Campus love story

As we fell in love, the thunderstorm had stopped sometime earlier. The stars twinkled in the night sky.

Kurumi and I strolled along the slightly damp streets after the rain.

Looking at Kurumi, her cheeks flushed and eyes lowered, nestled beside me, I suddenly remembered the day I first met this girl.

[It was lunchtime during the first week of high school, and she couldn't buy bread at the school store, so she was frantic!] Faced with the throngs of eager shoppers, the petite girl could only stand helplessly at the entrance.

"Hey, little girl... what do you want to buy?" I promptly displayed my great classmate affection.

"Pork floss bread and chocolate milk..."

I remember that's what she answered. Since I was going to buy some anyway, I figured I might as well buy some too. When I handed her the bread, she happily flashed a lovely smile.

That was Kurumi.

[Afterwards, we ate bread together in the schoolyard. Because I didn't know her name, I kept calling her "little girl, little girl."] She protested to me with a hint of anger, "My surname is Nishina! My name is Kurumi!"... Hahaha! From then on, we became very good friends. But neither of us expected things to turn out like this...

Awakening from my reverie, I found Kurumi staring at me.

"Yo, are you reminiscing about the first time we met?"

I asked, my eyes widening in surprise. Kurumi smiled mischievously.

"Because I was just like you..."

She lightly leaped over a puddle.

"That was at the beginning of the school year. Even more oblivious than I am now... I couldn't buy bread at the school store, and I was feeling frustrated when suddenly a voice came from above me. 'Hey, little girl!'"

Kurumi stopped and looked up at the starry sky.

"I'm so happy. When we were eating bread together, you said, 'Next time you have to buy it yourself. If you still can't buy it after trying hard, I'll find a way for you... But if you just stand there daydreaming like today, you won't even be able to buy breadcrumbs!'" "

Did I say that?"

"Yes!"

Kurumi turned around and affirmed emphatically... Maybe I did? But did it have any special meaning for Kurumi? Hmm?

I tilted my head in confusion. Kurumi smiled brightly and waved to me.

"I'm going to tell you the 'secret' from earlier!"

She stood in front of me, pretending to whisper something. I bent down and listened to Kurumi whisper in my ear, "From that moment on, I only liked you!"

Looking at her radiant smile, I was stunned.

Then, she quickly pecked my lips.

Leaving a sweet and soft touch.

It trembled like pink ripples.

From bottom to top, and then from top to bottom, it trembled slightly, yet violently.

I reached out and grasped the swaying pink nipples. Beautiful as peach blossom buds, they were the girl's nipples. The tips of her swollen breasts were hot and erect with excitement. As I twisted and kneaded them with my fingers, "Ah!" the girl finally couldn't help but moan, a truly beautiful sound.

(Am I making love with this girl?!) Just as I was thinking this, the girl's voice turned into eager panting. This girl, of course, was Kurumi. And I was united with my classmate Kurumi.

"Yo-kun, if you keep doing that, I'm getting aroused again… I, I'm already, ahh…" Astride me, Kurumi looked at me with her dark, bright eyes as she spoke. But I thought that slightly sadistic actions would excite Kurumi even more, so I didn't intend to let her off the hook.

I pinched her lovely cherry-red nipples with my thumb and forefinger, gently rubbing them, then quickly twisting them with my fingertips. As if responding to my finger's movement, "Ah!" Kurumi suddenly arched her back, reaching her peak in one breath. Pure, holy fluid, overflowing from deep within her body like a tidal wave, scattered in all directions. The gushing spring flowed "whoosh" between Kurumi's thighs, soaking the sheets.

I placed my hands under Kurumi's armpits, supporting her as she swayed and was about to collapse.

Kurumi's private parts were still spasming with "beep, beep." If anyone asked why the spasms were happening, it would be because Kurumi had reached her climax. For a man, reaching orgasm involves brief but intense spasms to release semen; for a woman, orgasm is characterized by repeated, prolonged, slight spasms, as if trying to extract something.

In any case, Kurumi was currently in a state of unparalleled pleasure.

The expression of a girl reaching her peak was truly adorable. That expression of unbearable sorrow might make one wonder, "Is she about to cry?" But it was precisely this that fully satisfied a man's desire to conquer.

My male member, tightly enveloped by Kurumi's honeypot, gradually intensified with the unparalleled contractions of her labia, finally reaching its limit.

I lifted my waist, my hands supporting Kurumi under her armpits exerting slight pressure, and thrust deeper into Kurumi from below. I could no longer think, only knowing to keep thrusting my member, continuously driving the wedge of pleasure into that place that had not yet awakened from its climax.

Kurumi couldn't control herself and let out another cry of pain.

"No, no,... I can't take it anymore!" Kurumi shook her head desperately, her two braided pigtails swaying from side to side.

Kurumi's female part, having reached another climax without even a moment's rest, squeezed my member with an even more intense "squeak—" than before.

"Ugh—ah—"

Unable to endure it any longer, I also began my final burst.

The released, pure white fluid rushed into Kurumi's womb like a barrage of arrows.

Thoughts completely ceased; her mind, as if about to split open, was a blank. However, I still noticed the gentle gaze Kurumi was giving me. Speaking of Kurumi, she does have a strange habit—she particularly enjoys watching my expression in that instant. Even so, with my climax, Kurumi's vaginal cavity involuntarily tightened, the woman herself, joined to me, contracting rapidly and uncontrollably.

"Ah, ah, ah… ah────!" She cried out as if about to sob, her body trembling, Kurumi collapsed onto me, utterly exhausted, surrendering her weary body to me.

Because, after all, she was just a young girl, she couldn't feel the weight of her body pressed against my chest.

I silently held her, listening to her frantic breathing against me, and it was precisely because of this that I felt immense satisfaction. And the two breasts pressed against my chest…

while not exactly full, they possessed an astonishing elasticity. As I savored the soft, pulsating sensation of Kurumi's breasts pressing against my chest, a feeling of unparalleled comfort, I gently stroked the ends of her hair.

Kurumi's body was so warm.

No, the sweat covering both of us, the dreamlike, intimate connection, in this context, should be described as "fiery."

(Ugh, it's so hot, it feels like it's about to burst into flames.) "Mimi-

ga

...

I sat up, groggily looking around, and saw an empty bottle lying on the table.

...Ah, I see, I understand now.

"...Kurumi..." This wasn't a dream, but a real story from yesterday. I just kept thinking about it before I woke up.

Last night, even after I got home, Kurumi's image lingered in my mind, impossible to shake off, keeping me awake. I had no choice but to open a large bottle of sake and drink it all in one go, finally managing to pass out.

"Hmm...Kurumi," even just muttering Kurumi's name to myself again made my heart pound.

Anyway, I still "did it" with Kurumi, who looked like a younger sister. And she's hypersensitive, with extremely intense movements from the beginning.

(But, Kurumi, is she okay?) That's the only thing that worries me. Why do I say this? First, there was the incident with Kazuya just now, and second, Kurumi didn't get home until the early hours of the morning last night. Kurumi's father will probably be furious again…

(If her father finds out the real reason Kurumi came home so late… he might kill me… yeah, very likely.) However, judging from the fact that Kurumi's father hasn't stormed into my doghouse with a shotgun yet, I think perhaps Kurumi has already explained things well to him.

…In short, I swear I will always support Kurumi. No matter what happens, I am determined to protect her until she grows into a "good woman, a good adult."

Indeed, to me, Kurumi is still more like a younger sister. Although my relationship with Kurumi has become very delicate, and my feelings are very complicated right now… But, my little sister, my lovely little sister.

Whether as a brother in name only, or a boyfriend who's not really a boyfriend...

if anyone dares to make Kurumi cry, "I'll send her

to the other side of the universe where you can't even see the stars!" Thinking this, I realized the room had gotten even hotter since I woke up. Lying down like this would only make it hotter and more uncomfortable. So, I had to stretch and get out of bed.

I turned on the air conditioner and was about to close the window.

"...Ah," I saw Reiko hanging her laundry out to dry in the yard across the street, as usual. Unlike usual, Reiko was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and jeans, giving off a clean and bright feeling. But needless to say, her radiant beauty remained unchanged.

But was Reiko holding a laundry party? From cushion covers to curtains, clothes hung everywhere in the yard like the full decorations of a warship, fluttering in the wind. Reiko was patting the cushions, looking inexplicably happy, which made her look incredibly cute.

As if noticing me standing by the window, Reiko looked up at me, smiling as usual… But then, “Ah!” Reiko cried out in a voice loud enough to be heard even here, covering her face with her hands.

(Oh, what happened?) Following Reiko’s fleeting gaze, I looked at myself.

“Ah--?!” I was shocked, my hair standing on end.

My lower body was completely exposed, without a single piece of cloth covering me, and not only that, but my crotch was standing straight up! In an ultra-hardened state, hard enough to penetrate even a 5-centimeter-thick steel plate.

Because the room was as hot as a steamer when the air conditioning wasn’t on, I probably slept naked last night in a daze.

(How embarrassing!) I hurriedly covered that part with my hands, a completely shameful posture.

The “male instinct” of morning erection, combined with “memories of Kurumi,” had created that perfect state.

Seeing this scene all of a sudden, it's no wonder that Reiko was taken aback.

I'm so sorry.

I quickly put on my pants, tidied myself up, and stood by the window again.

"Heh—"

Reiko, still shy, looked towards my room.

(So, Reiko's husband stayed until yesterday after returning! From today onwards, Reiko is all alone again!) Standing on the third floor, I sent a message to Reiko as usual.

I held up my index finger, letting her see it, essentially asking, "Alone again?" Reiko nodded affirmatively, pointing to her house and herself, also holding up her index finger, replying, "Yes, I am alone." Next, I pointed to myself, then to Reiko's house, asking, "Would you like to come to your house tonight?" Reiko nodded affirmatively again.

Just this simple act of communication and greeting made me very happy, and a smile involuntarily appeared on my face.

As for Reiko, she twisted her hands shyly like a young girl, her cheeks flushing red, and then turned and ran into the house. ...How wonderful, truly wonderful. Reiko is absolutely perfect.

Not only does she possess a beauty that could rival the most beautiful women, but more importantly, she has a girlish innocence. For men, she is the perfect image of a woman.

(But, Reiko today...) I feel that the atmosphere is slightly different from usual. Is it because she's not wearing a kimono? It shouldn't be because of that... I think. How unbelievable. Reiko's expression today clearly shows that she is very happy.

Moreover, she is waving and nodding openly towards this window, which is something she doesn't usually do.

(Isn't this good?) That being said, Reiko and I have always met secretly. Because Reiko is someone else's wife, if the people living nearby find out about our relationship, it would be quite troublesome.

(Perhaps it's because her cold-blooded, indifferent, chauvinistic husband came home, so Reiko might be feeling tired... It's been a rare four whole days since I've had a proper intimate moment with Reiko, maybe she's a little lonely... Hmm, tonight, I'll definitely spend it with Reiko!) Making this firm vow in my heart, I closed the blinds. A cool breeze gently blew in from the air conditioner, gradually making the room cooler. I

added water and coffee beans to the coffee machine and went to the bathroom. After a good wash, when I returned to the room, it was filled with a bittersweet aroma.

Holding the cup of coffee I'd poured, I bent down by the bed. My gaze inadvertently drifted to the photograph standing on the bedside table.

"My parents holding me as a baby," "My uncle Takashi and I taking me to the beach," "Satomi and me at my middle school entrance ceremony," and then... mixed in with these nostalgic photos is an old, yellowed photograph.

The framed photo, slightly faded, shows "Sakuragi Mai"—standing under wisteria blossoms.

Her elegant kimono adorned with arrow feather patterns, her long skirt flowing in the wind, her long hair tied with a ribbon—that beautiful, pure schoolgirl could only be Sakuragi Mai.

But the photograph is black and white. From the slightly somber scene, one can clearly feel the marks of time. Perhaps it was taken during the Taisho era? Even a rough estimate would put it at least eighty years old. Therefore, it's obvious that the girl in the photo cannot be Sakuragi Mai herself.

"Then, who is it?" Even when asked this, I couldn't answer. I thought perhaps she was Mai's blood relative, though I've never confirmed this with Mai.

Actually, I got this photo four years ago, and the original owner was Rimi.

She originally intended to use it as an antique decoration for her coffee shop. I think she bought it in the used bookstore district of Kanda or Jimbocho... The

moment I saw the photo, I was immediately captivated by the "girl standing under the wisteria."

I practically forced Rimi to buy the photo, making it my private collection.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it love at first sight, because the girl in the photo was my ideal type.

...Needless to say, that was before I met Mai.

(That's why I was so surprised when I brushed past Mai at my high school entrance ceremony, thinking, "Ah, the girl in the photo really exists.") Of course, from that day until now, Mai has replaced the girl in the photo as the object of my genuine admiration... Although, she's just an object of admiration. Up until now, I'm basically satisfied just being able to talk to Mai.

(But lately, things seem different! Not only can I have a hundred times more enjoyable conversations with Xiaowu than before... but, and, and I even went on a date with Xiaowu, who's like an eternal goddess, so unattainable!!) I stared at the girl in the photo who looked exactly like Xiaowu, grinning like an idiot.

I didn't get to see Xiaowu yesterday. I hope she can come to the swimming club activity today. ...

(Okay, I've decided. After breakfast, I'll go to school.) Summer vacation school attendance, which has almost become a routine, was announced loudly again today.

(I smell sweaty; I should take a shower before going out.) So, I went to the bathroom again, entering the now-empty shower stall.

Actually, cleanliness is the most important thing for me, so I quite enjoy taking showers.

If I don't shower for a day, I feel an unbearable urge to urinate

. As the saying goes, "A man has seven enemies when he goes out," so if I don't pamper myself at home, I'll be doing myself a disservice. "Gurgle gurgle... Chirp chirp chirp... Swish swish," I was covered in shower gel and shampoo, a veritable foam demon, when I started rinsing myself off. "Ding-dong..." The doorbell rang.

"...Hmm? Those unreasonable salesmen again? Or those vicious scoundrels who force people to subscribe to newspapers?" But it didn't seem like either of those types. Who could it be? And I thought, if it's a delivery or something, they'll deliver it again later.

"Ding-dong ding-dong..." The doorbell continued to ring.

"Okay, okay, I'll be right there..." I wrapped a towel around myself, dripping water as I walked towards the door.

"Excuse me, who is this?" I asked, peering through the peephole.

"I...I...I'm Nishina..." Kurumi stood there. Thanks to the lens, she looked more like a doll.

"Oh, it's Kurumi." As she opened the door, Kurumi saw my bare upper body and immediately blushed.

"I'm sorry," Kurumi said hastily, turning to leave.

"Hey, it's okay! I was just about to go out too!... Come in, wait a moment."

If it were yesterday, I would have been very shy too. But today, because I've been worried about Kurumi, I had no reason to let her go without even asking.

I led Kurumi into the house and hurriedly went to the bathroom to rinse off the remaining soap.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting." After changing my clothes, I returned to the room, where Kurumi was sitting there waiting properly. She would occasionally glance in my direction, then immediately lower her head again. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, making her look incredibly endearing.

A white cardigan, a pink skirt, neatly braided hair, charming freckles, all the gestures and expressions of a young girl... Kurumi, whose features were outlined with delicate lines, looked quite young, but very pure.

Even now, thinking about last night still felt like a dream. Through her clothes, the beautiful naked body from last night seemed to vividly emerge in my memory.

(Kurumi's breasts, though not large, are very beautiful and extremely sensitive... Any slight touch to any part of her body will trigger a reaction, causing her to desperately let out adorable moans...

Ugh, I can't take it anymore!) If I continue to think about Kurumi like this, I'll be in danger of exploding! It's not enough to just be aroused in broad daylight. Besides, Kurumi is a pure girl; from now on, I can only, and must, gently care for and protect her. Stay calm! Stay calm!

"I'm so sorry... If you want tea, I'll make it for you, but is coffee alright?" "It's alright... Ah, no need to trouble yourself... I'm sorry!" Smiling gently at Kurumi, I began to pour her coffee. Adding two teaspoons of sugar, and a little more milk... After adjusting it to Kurumi's preferred taste, I handed her the coffee.

"Thank you... It's delicious!" She smiled at me with coffee in her mouth.

Because she still maintained the bright expression she had regained since yesterday, I felt a little relieved. But first, let me tell you what I've been worried about.

"After that... nothing happened, right... like your father or something?" It felt like the incident with Kazuya had just happened this morning. It wasn't hard to imagine that Kurumi's father would be angry. Besides, if he knew she had been "baptized" by a man...

(Wouldn't her father stab me to death?) But, judging from the fact that I've survived this long, Kurumi really tried her best this time.

"Yes. Yesterday, Yo-kun, um... um... thank you..." Kurumi's eyes darted around with a subtle smile; she must have been thinking about our passionate lovemaking last night too.

For a moment, we couldn't find anything to say to each other, only the sound of our heartbeats could be heard. ...

I think both of us were imagining the same thing.

I could clearly feel the blood rushing to my cheeks.

In the room with just the two of us, inevitably, we both blushed at the same time. The moment I noticed this, I laughed shyly, "Hahaha..." Kurumi also chuckled.

"Yo-kun..." Kurumi suddenly grasped my hand and threw herself into my arms.

"Thank you. Really, thank you." She buried her head in my chest and whispered,

"Since then... when I got home... my father got angry with me again. But I hoped he could understand my feelings... so I talked with him until this morning." Kurumi said, looking up into my eyes.

"And as a result, in the end, my father understood me..." Kurumi's face lit up with a radiant smile.

I was overjoyed and instinctively hugged her tightly.

"That's wonderful!"

she said, nodding gently. Then, she closed her eyes and quietly offered me her red lips.

I immediately covered hers with mine.

In that instant, I finally understood what tenderness meant...

the soft feeling of the girl still lingered in my mind as our lips slowly parted.

"So... Miss Kurumi is really happy, and even though she stayed up all night, she still plans to attend the summer workshop?" I asked, tapping Kurumi's forehead with my finger.

"Oh, no way. How did you know?" Of course I understood. Kurumi's thoughts are crystal clear, almost transparent. Since her father understands Kurumi's feelings, she thinks, "I will never let my father down." Beneath her seemingly carefree exterior beats a strong heart. ...This is the Kurumi I like best.

"But, you can't push yourself too hard. Kurumi will keep working hard until she collapses." Contrary to my relaxed tone, what I really worried about was what I wanted to say. Because Kurumi seems genuinely prepared to give it her all, to fight to the very end. If she's determined to do something, she'll definitely stick to it until the very end. Actually, if you think about it, aren't Tanaka Misa or Sakuragi Mai the same kind of "serious person"? I really admire and envy girls as passionate as them.

Gently stroking her head, Kurumi giggled like a child.

"Actually, the summer workshop isn't until this afternoon... But, like you said, I'll go to bed early tonight." "Is that so... Then, how about you sleep in at my place for a while this morning?

I'll wake you up then..." Hearing my suggestion, Kurumi hummed in agreement, looking around the room. "

Really?" she asked, sticking out her tongue.

"It's okay. Don't worry. Even though the house is dirty and messy, it's good to rest a little." Before I finished speaking, I had already picked up Kurumi. I carried her to the bedside and gently placed her on it. Then, I drew the curtains and turned off the lights.

"Ah-yong... um..." Kurumi grabbed my sleeve and said, "Please. Stay with me until I fall asleep, okay?" I didn't answer. Instead, I gently took her hand and lay down beside her.

As if pleading, Kurumi wriggled and snuggled into my arms.

As if having a sweet dream, I gently stroked her hair.

Perhaps because it felt so good, Kurumi snuggled even closer, pressing herself against me tightly. ...The warm, soft touch of her breasts made me gradually feel very embarrassed. The vivid memory of the breasts I had caressed and kneaded at will last night, the nipples I had sucked and pinched countless times, made it impossible for me to remain indifferent.

...Unconsciously, my erection became hot again.

Suddenly, I felt a slight tremor on Kurumi's shoulder.

"I'm sorry."

Apologies. I'm sorry, it's shameful. ...However, it's not uncommon for me to get hard for no reason, so it's understandable that I'd react this way when I'm with a girl I like. But even so (meaning I can't help but feel this way), it makes me deeply saddened by the state of men. Maybe when I'm older, I won't do such a terrible thing. Please, just let it go.

Seeing my dejected state, Kurumi looked at me with gentle eyes.

"It's okay. Even I understand... If it were a man, he would be like this... And I know that even though Yoyo has become like this, she's still desperately trying to suppress herself... I feel very happy." "Kurumi..." "Yoyo, I... it's okay. If it's for Yoyo, no matter what... as Yoyo wishes... I... everything... is willing to give to Yoyo..." Kurumi's almost whispered confession shocked me. A girl willing to say this to me is not someone you can just find anywhere.

Perhaps because of her bold words, Kurumi's eyes became watery, sparkling with a vibrant light.

(Hmm, Kurumi, why is she so cute?) Although I was almost overwhelmed by passion, I had to restrain myself. Because I cherish Kurumi and only want to protect her, I said I would restrain myself, and I had to.

"Kurumi, thank you. But I... I'm already very comfortable like this... Okay, don't say anymore, go to sleep." Kurumi looked at me intently.

"Ayumi, so gentle. Because of your gentleness... I like you very much." She whispered, closing her eyes.

I silently continued to stroke her hair.

After a while, "Huff... huff..." I could hear Kurumi's soft breathing as she fell asleep. I quietly left Kurumi's side. ...

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