The next day's class went completely over my head.
My mind was consumed by lust, and before I knew it, my crotch was bulging.
Every time I remembered what happened yesterday, I couldn't stop getting hard.
As for Matsuri herself...
This morning, she was completely reset, acting cold and distant.
Just like always, we didn't exchange a word, and she didn't even glance my way. So it seems she wasn't completely smitten with me after all.
Well, with her parents around, she probably couldn't afford to change her attitude so abruptly.
Still, the fact that she could be so affectionate with me before... it's almost thrilling.
...Haaah, Matsuri, you're so cute, Matsuri.
A sis-con? At this point, it's just a compliment.
Even if people call me that, I don't care anymore. In fact, I'm tempted to brag about it.
And so, the day ended, and I was on my way home from school.
Dere Matsuri was so cute... I wonder if she'll be here today. Probably not, huh.
As I stood at the bus stop, lost in thought, a hand tapped my shoulder.
I startled and turned around to see a smiling girl standing there, tilting her head slightly.
"M-Miki-chan?!"
"Hello."
I'd thought she was some kind of beautiful girl from a story, but it was just Miki.
She was dressed in her school uniform—a blazer and a handbag—so she must have just gotten off school too.
Come to think of it, this was the first time we'd met both wearing our uniforms.
Miki wasn't wearing her uniform sloppily at all. Her skirt wasn't too short or too long.
Seeing her like this, she really looked like a serious, quiet girl.
"Why are you so surprised? Did you forget about me?"
"N-no, of course not..."
I was just surprised to run into her here of all places.
Well, to be honest, the shock of seeing Dere Matsuri was so overwhelming that Miki's presence had started to fade into the background.
Ah, but Miki-chan is amazing too. Her uniform is so cute it's almost unbearable.
What's this? If she were in my class, I'd definitely be taking every opportunity to leer at her.
I bet all the guys in class fantasize about her every night while jerking off.
Yeah, lucky them. Today, when I get home, I'll jerk off to the image of Miki-chan in her uniform.
"What's wrong? Why are you staring so intensely?"
"Uh, no, I just... I thought it was a coincidence..."
"Right. But to be honest, it's not really a coincidence at all."
"Huh?"
When I gave her a bewildered look, Miki returned it with a knowing, mischievous smile.
"By the way, are you free later today?"
"Huh? Oh, uh, of course."
What's this? Is this some kind of foreshadowing?
When asked like that, even if I was swamped with work, I had no choice but to say I was free.
"Good. Actually, I wanted to talk to you about something..."
...Talk?
Suddenly, I remembered what Matsuri had said last night as we were parting: "Miki might say something weird to you eventually, but don't worry about it. Just ignore her."
Could this be what she meant? Still, I couldn't exactly ignore her now, could I?
"U-um, sure, but what is it?"
"Ah, not here. Let's change locations."
"Sigh... Where to?"
"Well... hmm, somewhere nice."
Her tone was a little off-putting, but I followed her obediently anyway.
I wonder where this 'somewhere nice' could be. Half-expectant and half-anxious, I left the bus stop and rode the train two stops away from home.
Before I knew it, I found myself at...
Miki unlocked the door, saying meaningfully, "Mom's out of town on a shopping trip today, isn't she?"
She invited me inside.
To my surprise, I was at Miki's house—a decent-sized, one-story dwelling.
No one else seemed to be home.
After entering the foyer, I wondered what to do next. Without hesitation, Miki led me upstairs to her bedroom.
My heart raced involuntarily as I entered a girl's room for the first time, aside from my younger sister's.
Miki's room was neat and tidy, everything in its place.
A desk, bed, TV, bookshelf, and wardrobe—all the essentials were present, and not a speck of clutter marred the space.
It was a world of difference from Matsuri's slovenly room, where she barely bothered to clean up.
As soon as I entered, a faint, sweet fragrance tickled my nose.
It wasn't the kind of sweetness you'd find in candy or gum, like you'd expect in Matsuri's room. This was a more natural sweetness, hard to describe.
But then again, this is Miki-chan. This is erotic. The whole room is erotic.
It's not like I walked in to find an enormous vibrator lying around or anything like that, but there's just something subtly sensual about this place.
It's hard to put my finger on exactly what it is, but it's undeniably erotic. Flawless.
This is what a girl's room is supposed to be like, right? Ahh, I want to bury my face in that pillow and breathe in that scent.
Being brought here was definitely the right decision.
"Please, have a seat."
Standing awkwardly in my first-ever girl's room, unsure of what to do, Miki smoothly offered me a cushion.
This cushion, which Miki usually uses as a seat, feels almost too precious for me to sit on.
Maybe I could just stick my face in it and take a deep breath first.
Hesitating, I eventually sit down, and Miki perches herself at the edge of the bed.
She's only removed her uniform jacket, leaving her in a blouse and skirt.
Even her sitting posture is erotic. If she spread her legs just a little, I might be able to see her underwear.
Meanwhile, Miki, completely unaware of my thoughts, looks unusually nervous.
I've never seen her like this before.
Before I know it, her tension starts to rub off on me. Miki's voice is slightly hoarse as she begins to speak.
"Um, so... will you listen to what I have to say?"
"U-um... yeah..."
I felt like I'd been kept waiting for quite a while, but what kind of story could this possibly be?
Still, the atmosphere was making me feel like we were about to start an AV actress interview.
"Um, this is really embarrassing, so please don't laugh..."
Embarrassing...?
Her opening words couldn't help but make my mind wander to erotic thoughts.
Ugh, this perverted mind of mine always jumps to dirty thoughts.
Miki had gone to all this trouble to bring me here. Maybe she actually wanted to have a serious talk.
No, no, this isn't right.
Thinking this, I forced myself to look serious. Miki began speaking, glancing down slightly.
"Um, I... I really have such strong sexual desires... I've been masturbating hardcore since elementary school..."
This is the most embarrassing, erotic conversation ever!
What am I supposed to do with myself in a situation like this?
Sensing my deflated reaction, Miki hastily added, as if trying to cover herself, "I-I mean, if something feels good, isn't it a waste not to do it?"
"Haaah..."
I don't know what to say. Haaah... is all I can muster.
I'm not denying it, but this isn't exactly something you just blurt out like that.
Wait, no mocking allowed here.
The key is to empathize with what girls say. Agreeing with them and making them feel like you're on their side is crucial.
I read that in some magazine somewhere.
"Don't you agree?"
"U-um, yeah, you're right... I-I understand, I do..."
"Right? I mean, you're basically masturbating like a monkey, bro."
Well...
I went out of my way to agree with her, so why is she being so harsh?
Well, she's not wrong, though.
"Um, so, actually, I have a brother, too..."
"Huh? A brother?"
I never even realized she had a brother. It was completely blindside.
I knew nothing about her family structure or anything, but a brother of all people?
"So, because of that, one day, my brother caught me masturbating by accident... He just barged into my room without even knocking... And then he used that to force me..."
Miki trailed off, as if hesitant to continue.
I found myself holding my breath, caught off guard.
Could he have threatened her into performing erotic acts...?
The masturbation talk might just be a pretext; this might be something serious after all.
Still, Miki has decided to tell me, and since we've come this far, I can't just stop listening now.
Bracing myself, I straightened my posture and urged her to continue.
"So...?"
"So... I made my older brother masturbate too."
...Huh?
"You saw me masturbating, right? He told me to show him too! At that time, I was obsessing over men's 'that' so much, so I started experimenting with my brother's 'that'."
...What?
"My older brother is just like you, a masochistic, pathetic virgin otaku. His face is decently handsome, but he's just a nerd who spends all his time watching anime, moaning and groaning. And he's a pervert who only watches AVs!"
Who would be such a masochistic, pathetic, anime-obsessed virgin guy?
Me, actually.
"So, while I was hanging out with my brother, I kinda woke up to my desires... We watched AVs together and experimented with all sorts of things. It was so much fun—orgasm control, making him obey my every word..."
Miki gazed into the distance, her eyes distant.
It's rude to interrupt her nostalgia, but there's something ominous about this...
"Then last year, when my brother went to university and moved out, he got snatched up by some sleazy bitch. She looks all innocent on the surface, but she's definitely a bitch."
Who do you think you are to say that?
"That's why I warned him. And you know what he said? 'You're just a dirty slut, you whore!' He's so full of himself now that he finally has a girlfriend. So we got into a fight—'Shut up, you early-cumming masochist dick!'—and now I can't even stand to look at him."
Hmm, what was it?
I suddenly remembered that AA saying something like, "Fights only happen between equals."
"To get caught up in something like that... it just makes everything else seem pointless. Ugh, just remembering it makes me angry. But I guess I'm kind of a sadist, huh? I just don't seem to click with guys who are all masochistic wimps like my brother."
More than just 'kind of'—I'm a full-blown sadist.
"So when someone keeps pushing me so aggressively, it just turns me off. Even if they say they want to be with me, it never feels right, and I end up thinking, 'Maybe guys just aren't for me anymore.' That's when I met Matsuri-chan and thought, 'Maybe girls are an option?' So I decided to give women a try, but..."
What the hell is this story...? Where is this even going?
Oh god, this is bad... This is really bad...
Suddenly, Miki stood up and knelt right beside me. She fixed her gaze on my face.
"That's where I met you, big brother. You're the perfect superior replacement for my actual brother. In every way—lamer, masochism, premature ejaculation, even your ejaculation volume—you're all superior..."
Superior? More like inferior, if you ask me.
I'd rather she said something like "superior in power, speed, intelligence, everything"...
"Your face even resembles Matsuri-chan's, which is entirely acceptable. In fact, I might even prefer it."
So you won't call me handsome, no matter how hard I try? Got it.
More like an inferior replacement, right?
"So... um..."
Miki twirled her hair around her fingers, hesitating awkwardly before trailing off. She then looked up at me with a coy gaze.
"Would you... be my big brother?"
"No way."
"Then my pet?"
"Isn't that a bit demeaning?"
"It's just a toy."
"Exactly, that's why it's demeaning."
Being treated worse than a pet is a bit much, even for me.
When I flatly rejected her every suggestion, Miki let out a small, petulant "Mmmph" and pouted.
What's that supposed to be? Acting spoiled?
Ah, I see. Now that I think about it, that's kind of like something my younger sister would do.
"Fine, then just be my boyfriend."
"What's with that resigned tone?"
"Wait, you don't want that?"
Of course I don't mind... but honestly, I'm more surprised than anything. And confused.
Her sudden confession has left my brain struggling to catch up. Though I guess I shouldn't have worried in the first place.
But is this really all there is to it? Miki seems to be lashing out at me and wanting to get intimate, but does that mean she genuinely likes me as a member of the opposite sex?
This whole relationship feels like a mistake...
"Still, Miki-chan, do you really feel that way about me?"
"Your answer should be a clear 'yes' or 'no'."
"Of course, I'll do it."
I considered trying to sound cool and witty, but I gave up.
Who cares about details? With a girl this cute and sexy, there's no problem at all.
Besides, there's no way I'd ever refuse.
Normally, I'd have to grovel and cling on even if she kicked me aside.
I better hurry and agree before Miki changes her mind.
When I answered immediately, Miki smiled contentedly.
"That's the man I expected. We really do make a perfect pair, don't you think?"
With that, Miki wrapped her arm tightly around mine.
From the start, her expression made it clear she was certain I'd never refuse.
She got me. What a bitch. No, long live the bitch.
"Yay! I finally got a boyfriend! And he's totally submissive to me!"
"S-submissive? Wait, 'first time'...?"
"Ah, I've always just pretended you were my boyfriend. Don't tell Matsuri-chan about this."
So that means the older man Matsuri was talking about...
"Ugh!"
Suddenly, Miki burrowed her face into my chest, pressing her soft breasts against me, and clung tightly to me.
Her hair smelled wonderful.
Miki lifted her head and kissed my cheek softly.
"Mmmfufu..."
She blew a warm breath at me with a smile so tender and melting I'd never seen anything like it before.
This is devastating. First Dere Matsuri, and now Dere Miki...
But I still can't believe it. That Miki-chan is actually my girlfriend?
Is this really okay? That such a cute girl would be my girlfriend...
"Then let's do it right now. I can't hold back anymore."
"Huh? Wait, hey...?"
Before I could even process what was happening, Miki had grabbed my hand and dragged me unceremoniously onto the bed.