The Busty Black-Haired Honor Student And Student Council President Who Likes The Mob-Character Me, Keeps Using “Stress Relief” As An Excuse To Ask For Lewd Things

“Brrr…”

Late at night, as I lay in bed before sleeping, my phone buzzed. I picked it up and saw an incoming call from an unknown number. I ignored it, only for a LINE notification to chime right after. It was from Saori-san.

“Sorry, is now a good time for a call?”

“A call?”

“Yes, a call.”

“Alright, sure.”

She wants to call me? That’s unusual… I thought as I waited. Before long, the same number appeared on the screen again. This time, I answered.

“Hello, this is Takano.”

“Hello! This is Ayase Saori. Is this Mitsuya-kun?”

“Yes, this is Mitsuya.”

“Oh, thank goodness! It’s me, Saori!”

Relief and delight filled her voice. I could easily picture her smiling brightly on the other end. After a bit of small talk, I brought up something that had crossed my mind before.

“You know, Saori-san, I’ve always thought you have a really beautiful voice. Like a professional voice actress.”

“!”

She stopped talking. Then, after a pause, her voice came through, trembling slightly.

“Thank you. Everyone only ever comments on my looks, never my voice. But actually, I’ve always been confident about it. Mitsuya-kun, you’re the first person to compliment me on it! I… I don’t even know what to say…”

I heard a sigh that sounded like she was overwhelmed with emotion, so I hurriedly tried to calm her down.

“Please don’t cry over it. I meant it, your voice really is beautiful, but if you react that strongly, it makes me feel embarrassed…”

A soft laugh followed, warm and happy.

“I may have shed a few tears out of joy. Don’t worry too much, it’s nothing serious.”

“I see. You’re really pure-hearted, Saori-san.”

“…”

“Don’t cry! I meant it as praise, not something to take so deeply!”

“I know, but it still made me very happy.”

A gentle sigh of satisfaction drifted into my ear. Pulling myself back to the point, I asked:

“So, what was the reason for this call?”

There was a small pause before her apologetic voice answered.

“Actually… there wasn’t a reason. I was just spacing out alone, and suddenly wanted to talk to you, Mitsuya-kun. I’m sorry if I bothered you. I’ll hang up now.”

“Wait, don’t. It’s not a bother at all. Honestly, I hardly ever talk on the phone, so I’m actually enjoying this. It’s nice.”

“Really? I’m so glad! You know, I’ve even worried that my baking might have been more trouble than anything…”

“Not at all! I look forward to it every time.”

“Really?”

“Really. But you don’t need to make something all the time. Ingredients cost money, and I’d hate for you to take on some shady side job to cover it.”

“Heh, you even figured out about the instant photos, huh?”

We both chuckled, and the conversation flowed easily after that. About food, music, anime, and games. Just when I thought we might have talked too long, a faint splash echoed from her side. I stopped mid-sentence.

“…Was that water?”

“Ah, you heard it? The truth is… I’m calling you from the bathtub.”

“…”

Immediately, an image of Saori-san soaking in the tub sprang to mind. Since I hadn’t been intimate with Shino recently, that image fanned restless desires I struggled to contain.

“You… imagined it, didn’t you?”

“…”

“Did it… excite you, even a little?”

“…Yeah.”

Her leading question drew the truth out of me.

“Hehe…”

Her pleased little laugh was followed by a sudden, almost casual suggestion.

“Of course, you can turn me down if you don’t want to, but phone sex… is a thing, right?”

“…”

Her smooth, beautiful voice flowed into my ear, stirring my brain with raw temptation.

“Well… To be honest, like I told you before, Mitsuya-kun, my sex drive is pretty strong.”

“…”

“Masturbating in the bath is a daily routine for me. But now, thinking of doing it while listening to your voice, Mitsuya-kun, I just can’t hold back.”

“Saori-san…”

“You can think I’m a naughty girl if you want. It’s true, after all. But showing my real self doesn’t feel embarrassing, if it’s to you.”

I swallowed hard. The gulp echoed through the receiver, serving as my answer.

“Mitsuya-kun… I like you. Chu.”

Her sweet whisper was followed by more, her tone dripping with intimacy.

“Mitsuya-kun, you’re already so hard, aren’t you? Struggling in my hand…”

“Saori…-neesan… Touch me more…”

“Mmm, lick… It’s so strong, and so big… slurp.”

“Ah, nee-san, that’s…”

“Suck… mmm, ooh… So delicious…”

Through the phone, Saori and I lost ourselves completely.