Kotori threw her upper body onto the adjacent bed, burying her face in a cushion as if hugging it, and turned her back towards him. It was their usual position.
She then restlessly moved her hips, shaking her short skirt. What was inside was now completely defenseless. She herself had removed the final barrier.
It was as if she were inviting him. In fact, that's exactly what she was asking for.
His heart pounded so hard it hurt. He could feel the blood rushing to his head. The sensation of his reason being eroded by Kotori.
Takumi, trying not to let his dizzy state show, mumbled in a teasing tone.
"Still wearing such un-sexy underwear, huh?"
"!? D-Don't look at that...!"
"Unlike before, your school skirt is shorter, so you should be careful because sometimes it looks like it might show at school, too."
"N-Now's not the time for that!"
Kotori, teased, lifted her face from the cushion and glared at him, her ears bright red.
Takumi raised both hands lightly, as if to say, "my bad."
"The condom?"
"The usual place. The top drawer of the desk."
Takumi, with quick and practiced movements, put on the condom, then went behind Kotori and grabbed her hips.
The sight of himself pinning down the beautiful girl in front of him made his excitement surge even more.
And even through her school uniform, he could clearly feel Kotori's good figure.
Perhaps she was sweating a little, a sweet scent tickled his nostrils. It was Kotori's scent, a strongly feminine one. It intensely stimulated his instincts.
He felt like he would never get used to this.
The saying "A beauty is tiresome after three days" was an absolute lie.
Takumi murmured in a voice that sounded somewhat desperate.
"Here I come."
"Mm."
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In Kotori's room, muffled voices, rough breaths, and the regular, dry sound of skin slapping echoed.
What the two of them were doing was sex. Erotic acts. Sexual intercourse. The act performed between a man and a woman in a deep relationship.
However, to call it an intimate act would be too mechanical and monotonous.
In this routine, they didn't even share a single kiss. They never had. There was no conversation, either.
When they did it, it was always from behind with her clothes on, because Kotori didn't want him to see her naked body or her face.
It was just a ritual to release what needed to be released.
But it was also an overly alluring act of love.
Takumi was about to drown in the pleasure Kotori was giving him. He was desperately trying to maintain a grim expression to keep from losing control.
He was fully aware that what they were doing was ethically warped by societal standards.
No matter how many excuses he made, the reason he was going along with this ritual was because it felt good. He was just succumbing to the pleasure. He couldn't stop. He was truly the worst.
Even today, when he saw the cat stretching sticker—the signal for this routine request—on his phone, it would be a lie to say he hadn't felt a surge of anticipation.
After a while, they finished the routine, which was superficially performed as an obligation.
A sweet numbness remained in his head, but without enjoying the afterglow, Takumi silently moved away from Kotori and began to clean up.
Kotori also sat up and started to fix her disheveled clothes.
"..."
"..."
A somewhat awkward atmosphere hung in the air.
Well, of course, since they had just engaged in an embarrassing act.
When he glanced at Kotori with a bit of reluctance, her cheeks were flushed, her skin was slightly sweaty, and she looked strangely sensual.
Takumi, feeling the blood flow in his body start to quicken again, hurriedly looked away.
This was just a necessary routine for Kotori.
It wasn't something done just for lust.
He was just a helper.
And since they weren't even a couple, it was only natural.
He let out a self-deprecating sigh.
Then, Kotori whispered timidly, "...Thanks again today. Now I can go to Futaba."
"You're welcome."
"And, um, Takumi, did it feel good?"
It felt annoying to give an honest answer, so he instead prompted her with a glance toward a certain spot.
"...As you can see."
"Oh, you're right. You came so much."
Seeing the physical evidence that she excited him, Kotori's eyes softened.
In fact, an absurd amount had come out today. That's how much charm Kotori had.
Takumi's cheeks were about to get hot from being seen like that, so he snorted dismissively and forcefully changed the topic.
"Seriously, why do you need a routine like this?"
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