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

Fuutarou sat on the same chair that he had used earlier, aching and conflicted. He had not moved much for over thirty minutes, and even now his mind raced. Perhaps those reactions were understandable given what happened earlier. The simple fact, which was one he couldn't escape, was that he didn't know how or what to feel now that those events had taken place.

Would Nino regret it all? Would she accuse him of taking advantage of her? He had taken her diary and broken into her room, after all. And then lots of other things happened… Nino would have every right to be mad at him. However, that isn't to say that she's not as equally guilty as him. He had asked her several times during their time together if she wanted to continue and in all of them, she insisted that she wanted to do it without hesitation.

If anything, both of them are at fault for this.

With a clean towel, Fuutarou managed to clean up most of the mess they made — after taking a rest from their lovemaking — mainly the carpet and the sheets. Of course, those things needed to be washed to completely eliminate any trace of sex in them but for now, wiping them clean of any fluid is the most appropriate thing to do. He even cleaned up Nino herself after carrying her to her mattress then letting her rest. He dressed her up while at it, just to be assured that she wouldn't go ballistic when she wakes up for the simple reason of being naked.

After cleaning up, Fuutarou contemplated leaving the quints' home and simply wait until tomorrow for him to get his student handbook back. As of now, he didn't know what to feel after losing his virginity to Nino, and he didn't know what he should do now.

In the end, he decided that would not do. Responsibilities and obligations aside, he wanted to be here and talk to Nino about what went down earlier, even if it had the potential to make things very tense between them, and even if it ended up with her yelling at him for what he'd done the moment she saw him. It would be worth it.

Therefore, he just sat there for over half an hour, arms crossed, and looking down on the floor with a conflicted expression on his face. Even while he was deep in his thoughts, he was still able to notice how Nino finally began to wake from her sleeping state. He was tempted to rush over to the side of the bed and ask if she was feeling okay and if she needed anything, but he stayed where he was and remained there.

Nino groaned as her eyes slowly opened, her hair disheveled, and traces of dried saliva on her mouth. Instead of lying there for who-knows-how-long, Nino slowly sat up and began to rub the sleep from beautiful blue eyes.

"Hey," Fuutarou greeted the redhead as she looked towards him, her eyes widening slightly in surprise. Seeing her sent a pang of regret and shame running through the young man, but he did his best not to let it show.

"Um… hey," the redhead replied, suppressing a yawn as continued to rub her eyes before stretching out her limbs afterwards. She then noticed that she wasn't naked anymore, and she was wearing the shirt that she had earlier. Fuutarou must have put it on her while she was sleeping. "How long have you been sitting here?"

"I never left." Fuutarou was surprised that she didn't proceed to scream at him immediately upon seeing that he was here, but he took it as a good sign that she wasn't going to blame him for what happened like she always does.

"Oh," was all that Nino said before everything went silent between them.

Too silent, in fact.

The next few minutes were spent with no one saying a thing, and no one having the intention to, which wasn't how Fuutarou wanted things to go. He was fully expecting her to broach the subject of their nightly activities at any moment — the spanking he gave her, the fast and furious fucking and the way he left her like a used cum rag after he was finished. There was probably still a spot on the carpet that he had not cleaned, and it's where she had oozed out his seed from her ravished cunt.

He couldn't imagine she would keep silent about such a thing.

But not only did she say nothing, Nino kept her head low and her eyes elsewhere, as if she was actively refusing to meet his gaze much in the same way he'd try to avoid meeting hers.

"She probably feels humiliated about what happened," Fuutarou thought remorsefully. She may not be angry with him or blame him for their acts of indecency, but he couldn't say that it was any better than being ignored. It's like she wanted nothing more to do with him, which also meant that any hope of him convincing her to study with him and her sisters was now gone. "I can't say I blame her for not wanting to talk to me."

"It wasn't so bad," she said flatly. "Okay? You don't have to feel like you did poorly."

Fuutarou, who was sitting there with an impassive expression, could only blink as he looked up at her in confusion.

"I mean, it was better than I expected," Nino continued, her cheeks starting to grow faintly pink. Her voice turned lower. "For your first time."

Regaining his composure after feeling surprised that she actually talked to him, he curled a brow at her. "You said it was amazing," Fuutarou reminded her.

"Ah," Something seemed to click in her mind. She scratched her cheek nervously, which had a noticeable red tint on it. "I might have been a bit out of it. But don't get upset. You gave me one of the best orgasms of my life, I can tell you that much. It was more than I could hope for."

"I guess I should be happy you enjoyed it," Fuutarou sighed, while feeling relieved at the same time. It seemed like Nino didn't feel indifferent towards him in any way, and it didn't look like she regretted what they did either.

Nino turned to him with a sharp gaze. "You should be happy I let you have a piece of me. Maybe 'grateful' would be a better word. And yeah, I enjoyed it. There are worse things to get woken up for so early in the morning than sex with someone you have fantasies about. But come on, did you really have to… finish it inside of me?" She brought a hand to touch her lower belly. "That was beyond stupid, you idiot."

It took Fuutarou a moment before he realized what she meant. Then it clicked.

He opened his mouth to speak, then closed it as if he was trying to find the right words to say, before opening it again. "I… I couldn't help it." Even though that was the truth, it didn't make Fuutarou feel any better. It WAS stupid. He could get her pregnant by being careless like that. Hell, he might already have. "I'm sorry. There was just so much happening, and it felt so good that I didn't notice until it was too late."

"If I have a baby, I swear, you'll be the one to take care of it," Nino said, but the tone in her voice didn't sound very serious. Fuutarou wasn't sure why, but it must have something to do with that one fantasy she had about being pregnant. "No excuses. It was you who fucked up so it's going to be your problem too, not just mine. I don't care how good it felt."

"I promise I will," Fuutarou let his head sink slightly between his shoulders, before sending her a frown on his own. Sure, he accepted that he was stupid for not realizing it soon enough, but Nino also shared some of the blame. "But you should have said something."

She didn't back down. "I did."

"It was too late. I'd already—" Fuutarou protested, but stopped himself midway as he realized that arguing with this girl back and forth won't really solve anything. Instead, he took a deep breath and put on a calm expression — as calm as he could at the moment, that is. "Nino, do you think you could be pregnant?"

Nino pressed her lips in thought for a moment before replying, "I doubt it, but there's really no way to know for sure right now. You did fill me up quite well. I still feel some of that sticky stuff leaking out of me right now." She blushed upon saying those words and was about to check if she was still leaking fluids when she noticed the growing look of distress on his face. "Oh, stop that, will you? I'm not in the right period, so it doesn't matter how much there was."

"But what if—" He was cut off by Nino rolling her eyes in clear annoyance. Then the redheaded girl sighed heavily before sending him a frown.

"Look, what's done is done, Fuutarou. We'll have to worry about it later. For now, I… well, there's something I want to give you." With a blush, Nino scooted over to the edge of her bed, reaching into her dresser and retrieving a notebook that was very familiar to the young man, as well as the panties that she had thrown to the floor when they had sex earlier.

While Fuutarou managed to get her to wear her shirt, it looks like he was unable to do the same for her panties. Heh. Even after fucking her senseless, he was still embarrassed to make her put on a simple pair of undergarments? He's gonna have to be a lot more assertive than that, it seems.

"Nino?" He blushed upon realizing what she just brought out. She couldn't be serious, right? Why the hell would she give him these things?

"My diary," Nino confirmed, her blush deepening but managing to throw him a playful smirk. "And a pair of my panties. The same ones I wore earlier before we did it. Honestly, I'm thinking I should just stop wearing panties to sleep anymore, since they get too wet and I'm getting tired of having extra laundry." She handed them out to him with a blush. "I want you to have them both."

Fuutarou was floored and he almost wanted to bang his head against something hard to see if he was just dreaming, but after a short moment of hesitation he accepted this most private of gifts — because he could already tell that if he didn't, something bad would happen. That's just how Nino was.

As he touched the soft cotton fabric, he could have sworn the panties were still warm somehow even though they have been sitting on the floor for almost an hour now.

"Are you sure?" he asked with uncertainty, blushing deeply.

Nino seemed annoyed by his question. "Of course I'm sure. How dense can you be?" Her face wrinkled. "Haven't you wondered why I put that diary in that drawer by my bed instead of somewhere more private?"

Fuutarou shook his head and simply grabbed both unusual gifts and dumped the panties into his pocket, while placing the diary on his lap. At this point, he'll just accept them and get this over with.

"It was… because I hoped that… somehow, you might read it," Nino whispered. Hesitation and uncertainty entered her voice, which was strange for someone like her. "Don't ask me why, or how. It's not like I had a plan for this. That stuff is really embarrassing, especially when I first started. But the more I wrote into it, the more I felt free. It's just much easier being honest in writing. All the stuff that's in there… it's what I want, and also… what I was hoping…" her voice trailed off as the embarrassment became too much. But Fuutarou understood.

"The things you were hoping I would do to you," Fuutarou finished for her. The feeling was rather obvious even to him, and he wasn't good with this sort of thing to begin with. He could only imagine how difficult it was for Nino to say, because her fantasies are things to be embarrassed about.

"If only you weren't such a wimp." Nino bit her lip and let her gaze drift away to the floor between her feet. "I almost lost all hope. After that night when you said you didn't like me, I felt something shatter in my chest. I was so mad. I thought of myself as someone who could make any guy fall for her, then you just tell me that you didn't like me out of nowhere… it felt like my pride got destroyed."

Fuutarou felt the urge to apologize for his harsh words, but he held himself back. It wouldn't be wise to go back on something that happened in the past now that they seem to be fine with each other already. Like what Nino said, what's done is done, and all he could do now was lend her an ear and continue to listen to her.

"You have no idea how long I wanted you to look at me — dammit, don't even try to deny it. I've seen you look at me several times! I even dressed in shorts and a loose top to get a reaction out of you, but you never went beyond looking and staring. You never approached me. It really seemed like a lost cause… until what we did earlier. You even spanked me. ME! Nino Nakano! The second sister who'll put up a fight if someone dares to mess with her!" she boasted.

"She's never acted like this before, especially before me." Fuutarou had to admit, he somehow liked seeing her like this. Not her usual confident, rude self but soft and vulnerable, unsure about whether her desires and fantasies would be accepted. In a way, it made Fuutarou's next words slightly easier for him to say.

"Nino, if that's what you want…" he swallowed hard, knowing his next words would seal his fate. He knew this was crazy, but this may be the only way he can get her on his side and make her study. That was still his main goal all this time, and he wasn't going to let this opportunity slip through his fingers. "I can try."

She was surprised to hear those words from him. "I'm not asking you to be someone you are not, though," Nino quickly added. "I should be clear about that. You don't have to force yourself. But… anything that's in that diary, I'm okay with. Anything. Any time, any place. Even if I try to protest, just do it. I'll get wet, anyway." She stood up from the bed and walked towards him, sitting on his lap, arms wrapped around his neck, and her lips were right next to Fuutarou's ear. "Very, very wet."

Even though it was obvious from her tone and body language that Nino was completely sincere, Fuutarou couldn't help but be tempted to play around with this girl just for fun. He would never have dared to do so an hour before, but things felt different now after witnessing what she was really like. The interplay between them had changed, and the power balance shifted.

Suppressing both the blush on his face and his member that was threatening to stand erect again because of the girl sitting on his lap, he sent her a sharp look.

"Alright, I'll agree to what you want, but only if you agree to what I want in return," he said, shifting his voice to a more serious one. "From now on, you'll have to join me and your sisters in studying. If I hear any complaints from you, I'll quit this agreement and return your diary, and then we can forget this ever happened between us."

Nino blinked in surprise at what he said, before giving her answer almost immediately. "Fine, you've convinced me." She rolled her eyes and puffed her cheeks in a pout. "I'll join your stupid tutoring sessions. But you better make it not boring or I swear to god, you're going to have to last more than three minutes in bed."

He grinned. "I'll do my best not to disappoint, then."

Nino giggled as she leaned in and gave him a kiss on the lips, one that lasted for more than a few seconds and one that involved the use of tongues before she pulled away with a trail of saliva connecting them. Both were left blushing but very content as they looked into each other's eyes.

"That's a hint of what's going to come, Fuu-kun~" she smiled playfully.

He continued to grin at her for the next few moments until something important struck his mind, something that he had forgotten about until now.

"Oh, by the way… the thing that you did with my handbook—"

"Nope, I didn't use it for my private time, I promise. That was just to mess with you when you finally read my diary. I got you good, didn't I?" She laughed, and Fuutarou could tell she was joking from the way her laugh sounded so genuine, something he never thought he would hear from her.

"Good," Fuutarou said. Nino showing some humour around him was certainly a good sign and it made him feel more at ease. He couldn't help but play along, raising two fingers as emphasis. "I was this close to panicking earlier when I saw what you wrote about it. I'd hate to have to wash it just to clean it from any kind of scent."

"The part about the store is true, though," Nino added unprompted. "I'll show you all the stuff I bought. And I should probably introduce you to the place. I'm… ah, a bit of a regular."

Fuutarou struggled to find the right words — these sorts of conversations were an entirely new experience with her, far from the back and forth bickering that they would do most of the time. He almost felt like he didn't know how to talk to her because this was an entirely new side of Nino, one that he had never seen before.

Nino suddenly bore a confused look. "By the way… why were you here so early in the morning? Did you really come here to fuck me because you wanted to, or—"

He shook his head furiously, not wanting Nino to think the wrong way about him. "No. no, I actually came here to get my student handbook from you. I wanted you to write your email address on it days ago, but I forgot to take it back, remember?"

She blinked in realization. "Oh, that little thing? Hold on."

Fuutarou didn't know why, but he felt strangely disappointed when Nino got off his lap and walked over to her school bag and knelt down to get something from it. As she did so, the young man watched her movements while thinking deeply to himself. Despite being completely sure that this wasn't a dream of any sorts, it still felt bizarre that Nino was actually nice to him and not just that, he had sex with her barely over an hour ago. They had kissed, he did things to her, she did things to him, before they lost their virginities to each other.

It's obvious that they're not just tutor and student anymore, nor were they simple friends. Unless being friends meant that they can also make out and have sex, then the label for their relationship was different. But what exactly should he use to call them both? Boyfriend and girlfriend? Lovers? Sexfriends?

Meanwhile, Nino stood back up while holding a small notebook of sorts, staring at it curiously. "If you came here for this, then this should be important to you. What's inside it?"

This snapped the young man out of his thoughts, as he quickly began thinking of what to say to her that didn't involve the photo that was inside it. "Uh… I'd rather not… WAIT, DON'T—!"

Fuutarou's eyes widened when she opened the handbook and quickly rose from his seat to stop her, but he was too late. From the way her eyes widened while looking at one of the pages, she must have found the photo. "Wait, this boy…"

He felt like taking his handbook from her right now and simply run out of there as fast as he could to save himself from having to explain this to Nino but in the end, he just resigned himself to palming his face and releasing a deep sigh. Great, now Nino saw his damn photo.

"…he's totally my type!"

...Eh?

The young tutor raised his head and looked towards Nino, who was now staring at the picture longingly, with a hint of devotion and lust within those blue eyes of hers.

There's only one thought that crossed his mind at the moment, and it was because of a mix of different emotions at the same time. He felt confused, shocked, betrayed, and disappointed all at once.

"Have I been dumped…?" He had no idea what to feel right now. On one hand, it felt like Nino just forgot about what they did earlier and she was going to move on to another person. On the other hand, the boy in the photo was actually him, which made this whole situation confusing.

Can he be dumped by his own self…?

"Fuu-kun, who's this! Why do you have a picture of him?" she asked, looking towards him with clear attraction and fascination in her eyes, which also snapped the young man from his train of thought.

For a moment, Fuutarou considered lying and simply tell her that the boy in the picture was a relative of his, but he immediately discarded that thought. It wouldn't make him any better than Nino when she was still hostile towards him, hiding a big secret within a cold front. Now that she had been completely honest with him, he saw no reason for him to hide the truth from her as well. Plus, why the hell would he lie about his own identity?

If anything, this was only better because the reason why he didn't want anyone to see that picture was because he was nervous of what people would say when they find out what he was like back then. Much to his surprise, Nino didn't seem to be that way and even admitted that he was her type!

He should be feeling proud of himself for having this kind of effect on the girl!

"That's me," he sighed in defeat.

The reaction from Nino was instantaneous. Her eyes grew wide and her mouth was hanging agape. "W-What?! No way, this can't be you! You look so different from this boy!"

He shrugged. "Why wouldn't I be? That was five years ago. Of course I'd look different."

Nino frowned in confusion and looked at both the photo and Fuutarou alternately. She tried to look for similarities between the two to see if he was telling the truth and from how her already-large eyes grew even wider, she came to one single conclusion.

Fuutarou Uesugi was the boy in the photo, and she just admitted that he was her type.

"Then… why did you change your hair? Y-You look so good in blonde…" she spoke with a deep blush on her cheeks, hanging her head low. She didn't let herself be affected by shock for long, because it made sense. Why else would he have a boy's picture in his handbook if it wasn't him? Plus, his eye color was the biggest sign that she noticed.

"I don't know, honestly. I guess it's just to show that I changed? A fresh start, if you will. I was a lot different back then compared to what I am now."

If Fuutarou had to choose between his past self and his current self, he would choose the latter. Years ago, he had no plans for his own future and simply liked to live his life naturally. If he remained that way until now, his family's situation would definitely be worse than what it already is.

"Well… have you ever thought about… going back to it?"

He raised an eyebrow at her, surprised at her question. Didn't she hear what he said about— oh. She was asking for an entirely different reason, and he immediately knew what it was. Despite Nino's accusations about him being dense, he was completely far from being like that. He mainly chose to ignore topics like love and feelings, which gave off the impression that he was dense.

"If I do, will it help you study better?" he asked with a playful smile.

"U-Uhm, maybe… but… b-but only if you want to! I'm not forcing you, or anything!" Nino looked up at him with a sharp look, only to lose it when she saw his smile. She blushed even deeper. "It's just… b-blonde guys are normally my type, especially if they act like bad boys and—"

"Don't worry, I get it." He raised his hand to stop her, before letting out a small chuckle. "I'll keep it in mind. Because now that I think about it, there isn't anything wrong with a little change in appearance. It's not like the way I look has any long-term effects on me as a whole."

"R-Really?!" she exclaimed, steam coming out of her ears.

With a rare smile on his face, he nodded.

"Yes! Yes! Oh, this is literally everything I wanted to happen in my fantasies!" Nino cheered, already feeling aroused at the thought of Fuutarou in blonde hair, towering over her with his dominating aura. He would grab her by her hair, drag her to the nearest post, rip her clothes off without a care and take her then and there. A lot of people walk by, grab their cameras, and snap photos of her 'fucked senseless' look—

*SMACK!*

"Eep!" Nino squeaked as she was brought out of her thoughts by a slap to her rear, before she looked at the only person in this room beside her who could have done such a thing.

"You are such a pervert, Nino," Fuutarou told her with a smirk as he grabbed the diary, and loved the hue of mixed shame and playfulness that colored Nino's face.

"I know," the redhead admitted with a sultry smile. "Oh, trust me, I know."

And now, Fuutarou knew as well. He still didn't know if he could be aggressive or assertive for Nino, but with the key to her most private, humiliating and lustful fantasies, and her being who she was, he would have been crazy to say no, especially with her word to study from now on which was on the line.

Fuutarou Uesugi wasn't crazy. Quite the opposite, in fact. He had never felt better or happier about this turn of events. What started out as a ridiculous accident now turned into an arrangement that both he and Nino will enjoy. Right now, he was going to be busy on a few things: fantasies to fulfill and balancing them with both school work and being a tutor.

Having her diary to work from started to fill him with an odd sense of confidence. In a way, that made it seem even naughtier. These were her own hidden secret, her most perverted and personal thoughts, lewdest, intimate details, and each brimming with endless possibilities. She was emotionally as bare in those pages as her splendid body could ever be. Exposed and vulnerable. And she was entrusting all of that to him.

Now that he wasn't only thinking about studies, Fuutarou could safely say that he somehow felt excited for this. What Nino entrusted to him was a huge responsibility, but so long as he had the diary, Fuutarou figured it would be okay. With how he managed to play his role perfectly well when they had sex, he'll surely do well. And, more importantly, he'll still be doing his job as a tutor along the way.

"We should go downstairs now," he told her as he walked towards the door. "I'm sure your sisters are gonna wonder what's taking you so long, and I have to explain what I'm doing here to everyone else."

Nino's grinned. "Leave that to me."

"There you are! You know, we had to resort to ordering a delivery because you wouldn't come out of your room! Have you been asleep until now?" Itsuki cried out as soon as she saw Nino walking down the staircase. She had a pout on her face, which was understandable because she woke up expecting breakfast to be already prepared on the table. However, there was nothing on the table when she got there, which nearly caused her to cry.

It took 20 minutes for them to order breakfast online and have it delivered. As soon as it arrived, Yotsuba had to hold her younger sister back to keep her from devouring everything while Ichika and Miku prepared the table.

Nino walked to the fridge and poured herself a glass of water, unaffected by Itsuki's little outburst. "Not really. Just had… something to take care of," she replied, a hint of a smile appearing across her face.

"…which is?"

Miku quickly realized that there was someone missing, and she could only hope that nothing bad happened to him, but this was Nino she was talking about. If something bad happened to Fuutarou, then she would take the blame herself because it was she who let him into their home.

"Nino, where's Fuutarou?" asked Miku, half-expecting her sister to start ranting about the guy and blurting out complaints regarding him.

"Right here." Fuutarou's voice caused everyone else to turn the other way, as they watched the young tutor stride down the stairs with a rare smile on his face. Unlike his other ones, which were either sarcastic or smug, this was a pure and genuine one. "I'm sorry if Nino took so long, but I needed to talk to her."

"Good morning, Uesugi-san!"

"Morning, Fuutarou-kun."

He gave a nod towards Yotsuba and Ichika. "Good morning to the both of you as well. I didn't get to say it before, but good morning to you too, Miku." He shifted his gaze to the third quint, which made her blush slightly.

"G-Good morning…"

While that was happening, Itsuki had already turned back towards Nino, sending her an incredulous look. "Wait… he was in your room?! What was he doing there?" she asked, while also sending a scowl in Fuutarou's direction.

Much to everyone's surprise, Nino looked uncharacteristically calm as she drank some water. "We just had a little talk, that's all. And I don't know how he did it, but this big smartass actually convinced me to finally study."

"WHAT?!" All of the other quints shouted at the same time, their eyes completely wide and their mouths agape. No doubt they were completely shocked at this sudden revelation.

"You heard me," Nino shrugged, almost tempted to laugh at all of their reactions.

None of the other quintuplets could say anything for a few moments, as they were too taken aback from what they just learned. Ichika felt like she was rid of any further traces of sleep, Miku felt like she had learned that Nobunaga and Yoshiaki made peace, Yotsuba just sat there, completely frozen, while Itsuki actually thought that she was mishearing things at first.

Sensing the other girls' distress, Fuutarou spoke up in order to make it clearer for them. "Your sister's not lying to you, so it will now be the four of you studying together while I do my best as your tutor to help you as much as I can. We'll actually be starting later on, I'll just be getting my things back at home then I'll come back here."

His words were enough to snap them out of their stupor, and it caused them to turn their attention towards him instead.

"B-But it's Saturday!" Miku cried.

Fuutarou merely smiled. "I know. Therefore, you three are allowed to do what you want for the day. No tutoring from me. The same can't be said for Nino here, because she has a lot to catch up to," he explained, sending a tiny grin towards the second quint who looked away with a slight blush.

Recovering from her shock, Itsuki looked at her older sister incredulously. "Nino, I thought you didn't want to accept Uesugi-kun as a tutor?"

The girl in question merely sent a bored look towards Itsuki. "Well, I can change my mind, can't I?" she then returned Fuutarou's grin with one of her own, but hers looked more smug for some reason. "Let's just say that Fuu-kun here has a way with words."

"F-Fuu-kun…?" mumbled Miku out of confusion, as she began to wonder where did Nino get that name from.

Ichika put her hand under her chin in a thinking pose, looking at the young man and her sister alternately, as if she was still trying to process what was happening. "Ara, Fuutarou-kun… what exactly did you do to make Nino agree to study? I honestly thought that you would be able to convince Itsuki before her."

"I-I will not accept to be tutored by him!" Itsuki denied hotly, her face blushing in embarrassment.

He only shook his head. "It doesn't matter what I did, Ichika. What's important is that Nino will now be joining us in studying, so passing your midterms should be a lot less difficult now. With all of us working together, all of you will be able to pass your subjects."

"YOSH! I'm excited to start studying again!" Yotsuba exclaimed, a big smile appearing on her face as her ribbon stood strong and upright.

"I'm glad you feel that way, Yotsuba, but as I said, it's Saturday. I'll let you have the day off, and we'll continue on Monday. Right now, I want to focus on helping Nino catch up to the three of you." Fuutarou chuckled at the girl's enthusiasm. Sometimes, he wished that all of the quints were like that to make his job easier but alas, this was what he had to work with.

While she was a bit disappointed that they won't get to do their usual tutoring session today, Yotsuba didn't let it bother her longer than it should. "Okay!"

"What about it, Itsuki? Care to join us? It's not too late to change your mind, you know?" Fuutarou then turned his attention towards the fifth quintuplet, and sent her a challenging look as if to say, 'I already convinced your other sister, what are you going to do now?'"

Itsuki looked at him defiantly. "You may have been able to convince Nino, but not me. I will study on my own, because I don't need your help."

Fuutarou sighed slightly and simply turned towards Ichika. There's no need to dwell on Itsuki right away. At the very least, she was the only one left whom he needed to convince and with Nino already on his side, he can fully put his attention towards her now.

"What about you, Ichika? What are you going to do?" he continued to speak, turning to the oldest sister.

"Honestly, it's a good thing that Fuutarou-kun gave us a day-off. I have somewhere to be later, so I'll just spend the rest of the morning in my room," she smiled.

He turned to the next one."Yotsuba, do you have anything planned for the day?"

Yotsuba thought about it for a moment. "Well, I thought we were going to study but since we're not, I guess I'll just go to school and see if Eba-san needs help with anything!"

Fuutarou gave her a brief nod, before looking at the last one. "Miku?"

"'I'll just… be in my room."

"Very well. I guess I'll be seeing you later, Nino."

Without any further words, he bowed his head and waved his arm before exiting the penthouse, leaving the quints at the dining table, completely silent with his departure. They couldn't say anything at all, at least until Nino took her seat and began to eat alongside them.

"What happened between you two? You seem more accepting of Fuutarou now than what you felt towards him before," asked Miku, finding this whole thing suspicious.

Okay, she was the one who permitted Fuutarou to come into their home earlier, but she didn't really expect him to successfully convince her sister to join their tutoring sessions. If this was on any other day, Nino would shout at Fuutarou to get out and rant about him, but that wasn't what happened. They couldn't have reconciled and worked out their differences after just one small talk, right?

Nino groaned, looking annoyed now. "Does it really matter what happened between us? He said it himself, didn't he? What's more important is that I'm now studying with all of you, even if it sounds boring, which it will be."

"Ara, are you perhaps developing a crush on our tutor, Nino? You even have a nickname for him," Ichika teased playfully, although this was also her way of testing the waters to see if Nino was completely serious about what she said. "I have to agree with Miku too, because it just seems strange that you're now friends with him, after you two have been at each other's throats the moment you met."

"So what if I do? It'll be much better than arguing with Fuu-kun all the time." Nino was already used to Ichika's tactics so she knew how to counter them, and that's by giving a vague answer.

Yotsuba smiled brightly, raising her fists in the air "Yeah, this is much better! We can now study together! Then we'll pass our exams together!"

"Weren't you the one who drugged him just a week ago?" Itsuki pointed out while raising an eyebrow. Of course, it's not like she was being kind to that rude boy, but even she could understand that what Nino did was completely wrong. She even spent the rest of the night scolding the second sister about what happened and how wrong it was.

"I already apologized to him for that, alright? Besides, it's now in the past. He's going to be teaching me from now on. Now, if you have nothing else to ask me that's not about Fuu-kun, I'm going to eat. I'm starving."

And with that, nobody else bothered to ask Nino another question as she continued on with her meal. One thing's for sure though, the four other quints all agreed in their thoughts that something happened between Fuutarou and their sister for her to act like this.

Yeah, it's not like she just gave in and finally agreed to join the study sessions because Fuutarou told her to… right?

A loud string of curses broke the normally quiet Saturday afternoon air in the Pentagon, particularly in the home of the Nakano quintuplets.

Fuutarou Uesugi was caught off guard by it and almost caused him to drop the glass of water in his hand before quickly realizing that there's no one nearby who could make that kind of noise. He turned, trying to stop himself feeling annoyed, and went to see what the sudden commotion was about.

Sitting by the table next to the couches was Nino, and she was currently preoccupied with answering a bunch of exam sheets provided by none other than Fuutarou himself, but it was quite obvious

"This is so damn confusing!" Nino whined when she saw him, though his attention instantly lapsed as he took in her current physical state. He really shouldn't have been surprised, but it was hard to stop himself staring. He was a man, after all. And Nino was…

"How can anyone look so good in nothing?" Fuutarou wondered, doing his best to keep himself composed.

Nino was, in fact, wearing nothing, except for her twin butterfly ribbons. The rest of her long hair fell across her shoulders and down her back like a loose red ribbon, the color adding to the natural allure of her fully naked body, her skin beaded with sweat from both the hot air and her movements. Her breasts were full and enormous, capped with pink nipples. More pink glimmered between her legs, where her lightly flushed and hairless pussy, tight as a clamshell, peeked out atop creamy thighs. Beneath this, her legs seemed to go on forever, ending in pretty bare feet.

No one could ever deny that Nino was attractive when she wore clothes but in Fuutarou's eyes, nudity was her real treasure.

"What?" the redhead growled, when it seemed obvious Fuutarou had momentarily lost the ability to speak. Her face drew into a scowl. "Stop staring at me, idiot. This was your idea."

"Sorry about that. Keep on answering those," Fuutarou replied instinctively, putting on a serious look despite the blush that crept onto his face before looking away.

She was right, of course, but only in part. It was his idea in the sense that he'd declared she should do this — not only that she had to answer several exam worksheets so Fuutarou can know what her limits are, but also that she should work naked and on full display. But at the same time, like with everything else, it was not really an original idea.

He actually read it in her diary. Imagine the anger he felt upon finding out that Nino actually fantasized about something that involved him as her tutor.

The things he had to do in order to get these girls to study…

After a moment, Nino stood up and stomped over towards him. "Idiot, I said stop staring, not stop looking."

Fuutarou turned his gaze back to her and met her eyes. They were like bright blue jewels framed by pink cheeks and long bangs of red hair. "I don't get it. You don't want me to stare, and yet you want me to keep looking. What's the difference?" he smirked.

Instead of firing back at him after that remark, Nino only released a sigh before folding her arms across her chest. "I wasn't expecting you'd actually make me do this after most of my sisters left," Nino said, before sending him a sexy look. She swung her hips slightly and moved her hands down her body almost as if she was giving him a dance in a strip club, but her movements were enough to draw Fuutarou's attention lower. Much lower. He would never get tired of seeing her like this, even if it was still embarrassing. "Will you let me shower afterwards?"

"Maybe," Fuutarou replied.

"I stink of sweat," Nino pointed out. "Is this what you wanted? To have me naked and sweaty. To punish me for only joining the study gang now?"

He hadn't really thought of it as punishment. A better description might have been 'justice'. She made his job so difficult and her actions towards him before this were less than pleasant, after all.

"You don't stink," Fuutarou replied, as Nino traced her fingers down his neck, then made a circle around his shirt's collar. His hand twitched at his side, dying to just reach out and grab some part of her, but he kept it beside him. He wanted to see if Nino was going to do anything about it.

As expected, Nino noticed and, in a desperate need of being touched, her hand grabbed his and drew it up, pressing his palm to her breast. Fuutarou let his fingers stretch out and seize this offered flesh mound, feeling the supple, soft skin give way under his fingertips, with the evidently hard nipple trapped in the gap between his index and middle fingers. Nino moaned, feeling completely relaxed at the moment and caused Fuutarou to ease his grip. A blush rose on her face as she felt his touch slowly move away, making her meet his eyes with hers.

"Squeeze them," Nino said breathlessly. "Please…"

Fuutarou swallowed slightly. He still had a bit of trouble believing this was real, even though he could feel Nino's body right under his palm, her heartbeat tapping a steady rhythm while his own grew faster along with his excitement. He raised his other arm and planted it on her other breast and squeezed, and watched as Nino bit her lip to stifle her next moan. Her other hand brushed down her flat stomach, before shifting towards the erection that was now forming in Fuutarou's pants.

"You know, you ordered me to answer all of those tests while butt naked," Nino started, teasing her hand up and down his member through the fabric, "Then you don't stay to watch me. That's not as hot, you know?"

Fuutarou resisted the urge to groan. "I don't want to get in the way while you're studying. I'm still your tutor despite all of this. Besides, I don't need to watch you the whole time."

"No," Nino pouted, before moving closer to him. "But you could. Anyway, I'm almost done with the tests you gave me. But I think I deserve a break. I know something we can do while I'm resting~"

Fuutarou shook his head. "Your sisters will be home in a few hours. Finish those tests, then we can do something."

Now it was Fuutarou's turn to move up against her. In a sudden display of assertiveness, he wrapped his free hand around her waist, then sent it down to cup and squeeze her ass. Left with no escape, the haughty redhead could only moan and rub against him, trapping his stiff cock between his and her lower stomach in such a pleasant way that it made him shudder.

It took a lot of his self-control but eventually, he managed to peel away from her, his clothes bearing a few wet spots due to the girl's sweaty skin touching him. Nino had a rather mischievous look on her face afterwards. She turned slightly, giving him a glance at her shapely profile before running a hand back through her long hair.

"Your face is all red, Fuu-kun~" she said. Then she finished her turn and placed both hands atop the counter and stuck out her bottom, her butt cheeks so gloriously sculpted and fat that they constituted more than enough evidence to prove that this girl was perfect in every physical way. "You know, you can just bend me over right here and fuck me senseless. I promise I won't make too much noise, even though I'm sure that Miku won't even hear. Can't you see how wet I already am for you~?"

"So this is how you plan on getting out of studying," Fuutarou thought. He easily caught on to her tactics and suppressed the urge to laugh at her obvious scheme.

"Finish up with those tests," he told her, watching the slight disappointment in her eyes as she looked back over her shoulder. "When you're done, meet me in the bathroom. Bring your diary."

Nino twisted her lips, looking like she meant to protest. But then she said, "What do I do with the other stuff?"

"What other stuff?"

"My clothes, idiot. Do I bring them with me to the bathroom or leave them out here for my sisters to see?"

Fuutarou fought to keep more color from rising to his face. It really feels like a dream — a girl like Nino asking someone like him what to do about her clothes, while standing naked in front of him no less. Well, he'd better think of something!

"Leave your underwear in the laundry basket. Wear the rest when you go to the bathroom." An idea then struck Fuutarou, as he took a moment to consider what he should say next. "Actually, you know what? I don't want you wearing any underwear, at least not until I say so," he smirked.

The color on Nino's face grew deeper as she was taken aback by that order. It actually took her more than ten seconds for her brain to rewire and bring her back to reality, while also feeling her arousal growing. Did he really just say that?

"U-Understood… uhm, e-even in school?" The haughty expression on her face completely broke apart and was replaced with a submissive one, like she was a servant awaiting orders from her master.

"Even in school," he repeated.

Nino's face could be compared to a steaming tomato, as more of her juices started to leak out of her glistening pussy. Despite this, she tried to keep herself composed, but was struggling to do so when the implications of his words began to kick in.

This is what she wanted to see from Fuutarou. Ordering her around and dictating what she should do, and right now, she even felt excited to go to school already just to experience what it's like to attend class in full commando, without her bra or her panties. Just the thought of being in class, surrounded by many people while having no underwear, sent both chills down her spine and arousal straight into her cunt. The shame and arousal she could possibly feel from that was enticing, and she even thought of transferring classes just to be with Fuutarou and have him act out another one of her fantasies while inside a classroom.

Because of this, she was having an even harder time standing upright and she felt her knees going weaker as the seconds passed by. "A-Ah… a-any other 'accessories' you might want me to stop wearing? Like… my ribbons?" she asked in an uncharacteristically meek voice, no doubt wanting to become very specific in his orders so that she won't make a mistake (although she wouldn't really mind if she did).

"Keep them. They honestly suit you, and you look cuter in them." His smirk turned into a grin, unconsciously finding himself enjoying this twisted, yet gratifying relationship between them so far.

The submissive look on her face changed as well, as she shifted to one of her tsundere expressions, which didn't do much to hide the red hue on her face. "D-Did you really have to say that? I know I look cuter in them, because I already am!"

"I just felt like it." After he said those words, Nino dipped her head — not quite in a bow, but definitely aiming to shield some of her embarrassment — and went back to the table by the couches, while also putting a little sway in her hips as she walked.

"You better be there in the bathroom after I'm done," she whined, sitting down and grabbing her pen before resuming her test. "I've already answered almost everything you gave me, so let me have some fun in return, or I'll make you regret it."

Fuutarou almost laughed at the playful way she still pretended to act haughty despite her current circumstances, knowing she would probably like it if he denied her what she wanted. Ah, well. That's for later. For now, he can do some studying of his own and think about Nino after she's done with those tests that he gave her.

Kinky.