Kurumu strolled along the sidewalk, holding the hand of a young boy. A light breeze caressed her dyed black tresses which fell halfway down her back. The fabric of her caramel, short sleeved dress stretched to accommodate her ample bosom supported by a black strapless bra. The ruffled skirt fluttered about her calves with her every step.
She squeezed the young boy's hand. His name was Yuto and he was eight years old. He had short, dark hair and soft brown eyes. The straps of his black backpack were tightened about his arms. A dark navy jacket with black buttons was worn over his white dress shirt. Matching dark navy slacks graced his thin legs. His shiny black shoes clipped loudly upon the concrete.
There were other kids on the sidewalk. Different ages. Some with their mothers. A few cars eased down the drive. The sounds of the bustle of the suburban life near the Tokyo metropolitan area filled the air. It was a Monday morning in June. She was on the way to his school.
The thought of the school made her realize they were close. She could see the three story building down the street. Mothers were saying farewells at the open school gate.
"Almost there."
Her son grumbled as they drew closer with each step.
"I don't want to go to school."
"You would be bored staying at home."
"The other kids pick on me because I'm adopted."
Kurumu smiled at the familiar complaint. They walked steadily with the school becoming larger. A tall fence enclosed the school grounds.
"You can't change that, Yuto. People will always find faults in others to feel better about themselves. You can only focus on the things you can do."
"I'd rather be at home playing video games."
Kurumu laughed softly, glancing at a black sedan as it passed by.
"What matters is that you are loved by your dad and me."
"Dad only cares about his job."
Kurumu let go of Yuto's hand, reaching up to tousle his hair.
"That's not true. He always says good things when you do well at school."
It was not much longer before they were at the school gate. Kurumu stopped and turned to face her boy. She hunkered down to his eye level and smiled.
"You're very special to me, Yuto. Never forget that."
"That doesn't make me feel any better."
Kurumu stood back up, tousling his hair again.
"It won't be long before summer break. You'll get to see big sis Hatsue again."
Yuto groaned, reaching up to swat her hand away.
"I don't want to see her."
"But she loves seeing you."
"Yukimura is cold and miserable. I'd rather go to the beach like normal kids do."
Kurumu sympathized with his complaints. But now that Mizore was the snow priestess, she could never leave the village.
"We can see what your dad wants to do over the summer."
"Probably just work."
Kurumu grabbed her son by his shoulders, pulling him against her bosom.
"Your dad works hard for us, Yuto. It's what he is good at."
Yuto sighed, timidly returning her embrace.
"I know. Can you go now?"
Kurumu laughed, releasing the boy and stepping back. She smiled, cocking her head.
"You don't want me to walk you to the door?"
"No. Only little kids are walked to the door."
Yuto stalked away from her. When he reached the door, an adult held it open for him. He did not look back, disappearing inside the building. Kurumu mildly wondered if she had been like that at his age.
Kurumu turned about and started off on the twenty minute walk she had done hundreds of times. She barely registered her surroundings. Before she knew it, she was at the front gate of their home.
Their white, two story home was similar to all the other homes in the neighborhood. She opened up the front gate, strolling across the short walk to their porch. She stopped shy of the door, leaning down to rummage in a flower pot to retrieve the key she always left here in the morning. With the key in hand, she unlocked the door, tugging it open and stepping inside the small genkan space of her home.
Closing the door and locking up, she slipped out of her black flats. She passed by the opening to their front room, continuing down the hall. She ducked through an opening on her right, crossing through the dining area to reach the kitchen. She set the key on the counter, moving to the sink where the breakfast dishes waited for her. Turning on the faucet, she grabbed a sponge and started cleaning the dishes.
This had been her life since Yuto had started school. She would tidy up the house which would only keep her busy two hours at best. She was never hungry enough to bother with lunch so she spent most of her free time on the couch, watching television until it was time to fetch Yuto from school. In another year or so, he probably would be old enough to not want her company. She sighed, not needing more free time.
Once Yuto was home she would start making dinner. Nijiro would usually arrive not long after she was finished though there were days where he would get caught up in work. After the meal he would spend the rest of his evening relaxing while Kurumu helped Yuto with any homework he had. Around nine they would turn in for the night and repeat everything the next day.
Kurumu was as eager for the weekends as her son. Since Nijiro worked Saturdays, she would do all of her week's shopping that day with Yuto in tow. Once that was done, Yuto would spend his day playing video games while Kurumu was on the phone with her high school friends whom did not live in communities beyond the reach of human services. These friends living in the human world were too busy with their jobs and families to chat on these boring weekdays.
Finished with her task, Kurumu closed up the dishwasher and started the machine. She sauntered out of the kitchen, heading for the front room. Sitting down on the couch, she grabbed the remote and turned on the television. Life was astonishingly boring.
Nijiro discouraged her from getting too involved with the local community. She was gorgeous and often caught the attention of men even when she was doing mundane things like walking Yuto to school or shopping for groceries. If she tried to make friends with other housewives, it would end poorly when their husbands took interest in her. So she stayed indoors.
Nijiro did have Sundays off but preferred spending that day recovering from work. They only went out as a family once a month. It often made her feel lonely but she knew that his job was important to him. It was the easiest way for him to express his love.
The sound of a doorbell startled her out of her reverie. She pushed the button on the remote, silencing the television. Her heart fluttered as she pushed up onto her feet, prancing out of the room. Suddenly she remembered that she was expecting a guest. She stepped down into the genkan, moving to the door. She unlocked the door and pushed it out to greet her guest.
"Afternoon, Ma'am."
Her heart fluttered again at the sight of the man on her porch. He had short, dark hair and warm, brown eyes. His face was familiar but she had never seen him before last weekend. He had on a white dress shirt. A black belt was fished through the loops of his gray slacks. He laughed nervously.
"I don't quite know why I'm here."
Kurumu laughed, meeting his gaze. She beckoned for him to enter.
"I don't mind the company. Please come inside."
He nodded in a slight stupor caused by her charm. He slipped by her, causing her body to tremble with anticipation. She could feel her loins moisten from being in the presence of a compatible mate. She had known it instantly when their paths had crossed and had impulsively given him a subliminal command to seek her out today.
"Do I know you?"
Kurumu closed up the door, locking it before turning a smile upon the confused man.
"No. Take your shoes off."
Once again he nodded dumbly, complying with her instruction. She drifted by him, stepping up on the tatami flooring of the hallway. Her breasts ached in the confines of her bra. Once his shoes were off, she held her hand out.
"Follow me."
A moment of clarity flickered in his eyes.
"I shouldn't stay long. My lunch break is probably already over."
"This won't take long. Trust me."
Kurumu shivered from his genuine lust for her in that moment before he took her hand. He wanted her but was struggling with the appropriateness of the situation.
"We shouldn't."
Squeezing his hand firmly, she started down the hall. He quickly found his footing, following her dutifully to the flight of stairs at the end of the hall. They ascended the steps and Kurumu reveled in the wanton thoughts the man was lavishing upon her. Her panties were soaked by the time she reached the second floor. She passed by the bathroom and the door to her son's room.
"We really shouldn't."
Kurumu stopped at the open door of her bedroom. She let go of his hand, gesturing inside.
"Get on the bed."
"Ma'am. I'm married."
Kurumu stepped up against him, wrapping her arms about his torso. She lifted up on her toes, pressing her aching breasts against his chest as she kissed his startled lips. He gave in to her temptation, parting his lips so her tongue could invade.
She held him firmly, kissing him passionately for a long time. She felt his body relax as he succumbed to her opiate. Lowering back on her feet, she let her hands drift down to his waist. He wobbled slightly, gripping her shoulders for support as she loosened his belt.
"You have something I need."
He mumbled incoherently as she freed the belt. She unbuttoned his slacks and drew down the zipper. Grabbing the side of his pants, she tugged them down to expose his white and blue striped boxers. A bulge was pulsing beneath the fabric with anticipation.
Kurumu lowered down out of his grasp to tug his pants down to his ankles. This would all work out. She had called Nijiro's sister after bumping into this guy. Manami was open to the idea of carrying a child if Kurumu ever did find a compatible mate. As Kurumu tugged his boxers down to expose his manhood, she pushed away these thoughts.
"Wait. We shouldn't."
Kurumu stood back up with his hands touching her shoulders. It felt like fire. She reached up to caress his cheek as his eyes were filled with conflicting emotions.
"Just lie on the bed and let me take care of everything."
His eyes glazed over. He shuffled his feet out of his pants and boxers. Letting go of her shoulders, he staggered into the bedroom with only his shirt and socks. Kurumu followed him into the room as he settled down upon the white sheets drawn over the bed that she shared every night with Nijiro.
Kurumu grabbed the collar of her dress, pulling it up over her head. She fished her arms through the short sleeves, continuing to yank the garment up to bare her body to her charmed guest. She finally freed herself, pitching the dress on the floor. She stood before him in only her black lingerie.
"So beautiful."
Slipping out of her strapless bra, Kurumu grinned at his breathy compliment. Grabbing the hem of her panties, she tugged them down and lifted her feet up one at a time to step out of them. She could feel how wet she was as her body burned with the desire to copulate. Dropping the panties on the floor next to the bra, she pranced over to the foot of the bed.
Kurumu shuddered in anticipation upon seeing the thick member that would give her another child. She clambered up onto the bed, noting he had rested his head upon their pillows. She smiled, crawling over his body with a knee on either side of him.
"It's too bad that I can't keep you. But that just wouldn't be fair to anyone."
His eyes met hers as she placed a hand on each of his shoulders.
"My wife."
She managed a smile, moving a hand to caress his cheek. Sitting back on his navel, she felt his erection against her butt.
"It's okay. She'll never know and you won't remember this. Now make a baby with me."
Withdrawing her hand from his cheek, she lifted up and reached down for him. He made a slight gasp as her hand enclosed about his throbbing rod. She wiggled and guided the tip to the proper spot.
"Let me worry about how to make this all work."
Just as he was about to penetrate her, Kurumu shivered from a sudden chill. Her body felt flush as her eyes fluttered open. Her mind tumbled as the sensual dream vanished instantly, leaving her body aching in the sudden darkness. She was lying on her side on her mattress with the hem of her blanket between her thighs. She was grinding ineffectively against the wadded up fabric with her ass bared.
Kurumu whimpered in disappointment, trying to grab hold of her erotic fantasy. Her insides throbbed in sync with her erratic heartbeat, feeling both on the edge of ecstasy and depressingly hollow. Trying to recall the sensation of being stuffed only made the absence more glaring. Having lost the immersion, her body was quickly abandoning its heightened state of arousal.
Refusing to let it end like that, Kurumu thrust her hand between her thighs. She gasped upon touching her swollen and moist sex. She rolled onto her stomach, burying her face in her pillow. She wiggled her wrist frantically, bringing her body back to its peak and pushing over.
She let out a high pitched whine as her loins shuddered in orgasm. A gush of hot fluids drenched her hand as the air became thicker with a musky scent. Her body tensed up as ripples of pleasure assaulted her core. She kept her hand pressed to her wet groin, riding out the reward of her debauchery.
As her body started to relax, Kurumu resumed her wrist movements. She whimpered and panted as her fingers toyed with a sensitive bump that was still throbbing. The muscle spasms of joy dissipated as her body tightened back up in anticipation. She knew she could do it again and persevered.
Kurumu let herself go limp when the new shockwave of bliss flooded her senses. She turned her head on her pillow to rasp out her breaths as her eyes closed. She welcomed the comfort of oblivion.
"Ms. Kurono."
Kurumu groaned when a small hand shook her left shoulder. She lifted her head up, blinking with eyes that felt caked over. Her right hand was still in the warmth of her moist crotch. She grumbled something incoherently as fingers drew the strap of her powder blue chemise back to her shoulder.
"Your alarm went off. You were going to make breakfast for Ms. Shuzen."
Placing her left hand on the mattress, Kurumu pushed herself up. She freed her sticky hand from her thighs as she scooted forward into a kneeling position. Her chemise drifted down to her waist as she regarded the young girl. As her vision became clear, she noticed Chouda's smile. The girl was wearing a pink silk shirt and matching shorts with frills along the hems.
"Good morning."
Kurumu grumbled, dragging her sticky hand up to caress her aching breasts. Her nipples were erect, pushing out the fabric of her chemise.
"Had a crazy dream."
"A naughty dream. Your room reeks of sex."
Kurumu was too tired to fully appreciate that comment. Apparently Chouda was not ignorant about this sort of activity.
"What time is it?"
Chouda turned, gesturing at her phone which rested on her desk beneath the glow of her lamp.
"It was almost six when I turned off your alarm. What time was it set for?"
Kurumu scooted over to the side of the bed. She placed one foot on the floor, turning her butt towards the sylph as she eased her other leg off the bed. She felt so weak and spent, needing to keep her hands on the mattress.
"I feel so exhausted."
Hands touched her back and side as Chouda helped steady her.
"And you smell naughty. It's even worse than the time you slept with me."
"I didn't masturbate in your bed, right?"
Chouda giggled, nudging her. Kurumu complied, taking a staggering step towards the foot of her bed.
"No. But I had to wash my sheets afterwards. Your scent made me too aroused to sleep the next night."
Kurumu chuckled softly as she stumbled around the corner of her bed. She reached out to the knob of her bathroom door with her sticky hand.
"Didn't think you masturbated."
"Very rarely. You should wash up."
Kurumu grumbled an acknowledgment, tugging the door open after the girl abandoned her side. She leaned on the door for support as Chouda walked back to the magical opening to her room.
"Hey, Sumire. Thanks for waking me."
The sylph paused before the opening, favoring Kurumu a smile.
"Of course, Kurumu."
After sharing a brief moment, they both went on to start their days.
Kurumu shivered when Mizore latched onto her. They were seated by the table in the middle of the drama club storage room with the rest of the PSC members. As it was exams, everyone was garbed in standard school attire. Kurumu had on a beige, sleeveless sweater vest instead of the school jacket and Mizore never wore her school jacket, making the chill from Mizore's body more pronounced.
"The two of you look like lovers."
Kurumu pouted at Satsuki whom sat on the other side of Tora. The grinning nekomusume held a can of tea against her bosom while Nerume leaned against her shoulder. The kirin had a content, sleepy look in her eyes, having stuffed herself silly with the generous portions of the PSC prepared lunches.
"She's been like this since yesterday."
Mizore made a slight sound of protest as she rubbed the side of her head against Kurumu's shoulder.
"We didn't sleep together."
Kurumu was thankful for that. She would have to wash her sheets tonight.
"I'm just hoping that this is a phase."
Tsukune chuckled, sitting on the other side of Umizake.
"Kurumu seems to always have a girl clinging to her."
"Are you feeling jealous?"
Umizake shrugged at Satsuki's playful jab.
"Not in particular."
Tora shivered from her spot beside Kurumu. Her raven hair was held up in the usual braid above her ears. She flashed Kurumu a smile before turning her jade eyes upon the snow girl's behavior.
"Perhaps this is a hormonal imbalance. How far along is she?"
Kurumu grinned broadly, rubbing Mizore's back with her left hand.
"Almost eighteen weeks."
Tora nodded thoughtfully being among those aware of the true cause of Mizore's pregnancy.
"I recall that being roughly the time you spent inside your birth mother."
Kumiko let out an abrupt laugh. The jorougumo was sitting between Tokori and Koike. Tokori was leaning back on her palms with her legs crossed while wearing a pair of tan slacks. The local girl's black hair had enough white splotches that it was questionable which color was the predominant one.
"That's a short pregnancy. Eighteen weeks is barely halfway for most expectant mothers."
Umizake nodded, scooting closer to run his fingers through Mizore's purple locks. The girl sighed softly.
"This one should not go beyond thirty weeks. Late May early June is what we are anticipating."
Tokori made a thoughtful sound as Kumiko sighed.
"That must be nice. My sister hates being pregnant, hoping that her baby comes earlier than July."
Kurumu smiled softly, glancing at the young man with short, tawny locks sitting beside Kumiko. Koike Kousuke was an inugami from the Aserutani community. The left sleeve of his open school jacket was pinned to his shoulder, having lost his arm in the Okinawa incident. He was a second year whom had been in Ginei's first year homeroom.
The broad guy with his black locks braided whom was sitting next to Koike was Sabaku Akira. Sabaku was the new PSC leader and wielded holy powers that drained fighting spirit, allowing him to control most situations he faced. The second year was from Australia and had a serious disposition most of the time.
The last PSC member at the table was Kitajima Danuja, sitting on the other side of Sabaku near Nerume. Kitajima had also been in Ginei's first year homeroom and had accompanied them to Okinawa to check on Otonashi San. He was primarily a member of the kendo club and was lethal with his blade. Kurumu could not recall what kind of monster he was, but his head could come off naturally. His dark locks were pulled back in a sharp widow's peak, making him look much older than a high school student.
"How is your sister doing?"
Kumiko glanced at Sabaku.
"Grouchy and irritable."
"Do you visit her often?"
"Not as much as I used to. She got real snippy with me the weekend after Valentine's Day. I avoided her the next week which forced her to get her fat ass out of bed and get her meals from the dining hall."
"I've never seen Lady Hineri in the dining hall."
"Because she goes when we are at school. She stuffs herself silly to avoid needing a second meal. I still go see her on the weekends but she doesn't care if I'm there."
"I'm sure that she does."
Kumiko rolled her eyes at Kurumu.
"She'd rather have that loser of a man over than my company."
Kurumu laughed softly, knowing the target of Kumiko's ire.
"Does Tashikana visit her often?"
"Why would I know that?"
Kurumu pouted at the gruff dismissal.
"Because he plans to marry your sister. I heard about him living with Mr. Maruyama."
Koike perked up with a fanged grin.
"So the Voice of Yokai Academy has already found a place to live after graduation?"
"Mrs. Senda told me about it. He's working at the Spinning Discs."
"Must we talk about that playboy?"
"Will Lady Hineri graduate without taking her final exams?"
Kumiko sighed dramatically at Sabaku's query.
"Ms. Yaisoku will be administering them to her over the weekend."
"Is she coming to the school?"
The look Kumiko gave Kurumu made her feel like she should let Sabaku ask the questions.
"She'll be in the disciplinary room. She'll take three exams on Saturday and two exams on Sunday. Her elective doesn't have an exam and Ms. Yaisoku will pencil something in for her gym exam."
"It's not like there is much to that exam. I watched Umizake take it yesterday."
"What is the gym exam like?"
Kurumu smirked at Nerume whom had lifted her head off Satsuki's shoulder.
"They will have stations for us and we will clean out our lockers."
"Are we getting our tits measured again?"
Koike snickered at Satsuki's query.
"No. They only do that in the fall."
"It's just another skill test like every other gym exam we've done. Most girls were finished with it within an hour. Yukari's computer exam was longer."
Nerume sighed after Kurumu's explanation.
"Only the English exam left."
Satsuki nodded. She gestured across the table with her can.
"Surprised you've stuck around, Meirowasa."
"I have no reason to hurry home."
"What about your little brother?"
Tokori smirked at Kurumu.
"My mom works at the school now. He's been staying with a friend."
"Is the health and wellness class having an exam?"
Tokori nodded at Satsuki.
"Mhm. She spent the morning grading the sixth period exams and will administer the seventh period exam after lunch today. We'll walk home together. Hopefully she'll be done grading the seventh period exams before I'm finished with my exams tomorrow."
Satsuki nodded, taking a drink from her can. The nekomusume sighed after swallowing.
"The only drawback of getting lunch so quickly is how much time we still have before the next exam."
Kurumu giggled as several other echoed their agreement with that sentiment. She rubbed her hand up and down Mizore's side as he regarded the older guys across from her.
"Are the two of you done with exams for the day?"
"Unfortunately Mr. Kitajima and I have an exam in our business finance class."
"Which is easy. Trust me."
Sabaku smirked at Koike.
"Are you heading home after this?"
"I have no real reason to stick around."
Kurumu grinned as a thought crossed her mind.
"Did you ever get in contact with those local boys, Tokori?"
Tokori shrugged nonchalantly.
"Zuiichi is enrolling but made no promises to join the PSC. I asked him last weekend about Takagi but he said he's been too busy to find out what that guy is up to."
Kurumu mulled that over for a moment.
"Unsei's younger brother should be attending Yokai Academy next year. He's technically a local."
Sabaku chuckled heartily.
"I think we should put off worrying about club recruitment until next year. It's not like we are in any danger of being disbanded. We just lack the numbers to do our duty effectively."
"What exactly is that duty?"
"The club description is broad, Mr. Aono. We are supposed to uphold order. Break up fights. Provide security. Enforce school rules."
"Sounds like Kurono would be frequently in our sights."
Kurumu pouted at Satsuki's wry grin.
"I'm a good student."
Koike snickered, gesturing at Tsukune.
"Your mother works in the cafeteria. Are they serving us these lunches tomorrow?"
"No. Since most students only have the English exam and the gym exam is known to be short, they won't be opening the cafeteria tomorrow."
Kurumu smirked at Koike's disappointment, knowing he and Tokori had the gym exam tomorrow.
"So what does everyone have planned for their long weekend?"
"I tried to get extra hours at work but they didn't need me on Friday."
Satsuki nodded at Tokori's answer, setting aside her can.
"I did the same. Mr. Okada said he would let me work if I showed up before two. I should be able to get there before noon."
"What about lunch?"
Satsuki smirked at Nerume.
"I can eat at work."
Kurumu giggled, thinking about the maid café.
"Is Hatoko working some hours on Friday?"
"She might. Depends on how much time she needs to open up her bank account."
Kurumu gasped in sudden recollection.
"That's right! I promised to go with her to the bank."
Tora sighed dramatically to cease the mirth of the others.
"I believe you know my weekend plans. We have Mr. Noboru's birthday to celebrate on Sunday and you should be aware of what the newspaper club is doing Saturday afternoon."
Kurumu smiled softly, thankful for the redirection.
"Are you done with your article?"
"Yes. Are you finished with your first draft, Tsukune?"
"I should be done with any changes Ginei wants before dinner."
Kurumu smirked at Tsukune.
"What other plans do you have for your weekend?"
"I'm going to spend it with the guys."
"You mean playing video games."
Tsukune smirked with a shrug.
"I'll do other things if they want to."
Kurumu shook her head in mild disappointment.
"We talked about you last night. We were wondering what your spring break plans are."
"Don't really have any. But it makes sense to stay here with my mom."
"We're doing that Disney trip the day after your mom's birthday. Assuming Moka's father agrees to that."
Before Tsukune could respond, Sabaku let out a loud groan as he got to his feet.
"I believe that it is time to adjourn this lunch meeting. Everybody get out so I can lock this room up."
Kurumu giggled as everyone started getting up. She patted Mizore's side.
"I might need some help with this girl."
Umizake chuckled as he stood up. He leaned over, offering a hand.
"Come with me, Mizore."
Mizore lifted her head from Kurumu's side, peering up at him.
"You can throw away the garbage."
Tsukune laughed, bending over to move empty boxes onto his tray.
"Don't worry. I can do that."
Mizore whimpered, relaxing her grip on Kurumu's torso.
"Can't we stay a little longer?"
Koike chuckled heartily, touching Tokori's shoulder as he gestured to the door.
"You can take your affection for Ms. Kurono out of this room."
"Yes. Even though it is early, I would like to get my things and head to my next exam room."
Mizore sighed at Sabaku's firm statement. Letting go of Kurumu, she reached for Umizake's hand. He hauled her up onto her feet.
"Do you mind throwing our trash out?"
Kitajima grunted at Satsuki's request, transferring their empty cartons onto his tray just like Tsukune was doing. As the two young man gathered up the trash, Kurumu finally got to her feet.
"Shirayuki is looking pregnant these days."
Kurumu giggled at Satsuki's remark, following the nekomusume and kirin to the door.
"She certainly does."
Satsuki smiled wistfully, opening the door for them. The girl's free hand touched her navel.
"I wonder what it's like being that far along."
Kurumu recalled Satsuki's trauma as she shuffled out into the passage. With her family situation already ruined, Satsuki had miscarried her brother's baby. Kurumu lingered by the door to the girls' locker room as the others exited the room.
"Should we clean out our lockers now?"
Kurumu shrugged at Tora's question. She opened the locker room door.
"If the gym teachers are here, we probably can."
"Well go inside. There isn't enough room in this hall for all of us."
Kurumu laughed at Kumiko's prompting. She followed Nerume into the locker room.
"Good luck on your business exam."
Hearing Sabaku's grunt of acknowledgment from within the storage room, she retreated further into the locker room. Kurumu made her way to the last bay, drifting over to her locker. Grabbing her padlock, she spun the dial to the numbers to release the latch.
It only took a few seconds to remove the padlock. She opened her locker up, regarding her belongings. She still had her white bikini with the black hem on top. Laughing softly, she grabbed the swimsuit first. Her textured gray sports bra, white gym shirt and red spandex shorts came out next. Last was her old tennis shoes. Turning about, she set her things on the bench.
"The gym teachers are in the office. They will take our padlocks."
Kurumu nodded at Tora's declaration. She grabbed the hem of her sweater vest, dragging it up over her head. She dropped it on the bench before tugging her blouse free of her skirt. Starting from the top, she unbuttoned her blouse.
One of the stations was a hundred meter sprint. While she could try that with her lacy, pine green bra with the paisley pattern, she may as well change into the sports bra since she had it out. With the last button undone, she slipped her arms out of the long sleeves of her blouse. She deftly folded the blouse up, placing it on top of the sweater vest.
Straightening back up, Kurumu felt for the front hooks in the band between the cups. She worked each hook out, causing the stretch of the band to go lax. She slipped out of the straps of her bra like a jacket as her breasts came free of the lace. Her fat pink nipples quickly hardened in the air for no apparent reason. As she set her bra aside, she wondered if her body was still aroused from this morning.
Fetching her textured gray sports bra, Kurumu slung it over her head. She had mixed emotions about that naughty dream. A part of her wanted to rationalize it as a product of Nijiro's neglect. If he had been smothering her with love, her mind would never find pleasure in a fantasy about cheating on him. But she still felt guilty about the dream as she adjusted her breasts until they fit snug inside the sports bra.
Sighing, she picked up her gym shirt. It only took seconds to pull it on, smoothing it down to the hem of her skirt. Her fingers quickly found the fasteners, loosening the band of her skirt. She wiggled the thick fabric down her hips until it could fall under its own weight to her ankles. Bending down, she stepped out of her slippers and her skirt. She picked the skirt and slippers up, setting them on the bench.
While still bent over, she snatched up the spandex shorts. She stepped into them, straightening up as she pulled the stretchy fabric up over her mint green boyshorts with the white clover pattern. Kurumu made certain that the red spandex covered the top lace hem. Unfortunately these boyshorts were longer than the gym shorts so she had to tuck the short legs of these panties up in the sides.
Bending over to do that, Kurumu toyed with the idea of not wearing panties. Normally that was not an option but it was not like she would wear these shorts tomorrow. Decisively she tugged the gym shorts back off, dragging her lingerie down with them. She stepped out of both, putting the lacy boyshorts on the bench before tugging the spandex shorts back up over her curls.
As she smoothed out the fabric, Kurumu wondered if Kokoa's mature body had the issue of her spandex shorts showing way too much of her womanhood. She had not noticed a dimple but it was not like she had been looking for it. Confident that she had no such problem, she grabbed her tennis shoes and dropped them by her feet. While bent over she stepped into each one, tying the laces firmly.
As she rearranged the pile of her things to have her slippers on the bottom, she wondered if she should put them back into her locker. It was probably not a good idea to walk around school with her lingerie out. She should have brought her schoolbag down like she had yesterday. Feeling silly for not taking Mrs. Sunao's advice seriously, she grabbed up her things and walked out of the bay.
It was a short walk down the aisle before she turned left through the opening into the wet area. On her left along the wall was a long counter with sinks. A row of toilet stalls were lined up on the wall opposing the sinks. The showers on her right were divided by tiled walls that did not go all the way to the ceiling. None of these stalls had doors or curtains for privacy so most girls avoided using them.
The two openings for the wet area were perfectly in line to make a short passage. Both openings had raised lips to keep water from migrating to the adjacent spaces. Kurumu stepped over the second lip into the weight room beyond. She paid no attention to the equipment scattered about the room, turning right and heading for the open door to the gym teachers' office.
Kurumu stopped in the opening, noting that Satsuki was standing by Coach Kibashiro's station. Nerume and Kumiko lingered beside Satsuki, waiting for their turns while holding their padlocks. The track coach had on a white gym shirt and red spandex shorts just like the three high school girls. She was jotting in a notebook with Satsuki's padlock in her other hand.
Five half height partitions divided this far wall into six cubicles. Coach Hoshineru's was the first station across from the door. The blond volleyball coach was wearing a white shirt and black track pants with the white stripe down the legs. The next station belonged to the track coach with Ms. Takaku after that.
"You're carrying your clothes?"
"Well I don't want to leave them in an unsecured locker."
Kumiko smirked at Kurumu.
"Well I'm not silly enough to carry my clothes around."
Coach Kibashiro pitched the padlock into a box near her chair.
"You girls should have enough time to fetch your schoolbags. Ms. Genzouyaki."
Nerume smiled nervously, stepping forward to present her lock to the track coach.
"Is that it?"
Coach Kibashiro nodded at Satsuki, taking the padlock from Nerume.
"For now. We'll give you the sheets for your stations when we meet outside."
"Don't leave anything in your lockers. We will be cleaning them out over the weekend and I wouldn't want my unmentionables ending up in the lost and found."
Kurumu smirked at the volleyball coach as Satsuki strolled by.
"I'm going to get our schoolbags."
"Could you get mine too?"
Satsuki sounded an affirmative, disappearing through the opening for the wet area.
"Looks like you are getting a head start on your work."
Coach Kibashiro chuckled at the fencing instructor's remark. She pitched the padlock into the bin.
"Not that this part takes much time. You're next, Ms. Hineri."
Kurumu smiled at Nerume as the kirin wandered over to her. The girl matched her smile.
"I'll go get my clothes."
Kurumu nodded as Nerume pranced away. Seconds after the kirin ducked out of sight, Tora came into the weight room. The sphinx managed a smile, holding her padlock as she came over to join Kurumu.
"Where did Ms. Unari go?"
"She ran off to fetch our schoolbags."
"That's a good idea."
"Come here, Ms. Nazohashi. Let me confirm your padlock works and check you off this list."
Tora acquiesced to Coach Hoshineru's instruction. Kurumu sighed, watching the two teachers work while holding her things in her arms. It was only a few seconds longer before the track coach tossed Kumiko's padlock into the box by her feet.
"Okay, Kurono. Your turn."
Kurumu sounded an affirmative, nodding at Kumiko as she passed. She stopped in front of the track coach, shifting her things about in her arms to get her padlock which was by her slippers. Seizing the device, she held it out to Coach Kibashiro. The woman chuckled, taking it from her.
"You could have got your schoolbag first."
"I don't mind holding my stuff."
The okami smirked, jotting in the notebook. She set her mechanical pencil aside, closing the padlock to test the combination as Tora wandered off.
"Suit yourself. You do realize you still have a little more than an hour before this exam starts."
"It's not like we have anything better to do."
"It's too bad that we can't start early. I understand why they think we need a two hour lunch with a third of the students guaranteed to have a gym exam and half of the students in their electives. But only the computer and business programs do exams so it's not as bad as they think."
The teacher accentuated her point by lobbing the padlock into the bin. She picked up her notebook and made a checkmark by Kurumu's name.
"Meet us out on the track field in an hour."
Holding her things to her bosom, Kurumu turned about and walked away. She passed through the open door, strolling through the weight room. She turned left, stepping over the lip and making her way to the other side of the wet area.
In moments she was back in the main locker room, heading towards the door to the auditorium. She stopped upon noticing Nerume with Mizore. The snow girl was changing into her gym clothes and the kirin was holding her belongings.
"Hey, Mizore. Did Tora offer to get your schoolbag?"
Mizore nodded, pulling her gym shirt over a black sports bra which she normally wore under her school blouse. Kurumu smiled, resuming her walk to the main door.
"I'm going to wait out on the stage."
Kurumu stopped at the door, freeing a hand to open the portal. She slipped out, closing the door behind her. Clutching her things to her bosom, she pranced up the steps for the stage. She noticed most of Asuka's lunch group sitting on the edge of the stage with their backs to her. Michiko was the only one missing since she had home economics as her seventh period elective.
"Kurumu."
Tsukune's hushed call caused shivers to course down her spine. The young man was sitting with his back to the wall near the center of the stage. He beckoned to her with a broad grin.
Kurumu hesitated for a moment before pushing that uneasiness aside. She sashayed over to him, feeling his appreciation for her curves as she neared.
"Why didn't you go change into gym clothes?"
He chuckled at her whispered query.
"It's still too early for that."
Knowing he was right, she knelt beside him. She placed her pile of clothes on the floor, scooting closer to him before turning about. She stretched her legs out as she sat down, pressing her back to the wall. She let out a breath, resting her hands in her lap.
"Well I already turned in my padlock. Satsuki is coming back with my schoolbag for my things."
Tsukune sounded an affirmative. And then Kurumu shivered from a sudden surge of lust. He was thinking about having sex with her for some reason. It filled her core rapidly, making her body yearn for his touch. It was not the primal urge to mate like it had been long ago. But there was a comfort in his desire for her body. It was familiar and welcome.
Thoughts of her recent dream resurfaced. The young man had not been distinct but his familiarity was due to Tsukune. Her body's reaction to that young man had been how things had been between her and Tsukune months ago. And the actor of her dream had been a married man.
Unwilling to look at him while he continued to enjoy her presence, Kurumu glanced at her pile of things. She blushed upon realizing that her boyshorts had ended up on top. As thick headed as Tsukune could be, he probably knew that a girl would not have a second set of panties in her gym locker. She reached over and adjusted her blouse, hiding the lingerie from his sight.
Her simple gesture diminished his interest. He laughed nervously, realizing that he had been caught.
"Sorry. These new senses can sometimes get the better of me."
Kurumu laughed softly, feeling flush.
"I don't know what you mean."
"Vampire, Kurumu. You smell… well you've done something recently. How are things between you and Mr. Amesuki? I know that you were hoping to spend your spring break with him."
Kurumu managed a smile, looking down at her hands.
"I talked with Ms. Shuzen this morning. She actually made a reservation at the hotel in Aranami for me."
"A hotel?"
"His parents don't want me sleeping in their house. Your mother wasn't that thrilled about having me and Mizore over during the summer break."
"Good point. I can understand their reluctance."
"I'll be leaving campus with Nijiro on the bus for his village. My hotel stay will last until the morning of April third. I'll be back in Mononoke for your mother's birthday if you have something planned for it."
Tsukune smiled, shaking his head.
"I don't have any money to be doing anything special for her."
Kurumu breathed in deep, daring to look at him. Even though her body no longer felt the insatiable urge to be pressed up against his, her heart still longed for the idea of being in love with him.
"Why don't you just challenge Moka for her hand?"
He laughed loudly, catching the attention of the girls on the stage.
"Why bring that up now?"
Kurumu forced a smile.
"I don't see why you feel the need to stall unless you don't really want to be with her."
Tsukune sighed, patting his legs.
"This has been explained to you. We have plenty of time to make that kind of decision."
"I thought I had plenty of time with my mother."
He flinched at her soft and quick response.
"That's different, Kurumu. We can't be making decisions on the basis of there not being a tomorrow."
Kurumu sucked in a deep breath, conceding that point.
"I know that your mother thinks that the two of you need to fully know yourselves or some other stupid nonsense. But if you give Moka too much space, she will conclude that you don't want her."
"Moka and I are Shinso vampires. It's crazy to recognize this, but we both have centuries ahead of us. There really is no good reason to be pushing her into a relationship while we're both in high school."
Kurumu shook her head, thinking about all of the third years she had spoken to over the last few weeks.
"What do you think graduation will do? Over half of our seniors are just going back home to live with their parents because nobody actually has money to live on their own."
"I don't think it's that many."
"It's true, Tsukune. Less than half of them took the college entrance exams and many of them didn't get into a college. Sure there are some that will go work for Fairy Tale right away if they can but not a single one of them has said they were going to live on their own. It's not possible."
"I'm going to trust my mother's advice."
"Your mother is an idealist. There are probably people her age that don't know whom they are. It's the choice to love someone unconditionally that matters."
"Are you cheating on your boyfriend?"
Tsukune laughed as Kurumu pouted at Asuka's teasing. She noticed that Kiki and Taijin were walking off with trays filled with too many containers to just be theirs. Suzume and Hatoko had followed Asuka over.
"No. She's lecturing me over my hesitation to ask Ms. Akashiya out."
Asuka drawled out a dubious sound as she came to a stop by their feet.
"Be careful, Mr. Aono. She still has the hots for you."
Kurumu blushed as he laughed, shaking his head.
"Kurumu is a very dear friend of mine."
"Hey, Kurumu. Are the gym teachers here?"
Kurumu smiled, thankful for Suzume's query.
"Yea. You can change clothes and turn in your padlocks."
"Is that why you have your clothes out here?"
"No. I was trying to seduce Tsukune with my lingerie."
Tsukune chuckled, waving a hand dismissively.
"Ms. Unari is going to bring her schoolbag here."
"I knew that I should brought that. Go get changed. I'll bring your bag with me."
Hatoko nodded at Suzume, walking towards the stairs without a word.
"Could you get mine too?"
"I wouldn't know which one is yours."
Asuka groaned loudly, turning about. She shuffled her feet.
"Fine. I guess I can get it myself."
Kurumu giggled, watching Asuka slowly make her way back to the front of the stage. Suzume was almost halfway across the auditorium before the raiji got off the stage.
"I know that you're worried about us, Kurumu. But things will work out. Just give it time."
Kurumu rolled her eyes, feeling annoyed with his attitude.
"Time doesn't heal anything, Tsukune. I know too many people that have shitty pasts that you can't just expect them to get over it."
"But you can't force people."
"I know but it doesn't mean you avoid them. Look at Miyamoto. He's turning eighteen next Friday. His kid sister died on Valentine's Day eleven years ago. He'll probably never recover from that."
Tsukune regarded her in genuine shock.
"I had no idea."
"What matters right now is if you are serious about Moka"
Tsukune shook his head dumbly.
"I'm not going to fight Moka for her hand."
"Then you are telling her that you don't want her."
"But Kurumu-"
"You don't have to marry her right now. But you could fight her. Make a commitment to her. Don't leave her with this uncertainty."
His look of shock persisted for a long moment. He snapped out of it with a short laugh.
"You make it sound simple."
"Because it is, Tsukune. While you might not always be able to choose whom you are attracted to, you can certainly choose whom you love."
Tsukune smiled with confidence.
"I'll have to ask my mother what she thinks about this."
Kurumu groaned, refusing to push this further.
"Well I'm going to call you both fools if Moka gives up on you."
Tsukune chuckled, placing a hand on her thigh. She shivered from the touch.
"I'll admit that a part of me secretly hopes that she challenges me."
Kurumu bit her lip, wondering if she should push his hand away.
"What difference would that make?"
He grinned, removing his hand. His soft brown eyes met hers.
"Then I wouldn't have much choice. I would have to defend myself."
She pouted at his claim.
"You trained with Moka when Akua was here just two weekends ago. You let her win several times."
"That's different. There was nothing at stake in those matches other than pride. I have no reason to trample over that if neither of us stand to gain from it."
Kurumu nodded thoughtfully.
"So you would beat her in a fight if she challenged for your hand."
"I'm not entirely sure how vampire traditions work. I know if I challenge for her hand and best her, than she's mine. If the reverse is true, I would have to lose the fight."
"Now you're not even making sense. Do you want to beat her in a fight or not?"
"I'm saying that I would not let myself lose. How that plays into vampire traditions is unknown to me. But if she can't beat me, I think that should prove that I'm worthy of her to her family."
Kurumu sighed, thinking he was making this far more difficult than it had to be.
"Well I said what I think and that's all I'll say about it. I'll be mad if you muck this up."
He chuckled softly, nodding.
"I know. It must be frustrating for you."
"You think? Seriously if I can't get my two best friends together, I can forget about having any future as a professional match maker."
And as he laughed at her displeasure, Kurumu hoped that Satsuki would soon return with her schoolbag to spare her of this uncomfortable situation.
"And the door is opened."
The young man made an exaggerated gesture with the hand holding the card that had triggered the sensor above the front double glass door of the second year boys' dormitory. Shiname Nureto had his cornflower blue locks styled in a faux hawk. Okimune giggled while clinging to the left arm of the tennis player. The girlfriend had his schoolbag hanging by its strap off her left shoulder.
Kurumu smiled, passing through the opening into the genkan beyond. The walls on either side of the entry foyer were lined with cubbies for shoes though most were not in use. Kurumu stepped out of her loafers while holding the strap of her schoolbag.
"Thank you for letting me in."
Okimune smirked as the couple entered the building. She released Shiname's arm before the couple removed their footwear.
"I feel like a bad older sister, aiding your deviant behavior."
Kurumu huffed in false indignation.
"I'm going to study for my English exam with my boyfriend. No different than you."
Okimune clucked her tongue as Kurumu bent over to fetch her shoes.
"I'm not the one carrying a change of clothes in her schoolbag."
Kurumu smirked, straightening back up with her loafers in hand.
"Your dorm is next door. You could easily change your mind."
Okimune giggled, picking up her shoes as her boyfriend retrieved his.
"We are only going to put away his things before heading to dinner."
Kurumu drawled out a note of disbelief as she stepped up onto the tatami flooring of the corridor. This hall ran a long way in one direction, passing by the dormitory office, a recreation room and six decent sized study rooms that the second year guys had used as classrooms while the school had been under construction. The short side of this hallway ended at the door to the laundry room with the start of another corridor which ran down the other wing of this L shaped, four story building.
"If that was true, you could have waited for him outside."
Okimune pouted as she joined Kurumu in the hall. They drifted towards the laundry room.
"But I haven't seen his room before. It will be a quick stop."
"We might kiss a couple of times but our day together will end when we part ways after dinner."
Kurumu grinned as the space on her right opened up as a small elevator lobby. The hall continued down this wing on her right, passing by the rooms of the guys living on the first floor. She moved to the first elevator, pushing the button which caused the steel doors to slide open.
"The two of you could join my study session."
Okimune giggled as the couple followed Kurumu into the elevator.
"I don't think that is a good idea."
"Shouldn't my big sister be around to keep me from misbehaving?"
Shiname chuckled as Okimune pouted. The young man pressed the button for the third floor, prompting the steel doors to slowly close.
"She does have a point."
"More like she is trying to guilt me into doing something inappropriate."
"I'm not going to have sex with my boyfriend while the two of you are around."
"You never know."
It was Kurumu's turn to pout.
"I hope you don't mean that."
Okimune giggled, patting Kurumu's head.
"I can't study with Nureto. My mind would keep wandering."
Kurumu could not argue with that as the girl withdrew her hand. In moments the elevator stopped and the door started to slide open. Nureto grinned, gesturing for them to go ahead of him.
"We should start going on double dates next year."
Okimune laughed at her suggestion as they walked out into an elevator lobby similar to the one on the ground floor. A corridor ran down each of the wings with the opening for this floor's bathroom.
"Aren't you already doing that with that snow girl and her fiancé?"
Kurumu nodded as they drifted to the corridor on the left. They waited for Shiname to join them before slowly walking down the hall.
"Mizore might be getting too pregnant to enjoy our dating activities."
"I highly doubt that."
"She will have her baby before the next midterm exams. She won't be able to go on dates with a baby."
Okimune frowned as they stopped near the first pair of doors on their right. One door was marked 314 while the next was 316. The odd numbered rooms would be on the left side of the hall.
"That soon? I thought that she got pregnant around the time of the cultural festival."
Kurumu smiled, having explained this many times.
"It's a shorter pregnancy. We could try going on a triple date and you could ask them yourselves."
Okimune shared a glance with Shiname. The young man grinned, pulling his keys out of his pocket as he drifted to the door for 316.
"I'm fine with that if you are."
Okimune turned her smile on Kurumu as Shiname unlocked his door.
"We can save that for next school year. We already have plans for this weekend and I'll be busy with my cousin next weekend."
Kurumu grinned, knowing that Odayakana would be graduating soon.
"Is she moving out right away?"
Okimune nodded as Shiname opened his door, pushing into his room. He tossed his loafers inside and grinned, pocketing his keys.
"Her old man is coming with her uncle to help with the move. It's my big chance to talk her father into accepting our relationship."
"My father isn't that old."
"He's decades older than my parents."
Okimune sighed, gesturing down the hall.
"You behave yourself with Mr. Amesuki. Nureto can hear it when the two of you are being naughty."
"Don't you have music or something to drown it out?"
Shiname chuckled, beckoning to Okimune.
"I do but it's hard to concentrate on music when someone is playing a porn video really loud next door."
Kurumu blushed at his choice of words. She managed a smile.
"I hope that her father approves of you. Everybody knows the two of you look great together."
Okimune laughed, drifting into Shiname's bedroom. She dropped her shoes on his floor.
"I think Ms. Kawano and Ms. Yanagisawa would disagree with your remark."
"Are your parents good with this?"
"You bet. My parents know that Hitsumi's old man is one of the big names in Umishiro. They even have scheduled an official meeting with him over the spring break to discuss a potential marriage."
Kurumu laughed, feeling flush at that bold declaration.
"Don't you think it is a little soon to be talking about marriage?"
"Not at all."
"But you two haven't even had sex yet."
Okimune blushed with a laugh. Shiname chuckled, placing a hand on Okimune's shoulder.
"We can't be doing things like that without parental approval."
"Yea. I might get pregnant."
Kurumu thought they could use protection but held her tongue. Knowing that Nijiro could not get her pregnant, they had never bothered using condoms. She had no idea how well they would work with an undine, considering it was prehensile.
"Well I hope it all works out."
"We better see you at dinner."
Shiname chuckled at his girlfriend's remark as he closed the door. Kurumu lingered in the hall for a short moment, taking in a deep breath. Tightening her hold on her schoolbag strap, she resumed her walk down the hall. Nijiro's room was 318, the next door on her right. It only took seconds to get there.
Taking another deep breath, Kurumu knocked firmly on Nijiro's door. She paused for a moment.
"Nijiro. It's me."
The pacing of her heart was going too fast to get a proper count before hearing the dead bolt being drawn back. The door tugged open and she shivered upon seeing her boyfriend.
"What are you doing here?"
He was still in his white dress shirt and tan slacks. She gestured with her shoes at his room.
"I wanted to study for my English exam with you."
"But it's almost time for dinner."
"I know. We can do that first if you want."
Nijiro sighed, moving aside to give her space to enter.
"I guess you can leave your things in here."
Kurumu grinned, strolling into his room. She dropped her shoes in the small entry before strutting into the main space on her right. An indigo sofa rested in the center of the room, facing the empty wall shared with the corridor. In the corner farthest from the entry was a black desk with curved legs. The seat of the matching chair was pushed under the desk top. Portraits of his family and a laptop rested on the polished surface. Stacks of books were pushed into the corner.
Kurumu heard the door close. She turned about as she lifted the strap of her schoolbag over her head. She grinned at Nijiro, feeling his simmering hunger for her body. She nervously settled down on the couch, holding her schoolbag in her lap.
"I do have some good news for you."
"What might that be?"
"Ms. Shuzen reserved a room for me at that hotel in your village. It's good from the Saturday of your bus departure to the Monday after Watakoma's birthday."
He smiled thinly, stopping in front of her. He looked down upon her, toying with lecherous thoughts.
"I underestimated your resourcefulness. I should write to my parents and let them know that you will be there for the first week."
"That scuba gear place doesn't do reservations. Ms. Shuzen promised to give me enough cash for that."
"That's awfully generous of her."
"She expects to be reimbursed by the Shuzen family. Would you be willing to buy me a swimsuit?"
He laughed, tearing his gaze from her curves to look into her eyes.
"Don't you have a swimsuit?"
Kurumu nodded, opening her schoolbag and rummaging inside.
"I have two bikini swimsuits which I brought with me. But I don't know if they are appropriate to wear in front of your family. I was thinking that I should get a one piece."
As she pulled out the swimsuits, her heart beat rapidly. She wanted him to suggest her trying them on.
"You should just wear the diving suit you will get from the scuba gear shop."
"You don't want to buy me a swimsuit to wear in front of your parents?"
He laughed softly at her pout, turning his attention upon the swimsuits.
"I guess we can swing by a store on our date this weekend. See what they have in stock."
Kurumu grinned, holding up the black bikini with the sunflower print pattern.
"I had to special order this swimsuit because it's more like a bra and they didn't have any G cup bikini tops in stock. Do you think a one piece will be stretchy like my sports bras?"
He shrugged with a chuckle. She trembled, feeling his desire to see her breasts.
"I have no idea how women's clothing is sized."
"Well I've never had to special order a sports bra."
"Any particular reason why you brought your swimsuits here?"
Kurumu laughed softly, trying to calm her rapid heartbeat.
"Well I wanted to show them to you and get your opinion if they would be okay for your parents. If you think they are fine, we don't have to get a one piece."
"And you just happened to have them in your schoolbag?"
Kurumu licked her lips, peering into his amused eyes. He wanted her.
"I walked home with Okimune and Mr. Shiname after my gym exam. We stopped by my place first to pick these up and then we went to Okimune's room to kill some time. I wasn't sure how long your afternoon exam would take."
Nijiro nodded with sexual thoughts. His persistent lechery was making Kurumu wet.
"The networking exam was not nearly as long or as hard as the others. I've been home for about a half hour now. I was thinking about studying before dinner but that can wait. What do you want to do?"
Kurumu absently dragged the bottom of her sweater vest up to the bottom of her bosom.
"I'm glad that he agreed to be your roommate next year. I suggested that they join us on those dates we have with Mizore and Umizake."
"Did you bring clothes for tomorrow?"
Kurumu laughed, pulling the sweater vest over the swell of her bosom. She leaned forward so that she could tug the garment up over her head. She set it down on the couch cushion beside her.
"Yes. I'm a naughty girl with hopes that you'll let me spend the night with you. Seeing Mizore being all amorous with her fiancé these last two days has made me very lonely."
Nijiro let out a contemplative sound as she started unbuttoning her blouse.
"I don't know if I should let you spend the night, but I wouldn't mind seeing you in your swimsuits."
Kurumu's body tingled with anticipation. She bared the pine green bra to him, slipping her arms out of her sleeves. She shivered as a surge of lust washed over her.
"Which swimsuit would you like me to try on first?"
"Why don't you finish undressing while I decide on that?"
Kurumu nodded, unhooking the front clasps of her bra. She slipped out of the straps as her breasts fell free of the lacy cups. Her pink nipples were already erect which intensified his hunger for her. She set the bra aside, scooting forward on the couch.
"I'll need to get up to remove the rest."
As he backed away to give her space, she got up on her feet, feeling for the fasteners in her skirt. She loosened the garment and tugged it down her hips, letting it fall to the floor. Swallowing in anticipation, she leaned forward to grab her boyshorts and drag them down to her ankles.
"I want you."
She giggled, straightening up after removing her socks. She placed both hands behind her neck, cocking her head slightly with pursed lips.
"Do you want a kiss before telling me which swimsuit you want to see first?"
His eyes were filled with lust as a bulge strained within his pants.
"No. I want you to turn around and grab the back of the couch."
Kurumu pouted, lowering her hands.
"But I would like a kiss."
"We won't get any studying done if I fall into a stupor. Now turn around and show me that sexy ass."
Kurumu's heart fluttered despite her disappointment. She turned about, kneeling on top of the cushions. She scooted forward, parting her legs as she grabbed the back of the couch. She arched her back, lifting her rump for him.
"Is that good?"
She heard his zipper drawn down.
"Yes. Now hold still."
This time when a man entered her, it was no dream.