My Little Sister Is the Best F*p Material - Volume 3 Chapter 11: Yamamoto-san's Dilemma

Volume 3 Chapter 11: Yamamoto-san’s Dilemma

The last day of school before summer break. This morning, Miyu was acting as usual, eating the meal I made without saying a word, sometimes talking and sometimes not, and then left the house with a “I’m off.” It seems she wants to pretend last night’s accident never happened, so I didn’t bring it up either.

Takanami, who glared at me with mysterious hostility on Friday, still seemed in a bad mood and didn’t even greet me when I entered the classroom. I have no idea what I could have done to deserve this. Not only is Takanami sulking, but today, it feels like everyone in the classroom is staring at me.

There’s no way I can enjoy summer break with this lingering resentment. So, just before homeroom began, I gathered the courage to ask Onozaki, who sits next to me.

“Onozaki, can I talk to you for a moment?”

I’ve spoken to Onozaki a few times before. I thought she had a good impression of me, and I believed she would tell me something if she knew anything.

“What is it?”

Onozaki adjusted her glasses and turned to face me. A normal reaction, at least for now.

“I don’t know how to put this… but do I have a bad reputation?”

“Huh!? Well, yeah, I guess so. I don’t really know why, though.”

Her reaction was definitely not one of confusion.

I didn’t expect Onozaki to dodge my question.

“Do I have everyone’s hatred?”

“Umm…”

Onozaki looked around, clearly uncomfortable with the question.

“I don’t dislike you, but maybe the boys are a bit… surprised?”

Surprised? What do you mean? I can’t think of anything that would surprise people about me except for my little sister. Could it be that? Did they find out I was dating a middle schooler? No, no, that’s impossible. Absolutely not.

“Why can’t they tell me directly?”

“Maybe because they haven’t confirmed it with the person concerned…”

“With the person concerned? You mean me, right?”

“Yeah, that’s what I mean.”

I felt like I had wandered into a strange world. We were having a proper conversation, yet our words seemed to be lost in translation.

“I don’t know if it’s right for me to say anything. I think you should talk to Takanami about this, Sotomichi.”

Onozaki wiped her glasses and looked towards the door where our homeroom teacher had just arrived.

It seems time is up. So, everyone is silent because of Takanami. He probably won’t tell me anything until I figure it out on my own. In that case, I have no choice but to ask Suzuhara.

After homeroom, during every break between classes, I looked for an opportunity to talk to Suzuhara. Recently, he’s been talking to the girls in our class a lot, making it difficult for me to approach him. His image change seemed to have paid off, and even those who initially mocked him now recognized his new, refreshing personality.

“Hey, Suzuhara.”

It was only at the end of the last class that I managed to catch up with Suzuhara in the hallway as we were returning from a mobile classroom. I walked beside him and asked,

“Have I done something wrong?”

I had no idea what it could be, but there was a chance that, like when Yuka scolded me for upsetting Miyu, I might have unknowingly caused trouble for someone.

“What’s up, Sotomichi? Still planning to keep it a secret?”

Suzuhara tried to push his non-existent glasses up his nose and rubbed his forehead with his finger.

“I’m not keeping anything secret. What the hell are you talking about…?”

As I muttered those words, someone grabbed my shoulder tightly.

“Sotomichi, you…”

The person who suddenly appeared from behind was Takanami. Perhaps because it was the last day, he had listened to my conversation with Suzuhara and assumed I was denying everything, so he could no longer contain his frustration.

“You… you… damn it… you… you’re dating Yamamoto-san… why the hell have you kept it a secret all this time?!”

His voice echoed loudly through the hallway.

I was completely frozen, unable to comprehend what was being said to me, when the seniors walking down the corridor reacted.

“Hey, you… what did you just say?”

The seniors, who were all muscular athletes, were unusually aggressive. They were all part of the group of unrequited lovers who had confessed to Yamamoto-san and been rejected.

“I’ve heard of you before… Sotomichi, wasn’t it?”

“Explain yourself! We won’t let you go home until we get a satisfactory explanation!!”

The upperclassmen were now intimidating me, their voices loud enough to attract the attention of other lost lovers, causing a traffic jam in the hallway. Takanami, who had caused this whole mess, seemed to realize the extent of the situation and shrank back, hiding among the crowd.

That I was dating Yamamoto-san? How did this rumor spread so far? Regardless, the first thing I need to do is clear up this misunderstanding.

“That’s a mistake. Yamamoto-san and I are just… classroom monitors… there’s nothing else between us, I swear.”

However, no one believed me when I told them the truth. Perhaps there was a degree of blind faith in Yamamoto-san, but more than that, most of those who had heard the rumor seemed to have a strange conviction about it.

How could I explain myself to the seniors and get them to leave? I was completely lost, unable to find a solution, when I heard hurried footsteps coming from the other end of the hallway.

“Takanami-kun…! And, seniors… how did you…!”

With a bounce in her chest, Yamamoto-san came to an abrupt stop. She had finally arrived.

“Yamamoto…! You rejected me, and I accepted it because I understood you wanted to remain pure… so why did you suddenly get a boyfriend?!

A question thrown at Yamamoto-san by one of the upperclassmen, a sentiment shared by all who had confessed to her. I was also curious as to why this had happened.

“I’m sorry! Actually… I didn’t want a boyfriend… but I felt bad about continuing to reject everyone’s confessions, so I asked Sotomichi-kun to be my pretend boyfriend!”

Yamamoto-san bowed deeply, her hands clasped together, her usual clear and moist eyes fixed on the floor.

What is this woman saying in front of someone who knows nothing about this?

“Why won’t you want to have a boyfriend!? It’s such a waste of your student life!”

“It’s… it’s… because I want to focus on my exam studies…”

After going this far, had Yamamoto-san really not prepared an answer for the most obvious question that should have come to mind first? She stumbled over her words as she tried to respond. If I remember correctly, Yamamoto-san was always ranked first in the national mock exams—but if she’s studying even harder than before, just where is she aiming to go?

“And, I heard… that recently!”

A voice rose from another man—different from the one who had been pressing Yamamoto-san.

“I heard you’ve been going around saying that you recently fell for someone in our class! Wasn’t it this Soto… Michi guy!?”

“Uu… T-That’s…”

Finally, Yamamoto-san was on the defensive. Was that why no one was listening to my explanation? Well, she had involved me without any consultation, so how did she plan to make up for it now?

“I’m… I’m sorry… I thought it would be more natural if I said that… but I never expected it to cause such a commotion…”

Yamamoto-san’s voice trembled, and she brought her clasped hands to her chest, making herself appear smaller. Her only remaining weapon was tears. After all, no one could blame Yamamoto-san for lying to reject confessions, as no one was in a position to be blamed for such an action. It was the fault of everyone who had confessed to Yamamoto-san and caused her to cry.

“Oh, come on, it’s not like… I mean… Yamamoto can date whoever she wants, right? So, I’m sorry… really, my bad!”

One senior spoke up, and the others quickly followed, apologizing and saying they were sorry. Perhaps, for the seniors, confessing to Yamamoto-san had become more of an event or a festival. Each of them seemed to have calmed down and finally realized the burden they had placed on Yamamoto-san.

Thus, the rumor that I was dating Yamamoto-san was corrected as a misunderstanding. I had made up with Takanami, and finally, I could look forward to summer break with a clear mind—

“Well that’s just wishful thinking.”

Yamamoto-san and I were alone again in the archive room after school. As an honor student, Yamamoto-san could easily get the key for this room with a simple excuse.

Here, there were no students coming for club activities, and even the teachers rarely used this place. The archive room was merely a name, as it was mostly used to temporarily store printouts for students or to keep old papers that couldn’t be thrown away. Now that summer break had started, the teachers were focused on teacher training, spending their time staring at their computers to organize data and create schedules.

“I’m really sorry! I intended to consult with you sooner, Sotomichi-kun…”

Yamamoto-san clapped her hands together and offered an apology with a lighthearted tone. It must have taken a considerable amount of time for this rumor to spread. In other words, by the time Yamamoto-san was eagerly asking about my troubles, she was already aware of this rumor.

According to Yamamoto-san, she had only mentioned having a crush, and it was a matter of coincidence that I was misunderstood as her boyfriend. It seemed that my sudden closeness with Yamamoto-san after the incident at the department store had confused her friends, leading to the spread of this false rumor. And this week, when my name was specifically mentioned, Yamamoto-san’s failure to deny the rumor had turned it into a conviction among the male students.

In short, Yamamoto-san was not the one who started the rumor, but she had jumped on the bandwagon to stop the chain of confessions.

“Couldn’t you have just said from the beginning that you had no intention of dating anyone?”

“If I had only said that, there would still be people who thought they had a chance… vague rumors only attract stalkers, so I thought it would be quicker to make it a bigger deal.”

I understand the logic, but it’s not something you should say so casually to the person you’ve involved.

“I think there were better people to ask to be your fake boyfriend.”

“There’s another reason for that.”

“The other half of the reason you mentioned before? You wanted to create a favor with me for this situation, didn’t you?”

“You’re right about the reason I wanted to listen to your troubles. But there’s another reason why I involved you as my pretend boyfriend.”

Yamamoto-san giggled, her face turning slightly red.

“It’s because I wanted to get closer to you, Sotomichi-kun.”

It was a confession that reminded me of a refreshing youth. No matter how much I thought about it, I couldn’t understand what Yamamoto-san was saying. It was as if today was a difficult day to understand Japanese, even though we were having a normal conversation.

“You know, Sotomichi-kun, you tend to back away when I approach you without a reason. So, I thought it would be easier to talk to you if I created some excuses and asked for favors.”

It seemed that Yamamoto-san had come to understand my character through our interactions. I didn’t like being seen by others as being friendly with girls, and I was cautious when cute girls suddenly got close to me. Yamamoto-san seemed to understand that, which is why she had come up with excuses like apologizing for the Suzuhara incident or wanting to listen to my troubles to create a favor. Without those excuses, I wouldn’t have been able to talk to her as casually, even if it was Yamamoto-san.

“So, you were so sexually aggressive with me because you wanted to get closer to me? Why me, though?”

If Yamamoto-san had wanted to get closer to me by having sex, then her actions up until now made sense. However, that didn’t answer the crucial question of “Why me?”

“It’s not a matter of who came first. I wanted to get closer to you, and I also wanted to have sex with you. That’s how I truly feel.”

I gave Yamamoto-san a “I don’t understand” look, and she beckoned me closer.

“Let’s chat a bit.”

Yamamoto-san rearranged the chairs that were stacked at the end of the room and sat down. I sat next to her, following her lead.

Her lustrous black hair, as shiny as Miyu’s, fell over her chest, which could easily hold a cup, and her body’s sensuality was overshadowed by her flawless beauty, which was unparalleled. I still couldn’t believe that such beauty was by my side right now.

“Sotomichi-kun, what’s your impression of me?”

“You’re a beautiful and excellent supermodel.”

“Fufu. That’s right.”

Yamamoto-san poked my cheek with her index finger, and the air suddenly became intimate, making my heart race.

“You know, I can do anything. I have everything. My life is fulfilled in every way.”

Yamamoto-san held the seat with both hands and swayed her legs.

“I’ve already finished my exam studies. Even without graduating from university, there are many places that would hire me, and there are plenty of people who would support me financially without me having to earn money. I’m also good at sports, and I could even aim for the Olympics.”

The list of arrogance she presented was undeniable, and that was what made Yamamoto-san amazing and what defined her true self.

“In that case, the thing I like and excel at the most is…”

Yamamoto-san leaned closer to me and pressed her ample breasts against my arm, her lustrous eyes gazing up at me.

“This…”

Yamamoto-san’s face moved closer, and our cheeks brushed against each other.

Her lips softly nibbled on my earlobe.

“Unn… Ahh!!”

Pleasure flooded my entire body. The hot and sticky saliva crawled along my ear, and with the breath she exhaled, my penis rapidly expanded within my slacks.

“I love making a boy’s naughty body feel good.”

Yamamoto-san’s fingers rubbed against the bulge in my tightly stretched slacks.

“Ugh… Ahh… Haah…”

My half-body, which was now being pressed against Yamamoto-san’s softness, was caressed by her free hand at the nape of my neck. Even though we were still fully clothed, I felt like I was naked and entangled with a girl.

“Look, Sotomichi-kun, you haven’t come yet. You’re the only one who stays hard even after all this…”

Yamamoto-san sucked on my neck with a deep kiss, and her hand sneaked under my slacks. From the outside of my testicles to the skin of my perineum, as Yamamoto-san’s hand glided over my body, even though it was through my clothes, my penis twitched wildly.

“Aahh… That’s… too much… Uhh… Aahh!!”

The sweet scent that drifted from Yamamoto-san’s neck made my entire body feel like it had been coated with an aphrodisiac. While my genitals were being stimulated, the other hand caressed my head like a mother spoiling her child, and even that sensation excited my nerves.

The only thing I was experiencing was a soft touch while my ear was being licked. I hadn’t even reached the point of a handjob yet. However, I wasn’t entirely clueless about Yamamoto-san’s words, which expressed her surprise that I hadn’t come yet. The pleasure of having my ear gently bitten was so intense that, if it weren’t for the curse that only my sister could relieve me, I would have come just from that.

“Fahh… I’m… amazing…!!”

Yamamoto-san unzipped my pants and attacked the tip of my glans with her fingers. There was only a thin layer of fabric between her fingers and my glans. The more realistic sensation of Yamamoto-san’s fingers sent an unprecedented pleasure invading my brain.

“Does it feel good? Do you want to come? It feels good when it spurts out, doesn’t it?”

“Ahh, ahh, ahh…! I want to! I… I want to… Aahh… Let me come…!”

Yamamoto-san’s voice was stripping away my masculine ego. I wanted to be dominated by this pleasure forever. It was strange that I hadn’t come yet.

I realized that my belt had been undone, and I was raising my waist. Moaning and looking up at the ceiling, this position, with my pants being lowered, felt embarrassingly good.

“Nfu. I’m not even making you hold back. Look, there’s a lot of semen here.”

As Yamamoto-san’s hand entered from under my trunks, it gently enveloped the base of my penis and the entire scrotum.

“Aaaaaah! Ahh!”

I thought I had come. Even though I had already reached orgasm multiple times, the phenomenon of ejaculation had not occurred. I was writhing in pleasure and agony, experiencing the same endless pleasure as when I had received a handjob before.

“Even after doing this with such intensity, you’re not coming. I’m starting to feel a bit nervous too.”

Yamamoto-san soon asked me to stand up again. This time, I was made to take off my pants, leaving me naked from the waist down. My erect penis, exposed to the air, was curved to the same extent as when Miyu had forced me to abstain from masturbation.

“But, Sotomichi-kun…”

Yamamoto-san, with a relaxed expression, reached out and pressed her entire body against mine, her plump legs, extending from her skirt, entwining around my thighs.

“You’re moaning too much.”

Whispering those words, Yamamoto-san began to vigorously stroke my penis.

“Aaaah! Ahh! Nnhaaah! Uhh… Aaaahh… That’s it, I’m coming, I’m coming…!!”

My waist jerked, and my body arched upwards. Despite being warned that we were in a school, I couldn’t control my ecstatic cries, but still, no semen was ejected.

“It’s so sticky. Even though you’re drooling so much, you’re not letting out your sperm?”

Yamamoto-san coated my entire penis with pre-ejaculate, making lewd sounds. Her large and soft hands provided a sensation that was in a different dimension compared to those of Miyu or Sachiko.

“Fahh… Ahh… Ahh, aaaahh! It feels so good! I’m coming, I’m coming…!!”

I was going crazy from the repeated dry orgasms. Having sex with Yamamoto-san meant that I could come without using my sister as a sexual aid. I truly believed that the pleasure Yamamoto-san gave me was enough for me to ejaculate as a man.

As my body arched back, Yamamoto-san gripped my penis. Her pinky finger traced the underside of my penis, creating a sensation that was equal to ejaculation. The ring finger tickled the corona, and I felt like I had just ejaculated. The middle finger rubbed the inside of the foreskin, the index finger caressed the glans, and the entire palm created a sense of pressure, making me ejaculate multiple times in my mind.

“Aahh… Gaahh… Uhh… Nnnaaaahh!!”

It didn’t end. With each stroke of Yamamoto-san’s hand, an orgasmic pleasure equivalent to ejaculation spread throughout my lower body, but still, I didn’t reach the finish line.

“Gaahh, haa, I can’t take it anymore, stop, I’m gonna die, ahh, an, aahh!”

“Oh dear. It seems you really aren’t coming.”

Yamamoto-san’s hand slowly stopped moving. I almost died from abdominal compression.

As Yamamoto-san released her hand, the air in the classroom, touching my penis, felt unusually cold. But now, it felt pleasant. I was too hot, and it felt like I was melting.

“No one has ever felt this much pleasure from me… I see what Miyu-chan was talking about…”

Yamamoto-san’s eyes were fixed on my erect penis, which was still hard. Did Yamamoto-san know from the beginning that I could only get aroused by Miyu?

“What do you mean about Miyu?”

“Huh? Don’t you know? When we were in the fitting room, and I was having naughty fun with you, Miyu-chan asked me to help you get better because you couldn’t get erect anymore with other girls right?”

That Miyu, talking about my embarrassing secret so casually. But, now I see. That’s why Yamamoto-san got naked in the fitting room to try and get me erect.

“I’m surprised you can’t even ejaculate. I had a feeling it might be something like that, but Sotomichi-kun, is this your problem?”

“Well, yes.”

So, even Miyu hadn’t told Yamamoto-san that I couldn’t ejaculate with other girls. In other words, Yamamoto-san didn’t know that I could only get aroused by using my sister as a sexual aid.

“So, did you want to have sex with me out of a competitive spirit because I couldn’t ejaculate?”

If that was the case, then it would make sense that Yamamoto-san wanted to listen to my troubles and get closer to me by having sex.

“Hmm, that’s a little different.”

However, Yamamoto-san denied my prediction. It seemed that there was some competitive spirit, but not entirely. She removed her hand, which had been touching my erect penis, and continued her story.

“I’ve been with a lot of people and had relationships with them…”

A pause was born from her hesitation.

But, there was no longer any reason for me to hide it.

“I’ve had sex with a lot of people. But, I… I’ve never had sex for more than ten seconds…”

The truth was revealed. This was the problem that Yamamoto-san was facing.

“Most people come just by me getting cozy with them. Even those who can last longer come as soon as I touch them. When I try to enjoy myself wholeheartedly, everyone surpasses their limits…”

This Venus was not just beautiful; she was extraordinary. Her ability, which should have been a good medicine for people, had turned into a poison due to its excessiveness.

“That must be tough. I can understand because I have a similar problem.”

“Huh? A similar problem? Fufuh. Ahahahah!”

Yamamoto-san suddenly burst into laughter, her face beaming with joy.

“No, no, your problem is more serious. I feel silly for even worrying about it.”

Yamamoto-san wiped away the tears that had gathered at the corners of her eyes with her fingers.

Is that something to laugh about?

“So, even though your penis is so hard and big, you can’t ejaculate? What do you do when you’re horny?”

“Umm… well…”

If I use my sister as a sexual aid, I can come. Should I tell her? In this atmosphere, Yamamoto-san might be able to understand my problem. The only issue is that Yamamoto-san knows Miyu. I’m afraid that this conversation might get really complicated.

“Well… if you could… give me oral…”

“Oral? I see, for you, it’s like being teased, right? Okay, okay. As a reward for your patience, Onee-san will give you a blowjob.”

Yamamoto-san moved to the front of the chair where I was sitting. Then, she made me spread my legs and supported my penis with her hands, licking from the base of my penis to the root of my thigh.

“Aghh, ahh, it feels so good to be licked by your tongue…!”

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it, Sotomichi-kun. But, here at school, please try not to moan too much?”

“S-sorry.”

I covered my mouth with both hands. I should be able to control my voice if I try, but when it’s really good, I can’t help myself. That’s why I have to suppress my voice like this.

“Nchu, munyu, n… “

Yamamoto-san ran her lips over my penis, kissing it from the base to the tip. Without hesitation, she took my penis into her mouth.

“Jubu, juru… gchuru, chubu, n… jurururu…”

“Nnnnn!! N, aahn, n…!!”

My penis was enveloped by her saliva-filled mouth. The pleasure from the tongue, the lips, and even the mucous membrane inside her cheeks, was overwhelming.

“Gchuru… jubu… njubu, nup, nchu…”

The intense pleasure was like a raging wave. If I hadn’t covered my mouth, I would have screamed. My penis was merging with Yamamoto-san’s body temperature, and I couldn’t tell what was happening. Even though my penis was twitching multiple times in her mouth, I still couldn’t ejaculate.

“Ah, nnn, nfu, fuu, aah, au…”

This time, I felt like I was going to lose consciousness from oxygen deprivation. But, if I took my hand off my mouth now, my moans would surely echo throughout the school.

I can’t take it anymore. I want to ejaculate so badly. I want to unleash my desires in this lewd mouth, which was created to produce pleasure.

At the moment my sexual desire reached its limit, an image from last night’s sex with Miyu flashed through my mind. Perhaps my brain judged that the torment of repeated sensations was too dangerous, and the image of Yamamoto-san giving me a blowjob overlapped with Miyu giving me a blowjob in my vision, and the blockage in my seminal vesicles that was preventing ejaculation was suddenly blown away.

“Ahh–!! Yamamoto-san, sorry, I’m coming, I’m coming!!”

“Huh? N, ahh, fuh, muchu, ng…”

Bii, biguh, dobiru, biru–!

The semen, which had accumulated beyond my limit, was violently ejaculated into Yamamoto-san’s mouth.

“Uhh… uggh…”

Yamamoto-san, with a bitter face, desperately tried to keep her mouth closed as she was about to let go. After my ejaculation ended, she slowly pulled my penis out of her mouth and covered her mouth with her hand.

“Uuuhh!!”

She was crying, her eyes red and swollen. Then, she tried to swallow my semen, but failed several times, gagging, before finally managing to push it down her throat.

“Gho, geph, uh, up… uuu…”

Yamamoto-san’s face turned into a child-like crying face.

Is my semen that bad?

“I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry. I’ve never felt like this before, but maybe it’s because it’s been a while. I’m really sorry for making you feel bad, but I’m going to get some water…”

“Oh, yeah. Take your time.”

Yamamoto-san dashed out of the room to rinse the taste of my semen from her mouth. I got dressed in the meantime and waited for her to return.

“I’m back…”

She returned with a haggard face. She probably didn’t throw up, right?

“Is it that bad?”

“To be honest, Sotomichi-kun, I don’t think many people could drink this…”

“Oh, I see.”

Even Yamamoto-san, who seemed to have a lot of experience, felt this way. I hope Miyu’s taste buds aren’t dead.

“But! You did it, Sotomichi-kun! You came! I’m so glad… I thought I might be able to help you with your problem…”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

I have to tell her now.

“Huh? You don’t seem that happy?”

It was cruel. I had this pure and innocent girl work so hard for me. I couldn’t do anything but hurt people.

“Do you want to hear my real problem?”

When I asked, Yamamoto-san nodded silently.

“There’s one condition for me to be able to ejaculate.”

“Ohh. Continue continue…”

Yamamoto-san leaned forward, eager to hear more. I’m sure it will be okay. Yamamoto-san won’t hate me, and she will accept me. This saint-like woman will understand.

“I can only ejaculate when I use my sister, Miyu, as a sexual aid.”

After the truth was spoken, silence followed.

I had finally said it. I had revealed my serious problem, ignoring my ethics and common sense.

“Huh? What? Miyu? Your sister Miyu? Are you two… step-siblings?”

“She’s my real sister, we’re blood-related.”

Upon hearing my answer, Yamamoto-san froze, as if she had pressed the pause button. Knowing her cool and seemingly disinterested sister, it was hard for her to believe that I was using her as a sexual aid in secret.

“Umm… well, it’s just… it’s serious.”

Yes, it was serious. That’s why I had been so desperate to find someone other than my sister with whom I could ejaculate to.

“So, during the blowjob, you were thinking about having sex with Miyu-chan?”

“Sorry.”

“Ohh…”

The confusion in Yamamoto-san’s head was caused by two things: her mistaken belief that she had made me ejaculate with her own power, and the fact that the reason for my ejaculation was my real sister.

“You came thinking about ejaculating in Miyu-chan’s mouth?”

“Yeah, something like that.”

“This semen… well… I think Miyu-chan would get angry if you ejaculated in her…”

You’re not wrong. She calls it disgusting every day. But, she’s the one who drinks it more than anyone else.

“Now I understand why you didn’t want to tell me about your problem.”

Finally, you understand.

“Which one do you want me to support?”

“Which one?”

“Whether you want to be able to have sex with Miyu-chan or be able to ejaculate without thinking about her.”

Yamamoto-san was surprisingly positive about my relationship with Miyu. Well, she is a person made up of nothing but positivity.

“If possible, I’d be happier with the latter… Can you support me?”

“Sure. The more I hear about your story, the more fun it became.”

Yamamoto-san gave me a nice smile.

Ah, it’s good that I ended up with Yamamoto-san.

“Also, about my problem…”

Come to think of it, Yamamoto-san’s problem was that everyone she dated ejaculated too quickly, making it impossible for her to have proper sex.

“I’m sorry to ask this, but what about Suzuhara?”

“Umm… probably… we did…”

What’s with that probably?

“When I got serious about having sex, Suzuhara-kun came just by me hugging him.”

“Is that so…”

But, if it weren’t for Miyu, I would have been the same. I can’t really say anything bad about him.

“He said he could only get excited by two-dimensional girls. I was a fool to expect anything from those words. I mean, I was so fed up with everything…”

Yamamoto-san spoke with a dissatisfied expression. It was only after she had tried and failed with other excellent men that she gave Suzuhara-like people a chance.

“So, the condition for dating you was for him to be able to have sex with you at your fullest?”

“That’s right. Until now, everyone who couldn’t handle it just gave up cleanly. But I never imagined I’d be blackmailed over this dilemma.”

“You were too naive.”

“Yeah.”

Yamamoto-san sat back down on the chair next to me.

A relaxed atmosphere filled the room.

“When I was talking with Suzuhara at the shopping mall, it totally felt like you two were all lovey-dovey and getting it on. I mean, he was even going on about ‘acts of love’ and all that.”

“Suzuhara-kun? Haha. Well, he’s a boy, after all.”

Yamamoto-san forced a troubled smile. So that conversation had a fair share of Suzuhara’s bravado mixed in, huh?

Thinking back on it, even when I first heard about it from Suzuhara, things weren’t going well between them. There was no way they were actually all lovey-dovey.

“He told me that if I got into the mood right away, I’d finish too quickly, so he just told me to take my clothes off and lie down on the bed for now.”

“Oh.”

“After about a minute of that…”

“Yeah.”

“He said he came, and that was the end of it.”

“I wonder if he really graduated from being a virgin…”

That’s why Yamamoto-san said “probably.” No matter what, for Yamamoto-san, having normal sex was a wish worth taking the risk of being threatened. I had no idea that not being able to enjoy sex was so painful. That’s why she did those things with me so easily.

“… Yamamoto-san, you have so many other good qualities besides being good for sex, you know?”

A person’s values cannot be decided by others. Still, I couldn’t understand why Yamamoto-san was so obsessed with sex.

Yamamoto-san could have a fun life without having sex. She had many abilities that everyone else envied. No, it would not be an exaggeration to say that she could do everything except have sex.

“I told you, it’s a silly problem.”

Yamamoto-san had told me before that her problem was serious, but that it couldn’t be understood by others.

“It started in middle school. The first boy I dated, well, we got into that kind of mood.”

It was Yamamoto-san’s first time. It didn’t seem like a very certain experience.

“No matter how many times we tried, it didn’t work. Eventually, the other person lost confidence, and that’s why we broke up.”

The boy probably never imagined breaking up just because they couldn’t have sex. Only because Yamamoto-san was such a high-class flower, he couldn’t bear the pressure.

“The next person was similar. But, I was the one who broke up with him. The first failure was stuck in my head, and I couldn’t help but feel awkward.”

Yamamoto-san had been a perfect beauty since her middle school days. She had no trouble finding boys to date, but it rarely developed beyond that.

“That little thing became a crack for me. I started dating for a purpose, and I got used to breaking up. I made and broke up with many boyfriends. None of them lasted more than a month. I broke up with many before even having a physical relationship with them. By that time, I didn’t even know why I was making boyfriends.”

She had been accumulating that little thing since she was young. Eventually, it changed Yamamoto Kanade’s personality.

“It’s strange, right? I’m so cute, so excellent, and I have a wonderful family and friends. I had everything I needed to live, yet…”

Yamamoto-san opened her right hand and looked at her palm as if she were seeing through it. She had everything that the world envied. There was a perfect form, yet…

“Now, I’m just a stupid girl. There were so many better ways to live my life…”

She was supposed to find the ideal man and enjoy a life without any problems. That girl is now attending this tiny public high school and chatting with me, an unremarkable boy, alone.

“I want to spend a very ordinary youth, get a very ordinary job, and live a modest life.”

Yamamoto-san looked at me and smiled sweetly.

“I’m such a weird girl. Do you hate me ow?”

“Umm… no, not really.”

There are too many weird girls around me, so she’s normal in that regard..

Besides, I’m the abnormal one.

“Then!”

Yamamoto-san stood up, kicking the chair. She was full of energy, which was very pleasing.

“I have a favor to ask…”

Considering all that boldness, her demeanor was surprisingly demure.

“I’m sorry if it feels like I’m just piggybacking on Sotomichi-kun’s troubles, but…”

That was Yamamoto-san’s wish.

 The one and only thing she could cling to for hope—was right here.

“If it’s not too much to ask, would you have sex with me?”

There was Yamamoto-san, looking like a shy virgin, her voice dry with embarrassment.

“Sure. I also want to have sex with you.”

During the summer break, which starts tomorrow, I will put my last hope as a man on breaking the wall my sister made that made me unable to ejaculate to other women, which could not be broken by a simple blowjob.

I decided to have sex with Yamamoto-san.