"D-Did you see them back then?" she heard herself say.
"Hardly," Makoto replied.
Kotonoha looked around. She was back at the pool. On the sunbeds where she had talked with Makoto-kun.
Was she dreaming again?
"H-Hardly?" she asked.
How would this play out?
"I may have caught a little glimpse, but that's it. My mind does not work like a camera, Kotonoha. If you want me to picture you naked, I'll have to see them again."
"Would you settle for a kiss too?" she asked.
"No." He didn't smile this time.
She blinked a few times. That was very different from the real memory.
"Makoto-kun?"
"I won't settle for a kiss. Am I your playdate? How old are you, twelve?"
"I… you…" Kotonoha was lost. This development was completely unexpected.
He took her chin and forced her to look up at him. His eyes were a different color from usual. Cold grey instead of the usual warm ochre.
"Apologise," he ordered calmly.
"I…"
She wanted to wake up, but there was nothing she could do. She knew this was a dream and she was safe in bed, but for some reason, she was still scared.
"Don't make me repeat myself, Kotonoha," he warned her.
She felt the cold sweat on her back.
What if she stayed in this dream forever?
"I-I'm sorry," she said.
"For what?" he asked calmly.
"For being a bad girlfriend?"
"Is that hesitation I hear in your voice?"
"O-Of course not," she said. "I'm sorry for being such a terrible girlfriend."
"Well fix it then." He released her.
"I… yes, Makoto-kun." She reached back and undid the clasp of her top. It slid down over her shoulders. "Is this okay?" she asked. It was difficult to resist the urge to cover up her chest.
"That's better," he said. "See, now you're acting like a real girlfriend should."
"Y-Yes."
"Now show me how you play with them."
"M-Makoto-kun?" She had heard that wrongly, right?
"You think I don't know what you're doing every morning?
"I…"
"You're gonna show me, right now."
"Y-Yes, Makoto-kun."
She touched her own chest.
Kotonoha vaguely felt her real body doing the same thing. If she focused, she could even feel the fabric of her tank top.
"Do it properly," he said.
"Yes, sorry I'm so clumsy, Makoto-kun." She mashed them harder and rubbed hard over her nipples, as she usually did when she played by herself.
"Down there too," Makoto commanded. "Get yourself off for me."
She moved one hand down. Kotonoha was surprised to find out she was already soaked (both in her dream and in real life). Even though this was humiliating and wrong, she could not stop her own body from getting all worked up.
"Harder," he said.
"Yes." She moved her fingers more roughly.
"See," Makoto said. "You're just a horny little bitch."
She didn't reply.
"Aren't you?"
"Yes. I'm… oh fuck, I'm gonna-"
A loud noise woke her up.
"For fuck's sake." She cursed. "Not now."
Kotonoha blindly reached out and after several attempts managed to shut up her alarm.
Even on a Saturday.
It had slipped through her fingers now. Quite literally. She had been so close she could almost taste it.
Maybe…
Kotonoha slowly moved her hand back beneath her panties.
Maybe she could pick up where she left off before?
Come on dream, come back.
She only managed to summon a vague image though.
"Makoto-kun," she spoke softly. "Is this okay?"
Her fingers made obscene noises as she got worked up again.
Luckily she was already on the third day of her period, so there was little risk for embarrassing accidents. If she had done this on the first day it might not have ended well.
Stupid clothes.
She roughly pulled her top over her head. Then, she slid her panties down and kicked them off.
That was better. Now she could touch more freely.
"Do you like them, Makoto-kun?" she pulled on her own nipples. "You do, don't you? All boys like big breasts."
She sped up.
"You want to see me finish, Makoto-kun? I really want to show you."
Her alarm went off again.
With a sigh, she stopped.
Of course. She hadn't turned it off, she had snoozed it.
Why was this stupid alarm going off anyway? This was a Saturday.
Kotonoha opened her phone to turn it off properly. It displayed a message.
Evidence
Oh, right. That was why she had put her alarm today.
Wait, what was she doing? This was so wrong.
She was hurting Makoto-kun and here she was, getting off on something that would clearly not happen because of her.
Sudden guilt overcame her.
"Bad girl." She slapped herself between her legs.
A jolt of pain ran through her.
Tears sprang into her eyes.
She bit her lip, resisted the urge to curse.
Bad mistake. She really shouldn't have done it so hard.
No. She should. Fantasizing about Makoto-kun while she was constantly hurting in real life him was all wrong. She might be unable to stop herself from dreaming about him, but at the very least she shouldn't touch herself during it. She shouldn't be enjoying her dreams like that when she was also the cause Makoto-kun did not enjoy real life.
Kotonoha took a deep breath. Just one more time. If she didn't do this, it would just happen again and again. 'Feeling guilty' clearly wasn't enough to stop her. Hell it wouldn't stop her from doing what she was planning today.
She brought her hand down again. Less hard this time, but it still hurt like hell.
That's enough, she lied to herself. It won't happen again.
Besides, she had other things to do today.
Kotonoha sighed. She could just stay home. She really didn't have to do this. After all, she knew very well how wrong it was.
Yet…
She just had to know. It was only to confirm her own suspicions.
It was a stupid excuse and she knew it, yet she couldn't stop herself from getting out of bed.
Kotonoha got dressed. When she was done, she studied her reflection in the mirror. She had put her hair up and put on a black baseball cap. Sunglasses hid her eyes. No one would be able to recognise her like this.
No, no. If anything she would be drawing more attention like this.
She got changed again.
Yeah, this was better. More subtle.
Now, she wore a short black skirt, thigh-high socks, a black shirt and a grey hoodie. If she did spot someone that could recognise her, she could simply pull up the hood.
Kotonoha took the backpack she had prepared yesterday and went downstairs. Everyone else was still asleep.
She tried eating some breakfast, but there was a knot in her stomach that wouldn't go away.
Eventually she gave up and went outside.
Kotonoha walked to the train station and got on the first train.
Her eyes darted around nervously.
She studied everyone a few times, but there was no one she recognised.
Kotonoha breathed out.
Calm down, she told herself. There was no reason to freak out. Taking the train on a Saturday was not illegal. Even if someone spotted her, she could probably come up with some explanation.
The train stopped. Kotonoha grabbed the bar to keep her balance.
The doors opened.
Oh no.
Kotonoha quickly turned and put on her hood.
What the hell was Kiyoura doing here?
In the reflection of the window, she could see Kiyoura sit down.
Kotonoha made sure to stay with her back turned to Kiyoura for the rest of the journey. Luckily, the girl did not move from her spot.
Eventually, the train reached her stop and Kotonoha got off.
Her heart was beating way too hard in her chest.
Stop it, she reprimanded herself. Kiyoura had not seen her on the train. And even if she had, why would she tell Makoto about it? For all Kiyoura knew, they were still a normal couple.
Still, she kept on her hood as she walked.
She reached the apartment block, but she didn't go in. Instead, she went into the block opposite of it.
In the hallway, she pressed on several buttons. Several voices sounded through the speakers and then the door buzzed. Kotonoha pushed it open.
Many people just opened the door when the bell rang without asking who it was. It was a simple matter of pressing enough buttons and being a bit lucky.
She took the elevator up to the roof.
Luckily, the roof hadn't been locked up.
It was pretty windy up here though.
Kotonoha lowered her hood.
Here we go.
She sat down at a safe distance from the edge and opened her bag.
Luckily dad hadn't used his telescope in years. He wouldn't even notice she had taken it.
Kotonoha positioned the telescope and searched until she found the right window. Then, she put the camera next to it and positioned it on the same window. She had to search a bit to find the right zoom, but eventually, she had a decent image.
She looked through the telescope.
There he was. He was playing video games.
Kotonoha sighed.
What else did she expect she would see?
This was a terrible idea. She really shouldn't be doing this.
She almost laughed at her own silliness. Look at this. She was 'gathering evidence'.
Obviously, she couldn't prove anything like this.
Wait, he was getting up.
Through the telescope, she saw how he walked out of sight. Shortly after, he returned with someone.
Sekai?
What the hell was she doing there?
Could she be…
She was right? Yeah, it was clear. Makoto and Sekai must be having some kind of secret relationship. Well, either that, or she was just visiting as a friend and…
Holy crap.
They were kissing. Not like a friend might do, no, Sekai had jumped into his arms and kissed him full on the mouth.
Kotonoha looked in horror as the pair made out. It wasn't long before Makoto-kun was touching her breasts over her clothes and she was rubbing him over his pants.
She didn't know what she had expected to see, but certainly not this.
Sekai pushed him down on the couch. She sat down on his lap facing him.
Kotonoha could hardly believe her eyes. She kept staring, her mouth slightly open.
Next, Sekai started unbuttoning her blouse. Her blue-white striped bra was revealed.
Kotonoha's anger and horror started making way for something else.
Sekai reached back and unclasped it. It slid over her shoulders.
When her breasts were revealed, Makoto-kun wasted no time in sucking on them. Sekai threw her head back, clearly enjoying herself.
Fuck.
Under normal circumstances, she would have probably stopped watching by now and gone home, but her eyes stayed glued to the scene for some reason.
She had not finished this morning, nor any other day since she had met Makoto-kun. And before she had never done anything like that.
It was silly to think she was capable of stopping years of sexual frustration.
Makoto moved his head back up so they could kiss again.
Then, Sekai pushed him down on the couch. She sank down on her knees before.
From this angle, Kotonoha couldn't tell what she was doing. Makoto threw his head back, so whatever it was, he was enjoying it. And Kotonoha had some ideas about what Sekai could be doing down there.
She kept staring in fascination. Slowly, her hand reached down beneath her skirt. Her panties were soaking wet, obviously. So wet it had already started leaking out around them. Her own fluids were running down her thighs, almost reaching her high socks.
She slowly rubbed herself over her panties.
This was all wrong. Makoto was cheating on her in plain sight.
Yet…
She hadn't really taken care of his needs, had she? Kotonoha rationalised. Where they even boyfriend and girlfriend? After all, they had only gone on a few dates and kissed a bit. Could you call that a formal couple? And they were on a break now. She had specifically said to him she needed time to think, but he didn't have to wait for her.
Yeah. She latched onto that.
'I don't mind if you want to date someone else.'
She had spoken those exact words, so right now, she had zero reason to be angry at him. Makoto wasn't doing anything wrong. She had told him he could do this.
Sekai came back up. Her hair was messy and some spit was dribbling down her chin.
Kotonoha watched as Sekai lowered her panties. Then, she bunched up her skirt and sat down on his lap. They were actually doing it.
Kotonoha was unable to stop herself now. Following Sekai's example, she got up and roughly pulled down her panties to her knees. Then, she sat down again and pulled them to her ankles and then off. When they were off, she shifted back to her previous cross-legged position and looked back at them through the telescope. Luckily, they were still going at it in the same position.
Kotonoha could touch herself directly now, which she did immediately.
Oh fuck. That felt much better.
They were clearly enjoying themselves.
"Does it feel good, Makoto-kun?"
Strangely, she wasn't even imagining it was her instead of Sekai. She just enjoyed watching them. It was so hot to see how much they enjoyed themselves.
At this point, she was so frustrated she would settle for any kind of stimulation. Just watching them was enough, there was no need to fantasize.
Kotonoha pushed in her middle finger. She was pretty tight.
How would it feel to have real sex? She was really curious about it.
Kotonoha obviously knew her own finger could not compare to it, but she didn't really want to get any closer to it than this. A first time was something you shared with someone you loved. So if she already knew how it felt to have something inside of her, wouldn't that kinda diminish the experience?
She rubbed her thumb over her clit. She was much closer than she had ever been before.
Luckily, they stayed in their position so she had a nice view of Sekai bouncing up and down. Her breasts were actually bigger than Kotonoha had assumed before. Or maybe it was just because they were free from their confines now.
Kotonoha bit her lip.
Makoto was lasting quite long. Either the tales of boys finishing in seconds were drastically overrated or Makoto was an exception. Probably that. Makoto-kun was special, she already knew that.
This wasn't enough though.
She zipped open her hoodie with her free hand. Reaching below, she unsnapped her bra.
Kotonoha shifted her bra upwards and reached beneath her shirt to touch them.
There was no time to take it all of now. And she had to stay in this position to keep watching them.
Kotonoha twisted her nipples hard while her other hand kept working her clit.
Oh fuck. She was really close now. Even closer than this morning. Closer than she had ever been before. Something was already building in her stomach. Only a bit more and…
Suddenly, Sekai slowed down. She flashed a satisfied smile.
No. Not now.
Kotonoha cursed loudly.
They were done. Sekai got off him. It looked like Makoto-kun had finished inside of her.
This was quickly confirmed. Sekai reached down with her hand and then brought it up. A sticky white fluid was on her fingers, which she licked off while staring at Makoto-kun with a deviant smile.
Despite how insanely hot that was, it wasn't enough to push Kotonoha over the edge.
Sekai repeated it two more times, licking her lips with a satisfied smirk. Then, she got dressed again. When she turned, Makoto gave her a playful smack on her butt.
Stupid…
Kotonoha grumbled.
Just a few seconds longer and she would have climaxed too.
Sekai was fully dressed now. She sat down on the couch.
Kotonoha retracted her hand.
Makoto stood up and did something. The tv turned on.
Wait, what?
He handed Sekai a controller and sat down next to her on the couch.
What the hell? Where they just gonna play video games now?
Somehow, this angered her more than Makoto 'cheating' on her.
Cause actually, yes, he was cheating. Maybe she had given him permission to date other girls during their break, but that was yesterday. There was no fucking way this was Sekai's first time. This must have been going on for much longer.
She put her panties back on. All her arousal had been replaced by frustration and anger.
She reached back to fix her bra.
Makoto had been cheating on her since the very beginning. She had been right all along, there was a lot more going-
She was interrupted by a sudden noise.
What the hell?
She stopped trying to close her bra and pulled her phone out of her bag. Without looking at the caller, she picked up.
"Yeah?" she asked, still angry.
[Kotonoha? Hey, I just wanted to check in with you.]
"S-S… Sekai?" She was certain her heart had skipped several beats just now. All the anger was replaced by pure fear.
[Yeah obviously? Who else would be calling you?]
"I…"
[Ah, sorry, I didn't mean it like that.]
Kotonoha looked back through the telescope.
A shiver went through her body.
Makoto was alone again. He was sitting on the couch, playing the same video game. There was no split screen, he was all alone.
How…
"It's okay," she said. Her voice sounded extremely weird. "Say, where are you now?"
[At home of course. Where else would I be?]
"I don't know, somewhere else."
Maybe Sekai had moved out of her sight. But…
[Well I'm home. Setsuna is here.]
Setsuna?
What was going on here? Clearly Sekai was lying. She was with Makoto playing games right now. Well, she had been. And Kiyoura was nowhere to be seen.
"Could you give her on for a sec?"
[Sure, why?]
"I need to ask her something for the school festival," Kotonoha lied.
She was amazed at her ability to think clearly in this situation. On the inside, her heart was beating wildly, but she kept her voice under control.
[Hold on a sec.]
She checked again through the telescope. Sekai wasn't there. Makoto was still playing video games by himself. And he was actually playing since his character was blown up at this point and she saw him yelling at the screen.
[Hello?] It was unmistakingly the voice of Kiyoura. [What did you want to ask?]
"Uhm, the uhm… the meeting. Yesterday there was a meeting, right?"
[Oh, right, you were sick. I'll mail you my notes, don't worry about it.]
"Thanks. That would be a great help."
[I'll give you Sekai back.]
This was impossible. Sekai was clearly not calling her right now.
Unless Sekai had walked out of her sight and called her. But then shouldn't she hear Makoto and the game on the background?
And what about Kiyoura? Was she using a second cellphone to call her at the same time? Or had Kiyoura sneaked inside while Kotonoha had been busy watching them.
Wait, no. She had actually seen Kiyoura this morning. She was on the train to Sekai's house. And she had not gotten off with her, of that Kotonoha was certain because she had been worried that would happen for a moment.
[Anyway, I called to check if you were alright,] Sekai said.
"No."
This was just too much. She could not plausibly believe that both Sekai and Kiyoura were involved in a grand conspiracy. Even if they were both involved, they couldn't possibly know where Kotonoha was right now or when to call her. Let alone they could set this all up for her.
No, the answer was pretty clear: she was imagining things.
[What's wrong? Where are you actually? I hear something weird on the background. Is that the wind?]
Kotonoha looked again through the telescope.
Sekai was nowhere to be seen. Actually, she had probably never been there in the first place.
[Kotonoha?]
"Sorry, I… I'll call you back."
[Koto-]
She hung up.
She was imagining things. That was the only explanation that made any sense. In her sexual frustration, she had simply imagined Sekai had come in to have sex with Makoto. And that was why they had stopped at the exact moment she would have finished herself. Her own guilt was blocking her from finishing.
And that was also why she had conveniently confirmed her own suspicions.
Wasn't it just a bit too good she had watched Makoto for one morning and immediately found the perfect evidence? He hadn't even closed the curtains or gone to his bedroom.
There was absolutely no way anyone could have predicted she would do this, let alone they could set this all up. Nor would it serve them any purpose if they did.
Her eye fell onto the camera.
Hold on a sec.
She picked it up.
Kotonoha stopped the recording and played it back from the start. She fast forwarded a bit, but the image didn't change much. Makoto stayed in his seat, playing video games the entire time. Sekai never arrived.
Obviously. Nothing had happened at all. She had simply imagined all of it.
Her hand went back down to her panties, but for a different purpose this time.
She had done it again, hadn't she? While she was sitting here fantasizing about Makoto-kun, she was hurting him in reality.
A normal girlfriend did not spy on her boyfriend from a rooftop. A normal girlfriend did not imagine him cheating on her. A real girlfriend…
Kotonoha took a deep breath. Two probably wouldn't suffice this time.