You Came with the First Spring Breeze... - Episode 3: Igniting in the Scorching Night (Rated R-15)

Episode 3: Igniting in the Scorching Night (Rated R-15)

“What did Mita say to you?”

As I finished drinking the mineral water, Tomoya-kun looked over at me from the driver’s seat.

Maybe because of the hydration, my energy had started to come back. Tears began to flow again.

“I’m sorry. I don’t want to say.”

He quickly offered me a handkerchief, looking concerned.

“Sorry, I won’t ask you anything more. But, just tell me one thing. When you said you couldn’t forget Mita, was that a lie?”

I pressed his handkerchief against my eyes tightly and nodded.

“He said that if I didn’t come immediately, he would tell you my secret. I absolutely didn’t want you to find out.”

“That’s awful,” he muttered bitterly.

“No matter what kind of secret you have, it wouldn’t change my feelings for you. You don’t have to listen to anything he says.”

At those words, I couldn’t stop my tears. Silently, I nodded again and again.

After seeing that, Tomoya-kun started the car.

The tears kept flowing, but the nausea and dizziness had disappeared. Seeing him at the wheel reminded me that I was safe here.

“We can still make it to the oyster bar. We’ll go look for yukatas on our day off.”

Despite his words, I couldn’t feel entirely at ease—not because my makeup was a mess from all the tears and sweat, nor because I was wearing clothes I didn’t like. What bothered me was the fear that if Tomoya-kun ever found out, everything might change. Even if he were okay with it, I wasn’t. I didn’t want him to know.

The sun that had been shining bright was now setting, and neon lights started to flicker to life around us.

“Aki-chan, feel free to have as much wine as you want. I’ll be driving, so I can’t drink anyway.”

Could these conversations ever be part of my normal life someday? This feeling seemed so close, shining like it was right within reach. But maybe it was just out of grasp, something I could never truly hold. I kept wondering if he would still feel the same if he knew everything.

In my bag, my phone vibrated once again with an incoming call. The screen displayed “Mita.”

Noticing the vibration, Tomoya-kun asked, “Is it Mita?”

His voice was calm, but there was a hint of an edge I’d never heard before.

Of course. We were about to go on a date, and here I was, distracted by a call from my ex. How thoughtless of me.

“Sorry. I should’ve turned off my phone.” As I tried to fumble with it, he said, “Just leave it.”

With that, he steered into a narrow side street. We passed through an almost deserted alley and emerged in a quiet rural landscape where a small stream trickled beside us. On the riverbank, I saw a couple sitting closely together, and my gaze was drawn to them.

The distant neon lights flickered against the darkening navy sky. The phone kept ringing.

We pulled over on a dirt path next to the rice fields. In the darkness, Tomoya-kun firmly set the parking brake.

He undid his seatbelt with a quick motion, lowered his head, and moved to the back seat.

“Wha—what are you doing?”

His face, marked with anger, stared at me as he took my phone from my hands and, to my surprise, answered Mita’s call. He switched it to speakerphone and tucked it into the door pocket. Then, he kissed me—intensely, fervently, passionately.

Through the speaker, I heard Mita’s voice.

“You’re keeping me waiting. You better not be blowing me off.”

Scared, I clung to Tomoya-kun’s neck, wrapping my arms around him.

His lips moved from my cheek to my ear, softly biting my earlobe. A shiver ran through me, my breathing turning shallow and unsteady.

“Hey, are you there? Hello?”

I wanted to ask Tomoya-kun what he was doing, but I couldn’t. Mita was still on the other end of the line. If I spoke, he’d hear everything, and he’d know I was with Tomoya-kun. So, I stayed silent, surrendering to his touch.

His hand slipped under my shirt, teasing the sensitive spots. I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan.

He leaned close and whispered in my ear.

“Let it out—let him hear you.”

He lifted my shirt, sliding his head under to press kisses against my skin, his hot breath escaping as he caressed me.

His fingers moved along my thigh, slipping under the edge of my underwear.

“Ah… not here… it’s… no…”

He murmured softly in my ear again, urging me to make more noise.

I was shocked by Tomoya-kun’s boldness, but at the thought of Mita hearing everything through the phone, I found myself strangely thrilled, my body growing warm with excitement.

I hoped that prideful Mita would understand the situation, to realize with bitter fury what was happening—that the girl he intended to use for his own purposes was now in the arms of the man he looked down on, being cherished with true affection.

As Tomoya-kun continued, I lay back, head turned toward the phone tucked in the door pocket, letting him envelope me.

“Aki, I love you,” he whispered in a breathy voice.

I responded in kind, “I love you too, Tomoya.”

Amid the murmurs of our shared affection, Mita’s call finally ended.

Covered in sweat, Tomoya-kun looked at me with a smile.

“There’s no need to worry about anything. I’ll protect you, no matter what.”