Vol 2 CHAPTER 20: Summer Festival Scramble ④【Volume 2: With the Footsteps of Ruin Echoing, I Come Crawling for You 【NTR Execution Arc】】

This goes back to before summer break.

I let Ichinose-senpai keep clinging to Kotofuki physically, but the goal behind that was to make Kotofuki misunderstand: He’s only after my body.

If he usually leaves her alone, but suddenly gets proactive only about the “below-the-belt” side of things, it wouldn’t be strange at all for a woman to develop that kind of feeling.

Even if I couldn’t expect results big enough to become a certainty right away, if I planted a vague seed of suspicion, then when it mattered, it would burn nice and bright.

That was a plan with hope baked into it, so I wasn’t really expecting any obvious, immediate effects.

Just for that purpose, I asked Takanashi, “Hold back on having sex with Ichinose-senpai.”

But—my opponent was that crazy woman. I was prepared for serious pushback.

And yet she—

“Sure. That much is fine.”

“Huh?”

—agreed, just like that.

That completely caught me off guard.

Given the “love” she shows that clearly goes beyond normal limits, it felt bizarre. So I asked her, “Are you really okay with that?”

And she replied, “Because I don’t really feel like doing it with Satoru anyway.”

“I’ll just say it straight: Satoru sucks at it.”

“Ah… o-okay…”

Hearing something that insane coming out of a peerless beauty’s mouth, I didn’t know how to respond. And then, like she’d flipped some switch, Takanashi started rattling off Ichinose-senpai’s bedroom situation like it was nothing.

“He’s young, so he’s got plenty of energy and momentum, but that’s exactly why it hurts. I’ve never once been satisfied doing it with him.”

And somehow, it all clicked.

Even if Ichinose-senpai is popular enough, he’s still just a student who doesn’t know the world yet. And now that I’ve been taught by Shinichi-nii-chan, I understand that all too well.

Guys tend to assume that rough, intense movement equals a woman’s pleasure, but it really doesn’t. Even if you take “Mess me up!” seriously and act on it, all you’re doing is making it hurt. Who the hell actually goes and “messes her up” for real?

A lot of people know how adult videos and erotic manga are drawn from a male point of view—but even then, the understanding still isn’t there.

In the first place, sex is not something where, if you feel good, it automatically means the other person feels good too.

It’s an extremely obvious piece of logic, but my mentor, Shinichi-nii-chan, said there are a shocking number of guys who get that wrong.

“If you felt good, that’s proof the other person worked their ass off for you. Thank them first. Praise them. Say it out loud. And you always pay it back—make sure they feel good too. Don’t ever prioritize your own desire and do something selfish.”

That’s my mentor’s teaching, hammered straight into my bones.

In other words, Ichinose-senpai has that part wrong—he can’t stop chasing only his own pleasure.

Sex isn’t for you to feel good alone. It’s for both of you to feel good.

Which means he’s still just a kid.

I asked Takanashi,

“Is it really that bad?”

“In one word? The worst. I’d rather get mounted by a monkey—at least it’d end faster.”

“I’ve wondered this for a long time, but… do you really like Ichinose-senpai?”

“That’s not what I like about him—though if it means that torture session gets even a little better, I’d love to beg you for it, you know?”

And then Takanashi started telling me to introduce Shinichi-nii-chan to Ichinose-senpai. The moment I let slip that I’d been “training” in that direction, this crazy woman got extremely interested.

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Remembering all that, I kept nodding along as I listened to Kotofuki’s sexual concerns.

Honestly, if you asked whether it was mentally brutal, I’d have to say, “It’s brutal.”

But even so, if I kept one single thing in mind, I could endure it.

—Because he’s got monkey-tier technique, that’s why…

Just remembering that, somehow—

Like magic, the frustration eases up a lot.

Kotofuki, sometimes embarrassed, and sometimes bold, kept trying desperately to choose her words as she voiced her feelings. Watching her carefully, I made a decision.

Someday, from that cute little mouth, I’m going to make her say shameless words Ichinose-senpai has never even heard.

“Could it be that, Kotofuki… you don’t really like doing that kind of thing?”

“Ugh… actually… that might be true. I don’t really understand which sensation counts as ‘feels good,’ and—”

That’s enough.

Kotofuki’s consultation continued.