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

For the next hour, the young tutor split his time between reviewing his own test answers for a past quiz and watching Nino work on her own, and as much as he found satisfaction in studying, he had to admit that Nino's voluptuous nude body made for better entertainment. The way her slender arms flexed and relaxed while writing, how she wrinkled her face while thinking, the shimmer of perspiration on her clear and creamy skin, the sight of her sizeable breasts jiggling, and her ass… that gorgeous, sculpted bum — it was a spectacle he couldn't get enough of.

Finally, after exactly one hour, the young man put away his own test papers and headed to the bathroom. After only a few moments of standing there, Nino entered the small white room as well, her bare feet making soft padding noises, the diary in her arms as he turned towards her. She was still wearing the same oversized shirt from this morning, though he could already tell that she made sure to follow his words about wearing no underwear underneath her clothes. Her head was slightly bowed, but that was not enough to hide the red tint on her cheeks.

"All set?" Fuutarou asked.

"M-Mostly," Nino replied, slowly looking up to meet his gaze. "Yotsuba should be home soon, so I thought we'd better—"

"That's not what I told you to do," Fuutarou said in a stern voice, and he could have sworn that he saw her become tense for a moment. "But you're right. We better hurry. Once Yotsuba gets here, things will get more complicated. Miku and Itsuki might come out of their rooms sooner or later as well." He pointed to the diary. "I underlined something in there earlier. Read it."

Nino frowned. "What, you mean like, right now?"

"Yeah. And you're going to do what it says." Fuutarou slowly took off his sweater followed by his shirt before hanging both, since he didn't want them to get wet, before Nino followed his actions and took off the only garment she had on. Her breasts bounced slightly as her shirt got caught in them, before putting it away.

Fuutarou was left half-naked, while Nino was completely nude. He could smell the sweat on her, but it was far from unpleasant. If anything, it made her physical presence seem more real. "First, get on your knees."

Defiance flashed through Nino's gaze. She knew what she had to do, but she also knew that her knees would definitely get hurt from doing such a thing. In the end, though, she only huffed before lowering herself to the floor. She opened the diary and browsed through the pages, finding the highlighted section. Fuutarou saw the red on her face grow deeper as she read the words — her own words, of course; her own fantasies and perverted thoughts.

When she finished, she looked up, her features carrying a mix of disgust and arousal which Fuutarou always found very contradictory to her, but also very hot, if he had to be honest. Her blue eyes brimmed with shame.

"You want me to…" Nino murmured, "and then… but my sisters?"

"I don't think they'll notice," Fuutarou replied. "Unless you want to back out."

Nino's reply to those words was just too predictable, even for Fuutarou. Of course, he'd been counting on that. Despite her accusations, he didn't consider himself as someone dense, and by having access to her most private and perverted thoughts, it only helped a great deal.

"Baka." Closing the diary, the naked redhead set it aside and reached for the front of Fuutarou's pants with both hands. "You know damn well I'm not gonna back out. I never back out, you hear me?"

Fuutarou knew. In the short time that he had gotten to know her, even before this strange arrangement between them, he already knew.

Her fingers slipped under his waistband, and with a firm tug his pants were swiftly down to his knees and his member sprang free from its prison. He was already hard, his bulbous head bouncing upwards as it was released that it almost got into her face, a hint of the pink glans visible in between the roll of his foreskin. The shaft was all creamy skin, now stretched tight by the erection, with no visible veins, leading to a pair of tight balls as hairless as the rest.

Fuutarou couldn't help but blush as soon as he was uncovered, his cock being mere inches away from Nino's curious eyes. For a moment, it all seemed like yet another dream, which is exactly what he felt when they had sex this morning. Then he felt her fingers around his hardness and realized how real it was. It wasn't the first time they did this, but it felt new and thrilling.

"It's twitching," Nino noted, moving her hand up and down his length with her fingers in a loose grip, then she made her thumb and index fingers into a ring around his root, where his rod met the rest of his body, just behind his testicles.

Fuutarou felt his member jerk as it was handled, a small bead of clear pre-cum already emerging from his tip. The warmth of growing arousal spread over him, shrouding him like a blanket. He gave a hiss and moaned when Nino tightened her hand.

"Don't play around with it," he told the kneeling redhead. "I don't think I can last long."

"Can I touch myself?" Nino asked. She brushed her other hand up his thigh and used it to cup his dangling balls.

"Maybe later. Keep your focus on what I told you to do."

Nino looked disappointed, like she always did when refused. "Baka. You are so selfish sometimes."

"Says the pot calling the kettle black." Perhaps he was, but she began stroking him anyway, pumping her hand gently. Fuutarou moaned in a low voice, his nervous system suddenly overloaded with the sensation. Nino kept this up only for a few seconds, just long enough to get him ready, then opened her mouth and took him in. Fuutarou was instantly surrounded by wet heat.

"Ah!" On pure instinct, his hands settled atop Nino's head, and it took some effort to stop himself from trying to direct her movements. That wouldn't do. This all had to be Nino's doing, her own desire driving her forward rather than his craving for orgasm. There will be another time for that.

Letting her soft lips close around his girth, the redhead slid down his length then pulled back before she could gag. In her wake she left a heavy coat of saliva, which glimmered in the light. She shifted her legs, spreading her knees so she could lower her upper body a little more and therefore create a shallower angle on his dick, and took him in again. She applied some suction as she went, her cheeks hollowing.

Fuutarou felt his whole body tense as tendrils of pleasure shot up his spine right to his brain. His eyes closed, his hips thrusting forward just as Nino drew back again. She squeezed the hand locked around his base, holding him in place, then pistoned forward, lips sliding on wet skin, a sloppy slurping noise filling the kitchen along with another moan from the young man.

"She's already getting better at this," he thought, hands knotted in Nino's long hair as he looked down on her and was nearly overwhelmed by the sight of her naked form and the knowledge that it was not just any girl but the haughty and proud Nino on her knees and giving him a blowjob. He could tell that a lot of boys at school would die from jealousy.

When Nino pulled back once again, she let his cock-head pop from her mouth, now dripping with her saliva and pre-cum.

"God, it's such a weird taste," she complained, glaring at him. She released his balls and ran a finger up his underside all the way to his little hole. After planting a kiss on the very top, puckered lips smearing with his fluid, she then slipped a fingernail under his foreskin and circled around it, stimulating the raised ridge of his glans directly. "You washed this, didn't you?"

Fuutarou only nodded. Nino glanced at him seriously, then looked at his member. She tightened the grip on his base, rolling the foreskin back and brushing her tongue around his head, before kissing and licking the wet skin underneath. She worked her way down the shaft, reaching his balls. She kissed each separately and sucked them into her mouth.

Fuutarou saw stars as she pretended to chew on his testicles, his body shuddering and shivering, moaning slowly escaping his throat. This lasted only for a moment, then Nino was back to pistoning his cock and sliding it inside her mouth. As her head began bobbing up and down, a new series of wet noises rose into the air, so loud and lewd they almost drowned out the boy's moans.

Slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp — over and over, she sucked him like a vacuum, a very pretty and feminine vacuum. It was clear Nino had replaced what she lacked in experience with curiosity and zeal, which also meant Fuutarou was almost about to lose it.

Within a minute, the young man went from trembling to actual shaking as his orgasm quickly built up. The throbbing in his shaft became nearly unbearable, made even more delicious by Nino's soft warm lips and her hot eager oral cavity as she traded the shallow strokes she'd employed at the start for deeper ones, gobbling up most of his length, and eventually the lips riding down on him met her fingers still ringed around the base.

"Ah, ah, N-Nino—" Fuutarou could feel her mouth closing in, the suction literally drawing the climax from his body. Then he felt his testicles tighten. "Nino, I'm gonna—"

She pulled off him just in time, her lips making a popping sound she broke the seal, and shut her blue eyes. The first jet spurted from his cock a split second later, shooting a line of thick, gooey white cum across her nose. This was followed by another, and another.

Fuutarou couldn't think as he came — his mind had gone blank and for the briefest of instants, recognized only bliss. His breath became ragged as his hips rocked instinctively and his hard penis jerked still held in the redhead's hand, ejecting a squirt each time it did. Looking down, he saw Nino take his load full on her face, leaving thick strings and heavy gobs on her features, and even some cum splashing into her hair. A true, perverted facial makeover.

To her credit, Nino didn't even flinch. She took his shots like a pro, wrinkling her face and keeping her eyes and mouth tightly closed as more of the white seed painted her features. She even continued pumping him with a hand just to ensure she got everything out.

As his climax subsided and his testicles grew empty — their contents now becoming Nino's sticky make-up — Fuutarou's brain kicked back into line.

"You look great like that… Nino."

She rolled her eyes at him, after wiping some of the cum from her eyelids. The blue of her irises was truly stunning while framed by so much white. Her lip quivered. Her bare chest expanded as she heaved a long sigh.

"Next time, just make me swallow," she told him. She began to rise. "I'm going to wash this off."

But he stopped her, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"You read the diary," Fuutarou reminded her. "You know what I want."

It seemed ironic, at least to Fuutarou; Nino had taken his load quite fearlessly, almost casually like she did it many times before, but it was those words which made Nino look distressed for the first time. Perhaps she'd thought he was joking, but he wasn't.

Her eyes grew wide, as a heavy gob of semen ran down her lower lip and clung to her chin. The cheeks under the cum mask turned red. "I-Idiot, you don't really mean…"

Fuutarou's silence left little doubt that he did. He shoved his deflating dick back inside his underwear and pulled his pants back up. "Use your hands," he told the nude girl in a stern voice. "And nothing else."

Nino made a nasty face, brow wrinkled and nose turned up, looking haughtier than any girl with a faceful of semen probably should. But she did indeed know what he wanted. She had written the idea down herself, after all.

"Fine," Nino growled, bringing up her hands to her face. "But after this, you need to make me cum."

"I thought I was supposed to decide that," Fuutarou replied.

Nino gave no answer — it was rather obvious even if she didn't say anything — and set to her task. Fuutarou watched her for a moment, having his fill of her body like he never would have dared before, before he started putting on his clothes.

"Thank you for the food, Ichika." Itsuki said happily, as she dove into a juicy, meaty burger. "I've been starving ever since an hour ago."

"That sounds just like you, Itsuki-chan," the oldest sister replied. She had gotten home from work earlier today and bought some snacks for everyone on the way. Upon arriving home, she called for her sisters to gather at the table and as expected, Itsuki took off like a rocket from her room while Miku was slow to get to the table. Yotsuba and Nino, who were speaking to each other about their lessons, followed through as well and now the Nakano quintuplets were enjoying an afternoon snack altogether. "What about you, Nino?" she asked, shifting her attention to the one quint who seemed too quiet for someone like her.

Nino looked up to meet Ichika's gaze. "It's okay," she shrugged. "I wasn't really feeling hungry, but thanks for the food, I guess."

Nino was dressed — it wouldn't do for her sisters to catch her naked — in the tightest and skimpiest pair of shorts she owned, together with a revealing tube top which left her stomach exposed. Her face carried a faint sheen, the skin having been smeared in a healthy helping of Fuutarou's special boy batter. Her hair stuck in places, accompanied by a faint bodily whiff, a mix of sweat and that other certain ingredient. Fuutarou didn't allow her to wash her face, which added to her discomfort even though he was just following what was written in her diary.

Watching her from the couch was Fuutarou, who was focused on checking Nino's answers from the test papers that he gave her but sending quick glances every now and then to the second quint. After she gave him that blowjob in the bathroom, he returned the favor by pushing her against the wall and giving her wet cunt the fingering it deserves, making her cum twice before letting her rest. They finished up afterwards, and he told Nino to get dressed and go back to work.

God, her screams and moans and the way her body became like putty in his hands were so satisfying to his ears and eyes that he internally wished they had more time so they could act out another one of her fantasies, or they could just do 'it' in the bathroom instead.

Unfortunately, what they did would have to do for now, because they couldn't afford to be careless about this.

Still, Nino has done a great job keeping herself calm and collected thus far so that her sisters wouldn't notice anything. She knew that the more she hides her face, the more they would notice right away so instead, she fearlessly flaunted her appearance like what she always does.

But that only did little to hide her true feelings when she blushed, or when she squirmed in her chair. More than once Fuutarou had seen her sneak a hand down under the table and touch herself through her shorts. And he saw her claw the floor with her toes as she struggled to hold in the boiling desire taking over her body.

"This is actually exciting her," he realized. She might have been aroused before, being forced to paint her own face with his cum but sitting here, almost naked — her hard nipples could be seen poking into the thin cotton of her top — a face coated in drying semen, was evidently making Nino Nakano even more desperately horny. Fuutarou remembered that she'd written about being fucked over the dining table, and he wondered…

No, he couldn't do anything in front of the other quintuplets. Such recklessness would be stupid and likely put their entire relationship at risk. It was true Nino had lots of ideas involving public spaces: train station toilets, school, locker rooms, and even the open street. She clearly liked those settings. But there was a time and place for everything, including sex. Fuutarou knew he couldn't disappoint her as well as himself. Nino was trusting him with being in control, which meant thinking with his head first, not his dick.

"I really needed this after running around school the whole afternoon! Thanks, Ichika!" Yotsuba exclaimed, leaning back with a smile.

"No problem, Yotsuba-chan. But I think someone else needs it after working so hard today." Ichika turned her towards Fuutarou, who met her gaze with his own because he knew that she was referring to him. "Why don't you take a break and join us, Fuutarou-kun? There's plenty of food here, unless you want Itsuki-chan to eat all of this up for you?"

Itsuki's eyes widened in alarm as she felt like she was caught red-handed. "I-Ichika…!"

He shook his head and shifted his gaze solely to the papers in his hand. "There's no need. I'm only here to check Nino's answers to the mock tests that I gave her."

"Well, if that's what you want, Fuutarou-kun. There's still two burgers left if you get hungry," Ichika smiled, before glancing at all of her sisters. "Sooooo, who's going to put all of this away?" She pointed to the mess they made from eating. "Just because we had an afternoon snack doesn't mean we're not cleaning up after ourselves, right?"

Nino shook her head and got up. She gathered all of the wrappers and trash that they left and disposed of them. She took advantage of the situation and began to wash the remaining dishes. Fuutarou's gaze secretly followed her, helplessly attracted to the sight of her shapely bottom barely encased in those tight, thin shorts. Yet as tight as they were, he noticed the total absence of any panty lines — because Nino wasn't wearing any, of course. Unfortunately, one of her sisters had noticed it, too.

"Ara, it seems our sister is being really bold today," Ichika commented. "Are you trying to get the attention of a certain tutor, Nino?"

That got the attention of the other quints, who now looked towards Nino with clear confusion and surprise in their eyes. In truth, they were all wondering why Nino was wearing such clothes now, but they couldn't really say anything without making the situation awkward. Now that Ichika pointed it out to them, they have no reason to hide their confusion anymore.

"What are you talking about?" Nino said, turning her head slightly to look at Ichika.

"Oh, come on. It's clear that you want Fuutarou-kun to look at you." Ichika leaned forward and took a playful glance at Fuutarou before looking at Nino again.. "You certainly don't dress like that all the time and even if you do, you would never do it in front of a boy. But here you are, fearlessly showing off in front of Fuutarou-kun."

"So what if I do?" Nino replied, keeping her back turned. She turned on the faucet and ran the plates under the water. "What are you going to do if I'm actually trying to get Fuu-kun to notice me?"

"Nothing really, but you do know what exactly you're wearing, right?" Ichika made a waving motion with her hand. "I can get apologizing and making up with him, but don't you think you're going too fast?"

"You say I'm too fast, but you're the one who had no problem with a boy going into her room while she sleeps naked," Nino retorted, causing Ichika to blush furiously. "Besides, it's not like he's going to do anything to me. He's too focused on studying, just look!"

Even though Fuutarou knew Nino was just putting up a front to deflect Ichika's teasing, hearing those words still caused him to feel slightly guilty. Those words were true because he ignored her and pretty much anything related to romance, feelings, and the like. And it would still be true if he hadn't stumbled upon Nino's diary.

Honestly, what happened was pure dumb luck on his part. Or maybe Nino planned it when she didn't return his handbook to the point that he needed to go to their home and take it back himself? Who knows?

"She's right, though," Fuutarou considered. "I know that I've been a remarkable student, and I think I'm doing a good job as a tutor so far. There's only one of them left who still refuses to cooperate, but I'll figure that out. Other than that, what exactly am I? Just a normal brother to Raiha? A regular son to my dad? Is that it? If I didn't come across that diary, I would have never known that Nino actually felt this way about me."

He really didn't want to think about his new relationship with Nino in this way, but, as someone who acknowledges his own faults and actively tries make himself better, he couldn't push the notion aside.

"Why are you calling him Fuu-kun?" Miku spoke up, taking the opportunity to ask something that was bothering her ever since this morning.

Nino sighed and suppressed the urge to roll her eyes. "It's called a nickname, Miku. I'm not surprised you wouldn't know about those things, since you don't even go out and try to make friends."

Miku frowned. "I know what a nickname is, I'm asking why you're calling Fuutarou like that."

"Because I want to. Happy?" Nino snapped.

The two quintuplets stared at each other with fire in their eyes to the point that it seemed like they were going to start another argument, but Nino willingly broke the tension and focused on washing the dishes instead.

"N-Nino, correct me if I'm wrong, but… please tell me that you are not actually trying to get Uesugi-kun's attention by wearing something like that!" cried Itsuki.

"I just said it, didn't I? So what if I am?" Nino turned off the faucet and arranged all of the dishes neatly, not bothering to look at Itsuki for this conversation. She could already tell what her younger sister wanted to talk about.

Itsuki tried to look serious, but it was impossible to pull it off due to the red hue on her cheeks. "I-I-It's inappropriate!"

The second quint could only smirk, finding Itsuki's concerns regarding this matter to be amusing. "Yeah, and so? What are you going to do about it, little sis?"

"We are still in school, Nino! We shouldn't be pursuing relationships until we graduate. You should be more focused on your academics too!"

Nino rested her arms on the counter in a cocky manner. "That's not really going to stop me, Itsuki. I can wear what I want to wear, and you don't have a say in that. Why do you care anyway? I thought you hate Fuu-kun?"

Itsuki puffed her cheeks in a big pout. "I-It's not him I'm concerned about, but rather you!"

"Oh, little sis, you don't need to be worried about me at all. I can take care of myself." Nino continued to wave off Itsuki's concerns, which only made the fifth sister more frustrated as she wasn't being taken seriously.

"Does this mean you're going to marry Uesugi-san, Nino?" Yotsuba asked curiously, eliciting various reactions from everyone else.

Ichika and Miku blushed deeply, while Itsuki looked completely dumbfounded. In other words, they couldn't believe what they just heard.

Meanwhile, Fuutarou was doing his best to hide his face and keep himself from being noticed by the others. His cheeks were already red just from hearing Yotsuba's question and he couldn't stop himself from picturing it in his mind.

"Me and Nino… married?" he thought, and much to his surprise, he found himself strangely accepting of the idea before shaking his head to get it out of his brain. Whether it was out of his obvious attraction towards her or some other reason, it was clear he didn't mind the possibility of being married to the second quint, which is why he could only hide his face from everyone else. "Ugh, it's too early to think about that…"

Nino blinked a few times and blushed as well, obviously caught off guard by that question. However, she quickly managed to bounce back with a response that only Nino Nakano would say. "Hm, who knows? We've got lots of time before we're even at that age. But it wouldn't be bad, because I always get what I want," she smirked.

"Those tiny shorts say otherwise, Nino." Miku pointed out, getting over her embarrassment.

The smirk on Nino's face quickly fell apart after Miku's remark, as she quickly knew what her sister meant with that. It wasn't something pleasant, because Nino felt herself getting both annoyed and angry at the same time.

There was a whole range of things Nino could have said to that, including admitting the truth. Absently, she reached back and tugged on the shorts, a vain effort to make them longer. Fuutarou felt guilt starting to build in him because he ordered her to wear them, wanting to see as much of her skin as possible. It was his fault that Nino had been exposed and teased like this. She had every right to be angry with him if she wanted, and he would take it.

Then he caught Nino's eye and saw the shame behind those blue windows to her soul. Shame, but not anger. Her glazed cheeks were red, though that wasn't surprising. With him watching her, she moved her hand around and ever so casually between her legs, pressing her thighs together. His eyebrows lifted when he noticed the wet spot on the cloth.

"You don't know anything," Nino replied, addressing Miku but looking at Fuutarou. That was the last thing she said before retreating to the bathroom, presumably to take care of 'personal business'.

"I should have let her wash herself," he thought, sighing heavily. Thankfully, the other quints were more concerned with Nino's clothes and her demeanor more than anything else. It didn't seem like they noticed anything about her face and why it seemed like her face was shining for some reason.

With everyone else being suspicious of Nino's actions, Fuutarou decided it wouldn't be a good idea to do anything else with Nino for the rest of the day. He decided that it would be better for him to just head home after he's done with Nino's test papers.

The living room was mostly empty now, except for him. Nino came out of the bathroom earlier and went back to her room, with none of them saying to one another mainly, because her sisters were still around. One by one, each of them departed to their bedrooms and bid him a good night (even Itsuki), which left him as the only one left there.

As he finished checking the last of Nino's answers, he saw Ichika walking down the staircase with a towel, which meant that she was going to take a shower. He told her to tell everyone else that he was done and had already left once she's finished, and Ichika only gave him a smile and a nod before leaving for the bathroom.

Fuutarou arranged his stuff and stood up, taking one last look at the place — particularly the hall upstairs — before turning around to leave. However, just before he could reach the door, he heard a pair of footsteps rushing down the staircase and running towards him. He knew who it was without turning, but her sharp voice confirmed it.

"You're leaving already?" asked Nino, grabbing the edge of Fuutarou's sleeve as if to say, 'Don't leave yet!'.

He slowly turned to face her. The redheaded girl was wearing the same shorts and tube top she had earlier. She looked unbothered from how her top was about to slip off her shoulders.

"I have nothing else to do here, because I'm done grading your papers in which you, as expected, scored poorly… unless you need me for something?"

Nino's cheeks flushed out of both irritation that he had to mention her poor grades but also embarrassment at what she was about to say next. "C-Come to my room, okay…? It's important."

Fuutarou stared at her for a few moments before he shrugged, letting Nino lead the way to her bedroom as he followed behind her.

As they entered the room, Fuutarou dropped his things to the side while Nino locked the door. Just as he was about to ask what she wanted from him, he saw Nino discarding her clothes; first her loose top that freed her bouncing breasts which already bore stiff nipples as a sign of her arousal, followed by her shorts, revealing her clean and shaven pussy that was already dripping wet with her juices. She picked up her diary from her bed as well as another object that Fuutarou couldn't recognize at first.

Nino swung her hips as she moved closer to him, not a stitch of clothing left on her. In one hand, she held her diary tightly clasped to her chest, and in the other — now that he could see it a lot clearer — a flat leather paddle about 10 inches long and as wide as her thigh.

"I nearly told everyone about our relationship earlier… something I shouldn't have done." the naked redhead said, looking ashamed. However, compared to the ones that had contributed to her arousal, she looked rather disappointed, mostly towards herself for a specific reason. She handed both objects to him while he somehow tried to take her all in, all at once. Then, finally, his brain seemed to click in realization.

"So you think you should be punished?" he asked, his vision overflowing with the shape and color of Nino's soft yet massive breasts. His body reacted without thought, and his pants were suddenly very uncomfortable, and he was tempted to turn around just to adjust his length before it could bother him.

"Yes," Nino said, while trying to stop herself from smirking when she noticed where he was looking at. "My eyes are up here, you know."

He did know, but he didn't care. He kept staring at those glorious melons of hers for a few moments, taking a moment to once again remind himself that only he would get to enjoy these as much as he wants. Then, after he'd had his fill of her girliness, he glanced at the paddle.

"You can't be serious," Fuutarou murmured.

"I'm always serious, idiot." Nino retorted, unable to hold back the smirk she had this time. "Since you know what this is, I'm assuming you know what you're going to do?"

"Your sisters are—"

"In their rooms, waiting for their turn to take a shower." Spreading her knees, Nino ran the paddle's handle down to the mound between her legs, where a thick smear of bodily moisture had already begun gathering, a clear sign that she didn't want to wait around any longer. "And you don't have to worry. I wrote in the diary that the walls here are soundproof. I wasn't kidding about that."

Nino handed over the diary to his left hand, which he took without hesitation. He didn't say anything else, which made it look like he was on board with what she wanted but as Nino went to kiss him, his hands came up and pushed stiffly against her shoulders. She froze, blue eyes blinking, suddenly not understanding.

"Wait just a moment," was all he managed to say, before he took a seat on the bed. Nino only stared at him as he clasped his hands together and breathed slowly into them, as though he was completely nervous about something. The girl was about to ask him if something was wrong, but he beat her to it. "I thought about what you said to Ichika, about me not making a move on you." Fuutarou admitted as he looked up at her, feeling very awkward.

"Are you stupid or something?" Nino asked, somehow insulted that he would think that way. "I was just trying to get her off my back. You can't really think I meant that."

"It's not that," he told her, looking away from her body for the first time. "I thought about it and realized that I really was just ignoring you. I was too focused on everything that's related to studies that I didn't think of anything else. You know, before I took up this job as your tutor, I was completely focused on studying that I forgot what it's like to make friends and how to have them. Because of that, I ended up making a stupid mistake that caused Itsuki to hate me, which is why your sister is still hostile towards me until now." He looked back towards her with a small frown. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry that I only noticed you just now. I have no way of knowing what it's like to get someone's attention only to get ignored, and I can just imagine."

Nino was incredulous., to the point that she couldn't say anything at first. Eventually, she shook her head and folded her arms, taking a seat beside him. "Forget about it, alright? I'm not angry at you. I don't blame you for not noticing me, either. I know that I haven't been really good at giving you signs myself, so it's my fault too. She admitted, knowing that her attitude towards him initially spoke for herself most of the time, and it wouldn't be far off to say that she really did hate him, if it wasn't for her diary.

"I also thought about what Yotsuba said out of nowhere. It surprised me, honestly, but I thought we should talk about that too," he continued, turning his head to look straight into her eyes without fear.

"U-Uh, she was obviously kidding!" Nino sputtered. She knew what he was talking about, and she immediately began to think of a reason why he was talking about this. Right now, he was only supposed to punish her and she would take it, and they shouldn't be spending this time talking about something that's too early. "It's not that I don't want you as my boyfriend, though! I-I'm just saying— it's too early for those kinds of things! We haven't even—!"

Nino was immediately silenced when Fuutarou pressed his finger to her lips, which caused her to blush as she looked at him. He had a small smile on his face, which was already the opposite of his apologetic look a while ago. What was he trying to do here?

"So, you're completely fine being in a relationship with me?" he smirked, lowering his finger so she could give him her answer..

Nino's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates, her cheeks becoming redder than ever. What the hell was he asking?! This wasn't any way related to giving her punishment at all! And yet, despite that, Nino couldn't help but give him an honest answer, one that came straight from what she truly felt. "I— uhm… m-maybe, uh… y-y-yeah… I am…"

Fuutarou chuckled at her flustered response, before he put on a more serious expression, although he made sure that his voice was soft and calm so that he wouldn't give her the impression that he was angry or anything.

"Don't worry. Of course I knew she was kidding. I'm not as dense as you think I am. What I'm trying to say is… I'm not content with what's currently happening between us. I may know the most humiliating things about you through your diary, you may be willing to have sex with me, and you may let me do all those things to you, but it's not enough."

A wave of nervousness suddenly washed through Nino. She listened to his every word and tried to understand them as best as she could, but all she got from them was the fact that Fuutarou wanted more from their relationship. At one point, she felt like he was trying to imply that he was already tired of this and that he didn't want to continue anymore, a thought that scared her until she threw that thought away and focused on Fuutarou himself instead.

"Well… what do you want?" she asked slowly, trying her best to hide the growing nervousness in her tone.

Fuutarou stared at her for a few moments, before he began his piece. "I want there to be more between us," he told her, his tone serious. "I want you to like me… not just because I'm the guy you fantasize about. I want you to love me. I want to mean something to you. Something more than just sex and fantasies."

Being the one who was the object of Nino's affections, he shouldn't need validation if a girl like her was willing to be with him. Just being allowed in the same bed as her, much less having the priviledge to claim her sex, should be enough.

Fuutarou Uesugi didn't want that. He knew to himself that he liked Nino and he wished to explore more of these feelings he had for her, not just lust and infatuation. Before, he wanted nothing more than to study hard, be able to graduate, and earn money for his family. Now, he wanted more than that and it's all thanks to the girl who was with him, who showed him that there was more to life than just studying and working hard, even if it was through the means of a highly detailed and intimate diary.

He wanted to experience love.

Meanwhile, Nino almost felt like she was just dreaming, as her eyes began to widen out of shock. Her worries were quickly thrown out the window when she heard those words from his mouth, and all that filled her right now was astonishment, wonder, and excitement. It was already taking a lot out of her to suppress the urge to tear his clothes off and fuck all night, but she opted to hear it from his mouth first.

"Y-You mean…?" she asked, her excitement growing as quick as her arousal.

He moved closer to her, close enough that their faces were inches away from each other.

"Nino, will you go out with me?"

Her answer could not be any more obvious.

"…Yes! Yes, I will!"

Nino couldn't wait anymore. She tackled him to the bed and straddled him, shoving both her hands on his shoulder and her legs on either side of his body. She grinded her weight down against him, trapping his member between their bodies and Fuutarou gave no resistance when Nino grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up over his head. She tossed it aside and bent down to attack his lips hungrily, as the two engaged in a wild makeout session that saw them touching every part of each other's bodies as much as they could.

She was everything he could want in a girl, which was a fact that he can now fully acknowledge. He loved touching her body, looking at it, being inside it. But Fuutarou knew that knowing Nino's body wasn't the same as knowing Nino herself. It was so ironic; the girl whom he was at odds with from day one was now the one whom he wanted to be with, the one whom he wanted to experience love with, and the one whom he had growing feelings for.

They continued to kiss and touch each other until they finally separated after a full minute, where they were left staring into each other's eyes and breathing heavily for air.

"So, we're really dating now?" Nino said, as if to ask reassurance that she wasn't dreaming or anything.

Fuutarou grinned at her, pushing back her hair so he could see her beautiful face. Her blue eyes shone despite being shadowed by her long hair. "If that's how you want to call it, then yeah."

She smiled in return, which Fuutarou could admit was one beautiful smile that befitted a girl like Nino. "What do we do about my sisters? Do we tell them?" she asked, finally moving away from him and returning to her position earlier.

Fuutarou sat up as well, putting on a stern look in place of his smile. "As of now, it's best if we keep this between us. As much as possible, I want to convince Itsuki to study with us first before we say anything. I've tried keeping secrets from my family before, and let's just say that it didn't end well for me when they eventually found out about it. But let's only do that when none of your sisters have bad blood with me."

Nino frowned, obviously displeased with that move although she understood the reason why. "Well, if we can't even tell them that we're dating, then how can we even go on dates? I don't want my first relationship to just be about sex and fucking, as much as it sounds good to my ears."

"We could just spend time together," Fuutarou said. Honestly, this was his first relationship as well, and he was just as inexperienced as her. That didn't mean he wasn't willing to give this a try and figure out how this should work, though. "And talk."

"That's exactly what we've been doing." Nino gave a short laugh. She swung her leg over the other and brushed the hair from her eyes. Her butt sank a good inch into the soft mattress.

"In a different way, I mean," Fuutarou clarified.

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. Actually talking, like with words and stuff. Not with our private parts. But talking means knowing what to say, and neither of us do." Nino placed a hand over his when she saw him frown. "Don't be stupid. The fact that we can't talk at first is why this happened. I've had a hard time being honest for as long as I can remember, so I had to put all my thoughts into a diary. And in your case, you loved to ignore me for some reason." She scowled sharply. "I won't accept it."

He frowned at her in return, obviously offended by that remark. She was the one who didn't want to talk, not him. He was ready to put aside their differences and talk if she was willing to, but she never did. "That was before I knew that you've been having fantasies, obviously. I'm talking to you right now, aren't I?"

She got in his face, jabbing a finger into his chest. "You didn't even talk to me while I was butt naked earlier, answering those stupid tests. It was your idea, by the way, but you only talked to me after I caught you staring!" And just like that, the mood between them switched once again, going from loving and sweet to irked and exasperated. It almost felt like a cartoon.

"Because you were answering tests that I made! I'm your tutor, so why would I talk to you while you're in the midst of studying?"

Finally, those words seemed to do the trick, as Nino realized she lost the battle and began to calm down and move away from him. "You're right… and you can't fully talk to me either when my other sisters are with us, or we're busted." She groaned as she clenched her hands tightly. "Ugh, this isn't how I thought my first real relationship would go!"

"…Maybe I can write some stuff of my own in your diary?" he suggested, a hint of red showing on his cheeks. The idea had just come to him; he wasn't sure if it was a good one, but it was better than nothing. "My own fantasies. At least then I won't be just following along with you, but we'll do what I want as well. It should make whatever time we have together even worth it, don't you think?."

"You have fantasies?" Nino asked, clearly surprised.

"I guess…? You could say that after we did it earlier, I started giving a lot more thought about these things and I suppose I have a thing or two in mind." He rubbed the back of his head, looking unsure of what he should say. On one hand, he didn't really have any fantasy of his own and even if he did, it surely won't be as extreme as Nino. On the other hand, it was a good idea and he felt interested in thinking about various scenarios that they could act out.

Yep, he was turning into a pervert now. That's what a perverted girlfriend like Nino does to someone like him.

Nino thought about it for a moment, then nodded with a smile. She liked the idea of Fuutarou writing his own fantasies. She liked it very much. "Sure, go ahead," she said. "I can't be the only pervert writing things down in this relationship."

'Relationship' — Fuutarou liked hearing that word, especially now when she said it. It meant that she really considered them as more than sexfriends, and she was as equally serious about this as he was.

"But…" Nino added suddenly. She slid her feet across the carpet and stretched her long legs fully. Her eyes lingered on Fuutarou's, deep blue as always, but less angry. "That should be for later. Right now, I'm an orgasm short."

Fuutarou moved closer, raising his hand and moving it across her thigh slowly, their knees touching. Nino blushed at his action, but felt her arousal rising once again.

"Well," he whispered, leaning in, his lips nearly in her ear, "you still need to be punished."

Nino opened her mouth, but whether she was about to agree or protest, Fuutarou never found out. Before a single word left her lips, blushing intensely, she lowered herself to the floor and turned around, her head towards the door, her lovely, creamy ass facing him.

"She looks so good like that," Fuutarou thought. He wondered how much a picture of her like this would sell for in school. A lot, probably, if anyone even believed it was really her. He felt a little guilty for thinking of something like that.

Regardless, Fuutarou moved down and positioned himself on his knees right behind Nino, giving her offered ass one final look before he raised his hand, and the paddle with it.

"Count, but don't touch your body." Suddenly, the young man was filled with a rush of confidence and allowed him to speak with a firm voice. His grip tightened on the paddle's long, smooth handle. "I know you said this place was soundproof, but try to stay quiet. I don't want to leave any openings for your sisters to see us like this. Keep your hands on the floor. Spread your legs more."

"I know how to take a paddling!" Nino grumbled loudly, but did as she was told anyway. "Come on, stop dragging it out. It's embarrassing having my ass like—"

She got her wish.

Leather whistled through the air, before impacting the bare teen's flesh across both upturned cheeks with a thundering WHACK!

"Ahhh— o-one!" Nino hissed as a sharp breath left her lungs. Her body jerked forward, but quickly tensed and held its ground. This time there was no protest, not even a look back over a shoulder to glare at him for surprising her. Instead, she braced for more.

Fuutarou was pleased with the reaction. He waited a few seconds, touching the paddle to Nino's reddening cheeks. Then he swung again.

*WHACK!*

"T-Two!" Nino groaned quietly after the paddle struck. Her bottom was rapidly turning red. A very nice color for her, which fit her hair nicely.

*WHACK!*

"T-T-Three!"

As she called out the third blow, Fuutarou noticed Nino began rubbing her legs together and pressing her face into the carpet to keep the noise down. He swung again. And again. And again. And again. Over and over, turning her luscious butt into a pair of stinging red tomatoes.

Nino had no way of knowing yet, but Fuutarou had already decided this was to be her longest count ever. It would also be her only release for the evening. No fingers. No mouth. No dick. Just the paddle and his arm because he still needed to go home.

Nonetheless, she would write after this, like a naughty girl doing lines on a chalkboard. A naked and naughty girl with a very red and very hot bottom.

A perverted boyfriend who is dominant and a perverted girlfriend who is submissive. Perfect.