Beep - beep - beep
A hand shot out from under the covers and slammed the alarm. Yusuke rolled out of bed with a groan, half his eyes still shut. He dragged himself to the bathroom, splashed water on his face, and shoved his toothbrush in his mouth. When he glanced in the mirror, he winced. "Fuck, my back's killing me."
Yesterday, that crazy chick drained him dry...literally!
She didn't stop until all that came out was basically water. He thought sleeping with a virgin like her would mean she'd be begging for mercy in less than thirty minutes. Instead, he was the one tapping out.
"Chicks these days are scary…" he muttered, wiping his face with a towel.
On the way to the kitchen, he passed the living room and froze.
The place had been a total battlefield last night. Clothes flung everywhere, on the TV, the sofa, even the damn ceiling fan. The table was flipped, and love juice was smeared on everything. Aika came so much that it actually shocked him. He had never seen a girl orgasm like that. Not in real life. Not even in the weirdest porn.
He figured maybe girls in this world were just built differently.
Hentai logic or something.
But right now...The living room sparkled. The floor was shiny. Not a single piece of clothing in sight. No gross fluids, no smell, not even a stain. On the table, three dishes sat neatly, each one covered in plastic wrap. He blinked, walked over, and saw a note.
**Good morning, sleepyhead~! ♡**
I cleaned everything up before I left, aren't I the best? The place was a total mess after last night… hehe~ 🍆 💦
You better eat the food I made, okay? It's on the table, all covered and warm-ish (probably).
Anyway! I had to head out early or I'd miss morning class 🥺.
Hurry up and come to school too! 🤩
P.S. About your shirt... I kind of ruined it, so I tossed it. Totally an accident!! But don't worry, I'll get you a new one~!
—Aika 💕
"She's an oddball… but still cute," Yusuke muttered, staring at the table. "Never had a woman cook for me before."
He stood there for a long moment. A strange feeling stirred in his chest, one he couldn't quite place. But he quickly shook his head.
"Don't get your hopes up, idiot."
He sat down, picked up the chopsticks, and started eating.
"Sniff, sniff… Huh? Why am I sniffing?" Yusuke rubbed his nose. "Probably caught a cold yesterday… yeah, that's it."
He ate slowly. With each bite, the warmth of the food spread through him. His nose grew stuffy, his eyes a little blurry. He looked up at the ceiling.
For the first time in both lives, Yusuke had tasted food this delicious...
...
'Sigh, why am I going to school again? Probably because of the hot chicks.' Yusuke yawned as he walked, still sleep-deprived from the intense 'exercises' last night. How did Aika wake up earlier, clean up, cook, and even leave already?
She can't have skipped sleep completely last night, right?
'Nah, impossible. No woman would do that.'
Suddenly, Yusuke felt a cold chill down his spine, like an apex predator was watching him. But just as quickly, the feeling vanished, replaced by the gentle, familiar voice of the kind girl calling out, "Yu-kun!"
"You look tired. Did you spend the whole night playing video games?" Murayama asked, tapping his shoulder.
'What the hell was that feeling just now?' Yusuke said casually, nodding his head, "Yeah, I did 'play' until late last night."
"Oh, is that so?" Murayama narrowed her eyes, then flashed a gentle smile.
Along the way, Murayama didn't speak much, which made Yusuke feel a little strange since she was usually way too talkative and enthusiastic. Still, he shrugged it off, it wasn't his problem. Maybe she had some issues on her mind, or maybe it was just one of those days that came every month.
When they reached the school gate, the silent Murayama suddenly asked, "Yu-kun, are you free after school?"
"After school?" Yusuke thought for a moment. He didn't have anything important planned; maybe he could hang out with Aika, but if she asked him to do it again, his body might not hold up.
Better to avoid her today.
Wait.. what was he even thinking!? Who knew if she'd ignore him today? Maybe she was just curious about sex and used him; now that she got what she wanted, her interest might fade.
Yusuke replied, "No, why?"
"Can you go with me to my place? I want to show you something," Murayama hesitated as she spoke, then added hurriedly, "It's something important."
'Going to her place?' Yusuke thought for a moment before agreeing. "Alright."
"Thank you!" Murayama exclaimed happily, and from excitement, she grabbed his shoulder and shook it hard.
...
School was still painfully boring, just sitting through classes, dozing off, or playing with his phone. The only thing that made it bearable was the hot English teacher.
Tic!
Yusuke was resting his head on the desk, trying to catch some sleep, when suddenly something hit him. He turned around to see what it was, a crumpled piece of paper. His eyes met Aika's, who was smiling and pointing at the paper.
He unfolded the paper.
'Let's meet on the roof~.'
Yusuke tried to keep a straight face, crumpled the paper back up, and stuffed it into his pocket.
Once the break came, Yusuke left the classroom and headed to the rooftop. As he walked, he got this weird feeling that someone was following him. Suddenly, he stopped and spun around. "Why am I getting paranoid? Who would even follow me?" Scratching the back of his head, he shook it off and kept walking.
Once Yusuke was out of sight, Murayama's head slowly peeked from the classroom door. Her face stayed blank, her eyes empty and distant.
"Yu-sama!" As soon as he stepped onto the roof, Aika jumped on him, clinging like an octopus.
"Ahn~"
Yusuke quickly caught her, but as he did, his hands landed on her cute butt, making her moan softly, "Stop calling me Yu-sama—"
Before he could speak, Aika's lips pressed against his, sealing his words. She latched on greedily, her tongue probing every corner of his mouth before diving in to attack his tongue. Her moves were clumsy but aggressive. Yusuke, with more experience, quickly took control, and soon she softened, receiving his advances passively. All she could do was suck on him, and suck she did, her throat moving as she swallowed his saliva. Her eyes rolled back, and her body trembled intensely.
Suddenly, Yusuke felt his shirt getting wet. He broke the kiss quickly and pushed her away. Looking down, he realized this crazy chick had squirted on him again!
This wasn't the first time she did this. Last time, he'd only kissed her, and she squirted gallons! Just a light touch on her clit, and she exploded even more! Yusuke was starting to get seriously worried about this girl's hydration. Would she actually die from dehydration if she kept squirting like this?
"Are you stupid? How am I supposed to attend classes like this?" Yusuke tried to wipe the squirt off his shirt.
"Yusuke's kiss tastes so good, I couldn't control myself, tee hee~" Aika's face, already red, turned even redder when he scolded her. She stuck out her tongue and tilted her head cutely.
"..." Yusuke facepalmed.
...
After school, Aika wanted to go to his place. Yusuke handed her the keys to his apartment and told her to wait there, then left with Murayama.
"Yu-kun!" Not far from the kendo club, Murayama, back in her school uniform, waved happily when she spotted him and jogged over. "Did you wait long?"
"I only waited five minutes," Yusuke said, shaking his head as he walked beside her. He didn't have to wait at all. He had been busy making out with Aika the whole time. If he hadn't stopped her, maybe they would have already fucked by now.
"Is that so?" Murayama kept her smile, but her eyes looked more and more vacant. Yusuke didn't notice, he was still thinking about Aika, the cute, perverted girl.
Murayama's house was a modest traditional Japanese home with a tiled roof, wooden walls, and paper sliding doors. The exterior was clean but aged, with a narrow veranda running along the side. A small stone path led to the entrance, and a simple wooden gate stood at the front.
"Come in," Murayama said, handing him a pair of slippers.
"Sorry for the intrusion," Yusuke said. He wasn't used to the Japanese manners yet, but he had to get used to them since he was living here now. He bent down to change his shoes.
Buzz.
Suddenly, Yusuke felt an intense pain! A hot, stabbing, cramping sensation was spreading across his back!
Thud!
Yusuke's strength gave out, and he collapsed onto his back, hitting the ground hard. He lifted his head and saw the culprit's face.
The sun had just set, casting a long shadow over Murayama's features, revealing a paranoid and morbid expression beneath the darkness.
"Why?" he barely managed to whisper, his mouth barely opening.
"Why!? Why!? Why!? Didn't you say we would be together? So why are you with another girl, Yu-kun?" The girl's voice trembled with emotion, her face twisted in madness. A few drops of hot, crystal-clear tears landed on his face, as if trying to hold on to the fading warmth of his body.
'What the fuck are you talking about? When did I ever say that?!'
'I only said we'd be together as classmates next year!'
'And it wasn't just to you, I said it to everyone, fuck!'
"You promised me... You promised me... You promised me..." Her grip tightened, and she plunged the electric baton into Yusuke's chest. The faint crackle of electricity flowing through his muscles buzzed close to his ears. "Liar!"
"cough…"
Yusuke opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but his vocal cords were paralyzed and stuck in his throat, making it difficult for him to utter even simple syllables.
...
Back at Yusuke's apartment, Aika had thrown her clothes aside and slipped into one of his shirts. She curled up on his bed, hugging his pillow tightly. Glancing at the clock, she frowned, two hours had already passed since their appointment. "Yu-kun, where did you go?" she murmured.