, it’ll be like I’m encouraging him!

A whimper escaped her lips when his finger tugged at the crotch of her panties to get better access to the bare skin underneath. He brushed the pubic hair covering her sex to touch her clit, and she being ticklish jerked in her seat. Giving a small circular motion over the responsive small nub, he chuckled lowly.

“I still can’t believe how wet you get, lil’ hime.”

It was humiliating to be so transparent to someone like him. Looking away from his knowingly smirking pale inhuman face, she made the mistake of looking down on her lap. Her skirt had been bunched up by his wrist and she could clearly see his hand moving slightly as he pressed and aroused her. If anyone walked by at that moment it would be pretty obvious what he was doing.

“Nice view, isn’t it? A shame that I can’t see what I’m really doing like when you were all tied up, but I guess this is better than nothing, right?” after finishing those nonchalantly said words, he dragged his finger down slowly until prodding her wet entrance. Her breathing hitched at what he was planning. She was still a virgin, regardless of what he had done to her and nothing had ever entered that part of her.

“Let’s see how tight you are.”

Tears rushed to her eyes at how he made her feel so dirty. The long finger nudged her again, but harder this time and she could feel it entering her little by little. It was a little uncomfortable having something hard and narrow pushing inside so steadily, but when he was all the way up to the knuckle, it wasn’t so bad. It was still a strange sensation accompanied with a slight burn at her inner walls, just not as foreign especially when he held it there and wiggled it gently without retreating.

“Hmmm… Good thing I thought of this. Fucking you would have hurt my cock. You really are tight, lil’ hime.”

“We can’t!” she whispered harshly, scrunching her eyes shut to erase the image of how his wrist had moved when his finger had fully lodged into her. A torturous sight to be seen, in spite of the cloth of her skirt obscuring most of what his hand was doing.

“We can’t what? I believe we’re just talking and watching a movie.”

She almost hated him at that moment. Her shame was nothing to him and the tone of voice he had used had been light, proving that he thought it was funny to have her feeling so pathetic and whorish.

“We can’t…”, she gasped when he pulled his finger until only its tip was inside to push it back in slowly.

“Be quiet now. Wouldn’t want your friends to see you so excited all of the sudden.” His breath tickled the side of her neck and she opened her eyes to see what he was doing. She had that advantage now, though it wouldn’t help in keeping him from toying around with her body.

His eyes were studying her curiously. He was observing her reaction to his touch.

Why can’t he just look away?

Having someone seeing shame, lust and desperation flit across her face was just as demeaning as having his finger slowly thrusting inside of her. He was being gentle, but not out of wanting to be. The Hollow was merely doing it to not have her bring unwanted attention to the back of the room.

Those gold irises swimming in blackness left her face and settled on her neck. His body shifted nearer to hers and she tensed when he leaned close to her neck. Pushing away a fall of auburn hair concealing her throat with his face, his tongue flicked at her racing pulse playfully. Her sex tightened around his finger reflexively and she could feel a huff of air leave his smiling lips tickling the wet little trail he had left along her vein. The finger within her twisted before thrusting again.

I can’t!

Her hands were clenching the sides of her seat as if afraid that she would snap. Her mind didn’t want it, but instinct demanded that he gave more. That he was teasing her into giving in and if there were no one around, she would get what she wanted. The hotness her body was suffering was almost making her resent the other students inside that dark room. She needed to be alone with him.

What’s happening to me?

The Hollow was somehow making her negative. Her true logical thoughts were skewered and laid bare. Self-respect demanded that she stopped him, but another darker side of her desperately needed that degrading treatment. No one would have done that to her, thinking that she was made of glass and would shatter at the first sign of abuse. He was different in not caring, acting like she was meant to be the opposite of what people expected of her. That was the possible explanation to why she allowed him to do it, her sex eagerly flexing around his invading digit as if unwilling to let him go.

Her face was hot and her breath quickened, though no sound came out. She was smart enough to keep quiet to be safe. She didn’t want them to be interrupted.

“You’re a lot smarter than I thought,” the words came out in a sigh, his finger starting a steady rhythm that had the betraying pulse on her throat beat a lot faster. He bit at her throat just hard enough to have her gasp, careful not to hurt that vein.

With eyes glazed over with lust, she gave another quick glance at the classroom. No one was looking their way, which was a blessing. The look on her face would have been a dead giveaway. Dark grey half-lidded lost eyes, lips parted, cheeks red. Anyone would have figured it out, mostly because she had him nuzzling her neck.

“So damn hot,” he whispered, his scorching breath searing her.

This is wrong, but I can’t stop liking it.

The cloth of his school shirt grazed her arm. He snaked his free arm around her waist to press her to his side. His free hand rubbed up and down over her waist, making her shirt chafe her skin. Her nipples hardened immediately the moment that hand dragged down from her waist to her hip, giving its curve a tweak while at the same time his finger dug deeper into her dripping sex.

His sucking mouth at her neck was painful yet arousing. He sucked hard, making lots of blood rush to the abused skin making it look bruised. But she didn’t care as the finger pleasuring her wetness moved faster and deeper.

Something akin to a whimpering moan came from his chest as she panted, her hands gripping the sides of her seat until her nails began to bend. Her teeth gnawed at her plump lower lip, a small trickle of blood flowing out and the Hollow obviously liking this, abandoned her neck to lap at her cut lip, much to her shock. She hadn’t been kissed before and he was deciding to do it now after all he had done.

His tongue trailed over the bleeding skin and flicked at the punishing teeth cutting it, clearly wanting her to let go. She obeyed and squirmed in surprise when he abruptly shoved his tongue inside to explore her. Lips moved of hers as he licked at the roof of her mouth, teeth, and eventually her tongue. She dared to shyly touch her tip against his and in retaliation his pumping became more violent, the flat of his palm purposely grinding against her clit, heightening the sensation.

Her body couldn’t take it anymore as her eyes widened as she released around his finger, coating his hand. She convulsed in his hold and he tightened his arm around her to keep her from falling, his lips pressing harder over hers to quiet out her scream.

Pulling out of her, he ran the finger over her soaked slit one more time, before gently covering her up with her panties that had been pushed to the side. Those mocking lips of his smiled, regardless of his tongue still inside.

I liked this! she realized with stinging eyes. She actually liked this!

The Hollow left her lips and sat back on his seat, the arm that had been wrapped around her waist, slowly leaving her so that his hand brushed her spine in a lingering caress. Still breathless, she eyed him in puzzlement.

He wore a little satisfied smirk as his eyes stared emptily at the front of the classroom. Anyone seeing him would have thought that nothing at all had happened between them with him acting so casual. It annoyed and dismayed her that he would be so cool about it.

Gulping, feeling her knees knock together thanks to the aftershocks of her orgasm, she then saw him do something strange.

The finger that had been inside of her was sucked by those smiling lips and her jaw dropped.

“Damn shame I couldn’t get a better taste, but I guess we have all day for that,” he took the finger out of his mouth and calmly shoved his hand in one of his pockets.

What does he mean ‘all day’?

“Um, where’s Kurosaki-kun?” she recoiled when angry gold eyes shot her a glare.

“Your beloved Kurosaki-kun is not here right now and if you know what’s good for you, watch the movie and don’t draw too much attention this way,” he said it evenly even though his inhuman orbs flashed dangerously.

All blood drained out of her face. She had made him angry and from what he had just said, Ichigo wouldn’t be able to stop him this time. How could that Hollow have taken over her friend so easily? She had thought he had him under control.

Kurosaki-kun is being suppressed by him.

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