I Asked A Beautiful Girl, Who Was About To Jump Off The School Rooftop, 'If You're Going To Die Anyway, Could You At Least Take My Virginity Before You Go?' To My Surprise, She Agreed.

When A Beautiful Girl Whispers, An Introvert’s Reason Flies Away.

In the end, I found myself inside Hatsune-san’s room.

With the way Hatsune-san invited me, I just didn’t have the experience or confidence to flat-out refuse.

“You must have worked up a sweat at the sports festival today, so why don’t you take a shower first?” she suggested.

I agreed and took a shower. Afterward, I put my uniform back on—shirt and trousers—and sat in front of the low table in the center of the room. Hatsune-san was now in the shower, and I was waiting for her to come out.

(Despite everything, I ended up back in this room…)

No matter how you look at it, the situation was leading to something inappropriate.

(But… is this really okay?)

Alone in the room, I regained a bit of my sense. Remaining friends while doing this didn’t feel right. It didn’t seem healthy.

(But… if Hatsune-san really pushes for it, I’m not sure I could turn her down…)

So, what should I do?

“Sorry for the wait.”

Before I could come to a conclusion, Hatsune-san emerged from the bathroom. She was only wearing a thin white long shirt, buttoned up, but just barely. The kind of outfit that looked easy to take off… The fact that I even noticed this made me realize I might already be a lost cause.

(No, wait! This is my last chance to stop this!)

I steeled myself, forcing my gaze away from her exposed thighs, and spoke up.

“Uh, Hatsune-san… I’ve been thinking. Maybe we should reconsider this whole ‘thank you’ thing. It might be better to… do something else instead.”

“Why?” she asked, sitting down on the bed with an expression that seemed to say, “What are you talking about now?”

“Well, it’s just…”

I hesitated. Honestly, it was a little late to be saying this. After going with the flow twice before, how could I possibly be convincing now?

“I like you, Yakumo-kun,” she said casually, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

My mind blanked for a moment.

(Wait… what?)

“Did you just… say something really important?”

“Haha~, yeah. I did,” she said, now showing a shy smile, just a bit delayed.

“I like you, so… wanting to do this doesn’t feel that weird, does it?”

“Well, I guess that’s… not unreasonable.”

“Then…!”

Hatsune-san straightened her back confidently, and as I watched her gesture, I felt myself being swept along again, but I thought better of it.

“But didn’t you say you were holding back? Why is it… all of a sudden today?”

Oh, that question might have sounded a bit weird, even to me. I thought so, but Hatsune-san didn’t seem bothered at all and responded.

“Maybe it’s because I got a little jealous…”

“Jealous…?”

“I was happy to see you shining at the sports tournament, like everyone’s hero. At the same time, I thought, ‘I’m the one who understands Yakumo-kun’s charm the best!’”

As she spoke, Hatsune-san twirled the ends of her long black hair with her fingers.

“I see?”

“In other words, I wanted to keep you, Yakumo-kun, all to myself.”

With that, she stood up from the bed and sat down right next to me.

(…So close.)

That was my first thought, but it wasn’t an unwelcome closeness. In fact, it was quite the opposite. Perhaps because she had just taken a shower, her skin still seemed to have a slight glow. Also, Hatsune-san really did smell nice.

We had been spending a lot of time together recently, but it was still a delightful surprise. She was the girl who always stood by my side, giving me confidence. That was Hatsune-san to me.

And now, that very person was saying she wanted to keep me all to herself.

(To be honest, I don’t feel bad about this… no, I’m genuinely happy.)

As I found myself in a surprisingly good mood, Hatsune-san leaned against my arm.

“If we both like each other, it shouldn’t be a problem, right? So, how do you feel about me, Yakumo-kun?”

“I like you.”

Promoted by Hatsune-san, I answered without thinking.

“Fufuu~, I’m glad.”

She hugged my arm tightly, looking incredibly happy.

“Well then, it’s okay, right?”

Hatsune-san pulled on my arm as she stood up, and I followed her lead, standing up as well.

“Here I go!”

Before I knew it, she called out playfully and dove backward onto the bed, still holding onto my hand.

“Wait…”

I could support Hatsune-san’s arm to prevent her from collapsing onto the bed. However, that might only end up hurting her arm more.

Then I considered wrapping my arms around her back for support… In that brief moment of deliberation, I ended up allowing her to pull me down onto the bed.

I managed to position myself so that I wouldn’t put my weight on Hatsune-san, but the pose felt a bit awkward.

(This position makes it look like I’m looming over Hatsune-san, blocking her escape with my arms…)

Right in front of me, Hatsune-san lay sprawled within my embrace.

“Wow. Blocking my escape with your arms is quite bold, isn’t it?”

She lay on her back on the bed, looking up at me with a smile.

“Um, this is because you pulled me down…”

“Then that means you aren’t interested in what’s underneath this shirt I’m wearing?”

Hatsune-san was clearly trying to steer the conversation in a different direction. Yet, I couldn’t help but be intrigued by that topic as well.

“Underwear…? Oh, could it be…”

I unconsciously found my gaze drawn to the curve of Hatsune-san’s chest.

Could it be the same underwear she showed me in that selfie the other day…?

“If you’re curious, why don’t you try taking it off yourself?”