"So, first you need good lighting. If you try to do it in your room with just the overhead light, you'll be all washed out and look weird." Sakura pointed at the lighting rig she had set up at the end of her bed. "You'll want a ring light, and two diffused lights too. Now for your microphone, I suggest…"
Nagatoro groaned loudly. "Sakura, I'm not looking to become a cam girl, I just want to make a video for my boyfriend."
Sakura elbowed her, though she was laughing. "I'm a streamer, not a cam girl.
Sakura's admirers in the Gaming Club had convinced her that she could make a bunch of money as a streamer online. They were right; she was the only girl in their whole school with a Hermès purse.
"My point is," Nagatoro drawled, "I'm not going to be doing this more than once! I don't wanna spend a ton of money or effort on it. I just wanted some pointers!"
Sakura clucked her tongue at her friend. "If you're going to do something, you may as well do it right," she admonished.
Nagatoro looked at her flatly. She was beginning to regret bringing Sakura in on this scheme.
"So what exactly are you filming for him?" Sakura asked, slyly.
Nagatoro blushed darkly, and was unable to look her friend in the eye. "O-oh you know! Just some things! L-like saying 'I love you' and wishing him luck on his exams, that sort of thing!"
Sakura smirked, crossing her arms. "Uh huh. Well, you can borrow my ring light and stand. You can mount your phone in the center, and that should be good enough for what you want. Just make sure you put some powder on your skin so you don't look shiny."
"R-right…"
"I'll also give you my old microphone. It would work better if you were right up next to it, but if you put somewhere within about eighty centimeters, it will be good enough for your purposes."
"Sure! That's great!" Maybe she could get out of here with minimal embarrassment after all!
"And you should really come with me to the salon to even out your tan lines."
"Oh, Senpai likes my tan lines! He said they're basically my signature…" Nagatoro froze as she realized what she admitted to, her face turning a dark shade of red.
Sakura grinned saucily at her. "I bet he does. Just don't get fluids on my equipment."
Nagatoro blew out a breath and shook out her arms. She could feel her adrenaline rushing through her body, just like before a judo match. The camera and lighting were set to focus on her bed. She'd set up a nest of pillows to help prop her up. The microphone was hidden behind one of the pillows so it would be in range the whole time. Everything was ready!
She looked down at herself, still dressed in her school uniform–a plain white button down shirt and plaid skirt. Should she change? She was wearing sexy lingerie underneath, but otherwise it was just her everyday outfit; the clothes he'd seen her in five days a week for two years. Maybe she should put on a fancy dress, or…
She grit her teeth, frustrated with herself. She was being ridiculous. This was just a silly video she was recording for her boyfriend. Yes, she was going to be naked, but it wasn't as if he hadn't seen it before!
She took another breath. This was all going to be worth it when she saw how crazed he was after he watched it. She smirked. He was absolutely going to die.
She was going to make sure of it.
She tapped on her phone, starting the recording, then went to sit on her bed.
"Hey Senpai," she said smirking. "I just…"
No, wait, that wasn't good...
"I wanted…"
Hmm… What about…
"I thought…"
"GAAAHHH!" She scrubbed her hair in frustration. Why was this so hard? What was she even supposed to say? Hey Senpai! Watch me as I diddle myself! Too weird...
She sighed. Her eyes closed, and she took a deep breath to clear her mind. Just think about it as if he were in the room with you. Treat the camera like it was him…
Her eyes opened, and she grinned teasingly. "Hey Senpai," she said. "It has been a while, hasn't it?" She leaned back onto one arm, while her other hand came up to her throat and started to undo the button on her collar. "I bet you've missed me." She popped more buttons open, pulling the sides of her shirt apart, and showing off her lacy black bra and toned stomach. She leaned back onto her pile of pillows, grinning madly. "Wanna see how much I missed you?"
She shook her head, her hair floating through the air behind her back. She let her shirt slip down, exposing a shoulder. "Did you notice, Senpai? I went tanning." She pulled her bra strap to the side, showing off a pale stripe interrupting her tan skin. "I made sure to wear a one piece like you asked."
Her hand trailed down her body, her fingertips lightly drawing a path down between her breasts. "I've missed your touch," she said in a soft, sultry voice. She shivered involuntarily at the sensation, and felt goosebumps form on her skin. Heh. This was sexier than she thought it would be! She had barely started and was already so turned on!
She swallowed hard around a lump that had formed in her throat. Her hand dipped further down, past the hem of her skirt. She lifted it up, showing off the black panties that matched her bra. "Do you like them?" she asked. "I got the set especially for you. Just think about it as wrapping paper for your Christmas present."
Her hand moved down, and started to stroke herself over her panties. She bit her bottom lip and let out a moan that was only partially an act. "This part has missed your tongue," she said. "You were surprisingly good with it, despite being a virgin. How did I taste Senpai?"
Her other hand reached up and clutched at her bra-covered chest, this time the moan that escaped her lips was no act. "These have missed your nimble artist fingers," she said through heavy breathing. "I can't wait to see what those fingers think about new ornaments.
She sat back up, her arms reaching around behind her back and under her shirt, unlatching her bra. She reached into the arm of her shirt, and pulled the garment out through the sleeve leaving her chest bare through the opening in her shirt. She leaned back against the pillows again, and her hand once again went to her breast, kneading the pale skin. Her fingers pinched her nipple, twisting gently and making her piercing shine in the light.
She was really turned on now. Nagatoro didn't remember doing it, but her other hand was now buried lewdly in her panties, stroking her pussy directly. Wet, sucking sounds filled the air as her fingers plunged inside of her, though they were drowned out by her gasps and moans of pleasure. "Y-you see what you've done to me?" She panted, no longer acting for the camera. "How lewd you made me? You need to take responsibility… Aaaa!"
Nagatoro's head snapped back as an orgasm ripped through her body. The hand on her breast quickly slapped over her mouth to drown out the cries of pleasure, lest someone in the house hear her and come investigate. The other she kept jammed in her panties, her fingers circling her clit like mad to draw out the orgasm as long as possible.
Finally overstimulated, Nagatoro collapsed against the pillows, breathing hard. A deep feeling of satisfaction washed through her, though it was slightly tainted. She missed the full feeling she'd had that night with her boyfriend…
Oh right! The video! She sat up, grinning widely. "Ya like that, Senpai? Just wait until I get my hands on you at Christmas!" She blew a kiss, winking at the camera. "Love you!" She got up from the bed, walked over to her setup, and stopped the recording. Great! Just a little editing, and this would be ready to send!
She frowned. She hoped it was sexy enough. It would be a shame to go through all this effort for it to not work.
Okay! It was hot!
Nagatoro fanned herself as she finally finished editing the video to her satisfaction. She rubbed her thighs together, hoping to quench the fires that had reignited.
Geeze, did she look like that during sex? No wonder he was so enthusiastic that night…
She took a deep breath, in through her nose and out through her mouth. It helped a little. Anyway, all she needed to do now was email this video and wait for him to call her in a panic!
She chuckled to herself as she opened her email app on her phone and attached the file, only to frown at the notification that popped up.
"File size too large, cannot be attached."
Huh. That was strange. She'd never seen a notification like that before when she was sending pictures. How big was the file anyway? She swiped over to the file explorer and checked the details. Six minutes long, FHD, whatever that means, 1.1 gigabytes.
Well that didn't seem too big. One point one of anything was tiny! And she'd already deleted like three minutes of video where she was getting ready to start and recovering at the end. Honestly there wasn't much more she could do to make it smaller.
She snapped her fingers as an idea struck. Misaki would know what to do. She worked in an office, and knew more about computer stuff than anyone else in the family. She'd know what to do!
"Onee-chan!" she yelled through the house.
"What?!" came the shouted reply.
"I need your help with something!"
There was a massive sigh, before stomping could be heard coming up the stairs. Her door flew open, revealing her sister, who had a sour look on her face. "This better be quick," she said. "You have until the end of the commercial break. I've been waiting for them to kiss forever and it looks like they're about to!"
Nagatoro rolled her eyes. She'd never understand her sister's obsession with that soap opera. She swiped her phone, navigating back to the email app, and showed Misaki the screen. "Why am I getting this notification?"
Misaki squinted at the screen. "Your file is too big. It can't be bigger than fifty megabytes."
Nagatoro frowned. "But it's only 1.1 gigabytes."
Misaki laughed. "There's a thousand megabytes in a gigabyte, ya goober. It's way too big. You'd be better off posting it to YouTube and sending him the link."
Nagatoro choked. Sakura hadn't said anything about file size! Who knew videos were so big? "Uh…" she gulped. "I can't… exactly… put it on YouTube…"
Misaki's annoyed look swiftly turned into a wide teasing grin. "Oh really?"
Nagatoro couldn't look her in the face. "Y-yeah. Um. So what do I do?"
Misaki moved across the room, grabbing her sister in a headlock. "Should I watch this video?" she asked, mussing Nagatoro's hair with her other hand. "I don't know if my baby sister should be sending naughty videos out there."
Nagatoro struggled against her sister's hold, but she was caught in an iron grip. "Lemme go!" she cried. "I'm just sending it to Senpai! Nobody else will see!"
As quickly as she'd captured her sister, Misaki let her go. "Oh, well that's fine then," she said, examining her nails. "You really should have said so in the first place."
Nagatoro coughed as she tried to catch her breath. "Wh-what?"
Misaki shrugged. "I know this year is hard on the two of you, being apart for so long. You haven't even seen each other in person since he left. You gotta do what you gotta do to keep things interesting so you don't grow apart." She smiled. "Besides, who do you think got Mom and Dad out of the house for you the night before he left?"
Nagatoro blushed hard, while Misaki's teasing grin returned. "We…we…"
Misaki laughed. "Save it! I saw how you were walking when we got home that night. And Naoto-kun couldn't look Dad in the eyes when we all saw him off the next day. If you two hadn't done it while we were gone, I'd have been disappointed in you!"
Nagatoro sighed, but her blush stayed bright on her cheeks. "So, how can I send it?" she asked.
Misaki put a finger to her chin, thinking. "Does he have a laptop? Or just a tablet?"
Nagatoro nodded. "He needed to get a new laptop for school."
Misaki smiled. "Perfect!"
"Ad, ad, ad, ad, bill…Huh? What's this?"
Hachiouji was sifting through his mail when he came across something he'd never thought he'd ever see in real life: An actual letter. He'd only ever seen them in old movies before; he'd certainly never received one. Even his grandma used email.
He looked at the return address and smiled. It was from Nagatoro! Well, this was a pleasant surprise. She must have seen an article online about staying close through handwritten letters or something. He'd have to make sure he replied.
He tossed the junk mail, and started climbing the stairs up to his dorm room, carefully opening the envelope as he went. He reached inside to pull out the letter, only for something to fall out of the envelope and clatter on the floor. He looked down at his feet and saw a thumb drive.
That was strange. It wasn't his thumb drive; the one he used for his assignments was attached to his keychain. It must have dropped from the envelope. Why would Nagatoro send him a thumb drive?
He pulled out the note, and opened it. It was short and to the point:
Make sure you're alone when you watch it, Senpai!
-Hayase
Hachiouji inhaled sharply through the nose. When he watched it? A video?
His mind raced as he thought about the possibilities. Was it a solo video? Had she filmed the two of them together that night? Or did she film herself with someone else..?
He clucked his tongue and rolled his eyes in annoyance at his own self-deprecating thoughts. If there was one thing he had complete confidence in, it was his relationship with his girlfriend. She'd never even shown an interest in other men before they were together, let alone after they worked so hard to become a couple.
Still, his curiosity burned about what was on the drive in his hand…
Well, it wouldn't hurt to look, right? So long as he didn't jerk off…
"I bet you missed me," said the recording on the screen as she started to unbutton her shirt. "Wanna see how much I missed you?"
Hachiouji gulped as his girlfriend's pale skin came into view, contrasting deliciously with the black bra that hid her breasts from view. His shaking hand desperately grabbed onto the mouse, and quickly closed the video window.
He sat there for an eternity, breathing heavily as he tried to get his hormones under control. His hands were tightly clasped into fists, sweat poured from his face. It took every ounce of willpower he had—and some he was borrowing from a future date—to keep from just saying "fuck it," opening the video again, dropping his pants, and jerking off until his dick chafed. He took another deep breath; in through the nose, out through the mouth, and pulled the thumb drive out of his computer. He yanked open a drawer on his desk, throwing the drive inside and slamming it shut.
Then he promptly opened the drawer again in a panic that he'd destroyed the drive by being too rough with it. He quickly plugged it back in to check, sighing in relief when the computer recognized the drive. He then carefully stopped the drive, removed it, and gently placed it back in the drawer.
Just because he had ten days left in the month didn't mean he couldn't watch it in December…
"Hey Senpai!" Nagatoro chirped happily during their weekly video call. "How are you doing?"
Hachiouji smiled at her. "Great! I've gotten ahead on some of my projects for class, so I'm able to relax a bit."
Nagatoro smiled at him. "I'm happy for you! You deserve a rest." Suddenly, her grin turned wicked. Hachiouji instantly knew it meant trouble. She never did have much of a poker face whenever it came to teasing him. "Did you get any mail recently?"
Hachiouji rolled his eyes, though he didn't drop his smile. "Yes, I got your letter."
If anything, Nagatoro's eyes got wilder. "Aaaaaannnnd?"
Hachiouji could feel his cheeks pinking, but he managed to keep his voice steady. "Yeah, it was great!"
Nagatoro's face fell. "Huh?"
"I really enjoyed your video. Very nice!" He gave her a thumbs up.
Hachiouji wondered if he'd said the wrong thing when her eye began to twitch.
"That's all?" she cried. "Did you even watch the video?"
He gulped, and hoped she didn't realize he was about to lie to her. "Yeah!" he lowered his voice to a whisper. "It was really sexy! I can't believe I have a girlfriend who would strip down to nothing for me like that!"
Now her face fell completely. "Y-yeah…" She looked down, scratching at her arm. "Hey, Senpai, I have some homework I need to work on, so I think I need to cut this short."
Hachiouji frowned. That was out of character. "Are you ok?"
"Yeah! I'm just…" She sighed. "Things aren't… My last year of high school isn't exactly going the way I expected."
Hachiouji sobered. "It's been tough for me too," he admitted.
Nagatoro nodded, but didn't look up. "I know."
"I really miss you."
Nagatoro finally looked up, but her expression didn't change. "Good night, Senpai."
Before Hachiouji could tell her good night, she cut the connection.
He sighed, looking up at the ceiling in frustration. Frustration with the situation he was in. Frustration with the distance. Frustration with himself. She had obviously seen right through him. He'd have to think of some way to make it up to her when they saw each other at Christmas.
He sighed. Only five and a half months until she graduated from high school and could join him. Were they going to make it that long? Maybe this "No Nut November" thing was a stupid idea after all…
Yoshi, Sakura, and Gamo exchanged glances with each other as their friend Nagatoro sighed for the eighth time since they sat down. The girls had noticed their friend seemed down at school, and had followed her home for an impromptu "Cheer up Hayase" party. They were all cozy under the kotatsu, they had snacks strewn across the table top, and Yoshi had just regaled the group with her hilarious impression of the student council president. But nothing worked. Nagatoro was still depressed.
Finally, Gamo could take no more. Time for a more direct approach! "Everything all right, Hayacchi?"
Nagatoro fell forward, her forehead hitting the table with a thunk.
Gamo rolled her eyes. She shook Nagatoro roughly by the shoulder. "Come on, tell us what's the matter."
"Mhmnmamnehe," Nagatoro mumbled.
"Deku!" interjected Yoshi
Sakura and Gamo looked at her confused for a moment.
Gamo shook her head, then poked Nagatoro in the ear. "Come on! We can't help you feel any better until you tell us what's wrong!
Nagatoro slapped Gamo's hand away, sitting up again, and hissing like a cat at her. "I said I think Senpai is cheating on me!"
Her friends all blinked.
They all turned to look at each other.
The laughter from the three girls was so uproarious it shook the windows.
"What are you talking about?" said Gamo around a fit of giggles.
"Senpai? With another girl?" added Sakura. "It's too hilarious to believe!"
Yoshi fell over, clutching her stomach as she rolled back and forth, laughing until tears streamed from her eyes.
Nagatoro frowned at her friends. "It's true!" she insisted. "Senpai must be cheating on me! It's the only explanation!"
Sakura got herself under control first. "The only explanation for what?" she asked sincerely.
Nagatoro smiled in thanks, before taking a deep breath. "I've been trying to drive him crazy all month by sending him more and more racy pictures, culminating with a video of myself… umm…" She looked down, a massive blush on her face.
Yoshi rolled her eyes. "Duh, we already knew that."
"I still hate you for making me take pictures of your cooter," added Gamo.
"It was very obvious why you wanted my equipment," said Sakura.
"A-NY-WAY!" Sometimes Nagatoro wondered why she was friends with them. "None of it worked!"
Sakura shrugged. "Maybe he's just getting used to your body?"
Nagatoro shook her head. "No, because he still blushed like mad when I showed him my piercings!"
"I thought those were supposed to be a surprise?" asked Yoshi.
Nagatoro pursed her lips, and crossed her arms. "So, I got impatient. Sue me."
Sakura giggled behind her hand. "OK, so how does that mean he's cheating?"
"Obviously he has a girlfriend at school!" Here her hands went to her chest. "Someone who's busty and blonde and…"
Gamo slammed her hand down on the table top. "Hayacchi, what the fuck are you talking about? Paisen is absolutely head over heels for you! He wouldn't put up with your bullshit otherwise."
Nagatoro bristled at the barb. "But he didn't even watch the video! What nineteen year old guy wouldn't watch a video that was obviously going to be his girlfriend playing with herself? A guy who has another girlfriend who he's trying to hide it from! That's who!"
"Geeze Hayase, no wonder you've been so uptight lately!"
The girls all turned their heads to see Misaki leaning against the doorway, a big smirk on her face.
Nagatoro quirked an eyebrow. "Onee-chan?"
Misaki stood up straight, pulled something out of her pocket, and threw it across the room. It landed on the kotatsu table top, and slid to a stop in front of Nagatoro. The younger sister picked it up. "Your bank card?"
"Your Christmas present was going to be me buying you tickets to go see your boyfriend sometime next year, but I think you need to go see him now. It's been way too long, and you're getting paranoid." She pointed at the card. "I've got enough points for you to get a train ticket and a decent hotel for the weekend."
Nagatoro's jaw dropped. She and her sister had a good relationship, but this was above and beyond anything Misaki had given her before. She held the card out. "No. It's too much. I can't accept this. You should use the points to go somewhere yourself."
Misaki laughed derisively. "Sure you can. There's not enough points for me to go anywhere fun, but there is enough for you to go visit your boyfriend. Something you should have done months ago."
Nagatoro started twiddling her hair around a finger. "But I was so busy with Judo and school and…"
Sakura reached over and took her hand, removing it from her hair. "Hayacchi, you gotta go."
"But what about school tomorrow? And…"
Gamo clapped her on the shoulder. "We'll take notes for ya! Go!"
"But what about…"
"GO!" exclaimed Yoshi, pumping a fist in the air.
Nagatoro finally cracked, a wide smile on her face. "Ok! I give! I'll go."
Misaki grinned. "Great! Mom and Dad will be going on a trip for the weekend too, so maybe I'll get to spend some time with my boyfriend!"
Nagatoro boggled at her sister. "Since when do you have a boyfriend?"
Misaki winked at her. "You're not the only one who's been sending naughty pics to a long distance beau."
Author's Note: There is art for this chapter, but I'm afraid I can't post it due to FFN's rules about naughty fanart. You can find it on X or Bluesky by searching for the artist: Kyrios375.