Banging the Hot MILFs of Tokyo-Chapter 34

Jun raised an eyebrow, stepping fully into view now with just the towel slung low around his waist. "Damn, Yuki, why you talking like pussy ever paid your phone bill?"

Yuki sat up on the bed like he'd been personally insulted. Did Jun just counteratack him for being a lover of pussy?

Did he need to witness what slamming a cock into a tight, wet pussy does to the man's sex ego?

Damn, that was insulting!

"Excuse me?! Pussy has paid for emotional therapy, that's what it has! Unlike you two, I don't dip my cock into just any dude's anal."

"Any what?" Haruto interrupted, a lazy smirk forming as he folded his arms. "Any dude? Don't worry, your anal is safe cause I don't think I want o stick a cock in such." Yuki sat up slowly on the bed, arms folded across his chest still in disbelief. Their short banter was all he needed to get his head off his broken phone.

"So... I take it that wasn't just a shared shower to 'conserve water.'" Haruto let out a snort and walked casually toward Jun.

"Relax, Yuki. It's not that deep. I and Jun have been having feelings for each other for some days now. We didn't know you'd return earlier that's why we finished up late." Haruto tried to explain but what better way of explaining than actually showing him.

Then he grabbed Jun by the jaw, tilted his head up slightly, and kissed him—hard.

It wasn't a teasing peck. It was mouth-to-mouth, deep enough to make Yuki audibly gasp behind them. Haruto pressed in like he meant every second of it. His fingers slid down the side of Jun's neck, the kiss open-mouthed now, heated and intimate.

Jun froze, eyes widening—but didn't pull away. He responded gently, hesitantly, as if he'd been waiting for this moment far longer than he'd admit. His hands twitched like they wanted to hold onto Haruto but weren't sure if they were allowed to.

Jun's breath hitched.

His hands hovered at Haruto's waist—uncertain—before he gripped Haruto's arms like he needed to hold on or he'd fall. Then just as quickly, Jun shoved Haruto back, breaking the kiss.

"The fuck, Haruto?!" he snapped, lips red and wet. "Why did you kiss me?!"

Haruto blinked, playing dumb. "We're acting, remember? For the bet?"

Jun looked like he wanted to throw something. His towel barely clung to his hips as he stepped back, breath shaky and chest heaving.

"I said make it look real, not be real! I'm not fucking you for real, are you crazy?"

Haruto tilted his head, smug and careless. "Could've fooled me, the way you kissed back."

Jun clenched his fists. "You think this is funny?"

"I think it worked," Haruto shrugged, jerking his chin toward Yuki. "He looks like he's about to write fanfic about us." Haruto burst into laughter, wiping off the Jun's saliva from his lips. He strode to the closet, picking out a baggy shirt but still no underwear.

"You guys truly played me. I was about to call the dorm mistress about you guys being gays. Just in case I puke to death the next time you guys do such."

"You are such a wimp. You've never seen hot guys making out before in the bathroom or classroom. You have to fucking watch 'Your name engraved Herein' I do have from episode 1 till the end." Haruto smirked as he finally put on some pants. Jun ran into the bathroom to get himself cleaned up.

"Now back to your phone issue, what the hell happened?"

It was then Yuki's mood dampened. He rolled his eyes and groaned, falling into the sheets of the bed. He groaned, slamming his hands into his pillow.

Haruto ignored his tantrum and went over to the phone, picking the pieces up in his palms. "This is definitely fried up dude. The fuck happened to your phone?"

"I mistakenly dropped it from the third floor. I wanted to check my messages and it just fell off." Yuki tried to explain, leaving out the main reason for dropping it. He didn't want anyone to know he was a perverting on his lecturer in day time.

If he did, those two would tease him to death about it.

"Bruh do you think you can fix it. Stupid me forgot to backup his files, projects and slides to the cloud. What a loser." Yuki sniffed in pain, thudding his face with the pillow. Haruto didn't say anything other than turning the phone back and forth.

"Damn, how the fuck do you forget you sare standing against a balcony and you drop your phone. Isn't this...?"

"Yes my hard earned sweats. Shut up! It was an accident. Do you know how to fix it or know someone who might know how to fix it?"

"In fact I do. Every heard of Phone fixer?" Haruto's grin didn't quite reach his eyes as he laughed out loud. "There is no such thing like that bruh, I was only playing with you motherfucker. But I do know someone though, he is a busy guy. He works with game consult and anything technology. "

"Oh, isn't that great?"

"Yeah, I can give you his house address only if you tell me what happened truly."

Yuki gulped in at Haruto's demand. He didn't expect him to push for the actual reason. With a teary eyes, he looked at his phone. The countless projects, games and slides on his phone was one that was irreplaceable. He sighed, ruffling his hair and giving up.

"I was looking at Miss Tanaka's boobs. "

Jun, halfway back out of the bathroom with a towel slung around his neck, froze in the doorway. "You what?"

Haruto choked on air. "Brief me on who this Miss Tanaka is. She doesn't lecture us considering that I am not a computer major but an architecture major."

"Burh, you have to see this woman. She is every fucking straight and bi-males desire. She got the ass, the boobs, the moans, the face everything. She has is divorced but has a son."

"Allegedly, She doesn't have a son. It's her late aunt's son."

"Yeah, 'allegedly,'" Jun repeated with a lazy drawl, pulling his shirt over his damp hair. "You think any woman that hot would admit she had a kid for her ex? Nah. If she does, fuck me if any guy lays hands to bang her."

Yuki's brows knitted. "Yoh, that's not nice. The boy is a good boy. His name is Missmi. You can't just say stuff like that—"

Jun cut him off with a snort. "This short dickhead has learnt her son's name. What next are you going to learn about her, her ex?"

"—"

Haruto stared at their banter, enjoying it obviously.

"Thay doesn't mean anything, Jun." Yuki fired back, trying to soften his ego but Jun wasn't done with him.

"Oh please, like you're any better. That woman's been your crush since she walked in six months ago as the substitute. Your sketchbook is practically a dirty nude collection of her curvy waist and boobs."

Haruto's eyes widened. "Holy fuck. That's some nasty shit. You out here thirst-trapping your lecturer in 4B pencil?"

Yuki sat bolt upright. "They're not nudes! They're artistic studies—"

"Of her ass," Jun added helpfully.

"—And besides!" Yuki raised his voice, clearly flustered. "I-I just admire her... professionally!"

Haruto grinned like a demon. "So what is it, lover boy? You wanna fuck her or feelings for her? Pick a lane."

Yuki opened his mouth, paused, then squinted at the ceiling as though the answer might be up there.

"The... latter," he said slowly.

Jun and Haruto both gave him a look.

"I mean the former—!" he blurted, then groaned, covering his face. "Shit, why can't I have both?"

There was a beat of silence before Haruto let out a low whistle.

"Damn. Boy out here trying to have his tits and eat 'em too."

Jun burst out laughing, grabbing a hoodie from his closet. "You're actually insane."

"I'm just in love, okay?" Yuki huffed dramatically.

"With your lecturer's boobs," Jun added, tossing a pair of socks at him.

Haruto clutched his stomach, laughing so hard he nearly fell over. "No wonder you dropped your phone. That's the price of horny, my friend."

"Shut up!" Yuki groaned, face burning. "Can we please focus on my broken phone and not my unfulfilled MILF fantasies?"

"Judge me all you want, just get my phone fixed," Yuki whined.

Haruto smirked, digging into his drawer and pulling out a crumpled paper. "Fine. My cousin Kenji's the guy. Works freelance, but he owes me one. His apartment's in Saitama though, so you're making the trip."

Jun raised an eyebrow. "Is that the dude who fixed your busted PS5?"

"Yep. And also hacked our dorm's Wi-Fi— the dorm mistress lounge own."

Yuki's eyes lit up, hearing someone could fix it. He clasped his hands and said a word of prayer. "Bless that man."

"You can thank him after he recovers your files. But," Haruto added, waving the paper teasingly, "you only get this if you buy me lunch. I'm thinking udon. And maybe... a small milk tea."

Yuki groaned again. "You're both the worst, and I love you."

"But I'm very interested in knowing who this Aiko Tanaka is. Do you have a picture Yuki?"