I Could Not Resist My S*xual Desire

“I… I think I was being hasty…”

The next day.

I woke up in the morning and immediately regretted it.

What I regretted are the words I said to Mari yesterday.

In the heat of the moment I said “Go ahead and try if you can,” but if she actually did it… no, if she did it, I’d be the one in trouble.

It is often said that the sexual desire of adolescent high school boys is inexhaustible, but in reality, that is not the case at all. Just like oil or natural gas, the seeds of life contained in my son’s balls are a finite resource. They will run out easily once squeezed dry, and they are not something that can be reproduced immediately after use.

“This is bad… This is bad… If I continue to be exploited at the same pace as yesterday, I will die, not just metaphorically…”

When I woke up, I started shuddering violently.

And yet, I was going about his business by himself in the morning as a perfectly normal physiological act for a high school boy, which made me extremely angry.

“Well, I guess there’s no other way… I guess I’ll just have to sincerely beg Mari to let me take back what I said yesterday.”

It is unmanly and a little embarrassing to go back on my own words, but I couldn’t trade it off for the danger to myself.

Anyway, I thought I should have a serious talk with Mari when I met her today, but…

***

“Good morning, Sei-kun~”

As school time approached, Mari came to pick me up at my house, radiating her usual purity. 

Her long, smooth hair gleamed with a healthy shine like a halo, and her innocent smile made yesterday’s wildness seem like a lie. 

She was the embodiment of “purity,” admired by readers across Japan in magazines.

“Oh, morning…”

“Hmm? What’s wrong? You look weird.”

“Huh? Do I look weird?”

“Yeah, you have a serious expression.”

Mari leaned in close, peering into my eyes. Her hazel eyes were clear and unclouded, making me feel uncomfortable. I quickly looked away from her.

“Oh, uh, I was just thinking about something this morning. That might be why.”

“Thinking about something?”

“Yeah, but it’s nothing important. You don’t need to worry about it, Mari.”

“…? If you say so…”

With a slightly worried expression, Mari pulled back from me.

(…It’s hard to believe that Mari, with such clear eyes, could have that lustful, clouded look.)

As I was lost in thought, Mari urged me on.

“Hey, Sei-kun, what are you spacing out for? We should head to school soon.”

“Oh, sorry. Yeah, let’s go.”

With her encouragement, I started walking alongside her. Since we had started dating, I thought about holding her hand, so I reached out cautiously… 

“No, no. Not on the way to school. There are people around…”

“S-sorry, you’re right.”

Mari, her face flushed with embarrassment and shyness, refused to hold hands. 

Well, she had a point. Considering her popularity, which was almost idol-like, openly showing affection in public could potentially interfere with her work or image.

Still… if yesterday’s passion was genuine, I thought she’d be the one clinging to me. Maybe I was just overreacting or misinterpreting things.

***

After that, Mari’s behavior remained completely ordinary. Even after we arrived at school, she didn’t act unusually forward or seem ar*used. She didn’t insist on being with me constantly and was simply chatting with her group of girlfriends as usual.

“Hmm…”

Watching her like this, I began to seriously doubt myself. Was that wild side of Mari I witnessed really something I saw, or was it all just in my head?

***

“That’s just a huge misunderstanding on your part, man.”

As soon as the third period ended, my friend DT made that clear. DT, short for Doodoo Teiichirou, is my best friend, and everyone affectionately calls him by his initials. (TL: last name first name, stress on ‘O’ btw)

With his good looks, excellent grades, and great personality, DT seemed perfect, which made his current look of exasperation aimed at me even more annoying.

“We’re talking about Mari Muratsuki, the queen of pure love who debuted with a story about pure and innocent love between a boy and girl, capturing the delicate emotions so vividly she was called the ‘Queen of Pure Love.’ She’s practically the symbol of purity! The idea of her coming on to you like some kind of pervert is a fantasy even the most delusional otaku wouldn’t dream up.”

“Yeah, I know it sounds crazy, but I mean, she really did drain me five times…”

“If that’s true, it’s the most enviable thing I’ve ever heard. But I think there’s another explanation.”

“Another explanation?”

DT looked me dead in the eyes with a serious expression and said in a grave voice, “Maybe it was just a really blissful and erotic dream you had because of how much you like Muratsuki.”

“…That’s entirely possible.”

It was a painfully convincing argument.

It definitely seemed more likely.

An er*tic, wild, passionate side of her? Of course, I’d want that. I mean, I’m a high school boy. And if that kind of side came from Mari, who was known as the “pure, beautiful genius creator” admired nationwide, the gap would make it even more intense and hot. I’d fantasized about wild, s*x-filled scenarios with her long before I confessed. I mean, I’m a high school guy.

The idea of starting a relationship and having those fantasies manifest in my dreams seemed less unusual. I mean, I’m a high school boy, after all.

…Wait, if I follow this logic, was everything since my confession just a dream, fantasy, and wishful thinking? Could it be that my relationship with Mari was… an illusion?

Yeah, that makes sense. There’s no way someone like me would match up with Mari. Haha…

“…Yeah, thanks, DT. I think you’re right. It seems like I was just projecting my desires onto Mari in my dreams.”

“Glad to hear it, man. By the way, Sei-kun, I have a favor to ask…”

“You helped clear my worries, so ask away.”

“If, hypothetically, Mari Muratsuki is as erotic and wild as you said, could you ask her to take care of my first time too—”

“That’s why you’re called DT.” (TL: DooTei: Virgin, lol, bro)

Doodoo Teiichirou.

Good-looking, smart, and with a great personality, a trifecta of annoying perfection.

Note: He’s still a virgin.

***

Ignoring DT’s nonsense, I got up to relieve myself and headed to the restroom.

There were only five minutes until the next class. It wasn’t urgent, but I didn’t have much time to dawdle either. Rushing into the boys’ bathroom, I pulled out my little buddy and got ready to do my business.

“Okay, time to pee… Huh?”

Just as I was about to start, a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed my little buddy. The fingers were white and smooth, like whitebait, and all too familiar…

“…I couldn’t resist my desires.”

“Huh? Wait—what—wait, what!?”

I quickly glanced to my side, and there she was—my childhood friend, with an angelic face and a shy expression. 

(TL: Yo, what’s up with the gap, must be one hell of a poker face)