My Little Sister Is the Best F*p Material - Volume 7 Chapter 04: A Place to Belong

Volume 7 Chapter 04: A Place to Belong

Under clear skies, waiting for the tour bus to the vineyard, Yamamoto-san, wearing a wide-brimmed hat, gazed at me with a serious expression.

“Sotomichi-kun, I have some bad news.”

Her wide-leg pants fluttered in the dry breeze, a casual outfit unlike yesterday’s pure look—more like what you’d see on any city girl. Though, ignoring the volleyball-like bust straining her T-shirt was tough.

“Bad news?”

Looking up at her, slightly taller in thick-soled sneakers, I braced myself, caught by the earnest glint in her eyes peeking through curled bangs.

“Today… sex is banned.”

Her words hit with dramatic weight, sending a jolt through my brain.

“…I see.”

Her declaration was shocking, sure. But with Miyu as my girlfriend, sex with Yamamoto-san is just me indulging her invitations. A ban shouldn’t bother me.

…Or so I’d like to say. Truth is, I felt a pang of disappointment due to a certain situation. I hadn’t had any physical contact with Miyu since yesterday.

Busy preparing for Haruka’s job and avoiding co-sleeping during the early days of her period, Miyu was deliberately keeping her distance. Her reconciliation plan relies on me getting close to Yamamoto-san, so she’s intentionally making me see Yamamoto-san as a woman.

Losing the constant presence of my sister’s affection naturally made my instincts crave a female body. Honestly, since meeting Yamamoto-san today, I couldn’t stop staring at her chest’s swell in her thin T-shirt. The fabric was so light, her breasts’ jiggle was vividly apparent. Even trying not to look, my eyes were drawn like gravity.

“Yamamoto-san… aren’t you hot?”

With cicadas chirping and heat pressing in, even in the shade, sweat beaded on me. Relieved my clothes hid wet spots, I noticed Yamamoto-san looked cool despite her voluptuous figure, which should trap more heat.

“My boobs?”

Her self-awareness was sharp, catching my meaning instantly.

“The chest area, especially.”

“Yeah, it’s the hottest part. I use baby powder to prevent chafing—it’s a hassle.”

She lifted her breasts with both hands, alternating them to air out her cleavage. That drew even more stares from people waiting for the bus. She’s not fully aware of her bust’s impact.

“Guys get smelly when they sweat, right?”

Her gaze flicked to my crotch for a moment.

“Do guys notice that smell among themselves?”

“I notice my own, but not others’. Maybe in a sports club locker room?”

As a non-athlete, it’s just a guess, but for odor fetishists, that’d be a paradise.

“Hmm.”

Now she stared openly at my groin. Not a full-blown fetishist, but for someone like her, who dives into blowjobs without hesitation, the mix of sweat and semen must be an arousing scent tied to sex.

“Yamamoto-san…?”

Even if kept quiet, discussing lewd topics in the fresh morning air felt wrong. Yet, her visual assault made my cock twitch slightly. She snapped back to herself, gasping.

“This is a pure date, so no naughty talk.”

Scolding me unfairly, her face flushed beyond the heat. The sudden sex ban must be tough for her too, and if she wants a wholesome date, I’ll play along.

“How about we grab something at the convenience store to lighten the mood?”

“Nice, let’s get snacks!”

The vineyard’s up in the mountains, so the bus ride’s not short. The AC makes drinks less necessary, but snacks add a trip vibe and keep things fun.

The bus stop was near the station, so finding a convenience store was easy. We went in together. The last time we did this was during our sex-crazed phase, holding hands to buy condoms. She remembered too—when I glanced at her, she was eyeing the condom display by the door.

Noticing my look, she gave an embarrassed laugh to brush it off. Our memories are mostly of sex, but her flower-like smile was so pure because she genuinely enjoys time with others, sex included. Whether she’s “pure” or not, she’s undeniably sincere.

We bought three snacks suitable for eating on the bus and joined the growing line as boarding time neared. Expecting mostly elderly folks, I was surprised to see many young people—couples heading to scenic spots for Instagram-worthy dates are trending.

“Sorry, gotta hit the bathroom.”

“I’ll check our seats and save you a spot.”

Long trips always spark the urge to pee. I rushed to a nearby restroom, took care of business, and boarded the bus.

Our reserved seats were near the middle. Yamamoto-san, with her tall frame and glossy black hair, was easy to spot.

“Over here, Sotomichi-kun.”

She raised her hand subtly to guide me. As I walked down the aisle, I overheard a guy whisper, “There’s a super cute girl over there,” pointing secretly at Yamamoto-san. The empty seat next to that beauty was mine.

“Sorry for the wait.”

As I sat, she pulled out a snack and smiled brightly.

“Waiting for someone you like feels nice, right?”

Opening a cup-shaped snack container, she nibbled on a thin, fried treat. Her positivity lets her anticipate fun without worry. She arrived early for yesterday’s study session too—a date enjoyment style fitting her love for serving others.

“Glad you think so.”

I don’t find waiting as uplifting. Too much anime and movies make me paranoid about “things going too well” as a bad omen.

“Have you ever gone grape picking?”

“Nope, so I’m excited for today.”

The tour guide boarded, gave a greeting, and the bus started moving. She offered me a snack, which I happily accepted.

“This tour’s grape picking is a 40-minute all-you-can-eat, plus a winery tour with juice tastings.”

The main event is wine tasting, so she lamented, “I wanted to drink with you, Sotomichi-kun.” Will I ever share drinks with her? Or with all the friends I’ve made this summer?

She’d probably get wild drunk. Though I know it’s wrong, I can’t help imagining drunken sex—she’d leave me with no energy to live the next day.

Miyu… what’ll she be like as an adult? Will she stay loli-cute, become an erotic beauty like Yamamoto-san, or surpass both? Either way, she won’t stay prickly when drunk. What kind of adorable gap will she show? I’m already excited. Ideally, she’d be cat-like, all cuddly, then mortified recalling it the next day.

“What’ll you be like drunk, Sotomichi-kun?”

Her question made me realize—to see her or Miyu drunk, I’d have to drink too. A blind spot.

“I don’t think I’m strong with alcohol.”

“No way. Even you might turn into a beast, ravishing girls when drunk.”

She giggled, not entirely displeased, and ate a snack, then fed me the next bite with an “Ahn.”

I manage to keep my lust in check with rationality, ensuring sex with Miyu or Yamamoto-san prioritizes their pleasure. But if that restraint vanished, I doubt I could control my desires with these beautiful girls, even if raw sex were the only option. Thinking about it, I’m pretty great for staying rational with them.

“Ah!”

Yamamoto-san snapped back to herself, regaining self-control. She pouted, glaring at me resentfully. No naughty talk today.

“S-Sorry.”

I’m used to these unfair exchanges, so I genuinely felt apologetic. I never realized avoiding dirty talk would be this hard. Lewd chats are a dream for inexperienced guys, but at this stage in our relationship, dodging them is the real challenge.

We continued talking, dipping into and out of naughty topics, soaking in the bus trip vibe. The bus hit the highway and soon stopped at a service area for our first break.

Stepping off, warm air enveloped us. Beyond the vast parking lot was a shop, with a rural town and mountain scenery in the distance.

It’d been since a school trip that I visited a service area. A mundane place, but for someone unfamiliar, it’s oddly exciting.

“Let’s find local snacks—manju, onigiri, stuff we can eat easily.”

Led by Yamamoto-san, who was more hyped than me, we headed to the souvenir shop. Hesitating to hold hands, she didn’t reach out, so I followed her, and we browsed together. Neither of us eats lightly, but we bought one shareable item and split it.

Seeing the same sights, tasting the same flavors, chatting while wandering—it’s a typical date scene, but it felt fresh to me. After so many unhealthy relationships, these normal interactions made my heart race.

Yet, it also felt off. Hard to describe, like a faint tremor unsettling my heart. Part of it was clear: even during brief moments apart—like a bathroom break or paying at the counter—when Yamamoto-san returned to me, I felt a surge of superiority. Why now, of all times? Today, her every action directed at me filled me with joy.

“Something up?”

Walking beside me cheerfully, she bit into a soft-serve cone from a stall.

“Dating you is just… really fun.”

I said it, feeling no need to hide it. She grinned and offered me the cone—“Here.” I bit into it, tasting sweet, rich milk.

“I’m having fun dating you too, Sotomichi-kun.”

Her genuine, down-to-earth approach brought a joy I didn’t feel during our department store date. She must feel something similar. Today, we were undeniably a lovey-dovey couple.

We hurried across the heat-radiating asphalt back to the bus parked in the lot’s center. I hadn’t noticed when boarding alone, but the entrance step felt high, and I instinctively turned to Yamamoto-san behind me.

“Watch the step, don’t trip.”

Her thick soles were barely 5cm, hardly different from sneakers for a girl used to them, but the words slipped out. She beamed like a kid praised at a school play, saying, “Thanks.”

These moments amplified my unease. I was unconsciously trying to cherish her. What do you call this feeling?

Ulterior motives. I’m trying to make her like me. It’s not unnatural, and Miyu wants me to get close to her for the reconciliation plan. I shouldn’t question it, but the nagging feeling persisted.

“Can’t wait to get to the vineyard.”

“About an hour left, right?”

We chatted while walking down the bus aisle. Her cute voice, her attention, all focused on me. Maybe it wasn’t superiority but reassurance.

I used to envy couples on outings, feeling lucky seeing a cute girl, only to feel let down when she was with someone. Now, free from that shock, if I see Yamamoto-san as special… The stares I’ve felt might be from the old, pathetic me.

…What am I even thinking? Miyu’s influence must’ve given me bad habits. Since both she and Yamamoto-san want this date, I should stop overthinking and enjoy it.

“Want some?”

As if sensing my mental shift, she perfectly timed opening the second snack box and offered it.

“You’ve been eating nonstop. Will you be okay for the all-you-can-eat?”

I’m only nibbling what she offers, but she’s been eating steadily.

“U-Uh, yeah. I can eat a lot if I try…”

Blushing slightly, she popped another snack in her mouth. I’d learn the extent of her “if I try” at the vineyard.

Arriving at the vineyard, where vines draped the shop’s ceiling, we got off the bus and received baskets and scissors. After a brief explanation, our group was led to a section of the divided vineyard.

“So many grapes. Which ones are tasty?”

“The internet says pick ripe ones. Check the color of the bunch and stem.”

“Oh, you looked it up? Thanks, Sotomichi-kun.”

Even for something small, she thanked me with a bright smile, sticking close despite the heat, as if she might kiss my cheek.

Finding a breezy spot, we cut a bunch, peeled the large grapes, and ate. The caring Yamamoto-san peeled plenty for me, and by the third bunch…

“Y-Yamamoto-san, my stomach’s…”

Even with all-you-can-eat, I couldn’t keep eating high-sugar grapes for 40 minutes. I let her take over. She was hesitant, so I peeled and fed her, and she ate with abandon.

“Mmm, delicious.”

Seeing her act her age, girlishly, lifted my mood. I scanned for the tastiest bunches to keep her happy.

“Those over there look good.”

Pointing, she was too focused on eating to notice, so I took her hand to lead her deeper.

“Let’s try those.”

Pulling her along, she looked surprised for a moment, then broke into a joyful smile, following eagerly. Her bright expression made my heart skip.

“Sotomichi-kun picks the tasty ones.”

“Thank the internet.”

“It’s tasty because you picked it.”

“I get it.”

I puffed up playfully, and we goofed around, laughing together. We’re acting like such a silly, lovey couple.

My past relationships—Sachiko, clueless about sex; Yuka, always grumpy; Miyu, stoic and tsundere—were with complex girls. I never knew how joyful it could be to have someone like Yamamoto-san express honest emotions so freely.

“We ate a lot.”

“Couldn’t help it—so good.”

Despite eating most of it herself, seven stems filled the basket, and she said she held back. Her delighted eating face is charming—she’s a woman who brings happiness in every moment.

“Being with you, Sotomichi-kun, I can show my weird sides and feel at ease.”

“Huh, why’s that?”

“Hehe, why indeed?”

Her knowing smile suggested she had an answer. My guess: because we’re not dating. Like when we talked about not prying into her past, if we were seriously pursuing each other, our dynamic would differ. Probably.

“Shall we head back?”

Satisfied with our feast, we returned the basket and scissors to the vineyard and waited for the bus at a shaded bench in the rest area. Thanks to the location and ceiling vines, it was cool despite being outdoors. Sitting beside me, Yamamoto-san pulled a water bottle from her bag, opened it with a crisp pop, swept her long hair back, and drank deeply, her throat bobbing.

Her profile was so beautiful I couldn’t look away, staring blankly at her long lashes as she closed her eyes. Noticing my gaze, she asked, “Want some?” I took a sip. An indirect kiss with such a stunning girl—once, I’d have been thrilled just imagining it, but now I accepted it calmly. If someone else were in my place and I saw this, I’d be clawing the table in frustration.

How am I monopolizing someone this cute? Were all the guys she met before blind? I can’t fathom rejecting someone so kind, cute—and above all, erotic—just for some petty complex. Come to think of it, I heard something like that when I stayed over at her place.

“Something on your mind?”

“Oh, no, it’s just… being with you is so much fun.”

My question wasn’t born of envy or jealousy but pure curiosity from my insecure past self. Her answer back then was vague, brushed off. I didn’t feel like revisiting it now.

“Why didn’t it work out with those guys before?”

As expected of Yamamoto-san, she read me perfectly.

“That was supposed to be your homework, wasn’t it?”

“Was it?”

My memory’s spotty—just a hazy image of us talking on her bed, like an out-of-body view.

“You said you couldn’t believe anyone would dump me, and I said it’s because you only know the current me.”

“Oh… yeah.”

I remember that. I only know the present Yamamoto-san… meaning she’s grown, and wasn’t always this amazing. That’s how I took it, and even after talking to Kawafuji, my view didn’t change.

“It’s simple, really.”

She took the water bottle from me and pressed her lips to the rim, kissing it.

“Because it’s you, Sotomichi-kun, I’m the me I am now. I devote myself fully to someone I love, but how I want to make them happy depends on their reactions.”

People’s actions stem from duty or obligation, and even for service-loving Yamamoto-san, it’s no different. Her desire to please is always positive, but its degree and approach vary by person.

“I became this horny girl because of you, didn’t I?”

“Uh… yeah, sorry about that.”

Her innate eroticism probably outweighs my influence, but I kept that to myself.

“But to you, that’s part of my charm, right?”

“Absolutely. No doubt.”

Listening to her, I recalled that conversation. I’d asked that question, and she lightly scolded me. She was trying to boost my confidence, and because it was her, she said I was “forgetting something important,” nudging me to realize it.

“If you think I’m charming, it’s you who’s bringing it out, Sotomichi-kun.”

The wonderful person I marveled at was someone only I knew.

“Since falling for you, I’ve started thinking I’m a bit cuter too.”

Embarrassed by her own words, she laughed it off to wrap up the topic.

“How much do you like me?”

Not taking it too seriously, I asked half-jokingly.

“Like, a ton.”

Her simple answer, paired with a blissful smile, expressed her affection so vividly that I got too flustered to keep talking. Standing from the bench, we headed back to the bus.

Next was the winery for a tasting, followed by lunch, a botanical garden visit, and an early dismissal. I’d never found factory tours fun, but exploring an unfamiliar place with someone I like made it special. For a date, it’s a total win.

Until we reached the tasting venue, Yamamoto-san kept glancing around. At the venue, we checked out the tapped barrels, then sat with paper cups. Finally, she pointed at someone.

“That guy.”

He was a tanned, athletic young man, part of a four-person group—two guys, two girls, not couples. They seemed like college friends hanging out. He was the group’s center, though the two girls fawned over him. No arrogance, just a cheerful vibe, making others laugh. His handsome face wore a refreshing smile, and his sturdy build screamed “good at sex.”

“Is that the kind of guy you think is my ideal boyfriend, Sotomichi-kun?”

Her sudden question startled me, hitting the nail on the head.

“He seems good at sports and studies, tall, and handsome.”

The latter are innate traits. Us regular guys can only envy. I used to think someone like him belonged beside Yamamoto-san. But not anymore.

“If I dated him, would I be happy?”

“…I don’t know.”

I couldn’t say “yes” instantly. He’d make her happier than some random loser, but that’s just average happiness—not enough for someone like her.

Even thinking of a celebrity-level guy didn’t feel right. No matter how great the boyfriend or how lavish the lifestyle, for someone as exceptional as her, it’s trivial.

“And he can’t have sex.”

“Yup, yup, yup.”

She nodded vigorously. I’d hate for her greatest talent to go unused.

“But that’s not it.”

She corrected me, serious.

“Your comfort, Sotomichi-kun, is unmatched. It feels like you’re saying I’m fine as I am. Lately, I miss you when we’re apart.”

Calmly, she peered into her cup, holding it with both hands.

“When we were at the department store, I said Miyu-chan feels the same. Studying, earning money—things we can do alone—we can satisfy ourselves without help.”

Seeking those in a boyfriend yields nothing. For Miyu and Yamamoto-san, who don’t care about appearances, what matters is something only fulfilled with a partner.

“Comfort’s nice, but I’m not doing anything special.”

“That’s what makes you amazing.”

Her sparkling eyes locked onto me as she continued.

“You’ve been forced to sleep with different girls, your girlfriend’s had physical relationships with friends, you’ve been dragged into crazy fights…”

Forced into rape, dealing with girls whose shameless kinks belie their pure looks.

“Don’t you ever want to change those things to suit your preferences, even a little?”

“Maybe.”

Some don’t bother me, but since these girls are all “above” me, I never felt entitled to demand more.

“I’m no saint, but especially Miyu-chan’s personality and kinks aren’t things most people would just accept.”

Looking at Suzuhara or Yuka, some try to mold even a great partner to their values. Haruka and Miyu got along because they accepted each other as is.

“You don’t try to change people, Sotomichi-kun.”

Her words clicked. Everything she’s said about why she likes me ties back to this.

“I’m not always thinking this way. Next time, I might say something else. The logic’s trivial.”

Her gaze, filled with earnest affection, met mine.

“Being with you, something in you feels like comfort. I love that.”

Maybe that’s the “something” Yuka’s friends or Harumaki-san mentioned. Letting a stranger sleep with you based on that seems extreme, but Miyu’s presence probably amplifies it.

“Also, you’re amazing at sex and feel so good, I love you like nothing else.”

She added the obvious with a hint of excitement. After a heartfelt talk, she lands on that punchline. My body, trained by Miyu, is thriving sexually.

“Isn’t naughty talk banned today?”

“Must be the alcohol fumes making my tongue slip.”

As if.

“For me… probably your straightforwardness. That’s what I love.”

Her beauty plays a role, but if it were just looks, I wouldn’t have fallen for anyone but Miyu. It’s overwhelming, but I’m surrounded by cute girls. Miyu’s supposed to be the only special one, yet right now, I’m so in love with Yamamoto-san I could fall for her anytime.

“…Huh? Oh, I’m being praised…?”

Yamamoto-san’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Huh? Did I not get through?”

True, saying I love her straightforwardness might not click. But my feelings mirror hers—a vague sense of comfort when we’re together has nurtured this affection.

“I really love seeing you smile, Yamamoto-san. It’s healing. I feel so glad to be with you.”

“Wow, really? Hehe, that’s so nice to hear!”

She listened with far more glee than I expected. Such a generic compliment, yet it thrilled her. Maybe because it’s from someone she likes?

“Let’s go, Sotomichi-kun.”

Called by the bus guide, we headed back to the bus. Even later, she stayed giddy, clinging to me as we left the winery and arrived at the botanical garden.

“That happy, huh?”

Overlooking a flower field spread across a slope, we walked arm-in-arm down a sloped path. The bus parked above, and we’d explore the garden. Below were a small museum and restaurant, with free time to spend.

“No one’s ever praised me like you, Sotomichi-kun.”

A strong breeze blew, and she held her hat. Framed by cosmos and hydrangeas, she looked like part of a painting, captivating me.

“Really?”

That surprised me.

“I mean, I’m cute and can do anything.”

Grinning confidently, she’s as beautiful and capable as her pride suggests. Praise for her usually starts with kind, cute, smart, erotic…

“I’ve never wanted to lean on someone this much before.”

We sat on a bench in a shady spot. No urban bustle, just vast scenery, yet our shared space felt intimately close.

“Why am I not your girlfriend, Sotomichi-kun?”

“Doesn’t this feel like you are?”

“Nuh-uh, a girlfriend’s a girlfriend.”

Gazing at the distant view, she leaned back on the bench.

“Dating’s like securing a place, right? Friends or strangers can lean on you, but only a partner can claim ownership.”

She casually reached out, resting her hand on mine.

“Getting priority when you really need it—that’s special. Even if I’m being all lovey-dovey, if Miyu-chan were here, I’d have to let go and give her your hand.”

The right to always be closest, or to declare it, is what separates a lover from others, she said.

“Your side is so comfortable, Sotomichi-kun.”

Leaning closer, she set her hat on her lap and rested her head on my shoulder.

“Did I get across how much I like you?”

Poking my stomach with her finger, she’d been carefully explaining her feelings to make sure I understood. Matching her energy, I chuckled, and the scenery looked even brighter.

“Loud and clear. Feels refreshing.”

It was like a weight lifted. I can date her for her sake, and she feels happy dating me. I can hold her hand, pull her close, thank her gently, or guide her.

“Hehe.”

She followed with light steps.

“Yay, a date with Sotomichi-kun!”

She murmured childishly, almost whispering. Lit by sunflowers on the slope’s other side, she was just a girl.

“Wanna take a photo?”

This date is a big memory for me. I wanted to capture her beauty.

“Let’s take it together!”

Pulling my arm, she held up her phone’s camera for a selfie. My first photo with a girl—I wasn’t sure what face to make. The shutter snapped, and I hurriedly looked at the camera.

“Ah, wait!”

“Hehe, gotta catch your raw cuteness too, Sotomichi-kun.”

She snapped away expertly. We were so close, the background barely showed, but she kept pressing the button, satisfied.

“Photos are embarrassing.”

“You suggested it! I’ll send them later.”

I’d been too caught up in Miyu’s plan and lacked confidence to suggest things myself. But seeing her so happy, speaking up isn’t bad.

“Shall we grab lunch?”

“Yup!”

We descended the flower field, scanning the facilities around the courtyard for the restaurant. Suddenly, she tugged me, sprinting. At the courtyard, she turned, and I crashed into her, tumbling onto the grass. The earth’s softness and grassy scent felt nostalgic.

“What’s that about?”

“Seemed like a nice spot to lie down.”

Lying sideways, we cuddled like in bed, but this felt less resisted.

“Feels nice.”

“Unlike the city, it’s cooler and less humid.”

No heat reflecting off buildings, just mountain breezes moving the air, caressing us. I’d been a shut-in since middle school, but as a kid, my travel-loving parents took me everywhere. The vast blue sky above the grass hasn’t changed, stirring sentimental nostalgia.

“Too much sun’s not great. Shall we head in?”

“Yeah, let’s find something tasty.”

We stood, brushed off the dirt, and headed to the restaurant for lunch, then toured the museum. What was meant to kill time until the return bus stirred unease as the date neared its end. Because Yamamoto-san isn’t my girlfriend, a sense of loneliness crept in.

Like the bittersweet return from a school trip, grouped with a crush, the emptiness of reality and a strange urgency to avoid it tangled, squeezing my heart. Walking back up the slope with her, I asked myself, Why?

The moment I did, a sinking sensation hit, like the ground collapsed. My legs wobbled, nearly toppling me.

“You okay!?”

Yamamoto-san steadied me, and I managed to regain my footing.

“Sorry, thanks. Tripped on the slope.”

I brushed it off, but my mind reeled. Just before my legs gave out, two unfamiliar sensations assaulted me simultaneously. One felt like something I’d experienced before.

It was instinct, not certainty. Like being doused with scalding and freezing water, enduring terror that could knock you out, only to find yourself merely wet. A bizarre, incomprehensible moment.

“Be careful. If I let my borrowed boyfriend get hurt, Miyu-chan might scold me.”

She smiled brightly, unfazed. I didn’t want to ruin our fun date, so I couldn’t waste this time.

“I’d get scolded for worrying you.”

Gripping her hand again, I climbed the slope. My mind was clear, vision sharp—almost clearer than before.

“Low stamina?”

“No way. You seem athletic, Sotomichi-kun.”

Chatting as we walked, I realized I wasn’t even winded. Not an athlete, but for a former shut-in obsessed with eroge, my stamina was surprising.

“Is it you who’s amazing, or Miyu-chan?”

Her murmur puzzled me—why mention Miyu? Then I recalled starting strength training on Miyu’s orders. But could that explain this much strength?

“Love’s power, maybe?”

She mumbled, not really asking. She explained on the bus after we settled in.

“Love’s power—you and Miyu?”

“More precisely, your love for Miyu-chan.”

My love for Miyu. Dating another girl aside, I’m confident it rivals any couple’s.

“When Miyu-chan wants sex, you can do it no matter how many times you’ve come, right?”

“Yeah.”

My body’s abnormal, slavishly obeying Miyu’s commands. Whether to come or hold back, if she truly desires it, my body complies faithfully.

“How many times you can have sex depends on strength and stamina, not just libido. No matter how horny you are, multiple times daily is impossible.”

I wanted to nitpick, but her point made sense. My sex frequency might rival or surpass an athlete’s.

“So, paradoxically, Miyu’s forcibly trained my body.”

She nodded, pressing her elbow against mine, touching my thigh. I’d been on the aisle side all day, but now sat by the window—she’d insisted.

“Your body’s evolved for sex. Compared to school, your muscles are visibly bigger.”

Unknowingly, my physique had become impressive.

“And this too.”

As expected—or hoped—she stroked my crotch. Time to ask what I’d wondered all day.

“Sex is banned today, right?”

The date was pure, youthful. Maybe she meant it. But we’d talked about sex all day, and now she was touching me.

“Of course it’s… not allowed?”

Saying that, she gently roused my swelling cock, seducing me with blinking eyes. This wasn’t a “no” vibe.

“Really not allowed?”

“I’ve… said no… plenty of times.”

She didn’t want responsibility. There’s a reason, but she clearly wants sex.

Fine by me. I haven’t come since yesterday, my balls heavy with semen. After this, I need to fuck her or have her swallow it.

“We’ll get back early evening, right?”

“Yeah.”

“So… uh…”

Sex is banned. A direct invite might be too much.

“H-Hotel… is that, like, off-limits today?”

No different from a direct pitch. Inviting a girl to a hotel is this hard? I’d always been led along, never knowing how to sway a girl who says no.

“What kind of hotel?”

Her sticky tone teased as her fingers traced my erect cock from tip to base.

“Uh… a… l-love hotel…”

Too late to back out, I answered honestly. I should’ve changed the topic or said a business hotel.

It’s the same either way. We’d need condoms, but I’d settle for a blowjob or just her swallowing my cum.

“Hmm? Why a love hotel?”

Another question, leaving room for me to press. Obviously, I want sex. But she can’t agree to that now.

“Well, karaoke… would be fine too.”

“Karaoke?”

“Yeah, karaoke. I wanted to… but, y’know, both have it. Not business hotels, though. So, love hotel.”

“Huh, really?”

Pinching my cock with her thumb and forefinger, she massaged it. Blood rushed excessively, and though hours from home, my arousal was near max. My brain was already scouting service areas for a quick blowjob spot.

“Wanna do karaoke at a hotel?”

“Yes! Yes…!”

“I said no sex, right?”

“You did, you did. I get it.”

She’s always accepted sex, yet flipping her stance makes me want it this badly. First time I’ve wanted to pin her down and fuck her.

“Fine then. Until we get there…”

She sent a message, and my phone pinged with an image: us, smiling radiantly, titled “Youth,” worthy of framing.

“Let’s plan our next date, Sotomichi-kun.”

Making fun, intimate memories with someone this cute feels no different from being with a real girlfriend. This rapid closeness might hint at the end of our strange dynamic.

“I wanna see you in a yukata, Yamamoto-san.”

“Nice. Easy to take off?”

“N-No, for festivals or fireworks.”

Our bodies pressed close, voices low, we kept talking.

“If you dragged me into the shade, I might be too scared to scream.”

“Fanning my fantasies like that…”

Lost in our private world, as the bus neared the station and passengers dozed, we shared a natural, effortless couple’s time, free of any unease.