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After the third day, it became obvious that Matsuda was never going to say anything to Wedy. He’d stammer something polite to her, bring her coffee, press his hand to the back of his head and wander off blushing, in his oh-so-charming schoolboy frankly fuckable way.

But he was never going to say anything, so Wedy was going to have to do something about it. To take matters into her own hands, as it were. So one day, she did.

Matsuda doesn’t know exactly what Wedy is doing, when she asks him to stay a minute and talk with her, while Ide and Mogi go for the door. He has a bit of a better sense of what’s going on when she pulls him into a violent kiss. He really thinks he gets it when she goes for his fly, and steps out of her pants.

Then, abruptly, she has him by the tie, and has shoved him down forward over the arm of a couch, and he has no idea what she’s planning to- oh. Oh.

Wedy laughs to herself and pushes the strap-on in, reaching down to turn Matsuda’s head for him, since it hasn’t occurred to the poor dear to muffle that shriek into the couch pillows, and she definitely doesn’t want anyone to come running.

She fucks him like that, still with a hold on his tie, the other hand curled around his hip.

“W-wedy-san,” she hears, brokenly, mumbled into the fabric, and stills for a moment to make sure her dear little detective-schoolboy-treat isn’t having serious concerns.

“Please,” he begs, when she stops moving, “oh please,” with real fright in his voice like he thinks she might actually walk out of here before she’s finished fucking him six ways from next Wednesday.

She’ll reassure him or something after she’s done this. But for now she muffles his pleas in the most direct way possible; namely giving him exactly what he’s asking for.

It only serves to make him louder, but she didn’t need to be a genius to see that one coming. So she pulls his tie back hard, and if he can’t entirely breathe, well, it’s safe to say from the way he reacts that he likes it.

“Perfect,” she croons, and Matsuda comes harder than he ever has in his entire life.

Elsewhere, L blinks at the security feed in surprise, and turns the monitor off as Light comes back up the stairs, returning with their coffee. He can afford the two a tiny bit of privacy.

It’s all recorded to review later, anyways.