My Little Sister Is the Best F*p Material - Volume 4 Chapter 8: Girls Like Sex Too

Volume 4 Chapter 8: Girls Like Sex Too

The concert hall was lined with nearly five hundred spectators. After setting up arena partitions and folding flyers, I moved to the entrance to manage merchandise lines. The high pay for setup work was nice, but working after last night’s session with Yamamoto-san was exhausting.

Outside, the sun shone brightly, reflecting off the dome roof. I handed out mineral water and fans to the crowd, sweltering in my suit.

“So hot…”

Why do event staff have to wear suits in this heat? It made me never want a sales job.

After heatstroke prevention, I returned to the entrance to manage merchandise lines, counting groups of fifty, directing them forward, and releasing the rope to let them into the sales area.

In my line were two university seniors I’d worked with last year. It’s rare for a high schooler to do this, so they remembered me.

“Sotocchi, once this line clears, we’ll have a briefing for door duty. Meet at West Gate A.”

Agata-san, a petite woman despite being of drinking age, called out. She was barely taller than Miyu.

“Wasn’t it the smoking area before?”

“Door duty changed for line managers. Keitaro’s there too.”

Door duty—just monitoring entrances during the concert. Easy work. Good I wasn’t assigned to control rowdy fans during the male idol concert.

“Chief, everyone’s here.”

Agata-san and I joined the group. The chief explained our positions. Among the twenty, Keitaro-san, with bleached hair, waved subtly.

“Hey Agata. That’s Sotomichi, right?”

After the briefing, Keitaro-san approached. We were assigned nearby positions and walked together.

“Yeah, it’s Sotocchi. He looks different now.”

“High school makeover? A bit late, no?”

“You only dyed your hair in second year, Keitaro.”

Agata-san and Keitaro-san were in a band at the same university. I felt excluded at first, but now I was comfortable.

“Is that musclehead not coming anymore?”

Keitaro-san asked about Takanami. He’d worked here once last year.

“Takanami’s busy with club activities.”

Though a slacker, he’s talented. Summer in second and third year is busy for athletes.

At our posts, we had a break before the concert. We sat on benches in the quiet pre-show venue.

“So, Sotocchi, got a girlfriend?”

Agata-san’s sudden question. Do all girls think alike?

“Not currently.”

“Hmm. So you had one before?”

“Briefly, yes.”

“Aww, who was she?”

Agata-san leaned in eagerly. She’d always been talkative, but when it came to romance, her energy was electric.

“Don’t pry. He got dumped.”

Keitaro-san placed his hand on my shoulder with a satisfied look. This guy could easily have a girlfriend with his looks, but he’s completely clueless when it comes to women.

“It’s not like it was a bad breakup, right? Look how much he’s changed for the better.”

“Hmm, true. When I met you before, I thought you were a total downer.”

“You’re being too blunt! Even I was surprised.”

If anyone’s surprised, it’s me. I used to think I’d spend my life with 2D girls, but now I’ve already been intimate with four real women.

I used to think all women were untrustworthy and that none of them were any good, but now I can even have proper conversations with people I barely see a few times a year.

“It’s hard to explain in detail, but it wasn’t a painful breakup.”

“Yeah, yeah. You met a nice girl. It’s good that you’re moving forward.”

“Man, I wish Agata had been a nice girl too.”

“Shut up.”

Agata-san delivered a merciless gut punch to Keitaro.

“Ouch! You know, violent women aren’t popular!”

“It’s our family motto: if you get hit, hit back.”

“Looking at Agata, I can’t believe that parenting philosophy didn’t fail…”

“You’re just asking to get punched, aren’t you?”

From there, Agata-san and Keitaro-san started arguing—well, it was more like Agata-san’s one-sided violence—and I just watched their familiar banter absentmindedly.

My heart felt at peace. Before, seeing interactions like this between a man and a woman would’ve made me envious, but not anymore.

“Hey, you two! Customers are about to come in! Keep it down!”

The manager scolded us during their rounds, and we finally got back to work.

After that, my shift ended just before the summer sun began to set. Since it was a big event, the cleanup took a while, and I slightly regretted signing up for a job that included setup from day one. Still, I need the money to have fun and buy PC parts.

If you don’t work, you don’t eat. People who don’t struggle can’t truly enjoy a free and fun life.

“Sotocchi, good job!”

“Thanks for the hard work.”

As I was leaving, Agata-san stopped me. Keitaro-san was approaching from behind.

“Hey, Sotocchi, let’s go for drinks.”

“Huh? I’m a minor, you know?”

“Of course, you’ll have a soft drink. I mean, I only started drinking at this age, and now I’m hooked. Usually, I go with friends, but this time, I thought I’d go with you.”

“Oh, I see.”

This is a tough call. Strangely, I don’t really mind going. I’m tired today and want to sleep early, and usually, I’m not the type to stick around after work to chat, so my instinct is to decline. But…

“I don’t have much money on me.”

It’s a rude way to decline, but I don’t want to waste money. Still, I don’t mind having a meal together. Maybe it’s because I’ve been trying to interact with different people, thinking I need to date girls other than Miyu.

“Don’t worry! I won’t charge a minor who can’t drink.”

She’s really insisting. If I think about it, I’ll save on dinner, so it’s not a bad deal.

“Alright, I’ll accept your treat in moderation.”

It’s an answer the old me would never have believed, but I ended up going to a bar with Agata-san and Keitaro-san.

“Hmm… this sake is just okay. It’s too sweet, and there’s nothing to savor.”

Agyou-san ordered sake, a cocktail, and whiskey in succession, with only edamame as her snack, continuing her mysterious tasting session.

“You know, comparing drinks in a cheap izakaya like this is pointless.”

Keitaro-san had been drinking beer the whole time. He kept saying it was gross, but after being forced to drink so much in his club, he got used to it.

“It’s not cheap! Each glass is 800 yen! And they’re slow with the drinks and keep checking IDs.”

Agata-san complained while slapping Keitaro-san’s back. She was nicely buzzed. People really change when they drink. I should take notes.

“So, Sotocchi, no new romance on the horizon?”

And the killer question came my way. With the edamame running low, it seems I’m next on the menu.

“I’m trying, but it’s been tough.”

How do I explain my situation? It’s not like I can easily talk about Miyu or Yamamoto-san.

But you know what? I’ve been trying to have a healthy relationship so I can be intimate with girls other than Miyu. If that’s the case, my relationship with Yamamoto-san will eventually lead to us dating. I can’t believe I hadn’t thought of that until now.

“Struggles? Like the person you like is into someone else?”

“Or maybe some girl you don’t even like is hitting on you, Sotomichi.”

“Or you’re torn between multiple girls you like.”

“Or you’ve got ED after being dumped by your ex.”

Agata-san and Keitaro-san took turns guessing.

“Keitaro’s too negative. You should make more moves yourself.”

“Huh? It’s lame for a guy to chase after a girl.”

“That mindset is lame!”

Agata-san smacked Keitaro’s knee again, and he protested against the violence.

“So, what’s up, Sotomichi?”

Agata-san pouted, asking me. Keitaro-san slammed his beer mug on the table and ordered another round.

“I’ve been crushing on someone for a long time, but I can’t figure out what they’re thinking, so I’m just stuck…”

This is just a hypothetical scenario. I know calling my feelings for Miyu “love” is problematic.

I’m just unilaterally lusting after her, and it happens to be accepted, leading to our physical relationship. I’ve never really done anything for her as a man. Still, I’m captivated by every move she makes as a woman, and it’s hard to describe these feelings as anything but love.

What’s with Miyu’s contradictory behavior? If I approach her as a man, she calls it creepy, but if I treat her like a sex toy, she mutters, “It’s fine.” It’s not like she just likes sex and doesn’t want romance, right? If that were the case, she’d choose someone cooler and more well-endowed than me.

“Hmm. Well, start by telling us how you got rejected.”

Prompted by Keitaro-san’s smirking encouragement, I somehow managed to keep the conversation going, while Agata-san physically reprimanded him for his slips.

***

A small incident happened on our way back from the izakaya. It was too early for salarymen to be heading home but too late for students to still be out. As we left the izakaya and headed toward the station, Keitaro-san nudged my shoulder and pointed to an alley beside another izakaya.

“Hey, that girl’s super cute, right?”

A beat later, I looked where he was pointing and saw an izakaya staff member unloading beer bottles behind the store.

She was tall with a ponytail. Even from a distance, the store’s T-shirt uniform was stretched tightly over her ample chest.

“I’m gonna ask for her number.”

Keitaro-san suddenly declared his intention to hit on her, probably fueled by alcohol. The power of liquor is truly something.

“Didn’t you just say it’s lame for guys to chase girls?”

“That’s different when it’s someone as gorgeous as her.”

“Hmph. Then go talk to her.”

Agata-san, unsteady on her feet, glared at Keitaro-san sullenly.

“I want to, but she’s working, so…”

“Ugh, you’re such a wimp. Lame.”

“What are you talking about? Approaching her during work would just be annoying.”

As the two started arguing again, the staff member noticed us staring and looked our way.

And then, to our surprise, she started walking toward us from the back of the store. Maybe she thought we were customers. Before I could figure out how to explain, the female staff member emerged from the dim alley.

As her face was illuminated by the streetlights, I recognized her, stunned.

“Y-Yamamoto-san!?”

“Oh, it’s you, Sotomichi-kun. Are you done with work?”

“Ah… yeah…”

My heart sank. This situation, with Keitaro-san watching, is incredibly awkward.

“Huh? What? You know her, Sotocchi?”

“Huh? What’s going on, Sotomichi?”

Agata-san and Keitaro-san pressed closer. If they realize Yamamoto-san is the girl I was talking about vaguely at the izakaya, it’ll be a hassle next time we meet.

“Uh, she’s a friend.”

I gave a safe, vague answer. Yamamoto-san’s working, so she can’t chat for long anyway. Besides, are Yamamoto-san and I really just friends?

“No way, Sotomichi! Swap places with me at school!”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“It’s only impossible because you say it is! But seriously, you’re just friends? You hang out with her? Yamamoto, right? Is that true?”

Leaving aside the definition of “friends,” Keitaro-san looked like he was about to lose it, so I just wanted to leave quickly.

“Yes, we’re friends.”

Yamamoto-san winked at me.

“Well, a friend with benefits.”

And with that bombshell, she covered her mouth with a giggle and disappeared back into the store.

Agata-san’s mouth hung open in shock, and Keitaro-san stood there stone-faced.

“Hey.”

Keitaro-san grabbed my shoulder tightly. Technically, we haven’t done anything “with benefits” yet, but there’s no point denying it now.

“We’re going for round two, right!?”

With a face like a crying demon, he dragged me back to the izakaya.

After that, Keitaro-san, still crying, downed shot after shot of tequila until he was completely wasted, and the second round ended. Since Agata-san lived nearby, they left together, and Keitaro-san was carried into a taxi, slung over her shoulder. Hopefully, he doesn’t puke all over the cab.

Heading to the station, I was shocked by the crowds. It was nearly 9 PM. The trains were delayed, and the platforms were packed with people unable to board.

Peeking into the train, I saw women in yukatas here and there. Apparently, there had been a fireworks festival nearby, and we were caught in the post-event rush.

Though my hometown wasn’t far, the train delays made my commute time unpredictable. Adding to that, the express trains were running as locals for the day. While fireworks crowds wouldn’t usually cause such delays, it seemed other issues were compounding the problem.

Resigned to the sweat-soaked suit getting even more crushed, I pushed into the crowded train. Crammed in tightly, I couldn’t even hold the handrail, standing rigid from the pressure around me. Keeping my hands visible to avoid accusations of groping, I moved as close to the door as possible.

But in a train this packed, being by the door might not have been the best choice. After two stops, I was pressed against the wall, and the hardness of it hurt more than being squeezed by people. Even creating a little space only eased the pain from belts and other hard objects, and my shoulders and arms were completely immobilized.

The humidity, pain, and the train’s repeated emergency stops were exhausting. I just wanted to get home, rest, and visit Yamamoto-san’s place the next day to unwind.

“Hmm…?”

Amid all this, something unexpected happened. I felt a squirming sensation behind me, like someone groping my butt. I thought maybe someone was trying to lift something and accidentally shoved their hand in, but then they started openly caressing my butt with both hands.

This is… groping, right? What should I do? I hope it’s just a misunderstanding. I’m a guy, after all. But being touched so blatantly, it can only be groping.

But how should I handle it? If the train’s delayed further because of me, I’d face complaints from other passengers. Maybe I should just endure it.

I can get off in a few stops. I’ll just put up with my butt being touched.

“Ah──!?”

Just as I steeled myself, the groper wrapped their arms around my waist. They slipped their hands into the tiny gap between my arms and the crowd, placing their palms over my zipper, rubbing back and forth as if searching for and confirming the shape of my manhood. The sensation was repulsive.

Or so I thought. Strangely, I wasn’t disgusted. Instead, I found their gentle caresses… pleasurable.

No, this is wrong. No matter how twisted my fetishes are, I can’t get aroused by being groped by a stranger, possibly even a man.

Yet, despite my thoughts, my body remained frozen, unmoving despite the cramped space. A hint of curiosity mingled with fear. What would it feel like to be touched there by a complete stranger, someone I’ve never met? That thought paralyzed me, using “being too scared to move” as an excuse.

The groping hand didn’t stop. It unzipped my pants, unbuttoned my boxers, and went straight for the target. Using only finger and wrist movements to avoid detection, the hand wrapped around my penis.

“Ugh… huff…”

My bare penis was being touched. One finger pinched the shaft, while the other rubbed the tip. This was really bad. I was getting hard. The hand stroking my manhood—its warmth, its softness—gave me an irresistible pleasure.

The groper slipped their hand into my underwear, exploring my entire manhood. Using their whole palm and every finger, they stroked from the base of my balls to the tip of my head.

“Ugh…!”

It felt so good I almost moaned. If this was a man, I’d have crossed into a world I never knew. But from my limited experience, the slender shape of the hand, the softness of the skin—it couldn’t be a man. I even felt something soft pressing against my back, like… a woman’s breasts.

Wait, think logically. This is impossible. Who would go this far in a crowded train? They’d pressed against me, hesitated not at all, and started stroking me. And now, their hand was fully pumping my manhood.

“Ah… ugh…!”

It felt so good. With minimal wrist movements to avoid detection, I was completely aroused. This couldn’t be a man’s doing. In fact, only one person could do this.

“Haa… haa…!”

It’s Yamamoto-san, pretending to be a stranger. Come to think of it, when she teased me sexually, it was always from behind at school, and she was eager for sex in the fitting room at the mall.

Yamamoto-san, do you enjoy public play too much? You seem innocent, but you’re experienced. Yet, you have a pure side, but your play is perverted. I can’t figure out your sexual preferences. But one thing’s clear:

“Ah… that’s good…!”

My groin is overwhelmed with pleasure. Yamamoto-san’s hand smears my pre-cum from the tip, massaging from the ridge to the underside. I was about to climax. This pleasure was proof it was Yamamoto-san.

*’We will be arriving shortly at—’*

Finally, the next stop. The one after this is my stop. The groper withdrew their hand from my manhood but didn’t move away.

Passengers exited from the opposite door, easing the overcrowding slightly. Luckily—or unluckily—the area near the door remained dense with people who didn’t move further in.

Of course, Yamamoto-san’s pleasure assault continued. She pulled my manhood out of my pants, rubbing it against the door, keeping the stimulation going.

We could be arrested for public indecency. Yamamoto-san must be aware of the situation, but for me, unable to move my head, it was terrifying.

And that fear and guilt heightened my arousal. Being openly pleasured in such a crowded place.

She knows I can’t ejaculate, so she’s going this far. But what if I lose control and ejaculate on the door? What would Yamamoto-san do then?

“Ah… haa…!”

Yamamoto-san tightened her grip, snapping her wrist to intensify the handjob.

“Huff… ugh…!!”

I couldn’t hold back my voice. It felt too good, driving me crazy.

*’We will be arriving shortly at—’*

As the announcement played, my fully erect manhood, violated on the train, was finally released.

As the train slowed into the station, I realized a second problem: my full erection would be noticeable. I might be arrested for groping just by getting off.

I exited with the crowd, stood behind a pillar to hide my groin, and waited for the platform to clear.

“Oh, it’s you, Sotomichi-kun. What a coincidence.”

“Coincidence… yeah, I was really surprised.”

As expected, Yamamoto-san appeared. If it hadn’t been her, I’d have given up half my life.

“You’re in quite a state.”

Yamamoto-san glanced at my bulging slacks and smirked.

“Because someone’s a pervert.”

“Come on. You enjoyed it, didn’t you? You were dripping with pre-cum.”

“Ugh…”

I couldn’t argue. I did enjoy it, so it’s mutual.

“Are you biking home, Sotomichi-kun?”

“I’m taking the bus today. It’s hard to ride in a suit.”

“Then we can go together.”

Yamamoto-san walked beside me. She didn’t seem to care that the man next to her was hiding an erection with his bag.

“Do you enjoy that kind of thing, Yamamoto-san?”

On the way to the bus stop, I asked. If our sexual relationship deepens, understanding each other’s preferences is important.

“You’re the only one I’ve done this with outside the house. Well, I’ve thought about it before. There have been people who came just from being outside.”

So, others ejaculated before we could even start.

“So… I guess I like it?”

“I see. Well, I like it too.”

“Hehe. I thought so.”

Yamamoto-san laughed playfully. Her smile always comforts me.

“The bus is crowded.”

At the bus stop, a sizable line had formed. My erection hadn’t subsided, and joining this crowd was scary.

“There’s another bus with fewer people a bit further down.”

“Really? Let’s take that one.”

Following Yamamoto-san’s suggestion, we boarded the less crowded bus. Only a few passengers sat at the front. With my erection hidden behind me, fewer people were better.

We sat at the back corner, side by side. Depending on traffic, it’d take about fifteen minutes to get home.

“Meeting like this after that message is a bit embarrassing.”

You said we’d meet in two days. The embarrassment seems misplaced, but whatever.

“I’m happy to see you.”

“Oh, you’re saying sweet things.”

Yamamoto-san pulled her ponytail to her mouth, hiding half her face. Her deliberate cuteness is adorable.

The bus left on time, and no one boarded after us. The quiet night enveloped the bus, making even whispering feel awkward.

“By the way, how long will you stay like this?”

Yamamoto-san whispered, poking my still-erect tent.

“It… won’t go down on its own…”

After what she did, I’m incredibly aroused. It might soften on the bus, but I need to ejaculate to fully release.

“Do you want to?”

Yamamoto-san, still hiding her face, asked softly.

“Uh, how…?”

“I don’t know. But if you want to, it’s up to you.”

Up to me? How far is allowed?

“Can… you… do it now…?”

“If you want it now, then now.”

Yamamoto-san stared provocatively but didn’t move, waiting for my command. Exposing myself again in public.

“Like… this…”

I unzipped, letting my head peek through my boxers. The AC made my groin chilly.

“Should I suck it?”

Yamamoto-san asked in a breathy voice.

“I’ve been sweating all day, so it’s not very clean…”

My body isn’t exactly clean. After hours of work, drenched in sweat, and coated in pre-cum from the train, my groin smelled of sweat and semen.

“But you want me to suck it, don’t you, Sotomichi-kun?”

My heart skipped a beat, and my penis twitched. I don’t enjoy making her suck a sweat-stained penis, but hearing it put into words made me want it even more.

“Is it okay with you, Yamamoto-san?”

“If you tell me to, I will.”

Yamamoto-san remained passive. Even though she initiated it, it felt like I was the one doing something wrong.

But stopping now would ruin the mood. Yamamoto-san wouldn’t want that either.

“Then suck it.”

“Yes, understood.”

Yamamoto-san obeyed like a loyal servant. She lowered her head, bringing her lips to my exposed manhood in the bus.

“Mmm—”

Her wet mouth enveloped my penis. In the bus, filled only with the irregular sounds of the engine and passing cars, Yamamoto-san took my penis into her mouth. She opened wide, deliberately extending her tongue, vividly showing how she licked my shaft.

Her lewd fellatio had my eyes glued to her. She narrowed her lips slightly, licking off the dirt on my penis like putting on a condom.

Yamamoto-san kept looking at me too. Glancing sideways, she glared, making me feel like the villain. The sensation of forcing her to give me a blowjob was thrilling.

“Mmm… chu…”

As the bus stopped, Yamamoto-san raised her head. A passenger boarded and stood by the door. Yamamoto-san narrowed her eyes, intensifying her glare.

“It smells terrible.”

“Ugh… sorry…”

No matter how thoroughly a man washes his V-line, especially if he ejaculates daily, sweat can give off a mysterious semen-like odor. Whether ejaculation habits affect sweat glands is unclear, but in this hot weather, my groin must’ve smelled strongly masculine. Still, seeing Yamamoto-san’s eager eyes, I couldn’t stop.

“If I ask you to suck it again, will you?”

The elderly woman who boarded sat in the priority seats at the front. No one had moved to the back seats yet.

“Do you want me to continue?”

To Yamamoto-san’s question, I checked that no one was moving to the back seats and nodded.

“Hehe, I guess I have no choice.”

Yamamoto-san resumed her service, inserting my penis fully out of my pants. Instead of taking it in her mouth, she licked it with her tongue.

“Haa… ah… ugh…!”

The stimulation decreased, but the exposure heightened the pleasure. Two seats ahead, a young salaryman, seemingly a new graduate, played a game. With headphones on, he wouldn’t hear any moans, but I felt a tingling in my back, fearing I might moan loudly.

“Mmm… chu… ju…”

Yamamoto-san occasionally timed her sucking with the bus engine starting, creating loud slurping sounds. The amplified sounds from concentration made my heart race.

“Ah… Yamamoto-san…!”

I finally couldn’t hold back, touching Yamamoto-san’s breasts. Shockingly, she wore only a bra under her T-shirt. Sliding my finger between the cups, I could touch her nipples.

“Ju… chu… Hehe, pervert.”

Yamamoto-san glared at me with a relaxed cheek.

“If you want to touch them so much, take it off.”

It was a devilish temptation. The bus, speeding up after a short traffic jam near the station, would reach the nearest stop in five minutes. Driven by anxiety, I quickly unhooked her bra. Yamamoto-san skillfully removed it from under her T-shirt.

The folded bra was handed to my idle left hand. Even I, used to Miyu’s bras, was shocked by its size. But what was more surprising was the content it supported. The T-shirt sagged under the weight of her breasts, the tips swelling, pointing to her nipples.

It was too erotic. I couldn’t hold back. I reached under her T-shirt, groping her breasts, not caring that she was half-naked.

Yamamoto-san didn’t complain or move, only glaring at me as she continued licking my penis. To an outsider, I was a man forcing a girl to give me a blowjob while groping her breasts. Her humiliated expression, with her clothes disheveled and forced to suck my dirty penis in public, brought my excitement to its peak.

“Ah… ah…!”

Being glared at while doing something so erotic felt like… being with Miyu. Realizing that, my ejaculation urge exploded.

“Ugh…!”

It happened just before the next stop. Unable to speak without moaning, I couldn’t warn Yamamoto-san, ejaculating into her mouth without permission. Thick semen shot repeatedly into her mouth, and though she looked surprised, she couldn’t pull away without making a mess, continuing to suck even as passengers boarded.

Until I finished, she couldn’t fix her bra, trembling at the footsteps of passengers approaching the back seats. Finally, as my penis stopped throbbing, Yamamoto-san quickly sat up.

A couple boarded and sat in the second-to-last row, cuddling. I hid behind the seat in front of me, zipping up my pants and hiding the bra behind me.

“Mmm… ugh…!”

Yamamoto-san, still holding my semen in her mouth, looked like she was about to cry. My semen, already disgusting, was ejaculated into her mouth without permission. Even Yamamoto-san couldn’t swallow it expressionlessly.

But she didn’t seem angry. Ignoring the couple cuddling behind us, Yamamoto-san opened her mouth, showing how much semen I’d given her. White liquid dripped from her palate, filling her throat.

“Sorry, let me get something to spit it out…”

As I rummaged through my bag, Yamamoto-san stopped me, gulping down the semen.

“Ugh… haa… I… drank it.”

Yamamoto-san looked proud, showing her now-empty mouth.

“Uh… need water…?”

I showed her a water bottle from my bag, and she immediately took it, draining more than half in seconds. She’ll never get used to my semen.

“Thank you. It felt good.”

“You’re welcome.”

Yamamoto-san bowed and smiled. She was back to her usual self.

“Next stop’s ours.”

Yamamoto-san stretched her arm in front of me, pressing the stop button. Her T-shirt gaped, revealing her cleavage, and I couldn’t look away.

“Sotomichi-kun’s a pervert.”

Yamamoto-san covered her breasts with one arm. The stop button was closer, but she’s right—I am a pervert, so I apologized.

After that, we arrived at Yamamoto-san’s apartment. Just before the automatic door sensed us, I took her bra from my bag.

After the train groping play, I now carry women’s underwear in my bag. How did I become such a pervert? It’s all Yamamoto-san’s fault.

“Here’s your bra back.”

“Thanks. If you took it home, it’d get mixed up with Miyu-chan’s and disappear.”

“Not as much as yours, though.”

Considering the gap between her small body and her breasts, Yamamoto-san’s are more surprising.

“It’s late, so I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah! Hey, since we’re here, why not stay over for a few days?”

“Sure… I have time before my next shift, so I’ll bring some clothes.”

We parted ways there. I realized I’ve been going to Yamamoto-san’s place without condoms. I meant to have sex last time but forgot. I should buy some now.

“Huh? Is this your way home, Sotomichi-kun?”

Heading to a nearby convenience store, I took a different route, making Yamamoto-san suspicious.

“Uh, well…”

Should I admit I didn’t bring condoms last time? I never intended to ejaculate inside her, but it wouldn’t leave a good impression. Still, I couldn’t think of a good excuse.

“I’m buying condoms. Sorry I didn’t have any last time. I might forget again, so I’m buying them now.”

“Oh… I see…”

Yamamoto-san fell silent, thinking.

“Actually, I’ve never bought them myself.”

Yamamoto-san approached me cheerfully.

“Want to check out the condom section?”

Inspired by her, I invited her. They’re just displayed on the daily goods shelf, nothing special, but couples don’t usually buy condoms together. I could only say this to Yamamoto-san.

“Yeah, I want to. With you.”

Yamamoto-san tucked her bra into her pouch, came closer, and held my hand.

“Let’s go together.”

We went to the convenience store hand in hand.

Even after leaving with our shopping bag, we didn’t let go of each other’s hands.