"By the way… I've been wondering since earlier, Kawasaki, are you alright?"
Sayuri, noticing Kawasaki's increasingly odd behavior, especially her hand suddenly covering her mouth, couldn't help but question her.
Her words jolted Kawasaki, who realized she hadn't been exposed yet. But the problem was…
That jerk… Pull out already!
Her nerves were tauter than a bowstring, yet behind the wall, Kagura still gripped her waist, relentlessly pumping thick, viscous semen into her.
Finally, Sayuri's voice reached Kagura, triggering a mental alarm. Buzz! He'd been so caught up with Kawasaki, he nearly forgot Sayuri had assigned her to clean the study.
"I'm… f-fine…"
Kawasaki, face flushed, waved dismissively, stealing a glance back. But the wall remained just a wall—she had no x-ray vision to see through it.
"Hmm? Is someone up to mischief in the library?" Sayuri winked playfully, grasping the doorknob.
Kagura vaguely heard her. Having nearly finished, he carefully withdrew, swiftly crouching to grab Kawasaki's panties. Lifting her left leg, he forced them back on, yanked them up to her hips, and smoothed her skirt down. A quick cleaning spell tidied her legs and the floor, and then—
Click…
Sayuri pushed the door open. "Oh my~~~?"
She scanned the room, disappointed, then closed her eyes, sniffing. "Fufu."
No scent of semen or intimate mingling.
Outside, Kawasaki's face was ashen, too terrified to speak.
"No one's here…" Sayuri squinted, shutting the door. Kawasaki's eyes widened in disbelief, then she forced a strained normalcy. Sayuri gestured a "shush," waited ten seconds, and SLAM! flung the door open again.
Still empty—well, half-empty, with Kawasaki's lower half. "Tch, pity…" Sayuri's disappointment was palpable, and Kawasaki, seeing it, screamed inwardly: No one? Impossible… Is she pretending not to notice? Or did Zeamura hide somewhere?
She'd cleaned the library herself—nowhere to hide in that cramped, book-filled space!
Unless he was dangling outside the window, there was no explanation.
Damn it… He better not fall… Not that I like him or worry, but… after what he did, he's got to take responsibility.
Her tension eased slightly, replaced by shy embarrassment, mirroring the warm, heavy sensation in her bowels, where sticky fluid slowly seeped from her backdoor. Her cheeks burned, as if her cheekbones might melt.
"Hmm… If no one's here, how'll you get out, Kawasaki?"
"I… Madam Yuriko, could you think of something?"
Surely this experienced head maid has a better plan than Zeamura… Wait, what was his plan? He didn't say—just went straight to lewd stuff, that pervert idiot!
Kawasaki called Sayuri "Madam Yuriko" not because she knew her true identity, but because Sayuri, older and akin to a head maid or butler, commanded respect among the maids, so Kawasaki followed suit.
"True…" Sayuri tapped her lip, musing. A lightbulb sparked. Pointing upward, she grinned mischievously. "How about I call Young Master Kagura? If he stands behind you, tickling or pranking, you'll feel such urgency you'll wriggle free!"
"???"
Kawasaki's mind reeled, inwardly cursing: Zeamura, your family's full of lunatics!
"How's that sound?" Sayuri's cheeks flushed as she fantasized, clutching her face, cooing, "Ah~ ah~ Young Master Kagura would love it. Oh, if I were stuck and he got beastly desires for me, what then?"
"I… I'll figure it out myself… Thank you for your kindness… Heh, heh…" Kawasaki's lips twitched, her expression lifeless.
"Really? I'll take my leave then. You've got the walkie-talkie on your chest—if you're truly stuck, call Young Master Kagura~"
Sayuri's face snapped to calm professionalism, sleeves swishing as she sauntered toward the screen.
Kawasaki sensed something off in her gait. Despite Sayuri's trousered butler outfit, her movements evoked a kimono-clad woman leisurely swinging a handbag—an odd mismatch.
Or rather, Kawasaki felt Sayuri suited a kimono better than a butler's garb—and her small chest was perfect for it!
Soon, Sayuri left the study, returning to Kagura's room. Kagura hadn't been in the library but in the study's bedroom.
Anticipating Sayuri's intrusion, he'd used his "Item Possession" tool, merging with a hefty book.
Saying "Prank's over," he gained wall-phasing, slipped through to the bedroom, and watched Sayuri leave. Now, back in the library, he repeated, "Prank's over!"
His form restored.
He waited over a minute, ensuring Sayuri wouldn't double back, before opening the door.
He met Kawasaki's tearful, resentful gaze. "…Hmph!"
She bit her lip, turning away.
"Uh…" Kneeling on one knee, he took her left hand, rubbing it apologetically. "Sorry, I got carried away."
"How didn't you fall to your death?"
"Cough… What?"
Though she dropped honorifics, after their intimacy, he couldn't correct her.
"W-Weren't you hanging outside the balcony? How didn't you fall?"
"Hahaha… Thanks to your blessings, Kawasaki."
"I'd never bless someone like you… Never have." She muttered, side-eyeing, then whispered, "Anyway… You're fine, that's good."
"Oh? Worried about me? Your eyes are red from crying." Her question made her wipe her tears, blushing as she glared. "N-No way! Why'd I worry about a jerk like you…?"
"Not at all?"
"…"
Silence.
"Not even a bit?"
"Ugh…"
She mumbled, lips pursed, head lowered.
"Tch… That's a shame. Sorry for acting like a beast… Maybe I should turn myself in?"
He moved to release her hand.
"No…" She gripped him back, sweaty palms rubbing his. "A… a little, okay…"
"Hm? What?!"
"I said I was a little worried!" Furious, she snapped, "Turn yourself in? Are you an idiot?! I didn't call you a rapist…"
"Uh… But you're thinking it?" He locked eyes with her.
"W-Well… I'm still a virgin…" She averted her gaze, poking her index fingers together. "And I didn't clearly say no before… Being stuck with my rear out, tempting you, that's partly my fault. I'll let it slide this time… I'm not thinking you're a rapist, and I won't quit. Relax."
She forced a faint smile. "So, one more round?"
SLAP—! Hearing this, she smacked his face, blushing furiously. "Seriously, what're you thinking, idiot?! Get me out first!"
"…Ouch!" He rubbed his swollen cheek, wincing, but grinned cheekily. "After making you climax multiple times, this is my thanks?"
"You filled my belly with semen without asking—what right do you have to complain?"
She shook her stinging hand, huffing. "Cough… Next time, I'll use a condom?"
"That's not the issue!"
"So, no condom's fine?"
"That's not what I mean…" Her expression calmed, and she stared earnestly. "I got carried away too, so I'll forgive you this once. I won't blackmail you, but if you think I'll be your fling or prostitute, you're delusional. Poor girls have their pride!"
"Then…" His face turned serious. Holding her left hand, he kissed its back gently. "Will you marry me? This year."
"Wha—?!"
She froze, clapping her right hand over her mouth.
But her shy flutter soon morphed into indignant fury. Another slap landed. "You think joking with such nonsense will make me let you have me?"
"…Ouch, again?" He rubbed his swollen cheek, grumbling, "I'm not joking."
"Huh—?!"
Now Kawasaki was stunned.
He explained his unseen fiancée.
At "My parents arranged a fiancée," she slapped his right cheek, cursing, "You have a fiancée and did this? Calling you scum is too kind!"
But after his full explanation, she fell silent.
Really… Marry him? The piano prince of Chiba, future duke, world-class pianist, ultra-rich… Me, a commoner's daughter, good only at housework—can I really?
"So, if you're willing, we could register in August."
"…" After long thought, she gripped his hand tightly, took deep breaths, and said, "Sorry… I can't be your bride."
"…Huh?! Why?" Kagura was dumbfounded.
Was his charm that lacking? Ai couldn't marry due to status, but Kawasaki too?
"Do I need to spell it out? I don't deserve you! You need to hear it explicitly?"
"What century is this? Still hung up on that?"
"You don't care, but I do. Stop talking and get me out."
"Really won't marry me?"
"I'm incredibly tempted, but maybe it's just the emotions from what happened. We barely know each other, and your proposal feels insincere. So, I refuse!"
"Sigh…"
He hung his head, shaking it dejectedly.
Seeing his disappointment, she patted his shoulder. "Don't… don't be like that. I'm not worthy, but someone will be. Or forget today and marry your fiancée. That's fine, right?"
"Forget this? Can you?"
"I…"
She turned away.
Forget? I'll remember it forever… In my youth, with the most unlikely person, doing the most unlikely thing… Hahaha, then proposed to on one knee? What outdated, cliché shoujo manga is this? It's real?!
"Sorry… for troubling you."
He stood, awkwardly adjusting his collar.
"It's fine…" She pressed his leg, hesitating, then said, "Hey…"
"Hm?"
"Want… another round?"
"…?"
"I-I mean, it's my first proposal. Letting you go like this feels wrong, like I owe you. I hate that feeling, so… you want to, right? One more time, and we're even."
He lowered his head, voice grim. "I don't sleep with women for pity."
"Then… what do you want?! Marriage is off the table, now and forever!" She glared, impatient.
"Forever, huh… You really hate me." He gave a self-mocking smile. Seeing his expression, she tugged his shirt worriedly. "Hey… You're the piano prince, future duke. One rejection shouldn't crush you!"
"You must despise me, right?"
"Stop assuming! I never said that."
"Then what do you think of me?"
"Why ask a girl that outright? Shouldn't you say first?"
She blushed briefly, counterattacking.
"Me… I don't dislike girls like you. Specifically you… I quite like you."
"Hmph… Player talk."
Though she scoffed, her cheeks reddened. "Cough… I've confessed. Your turn."
"I don't know how long that 'like' of yours lasts."
"Uh… Depends on your performance?"
"What? Obey you blindly?" She glared.
"No, no…" He waved hastily. "I mean I like you, but what if you date another guy? Or do that with someone else…"
"Idiot! Are you stupid?! No way!"
Understanding him, she yanked his clothes, flustered. "So you mean…"
"Let me be clear!" She cut off his inference, staring intently, enunciating, "Don't lump me with those caked-up, loose women. After you did that, I don't want another man touching me in this lifetime. So, can you take some responsibility?"
"Oh—!" He grabbed her wrist, indignant. "Then why not marry me?"
"M-Marriage… still no…" Her bravado faltered, gaze dodging. "I mean… don't just play with me. Treat me seriously. If you like me, like me to the end, okay?"
What am I saying…? That's mistress talk! He has a fiancée, and you, with your big rear, tempted him, made him do that, then fished for commitment. You're despicable, Kawasaki.
"You…" He laughed, exasperated, body shaking with resentment. "Why settle for being a side piece instead of marrying?"
Her face reddened, and after seconds, she snapped, "S-Shut up! Don't judge my life!"
"That expression's adorable."
"Ugh—" She covered her mouth, then waved her fist, warning, "Don't say dumb stuff while your seed's still gurgling in my belly! Get me out!"
"Not 'your seed,'" He crouched, gently lifting her chin, kissing her lips softly. "It's 'Young Master Kagura's precious semen,' right?"
Her eyes blackened, and after a pause, she muttered, "Read too many hentai comics?"
"Who's the manga-obsessed fool flashing her chest to apologize?!"
"T-That—" Caught, she stammered, "T-That's different… I won't say it… Idiot…"
"Show respect in public."
He leaned in for another kiss.
"Got it…" She waved impatiently, blushing. "So, Young Master Kagura, can you get me out?"
"Nice. One more kiss~"
Slap~ She smacked him, finally fed up, clenching her fist. "You jerk, enough already…!"
"…Ouch!" He stood awkwardly. Seeing his flushed face, she pointed, laughing, then covered her mouth, smiling softly. "Want a kiss? Free me first."
"Tch, pity. You look so erotic stuck in the wall."
"…I didn't choose to get stuck… You won't believe me now, right?" She sighed, palming her forehead.
He grinned, saying nothing, and entered the library, summoning the system. "System, how do I get her out?"
"Push against her rear, hold her waist, and pull slowly. Once she's out, say 'Random Hole, Close!' The hole will heal unnoticed."
"Got it. End service."
He dismissed the system, positioned himself behind her, pressed against her rear, and gripped her waist.
"…Hopeless pervert."
Thinking he wanted another round, she braced herself, eyes closed.
Which hole this time… Front? Or back…? Knowing his audacity, probably front… Will it hurt?
But he didn't do anything lewd—just pulled her out steadily. Kawasaki, realizing her mistake, screamed inwardly in embarrassment.
Inch by inch, he freed her, then silently said, Random Hole, Close! The hole, still perfectly fitted to her waist, lingered, but she paid it no mind.
Finally free, she glanced at her palms, then his face, lowering her head to adjust her skirt. "Sorry… Got a bit heated."
"Me too… Got carried away." He bowed sincerely.
"Forget it, get up…"
She helped him up. They locked eyes, drawing closer, lips meeting naturally.
He clasped her hands, fingers interlocked, pressing her back against a bookshelf, kissing passionately.
9:00 PM, Miko's House
Plop…
A water droplet from the showerhead fell into the narrow bathtub, steam rising. Miko's body relaxed, curled in the tub, head tilted back, hair tied in a bun and wrapped in a towel. Eyes closed, she slowly splashed 43°C water over her chest and collarbone.
Bath's so comfy… After a tiring day, a soak's the best… She mused silently.
Her mind replayed the day, drifting to the private-room buffet barbecue, that chair, that cup of water…
"No, no!"
She slapped her cheeks, shaking her head to clear her thoughts.
What am I thinking?! Stupid Miko! You've awakened some crazy fetish!
She stood, trembling, gripping the tub's edge.
Just Kagura writing on her hand made her climax, and now, merely recalling it, she felt wet.
Embarrassed, she wiped her smooth, hairless private area.
She'd had hair until two years ago, before high school, when her family was financially stable. Her mother took her for laser hair removal, costing over 500,000 yen, leaving her entirely smooth, like a little girl.
Miko hadn't wanted her lower area done, but her mother insisted, and she complied. Months later, her father's accident tanked their finances. Had she mentioned hair removal now, her mother would think her mad. Though her bare state was embarrassing, she was glad she'd done it early.
"Yep, wet… So shameless…"
She smeared the trace of fluid on her thigh, covering her face, whimpering. Soon, she stepped out, dried off, and donned pale teal pajamas and pants, draping a thick pink-white towel over her shoulders to keep her wet hair from soaking her back.
Unless rushing out, she air-dried her hair.
After tidying up, she opened the bathroom door to find her fifth-grade brother, Kyosuke.
"Oh… Sis," he eyed her, suspicious of her retreating figure. "Something good happen today?"
Her body stiffened. She turned mechanically, awkward. "W-What?"
"These past two weeks, you've been out of it, but today… you seem way more spirited!"
"Really…?"
She glanced at her hands, blinking dazedly.
"Totally!" Kyosuke gave a thumbs-up. "So, what's the good news?"
"Uh… Well… Kinda…" Her eyes drifted left.
"Hm? Spill it!"
About to enter the bathroom to shower, he grabbed her.
"Nothing big… Just ate with a super handsome, rich, high-status young master."
"Oh?! Your crush?!"
"No—way!" She smacked his forehead, pushing him, expressionless. "You know him, Kyosuke. Zeamura Spencer Kagura."
"What?! Him—?!" His eyes widened, mouth twisting as he stepped back, sizing her up. "Heh, Sis, you're a bit short of being his girlfriend… Face might pass, but your figure needs two more tiers, ouch—!"
She grabbed and pinched his cheeks.
"Don't judge a girl's body or looks, even if I'm your sister! Shut it!" Pushing him away, she flicked her hair, heading to her room. "I know I don't measure up without you saying."
"Ouch… So harsh to your own brother?"
"Exactly because you're my brother."
She glanced back, mimicking a cheek-pinch threateningly.
"Wah—" He ducked behind the sofa, then asked, "So, you asked him out today?"
"Not a date… He helped me pick something, so I treated him. I invited him… Why so nosy? Homework done?"
Her tone sharpened.
"Finished ages ago!" He stood, hands behind head, cheekily. "Not watching horror shows with me?"
"…Not tonight. Sleeping."
"What? It's barely past nine! It's Saturday!"
"Sleeping…"
Yawning, she trudged upstairs.
"Oh… Okay," Kyosuke waved at her back. "Night, Sis."
"Night. And don't barge into my room, got it?"
She mumbled mid-yawn. "OK!"
He saluted below.
In her room, drowsiness vanished. She locked the door, hurried to the window, and yanked the curtains shut, adjusting them tightly.
"Ah…"
She flopped onto her bed, right arm over her face, one foot still on the floor, an unladylike sprawl.
"Inviting Zeamura this morning was the best… Only 7,000 yen to solve it… Thought it'd cost tens of thousands."
Thinking of her empty wallet, she teared up. "Whatever, sleep."
She pulled her feet up, slipped under the covers, and switched off the LED ceiling light with the remote.
The room plunged into darkness, but soon, blue light glowed near her pillow—yes, Miko had a pre-sleep phone habit.
Opening LINE, she tapped Kagura's chat. Clamping a blanket between her thighs, she pondered, "What to say… Forgot to thank him after getting home. Is it awkward now?"
"Thanks… You helped a ton today… Zeamura's so approachable, it's great…" She typed, sent it, and waited.
Half a minute, no reply, not even "read." Recalling his hours-late responses, she relaxed, turned off the screen, and stared at her fingers in the dark, thinking of Kagura's hands. Soon, she was licking her fingers.
"…Can't help it… One treat for myself. Today was tough." Blushing, she closed her eyes.
Imagining her hand as Kagura's, though their finger length and roughness differed vastly, it sufficed.
Deep down, she knew she'd bathed early and retreated to her room for this.
"Zeamura's hands… Ugh, ugh… You can't toy with a girl's tongue like that… Hateful…" She writhed, legs sliding against the blanket.
Soon, she ditched the blanket, clamping her thighs, using muscle to squeeze her shameless slit and the bud that had shamelessly perked up in the bath.
Her legs curled, licking her left hand while her right slipped between her thighs. Without digging, just pressed flat through thin pajamas and panties, she squeezed her wetting petals, palm edge pressing her bud, lifting slightly, then repeating.
"Zeamura… Groping a girl's thighs isn't gentlemanly… E-Even if you helped me today… Ha… ha… Doing this suddenly…"
Imagining his hand between her legs, her left hand, no longer licking, slid to her chest.
Without slipping under her clothes, just pinching her erect nipple through her pajamas sent shivers through her.
"Really… Zeamura, now touching my chest… Have some decorum… Ugh…"
Nearing climax, her body stiffened. She clamped her written-on hand, palm edge crushing her swollen bud, left hand pressing her right breast, curling like a trembling shrimp.
Amid erratic spasms, sticky fluid soaked her panties, seeping from her rear, wetting her pajamas, nearly the bed.
Per modern medicine, women release 50–300 ml of fluid post-climax, normal but inconvenient for bed-based self-pleasure.
As her climax subsided, she stood, stripping off her panties and pajamas. The nearby mirror reflected her smooth lower half, embarrassing her, especially the fine, transparent threads dripping between her legs—her own creation.
"Ugh… So bad, so bad…"
She covered her private area, glancing at her flushed face in the mirror, then shuffled to a blind spot by her desk.
Her hand brushed the desk's rounded corner, chosen for safety years ago. Now, its smooth, sanded wood felt distinct.
"It's… okay, right…?"
Sliding left, she pressed her nearly pigment-free mound against the corner.
Her height meant it only touched her bud's tip, the camel toe's peak. To rub lower, she'd need to tiptoe.
"…This pose is so shameful."
Hands on the desk's edge, she tiptoed, leaning forward, pressing her soft private area against the corner. "Ouch… It's pressing my bud… Ugh…"
She bit her lip, lifting to rub forward, settling onto the corner.
She'd thought herself somewhat frigid compared to her friend Yui, self-pleasuring rarely, once or twice monthly, sometimes forgetting entirely. When Yui teased her for lying about it, she was honest.
But today, she couldn't resist. Thoughts of Kagura's hands and his writing on hers made her itch, leading her to straddle the desk corner.
"How do I even do this…?"
She tried rubbing side to side, but it only hurt, offering little pleasure. Pain as pleasure? Maybe, but not self-inflicted.
If someone else caused the pain, it might count.
From below, her slit would be fully visible.
Miko found her private area unremarkable. Closed legs sealed it tight, but spread, it parted like a mussel with a pearl at the top. Her shallow petals felt nearly nonexistent, hugging the lips closely, lacking deep curves. Their edges were round, smooth, and pink, vibrant when aroused, like a lip-glossed maiden's mouth.
The pearl atop barely peeked out, but its hidden bulk was large, especially when excited, mortifying her in the mirror.
"Ugh… I don't get it… First time with a desk corner…"
Biting her thin lower lip, she tried rubbing up and down instead.