One evening in June.
As the summer air thickened with each passing day, Kotaro and Misaki strolled through the building used for university lectures. Misaki, a second-year student, frequented the place often, but Kotaro, a freshman, hadn't been inside yet due to his course schedule. Following Misaki's suggestion to "take a leisurely walk and show you around," the two decided to stroll at their own pace.
"It's completely deserted here."
"It's a holiday, after all," Misaki replied. "During the day, they sometimes hold seminars here, but it gets really quiet in the evening."
Sipping canned coffee, they padded along the corridor bathed in soft sunlight.
Misaki-senpai is beautiful as always...
Misaki was dressed in a sleeveless blouse and a long skirt today. Her elegant features gave her an "older sister" aura, yet her small feet and delicate gait made her irresistibly cute.
"This is where I always attend lectures," Misaki said.
"Oh? What kind of lectures?"
"'Symptoms of the final stages of a close girl group and strategies to escape,'" she replied.
"Isn't that a bit too specific?!"
"Well, I'm kidding, of course."
"I know! I know!"
Misaki burst into laughter and turned around. Before Kotaro could react, she reached out, grabbed his coffee cup, and took a sip. Even though she'd already done it, his face flushed slightly as he thought, Oh, an indirect kiss...
"Heh-heh-heh!"
With that, Misaki laughed cheerfully, gave a mild critique—"I think the one I bought is a little better"—and walked off. Kotaro wasn't quite sure what had just happened, but he couldn't deny how cute she was.
Whoa...!
Misaki walked with her hands clasped behind her back, humming a tune, clearly enjoying herself. A few steps behind, Kotaro watched the evening sun streaming through the large hallway window illuminate her. The scene was picture-perfect, a composition so stunning it could be summed up in a single word. Even without a photograph, the image burned itself into his memory in an instant.
"Hmm? What's wrong, Kotaro? You're spacing out."
Misaki turned around. The frozen moment came to life, and time resumed its flow.
"Ah, no, it's just... Misaki-senpai, you're really beautiful."
"Heh? Oh, really? Heh, well, I see... I see..."
Though the evening sun made it hard to see her complexion clearly, her expression made it obvious: "Oh, Misaki-senpai, your face is bright red!" Even today, Hamster-senpai is adorable.
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As we strolled leisurely, Misaki showed me one after another of the "slightly surreal spots you only notice if you use the building regularly." Stairs with calorie burn counts for each step, a trash bin with an oddly heavy lid, a men's restroom sign that was inexplicably faded even though the toilet itself wasn't old... We continued walking, enjoying our casual banter.
"Think we've seen everything?"
"Yep, I think so."
We tossed two empty cans into the trash bin at the bottom of the stairs. With the windows closed, the interior of the building felt like a serene sanctuary, isolated from the clamor outside.
"Want to take a quick break?"
"Sure. Let's find somewhere to sit... Wait!"
Misaki suddenly threw her arms around me in the most natural way, and my voice cracked embarrassingly.
"M-Misaki-senpai...?! No, we can't do this... What if someone sees us...?!"
"Kotaro, you know it's me, right? There's nobody else here. Besides, this staircase is hardly ever used."
Misaki grinned mischievously, her soft breasts pressing gently against him. Her expression said she was thoroughly enjoying teasing her junior lover.
"B-but that doesn't mean...!"
"It's fine, it's fine. Now, come here... mm...nn..."
Her small hand slipped around Kotaro's neck, and as she drew him closer, their lips met.
"Mmm...fuh...mmfuuu...nn..."
Oh god, oh god, oh god...
Kissing his girlfriend, Misaki, inside a building where he'd be attending lectures next year. We're doing something really reckless... he thought, yet the slick, insistent movement of her tiny tongue against his made rational thought impossible.
"Mmm, chu, rel... hap, ju, juru... nfuuu... hea, Kotaro, Kotaro..."
Misaki's usually composed eyes and voice softened into a sweet, melting state. The aroma of the coffee they had drunk mixed together, washed away by the thick saliva.
"Nkuuu... hmm? Ah, stop it! Faaah, heaaaaa...!"
When I stroked her slender back through her blouse, Misaki's eyes widened like a startled kitten's, her entire body trembling. She parted her dewy lips, gazing at me with moist eyes.
"Senior Misaki, you're getting too worked up. If you raise your voice as high as you usually do when you get excited, someone's definitely going to hear you."
"Mmm, ah, no, nnnngh... Don't say things like that while you're... aah, touching my butt... No, stop squeezing like that... Ah, ah, ah, ah..."
I hugged Misaki from behind, my hands kneading the soft flesh of her hips through her long skirt as her hips swayed teasingly. Her mouth hung half-open, hot breaths slipping out in sticky puffs.
"Senior Misaki, your face is all melted. Are you okay?"
"Ugh, ah, nnnn... K-Kotaro, you've turned into such a sadistic jerk... Ah, ah, ah, ah..."
Feeling my way over her curvaceous body, I advanced forward, driving Misaki against the wall. I forced my knee between her legs, slipping beneath her skirt, and felt something warm and slick against my thigh.
"Ah, no, no... I'm too wet... I can't take it anymore..."
Misaki wrapped her arms around Kotaro's neck and began to rock her hips back and forth. Through his jeans, he could feel the unmistakable evidence of her heightened arousal seeping through, warm and damp.
"Kotaro, I feel so... so ecchi right now..."
"Me too... Ugh..."
Misaki gazed at him with hazy eyes as she gently stroked his bulging crotch.
"This is insane... You're way too hard. Do you want to shove this... this thing into my mouth? Or grind it against your thigh?"
Her aroused lover murmured something utterly outrageous as she lovingly caressed his erect cock. But at that moment, Kotaro had no composure left to calmly reason with her.
"...Yes. I want to thrust in and ravish you. I want to hear your cute voice over and over."
He wedged his fingers into her small ears, rubbing them gently while grinding his hips against her thigh.
"Ah! Hah! Haaaaah... N-no...!"
As Misaki let out her adorable voice, she slowly swayed her hips. Her movements, reminiscent of someone enjoying the cowgirl position, sent shivers down his spine. The friction from her slender fingers made his erection grow even harder.
"Misaki-senpai, let's hurry home. I want to hold you right now."
"...Hnn, K-Kotaro... you're becoming more and more manly..."
Her eyes darted adorably at his words, but her gaze remained fixed on his trembling erection.
"But... I might not be able to hold back until we get home."
"Huh...?"
As Kotaro stood bewildered, Misaki glanced around nervously.
"M-Misaki-senpai...?"
Misaki's eyes landed on a locker in the dim shadows beneath the stairs. She padded over to it, opened the door, and peered inside. A smug smile spread across her face.
"How about this?"
Her expression was bright, but she wasn't joking in the slightest.
*****
"Really, Misaki-senpai, this is..."
"Wait, what? It's completely empty."
"Yeah, I know. I don't get it either..."
They spoke while peering into the locker. Even as they carried on a seemingly normal conversation, Kotaro was stroking Misaki's buttocks, and Misaki was caressing his crotch.
"If someone comes, we'll be safe in here. The sound should muffle enough, too."
"Don't talk while you're getting in the locker..."
Misaki slipped completely into the locker and tugged mischievously at Kotaro's wrist. Her audacity was excessive, but her mischievous grin made her impossibly cute. It's been since elementary school when we played hide-and-seek and I hid in here... he thought as he somehow squeezed himself into the cramped space.
"Okay, I'm closing it now."
As Misaki shut the door, darkness enveloped them. A feeble sliver of light seeped through the narrow gap, casting Misaki's figure in vague outlines.
"...It's so cramped..."
What surprised him most was the sheer tightness. Despite Misaki's petite frame, Kotaro was of average height. He couldn't exactly complain, but he felt practically immobilized.
"I think I can move a little, hm?" Misaki whispered, her hips swaying gently. The meaning behind her movements was painfully obvious. The soft flesh of her belly pressed against his erect shaft, making it stiffen painfully.
Misaki-senpai... she's so turned on...
The cramped space filled with Misaki's sweet, sweat-laden scent. Even her mischievous chatter carried a breath that was thick and rough. The hand she used to gently stroke Kotaro's side lacked any restraint.
"Kotaro, you look uncomfortable."
Misaki unzipped his jeans and slid her hand inside. She pulled down his boxer briefs, exposing his erection to the air.
"Ugh... what a nasty smell. It's all slippery..."
"Ugh... Ah... Mmm..."
Misaki's slender fingers worked my erect cock with wet, sucking sounds. Just as she'd pointed out earlier, plenty of pre-cum was seeping out. The sweet, feminine scent mixed with the thick, masculine aroma.
"Kotaro... shall we?"
She burrowed her face into Kotaro's chest, whispering in her adorable voice. Though it was too dark to see, he knew she was wearing her usual irresistibly cute begging expression.
"...Alright, alright. Let's do it."
"Yes!"
Her delighted whisper and overwhelming cuteness left him dazed.
"Mmph, mmph..."
In the dim light, he could just make out Misaki lifting her long skirt and shifting her underwear.
"Kotaro, could you lower your hips a little?"
"Um... like this?"
Leaning back against the locker, Kotaro slowly lowered his hips until his legs were spread wide enough for Misaki to reach.
"Mm. And then I..."
Misaki whispered, "Nsho, nsho," as she looped her right leg behind Kotaro's, their knees pressing together.
"Should I lift you up a bit, Misaki-senpai? Okay... and..."
"Whoa...! Oh, right. This feels better..."
He slipped his hand under her skirt and gave her plump buttocks a firm lift. Lowering his own hips as he raised hers, he adjusted their positions to compensate for their height difference and make it easier to connect in the cramped space.
"Think this will work?"
"Ah, there... Ah, yes... I'm okay, this... feels good..."
When the meat spear entered her secret place, she was so thoroughly wet that she was certain she didn't need any further foreplay. Still unable to see anything but the outline of his member inside her, they exchanged quiet nods.
Happy New Year!!
I hope you'll enjoy more of my works featuring Hamster-senpai and many others this year! (^^)
The locker scenario was inspired by a situation in one of my favorite erotic manga. I wrote it with excitement, wondering what it would be like if Kotaro and Misaki did it...
I'll update the second half on January 3rd (Thursday) at 7 PM! (^^)
Thank you for reading as always! (^^)