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

Fuutarou had to wait a while for Nino to finish, standing in the cold silence of the hall outside the school clinic. Given the fact that he was mostly — if not entirely — the reason she was here in the first place, he didn't really mind. He knew that his girlfriend would take as long as she needed, though he was sure that whatever was happening behind closed doors was bound to be equally uncomfortable for the redhead.

When she finally stepped out of the clinic, Nino had a noticeable flush on her face and she was doing her best to hide it behind her haughty demeanor. However, when she looked at Fuutarou, her embarrassment only increased. Her hands moved down and began fiddling with her school uniform, fixing up any creases and wrinkled fabric that she could see. The young man could tell that she was really embarrassed with what happened inside.

"So…" he didn't know what to say for a few moments, rubbing the back of his head in nervousness. "What ha—"

"Nothing happened," Nino's voice was higher than usual. Her brow knitted as she spoke. "The nurse… Takahahsi-sensei… didn't really notice anything wrong about me— and well, then I… I tried to ask if it's… it's dangerous to have sex many times even if a girl is on her period. After that, I-I can only imagine what she was thinking." Her frown disappeared slowly and by the end of her words, she was left blushing deeply and her head hung low from shame.

"So you didn't tell her about—"

"Us?" Nino cut him off. She shook her head. "Don't be ridiculous, why would I mention anything about us? The moment I mention you to other people, it's gonna be complicated and it'll surely spread around here that even my sisters will know!"

"Well, that's good," Fuutarou said, finding some light in their situation. "This way, nobody will think that we're… you know, together. As long as nobody else knows, we're completely safe." Obviously, that wasn't true, because he had told his father about his relationship with Nino, but she doesn't know about that yet. He had yet to figure out a way to tell her about that, but he was honestly nervous about how she would take it.

"Right. But now I'm worried that she'll think I'm planning to hook up with someone," Nino shuddered.

"Even if she does… I don't think that she would tell anyone, not even your father. At most, she would just tell you to be careful and use protection if you're going to do it." Once again, Fuutarou felt like they really should have simply bought condoms… and they would have if only Nino hadn't been so dead set against it. She wanted to feel him when he was inside her, she'd told him after he suggested it, and she didn't want any rubber coming between them.

Nino shook her head again. "She didn't even say anything about protection. She just did this whole spiel about having sex at this age and the risks regarding it. Basically, she's saying that I shouldn't do anything that I'll regret. I had to stay quiet the entire time and tried to ignore everything she was saying, but I couldn't. I had to listen just to make sure she doesn't become suspicious of everyone. It was so embarrassing!"

"More embarrassing than when I took you out naked and walked you like a dog?" Fuutarou wanted to ask, but had enough sense to keep his mouth shut.

He moved closer to Nino, uncertain if he should put an arm around her. She glared at him while pouting, her face a redder than before. "This is your fault. You wanted me to come here and see the nurse because you were scared. I already told you that I was fine, remember? Why can't you trust me?"

"Can you really blame me?" Fuutarou sighed, although he wasn't denying that it was his fault. "I was worried that I might have impregnated you. Now I can rest easy that someone with medical experience said that you're fine. Would you rather it be your father to do a checkup on you?"

"N-No, of course not! But it's still your fault!" Nino sputtered, continuing to pout at him for what was obviously his mistake.

Fuutarou realized he couldn't win. At least not in the conventional sense, because Nino wasn't going to budge and she'll continue to blame him. He still wanted to get one over her, however, but he needed unconventional tactics, and with Nino he figured that meant…

"Nino, you still owe me thirty swats, and now you're making it seem like you desperately want to add to your number. How about ten more, and I'll change it to an open hand instead of a paddle? That way, we don't have to wait, and you can get spanked right here." Ever since he had that talk with his father about his weird relationship with Nino, Fuutarou had never felt so confident and sure of himself than before. It's thanks to this change in demeanor that he was able to be a more effective tutor to these girls, and a better boyfriend to Nino who loved it when he bossed her around and took charge. "Because I will do just that."

Instantly, Nino's eyes went wide. She was surprised, and it made her look cute. "You— what?"

"This is what beating her in an argument looks like," Fuutarou thought. He moved forward again, and this time didn't hesitate to put both hands on her shoulders. "It's not my fault that you don't like condoms," he said in the same firm voice as before. "If you keep insisting that it is, I'm going to pull you over my lap and spank you."

"Out here?" Nino's voice cracked, but her eyes… there was something like playful expectation now mixed in with the outrage. Her face was even redder than before. "Forty?"

"Out here," Fuutarou repeated firmly. "Forty."

Nino gulped, a gesture that might have been interpreted as nervousness from someone else, but the way she moved her knees together and gave a little squirm indicated that it was more than that. He knew then it was only pride that stopped her from rubbing her thighs.

The idea was tempting — spanking her until her ass glowed bright red, then hiking up her skirt and making her walk down the hall so anyone could see her shame and her punishment while thin strands of her arousal leaked across her thighs.

No doubt many students here would be happy to see a sight like that; a beautiful young girl being ruined in more ways than one, her frail but gorgeous body being nothing more than a tool to please the male genital part. Nino's male classmates would love it more than anyone though, assuming she's the same haughty girl whenever she's around them. In spite of that, such an act would give up their situation, though, and create more problems than it was worth.

Nino still had a little fight in her, but he could already see her lip trembling in either anticipation, nervousness, or even both. She made a last ditch effort to call his bluff. "You wouldn't."

"Like I wouldn't touch your pussy next to Ichika?"

Nino had no answer to that. She held his eyes for just a moment longer then looked away, her cheeks brightly red. Defeat always had a strange way of making her shy and helpless, and Fuutarou found the sight satisfying every time.

"We better head to the library. We still need to meet up with everyone else.

The two teenagers headed to the school library, secretly frustrated that they were only limited to walking beside one another that they couldn't even hold hands without another student seeing.

They met up with Miku, who was already at the library and simply sat there waiting for the rest to arrive. Yotsuba arrived not too long afterwards, looking overly excited about the upcoming school trip, to which she was scolded by the librarian for being noisy. Despite that, Yotsuba still tried to express her excitement over the trip, which was shared by Nino and somewhat, Miku. Only Fuutarou wasn't excited about it or anything, saying that he had more important things to worry about.

"You're not going to do anything during the whole field trip?" Yotsuba had asked, because there's only one reason why her tutor looked like he couldn't care less that they were all going on a trip.

"Well, my class was put in charge of the test of courage earlier but thankfully, I didn't get the role and someone else did." He explained with a smile, not taking his eyes off the textbook he was reading. "Your sister actually volunteered to help her out, so I guess we won't be seeing her here today."

Knowing that he was talking about Itsuki, Nino started putting the pieces together. "So that means…"

He gave his girlfriend a nod. "Yep. I'm completely free. I have nothing else to do on the school trip except coming along. Honestly, staying home sounds better to me than a school trip."

Unknown to everyone else, Nino was already thinking of ways on how to spend time with her boyfriend during the school trip. In an event like that, it was quite obvious that they would only be together for a limited period of time without anyone noticing, and they can't just sneak away to be with each other.

On the other hand, this would be a good change of scenery compared to their usual acts of indecency, which normally took place in her home or sometimes, even school. Just the thought of Fuutarou taking her in a forest at night with no one around to hear her screams, or even grinding her loins against the rough surface of a tree to give him a show… it was enough for her to feel more excited about the trip in more ways than one, and she was sure he felt the same.

Nino shifted in her seat as she felt a familiar heat starting to build up in her cunt, while Miku raised her head slightly to look at her tutor.

"You don't seem excited, Fuutarou."

He shrugged. "Is there a reason why I should be?"

Yotsuba nodded eagerly, rising from her seat with a look of seriousness on her face. "Of course! Don't you know there's a legend associated with the field trip?"

All three teenagers bore curious looks as they turned their attention solely towards the fourth quint.

"A legend?" Nino asked.

"On the last day of the trip, a bonfire dance is going to take place and the person you dance with around the fire will be bound to you by fate, and you'll be connected for the rest of your life," Yotsuba explained with stars in her eyes, folding her arms over her chest. She even looked proud of herself for telling that story to everyone.

Unfortunately, the feeling wasn't shared by two of the people with her, who only gave her blank looks after she was done explaining.

"What a load of bull," said Fuutarou.

"Yup," Miku agreed.

Yotsuba wailed, throwing her arms up in the air before pouting. "Oh, come on! What's wrong with it?"

Fortunately for the fourth quint, the other remaining person with them didn't look disinterested in what she tried to put into words. If anything, she looked really interested. "A bonfire dance, eh?" Nino smirked, sneaking a glance towards Fuutarou. "Hoh, sounds interesting…"

Fuutarou actually looked surprised at his girlfriend. "Don't tell me you actually believe in that—"

"Don't misunderstand! I don't believe in that crap, alright? I just thought dancing around a bonfire sounded fun and romantic for the people who do it!" Nino quickly said, cutting off the boy before he could say anything else. She then threw him a teasing look, one that could be normally found on Ichika's face instead of hers. "What? Were you somehow jealous that I wasn't thinking of you when I imagined myself dancing?"

"I don't need to be," Fuutarou thought to himself, although he knew that he had to keep up the illusion if he wanted everyone to see that nothing is going on between him and Nino. "There's nothing to be jealous about."

Before the pair could banter back-and-forth — which was literally what was going to happen next — Miku got everyone's attention with her next words, looking directly at Fuutarou and her sister. "I know I'm not the first to say this, but what exactly is the deal with you two? Sometimes, you don't get along but sometimes, you smile around each other like you're normal friends."

The two were rendered silent for the next few moments, unable to say anything as an answer to Miku's question. Even Yotsuba couldn't help but look at them and wait for they would say, but silence only took over. Nino could easily deny her way out of this, but that would only prolong this instead of ending the conversation immediately. Fuutarou was left with no choice but to stay quiet unless he risks any sign that would imply the real relationship between him and Nino.

"Well, that's because Nino actually likes Fuutarou-kun, Miku…" came the voice of Ichika, who stood behind the third quint as she sent a playful look at the pair in question. "But we all know that Nino won't say anything if it meant keeping her pride intact."

As much as she hated to admit it, Nino felt grateful to Ichika for turning everyone's attention towards her. With that, she was able to revert to her usual tsundere responses. "H-Hey, what the hell are you trying to say here?!" And yet, despite what her sister did, Nino also felt like laughing at Ichika's statement, mainly due to last part of her statement. "If only you knew, Ichika…"

"You seem to be heading somewhere today, Ichika. Are you not going to study with us?" Fuutarou decided not to waste time and go straight to the point as soon as he noticed that Ichika looked ready to leave.

Ichika clapped her hands together and chuckled. "Ahaha, sorry about this, Fuutarou-kun. But we're filming again today, so I have to go on ahead," she smiled nervously. "Sorry for making you feel lonely!"

He deadpanned. "Do I look like I'm lonely?"

"Maybe you can ask Itsuki-chan to join you instead. She's still in her classroom, actually. You can catch up to her if you hurry."

Fuutarou thought about that for a moment. He had thought that she was busy helping their classmate preparing for the test of courage, so she wouldn't be able to join them today but now that Ichika had suggested it, it wouldn't do any harm to check up on her, right?

And so — after telling the other quints he'll be back — Fuutarou got up and walked out of the library, before heading back to his classroom. There, he was supposed to call out for his student when he noticed that someone was inside. Itsuki was there too, but she seemed to be in the middle of a conversation with the other guy, so he just stayed outside for now.

"…please dance with me for the bonfire!" said Makoto Kazama, a young man with brown hair who happened to be one of their male classmates.

Fuutarou blinked, confused at what he just heard. "Huh?"

The girl looked surprised, as a healthy blush appeared on her cheeks. "W-W-With me…? Why?" Itsuki stuttered. This was the first time she had been asked out by someone for anything. Granted, it's not like she had been asked out for a date, but this was close enough.

The brown-haired boy looked determined despite looking flustered. "That's because… I… like you."

Itsuki couldn't say anything for a few moments out of embarrassment, but she knew that she had to give an answer somehow. It would be rude not to. "Uhm… I thank you for asking, but I can't really give you an answer right now—"

"I want to hear it now!" he insisted, shaking his head furiously.

Finally getting over her initial embarrassment, Itsuki took a deep breath and put on a more calm expression. "I apologize, but I can't just make a decision right now and—"

The boy looked hopeful, a smile appearing across his face. "So I have a chance then, right?"

"U-Uh…" she trailed off, unable to follow up with an answer.

"She sucks at this," he mentally noted before shrugging. "Well, I better go in and help her, I guess."

"Nakano-san, I'm not leaving until I get an answer from you. Will you or will you not?" Makoto took a step forward, which caused the girl to take a step back out of instinct.

"T-That is… I—"

However, they were surprised by the presence of a new voice. "Itsuki! There you are. I was wondering where you were," both teenagers had turned towards the door, where a tall, blonde student was standing there with a grin on his face. "Everyone else is waiting for you at the library. Let's go."

Fuutarou walked towards the girl and grabbed her shoulder, while Itsuki could only stare at him in shock, unaware of her cheeks turning red.

"Uesugi-kun…"

"W-Who do you think you are, interrupting us like that, Uesugi-san?" asked Makoto, frowning deeply at his classmate.

Fuutarou shifted his attention towards Makoto, a serious look dawning on his face. "I'm Itsuki's tutor, and right now she needs to be at the library to study with me and the rest of her sisters. Whatever you want to ask her, I'm sure she can give it to you tomorrow."

Makoto seemed to understand what his classmate was saying, but he didn't want to leave just yet. "W-Wait, just let her give me a proper answer right now, will you? I just want to hear an answer from Nakano-san, that's it!" he pleaded.

With that, Fuutarou glanced at Itsuki, and the girl immediately knew what it meant.

Itsuki took a deep breath. "I'm terribly sorry, Kazama-san, but I can't dance at the bonfire with you," she breathed out, her voice filled with remorse. She didn't want to be rude or harsh towards someone who was genuinely asking her, but she also didn't want him to have the wrong idea.

"Wait, why not?" asked Makoto, looking appalled at the answer he received. "Are you going with someone else already? Wait, don't tell me you're going to dance with Uesugi-san?!"

That last statement caused her to widen her eyes in alarm, before she shook her head repeatedly. Her cheeks felt very hot. "I-I don't—!"

The young tutor cut her off immediately. "Didn't you say that you just wanted to hear an answer from her? Well, you got it. Shouldn't you get going now? We'll be leaving for the library. Come on, Itsuki," Fuutarou looked unamused as he led the girl out of the room, leaving their classmate who just stood there in shock.

As they left their classroom, a deep sigh left Itsuki's mouth out of relief. She managed to get through that situation, but she wasn't alone.

Itsuki looked up at her companion quietly, as she retreated into her thoughts. It had come as a great surprise when she and her other sisters saw that Nino and Fuutarou had worked out their issues and were now working together without any further problem. Heading into the midterm exams, she was the only one who still refused to cooperate with him mainly out of them not being able to get along with him and her own stubbornness.

And yet, by some stroke of luck, she managed to find out what it's like to be tutored by him for the first time after he had mistakened her for Miku. He had apologized to her — ironically, after he thought that she was Itsuki — for what happened between them, and she did the same.

As a result, she made it through the midterms, passing one subject out of five. At that point, Itsuki had realized that she really needed a tutor and that Fuutarou can help her, finally accepting him as hers.

Perhaps it was out of instinct, or maybe even gratefulness, as Itsuki slowly wrapped her arms around his and hugged it close to her, subconsciously finding it warm and soothing that every other thought had left her mind at the moment.

Fuutarou stared at her, his eyes wide in shock. He had never seen her do this before, nor did he ever think that she would do such a thing.

"Itsuki?"

"Thank you… Uesugi-kun," she smiled.

He didn't make any further comment, as he didn't want to stir up any trouble between them once again.

Nino didn't head straight home with her other sisters. It was still too early for that, and in any case Nino had other plans which she'd suggested earlier in the day.

She texted Fuutarou about bringing him along and he reluctantly agreed, but he thought that he would probably regret it in some way. They met up at the cafe that was nearest to the school, then walked towards the train station where they took a ride and headed for main downtown area.

"So, I saw this place on a website," Nino commented as they left the train behind and walked from the station to the street.

"Is this another sex shop?" Fuutarou asked. "I still remember how the last time went and I would rather not have it happen again."

Nino shook her head, before giving him a smirk. "Not really. And what if it were? You have any idea how many boys in school would dream about walking into a sex shop with me?"

"Many," Fuutarou guessed.

"And yet none of them are so lucky," Nino's smirk grew wider, as she reached up to kiss him on the cheek. "So don't complain about stupid stuff."

"You're usually the one who complains," Fuutarou retorted, watching the light as they moved through the crossing. "That's why I have to gag you."

"Yeah, but silk panties aren't cheap." Nino trotted up ahead of him, then looked back. "Next time, maybe use one of those ring gags. That way I can still suck your dick if you want."

Hearing her say something like that in public caught him off guard, but it also produced a tightness in his pants that he couldn't ignore. He still remembered the last blowjob he'd gotten from her, while she was bound and with a vibe up her ass. She'd done quite well, her performance driven by her own need for satisfaction.

That was the best way to do things with her, Fuutarou had learned. Dangle a carrot before her eyes and she'd never stop trying to reach it no matter what. And an orgasm was better than any carrot. The gag wasn't a bad idea either.

"With her, a gag is NEVER a bad idea," Fuutarou thought. Sometimes it's a legitimate necessity for the greater good.

The shop Nino had picked out was, true to her word, not a sex shop. But only just. Looking in through the windows, Fuutarou noticed the clothing on the mannequins wasn't exactly the sort of thing you'd be wearing while walking down the street. Not unless your job actually involved walking the street. At night. In a part of town most newscasts would warn you about.

He stopped, his eyes focused on a particularly short pair of jean shorts with a front zipper so low it showed more than most underwear. Next to it was a miniskirt barely four inches long, allowing the hot pink thong panties beneath to peek under the hem. "Ah, Nino, I'm not sure—"

Nino grabbed his hand and followed his gaze. "That's not ALL they sell, idiot."

"But you can't wear that kind of—"

"Give me an hour and I'll change your mind." She pulled him in, annoyed, but also with a sharp grin on her face, now even more determined to tease him AND prove him wrong. While Fuutarou loved it when Fuutarou dominated her in more ways than one, she also loved to see him flustered from her actions and while she was here, she'll have a lot of fun with what was available.

It really didn't take an hour.

The first outfit she chose was like a more revealing version of a school uniform, with short sleeves and a shortened midsection that exposed her flat stomach from below the ribs to the waist. Meanwhile, the pleated skirt barely reached her lean thighs, and when she tilted forward it rode up the back and gave a glimpse of her bare butt cheeks. Without panties, it was quite the eyeful. Even just walking in the fitting room, the hem would swish and float around her legs, more than once flashing both her ass and uncovered pussy.

A part of him certainly liked it. That was as plain as day, and it just happened to be the part of him that her eyes focused on like laser beams; a hard and stiff part raising a tent in his pants and a blush on his face.

The second outfit was clearly not meant to be worn outside, though that hardly made it less scandalous. If Fuutarou had to call it anything, it would be a nightie or some other kind of fancy night dress. The main body consisted of a sheer, nearly see-through purple fabric dangling from spaghetti-thin shoulder straps in deep red. At the hem, which just barely reached Nino's thighs, a mass of dark purple ruffles swayed with hypnotising smoothness, drawing the eye down and then up across a mass of pastel and the clearly visible body beneath the garment. He could see the outline of Nino's nipples and her little nubs brushing against the fabric as it hugged the swell of her breasts. The sheer size of her chest only made the sight sexier and a pleasing sight for both his eyes and his sword.

Her stomach and belly button were also visible, and below her flesh dipped ever-so-slightly before rising again to form her hairless pubic mons, flanked on either side by the seam between legs and pelvis. The ruffled hem was just low enough that it allowed this sultry junction to remain in sight. Only her most private part was hidden, and this only by the tightest and skimpiest pair of candy apple red thong panties imaginable, little more than a set of strings stitched together at the front and vanishing between Nino's outer labia like a sling.

From behind, her backside was as good as bared, shimmering under a thin purple veil. The string vanished completely between her buttocks and emerged from the top to go around her hips. It covered nothing.

"I…" Fuutarou managed, with his trousers ready to burst, "...y-you are not getting that to sleep in, are you?"

Nino turned and set her hands on her hips. "Very funny, Mr. Tutor. Of course not. This is the sort of thing I can wear during many other activities. Or do you always want me naked?"

"Naked is good," he answered without thinking. What? It's not like he was wrong. Nino was already extremely beautiful, attractive, and sexy on her own, and that was her with clothes on. Take those off, and you're left with a girl who had the body of a goddess.

Nino pouted, her eyes narrowing. "Of course you'll think like a caveman. But we can also do it without being completely naked, Fuu-kun." She moved her hands down to smooth the nightie. "I really like how this lets you see me and judging from that tent in your pants, you like what you see. For me, it feels like I'm wearing just air. The thong is included, but obviously I can wear this thing without it."

"Obviously. By the way, you know you are blushing, right?"

"S-So?" If anything, her face went even redder. "That doesn't mean anything. It's not like I'm embarrassed to wear something like this for you." She flicked a finger towards his member, pitching a noticeable tent on his front as she threw him a saucy smile. "And we could try it out tonight if you want. It's been a few days since you put it in, after all~"

Fuutarou had been sure this subject would eventually come up since they started walking together, but he'd been quite reluctant to tackle it, especially right after Nino's trip to the clinic earlier. Maybe he'll get over this after a good sleep but now it seemed like he had to talk to his girlfriend upfront about this, before any misunderstanding could lead to trouble. He rose to his feet and looked at her seriously. "No, not tonight. First, because I was planning on you paying your debt from the other time. And second, I need to clear my head."

"Because?"

"I'm just not feeling in the mood after your trip to the clinic earlier, that's all."

Nino's expression turned unhappy. "Oh, come on, you heard what I said, didn't you?" she murmured. "I said I'm—"

"...fine, I know. You don't need to tell me that." Fuutarou finished, putting on a more stern expression. "I just don't feel like it's the right time. Maybe it's because I'm relieved that nothing's wrong with you, or I don't want to make a mistake this soon. "

Nino pressed her lips together and blew out her breath, annoyed. "And how long do I have to wait?" Nino hated having to wait, especially when it came to her sexual needs, but she couldn't force him because Fuutarou was the one who decided things for them.

"Just give me a day or two. Hopefully, I'll get over this through a good sleep," Fuutarou said as firmly as he could. Then, wanting to change the subject into something a little less serious, he glanced at the fitting room's door. "Wanna go pick up anything else?"

For a moment, Nino looked like she wanted to argue, but then she blew out her breath, placed both hands on her hips and tossed him a frown. "I don't know. Maybe. Why don't you pick out something? You are as much a part of this as I am."

"It's the least I can do," Fuutarou thought, very much relieved that Nino didn't try to fight him over this. "Sure."

"Make it a secret," Nino smirked, running a hand back through her long hair. It looked like she was already back to being her usual self. She didn't let things bother her for very long, after all. "I'll wear anything you pick. Think of it as a bonus."

"Okay. You stay here. I'll go pick something out myself. Should I take the other stuff back?"

Nino replied by brushing the thin straps from her shoulders and letting the nightie swoosh down to the floor. Then she hooked her thumbs under the knotted strings at the sides of her panties and dropped them in a single motion. Standing completely naked, she kicked the garments she'd just removed in his direction, her breasts bouncing from the motion. "There."

Fuutarou considered adding to her paddling for that, but quickly decided against it. Sometimes Nino just needed to be Nino, or she wouldn't be the same brash, proud, and haughty quint whose company always had an effect on him, whether in a stimulating or emotional manner. He picked up the various garments, noticing how the string panties were still pleasantly warm, and arranged the different outfits back on their hangers. "I'll be back," he said when he was done.

"Fine." Nino quickly moved a hand to cover the spot between her legs. "Don't take too long. It's kinda cold like this."

"And you weren't cold before?" Fuutarou thought. She wasn't really wearing anything under her school uniform, like always.

He took a moment to admire her, taking in her perfect nude form, her hair and breasts and long legs. She was beyond stunning, and he felt lucky that only he could see her like this. "Nino… you know you don't need any fancy outfits to look good, right?"

Her smile was pure smug. "Idiot, of course I know. But… I'm a fancy girl, so humor me."

"Okay. Just checking. Try not to touch yourself while I'm gone. Please."

Holding everything in front of him to hide his erection, Fuutarou stepped outside the changing room and closed the door, and he made sure the 'Occupied' sign was on. His face was very hot. He took a few deep breaths, but just knowing he was leaving Nino naked and vulnerable and eager for him made his heart beat faster. It took him a full minute before he could calm himself enough to proceed.

Thankfully, the shop was not very busy. He quickly found his way to the back rows, trying his best to avoid looking at anyone. He didn't know where Nino had gotten the nightie from so he placed it on a shelf and moved to browse some of the other outfits nearby. He found lots of revealing clothing — shorts, tops, panties, shorts that could have been panties — but nothing that she could wear in public. He wanted to pick something that could be worn outside her house. Inside, he could always ask Nino to be naked and she'll follow. On the other hand, his fashion sense was next to zero, so this was going to be a difficult task for him to do.

He walked over to the swimsuit section. There was a lot here, a real kaleidoscope of shapes and colors. He looked through the racks and made an effort to picture Nino in each outfit in turn. Then one purple garment with a hint of yellow caught his eyes.

Picking up the hanger, he noticed this garment wasn't like any swimsuit he'd seen before. It didn't have a top or bottom. Instead, it consisted of two straps which met into a V shape at the bottom then looped back up as one before splitting again into two. But was it too much? Too revealing? Nino would never wear something like this. He could, of course, order her to, but—

"No, that wouldn't be fair to her," Fuutarou thought, shaking his head. "I shouldn't pick something I know she won't be happy with. I want to make her happy, after all."

In the end, it didn't matter what he picked, his mind was always able to find an excuse: it was the wrong color, the wrong shape, too revealing, not revealing enough, too big, and so on. He even thought about just letting Nino keep the nightie so he could get it over with. By the time he'd come up with that last-ditched measure, he'd been browsing so long that when he started walking back he found Nino coming out of the dressing room and looking around. She'd thrown her regular clothes on and was wearing a very unhappy frown scratched across her face. It deepened the moment she saw him.

"What the hell, Fuutarou?" she grumbled as he approached her.

Yikes, she didn't even use the nickname she always used for him. She must be really frustrated right now. "Sorry, I just…" Fuutarou spread his hands, showing they were empty.

Nino took a deep breath, and he could tell that she was trying to be patient with him. "Really? There's nothing you want to see me in?" she deadpanned.

Well no, there were lots of clothes that he wanted to see her in. He simply couldn't decide, and he wasn't sure what she might like. Shopping for himself was bad enough, because his tastes weren't difficult, but doing it for the most picky, fastidious and fashionable girl he knew, was an impossible task.

"I want to see you in everything," Fuutarou said. "And most of all, in nothing."

She sighed in defeat. "I guess it can't be helped. I should be flattered that you always want to see my naked body. But…" she lowered her voice, blushing deeply. "…you got any wipes? I, ah, need to take care of something."

He did — Fuutarou Uesugi was a firm believer in being prepared. Reaching into his bag, he produced a pair of small tissues and handed them over. Nino excused herself before returning to the dressing room. When she returned, she placed the tissues, now crumpled into balls and wet, in Fuutarou's hand.

"Don't tell me you touched yourself. I told you not to," Fuutarou frowned, looking disappointed in her. Despite that, his face was very red.

Nino's pupils shrunk, knowing that she got caught red-handed. She couldn't argue with him about being left naked and needing to relieve herself when she came out of the dressing room fully-clothed. Instead, she just chose to play along with it. "I-I didn't even get to cum because there was someone who wanted to use the dressing room! Uhm… maybe you can just add it to my punishment?" she asked sweetly.

"Fifty. Nothing less," he said firmly, causing the girl to place a hand on her ass out of instinct, and steam to come out of her ears as her arousal started to build up once more.

There was a garbage bin behind the checkout counter — Fuutarou insisted on tossing the tissues himself rather than handing them over to the unsuspecting clerk. The clerk then thanked them for shopping, even though they didn't actually buy anything. Fuutarou was too embarrassed to say anything, rude as it might be, while Nino sort of waved disinterestedly. He was still blushing when, on the way out, she grabbed his hand.

"You know, we've been fucking so much that we don't even do the normal things that a couple does," Nino told him with a smile. "This feels nice once in a while."

"I agree," he nodded, grabbing her hand tight in return.

Looking around the long shop-lined gallery, he could see they were not the only couple there and some others were even more open with their displays of affection, including a pair of girls he saw kissing outside a cafe window.

"Oh, hey!" Nino said as she spotted another shop a little further down. She pointed to it.

"Huh?" He followed his finger curiously and saw where he was pointing. "Wait, what's tha—"

He couldn't say anything else since she was already pulling him by the hand towards what was very clearly a pet store.

"Wow, they have puppies!"

They did indeed. Ignoring the fish tanks near the front, followed by a few cages with cats, Nino and Fuutarou squeezed down cluttered aisles to the dog section. Nino 'ooohed' and 'aahhed' at the shibas and the beagles and a yellow lab, but then saw the real prize. With Fuutarou's hand in hers, she led him even deeper. There were two more cages here, but only one was occupied. It held a small golden Akita pup. The pup looked at them curiously, pushing its front paws against the cage's side and yelping excitedly and panting.

Fuutarou glanced at Nino. "He almost sounds like—"

"If you say he sounds like me, I'm gonna punch you," the redhead finished for him, making a moody pout that by no means erased her excitement.

Fuutarou was about to say his next words that was supposed to be another teasing remark about Nino sounding like a dog, but he quickly changed what he had in mind. "I didn't know you liked dogs so much."

"What's not to like about them? They're loyal, friendly, and they love you unconditionally. Not like people. And they're less complicated, too."

"Maybe this explains a few things," Fuutarou thought, and remembered how well Nino had taken to wearing a collar and being led on a leash some time ago. He turned back to the dog. "Sit."

The puppy sat.

"No way!" Nino chirped, leaning excitedly against the cage that her nose was almost through the bars. "It's already trained?"

Fuutarou shrugged.

"Bark!" Nino ordered. The dog barked.

Fuutarou snorted. "I wish you were that obedie— arg!" He yelped suddenly as Nino punched him in the arm. She smiled while she did it, too. "Hey, what was that for!"

"I warned you."

"But I didn't say he sounded like you!" Fuutarou retorted.

Nino huffed and pouted again. Despite her haughtiness, however, watching her face as he browsed through the accessories was more satisfying than he imagined. It felt… normal. He liked knowing she had other interests that weren't related to cooking, fashion, or sex.

Then they came to the dog collars. Browsing through the selection, mostly consisting of plain old black leather or plastic straps with a few other colors spread around, Fuutarou discovered a real gem. "Oh," he said to Nino. "This one's nice."

The collar was a purple leather band about two inches wide, studded all around with plastic white rhinestones evidently meant to simulate diamonds, with a double gold buckle and a small name tag shaped like a golden bone. In his mind, he imagined it around Nino's neck, saw her face when she wore it and liked it. No, more than that. It was perfect. Fuutarou smiled.

"Well, she did say she'd wear anything I picked," Fuutarou mentally shrugged. She didn't say it had to be clothing, right?

As Nino leaned in for a better look at what he'd found, Fuutarou took the collar from its peg and held it to her neck. She quickly became flustered.

"Are you insane?" Nino batted his hand away, her cheeks red and eyes averted. Then she looked around and fortunately, there was no one there to see her embarrassment. "We're in public."

Fuutarou played innocent. "Sorry."

"And I already have a collar," Nino reminded him.

"I know. It's just that, well, the collar you wore last time… you bought that for yourself, right? Back when… before I found your diary. So that's your collar. It's not mine."

"I bought it at a sex shop. I didn't buy it in a place like this. This stuff is for pets." She pointed out with a deadpan look, a thumb back towards the puppies.

"What's the difference?" he smirked. "Leather is just leather. And this one would be mine. When you wear it… that would mean you are mine too."

Nino wrinkled her brow, but the way she was blushing just made her so pretty. "You've been reading about this stuff online, haven't you?"

"A little bit," he confessed, though he didn't see what the big deal was with that. "I just wanted to have some idea of what I'm doing. And I wanted to be careful that I don't do anything risky, so I read a few stuff on the internet. But what I said is still true. That collar you bought is not mine. This one could be." He looked at the collar, running his finger along the plastic jewels. "It's also a bit fancy, like you."

"Those are plastic, you know," she pointed out. "They aren't real jewels."

"Have you forgotten who you're talking to?" he retorted, reminding her that he was pretty much broke and rarely had the opportunity to buy things for himself, not that he wanted anything in the first place. "Plus, I think it's the intention that matters."

That seemed to hit a nerve. Her face deepened in color even more. "The intention? Fuu-kun, do you know what buying someone a collar means? Especially someone you… you…" she didn't seem able to get the word out, and she had to turn away for a brief moment because of it. "…someone you like? It means you OWN that person. It means they are the one who makes you happy. The one you want to be with. And to wear it… that means you absolutely trust the person putting the collar on you."

"I know what it means," Fuutarou told her, making his conviction clear. "I'm not that dumb when it comes to this stuff anymore." He held up the collar in both hands. "I like it, and I like you. As far as I'm concerned, those are enough reasons."

The frown on her face lessened in intensity, but it was still there to show her doubts. His words were enough to convince her somewhat, but they weren't enough. "But what about me? This isn't something that I can just agree with even if it makes so goddamn wet and I—"

"Nino." He said her name so sternly it was almost like he was giving her an order. And yet, his face wasn't serious and looked caring, like the face of someone who had to look after someone very dear to him. "I think you know the exact answer to your own question."

The look which came on her face told him she very much did and for a moment, she was about to argue against it. Nino pressed her lips together, her scowl forming again as she gazed down at the collar in silent, intense deliberation. She still could refuse, of course; he wasn't really going to make her do anything against her will, and he never would.

He didn't hurry her either. This was her decision even more than it was his. Nino took her time, as she should, with something so important, but after a moment — a long quiet moment — she said, "And you want it to be purple? Purple, not red?"

Fuutarou only smiled. "It fits you."

After hearing those words, Nino put a hand on her hip. She met his eyes with her own. "You've been thinking about this for a while, haven't you? About getting me a collar of your own. Is that right?"

Fuutarou saw no reason to deny anything. "Yeah. Well, I've been thinking of ways to make things more special. And when you wear it, I think it will show that we know where your heart really is."

Nino thought about that, complete with the blush on her face that he always found cute. She really thought about it. Her eyes looked at the collar again, examined it, then at Fuutarou as if trying to read his mind. Or maybe his heart. Then her next words almost made him want to excuse her from her designated punishment. Almost.

"Alright, Fuu-kun, you win. Purple collar it is. Your collar, and I'll wear it, but you better know what you are doing. I'm not a puppy you can meekly train. I'm a dog. I can bite when I have to."

Fuutarou wanted to point out the ironic part of that statement just to see her reaction to it, but kept silent in the end. Anyway, he knew what she was; he knew VERY well by now. And he felt like a weight had been taken off his shoulders, although he wasn't aware that the weight had been there until it was gone. To him, this was even more than all the things Nino had said. To him, it was also her commitment, her engagement, and perhaps… even her love. Without realizing it, he'd just put her to the test, and she passed with flying colors.

Feeling happier than he had been since the last time he enjoyed her body, Fuutarou moved down the aisle, Nino by his side. Occasionally one of them would pick some item, show it to the other, and make some lewd or funny comment before putting it back. Searching through a basket, Nino discovered a large rubber bone, which she waved for Fuutarou before moving it down so one end was between her legs and the other stuck out rather like a—

"Hey, it's a 'boner'," she laughed, while Fuutarou didn't know what to feel about seeing his girlfriend pretending that she had a rod down there.

He quickly recovered from the awkwardness he felt by grabbing a nearby toy from a shelf. "Oh look," Fuutarou said. "A cute little chew toy." He held up the toy for Nino to see. It was shaped like a pink fish. Playfully, Fuutarou brought the fish to Nino's lips. "Bark and you'll get a treat."

"What?" Nino stared at him for a moment, her eyes disbelieving, but also amused.

"You heard me. Bark," Fuutarou repeated, somehow keeping a straight face despite how much he wanted to laugh. "You know, imitating a dog's voice. The opposite of meowing, I guess."

"I won't!" Nino snapped. Her pride was clearly still strong. "Certainly not for a fish."

Fuutarou made a show of being disappointed. He took the fish away from her, and placed it back on the shelf he found it on. "Man, I guess you aren't that desperate after all. I was going to let you masturbate in your new collar later."

She growled at him. "Oh, damn you I accepted your collar, I deserve a fucking reward. You evil, sadistic, contemptuous, perverted, handsome, idiotic…" The girl descended into a spree of curses, even though they were completely far from how Fuutarou is, simply using whatever insult she could think of. Still, at the end of it, she didn't bark at all.

"She'll need some more training, I guess…" he thought, and that gave him ideas.

After browsing a little more, going back to coo at the puppies again, petting some cats and making faces at the fish in their tanks, they finally settled on their purchases. Fuutarou went with the purple collar with plastic rhinestones, of course, a black leather leash to match, and a plastic dog bowl. Nino stuck with her bone-shaped chew toy.

Watching Nino's face as the cashier rang them up, knowing who and what these items were really for, was nearly as fun as any use they could get from them. Fuutarou could only imagine, and boy could he imagine, what was happening to her down below; she must have been dripping by now. And when the cashier casually asked about their dog, Nino was so overcome with embarrassment that she had to look away to hide her red cheeks when Fuutarou answered.

"Ah, she's so beautiful that you won't be able to take your eyes off her. She may be a pain to deal with at times, but she normally follows orders. Oh, and she has red hair," he said, suppressing a chuckle and fighting the urge to give his 'dog' a sideways glance. "Haven't had her for long, so I'm still learning how to train her."

The cashier nodded, flashing a smile. "Ah. She's lucky to have an owner like you, then. That said, dogs are very affectionate if you are nice to them."

"Yeah, that's for sure," Fuutarou said without thinking. Thankfully, he had a witness right there so Nino couldn't punch or hurt him. She probably thought about it, though. And she was clenching her fists rather intensely. It was impossible to take her seriously because of how red her face had become.

As they headed for the door, Fuutarou holding all the bags, Nino tried to jab an elbow into his back, which he dodged since he saw it coming from a mile away. "You're enjoying this way too much, Fuu-kun. And here I thought I was the one doing you a favor by bringing you along."

Fuutarou wasn't about to deny something so obvious. "Thank you for wanting to bring me," he bowed.

"You're welcome," Nino snorted. "Any other way you can think of to humiliate me?"

Just as she said that, Fuutarou looked around them and found the tattoo and piercing shop in a corner, which was currently advertising a two for one sale using a large sign decorated with fake blood splatters. "Umm, well maybe…"

Nino's face turned to stone, following his gaze.

"I will kill you if you even suggest it. I don't care even if you're my boyfriend!"

Fuutarou couldn't stop himself from laughing out loud, which only irked the girl even more, although she didn't do anything to him in spite of it all.

They walked past the tattoo place in silence. Nino seemed pleased at that. They made two more stops, one at a shoe store which Fuutarou found rather boring and then at the food court for something to eat. These went more or less normally except for a moment when Fuutarou caught Nino rubbing herself with the pair of black genuine leather heels that she had bought. By that point, he guessed she must have been ready to burst.

Indeed, he increasingly noticed how much more twitchy she was becoming, her face constantly crimson and her eyes darting suspiciously back and forth. And she was sweating a lot. When they sat to eat some ice cream at a nearby shop, she was barely able to stop herself from squirming, and when she stood up afterwards, there was a wet spot on the back of her skirt. Even the seat was moist.

Returning to the train station, Fuutarou gave her one of the bags to hold behind her to cover herself, and as she took her seat in the train car, she heaved a long moan-like sigh and shuddered with her eyes closed.

When the train started moving, however, Nino hastily sprang to her feet again, yelping. Fuutarou frowned at her.

"Hey, are you—"

"The vibration," Nino explained before he could finish, blushing fiercely in a way that was both angry and immensely attractive. "From the seat. God, you've really made me into a mess. And you haven't even done anything!"

He almost felt like apologizing. Instead, he reached into his bag and pulled out her diary. That made Nino smile.

"Looking for ideas?" she said. "Sorry, I haven't written anything new since last time."

"No. Just… checking some things," Fuutarou replied.

"Fine. But you still have my number from the other night," she reminded him. As if he could possibly forget. He even brought it up several times earlier. "Thirty."

"Didn't I say fifty?" Fuutarou couldn't help himself.

"Thirty!" Nino snapped so hurriedly it made him laugh. Then she added, far, far more quietly, leaning in so no one else could hear. "Please don't make it too harsh."

He remained silent for a few moments, before he sighed. "Alright. I'll let you choose then." On one hand, he wanted to be true to his word and give her fifty hits for disobeying him and on the other hand, Nino's pleading face was impossible for him to resist. In the end, he decided to leave the decision to the girl herself. Either way, she would be punished in the end. "Fifty with my hand, or thirty with the paddle. Choose."

Nino blushed deeply, before she bowed her head to hide her look of shame. It seems like the mere fact that Fuutarou was letting her choose her own punishment added more to her building arousal. She squirmed a bit, before finally uttering her choice, "Thirty."

Fuutarou nodded, causing the girl to feel immensely relieved — of her worries, not her problem down there. He then looked down at the diary, flipped through the pages and found one of the later entries. He read through it.

What if he doesn't let me cum? That would really put me in trouble. I think I've always had the expectation that if I do what he says, if I'm good and obedient, I will always have a good, satisfying cum. But what if he doesn't let me have it? God, he could tie me up, hands behind my back, my legs spread open with a dildo buzzing away inside me and just leave me like that while he's at his home or somewhere else. And no matter how much I wiggled or moved or begged, I couldn't reach climax. My body would go wild, and after a while I think my mind would be so overcome with arousal that I wouldn't be able to think about anything else. Sex. I'd just want sex. Nothing but a good fucking with a dick would satisfy me. But hour after hour, he'd leave me lingering on a knife's edge, not knowing when or how or if my torment would end.

Just imagining it makes me wet. The possibilities, the thrill, the expectation and eventually, the release. I can't help it. That's the problem with having such a lewd imagination. It makes my fingers go into my panties and rub, rub, rub. Ah. It's so perverted, but I love to cum. I'm so glad only he knows. Stupid Fuu-kun, never stop making me CUM in my panties!

Reading those words made Fuutarou frown slightly. There was no doubt Nino was selfish when it came to her pleasure, but when she wrote it like that he got the impression that her pleasure was the only one that mattered.

Obviously, that wasn't true. Nino did plenty of things for him, and they felt good, and he liked the unguarded moments, but still it was her diary which guided him and decided for him. Her words. Her will. Changing that meant taking chances though, and chances meant risk. The last thing he wanted to do in his life was risk what he'd gained with Nino so far.

Fuutarou sighed, glancing over to where she was standing, with her eyes closed and ever-so-slightly rubbing her thighs together with a look of incense concentration on her face. In his mind, he imagined just how wet and horny she must be by now. And desperate, too.

"Do you mind if I keep this for tonight?" He held up the diary.

Nino opened her eyes and scowled. "Actually, I was thinking about writing in it tonight. You can have it back tomorrow morning. Also, you don't have to ask me. If you want it, just keep it. I did say it was yours, didn't I?"

"You can always change your mind."

"When the hell have you known me to change my mind about anything?" Nino shifted her feet, leaning against the support pole as the train slowed down. "Have you changed yours?"

He smiled gently at her, then shook his head.

Nino was not happy. "No sex and no masturbation makes a girl… dammit, I'm going to go mad. And that will ALSO be your fault."

Fuutarou leaned back and rolled his eyes sarcastically. "Why is everything my fault?"

"You are the one in charge. It comes with the job." Nino smiled, tilting her head. "And stop looking so bored. You get to have your way with me, of all people! Don't you know how lucky you are? That's gotta count for something."

"Nino… it counts for everything," he told her, then slid the diary into his bag and went to stand with her. Nino leaned against him, for once not caring if anyone saw as he wrapped an arm around her waist. "So… you already have plans for tonight then?"

Nino seemed amused by the question. "I did. But you know, if turning my cute ass into a pair of throbbing tomatoes is your idea of a nice evening, then I guess I'll change my plans. I owe you, right? It's only fair I let you collect."

Fuutarou smiled at her in return.