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<Ne, is it really your birthday today?>
Ayanokouji Kiyotaka stared at his phone screen. After Karuizawa Kei received instructions to make a scene and spill a drink to Kushida tomorrow, she sent the message asking if it was his birthday. He was not expecting anyone to acknowledge it in his first year in this school.
Perhaps because it took him too long to reply, Karuizawa became impatient and sent another message without waiting for his answer.
<Why didn’t you tell me earlier?>
<I’m going to your room in 30mins>
That would be troublesome. Their partnership works because no one suspects that the Class D’s leader of the girls would have anything to do with the loner guy. If anyone catches her sneaking into his room, it may ruin his plans.
He was typing his message telling her not to go but before he could send it, he received another text.
<No excuses! I’ll go there whether you open up or not.>
This girl. Realizing that she will more likely get caught if she lingers outside his room, Ayanokouji had no choice but to let her in.
Letting out an exasperated sigh, he just sent a message telling her not to bother knocking because he will leave the door unlocked. Immediately after sending it, he got another reply. Just how fast is this woman typing?
But what he received didn’t have any text in it. It was a sticker of a cute strawberry shortcake with a bunch of candles.
For Ayanokouji, his birthday only meant that he was a year older. He knew that for other people it was often celebrated with family, friends, or a lover. But he didn’t understand what he should feel when someone celebrates his birthday with him. Karuizawa would be the first.
“Guess it could be a good experience.”
Deciding to focus on the positive, he proceeded to delete their texts while waiting for her. He was about to delete the sticker as well but a part of him hesitated.
“I’ll delete it later,” he mumbled as he tidied up his room, waiting for his visitor.
“I can only get convenience store cake. You really should have told me sooner.”
“You really didn’t have to. It’s no big deal.”
“Ha?? It’s your birthday, you know! C’mon let’s eat this!”
“You can sit where you want. I’ll prepare the drinks. What will you have?”
“Black tea please.”
Ayanokouji prepared their drinks in the kitchen and grabbed some forks and plates. When he came back, he found Karuizawa lying on his bed face down, inhaling his pillow.
“What are you doing?”
“Fwah! Y.. you.. You’re back..”
Her face turned red and for a second he swears he heard the sound of a teapot whistling when the water boils, but he’s quite sure he turned it off when he made their tea. He set the drinks and cake on the table and gestured for Karuizawa to sit on one side and she followed.
“What will you do if you get caught sneaking into my room?”
“..Sorry.”
Immediately, she transformed into a starving abandoned kitten drenched in the rain with dilated eyes that would tug your heartstrings and make you want to adopt her. It startled Ayanokouji but before he could explain that it was just a question and not meant to scold her, she spoke again.
“It’s just that.. You’re the only one who knows my secret. I wanted us to have a good relationship.” Touching her side where she hid her scar, she continued. “I know it’s all business for you and you’re only protecting me because I’m useful. But still..”
They cannot be called friends or lovers, but for both of them, the other one is the person they could trust most in this school. Just as how he was the only one who knew the extent of her dark past, she was the only one who had seen his darkness. Having a good relationship is definitely not a bad thing.
“Are you mad? Should I leave?”
Karuizawa is back with her poor-kitty-eyes attack and it was all it took for him to drop the subject.
“You’re already here so there’s no point.”
She exhaled and was relieved for a moment, but then she looked worried again. What could it be this time?
“Oh, there’s no candle. How will you make a wish?”
“…”
“Hah.. It’s because you didn’t tell me! I would have been more prepared. What if I didn’t happen to check your profile earlier?”
He was planning to ask her how she found out about his birthday but that just answered his question. More importantly, now she looks annoyed and is scolding him. How did she suddenly turn the tables?
“Well, I guess it’s fine. ♪Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you!♪ ”
And now she’s happily singing and clapping like a child as if the earlier events were now a far off memory. Ayanokouji was astonished at how many times her face has changed expression since getting into his room whereas so far he has only made two:
- a blank face, and
- another blank face but with eyebrows rising two centimeters higher.
“ ♪ Happy birthday..Happy birthday..♪ ”
He was tempted to at least clap along but he held himself back. He didn’t realize how awkward it would be to be the celebrant being sung to and he wonders how those who have an entire crowd singing for them at a restaurant are able to endure it. At least Karuizawa seems to be having fun.
“ ♪ Happy birthday to you!♪ Now make a wish!”
A wish, huh..
“Oh, your gift will have to follow since I didn’t know.”
“You don’t have to.”
“It’s fine, it’s fine! I still have points from the cruise ship exam. Hm, it can’t be a surprise anymore so just tell me, is there anything in particular that you want? But don’t ask for something too expensive!” She pointed a finger at him for emphasis.
“There’s nothing, really.”
“Ow, come on. Think about it then let me know, ‘kay?”
The neither-friends-nor-lovers duo started eating. He had tried the convenience store cake before but it tasted better tonight. After a while, Karuizawa spoke again.
“By the way, what did you wish for?”
“Nothing in particular.”
“What’s with that? There must be something you want.” She squinted her eyes at him and somehow that translated in his brain as You’re such a boring guy, really!
He never had a strong desire for anything. He was curious about a lot of things. How freedom feels. What friendship means. What it’s like to fall in love.
Love..
“Then, maybe I could wish for a girlfriend.”
“...”
“What?”
“Heh, so you’re normal too..” Karuizawa took a small piece of cake into her mouth and seemed to ponder for a bit. “It’s true that it may be hard for a gloomy person like you. You don’t even have any friends.”
“I’ll have you know that our study group just agreed to hang out regularly and even named the group to make it official.” He didn’t mean to sound proud of the fact but he will not let her win in their teasing game.
“Ho? So some extrovert adopted you. What’s your group called?”
“...Ayanokouji Group.”
The cake that was on its way to Karuizawa’s mouth stopped midway. It fell from the fork and back to the plate.
“I didn’t peg you for a narcissist.” She looked incredulously at him.
“I wasn’t the one who chose it.”
“Sure, sure.”
She didn’t sound convinced but he thought explaining further would make him sound defensive.
“Hey, what about Horikita-san? You’re always together. Why not ask her out?”
Ayanokouji sighed at the question that he’s had to answer dozens of times before. It’s true that if the ice queen doesn’t open her mouth, she is quite a beauty. However..
“There’s nothing between me and her. But she has her use, that's why we’re working together. You already know that.”
“Yeah, you told me that. I just thought you might have gotten closer.” She took another bite of her cake. “It might work, you know, since you’re both so boring.”
At that remark, he put his fork down and stopped eating.
“Did you come here just to annoy me?”
“I’m joking! Joking!” She put her hands up as if to surrender.
He didn’t really mind, he just wanted to scare her a little. But of course, that didn’t stop her interrogation.
“Aren’t you close to Kushida-san, too? A perv like you will surely simp for her. After all she has those big…”
“Kushida gets along with everybody. Besides I don’t want to make an enemy out of all the male population of our class.”
“Guess you have a point. Then Sakura-san? She’s always been shy but when I called you a pervert back on the island, she dared to speak out just to defend you.”
“It’s true that what she feels for me isn’t how she feels for other people.”
“R-right? Although that’s a roundabout way of saying you know she likes you.”
He was sure that if he did confess to Airi, she would be glad to accept him. However they are in a similar situation in the sense that they were both newborns into the world and they need to get to know a lot of other people and experience different emotions in order to grow. Dating her would greatly reduce that exposure and it will be like the blind leading the blind.
“I think I need someone more spirited. I’m relatively quiet so it’d be nice if the other person was sort of the opposite.”
She was silent for a bit, absorbing the information given to her.
“Then… Satou-san?”
Ayanokouji used the raised-eyebrows face in response to this question which she understood as What about her?
“She’s not the quiet type. She likes you and she’s been clinging to you.”
“Yeah, I think she’s cute.”
Her face, which moments ago was beet red when she was caught smelling his pillow, now seemed to have lost all color.
“Hey! You make me do all kinds of things for you. If you start dating, that could put me at risk, you understand?”
Ayanokouji found it contradicting that she had been giving suggestions on who he should date but when he acknowledged that someone was cute, she got anxious. Perhaps she thought he might tell them about her past, or that he couldn’t protect her as effectively when he starts dating.
Either way, he also wanted to stop this interrogation so he had to provide an answer that would apply to all the other girls she could think of.
“I don’t know if I can trust her.”
She raised an eyebrow, urging him to explain.
“If you’re gonna date someone, wouldn’t you want someone you can trust? You’ve seen that side of me. I don’t know if she can accept that. She seems to be looking for a normal romance.”
“But if they love you enough they can accept it. You can date her a few times before you decide, no?”
She’s back to pushing him again. He’s regretting his decision to tell her that he wished to have a girlfriend. He should have gone for more private points instead. Or a peaceful life. Unlimited ice cream. Anything.
“That’s possible. But she didn’t even ask me out and I don’t plan to be the first to do so in case I decide later on that I can’t be with her. There’s no point thinking about it right now. That also applies to the other girls you’re planning to ask me about.” He added the last part to shut her up for good.
Silence filled the room since Karuizawa stopped listing the names of girls he can try to date.They continued to eat without speaking a word. He did not intend to make it awkward for her. After all, she went through the trouble of buying him cake and celebrating with him. But he could not find a topic to talk about without sounding forced.
“Then.. What about me?”
He snapped out of his thoughts as he stared at Karuizawa, making sure that he heard her right. She stared right back at him, looking both anxious and determined. He’s always thought she would want to be free from him as she was practically blackmailed into becoming his tool.
But she bought a cake for his birthday. She was sniffing his pillow. She panicked when he called another girl cute. How could he have missed it? As if solving a mystery, he could see all the pieces coming together.
Is she suggesting..
“I’m asking if you trust me.”
Oh.
If he felt embarrassed, it did not show on his face. He may have overestimated himself a little. Yet he also felt.. disappointed?
“You’re the one I trust most in our class. No, in the whole school.” Although it was because had a hold of her weakness, it was true nonetheless.
“That’s good! I also trust Kiyotaka the most!” She raised her hand as she grinned and all the heavy atmosphere from earlier had been dispelled.
That is, until she asked something again.
“Ne, should we try it then? Dating, I mean.”
For the first time since she came into his room, Ayanokouji showed a third expression on his face: a surprised pikachu face.
A member of the opposite sex is taking a shower in his bathroom.
He may have grown up in a frigid environment but he was still a healthy young man. It’s taking a lot for him not to imagine a naked Karuizawa Kei getting soaked under the warm water, spraying on her hair, her curves, down to her incredibly soft thighs that he often ogled at in class.
He was shuffling through his drawers to find clothes she could borrow. In order to stop himself from imagining more lewd scenarios, his mind replayed the earlier events that led to this situation.
Flashback
“Ne, should we try it then? Dating, I mean.”
Ayanokouji had a surprised pikachu face upon hearing this. Thankfully, Karuizawa was looking away due to embarrassment so she missed it and he immediately schooled his features back into his ever reliable stoic expression.
“Do you like me?”
“Wha–! Idiot! What are you talking about?!”
“Then was it a joke?”
“Ah! Er.. That.. I.. I just prefer that my boyfriend is aware of my past and can still accept me.”
That makes sense, he thought. He just told her he wanted someone who can accept his dark side, a sentiment she could relate to. That was probably what prompted this proposal.
“Or do you find it disgusting?” She was touching her left side again.
“I don’t care about it.”
Her lips smiled a little then switched into a pout.
“Then I’m just not good enough for you? You don’t find me cute?”
She’s cute, alright. One of the cutest in class, or even their entire year. She may not have the top spot but she’s definitely one of the most popular ones. Why else would she be up there despite having a reputation of being a rude and wanton girl? The only explanation is her good looks. But Ayanokouji will not tell her that.
“Aren’t you still dating Hirata?”
“You know it’s not real.” She had an annoyed expression again. She even put her hands on her waist this time. “You keep dodging though. Are you just saying that I’m not your type?”
“Are you saying that I’m your type?”
Purple eyes locked into brown ones. No one is blinking. It has been 10 seconds.. 20 seconds.. 30 seconds..
Purple eyes gave up. Brown eyes win!
“I don’t mind if it’s you.” She took a sip of her tea. “Besides, I just thought I could help you grant your birthday wish.”
Ayanokouji had an internal monologue about wanting to learn about love. Something about a textbook and a parasite. All that edgy stuff. He decided it may not be a bad idea
“Then, will you go out with me?”
Karuizawa choked on her tea. Because she just had to be drinking when he asked the question. Coincidence, of course.
He grabbed some cloth to wipe the spilled tea. Good thing she was able to put her cup down without breaking it.
“Just to confirm, do you like me?” She finally blurted out after regaining composure.
“No, but you’re the one who suggested it. Are you backing out?”
“W-who’s backing out? I just needed to know.”
“Then since we both don’t feel that way but don’t mind dating each other, we just need to try it for some time. If we end up incompatible we can just break up and pretend nothing happened.”
All of these were delivered in his monotone voice while she looked crestfallen.
“Did I say something wrong?”
“No. B-but.. if it doesn’t work out, we’ll just go back to the way we were, right? I mean, you’re still gonna protect me?”
“Of course.”
There’s no guarantee what the future holds. But that does not matter right now.
“T-then.. Please take care of me.” She bowed her head a little. She was blushing again.
“Likewise.”
He thought a hug or a kiss would have been the best way to seal the deal but he had to consider that it might be too much for Karuizawa’s heart.
That’s fine. They can take things slow.
At least that’s what he thought until he felt a pair of soft lips brush against his cheek. That surprised pikachu was threatening to come out again but it was over in a second.
Karuizawa was back on her seat, eyes looking down. She has blushed countless times this evening but this was the reddest she’s been.
“Happy birthday, Kiyotaka.”
“Thanks. I will also be calling you Kei from now on.”
“Tauwa!”
“Tauwa?”
“W-why would you call me by my first name?”
“I guess we still need to use our last names in public but it should be fine if it’s the two of us, right? Since we’re lovers now.”
“L-l-lovers..”
“Let’s keep eating, Kei.”
Kiyotaka and Kei ate in silence once more but this time it was pleasant. Playful even. Both wanting to stare at the other without getting caught, resulting in brief glances that neither acknowledges. It’s a little game they play of who was the first one to look at the other and whose gaze lasted longer.
It continued to be that way until they finished eating and drinking.
“I’ll clean up here. You need to leave soon, it’s almost curfew.”
“What do you mean?”
“It will be harder for you to sneak out past curfew. Someone might see you.”
“It’s our first day of our relationship and you’re sending your girlfriend away?” She crossed her arms and pouted.
“...Are you planning to stay here?”
“Is there a problem with that?”
“You know that’s against the rules right? You might even get penalized.” He knew Kei was a rational person despite how she looks. Has becoming his girlfriend made her unreasonable?
Kei tilted her head to the side as if not understanding what the problem was.
“I stayed over at Yosuke-kun’s room before and didn’t get into trouble. I can just sneak out early in the morning.”
This caught Kiyotaka’s attention. They may have only been fake dating, but it’s possible they may have tried exploring things. Could they have already taken the next step to adulthood?
“Hey, you seem to be thinking of something stupid.” Kiyotaka’s silence prompted her to clarify what happened. “It was when I told him about my bullying. I had a panic attack and he didn’t want me to be alone, but I didn’t want others to see me like that either. So he let me take the bed while he slept on the floor.”
“That could have been dangerous. If it was another guy they could have attacked you.”
“I asked him for help because I judged that he was not that kind of guy. Ah! You’re dodging again! So you’re sending me away?”
Kiyotaka sighed. Either way it didn’t sound right that Kei’s fake boyfriend lets her sleep in his room while the real boyfriend does not. He started clearing the table as he answered.
“Do what you want.”
End of Flashback
The sound of door clicking and opening brought him back to the present.
“Mou, Kiyotaka, you said you will leave the towel and clothes outside the door but I don’t see anything here.”
That was definitely his fault. He grabbed the change of clothes and towel and went in front of the bathroom.
“Sorry I had to find clothes that could fit you—”
At that moment, Kiyotaka was not sure if she was the dumbest girl on earth or if it was him who was the luckiest pervert alive. Kei used the bathroom door to cover her body so that only her head was peeking out.
She failed to consider that the bathroom mirror was right behind the door, giving him a full view of her bouncy bare butt in the reflection.
“Kiyotaka? C’mon hand them over!” She stretched an arm outside the door—the side of her breast peeking out, barely missing the areola.
Kiyotaka handed her the requested items, not a word about how he was losing his internal battle due to her carelessness.
Unlike Hirata, Kiyotaka had no extra futon to sleep on the floor.
The new lovers laid side by side on the bed in the dark, staring at the ceiling.
“Don’t you dare do anything lewd!”
“You’re the one who climbed into my bed.”
“T-that doesn’t mean you have my permission.”
“But isn’t having a good time part of being in a relationship?”
“Good time?”
“Exploring things. All the way. You know.”
“No, I don’t know! I haven’t even held hands with a boy before.”
“Hirata?”
“I only cling to his arm when I need to make a show.”
“Isn’t that worse?”
“How? Only our clothed parts are touching.”
“Yes. His clothed arm is rubbing onto your clothed breasts.”
“Wha—!”
“You also hugged Machida’s arm in the cruise ship.”
“N-n-no, that was…”
Although the lights have been turned off, Kei’s cheeks are still visibly a shade darker than before. Kiyotaka made a mental facepalm upon realizing that his girlfriend had no idea how careless she’s been around the opposite sex.
“You really haven’t held hands with a boy before?”
“...That’s right.”
“I’ll be the first then.”
“!”
“Let’s hold hands while sleeping. That much should be fine, right?”
“If it’s only that much.”
Two hands reached for each other in the dark. Strong hand slipping into slender hand, intertwining fingers. Boy’s thumb rubbed the girl’s hand, which in response squeezed the boy’s hand.
“By the way, when is your birthday?”
“It’s March 8. You better pay me back ten times! I granted your birthday wish after all.”
“You did. Thank you, Kei.”
She smiled in the dark, grateful that the love-dead boy beside her was not aware that although it was not her birthday, her own wish has been granted tonight.
“Good night, Kiyotaka.”
“Good night.”
Birthdays are nice.
He thought so as he drifted to sleep, holding his girlfriend’s hand.
About half an hour has passed and despite his eyes being closed, Kiyotaka could not fall asleep. He had never slept with anyone on the same bed before. Judging by the way she was squirming beside him, Kei also seems to be awake.
He turned to his side, facing her.
“Kei.”
Her shoulders flinched at the mention of her name. She turned to see Kiyotaka staring at her, the moon being their only source of light.
They were face to face with each other, still holding hands. This may be the first time since becoming lovers that they have properly looked at each other’s eyes.
“Can’t sleep?” The answer was obvious, but he felt right to ask.
“I’m just nervous. I can’t help it.”
“I’m also not used to this.”
“Sorry for being a bother.”
“No, this feels nice.”
“Then can I hug you?” She looked away as she made a bold request. The darkness in the room was encouraging, it helped conceal some of her embarrassment.
Kiyotaka let go of her hand to stretch his arm, encouraging her to come close. She did so, resting her head on his arm while his other hand landed on her waist.
He could smell his shampoo and soap on her, and finds that he likes it. It’s as if he was marking her as his own. She is, after all. His parasite. His pawn. His lover. Whichever she is, she belongs to him.
He felt something soft pressing against his chest. Too soft. It made him rub her back a few times to confirm something.
“Kei, you’re not wearing a bra?”
“Huh? I was going to sleep, you know.”
The implication was that she doesn’t wear a bra at night. He wonders if during an emergency, a fire for example, she would hurriedly wear a bra before escaping or if she would rush outside without it.
No use thinking about it. He realized he’s in no position to judge a woman’s comfort. It’s not like he wants her to wear one right now anyway, if anything he’d prefer to feel her on his bare skin.
Just the thought of it made him want to do more, but he remembered Kei’s words about not having his permission.
Perhaps he could ask for one?
“Kei.”
She looked up and met his gaze.
“I want to kiss you.”
“K-k-kiss???”
“I won’t do it if you don’t want to.”
It’s not like she didn’t want to, but her heart was not prepared. She also did not expect things to end up this way when she was curiously checking Kiyotaka’s profile this afternoon.
It was quiet for a while and Kiyotaka was about to tell her not to worry about it, she might not be able to sleep a wink. But Kei drew her face closer to his, ever so slowly, until their lips barely touched, then she quickly pulled away.
He took that as a sign that it was okay to do so, and he chased after the lips that just left him. It wasn’t as gentle, but it was just as quick.
She went closer again, and he reciprocated. This time they tried to make it last longer. She reminds herself to breathe. Then they parted.
They kissed again. He moves his lips just a little. She moves her lips too. Then they parted.
They kissed again. Now there are tongues involved. Licking and wrestling. Then they parted.
They kissed again. And again. And again. Tasting each other’s lips and learning how to kiss, each one longer and better than the last. It was all good. It was all new.
He wasn’t sure when his hand roamed to her ass, but it did. Her arm wrapped around his back while she continued to lose herself in the kiss. This is the longest one yet and when they parted, she was flushed and panting, and their bodies were pressed closer than ever.
He was about to dive into her lips again when she raised a concern.
“Uhm, something’s poking me.. down there.”
Of course.
There’s a woman on his bed, and they’ve been kissing and embracing each other for a while now. It would be more strange if his thing didn’t react.
“Can you try to ignore it?”
“It’s quite hard.. to ignore.”
“Guess that’s true.”
It didn’t help that his size made it harder to conceal it, nor did the fact that their sleepwear had thin fabric.
“Then, do you want to stop?” Kiyotaka offered.
“T-that..”
“To be honest I want to do more. I won’t do something like put it inside you, but I want to touch you and I want you to touch me. I can’t promise that I won’t do anything when we are this close.”
She understood. They were breathing on each other’s faces and only their clothes separated their bodies. It’s like telling someone not to eat anything in front of a buffet.
The silence stretched and he sat up, releasing Kei from the hug. Sometimes rejection didn’t need to be said. His fault for expecting too much on their first night anyway. He was going to the bathroom to rub one off when he felt a tug on his shirt.
“I-if it’s just touching..”
He blinked. A part of him wanted to get right back into the world of pleasure but he needed to make sure she wanted this, and not just giving in to his desires.
“You don’t have to force yourself. I’m not gonna get mad because of this.”
“N-no.. I’m also.. I want—Ah mou! Don't make me say it!” She covered her face with her hands.
Kiyotaka stared at her for a moment. He prefers consent to be verbally stated, but perhaps expecting Kei to say “I’m aroused! I want to do lewd things with Kiyotaka!” on their first night might be too much. At least she didn’t look scared like how she was at the cruise ship when she offered her body, though she seemed nervous. He lied back on the bed with her. He held her wrist to move her hand away from her face.
“Tell me if you want to stop.”
She remained quiet, but nodded while staring straight into his eyes.
His shirt was loose on her, which made it easy for him to slide a hand under and touch her stomach. He kept his hand there, testing the waters.
The touch made all the hair on her body stand and she let out a small whimper.
“I’m fine,” she muttered. She wanted it to be clear that she didn’t want him to stop.
His hand traveled higher, and he can’t help the excitement rising from the thought that he can finally touch the breasts that have been teasing him since earlier.
He squeezed one of them, and Kei shifted. He fondled it for sometime then did the same for the other. She covered her mouth with the back of her fingers to suppress the moans threatening to crawl out of her throat.
His thumb played with her nipple—pressing on it, swirling around it. He did the same for the other, a weird part of his brain demanding it to be fair. It feels good, touching a woman.
“Eeep!”
She was not able to stop the squeal from coming out when Kiyotaka pinched her nipple.
“Touch me there too, Kei.”
She thought her heart was already beating fast, but now it pounded within her chest. His member had been demanding attention since earlier, twitching against her lower abdomen.
“Un,” she agreed despite her nervousness. Her trembling fingers pulled the garters of his pants and boxers, liberating his manhood. This is it, she thought.
She just held a boy’s hand for the first time a few minutes ago, now she’s about to touch a boy’s privates. Kiyotaka’s privates.
She heard Kiyotaka make a low sound when she held it—something between a cough and a groan. The tip was wet, she noticed, and she thought she should wipe it off by circling it with her palm.
He didn’t expect that someone else’s hand would feel so different from his. It was clumsy and unpredictable, soft and sensual. It fueled his arousal even more. A part of him wanted to guide her with his hand, but the said hand wanted to feel more of her.
He kept fondling her breasts while she found a rhythm to pump his erection. Then his hand traveled down to her waist, then her lower abdomen. He tugged at the garter of her sleepwear but stopped for a moment.
“Can I?”
Can he? Some part of her didn’t want to be discovered. She knows how messy she’s become down there. She felt the heat pooling in her lower parts the moment they held hands. It only got wetter the more they did lewd things.
“O-okay..” She shut her eyes tight as she answered, not letting go of his manhood but slightly losing the rhythm.
He held her knee up and made her rest her leg on his waist, before letting his hand travel into her most intimate part.
His pants were a few sizes larger on her, making it easy to move around. He immediately felt the dampness of her underwear. He pulled it to the side and was greeted with more of her wetness, and his cock throbbed in Kei’s hand.
He’s always been curious about it, always wanted to try it. Now he can learn more about it.
Just like with any new lesson, he’s going to study hard.
He started with one finger, just touching the part. Getting familiar. He rubbed her slit without sliding it inside. It was softer than he thought. Warmer too.
Then he found her clit, twitching under his touch. He knew it was one of the more sensitive parts of a woman’s body.
He rubbed it a few times then drew circles around it, not much different from the way he played with her nipple except this time he used his middle finger. That seemed to be the right move, as Kei’s eyes fluttered at the sensation, parting her mouth but not quite making a sound except for her shaky breaths.
Kei shivered at the way he was touching her, like he was burning all the sensations in his mind. She kept stroking him, regardless. She had no idea if she was doing it right, but he remained hard so she took it as a good sign.
He finally pushed his finger in. He heard a gasp from Kei as soon as he entered and the leg draped on his waist also jerked.
It was tight, yet he could easily slide in and out cause it was dripping with her juices. He knew it could stretch but it should be prepared. He wondered if Kei touches herself, but didn’t dare to ask. He imagined how it would feel if it was his cock sliding in and out instead of his finger.
She whimpered when she felt a second finger inside. The motion remained slow and steady, so she managed not to make too much noise. She still can’t believe they were doing this, it felt sinful . Yet she didn’t want to stop.
Kiyotaka continued rubbing her insides, his thumb sometimes playing with her clit but not too much. He made tiny thrusting motions on Kei’s hand, keeping his own arousal alive. Then he curled his fingers inside her walls.
“Ah—!”
What was that? Judging by the way she jolted, she must not have intended to make that sound. She looked confused and embarrassed. He’s read about women having a certain pleasure spot. Was that it?
Wanting to confirm his theory, he repeated the same move. This time, her body had the same reaction and he even felt her clench on his finger. The difference is that Kei bit her lip, and the sound that came from her was more of a whine.
That must be good, he thought, so he kept doing it. He didn’t even mind that Kei’s hand had stopped pumping his cock and just kept hitting the same spot.
“W-wait.. Kiyo.. Kiyotaka..”
“Do you hate it?”
She never felt anything like it. Something was building up inside her every time he’s doing it. She wasn’t even aware that she was rocking her hips along with his hand.
As he was not getting an answer, he picked up the pace. Still attacking the same spot, but faster this time.
“You don’t like it, Kei?”
“I.. I like— Good! So good! Ah!”
She became incoherent as he drove her over the edge. She has abandoned his cock to grip on his shirt as her body shakes in pleasure. Her moans got louder and louder, no longer caring—or rather, losing the ability to care—just riding his fingers as she felt wave after wave of ecstasy wash over her.
Kiyotaka muffled her moans with his mouth. It could be dangerous, he thought. If he keeps hearing those erotic cries he might just snap and go all the way with her.
He pulled his fingers out as she calmed down, though his hand remained inside her pants. He touched her inner thighs, noticing that the area is now soaked.
He watched Kei slowly come back from her sexual daze, still catching her breath, the sweat on her face glistening in the moonlight.
“Do you still trust me?”
She was still trying to process everything that happened. Something has definitely shifted, and she realized all that talk about going back to how they were if this dating doesn’t work was quite simply, impossible. She focused her attention on her lover, the question seemed important.
“Like I said, I trust Kiyotaka the most.”
“Then, just stay there and relax.”
He sat up and lowered her pants and underwear, pulling them down to her knees. It dawned on him that despite playing with it moments ago, it was the first time he’s seeing her intimate part.
“W-w-wait! You said you won’t put it in?”
“I won’t. It should be fine as long as you stay still.”
Though bewildered, she still listened and lied on her back. He knelt in front of her and pulled her legs up until he could see her butt.
He put both of her legs over his right shoulder, like he was holding a cello. He then wrapped his arm around her legs and thighs, keeping them together.
“Keep your legs closed.”
It was the opposite of what he said on the cruise ship, and he almost chuckled. He then pushed his cock in between her wet thighs. His length rubbed over her clit causing her to shiver.
He knew that Kei had incredibly soft thighs. And now that they are embracing his cock, he soon set a pattern of thrusting in between them—not unlike fucking, but not penetrating. It felt amazing, that he wonders if it’s really possible that being inside her would feel so much different.
It’s true that he did not go inside her, yet she could still feel him pounding her. Still hear the distinct wet sounds of flesh hitting flesh.
Furthermore, she could feel the heat of his member on her slit as he kept dragging his length between her thighs. She felt vulnerable that he had entire control over the situation, how with a change of angle he could slide into her walls. She found the risk thrilling, which got her wetter and therefore easier for her boyfriend to thrust between her pressed thighs.
It was quite a sight—Kiyotaka’s face contorting into different expressions. Lust, greed, delight, impatience. She wasn’t sure which caused her to climax: watching him or feeling him. All she knows is that she’s coming again.
As she did, her muscles tensed, causing her thighs to clench on Kiyotaka’s cock who is now grinding his hips faster than before. He did not expect Kei to reach another orgasm. He only set this for his own satisfaction, but it was a pleasant surprise regardless.
Kei’s orgasm made her wetter, in turn making the thrusts smoother, and the sounds louder.
“I’m close..”
Like a warning. He lost his rhythm and held her legs tighter, and soon he found release. His cock was twitching between Kei’s thighs, every twitch shooting semen on her stomach.
He pulled back and let her legs slide beside him. He was not exactly panting, but he was breathing a tad faster than usual. He looked at his lover. Both of them had just experienced pleasure they never had before.
His cum dripped from the side of her stomach and onto the bed. He wasn’t keen on the idea of sleeping on cum-and-sweat-stained sheets. Kei must also feel uncomfortable wearing the same clothes. He himself wanted to wash the area around his crotch.
Sex is fun but messy.
He learned a new lesson. He’ll keep that in mind next time they do it.
“Want to shower together?” He offered to Kei who was more than happy to agree.
As they stood under the shower, hugging with their bare bodies, Kei made an observation.
“Haven’t you grown taller?”
“Maybe. I got a year older after all.”
People grow as they get old. They’re also creatures that love to learn.
The same was true for Ayanokouji Kiyotaka.
Today he learned that celebrating your birthday can be fun, but having sex on your birthday is even better.