Mika stood outside the Velvet Room's service entrance, dressed in black from neck to heel. The outfit was simple — a cropped camisole under a sheer black blouse, paired with a skirt that barely reached mid-thigh. She had no idea if she looked professional or pathetic. Her thighs were trembling. Her mouth was dry.
The keycard beeped. The door opened.
Inside, the lighting was even softer than before. The air smelled of rosewood and heated skin. Every hallway had a hush to it, like people had been fucking there just moments before.
Hina greeted her with a glance. "Locker two," she said. "Strip. Put on the uniform Riko left for you."
Mika walked down the hall, heart pounding in her throat. Her locker was already open. Inside was a short silk robe — deep wine red — and a note tucked between its folds:
"You are not here to look strong. You are here to feel everything. R."
Ten minutes later, Mika stood in a private room with her arms at her sides, wearing nothing but the robe and lace panties. Her skin buzzed. Her nipples ached against the thin fabric. She had no idea if it was from fear or arousal.
The door clicked open.
Riko entered like a shadow, heels soft on the carpet. Her long black hair was tied in a loose braid. She wore a black slip dress that clung like water and left little to the imagination.
"You're early," she said. "Good girl."
Mika's breath caught at the praise. Riko noticed.
"Take a seat."
Mika sat on the velvet bench near the mirror.
"Tonight's lesson," Riko said, moving closer, "is how to make someone want you before they touch you."
She stood behind Mika, her hands resting lightly on Mika's shoulders.
"Everything starts with energy. Eye contact. Breathing. Anticipation." Her fingers slid down Mika's arms slowly, sending chills across her skin. "Do you know what anticipation feels like?"
Mika nodded — barely.
"Show me."
"I… don't know how."
"Then I'll help you."
Riko leaned down and brushed her lips against Mika's earlobe — not a kiss, just a breath.
"Close your eyes."
Mika obeyed. She felt Riko's hands slide around her waist, holding her lightly.
"Breathe with me."
Riko's breath was slow. Deep. Her chest rose and fell against Mika's back. She matched it. One inhale. One exhale. Then another. Then—
Riko's hands slid over her stomach, under the robe. Mika gasped.
"You're shaking," Riko murmured.
"I'm… I've never done this."
"Good."
Riko pulled the robe open gently, exposing Mika's chest to the mirror.
"Look at yourself."
Mika opened her eyes.
Her reflection stared back: flushed cheeks, parted lips, hard nipples. Riko stood behind her like a shadow with hands of fire, one palm resting just beneath her breasts, the other sliding lower… lower…
Mika whimpered.
"Do you feel that?" Riko whispered, her lips brushing Mika's neck. "That ache right behind your clit? That's where we begin."
Her fingers slid beneath the lace.
Mika gasped — not because of the touch, but because of how gentle it was. Riko didn't rush. She explored slowly, circling Mika's slit without slipping inside. Her fingers were skilled, cruel in their patience.
"You're soaked," she murmured.
"I—I can't—ahhh…"
"Shh," Riko whispered, kissing her shoulder. "Let it build."
Mika's legs trembled. Her head fell back against Riko's shoulder. The mirror blurred. She moaned — soft at first, then louder as Riko's fingers teased her clit.
"Say my name."
"R-Riko…"
"Again."
"Riko, please…"
Riko's fingers dipped inside her — two of them — and Mika cried out. The sound bounced off the velvet walls. Her hips rocked. She didn't know where she ended and Riko began.
Every stroke hit deeper, curling inside her, unlocking something tight and hot. Her moans became breathless little cries, desperate, raw.
"I—oh my god—Riko—I'm—!"
"Good girl."
Mika shattered in her arms.
Her whole body arched, trembling as the orgasm ripped through her. Riko held her tightly, whispering nothing into her neck, lips brushing skin as she rode it out.
When it passed, Mika collapsed against her. Sweaty. Bare. Ruined.
Riko kissed her temple — soft now, almost… tender.
"You're learning," she said. "Next time, I'll show you how to give someone else that feeling."
Mika couldn't speak.
She just nodded — trembling, flushed, and soaked between the legs.