Monday is the worst day of the week.

The common consensus apprised by the congregation of masses are always at a definite standstill, and the concurrence will always incriminate the first day of the workweek. For, you see, contingent to your job, there will be no avant-garde, and no method of ameliorating the beginning of that same, repetitive, and tedious routine that induces cancer for corporate slaves, and imparts antidotes for workaholics.

Now, let me give you a veracious justification as to why.

Once your eyelids first open, staring up at that dull and mundane ceiling of yours after turning off your alarm clock, you lay still for a few minutes, trying to thwart that offending sleep inertia you've recently felt. Then, after lazing stressfully upon the realization that you're supposed to fulfill your duty to society, you head to the bathroom to brush your teeth, and when your eyes squint upwards to your mirror, your day is effectively and immediately ruined. Why? Because your brain had just been massacred by the vexing truth that you are ugly. Well, that is only true to 70% of Japan's population. About 20% stay to admire their aesthetic quality with pride and narcissism. The remaining 10% don't bother looking up, instead opting to fantasize their day with ridiculous whims such as acting like some bad-ass anime edgelord with high IQ and superpowers. Source: Me.

Back to the situation at hand, Mondays suck.

I am sure that the only individuals that disagree with this very notion are self-absorbed attention-seekers. Or, they're angsty teenagers that promote uniqueness and participate in human rights movements.

Ergo: Mondays still suck.

But, that necessarily did not matter as of now, because when the Keiyō Line's train approached Kemigawahama Station, a certain beautiful ravenette was spotted standing in her occasional divine get-up of an exquisitely tailored Sobu High Uniform.

"Approaching Kemigawahama Station. Approaching Kemigawahama Station. Please move away from the doorways."

And when my cart's glass—specifically my train cart—halted directly in front of her, my brain scrambled to a stop. Because, that right there—right before me, separated only by a thick layer of glass, was her, Yukinoshita Yukino, in all of her pulchritudinous glory.

So, it wasn't really a surprise when her eyes immediately widened the moment they landed on my figure. And it also wasn't a surprise when she raced inside the train cart to get to me.

"H-Hikigaya-kun . . . !"

" . . . Yo."

Looking around, there were plenty of onlookers—particularly from the male students near my age. It also appeared that I'd underestimated the throng of individuals rushing in, as a myriad of people—salarymen and manual laborers—came in in the amount that filled the train cart to the brim.

Thus, as fast as I could, I promptly rested my hand at Yukinoshita's shoulder, and brought her close to me, moving her and I away from the others into what appeared to be a peaceful corner. Soon after, I quickly pushed her beside me, protecting her from the gaze and physical contact of any possible person. She raised her eyebrow at first, but seemed to get the gist of what I was trying to do, so she consented and relaxed beside me.

And, soon after, the train moved along, rushing its way to Inagekaigan Station.

"You're rather early today," commented Yukinoshita, her eyes twinkling with curiosity. "Any specific reason as to why?"

"Well, I forgot to do my homework last night so I'm planning to finish it once I arrive."

She gave a disapproving look, before shaking her head.

"You ought to be more responsible next time. I was quite perturbed when my gaze rested on the scary fish monster lurking inside the train."

"Wow, so I evolved into a scary fish monster now, huh? And here I thought I was a creepy fish man from what you stated last Friday."

"Of course. It is only a natural occurrence. I've read that viruses mutate quickly. It does fit your description."

"Haha. Very funny. Do you even have any other insult other than calling me a germ and some fish-related creature?"

She pouted for a second, before turning her head away with a huff, her back against my front. I swear, this girl will totally be the death of me. Her cuteness always overloads me, and it's just not fair at all. Not to mention it's only been a few weeks since Isshiki's whole Christmas Debacle. Why is it so hard to ignore her?

"Hey, you kno— . . . !"

CLACK!

But, my statement was interrupted as the passengers of the train swerved sideways. Unfortunately, the abrupt bump of the train and its railway caused me to stumble forward, effectively pinning her from behind.

"Hikigaya-ku— . . . !"

CLANK!

Another swerve. This time, I was hard-pressed to her behind. To make matters worse? The other individuals in the same cart as us moved to where I stood earlier, explicitly blocking my attempts to step back and provide Yukinoshita some space.

I was about to speak loudly in order for the nearby flock to move away when the—

CLACK!

—when the train bumped the railroad harshly once again.

But, this time, the result had been far more different.

Yes, I was pressed behind Yukinoshita's back, but this was far, far more different.

Why?

Because, curse you, RomCom Gods. My hips are basically humping her buttocks.

Oh fuck. Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck.

"Yukinoshita, I swear, this isn't intentio— . . . !"

CLANK!

Another bump, and I was pressed harder. However, another thing occurred. That is: her skirt rose slightly, and the small barrier of cloth that separated my pants and her undergarments became terrifyingly nonexistent.

She wears white?!

Unfortunately, this has only served to stimulate my brain further. And, the result was obvious.

Oh shit. Shit fuck shit. Please don't notice. She's definitely going to kill me.

That's correct. As of late, something was rampantly growing within my pelvic region.

"H-Hikigaya-kun," she whimpered, face now turning back to look at mine. "A — are you alright?"

"Y-yes . . . sorry about the . . . s-situation, by the way, I'll try to— . . . !"

Another swerve.

This time, a small rustling sound of cloth rippled across the air, and a multitude of individuals from around began squirming in discontent. Fortunately, no-one else had noticed us with the nearby population having their backs turned against us, but it seemed that Yukinoshita detected my predicament, as her cheeks bloomed a few shades of red.

"H — Hikigaya-kun!"

That is clearly her getting mad, right? That is definitely not her blushing, so please, Hachiman, focus. Don't think of lewd things. Don't think of lewd things. Don't think of—

CLANK!

Would this train please stop bumping the tracks?! Seriously, dear lord! What the hell is up with this?! This is so annoying, so exasperating! Why can't that freaking conductor do his job properl— . . .

Wait a second.

Is that . . .

Why do I feel my skin . . . touching . . . her's . . . ?

I looked down, and my heart froze. So, that's why I heard a cloth tear. It's because . . . oh shit.

That's right. I just realized.

I forgot to zip my pants, and my boxers were ripped slightly.

The effect was rather unsurprising.

My erected penis—quite big, might I add—slid out explosively, and was currently pressed to her bottoms.

This isn't a RomCom at all. No, this is some H-Rated magic bullshit.

The train swerved slightly again, though it did not bump the roads abruptly this time. But, what it did do, was slide my sturdy appendage further, right between Yukinoshita's thighs, and right below her white underwear.

The sight was something to behold.

Her curvy complexion was astounding—as always. I must admit, I've been gazing at it from time to time stemming from the moment I first entered the service club. Her lack of size on the upper portion of her body was vastly deemed unnecessary, since something more mouthwatering and more catering to my preferences presented itself below her hips.

Yukinoshita Yukino was truly beautiful—in all aspects bar none.

It was always a struggle not to lunge at her every time I laid my eyes on her.

And, I always found it difficult to keep my thoughts in the safer and better direction.

But, right now, I can't help this. I can't resist.

The thought of her near me, in such a sexual situation, it already made me dizzy. What more with the real thing?

My brain had already begun whirling my emotions into a tempo—an intense release of a plethora of neurotransmitters discovered in lust and infatuation. My hypothalamus must've decided it was a great idea to produce oxytocin, and must've thought it lucrative to filter out my dopamine into passionate and utter desire. My heart began to beat faster, like a drum being slammed over and over in rapid succession. The increase in blood pressure was truly inevitable, and the heating of my body continued.

I was correct.

All men are beasts.

And I was no exception.

CLACK!

Thus, alongside the abrupt collision of the brisk turning of the train and the railroad, I couldn't help but lunge forward.

"H — Hikigaya-kun . . . ! I — I . . . !" Yukinoshita squeaked slightly, face still red. "Y-you . . . !"

"I'm sorry," I replied closely, my breath tickling her ear. I couldn't help but dig my nails gingerly to her waist. "I can't hold myself any longer."

But, then, I noticed something else.

Something just as intriguing in this situation.

When the tip of my cock surged upward, gliding in between the supple and smooth skin of her plump and splendid thighs, across the fabric and up to the entrance of her womanhood, something fascinating entranced me.

Something wet.

That's right. It appeared that my hypothesis wasn't erroneous at all.

Looking up at her face—that bewitching, glamorous face, indeed was I correct.

Yukinoshita Yukino was also aroused.

Yukinoshita bit the bottom of her lips, stifling what seemed to be a moan. She swiveled her head sideways, jaw clenched and skin tarnished with the color of roses, before staring at me from her peripherals, sending me a pleading and stimulated gaze. She sent me a silent message. And, thus, I will respond in kind.

So, I rubbed myself further, body fully embracing her, as I rested my chin at the crook of her neck.

"Mm . . . !"

This time, when she made a small sound, I identified it as something dissimilar with a whimper. It was a plea for more.

"K-kyah!"

My left hand traveled cautiously up her uniform, resting only slightly below her armpits, before I coasted it to her chest. Sometimes, I find myself insulting that portion of her torso quite a lot—but right now, not expecting the softness of her breasts—I found myself renouncing such claims. It wasn't big, per se, but it sure as hell was full.

"H — Hikigaya-kun . . . I—!"

I shut her up with my mouth now strolling across her neck, nibbling and licking the upper part of her trapezius, with my left hand simultaneously producing a gentle squeeze. With this close to her, I felt her vibrate—attempting to stifle yet again, another moan. However, all that escaped was a barely audible squeak that only I heard.

CLANK!

The train seemed to have bumped the railroad tracks again, and this time, it caused something else.

"Ghgh!" I groaned quietly. "Y-you . . . "

Yukinoshita's right hand found itself up directly at the tip of my appendage. She began rubbing it gently, her smooth skin sending tingles to my spine, before squeezing it softly. She only released it a few moments later when she went ahead and slipped her hand to her bottom undergarment and slid it to the side, allowing my cock to feel the silken skin of her womanhood's entrance and the wet lubrication pouring atop it.

But, then . . .

CLANG!

. . . the unthinkable happened.

I was already enjoying myself, yes. She was also enjoying herself, too.

But . . .

"Mmgh."

"Agh!"

. . . it seemed the world wanted another thing to happen.

With the terse bump of the train once again, I suddenly felt it. That soft, velvety sensation of her wet and fleshy insides I was forced to enter. I felt my mouth water, and as some of my saliva slipped unceremoniously down her neck, Yukinoshita's back arched upward. The action caused myself to explore the full length of her unfathomably tight and smooth womanhood, soaring across until my tip made contact with the mouth of her womb.

This feels . . . so good!

My words left my tongue and my bedazzled mind could no longer think. The feeling was so surreal, so amazing, so astonishing, that I found myself thoroughly flabbergasted.

Looking at her countenance, Yukinoshita's peerlessly beautiful face had its mouth covered with her hands. Her captivating, lustrous, and graceful blue eyes were tearing up, and it was at this moment that I realized I'd torn her hymen. That I'd taken her virginity—as she'd done with me.

"A—are," I asked, mouth moving away from her neck and breathing now erratic. "Are you okay?"

She nodded winsomely, and I thought to myself: She is already the prettiest girl I know, how is it possible that I now find her much more ravishing than before?

But, my thoughts were curtly interrupted as the train caused its passengers to swerve for another time, causing me to move out from her womanhood slightly, but I didn't let it pass as I immediately got back on track and thrusted once again.

"Mmph!"

Slowly but surely, I squeezed her chest with my left hand one last time, before I trailed it down to her waist. At that point, I began sliding both my hands downwards, until it reached the chunky cheeks of her round rear, squeezing it.

This felt great.

This felt extraordinary.

It was far more disparate than anything I'd ever done before.

And, most of all, it was a million times better than doing it by myself.

Therefore, I retracted my hips back, before I thrusted again.

Yukinoshita restrained another moan, pushing her bottoms towards me as if egging me on.

Another thrust.

My hands clutching her buttocks paused, then traveled gently up her skirt, resting only at the skin of her hips.

Another thrust.

Yukinoshita arched her back again, compressing her insides, and effectively pleasuring me further.

Another thrust.

Silently, we found a slow rhythm, until the hardness of my cock heightened—the repetitive and rough motions of my length entering, exiting, then re-entering steadily speeding up, like a car ramming a wall over and over, until I felt it.

Until something was beginning to build up from within me.

Until it caused my appendage to twitch violently.

But, I was not alone.

Yukinoshita's insides began squeezing harder and harder.

Until . . .

"H — Hikigaya-kun . . . !"

"Uuurgh!"

. . . until a brilliant crescendo occurred, and we climaxed.

. . .

. . .

. . .

Slowly, I moved my piece outside of her, and found some tissues from my book-bag hanging on my right shoulder. The rush of endorphins provided my thoughts with clarity, so I wiped my area, before tucking it back in my boxers, and gave Yukinoshita a few more, too. I turned to gaze at her face, but she didn't want to meet my eyes, only opting to nod quietly. So, I minded my own business and zipped my pants up.

. . .

"Approaching Inagekaigan Station. Approaching Inagekaigan Station. Please move away from the doorways."

. . .

Oh fuck. Right. We were on a train.

Hurriedly, I looked around if anyone saw us, but it seems that we were lucky, and the rambunctious chatter of the passengers still resounded around, with everyone from nearby turning their backs against us much like earlier—signifying that no, no-one noticed, and yes, nothing changed.

When the train stopped and the doors opened, I had a feeling that Yukinoshita and I had the same idea of leaving as soon as we could.


OMAKE "A penny for your thoughts"—

The setting sun's orange glare intensified, as the air blowing from the windows increased in ferocity. Hikigaya Hachiman and Yukinoshita Yukino were currently sitting across from one another, both at the ends of their beloved long table. Yuigahama Yui, as of earlier, decided to buy a few drinks from the vending machine outside, but both Hachiman and Yukino were aware of the truth. She likely read the atmosphere correctly, and somehow knew that something was up. She must've left them both alone to sort things out.

But . . . nothing was happening.

It was silent.

Nothing but the chimes of the wind flowing by echoed in their club room.

. . .

Until Hikigaya Hachiman, whose face was still red, broke the spell.

"S — so . . . "

" . . . "

" . . . "

" . . . "

Yukinoshita gripped her sleeve with her left hand, a flush adorning her features.

"I'm sorry," Hikigaya starts. "I . . . I should definitely not have done that . . . it's all my fault."

"N-no," interrupted the only girl around. "It wasn't . . . entirely your fault. I . . . I consented, too. I apologize."

. . .

. . .

. . .

Silence reigned again as the two, now gathering a few bits of confidence stared at one another.

"Yukinoshita . . . um . . . uh, how do I say this . . . "

" . . . "

"I — I'm not particularly great at communicating at all, but . . . I'd like you to know. I'm . . . I'm . . . I'm really sorry for having sexual intercourse with you on the train."

Yukinoshita stares at him, then gave a slight smile. "So I've heard, Hikigaya-kun."

. . .

. . .

. . .

Unfortunately for them, they didn't notice a certain peach-haired girl listening from behind the slightly open door.

"They did what?!"


A/N: I already regret this. I'm never writing smut again.