A Man Who Lost Confidence, to a Gentle Chastity-Reversed World - Chapter 111-115

Chapter 111: A Clash of Lust with Asagi-san ☆

“Well then, I’ll just take everything off!”

Asagi-san, meeting my lascivious gaze, begins to unhook her pink bra. With a deft motion behind her back, the fabric falls away, leaving nothing to conceal her breasts.

Her beautifully rounded, bowl-shaped breasts, with their pretty pink nipples standing assertively at the tips, are once again lewdly erect. My eyes are glued to them, while Asagi-san gives a slightly mischievous smile.

“Look, they’re getting bigger little by little, aren’t they? It’s definitely because you’ve been touching them so much, Shun-kun! ♡”

Even so, she lifts her breasts with her own hands. It’s as if she’s pleased that I get excited by her chest, an action that feels like an affectionate gesture.

The softness of her breasts, their shape yielding under her touch, is something I can understand just by looking. Yes, Asagi-san’s breasts, which I’ve fondled countless times, are an erotic existence that I’ll probably use as fantasy material for the rest of my life.

“You’re always so worried, like, ‘Is it okay to touch them?’ But Shun-kun, you can touch them anytime! If you touch them, they might get even bigger, and I can’t help but think you’d be happy about that too, such convenient thoughts! ♡”

With her arms spread wide, Asagi-san waits for my move. Even knowing these are convenient thoughts, I don’t have the mental clarity to scrutinize them right now.

She keeps sending me expectant looks. No, not just today—Asagi-san has always had expectations of me.

“…Okay, I’m, I’m gonna touch them.”

Even so, I can’t just start fondling her chest without saying anything, so I stammer out the words. Touching the jiggly breasts of a beautiful girl like Asagi-san is always a nerve-wracking act for me.

I extend my trembling hands. The distance closes, and with a munyu sensation, my fingers sink into Asagi-san’s C-cup breasts.

“Ah…! ♡” Her face contorts with the sound, but it’s far from fear or disgust—it’s the expression of someone in the throes of pleasure.

There’s always a part of me that feels unworthy of fondling the breasts of a girl like Asagi-san. But once I touch her soft, growing breasts, my hands inevitably seek out their erotic allure.

“Nn, ah, Shun-kun, ahn, fuu, nn! ♡”

Her breasts, balancing firmness and softness, and the lewd moans escaping her despite my clumsy touch—everything is shredding my rationality.

To hear that they’ve grown because of me—how could I not get excited? And even as I touch them, her pink nipples remain hard at the tips.

“Asagi-san…!” I groan, my palms brushing against the tips of her breasts, her erect nipples.

Am I being too rough? Am I hurting her? The rationality to worry about such things is barely hanging on. Yet, with Asagi-san’s pleasured moans echoing, I end up forgiving my own actions.

“Ah, aah! Shun, kun! The tips, au! ♡”

Asagi-san’s cries grow shriller, stimulating my cock. The sight of my lover in such a disheveled state, combined with the feel of her erect nipples, pushes my lust to boundless heights.

A girl’s breasts, usually hidden, and the precious nipples at their tips—touching them drives me to a frenzied state of desire.

While watching her reactions, I’m undeniably fondling her breasts from the front, stroking those pink protrusions.

“Hyau! ♡ N-nipples, they’re, no good, I can’t hold back my voice, auu! Hi, ah, Shun-kun’s fingers, aah!”

In front of me, savoring that enchanting sensation, Asagi-san trembles slightly. I can feel it too, and I understand she’s reaching climax.

“I-I’m, ah, aah…!” Her voice trails off as she leans into my chest. The breasts I was fondling now press against my stomach, slightly squished, asserting their softness.

“Haa, my nipples, I came again… When you touch my nipples, Shun-kun, it’s always like this… I get so sensitive so fast…”

Asagi-san’s erotic aura intensifies. Being leaned on by a girl fresh from climax, my cock inevitably twitches with excitement.

“I’m, haa, sniffing your scent again, Shun-kun… Fuu, nn, and your cock’s still so hard… You’re so excited, it makes me too happy… ♡”

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Yet, to a lover who repeatedly calls me her happiness, my heart trembles.

This is bad—I can’t hold back anymore. That heartfelt assertion is about to burst inside me.

Seeing Asagi-san’s disheveled state and feeling her eroticism, my emotions are on the verge of breaking. My cock has been leaking precum for a while now.

I want to cum, I want to feel good with Asagi-san—every desire swirls in my heart, threatening to shatter me.

“Asagi-san, I, I can’t anymore…!”

I try to speak slowly, squeezing out the words, but not everything comes out smoothly. Even if I want to cum, can I really ask for sex? I wonder if that’s allowed for someone like me.

But hearing Asagi-san’s feelings, if she permits it, I end up making an extravagant request.

“Asagi-san, I can’t hold back anymore… So, I want to, with you, s-sex, I want to put it in your pussy…!”

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With my cock twitching, I blurt it out.

“…Haa, Shun, kun, me too…”

Catching her breath, Asagi-san looks up at me from my chest, smiling like a lascivious angel.

“Sex with Shun-kun… If you want it, Shun-kun… I’d take your cock anytime, no matter when! ♡”

Her expression, undeniably erotic, shifts as she pulls back slightly. She slides down her pink panties, tossing them carelessly with her skirt.

“Aha, Shun-kun, you got me so wet again, my panties are soaked… So, all the sex you want, you can pour it all into me… ♡”

Having bared everything to me, Asagi-san kneels and spreads her arms again.

Not just her breasts, but the slit I’ve thrust my cock into countless times, with its gradually thickening pubic hair, asserts her sexual allure. I can’t help but stare, my cock rock-hard.

“Asagi-san… I’m always sorry…!” I say as I move closer. The moment our bodies are about to overlap again, Asagi-san falls back onto the bed, and I follow in the same motion.

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“…Shun-kun, no apologizing! ♡”

Asagi-san lies on her back, with me hovering over her, almost as if I’ve pinned her down.

There’s a natural sense that I don’t deserve this situation. But that feeling might be fading, little by little.

“…You invited me on a date, escorted me… You accept all my lust, and you said you want to put it in my pussy… Haa, I’m way too blessed… ♡”

It’s undoubtedly because Asagi-san cherishes my small courage. I’m the one who should feel blessed.

She places both hands on my cheeks, giving me a lascivious smile.

“So, Shun-kun… In my pussy, without worrying about me, you can feel good as much as you want, however you want… So you don’t have to feel pain or anxiety… Okay? ♡”

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Like our earlier kiss, her words and direct gaze seem to absorb all my anxieties.

She knows I’m filled with all sorts of worries, and she doesn’t mock me for it.

“Asagi-san… Ugh, I’m sor…”

As I start to apologize, Asagi-san tilts her head slightly. Even in this lascivious atmosphere, I, dense as I am, can catch her meaning.

“…Ah, thank you, Asagi-san.”

Even if I don’t apologize, even if I avoid saying sorry, I must never stop expressing gratitude to Asagi-san. If she allows it, I owe her a lifetime of repayment.

“Nihehe… ♡” The girl before me smiles. Then, she pulls me closer, pressing our bodies together again.

Along with the warmth in my heart, I feel a surge of lust. In this situation, where I’m practically pinning her down, she’s completely naked, destroying my rationality.

“Aha, Shun-kun… Your cock’s been hard this whole time, I’m so happy… Whenever you want, however you want, let’s feel good together… ♡”

My face burns, and my cock, fully aware of how good it feels to enter her slit, stands at attention.

“U, un…!”

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Really, I should be thinking about making Asagi-san feel good, but all I can think about is cumming. I try to calm my heart, but her naked body, newly seen, overflows with sexual allure.

“Shun-kun, no holding back, okay? ♡”

With a melted expression, Asagi-san tells me this. I shouldn’t make a girl like her say such things—I need to step up, I tell myself, steadying my position.

Even if she allows it, thrusting in forcefully or entering in an awkward position would burden Asagi-san. At the same time, wanting to see her erotic expressions, I realize missionary is probably my favorite position.

I slowly bring my erect cock closer to the entrance of Asagi-san’s pussy. Even her thighs, which I lightly hold for support, are erotic parts that excite me just by touching.

Finally, my glans brushes against the slit. I’m about to experience that sensation I’ve felt so many times, once again, with my cock.

“Ah, Shun-kun’s cock, nn, the tip’s touching… I’m already so excited…!”

Asagi-san’s voice, her defenseless form before me—everything fuels my erection. My glans is moments from sliding into her vagina.

Though her slit is beautiful, it’s not perfectly closed. That’s undoubtedly because my cock has spread it open before.

Yet she’s always allowed it. To such an Asagi-san, I say, “A-Asagi-san, I’m putting it in!” and she nods.

“Un, Shun-kun, feel good as much as you want… Hehe! ♡”

Her blooming smile makes my cock tremble countless times. Just seeing her erotic expression has my precum dripping, even staining the sheets.

Holding back ejaculation, wanting to make Asagi-san feel good, I grip her thighs and slowly push my cock inside.

But with a nyurun sensation and Asagi-san’s “Nn! ♡” voice, my cock, aided by her overflowing love juices, slides in all the way to the base, unable to enter slowly.

“Auu! ♡ Shun-kun’s, ah, it’s, it’s in! ♡”

Asagi-san’s pussy swallows my cock, an intruder, into a wave of pleasure. The moment I feel it pulsing, her sweet voice echoes through the room.

“Ah, all, all of it, my stomach, it’s amazing, haa! ♡”

It might have been painful for my cock to enter so suddenly, but Asagi-san’s face is already flushed, gripping the sheets with a lascivious expression.

“Nn, haa, Shun-kun, ah, sorry, ah, I’m, I’m cumming, ngu, nnn!”

As the subtle vibrations of her vagina reach my cock, Asagi-san bites her lip slightly. As I watch her, enduring the pleasure, she begins to catch her breath with “Haa, haa.”

“…Haa, Shun, kun, just having your cock inside me, I came right away… Haa, cumming so fast, I can’t even hold back, uuu…”

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The more I think about Asagi-san feeling good from my cock, the duller my thoughts become. I shouldn’t be rough, but my hips move slightly, stirring the depths of her pussy.

“Hyau! ♡”

A single cry rings out, and she looks at my face. Her pleasure-soaked expression gradually shifts to an erotic smile.

“Ehehe, Shun-kun, you’re making such a pleased face… ♡”

Saying this, she reaches out, wrapping her arms around my back. Her lascivious expression feels closer, heightening my excitement.

“Ugh, Asagi-san, it, it feels good…!”

Groaning my overly honest feelings, Asagi-san lets out a sultry “Haa… ♡”

“So you really do feel good in my pussy, Shun-kun… Even though I can’t hold back at all, it’s so erotic! ♡”

Then she pulls me closer, kissing me for the umpteenth time.

“Nn, nnn, fuu, puha, y-yeah, this is too much happiness… Shun-kun, sorry for doing things on my own so much, but just a bit more…!”

Her lips, briefly parted, meet mine again at her initiative. As our tongues entwine, the folds wrapping my cock pulse, trying to draw out my semen.

Being kissed while my cock is teased—sweet sex that only lovers can share—repeats over and over.

And that becomes a catalyst for producing thick semen. Already leaking precum, I realize my limit is near.

“Aha, nn, Shun-kun… I’m kissing you so much! ♡”

Even barely moving, Asagi-san’s slick pussy, her soft lips, and the sweet words leaking from them drive my cock wild.

I want to move my cock and cum—that desire dominates me, and I tell Asagi-san.

“Asagi-san, c-can I, move…?”

At my words, she narrows her eyes.

“Un! ♡ Sorry for making it all about me. This time… nn, let out lots of cum, feel good! ♡”

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Oh, I’m done for, I think. Her words make me believe she’s allowing me to pour my semen into her pussy.

Being inside my lover’s pussy, a place where I’ve felt good so many times, always shatters my lust.

“A-Asagi-san, ugh, u, haa, haa!”

I thrust my cock repeatedly into her sopping pussy. Each time the sound of flesh colliding rings out, Asagi-san moans loudly.

“Ah! ♡ Yah! ♡ Au! ♡ Ah ah ah ah aah! Hyau! ♡ Ha, yan! ♡ Shun-kun, it’s, amazing, auu! ♡”

All but one thread of my rationality has snapped. That single thread is for making Asagi-san feel good, for our actions during sex.

“Yan! ♡ Inside, it’s, rubbing, hyauu! ♡ I-I’m, ah, haa, nnnn! ♡”

There’s a slightly different sensation in her vagina, a spot that makes her moan when my cock rubs it. That memory is my only thread of rationality. But whether it’s truly rational, I’m unsure.

Groaning pathetic sounds like “It, it feels good, ugh,” I piston into Asagi-san earnestly. Even trying to rub the upper part, the overwhelming stimulation to my cock is undeniable.

“Aah! Yah, I’m, I’m cumming, auu! ♡ Like this, Shun-kun, it feels, good, hyau, ahn, I’m going crazy! ♡”

Hearing Asagi-san’s moans, my frantic thrusting continues. The class beauty, my lover, who accepts my date invitations and goes wild from my filthy cock—it’s my limit.

“Ah, aah, Shun, kun… It, it feels good, au! ♡ Your cock, it’s hitting all the good spots, hau! ♡”

Even my small, perhaps selfish actions, she notices.

To such a kind girl, I can’t hold back wanting to cum. Her lewdly swaying breasts, the closer scent of a girl—all of it tries to break the stopper at my tip.

“Ah! ♡ Au! ♡ My head, it’s fuzzy, yan, aah, I-I’m, u, ah, aah…! ♡”

My impatient cock, leaking precum, can’t possibly last long in Asagi-san’s constantly climaxing vagina.

“A-Asagi-san, I, haa, it’s bad, maybe!” I try to warn her before cumming, but my hips don’t stop. It’s indulgent, but believing she wants this, my cock swells repeatedly.

“Ahn! ♡ Yan! ♡ A-Already, auu! ♡ Haa! ♡ Your cock, ah, au, aah, ah! ♡ Shun-kun, au, I’m, I’m cumming! ♡”

Like a final sprint, a move I shouldn’t make, Asagi-san’s moans increase. Excited by all of her, I feel my lower body being swept away, releasing that heat in one burst.

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“Ugh, it’s, it’s coming, u!”

From my tip, semen erupts wildly, slamming into the depths of her pussy. My cock continues to twitch inside Asagi-san’s vagina.

“Aaah! Ah, aah! ♡ My stomach, it’s hot, it’s coming, hyau, I-I’m cumming, nn, fuu! ♡ Au, haa, Shun-kun, you’re cumming, haa! ♡”

I can barely understand that Asagi-san isn’t嫌がっていない嫌がっていない (disgusted). But whether it’s okay to unload all my semen inside her vagina, I don’t know, and I might have burdened her slender waist, which I grabbed partway through.

Yet Asagi-san doesn’t reproach me, accepting her pussy being dirtied. With thick semen creampied inside, she wears a blissful expression, an angelic girl to me.

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Knowing it’s presumptuous, I’m overwhelmed by pleasure. The moment I realize my ejaculation has stopped, she calls me with a breathy “Haa, Shun, kun…”

“Shun-kun, haa, let’s kiss… ♡”

Without prompting me to pull out, Asagi-san reaches for me, asking for another kiss.

Seeing her like that, my cock, still inside, doesn’t soften. Naturally, I accept my lover’s words.

Even coated in lust, she kisses me.

“Nn, nnn, hyun, kun, fuu, nmuu, nn…! ♡”

On the bed, feeling our sticky connection, we devour each other’s mouths for minutes. It’s an utterly lascivious, lust-filled situation.

Chapter 112: The Bathroom and Faint Lust ☆

“…Fufu ♡”

In front of me, Asagi-san lies down, smiling broadly while gently rubbing her stomach, as if cherishing it. Despite the lust-filled whiteness of my desires, I selfishly feel that she’s thinking fondly of it.

Right now, following Asagi-san’s invitation of, “I’m a bit out of breath too, so shall we rest together?” we’re lying side by side on the bed, almost like cuddling.

“Plus, lying face-to-face with you, Shun-kun, feels so nice… I could stay like this forever.”

The expression of the girl I’m completely smitten with sparkles even more with the slight sweat on her face, enhancing her charm.

Asagi-san has always said that cuddling like this is something she’s dreamed of, and she seems delighted in this moment. As she scoots even closer, her pink nipples are so near they might brush against me.

I say, “…Yeah, thanks, Asagi-san,” but I can’t fully suppress my erection. Though I’ve released all my semen, my cock remains half-hard near her stomach.

“Shun-kun, today, as always—no, even more than usual—I felt so good… ♡”

Whether she notices or not, she reaches for the back of my head, locking eyes with me in an almost too-direct gaze.

“You’ve figured out all my weak spots, Shun-kun. So when we have sex, I don’t have time to think about anything else—I just feel happy. I don’t think I can satisfy myself with just masturbating to you anymore ♡”

Looking at my face, Asagi-san narrows her eyes with a smile. Her lascivious words make my foolish cock twitch, a reaction that probably won’t change no matter how many times we have sex.

“Hey, Shun-kun, did you feel good?”

To my lover’s question, I can only nod.

“…Yeah, it felt insanely good.”

Beyond that, instead of hiding my emotions, I meet her eyes and confess.

“You made such erotic moans because of me, and each time, I got so excited… All I could think about was how cute you are, how good it felt.”

My words are blunt, but hiding my lustful feelings from her has become nearly impossible for me.

“Good! ♡ I was worried because I was so loud, but if it excites you, Shun-kun, maybe I don’t have to hold back, right? ♡”

Then she leans in again, giving my lips a light kiss. The countless kisses today keep trembling my heart, preventing my cock from softening.

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We lie side by side, gazing at each other. More accurately, I struggle to meet Asagi-san’s hot, sweet gaze, and occasionally, she touches me. Though I’m not flabby, I’m far from muscular, which makes me feel a bit apologetic.

“Hehe, you’re a bit sweaty, Shun-kun. Giving your all for me like this—everything about it makes me so happy.”

She says this with a grin, but I can’t help worrying if I smell bad.

“Uh, am I, like, smelly?”

“No way, Shun-kun, not at all! If anything, your scent is so strong, I want to feel all of it ♡”

Imagining “feeling all of it” sends my brain spiraling into lascivious thoughts. Every action she desires, I convert into sexual acts.

“But I’m a bit sweaty too, so shall we shower? If it’s okay with you, Shun-kun, I’d love to do it together ♡”

Her assertiveness always leaves me passive. The longer we stay naked, the more a lascivious atmosphere builds between us, and I’m sure I’ll get rock-hard in no time.

But there’s nothing bad about it, and even if I get hard easily, she won’t judge me. Through our shared experiences, I’ve fallen into the sense that my lust is permitted.

“…Yeah, together… Is that okay?”

I ask hesitantly, but if she wants it, I can’t help wanting the same.

“Fufu, I want to be with you, Shun-kun! ♡”

As expected, Asagi-san smiles at me. Her smile, filled with adorableness and purity, is always like magic to me.

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Even though it’s a short distance to the bathroom, Asagi-san stays close to me the whole way. It’s like our daytime date, but we’re both completely naked, so I feel the softness of her breasts fully, and my half-erection is fully exposed.

“Shun-kun, you’re getting hard again… ♡” I hear her voice as we pass through the changing area and head straight to the bathroom.

“Not just a shower—let’s fill the tub a bit too.”

Saying this, she steps away from me and twists the faucet on the tub. The setup reminds me of a business hotel, but it’s slightly more spacious, so two people can fit comfortably.

Right now, Asagi-san is checking the water temperature, bending over with her butt sticking out toward me. Even though we’re lovers who’ve had sex countless times, seeing her in such a defenseless pose shifts the angle of my half-erect cock.

Her small but soft peach-like butt, a part of a beautiful girl that’s usually hidden, is fully visible to me without any barriers. The slit at its center, the entrance to the vagina where I poured my semen, makes it impossible not to get excited.

“Alright, shall I wash your hair first, Shun-kun…?”

Asagi-san turns to look at me, her words trailing off in a questioning tone. That’s because her gaze has shifted back to my erection.

“…Your cock, Shun-kun, it’s getting so lively.”

My skyward cock is so hard it can’t even twitch anymore, and her gaze only fuels it.

“Even after cumming so much, you’re still excited… ♡”

Smiling broadly, she squats down, her cute face so close to my cock it might brush against it. At that distance, she sniffs it while grinning.

“Uh, um, Asagi-san, that’s…” I stammer for a moment. Saying her protruding butt was erotic feels like something only a guy constantly looking for sexy things would say.

But it’s true, and there’s no hiding it anymore. Asagi-san knows I’m a lustful monster, and she doesn’t mock me for it.

Trust or indulgence, I don’t know. But I think it’s okay with Asagi-san.

“Your, your butt, it was so erotic… When I thought that, it got so hard it’s pointing up…!”

The moment I answer, Asagi-san lowers the corners of her eyes. To me, it’s as if there are heart marks in her eyes.

Whether that’s real or not, I don’t know, but there’s no mistake that she’s letting out a big sigh and looking up at me with my cock right there.

“Shun-kun, that’s just too much… ♡ Thinking you want to cum because of my butt, I can’t help but love your cock even more ♡”

Every word she says makes my cock stand taller. “Hehe, it’s twitching again! ♡” she says while sniffing, her soft-looking cheeks so close.

Then Asagi-san tightly twists the faucet, stopping the water filling the tub.

“…Shun-kun, I said we’d shower, but if you feel like cumming again, then I…”

The lascivious beauty makes a muchuu sound as she gives my cock a light kiss. My whole body trembles, and Asagi-san slowly stands, placing her hands on the tub’s edge.

Bending her back and sticking her butt out toward me, the pussy I filled with semen appeals to me even more closely.

“As long as you’re not too tired, Shun-kun, I want you to thrust into me from behind again ♡ I know I shouldn’t keep asking you, but with your cock so hard, I want it to feel good inside me… ♡”

She’s considerate of me, but at the same time, she wiggles her butt slightly, seeking my cock.

“Sorry for being selfish, but if you’re okay with it, Shun-kun…”

I can’t resist my lust anymore. Excited by Asagi-san’s jiggly butt and wanting to thrust into her pussy, I’m truly a lust monster.

With trembling hands, I reach for her hips. Even her voice calling my name, “Ah, Shun, kun,” feels sweet.

“It’s not selfish! I want to, from behind, put it in again…!”

We’ve done doggy-style sex once or twice in a hotel, and it felt insanely good. But standing doggy with her holding the tub’s edge? I never thought I’d do something like this in my life.

“Ah, y-yes, so you can feel good a lot, Shun-kun… ♡”

Drawn to her butt, I bring my cock closer. Engaging in sex because we both want it—something I could never have dreamed of in my old world—is happening like crazy now.

As I press my cock against her slit, Asagi-san’s body trembles slightly, and she turns to look at me. Her expression is, as expected, adorable yet that of a lascivious angel.

“I’d be so happy if you thrust your cock in a lot… ♡”

Her angelic words spur me on. Entering her in doggy style, my cock pushes deep inside, and I hear her “Nnn! ♡” voice.

“Ahaa, Shun-kun, it’s, maybe even harder than before…! It’s all, piercing me, haa, this is bad, I’m already feeling so good… ♡”

She glances back at me with expectant eyes. My two emotions—wanting to make her feel good and wanting to feel good myself—are on the verge of exploding.

“Asagi-san, I’m gonna move, okay…!” At my voice, she nods slightly and replies, “Un! ♡ You don’t have to hold back, it’s okay! ♡”

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From there, my clumsy but earnest thrusting begins. The pan pan sound of flesh colliding echoes, reverberating even in the spacious bathroom.

“Ah! ♡ Yah! ♡ T-This, hau! ♡ Ah! ♡ It’s bad, aah! ♡”

But Asagi-san’s moans overwrite it, dominating my ears. Her delicate, girlish cries, which I’ve heard so many times but can never get used to, are simply enchanting.

Her butt jiggles slightly, and her pussy pulses inside. All I can do is thrust my cock into her vagina, which feels nothing but good, trying to draw out my semen.

“Au! ♡ Ah! ♡ Haa, Shun, kun, it’s, rubbing again, ah, ah ah ah aah! ♡”

Surely, I’m hitting that sensitive spot inside her again, rubbing it with my cock. Seeing her moan each time makes my hips move more.

I’m completely lost. Holding her hips to support her, making sure it doesn’t hurt—those basic things I have to consciously focus on, or I feel I’ll lose control.

“Haa, ah, feels, good! ♡ Shun-kun, all of it, ah, fuu, hiu! ♡ It’s so wet, I can feel its shape, aah, haa, haa! ♡”

“Ugh, I’m, feeling good too, I’m being swept away!”

If I let my guard down, I’ll cum right away, and it scares me. She wanted to do it doggy-style, but cumming quickly feels like failing her expectations.

“Hau, ah, aah, ah, it’s bad, I-I’m, cumming, ah, aah… I’m, always cumming, yah, aah! ♡”

Yet, feeling her climax, understanding her pussy is crawling over my cock with a guchu guchu sound, I can’t hold back at all.

Her glossy black hair, healthy skin, slender waist, and protruding butt—visual information alone floods me with excitement for Asagi-san.

“Aah, haa, my legs, no strength, ah, rubbing, I-I’m, cumming, yah, nn, no way, already, aah! ♡”

Each time I support her hips and move my cock, the folds pulse and stimulate. I’m fully aware, with my whole body, that she’s moaning because of my cock.

I’m close to cumming. Thinking that, I stop thrusting once. Then, catching her breath, she turns to me.

“Haa! ♡ Haa! ♡ Shun, kun, what do I do… My arms, they’re losing strength, auu, nn, haa!”

With my cock still inside, she’s leaning her full weight on the tub’s edge. Even in my near-limit state, I understand we need to adjust our position slightly.

But, drowned in pleasure, my thoughts are at maybe 30% capacity. All I can think of is supporting her arms.

“Asagi-san, can I, support your arms?”

Releasing her hips, I first extend my right hand toward her. Her eyes teary, she responds, “…Un!”

She reaches her right arm back, and I grasp her delicate arm. The angle of penetration shifts slightly, drawing an “Ah! ♡” sweet moan from her.

Next, I support her left arm. Her body, fully supported by my strength, feels so light and filled with a love I’d never let go of, even in death.

“Haa! ♡ This is bad, it’s all, piercing, reaching… Like this, ah, being supported by you, Shun-kun, I might die… ♡”

In her eyes, turned toward me, I still see heart marks. It might be an illusion, but with that expression, my semen surges, and my hips move.

“Ah! ♡ Ah! ♡ Yan! ♡ Hiu! ♡ Aah! ♡ Already, hia! ♡ Aah! ♡”

Supporting a girl with my arms and cock, I indulge in pleasure. In standing doggy, I thrust my lust into her peach-like butt, trying to pour in my semen.

“Y-Yah, I’m gonna, cum, haa!”

“Ahn! ♡ Cumming, ah, aah! ♡ Ah, nn! ♡ Ah! ♡ Ah! ♡ Aah! ♡”

I squeeze out my voice as loud as I can, but her cries drown it out. Without the composure to stop thrusting and declare it, I release the stopper at my tip.

By the time I think “I’m cumming,” I’m already groaning “Ugh!” and dirtying her vagina. From behind, I start another ejaculation, slamming into Asagi-san’s pussy.

“Ah! ♡ It’s coming, haa! ♡ Shun-kun’s, cum, ah, yah, ugh, inside, aah…! ♡”

The semen, likely produced in these past few minutes, shoots out with a byuru byuru sensation, reaching her deepest parts again. In this animalistic doggy-style sex, my cock, piercing deep, delivers the whiteness directly.

Even as my lower body weakens, I somehow keep supporting her. But that also means staying connected until the very end, hearing her erotic “Hau, ah, nn, aah” moans.

※

Having released all my semen, I finally realize my cock is softening. Pulling back slightly, it slips out of her pussy with a zururi, revealing my love-juice-coated cock.

As my insertion ends, Asagi-san slowly lowers her hips. Released from my weak hold, she squats and turns to face me.

Wanting to meet her gaze, I sit down too, and Asagi-san fully settles her butt on the bathroom floor.

“Haa, haa, nn… Ehehe, it’s so intense, what do I do… ♡”

Perhaps because she’s in a comfortable position, her breathing gradually steadies, and we lock eyes.

“…I don’t even know anymore, my head’s all tingly, but as expected, it felt so good… ♡”

In a position like a gym class squat, the slit leaking semen is slightly visible. Yet, that part is completely defenseless, and she keeps looking at me with eyes full of affection.

※

After a rest for both Asagi-san and me, we finally move to washing our bodies.

Just a moment ago, I asked, “Uh, can I, wash you first, Asagi-san…?” It was a suggestion—maybe not the right one—born from wanting her to rest since she’s tired.

But Asagi-san asked, “Is that okay? Aren’t you tired, Shun-kun?” When I said I was fine, she smiled happily.

In the end, we decided to wash each other’s hair, rinse off the sweat with the shower, and soak in the tub.

“…If I wash your cock, Shun-kun, even though you just came, I might end up begging for more semen.”

Her words make my heart race. But for me, touching her body might spark selfish excitement again, so this moment might be best as it is.

Right now, I’m clumsily shampooing Asagi-san’s hair, and she’s completely trusting herself to me.

Even though I’ve done this for Maki-san or Yuki, touching a girl’s precious hair makes me nervous. So, trying to be extra careful, I take too long.

“…Any itchy spots?”

Mimicking a hairdresser’s line, I ask, and Asagi-san replies brightly, “All good! ♡”

I try not to mess up her beautiful black hair. The more I focus, the slower I get, but Asagi-san never once rushes me.

Chapter 113: The Bathtub and Sofa, Beyond Just Conversation ☆

While checking the shower’s temperature, I rinse Asagi-san’s long hair. She completely entrusts herself to my touch, and once all the bubbles are washed away, she leans back against me.

“Shun-kun, thanks for washing my hair so carefully.”

Saying this, she turns to look up at me.

“My hair would be fine even if you were a bit rougher, but it makes me so happy… ♡”

Even when I mumble something vague like, “…No, it’s because it’s your hair, Asagi-san,” she gives me a warm smile. Then, standing up energetically, she gestures for me to take the chair.

“Getting my hair washed by you gave me a burst of energy, so now I want to do yours, Shun-kun! ♡ Is that okay?”

I nod at her question. It’s different from sex, but having a girl wash my hair makes me flustered. Especially since she’s the one who wants to do it.

Do couples in the world do this kind of thing so casually? If so, how strong must men’s hearts be?

With that thought, I take the chair as we switch places. My legs are pressed together, probably from nerves, and I feel pathetic as usual.

“I’m gonna shampoo now, okay?” Her voice rings out, and Asagi-san’s hands touch my head. As the foam builds, I think my hair, unlike her beautiful black locks, isn’t anything special.

“Hehe, any itchy spots?”

“U-uh, no, I’m good, thanks.”

But Asagi-san handles it with genuine care, massaging my scalp and adding a sense of moisture.

I should probably take better care of my hair. I don’t remember what I did before, but these past few months, I’ve been trimming it myself to keep it short. The nape gets uneven, though, so maybe it’s time to visit a salon.

To stand beside Asagi-san, I should pay a bit more attention to my appearance. I’m doing the bare minimum now, but this is a point where I need to step up.

※

Though my mind wanders, I surrender to her soft touch. My hair is shorter, so it’s done faster than hers, but her care is no less thorough.

“I’m gonna rinse now. Tell me if it’s too hot, okay?”

Asagi-san washes away the foam, checking my hair. Finally, she touches it gently, says, “Yup, all good!” and lets go.

Feeling as if even my heart’s impurities have been cleansed, I turn on the chair and say, “Asagi-san, uh, thanks for washing my hair.” My eyes could drift to her wet, naked body, but I focus on her eyes.

“No way! I’m the one who’s happy to wash your hair, Shun-kun, and I really love it! ♡”

Saying this, she reaches out to me. Taking her hand feels not just natural but like a luxury.

“Shall we rinse our bodies with some water and hop in the tub?”

Her smile makes me tremble again, and our joined hands convey that emotion.

※

After a quick rinse with the shower, we slip into the tub. Asagi-san urges me in first, and as I stretch out my legs, she slides in, overlapping with me.

“Shun-kun, is it okay if I sit here?”

Nestling between my legs, Asagi-san stretches out her legs too, leaning her back against me. She’s seeking a very lover-like closeness in the tub.

My half-erect cock presses against her butt. After two ejaculations, it’s not fully recovered, but the erotic feelings I can’t hide persist.

“Haaa, this is bliss… ♡”

Glancing back to check my face, Asagi-san leans in closer. The feel of her back, the scent of her freshly washed hair, the glimpse of her breast tips from above—all assert her feminine allure.

To the girl who calls this happiness, I reach out with trembling hands. Thinking it’s okay to act like lovers, I wrap my arms around her stomach.

I’ve done this with Maki-san and Yuki too, but the nerves don’t change. Yet, the girl before me responds with a “Hehe! ♡” and a smile.

This is such a blessed situation, a joyful space. As my love for Asagi-san wells up, she keeps looking back, bringing her face closer, her small lips puckered.

“…Let’s kiss ♡”

At her words, I move my face, and our lips meet again. The position limits us to a brief kiss, but even a light one keeps my heart racing.

※

While soaking in the tub, we talk slowly.

Asagi-san shares how good the earlier sex felt, and I admit the same, but mostly, we relax, discussing summer vacation and other light topics.

Sometimes, she asks, “Can I touch?” before stroking my thigh or gives me a gentle kiss, maintaining physical closeness. Or rather, being this close is already intense intimacy.

After talking about club activities and homework, I say, “Asagi-san, uh, can I ask you something?”

“Hm? Of course it’s okay!” she replies, so I share what I was thinking about the salon.

“Um, where do you usually get your hair cut, Asagi-san? Seeing your beautiful hair made me think I should take better care of mine.”

Maybe it’s not something a guy should ask a girl, and the reason might seem odd. But with hair as gorgeous as Asagi-san’s, I thought she might have advice even for a guy like me.

“Fufu! ♡ Saying my hair’s beautiful makes my heart race… But a salon, huh…”

She seems delighted by my sudden comment but turns to me with a slightly troubled look.

“I go to a salon by the station every few months, but I’ve never seen guys there. They’d probably do it, but they might not be used to it.”

According to Asagi-san, the stylists are mostly women, so there are hardly any male clients. It’s like my old world, but the gender divide here seems even stronger.

“I’m not super knowledgeable, but guys seem to get cuts from trusted people or do it themselves in front of a mirror. Oh, so you’ve been cutting your own hair, Shun-kun?”

To her response, I reply, “…Yeah, lately, that’s all I’ve done,” while thinking. In this world, young male stylists probably draw big crowds.

Maybe I should try an old-school barber run by older men. As I think this, Asagi-san says, “Oh, how about this?” as if struck by an idea.

“Let’s look for a stylist used to guys! I don’t know any, but I know someone who might.”

When I can’t think of anyone, she points her index finger up and explains.

“You know, Kurokawa-san, who we saw this morning! When we messaged, she said she’s got model friends, so she knows a bit about salons. Want me to ask her if she knows a good place?”

Indeed, Kurokawa-san, being part of a modeling agency, likely has connections. I can imagine salons and models go hand in hand.

“…Is that okay? For me, I mean.”

“For you, Shun-kun, it’s totally fine! ♡ Plus, I’m going swimsuit shopping, and Kurokawa-san might know good spots, so I’ll ask her.”

With her saying that much, I decide to let her handle it. Until now, I probably relied on self-cuts, friends, or male barbers, and finding a new salon feels like a good step. (Also, I don’t have any salon or barber membership cards, so I’m likely doing it myself.)

“Then I’ll ask tomorrow while picking swimsuits with Maki! ♡”

Meanwhile, the pool event with Asagi-san, Maki-san, and Kurumi-san is approaching. Everything’s coming up, and they all make me nervous, but I can’t shy away anymore.

※

Checking the small clock in the changing area, over an hour has passed since check-in. After drying off, we slip into thin summer bathrobes and move to the room’s sofa.

“Shun-kun, have you decided on a swimsuit?”

Until our bodies are fully dry, Asagi-san keeps the topic on the pool. I mention I have a school one but plan to order a swimsuit online.

“Fufu, seeing a guy my age in a swimsuit feels like a rare treat. Being with you, Shun-kun, might be numbing my senses.”

She responds as if savoring my answer, then asks, “What kind of swimsuit would you like me to wear, Shun-kun?”

“Uh, whatever you think is cute, Asagi-san, is fine…”

I feel it’s presumptuous to choose, and I want her to pick what she loves. My taste isn’t something to rely on.

“Hehe, got it! ♡ I’ll do that then… Oh, but is a bikini too revealing? Any styles you don’t like?”

Imagining a revealing swimsuit stirs improper feelings. No matter how many times I’ve seen her naked, swimsuits still hit differently.

“…No, if it’s something you want to wear, I want you to wear it, whatever it is.”

In front of my straightforward confession, Asagi-san raises a hand and says, “Got it! ♡”

“If you say that, I kinda want to bring a bunch and change into them all, but I’ll pick carefully! ♡ For Maki’s too, of course!”

Yes, not just Asagi-san but Maki-san will also show me their swimsuits. Dating two beautiful girls is something I’d normally get stabbed for.

“…Yeah, thanks, Asagi-san. Really, always… thank you.”

My vocabulary is so limited, all I can say is thank you.

“Ehehe, Shun-kun, I’m the one who’s thankful! ♡”

Yet, the girl tightly gripping my hand guides me to peace. There’s no malice or calculation. No, these past few months with Asagi-san have been wrapped in a gentle atmosphere.

It takes about ten minutes for our bodies to dry. Our hands stay linked, and indulging in her tight grip, I squeeze back.

※

Now that our slightly damp bodies are dry, Asagi-san stands once, gathering our clothes from the bed and placing them on a table near the sofa.

“Ah, sor—thanks,” I say, catching my apology and feeling guilty for letting her do it again. I should be the one handling this smoothly.

But as I start to dwell on that guilt, Asagi-san glances at my lower body, her expression turning thoughtful.

Wondering if I’ve troubled her or what she’s feeling, she sits back beside me. Then, straightening her posture, she gives me a pleading look.

“Shun-kun, I have one last request. Can you hear me out, just a bit?”

I nod.

“…Shun-kun, before we leave, I was thinking… I want to try resting my head on your lap, on your thighs. It might be heavy, but just for a moment, please… Is that okay?”

Our bathrobes are barely draped on, untied. My thighs are visible, and her gaze has been lingering there.

“Seeing your thighs reminded me of the lap pillow at lunch, and I wondered how yours would feel. If you’re tired, Shun-kun, it doesn’t have to be now—”

Unlike Asagi-san’s thighs, I don’t think mine have any value. But refusing my lover’s wish isn’t an option for me.

“No, if you want it, Asagi-san, you can… until you’re satisfied, it’s fine…?”

Saying “enjoy my lap to your heart’s content” feels creepy. But thinking of what she wants leads me to this answer.

“…Really, thank you, Shun-kun… ♡”

Savoring my response, Asagi-san flashes a beaming smile and carefully leans toward me.

“Okay, Shun-kun, here I go!” With that, Asagi-san, draped in just a bathrobe, rests on my lap. Her long hair tickles my thighs, and she naturally looks up at me.

“Ehehe, just like at lunch! ♡”

She says that, but post-sex, with our thin, open bathrobes, the eroticism is on another level.

Her beautiful breasts, including their tips, are 70% exposed, as is the triangle at her crotch. Despite such vulnerability, Asagi-san smiles happily, gazing up at me.

“Asagi-san, does it hurt?”

“Fufu, it’s yours, Shun-kun, so there’s no way it could!”

Vulnerable, innocent—mixed emotions and thoughts swirl. But what’s certain is my cock slowly hardening again.

With an erotic scene before me and my half-naked state, it’s impossible not to get aroused. Such excuses only make my cock harder.

Not quite throbbing, but a taut erection forms at my lower abdomen. And, of course, my lover, resting so close, notices.

“Ah, Shun-kun… ♡”

Did she catch it from the corner of her eye, or was she watching? She notices instantly and slowly turns her face toward my cock. In that position, my cock and her face are suddenly close.

“Oh, Shun-kun… You’re already building up more cum… You’re not pushing yourself, right?”

She’s concerned, but I can hear her breathing. Having Asagi-san sniff my cock is exciting both visually and audibly.

“…No. You’re so close, Asagi-san, and so vulnerable, I couldn’t help thinking it’s erotic again…”

Asked why I’m hard, I answer with brutal honesty. This dynamic is built on her kindness and greed for erotic things.

“Hehe, yes! ♡ Then, one last time, I’ll try to make you feel good, Shun-kun! ♡”

With those words, she adjusts her head slightly and, checking my expression, asks, “You’ll let me?”

“U-un, but don’t push yourself…!”

My pathetic face squeezes out a response, but by the end, I’m swallowed by pleasure. With my consent, Asagi-san takes my cock into her mouth, starting from the tip.

I’d never think it’s normal to have a girl take my cock in her mouth without me begging. Yet, my lower body is quickly dragged into the path of pleasure.

“Nnn! ♡ Fuu, Shun-kun’s…!”

Her hands-free blowjob is something she’s done consistently. Licking my cock earnestly while letting out erotic breaths, she’s far too devoted for someone like me.

“Ahh, ugh, Asagi-san!”

Not just my pathetic face, but my weak voice comes out too. Having had sex so many times, she probably knows all my cock’s weak spots.

“Haa, nn, fufu, your cock, feels good, right? Nn!”

Each time she speaks to me, her tongue teases the tip. The sounds from our connection heighten my arousal, and my whole lower body feels swept away.

Despite her many blowjobs, I’m not getting used to the pleasure—I’m getting weaker. I’m strongly reminded of how erotically she’s growing.

On my third ejaculation, the urge to cum rises quickly, and my hips nearly lift. Lost in simple thoughts of feeling good and wanting to cum, I manage, “Y-Yah, I’m gonna cum!”

“Nn! ♡ Fuu! ♡ Nn, fufu, Shun-kun…”

Hearing my voice, Asagi-san pulls her mouth off once. My glossy, coated cock looks far too erect for having cum twice.

Trembling with pleasure, she looks up at me.

“Shun-kun, when you want to cum, anytime… I want you to shoot deep in my throat ♡ I’m so happy when you cum again, so… okay?”

Looking at my face, Asagi-san fills her mouth with my cock again. Her tongue, wrapping around the tip, shaft, and base, moves as if begging for my cum.

“Nn, nmu, nn, fuu, nn!”

“Ah, yah, haa, yah, ugh!”

In the end, I’m indulging in her eroticism and getting easy erections.

Above all, I’m a pathetic cock that cums the moment it’s asked.

“Ah, it’s, coming, aah!”

With a sensation of strength draining, semen is produced and instantly pours into her mouth.

“Nnnn! Fugu, nmu, nn! ♡ Fu, nn, ngu!”

Since I came deep in her throat, the semen must be hitting it directly. In such a harsh situation, she never pulls away—in fact, she takes it even deeper.

Her “strong” actions continue until I finish, and as my cock softens, she licks it thoroughly in her mouth before reluctantly pulling away.

“Ehehe, Shun-kun… Ahh! ♡”

Looking up at me, she opens her mouth wide to show me.

Aside from a bit left from cleaning, there’s no whiteness. My desires have all been poured deep into her.

“Ahh, ahh, fufu, your cum, Shun-kun, it’s so sticky, it might be clinging to my throat! ♡”

Confirming it vocally makes it clear it reached her throat. It also means I’ve cum to my absolute limit.

Asagi-san washes down the sticky semen in her throat with bottled water. “Ahh, ahh, yup, it was definitely stuck. Did it go to my stomach?” she says, handing me my clothes.

“…Shun-kun, sorry. When I see you hard, I just want to make you cum. You might be tired… Did it feel good?”

Sitting back on the sofa and adjusting her posture, Asagi-san asks. Staring at me, I’m still basking in pleasure but quickly shake my head.

“…Being able to do this with you, Asagi-san, is truly happiness for me. So you don’t have to worry about being pushy. And it felt really, really good.”

When I want to ease her worries, my words come out smoother than usual.

“…Happiness, huh… Hehe, thank you! ♡”

Hugging her clothes, Asagi-san’s relieved expression turns into a smile.

Chapter 114: A Charm for Each Other

Now, at the cusp of evening and night, we finally put on our clothes and leave the room where we indulged in our lust. I knew Asagi-san has club activities tomorrow morning, and even if she doesn’t say it outright, when she brought our clothes, I should probably restrain myself.

Even so, we were together while putting on our underwear, and when Asagi-san slipped on her panties, saying, “They’re still a bit damp, huh?” I couldn’t exactly stay calm.

In moments like these, Asagi-san is so unguarded with me, and at the same time, my eyes are drawn to the sight of her perfectly shaped breasts being tucked into her bra.

But my cock, having been enveloped by Asagi-san and erupting in explosive ejaculations, stays soft for now. That’s why we managed to finish dressing without reigniting our desires, and we’re already walking down the hotel corridor.

“…It’s really quiet, huh? Not many people using this place, I guess.”

Asagi-san, while worrying if she’s been too forward, holds my hand as we walk. Right now, it feels like we’re just a couple innocently holding hands. Of course, whether spending the afternoon in a love hotel is “normal” is a tough question.

※

At the front desk, we settle the bill together. When I hurriedly placed a bill on the counter, Asagi-san said, “Eh?” but perhaps noticing the receptionist’s gaze, we ended up splitting the cost.

I don’t remember the going rate for love hotel stays in my old world, but for the atmosphere of a proper hotel, this price seems like a steal. I had imagined payments here would involve automated machines or air tubes.

Amid this, I can’t help but think a little about how we’re having sex for pleasure, not for procreation as the country might hope. Of course, getting Asagi-san pregnant while we’re still in high school could ruin her future, so I absolutely have to be careful.

“Sorry, Shun-kun, for making you pay again,” Asagi-san says, looking apologetic. She once said she’d want to have my child, so I think she’s on the pill now, considering our student status.

Even if I said, “I want a child with Asagi-san,” I know I lack the means to support a family—financially, emotionally, and in every other way. Becoming a father requires courage and strength I don’t have. Being a good father feels like a distant goal.

I’ve heard this world offers significant support for having children. Still, I think only after building mental strength could I take on something as serious as getting a girl pregnant.

“Well, Shun-kun… shall we go?”

But.

For a man, it’s a monumental event, something I thought I’d never experience. If Asagi-san wants it, and if I can gradually become the ideal version of myself…

“…Yeah, Asagi-san.”

Maybe, just maybe, a few years from now, our future could be even kinder than it is now.

…Even if it’s a hypothetical within a hypothetical, I’m surprised to find myself thinking about having a child with a woman. Still, I head home with Asagi-san. She chats brightly by my side all the way to the station and to my house.

※

Asagi-san walks me home again. Even in summer, by just before 7 p.m., the sun is setting, streetlights glow brightly, and the residential area feels different from daytime.

“Well, Shun-kun, see you next week! I’m looking forward to the pool!”

Her smile and greeting shine as brightly as the light by my house. She’s truly a girl like the sun itself.

“…Yeah, I’m looking forward to it too.”

Even in these farewells, I can’t match Asagi-san’s brightness and only manage plain words. But compared to before, I stutter less, so maybe I’ve improved a tiny bit. Really just a little, maybe imperceptible to others.

“Thanks! ♡ Well, Shun-kun, rest well, okay? You might’ve pushed yourself for me… Oh, but I’ll just pray you sleep soundly! ♡”

With a cute “Is that okay?” confirmation, Asagi-san makes an adorable suggestion. I nod slightly, and she takes my hand, which she’d let go of earlier.

“So, may you, Shun-kun, tonight—no, always—sleep without any worries… ♡”

Even her small hands, when clasped together, cover my left hand. A ticklish warmth comes through, and her gaze steadily holds my expression.

After a few seconds of that firm grip, she lets go.

“Hehe, I don’t know if it’ll work, but I put all my heart into it.”

Her smile makes my heart leap again. This act, a so-called “charm,” feels like something a lovey-dovey couple in a story would do—sweet as if dusted with sugar.

“…Yeah, uh, thanks. You rest well too, Asagi-san…”

Asagi-san’s cuteness makes this “charm” overwhelmingly powerful. But is my plain response enough for what she’s done?

She replies, “Un!” with no hint of dissatisfaction. Still, have I given a reaction worthy of her gesture?

I’m never sure if my actions are right or overstepping; my judgment is always vague. Even after months here, I often overthink how others perceive me.

But returning something equal to, or even greater than, what Asagi-san has done can’t be wrong.

So now, I try to grab her hand again. My nerves make me miss the first time, but I catch her right hand on the second try.

There’s an “Ah” from her. But as long as she doesn’t pull away, I’ll indulge in her kindness, believing she’d never voice disgust.

With both hands, I envelop her right hand.

“I want you, Asagi-san, to sleep well from now on too!”

I wish I could say it as smoothly as she does, but I push that thought aside and put strength into holding her small hand. Gauging just enough pressure not to hurt her is no easy task under her cute gaze.

I earnestly meet her eyes. Lit by the streetlight and house light, she looks surprised at first, then narrows her eyes at me.

“Shun-kun… ♡”

I can’t perform a charm as cute as hers. All I can do is infuse my thanks into holding her hand for as long as she did.

Worrying I gripped too long, I let go. Asagi-san covers her right hand, which I held tightly, with her left and smiles at me with a “Fufu ♡.”

“…I might just fall asleep dreaming happy dreams.”

Her joy is my relief and salvation.

“Thanks, Shun-kun! ♡ Well, for real this time…”

She steps closer, stands on tiptoe, and presses her lips to my cheek. The soft scent of her hair and the gentle touch on my left cheek come almost simultaneously, fleeting.

“Hehe, rest well, Shun-kun! ♡”

Hopping back, Asagi-san waves as she heads back the way we came. I wave back like a mirror, but my emotions are stirred again.

No matter how many dozens or hundreds of times, a kiss deepens my affection.

I can wave back, but I lack the composure to return a kiss. Even with some growth, I can’t match her sweetness, and her smile burns into my mind.

※

Now, back home, it’s dinnertime. I can’t talk about the hotel, but I share thoughts on the zoo. Of course, Mom and Yuki draw it out of me.

I also mention wanting to try a new salon and that my classmate Kurokawa-san might recommend one.

“Wow, a salon? Shun-nii, you’ve really changed, huh? You’ve been cutting your own hair forever.”

It seems I never went to salons before. I’m glad it didn’t create a contradiction, but cutting my own hair even before high school feels almost like a stylish guy’s move.

“Right, when you were little, I took you to a male stylist three stations away… But about three years ago, you insisted on cutting it yourself, Shun-kun. I told you not to worry about train fare or money.”

Mom’s words make me understand my past self a bit. I might’ve felt uneasy about Mom paying for train fares and salon visits when I wasn’t earning.

…Though now, I’m planning to go to a salon with pocket money without a job, so maybe it’s the same.

“So if you want to get stylish now, don’t hold back on money. It’s a kid’s privilege, and you don’t need to stress about scraping it together.”

Mom, as if seeing through me, leans forward slightly over the table.

“Yeah, yeah! If I can see an even cooler Shun-nii, I might chip in my pocket money!”

Yuki, sitting beside me, agrees, and Yukari-san, across from us, nods vigorously.

“Oh, Yuki, you’re the same as Shun-kun. If you want to get stylish, just tell me.”

“Really!?”

“After your entrance exams, okay?”

“…Ugh, yeah, that’s right… Of course…”

Watching Mom and Yuki’s exchange eases my tension.

“Fufu, but you’re working so hard, Yuki. Your homeroom teacher said your grades have improved unbelievably.”

When Mom praises her, Yuki giggles “Ehehe” and turns to me.

“But it’s all to go to school with Shun-nii!”

Now it’s my turn to blush, while Mom across from us smiles with an “Oh my.” Yukari-san, meanwhile, watches us closely, her cheeks faintly flushed.

※

That night, I order a swimsuit online using Mom’s laptop. I planned to pay with cash on delivery from my pocket money, but after Mom’s earlier words, I use her credit card.

Should I repay all this money as an adult? In my old world, guilt from not being a decent person prevented such gestures.

“Fufu, don’t overthink it while you’re a kid. You’ve grown a lot lately, Shun-kun, but times like this are for relaxing.”

Thanking Mom’s smile, I pick a swimsuit while checking sizes. Men’s swimsuits here are mostly tight-fitting, like for swimming or diving.

They’re less revealing but not hot, or so the ads claim. Naturally, shorts-style ones are rare, marketed as “for open spaces!”—maybe for private pool rentals.

This reminds me how values are reversed here. Following them, I complete the purchase. Men’s designs aren’t as varied as women’s anyway.

Yuki, peering at the screen, says, “Aw, I wanna play with Shun-nii in that!” Mom counters, “We’re going to a hot spring, so the pool’s next year.” Amid this slightly odd family talk, next week’s prep moves forward.

※

Finishing homework, researching this world’s fashion—time flies, and the end of summer vacation approaches quickly.

I’ve heard to get stylish, look at shop mannequins or model ads. But male models are scarce here, especially my age.

Kurokawa-san’s agency website has no male models, just women in stylish clothes, which isn’t directly helpful.

While researching, I find photos of Kurokawa-san modeling swimsuits from last year. Her light blue swimsuit exudes maturity, but it’s clear she’s grown this year.

My lustful gaze proves I’m weak to desire. But masturbating now would clearly tire me out for tomorrow.

Yes, the pool trip is tomorrow, Monday. Asagi-san messaged, “I hope you’re excited for my swimsuit tomorrow!” but kept it a secret.

Maki-san also sent a formal, “Looking forward to tomorrow.” Replying politely, I’m hit again by the reality of a pool date.

A pool date with two girls, chaperoned by one’s mother, isn’t normal even for popular guys in my old world.

But I can’t just revel in it as a harem or get arrogant. Masturbating to a non-lover the night before and showing up tired is out of the question.

I need to be at my best, enjoy it, and be grateful. With an environment that allows this, I should stay calm. So, I prepare my stuff, including the swimsuit, and spend the night relaxing.

Chapter 115: Seeing Off and Welcoming, Conversations Overlapping

Looking out the window upon waking, the sun is hidden by clouds, and opening it lets in a breeze that’s cool for summer.

Today’s destination is an indoor pool, so weather isn’t a concern. But since events usually have clear blue skies, this feels almost refreshing.

…Caring about the weather probably started after coming to this world. Before, I only thought about whether to bring an umbrella.

Anyway, I wake up around 7 a.m. as usual and have breakfast with the family. There’s no need to rise early today, but making someone prepare food for me alone would burden Yukari-san.

Mom said, “I love talking with you, Shun-kun, but you don’t have to force yourself to get up.” But it’s just a few hours’ difference, and I shouldn’t be lazy.

“…I want to eat with everyone as much as possible.”

In the end, it comes down to this. I want to maximize the times we share meals as a family.

I’m still bad at initiating conversation, but with family, I’m finally speaking without stuttering. Of course, I don’t think I’m bringing up anything interesting.

“Fufu, I see. If you feel that way, Shun-kun, we love this time too, and it makes us so happy.”

When she asks, “Right?” Yukari-san and Yuki nod enthusiastically.

“Y-Yes! If Shun-sama feels that way, for me, that will never change!”

“Yup! ♡ For me, not just meals but snack time too—I want to be together all the time! ♡”

Yukari-san says shyly, and Yuki grins mischievously. Despite knowing I’m going on a date with other girls, they keep the conversation lively. Including Mom, who sparks it, I can’t thank them enough.

“…Yeah, thanks, really.”

My words elicit varied expressions from them. The family atmosphere I’ve grown to love these past months is filled with comfort.

※

After Mom leaves for work, Yuki prepares to head to tutoring. She studies there about half the week, never showing signs of complaint.

When I go to the entrance to see her off, Yuki, putting on her shoes, looks at me and grins.

“Shun-nii, before I go… can I kiss you again?”

Her beaming words startle me, naturally. Yuki asks for kisses like it’s a casual greeting, her expression always devastatingly charming.

“I just really want to.”

Her small lips, after speaking, pout slightly toward me. I realize I’ve been accepting her wishes too smoothly, probably because of our routine goodnight kisses.

“…Okay,” I reply, bending slightly toward her, cautiously letting myself touch her soft, trembling lips. Just a moment, but unmistakably my cute sister’s lips.

“Nihehe! ♡”

Opening her eyes, she returns to a joyful expression. It feels like she genuinely wants this with me, not out of obligation.

Taking her lips and monopolizing her emotions stirs waves in my heart. It’s not just affection but also guilt for her, who’s diligently studying.

“…Yuki, uh, sorry, just me—”

But before I finish, she shakes her head.

“Don’t make that face, Shun-nii. I want you to have fun with Asagi-san and Maki-san.”

Understanding my feelings, my sister wraps her arms around my shoulders, smiling.

“When I message Asagi-san or Maki-san, I can tell you’re trying so hard, Shun-nii, and they seem happy.”

She continues, mentioning, “I talked with Yukari-neechan yesterday.”

“If you’re enjoying yourself, Shun-nii, it feels like everyone gets excited and happy! You’re so kind, you might worry about me and others, but I’m planning to play tons with you next year.”

If Yuki wants it, I’d spend all the time she desires with her. But wondering if that’s enough, she adds with a playful tone.

“Plus, on the weekend trip, I’ll get to hang with you, Shun-nii, and probably be super clingy… Is that okay?”

She asks, and I blurt, “O-Of course it is!” Not accepting her feelings would be like death to me.

“Yay! ♡” With that, she pulls away.

“Thanks, Shun-nii. So don’t worry about me and have fun! Let’s talk about how it went at dinner, okay?”

As she wraps up and prepares to leave, a soft sensation touches my cheek.

My sister has given me cheek kisses many times, but this one was completely unexpected.

“…One more on the cheek! ♡” she says, kissing my cheek again. This slightly longer “I’m off” kiss leaves me surrendering to her.

“Fufu, thanks, Shun-nii! ♡ I’m off!”

After another quick hug, Yuki energetically dashes out the door. Her faintly flushed cheeks weren’t my imagination, I think.

※

Though emotions linger, departure time approaches. Preparing to meet Asagi-san and Maki-san after Yuki’s interaction feels like reflecting on my heart.

But what Yuki said mirrors what Asagi-san and Maki-san have told me. Instead of calling me a cheater, they share me with a sense of peace.

It’s probably rare even in this world. Though polygamy is allowed, few men practice it, perhaps because few can handle women’s intensified desires. I’m reminded this world idealizes relationships with sex.

Still, sex doesn’t solve everything. If I don’t face each person properly, I’ll face consequences someday.

“Uh, h-have a safe trip…”

Yukari-san, seeing me off at the entrance, is no different. She’s busy with housework, and her doing this makes me feel guilty.

“Sorry, Yukari-san, you’re busy and all.”

“No! This is my job, and besides, when Shun-sama sees off Yuki-sama, it’s unthinkable for me not to see you off, Shun-sama!”

My small act of courage is treated by Yukari-san as something significant.

“Perhaps you’re holding back for me or Yuki-sama, but I truly believe you make everyone happy, Shun-sama. So please, enjoy yourself without worrying!”

Maybe, like her talk with Yuki yesterday, she shares the same sentiment.

“…Thank you, very much, uh…”

Doing something like I did with Yuki is impossible for me. I lack the courage and strength to do that with Yukari-san.

But leaving without doing anything feels wrong now. Before, I’d just squeeze out words, but now I feel I should act, even slightly.

I’m not someone who can casually kiss or hug.

Still, I take Yukari-san’s nearby right hand. Steadying my breath, I grip it with gratitude.

“I’m off…!”

I pour my feelings into her soft, warm, adult woman’s hand. Though I’ve held it before, I never take it for granted, and I’m anxious about how she perceives it.

She seems stunned for a moment, but an “Ah, Shun-sama…!” escapes her, and I slowly let go.

“A-Ah, thank you, very much! T-Take, ah, take care!”

Our eyes meet briefly before she looks down, holding her right hand with her left, still facing downward.

Even when I reply, “Y-Yes!” she remains that way. But her reddened neck suggests no negative feelings. Believing that, I check on her while slowly closing the door.

※

…Interactions with Yuki and Yukari-san have my heart racing again. Despite the possibly immoral situation, they not only don’t mind but even rejoice in our closeness.

Grabbing Yukari-san’s hand suddenly might’ve been bad, maybe startling her. Still, I can’t just do nothing when she’s there for me.

I’m certain they’ll accept it. With women who don’t betray me, I indulge, and my affection grows.

So I can’t keep things light. I’m a jerk dating multiple people, yet my desire to be with everyone only increases, leaving me confused.

But for now, I should embrace what they want and enjoy it, as Yuki said. It’s not easy, but if it makes them happy, that’s my path.

Midway, I stop, look at a curved mirror, and lightly slap my cheeks. I’m not a great person, but with people who don’t hate me, I should aim to embrace happiness.

Being sent off like this for a swimsuit date with Asagi-san and Maki-san—I mustn’t take it for granted. I reflect on my flawed self, determined to enjoy time with them.

But overthinking and being late is no good.

Reassuring myself I’ve steadied my emotions, I walk on, and Asagi-san’s house, our meeting spot, comes into view.

“Ah, Shun-kun!”

“…”

Asagi-san’s energetic voice rings out, waving vigorously, while Maki-san raises her hand slightly, her mouth seeming to move. Thinking I might’ve kept them waiting, I jog over.

“Fufu, morning, Shun-kun. It’s been a week, huh?”

“Uh, um, Sato-kun, it’s, been a while, right…?”

Asagi-san, with her pigtails, laughs cheerfully, while Maki-san blushes and looks down.

“U-uh, sorry for making you wait.”

“No need to apologize! We didn’t wait long.”

“I-I’m totally fine too!”

Asagi-san and Maki-san respond to my words. Come to think of it, I saw Asagi-san recently, but it’s been since camp with Maki-san.

Wondering if Maki-san, stating the fact of our time apart, feels dissatisfied, Asagi-san suddenly speaks up energetically.

“Well, Mom and the others are waiting in the car, so let’s go!”

With that, Asagi-san leads us, saying, “This way, this way,” in her bright manner. Maki-san and I follow, heading toward a white car parked nearby.

“Uh, um, Sato-kun, I…”

But in that moment, Maki-san turns slightly toward me, speaking.

Her dreamy eyes and moving lips make me think she’s cute every time, but she might have something on her mind.

“…Maki-san?” Hearing my voice, she shares it.

“…It’s late to ask, but is it okay if it’s not just Asagi but me too today?”

She did have something on her mind, but as expected, it’s not the kind of worry she should have.

“…I want to be with both you and Asagi-san, Maki-san, so of course it’s okay…!”

We’re in front of her house, and I meant to say it quietly, but it comes out with a bit of force. “R-Really…?” Maki-san murmurs, as if searching for words.

But I have more to say.

“And, I should’ve invited you out this summer, Maki-san… Sorry, I didn’t have the courage.”

“Eh, ah, no, it’s fine! I’m happy just to hang out like this, and more than that, I was worried my swimsuit would look bad…”

Maki-san, forgiving my confession, speaks in a slightly panicked tone. Yet her words all seem to undervalue her own charm.

“…There’s no way you’d look bad… I mean, seeing you, Maki-san, is, it’s a happy thing for me…”

It might sound creepy, and since it’s impromptu, it’s raw. Honestly, Asagi-san and Maki-san casually wearing swimsuits is near the peak of excitement.

“H-Happy…!? I-If you say that…”

Maki-san, reacting to my words, covers her cheeks and looks down. Damn, every gesture of hers is cute, I can’t help thinking.

Then, I hear someone approaching.

“…Maki, your face is all red, huh?”

Asagi-san returns, seeing we haven’t followed. She peers up at Maki-san.

Not annoyed or impatient, she grins at us. Maki-san, meanwhile, stammers, “Ah, th-this is, um!”

“I don’t know what you were talking about, but getting this flustered now? You won’t last, and we gotta move forward, hehe! ♡”

Laughing brightly, Asagi-san says, “Now, for real!” and leads us again. This time, Maki-san and I follow to the car, without even a chance to apologize for the delay.

※

“Finally here, huh? You were talking a lot with Maki-chan, weren’t you?”

Kurumi-san, Asagi-san’s mom, in the driver’s seat, speaks playfully as we climb in. It’s a bit teasing but not genuinely scolding.

“…Sorry for keeping you waiting.”

“Nah, I’m fine. Asagi said, ‘I’ll go get them,’ so I wondered what was up.”

Kurumi-san doesn’t get mad at me either. Wearing a T-shirt and blue jacket, casually dressed, she turns and adds, “No need to worry at all.”

“If anything, the person next to me was more curious. Leaning out like she could hear anything.”

Kurumi-san teases, glancing at the “woman in the passenger seat.”

“Eh, come on, I was just curious what Maki-chan and Shun-kun were talking about. I wouldn’t pry it out of my kid, of course.”

The slightly drawn-out speech is unmistakably Mai-san, Maki-san’s mom.

“And today, I’m just here to take over driving, so I won’t meddle.”

Indeed, as Mai-san says, she’s here as a backup driver with a license. It was her idea to have another driver in case something happens to Kurumi-san.

“Sorry, Shun-kun. Even if I thought there might be someone with a license, I joined last minute. You should’ve been the first to okay it.”

“Nah, I think it’s me.”

Mai-san’s words prompt a reaction from Kurumi-san. Asagi-san once told me they’re the same age, so they’re quite friendly.

“…No, I’m totally fine. Thank you, really.”

I answer Mai-san, who turns from the passenger seat, from the middle of the back seat. Unfamiliar with her, my words come out awkwardly to avoid stuttering.

“Oh, that’s sweet of you to say. Fufu.”

Even with my clunky reply, Mai-san smiles. As Maki-san’s mom, her beauty is striking, and her smile makes my heart skip.

In her half-turned position, her massive, probably 100cm bust catches the corner of my eye. I think it’s reckless to be so unguarded, but with my lovers here, I shouldn’t let my gaze wander.

Forcing myself to focus on her face, I realize she’s a beautiful woman, which makes it hard to stay composed.

In the end, losing a place for my eyes, I say, “Y-Yes!” and start fumbling for my seatbelt.

Even with grand goals, I freeze up in front of people. My emotions betray my weakness.

…I need to shake it off.

※

The seating is Kurumi-san driving, Mai-san in the passenger seat, and me, Asagi-san, and Maki-san in the back. I think Asagi-san prompted this arrangement.

Me in the middle, Asagi-san on my right, Maki-san on my left—it’s a terrifyingly perfect “flower in each hand” situation. For me, it’s an overwhelming happiness.

Even though I’m bad at even directing my gaze.

“Alright, let’s go! It’ll take about an hour, but… should we take it easy?”

Asagi-san sits closer to me than usual. The car isn’t cramped, but she’s leaning in as much as her seatbelt allows.

“Hm, either’s fine! I wanna play soon, but I also want to chat!”

“Got it, I’ll handle it.”

With Asagi-san and Kurumi-san’s exchange, the engine starts. The AC kicks in at a comfortable temperature, but my cheeks might be a bit warm.