"Does this look weird...?"
Kirie twirled in front of her full-length mirror.
Today, she was planning to go out with her friends.
The outfit she'd chosen was the same one she'd picked out during her shopping trip with Ryosuke last week.
A cute white blouse paired with a short denim overalls skirt—
In other words, it was exactly the outfit Ryosuke had coordinated. She resented it, but she had to admit it looked good.
She'd just been to the hairdresser, too.
When she told her regular stylist she was letting her hair down, the stylist had eagerly set to work. It was mostly just a trim, but Kirie felt her hair had a softer look than before.
"..."
A new haircut and new clothes.
She was deeply annoyed that Ryosuke was involved in both. Still, she had to admit she looked pretty good.
I'll never wear this in front of him again, though.
He's probably just getting cocky and coming to tease me again.
Ever since then, Ryosuke has been contacting Kirie frequently.
Text messages pop up on her phone regularly, but most of them are just idle chatter. She often ignores them because they're annoying, but he doesn't give up.
Even the day after she's brushed him off, he'll casually start chatting again as if nothing happened, and he interacts with her normally at school too. Every time she receives a message, his face and voice keep resurfacing in her mind.
I really wish this would stop...
And if she lets her guard down, he'll suddenly say something like—
"Want to give dating a try?"
—in the most casual tone possible.
There's no way she'd go out with him. The thought of being involved with a guy like that is utterly repulsive.
More importantly...
Even if he'd had the guts to confess in person, it would have been tolerable. But trying to get away with a one-line text message? That's what really grates on her.
So Kirie simply replies with a curt:
"No."
Still, Ryosuke didn't seem fazed at all.
"I see..."
"So..."
And just like that, he quickly changed the subject.
What an infuriating guy.
To make matters worse, the very next day, he sent another message asking to hang out, as if nothing had happened.
This is ridiculous. Absolutely not happening.
Kirie fumed inwardly, but she didn't block his messages. She couldn't understand what was going through her mind.
And today, just before she was about to leave, her phone vibrated again.
It was Ryosuke.
- Are you free today?
- Wanna go out?
Kirie sighed before replying.
- No.
- I have plans with a friend.
- Huh?
- Can I come too?
- No way.
- Forget it.
- How about next week then?
- Alone.
- Suit yourself.
- Kirizaki's so boring.
After that rapid-fire exchange, she turned off her screen.
Kirie smiled wryly and muttered under her breath, "Idiot."
Why did Ryosuke care so much about her? With his personality and looks, he could easily have his pick of girls. If he'd asked any of them out on a date like he did with Kirie last week, they'd probably all have been thrilled.
...
She felt a strange sense of bewilderment.
The events of last week came flooding back to her with unnerving clarity, yet the memory felt hazy, as if she were drifting through a dream.
In the end, it must have been fun.
Kirie reluctantly concluded this, a hint of bitterness lingering in her thoughts.
Spending time with Ryosuke was completely different from hanging out with girls. She'd never had a friend so selfishly demanding and unpredictable.
Yet it wasn't as if Ryosuke didn't care about her. In fact, his every action seemed centered around Kirie.
That freshness must have been what amused Kirie.
What if...?
What if he actually liked her? Ryosuke might have shown her so many more wonderful experiences she'd never even imagined.
If I were to date him...
Though she knew it was impossible, imagining it made her feel oddly giddy. Not exactly pleasant, but not repulsive either.
Even if that were true, I'd never actually date him.
Kirie slung the pouch she'd bought with her clothes over her shoulder and left home. Outside, another bright summer day greeted her.
*****
Then...
"Ah!"
She ran right into Kazuki.
Since their houses were so close, it was inevitable, given the timing.
"K-Kirie—"
Kirie wasn't the only one flustered. Kazuki was visibly shaken, too.
Instead of his usual bold demeanor, he looked like the slightly timid boy she knew so well.
However, her appearance was different from usual. Her hair was styled unsteadily, and she was wearing a brand-new outfit.
...Maybe she's on a date with that girl.
The thought made Kirie's heart sink heavily.
Even after being hurt like that, her feelings for him hadn't faded. It had been a one-sided love for ten years. Something like that couldn't be so easily abandoned.
Besides...
She'd hoped that with her new look, she might be able to sway Kazuki's heart.
It might not be his usual type, but with her hair down and her clothes changed, she might have looked a little cuter. Like that girl...
"Kazuki..."
He flinched back, but then, as if suddenly remembering something—yes, he had a cute girlfriend after all—he regained his pride and his expression smoothed.
The timidity from earlier vanished, replaced by an odd stubbornness.
"Sorry, I'm in a hurry. I'm going on a date with Aika at the library."
With that, he left Kirie behind and hurried away.
"...What a jerk."
Her bright mood from moments before had suddenly clouded over. She felt miserable, like she might start crying.
"Sigh..."
After waiting long enough to make sure Kazuki wouldn't catch up with her, Kirie headed to meet her friend.
*****
"Kiri-chan, your vibe has totally changed lately, right?"
"...Really?"
"Definitely!"
Kirie and her classmate were fairly close, but she'd never mentioned her feelings for Kazuki. She'd always struggled with the idea of confessing her romantic troubles to someone, hoping they'd listen to her complaints or offer solutions.
"Letting your hair down is a big deal, too! And your clothes... they make a totally different impression now."
"It's not like—"
"You look so good in that!"
"..."
I wasn't particularly happy about it.
Despite myself, I made a sour face.
"You're such a contradiction, Kiri-chan."
"Nonsense."
"It's true. You might not realize it, but I think you've changed a lot, Kiri-chan. You must have met someone special."
Suddenly, the man's face flashed into my mind, and I grimaced.
"There's no one. There's definitely no one."
My friend chuckled at my reaction.
"What?"
"Oh, nothing. It's just... that straightforward expression is actually pretty rare for you, Kiri-chan."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"You're always so guarded. But I think you might have found someone who can make you open up."
"I still don't get it."
Kirie protested, but her friend paid no mind, simply clinging to her shoulder.
"It's a shame you're not the one I'm up against."
"Alright, alright. The others are waiting, so let's hurry."
"Okay!"
Meeting Kazuki had darkened my mood, but thanks to my friend, it brightened a little.
And... belatedly, I felt genuinely happy to be complimented on my hair and clothes.
(A genuine self, huh...)
Does such a thing even exist? Even I don't fully understand my own heart. When it comes to the person I admire, I often give awkward, mismatched responses.
If a genuine self does exist, and if there's someone out there who could see it, then that person must be—
*****
"Ah... ah... ahh—"
Evening.
Ryosuke gripped Aika's hips tightly, driving himself deep inside her.
"Ugh... aah! Ryosuke-kun... I love it... I love it—!!"
Aika's breasts spilled out of her clothes, her hair plastered to her face with sweat as she trembled with pleasure. She seemed to particularly enjoy being able to see his face clearly during this position.
"Ah, ah, that's so intense—Ryosuke-kun, you're raging inside me—hnngh, ah, nnngh!"
Despite having been on a date with another guy earlier that day, Aika was completely focused on Ryosuke, trying to burn this pleasure into her very being.
"You said you loved him, didn't you? Today was fun, wasn't it?"
"–Ngh, that's not the point!"
She had simply been a little kind to this guy, and now he was taking her kindness as affection, unable to refuse his advances. They were now continuing a relationship-like thing.
Today, they had apparently studied together at the library. No hand-holding, of course, and certainly no kisses.
Kazuki, the guy she was with, apparently proposed a park date because he wanted to spend more time with Aika, but she gently declined, saying she had other plans.
She knows how to say no when she needs to.
She wanted to see Ryosuke quickly, to be held by him. In other words, for the sake of that kind of pleasure, she could be firm and decisive, refusing to be swayed.
In a way, she was an honest girl.
Ryosuke liked that part of Aika.
For the sake of pleasure, she could be as cowardly or ruthless as necessary. He thought that part of her was like him.
Of course.
Their sexual preferences were polar opposites—and that's precisely why they were so compatible.
"Get her into a love hotel and take her virginity already!"
When Ryosuke snapped at her, Aika's eyes welled up with tears.
"N-no! I can't even imagine having sex with anyone but you, Ryosuke-kun!"
"Hmm. So you don't like him, then?"
"But—!"
Aika tried to vehemently deny it, but suddenly, a forbidden glint flashed in her eyes.
She knew. She had realized what Ryosuke wanted. She instinctively understood the exact way to arouse him.
"...I don't hate him. He's... unreliable, but he's kind to me, and..."
"And? What?"
Ryosuke glared down at her with icy eyes. Though frightened, her skin trembled with sweet pleasure.
"And... I wouldn't do anything as awful as you, Ryosuke-kun... So, just for a little bit..."
"You mean you're about to fall for him?"
"..."
As Ryosuke's voice lowered and turned colder, the muscles of her vagina, clenching around his manhood, tightened with desperate need.
All of this was an act, all for her own pleasure. She wanted him to be angry with her, scold her, even mistreat her cruelly. These shameless, vulgar desires drove her.
"Huh..."
Well then, I'll give you what you want.
Ryosuke pulled back, slowly sliding his penis out of her.
"What? No! Don't pull out!"
Aika panicked at Ryosuke's unexpected action.
To think this girl is considered a proper, beautiful girl at school. It's almost laughable. In the end, Ryosuke was the only one who truly saw through her.
Sneering at Aika, Ryosuke straddled her chest.
Her pussy had brought his cock to full arousal, and now the grotesque sight of his erect penis right in front of her face made her expression melt into a pathetic, miserable grimace.
"Ah, ah..."
"He wouldn't do something so cruel, would he?"
He grabbed his cock and slapped her cheek loudly.
"Yah, Nn—"
She closed her eyes and turned her face away, but it was obvious her arousal was growing.
"Why are you running away? Go on, suck it."
"Ugh... Ah... Yes..."
Despite her despairing expression, a strange, almost joyful smile lurked deep in her eyes. How weak humans are to desire.
"R-ugh..."
With her legs pinned by Ryosuke and her hands immobilized, she strained to lift her head, her nose practically scraping against his shaft as she lovingly licked the underside.
When Ryosuke adjusted the angle of his penis with his right hand, Aika eagerly took the glans into her mouth without hesitation.
"Ah... Mmm. Nguh... Nguh..."
The swollen glans was far too large for her small mouth. Still, she vigorously moved her head back and forth, determined to please her beloved.
"Ahg... Nguh... Egh... Ugh... Kuoh... Gah..."
Her position forced the glans to rub against the mucous membrane of her upper palate, making her retch repeatedly. Yet she persisted, utterly absorbed in the act, her face radiating ecstasy.
"Hmph, I was just inside your hole moments ago. And yet, you're still sucking so greedily."
"Mmmph...—Ngh, don't say things like that... Ah, mmmph, schurur, schup, schubo. Nn...—Ngh?! Ugh, ohbuh, kuhp, kuhp, guh—mmph...!!"
Ryosuke savored the inside of Aika's mouth as he twisted his hips and reached his right hand toward her crotch.
The honeyed hole he had been thrusting into moments before. The female flesh was hot and soft, easily swallowing two fingers.
When his fingers were buried to the second knuckle, he gently bent them, dragging them against the slick walls of her flesh. Wet, lewd squelching sounds echoed: schup, schup.
"Nngh?! Fuuh, fyaah!! Ah, ah, fingers, fingers—ah, yaaah!"
"Look, your mouth's stopped."
"Ah... I'm so sorry... I can't... Ngh... Nngh... Nngh...! Hnn... Ugh... Nngh—!"
As she was punished exactly as she'd hoped, Aika wept tears of joy, completely absorbed in the moment.
The softness of her vaginal walls against his fingers. Their lewd slickness. Their writhing. He could feel how sexually aroused she was.
Ryosuke increased the pace of his finger caresses, pushing her to the brink of endurance with the pleasure. At the same time, he thrust his hips against her breasts, violating her mouth thoroughly.
The glans of his penis felt good against the slippery mucous membrane at the back of her throat.
"Guh?! Gah! Gagh!"
"He'd never do something so cruel to you, would he?"
"Ngh... Nn... Hnn... Nngh...! Nn... Nn..."
Despite the obvious strain, Aika nodded vigorously, dutifully.
This caused the glans to rub against her throat again, further intensifying Ryosuke's arousal.
Under his thigh, he felt Aika's high body temperature. Her clammy sweat. The softness of her breasts.
Ryosuke began to finish Aika off, driving her toward orgasm.
With his fingers, he accurately targeted the firm, knotted areas of her vaginal wall, applying vigorous, rapid vibrations without breaking the steady rhythm.
"Ugh, nnnk, nkuu... nubu, uuu~~! Juru, jupuu..."
Aika's body convulsed violently.
Even then, her mouth stubbornly clung to his penis—was it devotion to service, or a determination not to let the supreme pleasure about to be unleashed slip out of her mouth?
"Jubo, jubo! Nguu, oh, gubu, gupu—!!"
Ryosuke's pleasure surged to its peak. Semen surged from his scrotum, surging up his shaft, coiling, and finally bursting forth in a torrent.
Ryosuke violently ejaculated deep into Aika's throat.
"Mmph—?!"
Even as the thick, white fluid slammed into her, Aika took him deeper into her mouth, nearly choking as she swallowed it down.
"Guh, Ugh, Nngh, Slurp, Chug, Mmmf, ––! ...Hnnngh...!"
Aika's body convulsed violently.
"You actually came while swallowing my cum?"
"Hmph, Nngh, Oh...—, Hnnngh..."
After finishing his release, Ryosuke pulled his penis from her mouth. Aika, her face drenched in bodily fluids, gasped for breath—
Yet her face was still twisted into a blissful expression.