She Can Do It If She Tries!

During the lunch break, Takumi visited a certain empty classroom in the old school building that Kotori had designated.

Calling it an empty classroom was a bit of a misnomer; most of the space was piled high with spare desks and chairs, traffic cones, hazard rope, unnaturally filthy gym mats, damaged vaulting boxes, and numerous cardboard boxes, giving it the look of a storage room for disused equipment. There were plenty of spots to hide at a moment’s notice, making it an ideal location for secret conversations.

Incidentally, while the front door was locked, the back door was not.

Takumi marveled at how she even knew about a place like this.

Located far away not only from the main building but also from the store and cafeteria, the faint din of lunchtime felt as though it belonged to a physically distant world, and just as a self-deprecating smile escaped his lips, he heard the sliding door rattle open.

“S-Sorry to keep you waiting. Apologies, I’m late. It took some effort to sneak away.”

“No, not at all.”

Kotori was out of breath. She had likely run all the way here.

Even though he had waited, it was two or three minutes at most. Deciding it was nothing to mind, Takumi gave a dry smile and shook his head slightly.

Relief softened Kotori’s face, and she slowly slid her hands under both sides of her skirt.

“T-There isn’t much time, so please, do it quickly.”

“Wait, hold on, hold on, hold on!”

“Eh?”

Takumi hurriedly stopped Kotori, who had pulled her underwear down to her thighs in one swift motion.

Although he had come since she called him, Takumi had no intention of doing the routine.

He understood full well that Kotori was in trouble.

Yet doing this at school was something he felt strong resistance to.

As Kotori tilted her head in confusion, Takumi spoke to her persuasively.

“It’s not that I don’t want to help with the routine, but, well… you never know when someone might walk in here.”

“It’s okay. This place locks from the inside. Plus, there’s an unwritten rule that if it’s locked, it’s in use.”

“Is that so? You’re remarkably well-informed… Wait, no! Look, I don’t have condoms on me or anything.”

“I have them.”

“Why did you bring those to school?”

“I’ve been keeping them in my menstrual product pouch lately. My mom almost found them the other day.”

“Ugh…”

Every logical point Takumi raised about why doing the routine here was problematic was neatly dismantled one by one. Groaning internally, Takumi fell silent.

Kotori pulled out the condom she had prepared and handed it over, but noticing that he was unenthusiastic, her expression darkened and she muttered in a pitiful tone.

“P-Please, Takumi. If I stay like this, I can’t finish day duty…”

“That’s… but…”

“So, the routine. I’m a girl who can do it if I try!”

Saying so, Kotori laid her upper body across a handy desk and turned her buttocks toward him. It was her usual position for the routine.

Normally, Kotori would have won him over by this point, and Takumi would have retorted with a quip like, “What do you mean, ‘a girl who can do it if she tries’?”

“…”

“…Takumi?”

Even so, as Takumi remained standing still without taking action, Kotori looked back with a face on the verge of tears.

A sharp pang shot through Takumi’s chest. Reflexively taking hold of her hips, Kotori relaxed with a relieved smile.

But Takumi’s scowl only deepened.

He had no intention of being mean.

Truthfully, seeing Kotori try so hard made him want to help her.

He had already made up his mind.

Yet Takumi simply could not fulfill Kotori’s request, letting out a single pathetic sigh.

And in a stiff, tight voice, he whispered the reason.

“Sorry, I’m too nervous here… I don’t think I can get hard…”

“…………………Huh?”

Kotori’s silly, dumbfounded voice echoed through the empty classroom.