All the Heroines Who Showed Their Overwhelming Emotions on Me Have Mentally Broken Down and Gone Insane, so Now My Only Choice Is to Pamper Them Endlessly to Avoid Total Chaos — Sweets Work Best on Lovesick Heroines

Chapter 24: Our First Night, A Secret Just Between Us

All I could see was Iori’s face looking down at me with those steady, unblinking eyes. She was pinning me down with her whole body weight, completely stopping any attempt I made to struggle free.

If I let things slide here, it’d be over. Everything—the rules I set, the whole “rehabilitation program”—would turn into a complete joke.

“Iori…! Get off me…!”

I grabbed her shoulders and tried to push her back, but she didn’t budge at all.

Where the hell does a girl with such a slim body get that kind of strength…?

“You don’t wanna do it with me…?”

“It’s not about ‘want’ or ‘don’t want’! There’s an order to these things, right!? We’re not even dating yet, and I’m still in the middle of the rehab program!?”

“It’s okay. I won’t tell anyone. Just like with the kiss, I’m not gonna go bragging to other girls about it.”

Wait… that was bragging…?

No, more importantly, right now—

“That’s not the point…!”

“No one’s watching. It’s just me and Kaname here. A secret just for the two of us. And hey, Kaname.”

Iori’s hand slid slowly down my chest like she was stroking it.

It stopped right around my lower stomach.

“You’re a guy, Kaname. You do that kinda stuff by yourself, don’t you?”

“Hah!?”

“Girls do it too—I do it sometimes, y’know? So this is basically just an extension of that. The only difference is whether you do it alone or with two people.”

“That’s totally different!”

What a messed-up way of thinking. Even as a virgin I could tell that much.

“But neither of us is gonna get hurt. I’m not gonna sleep with you and then be like ‘now you have to date me’ or anything. So c’mon, let’s just try it once, as a test.”

“What are you even…”

“Here.”

Before I could finish, Iori shoved her hand into her skirt pocket and pulled something out, holding it right in front of my eyes.

A small square package.

…Hey. No way.

It was a condom.

“I brought it properly… so it’s fine, right?”

“Wait, Iori. Let’s just talk for a sec—”

My words disappeared before they could even form properly.

“Nn…!?”

Because the lips I was trying to use to protest got physically blocked.

The moment I gasped in surprise, Iori didn’t miss her chance. Her tongue caught mine and invaded my mouth like sticky, wet heat.

Our eyelashes were almost touching. Those eyes of hers were wet and burning, reflecting only me.

I knew I had to resist. I understood that. But maybe because I was running out of oxygen, my head felt all fuzzy and my body wouldn’t move the way I wanted.

—Ah, whatever.

Honestly, I was tired. No matter how much I refused, persuaded, set rules—her runaway train just wouldn’t stop.

Maybe it’d be easier to just go with the flow already.

The strength drained out of my arms.

“Hehe. Finally got quiet, huh.”

Maybe she sensed I’d given up fighting, because Iori slowly sat up. While gazing down at me like she was cherishing the sight, her fingertips moved toward the ribbon at her chest.

After the ribbon came the buttons—she undid them without any hesitation.

I knew I had to stop her, but I just didn’t have the energy left.

“It’s not as big as Raimu-chan’s or the student council president’s, so forgive me, okay?”

After her uniform fell to the floor, even the last barrier—her underwear—was removed.

The first time I ever saw a girl’s naked body. Even though we’d spent so many years together as childhood friends, the person in front of me was an Iori I didn’t know.

With her chest bare, Iori lowered herself over me again.

“Kaname. I love you so much.”

I was falling. Into a bottomless swamp.

Together with irresistible heat, my reason sank into darkness.

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Exhaustion and guilt. I lay there staring up at the ceiling light, unable to move.

—Afterward. Yeah, afterward.

I really did it. I seriously did it.

A girl’s body. Iori’s body heat. I learned it all firsthand.

Even moving a single finger felt like too much effort, but weirdly my mind was super clear.

“…It was amazing.”

Iori murmured while clinging to my body like she was savoring every word. With nothing between us, skin on skin, she had her arms wrapped around my upper arm and both legs tangled around my left one.

When I glanced sideways, right there was her completely unguarded face.

…Huh. Was Iori always this cute?

“It didn’t hurt as much as I thought, and I felt really happy. Like a dream.”

“…………”

“Hey, Kaname.”

Iori propped herself up on her elbow and looked down at me.

“I’m not gonna be like ‘we had sex so now you have to date me’ or anything. I’m not a pain like Raimu-chan.”

“…Yeah.”

Thank god. Thank god—but I hated myself for even thinking that.

Hearing another girl’s name right now just made me wanna cover my ears.

“But y’know.”

Iori narrowed her eyes slightly.

I swear I saw a dark light flicker deep inside them.

“No matter what happens from now on, you and I will always be each other’s first.”

“—!”

Iori smiled. A smile as fragile as snow and so pure it sent chills down my spine.

“You’ll never be able to forget it. Not for the rest of your life.”

She drove those words in like a wedge.

“I’m heading home now. Knowing the student council president, she might show up the second the date changes. Better not overstay.”

Tomorrow was Wednesday—meaning it was Yami-senpai’s day.

But… did this rule even have any meaning anymore?

“Make sure no one suspects anything, okay? It’s our little secret.”

“…………”

“Hehe. Worried Kaname is pretty hot too.”

Iori got up from the bed and started picking up the scattered clothes.

I forced myself to sit up too, but all I could do was stare blankly while she got dressed. Holding her waist, she zipped up her skirt with her right hand.

The female body I’d just discovered for the first time was disappearing back into the uniform—turning into the familiar childhood friend again.

“Staring like that while I change is kinda embarrassing, y’know.”

“Ah. Sorry…”

I hurriedly looked away.

“Well… it’s okay if it’s you, Kaname. —All done.”

When I looked back, Iori had already finished changing and was running her fingers through her hair to fix it.

“Well then, Kaname, thanks for today~”

She flashed me a carefree smile—and then dropped a bombshell as a parting gift.

“Let’s do it again next Tuesday too, okay?”

“Huh…?”

“Byeee.”

Without waiting for my answer, Iori left the room with light steps.