A Man Who Lost Confidence, to a Gentle Chastity-Reversed World - Chapter 141-145

Chapter 141: New Semester, Translucent Colors and Hearts

The first day of the second semester, and the classroom still carries a slightly buoyant atmosphere. About half the students are already here when I arrive.

I came to school with Yuki today, but Asagi-san and Maki-san haven’t arrived yet.

The other boys in class tend to show up at the last minute, so right now, the classroom is filled only with girls. As I make my way to my seat and sit down, their conversations inevitably reach my ears.

“You got pretty tanned, didn’t you?”

“My aunt’s place is near the beach, so…”

It’s typical girl talk, the kind I only know from manga or novels. Maybe some girls are trying to reinvent themselves for the new semester.

I start to wonder if I’ve changed in any way, but since I’m not the type to make a big deal about myself in class, it probably doesn’t matter.

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Besides, the people who usually talk to me are always aware of me.

“Shun-kun, morning!”

As I’m thinking this, that very person, Asagi-san, arrives at the seat in front of mine. Her voice isn’t loud, but being called by my first name so clearly in the classroom makes my heart skip a beat.

“U-uh, morning, Asagi-san.”

But there’s no way I’d want her to stop. No way at all.

“Phew, it’s definitely hotter today than it was yesterday, right?”

She fans herself with her hand while turning to sit facing me. Her small gestures, the way she’s so natural around me—it’s not something to take for granted.

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The new semester begins, and as planned, there’s a proficiency test at the start of the second week. Five subjects, all wrapped up in one day, conducted at a brisk pace.

“Ugh, I think I did okay, but that last math problem was a total disaster.”

“They said it’s at a second-year level, so you don’t need to worry too much… The teacher mentioned barely half the class got it right.”

“Really? Then it’s the teacher’s fault for putting it on there. Time to move on!”

“Asagi, you’re so positive about stuff like this…”

It’s Wednesday, and the tests are starting to be returned. I’m walking home with Asagi-san and Maki-san. The heat lingers, just like the first day, and all three of us are in short sleeves.

Even so, the other boys in class were still wearing long sleeves. During break, I asked if they weren’t hot, and they whispered back, “I’m just too conscious of everyone else.” This world really is peculiar.

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That said, summer uniforms are the same for boys and girls. Girls wearing blouses should be normal, even in my original world.

…It should be normal, but my eyes keep drifting to the bras visible through the blouses of Asagi-san, Maki-san, and the other girls in class. It’s really not good. I try to restrain myself, but I’m too weak.

The two walking with me are dressed for summer, too, so I can make out the colors of their bras. Asagi-san’s lime-green one stands out, and even from the front, I can see the color pushed up by her soft curves.

“But that test was way too hard, right? Shun-kun, you think so too, don’t you?”

The carefree color peeking through at her chest, where her pigtails drape, belongs to my beautiful girlfriend. Of course, it’s only because I’m this close that I can see it.

“Y-yeah, I thought it was tough, too.”

Does she notice my impure gaze? Even though we’ve been intimate countless times, I hesitate to ask every time.

Especially now, when Asagi-san beams at me and Maki-san, saying, “See, I told you! It’s totally the teacher’s fault!” My shameful glances are definitely the ones at fault.

“Oh, come on, Asagi!”

Maki-san’s white bra is faintly visible, too. The sheer size of her chest pushes against her underwear and blouse, drawing my eyes despite myself.

They’re erotic in different ways, these curves confronting me. I tell myself to look away, to focus on their faces, their eyes.

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“…Hey♡”

But when I meet Asagi-san’s gaze again, her expression is a little mischievous.

It makes me tense up all over again.

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It’s the second semester, so after the proficiency test, things settle back into a normal routine quickly. Classes move forward relentlessly, and Asagi-san even groans cutely, “It feels like the pace is picking up or something!”

While regular classes progress, after-school activities ramp up, too. Asagi-san is in the basketball club, and practice for the rookie tournament is getting intense. “If I get to play in the match, maybe I’ll have you and Maki cheer for me?” she says to me, looking adorable as always.

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Meanwhile, Maki-san and I are still in the literature club. Today, Shina-senpai asked us to gather because she wants to discuss the cultural festival, so we’re heading to the clubroom together.

“Sato-kun, how’s your work for the club magazine going…?”

“U-uh, little by little, but yeah.”

Maki-san knows about my exchanges with Shina-senpai, so she checks on my progress, and I answer her.

“T-that’s good… I’m not even halfway done with mine, so, um, let’s do our best together, okay…?”

“…Yeah, together.”

As I reply, I vividly recall the sudden hug I gave Maki-san a few days ago, and it makes me a bit embarrassed.

I was the one who did something so bold out of nowhere, yet here Maki-san is, walking with me, her cheeks slightly flushed. Her profile is so cute, the kind of girl I can’t help but stare at.

…But I can’t just keep staring. I need to pull myself together and talk properly. With that resolve, I head to the clubroom with her.

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When we knock on the clubroom door and enter, Ishikawa-senpai and Asai-senpai are seated at the back. Asai-senpai raises a hand to greet us.

“Hey there, junior-kun, long time no see. Go on, take a seat—you must be tired.”

Asai-senpai’s tone is different today, almost theatrical, and it throws me off a bit.

“…Got influenced by a summer anime.”

Ishikawa-senpai, reading a book nearby, mutters an explanation to us.

“Ugh, senpai, you’re spoiling it too soon!”

“…You were obviously making them uncomfortable.”

“Mmm, Akane-chan reacted the same way. Maybe this just isn’t for me?”

The casual back-and-forth between senpai and kouhai feels natural. They’re opposites in a way, but these kinds of exchanges are common in the clubroom, and they put me at ease.

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The other first-year mentioned in their conversation, Kizaki Akane-san, is sitting daintily on a chair near the front.

“Uh, h-hi, it’s been a while…”

Kizaki-san, from the next class over, is someone I haven’t talked to much since the club training camp. We exchanged contact info, but neither of us has reached out proactively.

“…Yeah, it’s been a while.”

I do want to get along with her as a fellow club member. But I’m not confident I can find the best way to approach her.

Especially since she’s a girl—a cute one, with glossy hair neatly trimmed at her shoulders. Even with Asagi-san and Maki-san as my girlfriends, I don’t have the boldness to confidently talk to a girl I’m not used to.

“…Um, Sato-kun, is it okay if I sit here…?”

“I-it’s fine, I’ll sit next to you!”

“Y-yes!”

There are three empty chairs, but one on the senpai side is probably for Shina-senpai. That leaves two chairs next to Kizaki-san for me and Maki-san.

By chance, I’m standing right by the chair next to Kizaki-san. So I sit there, and Maki-san takes the seat next to me. Switching places now might make Kizaki-san think something’s up.

If someone blatantly avoided sitting next to me when there’s an empty seat, I’d feel pretty down. Of course, if she doesn’t want me next to her, that’s another story.

“…Kizaki-san, you don’t need to use polite speech or anything… it’s okay.”

I don’t want to make a same-year classmate feel like she has to be formal with me.

“Oh, y-yeah… you’re right…”

Kizaki-san listens to me, and I can tell she’s a genuinely good person. If she’s okay with it, I should just sit here. So, nervously, I take the seat next to her.

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Maybe she was watching our exchange, because at that moment, Asai-senpai pulls something out from under the desk.

“So, Shina-senpai’s meeting with a teacher and should be here in about five minutes. In the meantime, how about we eat the souvenir cookies I bought?”

Asai-senpai places a box of matcha cookies—souvenirs from a family trip—on the desk. The quantity looks way too much for our group.

“You can have about four each. But if you want more… maybe sneak some of Shina-senpai’s share and act like nothing happened?”

Asai-senpai grins mischievously and grabs a few for herself. Her babyish face makes it feel more playful than malicious.

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“Interesting way of thinking you’ve got there.”

“Haha, I’m just looking out for my kouhai… huh?”

Asai-senpai notices something off and turns around. Shina-senpai is standing there with a knowing smile, and Asai-senpai freezes.

I hadn’t noticed her come in either. She must have slipped in quietly during our conversation and made her way behind Asai-senpai.

…Maybe it’s a habit, but Shina-senpai’s pose—arms crossed under her chest—slightly emphasizes her blouse-covered figure. My trashy gaze almost lingers, but Asai-senpai’s awkward “…It’s a joke, really!” snaps me out of it, letting me discard the thought.

“Then I’ll take four, too, Asai-senpai?”

“O-of course, haha…”

Asai-senpai slumps, clearly outmaneuvered.

“…So, everyone gets four, no more… ugh.”

Her exaggerated tone makes us chuckle, and Maki-san lets out a soft “…Hehe.”

“Don’t make me out to be the bad guy, Ami.”

Shina-senpai sits at the upperclassmen’s side as expected, her tone a mix of exasperation and amusement.

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“Okay, let’s get started. We’re here to discuss the cultural festival.”

“…Discuss the cultural festival.”

“Akiyo, stop parroting me while reaching for cookies.”

“Yessir!”

“That’s not a word you use for women.”

Ishikawa-senpai’s airy responses make Shina-senpai sigh, but she greets us warmly.

For a brief moment, I feel her glance my way. It could be my imagination, but it stirs a slight tension in me.

“…So, first, about deadlines.”

She says, quickly returning to her usual expression. But the memory of our conversation a few days ago is still vivid for me.

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“These are pretty good.”

“Akiyo, please stop at one for now.”

“It’s fine, I’ll eat the rest later.”

“…Sigh.”

Ishikawa-senpai finishes a cookie at lightning speed and shifts back to listening, as carefree as ever. Shina-senpai seems to play the straight man among the seniors.

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After that, Shina-senpai, as thorough as always, goes over the cultural festival details. We confirm deadlines for the club magazine and watch a video of Asai-senpai’s performance from last year.

It’s the same video she sent to my phone, but now we’re watching it on her laptop, with me, Maki-san, and Kizaki-san gathered around. The two girls move their chairs closer, and I’m hyper-aware of them being so near—maybe because I’ve seen the video before.

“Watching it again feels kinda embarrassing.”

“It’s a rite of passage for us. Watching the current second-years’ performances helps you learn.”

Asai-senpai watches her own acting from behind us. I’m honestly jealous of how casually she handles having her performance scrutinized.

…Imagining myself acting, being watched, and later reviewing the footage? In my original world, I’d have flat-out refused.

“Ami-senpai, you were amazing… so confident and cool!”

Kizaki-san’s comment is echoed by Maki-san: “I think so too… even to an amateur, the emotion you put in was incredible.”

“Hehe, you guys can praise me more, you know!”

Asai-senpai puffs out her chest proudly. I share their opinion, having seen it before, and want to say so.

But I hesitate for a moment. I’m not used to giving feedback to a senior, especially a female one, face-to-face.

“…I thought it was really impressive, too. You must’ve practiced a ton. The emotion, the way you modulated your voice—it was clean.”

Still, I want to say what I feel. I trust Asai-senpai won’t brush off my opinion.

“Oh, Sato-kun, you noticed! See, it’s a piece that needs vocal modulation, so I practiced like crazy!”

She beams at my comment, adding, “Watching the seniors’ videos, everyone’s so good. I studied tons of recitation videos, too!”

I’m glad I spoke up. It wasn’t a full critique, but I said what stood out most.

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From Asai-senpai’s explanations and Shina-senpai’s additions, we learn a lot.

“S-so, I’ve gotta work hard, too…”

Kizaki-san’s earnest focus makes me happy somehow. Having two people—Maki-san included—working toward the same goal is reassuring.

Of course, there’s a chance I’ll be the weak link and get laughed at. But at least everyone here is striving in the same direction as me.

That’s why I need to prepare properly—for the people who accept my words in this space.

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Club activities, studies—there’s a lot packed into the new semester. Just keeping up with daily life takes effort.

Talking with Shina-senpai near the end of summer break helped me figure out what to write for the club magazine. It’s just an outline, so there’s still a lot to flesh out, but I feel it’s doable.

For the recitation, I’m reviewing videos and starting serious practice, muttering lines in my room, sometimes aloud.

There’s plenty to fix, but having a clear direction for both writing and recitation is crucial. That’s thanks to the support of Shina-senpai and the other club members.

“…She kept wishing to speak with her true feelings.”

I try not to disturb Yuki in the next room, but I can’t help getting into it.

The recitation script needs editing for readability, but this part? I’d never—absolutely never—change it.

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By Thursday, a week into the new semester, it feels like routine has fully returned. I’m juggling studies and club activities, almost feeling like a normie.

But non-routine events stand out, too. That night, a mark on my desk calendar reminds me of a plan.

“…A date.”

I mutter to myself, sitting in my chair, though no one answers. My overnight birthday date with Yukari-san is already this weekend.

Chapter 143: The Threshold of a Date, Prepared

A one-night, two-day date with Yukari-san.

The awareness of this promised event grows day by day, swelling into a massive knot of tension.

Calling it a “date”—is that presumptuous of me? But Yukari-san is my girlfriend, and going to the pool with her for her birthday, then staying overnight at a hotel, is nothing if not a date.

I still feel anxious sometimes, thinking a mature woman like Yukari-san would suit a cool guy her age, sipping wine at a fancy restaurant. But she chose me, and she picked this pool date, so the least I can do is live up to that.

I need to steel my resolve and trust her words.

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“Shun-kun, this weekend, you’re going to the pool with Nishikawa-san, right? A birthday date!”

It’s Friday lunch break, and I’m on the rooftop with Asagi-san and Maki-san, a rare moment together. Asagi-san emphasizes the “date” part with extra enthusiasm.

I already told them on the first day of the semester about my overnight date with Yukari-san, and they were supportive. Still, their feelings always matter to me, and I can’t help but worry about them.

“Staying at a hotel means you can keep having fun the next day, and for someone like me, I could nap if I got sleepy. Thinking about it, that plan might suit me perfectly—maybe I’ll get a part-time job and try it?”

Asagi-san strikes a thoughtful pose but adds, “With Shun-kun, of course!” Her words make my heart race again.

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But it’s not just gratitude I want to express. Her mention of a part-time job reminds me of something I’ve been meaning to ask.

“…Asagi-san, um, you’re not working a part-time job right now, are you?”

“Nope, not at all!”

Her answer is what I expected, but confirming it lets me move to the next step. I need to keep this conversation structured, or it’ll fall apart.

“If you were to get one… what kind would you want to do?”

It’s not just about Yukari-san covering expenses. Even with Asagi-san and Maki-san, I usually split date costs. Really, I should be earning my own money and covering everything.

“Hmm, I haven’t thought about it much. When I do, it feels like club activities and walking home with everyone already take up all my time.”

She’s probably so busy that finding time for a job would be tough. Maybe she’s only considering it casually, for spare moments.

“But why?”

Her honest question prompts an honest answer.

“…Well, I’ve been thinking about getting a part-time job, too. I want to pay Yukari-san back for what she’s spent on me, and, um, for what you two have covered, too.”

Mid-sentence, Asagi-san cuts in with, “Aww, you don’t need to worry about my share,” tilting her head playfully. Maki-san nods vigorously in agreement.

“I-I feel like I’m the one who should be wondering if it’s okay for you to cover half…”

I shouldn’t let her say that, but Asagi-san piles on even more.

“‘Cause Shun-kun gives us so much that money can’t buy, right? ♡”

Her voice, words, and gestures stir my heart. I’m on the verge of freezing up, but I manage to hold it together and respond.

“…Thank you, both of you. But I want to be independent, even just a little, so I think I’ll try a part-time job.”

Even if they refuse my money, I need to start standing on my own now. I’ll have to be careful not to cut into our time together, though.

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“…You’re really amazing, Sato-kun… I need to think about this seriously, too…”

“Yeah, but that’s so like Shun-kun, isn’t it?”

They don’t mock my desire for independence.

“Part-time jobs that suit guys… I don’t know much about them, but I’ll ask some friends!”

“…Thanks, I’ll look into it myself, too.”

I’ve always wanted to earn my own money but never took the leap. Now, I’m finally taking the first step, and working at this age will be a new experience.

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“But anyway—”

Asagi-san makes a gesture like she’s setting that topic aside and looks at me again.

“Shun-kun, starting tomorrow, don’t worry about us and have tons of fun with Nishikawa-san! That’s the main thing I wanted to say!”

“Y-yeah, we need to say that… I want you to make Nishikawa-san really happy, Sato-kun… I feel the same!”

Asagi-san looks excited, Maki-san shy, but both send me off with kind words. There’s not a hint of jealousy or frustration about me spending time with another woman.

I almost say “sorry,” but I stop myself just in time.

“…Thank you, Asagi-san, Maki-san.”

Never stop being grateful—that’s my mantra. Maki-san says, “N-no need to thank us!” and Asagi-san flashes another smile.

“I’m already looking forward to my birthday date in December! ♡”

Asagi-san’s birthday is in late December, during winter break. Her words stir up all sorts of thoughts, especially her past comment: “I might want the same things Maki did.” That line sticks in my mind.

I don’t know what expression I’m making. The only ones who do are Asagi-san, with her slightly devilish grin, and Maki-san, blushing again.

“Three months will probably fly by,” Asagi-san says cheerfully, picking up a piece of tamagoyaki from her bento and bringing it to her mouth.

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“…Oh, maybe I want to feed Shun-kun instead!”

But in the end, she holds the chopsticks toward me, saying, “Ahn! ♡” I can’t help but want to accept. Do I even deserve this? Her smile blurs my thoughts instantly.

An indirect kiss through chopsticks feels like a luxury I don’t deserve.

“…It’s delicious.”

“Ehehe, score! ♡ I think I’ve gotten better since last semester!”

Asagi-san’s homemade tamagoyaki, as she says, tastes even better now.

But to me, it feels sweeter than it should, beyond its actual flavor.

“Come on, Maki, you should ask Shun-kun for something, too!”

“E-eh?! I-I’m already full!”

“…? Maki, you’re bright red.”

Maki-san, stumbling over her words, has been watching us the whole time. Asagi-san finds it a bit curious.

Everything feels calm, sweet, and soft.

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That night, the eve of the date, daily life goes on as usual. Yukari-san, the guest of honor, prepares dinner, and the four of us—family—gather around the table as always.

“I really could’ve let Yukari-chan take today off, too. But she insisted on working, saying, ‘Please let me do my job today!’”

“T-that’s because… you already gave me Monday off, Kaori-sama, so taking today off, too, would be neglecting my duties…”

“You don’t need to think like that. You should be a bit more selfish, especially since it’s your birthday, hehe.”

When Mom says that, Yuki chimes in energetically, “Yeah, yeah! I think Yukari-neechan works too hard. She should let me help out more!”

“Yuki could do some chores between studying—it’d be a nice break. And I could help with breakfast if I wake up a bit earlier.”

“…B-but then I’d just be pushing my work onto you…”

Yukari-san seems a bit flustered, but I feel the same as Mom and Yuki.

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“…Um, I’ll help out when I get home early, too. I’d never think you’re pushing work onto us, so please, if I can help, just tell me…!”

The only time I really helped was when we made hamburgers together. But if I skip club and come home early, I could assist with evening chores.

Mom smiles at my words, and Yuki grins widely. They never laugh at my small assertions.

“…Y-yes… If everyone says that, then…”

“Hehe, and Yukari-chan, you haven’t taken any vacation days this year. You can rely on me more, you know?”

Mom gently presses Yukari-san, who’s looking down, with even kinder words.

“And if you want to spend time with Shun-kun, you don’t need a special occasion like a birthday. Take a day off, like during winter break.”

Her words not only make Yukari-san murmur, “N-no way…” but also send a jolt through me.

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“Well, more importantly, tomorrow’s the big day. I’ll handle the dishes tonight.”

Having finished eating, Mom stands, carrying her plate. Yukari-san, a beat late, says, “K-Kaori-sama, I can do it!” as if it’s her duty.

“Hehe, Yukari-chan, this is an order. Go home early, and we’ll see you tomorrow at noon when you pick up Shun-kun, okay?”

“I-if you put it like that… Ohh…”

In the end, Mom overrules Yukari-san. Yuki adds, “Then I’ll help with the dishes!” and follows Mom, leaving just me and Yukari-san at the table.

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“…Yukari-san, um.”

“Y-yes!”

Yukari-san’s expression suggests she’s wondering if it’s really okay to accept Mom’s kindness. I can tell that much.

I don’t know if it’s coincidence, but this is a chance to talk alone, and I want to share my feelings—as long as she’ll let me.

“…I’m really grateful that you’re always working so hard for us… So, um.”

As long as I can face Yukari-san like this.

“…When you want to rest, please take a break… Even tomorrow, it’s supposed to be your day off, but you chose to spend it with me. You should be more… s-selfish, I think.”

Not just with me, but with Mom and Yuki, too—she should feel free to express herself. It’s not about employer-employee dynamics.

“…T-thank you… But I’m the one who’s grateful, Shun-sama, for giving me your precious time on my birthday…”

We might just keep deferring to each other. I’ll always do that for her, but she shouldn’t have to do it for me.

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“Tomorrow, Yukari-san, you’re the star.”

I don’t know if I’m saying it right or if it’s the best way.

“So please, act however you want tomorrow… I’m looking forward to everything, so, um, I’m counting on you!”

My voice gets loud at the end, so Mom and Yuki in the kitchen might’ve heard. But there’s nothing to hide. The date, supported by my family, is just a day away.

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“…Y-yesh… T-thank you shoo much…!”

My older girlfriend, looking cuter than ever, bows her head across the table, taking in my words.

In the end, Yukari-san gives a big bow to the three of us in the living room before dashing out the door. Soon after, the front door slams shut. Not just me, but Mom and Yuki come out from the kitchen to see her off.

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“Nihihi, Shun-nii, you’re leaving around noon tomorrow, right? Then I’ve gotta see you two off!”

Yuki’s excitement is unwavering. Her expression shows she genuinely wants to send me and Yukari-san off, not out of obligation.

“You’re right. I didn’t want to make them feel pressured, but I can’t help wanting to see them off properly, too.”

Mom looks at me with a smile, full of love and joy, her kindness enveloping me.

“Shun-kun, I’ll probably say this again tomorrow, but… have fun, both of you.”

I nod firmly at her words. I want Yukari-san to do what she loves, and I want to enjoy it with her—that’s the feeling I carry as I spend this night.

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I sleep well, but when I wake, I can’t shake the feeling that the day has finally arrived.

A pool date with Yukari-san, where we’ll see each other in swimsuits. A beautiful woman most would only envy, and I’ll be with her in such an intimate setting.

Remembering my time with Asagi-san and the others, I know the basic pool rules. But how to spend time alone with her at the pool is a mystery, and afterward, we’ll share a room for the night, so I let out a small sigh.

…I still don’t know what kind of room it is, so I don’t know the exact cost. It’s a resort hotel, but prices range from affordable rooms to top-floor suites.

It’s probably not a suite, I think, as I change. Should I have asked? I dwell on this belated worry.

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Yukari-san will pick me up in about ten minutes. Until then, it’s the usual weekend morning with the three of us.

“Shun-nii, you’re all fidgety again!”

My tension, as always, is obvious to Yuki, sitting beside me. My little sister, who’s always watching, sees right through me.

“Oh, Shun-kun, I’ve said this before, but you can’t think about trying to entertain her or doing things perfectly, okay?”

Mom, standing diagonally behind me, keeps her gentle tone.

“Yukari-chan is happy just talking to you—not just today, but always.”

Mom crouches, resting her arms on the sofa, her eyes meeting mine as I turn. She smiles at me.

“Everyone feels that way. Including me.”

Having Mom’s face so close stirs a different kind of tension and excitement. But looking away would be wrong as family, and more than that, I don’t want to.

“…Thanks, Mom… I’m happy being with you like this, too.”

“Ufu, it’s a bit embarrassing to hear, but thank you.”

She’s full of love and undeniably captivating.

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Then, the sound of a key turning and the door opening echoes through the house.

“Oh, looks like Yukari-chan’s here. Shun-kun, why don’t you go greet her first?”

“Yeah, she’s definitely dressed up all stylish!”

As we’re talking, a woman enters the living room. I stand quickly and turn toward where Yukari-san must be.

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“G-good morning!”

Yukari-san bows to us, then straightens, revealing her outfit: a white knit top for fall and a blue flare skirt, simple yet elegant.

It suits her perfectly. It’s probably mindful of the pool trip, but it’s a mature, autumnal look that fits her beautifully.

“…Good morning, Yukari-san!”

I want to say something about her appearance, but the right words don’t come.

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“You look really beautiful… It suits you!”

It’s a simple compliment, but it’s my honest feeling.

Even so, Yukari-san’s face flushes as she takes in my words in front of me.

“…Uh, um… T-thank you…!”

She can’t say more, and then Yuki’s voice rings out from behind, “Nihihi, my turn!”

“It’s so mature and totally Yukari-neechan’s style!”

Following my sister, who seemed to wait for my comment, Mom adds, “Hehe, I think so, too.”

Yukari-san, now red as a boiled octopus, stammers, “Y-you two, saying such things about me…!”

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Is it wrong to think an older woman is cute? But I’m already completely captivated by Yukari-san’s purity and charm.

Chapter 143: Walking Side by Side, Sitting Side by Side

“Well, then, we need to see you off properly. Your luggage is probably at the entrance.”

At Mom’s suggestion, we all head to the entrance together. Our family time pauses here for now.

Yukari-san and I put on our shoes, while Mom and Yuki stand a step higher, watching us off.

But Yuki, with a grin, isn’t ready to let it end there. She straightens up, stands at the edge of the hallway, and reaches out to me.

“Shun-nii, a goodbye hug!”

I think I hear a small sound from Yukari-san’s throat, but before I can process it, Yuki’s arms wrap around me. “Shun-nii, have fun! ♡” she says. The hug lasts only a few seconds, yet it feels warm and sweet.

“…Thanks, Yuki.”

“Hehe, I should be thanking you! Now, Yukari-neechan’s turn!”

“Eh? O-oh, y-yes!”

Yukari-san and Yuki hug for a few seconds, too. Yukari-san is taller, but with the step’s height difference, Yuki can reach her by standing on her tiptoes.

“…Okay?”

“!”

Yuki seems to whisper something, but it’s too quiet for me to hear at this distance. Their exchange ends, and it’s finally time to leave.

“Oh, Yuki,” Mom says with an exasperated tone, but she looks at us warmly.

“Both of you, be careful… Have a good trip!”

“…Yeah, Mom.”

“Y-yesh…”

Yukari-san seems distracted by whatever Yuki said. Still, from here on, it’s our time together, and the path ahead is clear.

※

The door shuts with a thud, and we step onto the road, walking toward the station. This one-night, two-day trip starts with a train and bus ride.

Normally, driving to the pool and hotel would take about an hour and be the easiest option. By train, we need to transfer, and from the hotel’s nearest station, there’s only one shuttle bus per hour, making it a detour.

But we chose this route for one reason: to ease Yukari-san’s burden. She’s always driven for family trips or our amusement park outing, so for her birthday, I wanted her to relax.

※

That said, since I’m not driving, I felt hesitant about suggesting a detour, so I couldn’t bring it up easily. A few days ago at dinner, Mom mentioned, “Isn’t that pool easier to reach by car?” That gave me the opening to propose it.

“…It might take longer to get there, but since Yukari-san always drives for us, I want to at least make this trip easier for her…”

I’m still timid, only able to suggest this by piggybacking on Mom’s comment at the family table.

Yukari-san responded, “B-but, Shun-sama, that would mean a long trip for you!” showing concern for me. But with Mom and Yuki’s support, we settled on not using the car.

“It’s nice, isn’t it? You and Yukari-chan taking the train together—I don’t think you’ve done that before,” Mom said cheerfully. Yuki added, “It’s your birthday, after all!” With that, Yukari-san couldn’t refuse.

※

Because of that conversation a few days ago, we’re walking now.

“…Shun-sama, um, w-would a taxi…?”

“N-no, it’s fine! It’s the same distance we usually walk.”

“Y-yes, you’re right… Ha…”

Yukari-san seems calm but isn’t. I was initially curious about what Yuki said to her, but I shouldn’t pry, so I hold back.

Besides, I’m not exactly calm myself, so we’re both stealing glances at each other, checking on one another.

“…Maybe it’s you, Yukari-san, who finds walking to the station…”

Or rather, Yukari-san, pulling a carry-on suitcase, might be the one who should take a taxi. I start to worry if I’m being considerate enough.

But she shakes her head and answers.

“N-no, it’s not that. I was just… worried that you might get tired, Shun-sama… Since I’ve always driven you, I was anxious about whether this is okay…”

I’m walking to go on a date with Yukari-san, to head to the pool together. That fact must be on her mind, and she’s clearly concerned for me. But she rides a bicycle daily, so stamina isn’t an issue for her.

※

“I’m fine. And… walking with you like this makes me happy…!”

It might not suit me, but it’s my honest feeling. We’ve rarely walked side by side like this, so I can’t help but feel like we’re a couple. The last time might’ve been that day at the amusement park when we became lovers.

Walking with Yukari-san, my girlfriend who shares her feelings with me—that’s something I want to express gratitude for.

“…Hearing you say that saves me again… Um!”

Yukari-san stops just before we enter the shopping street, her beautiful eyes locking onto mine.

※

“…Once again, may I… walk by your side, Shun-sama…?”

She treats walking beside me like a precious privilege.

“N-no, I’m the one… who wants to walk by your side, like a couple…!”

I’m the one who should be grateful for this.

“Oh, thank you… Honestly, my heart’s pounding so much, I’m worried it might not hold up…”

Her cute murmur is clear enough to hear. She might’ve been a step behind earlier, but now we’re definitely walking side by side.

※

Yukari-san starts asking me small questions, and our conversation begins to flow, bit by bit. The tension eases but lingers as we reach the station. From here, it’s about 40 minutes on an express train, a transfer, then 20 minutes on a local train—roughly an hour total.

“…Are you sure we shouldn’t take the special express?”

“I-it’s fine. It’s only a 30-minute difference, and if you’re okay with it…”

“Y-yes! I’m fine, but…”

Initially, Yukari-san suggested the special express to ensure I wouldn’t get tired, since it has reserved seats. But for this distance, most people wouldn’t bother, especially since she’s covering the cost.

I don’t want to act like some arrogant king. If her intent is to keep me comfortable, it’s an unnecessary expense on my behalf.

※

“…I just didn’t picture you, Shun-sama, riding crowded trains often.”

Her serious expression makes me reflect on myself. I probably haven’t ventured far from home much, like a sheltered princess in my original world. Maybe that’s normal here, though.

“…I used to not be good with it, but I managed during the club training camp, so I’m fine now.”

In my original world, I had times when people’s stares or actions made me too anxious to ride trains. Casually taking one wasn’t part of my daily life.

I used to feel like high school girls were laughing at me or get sad seeing couples. That’s probably why I stuck to jobs near home.

But now, I want to head to our destination with Yukari-san, even slowly.

“…Please don’t push yourself, okay?”

With her kindness, she walks with me to the platform for the express train.

※

The express train has standard long seats, so we sit side by side. It’s a bit crowded, but we’re lucky to get seats at the end.

“…”

Inside the train, we don’t talk much. Moments of small talk are matched by stretches of silence.

What should I do in times like this? I almost clench my fists on my knees but worry how that’d look, so I just grip my thighs instead.

※

“Emergency stop.”

The moment the announcement plays, the train decelerates sharply.

“Ah!”

Yukari-san lets out a small cry as her body leans heavily toward me.

The accidental sensation of her body is paired with her hand brushing against mine, which was resting on my thigh. It’s probably a reflex to brace herself. Since she lurches slightly forward, our faces briefly come close.

Her soft hand makes me flinch.

“!”

But the silent gasp comes from Yukari-san. Realizing she touched me, she quickly pulls her hand back, checking my expression.

“I-I’m so sorry…!”

She apologizes in a voice only I can hear, mindful not to be loud.

“I-it’s okay, please don’t worry about it!”

I keep my voice low, too, reassuring her. It was just inertia, but her shoulder and arm brushing mine, our clothed thighs rubbing—it’s not something she needs to apologize for.

…Even a small incident like this makes my heart race, and I can’t stay calm around her.

“…Y-yes… I-I’ll try not to worry…”

Still whispering, she adjusts her position and glances around. An announcement confirms it’s safe to move, and the train starts again.

“…”

“…”

An awkward silence settles. As I fret over where to place my hands, I notice her right hand hesitating, too.

※

We get off the express train at a transfer station and board a local train. Twenty more minutes, and we’ll reach the hotel’s nearest station.

With a fair number of people getting off, we stand near a platform bench, waiting for the elevator crowd to thin. We didn’t discuss it; it just happened naturally.

“…Um, Shun-sama, I’m sorry about earlier. I touched you so suddenly…”

Yukari-san apologizes again, as if it’s a big deal. It was truly an accident, something she doesn’t need to dwell on.

“N-no, really, it’s totally fine! Um, especially today, I don’t want you to worry about anything…”

I stumble over my words, and by then, the elevator is clear, ready for us to move.

※

I need to say it clearly.

“…So, Yukari-san, you don’t need to apologize. Please don’t feel anxious.”

It might just be parroting what Asagi-san or Yuki tell me, but I don’t want her to feel the need to apologize.

Especially today and tomorrow, I want to avoid making her look anxious—more than ever.

“…Y-yes… T-thank you…”

I’m not the kind of guy who deserves her thanks. Yet she keeps thanking me, so for these two days, I wish she’d be a little selfish.

Chapter 144: Changing and Showing

Since tickets are purchased at the information desk, there’s no need to line up at the shuttle bus stop. So, we sit on a bench in front of the station, waiting for the bus to arrive in about 30 minutes.

“…”

Even now, Yukari-san still seems tense. I thought our earlier conversation had eased her nerves a bit, but I can’t help worrying that something’s making her anxious.

※

“…Um, Yukari-san.”

“W-what is it?”

When I ask, her voice is high-pitched. A shaky voice usually means anxiety, tension, or fear. Based on my own experience, I can only assume she’s nervous.

“Are you okay…?”

I feel like I need to say something, but my question is vague.

“Y-yes! I’m fine!”

Despite its vagueness, Yukari-san’s reply still carries a hint of tension.

※

I start guessing—maybe she forgot to say something or overlooked something. But in the end, all I can do is ask directly.

“…If there’s anything making you anxious… I want you to tell me, now or anytime.”

My words might be too sudden, and I worry they’re off the mark, but I push that doubt aside.

“Eh? Oh, um, that’s…”

I convince myself that Yukari-san, who responds to me, won’t brush off my concern. I want to believe that.

※

“…Um, it’s a bit late to bring up, but…”

Yukari-san accepts my offer, which makes me incredibly happy. I absolutely have to listen to her—absolutely.

※

“…About spending today with you, Shun-sama… I talked to Sasai-san and Yamamoto-san about what I should do. I thought I understood things, but…”

She consulted Asagi-san and Maki-san about our pool date. Even though it’s her action, my heart skips a beat. I could never take it for granted.

※

Sitting beside me, Yukari-san speaks haltingly, clenching her hands on her knees before continuing.

“…About my swimsuit, I got advice from them. We discussed what kind would be good…”

“…Your swimsuit?”

“Yes! But when I bought it and saw the actual thing… I hesitated to ask if it was okay for you, Shun-sama. They both said it was good, but…”

Yukari-san asked Asagi-san and Maki-san for advice on her swimsuit and chose it based on their input. It feels almost illicit, in a way.

But her worry—“I should’ve confirmed if it was okay, even now”—is undeniably real.

※

“…I want to see it, Yukari-san.”

It’s an honest, almost too honest, desire to ease her concern.

“I’ve been looking forward to seeing you in a swimsuit… with me. No matter what kind it is, I’m sure it’ll be absolutely charming and beautiful…!”

I want to keep seeing Yukari-san’s beautiful form. It’s an unshakable truth, and she already knows my impure thoughts.

“…So, it’s absolutely fine!”

I tell myself to say it firmly, absolutely firmly, and Yukari-san looks at me, her mouth slightly open.

※

“…F-for you to call me beautiful, Shun-sama… it makes me feel like my swimsuit has value… Oh, I’m so sorry…”

My adorable girlfriend lowers her gaze, letting out a cute sound, then slowly—very slowly—reaches out with her left hand.

She covers my right hand, resting on my knee, enveloping it with a warm touch, as if checking my expression.

※

“…Your words make me so happy, Shun-sama… But if you don’t like it, I’ll change right away…”

There’s no way I’d dislike anything she wears.

“I’d never say that!”

That assumption needs to be shattered.

“It’s your day, Yukari-san, but I might end up staring at you the whole time… If that bothers you…”

Even though it’s her day, I wonder if it’s okay to keep looking. Knowing her body as I do, my thoughts wander, and my heart races. It’s lust, plain and simple.

Yukari-san, who’d started to look down, raises her face at my words.

“Bother me? That’s impossible! I’ll be thrilled knowing you’re looking at me, Shun-sama… But, um, I’ll probably be looking at your swimsuit, too…”

She’s seen my swimsuit when washing it, so saying this means she wants to see me in it—a convenient thought that excites me.

※

“…If you feel that way, Yukari-san, I’m happy, too.”

“…U-uh… Shun-sama, saying that makes me…”

At that moment, the bus approaches, pulling into the rotary. The shuttle bus opens its doors at the stop, waiting a bit early.

“…You always ease my anxieties, Shun-sama. You truly help me.”

Noticing the bus, Yukari-san starts to stand but hesitates about what to do with her hand.

“I touched you without permission again… Is that okay…?”

If she wants it, then so do I.

“…I want to keep doing this, too.”

Even if my feelings slip out, my girlfriend accepts them, blushing.

“Oh, t-that makes me happy… Thank you…!”

Despite pulling her carry-on suitcase with one hand, she tightly holds mine. We’ll stand and walk to the bus together, still connected.

Her hand is so beautiful, something I shouldn’t even touch.

“…Shun-sama’s…”

But since she seeks me, I seek her, too. We walk the dozen meters to the shuttle bus, hand in hand.

Even though we’ve done far more than hold hands, even though she’s bared everything to me, confirming each other’s warmth makes my heart soar endlessly.

※

More than half the bus passengers head into the pool building, but we’re checking our luggage at the hotel, so we go to the adjacent building.

“…Over there, right?”

It’s a two- or three-minute walk, and I wonder if it’s okay to hold hands again. A natural guy would offer his hand effortlessly, but for me, it’s not easy.

“…Is it okay again?”

But Yukari-san seeks me once more. Even for a short distance, she wants contact. I should be the one to offer, or maybe she wants me to.

“O-of course!”

I’m probably getting too full of myself, but she overlaps her hand with mine, slowly intertwining our fingers.

“…”

She lets out a small sound, glancing at me as if asking, “Is this okay, too?”

“…I’m happy, too.”

“Y-yes!”

I don’t know if I said the right thing. All I know is Yukari-san’s flushed face and our entwined fingers.

※

At the hotel’s front desk, the atmosphere alone suggests it’s a nice place. The strong resort-like Western vibe is bright but not chaotic. I imagine overseas resort hotels might feel like this, though I’ve never been.

It’s different from the ryokan we stayed at as a family, but the staff’s politeness is similar. Despite the casual air, it feels expensive.

…I researched room prices, but I still don’t know which category our room falls into. We’re only dropping off non-pool luggage, not being shown to the room yet.

“…Shun-sama, l-let’s go.”

“Y-yes!”

After checking our luggage, Yukari-san and I walk through a connecting passage to the pool’s reception counter. As hotel guests, the process is quick, so we head deeper inside.

Yukari-san carries a small pool bag in one hand. She could use both, but she dedicates one to holding mine.

Holding hands even for short distances fills me with gratitude and excitement I can’t help but direct at her.

“…This is the changing room, right?”

As my emotions sway, separate men’s and women’s doors appear before us. We part briefly, next meeting in swimsuits.

Yukari-san asks if 15 minutes is okay, setting that as our meeting time.

“There’s no need to rush, Shun-sama. I’ll be waiting outside first, no matter what.”

Her insistence makes me feel I should stick to exactly 15 minutes. If I’m out first, it might worry her, so I aim to leave the changing room right on time.

I’m not sure if that’s right, but it’s time to prepare. In the sparsely populated men’s changing room, I change into the same swimsuit as before, checking the time.

My swimsuit’s fine, and for now, I’m keeping my excitement about Yukari-san’s in check.

Even though I’ve seen her naked and been intimate many times, the tension of seeing her beautiful skin exposed is inevitable. Still, I need to avoid getting aroused in broad daylight.

“…Alright,” I mutter, grabbing my things and stepping out through the opposite door.

Looking around, I spot my girlfriend on the nearest bench. She stands immediately and hurries toward me.

I blurt out, “S-sorry for making you wait!” It’s not just guilt—maybe I’m trying to ease my own tension in front of her.

“…N-no, it’s fine…!”

Yukari-san replies, her face slightly flushed, cautiously looking at me. My girlfriend’s swimsuit is right before me.

It’s beautiful, my first thought. A simple white bikini, unadorned, suits her perfectly.

“…U-um, I…”

But it’s so simple that it reveals a lot of skin. It’s similar to Asagi-san’s swimsuit, but the bottom is a triangle rather than a skirt—a classic bikini.

Her cleavage, stomach, and bare legs are undeniably exposed before me. Her hair is in her usual ponytail, but this is clearly a different Yukari-san from everyday life.

It’s bolder than I imagined, sparking all sorts of thoughts.

“…Sasai-san told me strongly that since I have a good figure, this would suit me… And Yamamoto-san agreed, so…”

Yukari-san, nervously rubbing her hands in front of her, seems worried about my reaction. At least, that’s how it feels to me.

“I thought maybe, for you, Shun-sama… I might’ve gotten carried away…”

Carried away? Not at all. The courage it took for her to show me this makes my heart race dangerously.

“It suits you!”

“!”

My voice almost glitches, but with people around, I manage to keep it down. That’s how close I am to exploding over her swimsuit.

“…It’s insanely beautiful… Honestly, I didn’t expect you to wear something this bold, Yukari-san, but it’s so thrilling, and I’ll probably keep staring…!”

Her white bikini is breathtakingly captivating. Her flawless skin, the soft breasts contained by the fabric, her slender legs—she’d be a star in a gravure shoot.

A woman who shouldn’t even notice someone like me is here, listening to my feelings earnestly. I can’t help but want to tell her.

“Everything is beautiful and charming, so… thank you…!”

My vocabulary doesn’t expand; I just keep saying “beautiful.” I don’t even know if “thank you” fits the conversation.

“…Oh, S-Shun-sama, I-I…”

But I want to keep looking at her squirming body. My girlfriend Yukari-san is insanely beautiful, cute, and a little erotic.

“W-when you call me beautiful, Shun-sama… I can’t speak properly, even more than usual… But, um!”

She shows a determined expression.

“You look amazing in your swimsuit, too, Shun-sama… I’ll be staring just as much…!”

Her words make my heart race shamelessly—I clearly have no resistance. I keep looking at her body and expressions, over and over.

※

Walking to the pool area, we hold hands cautiously but surely. Is it just me who feels a different sensation holding hands in swimsuits?

“L-let’s start with the regular pool and swim a bit?”

“Y-yes!”

Glancing beside me, there’s Yukari-san in her swimsuit.

From this angle, her body’s contours are fully visible, unlike from the front. Her white bikini pushes up her chest, revealing the size of her soft curves. I arbitrarily guess E-cup breasts, covered only by a single piece of fabric. Her slim waist and slightly plump thighs are all clear, too.

The more I think I shouldn’t look, the more my thoughts melt into mush. Yukari-san occasionally glances at me, then looks forward and talks—about trying the waterslide after swimming or grabbing a light snack later.

“…Whatever you want to do is fine, Yukari-san!”

It might be passive, but her wishes come first. It’s a slight contradiction, but it’s all I can manage, unable to take the lead.

“Y-yes! W-whatever I want… Whatever I want…”

Her voice softens toward the end, but at this distance, I hear it. The hand holding mine starts to grip a little tighter.

※

So, I, too…

Believing she won’t find it creepy, I squeeze her hand back, matching her strength as best I can.

Chapter 145: Rippling Water and Playful Currents

At the edge of the large pool, we sit side by side on a step where the water reaches our waists. We meant to swim at some point, but somehow, we haven’t moved, lingering in this state.

“Shun-sama, um, whenever you want to swim, it’s fine with me…?”

Yukari-san says this, but I find myself wanting to stay like this. Our hands are still joined, fingers intertwined, unchanged even in the water.

“I’m… really happy just like this… But if you want to swim, Yukari-san…”

I want to convey my happiness, and as I reply, her cheeks flush red again.

“W-wow, I’m the one who’s happy like this…!”

A captivating woman in a white bikini sits beside me, saying she’s happy. It’s not just my feelings for her words—my gaze wavers at her chest, just at the water’s surface, where her curves are fully visible.

“Not swimming, just sitting here… I wonder if that’s okay, but I…”

Her shy demeanor is insanely cute. It might be wrong to think this of an older woman, but our tightly entwined fingers accelerate my heartbeat.

“May I… stay like this for a while?”

No way—I can’t help falling for her all over again. She’s charming, sexy, yet so gentle and pure, and she’s here with me.

“…I’m the one who’s fine with this forever…!”

My honest, overly honest feelings spill out. My girlfriend nods, lowers her face, and keeps holding my hand.

Looking around, my eyes drift to Yukari-san’s profile or her chest. I don’t know how she feels about my gaze, but this continues for a while.

“…Um, Shun-sama.”

“Yes!”

Then comes a moment when she calls me, and I respond.

“…I’m happy. Even in this time where we’re doing nothing, you’re here with me.”

Doing nothing—it’s true. But it’s not wasted time. For me, it’s a moment to keep feeling her fingers.

“…Today, you’re the star, Yukari-san. And being like this really makes my heart race… So, thank you for being with me.”

We exchange words repeatedly.

“…I-I’m the one who should say that…!”

In that moment, with a hint of hesitation, she finally makes a suggestion.

“But we can’t stay like this forever, so if it’s okay with you, Shun-sama, I’d like to move… over there.”

Her gaze clearly points to the waterslide.

“Talking with Sasai-san and the others, I really longed to slide with you, Shun-sama… Honestly, that’s part of why I chose this place…”

When I mentioned the slide at dinner before, she’d murmured something about it. Thinking back, it was obvious, and I should’ve paid more attention.

“…If you’ll slide with me, I’m happy, too…!”

My heartfelt feelings are undeniable.

“I’d never… with anyone but you, Shun-sama… Maybe I should’ve said so earlier…”

Her words, too, feel heartfelt, and I can’t help but let myself believe it.

※

To reach the top of the waterslide, we climb a narrow staircase. Yukari-san walks slightly ahead, saying, “Shun-sama, j-just to be safe here…” while still holding my hand.

Our position makes conversation tricky, so it’s sporadic. I respond properly, but my eyes keep drifting to her body from behind.

The bikini straps on her back aren’t particularly thin, but with nothing else covering her, they make my heart race. Her flawless skin is fully exposed.

And her buttocks, covered by white fabric. Her slightly larger rear—a place I’ve touched and thrust against countless times—draws my gaze no matter what.

…I stare for a while, then look away, thinking I shouldn’t. Her assertive femininity makes me shamelessly think erotic thoughts.

“…Shun-sama, um, i-is it hard to walk…?”

“Oh, I-I’m fine! Sorry!”

My reflexive apology might’ve seemed suspicious, but Yukari-san, turning back, doesn’t press the issue. She’s concerned for me, yet I’m just a guy who can’t stop being this way.

At the very least, even if I soften it, I shouldn’t hide things.

“…Y-Yukari-san, your back… it’s so beautiful, I was staring…”

Even if she finds it creepy, is it presumptuous to think I’m preventing her anxiety? If it is, will she call me out on it?

“Oh… T-thank you shoo much… That’s…”

She stops, gripping my hand tightly.

“…T-that’s unfair… Ugh…”

Her flushed face makes me naively think she’s not rejecting my words, that she’s not calling me out.

“Sorry for saying it so suddenly.”

“N-no, I’m…”

My too-sudden words—she accepts them.

“…I’m happy you’re looking…!”

Her response stirs my heart and excitement. That she’s happy being seen by me from behind—what a blessed situation.

…Calm down, she doesn’t mean anything by it, I tell myself. Even if the woman before me is endlessly cute and a bit erotic, I need to keep my heart in check.

After pausing, the air between us softens, but with people approaching from below, we resume climbing. Soon, the path widens, letting us walk side by side again.

I’m always grateful for being with her like this. But when she looks at me and murmurs, “Ugh…,” my feelings waver, wondering if everything’s okay.

“…Shun-sama, um, when we slide, do you prefer to be in front or behind…?”

Just before joining the short queue, she asks. My answer might seem timid, but there’s only one.

“…Whatever you want is fine, Yukari-san.”

She replies softly, “…Thank you,” gripping my hand tightly. She must have a preference, and I should ask what it is.

“Sasai-san and Yamamoto-san said they sat in front of you, Shun-sama… But I’d like you to be in front, if that’s okay…?”

The opposite of Asagi-san and Maki-san’s arrangement. If that’s what Yukari-san wants, I just nod.

※

Our turn comes quickly, and we board a small raft. It’s the same one I rode with Asagi-san and the others two weeks ago.

I sit in front, and Yukari-san sits behind. Even knowing this, seeing her bare legs flicker beside me heightens my excitement at being so close.

“Here we go!” a voice calls, and our raft is pushed onto the course. I think I hear a faint sound from Yukari-san behind me.

But as we’re pushed, my body lurches back. Oh no, I think, but it’s too late—my back meets a soft, squishy sensation.

“S-sorry!”

I shout, hurriedly sitting up. Still, the feeling of fabric-covered softness lingers clearly.

“N-no, it’s fine…!”

Yukari-san replies. The speed is still slow, so I cautiously turn back. Her expression shows no trace of displeasure.

“Rather, I…”

She starts but stops. Her face, as I gaze at her, seems to hesitate over something.

I need to draw it out.

“…Yukari-san, please say anything…!”

Before the speed picks up and drowns us out, I want to hear her wishes. It’s a mix of urgency and emotion.

She lets out a “!” but, seeing my face, speaks with resolve. I never want her to hold back.

“…U-um, for me, if it’s easier for you, Shun-sama… I’d be happy if you leaned back…!”

Leaning back means entrusting my body to her.

“Before the speed increases… I want to support you… May I have your permission…?”

It sparks all sorts of thoughts, but it’s what she wants.

“N-no, I’m the one asking you…!”

There’s no way I’d refuse because of those thoughts.

“Thank you…!”

It’s not a smooth exchange, but I wanted to respond with foolish honesty.

“I’m the one… who’s forward… For you, Shun-sama…!”

At my reply, she wraps both arms around my stomach. In the still-slow zone, she holds me tightly from behind, as if securing me.

“…Sorry! I wanted to do this… To you, Shun-sama…!”

But we’re not fully pressed together yet. Her words suggest she’s holding back a little.

It’s fine, my rationality is fine, I tell myself.

“I’m happy you’re doing this, Yukari-san… So, um, don’t hold back…!”

“Oh… S-saying that…!”

I don’t know if it’s the right feeling, but I want to tell her. Stumbling, I manage to convey it.

A jolt, like dropping a step. From here, the speed ramps up, sliding nonstop to the end.

“…Shun-sama…!”

Did she know? She tightens her hold on my stomach, pressing closer to my back.

The speed increases. She keeps supporting me with both arms.

“Ha… ♡”

Her voice leaks from behind, her beautiful hands around my abdomen. But it’s not just that—her soft parts, even lightly, are definitely pressing against my back.

“Shun-sama, nnh, thank you…!”

She said she’s good with thrill rides, so she doesn’t scream, only thanking me.

Is she enjoying this? Or am I just reveling in the soft, squishy feeling—breasts I’ve touched countless times—excited by their fabric-covered contact?

But feeling her hands tighten as we descend, I know.

“…It’s fine! Thank you…!”

Even as the speed peaks, I shout loud enough to echo in the slide’s tube, keeping my words clear.

Held tightly, we’re pressed together. Even through fabric, her sensitive breasts, which I know so well, spark impure thoughts. Amid the water’s sound, I think I hear her breathing and want to listen closer.

But reaching the final drop, I lose that composure. The scenery flashes, and we splash down together.

I thought that was it. But landing while held so tightly was trickier than expected.

We must’ve made a huge splash, but we can’t tell. All I know is our position collapsed, and Yukari-san’s hands, around my stomach, slid downward at that moment.

“Ah!”

I think I gasped, and maybe Yukari-san did, too. By chance, at the very end, her hands gripped my crotch through the fabric.

It was a brief grip, quickly released.

With her soft parts pressing against me, I was half-erect. It was definitely hard, and she clearly gripped it.

The sensation felt too perfect for an accident, like grabbing my shaft. Was the chaos of landing a prank by some god?

Surfacing from the water, Yukari-san does the same a couple of seconds later. Seeing her expression might reveal her feelings—or maybe discomfort from touching me suddenly.

The moment she finds me and our eyes meet.

“M-m-my apologies…!”

Her action makes it clear she understands and is flustered.

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Knowing others will slide down soon, we hurry to the poolside and sit side by side on a nearby bench.

Yukari-san is visibly shaken, so I need to act to ease her.

“…Yukari-san, really, I’m fine.”

“B-but, after something like that…!”

Her guilt over accidentally touching my crotch, even after our intimacy, reflects her kindness and this world’s sensibilities.

Saying, “We have sex all the time,” would be tactless. I need to choose my words carefully but convey my feelings clearly.

“…You didn’t feel bad touching me, did you, Yukari-san…?”

“N-no! It’s just about how you feel, Shun-sama. I only feel sorry…!”

There’s not a hint of deceit in her expression. No, my girlfriend has always been honest, so doubting her would be rude, even in this situation.

“…Then, please don’t worry about it. I was surprised, but we’re lovers… If it’s my body, I don’t mind at all.”

As lovers, as long as she’s okay with it, I want her to touch me as much as she likes. Avoiding overly blunt words, I want to erase her hesitation.

“I-I, too…!”

She raises her voice but stops with an “Ah,” as if realizing something, searching for words. I start wondering what “I, too” refers to.

Still, her words come together.

“Um, you’re so defenseless, Shun-sama… It  (Shun-sama, you’re so defenseless… It really makes my heart race… Thank you for forgiving me…!”

Forgiving? As if I’m above her.

“F-forgiving? I’m not in that position…!”

If she noticed my half-erection, I’d be the one apologizing. But I’m not bold enough to ask, and it’s not something to discuss at a daytime pool.

Still.

“…Thank you for sliding with me, Yukari-san…!”

I bow my head to her, never stopping my gratitude.

“Oh, S-Shun-sama, I shouldn’t make you say that… I was so thrilled, clinging to you… But, really… Ugh…”

Crossing her arms in front of her, her face red, she looks adorable.

“I-I’m the one who’s thrilled…”

But her white bikini-clad breasts, emphasized by her slender arms, draw my impure gaze again, to the very ones pressed against my back earlier.