When we arrived at school, the field was already crowded.
Sheets of paper fluttered on the bulletin board, names and numbers pinned in sharp rows. A small crowd had gathered, students rising on tiptoes, stretching to find their scores. Nervous chatter filled the air, rising and falling with every gasp or groan.
Exam results. They'd come out today, right before Golden Week.
Kotoha walked beside me, her bag bouncing lightly against her hip. Her hair shone in the morning sun, perfectly straightened, not a strand out of place. She clutched her strap tightly, cheeks pink.
"…I'm scared."
"You studied a lot. You'll be fine."
"I don't know… what if I dropped this time?"
Her hand brushed my sleeve before pulling back, fidgeting as we pushed into the crowd.
The results board loomed in front of us. Names stretched down in neat columns, starting from the very top.
"Where… where am I—"
Her voice broke into a gasp. Her finger froze on the very first name.
"…Eh? That's… me…?"
Kotoha's eyes widened, blinking rapidly. Her lips moved soundlessly before she spun to me, almost tripping over her own feet.
"I-I'm first!? Really!?"
I glanced at the sheet. Her name sat proudly at the very top. She had always been at the top since junior high, so it didn't surprise me. But her reaction was adorable.
"Congratulations. You're number one."
Her mouth fell open, then curved into a trembling smile. She pressed her palms against her cheeks as if to hide how red they'd become.
"I-I can't believe it…!"
Her eyes darted back to the list.
"Wait—Souta-kun… you… you're higher than before. You're in the top twenty?"
"Yeah."
"That's amazing!"
She grabbed my arm, bouncing slightly on her toes.
"You never tried that hard before! Did you… were you studying with me seriously after all?"
"What did you think I was doing?"
"…Dirty things…"
"Say that again?"
"No way!"
Her giggle slipped out before she could stop it.
"Should we celebrate later today?"
"What should we do?"
"Kotoha-chan? Why are you blushing?"
"Y-you've done this to me, Souta-kun… making me think dirty things."
"Cute."
Her breath hitched.
"Hic!"
"I don't have anything big in mind. How about we eat out with Hikari-san for once?"
"Okay!"
Her smile lingered as we left the crowd behind. She still walked close, bag pressed against her side, eyes glancing at me every few steps.
By lunchtime, we had escaped to the rooftop.
The rooftop always felt like a different world, one where we could breathe.
Unfortunately, it wasn't as private as it used to be with more people coming up here.
Kotoha sat close beside me, her lunch box resting on her lap. She leaned in as I unwrapped my chopsticks, eyes bright, as if she'd been waiting for the right moment.
"Souta-kun, can I ask you something?"
"What is it?"
"…Which part of my body do you like the most?"
"I like everything."
"That's not a real answer."
"Why do you want to know?"
"Because you keep focusing on different parts of my body… so I want to know."
"Your ass."
"Souta-kun… you pervert."
"Why are you blushing if you're the one who asked?"
She pressed her face into my chest, hair tickling my chin, her voice muffled but playful.
"Hey, Souta-kun…"
"Hm?"
"I'm unsatisfied."
"Are you horny?"
"That's not it."
"Then what?"
"You always make me feel good. But I haven't done anything for you. Isn't that unfair?"
"That's what you're worried about?"
"Yeah… is that bad?"
"Kotoha. Watching you feel good makes me feel good. And you help me plenty with your mouth."
"…But I want more."
"More?"
"I want to have sex."
The breeze caught her hair as her thighs rubbed together under her skirt, restless. Heat radiated from her body, every breath trembling.
"Then wait a little longer. Your ass is almost ready."
Her voice cracked, desperate.
"Why does it have to be my ass? Why can't we just—"
Why can't we just have regular sex?
Because you're my meat toilet, Kotoha-chan. Your body exists for my pleasure. Nothing makes me happier than seeing you cum from your filthy hole.
Her legs pressed tighter together, lips parting in a faint whimper.
"I want to save it for something special."
"Special…?"
"Yeah. Is that fine?"
"…Yeah."
She lifted her face, eyes shining, lips trembling with a faint smile.
Kotoha POV
I can't stop thinking about Souta-kun. Every day it gets worse. Every time he touches me, every little word he says, every glance he gives me… my body aches for him. I want him to have sex with me. I want him to fill me completely, to make me his, to know just how much I love him.
But he keeps telling me to wait. That my ass has to be ready. That he's saving my pussy for some special moment.
What does special moment mean? Marriage? I can't wait that long.
I'm going insane.
I want to have sex.
I want to have sex.
I want to have sex.
What will our first time look like? I can't stop imagining it.
Will he be gentle, or will he pin me down and break me? Will he kiss me while sliding in slow and deep, holding me close as I tremble? Or will he throw me onto my bed, pin my wrists, and pound into me like I'm nothing but his toy?
I want both. I want everything.
Sometimes I imagine climbing on top of him, pushing him down and riding him even if he resists. Would he get mad if I did that? Would he grab my hips and slam me down harder?
The thoughts won't stop. I almost want to do it for real. To tempt him until he can't hold back anymore. To show him I don't want to wait—I want him now.
Should I rape Souta-kun?
Can I be a bad girl for once?
No, I can't. What if Souta-kun hates me for it? I wouldn't be able to live with myself.
I want to have sex.
I want to have sex.
If Souta-kun wants me to be lewd, then I'll be as lewd as I can. I'll spread myself wide open for him without shame. I'll beg him, whisper the dirtiest words into his ear, say everything he wants to hear no matter how embarrassing.
I'll do anything. Anything. Because I love Mizuhara Souta.