Mana Iguyama x GeGeGe no Kitaro 58P (Patreon)

Mana Inuyama stood at the doorway of his house, her chest rising and falling as she steadied herself. She wore a crisp white shirt tucked into a short blue pleated skirt, her brown hair falling in soft waves around her face. Her blue eyes were sharp, carrying a determined glint as she knocked on the door. She wasn’t here for fun—she was here to confront the guy who had been bullying her friend.

The door opened, and he stood there, tall and imposing, his dark eyes narrowing slightly as he took her in. “Well, well,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “What brings you here, Mana?”

Her resolve faltered for a moment under his gaze, but she squared her shoulders. “I’m here to tell you to leave my friend alone,” she said, her voice firm. “You’ve caused enough trouble.”

He chuckled, stepping aside and gesturing for her to enter. “Why don’t we talk about this inside?”

Mana hesitated, but her sense of duty pushed her forward. She stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind her.

She followed him into the living room, her fists clenched as she turned to face him. “You think you’re untouchable, don’t you?” she snapped, her voice tinged with frustration. “Well, I’m here to tell you—”

Before she could finish, he stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. “You’re here to lecture me?” he asked, his voice thick with amusement. “You’ve got guts, Mana. But I think you’re in over your head.”

She gasped as he grabbed her wrist, pulling her closer. “Let go of me!” she said, but her voice wavered as his dark eyes locked onto hers.

“You came all this way to see me,” he said, smirking. “I think you want something else.”

Her breath hitched as his hands slid to her waist, his grip firm but not harsh. “You’re wrong,” she whispered, though her body betrayed her hesitation.

Mana’s protests melted into soft gasps as he pushed her back onto the couch, his hands slipping under her skirt. “Ahh… stop—” she whimpered, her blue eyes wide as he kissed her, his touch igniting something inside her she couldn’t resist.

Her white shirt bunched around her chest as he leaned in closer, his movements deliberate and intense. “You came to teach me a lesson,” he murmured against her ear, his voice thick with amusement. “But it looks like I’m the one in charge now.”

Mana’s body trembled as he lifted her skirt, her moans growing louder with each motion. “Nghhh… no… I…” she stammered, but her words faded into soft cries as he took her completely.

Their movements grew desperate, her gasps filling the room as she clung to him. “Ahh… I… I can’t—” she cried out, her body arching as waves of pleasure overtook her. He groaned deeply, gripping her hips as he reached his peak, their bodies trembling together in the aftermath.

Mana lay sprawled on the couch, her brown hair messy, her blue eyes hazy as she caught her breath. She glanced at him, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and satisfaction. “You’re a jerk,” she muttered, her voice soft but tinged with defeat.

He chuckled, leaning back with a smug smile. “And yet, here you are.”