The allure of crimson

For Shingo Morino, school life did not bring him any wonderful youth, nor did it provide any fun.
If we were to use a painting as a metaphor, his campus life has been filled with a realistic style since last year.
Both his parents worked, and there were no other siblings to share the housework. Every day after school, he had to rush to the shopping street to compete with other housewives for cheap goods. After returning home, he had to resist the urge to wash off the sweat and prepare dinner before he could take a shower.
This situation became even more severe after the parents went on a long business trip hand in hand.
For him, the only time he can relax is the weekend when he stays in his room playing video games and reading novels, or the Sunday when he takes a tram to a more distant place to wander around.
Therefore, I show no mercy to those who disrupt their own rhythm of life.
"Morino-kun, this isn't the attitude a student should have!" "Shut up! If you're so free, go and deal with those girls!" The girl he was arguing with was one of his enemies who was invading his free time.
The girl had tied her waist-length black hair into a pretty ponytail, and her bright maroon eyes were looking at him with an expression mixed with dissatisfaction.
Tenguin Shinku.
Of course he knew this female classmate who had been chosen as a candidate for school beauty.
"Don't use Tenguin-kun and the others as an excuse! Your aunt told me at the airport to keep a close eye on you, how can I let you be so lazy!" "Who's lazy? There's a limit to how much you can talk nonsense!" Tenguin Shinku is Shingo's childhood friend.
Although the two don't have the close relationship that some novels or anime portray, Shinku is quite close to Shingo's parents, and they know each other very well.
However, since certain events in the past, Shingo and Shinku have naturally reduced their contact at school, so it's quite rare for them to bicker so fiercely like this now.
"A bookworm who can't even cook wants to watch over me? Hah..." "What do you mean! I'll make curry or something!" "Come on, who would put purple cabbage in curry..." The topic was unconsciously pulled to daily life, and Shingo and Shingo naturally matched each other's pace, walking side by side.
Although all he could think about was what to buy when he rushed to the shopping street, he knew that if he just ran away like that, Shinku would definitely complain to him through his parents; being scolded was one thing, but having his allowance cut because of it was something he absolutely couldn't allow to happen.
It was for this very reason that Shingo chose to patiently listen to Shinku's complaints.
After a verbal sparring session, Shingo finally let go; however, the meaningful look in her eyes before she left still puzzled him.
His unease became a reality after dinner.
"Sorry to bother you..."
"...What are you doing here, Tenguin?"
Looking at Shinku, who was holding a spare key and casually opening the door and taking off her shoes, Shingo couldn't help but wonder if he was dreaming.
However, when she pulled him into the living room and he saw the notebooks laid out one by one on the table, he was certain that the scene before him was real. After all, his own unsightly drawings looked like the marks of his bored doodles during class.
So Shingo quickly figured out why his childhood friend had barged into his house.
"Your aunt said your grades have dropped a lot recently, so she asked me to check your studies... Morino-kun, this won't do!" "Otherwise, she'll tell my mom, right? Yes, yes... I'll review..." Remembering the warning Shinku gave him that morning, Shingo knew he had no way to resist, so he could only force himself to stay focused with a bitter face and flip through his textbooks and notes under Shinku's voice.
The words and phrases of Mandarin kept swirling in his head, giving him a headache.
Conversely, when faced with numbers he was already familiar with, Shingo would unconsciously relax and solve exercises that were no different from filling out a household account book.
"Next, Morino-kun, pay attention to this place, look carefully..." Unlike him, who wrote intermittently, Shinku's voice never stopped.
Her voice, almost like a whisper, made it impossible for him not to focus part of his consciousness on her; while dealing with English exercises that he was not good at, Shingo began to feel an indescribable fatigue.
His eyelids felt heavy, as if they were filled with lead. This drowsiness, the kind that only comes with a dull teacher, made him shake his head and resist the onslaught of sleep.
"Come on, Morino-kun, look here... concentrate..."
Fortunately, Shinku's whispers allowed him to barely muster the energy to continue battling with the textbook in front of him.
However, faced with the formidable enemy of English, Shingo, already exhausted from housework and lack of sleep, had no strength left to struggle. His pen stopped copying the answers, and Shingo, with his eyes unfocused, could only vaguely hear Shinku's soft voice echoing in his ears before he drifted off into a daze.
The hazy feeling was surprisingly comfortable, and his drowsy mind immediately dissolved into it.
After an unknown amount of time, in the pitch-black world, Shingo's consciousness resurfaced from the haze.
Light and fluffy, the feeling that entangled my consciousness was more vivid than anything else.
"……I……"
The sounds around him gradually brought Shingo's confused mind back to normal.
With great effort, Shingo opened his heavy eyelids and let out a low, almost sobbing sound as he forced himself to look up at the source of the sound.
The next second, Shinku's subtle expression came into his view.
His thoughts, which had become somewhat sluggish, took him three or four seconds to recall what he had been doing before he lost consciousness.
"Morino-kun!"
"Ah... I'm sorry."
Although she apologized first, judging from Shinku's expression, Shingo wasn't sure if she would calm down. However, contrary to his expectations, she didn't complain loudly as usual, but instead turned her face away as if she was a little nervous.
"Well, since you're so tired, let's call it a day..." "...Huh?" Shingo couldn't help but make a sound of doubt.
Based on his impression of Shinku, he knew just how stubborn this childhood friend was; she was definitely not someone who would change her mind so easily.
"It's getting late, I... I'll go home now..."
"Ah... umm."
Although he was still puzzled by this strange situation, he didn't know where to begin asking questions, so he could only nod blankly and watch her leave.
It wasn't until Shinku closed the door that Shingo snapped out of his lingering daze.
However, this sudden situation still left him feeling lost.
"What's wrong with that guy...?"
Looking at the remaining notes and textbooks on the table, Shingo began to tidy up the living room with a puzzled expression.
And this little question was buried in his memory as the extremely mundane days passed.
His parents were still living a business trip overseas, which was no different from their honeymoon. Shingo himself spent his days at school, listening to lectures and studying, and running back and forth to various shops in town under the setting sun, competing with housewives for discounted goods.
Two months passed quickly and quietly.
Life may seem unchanged, but a new element has been quietly added.
"Sorry to bother you~"
"So, Tenguin, can you please ring the doorbell properly...?" "I'm using my own study time to tutor you, Morino-kun!" Shingo casually complained, but he wasn't really dissatisfied. He naturally pulled out a chair for her and obediently prepared his notes and textbooks, looking like he had been waiting for a long time.
Every week, Shinku would take time to go to Shingo's house to tutor him.
Because he had to take care of family matters, his grades naturally plummeted, so he couldn't refuse. Not to mention, his father's phone call last week had given him an ultimatum, leaving Shingo with no room to resist.
Fortunately, Shinku seemed to know she should tone it down, and when she spoke to Shingo, she wasn't as direct as usual, but rather more tactful.
「那么，接着是英……森野君，就算把英文课本藏起来也没用的喔！」「……呿。」「你刚才咂嘴了是不是！」不知不觉，两人的关系出现了改善，最少在聊天时已经没有几个月前那难堪的冷场。
这个跟自己当了好几年青梅竹马的美少女在高中时因为家人工作的关系，不得不搬到另一个县生活，而自己却偏生在那个时候跟她为了一些鸡毛蒜皮的事情吵架闹冷战，直到她离开的那天都没能低头道歉。
理所当然的，他跟她在那之后并没有任何来往，连近况也是从父母口中听到的。
直到去年她们一家搬回这个镇上，信吾才有机会跟真红再次见面。
而在这段时间开始，信吾才有了重新审视真红的念头。
「……」
信吾的视线停留在她那枣红色的亮丽眼瞳上面。
现在的真红跟他记忆中那个比自己还要矮一点的小女孩有着很大的分别。
没有以前那种略胖的肉感，身躯跟手足都显得相当修长而苗条，看起来纤柔的指掌让人不禁抱有抓在手上好好抚弄的冲动；有着清丽轮廓的瓜子脸跟她文静的神情相当配衬。
那彷佛在发亮似的枣红眼瞳里面，彷佛有着甚么让信吾没法错开视线的东西一样，散发着无从言喻的吸引力。
他甚至能够看到瞳孔里的倒影逐渐放大起来，让他能够清晰地看见自己的身姿，以及那个倒影眼睛里面更加微细的小小倒影。
信吾现在才察觉到，真红的眼睛是如此的充满魅力。
「……森野君？」
「……咦？」
直到真红的声音响起时，他才清醒过来。
看到她神色有异地打量着自己，信吾不用想也知道自己又在温习到半途时被睡魔影响，恍神掉了。
似乎是独力处理家事开始成为负担，信吾发现他最近总是很容易就朦朦胧胧的睡去，偶尔在课堂上亦会出现昏昏沉沉的感觉；最初几次，真红还会对自己抱怨，可是后来她亦没再对此作出怨言。
「抱歉……最近可能真的没睡好……」
「不，不如我们先休息一会儿吧？森野君这样勉强自己温习，也很难念进脑袋的！」「……？」「来，这，这里！坐一会儿！」
「啊，啊啊……」
被意外地坚持要中断温习时间的真红拉到沙发上，信吾半推半就的靠在软软的椅背上面，身体也很自然地放松下来；没过一会，他就感到全身好像要沉在软绵绵的沙发里一样，意识昏昏沉沉地陷落在睡魔的掌中。
那阵不知道从何涌溢出来，让身心都忍不住放松下来的舒畅感觉，令信吾很快就放开了意识，在微弱的耳语间睡去。
在那之后，被拿着茶杯的真红摇醒时，信吾难得的感到了羞耻。
课堂里，信吾会作的事情除了听课之外，也包括在脑中筹备三餐所需以及梳整要处理的家务，而这也是让他成绩不稳定的主因。
而现在，他却在作以前根本不会做的事。
「……」
信吾呆呆的望向真红的侧脸。
那彷佛红宝石一样的双瞳总是在他的脑海中闪过，让他很自然地就把视线落在她身上。
不管是翻阅课本，跟同学聊天，甚至是站起来回答老师时的姿势，真红每个表情都在他心底留下了深刻的痕迹。
——自己是怎样了吗？
这段时间，他跟真红的距离重新拉近，让信吾有点不习惯。
但是，他同时发现自己对於这份变化完全没有不适，还好像有点放松下来的异样感觉。
而这份意外地让人轻松起来的感觉，在他跟真红独处时亦变得更加强烈。
「……呐，天宫院。」
「怎么了吗，信吾君？」
「不，没事……」
看着一脸高兴地嚼汉堡排的真红，信吾只是搔了搔脸。
不知道哪天开始，真红每天都会在处理完班上的杂务之后直接来到他的家进行补习，偶尔还会在信吾的家吃晚饭；虽然食费因此多出了不必要的消耗，可是身为男人的尊严让他断绝了跟真红讨回食费的欲望。
——自己已经天天被这样子补习了还要讨晚饭钱实在太那啥了吧？
想着，信吾把杂乱的心情连同米饭一样咽进喉咙。
简单的用餐时间结束，他就任由真红主动清理餐桌，自己则是拿着碗筷开始清洗；虽然事后有买回来，可是自从上星期让真红洗碗却把碗子全部摔破的大惨事过后，他不管怎样都没有让她触碰易碎品的念头。
「啊，对了！信吾君刚才用姓氏叫我对吧？」
「……怎么了吗？」
头也不回，信吾回应着她的声音。
听到真红的声音，他总是很自然地作出反应。
「以前都叫我小红不是吗？怎么不那样子叫我？」「不，你都几岁了，那种孩子气的称呼我是怎么可能叫出来啊……」他不禁转过头对真红作出抱怨。
信吾可没有想像过隔了那么多年这个称呼会再次出现。
「叫人家小红嘛……」
信吾眼里看到的是对自己作出亲热请求，明亮动人的赤红双瞳。
信吾耳里听到的是青梅竹马用温软的嗓音，对自己作出简单的要求。
本来涌起的不满跟羞耻心，在那双枣红色的瞳孔底下很自然地消散掉，让他对真红的声音丧失了抗拒的念头。
「……只限没有其他人的时候，的话。」
「！」
虽然在一刹那间溢出了后悔的念头，可是看到真红彷佛鲜花绽放一样露出的笑脸，信吾忽然感到一阵满足。
——被帮这么多了，偶尔听听她的要求也没问题吧。
他不禁这样子说服自己。
「那，那么……叫，叫一次看看……？」
脸颊浮起小片绯红，她这样子对他说着。
不知怎的，信吾也感到脸庞忽然变得火烫起来。
「……小红？」
「嗯！小信！」
「啊……嗯……」
本来还想要说甚么的信吾在听到了青梅竹马小时候对自己的独有称呼时，脑袋马上乱成一团，快到唇边的抱怨也不知道消失到哪里去。
结果，两人间的沉默足足维持了将近半小时。
值得一提的是，在温习期间信吾跟真红的视线交集相当频密，将近是三个月来最多的晚上。
信吾跟真红再度展开交集的日子，已经踏入第四个月。
由最初坚决足不出户在家休息，到后来一起在商店街采购晚饭材料，直至最近被拉着到购物中心逛街，都让信吾的生活作出了改变。
而这些改变当中，总有真红的存在。
那双犹如宝石的枣红眼瞳，一直让他没法不去注视，她的身姿并总是使他忍不住追寻；久而久之，不管两人独处还是在学校，他都已经习惯了跟她交谈，关系甚至比以前更加紧密。
真红在他心里所占的空间，亦很自然的变得更加巨大。
不知道在甚么时候开始，信吾发现自己开始很在意真红的感受，哪怕只是一个表情的变化，都会让他不自觉地紧张起来；就算说她的一喜一忧都会让他感到动摇，只怕也不为过。
「哈哈，那个笨蛋，怎么会躲在那种地方啦！」「啊，被抓了……果然综艺节目就是要有人被坑啊。」现在，他跟她刚刚结束了温习，正在客厅看电视；可是，比起电视上那些死命逃离黑衣巨人的明星，信吾的视线更多时候都会落在真红身上。
随着日子过去，两人的距离也变得越来越接近，到了现在更是肩靠肩的坐在沙发。
换了是以前，信吾不会想像的到跟真红的关系会变成这样。
——但是，这种感觉并不讨厌，甚至让人感到舒服。
「怎么啦，小信？」
「嗯？」
听到身旁真红的叫唤，信吾望向了她。
凝望着自己的真红，朝他温柔地笑着。
身上的虽然只是不太起眼的休闲服，可是穿在真红身上，却仍然令信吾感到相当漂亮。
「可以，吻我吗……？」
「——」
信吾没有回答，因为他的意识在这瞬间停顿了下来。
枣红的瞳孔里，他看到自己逐渐朝着真红靠近过去。
在耳里盘旋的嗓音一丝丝地钻进了脑海，让他不由自主地顺从心底泛滥而出的冲动，主动搂抱着真红柔弱的身体。
无法压抑的慾求，难以竭止的冲动，使信吾将嘴唇用力地印在她软嫩的嘴唇上面。
唾液交缠的水声在两人的嘴间响起。
当他的舌头滑进真红的小嘴里，淡淡的甘甜随之传来，让他彷佛连呼吸都要抛诸脑后一样，忘我地挪动舌头吸吮着她嘴里的津液。
良久，感到她的鼻息喷到了自己脸上的信吾才松开了嘴巴。
「呼……呼啊……」
「哈，啊……哈啊……」
没有说话，甚至没有对真红那突兀的要求作出疑问，信吾的眼睛只是紧紧盯住那可爱迷人的枣红瞳孔。
深邃而亮丽的赤色，让信吾没法移开视线。
隐约带着香气似的吐息，从真红的樱嘴吹出，落在他的口鼻上。
「——小红。」
「啊，小信……呜，嗯……」
叫唤着彼此的名字，信吾跟真红的身体紧密地纠缠在一起。
身上的衣服随着对彼此身躯的抚摸一件件地滑落地上，两人的身体很快就脱离了衣物的束缚，作出了肌肤间的直接接触。
胸罩在信吾略带粗暴的动作下被扯开，真红的胸脯也随即暴露在他的眼底。
没有说话，信吾只是低头舐弄她的胸脯，双手则是猴急地在她赤裸的胴体上面来回抚摸起来。
「啊啊，噫……啊，小，小信……呜嗯……」
真红夹杂着不安情绪的娇喘，在此刻成为了强烈的助燃剂。
彷佛被她的声音刺激着一样，信吾的动作更加激烈，舌尖跟牙齿轻柔地磨弄着嘴里的乳尖，双手各自滑向了她的胸脯下缘跟大腿内侧。
滑溜溜的娇嫩触感令他真正体会到，甚么叫作爱不释手。
「啊，等……唔，嗯嗯，等等啦……噫，啊啊！小，小信……啊啊……」从心底涌溢而出的冲动让信吾选择了忽视真红的声音。
以舌头堵住了对方的嘴巴，他对她施以深吻的同时，双手也开始爱抚她的胸脯跟两腿间的私密地带。
指尖轻轻拨开阴毛摸到两瓣肉唇上时，他的手很自然地开始轻轻的抚摸逗弄着她的阴部。
然后，信吾就感到自己的指尖探进了一个湿润而紧窄的空间。
自己的手正在入侵身下青梅竹马最隐秘最羞耻的地方。
「小红……小红……！」
「呜，嗯嗯……呜嗯！啊，咿，小信……嗯，啊啊……呜嗯……！」叫喊着真红的名字，他的爱抚越来越猛烈。
即使爱抚的动作并不熟练甚至有些粗糙，可是对於信吾来说，看到真红荡漾开来的喜愉表情比甚么都重要。
感受着从她的阴部里面一丝丝地涌出的黏稠感觉，他的手指开始了前后抽动跟搔挖的动作，加剧对真红的刺激。
「啊……呜，唔嗯……啊，嗯……」
嘴巴被信吾热吻堵住，真红只能发出混杂着呜咽的呻吟。
即使扭动身体，被信吾压在身下的她亦没法抵抗，只能任由他对自己身体各个地方施以爱抚。
良久，双人的嘴唇才再次分开。
「哈啊……哈啊……小，小信……」
「……」
信吾深情地凝望真红。
那双流露着火热情意的枣红瞳孔，让他没法错开视线。
被他注视着的真红则是彷佛想从其视线逃开一样，含羞地别过脸去。
「……小红……我……」
「……嗯。」
彷佛知道信吾想说甚么一样，真红轻轻的点了点头。
看着身下的她，信吾有点紧张的咽下口水，另一只手飞快的解开了裤子。
以手扶着早已硬涨的肉棒，他让下半身对准了真红双腿之间；彷佛表达着自己接受眼前人的一切般，真红悄悄伸出双手，把信吾的上半身拉往自己怀里。
胯间紧贴着彼此，信吾被拉到了她的唇边。
鼻里充斥着少女独特的体香，耳里传来的是少女带着喘声的吐息，轻轻触碰到其锁骨的嘴巴甚至感觉到她身上香汗的味道。
「……爱我。」
枣红的双瞳，入脑的耳语，彷佛命令一样驱使着信吾的身体。
猛烈的冲动支配了身体似的，让他用力挺动下半身往前推，肉棒凶猛地挤进了真红紧窄的阴道。
同时，他的肉棒亦将守护住阴道的肉膜无声地挤裂，捅穿。
在真红流下泪水时，她的纯洁也就此被信吾夺走。
「……忍耐一下。」
「啊……嗯……」
真红给予他的回应，只是带着春意的呢喃，听起来犹如允许了他接下来准备要作的事一样。
深深吸了口气，信吾开始挺动腰杆，让硬涨得发疼的肉棒在紧窄的阴道里前后抽动起来，来回磨蹭着不断蠕动的蜜径。
「噫，啊，小信……嗯呜……！」
啜泣似的声音从真红的嘴里吐出，连同娇喘跟鼻息一起落在他的脸上。
望向那双凝望自己的枣红瞳孔，信吾的抽送不由自主力加剧起来；从脑海中涌溢而出的冲动让他没有任何竭止的打算，只想在当下就占有她的一切，让这个美少女成为只属於自己的东西。
那道在瞳孔底下，充满难言魅力的感觉，让他没有束缚自己兽欲的念头。
「啊，啊……呜嗯……啊，慢，慢点……咿，啊啊！小，小信……等一下……呜……啊啊！」既似疼痛，又似欢悦，真红的呻吟在他耳里回荡着。
索吻，扯咬耳垂，吮弄锁骨，亦没有放过柔软的胸脯，信吾跟真红不断的爱抚着彼此，下半身也作出了激情交合。
隐约响起黏液击打的水声，两人结合在一起的部份溢出了混合着淫水跟汗水的半透明液体，但是两人却对此毫不理会般，只是深深热吻着。
「小红……小红……！」
「嗯……啊，嗯嗯……咿，啊啊！小，小信……嗯，嗯……」舌头交缠着，双腰也紧夹着对方的腰，甚至不知道甚么时候从沙发上面掉到地板上，信吾搂着真红的身体仍然没有离开彼此。
随着淫水的分泌，肉棒的进出越来越激烈，在抽搐着的阴道进不断进出，每个磨弄跟挖动都会让真红的身体因为快感而颤抖起来。
「小红，我……要射了……！」
已经难以忍耐奔涌而来的快感，只感到腰杆传来阵阵麻酥感的信吾开始作出最后的冲刺。
把真红的上半身拥进怀里，他的深吻跟肉棒的挺进变得更加激烈。
「要，要来了……啊，小，小信！啊，啊啊啊，咿喔喔！」白浊的慾望在真红的阴道里爆发。
随着信吾作出人生首次体内射体的同时，真红也被推上了高潮。
浓厚的精液一股股地往阴道里面吐出，信吾同时也感受到真红的阴道抽搐时产生的阵阵脉动，使他忍不住挺动身体，让自己能够更加紧密地贴近怀里的她。
至於事后的清洁云云，早就从他的脑袋里消失个一乾二净了。
在那个突然燃起激情的晚上之后，信吾正式地向真红作出告白，结束了两人青梅竹马的关系，成为了恋人。
没有刻意隐瞒的结果，让他在学校里受到了同性友人的瞪眼跟抱怨；但是对他来说，只有一个人的生活多出了真红的存在，就比甚么都来得重要。
可是，有一件事仍然在他的心底残留了疑问。
——为甚么自己跟真红独处时，会那么难以自制？
「怎么了吗，小信？」
「……不，我只是奇怪为甚么我那么没自制力而已。」看着身边的真红，他很老实地说出了自己的疑问。
然而，本来已经变得无比淡薄的疑惑，在他看到真红一脸羞涩地把视线移到甚么都没有的墙壁上时马上变大。
毕竟当了那么多年的青梅竹马，这个女孩有甚么习性他怎么可能不清楚。
「……」
「……我，我知道啦……」
没有作出任何威胁，信吾只是用一个意味深长的瞪眼就让真红选择了回答。
表情尴尬的真红从背包里拿出了自己的笔记本，翻到了某一页之后就递到信吾眼前。
本来还在纳闷的信吾瞄了几眼内容之后，马上就了解到事情的因由。
「……！？」
而在察觉到某个事实之后，他的脸也好像真红一样变得红通通。
彷佛看到甚么不该看的东西似的，信吾把笔记本合上之后随手扔开。
「那，那个呢，既然我们都证实是两相思了，不如就这样算了……那个，森野君？你的眼神好邪恶喔？咦，啊，等等，你想怎——呜嗯嗯！？」说到一半，真红整个人就被抱了起来，嘴巴也被信吾野蛮地堵住。
不管她怎样拍打他的胸口，他都好像不想理会一样，只是用舌头在她的嘴里作出热情的挑逗。
隔了一会儿，两人的嘴唇才稍作分离，留下了依依不舍的银丝。
「我现在就证明给你看。」
「等，不行，这几天小信已经一直……啊，嗯，呜嗯嗯嗯～～！」无视真红含羞带嗔的抵抗，信吾一脸坏笑把这个成为了恋人的美少女抱到了自己的房间。
不久，房间里面就响起了春意四溢的呻吟。
躺在地上的笔记本，很巧合地停留在刚刚的那一页。
而在本来应该写着各种课堂内容的地方，却是夹住了一张俨然是从流行杂志里面剪下来的专栏内容。
『爱情催眠术～让一直深爱的他回头凝望你吧～』然后，在房门关上时激起的微风，就把那一页吹翻开来，露出了被很多爱心符号包围着，以绢秀字迹写下来的两个名字。
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