Disclaimer: Gotoubun no Hanayome doesn't belong to me, nor its characters.

Fuutarou took a few deep breaths to calm himself after coming to that insane conclusion, as if he needed help processing it.

Nino, the girl who has been actively denying and refusing to see him as their tutor, actually wanted him to do things to her. And not just that, but she wanted more, which involved pulling her over his lap and then giving her the spanking of a lifetime and surely, a lot of other things as well…

The young man felt like he had lost the ability to speak, and his face could be likened to a tomato due to the dark red hue on his cheeks.

He was tempted to just throw the diary away, leave quickly, and do his best to forget about all of this. He didn't care if Nino somehow found out that he was here if it meant erasing his mind of what he read in this notebook.

And yet, despite it all, Fuutarou couldn't help but dip his head and continue to read what was written in Nino's diary.

Whether it's because of his rapidly-growing hormones or pure genuine curiosity, Fuutarou was completely drawn to the second quint's thoughts and experiences that he couldn't just stop reading now.

~Diary Entry #127~

Sometimes during dinner, I wonder what would happen if I walked up to Uesugi and demand him to fuck me right then and there. Would he do it? Is he enough of a man? Probably not!

Even if I stripped myself naked and bent over for him. Even if I spread my cheeks and showed him my bare pussy and asshole.

I know there's boys in school who'd jump at the chance. They wouldn't think twice about it. But Uesugi? He wouldn't even blush nor spare me a glance while I push my fingers inside of me and spray my juices all over the floor. Or he'd just ignore me, like he always does because all that matters to him is making us study. I can't even rely on him to do anything for me, but I can't just forget about him either.

"I'm blushing now, as a matter of fact," Fuutarou remarked while taking another glance at the girl on the bed, having mixed feelings about what Nino thought about him.

Honestly, if Nino just took the time and patience to sit down and have a civil conversation with him, then perhaps they could come up with a compromise that they would be fine with.

However, considering what she had in mind while writing this, he didn't know if he was capable of giving Nino what she wanted.

Was this really how Nino thought of him? What a dirty mind this girl had…

Anyway, he should just continue reading and think about this a lot more later on.

I already don't know how many times I've dreamt of this. How many times I have felt him entering me in my dreams. Splitting me wide open with his cock as I squeal and thrash around in delight. I can't stop thinking about it.

I hate it when I wake up, because my panties and sheets are soaked and I can smell my orgasm in the air like some lewd perfume. This is so frustrating because I want to be awake when I cum. I want to feel the pleasure building up, releasing like a tidal wave all over my body. I want to hear myself moan like a cheap whore on some random street. I want to feel the shame and lust and see my body consumed by them. Perhaps after that, I could ignore my pride and break through the shell that stops me from being honest with everyone around me.

And Uesugi, most of all. If he had any balls… if he would just act… there is almost nothing I wouldn't let him do to me. Why can't he be like that? He's a genius, right? He doesn't look like a nerd, either. He should be bold and daring. A man. He could just shove me down on to the floor, rip my clothes off and have me pleasure him. I can use my mouth or hands, whatever he wants me to use.

The other day, I peeled a whole banana using my lips, and I practiced on cucumbers at least once a week – talk about doing the groceries! I can already feel how shameful that would make me. I can see myself on my knees, my head bobbing back and forth on his crotch as I suck and suck and fill the room with wet surling, dirty noises. I'm burning up just from imagining it, especially when he grabs my hair roughly and forces me to take his cock into my mouth.

Blowjobs are so disgusting to think about, but being used like this… I don't know why, but the idea excites me, and even more if Uesugi makes me do it against my will. I can hear his words, urging me on. His moans. And the bitter saltiness of his sticky white stuff.

I have never tasted cum. But it can't be that bad, right? It probably looks worse than it is. Would I swallow it? Could I even do it? Or would it be better if I let it splash on my face, lips, and nose like some mark to let everyone know that I'm a dirty girl.

I'd wear it like jewelry and feel it dry on my skin. He'd ban me from washing it off. It would definitely smell after a while, but it would be his smell. All of those don't seem so bad, but if I swallow – he'd become a part of me. My stomach would accept his goo even if my mind doesn't. In the end, I guess I would leave it up to him. If only he was a man and not a pushover.

He could come into my room at night, whenever he wants. I'd be sleeping in my birthday suit, my body on display for him. He'd touch me everywhere, his fingers brushing against my skin and hair. Then his lips would descend, sucking my nipples and working his way down, leaving a trail of soft kisses everywhere. I shudder with pleasure just thinking about it. He'd kiss and lick my legs, thighs, knees, all the way to my ankles. My toes would curl and stretch and he'd take them one by one in his mouth. I'd feel helpless… and I'd let him savor every inch of me. Every crease and bump and fold, every little hole. In the end, he'd press his mouth between my legs, right up my moist, warm slit. My soft cunny. Raw, pink and delicious.

Oh, I'm feeling so hot right now. Deep inside, I'm on fire. My fingers rub my clit without rest, slowly, and with my eyes closed I can almost feel like it's someone else. Like he's come to deliver me from this torment. But it's not enough! It's never enough!

Am I kidding myself with these thoughts?

I suppose that's a pointless question. I know it will never happen.

I know he will never act.

God, I hate this so much.

~Diary Entry #128~

I had that dream again – the one where he tells me to give him a blowjob right in front of the class, with the teacher watching and everything. I refuse, of course. "I'd never do such a dirty thing!" and all of the usual responses, but it doesn't help. Before I know it, he has me on my knees and I'm pulling his dick out of his pants and then wrapping my mouth around it. Everyone laughs. I hear gasps and shocked whispers. Yamada even faints, while Otori is close to running out of the room as fast as she can.

I feel so humiliated with all their eyes on me. Everyone is looking at me. Everyone can see my shame as I suck and puff my cheeks and run my tongue up and down Uesugi's cock. I can't stop myself. He puts his hands on my head, but he doesn't force me. I moved on my own, out of my own will.

I am the instrument of my own degradation.

By this point, my panties are soaked through as always. I can feel them become heavier and heavier and stickier on my skin. My hand moves down and starts playing with my pussy, rubbing through my skirt and panties.

But I can't cum.

Uesugi is the one who does, shooting a big load into my throat. I struggle to swallow, but I manage to do it. I can taste the gooey, salty cum filling my stomach. Both nasty stuff and tasty stuff. I lick my lips when I'm done and open my mouth to show him it's all gone, but it's not enough. He claims that I spilled some, even though I know I didn't. I must be punished. He pulls me up by my hair and bends me over the teacher's desk.

They all gather to watch. I feel someone flip my skirt up and pull my panties down around my thighs. My bare ass is there for everyone to see. My face is red, more intense than my own hair and very hot. I could just die from embarrassment. And yet, when his hand hits me, it sends a shudder of pleasure through the layers of muscle right to my clenched pussy and up my womb, through my spine and straight to my brain. The others laugh, but I gasp and whimper in pain.

He hits me again, this time on the other cheek and I could feel my skin ripple. My ass is already burning from the sheer force of his hand. He hits me again and again… each blow leaving a stinging crimson handprint and brought me closer and closer to a shameful climax. But even then, I can't cum because he stops within moments before I could hit my high point every time.

There are tears in my eyes, but my pussy is dripping wet. I beg him to let me cum, but Uesugi doesn't listen and keeps on swinging his hand like I'm a brat who needs to be taught a lesson. Juice leaks from my slit at each blow, spraying out like a pungent mist, betraying the fact that no matter how much I'm punished, I am still a dirty, lewd girl.

I can't even deny it. I know it's true.

As I reach for my pussy and start grinding furiously, I jerk and scream as my climax hits me. I woke up right after that experience, and I am writing this the moment I came to my senses. The sun hasn't even come out yet.

I have to write it, before I forget.

I don't want to forget. It's a good fantasy, and I can read this anytime I feel bothered.

There is still time though, and my fingers are still itching for me. I think I will have a little fun before breakfast, but I'll try not to get any on the pages. This thing is too important to me.

~Diary Entry #129~

Before I prepared everyone's breakfast for the day, I shaved my pussy and it's really nice – not that I had a lot of hair to start with, but still! It's much better this way. My skin feels so soft and smooth and I can get a better grip on things down there. I gave it a test run right away and sat on the table, before I squirted all over the floor in a few minutes. I made so much noise too, but from how my sisters greeted me like they always do, nobody did.

In the afternoon, I went to my usual store. My order hasn't come in yet, to my utter frustration. It'll take the end of this week, at the very least. Damn it. On my way out, I noticed the new magazines on display. They were all boring stuff except for one which had a girl on the cover, naked and being led around outside on a leash and collar like she was a dog. She was on the street doing that!

It looked so weird, but it got me thinking. There must be at least a dozen boys at school who wish they could do that to me…

What a thrill that would be! Nino Nakano, the second of five quintuplets and a social butterfly in school, being led around on all fours like a halfbreed mutt, butt naked and barking on command. It's so LEWD! Could I ever do something like that? For the boys at school– wait, no. I'm not that desperate.

But if he asked… if Uesugi ordered me… I guess I would have no choice, would I?

Then again, that's impossible. Sigh.

I wonder what would happen if I decided to force the issue? For instance, let's say I just walk out of my room completely naked one morning and pretend everything is normal. I head into the kitchen and make breakfast like I always do and talk to my sisters like nothing's wrong. Once Uesugi arrives, I'll walk up to him and say 'Good morning, Uesugi', before walking away while swaying my ass left and right for him to see.

What would he do? Would he turn around and ignore me even then? Apologize for me forgetting to wear my own clothes? If I dropped on my knees like the woman in that magazine and crawled to him like a dog, would he even look? What if I yelled 'FUCK ME ALREADY, UESUGI! BREED ME LIKE THE STUPID DUMB BITCH I AM!', would he even hear me out?

Ah, who am I kidding, he'd either tell me to stop playing around and just join them in studying or he'll ignore me completely and focus on my sisters instead. It ticks me off so much! Why does my life have to be this frustrating? Why can't I have what I want just for once?

I was all alone in my room this afternoon, but I felt completely bored because the idiot was just downstairs, teaching three of my sisters while ignoring me. I don't want to lie around in bed until I fall asleep, so I went to the kitchen and fixed myself some tea before heading back to my room.

There's something to be said for working in a kitchen in the nude. I love cooking, and to do that while being naked is very liberating. It almost feels natural and every time I do it, I get a rush of toe-curling pleasure. An added bonus. Who knew tea went well with a good fingering? The first time I did it, I felt so intoxicated with my own scent that I ended up spilling the hot tea all over my body and now, I make it a habit to be completely bare every time I drink it!

I wonder what dream I will have tonight. Maybe I'll be a dog girl with a whole litter of red-haired puppies. As long as it's a dream and not a nightmare, I don't really care. Waking up with sodden panties and biting down on your pillow while you cum is so much better than waking up and feeling scared.

~Diary Entry #130~

I've been a bad girl again. Oops. I had this crazy idea– a naughty crazy idea like these things go. I knew I could do it easily, but still not sure if I should. I mean, it's the sort of thing I would hate if anyone did it to me. The way Uesugi looked at me today really ticked me off, though. And it wasn't that he looked, but the fact that as soon as I noticed, he tried to avert his gaze and pretend that he wasn't staring at me.

Dumbass! I'm just here in front of the table wearing shorts and a small tank top, the hell do you think I want? It doesn't take a genius to put it together and you're one!

So, anyway. I was mad. I wanted payback. After I caught him staring a second time, I went back to my room and I put the idea I had into action. I dropped my panties and grabbed the idiot's stupid handbook and grinded it against my puss–

Fuutarou choked and spat a curse, nearly falling off his chair but managing to steady himself before that could happen. He turned to the girl on the bed with a dumbfounded look, and almost felt the urge to run to the kitchen and wash his mouth.

No, she wouldn't. She couldn't. Could she? His handbook? Why the hell would she use that in her acts of debauchery? Surely, she couldn't have done that. It was just some kind of twisted revenge fantasy because she was so upset with him staring at her clothes – or not staring at them, it seems. That part confused him like hell, because he wasn't ogling her and he was only trying to figure out a way to convince her to join them in studying.

Frantically, Fuutarou tried to deny that Nino actually used his student handbook to masturbate in his mind, but what if she really did?

"Damn it, Nino!" the young man groaned, and internally swore to wash that thing once he finds it, including the photo that's inside. Hopefully, it didn't become soggy or anything, because he treasured that picture too much.

Fuutarou was sorely tempted to wake up the sleeping quint and demand to know where his handbook was, but he took in a few deep breaths in order to calm himself, before he simply went back to reading.

After doing that, I knew I had to be punished. I waited for everyone to go to sleep before I took out my paddle and went at it until I couldn't stand the pain, biting down on my sheets, and my ass up in the air. I was completely naked, of course. I'm always naked when I punish myself. I like how vulnerable it makes me feel, like I have nothing left to protect me, not even my pride nor my attitude.

No one noticed– or at least, no one said anything besides commenting on my posture while sitting the next day. I had quite an aching bum all throughout school.

In the afternoon, I received a call that my package had come in earlier than the expected time, so I went to pick it up at the store. Suzuki-san had it ready for me on the counter and I have to admit, I didn't feel the least bit of shame when I asked if I could try them on. He not only ordered these things for me but he actually helped measure my wrists and ankles.

Custom and padded black leather cuffs. Brilliant. Once I closed the locking buckles and snapped them together I could barely move my hands more than two inches apart. The ankle cuffs have about a foot of chain between them, so I can barely walk but it's not much. A longer chain attached my wrists to my ankles, making the whole set up secure and with the padding, all four cuffs can be worn for hours. I've seen many girls wearing things like this in the magazines, but it wasn't until I had them on that I really appreciated and liked how helpless they left me.

I must admit that my heart started to beat faster as I twisted my wrists in the restraints. I gave a testing tug with my right wrist and sure enough, I felt the cuffs straining against my limbs while the chains grew taut. I stretched a leg out and my wrists were pulled down. Yanking my hands in opposite directions, I noticed they were almost immediately stopped and held in place by the other.

Good. Very good. Maybe too good? I was already starting to feel a familiar tingling inside me, and while in public!

This was almost better than I had imagined! Part of me wanted to wildly thrash around and fully bask in the sense of total helplessness, but even while I was chained up in that sleazy shop, I didn't want to appear like such a perverted fool. Well, anyone who looked could already tell that I was a pervert. While you're in this place, that's almost a given. But there's quite a difference between that and being foolish.

The last accessory in the package was a large rubber ball-gag, which Suzuki-san put on me. "That's something to keep that big mouth of yours quiet," he said. "Whenever you give yourself to a man, make sure to bring that along."

Very funny, man… but I don't need dating advice from the guy running the naughty sex store. I didn't say it, though. I couldn't. The ball pressed down on my tongue, making it impossible to form coherent words or do much more than blurt out a few muffled grunts and groans. It was really effective. I wouldn't even be able to protest if a certain someone finally decided to sneak into my room at night and have his way with me.

When I gestured – the gag can be locked, so I couldn't take it off without the keys either – for Suzuki-san to remove the cuffs, I half-expected he would refuse. Then, like in the movies, he'd turn me over to his other regulars who'd take turns going wild on me.

Just imagine this poor defenseless girl getting creampied in all her holes! Shocking stuff! I'd be covered in strange men's semen from head to foot after hours of being used in every way possible. When they're finally done, I'd be a regular old cumdumpster, completely addicted to sex. I know it's disgusting to think about but, between that fantasy and the restraints, I couldn't help feeling my arousal building up in my pussy.

Like I said, I'd been bad and needed punishment.

For real though, Suzuki-san just unlocked the cuffs and gave me the keys. Nothing more than that. I think he noticed the disappointed look on my face, but given the heat I felt in my cheeks, maybe he mistook it for something else (or took it for exactly what it was and decided to spare me the embarrassment of having my arousal exposed with other people waiting in line? I guess running a sex shop doesn't automatically mean you enjoy humiliating teen girls, even the ones who wet their panties while trying out cuffs and gags).

In the end, the whole thing was more expensive than I originally thought, mainly because they were custom-made instead of the original ones. Other than that, I also added a small vibrator – the box calls it a personal anti-stress device, which is a huge lie – and an egg vibe that I can put inside me without much trouble, and with some lube. The egg vibe can be worn under the clothes during class, since the battery holder has a velcro strap that goes around the thigh. Good stuff. I wonder what Papa will say when he sees my credit card? I guess I can always claim it was stolen. Suzuki-san also threw in a matching purple rubber buttplug for free, and he laughed when I was surprised that people could put something up their butts. "Try it and you'll see," he said.

I did. And now I love it. Anyone who claims they are anal retentive and has never shoved a rubber cone into their backsides don't know what they're talking about. Damn, who comes up with this stuff?

Anyway, I'll wait for the weekend and try the whole combo together. I can freeze the key in an ice cube so I have to wait for it to thaw before I can unlock myself, all the while being trapped and helpless. Maybe I'll find a pillow I can hump in the meantime, or buy some kind of blow-up doll? (Something to think about later) Should anyone interrupt me, they'd be able to do whatever they want with me. WHATEVER THEY WANT. I'm nowhere near that lucky.

Oh, and call it crazy, but I am hoping that he walks into me while I'm in this get-up and loses his mind. That way, I'll finally get what I want and then we'll have lots of fun together.

~Diary Entry #131~

If Uesugi grabs my hair from behind and bends me over, there's no way I can get away. Then he can just line himself up and push his dick inside me while I moan. I'm used to fingers inside but never a cock. What would it feel like? I guess that depends on how big he is. Even if he isn't very big, I think I'd still enjoy it. He can then wrap his other hand around my waist and ram himself into me over and over and over as I squeal in shame and/or delight as the situation requires, using my hair like handlebars and pull on them as hard as he wants.

Oh, I would make a lot of noise.

Maybe he prefers doing it from the front? Standing? That would still be fun. I can put my legs around him and let him lift me up, his hands under my ass, letting all my weight drive me down onto him when he pumps his hips up. Is he strong enough? I'm not really sure, because he looks like a wimp at first glance. But, I'm not going to say anything until I see the real deal for myself.

As he fucks me, he can bend down his head and suck on my breasts. I know he would like these things, because me and my sisters have a really large bust size for high-schoolers. Plus, I've seen him staring a few times even before I tried to get his attention. They are so pink and sensitive, and they get SOOOO hard! Have I mentioned I once tried sucking them myself while masturbating? With how big my breasts are, it's so easy to do and very arousing.

Heck, I've even tried licking my own wet pussy, but I'm not flexible enough to do that. There's really something perverted about that, isn't there? Something very personal, too. Eating my own cunt, tasting myself directly from the source.

Wait, wait. This is about fucking! Focus, Nino.

Alright, well, if we're in public there will naturally be more shame and the risk of being found out, of course. But I don't care. Shame and risk both enhance the pleasure that I feel and make it different than plain old vanilla sex. Besides, I'm not afraid of a little risk. So long as he can have me, it could happen anywhere. He can stand behind me in the train and have a quickie, or in a supply closet at school. Anywhere. Doesn't matter. I'd be happy simply because it's happening. My sleeve was made for his meat.

And yet, I know it's impossible, and I'm so frustrated that it's really been affecting my mood recently. Can't he see that? We can do it missionary if he likes – would he even know what that is? – or he can 69 me. Doggy style seems better, though. He can go as deep as he can into my womb and I like the idea that he'll take me like I'm his little bitch.

Yeah, none of this will happen, which makes it worse that I keep thinking about it. It's like when you know you can't have something and you keep going back to it over and over. The mere fact that something is banned just makes it more attractive, and I guess that's the case with me.

I could have any boy at school if I wanted to, but I don't want that. I don't know why. That's just how it is. I gave up trying to understand my heart a long time ago.

Um, should I tell him to pull out? Would he know that he's supposed to do that? I don't think I'd like it if he's wearing a condom but, well, the forbidden part of it is what makes it more attractive, right? So if he shoots off inside me… it would be dangerous but also special. It would be something I want and something I don't want mixed together but also, once he's done it inside me I know that there's no possible way I could go back. I'd be marked by his seed. My womb would belong to him, and my whole body too…

I don't want to be pregnant this soon, but I want to FEEL him. I want to know what it's like having nothing between us. I want this part of him inside me.

Would he also want it? I suppose that's a question I can't answer. If he fucks me during an unsafe day, it's almost a guarantee that he would impregnate me. How would that make him feel? I'd scream and rage and maybe even cry but in the end, I'd accept it. What about him? Can he take responsibility for such reckless actions? Probably not. In the end, I'd be forced to give it up, but I couldn't do that. It would be like giving up a part of him.

Ack, what does it even matter? I'm just ranting now. I should probably go get something to eat. It's late and fantasies will never fill an empty stomach, as much as I wish they would.

"Nino…" he whispered to himself, feeling something tug his heartstrings after reading the last part of that entry. He had been doing his best to ignore the earlier entries where Nino constantly mentions her fantasies of having sex with him, but this was something that he couldn't help but pay attention to.

Okay, maybe he can take this girl having fantasies about him, but being parents? It sounded downright ridiculous, especially when it came from Nino's thoughts. It just seemed too much for a teenager like her to think about this early… was she desperate to have sex or something?

Still, the way she implied that he wouldn't take responsibility for bearing a child caused a spike of anger to build up inside him.

"I wouldn't do something like that," Fuutarou thought, having the urge to tell Nino right in the face that he wouldn't leave her to take care of a child on her own, in the hypothetical scenario where he and Nino indeed have sex and he impregnated her as a result. He knew better than to not take responsibility over something that he did, even if that meant raising a baby at this age.

Realizing that this diary was affecting more than he had thought, Fuutarou went to the most recent entry to read what Nino had written there. Afterwards, he would take this back to her drawer and find his handbook before leaving, then find ways on how to forget everything that he just read so he could focus on his studies and being a tutor once again.

However, the moment he laid his eyes on the first paragraph – his face went red right from the start and it remained like that for quite a while.

~Diary Entry #132~

I hear the leash and the little bells clamped on my tits and clit jiggling as he leads me out of the building, and immediately the cold air of the night bites down on my naked body. I'm on my hands and knees, stripped of everything save the collar – even my butterfly ribbons are gone. The collar has a tag with my name, letting the whole world know who I am. Big black letters on my butt read 'Fuutarou's bitch' across one cheek and 'slave cunt' across the other. Between them, there's a fluffy tail dangling from a large rubber buttplug stuffed in my ass, and I feel it grinding inside me every time I move.

Without any care for my discomfort, he takes me towards the street, my rump swinging from side to side, and the tail gently stroking the back of my thighs. A crowd is watching, but I am so overcome with shame and arousal that I feel like my body will spontaneously cum.

I am helpless. They are gawking at me! Whispering. Their faces were shocked. Some take out their phones and snap pictures of me, of this lewd dog girl being led around like an animal. I tremble. My pussy throbs and something inside me craves for more. He takes me near a fire hydrant at the end of the block. I know what to do. I lift my leg and let loose. A golden stream arches through the air and splashes down on the ground.

The smell of my own piss torments my nostrils, and I know the others can smell it too. My head slumped down in shame, but I could still feel the arousal building. Soon, I don't feel the cold at all.

He gives the order. I rise up and place my feet on either side of the hydrant. My toes clench against the pavement as I turn my knees outward and shove my pelvis forward, half squatting, humping the hard red metal. My naked body glows from the street light overhead. Sweat trails on my skin, but it pales in comparison with the wetness between my legs. I feel my pussy pulsing, its warmth spreading upwards to my stomach. I'm filled with shame but even then I can't stop.

Another order comes.

My arms are folded up to my shoulders, wrists limp, like a dog begging. My breasts heave, jiggling slightly, and the bells chime, showing everyone how hard my nipples have become. I feel them throb, squeezed by the bell clamps. My tongue rolls out and streams of saliva with it, dangling from my lips. I pant and bark and lose myself in the humping, masturbating. My clit is hard and swollen, sending electric waves through me with the tiniest motion that I do.

I'm a bitch in heat, ignoring the crowd pressing around me but reveling in the wanton looks and the clear desire I see on their faces. I hear cameras clicking, followed by lewd comments that would make a sailor blush.

Whore. Slut. Cunt.

Yeah, in my mind, I know I am all those things and more. My arousal rises to a whole new level, removing my worries as it does, washing them away, until I no longer need to worry about being embarrassed.

Yep, what a whore indeed!

I am so hot right now, but my pussy feels SOOO good. It spasms as I yelp and yip and howl into the nighttime air, letting myself go completely. My tits and clit all hurt. I play with them quite roughly, tugging and twisting, then teasing with slow tender motions. I love it. Even this new level of being shameful can't rob me of such intense pleasure. My pussy burns, crawling towards release.

Everything is much easier like this. I do what I'm told. I don't have to care about what anyone thinks. I'm happy.

Letting out a deep breath that he had been holding in, Fuutarou finally closed the notebook and looked down on the floor in an attempt to take in everything that he read about in this extremely detailed and intimate diary. His face showed internal conflict, mainly regarding Nino and her apparently complicated personality.

His feelings were beyond confused towards everything he learned. The words on each page contradicted almost everything he'd come to understand regarding the second Nakano quintuplet so far. How could the Nino he knew – proud, haughty, mean, savage – have written this? How could someone like her dream of being fucked, of masturbating, and imagine herself being impregnated by having sex?

Nino, as he firmly believed, would never do any of this stuff. She'd never go into a sex shop to buy dirty magazines or order cuffs or buy sex toys.

Not Nino.

Not the girl he knew, who apparently became upset when he merely looked at her while she was dressed in loose clothes. The girl who drugged him for trying to convince them to study wouldn't possibly demand that he 'breed' her like a bitch or claim that she punished herself naked with a paddle.

It was too ridiculous to be true.

But what if…

Fuutarou shook his head, and noticed that he was hard down there. In fact, he'd been hard for quite a while, starting from when he read through that first entry. His shorts were straining with a tent that could match any circus. As weird as they were, these words and the images they created in his mind, aroused him with an incredible intensity. But instead of providing true insight into what's in Nino's mind, they left him floundering, because had no way of knowing how much of this was genuine desire, how much was fantasy, and how much actual reality.

Was any of it true at all? How could Nino want him yet treat him like how she does everyday?

He didn't know, and he didn't think he could ever know. Admitting that he did would require that he'd also admit to taking the diary and reading Nino's most private thoughts, her fantasies, her secrets. And that would humiliate her.

That was, of course, just another fantasy. One more among many, and about as likely to come true as any other. Fuutarou didn't know how to feel thinking about it. But even then, he couldn't deny the appeal, or the simple fact that knowing Nino had such a lewd side, on top of everything else, made him very hard.

Again, he was still a normal teenager by the end of the day, and he can still feel aroused like any other guy out there. And his damn imagination creating mental images of every scene that was written in the diary certainly didn't help his case… he couldn't ignore this like what he has always done in the past.

Fuutarou's world was far from perfect, however. The diary must go back inside that drawer, same as all the panties he took out earlier. And come the next day, he would somehow need to look at Nino in the eyes again, and this time without blushing – without imagining her naked and shackled and completely at his mercy like in one of her fantasies. It would be – the young man could already tell – an utterly difficult task.

"Only that's not how she wants to think of me," Fuutarou reminded himself.

Having read the diary, it was still difficult to recognize that this 'fantasy Fuutarou' that Nino had constructed in her mind and used as fuel for her lewdest desires had anything to do with who he really was. And yet, she obviously longed for something like that in him, or else she wouldn't have written what she did.

It made him feel awkward and flustered at the same time, for obvious reasons.

"I still have to put it back," Fuutarou told himself. "Once she notices it's gone, she's obviously going to blame me when she notices that my student handbook is also missing. Plus, I'm sure Miku won't hide the fact that I've been here to get it back. what will she do?"

Even after all of the things that he read about her, Fuutarou didn't want to find out. Nino, no matter what she wrote about herself on paper, was still Nino. She still knew how to drug him, and he wouldn't be angry at her for it, because he knew that he deserved it.

He sighed deeply as he went towards her dresser and placed her diary at the bottom of it carefully, before doing the same for the rest of her underwear that were on the floor. As he did so, he couldn't help but think about what Nino wrote in her diary regarding him once again.

Did she really want him to be more assertive? And did she really wish for him to do the perverted things she'd written in her diary? He couldn't deny that he found some of those fantasies very enticing. And more than once he thought of putting her in her place, but only to make her study and not make her 'do' certain things!

Again, he had never thought for one second that Nino could imagine those things with herself being on the receiving end, or that she would be so detailed and specific in her descriptions.

He wondered if she had ever really masturbated to thoughts about like she claimed, which was still surprising to think about. He wondered if her behavior — aggressive and dominant — was actually intended to push him into acting more like she fantasized through a simple act of reverse psychology.

Perhaps, she hoped, that eventually he would have no choice but to stand up for himself.

"It's not me she wants," Fuutarou thought. "It's the fantasy version of me in her thoughts. She would never let me do any of that to her and besides, me being assertive? I suppose that was me a long time ago, but not anymore."

After returning the last of her underwear to her dresser, Fuutarou went right back to work and scanned the room for his student handbook, which was what he should've done.

Instead, he found himself standing beside Nino's bed, looking down at the girl's sleeping form and wishing he could understand what her true thoughts and intentions are.

What started out as a desire to know her for the sole purpose of getting her on his side was now a need to understand her for both their sakes. If that diary conveyed what Nino truly felt, then he's been going about his approach in the wrong way.

Nino was complicated. Of course, all girls were, but she in particular presented an enigma. And he didn't know how to decipher it, despite being smart and unbeaten when it comes to academics.

She desired him, though not the way he behaved around her. Did that mean there was a chance for her to trust him so long as he acted differently? Surely, it at least had to mean that she didn't hate him like he thought. Or was he wrong? Was everything he'd come to think of her just a misunderstanding?

And what if Nino was the one who was wrong? What if she simply thought that he was capable of such things because of his demeanor most of the time? Fuutarou was well aware of how he acted towards others, and he knew that his attitude has led to trouble more times than he cared to count. Would she hate him for shattering that illusion in her mind?

Those were difficult and confusing questions, ones that he had no concrete answers to. But the longer he stood there looking at her, the more that another emotion began to overtake him, one that he has been unable to ignore the moment he saw that fantasy about him impregnating Nino.

Heat began to rise on his cheeks as his eyes took in her, every crease and bump of her feminine form, from her long red hair to her slender bare feet. It was undeniable that he found her as someone beautiful, and she was currently asleep.

Emboldened by the reading — and the window the diary had opened into Nino's mind and deepest secrets — Fuutarou leaned forward, sinking a knee into her bed as he reached down a hand and touched this forbidden, imposing girl on her exposed thigh.

Her skin was warm, supple, carefully maintained with a regiment of creams and soaps that would make any other teenage girl jealous. Nino mumbled in her sleep, stirring absently under his touch. He watched her closely, mesmerized by her and the puzzle that is her inner thoughts.

Once she settled down, he let his hand descend and moved his body along with it, brushing her leg to her knee and then her smooth, shapely calf. Watching Nino stride around in a haughty manner was one thing, but touching her was something else, and Fuutarou was starting to like it. Her legs were soft and gorgeous, their long lean muscles beautiful and feminine, because every part of her was simply beautiful.

Thoughts of finding his student handbook and bolting out of there was completely out of Fuutarou's mind at the moment, and he was filled with thoughts about Nino instead.

Why she wrote those things in her diary, why she fantasized about him, why she was acting like she hated him, and if it was all true.

One could even say that his serious and all-business demeanor was completely thrown out of the window if it meant understanding Nino and what she truly felt. He wondered if this was all just one simple trick by the girl to embarrass him, and he wouldn't even be mad if that was the case.

All that mattered to him right now, was finding out what's really in her mind, even if it meant that he'll have to move past his boundaries and do something that he had never done before.

Her ankles and her feet were a collection of pleasing forms, curves and soft arches capped by long, impossibly cute toes. Like the rest, they were smooth, delicate and warm — perfectly-shaped to go with her perfect feet and perfect body.

Fuutarou's heart thumped away like mad as the forbidden excitement built within him, one that he couldn't acknowledge because his mind was clouded.

At the same time, he couldn't resist.

Slowly… very slowly he bent down, seizing a foot gently in his hand and turning it so the toes would be pointed slightly upward and spread.

He didn't know what came over him, but perhaps it was something on impulse. Something was born from his rapidly-growing hormones and knowing that she harbored a desire for him as well, though it could not be spoken between the two of them for whatever reason.

But here, the defenses were down; her walls were neutralized.

He opened his mouth and took in her big toe, finding no taste as he sucked on it gently. The front of his pants struggled to contain his erection that was already full-mast since reading that diary of hers. He couldn't think straight; there was a part of him that shouted at him not to do this, there was another part of him that wanted him to continue, while there was another that seemed to just go with the flow.

Fuutarou simply closed his mind and focused on what he was doing, because it wouldn't hurt to continue, right?

After a short moment he released the toe, which was now wet with his warm saliva, and moved down the line, sucking the delicate digits one after the other, which was also when he realized the universe hated him.

"U-Uesugi…?" the voice came sleepily, followed a second later by a stir from the girl to whom it belonged.

His heart stopped. His breath seized up. Fuutarou froze — foot in hand and toes in mouth — and looked up. He met blue, sleep-fogged eyes, gazing down at him curiously amidst disheveled bangs and long locks of red hair.

"What are you doing?" Nino asked, her tone rising as her brain re-engaged and brought her back to reality. She quickly yanked her foot away from him, then rolled onto her back and raised herself on her elbows. "Pervert! What the hell are you doing?!"

Fuutarou froze, then swallowed hard, and imagined just how badly he was screwed as his mind finally went back to thinking rationally. And as of now, there's only one thing that can conclude this whole thing.

He was caught.

Doomed.

Dead.