I regret nothing.
Disclaimer: Gotoubun no Hanayome doesn't belong to me, nor its characters.
"I will never accept you– even if it means opposing my sisters."
Nino Nakano was like a stereotypical ojou-sama that you would find in most anime and manga out there, and she ticks all of the checkboxes that are under the criteria; the haughty demeanor, her snappy attitude, the obvious interest in fashion, as well as her violent tendencies. Despite this, she was surely a popular student in school because she liked to go out and socialize with others, making her the only quintuplet aside from Yotsuba who actively goes out of her way to make friends and build relationships.
Of course, since she was a beautiful young woman who loved to make that certain fact known to others, she surely had lots of friends at this point. She likely even has a handful of admirers who are either attracted to her beauty or are simply interested in how she presents herself to others…
"But they don't know her like I do," Fuutarou thought in disappointment.
At first, he couldn't figure out why Nino hated him despite doing his best to introduce himself as the tutor to her and the rest of her sisters. If that's not enough, he wasn't even the best when it comes to socializing – at least not like what he used to be back then – so it was a little hard for him to open himself up to others.
Even so, for the sake of his family getting out of debt, he took a leap out of his comfort zone and went out of his way to act as a decent tutor to those quints, at least for him.
It wasn't easy at first, because he found out about his job literally after having lunch with Itsuki Nakano, wherein he made the grave mistake of calling her out on her weight and acted like a jerk towards her the whole time. Because of that, she didn't accept him as a tutor and is still refusing to see him as such until now. Fuutarou thought of ways of how to win her over, but that's a story for another time.
On the other hand, Yotsuba didn't hesitate to accept him and while she was the dumbest out of all of them, her willingness to learn and ask questions was something he appreciated.
Unlike the first two, Miku was mainly hesitant of the idea of having a tutor and didn't openly reject him in ludicrous ways. He did manage to convince her to join, but not without going through a ridiculous 'quiz' to prove himself to her. Ichika was on the same boat, although it took a lot more effort to convince her last weekend during the fireworks festival.
All in all, three of five quintuplets were on his side as of now, and only two remained. Nino and Itsuki, were a different story and he would likely need more than two weeks if he wanted to get them on his side.
He'll think of how to deal with this along the way because for now, he was going to the Pentagon for a more personal reason, one that involved a quint who seemed to want nothing more than to see him suffer.
"Fuutarou… why are you here so early?" asked a yawning Miku, who still looked sleepy from the way her hair was slightly messy and her eyes looked like they could close at any moment.
"I'm here to talk to Nino for something important. Is it alright if I come in?" asked Fuutarou, going straight to the reason why he was here.
A few days ago, he had attempted to get the email addresses of the quintuplets and fortunately for him, he managed to gather all of them. Naturally, Itsuki and Nino refused at first, but they gave in eventually after persuading them in a clever but mischievous manner.
The problem here was a matter of what Nino used to write her information, which happened to be his student handbook. Not that he was a materialistic person, but there was something about that little thing that he was protective of, so much that he didn't want anyone to see it, especially not those quints.
He needed to get it back before Nino could see it.
Miku sighed, thinking that Fuutarou was going to try and convince Nino to join them in their tutoring sessions again because that's what he's been doing since last week – rounding them all up so they can study altogether. However, Miku knew her sister more than anyone else, and she was completely sure that whatever the young man was planning wouldn't work.
Still, Fuutarou came all this way to try, and Miku didn't want to be cruel by telling him outright that he should just give up on whatever he was planning. The least she could do is to just let him do what he wanted, and hope that Nino doesn't do anything drastic again.
"You know where her room is. I'm sure she's already awake by now," she spoke, stepping aside to let the young man inside.
Fuutarou gave her a small nod of gratitude before heading inside, where he noticed that there wasn't anyone else around, making him think for a moment if he got here too early and that now he was basically intruding. However, he didn't dwell on it because Miku permitted him to go inside and if she wanted to, she could've told him to go home instead.
He went up the stairs and headed straight to her room and came face-to-face with the door. Thoughts of getting back his student handbook filled his mind completely that he didn't think of knocking and simply opened the door. However, just when his rational side was telling him to knock, he had already turned the knob and the young man was surprised when he realized that the door was unlocked.
Strange… why wouldn't Nino lock her door while she's in her room? Don't girls usually do that because they value their privacy?
After thinking it over a brief moment, he just shrugged it off and thought that she was already awake, so he proceeded inside.
As he entered the room, he almost panicked upon being met with the sight of Nino sleeping soundly on her bed, completely unaware of his presence.
Fuutarou's eyes had widened upon seeing her in this state? Didn't Miku say that she was already awake?
Never mind, this is something that he shouldn't be questioning right now!
Obviously, the better part of his brain was already screaming at him to get out of there before something bad happens that would ultimately result in him destroying any remaining hope of being able to convince Nino to join them, but he didn't move from his place at all.
He came here for his student handbook, and he wasn't going to leave without it.
All he needs to do is find it here and sneak out without ever making a noise. Nino wouldn't even notice that he had been in her room when she wakes up!
With that, he walked silently towards the small cabinet that was nearest to her bed. If she was going to hide his student handbook, then she would put it somewhere that's easy to access.
As he expected, his handbook was nowhere to be found on top of it, which could only mean that it was inside.
He'll have to check through Nino's belongings, whatever they may be inside this cabinet.
"It's alright, I'm not going to take anything that's hers. I'm only taking back what's mine, and then I'll be out of here right away," Fuutarou assured himself with a few deep breaths, before he took a glance at the sleeping girl.
After making sure that Nino was still within her dreams, he knelt down and opened the top part with the intention of getting this over with, only to blush upon what he saw.
A collection of neatly folded underwear was there, and they were all arranged by color. Various pairs of white cotton school girl panties on the left, moving into an assortment of striped, low-cut shimapan in various shades of purple, black, and white. Next to these were high-cut lacy black and lavender pieces in cotton, silk and cool satin. The most revealing garments were on the right, stringy purple thongs, g-strings and even a tiny bikini so skimpy there wasn't enough material there to make a simple napkin.
Fuutarou blushed deeply upon seeing several rows of a female's underwear, especially when they belonged to someone he knew, but he did his best to ignore his growing embarrassment in favor of his goal — he carefully took out several panties and placed them on the carpet so he could see if there was something hidden within.
Of course, as he was doing this, the more he couldn't stop himself from blushing that he was holding a girl's panties.
No matter what reason he had, it doesn't excuse himself from willingly tampering with a girl's belongings, especially her underwear.
"Don't think on this too hard. I'm just here to get back my student handbook, that's it."
Of course, as hard as he tries to keep topics like these off his mind, Fuutarou was still a teenage boy himself and has thought about sex and intimacy a handful of times. There was even a time where he prioritized having a girlfriend over studies!
Plus, even he had to admit to himself that these idiots he was currently teaching were nothing short of beautiful, which included Nino too.
Since they all shared the same face, they were all attractive and Fuutarou could tell that if he wasn't completely focused on his studies, there's no doubt that he would develop a crush on any of them.
He would never admit it to those quints, though, because it could likely cause further problems not just with them, but their father too.
The point is that there's a big difference between him and other boys, which is his self-control. He could tone down those urges to the point that he forgets about them and thinks of other things instead.
And so, he continued to ignore his growing hormones as he took out more of Nino's underwear from the drawer After bringing out the sixth pair while simultaneously taking glances at Nino, Fuutarou felt his fingers brush against something hard.
Frowning, he let his fingers move along this object, which had no place among this drawer of delicates. He realized it was a book, or at least a notebook of some kind, which caused him to grin widely.
"Gotcha!" he thought triumphantly.
Fuutarou quickly pulled out what he found with eagerness in his look, only to lose it almost instantly when he realized that it wasn't what he thought it was.
Instead of his student handbook, what he had in his hands was a notebook with a plastic purple cover where the words 'My Diary' could be found.
Fuutarou blinked owlishly.
Nino had never struck him as the type to keep a diary but then again, he had only known these girls for about a week and that girl was the most difficult to understand out of all of them.
Perhaps that was why she was keeping it in her underwear drawer; she might be embarrassed and didn't wish for anyone to find it, not even her sisters.
Fuutarou shook his head as soon as he realized what he was doing. He was getting distracted, which he can't affort to happen. He was running on a time limit right now and the longer he stays here, the more chances of Nino catching him in the act.
"I should put this back and get back to finding that stupid handbook," he thought, but even as the idea passed his mind, his curiosity peaked over it.
What exactly would Nino write about?
Would she write about her school life?
Her thoughts on having low grades?
Her family?
Who knows? Maybe she has even wrote about him as well and if that's true, he could find out why she despised him so much.
Moving almost on automatic, Fuutarou found his fingers opening the notebook immediately. A minute or a two of reading won't hurt, just as long as he gets back to finding his handbook afterwards.
He picked a page at random and before he could start at the very beginning, one particular portion caught his attention for what exactly it conveyed in his mind.
…was too excited. But the embarrassment faded right away and then was I masturbating wildly, making so much noise that anyone in that bathroom could have heard. My fingers felt so good when they went inside me...
Fuutarou's eyes went wide, as he felt something twitch in his pants. A sudden heat rose up on his cheeks, giving his face a deep red hue brought on by an imaginary scenario of Nino in a bathroom with her fingers working around her lower regions.
The young man slammed the notebook shut and threw it to the floor as soon as he recovered from his shock. For a moment, it seemed like he didn't care even if Nino woke up at this very moment and caught him in the act, because what he just saw in that diary of hers had shook him to the core.
Did… Did Nino just admit in writing that she masturbates…?
Why would she write something like that down?
And, perhaps more importantly, was it true?
Could it be true?
He looked around frantically, thinking of the possibility that he'd been caught in some trap, that what he just read was just some trick that Nino had come up with to entice him and humiliate him.
Fuutarou turned towards the girl on the bed, who was still sleeping and even had some of her drool on the side of her mouth. There's no way that she would mess around like this, because she couldn't have known that he was going to sneak into her room in order to get his handbook back.
He waved his hand in front of her face a few times to reassure himself further and when she didn't react in any way, it gave him the answer he wanted.
He picked up the diary carefully, like a man reaching into a bag of snakes, and stared at the notebook like it's some sort of hidden relic.
He had to read this.
Fuutarou didn't know why or how or anything else, but he had to read it despite the decent part of his brain screaming that it was wrong.
Thinking of such an obscene and outrageous thing like masturbation from a girl like Nino had caught his attention for a lot of reasons.
One of them was obvious and it's something he won't deny; he was still a teenager and after finding out that one of the girls whom he has interacted with on a regular basis has done 'that' to herself, he couldn't help but be curious as to why and how that happened.
Another is the fact that it is simply ridiculous to think that someone like Nino has masturbated, in a bathroom, no less. If that's not enough, then based on the context of what he just read, it means that she did that while being out in public!
It sounded bizarre to think about, but Fuutarou knew that there should be more this… this tale of twisted debauchery, and the answers to that lied in his hands.
"Just a few minutes… I'm only going to see what the hell is this thing all about," he whispered to himself.
Fuutarou sat on the nearby chair, his elbows resting on his legs, and the notebook directly in front of him. He took a glance at the door and quickly locked it, just in case, before returning to his seat.
Taking a deep breath, Fuutarou dipped his head and flipped through the notebook, before he landed on a random page.
~Diary Entry #124~
I hate this stupid school. It's so different from Black Rose and it's a damn hassle to adjust to everything right away. One, this place is hell of a lot bigger than Black Rose, which means you can easily get lost here if you're someone new. I'm just lucky that I was with everyone else while we were exploring the school. Next, the whole cafeteria is fucking noisy when it's lunchtime that I can't concentrate on eating. It's times like that that I want to be like Itsuki and just ignore anything that isn't food. Third, the classes are soooo boring that I just want to sleep while the teacher is talking. I don't care if I get in trouble for that, when the teacher can't even get the attention of his students!
Being in this school is stupid!
Still, the only good thing that came out of here so far are the people. Back in my old school, I've had a handful of friends that I love hanging out him but obviously, I can't do that anymore. I'll have to restart from the top here and build a circle of friends around me. It shouldn't be hard because I've met a few girls today but along with that, I came across some guys too.
This is the biggest difference between Black Rose and Asahiyama. The moment I stepped into this school, a lot of heads turned towards me. I saw the way they look at me, how they shuffle closer when they try to introduce themselves, and how they act while I'm nearby. It's only my first day here and I can already tell that a lot of guys have their eyes on me. A rare exotic beauty they can possess and defile. Boys normally think I don't notice, but I do. My mind is constantly alert for anyone who tries to make a move on me or my sisters. Ha! Let them try. I'll drug their asses and send them back to their homes in boxes.
Of course, even someone like me eventually needs to blow off steam, and that means... I admit, I would prefer doing it in the shower but that's not always possible. But, eh. It's just a way to unwind. I'm entitled to that, just like everybody else. I've been doing it ever since by the end of middle school and my sisters don't know a thing about it. Because of so much stress from everything, I should find comfort in what I can, right? Almost every night makes me feel cold, but the sheets are soft and warm against my skin. Something takes over me — I can't really explain it, but any girl will understand. It's a very nice 'something'. Even if our rooms are literally beside each other, I'm sure none of my sisters know when I play with myself.
Fuutarou suddenly felt his throat go dry, his heart rate rising from both nervousness and anticipation.
"I shouldn't be reading this," he thought, realizing that what he held in his hands was nothing less than a very personal, very detailed and extremely intimate diary.
At the same time it was also, perhaps, a key to understanding someone who can't withstand his mere presence, even if it meant violating her privacy.
Hey, she's been constantly antagonizing and belittling ever since he first showed up, even going as far as to spike his drink just to kick him out of their home. If anything, this little act paled in comparison to everything she's done.
Anyway, a young girl like Nino masturbating couldn't be that shocking. After all, it's a normal thing for everyone and if he had to be honest, he has done it himself as well, but that was a long time ago.
Nino had as much right to pleasure herself as everyone.
Fuutarou took a deep, steadying his breath. Yes, it wasn't that shocking, and it wasn't like he should judge Nino based on what she did with her own body. Maybe it just caught him off guard because he never expected that someone like Nino would do explicit things to herself, much less write those experiences in a diary.
He kept reading.
When Papa told us that there was going to be a tutor who'll come and teach us, I hated it. I didn't want a stranger to come into our lives and ruin our bond as a family. I don't want a damn tutor and we sure as hell don't need one. Even if we fail our exams, we can do things on our own, because that's what we've always done. I assumed Uesugi would get the hint and leave us girls alone after I put him to sleep, but no.
He was going to continue being our tutor.
I couldn't take it. I was mad. But not because he was still here. It's because I didn't know how to feel about it. I didn't know if I should be happy, sad, angry, disgusted, or anything! I may be stupid when it comes to school stuff, but I'm not dumb when it comes to my feelings. I can tell when someone has an effect on me, and… well, I guess he does things to me. Things I can't explain. And it's a surprisingly good feeling.
Fuutarou frowned and took a quick glance at the sleeping Nino, looking confused. He did 'things' to her? What could she meant by that? What things ?
Regardless, I had to put on an act. I had to pretend that I didn't want him around, for the sake of my pride. Eventually, I realized that I'm glad someone was there for me and my sisters and also thankful that he wasn't some ugly pimply-faced pervert who had different intentions. That same night, after Uesugi made us take that stupid test, I tried to close my eyes but I couldn't sleep. There was something bothering me, and I knew just how to deal with that. My fingers slipped down inside my panties and gave my pussy a little rubbing. I rubbed and rubbed and rubbed, and eventually I saw Uesugi's face leaning over me. I still remember how I gave a little cry and clawed at the sheets with my toes as I came thinking of him for the first time.
The first time— the first of so many. That jerk. Thinking of him makes me feel better when I'm alone in my room, amd I don't know why. Maybe it's because I see how determined he is to help us whenever I look at him. Or maybe I just think he's cute, even if he's not my type. I don't know. I suppose this makes me the idiot. I'm the one who can't figure things out or why I feel the way I feel. I really wish I could talk to him. But… well, I think he won't understand. He doesn't know… what I think about.
He doesn't know it's him. I can't tell him, for obvious reasons. I can't let my pride slip, especially not with my sisters around. If I don't have my pride then I don't have anything. Baka, I deserve nothing but shame for letting a boy mess me up like this. Baka. Baka. Baka.
Fuutarou was stunned. He stared at the words on the page as his mind tried to analyze what he just read.
Nino, the girl who despised him from the moment they met, openly admitted she masturbated thinking of him. And she didn't know how to feel about it, or about him.
He knew that he couldn't dwell on it for long, so instead of thinking deeply about what he learned, he continued to read through the diary's contents.
~Diary Entry #125~
Failing the test that Uesugi gave us made me really angry, not just because of him, but also myself. I hate to admit it, but me and my sisters are hopeless when it comes to academics. Even though Itsuki tries her best, she can't pass her exams like the rest of us.
As we met Uesugi on the way to school, I realized that he's not that bad when it comes to looks. It's jus that his expression makes him look like an asshole who will never talk to anyone, but it seems like he can talk to us in a civil manner. Still, I hope that he finds me attractive, because I know what I feel for him.
I want him.
I know that we didn't start out in the best of ways, but I need to know if he finds me attractive, at the very least. Even if we look like each other, I'm confident enough in myself to stand out among my sisters when it comes to looks. After that, I'll figure out how to get him to notice me more.
I caught him staring at my chest once and pretended that I didn't see, so that must count for something, right? I expected he would try something, but he never did. He never so much as complimented me. He looked but then as soon as I tried making eye contact with him, he'd turn away with a scowl on his face. Why? Why must he be like that?
During the festival, I made a show of being haughty, hoping to egg him on. After I got separated from my sisters, Uesugi made me hold on to him as he led me out of the massive crowd. He looked so cool while doing that, and it made me want him even more. I led the way to the building where we were supposed to watch the fireworks altogether, but no one was there besides us.
No, I didn't expect to be alone with him. I really forgot that I was the only one who knew the address of the building, so we were completely alone there. The idiot didn't even have my sisters' numbers, so he couldn't call them and tell them where we were.
Regardless, this was an opportunity for me to get his attention. If only he didn't start blabbering about history, then I would have figured out something that I could do to seduce him.
I wanted him, and I WANTED him inside me. There's no point lying about that. From the way he doesn't give up on trying to make us study, I thought perhaps I understood something about Uesugi, and that he understood me. I would have let him do it. I would have let him do anything to me. I had wanted it so bad.
But that was when we saw Ichika within the crowd. I couldn't put my plan in motion because I had to call her. She wasn't picking up her phone, which made me worried if something was wrong. Thankfully, Uesugi volunteered to go and get her and I was honestly about to thank him, but his next words made something inside me shatter into a million pieces.
Uesugi told me that he didn't like being alone with me.
He didn't like being here with me.
He doesn't like me.
HE DOESN'T. HE DOESN'T. HE DOESN'T.
WHY DOES HE HATE ME SO MUCH? WHY DOES IT HURT THINKING ABOUT IT?
That night, I felt the worst that I have felt in a long time, even if I did get to watch the fireworks with everyone. I threw myself on my futon and hugged my pillow and l almost cried. Bastard. What was it about me he disliked so much that he wouldn't even want me? Am I so hateful? Did I have to scream it out loud for him to get it? Baka.
WHY DOES HE HATE ME?
I don't understand. I don't understand anything about him. I don't know why it's important to me, why I feel so empty now, but I just do. And because of that, I can't give up. I don't know anything about giving up.
I don't remember what I dreamt that night, but I do remember I waking up in an awkward position on my bed. Anyway, I don't remember. But I wish I had the guts to tell him what I wanted right in his face. But, I'm not very different from him. I can't even show him what I truly feel.
In the morning, I thought about yelling at him. I was angry and frustrated and hurt. But in the end, I just swallowed up all those things. I buried them like I always do and let them keep eating away at me and hoped that he might see me differently one day. I still got to watch the fireworks with my sisters, and that calmed me down at least. I could forget for a little while how I really felt.
"So that's what she was thinking the whole time while we were up there."
Fuutarou shook his head, confused and even angry for not getting it. But how could Nino expect him to? She was acting hostile towards him the whole time, and there wasn't any part of her that screamed, "Notice me, Uesugi!" other than her yukata, but that one was a given. She couldn't really fault him for that, because her actions spoke louder than words and what he understood from her was that she didn't like him or wanted him around.
Never had it occurred to him that Nino was trying to get his attention all along.
But did Nino really wanted him to, as she wrote it, 'put it inside her'? Did that mean she wanted to… no, surely. That couldn't be right. That's impossible, she hated his guts and she didn't want him around.
Fuutarou flipped the page, licking his lips that had gone dry. He had to know more. Whatever reservations he had about invading Nino's privacy were now long gone. He wanted badly to understand her, and the only hope he had for that was reading this.
This was her mind put on paper. Her ideas and personality. Her hopes and fears. If he could figure this out, then maybe he had a chance to figure Nino out as well. Then he could figure out a way to finally get her to trust him and have both parties benefit.
Nothing had ever seemed more important.
At that point, Fuutarou lost all interest in the world around him and focused his undivided attention on the notebook.
~Diary Entry #126~
I've been a bad girl.
I've read an online article about trying new experiences, but I never imagined I'd go into a store to buy a magazine full of lewd pictures. The way the guy behind the counter looked at me, though… I couldn't help feeling like the whole store was watching me the entire time.
My whole face was so red. And, well… when I started walking, I noticed my panties were very wet. I felt the cloth rubbing against me and sticking on my flesh. I had a hard time fighting back a few moans, but my pussy ached for just one touch. I bit my lip, trying to resist, but it was no good. As I walked through the crowds out of the store, everything just got hotter. It's not the first time I've bought a dirty magazine, but I wanted something new, and… ah, those paddles certainly looked interesting, right? Then you have the collars, belts, whips, rope— anyway, you get the idea.
Knowing that I was carrying it, suddenly made every look from a stranger a lecherous stare. My heart was pounding, and other parts deep within me throbbed with anticipation. By now, my panties were completely soaked through, letting small rivulets run down my thighs under the skirt.
I couldn't take it anymore.
When I got to the train station, I hurried for the bathroom. Thankfully all the stalls were empty. I picked the last one, opened the magazine I had, took off my skirt, and dropped my panties.
I have never done this in public. I always did it whenever I'm at home or even in school. It was beyond embarrassing, but as I rubbed my fingers all over my itching cunt, I started moaning with pleasure. I couldn't keep myself quiet, no matter how hard I tried. My body was too excited. But the embarrassment faded right away and then was I masturbating wildly, making so much noise that anyone in that bathroom could have heard. My fingers felt so good when they went inside, digging out warm liquid from my deepest parts. It didn't take long before I was flowing like a waterfall. Everything was covered in my cunt juice, even my shoes. I rocked back and forth, thrusting my hips into the air as if I were riding an invisible horse. Over and over, and deeper. I felt myself clenching around my fingers, my mouth hanging wide, and my eyes rolling back.
This whole thing seemed quite impossible. Here I was, the proud and strong sister out of five quintuplets, masturbating in a dirty train station bathroom, and loving every moment of it. I focused on my hand, on moving it, grinding myself with my palm and thrusting my fingers in and out. My legs spread apparently on their own as my body surrendered to this shameful pleasure I was addicted to. Even now, it makes my face turn red remembering it but I couldn't help how good it felt.
Then I came, hard. Everything just went white for a moment and my mind blanked out. I forgot all about my frustration and worries and suddenly felt only an intense, empty bliss. I cried out and moaned without restraint and called Uesugi's name. I was happy. My breathing was ragged and my head was spinning, my body shaking from bliss and ecstasy running all the way through me.
But my happiness didn't last. I knew that it couldn't, of course. Nothing that makes me happy ever lasts.
I could feel my heartbeat slowing as I came down from the foggy high of my climax. My breathing settled into heavy pants. Eventually, the pleasure receded and I returned to my senses and the shame — knowing where I was and what I was doing. It was disgusting. My fingers were now wet and sticky, my thighs and pussy soiled, and my panties wrinkled, soaked in leaking girl juice. I was so dirty, so shameful.
I was a bad girl.
And bad girls should be punished.
Sunday morning, I returned to the shop and bought one of the paddles I found in the magazine. I was lucky that my sisters were all in their rooms minding their own business when I got home, so I was able to sneak the paddle into my room.
I stripped myself completely naked and bent over my desk and paddled my ass red. God, it was so good I came within 5 minutes and made so much noise that it's a miracle we have soundproof walls. I haven't been spanked in years, since I was a little girl, and never with a paddle, and obviously never by myself. But… I knew I deserved being punished. I was a bad girl. Always yelling, putting others down, acting like a bully, and masturbating in public.
My ass stung, each cheek glowing red, and I couldn't sit properly for the next day. I think no one noticed, not even Uesugi when he asked us for our email addresses but it was hard, especially in school.
I'm such a bad girl. But I want more. If only it could be Uesugi's hand instead of some lifeless paddle. Maybe if I'm mean enough, he'll get fed up and pull me over his lap. Would I like that? He could make me count each blow after he spanks me, until my butt is red and raw and it hurts to sit. I love my ass, but I love when it stings even more. Does that make me a masochist? Should I even care? It's not that I want to be hit, I think. I just want to have someone who cares enough to correct me when I misbehave. I want someone to care about me. But not just anyone.
I want him.
I want that stupid tutor of mine, Fuutarou Uesugi.
But I'm stupid for wanting it. He wouldn't do it, even if I asked. He doesn't even like me. So I'll just have to be content with the paddle, a perverted wish, and a wounded heart. No matter how much I punish myself… it's my heart that hurts the most.
"I want him," the words echoed in Fuutarou's mind.
He read them over and over and even so, he couldn't believe it. It almost seemed like a cruel joke. And yet there they were, clear as day, and there was no way that she could have used the wrong characters.
One thing was for sure, and that's the fact that Nino wanted him.