Chapter 2: The Priestess

The next morning at Gekkoukan High, Minato felt awful. That sex with Yukari felt great but he barely got any sleep that night. He had bags under his eyes and he was walking slovenly. He was barely paying attention of where he was actually going and just following the familiar motions to the campus grounds. He was so out of it that he jumped the minute he felt somebody touch him.

He looked to see who it was. It was Fuuka. That look she was giving him, he hoped it wasn’t because she caught on to what he and Yukari did last night.

“Are you alright?”

“Um yeah,” he said hastily, getting nervous all of a sudden.

“Well I’ll hope you’ll be ready for tonight...” she said, smiling innocently and biting her lip at him. Even with how exhausted he was from Yukari wrecking him good, he couldn’t stifle a blush and get a little hard at the thought of doing it for the first time with his actual girlfriend.

“Oh yeah, you bet!” he said, trying to sound as hard up for it as possible.

“Great! Then I’ll be visiting you tonight...” she said, licking her lips at him. He almost fainted. The young girl was always a bit shy and more on the nerdy side but she really did look like the vixen right there. Then she moved on ahead.
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As soon as he got off school, he went straight to the dorms. He was exhausted but he was ready to be hard up for Fuuka. To that end he hit the hay almost instantly. No Social Links with his dorky classmate stalking his poor teacher because he didn’t know what to do with his boner or sociopaths looking for cigarette butts in urinals because they had nothing better to do with their lives. He had far more important things to think about.

He fell asleep almost instantly. Then he felt a woman’s soft voice say, “Minato...” trailing off at the end there like some kind of singer. The tone almost scared him, it would have sounded creepy like Pharos if it didn’t also thrill him at the same time.

No, anything but that creepy kid... he thought to himself. He looked up and saw it was Fuuka. He was surprised to see it was already night. The moon was shining outside. Good, it’s not that fucking kid...

But he did see something in her hand. Just like Yukari, she had apparently let herself in by using a kitchen knife. He knew he wasn’t in any danger with her either. Yet she kept on holding onto it as she got closer to him. Even with the way she looked, only wearing a skimpy little nightgown showing so much of her breasts and her legs, he felt some trepidation. The blade was shining in the moonlight.

“So...” he said, wanting to dispel the tension by any means necessary.

“I’ve wanted this for so long...” she said. She was still holding the knife. He didn’t know if she was being her usual airheaded self or she had something else in mind. He suddenly realized it wasn’t a kitchen knife, that it was a real knife. He gulped.

All the more when she slowly advanced towards him. Fuuka was a navigator, not skilled in any weapons and her Persona was totally unsuited for combat. But that look in her eyes, still holding the knife, he had never felt more terrified before in his life.

She suddenly noticed his unease and looking down at the knife, giggled. “Ooops, sorry! Didn’t know I had this! Shinjiro gave me this one for self defense!” But she didn’t put it away like Yukari did. Then she looked at him again with a dark smile on her face and held it up to her face. “Maybe we can have some fun...” she said, licking the blade.

She climbed on top of the mattress and strode on over to him on her knees. He would have been scared shitless of her if it wasn’t for the tent he was pitching in his pants. Then she was right on top of him.

“Do you want me to put this away?” she said, looking down at him. He studied her body, ignoring her bladed implement. She was kinda awkward like Chihiro, that high strung girl had been his first time. He remembered her being so skinny. But in spite of being so awkward, she had big breasts. Bigger than Chihiro’s and bigger than Yukari’s. He was staring at her chest, he wanted to see those tits for real.

She noticed his wandering eyes too. She took the edge of the knife and moved it to the upper hem of her blouse, moving it down to further expose her wanton cleavage. Careful not to hurt herself, she moved it further down until her shirt was down her breasts so much that she was an inch short of revealing her nipples.

Minato wasn’t as rested as he’d wished he was. But the way she was tempting him, he forgot his fatigue. All he could think about getting a handful of those tits for the first time. She was still pulling down her shirt when he got right up and grabbed onto her breasts. Despite being such an awkward girl, he couldn’t believe what a killer rack she had. He took no account of her awkwardly trying to play a seductress or the knife she was holding in her hand.

As much as she liked being appreciated in this way, especially when she shared a dorm with Yukari and Mitsuru, Fuuka was going for a particular aesthetic tonight. She looked down at Minato who by now was reaching his hands up her shirt and grabbed right onto the flesh of her teats. That was the perfect position for him. She wasn’t as confident as Yukari or Mitsuru, and it felt so good for a guy to be lusting after her in this way.

Her nipples were getting hard underneath. Minato noticed it too and started munching on her breasts through the shirt. The texture of her teats was so nice and he hungrily licked at her hard nipples. Fuuka bit her lip to keep her voice from escaping, his hungry wet mouth on her chest felt so nice and she longed to feel him on her skin. She didn’t want anyone else in the dorms to hear what they were doing.

He was ready to lift up her shirt when she put the blade right to his neck.

“Fuuka, what are you...”

She hushed him like a doting mother before pushing him right back down onto the bed. With that knife, she was scaring him a little more than usual. Seeing his worried face, she giggled to herself before setting it down on the nearby table. He breathed a sigh of relief.

It’s always the ones you least expect.

He got a good look at her stomach. He was surprised to see that she had pretty chiseled abs. He couldn’t begin to fathom how that was, not when she had a pretty big rack for a girl of her size. They were even more toned than Yukari’s stomach. He admiringly traced his fingers all over her abs, feeling just how cut they were, and couldn’t decide what he liked more, her breasts or her abs. He had no idea that she bought that cheesy ab buster from Tanaka’s television station. She bought something else too.