With her mouth blocked, Aoyama Nanami instinctively widened her eyes.
They filled with mist almost instantly, crystalline and trembling. Her heart slammed against her ribs—thump-thump-thump—loud enough she swore he could feel it through her thin sleep shirt.
Nozomi wasn't excessive. Just a light press of lips, warm and dry and impossibly gentle. When he released her, his hand rose to stroke the soft cascade of her hair—unbound from its usual ponytail, spilling across her shoulders like silk. The fresh scent of her shampoo clung to each strand, something floral and clean, mixing with the sandalwood warmth radiating from his chest.
"Nanami, I'm sorry for kissing you so abruptly."
"Bad guy!" Her voice cracked. "You still say— What do you want me to do, exactly?"
She buried her face against his chest, inhaling the mature, woody scent of him despite herself. "I wasn't ready yet, but you're so mean, bringing me to your room..."
But my heart won't stop racing. Is this what I've been wanting all along?
Hozuki Nozomi's smile was gentle. "Who told Nanami to look at me with such an angry expression today? I just hope you'll continue getting along well with me."
Her fingers curled into his shirt. Anticipation pooled warm in her belly.
"Then... Nozomi, do you want me to continue?"
"Nanami, please."
What followed was an education.
***
The next morning.
Aoyama Nanami tiptoed from his room, her bare feet silent on the cold hallway floor.
Back in her own space, she collapsed onto the bed, cheeks burning crimson. She lifted her hands—delicate fingers still trembling slightly, joints aching with a pleasant soreness. The memory of warm, rigid flesh pulsing against her palm made her stomach flip.
The way he groaned my name... the way it twitched right before—
"Waaah!" She pressed both palms to her flaming cheeks. "I won't be able to look at him anymore! He's not human!"
An animal. Definitely an animal.
Though... to be fair... he'd been gentle. Patient. His hands guiding hers, his voice low and encouraging against her ear. Because she wasn't ready for more, she hadn't been eaten.
But I ate him...
The memory of salt and heat on her tongue—
"WAAAH!"
How could he be so bad? Making me do that... making me want to do that...
Hozuki Nozomi knew she'd snuck away.
He didn't pursue. Nanami-chan was shy; he'd respect her pace. There'd be time—she'd be his completely, eventually. Last night's intimacy had built something between them. A bridge. A promise.
He closed his eyes and drifted back to sleep.
Around seven, weight settled across his hips.
Something ticklish brushed his cheek—soft strands, carrying the vanilla-sweet scent of expensive conditioner.
He opened his eyes.
Eriri Spencer Sawamura sat perched on his waist, golden twin-tails dangling deliberately against his face. Her blue eyes sparkled with mischief above the slight flush on her porcelain cheeks. The morning light caught the delicate curve of her jaw, the way her white button-up stretched across modest but pert breasts.
"Hmph! Finally awake, big sleepyhead." She flicked her pigtails across his nose again. "You were sleeping so soundly—you must've been bullying girls last night! Pervert. Get up, it's school time!"
He probably was with someone... why does that make me jealous?
Hozuki Nozomi couldn't stand it.
He grabbed her slender waist—fingers sinking into soft flesh through thin fabric—and flipped them both. The blanket tangled around their legs as he pinned her beneath him, her golden hair fanning across his pillow.
"Ah—! Pervert, what are you—mmph!"
His lips swallowed her protest. She tasted like strawberry lip gloss and minty toothpaste, and her surprised squeak vibrated against his mouth.
Morning wood, he thought dimly. Her fault for waking me.
Eriri struggled—twice, symbolically—before her arms wound around his neck. Her small tongue met his with surprising eagerness.
This girl harbored secrets her classmates couldn't know. Kashiwagi Eri, the famous doujinshi artist. A tsundere wrapped around a core of repressed desire, armed with extensive theoretical knowledge and minimal practical experience.
Helping her gain experience was practically charity work.
His hand slid down her side, fingers trailing fire through cotton. She arched into his touch, breath hitching, hips rolling instinctively against his obvious arousal.
"Nnnh... p-pervert..."
But she's not stopping.
His lips traveled down—jaw, throat, the sensitive hollow behind her ear. Her skin smelled like vanilla and something uniquely her, warm and slightly sweet with building arousal. When his hand found the hem of her skirt, she gasped, thighs parting just enough.
"N-Nozomi... w-we have school..."
"Then be quick about it." He nipped her earlobe. "You started this fire, Eriri. You should take responsibility."
The way her cheeks flamed—adorable.
The way she nodded, sliding down his body—even better.
Her small fingers fumbled with his waistband, freeing him into the cool morning air. He watched through half-lidded eyes as she studied his length—flushed and rigid, already leaking at the tip.
Research, her expression seemed to say, even as her blush deepened. For artistic reference.
"Nngh—"
Her tongue—tentative, experimental—traced from base to crown. Hot and wet and devastating. She swirled around the sensitive head, gathering the bead of precum, and the sight of her pink lips stretching around him nearly undid him then and there.
"Hahh... E-Eriri..."
She's actually good at this. All that "theoretical knowledge" paying off.
Her rhythm found itself—slow bobs that took him deeper each time, her small hand working what her mouth couldn't reach. Vacuum-tight suction, tongue pressing the underside, those blue eyes occasionally flicking up to gauge his reactions.
The wet sounds—schlk, schlk, schlk—filled the quiet room.
"Mmph... mph..." Her muffled moans vibrated through him.
I can feel him twitching... he's close... Her inner tsundere wrestled with something darker, needier. I want to taste it...
"Eriri— I'm—"
She didn't pull away.
His release hit in waves, hot and thick against her tongue. She swallowed around him—once, twice—throat working to take everything, cheeks hollowing with the effort.
When she finally released him with a soft pop, her expression was magnificently wronged.
She puffed out her cheeks—still flushed, still glistening at the corners of her lips—and swallowed the last of it with exaggerated indignation.
"...Are you satisfied now, pervert? Scumbag?"
"I specially came to wake you up, and you just— you ungrateful bad guy, only bullying beautiful girls like me!"
Hozuki Nozomi pulled her into his arms, stroking her disheveled golden hair.
"Yes, yes, all my fault. Eriri-sama is magnanimous—please forgive me."
Beat.
"I promise to do it again next time."
"Hmph, since you said so, I'll forgive— wait, again?!"
Her fangs bared. Her glare could cut glass.
His lips curved. "Next time you disturb my sleep, expect another reward."
"I don't want that kind of reward..." Her protest came out weak, breathless, entirely unconvincing.
"Cute Eriri. Let's go to school together—your man's fully revitalized. All thanks to you."
"Pfft. Shameless."
She fled, twin-tails bouncing as she ran—but not before he caught the small, satisfied smile she tried to hide.
Just as he finished dressing, soft hands covered his eyes from behind. Two plush mounds pressed against his back—definitely larger than C-cups.
A deliberately pinched voice: "Guess who~! Guess right, and I'll give you a reward. Guess wrong, and you can't touch Yukino today!"
His mouth twitched. "Is that Yuki speaking?"
"Correct! Your cutest imouto! But you guessed the wrong person covering your eyes~"
"I didn't say you were covering them." He caught the hands, turned. "Sumireko."
Sanshokuin Sumireko smiled serenely, her generous curves straining against her uniform. The scent of jasmine perfume wafted from her dark hair.
Ara ara~ He knows my body so well.
Yuki Suo pouted, silver hair swaying. "I told you not to let Sumireko come! Her chest—it's too obvious! How can my C-cups compete?!"
Eriri's eye twitched.
C-cups and she's complaining? Is she showing off?! Damn it!
Amidst their playful bickering, the girls pulled Hozuki Nozomi toward the door—and toward Asada Shino's school.
At the gates, the gathered beauties caused an immediate sensation. Sanshokuin Sumireko's serene grace, Shiina Mahiru's angelic features, Aoyama Nanami with her burning cheeks and inability to meet anyone's eyes—
A cyclist slammed directly into a wall, too busy staring.
The charm of beautiful girls was truly incredible.