Kirie's room, though cluttered with small items, gave an overall impression of neatness.
It contained a desk, a bed, a wardrobe, and a full-length mirror.
There was no television, only a small round table.
The pink curtains, with their charming pattern, might have looked childish because she had been using this room since she was very young.
Since it was daytime, there was no need to turn on the lights, but Ryosuke doubted she was even thinking about such things.
"..."
Having dragged Ryosuke into her room, Kirie now stood motionless, facing away from him.
Even from behind, he could tell she was tense and flustered.
She must have invited him over on the spur of the moment.
Well, that's Kirie for you.
The sight of her slender shoulders trembling slightly stirred both a protective urge and a cruel impulse in Ryosuke. He wrapped his arms around her from behind.
"Y-what...? Wh-what are you doing?"
Startled by the suddenness, Kirie tried to twist away. But her resistance was half-hearted. When Ryosuke tightened his grip on her arm, her struggles quickly weakened.
"What do you mean, 'what'? You confessed to me, I invited you to my room, and now we're alone together... Do you really think I could hold back?"
"So you just... grabbed me like that? You're the worst!"
"I know. Kirizaki knew it too, right?"
"Ow, but this... This is..."
"You never thought this might happen? Really?"
"..."
Kirie's body temperature surged, and he could literally feel it against his skin.
Just as I expected. She was giving him the exact reaction he'd anticipated.
She already knew the pleasure of being touched. Even the lightest brush of his fingertips against her bare arm made her back shudder with pleasure.
But the words that tumbled out of her mouth were anything but sincere:
"H-Get away! Ugh...!"
"Kirizaki."
Ryosuke leaned his face close to Kirie's left ear and whispered,
"I want to kiss you."
"H-Huh?! ...No way! What are you saying—?"
"No?"
"N-no!"
Kirie's stiffness intensified, but so did her arousal.
"You let me do it last time."
"T-That... That was different!"
She wasn't trembling from fear. Proof of this was how her resistance continued to weaken.
Ryosuke touched Kirie's left cheek with his right hand, tracing the edge of her lips with his thumb.
"Ah—"
"I don't want to force it..."
"B-but it's too late for that—"
"Right. It is too late."
With that, he forcibly turned her face toward him and stole her lips.
"Mmph?!"
At first, Kirie reflexively tried to pull away, but when Ryosuke embraced her and gently turned her toward him, she submitted quite readily.
"Mmmph! Mmm, mmm—"
"Mmm... Kirizaki..."
"Ahh, mmm... Pah, mmm, mmmph... mmm..."
The sweet fragrance of Kirie's skin. Her soft, trembling lips. Her bewilderment. Her troubled sighs. Her hands, which had initially tried to push him away, now seemed content with simply clutching at his shirt.
Ryosuke wrapped his right arm around her shoulders, pulling her close, while his left arm firmly gripped her slender waist. Though her mind still seemed to resist, Kirie's body was twitching with pleasure, as if in acknowledgment.
The wedge Ryosuke had driven in earlier seemed to have penetrated deeper than he'd anticipated.
He briefly pulled back to look at her face.
"Kissing you, Kirizaki, is truly wonderful."
"Ugh... I'm not like that at all..."
Her physical reaction was utterly unconvincing.
Her voice trembled, thin and fragile, and her usually fierce eyes had melted into a teary, vulnerable gaze.
At that moment, Ryosuke remembered Kirie from that time she'd broken down in tears after being hurt by her crush. He recalled chasing after her then, seeing her tear-streaked face. Back then, she had vehemently denied any connection to him. Now, though still wavering between reason and desire, she returned his gaze with a pleading look.
If he were to sincerely confess his love here, she might respond. She might entrust her heart and surrender herself to him.
But...
A twisted longing also surged from the depths of his chest, a desire to savor her wavering state for just a little longer.
Even now—
If she truly disliked the kiss, she could easily turn her face away, but she doesn't. Yet she can't bring herself to take the initiative either, simply waiting for Ryosuke to take what he wants.
Despite this, she was acutely aware of her own shamefulness and fragility.
That's why her face looked so helpless.
She knew how to soothe the ache, how to quench the thirst, but her pride and reason interfered, preventing her from being honest.
"Ugh... Shito..."
I wanted to break Kirie. To take the girl who was just waiting to be filled and utterly destroy her—and then pamper her so much that she'd never be able to leave me.
"Kirizaki—"
Ryosuke kissed her again, this time deliberately rough.
"Mmm...! Mmm..."
But Kirie responded even more obediently than before. Her lips, which had been tightly shut at first, now slackened as she tried to accept him.
He nipped, bit, and caressed those sweet lips.
"Hmm... Mmm... Reu... Mmm..."
Kirie's legs finally gave out. Her knees buckled, her muscles lost their strength, and she lost her balance.
Ryosuke sensed this just in time. He adjusted his stance and gently guided her hips onto the bed.
How did this happen? How did I end up in this situation?
Slumping onto the bed, Kirie frantically searched her hazy mind for answers. Why was she in this predicament now?
All she had meant to do was tell Ryosuke her feelings. Meet him, confess her emotions, and that would be the end of it.
...Or was it?
Hadn't she been unable to even formulate an answer? What had she planned to do when she saw him? And to think she'd actually invited him into her room... She'd never even considered that possibility. Or had she? Was this the outcome she'd subconsciously desired all along?
The more Kirie thought, the more confused she became.
Yet here she was, leading Ryosuke into her empty home, deliberately putting herself in a situation where they were alone together.
And then he embraced her, kissed her...
I... I...
Desperately fighting back the urge to burst into tears, she mustered every ounce of her willpower to meet Ryosuke's gaze.
Then, another kiss descended.
Kirie sat perched on the edge of the bed as Ryosuke leaned forward from his standing position, his face drawing closer to hers.
"Mmm..."
This time, the kiss was gentler than before. Unlike the slightly rough one earlier, it was the kind of kiss lovers share, as if soothing Kirie's turbulent heart.
"Mmm, mnn...h..."
Without realizing it, Kirie tilted her head back, lifting her chin to meet Ryosuke's kiss.
No... This... this is wrong...
With his hand supporting her shoulder, their lips met again and again.
Just the kiss... Just the kiss is fine...
That's right. This wasn't her first kiss. At their age, this kind of thing wasn't particularly unusual. It wouldn't be a sin to indulge in this pleasure, just a little.
"Mmm. Mmm..."
Once she surrendered, there was nothing more pleasurable than this. Ryosuke kissed her the way Kirie wanted to be kissed. When she started to run out of breath, he would pull back slightly before bringing their lips together again before she felt lonely.
A constant stream of pleasure flowed from his lips and the shoulder he was touching. His large, calloused palm. His long fingers.
These were the hands she had seen in her illusions over and over since that day—
"Kirizaki, I'm going to touch you."
He said it in a gentle voice, but Kirie couldn't immediately grasp his meaning.
But when his hand left her shoulder and settled on her breast, she finally snapped back to reality.
"Ah... ah..."
Normally, she should have been resisting with all her might. A kiss was one thing, but she had never intended to let things go this far.
Yet instead of fleeing, Kirie remained motionless, her hands still pressed against the wall behind her, utterly passive.
No... no way...
A man was groping her breasts. This was entirely new territory for her.
It felt completely different from touching herself. That much was obvious. When she experimented with self-pleasuring, even if she pinched and squeezed her breasts playfully, it never stirred anything.
Except during masturbation—
Only during that newly learned, lewd act could her own fingers bring her pleasure, a desperate measure to calm her heated body. In that moment, it felt as if her hand had transformed into someone else's.
Rubbing, poking, pinching.
I thought that was all there was to pleasure. I was convinced.
But I was wrong.
She was wearing a blouse, a thin camisole, and a bra underneath. Yet even through all that fabric, his hands exploring her body sent waves of indescribable, intense desire surging through her.
It was terrifying.
I didn't know what was happening, what he was going to do—how frightening.
"Ah, no..."
Yet I couldn't help but anticipate it.
Could he possibly give me more pleasure than... that?
Kirie offered no resistance, simply staring transfixed at her breasts, watching them change shape beneath her.
Ryosuke knelt before her. Their eyes were level now. How embarrassing. I couldn't look him in the eye—yet I couldn't help but do exactly that.
They say your face might catch fire from embarrassment, but under Ryosuke's gaze, Kirie's face burns so hot she feels like she might get burned.
Ryosuke smiles faintly, tilts his head, and leans in to kiss her. Kirie closes her eyes tightly and responds. This way, they don't have to press their faces together. At least she doesn't have to be embarrassed.
"Mmm... hm, hup... nnn, nnn..."
Ryosuke is surprisingly good at kissing, and Kirie hates him for it. But she can't resist, and the pathetic sound of her moans makes her feel even worse.
Meanwhile, Ryosuke's hands continue their skilled caresses. Even through her clothes, his thumb finds her nipples with pinpoint accuracy, rubbing them gently.
"Ah! Nyaah—! Nn!"
Trying to hide her embarrassing noises, she instinctively seeks his lips... only to be melted by his kisses and driven higher by his caresses.
I desperately braced myself with both arms, barely keeping from falling backward, clutching the sheets tightly. My hands were drenched in sweat.
Suddenly, Ryosuke's fingers fumbled with the buttons on my blouse. He began unbuttoning them, starting from the top.
"Hey! N-no, don't do that..."
Panicking, I grabbed both of his wrists.
"Why?"
"W-why do you need a reason...?"
I thought, "Do you really need a reason to refuse?" But I couldn't form another word.
Instead, I glanced around and blurted out, "Th-the curtains... they're open..."
"Ah."
Ryosuke smoothly stood up and walked to the window, drawing the curtains shut. The bright room instantly dimmed. Then, seeing the familiar pink pattern on the curtains, I belatedly realized, Oh, this is my room...
Through the window, now revealed by the drawn curtains, Kirie could see Kazuki's house.
The boy she'd harbored a one-sided crush on for ages—or rather, the house of her childhood friend, whom Kirie stubbornly believed returned her feelings.
What's he doing right now?
Is he at home, or is he out with his girlfriend?
Meanwhile, she was...
Locked in a room with a boy she'd always hated, about to be stripped of her clothes—
A beep interrupted Kirie's thoughts.
"Huh?"
"Sorry. It's hot. I turned on the AC."
It was the sound of Ryosuke turning on the air conditioning. Right... Considering what they were about to do, she wouldn't have been able to bear it without the cold air. She was already drenched in sweat. The hair sticking to her face felt gross—
Then, Ryosuke, still kneeling before her, gently brushed the hair from her face.
"So Kirizaki, it was hot for you too, huh?"
"Yeah..."
"Sorry, sorry."
Ryosuke's face was also glistening with sweat.
"Shito... you're sweating too, aren't you?"
"What do you think I am, made of stone?"
The smiling face before me was the usual Ryosuke. My fear eased slightly.
"It's hot, and I'm excited. Of course I'm sweating."
With that, Ryosuke resumed undressing me.
"N-no... Ah, it's so embarrassing..."
"I closed the curtains. No one's watching."
"S-someone is watching—!"
"Well, I am, obviously."
I never realized being stripped by someone else could be this humiliating. But I couldn't refuse—because I was anticipating what would happen next. Ryosuke's delicate fingers... I found myself thinking, How beautiful, a thought completely out of place in this situation.
Ryosuke deftly unbuttoned her shirt, then gripped the hem of her camisole and smoothly pulled it up.
"Ah, stop—"
Her protests were utterly lacking in conviction, and Ryosuke paid them no heed, easily exposing Kirie's chest.
"Ah, ah—"
She hadn't intended to show anyone today, but she felt a faint sense of relief, almost subconsciously, that she was wearing her favorite bra.
But how was Ryosuke seeing her? Would he think it was strange? Too flashy? Indecent? Would he judge her that way?
She was being watched.
By a male classmate, so close, seeing her chest in just her underwear.
Even a figure that might be envied among her peers might look different to the opposite sex. If there was something disappointing about her...
Kirie's thoughts trailed off, leaving her feeling confused again.
No, that's wrong.
Getting disappointed would actually be better.
I never intended for things to go this far with Ryosuke. If he were to be disappointed now and stop what he's doing, that would be ideal. My pride might be hurt, but that would actually be better for me...
"Ah, don't stare so intensely..."
"Sorry. I got lost in thought... Would you be mad if I said that?"
"Mad!"
"Haha. So I'm sorry. ...Then again, I'm going to touch you again."
Ryosuke lifted Kirie's heavy breasts with both hands. He kneaded them through her underwear, his fingers sinking into her pale, round skin. This time, it wasn't just through her clothes—their skin was touching.
"Mmm... Nngh..."
Unable to escape the kiss, Kirie pressed the back of her hand against her mouth, desperately stifling the moans trying to escape.
The air conditioning kicked in.
Yet the core of her body only grew hotter.
She realized this was what she had wanted. She understood.
To be in such a humiliating position, showing her underwear and skin. She was even sweating, and now she remembered her room was a mess.
And this bed...
Here, Kirie had been violated every night by those hands, driven to lewd climaxes.
Those hands—
Now they were real, touching her skin.
That hand belonged to no one; it was merely a hallucination born of my delusions, a fleeting illusion created solely to satisfy my desires. I should have known from the start that such sophistry would never work, but now I've realized it again.
Shito's... hand...!
Though my thoughts were in turmoil, my body was utterly consumed by pleasure. It was that hand—the one I'd craved since that day. Undeniably real. Compared to this, those illusions...
"Ah, ngh... Aah—ah!"
Whenever I tried to suppress my cries, the pent-up ecstasy exploded within me, making my spine and hips shudder. When I finally opened my mouth to release the sensation, a sigh sweeter than anything I'd ever uttered escaped my lips.
And Ryosuke was watching every movement, hearing every sound, touching every inch of me.
I can't... My mind is going to...!
Shame and ecstasy spilled out of me uncontrollably.
"Kirizaki, I'm going to take this off too."
Excitement colored Ryosuke's voice. He yanked Kirie's bra aside without asking, exposing her breasts.
"Ah!"
Her large breasts bounced and settled against the band of her bra, their tips pointing toward Ryosuke, stiff and erect with embarrassing prominence.
"N-no, ah, ah—!"
A wave of maximum humiliation washed over her. But quickly, a pleasure that drowned out the shame followed.
Ryosuke's thumbs simultaneously brushed her nipples. He lifted and held her breasts steady, applying the lightest touch as he rubbed them. An electric current instantly shot through her.
"Ngh, ha, ah—?!"
She jerked backward involuntarily. The movement thrust her chest even closer to Ryosuke, leaving her unripe erogenous zones completely vulnerable to his ministrations.
He traced the outline of her areola, then rubbed upward along her erect nipple from base to tip, finally pinching and twisting the glans between his fingertips. The electric tension stored in her nipple exploded as his fingers crushed it, shooting through her entire body.
"Ugh?! Nnnngh?! Ah, ah, ah—?!"
The pleasure was overwhelming, making it impossible to remain still. Though she had calmed down after sitting on the bed, her hips began to thrash, her back arching and twisting as she lost all control.
Even she was startled by the loudness of her moans. They might be audible outside the window. The thought made her press her palms against her cheeks even harder.
"Phew... Mmm?! Mmmf?!"
But the option of stopping the caresses had vanished from Kirie's mind. Whenever the thought threatened to surface, it was instantly swept away by waves of pleasure.
It feels so good, so good, so good—
She was terrified her body might fly apart. She was ashamed of exposing herself so wantonly before Ryosuke.
But...
"Ah! No, no—! Wait, wait...! Mmm, mmm, mmmf?!"
The relentless, rhythmic stimulation drove her body and mind into chaos.
He rolled her over. He stroked her. He pinned her down.
Building her up, squeezing her—
"I—! Ah, ah, aahhh?!"
Sparks seemed to fly in Kirie's mind. A tingling pleasure shot through her, sending her consciousness soaring. Just as she was about to climax from nipple stimulation alone, Ryosuke latched onto her left nipple.
"Huh? Ahh—?!"
Before she could process what was happening, the pleasure exploded. A shudder ran down her spine as her body convulsed in orgasm, her muscles tensing and heat pooling in her lower abdomen.
In sync with her physical reaction, Ryosuke bit down on her nipple, sucking hard on her erect peak with wet smacking sounds.
"Ahhhh! Hiiu! Ah, ah, ahhn—!"
With a sudden, violent arch of her back, Kirie experienced the most intense climax of her life.
"Ah... ah... aahh..."
Tears mixed with her heated breath as an unprecedented sense of fulfillment spread through her chest.