The Unknown

Ch. 23 - Plans

"I didn't think you'd be the one to pull a stunt like this," Choso smirked, taking the tiny baggie of beans from you. He examined them closely. "So you just crush them and the ricin is produced?"

"In the short of it, yeah," you giggled, "like I said, I think we should be able to poison him without getting caught. I figure we can get someone to drop off an envelope at a mailbox somewhere that way we're not associated with it."

"Hmph," Choso looked from the baggie to your eyes through low lids. His expression seemed to tell you that it wasn't good enough but he digressed. "Sure. Sounds like a good plan."

"S-so...we'll do it?" Your voice quivered, both out of fear and adrenaline. Never in your life would you have dreamed of killing another person. Noritoshi was different, at least you tried to convince yourself of that. Noritoshi is a monster.

"Of course we can do it, you're the one who bought them in the first place," Choso lifted an eyebrow and crossed his arms, the baggie still dangling in his grasp from under the folded limb.

"R-right," you gulped hard, the violent images of Noritoshi choking on his own poison just as his sons did frightened you - but also caused a vibrant flame of vengence to grow in your chest. You didn't know this side of you which was equally as frightening.

Choso then looked you up and down with his arms still crossed. He narrowed his gaze on you before speaking. "Look at you..." he said in a sing-song-y tone, "a bad girl after all." You blushed.

"I wasn't before you," you mumbled, smiling to yourself while looking toward the floor. 

It didn't take long for the bashfulness to vanish. Your eyes returned to his, a now devilish expression replacing the innocent one. On the other hand, Choso's once laid-back, confident expression turned into once of submission upon seeing your change.

"Now then...are we gonna' fuck or what?" A grin spread upon your face. Choso swallowed hard but flashed a smile of his own.

"I thought you'd never ask," his voice quivered a bit, arms uncrossing and using a free hand to squeeze the growing member from behind the zipper of his jeans. You glanced down to see the hard outline in the fabric, the sight making your mouth water.

You didn't hesitate any further, using two large strides to close the gap - your hand meeting his throat. With a tight squeeze and pressure, you pushed him back onto the mattress, straddling his hips. He grunted as his head hit the bed.
You smashed your lips to his, hips immediately gyrating onto his. With both of you wearing denim, it made it a little bit harder to feel but it could still be felt nonetheless. 

It had been so long for the both of you, Choso's whimpers flowing into your mouth as your tongues slid against one another. It was like music to your ears. His hands were gently on your hips, fingertips just pushing up the edge of your shirt to feel your soft skin. He was melting completely beneath you.

"Take off my shirt," you whispered between kisses to give permission. 

His fingertips continued traveling upward, bringing your shirt up with it. The cold air of the room now touching your skin as he guided it up and over your head. As he tossed the fabric aside, you quickly unfastened your bra and allowed it to join your top. 
Choso looked mesmerized by your chest, a sight for sore eyes. His palms flew to the soft mounds, delicately massaging the flesh - eyes wide in a trance. You giggled at his eagerness and gently grabbed his wrists, using light force to keep them at his sides.

"Use your mouth," you said through those giggles. 

Choso smiled at you and sat up, immediately taking one of your breasts in his mouth - kissing and puckering around the sensitive areola. As he did so, you ran your hands playfully into his hair, removing the hair ties. His hair fell around his shoulders and he looked up at you with his puppy dog eyes, moving to the adjacent breast. He looked adorably angelic with his tongue curling around your erect nipple.