April is nearing its end, and Golden Week is coming soon.
The rush of the new semester has eased up a little.
Looking back, I realize there were many troublesome things during the new semester, such as being rushed into preparations for the entrance ceremony right after entering the second year, being appointed chairperson of the disciplinary committee through a class lottery, or discovering a friend’s girlfriend was cheating.
「Damn, that Fumika!」
By the way, my friend’s cheating problem hasn’t been resolved yet.
「Ryougo! Ayaka’s horrible, isn’t she?」
「Well, you’re at fault too」
After all, while he had a girlfriend, he went to a group date with girls from other schools during school break and took home some of the girls he got close to. You reap what you sow. Logic don’t often hold up well against people when the other party are also bad.
Even though both of them found out about the affair, they still aren’t breaking up. This world is full of mystery.
Even so, Romance is a real hassle.
I guess we can say that entering high school is a rite of passage. This handsome, playboy asshole, the holy trinity, Seki Ayato,, Made me think about various things.
ーWhat even is genuine romance?
Recently, I start to think about the standard progression, liking someone, asking them out to a date, then confessing, that’s the immature ideal.
The weather outside the classroom feels nice. Cherry blossom petals are dancing with the wind.
This was also the same day I made my promise to Mio, more than ten years ago. That’s also why spring is the season where I have the most beautiful memories.
Even so, taking the backlash from other people’s petty arguments left me feeling gloomy.
Seriously, why am I hanging out with Ayato?
I sighed out.
「I mean…」
Ayato lowers his voice.
「Ryougo, do you know the rumors about Shibayama?」
Shibayama, he’s talking about the girl in the 2-C Class as him, Shibayama Ichika.
I said “Oh”, and looked at her seat. It’s been empty since this morning.
「She’s suspended, isn’t she?」
I replied back indifferently, but Ayato speaks in hush tone saying “As for the reason why…”
「The reason she got suspended was because she was sugar dating」
「Hmm? So that’s the rumor?」
「Well, I heard that from the girls so I’d say the credibility is uncertain, but it seems real. It’s said that she was with a man in a suit in the hotel district」
「Seriously? That Shibayama?」
Shibayama had that image of being pure and stiff. That’s exactly why she’s popular with the guys in the class, there were even some who confessed and got rejected.
Moreover, if you ask her the reason, she would respond something sincere like “I already have someone I like “
And so, I just assumed that she just had some kind of normal romance based on what I consider sensible,.
And yet, sugar daddy.
「Unbelievable」
It might be a rumor but she got suspended for a reason.
If there’s smoke, there’s fireーNo, perhaps someone hates Shibayama enough that they started spreading out those rumors.
「You haven’t heard the details from the teachers?」
「Huh? Why would I?」
「I mean, you’re the head of the disciplinary committee, the demon who silences even crying children」
Ayato says full of sarcasm, I got a little annoyed.
Just then, I hear a man’s voice in the back of my earー
『You don’t have to try that hard. Nobody’s motivated here, just take it easy』
A faint murmur remains deep in my chest, and I became calm.
「Ryougo? What’s up?」
Ayato looked at me suspicious.
「My bad, I was spacing out. What is it again?」
「So, about Shibayama. You’re the head of the disciplinary committee, you must know something」
「That’s unrelated. We may be the disciplinary committee, but we don’t touch personal matters
I said it sounding uninterested and Ayato seem to have lost interest, he stood up saying “Okay”,
I think it’s stupid.]
Of course I’m also interested in the opposite sex, and there’s a girl I like.
And so, I don’t mean it when I say that every male-female relationship is worthless. It’s a matter of the degree. If it’s proper romance, that’s fine, but if it’s sugar dating, or playboys like Ayato, and his slutty girlfriend who cares about giving up their virginity and bragging about their partner countー
When sex gets involved, I always think that something beautiful is getting tainted.
I’m not a germophobe, but I don’t really understand why they talk about it openly. Even such trivial rumors are consumed as entertainmentー
Then, I looked at Shibayama’s desk one more time.
『Hey, are you listening? ー Oh I like that song too, it’s so good!』
ーno girl would casually approach and talk to you like that.
What is Shibayama doing at her home right now?
No way, butー
『Fufu♪I got suspended because of papa♪』
『Man, my bad』
『Since my parent’s aren’t here right now, we can stay together the whole night, right?♡』
『You’re a naughty girl, Ichika』
『Fufu ー Then, let’s wash up in the bath, Pa-Pa♡』
ーNo, wait, no no, Shibayama couldn’t possibly…
The worst image came out from my thoughts.
「Ryougo, sorry! That rumor might be fake!」
Ayato came back making a fuss.
「And so, the next classーhuh, why are you blushing」
「No, I’m relieved that it’s a baseless rumor」
「Huh, you get red when relieved? Weird」
I don’t want to hear that from youーeven so, I do feel weird recently. The reason is, somehow, I started daydreaming more often and sudden
I keep playing images that don’t exist in my mind, and it leads to self-loathing every time, even though it has become a predictable pattern, there’s no way to fix it.
…Damn, why do I keep getting these fantasies? Am I frustrated?
Having delusion where the steering wheel goes to the lewd direction is the worst.
Lately, my attention tends to be drawn to that side, it makes me feel sick about myself.
There’s someone I don’t want to know this side of me, she’sー
† † †
「ーOh, Ryou-chan! Let’s head home together」
「Oh, yeah, what about your club?」
「It’s a day off!」
After school, and someone called me out as I left the classroom.
Leaning on the hallway waiting for me is Segawa Mio. She’s a childhood friend I’ve known for more than ten years, and she lives in our neighborhood.
She bounced off the wall and her half-short hair fluttered softly. A beautiful like visible from her ear down to the chin and along the nape of her neck.
Then, her usual cute smileーAbsolutely perfect. It wasn’t just my eyes caught by her. Even the men passing by couldn’t help but take a look back
「Hmm? What’s wrong, Ryou-chan?」
「Oh, nothing, want to head back together?」
「Yeah!」
Even her own childhood friend get mesmerized by her.
ーMio’s the perfect beautiful heroine everyone recognizes.
She’s cute, she looks like a celebrity, I want to date herーThose are the words I hear from others.
She looks wonderful, and her personality is great too. Just walking with her makes me feel superior.
She’s the one I like.
I haven’t expressed my feelings yet, but I think I’ll be able to do it soon.
We left the exit while thinking about trivial matters.
「The sun feels warm, it’s nice. ーOh! The cherry blossoms are dancing!」
Mio spreads her hands innocently, exclaiming “Waa” and walked through the scattering cherry blossoms, feeling delighted. Watching her feels my heart is being washed clean.
ーMio’s always like this, enjoying what she sees and talks about it.
Thinking about it, I’ve never seen her in a bad mood. Even if it exists, maybe neither I nor those around me see it.
「Hey, did you know?」
「Hmm?」
「The meaning of cherry blossoms is “Purity” and “The Beauty of Mind” they say」
I replied with a wry smile.
「I heard that a million times. That’s the origin of your name, isn’t it, Mio?」
「Ehehe, you figured it out?」
「That’s not even a question, you say that every spring…」
「I mean, Ryou-chan might forget about it」
They say that the name reflects the person, but Mio grew up exactly as the image of the flower language suggested.
Sometimes she says that to tease me, but there’s no malice in it. Is that why every time she smiles mischievously, my heart stirs up. And even now, they are restless.
I walked slowly at Mio’s pace.
I see her beautiful profile. Ayato told me that since we were childhood friends, I must be used to it, but that’s not true. Rather, Mio’s becoming more and more beautiful, it’s so much that I hesitate to look straight into her face.
Then, when I look down, those big breasts of hers sway up and downーAh, I can’t.
I looked away from Mio’s breasts in panic.
Mio herself is quite concerned with the size of her chest.
She says that she gets heated stares from the boys during gym class, and she puts on long sleeves in the summerー
『Uhm, what are your thoughts about girls with big breasts?』
Last year, Mio brought up the subject to me and I was flustered.
At that time, I didn’t say that it was the best. I remember casually saying “I don’t think much about it,” pretending to be uninterested.
However, I’m sure the size just went up compared to last time.
I’m estimating they’re G, no H by now.
She did mention that 『The size goes up every year』
If there’s no limit, in ten years she would have R-Cups.
No way that would happenーbut what I mean is, Mio’s got the potential to grow even more.
Of course, Mio’s worried about it so I don’t look at her that way. Knowing that, my gaze still inevitably falls to her breasts.
In times like these, there’s a phrase I repeat in my mind.
I’m different from Ayato, different from Ayato, different fromー
That way, remembering the faces of those close, and ruined relationships, chanting like it’s a mantra, I managed to resist my inner afflictions.
「Speaking of which」
Then, Mio changed topics.
「Ryou-chan, how have you been doing with the morals committee?」
「huh? I mean…I guess it’s pretty normal?」
「Geez, that’s all you say. Normal…sometimes, I want to hear stories that aren’t normal」
「So you say, but…」
I’m troubled.
The activities of the morals committee isn’t that interesting. After all, I haven’t done anything.
Recently, I only manage to write about one page of our activity plan. Just changed the names of the chairman and vice-chair, the contents were the same as last year, then submitted it. Besides, most of them are just in form, no one checks the contents.
What’s left is tidying up the morals committee room as the teacher asked. We decided to do it later, but it remains untouched.
「Yeah, there’s nothing at all」
Mio laughed awkwardly and tilts her head, saying “Really?”
「Sorry to not meet your expectations, actually, we haven’t done anything」
「Is that so? You’ve become the head of the committee so why not try something?」
「No, nobody wanted to become the chairman so I had no choice but to accept it」
「Then, Ryou-chan did great」
Mio smiled.
That unguarded and pure smile made my heart race.
「Really, which part?」
「I mean, you took on something nobody wanted to」
「If I handn’t done that, we won’t make progress…」
I said it confidently and Mio puts on a wonderful smile.
「What’s important is that Ryo-chan is working and what you gain from there」
My heart shook. It feels like the fog has been cleared and my vision became bright.
What I do there and what I gain from it?
Mio probably wants to tell us that it’s not just the morals committee, but depending on how hard I work, the boring daily life and the future ahead will change.
Mio’s words gave me the push.
She views things positively and guide me to the right direction.
It makes me realize how wonderful she is.
That’s got to be it. These words come out naturally.
「Then, I’ll put on a bit more effort」
Just as I said that, Mio nods happily.
「Yeah! Keep up the good work! Do your best! Ryo-chan!」
And then, she looked up at the sky.
「If Ryo-chan’s going to do his best, I’ll have to cheer you on. Is there anything I can do…」
That sentence caused emotions buried deep inside to suddenly overflow.
「Then, Mio, go out with mー」
「Oh! Ryo-chan, come with me!」
「Huh?」
A confession from Mio-chan at this momentーNo way.
「There’s a place I want to go to」
There’s only one place she wants to stop by.
I frowned for a moment, but I immediately switched to a smile.
「Ah, yeah, the usual place?」
「Yeah, the usual place! Let’s go!」
Mio walks out bouncing.
I watched her back, and followed while having a strained smile.
† † †
「Lord, please guide Ryo-chan」
Light passed through the stained glass fell on the floor of the chapel.
The cross is silent. Mio, who kneeled before it, exudes a sense of divinity.
I kneel, imitating her, taking a prayer pose just for the show.
「May he be able to discern what is right or wrong through the activities of the morals committee. May Ryo-chan have the power to choose what is right」
I mentally joke that the morals committee isn’t a super hero group.
Mio’s prayers continued.
「If he were to stumble, please offer him your gentle support. Also, Ryo-chan has a sensitive stomach, please keep them warm. Also, please fix his forgetfulness. If possible, take care of his morning bedhead a little more. Alsoー」
I feel like mother had possessed her on the second half. Furthermore, why rely on God on that?
「Also, please, always keep him good」
Too generic. You’re troubling god.
While I was poking fun at Mio’s prayer(?), I let out a sigh.
ーOnly a few years ago, this Seigyou Academy was a girl’s school named Seigyou Girl’s Academy.
There’s a rumor that hey became co-ed as the result of the declining brithrate, but the truth remains unclear.
However, even after becoming co-ed, the spirit of the founding and this chapel had remained.
And so, this is mission related. However, you’re not forced to have faith. In reality, most of the students and staff don’t have faith.
Among them were guys like Seki Ayato who are basically romance liberal playboys.
Apparently, there are countries where the crime of adultery could result in death, and if they were born there, they would be executed a hundred times. That guy would definitely tell that Jesus is a no.
As for Mio, her perspective awakened to the faith after she started school.
Of course, I don’t think that’s bad. Rather, a pure and lovely girl’s heart is further refined by faith, I think that’s wonderful.
However, honestly, I’m not good with this kind of solemn mood.
I want to tell her how I feel, to get a little closerーbut it feels like those feelings are getting pushed away somewhere. When I feel that way, maybe my feelings, my love when I was a child have become a little impure.
「ーAmen, Phew」
Mio lets out a small sigh and looked back a tme.
「I’m done. How were my prayers?」
「You sound like a nun. Somehow, my body feels leaner. I’ll have to work hard now」
Mio lets out a small chuckle.
「Ryo-chan will be fine」
She clenched a small fist to my chest and smiled brightly.
「God and I are watching over Ryo-chan!」
「T-Thanks」
Honestly, I don’t care about god.
「Then, how about we head to the morals committee room? I’ll make a plan」
「Yeah! Good luck! Ryo-chan! I believe you’ll do your best!」
† † †
After leaving the chapel and parting with Mio, I headed back to school.
On the way, I noticed under the shadow of the school building a couple leaning close together.
After confirming that nobody’s coming, the man gently touched the girl’s cheek, and they eventually quietly kissed. Again, and again.
Hey, don’t do that in public.
Swallowing my inner retort, the devil inside me cilcked his tongue.
If only I could do that with Mio.
『Haa, haa, Ryo-chan, kiss me more』
『My breath won’t last…also, what if someone finds us』
『It’s alright, nobody walks here』
『I guess…』
『And so, let’s kiss more』
Mio’s lips fell to my neck. Her soft, warm, a little moist, and pulling threads.
As we do that, Mio casually reaches for my uniform’s button.
『Hey, it’s getting hot in here, can I take them off?』
Asked while sending an upward glance, my heart jumped and I looked around.
Mio unbuttons her blouse without waiting for me to agree. Her bare skin, damp with sweat, peeks out from the cleavage of her bra.
Then she comes clinging.
Mio shyly leaned against me and whispered in my ear.
『You see, Ryo-chan might not now but I’m actually a lewd girl』
A breath of quiet laughter reaches my ear and a shiver ran down my spine.
『I’m begging you Ryo-chan, I want all of you ♡』
ーWait, what am I thinking?
Shaking off the fantasies I made, I quickened my pace.
There’s no chance such a convenient development would happen unless it’s an eromanga. Thinking about Mio undressing, what am I doing?
No, but…
If I had the courageーto hold hands, to get a little closer, if I took one small step, would those dreams become reality?
The moment I thought that, Mio letting out a spoiled moan comes to mindー
『Ryo-chan, you always look at my boobs, don’t you?』
『Huh? N-No….』
『Heh, you can touch them, go ahead. Ryo-chan, you can hold them anytime you want ♡』
ーNo If this goes on, I’ll end up using my childhood friend.
I’m really just frustrated now.
A sigh escaped from me.
Let’s think calmly, the reason why the distance between Mio and me isn’t closing in is because we don’t want to break our current relationship.
The mismatch between each other’s ideals, prudence, and restraint gradually accumulated—perhaps the accumulation of this long-term error has created this great distance between us now.
† † †
「ーHuh, Fuyutsuki?」
When I opened the door to the storage room named the Morals Committee meeting room, the Vice Committee Chair, Fuyutsuki Nina, was standing, holding cardboard boxes.
「Hello」
Fuyutsuki said flatly, not breaking her usual expression.
「Hey, handling all that by yourself?」
She nodded and put the cardboard box on the corner of the shelf
「What about Sawa-kun?」
「Well, I was getting motivated」
「Motivated?」
「Yeah. I was thinking that we should have a committee meeting next month. Maybe we should think of a plan.
Fuyutsuki tilts her head, but she didn’t ask anything deeply either.
I remembered that Mio pushed me and although I felt embarrassed, I said it.
「Actually, someone just cheered me on」
「Who?」
「She’s well, a friend, a childhood friend, I guess?」
Feeling embarrassed, I scratched the back of my neck.
「Ah, before the planning, need some help?」
「Not really」
It felt like the world went down a degree or two in temperature.
「Worry about yourself, Sawa-kun」
「Huh? Ah, okay」
Fuyutsuki took the old files lined up on the shelf and packed them into a cardboard box.
She’s cold, as usual. Maybe I’m not used to doing things with someone.
Well, no point in worrying about every little thing.
I opened the laptop on the desk and turned it on.
Since it’s an old computer, it takes a little time to start up. During that time, I saw Fuyutsuki working from behind.
ーFuyutsuki’s much more like a doll compared to Mio.
Her hair hardly reflects light, it falls straight down. She’s got a light complexion.
The well-formed contour from forehead to her cheeks and chin is narrow, and her narrow eyes…
She’s got an amazing figure and is earnestーShe may be a different type from Mio, but she’s a beautiful girl.
But I’ve never heard about Fuyutsuki’s reputation.
Perhaps the friendliness is proportional to good repuation.
That’s how I came to an understanding with myself.
Then…
Fuyutsuki crouched to do something.
However, the hem of her skirt got caught on the shelf.
The black pantyhose went up to the middle of her thighs and the skin beyond that caught my eye.
The panties edged with black lace were exposed. The ribbons on both sides of the delicate stitches defenselessly.
「…………..?!」
I hastily looked away, but after receiving such a shock, it seared into my mind.
What was that? String panties? It was almost see-through.
The underwear was a complete disconnection from the usual impression of Fuyutsuki. It wasn’t just the rounded buttocks, but the contents of the sheer fabric, and even the cleft of her rearーThey were all visible.
「Sawa-kun」
She called my name quietly, my heart leaped.
I was more shaken than ever before, but I made an expression so that no one would realize.
「Huh, W-What?」
「I’m going to the staff room to get cardboard boxes」
「Oh, okay, take care」
Fuyutsuki stood up and left as if nothing happened.
That was crazy.
I thought she knew I saw her panties.
Still, to think that Fuyutsuki is into some extreme products. People aren’t what they seem. That was something else.
Let’s forget it.
Taking a moment to refocus, I looked for the past activity records of the morals committee in the folder and review every file thoroughly. I thoughtーIf I keep moving my hands like this, the memory of the black lace should fade away.
So, I pored over the activity records from the past few years and forcibly crammed what the morals committee had done into my head.
After a while.
Even so, Fuyutsuki’s returning late.
I looked at the clock. It’s almost six.
Thirty minutes had passed since Fuyutsuki left.
Does it take that much to get the cardboard boxes? Or is she taking care of other things at the staff room.
Before I knew it, long shadows began to fall across the floor of the morals committee room, which was stained with the colors of the twilight.
It would be easy to go home, but Is that okay? Letting go of Fuyutsuki who had been tidying up the place for so long feels wrong.
「Should I wait? Maybe I’ll treat her something on the way back」
Then.
My thoughts got dull. Drowsiness creeps in.
I’ll take a nap until Fuyutsuki returns.
I leaned back on the shallow chair, crossed my arms, and lay my face down the desk.
I only intended to take a short break, but my thoughts fell to darkness.
† † †
ーAnd so we’re back to present.
「I kissed you」
「Huh? What did you just say?」
「I said, I kissed Sawa-kun while you were sleeping」
「Kiss? No way?」
Did everything—from the classroom during lunch break to Fuyutsuki’s comment about kissing after school—all come together…?
No, they’re not connected.
Thinking about it calmly, 「I kissed you,」 is just too sudden.
I am frozen, not understanding her reason.
「Hehe」
That’s my first time seeing Fuyutsuki laugh. It was a triumphant smile.
「If you think it’s a lie, try touching your lips」
I did as told, I placed my fingers on my lips.
My fingers had a pink color as I look down. A sweet fruit aroma.
The lingering scent invaded my sense of smell, it blurs the line between my memory and my desire.
Seriously?
The feeling of unease with the time difference strokes my nerves in a strange way.
「Hey」
Fuyutsuki smiles, not showing any embarrassment.
「Don’t joke with me!」
The fact she took my lips don7t matter anymore.
Butーjust because someone’s sleeping doesn’t mean that you can ignore their feelings.
This is so incomprehensible that my confusion and anger went up. Furthermore, seeing Fuyutsuki’s relaxed face just made me angrier.
Contrary to how I felt, Fuyutsuki stepped forward.
Huh? I didn’t even have time to think, she yanked my necktie.
Before I knew it, I see her eyes and nose. We’re so close I can feel her breath in my skin.
「Joke? Do you think we kissed?」
A low chilly whisper.
Her eyes aren’t smiling. Not only that, she cut me off.
The coldness, which won’t allow a joke, reached me, and I almost forgot to breathe.
There’s no winning in this situation, is there?
Why do I have to get yelled at unreasonably? This is nonsense.
「Think seriously. Why would I kiss you, Sawa-kun, while you were sleeping?」
Huh? What is she talking about?
However, if it’s not a joke, there’s one other thing that comes to mind.
「You like me?」
Fuyutsuki paused for a moment, then she lets go of the necktie she’s holding.
But, the next momentーFuyutsuki pushed my chest hard.
It was unexpected and I fell back and hit my bottom.
「Ugh?!」
Without any time to recover, Fuyutsuki jumped on me.
I’m taken down, completely dominated. Her expression as she looks from above, I sense sensuality, the desire to dominate that goes beyond mischief. I can try to resist, but I’m confused and my judgment can’t keep up.
「What are youー」
ーDoing, Before I could finish speaking, Fuyutsuki’s index finger pressed against my lips.
Her finger went to her lips and she whispered 「Hush」
「People are heading homoe. If someone passes by, what would they see?」
「!!」
「Then, what would happen if it reaches the girl who’s always with you?」
A low, provocative voice.
Fuyutsuki whispered, pinched the ribbon with her fingertips, and slowly untied it from the neck.
The sound of fabric rubbing is strangely seductive.
Following that, Fuyutsuki’s fingers landed on the buttons of her shirt. Each button removed made my heartbeat faster.
In that moment, what came to my mind wasー
『Ryo-chan’s going to be fine!』
It was Mio’s face, smiling like an angel in the chapel.
Compared to thatーIs this woman the devil?
Fuyutsuki Nina, looking straight down on me with a lustful smile.
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