My Gift Is “Beauty”. I Think It’s Useless, but It Seems to Be an S-Rank Gift With the Strongest Buff Effect for Beautiful Girls - Chapter 67: Asami's First Time

Chapter 67: Asami’s First Time

“—Takanashi, senpai…”

“I understand.”

Asami, blushing and fidgeting, spoke to Hiroyo.

“Ecoa, do you have the prepared items?”

“Of course.”

As soon as Asami spoke, Hiroyo asked Ecoa.

Ecoa lightly waved her hand at a blank wall, and a door appeared where none existed before.

“Thank you—Hibiki, Asami-chan, let’s go.”

Besides Hiroyo and Asami, the other person remaining was Hibiki.

The three passed through the newly appeared door, and the room they saw could be described in one word: “love hotel.”

A king-size bed with a canopy, a low table, and a luxurious-looking sofa.

There was even a shower room with a large bathtub installed.

“Wow! It’s so luxurious! What kind of material is this?”

Hibiki’s eyes sparkled with joy.

Though it was unclear how it was made, everything was created by Ecoa.

“Aba…”

“It’s really amazing. It feels like a love hotel.”

Like Hibiki, the other two were impressed and stepped toward the bed.

“—Asami-chan, are you okay with this?”

“Ah… aba… please, go ahead…”

◇ ◇ ◇

A few weeks earlier, around the time Nagisa Kurebayashi’s body odor was treated, the story returns.

“…Is sex pleasurable?”

Hiroyo and Asami were heading home from Nagisa’s apartment.

At that moment, Asami suddenly brought up the topic of sexual intercourse.

“Please… teach me… aba…”

Hiroyo, caught off guard by Asami’s words, was flustered.

He hesitated for a while, unsure how to respond.

His answer was—

“Asami-chan, can you wait a little?”

He chose to defer his response.

The next day, Hiroyo met Hibiki at her room.

Of course, the reason was to discuss Asami.

“So, Asami-chan has finally gotten curious… I thought this day would come, but that doll-like girl…”

Hibiki, Hiroyo’s girlfriend, considered the situation.

He could have refused Asami outright, but like Koharu and Kirino, she was among the closest of those he had treated. Refusing her immediately might affect her mental state, so Hiroyo held off.

“But honestly, I thought she’d bring it up sooner.”

“I agree. It’s been a while since we treated Asami-chan.”

Though Asami had only her hair treated, she was undoubtedly affected by the recoil of Hiroyo’s skills.

Her occasional accidents made that clear.

“Well… if I’m with her, I guess it’s okay.”

“Is that alright?”

“Asami-chan is as close as Koharu and Kirino. Plus, once she’s curious, she won’t stop.”

“I’ll respect your decision, Hibiki.”

Hibiki’s senses might have dulled, and though she had a possessive side, she also felt jealous knowing others were attracted to Hiroyo, which made her desire him more.

“But love me a lot, okay?”

“That will never change…”

In Hibiki’s room, with no one else around, their faces naturally drew closer, and they shared a kiss.

◇ ◇ ◇

Meanwhile, Asami had a reason for her curiosity about sex.

“—Have you two ever done it with a guy?”

This happened when Asami was hanging out with two friends in her room, friends who had been close since her hair was a mess.

Being around Hiroyo and others, Asami occasionally heard dirty jokes.

Her interest grew gradually, but she was too shy to ask directly.

However, with her classmates, it was different.

As they grew comfortable, she could voice her curiosities.

“Ah, Asami-chan!? You mean…”

“…Sex?”

“Y-Yes…”

Her two friends, blushing, cautiously confirmed.

Asami, looking down, nodded in affirmation.

“Miori, have you?”

“W-Well, I… what about you, Oto-chan!?”

“I… have.”

“Aba!?”

Asami was cute, but her two friends were also considered quite cute.

Miori was dependable, not a class president but the type who could be. She had looked out for Asami, who seemed vulnerable, since the start of school.

Oto, Miori’s friend since middle school, loved cute things and bonded with Asami through Miori.

“With your ex-boyfriend?”

“Yeah. We broke up quickly, but… just a little.”

“How was it? What did you do?”

“You’re asking too much, Asami-chan!”

“S-Sorry!”

Asami eagerly pressed Oto for details.

“Well… it felt good? …Why are you making me say this!?”

“Awawa!”

“Ababa!”

Oto covered her red face with both hands.

Hearing this, the other two blushed even more.

“So, how far did you go?”

“I can’t say that much!”

Miori asked, but Oto didn’t share everything.

The three were generally serious, so even when hanging out, they rarely discussed such sensitive topics.

“But Asami-chan asking means you’re curious about it, right?”

“Is there someone you like?”

“Aba…”

Thus, Asami, though not sharing everything, had her first conversation about sex with her friends.

◇ ◇ ◇

“I’m ready…”

Asami, having showered in the prepared shower room, wore a bathrobe-like garment Ecoa had provided, with only underwear beneath.

Hiroyo swallowed hard at the sight of Asami, a side of her he rarely saw.

“Now it’s our turn, right?”

“Yeah.”

Hiroyo and Hibiki showered together, then came out in bathrobes.

Meanwhile, Asami sat on the bed alone, visibly nervous.

“Asami-chan, can you lie down there?”

“O-Okay…”

Guided by Hiroyo, she lay on her back with her head on the central pillow of three.

Hiroyo and Hibiki settled on either side of her.

“You’re nervous, right?”

“I am…”

At this point, confirming her consent wasn’t necessary.

But words of concern were always needed.

Asami seemed more nervous than anyone he had treated before.

“Please use your skill…”

“Got it. Here we go. —Skill ‘Skin Quality Improvement'”

This was the first time Hiroyo used a skill other than Hair Quality Improvement on Asami.

A faint white light glowed in his hand as he gently touched her face.

“Nn…”

No one had felt recoil from a cheek touch.

Asami only felt the warmth of Hiroyo’s palm.

“Please continue… and—”

“We’ll take off the bathrobe, okay?”

“Aba… please.”

Hibiki finished Asami’s sentence.

As Hibiki untied the bathrobe’s belt, Asami’s underwear was revealed.

Her white underwear, adorned with floral lace, looked adorable against her silver hair.

“A… ba…”

Her face and ears reddened with embarrassment.

When Hiroyo touched her ear, a change occurred.

“Au!?”

She flinched, trembling as if pulling back her neck.

Hiroyo and Hibiki exchanged glances, confirming Asami wasn’t resisting, and simultaneously ran their tongues along her ears and neck.

“Aba… aba… uuu…”

Asami wriggled her hips and tightly gripped the pillow.

Until now, Hiroyo had seen her only as a little sister.

Small and cute like a foreign doll, Asami was used to Hiroyo patting her head, accustomed to casual touch.

But today, he touched her head, clearly doing something sexual. Her embarrassment peaked.

“Can we take it off? Are you okay?”

“It’s… okay… I trust you completely…”

Hiroyo unhooked her bra and removed her panties.

Asami was now bare.

Though petite, her breast was about a C-cup, surprisingly well-developed.

As they undressed her, Hiroyo and Hibiki shed their bathrobes, and—

“Please… come…”

Asami, with teary turquoise-blue eyes, looked at Hiroyo and spread her arms wide.

He responded by bringing his face closer.

“Nn…”

With a light kiss, Asami’s expression melted.

“More… please, more…”

“Haha, Asami-chan, you’re surprisingly eager.”

“Hiroyo, satisfy her fully.”

“Yes, yes.”

Kissing Asami again as she sought more, Hibiki moved her face toward one of her breasts.

At the same time, Hiroyo’s skill-activated hand moved to the other breast.

As his fingers slowly teased the peak, the recoil’s effect intensified.

“Ah, ah… au… uu… it feels… good… I love it… nn♡”

Her moans echoed through the otherworldly bedroom, her skin glistening with moisture.

Asami’s skin, perhaps due to her foreign heritage, was as white as snow, like Koharu and Kirino. The smooth snow absorbed moisture, gradually becoming damp…

Thus, Asami experienced her first time that day, her body melting into the moment.

◇ ◇ ◇

“—Fascinating.”

Someone watched the three entwine via a holographic monitor in the “master room.”

A person with long blonde hair and distinctive long ears—Ecoa.

She stared intently at the monitor, witnessing everything.

When she registered Hiroyo as her master, various memories had flooded in, but seeing it live was her first time.

“I knew human reproduction wasn’t mechanical, but… to this extent…”

Ecoa, still standing, lifted her maid skirt and slipped her hand into her panties.

“Like this…?”

She stroked her lower body, mimicking what she saw to comfort herself.

“Nn… is this… what longing feels like…?”

Her usually expressionless eyes wavered, her cheeks faintly flushed.

Ecoa pondered.

Until now, she had no concept of desire, existing only to fulfill her master’s orders.

But now, touching human emotions, her own desires were slowly blooming.

So—

“Someday, I will be with Master too…”

Ecoa kept her eyes fixed on the monitor; she masturbated while watching the three until they returned.