"Kotaro, is there anywhere you'd like to go?"
After spending a generous amount of time together in Misaki's room, we were lying side by side on the bed, basking in our happiness. Misaki, with her face nestled against Kotaro's chest, suddenly asked:
"Somewhere you'd like to go?"
"Yeah, yeah. Um, well, you know, like a date?"
Despite being completely naked and cuddling, Misaki's cheeks flushed faintly with embarrassment. Our relationship had skipped so many traditional stages that these adorable contradictions occasionally peeked through.
"Hmm... Oh, right, we're still keeping this from the Social Welfare Research Society, aren't we?"
"Ugh... Yeah, that's right..."
The area around the university was densely populated with college students like ourselves. Unless we ventured somewhere considerably out of the way, we'd almost certainly run into classmates. If we carelessly chose a date spot, we couldn't rule out bumping into members of the Social Welfare Research Society.
"Sorry I'm always imposing on you."
"You promised you wouldn't say that."
We exchanged the same banter we always did after drinking sessions, and we chuckled. Misaki gently stroked Kotaro's chest, humming, then inexplicably licked his nipple.
"Ugh... Huh?"
"Kotaro, you always make such cute reactions."
"I can't win against you, Misaki-senpai."
"W-wait, damn it! You can't just touch my butt! Seriously, please stop! You'll make me laugh!"
Her surrender was sincere, yet it only stoked his desire.
"But you're right... If I don't tell everyone properly, I can't walk proudly in the sun."
"Was our love really that socially unequal?"
"Well, there's the height difference, though..."
"Hey! What was that for?!"
"That was 100% a wrongful accusation, right?!"
When we were alone, I usually tried not to tease Misaki about her height, but she deliberately provoked me this time. Her knack for walking straight into her own landmines was as strong as ever.
"I actually love your smallness, Misaki-senpai. You're cute, and when we're doing it, I feel like I can completely wrap my arms around you."
"...That completely immobilizes me, you know."
"Does that bother you?"
"...Not exactly, but... I feel it so intensely that I might start making weird noises."
"..."
"Don't make it so big, you idiot...!"
Misaki whispered, sounding like she was about to cry, and began stroking my rapidly swelling erection. Within minutes, without another word, we were about to entangle again.
"Uh, if that's the case... Ah!"
As I gently stroked the valley between Misaki's rounded buttocks, an idea suddenly struck me. Misaki, already primed for arousal, looked up at me with a dazed "Huh?" and a glazed expression. I fought hard to resist the urge to pounce on her and instead continued the conversation.
"What do you think about... Misaki-senpai coming to my room?"
The words slipped out, and I felt a twinge of embarrassment. Misaki blinked her kitten-like eyes, playfully tugged at her long fringe, and nuzzled her forehead against Kotaro's chest. It was... well, it was just plain adorable.
"...Mmm, I'll go. When should we do it? Kotaro, could you grab my phone for me... Ah, stop it..."
As I handed Misaki her phone, the hand that had been caressing her buttocks slid down to her crotch. Wet, lewd sounds echoed—schlick, schlick—and the thick, musky scent of a woman's arousal filled the futon.
"Um, how about around here? Ugh..."
"Ah, mm, yeah, that day... I was there too... Ah, ahnn, oh..."
With smartphones in hand, they groped each other's genitals with their free hands. Gasping for breath, they finalized their plans and lined their phones on the pillow. Kotaro swiftly moved on top of Misaki, who averted her face as she spread her legs. Her sidelong glance made it clear she was in heat.
"Haaah..."
As his erect cock penetrated her slick, glistening folds, Misaki exposed her pale throat and trembled violently.
*****
Later...
During Golden Week, Kotaro and Misaki decided to meet secretly. Kotaro's student dormitory was exclusively for men. While not strictly managed, women walking around the dormitory during the day would still attract attention. They planned to meet during the evening, when university students from circles, clubs, and research labs would be returning home after dinner.
(Misaki-senpai... at my house...!)
Despite this being their third time alone in his room, Kotaro was still intensely nervous. He'd always felt butterflies when he was in Misaki's room, but having her come to his room filled him with a different kind of anxious anticipation. Naturally, Misaki was planning to stay overnight and had mentioned bringing her overnight set. The thought that his room would soon be permeated with his girlfriend's presence made him swallow hard.
Still not here yet?
He waited for Misaki in front of the dormitory entrance. The area, lined with student dormitories, was very quiet, and he could see the lights coming on one by one in the rooms of the building across the street.
Come on, Senpai, hurry up... he thought, when a small figure on a bicycle wobbled into view. Even from the silhouette, she looked adorable.
"Hey, Kotaro."
"Hello, Misaki-senpai."
We exchanged greetings under the streetlight. Misaki was wearing a dress with a knit parka draped over her shoulders.
"Hmm? What's wrong, Kotaro? Staring off into space again?"
"Yes."
"Ugh...!"
Misaki flashed me a mischievous grin, and my senior, her boyfriend, flushed crimson. I regretted answering so quickly, but Misaki's reaction was so adorable that I decided it was worth it.
"Shall we go, then? Misaki-senpai? What's wrong?"
As we were about to enter the student dormitory, Misaki playfully tugged at my sleeve.
"Kotaro... aren't you getting more and more shameless? That's so unfair—seriously, it's outrageous!"
She glared at me, cheeks flushed, a petulant expression on her face.
I might faint.
I wonder if Misaki-senpai would let me use her lap as a pillow if I fainted... The thought crossed my mind just as I realized, Yeah, I'm definitely becoming more selfish.
"Isn't it time you opened up a little more, Misaki-senpai?"
When I tried it out, Misaki blinked rapidly, then beckoned me closer. Wondering what she wanted, I leaned in, and she stood on tiptoe, pressing her lips to my ear.
"I was really, really looking forward to coming to your room, Kotaro."
"..."
"Hey! What's wrong, Kotaro?!"
Hearing her whisper her genuine feelings, I felt all the bones in my body melt, and I collapsed into a heap.
*****
"Phew... So this is the dormitory..."
As we stepped inside, Misaki looked around nervously. She's acting like a grade schooler visiting a museum for the first time, I thought, but I kept it to myself, knowing she'd definitely get mad if I said it out loud.
"My room is on the third floor. Let's go."
"Okay. It's pretty old, though..."
"Right. I hear the women's dormitory is a bit cleaner."
Even though they're both student dormitories, the men's and women's quarters look completely different. I've heard the facilities inside aren't that different, but just looking at the exterior, the men's dormitory looks at least 30 years older.
"Did you not live in the women's dormitory, Misaki-senpai?"
"No, I've lived in this apartment since I started university. Megumi and a few other girlfriends would come over sometimes, along with some members of the Social Welfare Research Society for drinking parties..."
As we climbed the stairs, Misaki mumbled something adorably incoherently. I think she was trying to say something like, "I never thought the day would come when I'd bring a man here..." The thought made me intensely embarrassed.
"S-so that's how it is... ahem..."
Pretending to be calm, I glanced back diagonally and caught a glimpse of a deep cleavage peeking out from Misaki's dress.
"Huh? You can see up from here, huh? You little pervert... no, you shameless exhibitionist!"
"Hey, I can't help it! I'm a guy!"
Kotaro raised his voice in protest, his words echoing woan... down the four-story staircase. Oh no! That voice just carried into the rooms!
"Ugh... the walls in this dorm are so thin."
"Really?"
"Yeah! So... did you hear me just now?!"
Misaki lifted her dress collar, widening the cleavage on display. Kotaro's voice cracked, his high-pitched yelp echoing woan woan down the stairs.
"Kotaro, you're so easy to read. You're such a sweetie."
"..."
Misaki grinned, thrusting her cleavage even more provocatively at him.
"...Misaki-senpai. You're incredibly cute when you're teasing me, but this prank makes you look like a real tease..."
"Hmm? ..."
Misaki glanced down at her cleavage, then met Kotaro's eyes.
"Wha—?!"
After a few seconds, she suddenly calmed down, her face flushing crimson as she quickly covered herself. Now it was Hamster-senpai's voice echoing in the background, sounding increasingly urgent. We were about to get scolded.
"...Ugh, I always lose myself when I'm teasing Kotaro..."
"If you're only showing this to me, I'd let you do anything."
"...You were so innocent when we first met..."
"It hasn't even been a month since we met, though!"
"...What on earth changed you so much?"
"Could there be any other reason besides Misaki-senpai?" Misaki asked, deliberately adopting a sharp and unnecessary tone.
Hamster-senpai answered with a serious expression. His face suddenly flushed crimson.
"I see... So I'm the one who turned Kotaro into such a cruel, bespectacled monster..."
"That nickname... it makes me think of someone using long needles for assassinations. I don't like it."
Imagining a continental assassin as we climbed to the third floor...
"Ah, Misaki-senpai."
"What? You want to ogle my cleavage again?"
"That can wait. I'll spend two hours staring at it later, no problem."
"Are you aware of what you just said?"
Misaki, having been outwitted, pouted adorably, puffing out her cheeks and playfully thumping my chest. Her cuteness nearly made me collapse, but I managed to glance out onto the landing.
"The hallway faces the outside. You might want to crouch down while moving, Misaki-senpai."
"I see, so I'm short, so it's easy for me to crouch... huh? What was that?!"
"Senior Misaki, you're being too loud...!"
I hurriedly covered her small mouth. Even with it covered, she continued to mutter. How cute. She probably wants to wear a dress considered formal attire for women in Hawaii, right? She'd definitely look stunning in it.
"In my class, someone brought a girl back to the dorm, and apparently classmates saw them from outside. Later, I saw them getting mercilessly teased. And I heard a lot of freshmen joined the Social Welfare Research Society too. So, you know..."
"...I'll listen to what you have to say, so you don't need to go this far."
"Ah."
Before I knew it, my hand had slipped from Misaki's mouth, and I was holding her in a tight embrace, gently stroking her hair. I was caressing her with fluid tenderness.
Misaki muttered awkwardly, "Seriously, you perverted, sleazy, glasses-wearing creep..."
"My nickname keeps getting more embarrassing..."
Misaki pouted adorably, and Kotaro smiled wryly.
"Fine, I'll just hunch over and shuffle along, then, okay?"
"If you don't want to, I'll make you sit on the cart in a kneeling position."
"What kind of surreal image is that?!"
I can almost hear the Donna Dona song playing in the background.
If we keep talking here, the residents of the rooms near the stairs might come out. We stopped bickering and Misaki bent forward at the waist. She gripped the back pocket of Kotaro's jeans tightly.
She looks kind of like Hamster-senpai now... How cute.
As I was getting all warm and fuzzy...
"...Hey, you were just thinking I looked like a hamster, weren't you?"
"Ugh?!"
She'd seen right through me. My face suddenly burned hot.
"I-I'm sorry! I was thinking you looked like a hamster and it was cute!"
"Ugh?!"
Now it was Misaki's turn to turn beet red.
"Come on, let's go...!"
Footsteps echoed down the stairs, clack, clack. The sound reverberated, making it hard to pinpoint the exact location, but if they stayed put, they might run into whoever it was.
"Okay, Misaki-senpai, let's go!"
"O-oh!"
Kotaro moved as naturally as possible, yet quickly. Misaki grabbed his pocket and scurried after him, her hunched posture making her look even more like a hamster. He wanted to film it and send the video to Megumi.
Despite their lengthy exchange in the hallway, they reached the room in less than ten seconds.
"...Man, I'm exhausted..."
"We talked too much, didn't we? Well, it's a tight space, but here you go."
"O-oh."
As soon as he opened the door, Misaki suddenly tensed and straightened up. Realizing she'd been visible from outside, she darted into the entrance like a startled rabbit. She's so cute..., Kotaro thought as he surveyed the area. After confirming no one had seen them, he entered his room.