Kyoko had been feeling it all day, and it was only continuing to get stronger. Every feeling, the strange warmth between her legs that made her want to rub her thighs together, the twitch in her hands, the urge to bite her lip…it was getting stronger by the day.

And it was all because of him.

Makoto Naegi sat in the seat in front of her, and for some reason she found herself staring at the boy's (admittedly) tight ass, which was unfortunately only partially visible through the hole in the seat.

Her eyes kept being drawn towards it, and every time she looked, those feelings overcame her body. Her body in general felt warm all over, and every day it only became stronger and more unbearable. Despite all her experience, she had no idea what was happening.

Every time she spoke with the boy, her heart raced, and she felt a blush in her cheeks. It worried her, but it also felt nice in a way she couldn't explain. She would find herself glancing at his hands, wanting to take them in her own, which didn't really make much sense to her, but she felt like doing it nonetheless.

She wondered if she was simply sick, but then that wouldn't make sense why she only felt that way when looking at or talking to Makoto. The answer felt so obvious, but she couldn't lay her finger on it.

So, she went to a person who she figured would have the answer.

"Hello, Tsumiki-san." She said as she walked into the nurse's office. Somehow, she'd managed to startle the girl, and she almost dropped some papers she was holding. Mikan turned around, her face pale from fright.

"A-ah, it's…uh…" Mikan felt panic and shame as she struggled to remember the name of the underclassman. "Um…K-Kirigiri-kun! AH! I-I mean…Kirigiri-sama!" Great, it had only been a few seconds and she was already mentally beating herself up. "W-was there something you needed?"

"Yes, actually…" Kyoko said, suddenly feeling uncharacteristically embarrassed. "I'm, um…I've been feeling strange lately, and I was hoping I could explain what's been happening to me."

"Y-yeah!" Mikan said, as she walked over and grabbed a chair, pulling it over near the desk that Mikan then retrieved a clipboard from. "Please sit, and tell me what's been happening." Kyoko nodded, and sat down in the chair as Mikan also grabbed a pen and sat down at the desk, turning the chair to face Kyoko. Her paleness was mostly gone, replaced with a look of seriousness that surprised Kyoko.

"So…" Kyoko said, unsure where to start, "Um…lately, I've been feeling…hot."

"Hot?" Mikan asked, writing it down. "How so?"

"It's like…" Kyoko started, but stopped herself. She wasn't sure why, but she didn't want to mention Makoto. "My entire body feels hot…"

"Mhm, mhm…" Mikan said as she wrote it down.

"…but mostly in my nether regions." Mikan stopped, and she seemed to go so still that she almost seemed like a statue. After a few seconds, she looked up at Kyoko, a light blush in her cheeks.

"Your…n-nether regions?" She asked with uncertainty.

"Yeah." Kyoko confirmed. "Like…it makes me want to rub my thighs together, and my fingers twitch, and…" she paused again, thinking over her words, "sometimes, my heart will start racing uncontrollably." She looked up at Mikan, whose hand was shaking slightly. The blush on her face had grown by a good amount, and she took a deep breath.

"W-When a women is…um…a-aroused, the blood vessels in her g-genitals dilate. This increased blood flow to the v-vaginal walls causes lubrication, inflates the labia, and hardens the c-clitoris. It also produces a feeling of warmth." Mikan started to explain in medical terms that Kyoko had to focus to make sure she understood. "After a little bit, more vessels will dilate to accommodate the extra blood flow, which causes blushing." Kyoko noticed that the girl's stuttering seemed to fade, and she became noticeably more confident in her speaking. "This will lead into sexual plateau if your erogenous zones are properly stimulated. Sexual plateau occurs if you're actually masturbating or having…having…" Mikan seemed to lose her focus on the last word, but she cleared her throat and continued, "…s-sex." Kyoko felt her own cheeks start to heat up.

"Blood flow into the breasts causes them to increase in size, sometimes up to 25%, but usually much less." Mikan continued, quickly regaining her flow. "The lower third of the vagina becomes swollen and firm, and as the woman gets closer to orgasm, the clitoris begins retracting into the pubic bone. During orgasm the body produces a lot of vaginal liquids and the vagina contracts at a quick pace, and the body releases a lot of endorphins. After the process ends, heart rate and breathing rate slow down. Also, unlike men, women have no refractory period, so a woman could immediately go again if she wants." Mikan finally stopped, and took a breath, her face now red from talking much. Kyoko took a moment to process the information she'd just been given.

"So, what you're saying is…I need to have sex?" Kyoko asked, and Mikan made a sort of choking sound. "I see, thank you, Tsumiki-san." Kyoko began to stand up.

"Ah, no you can also just mastur-" Mikan started.

"Thank you again!" Kyoko said as she headed towards the door, ignoring her.

"J-just make sure to use protection, and make sure there's consent, and also make sure it's someone you love!" Mikan spoke quickly as Kyoko left the room in a hurry, shutting the door behind her. Once she was gone, Mikan slumped down in her seat, exhausted from both all the talking she did, and the kind of exhaustion that you only get from a situation like this.

Kyoko quickly went home and grabbed her laptop, before settling onto her bed, opening up the laptop, and turning it on. Now, she'd looked up some weird stuff before; it comes with being a detective, but never had she looked up something so…risqué. She took a deep breath, and typed into the search bar.

"Ways to show a guy you're interested in sex."

Immediately, several shady-looking sights popped up, and Kyoko could tell immediately which ones were ones that she needed to avoid. Finally, after searching for a minute, she found what seemed to be a top ten list of what she was looking for. She clicked the link and started reading. What was on the page made her face burn, but she took mental notes anyway.

When she made it to one in particular, she stopped. She stared at the paragraph for a while before nodding. She went into a new tab and opened up an online store. Thankfully, she was given her own money to spend, or else she wouldn't know how to explain what she was about to buy.

She searched for what she was looking for, and when she found it, she added it to her cart, and checked out. An alert popped up showing that it would arrive within the week, thanks to being somewhat nearby. She'd just have to endure the feelings for a few more days.

Kyoko smiled to herself as she set the laptop down and found herself thinking of Makoto. As he thought about him, the mental image of him had suddenly become shirtless, and that warm feeling emerged once more. Her hands twitched as her thighs rubbed together. Eventually, her mental image of the boy lost his pants, and as he stared at her with his beautiful eyes, he reached his thumbs into his boxers, and started to pull them down-

Suddenly, an alarm on her phone went off, disrupting the fantasy, and making her grumble. She needed to study. Kyoko sighed as she left her phone and laptop on the bed, walked over to a shelf, and grabbed a textbook. She sat back down on the bed and opened it up to the newest chapter, and started reading.

But the entire time, her mind kept drifting to Makoto, and every time it did, she couldn't help but smile.

A few days later, Makoto was suddenly awoken by a knock at his door. Makoto blinked his eyes as he rolled over to see what time it was. 1:32 AM? Who would be up this late, and wanted to come see him? There was another knock, and while Makoto wanted to crawl back into bed, he knew that would be rude, so he got out, walked over to the door, unlocked it, and opened it. He was very surprised to find Kyoko standing in front of it, seemingly dressed in what appeared to be a bathrobe.

"Makoto…" Kyoko said. Makoto blinked his eyes, and felt a slight bit of embarrassment as he realized he was standing in front of her in his pajamas. Sure, they were nothing special, just a plain white shirt and gym shorts, but it was still a little embarrassing. "Can I use your bathroom.? Mine is…um…not working." She said. If Makoto was more awake, he might've questioned her hesitant tone, but instead he nodded and stepped aside, allowing her to enter. As she walked to the bathroom, he couldn't help but notice the strange stockings she seemed to be wearing. Kyoko disappeared into Makoto's bathroom, and, not sure he should just go back to sleep, sat down on his bed, waiting for her to finish.

He was left waiting for about two minutes before he heard Kyoko exhale deeply. Then, the door opened, and she stepped out. At the sight of her, Makoto felt his entire face turn beet red as all words escaped him.

Kyoko was decked out in just a black leather tank top with a zipper running down the middle all the way from top to bottom, as well as a VERY revealing pair of matching black panties. Along with the outfit, she had leather gauntlets, fishnet stockings, and black boots. Makoto's eyes shot to her chest, where a large amount of Kyoko's cleavage was visible, and he immediately looked away again in shame.

"K-K-Kyoko?! What are you-!" Makoto exclaimed. Kyoko started to walk towards him, and he felt himself backing away on the bed. Suddenly, she leapt onto the bed and tackled him, pinning him down. The position allowed Makoto to get an even better look at Kyoko's cleavage, letting him see down into it. He tried not to look, instead noticing a nice lavender scent. Was Kyoko wearing…perfume? Suddenly, Makoto felt her knee move between his legs and against his crotch, which twitched in reaction.

"Kyoko! What are you doing?!" Makoto demanded, and Kyoko simply looked down at him. But she wasn't looking at his eyes, she was looking at his lips. Before he could say anything, she leaned down and kissed him. Makoto couldn't help but gasp as he received his first kiss. But despite that, even he could tell how inexperienced Kyoko was. It wasn't as much of a kiss as it was her lips sloppily pressed against his.

At the same time, Kyoko readjusted her hands, bringing Makoto's wrists above his head, where she was able to hold them down with one hand while she placed the other against his chest. She didn't linger for long though, and soon, her hand moved down over his chest, and over his stomach, until she reached his crotch, where he had a semi-erection. She placed her hand over the bulge and squeezed.

That was the last straw.

Makoto pulled his face away from hers, and shouted "GET OFF OF ME!!" Kyoko froze, her purple eyes staring into his as her hand rested on his crotch.

"I…" Kyoko said, and looked down, finally releasing his dick. "I…um…" Kyoko looked back at Makoto, who had an expression of terror and confusion on his face. Realizing her mistake, she let go of him and backed away to the opposite end of the bed. "I'm…I'm sorry…I just…don't know what I'm doing…" Then, something happened…something that Makoto was sure he'd never seen before or would ever thought he'd see: tears forming in Kyoko's eyes.

"Kyoko, what do you mean?" Makoto said, his fear fading as he moved over to her, still trying not to look at her cleavage. "What's going on?" Kyoko shook her head, the tears starting to spill down her cheeks. "Kyoko, tell me." Kyoko stayed silent for a moment before she took a deep breath, and she finally explained.

She explained how she'd been feeling, how every time she talked to Makoto, her heart raced and it became hard to think, and about how she wanted to grab his hand and hold it, or embrace him at random moments. She then described how she felt hot whenever she saw him, and how she went to Mikan for help, then to the internet. As she explained, the obvious answer became more and more apparent, and Makoto almost would've laughed at Kyoko's obliviousness if she wasn't crying, and if he didn't feel embarrassment coursing through his entire body.

"The site said outfits like this often get a man to go wild." She said, nearly sobbing now. "But I can see that…it just scared you…I scared you…"

"Kyoko…" Makoto tried to speak, but Kyoko shook her head.

"I'm sorry…can we please just forget this ever happened? Maybe I can ask Mikan again for different advice…" Kyoko said as she started to get up, but Makoto grabbed her wrist, and she turned back to look at him. She was surprised to see a smile on his face.

"Kyoko, isn't it obvious?" Makoto asked, and Kyoko raised an eyebrow. Again, Makoto almost laughed. "Kyoko…you're in love…with…with me." He said, hesitant. After saying it, he looked away, his face burning. Kyoko stared at him in shock as the realization hit her. Of course! Kyoko almost smacked herself for being so dumb. Although, she supposed it wasn't too surprising that she hadn't realized it.

"I'm…in love…" Kyoko said. She felt a smile come across her face as she spoke the words. "I'm in love…with Makoto…" Makoto seemed to shrivel in embarrassment, and Kyoko finally sat back down on the bed. She pulled her wrist away from Makoto, but then quickly grabbed his hand with her own. Makoto finally turned back to her, and looked down at their conjoined hands. His blush extended from ear to ear, and Kyoko couldn't help but giggle. Then, she frowned. "I'm sorry I scared you…"

"Hey, it's okay." Makoto said, giving her a smile of his own. "I was just…surprised." Kyoko knew he was lying, but she appreciated the thought anyway. "Kyoko?"

"Yeah?" Kyoko said, and she felt concerned as his smile fell, and he looked away again.

"There's…something I've been meaning to tell you…" Makoto said.

"What is it?" Kyoko asked, and Makoto was silent for a few moments before he looked back at her, his smile returning.

"I'm in love with you too!"

Kyoko felt herself freeze. She didn't know how to react. Her heart raced at a thousand miles an hour, and her face was a deep burning red. "Y-you are?" She squeaked.

"Yes." Makoto said, giggling. He seemed to mull something over for a moment before he leaned forward and kissed her. Kyoko's eyes went wide as the rest of the world seemed to fall away, leaving only the two of them. His lips were soft and warm, and unlike their previous kiss, this was more gentle, more loving. Kyoko felt her eyes close as she let herself melt into the kiss, but just like that, it was over, and Makoto pulled away, leaving Kyoko feeling disappointment. Well, until she saw his face again. A bright smile, a signature of the boy.

"So…what now?" Kyoko asked, and Makoto shrugged. Kyoko noticed his eyes flicker to her chest, and she felt her own eyes trail down to his pants, where a bulge was steadily beginning to grow once more. She felt herself getting hot again. "M-Makoto?" She asked.

"Yeah?"

"Can we…?"

"Do you want to?"

"Yes, I would very much like to."

"I…I probably won't really know what I'm doing."

"Me neither."

The two of them went silent for a few moments again before they looked at each other, and smiles slowly grew on their faces, until they both started to laugh. Their laughing fit lasted at least a full minute before they finally died down. They looked at each other in silence once more, and Kyoko saw his eyes go down to her chest again.

"Do you…want to unzip it?" Kyoko asked. Makoto hesitated for a moment before nodding. He crawled closer and reached out, grabbing the zipper. He took a deep breath before he pulled it down, all the way to the bottom, where the two sides separated as it was fully unzipped. Her breasts weren't fully revealed yet, but the inner sides were now in plain sight, and Kyoko felt her blush somehow seem to intensify. Makoto reached forward again, and grabbed the two sides of the top, and in one swift motion, Makoto pulled the top behind her, and her breasts finally came into full view. Makoto gasped as he took it in.

Her breasts were smooth and pale. They were nicely shaped, drooping very slightly as the pale pink nipples stood out, hardened by arousal. He stared at them as Kyoko took the top the rest of the way off, basically leaving her in just panties.

"C-can I…?" Makoto asked as he raised a hand, and Kyoko nodded. Makoto gulped as he reached out and placed his hand upon her breast. Kyoko flinched in surprise, and Makoto couldn't help but gasp as his hand sank a bit into the soft flesh. And he meant soft, they were much softer than he would've ever expected. He tentatively gave it a squeeze, making Kyoko shudder. For some reason, feeling her do that under his hand turned him on immensely. He could feel his dick straining against his pajamas, and he could also feel her eyes on it.

Makoto placed his other hand on her other breast, and squeezed them both. That was enough to make Kyoko moan, a tiny noise that made Makoto's heart hammer in his chest and his dick throb painfully.

"Makoto…" Kyoko said softly. Before he could answer, she grabbed at his pants and boxers and pulled them forward, allowing his dick to spring out at full mast. Now it was Makoto's turn to shudder as his dick was now fully revealed to Kyoko.

"Wow…" Kyoko said as she looked down at it. Without hesitating, she wrapped a gloved hand around it, and Makoto gasped. Just that tiny contact felt better than any climax he'd ever experienced in his life. "I…I did some research, so I know what to do…" Kyoko said, and she began to lift her hand up and down, up and down, stroking his dick. Makoto shuddered and shook, his moans filling the room as she jerked him off. Who knew that someone else's hand could make it feel so good?!

At this point, Makoto was barely able to focus enough to play with her chest anymore, so instead he pulled her close and kissed her once more. This time, she spared no time letting herself become taken in as she continued to jerk him off, moving faster now. Makoto felt it throbbing and pulsing under her hand, and all he could think about was what it would feel like without her wearing the glove, but he knew that was out of the question.

This was far more than enough.

She continued moving faster and faster as Makoto felt something press against his lips. After taking only a moment to consider it, he opened his lips to allow Kyoko's tongue to enter his mouth, where he pushed his own tongue against it. The two lapped against each other, tasting each other as Kyoko pumped faster and faster. Makoto felt himself slowly raising up as she jerked him, and he could feel pressure building inside himself. But he couldn't speak. He could only moan against her lips as he came, his sperm shooting out of his dick in the greatest climax he'd ever experienced. His cum landed on Kyoko's bare stomach and chest, and some even managed to get on her chin. His climax almost felt like it lasted forever, when in reality it only lasted a few seconds. When it was finally done, the two broke apart and sat there breathing heavily, staring at each other.

"Holy shit…" Makoto said, not usually being one to curse, but that had felt so good that he couldn't help himself. Kyoko laughed, surprised by the curse.

"Makoto?" She said, and Makoto raised an eyebrow. "I…I want to go all the way…" Kyoko said as she put a hand against her panties, which were slick with arousal. Makoto stiffened. Did she really want to…?

"W-wait, I don't have a condom!" He said. If they were really going to do this, he didn't want to risk getting her pregnant.

"Don't worry. I came prepared." She said, and reached into her panties, where she retrieved a condom, wrapped up and slightly coated in her juices.

"That's good, but…" Makoto looked down at his softening dick. Kyoko put her chin in her hand.

"I have an idea." She said, and she grabbed his hand, pulling him forward as she got off the bed. He gave her a look of confusion as he was left sitting on the edge of the bed while she was standing. Then she got on her knees, and by the time he finally realized what she was doing, she already had the head of his dick in her mouth.

"Ahhhhh, K-Kyoko~!" Makoto groaned. Her tongue was warm and rough against his head. She picked up whatever cum had been left on it, and she didn't waste time in taking more and more of his dick into her mouth. "Y-you weren't kidding about that—mmm!—research!" Makoto said. It was working; he could feel his dick beginning to harden again. He'd never done something like that before. Makoto looked down, and something about the sight of Kyoko looking up at him as she sucked on his dick made his dick straighten up almost to full mast. It was big enough now that Kyoko no longer had the whole thing in her mouth. She simply kept licking the head and part of the shaft until he was fully erect once again.

Kyoko stood up, and Makoto immediately missed the feeling of her lips on his dick. But that went away quickly as Kyoko gently pushed Makoto down onto the bed, and removed his pants and boxers completely, leaving him naked from the waist down. She stopped and looked down at him, and shook her head.

"Not good enough." She said, and grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and off his body before he could react. "Much better~" she said with a smile as she stared down at his now completely nude body. Despite everything they'd done already, Makoto couldn't help but feel embarrassed at the situation. Thankfully, Kyoko took his mind off of that as she sat down facing him, and started to remove her boots, then her panties. As she slid them down her legs, she spread them slightly, allowing him to sort of see. It wasn't until they were fully off that she spread her legs wide and he was able to see the entirety of her pussy. It seemed freshly shaved, her having likely done it for him, not that he was complaining. Along with that, the lips were coated with her juices. It only managed to turn him on more, and if wasn't at full arousal before, he was now.

Kyoko crawled over on top of him and grabbed the condom. It took a second due to the stickiness covering it, but she eventually got it open and after another few seconds, she managed to get it unrolled and put it over Makoto's dick. She got on top of him, and positioned herself so his dick was pressed against her pussy. He was a little disappointed he wouldn't get to feel it directly, but it was necessary.

"Are you ready?" She asked.

"Yeah, are you?" Makoto asked back, and she nodded. Kyoko looked down, took a deep breath, and lowered her body. As soon as his dick entered her, she cringed in pain. Makoto couldn't help but cringe sympathetically, but it was soon replaced with a gasp as she went down more. He thought her hand had felt good, and that her lips had felt better, but this…this was better than both combined, and more.

Her tight walls pressed against his head as he slid deeper and deeper inside her. She was breathing heavily, sweating dotting her forehead as she moved herself further and further down. Eventually, he felt the tight, warm embrace of the inside of her pussy against his shaft as well, and he felt like he could die on the spot and pass away happy.

Eventually, he was fully inside her, and she was resting on his waist. The sight of his dick inside her, her lips spread open wide to accommodate, it was something weirdly beautiful.

"Are…you okay?" Makoto said, and Kyoko nodded silently. She continued to stay still and breathe for a bit before she raised herself up and slammed her body back down on his. Both of them moaned loudly as the pleasure rushed through both of them.

"W-wow…" Kyoko muttered as she raised up and slammed down again, then again, then again. Every time she brought her body down, they both moaned, their voices joining together as they echoed through the room. The sound was something beautiful, and like music to Makoto's ears. The rest of the world fell away as Kyoko continued thrusting into him, slowly gaining speed as the pain gave way to only pure pleasure.

"M-Makoto~!" She moaned his name, which made him shudder intensely with happiness and arousal. He reached out and grabbed her hands, holding them tightly as she returned the favor. Both smiled at each other as they moaned.

Kyoko moved faster and faster and faster, until both were nearly yelling from pleasure, then, almost simultaneously, they came. Makoto's semen shot into the condom, swirling back around and causing it to leak out the sides onto his bedsheets. Kyoko's own juices sprayed out onto Makoto's body and the bed, mixing with his sperm. Both of them groaned as it flowed out of them until they were both completely empty. Once it was over, Kyoko lifted herself off of him and collapsed onto the bed next to him.

They both laid there trying to catch their breath as they stared up at the ceiling. They both turned to each other, and laughed. Without a word, they embraced once more in a kiss, but a short one this time.

"I wish I could stay…" Kyoko said, and Makoto didn't need to ask why she couldn't. If they got caught, which was likely, then who knows what kind of punishment they'd be given. "Hey, Makoto?"

"Yeah?"

"Does this mean we're…dating now?" She asked, and Makoto sat up. She did the same and they stared at each other.

"I mean…if…if you want to." Makoto said, rubbing his neck shyly.

"I would like that…" Kyoko said. The two of them smiled, and kissed once more. Just as the last, it only lasted a few seconds before Kyoko stood up and retrieved her clothes. She walked into the bathroom, and Makoto went wide-eyed as he watched her asscheeks bounce a bit while she walked.

"I want to touch that, too…" he mumbled. Kyoko re-emerged from the bathroom with the robe back on.

"Thank you, Makoto." She said.

"For what?" He asked, confused.

"For putting up with me, I guess." She said. She walked over to the door, opened it up a crack and stuck her head out to check if anyone was out roaming the halls. When she saw the coast was clear, she turned and waved him goodbye before she left, and gently closed the door behind her. Makoto stared at the door for a few seconds after she left before exhaling deeply. He looked at the bed, where their cum had landed, and sighed.

After Makoto had gotten everything cleaned up and he'd gotten back into his pajamas, he hopped back into bed, and pulled the covers over himself. He stared up at the ceiling for a bit before smiling. He closed his eyes, and as he thought about Kyoko, he drifted off into a peaceful sleep.