"So what's this about?" Ibuki asked as she stepped inside her classmate's dorm room. She immediately glanced around to see if the boy had any pervy material lying around, which she'd then want to snatch for herself. Unsurprisingly, he either didn't have any, or it was hidden.

Ibuki had been invited to Ryota's room rather unexpectedly after class. If she didn't know him better, it almost sounded like a lewd invitation, especially with the way he'd stuttered it out.

"Well…I'm always trying to get more people into anime, and I had a realization the other day," Ryota said as he walked over to a floor-to-ceiling shelf of DVDs and picked one out. "I realized that maybe if I could find a good music-related anime, you'd enjoy it!"

"There's music-related anime?" Ibuki asked. She'd always had a bit of an interest in trying anime, but could rarely ever get herself to sit down long enough to enjoy one properly. Maybe if there were anime like that, she'd be able to do so.

"Yeah! Several actually. There's K-On, Bocchi the Rock, Your Lie in April, though…that one might not be your style…" he trailed off.

"Well, just pick one!" she said as she flopped down onto the boy's bed, bouncing on it slightly and watching her skirt flap. Ryota nodded, shoved the DVD in, and pushed a chair over next to the bed to sit in it, to which Ibuki frowned. "What're you doing?"

"Well, you already took the bed and I didn't want to be rude-" But before he could finish, Ibuki had already grabbed him and yanked him onto the bed next to her. Their thighs touched and he felt a brief bit of softness that made his cheeks redden. He tried to get off, but she held him in place as the first episode started of the anime he'd chosen.

It was one that he had seen before, of course, but it had been a while. He was excited to watch it again, especially if it could get Ibuki interested as well.

Unfortunately, even though he could tell that Ibuki was interested in the anime, she was still getting distracted. Fidgeting around, she played with her skirt and jewelry, which kept making her brush against him as well. She even almost knocked him off the couch at one point. It was becoming clear that even when it was something she was interested in, she couldn't seem to focus.

The first episode ended, and Ibuki stretched out, giving Ryota a small, apologetic smile. "S-Sorry, I just-"

"I know, I could tell," he said. "It's fine, I mean…" He tried to find the words. "If…you still enjoyed it, that's all that matters? Even if you weren't able to completely…ingest it…"

"Well let's see if there's something else that can really get my attention," Ibuki said as she got up and started looking through the shelf. Ryota's eyes went wide and he shot to his feet.

"H-Hey, wait-"

"Oooooh, what's this?" she asked as she held up a specific DVD with a barely dressed woman on the cover.

"D-Don't! That's…"

But it was too late, she popped out the old DVD and put the new one in, grabbing the remote and standing right in front of the player to keep him from popping it out. He tried to get around her but she kept adjusting herself. The episode began to play, and immediately, sounds of moaning filled the room.

Ryota fell to his knees as shame coursed through his entire body. That was it, he was done. She had found one of his hentai that he thought had been cleverly hidden on the shelf. Not even that he used it much for masturbation, more so because hentai dealt with some parts of the anatomy that regular or even ecchi anime didn't. But she wouldn't know that, or even believe him if he said.

"This is great!" Ibuki cried as she watched the sex scene play out.

"I-I can explain…" he said, and she glanced at him, which he took as her asking him to go on. He knew she wouldn't believe him, but he knew he had to try. "So…I draw anime, obviously, and sometimes anime, even some of the lewder ones like ecchi, don't really give me enough to work with when it comes to anatomy, so I'll study hentai because they do go into the anatomy that I'm interested in. I don't use it for m-masturbating or anything like that, so-"

"Who cares?"

He blinked, suddenly thrown out his thoughts and rambling. "What?"

"Who cares what you use it for, it's great!" Ibuki cried as she watched the girl cum in an explosive climax. "You know, we could try this, too."

That got his face to turn a bright red as he stared at her in shock. "Wh-What?! That's-!"

"Hot! Yes!" she said as she turned to him. "We totally need to try this, right now! Get naked!"

"H-Hey, wait!" he cried as she grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it off, revealing a bra underneath. He shrieked and looked away, though part of him didn't want to. "D-Don't you know what you're asking for?!"

"Yeah, sex," she said as she dropped her skirt, the episode still playing behind her. "Of course, I didn't know it could be that intense-looking! So now I want to try!"

"But that's-" He cut himself off when she reached behind her back and removed her bra, dropping it and revealing her modest breasts right before his eyes. This was not going the way he expected, but his body was already reacting, and his dick began to harden as he now couldn't tear his eyes away. She giggled when she saw that he was hard, and she knelt to grab his shirt and practically tore it off his body before he could protest.

"Come on, don't you want to have sex with a beautiful girl?" she asked as she dropped her panties as well, leaving her standing in only her socks, a sight which somehow was more arousing than if she was naked.

"I…well, I…" he flustered. "I…didn't say I…didn't…"

"Then what's the problem?" Ibuki asked with a frown.

"I've never…"

"Well, neither have I, I just said that," Ibuki said, hands on her hips. It took all his willpower not to let his gaze drop between her legs. "Doesn't mean I don't want to do it."

"I…I see…and you'd really want to…with me?" he asked softly, and she nodded. He took a short time to think about it and thought it was more like giving himself a pep talk before he finally sighed, stood, and removed the rest of his clothes. She glanced back at the sex scene on the screen, and then back to him with a smile, and he gave her a shaky one back. Her gaze dropped to his dick, which throbbed in response, and he gulped.

For the next few hours, they watched the hentai together and mimicked what they saw, even if they were able to cum as fast as the characters did, not that they wanted to. They held back as much as they could with each climax, feeling as good as possible, even if Ibuki ruined it by shouting random quotes and quips every once in a while. Even so, it still made the boy feel incredible.

Every episode of the hentai finished before they were even done, but once they did, they collapsed onto the bed with sighs and gasps of contentment. They caught their breath as they stared up at the ceiling.

"I wish I had known…it was like that…" Ibuki said between pants. "I would've done it…much sooner…"

"Well…you know…there's more hentai out there we can watch…and act out…" Ibuki immediately shot up, her eyes shining.

"THERE IS?!" she cried, and Ryota laughed.

They would be busy for a while.