It was already late into the night.
In the room where only the two of them were present, a female high school student dressed in adorable white cotton pajamas trembled slightly, her hands clenched tightly due to a mix of emotions.
In front of her, a male high school student with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, exuding a cool and composed aura, placed both hands on his waist and calmly unfastened his belt.
Despite the rather embarrassing nature of his actions, he himself seemed completely unaware of it. Instead, he radiated an inexplicably aggressive presence.
From the way they were behaving, this was nothing like the kind of romantic atmosphere that would make one's heart pound before stepping into adulthood.
Yet, both of them were intently focused, seriously observing each other, afraid of missing any reaction they wished to see.
By this point, things had already gone off track.
"…Kazusa, you should stop. If we keep going, there'll be no turning back."
Facing Kazusa, whose exposed skin had already turned pink, Chisato made a last-ditch effort to joke, hoping she would take the opportunity to stop.
After all, at first, he had maintained a considerable amount of rationality.
But as things progressed, being so close and witnessing the girl he had longed for showing such an adorably shy expression just from seeing his bare skin, he couldn't help but feel his blood rushing.
He was starting to lose control.
If this continued, while he might still be able to maintain composure in his words and demeanor, other parts of his body would not be as obedient.
"Ugh, you're so annoying! You keep going back on your word over and over again. Are you even a man?!"
Rather than stopping, Kazusa's determination seemed to rise another level.
As soon as she finished speaking, she was no longer satisfied with just watching from the side.
She leaned forward, placing both hands on Chisato's waist.
Her intentions were clear—since he was wasting time and unwilling to act properly, she would take matters into her own hands.
"Kazusa, what are you doing… Hey! Stop that!"
"Shut up! Let go!"
Chisato panicked.
"Alright! I get it, I won't argue anymore! So just let go, I'll do it myself! I'll do it myself!"
"…!"
After a brief struggle, Kazusa snorted, twisted her wrist, and sat back down on the bed, acting as if she had won.
Meanwhile, Chisato wore a bitter expression, covering his lower body in embarrassment.
When he lifted his gaze and met Kazusa's triumphant eyes, he couldn't help but curse her in his mind.
You're still smirking? If I told you what you just touched, you'd probably bury your head under the pillow!
"Hurry up…"
"I get it! I'll take them off!"
But before that…
This time, before Kazusa could rush him again, Chisato interrupted her. Then, with resolute determination, he got up, walked over to the wall, and turned off the main light in the room.
The room dimmed instantly.
However, the floor lamp beside Kazusa's bed was still on, so the room wasn't in complete darkness—just slightly less visible. It wouldn't affect what was about to happen next.
Seeing this, Kazusa remained silent, not commenting on his actions.
Chisato returned to the bedside. This time, instead of sitting on the floor, he stood tall, his toned, well-defined abs at Kazusa's eye level.
Ignoring Kazusa, whose face turned even redder, Chisato said nothing.
He simply moved his fingers to his pants, unbuttoning them with a motion as natural as if he were about to step into the shower at home.
Gravity took over, and Kazusa suddenly had an unobstructed view.
It was nothing remarkable—just a pair of plain gray boxer briefs.
Of course, that was for most people.
Kazusa was an exception.
To her, the sight before her was no different from a meteor crashing into Earth.
Her thoughts erupted, and she instinctively wanted to look away.
But then, out of the corner of her eye, she caught Chisato's infuriatingly smug smile, and she gritted her teeth, forcing herself to hold her gaze.
"Hmph… K-keep going."
Even though her heart was pounding like she had just run a kilometer, Kazusa still tried to act nonchalant, crossing her arms over her ample chest and speaking as casually as possible.
That competitive spirit… No wonder she had won so many piano competitions before.
Chisato couldn't help but think.
But since Kazusa had demanded this, and he had already failed to convince her to stop, it seemed there was no other choice but to go all the way and bring this farce to an end.
It was embarrassing, but definitely not as embarrassing as what Kazusa must be feeling right now.
Chisato bent down, reached for the waistband, lifted one foot, then the other, and straightened up. With his hands behind his back, he stood tall, like a soldier awaiting inspection.
"There's nothing left to take off, Kazusa."
Technically, this wasn't entirely accurate—he was still wearing socks, which were technically clothing.
But by now, Kazusa was beyond noticing such details.
Because the moment she saw a part of the male body she had never seen before, her eyes shut tightly, and her body began trembling uncontrollably.
Watching her grit her teeth, as if mustering all her strength to resist something, Chisato glanced down at himself.
No wonder she was so startled.
Thanks to her earlier reckless, mischievous hands-on approach, she had unwittingly awakened the beast within him.
Now, with its morning rage surging, it was only natural that it had transformed from docile to something much more… intimidating.
So really, this wasn't his fault.
That being said, Kazusa looked unbelievably cute right now.
He had the overwhelming urge to bend down, wrap her in his arms, taste her quivering lips, and hear her let out soft, muffled whimpers against him…
But given the situation, the location, and the fact that her mother was just a few walls away, there was no way he could act on it.
So behave yourself, man. There will be plenty of chances in the future.
Chisato took a deep breath, suppressing the heat rising inside him, letting rationality regain control.
Kazusa, on the other hand, remained frozen, as if too shocked to process anything.
Chisato sighed silently.
Something like this should come naturally, developing through emotional buildup and the right romantic atmosphere. Forcing it like this was bound to backfire.
Give it a rest, Kazusa. Spare yourself, and spare me.
Because standing here, half-naked, with nothing happening, was really unfair to a certain part of his anatomy.
"Well, you've seen everything now. Your anger should be gone, right? Can I put my clothes back on?"
"…Wait! I-it's not enough yet!"
Kazusa answered firmly.
"Sigh…"
Chisato let out a speechless sigh, his expression akin to a bewildered cat.
"Kazusa, do I need to describe your current expression in detail before you'll finally face reality?"
You said that while lowering your head and shutting your eyes, completely avoiding eye contact. And yet, you're still trying to act tough by saying something like this?
Having a strong competitive spirit isn't a bad thing.
In fact, to some extent, it's a good trait because it pushes people to grow.
But in this situation, your reaction has long surpassed the realm of simple competitiveness—stubbornness would be the more fitting term.
"Kazusa…"
Just as Chisato slightly shook his head, unwilling to comply with Kazusa's demand, and bent down to pick up his clothes to put them back on, a pair of fair and delicate hands suddenly reached out, firmly grabbing his arm.
To his surprise, she exerted a considerable amount of force and pulled him down.
By the time Chisato registered what had happened, Kazusa's hands were pressed against both sides of his head.
She was leaning over him in a dominant position, her long hair cascading down and obscuring her face, making it impossible to see her expression.
Whoa, whoa, whoa—what the hell is this? This position is really bad…
Could you at least have a little more awareness of your own beauty?!
"I mean, Kazusa, this isn't exactly—"
"Chisato, you've already done it with them, haven't you?"
"…"
The hands Chisato had instinctively raised to push Kazusa off froze in mid-air before falling limply onto the bed.
"Yeah. With Eriri and Utaha… As for Hitori, we haven't gone that far yet."
He admitted it straightforwardly and even clarified the details—there was no reason to hide it.
More importantly… he no longer wanted to lie to Kazusa.
"Then, out of all of us, who did you fall for first?"
"It was you, Kazusa."
"…"
Upon hearing his answer, Kazusa's shoulders trembled slightly, and she let out a soft exhale that sounded almost like a quiet laugh.
"I know you probably won't believe me when I say this, but it really was you."
"The moment I realized I couldn't stop myself from watching you sleep, I knew—I had already fallen for you."
"You liked me first… yet you went and slept with the others before me?"
"…"
Chisato had no response. No matter how he looked at it, the reality of the situation was undeniably cruel to Kazusa.
Seeing his silence, Kazusa lifted a hand, brushing aside a strand of hair as she raised her gaze to meet his.
What Chisato saw was no longer the forceful and headstrong Kazusa from earlier, but a girl whose expression was filled with sadness, distant and fragile.
In those deep blue eyes, faint tears shimmered. Even her voice carried a subtle nasal tone as she spoke.
"Why won't you answer me?"
"Because I know… I'm an irredeemable bastard. What I did to you, Kazusa, is unforgivable. But even so, I can't imagine a future without you by my side."
Chisato reached out, gently wiping away a tear at the corner of her eye. With utmost sincerity, he continued,
"So… I'm sorry. No matter what happens, I just can't let go of you, Kazusa."
"If you can't forgive me, then I'll just keep trying—over and over again, until you do."
"Even if you choose to leave me, even if you go to another country, I'll still find a way to learn where you are and go to see you again."
Kazusa listened to his words, her lips curling into a faint, bittersweet smile. She loosened her grip and let her body fall against him.
Chisato felt her warm tears trickling down onto his chest, accompanied by the soft rhythm of her breath.
"…!"
The next moment, a sharp pain spread across his skin.
Kazusa had slowly parted her lips and found the spot just below his collarbone. Her teeth sank down, pressing against his skin.
The human bite force is surprisingly strong. Even for a woman, it can easily exceed twenty kilograms.
If she bit down without restraint, breaking the skin would be effortless.
She had ultimately followed her heart—she couldn't accept their relationship ending like this, but at the same time, she couldn't forgive Chisato for the deception and concealment from the very beginning.
So at the very least… she wanted to leave behind something that would make sure he never forgot.
Something to remind him of his mistake, something that would serve as a warning for both of them.
However, in the end, Kazusa just couldn't bring herself to be too harsh.
She hesitated, and instead of drawing blood, she merely left a faint row of teeth marks before pulling away, her heart aching too much to continue.
When she lifted her head again, her gaze met Chisato's. She said nothing this time, but her shoulders trembled ever so slightly.
This time, Chisato didn't remain passive. He shifted his position, closed the distance between them, and gently pressed his forehead against hers.
Kazusa looked up at him, her gaze deeply shaken. She reached out to push him away and struggled to move.
He let her vent her emotions, allowing her to repeatedly murmur "bastard" and "scoundrel" in a soft voice that carried no real malice.
Then, without hesitation, he pulled her into his arms again.
Holding her tightly, never letting go.
Kazusa's face grew even redder, and her breath came out in small, broken whimpers. Her resistance became almost nonexistent.
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