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

It wasn't until the Monday that Fuutarou got a chance to read Nino's latest entry in her diary. Honestly, he wondered how he managed to get through the rest of the weekend without seeing his new girlfriend even once. Was this how boyfriends felt without seeing their partners for more than 24 hours?

Anyway, he couldn't be any more glad that he had her email address saved. What they lacked in physical interactions they made up for in text messages and a few calls here and there. After all, they would meet again come Monday, so they wouldn't have to wait for long.

He definitely could have gone without Nino informing him that she masturbated several times yesterday while thinking of him, even before sleeping, because she sent that message exactly while he was eating breakfast with his family…

Anyway, instead of bringing the diary with him last Saturday, he left it with her for the time being so she could write more entries in it. He'd set her a minimum of at least one page everyday, but she was free not to write if needed.

Nino had slipped it into his grasp when she and her sisters met him on the way to school and luckily, no one saw them do so. As she got close to him, Fuutarou noticed that she was staying true to what he told her about wearing no underwear even in school, causing Nino to blush deeply as he gave her a kiss for following his orders.

The kiss left her dazed, which forced him to give her a quick spank to her bare ass, leaving her hot and bothered as he told her to get to class already. Fuutarou laughed as he saw the obvious trail of juices that was flowing down her thighs, which Nino tried to hide desperately from other students.

Right now, it was a free period after their history class, and Fuutarou took this time to read his girlfriend's diary. She had not disappointed. Nino seldom did, unless if she was studying.

This day has gotta be the BEST day of my life! I did it! He finally noticed me! We even did 'it'! And it wasn't a dream at all! It was all real! When I woke up this morning, I saw him sucking on my toe and he looked like he was loving it. Of course he would, it's me we're talking about. He'd love any part of my body and it showed when we had sex after that. It felt so fucking good to have him touch me in all of my weak spots that I wondered why it took him so long to notice me.

Who knew that he would finally have the balls to do me? After he read my diary, no less? I suppose I'll have to thank my crazy, messed-up dirty mind for thinking of this plan. Normally, I would never put my diary in my own dresser but it got me to finally get fucked by that tutor of mine. Before that, he actually spanked me over and over that it made me so wet and almost begging for more. I could tell that Fuu-kun wanted to hit me for a long time now, but he never did. That idiot. I would have let him push me down and spank me as much as he wants if he asked! Ugh, he only did it after reading my diary. Hm, now that he knows about it, maybe I can act more like a spoiled kid around him? That would surely get him to do something to discipline me. I can already feel my hot cunt getting warm just by thinking about it.

I liked it so much that my pussy wanted to be the one taking those hits. Is this the sign of a masochist? I have no idea if it is, but I don't care! As long as I can be punished for the bad girl that I am, I'll take whatever Fuu-kun dishes out on me.

He claimed my virginity. I claimed his. It was good, by the way. The best fuck of my life so far, and something I'll never forget. I already etched his cock into my memory, as a matter if fact. My butt was so red from everything and it hurt so much, but I loved it. Pain and pleasure, both at the same time. It gives me chills and it makes me so wet and aroused. And for a first time, he fucked me pretty damn good that I passed out. If he can do that within three minutes, then I better step up my game! I don't want to last three minutes while I'm being hammered home!

We talked about what happened when I woke up again. He looked pretty nervous about it at first, but it's understandable, I guess? The idiot came inside me, of course he'd be worried that I might get pregnant, but I'm sure that nothing's gonna happen. I know more about my own cycles than him. More importantly, he was willing to continue fucking me and acting out more of my crazy perverted fantasies, but only if I join the study gang! Yeah, yeah, whatever. Even I know that I really need help with my grades but more importantly, I'll still be able to get some alone time with him whenever I can. Hm, I wonder if I can arrange a day where I'm the only one he's teaching. Should be a good chance to try out some stuff involving teacher and student… I should search them up online.

If that's not enough, he actually asked me out tonight! RIGHT HERE! RIGHT HERE AT MY OWN HOUSE! He literally asked me out like what a guy says to a girl when he really likes her! I said yes, of course, because I'm not dumb. I like Fuu-kun, and I've had my eyes on him ever since we met! Sure, we didn't really click together until now, but we got past that! Every couple goes through fights and if they can stay together even after that, it just shows how perfect they are for each other. Even after all I did to try and push him away, he still came back and didn't give up.

Do I love him? I don't know yet, but I could definitely see myself saying that in the future. It really pisses me off that we can't even go on a date, but I guess I understand why. If my sisters catch us, I don't know how they would take it, especially Itsuki. It's best if we lay low for now, but anyway. I wonder what would Fuu-kun look like if he goes back to his blonde hair? I learned from that handbook of his that he had blonde hair back then and he looked like a bad boy, exactly someone who's my type! Am I super lucky, or are we just fated to be together? BEST. DAY. EVER.

I know Fuu-kun wants to think about it, but I really, really hope he goes back to the blonde look. I'm not forcing him, of course, but it fits him so much! He already looks attractive as he is now, but I think if he's blonde again, I wouldn't be able to control myself. I'll get so wet and hot and bothered the moment I see him that I'll tear all my clothes off and demand him to pound me right where we are.

"This girl doesn't miss a beat," Fuutarou thought with a smirk. "Did she really just write all this in one night? Maybe, or maybe she finished one part and continued it the next morning…? Anyway, at this point, she could send this to a hentai publishing company and maybe it could be animated and released for all teenagers out there."

Fuutarou expected that he would see mostly Nino and her uncontrollable desires but from what she wrote here, it showed that she had other things in mind other than her arousal and everything related to that, which is their newly-formed relationship.

From how she wrote several times that what happened last Saturday made up the best day that's ever happened to her, there's no denying that she was fully content with everything that came out of that. Honestly, he couldn't blame her for that.

He had read her diary, had sex with her, she finally made peace with him and accepted him as her tutor, they had a hot and steamy afternoon together, he had asked her out that evening, and gave her a punishment that she would never forget at the end of it. Fuutarou couldn't deny that he also enjoyed everything.

When his eyes had landed on a particular L-word, Fuutarou couldn't help but blush and read that portion closer, taking in every word and its meaning. He could feel his heart beating faster when Nino wrote down that she could see herself saying she loved him someday, and that she truly wanted to go on a date with him.

Truth be told, he wouldn't mind going on a date as well, but with their current situation, it isn't really the right time for that to happen. Maybe after he convinces Itsuki to join them. Anyway, he continued to read until the part where Nino mentions his old self and started to picture what he would look like if he was still blonde.

"Maybe I should go back to that… it's not like it'll change much, just my appearance. I suppose it's quite symbolic too. I'll still be the same top student and tutor, but I'm also someone who doesn't ignore the people around him now. Plus, isn't a boyfriend supposed to make his girlfriend happy?" he asked rhetorically.

Thirty swats! THIRTY! And he didn't even fuck me afterwards. This must be his real punishment. I just can't believe it. Yeah, I guess I did get out of line with Ichika and the others, but I didn't mean it. If I can't be myself, then what am I supposed to do? The worst part is that I am even hornier now than I was before. I guess I really am some kind of a closet masochist. But I know it's not the pain that does it. It's WHO does it. It's who paddles me, and cums on my face and has me naked. That's what drives me mad. That's why I crave it so much. I don't even care that he's reading this. What else am I supposed to do?

I can't even masturbate. That's just mean. Even though I know it won't help much. He really wants me to suffer, huh? At least it's something. Maybe I should have just played with myself before getting that paddle. I should have known he'd be angry with me. That he wouldn't like what I said in front of Ichika, Miku, and Itsuki, even though he didn't look angry at first. Obviously, this is part of my punishment. If he thinks it's important… well, I guess it's progress. I suppose I should consider myself lucky that he can think and do stuff like this and not just pretend I don't exist, but that's what happens when you have a boyfriend, right?

When he said I'd have to keep his cum on my face during dinner, with my sisters there… my heart was beating so fast. Surely they would see. They'd find out. And then what would I say?

"Sorry, girls, I just love having Fuu-kun's stinky cum on my face. Might as well put it in my food, too!"

God, it's so stupid. Would they even believe it? Would they believe that their stupid, hot Fuutarou had done such a thing to me? I could barely sit still thinking about what might happen. But even with the chance that we might be discovered, I couldn't help feeling aroused. My shorts got so wet I was afraid that they'd notice the stain on the front, or the trail down my thighs. I think I got away with touching my pussy a few times. None of them didn't say anything, and neither did Fuu-kun. Who knows.

I'll have to go to school with a sore bottom tomorrow. That doesn't bother me nearly as much as it probably should. I'd walk through school naked if it meant getting a good fuck from my boyfriend at the end. I don't even care if anyone sees. Fuu-kun can just find a classroom — empty or not! — bend me over the teacher's desk, pull down my panties and cram that hard, throbbing—

"Uesugi-kun!"

Fuutarou jerked in surprise, almost jumping completely out of his chair. His eyes shot up only to find Itsuki Nakano leaning over him, both hands clenched tightly while frowning at him.

"Next time, try calling other people without scaring them, Itsuki. They may not be as forgiving as me," Fuutarou sighed and shook his head. He closed the diary, hoping it wasn't too late to hide what he'd been reading. "Is there something you want to talk to me about? Normally, I'm the one trying to talk to you, but this is a different scenario."

"What is going on with Nino?" she asked.

"Why are you asking me this? Aren't you her sister? Shouldn't you know how she's feeling without anyone telling you?" Fuutarou calmly deflected the question.

"Because you're the only person who has been with us outside of school! Earlier this morning, she looked very uncomfortable while we were eating breakfast and the whole time, she was only talking about you. Yesterday, she was like that as well, only that she was more quiet." Itsuki explained, before raising an eyebrow at him suspiciously. "What exactly happened between you two during the weekend?"

Fuutarou immediately understood. Nino was either squirming while they were eating altogether since she wasn't wearing any underwear, or she was just itching to touch herself the entire time, or because of her sore red bottom which he had given her this past weekend.

Of course, he wasn't going to tell her sister those things, but now that he knew this, he'll definitely have to talk to her later on.

He only shrugged in response.

"Didn't I already tell you?" he sarcastically drawled out. "We had a long talk and we've made up. She's going to be studying with us from now on, which is something that only you refuse to do at this point."

Itsuki ignored his remark about her being stubborn and seemed skeptical about his answer instead. "I don't believe you. Nino talks about you all the time ever since the weekend that it just seems strange. She didn't like you at first, but now she's completely changed."

Fuutarou had to admit, however, that hearing these things about Nino from Itsuki made him feel a little guilty knowing he was the source of her troubles. But then again, it's not like Nino was protesting against him when he punished her ass with the paddle. She also didn't protest against his decision to make her stop wearing underwear anywhere she goes, even in school and if anything, she liked it.

"If you don't believe me, then I don't know what else to say," Fuutarou said. "Your sister has a crush on me, maybe? How should I know? I've never given much thought about these things. If she's changed, then isn't that a good thing?"

Itsuki continued to look at him suspiciously for a few more seconds before releasing a deep sigh. "Very well, I'll believe you for now." She then frowned deeply. "But I'm warning you, Uesugi-kun. If I find out that you're the reason why Nino is being like this, I'll never forgive you."

He sweatdropped, finding it weird how Itsuki says she won't forgive him when they weren't on good terms yet, or were they? He didn't know. "Right. Anyway, I need to be somewhere. I'll see you later, I guess." He started to rise.

Itsuki blinked in confusion. She obviously didn't expect him to say that, not when they're still in a classroom. "Huh? B-But we're still—"

"It's a free period, Itsuki. We're free to do what we want. Why don't you spend the rest of the time left thinking about how easy it would be to just give in and join us in studying?"

Picking up the diary, Fuutarou walked out of the classroom without another word, ignoring Itsuki and whatever reaction she had. He went straight to the staircase and headed up towards the rooftop.

Even there, he was not alone. Since the day was sunny and the weather was nice, many students had predictably favored spending their recess time outside. Most were down in the yard, but a few had other ideas and climbed to the roof. They hung out along the fence in small groups, and none paid any attention to him, which was just what he wanted.

He stood in a shady spot near a wall between the air conditioning vents and opened the diary in his hands, eager to pick up where he had left off.

…I'd cry and moan, but the way they'd look at me would make me moan even louder. If they want to think I'm a slut, I can show them how much of a slut I can be. I'd love feeling his dick, being exposed and rutted into like some wild dog, bracing myself against the desk and thrusting my ass back. He can cum inside, pull my hair and slap my ass if I don't do a good enough job pleasing. He can grab my breasts and rip my clothes from me, stripping me before the whole class. And I would never stop dripping.

After he's done using me, my pussy stuffed full of thick warm cum, he'd make me walk around naked down the halls, showing everyone every inch of my lewd body. My ass. My pussy. My breasts. Everything. He'd turn me into some exhibitionist doll. The shame would be unbearable. But my lust even more so. I'd beg just to be allowed to fuck him. I'd declare how much I want him. How much I want them all to know, even my sisters. I'm not afraid of sex anymore. I'm not afraid of him making me do things.

Of course, afterwards there would be punishment. I can take a ruler to my ass while they watch me. Even despite my punishment, I'll laugh at my sisters' reactions when they see me being bent over and hit in the ass like the bad girl that I am. I can imagine the sting as it strikes me, just like he did with the paddle tonight. He'd put me up against the blackboard and smack me more until my butt turns red from the blows, and I would be forced to cry out his name and beg for mercy that I wouldn't get.

Damn. This is making me so hot. I want to masturbate. My fingers itch. I feel the wetness slowly leaking out onto the sheets. My ass hurts, but that doesn't stop the cravings, the yearning for an explosion only he can give me. I can't even be angry. I understand that this is what it means to give yourself to some else. To fulfill your fantasies. But I want what I want, and not getting it is so frustrating.

I hope he understands this. It's not just an orgasm. It's a NEED. Not just the stubbornness of my perverted, weak body. I would beg for release if I could. My fingers are twitching. I gave him my word, though. I agreed to this. How can I go against what I've said?

Maybe he'll grow bored and come get me tonight. Just ring on the door and I'll open it for you. Then you can fuck me all night long, Fuu-kun. Maybe. Please. I can't sleep like this. Please make me cum. Stupid Fuu-kun. MAKE. ME. CUM.

He sighed, as usual wondering how much of what Nino said was true. If it was true, then he felt a little bad that he didn't He waited for his erection to subside, which had grown a bit after reading, then closed the diary and headed down again just in time for the bell.

The events after today's classes proved challenging — and beyond frustrating. He had tried once again to get Itsuki to join the study gang but as usual, she was too stubborn to accept. Then they were all gathered at the library, where no one else aside from Nino seemed to care that midterms were taking place next week. The fact that they were all willing to cooperate with him in studying did manage to calm him down somewhat, but what took place after that caused him to panic.

Itsuki caught up to him when he was about to leave, saying that she had a phone call that was intended for him. When he accepted it, he was surprised to find out it was the quints' father who wanted to speak with him. However, that surprise soon turned into horror when he learned of the man's challenge for him.

If one of the girls fail their midterm exams, their father was going to find a new tutor for them.

Fuutarou tried to make the man reconsider his decision but the father was adamant in testing his abilities as a tutor and bid him good luck before ending the call.

The young man almost threw the phone to the ground out of frustration, but Itsuki had stopped him. He had tried once more to convince Itsuki to join him and her sisters in studying afterwards, but she continued to insist that she didn't need his help. This led to their biggest argument yet, ending with both of them saying that they wouldn't want to work with the other.

Right after Itsuki had walked away, Nino came out of the school and saw her boyfriend just up ahead. Upon seeing him walking by himself, Nino wasted no time and ran over to him.

"Are you heading home right away? You could come with us, you know? I'll buy you any drink you want~" she said, sounding slightly frazzed but still managing to give him a playful smile. Fuutarou could very well guess why. Unfortunately for her…

"No," he answered, trying his best to hide his frustration regarding this added pressure on his job as well as Itsuki's stubbornness. He needed to clear his mind and as much as he wanted to spend time with Nino, as much as doing all these naughty things with her brought a smile to his face, her presence won't be enough to solve his problem. "I have to get home."

Nino frowned unhappily. "What for?"

"I need to have a talk with my old man," Fuutarou explained. He already knew this would be a crazy idea but if there's anyone he can talk to about girls, then it's his father.

"Oh," she blinked a few times, before realizing what this meant. "Then tonight…"

He knew what she meant without her having to say anymore. He gave his head a little shake. "You should rest tonight. I don't know how you've been feeling while in class, but seeing how you act right now is the answer I need. You… ah, you seem sore."

"I am SORE, but that's no excuse to—" Nino trailed off when she saw the look he was giving her. "Dammit, we have midterms next week already. I'm gonna be all jumpy and stressed if we don't do anything to take my mind off it!"

"That's exactly why I don't want to do anything right now," Fuutarou held her gaze long enough to let her know he was serious, then looked away.

"I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you after this, alright?" he told her, holding out her diary before him.

"Fine," she groaned. Nino knew there was no way to convince him at this point, so she simply grabbed her diary and put it in her bag. "See you when I see you, Fuu-kun. You know where to find me."

She leaned in close and gave him a kiss on the lips, lasting for only a second before pulling away and leaving him there. For a moment, Fuutarou thought about kicking himself for pushing her away like that, but he wasn't lying. He had to go home and talk with his dad, and not entirely because he wanted to.

He simply needed to.

Fuutarou Uesugi walked up to the older man in his house's kitchen, who wore a black shirt, brown pants and dark sunglasses. He looked so much like the younger man

"Eh, Fuutarou, did you really come to see your old man instead of teaching those girls? Man, Maruo's not gonna like this when he finds out."

And just like that, Fuutarou lost his drive to talk to his own father as he hung his head.

"You know, if you're not even willing to take this seriously, I'm just gonna head to my room and stay there for the rest of the day."

"Woah, woah, learn to take a joke, will you?" Isanari Uesugi waved off his son's irritation and put on a more serious look, sitting down at the table before inviting his Fuutarou to do the same. "So what was that message you sent me about? You said you needed help about one of the girls?"

Fuutarou gave a stiff nod, sitting on another side of the table. There would probably be no one better than his own father when it comes to this subject, as much as he hated it.

A grin slowly formed on Isanari's face. "Let me guess, it's about Nino-chan, isn't it?"

The young man's eyes slowly widened. "How did you know…?" He looked away as a sudden heat began rising on his cheeks.

"Don't underestimate me, Fuutarou. Ever since I first saw her when we were at the festival, I noticed she had her eyes on you. I actually counted the days that have passed since that time to see how long it would take you to notice her." Isanari's grin widened. "But since you're here talking about Nino-chan, it seems like you've noticed her already. That's two weeks… definitely better than what I thought at first."

Fuutarou sent him an incredulous look. "But how did you know it was her? I could have been talking someone else instead."

"You just told me," the older man shrugged, before laughing heartily.

"Oh." Fuutarou hung his head in shame at falling for such a simple trick. He should have seen that coming, damn it! "Crap, I fell for it!"

Isanari took a moment to chuckle at his son before placing a hand on his shoulder. No matter how much Fuutarou tried to differentiate and prove himself better than his own father, he could still be outplayed by the simplest of jokes and tricks that Isanari had.

"So… she's the reason why you're here?" Isanari asked, deciding to get to the point of this conversation. Fuutarou wouldn't talk to him like this for any other reason unless if it was serious.

Fuutarou nodded slowly. "Yeah, sort of. I needed some help to figure something out, and you're the only one I can count on for advice."

Sensing the obvious dilemma in his son's voice, Isanari frowned. "Advice? Advice for what?"

"Well… I'm gonna be frank about it," Fuutarou took a deep breath, and braced himself for what was going to happen after he says his next words. "Nino and I are dating and—"

"You two are going out already?!" Isanari cut him off, shocked at what his son just said.

The young man only sighed and gave a nod, as he already saw this kind of reaction from his father. Now he had to wait for a bit to tell the older man what he wanted to because he'll surely go crazy about this newfound knowledge…

"Holy shit Fuutarou, you're even way faster than I am! I never got to date your mother until seven months after we met! You only met Nino-chan for like a few weeks and now you two are already going out. I'm even more surprised that you, out of all people, is going out with someone. I mean, you've been so focused on your academics to even notice girls! Tell me how it happened!"

"I will, I will, but… you have to swear that you won't lose your mind after. I'm serious. This isn't something you can joke about like you always do," Fuutarou rolled his eyes before shifting to a serious demeanor.

Isanari blinked a few times, before he nodded eventually. He knew when a situation is serious enough to require his full attention. "Sure. Lay it on me."

Fuutarou took a deep breath once again, before leaning closer to his father so he could recount what happened between him and Nino during the past weekend, including how he asked her out and she accepted. As much as he didn't want to, he also told Isanari that he and Nino lost their virginities to each other, but he made sure not to mention anything about her diary or any of the other things they did. There's no way he could have the stomach to tell someone else — not even his father — that he made Nino study in the nude, made her go full commando all the time, and that he made her beautiful ass become tomato red with a paddle.

By the end of it, Isanari had a gobsmacked expression on his face as he turned slowly towards his son. "Fuutarou, are you serious?" he asked slowly.

"When have I ever joked, old man? Do you think I would joke about this?" his son, looking completely embarrassed about doing this. How could he not be, he basically told his father that he had lost his virginity, more so in an unexpected manner.

"Uh…" Isanari had no idea what to say for a few moments, before he cleared his throat loudly. "Well, I didn't expect this to happen you two so early, but you two are growing teenagers, so I can understand. I honestly lost mine when I was about the same age. Anyway, I'm not gonna be mad at you, though the same can't be said for Maruo if he ever finds about this." He looked at his son with a frown. "You two did use protection, right?"

Unwilling to tell the truth and cause further complications, Fuutarou only nodded. He'll just have to trust Nino's words for it. "Yes."

"That's good. I would have to give you a little beating if you didn't," Isanari felt relieved that his son wasn't stupid and knew how to have safe sex. Now that he felt calmer, he looked less serious than before. "So what exactly did you need my help with?"

"Like I said, advice." Fuutarou admitted. "Nino's… complicated."

Isanari cocked an eyebrow, before giving his son a smirk. "Ah yes, girls. Such marvelous beings, aren't they? But Nino-chan's not what you'd call complicated, if I had to be honest. From what I've seen of her so far, she makes their mother easy by comparison."

Fuutarou blinked. "Really?"

"Yep. Rena-sensei had a strict side and she won't hesitate to punish students who were being naughty in class. But at the same time, she had a caring side. She may have been strict and harsh but in the end, she only wanted the best for her—"

"Wait, that's not what this is about," Fuutarou hurriedly corrected. "Nino and I get along just fine now, but… I feel like it's too soon. Don't get me wrong, I feel happy that she actually said yes when I asked her to go out with me, but I feel like there's something missing. I know what Nino wants, but it's just that it doesn't seem like that's all there should be to it."

"If you know what she wants then, you've already done most of the work," Isanari said, listening very closely to his son's words.

"But that can't be. It doesn't feel like it should be. It's—"

"Easy?" Isanari finished for him. "Girls like Nino are never easy. You should know that."

Fuutarou shook his head, then brushed back locks of black hair from his eyes. "No, that's not what I meant. It's… shallow, I guess. It almost feels like reading some cheat codes in a videogame online. Like you get a key to some secret, but it's not something you really earned." He was indirectly referring to the diary, which became the sole reason why he and Nino have done all that they have so far. If it wasn't for that thing, he wasn't sure if things would still be the same between them.

Isanari nodded slowly, watching his son lower his head in a depressed manner. "So you don't feel like you've earned the girl?" he asked. "Fuutarou, if someone Nino-chan is willing to go out with you, then you've already earned it."

"Yeah, but what if… everything's the same? What if you're just following a script because it's what you know the other person wants. It's what they expect. But you want a little more. Sure, we're dating, but… it feels like pure dumb luck on my part," he explained. He felt like an idiot to think of his relationship with Nino in this way, but he couldn't help but wonder if she agreed to go out with him just because he was the guy in her fantasies. Would things have been the same if he wasn't? Would they still be on good terms? Or would they have been like oil and water?

"And this more is…" Isanari paused, straightened his posture and turned his upper body so he could face Fuutarou more properly, "Sex?"

"No, not just that," he said, his voice and eyes both lowering. "This… This is embarrassing."

"So it's more than just sex?" Isanari ventured. Then he sighed. "Talking about sex might actually be easier."

Fuutarou sighed heavily. "I'm starting to feel the same way. Why is this so hard?"

Isanari placed a hand on the boy's shoulder. "Of course this is hard for you, son. You're still young and this is the first time you're in a relationship with someone. You have a lot more to learn in this area, but let me tell you this. Men love chasing the impossible, and there is nothing more impossible than understanding the heart of a woman. Your mother wasn't complicated in that regard. She was a simple woman, and after I got to know her better, it was more than enough to make her happy and me as well. She was driven, strong, but a little strict in some aspects. Being there for her when she needs it is the key."

"I don't think Nino is like mom at all," Fuutarou said.

"You can spend an entire lifetime figuring that girl out and still fail. But even if you think you know what she wants, you'd be wrong. I think Nino-chan herself doesn't know what she wants. She may think she does, but I'm willing to bet that's not really the case. Her wants are probably more about instant enjoyment than anything else. I don't think she's the sort of girl to plan long term."

Fuutarou thought about those words for a few moments, and found himself agreeing with it. Moments after he revealed that he had read her diary, Nino didn't hesitate to offer her body to him. The same can be said for everything they have done so far. She had no plan at all regarding the relationship they would have, and she was only following fantasies that she had written down in a notebook. She never thought about pursuing a real relationship too, at least until the moment he asked her.

"What can I do then?" Fuutarou asked. He was feeling hopeless, like a man lost in a maze that may not have an exit, and he didn't want things to be like this. He was always used to solving his own problems but now that he was facing a dilemma that he couldn't solve on his own, he wanted someone to give him the answer.

"You react to her. That's more or less the only option you have. And somewhere along the way, she might share more things with you, and you'll share more things with her. And you get closer like a real couple. You understand each other more, but never entirely. Don't make that mistake, Fuutarou. Don't expect that you'll truly get to know everything there is to know about her, because girls are just that complicated."

"I don't want to hurt her," Fuutarou said slowly. Guilt slowly seeped into him when he remembered the paddling he'd given the redheaded girl, how she was having trouble sitting thanks to her tender bottom, and how she was having a hard time in school because she wore no underwear beneath her clothes. But he also remembered how much she enjoyed it when he did such things. "Honestly, I want to make her happy."

Isanari leaned closer and looked at his son more seriously. "But you also can't just do what she wants. A relationship has to go both ways, son. There has to be something in it for you as well. Find out what that is, make sure she knows, and you are good."

Fuutarou thought about that for a few moments, but quickly realized he already had an answer.

"I want her to be happy," he said, "and I want to enjoy being with her."

"Then make her happy." Isanari held up one finger. "But, don't spoil her too much. Seriously. If you let Nino-chan walk all over you, telling you what you should do every time, your relationship becomes toxic. Do your own thing, but within the boundaries of what you know she wants. Push the envelope. Surprise her. But don't break her trust."

"Actually, I think I'm the one walking all over her…" Fuutarou thought as he found himself nodding.

"And whatever you do, don't disappoint her," the older man said. "Don't turn your back on her once she's opened up to you. That would make her vulnerable, and she's going to hate it."

"How will I know?" Fuutarou asked.

"By paying attention. That's really the only way to do it. Girls don't come with manuals."

"Not Nino," Fuutarou thought. Nino comes with a diary, which almost made him want to laugh. "Okay."

Isanari flashed a lopsided smile. "Glad I could help, Fuutarou."

"Thank, dad." He said. "I think I'm starting to get it now."

Isanari grinned. "I'm still your old man, so it's up to me to help you with these things." His became serious for a moment. "Oh, and Fuutarou, you may be my son, but Nino-chan's the daughter of someone I cared about. Now that you two are going out, you have to be careful about what you're going to do from here on out. I don't want to see her hurt, and I don't want to see you messing up. Are we clear?"

Fuutarou nodded again, but far more stiffly than before. He then remembered another important thing that he needed to discuss. "Dad, if the father of those girls ever calls you about me, don't tell him we had this conversation and please, don't tell him about me and Nino. I have no idea how he would take it, but I have a feeling he won't be happy. We'll tell him ourselves."

Isanari nodded. "My lips are sealed, but I have a feeling hers won't be, especially when that bastard finds out about you two."

"Oh, and one more thing, dad…"

"Hm?"

Surprisingly, a smile had formed on Fuutarou's face. "Do you have any spare hair dye? The one that you use? I think it's time for me to have a little change in looks."

"Trying to make yourself look cool for your girlfriend, son?" Isanari smirked, knowing what his son in mind.

Fuutarou shrugged. "She saw my old photo, and she told me that I looked good there. I'm supposed to make her happy, aren't I?"

With those words, Isanari laughed and headed to his room to get a certain something that his son was looking for. Fuutarou said nothing as he looked down on the table, sighing in relief. He was able to ask his father for advice and it went well, as much as he feared that it wouldn't. Most of it was because Isanari didn't ask for details because if he did, then he would have been truly out of luck.

He wondered if Nino would have admitted to anything if someone asked. Would she just scream her head off and deny everything or call everyone a pervert while kicking them where it hurts the most? Even if it was the truth, she'd attack them regardless.

That was how she handled things — and what he had to handle as her boyfriend.