Misaki clung tightly to Kotaro's arm, still sleeping soundly. As the soft sensation gradually eroded his rationality, Kotaro fiddled with his smartphone in his free left hand, desperately trying to maintain his composure.
Social media... maybe I shouldn't check it right now.
Due to the accounts he followed, his feed was often flooded with suggestive illustrations of women. He feared that seeing them now would cause the fragile wall of his remaining rationality—already teetering like a Jenga tower in its final stages—to crumble effortlessly.
"Mmm... Huh? Oh, Kotaro? What are you doing?"
"Ah, Senpai. You're awake."
Misaki had woken up. Her slurred speech had cleared, but the lingering effects of alcohol and a groggy drowsiness still clung to her. Her sleepy, squinting eyes made him swoon.
Senpai... she hasn't noticed, has she?
Everyone else had left, and the cleanup was finished, but Misaki remained in a daze, oblivious to her surroundings. Still clinging to Kotaro's arm, she must have been half-asleep.
"Mmm... bathroom..."
"Ah, yes, go ahead..."
I should probably stop saying things like that, he thought, but even if he corrected her, she probably wouldn't understand. Misaki released her grip on his forearm, gripped his shoulder to stand, and for some reason, patted his head. The gesture was nice, but he wondered why she'd patted him.
"I'm going to the... bathroom! I'm going, right?!"
"Senpai?!"
On her second step, she stumbled dramatically. He wondered if something had fallen on the floor, but he couldn't see anything. Her feet must have just tangled. Fortunately, a cushion cushioned her fall, protecting her face.
Whoa...!
As Misaki fell forward, her face buried in her arms, her ample buttocks were even more prominently displayed than when she was on all fours earlier. The outline of her underwear was clearly visible beneath her thin dress. If I strain my eyes, I could probably even make out the color... The thought crossed my mind, but I quickly shook my head vigorously to clear it.
"Are you okay?"
"Ugh... Sorry, as usual."
"We agreed you wouldn't say that."
Misaki let out a small chuckle.
"You've got some nerve..."
"What kind of character are you...?"
He patted my head in a regal tone, like a king. His gentle touch was soothing.
After she toddled off to the bathroom, I calmed my racing thoughts by watching cat videos online.
*****
Just as I was feeling relaxed watching three kittens play with a cat teaser, Misaki returned.
"I'm home~"
"Welcome back."
Still not questioning why they were alone together? With a slightly sobered expression and a smile lingering on her face, Misaki approached Kotaro's side and sprawled across his outstretched thigh.
"Whoa!"
"Haaah... A little hard, but not bad at all~"
They were now in the classic "knee pillow" position. Misaki gazed at Kotaro with a cheerful grin. Unfazed by his startled reaction, she soon drifted back to sleep.
"Seriously...?"
Now even more immobilized, Kotaro felt utterly helpless. A bottle of water within reach meant he wasn't in immediate danger, but the situation seemed to have taken a turn for the worse.
Well, at least it's not pressing against my chest like before...
The moment he thought that, Misaki rolled over with a soft sigh.
"Mmm..."
"Huh?"
Her face was now mere inches from his crotch. The thought that this was an improvement over before proved disastrously optimistic.
"Hey, hey, Senpai...!"
"Mmm...? ...Mmm, mmmf~..."
Whether it was because she was listening to Kotaro's voice or dreaming of something pleasant, Misaki wore a soft, dreamy smile. She was impossibly cute, but seeing that smile now made the situation even more precarious.
Oh no...
When Senpai and the others opened the windows to air out the room while cleaning up, the lingering alcohol smell dissipated, leaving only Misaki's room's pleasant scent. Combined with the sweet fragrance of her hair, it sent a tingling sensation building inside his jeans.
"Mmm~...?"
Misaki frowned, still with her eyes closed, as Kotaro flinched. Just look up already! he pleaded inwardly. But for some reason, she wriggled closer, bringing her face even nearer to his crotch.
"Hey...!"
Unable to stop her, Misaki's nose was about to brush against the unmistakable bulge in his jeans.
Just as he considered pushing her face away with his hands—Misaki's fingers brushed against the swelling.
"Ugh...!"
Her slender fingers gently touched my groin, making my heart flutter sweetly. This was a place I'd only ever touched myself since I'd become self-aware, and now Senpai, whom I'd fallen for at first sight, was touching it. The gentle sensation and the sweet reality burned through my brain.
"Mmm...hnn..."
"Ku...ah...hnn..."
With her eyes still closed, Misaki continued to softly stroke my crotch. Part of me thought I should stop her, but I couldn't bring myself to. As I hesitated, Misaki's other hand reached out.
"U...ah... N-no, Senpai, you can't...!"
Softly, softly, softly, softly.
"Mmmf~...?"
In her dream, Misaki seemed to be exploring something, her touch growing more fervent as my hardness increased. Even through my jeans, being groped by the woman I loved with both hands was unbearable. An unprecedented arousal scorched my brain, my lower abdomen tightening painfully.
This is getting really dangerous...!
Sensing the danger of accidentally pushing Misaki down in his heightened arousal, he felt a wave of panic.
"Mmm..." Misaki rolled over onto her back again. Thank God...! he breathed a sigh of relief from the bottom of his heart.
I should probably go to the bathroom for a bit...
"Hmm? What was that?"
He supported Misaki's upper body, slipped out smoothly, and settled her back down with a cushion as a pillow. Still with her eyes closed, Misaki patted his thigh rhythmically. His facial muscles refused to obey him.
That was close... he thought with relief as he headed to the bathroom.
*****
Senpai, you're sobering up quite a bit, aren't you?
He thought this while washing his hands in the bathroom. The hand towel was fluffy, and a soft, pleasant scent lingered after he dried his hands.
"Mmm... It's so hot in here..."
He heard Misaki's voice as he opened the living room door.
Maybe I'm warm from drinking.
Thinking about opening the window to ventilate again, I opened the door and entered the living room.
Misaki was taking off her white dress.
She was in her underwear.
A pink bra and panties with adorable frills.
"Huh."
Kotaro's thoughts froze. The door closed behind him with a lingering motion. His eyes were riveted to the female body before him.
From where he stood, Misaki's profile revealed soft, full breasts with a beautiful curve, a roundness that seemed surprising for her petite frame. Her frilly pink underwear looked a little snug. This was the first time he'd seen a woman in her undergarments, and she was breathtakingly beautiful, cute, sexy, and raw.
"Hmm?"
Misaki glanced at him, tilting her head. It was like she was asking, "What are you doing here?" or perhaps she really was wondering that.
"..."
They stared at each other for one second, two seconds, three seconds.
Then both of their throats exploded.
"Uwaaaaaaah?!"
"G-G-G-Gomenasaiiii?!"
Screaming, Kotaro tried to bolt out of the living room at top speed. He slammed his forehead into the door he'd closed earlier. "Ow!" he groaned, crouching down.
"Kotaro! Weren't you supposed to be gone?! Are you okay?! Should I pat you?! Are you gonna say, 'It hurts, it hurts, get lost' or something?!"
"Why would you try to pull a kid's trick like that?! But thanks for worrying about me! Wait, Senpai, what are you wearing...?! H-here, it's a blanket!"
"What the hell is with that overbearing concern?!"
Worried about each other, Kotaro remained crouched while Misaki wrapped the blanket around herself and also crouched down.
"S-S-S-Senpai?! Why are you dressed like that?!"
"B-But... when I woke up, Kotaro was gone! He must have gone back already. I was just thinking, 'I'm still so tired... and it's so hot...'"
"When I leave, I always say goodbye properly! There's no way I'd just disappear without a word!"
"Even in this situation, your favorability with Kotaro is skyrocketing! I'm really sorry! I'm sorry!"
In a manga, this is the kind of scene where a flustered girl would punch you, yelling, "What are you staring at?!" or hurl something at you. We're both flushed, but somehow I ended up apologizing to Misaki instead.
"Sorry, I'm the one who messed up!"
"Y-Yeah, exactly! You were practically licking him with your eyes!"
"Licking him?!"
My gaze apparently seemed more bestial than I realized. From now on, I swear I'll be more careful.
Huff... huff... Their ragged breathing gradually slowed.
"Kotaro, come here. It's okay to open your eyes now," Misaki said. He opened his eyelids. Misaki, wrapped in a blanket, beckoned him over with a wave of her hand. He obediently sat down beside her.
"Kotaro, I'm going to ask you again... you saw it, right?"
"Uh... yeah, I saw it perfectly clear!"
"You don't have to say it so emphatically!"
She pinched his forearm. Misaki's face flushed crimson with anger. Her indignant huffing was so cute it was unbearable.
After releasing his arm, Misaki turned her face away with a hmph.
"...It was that, wasn't it? You were thinking, 'Pfft, what a tiny body!' or something like that, right?"
"What kind of sleazy guy have you turned me into in your head, Senpai?!"
Misaki's sulky expression instantly transformed into a stifled giggle at his retort.
She glared at him for a long moment, then flashed a mischievous grin.
I have a bad feeling about this...
Misaki's cheeks were flushed, perhaps from lingering alcohol or lingering embarrassment. But more than anything, she looked like she was dying to tease Kotaro.
"So, what do you think? Come on, tell me!"
"Huh? W-wait, Senpai...?!"
Still wrapped in the blanket, Misaki lunged forward and smoothly moved between Kotaro's legs, facing him head-on. She gazed at him with soft, dewy eyes, then untied the blanket to reveal her shoulders. Kotaro's eyes widened at the sight of her surprisingly pale skin. Seeing his reaction, Misaki smirked.
"Hmm~? What's wrong~? Come on, tell me~!"
"N-no, that, Senpai, that's...!"
Despite her face burning crimson, Misaki gradually untied the blanket further. Her forearms, beautiful collarbones, and the deep cleavage between her soft-looking breasts were all revealed. Apparently, her desire to tease Kotaro outweighed her shame.
"U-um, that is... I-I'll tell you! I'll tell you everything...!"
Misaki lunged forward on all fours. As her flushed, beautiful face loomed inches from mine, I finally steeled myself. She was practically vibrating with excitement.
"That is... seeing you in your underwear was incredibly sexy, beautiful, and yet also cute... And, uh, your chest and... your rear are just so... so big...!"
"It was going so well until the end! What was that last part about?!"
"Ow, ow, ow! Don't pinch the back of my hand! Your rear is lovely too! I was completely smitten!"
"Don't say such shameless things! You beast!"
"What do you want from me, Senpai?!"
After a flurry of commotion, Misaki calmed down, maintaining her close proximity. "Hmm..." she murmured.
"So that's how you see me, Kotaro..."
"Doesn't anyone else see you like that?"
"I've never really been looked at by guys before... Oh, except during last summer's training camp by the sea..."
"Huh?! Senpai, you wore a swimsuit?!"
"You're overreacting, idiot... I did wear a swimsuit, but I had my parka on top. Those guys never even saw my swimsuit."
Though to be honest, even if they had seen it, I doubt they'd be interested... she thought with a self-deprecating smile.
"No way... They must have been mesmerized! Senpai, you're stunningly beautiful!"
"...Kotaro, since when did you turn into such a smooth talker?"
"...I just expressed my honest feelings. My mouth might be a little loose right now."
"You pervert!"
"Why?!"
We chuckled together.
"Hey, Kotaro..."
"Huh? S-Senpai...?"
Misaki rested her knee against the chair and placed both hands on Kotaro's shoulder. Their faces were close—no, their lips were close. A sweet scent filled his nostrils. Her clear, beautiful voice, calling his name, seeped into his ears.
"Kotaro... what do you think of me?"
Misaki's cat-like eyes glistened with moisture. He wanted to keep gazing at that expression forever.
"Uh... I like you. We've only known each other a few days, but... I fell for you at first sight."
"Ah...!"
His first confession slipped out surprisingly easily. Misaki's lovely eyes widened, her mouth opened and closed soundlessly as she made strange noises. Her adorably flustered reaction calmed Kotaro instead.
"S-so... huh... so that's it... y-yeah, I see... that makes sense..."
He wanted to point out, What do you mean "that makes sense"? but swallowed the retort.
As they spoke, their faces drew closer. As if by mutual agreement, they tilted their heads toward each other.
"What do you think, Senpai?"
"Huh? Oh, I... Honestly, I still don't really understand."
With a hint of apology, she casually wrapped her slender arm around Kotaro's. He responded by draping his arm around her neck. They were so close that it seemed almost strange their lips weren't touching.
"I'm sorry I can't be clearer..." Misaki murmured apologetically.
"But... don't you feel it? Being with Kotaro is so much fun. I feel like I want to spend hours, maybe even days, with him like this. Does that... make it wrong?"
Her adorable, upward glance nearly made him swoon.
"It's not completely wrong. At least, you don't hate doing this, right?"
"Mm, not at all. My heart's racing so fast, though, I'm worried it might explode."
They exchanged soft chuckles, their clear eyes narrowing slightly into gentle smiles.
"Mmm..."
Their lips naturally, smoothly met. They nibbled at each other's lips, murmuring softly, sharing a simple, innocent kiss as if confirming each other's feelings.
Aah, what is this... I feel so happy.
An overwhelming sense of bliss enveloped him. Even in his previous life, he'd experienced countless moments of joy and happiness, but this moment surpassed them all, pushing everything else aside.
"...Pfft. So, how was your first kiss?"
Misaki pulled away, her eyes soft and dreamy, a smile playing on her lips. She looked utterly adorable.
"Um... it was incredibly soft and felt amazing... And it tasted a little like alcohol."
"You didn't have to say that last part!"
"Whoa!"
Misaki playfully teased, shoving Kotaro down onto the bed. With a suspicious grin, she leaned over him, her impossibly soft body pressing against him through their underwear, sending a pleasant warmth through him.
"Mmm... Mmm, mmm, chup, chupi, fuu, mmmfuuu...!"
Oh god, oh god, oh god...!
Misaki wrapped them both in a blanket and kissed him again. This time, she traced the seam of his lips with her tongue. The moment she parted his lips, her small tongue slipped smoothly inside.
"Haaah, mmm, chupu, lrel, mmm, mmm, mmmfuuu... heaaah... Kotaro, lo...!"
She brushed her long bangs aside, her naked body pressed intimately against his, acting coy and affectionate. Her usually clear, intellectual voice, which could inspire admiration, now sounded so sweet and melted that it made him doubt she was even the same woman.
Senpai... you're too cute...!
Unable to resist, he embraced her from behind. Her slender body felt as delicate as a kitten's, yet her soft form writhed sensually in his arms.
"Mmmf... Chupi! Ah, yaah! Nn, mmmf... Fuh, fuuu..."
(Huh...?)
As I gently stroked her back and teased her with my small tongue, Misaki squeezed her eyes shut and trembled violently. Did I hurt her? I wondered, but she didn't seem to be resisting.
"Haaah... C-Comon, Kotaro... The way you're touching me... Ah, that's so... Ah, ah... Mmmf... L-Let go... Hap! Mmmf...!"
Senior, you're actually enjoying this...!
Every time Kotaro's fingers or tongue stimulated her, her small, soft body writhed in a way that was both helpless and enticing, emitting sweet moans that seemed to reverberate directly in his skull. A feverish excitement spread through her, gradually roasting her entire body.
"Mmmf... Huh? Wait, what's this...?"
Misaki's eyes widened as she became aware of the pressure pressing against her underwear.
"Ah, um, yes... Senpai, you're so cute and seductive that I ended up like this."
Even through his jeans, the unmistakable, monstrous erection was clearly visible. Misaki, though visibly flustered, began subtly thrusting her hips, stimulating the bulge. When Kotaro groaned softly, she grinned triumphantly.
"Kotaro, does it hurt?"
"Yeah... Honestly, it's uncomfortable being stuck in my underwear like this."
"Then... shall we continue on the bed?"
She burrowed her face against his chest, gazing up at him with an innocent, puppy-like expression. Her desperate attempt to act like a proper senior was endearingly clumsy.
"...Yes, please."
After that, he wondered how many more times Misaki would show him her charming, beautiful, and alluring expressions... His heart raced with unprecedented anticipation.