I'm taking a small break from posting, I just finished a chapter for my series, 'OreGairu POV'. I have been working on the piece for five years. I feel like I still need to edit it since I felt like it started to blend in. The words started to fuse. Writing the same story three times from three different perspectives was tough.
By the way, I tried one of those AI image sites to generate an image. My character Yumi, yeah didn't come out right. Think about mixing Rapunzel from Tangled, Merida from Brave, and Izumi from Lucky Star together. I know I said she has a more realistic hairstyle and is a bit messy but yeah. Is it too late to say that I imagine Yumi's hair to be like Tomeo from 'Tsukimichi-Moonlit Fantasy'. Messy hair tips, bushy
"Goodbye Yukino-chan," I said as I hung up my phone.
Hello, I'm Yukinoshita Haruno, I'm currently sitting on a bench at the park, my knees bouncing up and down. I can't stand still the reason why, I'm horny.
This is all Hikigaya's fault. It began when he needed to attend an early lecture at his university. Meanwhile, I had to shop for ingredients for our meals. As we boarded the bus and settled in the back, I couldn't resist teasing Hikigaya. Utilizing the vibration of the moving bus, I playfully pressed my body against him. However, it seemed Hikigaya had enough of my teasing. He lifted my skirt and slid my panty to the side. He inserted his fingers and began pleasuring me. I had trouble keeping my moans down, I was about to reach an orgasm when we made it to our stop. As I followed him out of the bus, I fixed my skirt. I asked Hikigaya if we should head to a Love Hotel, but he rejected the idea, mentioning that he would be late for class. We were close to a park, so I suggested having fun in the women's toilet. Again, he rejected me, saying he didn't want to be tried for class. With disappointment, he walked away, leaving me behind. Can you believe that? Frustrated, I entered the park to try to calm down. I called Yukino in an attempt to soothe my emotions. As you can see, it didn't work.
In the end, I returned from shopping and used a worn T-shirt of Hikigaya's to pleasure myself. I lay there on his bed, pondering the choices in my life that led to this moment. Yes, that's right, I just have to spice up the bedroom so that way Hikigaya doesn't ignore me. I grabbed my phone and began searching through women's blogs.
The first blog I looked at was titled, 'Sizzling Secrets: How to Ignite Passion in Your Relationship.'
As I read the article, I found it unhelpful. This blog suggests typical clichés like candlelit dinners and rose petals. How mundane! Hikigaya and I need something more... unexpected.
The second one was titled 'The Art of Seduction: Tips and Tricks for Keeping the Spark Alive.'
Yeah...It's all about playing games and teasing, but that's not quite our style. I want something more genuine, something that reflects our dynamic.
The third blog, 'Exploring Erotica: Unleashing Your Inner Goddess for a Thrilling Romance,' was a good laugh. This one is too focused on the physical aspect. Our relationship is built on more than just physical attraction. I need something that enhances our emotional connection as well.
The fourth one, '"Spicy Bedroom: A Guide to Intimacy and Adventure,' seemed promising. It suggested cosplay and role-play. Hikigaya is an otaku. This going to work.
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As the bus rumbled down the familiar streets of my city, I leaned back in my seat, my gaze fixed on the article I was reading on my phone. The article delved into the latest trends in the anime community, discussing popular characters and cosplay ideas. I skimmed through the paragraphs, my mind buzzing with inspiration.
As I scrolled, my eyes lingered on a particular section discussing the appeal of "mature and authoritative" characters. A mischievous smile tugged at my lips as an idea began to form. "Sexy teacher," I murmured to myself, tapping my chin thoughtfully. The concept intrigued me – a combination of sophistication and allure that I could embody perfectly.
The bus jostled along, and my excitement grew with each passing moment. I imagined myself in a sleek business suit, exuding confidence and charm. It was a departure from my usual style, but the thought of trying something new thrilled me.
Glancing up from my phone, I noticed the familiar landmarks passing by, signaling my impending arrival at the clothing department. With a quick swipe, I saved the article for later reference and tucked my phone into my purse.
As the bus came to a stop, I rose from my seat, my anticipation palpable. Stepping off the bus, I made my way to the clothing department, my mind buzzing with ideas for my new cosplay outfit. Today marked the beginning of a new adventure, and I couldn't wait to see where it would take me.
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In the department store, I was trying out different business attire. After three different outfits, I returned to the dressroom with my fourth choice.
I stood in front of the mirror, clad in the gray pantsuit with pinstripes. The fabric was smooth against my skin, and I adjusted the lapels of the blazer with a critical eye. The button-up white blouse underneath added a crispness to the ensemble, giving me an air of professionalism. I took a step back, admiring the way the outfit accentuated my figure while still maintaining a sense of authority.
As I glanced down at the black loafers, a pang of nostalgia washed over me. The shoes were practical, yet stylish, completing the formal ensemble. My gaze drifted to the simple black belt cinching at my waist, adding a touch of femininity to an otherwise masculine outfit.
However, despite the outfit's impeccable tailoring and undeniable sophistication, I couldn't shake the unease that settled in my chest. Memories of my high school days flashed through my mind, and I swallowed hard, pushing aside the unwelcome thoughts.
With a sigh, I peeled off the pantsuit, hanging it back on the rack with a sense of reluctance. "Not this one," I murmured to myself, my voice tinged with disappointment. The reminder of my former high school teacher, Hiratsuka-sensei, was a landmine I didn't want to touch. "I don't want Hikigaya to think about other women while having sex with me," I softly added.
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I slipped into the fitted white blouse, feeling the smooth fabric hug my curves in all the right places. The plunging neckline added a hint of allure, but I noted with satisfaction that it still maintained an air of professionalism. As I smoothed down the fabric, my reflection in the mirror revealed a woman radiating confidence.
Next, I slid into the high-waisted, knee-length black pencil skirt, admiring the way it accentuated my curves without being overly revealing. The fabric hugged my hips, emphasizing my silhouette in a flattering manner. I turned from side to side, appreciating the subtle elegance of the ensemble.
With a click of my heels, I slipped into the black, high-heeled pumps, feeling my posture straighten as I elongated my legs. The shoes added a touch of sophistication to the outfit, completing the look with finesse.
My gaze fell on the pair of black-rimmed glasses resting on the table nearby. I reached for them, sliding them onto my nose with a sense of satisfaction. The glasses added an intellectual appeal, further enhancing the 'teacher' aesthetic I was aiming for.
As I admired myself in the mirror, a mischievous grin tugged at my lips. "Now, for the perfect pair of underwear to go with this outfit," I mused aloud, my mind already wandering to lace and satin.
However, before I could elaborate further on my choice of undergarments, I caught sight of another shopper passing by and abruptly cut myself off. Clearing my throat, I quickly redirected my thoughts back to the task at hand, deciding it was best not to delve into such personal details in public.
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The soft glow of the evening sun streamed through the windows of Hikigaya's apartment, casting a warm hue over the living room where I stood, clad in my 'sexy teacher' cosplay outfit. I had spent the day perfecting the ensemble, from the fitted white blouse with its plunging neckline to the high-waisted black pencil skirt that accentuated my curves. With a mischievous glint in my eye, I had intended to surprise Hikigaya with my newfound confidence and allure.
As Hikigaya entered the room, his gaze immediately fell upon me, his expression a mixture of surprise and admiration. However, before he could utter a word, I took a step forward, my movements deliberate and seductive.
"Hey there, Hikkigaya-kun," I purred, my voice dripping with honeyed tones. "Care to join me for a little... after-hours lesson?"
But to my dismay, Hikigaya's response was not what I had expected. He shook his head slowly, his expression solemn. "No, Haruno. Not tonight."
Confusion clouded my features as I took a step back, my brows furrowing in disbelief. "But why? Don't you find me attractive in this outfit?" I demanded, my voice tinged with frustration.
Hikigaya sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It's not about that, Haruno. It's just... not the right time."
Anger flared within my chest, and I clenched my fists at my sides. "Then when is the right time, Hikigaya? When will you ever be ready?"
In the tense silence that followed, Hikigaya hesitated, his gaze fixed on the floor as if searching for the right words. Finally, after a long, dramatic pause that seemed to stretch on for an eternity, he spoke.
"I haven't had any condoms in the home since you and I used the last one yesterday," he admitted quietly.
A heavy silence settled between them, the weight of Hikigaya's words hanging in the air like an unspoken truth. I felt my heart sink as the implications of his statement sunk in.
Without another word, I turned away, my shoulders slumped with defeat. The excitement that had coursed through my veins moments ago now replaced with a deep sense of disappointment
As the evening wore on, I retired to bed early, my thoughts consumed by the implications of Hikigaya's revelation.
"Wait! What about dinner?"
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As the night stretched on, I lay in bed, my thoughts swirling with disappointment and frustration. In the quiet darkness of the room, I couldn't help but reflect on the events of the evening.
With a heavy sigh, I realized the mistake I had made. "I guess I got so caught up in my own excitement and desire," I murmured to myself, "that I failed to consider the bigger picture."
I understand now that sometimes, in the pursuit of our own desires, we can become blind to the needs and concerns of those around us. "Planning is important," I mused, "but so is being able to step back and see things from a different perspective."
With a newfound clarity, I resolved to approach situations with more foresight and understanding in the future. "Life doesn't always go according to plan," I concluded, "but it's how we adapt and learn from our mistakes that truly defines us."
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I forgot Hikigaya's dinner!