As their lips slowly parted, strands of crystal saliva formed between them, like an invisible bond that tightly connected their bodies and minds, as if they sensed the merging of their very souls.
"Asakura-kun, today's kiss feels different from the previous ones. There's a fresh and pleasant scent that makes me feel so comfortable."
Sekai Saionji spoke dreamily, the strand of saliva gently breaking and falling like a crystal bead. This allowed Asakura to roughly understand the special effect of the [Fresh] ability.
"...Sekai, it's fine as long as you like it. Do you feel less nervous this time?"
"Although I'm still very nervous, I feel much more relaxed because of Asakura-kun. If I practice a few more times, I believe I should be able to face Makoto Itou-san normally."
Sekai Saionji spoke with a smile that even she seemed to doubt, her true desire being to kiss him more and stay close to him forever.
Her affectionate eyes sent a silent invitation. They breathed warm air onto each other, and their warm, heated lips pressed tightly together again, silently conveying their intense emotions.
...
A pair of bright moons rested on her chest, round like Forbidden City grapes and as luminous as jasper.
Responding to the girl's silent plea, Asakura had to remove her clothing himself, using his unique method to ease her stress and tension. Her cute feet sometimes stretched and sometimes relaxed with the rhythm of the massage. The girl's soft moans, like a gentle melody, added a touch of spring to the classroom.
"Thank... you... Asakura-kun... for your guidance today. I've gained... so much."
Sekai Saionji thanked him while nibbling on some cooling food, while Asakura sat upright on a chair, enjoying the enthusiastic response from the after-school girl.
"...Glad I could help you, Sekai."
"Actually... I have another... perhaps unreasonable request, which is to ask... Asakura-kun to help me... take the step towards adulthood..."
"If I take this step, I'll probably be able to successfully confess my love to Makoto Itou. Woo~woo."
Asakura was so taken aback by the stark contrast that he felt an immediate and powerful urge, a surge towards the entrance of the endless abyss, but finally put down his "weapon" helplessly.
"...Ahem, Sekai, are you serious?"
Sekai Saionji, who was sipping a cooling drink, nodded seriously in response, her face flushed and her brows lowered in shyness.
"I know this request is a bit strange, but if I don't practice the final step well, I might not be able to give Itou Makoto a good experience next time. I don't want to have any regrets like this."
Her words were so earnest that Asakura had no intention of refusing. In love, there is no obligation, and everyone gives willingly. He would definitely help her.
...
After confirming that her mother, Saionji Yuko, would not be coming home tonight, Saionji Sekai made arrangements with the boy to go to her house after school to complete her coming-of-age ceremony. Before that, she had to return to the classroom to pack her things.
The girl, with the sweetest smile he had ever seen, happily returned to her seat and packed her belongings to go home. Makoto Itou nervously invited her to walk home together after school. Having finally acknowledged his feelings, he had realized that they took the same tram to school every day.
"Good afternoon, Saionji-san. Would you like to walk home together after school today?"
Saionji Sekai's politeness gave him a false sense of hope. His classmates were whispering about why she was so close to him, someone they considered insignificant. Everyone's malicious speculations tormented his heart. The smiles and frowns that kept replaying in his mind fueled fantasies he shouldn't have entertained.
"No, I already have an appointment, Mata."
As if not a moment was worth staying for him, the girl ran happily and hurriedly towards the handsome boy outside the door, pressing her breasts against him without any hesitation, but the bright smile on her face never once turned towards him.
Makoto Itou's heart shattered. He couldn't believe what he saw. The man named Ryo Asakura had ruined his life and was now trying to steal his hope. He was angry and scared, weak and powerless. Unable to change anything, he followed the two in a daze.
...
Passing by a convenience store on the street, Asakura went in to buy some safety measures. After all, they were still high school students, and if something unexpected happened, it wouldn't be a good thing for either of them.
The young man had no grand illusions, but his pockets were full of Jissbon.
When Makoto Itou saw the package in the boy's hand, he seemed to hear the raindrops falling on the green grass, the helpless and furious crying, and saw them walking away.
...
In Saionji's house, the light in the kitchen was soft, and the breeze outside the window gently brushed the curtains, bringing a hint of fresh air.
Asakura tied on an apron and took out fresh ingredients from the refrigerator, a piece of tender pork, a few green peppers, and half a bag of crystal-clear rice.
He washed the rice and put it into the rice cooker to steam. He cut the pork into small, even pieces and the green pepper into thin strips. He heated the pan with cold oil, poured them in together, and stir-fried until they changed color evenly and released an enticing aroma.
Soon, the fried green peppers and pork were placed on the table alongside the steamed rice, accompanied by some simple cooked food bought from the convenience store. A simple dinner was ready.
Perhaps because she had never experienced such a warm moment, Sekai Saionji looked at the boy with moist eyes. He thought for a moment, then gently kissed her white forehead and wiped away her tears.
"Sekai is ready to move forward."
"Yeah! Arigato, Asakura-kun."
The happiness and warmth that made her cry with joy lingered in her heart. Is this the feeling of home? It's truly wonderful to be able to like him.
...
As night fell, the lights of the house seemed particularly warm in the darkness. After dinner, the kitchen was filled with used dishes. The faucet turned gently, and the warm water washed over his hands, carrying a faint scent of soap. The foam rose quickly, like small white clouds.
Asakura picked up the dishes and wiped them gently, removing food residue and grease stains, stopping occasionally.
Because there was a girl hugging him tightly from behind. The sponge was soft and elastic, and her warm and reassuring presence made him unwilling to let go. Her thoughts also drifted gently with the water flow, and the most important moment was approaching little by little. After cleaning up, the two of them bathed and cleansed their bodies silently, and then entered the dark bedroom.
In the darkness, Asakura heard her slightly rapid breathing and heartbeat, like a gentle nocturne, telling the girl's thoughts.
"Is Sekai really ready for this?"
Her delicate skin pressed against his, her slender arms wrapped around his neck, and she offered her tender red lips. She declared her determination with silent actions, and finally whispered in his ear,
"Take me, Asakura-kun."
Without any hesitation, he picked up his "gun" and mounted his "horse," and a red flower was dyed with the white moonlight, enchanting and gorgeous.
Gently pluck, twist, rub, and pick, the big strings chirped like heavy rain, the small strings twitched like whispers. The chirps, twitches, and plucking mingled together, like big and small pearls falling onto a jade plate.
The young man was full of vigor and handled things with ease, while the young girl was in her prime and beautiful beyond words.
A satisfied sigh and an inaudible confession of love were heard in the darkness. "I love you, Asakura-kun."