Uniform Still On, From Behind

Kotori threw her upper body onto the adjacent bed, burying her face as if hugging a cushion, and turned her rear toward him. It was her usual posture.

Then, moving her hips impatiently, she swayed her short skirt. What was inside was now completely defenseless. None other than she herself had eliminated the final defense.

It was almost as if she were inviting him. In fact, that kind of thing was precisely what was being requested of him.

His heart began to beat violently enough to hurt. He could feel the blood rushing to his head. The sensation of his reason being eroded by Kotori.

Takumi murmured jokingly to hide his dizzy consciousness.

“As always, your underwear lacks any charm.”

“!? Don’t… don’t look over there…”

“Unlike before, your school skirt is short, and it looks like it’s almost visible at school sometimes, so you’d better be careful.”

“I-It’s fine, don’t worry about that right now!”

Teased, Kotori raised her face from the cushion and glared at him while blushing all the way to her ears.

Takumi lightly raised both hands as if apologizing.

“Where’s the condom?”

“The usual spot. The top drawer of the desk.”

Equipping the contraceptive with quick, practiced hands, Takumi moved behind Kotori and grabbed her waist.

The posture of pinning down the beautiful girl before his eyes made his excitement surge even higher.

Furthermore, even through the back of her school uniform, he could tell how good Kotori’s figure was.

Whether she was faintly sweating or not, a sweet scent tickled his nostrils. It was Kotori’s scent, strongly reminding him of the opposite sex. That stimulated Takumi’s instincts to a painful degree.

It felt like something he would never get used to.

The saying that one gets tired of a beauty in three days was definitely a lie.

Takumi murmured in a somewhat pressed voice.

“Here I go.”

“Nn.”

Inside Kotori’s room, muffled voices, rough breathing, and a regular, dry sound of skin striking skin echoed.

What the two were doing was sex. Erotic. A sexual act. An activity carried out between a man and a woman in a deep relationship.

However, to call it making love, it was far too mechanical and monotonous.

In this routine, they didn’t exchange a single kiss. They had never exchanged one. There wasn’t even conversation.

Whenever they did it, because Kotori didn’t want her naked body or face to be seen, they kept their clothes on and did it from behind.

It was simply a ritual just to release what needed to be released.

Yet, it was an all-too-enchanting interlude.

At this rate, Kotori’s presence was making Takumi feel like drowning in the pleasure he was being given, and he desperately maintained a stern expression so as not to lose control.

In terms of general societal ethics, he was fully aware that they were doing something twisted.

No matter how many excuses he piled up, the reason he went along with this ritual in the end was that it felt good. He was simply yielding to pleasure. He couldn’t stop. He was truly the absolute worst.

Even today, when he saw the stretching cat sticker on his phone—the signal for this routine request—it would be a lie to say he hadn’t been expecting it.

Eventually, pretending on the surface that it was a duty, he finished the routine.

While a sweet numbness remained in his head, without taking time to savor the lingering aftertaste, Takumi silently moved away from Kotori and began cleaning up.

Kotori also sat up and began adjusting her disheveled clothing.

“…”

“…”

An extraordinarily embarrassing atmosphere floated between them.

Actually, since they had been engaging in an embarrassing act, it was only natural.

When he glanced at Kotori out of a lingering regret, her cheeks were flushed and her skin was slightly sweaty, making her look strikingly seductive.

Feeling the blood start to circulate rapidly again, Takumi hurriedly averted his gaze.

This was ultimately just a necessary routine for Kotori.

It wasn’t something done merely by being swept away by sexual desire.

He was just an accomplice.

In the first place, they weren’t lovers or anything, so it was only natural if one thought about it.

Phew—he let out a self-deprecating sigh.

Then, Kotori whispered hesitantly.

“…Thank you again today. With this, I can go to Futaba.”

“You’re welcome.”

“And, um, Takumi, did it feel good?”

Answering with complete honesty felt somewhat annoying, so instead, he prompted her toward a certain spot with his gaze.

“…As you can see.”

“It’s true. A lot came out, didn’t it?”

Seeing the physical evidence of his excitement over her, Kotori lowered the corners of her eyes.

In fact, an absurd amount had come out today as well. Kotori possessed that much charm.

Feeling his cheeks turn hot from having that part of him seen, Takumi snorted as if uninterested and forcibly changed the subject.

“Geez, why on earth do you even need a routine like this?”