Note: I don't wish to steal anything from anyone. I don't own anything, and I'm doing it purely for entertainmentpurposes.
This story is Rated M for foul language and sexual content.
Please be aware that mostly everything I write is weird and outlandish, including this one. I apologize if my stories make you uncomfortable, but I like writing weird stuff.
I also ask you all to pardon any mistakes and OOCness. I'm not the most excellent writer by any means.
Characters are 18+.
"" = Speaking
Italics = thoughts
Bold = analepsis
Chapter 1
Hachiman POV
"Hikigaya, what the hell is this?" Hiratsuka-sensei asked, holding up a piece of paper. I couldn't make eye contact with her, fearing for my life.
"My essay," I answered apprehensively. I kept my distance from Hiratsuka-sensei in case I needed a head start.
"Don't be a smart ass with me, Hikigaya; I know what it is. Why is it the worst essay I've read in my life?" Hiratsuka-sensei questioned.
"Well, I think that's rather subjective," I told her. Hiratsuka-sensei balled up her fist and looked at me angrily, which made me reel back in fear.
"A-Alright, I get it. I'll redo it," I bargained. I finally made eye contact with her to see if she was satisfied with my answer. To my surprise, however, she looked like she was thinking about something.
"Come with me for a second," she said.
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After walking for what felt like forever, we finally came across a door. Sensei walked in shortly as I followed suit. The room looked like a storage facility with boxes, chairs, and desks stacked in the back.
"I believe I told you to knock before coming in, Hiratsuka-sensei," A feminine voice said. I looked over to where it came from. A lone girl sat in the middle of the room, reading a book. I felt a bit stunned just looking at her.
"You never respond when I knock, though," Hiratsuka-sensei argued, walking further into the room. I decided to stay by the door.
"That's because you don't wait for a response before walking in," The girl countered. The girl then looked at me, finally noticing my presence.
"So, who's the weirdo?" She asked bluntly. I furrowed my eyebrows at her question.
"I know this girl. She's in the most intelligent class in the school and the most well-known Student. Her name is Yukinoshita Yukino. There isn't a single person who doesn't know who she is," I internally monologued. I glared at her from where I was standing.
"He wants to join your club," Hiratsuka told her.
"I'm Hikigaya Hachiman from class 2-F," I introduced myself. I let go of my glare and scratched the back of my head. "Wait, join what club?" I asked myself. Hiratsuka-sensei turned to look at me.
"You will join this club as punishment for that horrendous essay you gave me. And no, you don't get a say in the matter," Hiratsuka-sensei said. I groaned in annoyance.
"Anyway," Hiratsuka began, turning toward Yukinoshita. " As you can see, he's as rotten as his eyes. That's why he stands before you as a pitiful loner." I rolled my eyes at her comment.
"While he's in your club, I'd like you to fix him. It's a personal request from me," Hiratsuka-sensei begged.
"I refuse," Yukinoshita swiftly denied. "Looking at this guy's eyes, I fear for my life," She explained, covering her chest.
"Oh please, as if I'd waste my time looking at that cutting board you call a chest," I thought, looking away. "Seriously," I convinced myself. I couldn't help but peek back for a second.
"Relax. This guy's not stupid enough to try anything. He's a grunt at best," Hiratsuka-sensei assured Yukinoshita. Hiratsuka-sensei crossed her arms under her bosom.
"Can't you just say I make smart decisions?" I rhetorically asked Sensei, only to be ignored.
"A grunt, huh? I see," Yukinoshita contemplated. Yukinoshita held her chin, thinking, then nodded her head.
"Not only did I get ignored, but she also agreed with Sensei," I thought in disbelief.
"Well, I can't deny a teacher's request. I'll do it," Yukinoshita reluctantly accepted.
"Good," Hiratsuka-sensei began, turning around. "I'm counting on you, Yukinoshita," Hiratsuka-sensei stated, walking out the door. Closing the door behind her, I heard her walk down the hallway due to the heels she had on, leaving us two to our lonesome.
I stood there dumbfounded as Yukinoshita went back to reading her book. I swallowed the lump that was in my throat.
"What the hell's going on? This scenario brings back cringeful memories. Anyway, I'm not going to fall for this obvious trap. The best way to avoid such situations is by asserting dominance," I inner-monologued.
I turned to look at Yukinoshita and glared at her. She sent one back at me, which made me withdraw from our staredown.
"Tch, I'm a coward," I thought to myself.
"Why don't you have a seat?" I heard Yukinoshita suggest.
"Huh? Oh, right, sorry," I voiced. I grabbed a chair from the back of the room and placed it as far away from Yukinoshita as possible. I couldn't help but squirm in place, looking to and fro.
"What?" Yukinoshita asked, clearly annoyed.
"Oh, it's just that there's a lot I don't understand," I confessed. I scratched the back of my head. It was a habit of mine whenever I got embarrassed. "What club is this anyway?" I asked her.
"Take a wild guess," She proposed. I looked around the room for context clues, only to come up short, leaving me with only one logical option.
"Literature club?" I guessed.
"And why's that?" She quizzed.
"Well, this room doesn't have much, so I went based on the fact that you've been reading a book this entire time," I explained, looking at her book.
"Wrong," She said, smirking. I let out a groan of aggravation.
"So what kind of club is it then? I asked again, crossing my arms.
"The point of this club is to do what we're doing right now," Yukinoshita answered. She closed her eyes and looked down at her lap.
"Yeah, I give up," I told her, shrugging my shoulders.
"Hikigaya, how many years has it been since you last talked to a girl?" She interrogated. Yukinoshita looked at me, anticipating my answer.
"I don't see how that's relevant to my question," I commented. Yukinoshita's question made me recall an event I'm not proud of, irritating me even more than I already was. However, I was brought out of my thoughts by Yukinoshita standing up and walking over to me.
"There are those who, out of their own heart's kindness, help those in need. We extend a helping hand. That's why this club exists. Welcome to the Service Club," She lectured, crossing her arms.
"Hiratsuka-sensei has requested me to fix you, so you're my responsibility now. I will help you solve your problem. Be grateful," Yukinoshita said.
"You bitch," I spat with venom. I furrowed my eyebrows and glared at Yukinoshita.
"Problem?" I began. I looked down at my lap and clenched my fists. "And what problem would that be?" I asked her, standing up.
Yukinoshita smirked arrogantly. "From what I can tell, you're all alone because you have a minuscule manhood," She announced proudly.
…
"Huh?" All sorts of anger and irritation I felt went out the window, and in its place was confusion. I was dumbfounded, flabbergasted; any other word you wanted to use for confused and in disbelief. That's not what I was expecting her to say at all.
"Excuse me!?" I questioned. I didn't know what else to say. I can't believe she actually said that.
"Do you have a tiny brain as well? Then, allow me to explain. You are rotten and twisted because you are insecure about your meager size, which hinders your ability to communicate with the opposite gender," Yukinoshita elaborated. She looked at me as if she didn't find anything wrong with what she said.
"W-Wha-What?" was all I could muster out. I was trying to wrap my brain around everything Yukinoshita told me.
"Now, don't worry, I'm here to help you; well, I can't fix your diminutive member problem, but I can help you increase your confidence," Yukinoshita declared, placing a hand on her chest. My brain finally caught up to the insanity.
"I don't have a small dick," I argued. She looked at me as if I offended her.
"Do you have to use such crude language?" Yukinoshita asked. I rolled my eyes at her question. "And lying is terrible, Hikigaya," She shot back.
"I'm serious," I deadpanned. No way in hell was I going to let Yukinoshita say I have a tiny dick.
"I don't believe you," Yukinoshita said bluntly. Yukinoshita crossed her arms and looked at me as if I was lying.
I chuckled in disbelief. "Oh, What? Do you want me to show you?" I asked rhetorically. Yukinoshita looked at me in disgust.
"You barbarian," Yukinoshita cringed. I simply rolled my eyes and shrugged my shoulders.
"What? You said you didn't believe me, so I figured you'd believe it if you saw it," I explained. I sat back down, believing we had finished our nonsensical charade. However, Yukinoshita didn't; she continued standing and looking at me, or more precisely, my crotch.
She looked to be having an internal dilemma based on her facial expression. Yukinoshita closed her eyes and placed her hand on her heart. After some time passed, she seemingly made up her mind as she deeply exhaled and nodded to herself.
Yukinoshita, surprisingly, walked and stood in front of me. I raised my eyebrow at her, confused by what she was planning.
"Whip it out," Yukinoshita suddenly ordered. My eyes widened in surprise.
"Huh?" I begged her to repeat. Yukinoshita blushed wildly, clearly not wanting to repeat it.
"Y-you heard me, w-whip it out," Yukinoshita reluctantly repeated.
"You can't be serious," I said. I looked at Yukinoshita as if she were crazy.
"I am very serious," She reassured. "If it proves that I'm right, then so be it," Yukinoshita elaborated. "Unless you know I'm right and are too scared to show me," She theorized. I laughed at her bold assumption.
"You really want to be wrong that bad?" I teased. I eyeballed her to see if she'd respond, but she didn't. "Well, okay then, but this was your idea, not mine," I told her.
"Well, technically, it was mine, but she's the one who wants to go through with it," I thought.
I first removed my black blazer to give myself more room and set it aside. Then, I slowly started undoing my belt buckle, purposefully giving Yukinoshita time to back out.
"Oh, for crying out loud, do I have to do it for you?" Yukinoshita said, dropping to her knees. She swatted my hands away so that she could do it instead.
"W-Woah, h-hey!" I exclaimed. I tried to stop her, but she insisted on doing it herself, so I let her. Yukinoshita quickly took off my belt, throwing it to the side. She then wrestled the button on my pants, undoing it rather swiftly. Lastly, she pulled down my zipper.
Yukinoshita looked up at me, expecting at least some help. I rolled my eyes and elevated my hips slightly. Yukinoshita's fingers caressed the top of my pants and underwear. She took a deep breath before pulling down my pants.
What Yukinoshita expected was to be met with a tiny penis. What she didn't expect, however, was to be smacked across the face by an eight-inch monster. Yukinoshita's eyes widened as her jaw hung open in shock. I let out a prideful chuckle, embarrassing Yukinoshita even more.
"I-I admit I was w-wrong," Yukinoshita confessed sheepishly. A wild blush was on both of our faces.
"I told you," I teased. I hooked my right arm around the chair and leaned back, smirking proudly.
"A-Are they all as b-big as y-yours?" Yukinoshita asked out of the blue. It could have been my imagination, but she seemed fascinated by it.
"Oh no, definitely not," I answered honestly. Although I lost the genetic lottery when it came to my eyes, the universe made up for it by giving me this monster in my pants.
"I-I s-see," Yukinoshita responded quietly. I was too busy basking in my victory that I didn't notice Yukinoshita slowly reaching out towards my cock with her right hand. Yukinoshita softly gripped the base of my shaft, making me look at her in surprise.
"W-Whoa, w-w-what are you doing?" I frantically asked her. Yukinoshita ignored my answer, clearly lost in thought.
"I can't even get my hand all the way around it," Yukinoshita whispered. She began slowly stroking my penis. Yukinoshita's stroking was a little haphazard as she seemingly didn't know what she was doing.
"W-Wait, w-we s-shouldn't be doing t-this," I stuttered. I tried to stop Yukinoshita, but my body disobeyed me, enjoying what she was doing despite her apparent inexperience.
"It got harder," Yukinoshita noted. My cock twitched in her hand as she sped up her stroking to a medium speed. I couldn't help but let out a grunt.
"H-How does it f-feel, H-Hikigaya-kun?" Yukinoshita asked. She looked at me, eagerly waiting for my answer.
"G-good actually, r-really g-good," I answered honestly, ignoring the sudden honorific she attached to my name. Yukinoshita felt some sort of pride and refocused on my penis. She soon started getting the hang of it. I couldn't help but push my pelvis further into her hand.
"Oh shit," I whispered in pleasure. My breathing became erratic. I quickly dropped my pants to my ankles to give Yukinoshita more room.
"Am I going insane, or is THE Yukino Yukinoshita giving me a handjob? You know how many guys would kill to be in my position right now?" I thought.
Quite honestly, if she had more experience, it'd feel even better than when I did it myself due to Yukinoshita's incredibly soft hands. Granted, it was still one of the most incredible experiences I've ever felt, although I greedily wanted more.
"S-Spit on it," I told her.
"H-Huh?" Yukinoshita questioned. Although Yukinoshita was confused, she obeyed nonetheless. She accumulated as much saliva as she could in her mouth and carefully slobbered onto the tip of my cock. Her drool quickly cascaded down my shaft.
"L-Like that?" Yukinoshita asked.
"Y-Yeah, that'll work," I answered. Yukinoshita resumed her handjob, this time with a bit more vigor, as she was eager to see how much of a difference her saliva could make. And a big difference it was. Her saliva added an extra pleasurable punch that her dry hand couldn't.
"H-How's that? Does that feel even better?" Yukinoshita questioned.
" Y-Yeah. A lot better," I responded truthfully. Yukinoshita's saliva took her handjob to another level.
Yukinoshita made sure to apply more of her spit whenever she could to keep my dick lubricated. Faint, slick noises occupied the clubroom from Yukinoshita's slippery handjob, along with my occasional moans and grunts.
"C-Can you use both hands?" I asked her. Although Yukinoshita's handjob felt great, her one hand wasn't enough to completely satisfy my entire length. Yukinoshita nodded her head once with a stuttered grunt. She placed her left hand below her right. Yukinoshita's left hand softly gripped near the base while her right was closer to the tip.
Yukinoshita began pumping her hands in synchronization. Now, with both of her hands, she was able to stroke the majority of my cock. Furthermore, the slick noises in the clubroom increased twofold. Yukinoshita sent electric shocks through my spine after every pump.
"O-Oh, t-that f-feels A-Ah a-amazing. Y-You've gotten very g-good at th-this," I told Yukinoshita. My compliment seemingly pleased her as she increased her speed to a swift pace. I couldn't stop myself from moaning due to Yukinoshita's unrelenting onslaught.
"Oh, f-fuck," I whispered. I felt a rapid build-up in my pelvis. "I-I'm about to c-cum," I announced. Yukinoshita's eyes widened slightly in shock, but it quickly turned into uncertainty, now unsure of what to do. Unfortunately for her, I was unable to delay my climax any longer.
I moaned aloud as I ejaculated intensely. My semen shot out forcefully like a hose, coating whatever was in front of me, which was Yukinoshita. I painted Yukinoshita with my hot seed as I pumped load after load. My cum covered her face, and some even got on her hair, hands, and uniform. After some time, my orgasm finally subsided.
"I-I'm s-sorry; I couldn't s-stop," I apologized. I deeply inhaled and exhaled, desperately trying to catch my breath.
"I-It's a-alright," Yukinoshita responded. Yukinoshita calmly stood up and walked over to a cabinet. She pulled out a box of tissues and walked back over to me. I watched as Yukinoshita silently cleaned herself of my semen.
She started with her face, wiping away my semen with tissues. Yukinoshita then removed as much of my cum from her hair as she could. Lastly, she tried to clean her uniform, but to no avail, as there were still wet stains where my seed once was.
"H-Hachi-kun," Yukinoshita suddenly whispered, tossing the dirty tissues aside for now. I made eye contact with her and noticed her eyes were hazy.
"Y-Yeah?" I asked, a little apprehensive.
"I-I feel strange," Yukinoshita said slowly.
"S-Strange? Strange how?" I questioned.
"I-I feel h-hot inside," Yukinoshita tried to explain, grinding her thighs together.
"U-Umm, o-okay? W-Where?" I inquired, looking just above her thighs. Based on her strange behavior, I already suspected where she could be referring.
"In here," She answered, rubbing her lower abdomen with her right hand.
"I-I s-see," I voiced. Yukinoshita folded up her skirt and showed me her wet, stained panties. My eyes widened like saucers.
"C-Can y-you h-help me?" Yukinoshita asked. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
"D-Did she just basically ask me to fuck her? What is going on? What should I do?" My mind was going a million miles a second. I didn't know what to do; However, it seemed like my dick decided for me. My now erect cock twitched in excitement.
"Oh, to hell with it," I thought. I nodded my head at her, which noticeably got her excited. Yukinoshita quickly dropped her panties, exposing her moist entrance. I grabbed Yukinoshita's waist and pulled her over to me as her panties hung onto her left leg only.
Yukinoshita hovered over my sitting form. I aimed the tip of my penis and poked her sopping entrance. Yukinoshita took that as the go-ahead and slowly lowered herself onto me. We both simultaneously moaned as her walls enveloped me.
However, the tip of my cock suddenly ripped through something that made Yukinoshita noticeably in pain. Yukinoshita harshly sucked in air through her teeth and gripped my shoulders.
"Did I just break her hymen? Holy shit, I took Yukinoshita's virginity," I thought.
"A-Are you alright?" I asked concerningly. Yukinoshita slowly nodded her head. She took a moment to allow the pain to cease. Once the pain faded, Yukinoshita nodded her head once more at me.
She continued her descent until she couldn't fit any more of me inside her. Yukinoshita moaned as my tip hit her cervix. My cock forcefully parted her walls.
"Damn, you're tight," I told her.
"I-I've n-never felt s-so f-full," Yukinoshita whispered. Yukinoshita was now sitting in my lap, chest to chest. She wrapped her arms around my neck as I held her waist.
Yukinoshita took a second to adjust to my size. Once accustomed, Yukinoshita stared at me in confusion. If I had to guess, she didn't know what to do next. I lowered my hands and positioned them under her ass. I lifted her up and slowly lowered her back down. Yukinoshita shuddered from the feeling.
I repeated the movement of raising and lowering her onto my shaft. Yukinoshita soon understood what to do and met me halfway. The chair we were on started creaking from the amount of pressure we applied to it. Yukinoshita filled the clubroom with her lewd moans.
"D-Don't s-stop," Yukinoshita stuttered. Yukinoshita began drooling from the amount of pleasure she was experiencing.
"Y-You like that?" I asked rhetorically. The answer was obvious, given that Yukinoshita looked high on lust.
"M-Mmhmm," Yukinoshita moaned, nodding her head. "I-It feels s-so good, H-Hachi-kun," She said.
I-I can make you f-feel better," I mentioned. Yukinoshita's eyes widened and sparkled. She eagerly nodded her head, wanting me to pleasure her more. Yukinoshita stopped bouncing as I started by unbuttoning her black blazer.
Realizing what I was doing, Yukinoshita removed her black blazer. I then untied her red ribbon and tossed it to the side. Lastly, I unbuttoned her dress shirt, exposing her bra. I tried removing it, but Yukinoshita stopped me. She covered her chest in embarrassment.
"You know I don't care if you have small breasts or not," I told her. Yukinoshita looked at me in surprise.
"R-Really?" She asked. Yukinoshita seemed like she didn't believe me. After all, Yukinoshita's knowledge of the male gender is that they prefer more prominent breasts, but I didn't really care.
"Yeah," I answered her honestly. Yukinoshita stared into my eyes, trying to see if I was lying. Seeing that I wasn't, Yukinoshita uncovered her chest, allowing me to take off her bra and see her petite breasts.
They weren't as small as I had imagined, but they were still far from what you could call big. I pinched Yukinoshita's right nipple, causing her to squeak. I then started massaging her right breast.
"H-How does it f-feel?" I asked.
"G-Good," Yukinoshita responded. Little did she know, I was just getting started. I leaned forward and licked her left nipple, causing Yukinoshita to shiver. Seeing as she enjoyed that, I gave her nipple a light nibble before playing with it with my tongue.
My cock twitched inside of Yukinoshita, not wanting to be forgotten. As such, I started bouncing Yukinoshita on my lap again. Yukinoshita helped me out by meeting me in the middle.
Yukinoshita filled the room with loud moans once more, this time feeling more pleasure than ever before. My assault sent electric shocks throughout Yukinoshita's spine.
"O-Oh, H-Hachi-kun, i-it f-feels i-incredible," Yukinoshita exclaimed. Yukinoshita seemingly had never been this stimulated before in her life. She suddenly felt something rapidly build up inside her.
" I-I f-feel a-s-something-coming!" Yukinoshita announced. Yukinoshita was a little confused as she'd never experienced her orgasm before.
"D-Don't worry, just let it all out," I told her, taking my mouth off her nipple. Yukinoshita took that opportunity and smashed her lips onto mine. It was a very sloppy kiss, as we were both inexperienced.
Yukinoshita moaned into my mouth as she experienced her orgasm for the first time. Yukinoshita's eyes rolled to the back of her head in euphoria. Yukinoshita's love juices coated my pelvis.
Her walls tightened around me with a vice grip, causing me to separate our lips and moan out in pleasure. With how tight and wet Yukinoshita was, I was reaching my limit as well. I increased my thrusting pace despite Yukinoshita still experiencing her climax.
"O-Oh, oo-ooh, H-Hachi-kun! W-Wait, I-I'm s-still s-sensitive!" Yukinoshita yelled. I ignored her cries as I continued plowing into her. I quickly felt my climax coming. I know I need to pull out, but it feels just too damn good.
I plunged as deep inside Yukinoshita as I could and unloaded my seed into her womb, causing both of us to moan loudly. My shaft pulsated as it pumped hot semen into Yukinoshita's womb, quickly filling it. I could feel myself ejaculating more than last time.
After some time, our climaxes finally subsided. Our bodies went limp as we desperately tried to catch our breath. We sat there in silence, coming down from our high
"S-So f-full," Yukinoshita whispered slowly. Yukinoshita's words brought me back to reality.
"Oh, fuck! What have I done? I just came inside of her. I'm so dead," I thought frantically. My eyes widened in fear.
"Calm down, Hachi-kun," Yukinoshita said. Yukinoshita could tell that I was internally freaking out based on my facial expression.
"Calm down? How can I be calm right now? How are you so calm? You do understand what we just did, right?" I interrogated.
"Yes, Hachi-kun, I understand how the human reproductive system works; However, freaking out is the last thing we should do right now," Yukinoshita explained. She promptly stood up, sliding my penis out from inside her.
"Clean yourself up," Yukinoshita told me. She grabbed the tissue box again, pulled a couple of tissues out for herself, and then handed me the box.
"With how much I came, I doubt I didn't get you pregnant," I said, cleaning up my pelvis.
"Don't worry. Today was my safe day," Yukinoshita stated, cleaning her entrance from my leaking cum. I let out a sigh of relief.
"Now, I doubt I have to tell you that whatever happened in this room does not leave this room, yes?" Yukinoshita asked rhetorically. I nodded my head in response.
"Good. Nothing will happen so long as nobody knows," Yukinoshita said.
I simply hummed in response. After cleaning myself up, I stood to put my clothes back on and helped Yukinoshita throw away the dirty tissues. An awkward silence soon overcame the room.
Yukinoshita and I stood before each other, not knowing what to do or say next. I fidgeted in place, as social interaction wasn't my strong suit.
"S-S-So," I began, wanting to break the silence. Despite being horrible at icebreakers, I did have a question I wanted to ask.
"Y-Yes?" Yukinoshita quizzed.
"A-After what we just d-did, umm, what does that make u-us?" I asked. Yukinoshita was caught off guard by my question; However, judging by her face, she went into deep thought.
"I-I'm not s-sure. I'm not experienced enough in this department," Yukinoshita admitted after some time.
"Y-Yeah, neither am I," I stated truthfully.
"W-Well, we certainly aren't strangers, and I don't believe friends do the sort of things we did," Yukinoshita said.
"R-Right," I agreed. "S-So does that mean…we're in a r-relationship?" I questioned. Yukinoshita's face grew bright red at the thought, and I couldn't stop myself from doing so, either.
"I-I m-mean, unless you don't want to, of course!" I quickly interjected. I didn't want to force anything onto Yukinoshita.
"No!" Yukinoshita quickly exclaimed. "I-I mean, I-I wouldn't mind," Yukinoshita answered sheepishly.
"T-Then I guess it's settled," I said.
"However, I have a couple of requests," Yukinoshita interjected. I looked at her and nodded, waiting to hear her request.
"Firstly, if we are going to be in a relationship, I believe we should act naturally in public," Yukinoshita advised.
"Act naturally?" I questioned, raising my left eyebrow.
"Yes, act naturally. Consider it as a safety precaution. So long as we interact with each other the same way we did before our incident out in public, I doubt anyone would get suspicious of us," Yukinoshita explained.
"Although it makes sense, how are we going to interact?" I asked.
"In here, of course," Yukinoshita began. She held out her arms, emphasizing the room we were in. "We can do whatever we want behind the closed doors of the Service Club," Yukinoshita finished.
"I see," I drawled on.
"Now, secondly, I want you to call me by my first name, in private, obviously," Yukinoshita said.
"O-Okay, that doesn't sound too bad," I stuttered. Yukinoshita looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to say it.
"A-Anything e-else, Y-Yukino?" I muttered. We both blushed brightly in embarrassment.
"L-Lastly, please allow me to have…your person. Whenever, wherever," Yukinoshita declared.
"My person? Is she referring to my availability? If so, that's a harsh way to phrase it. Well, since I don't have any friends, I'm pretty much available at any time," I thought. I nodded my head in agreement.
"Whenever, wherever?" Yukinoshita pushed.
"Whenever, wherever," I assured. With that being Yukinoshita's final request, I guess we were now somewhat officially dating. I felt like I was about to throw up, not from disgust, of course, but from being extraordinarily jittery, like I had butterflies in my stomach.
"S-So, is there anything you wish of me? Like maybe something to call you?" Yukinoshita asked.
"N-No, I-I don't mind. C- Call me whatever you want," I told Yukinoshita. She simply nodded her head in response. We stared at each other in silence. I watched Yukinoshita, who seemed to want to say something else.
"W-What?" I asked. Yukinoshita blushed as she twiddled her fingers.
"Y-You were my first k-kiss," Yukinoshita stuttered timidly.
"Of all the things we just did, that's what you're embarrassed about?" I thought. I quickly shook off the thought as I had to respond.
"S-Same," I replied. I thought back to when Yukinoshita smashed her lips onto mine. "A-Although, it wasn't the prettiest," I commented. Yukinoshita merely nodded her head in response. Another moment of awkward silence overcame us.
"W-Would you like to do it again?" I asked. Yukinoshita eagerly nodded her head. Yukinoshita closed the distance between our faces. Since we were both inexperienced kissers, we decided to wing it.
Yukinoshita wrapped her arms around my neck as I wrapped mine around her slim waist. We slowly leaned forward until our lips connected. Due to how sloppy our kiss earlier was, I couldn't feel how soft her lips were until now.
Not to mention, our kiss this time was considerably better but still a bit awkward and clumsy. We separated for air after some time, flustered. Yukinoshita stared at me thoughtfully. I raised my eyebrow at her, silently questioning her.
"You are not a very good kisser, Hikigaya-kun," Yukinoshita told me bluntly. I scoffed at her statement.
"Cut me a break. I've never been in a relationship, let alone kissed someone," I replied.
"Which is something I am curious about. You say you've never been in a relationship, which I believe," Yukinoshita started. I rolled my eyes at her little comment.
"Gee, thanks," I thought.
"However, you seem somewhat experienced in sex. Why is that?" Yukinoshita finished. I blushed at her question since the reason was rather embarrassing. I scratched the back of my head and sighed.
"I, uh, kinda learned from reading light novels and manga," I admitted sheepishly. Yukinoshita looked at me disappointingly. She sighed and shook her head.
"No boyfriend of mine will be reading trash like that," Yukinoshita said.
"Well, if not for that "trash," y-your b-boyfriend would be just as inexperienced as you," I argued, albeit a little embarrassed for calling myself her boyfriend. Yukinoshita held her chin in thought.
"Hmm," She hummed. "Perhaps you may be correct; However, you will not need them from here on out," Yukinoshita stated. I reluctantly nodded my head, deciding not to argue back.
"Ahem," Yukinoshita cleared her throat. "Now, shall we continue? You still need improvement," She said. I nodded my head in response. We leaned closer to each other once more. However, before we could do anything, we were interrupted by the clubroom door abruptly opening.
"I'm coming in, Yukinoshita," Hiratsuka-sensei announced. I practically jumped out of my skin. Yukinoshita also seemed startled.
"S-Sensei, I told you to knock!" Yukinoshita complained angrily.
"Yeah, sorry," Hiratsuka-sensei half-heartedly apologized. I quickly composed myself as Sensei walked up to us.
However, before anyone else could say anything, Hiratsuka-sensei's nose twitched as she smelled the air. She seemed noticeably troubled. Hiratsuka-sensei looked at Yukinoshita in confusion as it mainly came from her.
"What's the matter, Sensei?" Yukinoshita asked.
"No offense, but you smell kinda funky," Hiratsuka-sensei stated. My blood turned cold as I realized Sensei smelled my semen on Yukinoshita.
"Is that so?" Yukinoshita questioned. Yukinoshita smelled herself and pretended to be concerned. "Oh dear, you're right, Sensei. It seems that this creature's scent latched onto me even just being near him," Yukinoshita insulted. I rolled my eyes at Yukinoshita's taunt.
"S-So, how much of our conversation did you hear?" I asked Sensei, quickly changing the subject.
"Hmm? Oh, not much. I just got here," Hiratsuka-sensei answered. "It looks like you're having trouble fixing Hikigaya's problem, though," Hiratsuka-sensei said, referring to what Yukinoshita had said right before Sensei walked in. Thankfully, Yukinoshita was quick to come up with a response.
"W-Well, at first, I had a theory, but it was proven to be w-wrong. I believe I may have found a new solution, though," Yukinoshita declared, blushing slightly. Hiratsuka-sensei and I looked at her in curiosity, wondering about her solution. However, before we could ask, Yukinoshita continued.
"However, the biggest issue is that he doesn't even know he has problems," Yukinoshita stated. I was a little confused about why she would say that until I remembered her earlier statement about a safety precaution. Something along the lines of "Acting naturally around other people."
"Tch, don't give me that crap," I barked. "Like hell, I need to change. I don't need people telling me who I should be, damnit," I ranted, crossing my arms.
"You're just running away," Yukinoshita posited.
"But isn't changing myself also running away? Why can't you accept who you were and who you are?" I questioned.
"That doesn't solve any problems and won't help anyone either," Yukinoshita hissed. Her tone slightly took me aback as I wasn't expecting her to be so passionate.
"Calm down, you two," Hiratsuka-sensei intervened. "Ahem! In cases where two opinions collide, it's a time-honored tradition in kids' manga to settle things with a battle," She stated. A naughty battle crept into my mind, but I quickly shook it off.
"What on earth are you on about?" I asked Sensei.
"I'm trying to say that this club is now the stage for a battle to see which of you is the best to serve!" Hiratsuka-sensei announced, pointing her index straight ahead at nothing in particular.
"That's some crazy mental gymnastics right there," I said.
"The winner can order the loser to do anything they want. How does that sound?" Hiratsuka-sensei declared.
"I know she said "Anything," but does that even matter anymore?" I thought. I looked at Yukinoshita, who was looking at me, to see her reaction. She surprisingly didn't seem too perturbed. I guess that since we are in a relationship, she's not scared of potentially losing to me and having to do what I tell her.
"Very well. I accept this battle," Yukinoshita approved while smirking.
"Oh? Aren't you scared?" Hiratsuka-sensei teased, to which Yukinoshita shook her head.
"Why would I be? I would never lose to a grunt like him," Yukinoshita said. I know she said to act naturally, but damn.
"That settles it," Hiratsuka-sensei stated, pointing at Yukinoshita.
"Wait, I didn't even get a say in the matter."
—
The Next Day
I found myself standing in front of the clubroom's doors. I took a deep breath before sliding the door open. Yukinoshita sat gracefully in the middle of the room, reading her book. She perked up, hearing me open the door.
"G-Good Afternoon, Hachi-kun," Yukinoshita greeted timidly. A slight blush covered her face.
"Y-Yo," I replied. I walked over to my chair and sat down, setting my bag aside. I jerked my head to the side as I heard Yukinoshita scoot her chair closer to mine. She got so close to the point our shoulders were inches apart.
"H-Hey, so I wanted to ask you something," I began, striking up a conversation. Yukinoshita looked at me in anticipation.
"Yesterday, you told Sensei, "You believe you may have found a new solution." I recounted. Yukinoshita nodded her head in confirmation.
"So, what's your new running theory and solution to my supposed problem?" I asked.
"Well," Yukinoshita started. "I learned a substantial amount of information yesterday after all we did," She explained. "Which led me to believe my initial theory wasn't too far off," Yukinoshita said. I looked at her, confused, as she was wrong about me having a small dick.
"Now, I know what you're thinking. Yes, I was wrong about your..manhood," Yukinoshita quickly interjected. "However, part of my initial theory is that you have trouble with the opposite gender, which is still true," She elaborated. I furrowed my eyebrows at her.
"Don't look at me like that. You said it yourself yesterday that you've never been in a relationship before. Isn't that correct?" She questioned.
"Yeah," I confirmed slowly, still unsure where she was going with this.
"And so that is my theory. You are rotten and twisted because of your lack of relationships," Yukinoshita revealed.
"Okay, so how do you plan on solving that?" I asked.
"I already am," Yukinoshita answered. "I am your g-girlfriend, aren't I?" She questioned while blushing, which caused me to blush as well.
"Y-Yeah, I suppose you're right," I said.
"A-and taking that into consideration, s-shall we continue where we left off yesterday?" Yukinoshita asked me.
"S-Sure," I stuttered. Yukinoshita leaned forward and softly planted her lips on mine. I reciprocated her affection. Despite this, however, something about her bothered me.
"There's something I don't understand and haven't thought about until now. Why is Yukinoshita even willing to be my girlfriend? I know we did various sexual things yesterday. However, taking into consideration the type of person I thought Yukinoshita was, wouldn't she want to burn me alive rather than be in a relationship with me? Unless it's because I pleasured her and made her experience her orgasm for the first time. Hmm, no, that can't be. There's no way a girl like Yukinoshita would get addicted to sex, right?"
"Not to mention, what did she mean by "my person." I initially thought Yukinoshita wanted me to be there for her whenever she wanted, but if that were the case, wouldn't she phrase it as so? I don't know, it all seems strange," I thought.
Yukinoshita pulled away and looked at me concerningly.
"You seem distracted, Hachi-kun. Is everything alright?" She questioned.
"H-Hey, umm, can I ask you a question?" I asked. I had a theory and wanted to know if I was right. Yukinoshita nodded her head in response.
Do you have any friends?" I interrogated her. From what I understand, Yukinoshita is a reserved person, so I doubt she did, but based on what happened yesterday, perhaps my interpretation of her character is incorrect.
"I-I don't," Yukinoshita admitted. "Why ask?" She questioned.
"W-Well, you seem like the type people would like, so why don't you have any friends?" I inquired. Yukinoshita's expression saddened.
"I don't think you'd understand," Yukinoshita began. "I've always been cute, so pretty much any guy who has approached me had feelings for me, which caused my peers to hate me. In elementary school, People hid my indoor shoes about sixty times; fifty of those times were girls," Yukinoshita explained.
"Sounds like a pain," I told her. I felt bad for her but knew she didn't want or need my pity.
"It seems like my theory was correct. Yukinoshita may not admit it, but she also lacks experience not just in a relationship but with people in general, albeit not as bad as me. Because of her looks, Yukinoshita's peers ostracized her for most of her life. Thus, it brings me to the conclusion that perhaps she wants to be my girlfriend so she isn't alone anymore," I thought.
"Indeed, it was," Yukinoshita responded. I began to think that the two of us are slightly similar, which is rather unlike me. Perhaps the two of us…
"Hey, Y-Yukino," I began. She looked over at me, making me scratch the back of my head. "If you want, I could be your friend-"
"Not gonna happen," Yukinoshita swiftly denied. I perked up in surprise.
"What? I didn't even finish talking," I said.
"Don't you remember what I told you yesterday? If we were to become friends, people might get suspicious," Yukinoshita explained.
"Yeah, but you also said we only had to in public," I argued. Yukinoshita blushed wildly and hid her face behind her book.
"I don't need a friend if I have something more, dummy," Yukinoshita answered. Now, it was my turn to blush.
"O-Oh, I-I guess you've got a point," I voiced.
It's not like I forgot that we were a thing. I just thought maybe I could also be Yukinoshita's friend if she wanted. Yukinoshita and I stared at each other in silence. She soon started leaning closer to me, and I followed suit. Our faces were mere centimeters away.
Knock Knock Knock
We both quickly recoiled back after hearing someone knock.
"C-Come in," Yukinoshita announced after we somewhat composed ourselves. The clubroom door slid open, revealing a well-endowed pink-haired girl.
"Excuse me," She said. She shut the door behind her before continuing. " I, like, came here cuz Hiratsuka-sensei told me to," She explained timidly. I slightly leaned back, which gave away my presence.
"Wh-What's Hikki doing here?!" The girl exclaimed. A look of surprise donned her face.
"I'm a member," I told her, slightly annoyed. "Wait, did she just call me Hikki? Who even is she?" I thought. As I was thinking, Yukinoshita stood up and got the mysterious girl a chair. Yukinoshita had placed it facing the two of us.
"Yuigahama Yui from class 2-F, right?" Yukinoshita questioned rhetorically. "Have a seat," Yukinoshita urged. Yuigahama's face lit up as Yukinoshita knew who she was.
Yuigahama sat down in the chair Yukinoshita got for her. "Oh, so you, like, know me?" Yuigahama asked Yukinoshita.
"Perhaps she knows everyone in this school," I suggested. Yukinoshita turned towards me and smirked.
"No, I had no idea who you were," Yukinoshita teased. Yukinoshita gave me a look as if to play along.
'That so?" I mused with a scowl.
"Don't let it bother you. It's my fault for not wanting to acknowledge your existence," Yukinoshita jabbed.
"Do you seriously think that's any consolation at all?" I asked sarcastically.
"I sense sarcasm," Yukinoshita noted. Yuigahama looked back and forth as we bickered.
"This club seems kinda fun!" Yuigahama beamed. "By the way, Hikki, you're, like, actually talking," She commented.
"Huh?" I questioned.
"Uh, y'know, like…" Yuigahama began, throwing up her hands and waving them side to side in defense. "You act totally different in class," She explained, playing with a strand of hair. "And it's, like, disgusting how much of a snob you are," Yuigahama said bluntly.
I furrowed my eyebrows and looked away. "Fuck you, slut," I called Yuigahama.
"Huh?!" Yuigahama shouted, swiftly standing up. "Who are you calling a slut? I'm still a vir-" Yuigahama cut herself off, embarrassed. "Wait, forget that!" She demanded.
"It's not that big of a deal, is it?" Yukinoshita questioned, trying to calm Yuigahama down.
"Huh? Of course, it's a big deal; I'm in my second year of high school, after all. I mean, what about you, Yukinoshita-san? Are you still a… you know?" Yuigahama rambled. Yukinoshita and I made eye contact for a split second before looking away.
"I'm not," Yukinoshita admitted. My eyes widened slightly in surprise.
"I can't believe she just admitted that. What happened to the whole 'low profile thing'?" I thought.
"See, it is a big deal. I wish my girl power was like yours," Yuigahama declared.
"Girl power? Seriously? Seems sluty to me," I said, wanting to take some heat off Yukinoshita.
"You did it again! I can't believe you can just call people a slut like that. You're a total creep, Hikki!" Yuigahama yelled at me.
"What's calling you a slut got to do with me being creepy? If anything, you calling me Hikki is creepy," I argued.
"You're so annoying! Disgusting! I can't believe this is happening," Yuigahama snarled.
—
"Huh? Cookies?" I questioned. We were now in the home-ec room, supposedly making cookies.
"She wants someone to eat her homemade cookies, apparently," Yukinoshita said, holding a bowl. Yuigahama, who was standing next to Yukinoshita, looked away in embarrassment.
"Since she lacks confidence in her cooking abilities, she'd like us to help her. That is her request, Yukinoshita explained.
"Why don't you just ask one of your friends or something?" I asked Yuigahama.
"W-Well, I don't want anyone to find out. Besides, my friends aren't down with serious business.
"Is that so?" I responded, not really caring.
"Yeah, and Hiratsuka-sensei said you guys grant wishes, right?" Yuigahama questioned.
"Wrong," Yukinoshita said. "The volunteers club will only help. We do not bring water to the horse; we bring the horse to water," Yukinoshita explained.
"That sounds kinda cool," Yuigahama admitted.
"So, what do you need me to do?" I asked, grabbing Yukinoshita's attention.
"You need only to taste them and give them your honest thoughts," Yukinoshita answered. I smiled to myself.
"Oh, I can do that," I said proudly. I sat on a little green stool I had placed behind the workbench. I watched as Yukinoshita taught Yuigahama how to bake cookies. Yukinoshita wiped a bead of sweat off her forehead.
"Now, you try," Yukinoshita told Yuigahama after demonstrating.
"O-Okay, I-I'll do my best," Yuigahama said, determined. As Yuigahama went to work, Yukinoshita approached me.
"Get up, Hikigaya-kun," Yukinoshita commanded.
"Huh? Why?" I questioned.
"So I can sit there," Yukinoshita said.
"No, find your own seat," I told her.
"If you haven't noticed, that's the only chair in the room," Yukinoshita argued.
"Come on, Hikki, just let her sit there. It's not like you're doing anything," Yuigahama gripped at me.
"No way, this is my seat," I retorted. Yukinoshita sighed. She then smiled, which only I could see.
"Fine, Have it your way," Yukinoshita said. I thought she had given up until Yukinoshita sat in my lap.
'Wh-What the hell are you doing?" I frantically asked.
"You didn't want to give up your seat, so you're now mine," Yukinoshita explained calmly. I looked at Yuigahama to see her reaction. She was looking at us apprehensively but didn't say anything.
"Please focus, Yuigahama-san," Yukinoshita said, trying to get her eyes off us.
"A-Ah right, sorry," Yuigahama apologized, refocusing on her cookies. Yukinoshita looked back at me and smirked. She had a sneaky glint in her eye that I didn't like the look of.
Yukinoshita looked back and observed Yuigahama very cautiously. Why? Because Yukinoshita started grinding her ass on my crotch.
"A-Are you crazy? What if she sees us?" I whispered in Yukinoshita's ear. My questions only made Yukinoshita grind a little faster. I could feel my dick start to harden.
"You say that, but the other you seems to like it," Yukinoshita whispered back. "Now, pull it out," She demanded quietly.
"You know how much shit we'd be in if she caught us? And whatever happened to the whole "act naturally in public" thing?" I asked rhetorically.
"Ah, ah, ah, Hachi-kun. Remember my condition? Whenever, wherever," Yukinoshita said.
"That's what Yukinoshita meant? Then, what even was the point of the safety precaution? Surely, she can't be thinking straight. I know I agreed to whenever, wherever, but right here and now, next to Yuigahama? That's absurd," I thought. I didn't know what to do. Should I go through with it? What if we get caught?
The logical part of me wanted to deny Yukinoshita's advances, but the more she grinded on me, the more that part of me disappeared. I could feel my erection desperately wanting to escape its confines and find its way inside Yukinoshita's warm and welcoming entrance.
"Fine, but you're taking the fall if she catches us," I told her. I decided to go against logic and side with my natural instincts.
Yukinoshita quietly elevated herself, allowing me to unzip my pants and pull my hard-on through the slit. Yukinoshita also took the opportunity to move her panties to the side. I aimed my tip at her entrance and guided Yukinoshita down.
Yukinoshita closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip as I entered her. I couldn't help but groan as Yukinoshita's walls tightly gripped me.
"You okay, Hikki?" Yuigahama asked without turning around.
"Y-Yeah, just a little uncomfortable on this s-stool," I answered.
"Should've given it to Yukinoshita," Yuigahama teased.
"N-Nah, I-I think I'm good," I denied. Yukinoshita deeply exhaled as my tip hit her cervix. I wrapped my arms around Yukinoshita's slim waist. Yukinoshita took a second to adjust to my size.
"Hey, does this look alright?" Yuigahama asked Yukinoshita, turning around with a mixing bowl. Luckily, Yukinoshita's apron and skirt were blocking what we were doing underneath.
"H-Huh? O-Oh, yes, it looks good," Yukinoshita answered. Yukinoshita and I were madly blushing.
"Are you guys okay?" Yuigahama asked, noticing we were acting weirdly.
"Y-Yes, Yuigahama-san, it's just a little hot, is all," Yukinoshita explained.
"I guess it is a little bit," Yuigahama agreed. "But why are Hikki's arms around you? It's kinda creepy," She wondered.
"W-Well," I chimed in. "W-We wouldn't want Yukinoshita to fall, now would we?" I reasoned. I tried to look as natural as possible to sell my response.
"I guess you have a point," Yuigahama said, returning to her workstation. Yukinoshita and I quietly sighed in relief.
"Hey, Yukinoshita-san, can you, like, remind me what to do here?" Yuigahama asked.
"W-Well, f-first, s-start by adding those ingredients into your bowl," Yukinoshita told her.
"These?" Yuigahama questioned, grabbing some random bag that was off to the side.
"Y-Yeah," Yukinoshita answered, not even looking at Yuigahama, leaving me to be the one on the lookout.
"T-Then, make sure to mix it well," Yukinoshita said. As she said that, Yukinoshita began rotating her hips circularly.
"Like this?" Yuigahama pondered, mixing whatever she had in her bowl. I started rotating my hips to help Yukinoshita.
"Y-Yeah, j-just like t-that," Yukinoshita stuttered breathly. Yukinoshita was clearly more focused on our love-making than helping Yuigahama. Yukinoshita's breathing became labored, clearly enjoying the movement inside her.
"Thank goodness this chick is an idiot," I thought, regarding Yuigahama's obliviousness toward us. Hell, if not for Yuigahama's presence, I probably would've bent Yukinoshita over the counter by now.
"Now what?" Yuigahama asked after mixing her ingredients.
"N-Now, combine that with the other b-bowl and ch-churn it," Yukinoshita answered. Yukinoshita began to slightly raise herself up and down my cock, very slowly, while still rotating her hips.
Yukinoshita leaned her head back onto my left shoulder and hooked her right arm around my neck above my right shoulder.
"Churn?" Yuigahama questioned.
"Y-Yeah, ch-churn," Yukinoshita said. Yukinoshita looked at me as if telling me to do it as well. I bucked my hips up to meet her. Yukinoshita bit her bottom lip to subdue a moan.
"I don't know what that means, but I'll do my best," Yuigahama said, determined. Yuigahama went to work as Yukinoshita and I continued sneakily fucking. The stool creaks occasionally if we accidentally put too much pressure on it.
"I honestly can't believe she hasn't caught us yet," I thought. I soon felt myself reaching my climax. I tapped Yukinoshita to try to let her know.
"A-Are y-you c-close?" Yukinoshita asked, directed towards me.
"Yeah, I think I did it," Yuigahama answered. "Now, what do I do?" She asked in return.
"A-Ah, a-all you've got to do now is p-pour it i-in," Yukinoshita said.
"You want me to pour it into this?" Yuigahama questioned, holding up a tray.
"Y-Yeah, just pour it all in," Yukinoshita sensually said, directed at me.
"Okay, if you say so!" Yuigahama giggled, doing what Yukinoshita told her to do.
I plunged as deep into Yukinoshita as possible and poured my semen into her womb. My hot seed caused Yukinoshita also to reach her orgasm.
I knew Yukinoshita wouldn't have been able to contain her moans, so I planted my lips on hers to muffle them. Yukinoshita happily reciprocated my kiss, moaning into my mouth.
"You okay, Yukinoshita-san?" Yuigahama asked without turning around.
"Mmhmm," Yukinoshita moaned. Yukinoshita's walls clenched down on my cock as it pumped load after load into her like it did yesterday. Our love juices mixed together. I separated my lips from Yukinoshita as our climax subsided. Yukinoshita and I let out a deep exhale.
"I-It's so hot," Yukinoshita stuttered, still in her lustful high.
"Huh? What is?" Yuigahama asked.
"T-The oven, dumbass," I quickly barked at her.
"Why do you have to be so rude, Hikki," Yuigahama pouted.
"I-I don't know, why are you such an airhead?" I teased, trying to act normal.
Our bickering brought Yukinoshita back down to earth. Before Yuigahama could turn around, Yukinoshita promptly stood up, took my cock out from inside her, and fixed her panties. I also took the opportunity and put my dick back in my pants.
Yuigahama finally turned around to look at me. Thankfully, Yukinoshita and I fixed ourselves before Yuigahama could see anything.
"Ahem." Yukinoshita cleared her throat, mostly to recompose herself but also to get our attention. "Now, Yuigahama-san, all that's left is to put in the oven," Yukinoshita told Yuigahama, changing the topic.
"Oh, right."
—
"How can you make that many mistakes at once?" Yukinoshita asked in bewilderment. Yukinoshita had one hand on her hip and the other holding her head in disappointment.
"Wha-? But I did everything you told me to do," Yuigahama wailed.
"Yeah, no wonder it turned out like this. I'm not much of a baker, but even I know Yukinoshita didn't give the greatest instructions on baking cookies," I thought. Granted, Yukinoshita was a bit preoccupied.
"It looks like a piece of charcoal. I think it might be poisonous," I said, holding up a burnt cookie, if you can even call it that.
"What're you calling poisonous?" Yuigahama asked, grabbing a piece. Yuigahama examined the cookie closely. "Maybe you're right," Yuigahama reluctantly agreed.
"Anyway, let's think about what we can do to improve," Yukinoshita advised.
"How about Yuigahama never steps foot in a kitchen again?" I suggested, sitting back down.
"Is that how you're going to solve things? Yuigahama questioned. "Maybe cooking just isn't for me. I just don't got it," Yuigahama mumbled, clearly upset.
"The only way we can solve things is through hard work," Yukinoshita said. "Yuigahama, you said you didn't have any talent, didn't you?" Yukinoshita asked rhetorically.
"Huh? Yeah," Yuigahama answered, slightly confused.
"Fix that mentality of yours," Yukinoshita commanded. "Those who don't even try don't have the right to envy those with talent. Those who fail do so because they can't imagine the effort put in by those who succeed," Yukinoshita monologued.
"B-But, everybody says they don't want to cook these days. I'm just not cut out for stuff like this," Yuigahama said sheepishly.
"Doesn't it embarrass you to blame others for your stupidity?" Yukinoshita questioned harshly. Yuigahama looked down at the floor, seemingly saddened. She gripped the side of her apron.
"So… so cool," Yuighama whispered.
"Huh?!" Yukinoshita and I inquired at the same time.
"You don't sugarcoat things at all. That is, like, so cool," Yuigahama beamed.
"Did you even listen to a word I said?" Yukinoshita asked, perplexed, clearly taken aback. "I believe I was quite harsh," Yukinoshita stated.
"You did say some pretty horrible things," Yuigahama admitted. "But, to me, it felt like it came from the heart. I could tell because I've always tried to fit in with everyone," Yuigahama said.
"Sorry, I'll do my best this time," Yuigahama stated, now more determined than ever. I decided to stand back up.
"Teach her how to do it right," I told Yukinoshita. "For real, this time," I thought to myself.
"I'll show you how to do it right, so try and follow along," Yukinoshita said.
"Yeah!" Yuigahama exclaimed. She beamed with happiness.
—
"They look completely different," Yuigahama observed.
"Yeah, and this time, Yukinoshita actually gave good instructions," I thought.
"I wonder what I should do to get through to her," Yukinoshita said to herself. I took one of Yukinoshita's cookies and took a bite.
"Mmm, pretty good."
"So, why are you two trying to make delicious cookies?" I asked, finishing my cookie.
"What are you trying to say?" Yukinoshita questioned.
"Come back here in like ten minutes. I'll show you what real homemade cookies are like," I told them proudly.
"My turn now."
—
Yukinoshita and Yuigahama took a bite out of 'my cookies.' They both gagged due to them being terrible.
"Is this your so-called 'homemade cookies'?" Yukinoshita asked.
"It ain't very tasty!" Yuigahama announced.
"That so? Sorry, I'll throw it away," I mumbled. I picked up the plate of cookies and took them over to the trash.
"Wait! You don't have to throw them away," Yuigahama said. She finished her cookie to try and make me feel better. "They're not that bad," Yuigahama consoled.
"Hmm? These are your cookies, though," I admitted. Yuigahama was confused by my confession.
"What's this all about?" Yukinoshita asked, also confused.
"Men are simple creatures. They get all nervous when all a girl does is talk to them. Just giving them cookies will send them to Cloud Nine. It doesn't matter if they taste terrible," I explained.
"Terrible?" Yuigahama questioned, clearly offended. "Shut up!" Yuigahama yelled. She started throwing trash at me.
"As long as you did your best, they'll be moved," I said, trying to defuse Yuigahama's anger.
"Is that how it works?" Yukinoshita pondered to herself.
"Would it move you, Hikki?" Yuigahama asked me.
"Me? Yeah, totally. Wait, I told you not to call me Hikki." I told her. Yuigahama donned a small smile.
"So, what are you going to do now, Yuigahama-san?" Yukinoshita asked.
"I'll figure it out my way. Thanks, Yukinoshita-san," Yuigahama answered.
—
"Mmm," Yukinoshita moaned, enjoying my soft kisses.
We were currently in the clubroom; However, rather than Yukinoshita sitting next to me, she was on my lap as we passionately kissed. Yukinoshita had her arms around my neck and slender fingers tangled in my hair as I held her waist. Yukinoshita separated our lips for a moment.
"Y-You've gotten better, H-Hachi-kun," Yukinoshita complimented, referring to the improvement in my kissing ability.
"T-Thanks," I barely managed to get out before Yukinoshita planted her lips on mine again. Our tongues danced together, swapping saliva. I disconnected, only to attack Yukinoshita with a flurry of pecks. Yukinoshita gasped in surprise but still enjoyed it.
"H-Hey, H-Hachi-kun, Was that the right thing to do?" Yukinoshita asked me all of a sudden. "Y-Yuigahama-san's request, I mean," Yukinoshita elaborated.
"Where's this coming from?" I asked, stopping my assault and catching my breath.
"I-I believe you should take up any challenge if it will help you grow. I think it would've helped Yuigahama out in the long run," Yukinoshita explained.
Perhaps if I were in the right state of mind, I would have said something about hard work betraying your dreams, but right now, my mind was clouded, as was Yukinoshita's.
I shrugged my shoulders and planted my lips on Yukinoshita's, which she happily reciprocated. We returned to our tongue wrestling match.
Knock Knock Knock
Both of our eyes widened in surprise; However, we quickly recovered. Yukinoshita swiftly separated our lips, got off my lap, and onto her chair.
"Come in," Yukinoshita said after recomposing herself.
"Yahallo!" Yuigahama cheerily greeted us, only to be met with our unamused gazes.
"What do you want?" Yukinoshita asked dryly, irritated.
"What? Am I not welcome here? Do you hate me, Yukinoshita-san?" Yuigahama questioned, clearly hurt.
"I don't. It's more of a dislike," Yukinoshita put bluntly.
"Damn, she did not like being interrupted," I thought.
"They mean the same thing in girl-speak!" Yuigahama argued.
"Anyway, do you need something?" Yukinoshita asked. Translation: How quickly can you leave?
"Y'know, as thanks for your help the other day, I baked you some cookies!" Yuigahama stated. She handed Yukinoshita a bag of cookies. Yuigahama then grabbed a chair and placed it on Yukinsohita's left, as I was on her right.
"I'm not hungry…" Yukinoshita stated. Yukinoshita tried to use that as an excuse to make Yuigahama leave.
"Cooking's pretty fun now that I've tried it," Yuigahama said, ignoring Yukinoshita's earlier statement. Yuigahama pulled out another bag of cookies for herself.
"Maybe I should make lunches next time or something. Let's have lunch together here, Yukinon," Yuigahama suggested. Yukinoshita looked at her apprehensively.
"No, I like eating alone, so I'd rather not," Yukinoshita denied. "Also, that Yukinon thing creeps me out, so stop it," Yukinoshita demanded.
Seeing as Yuigahama didn't seem like leaving, I decided to stand up and go myself. This was Yukinoshita's problem now.
"I wanted to talk to Yukinoshita about the whole "whenever, wherever" thing. We definitely can't be having sex in public, especially right next to someone. I mean, like Yukinoshita said, "That's what we have the clubroom for." But I suppose it can wait for now," I thought.
"Yukinon, I'm free after school, so I can help with this club if you need me. Just to pay you back, Y'know?" Yuigahama said, ignoring Yukinoshita once more.
Yuigahama's words stopped me in my tracks. I turned around and looked at Yukinoshita, who was looking at me. If Yuigahama were in this club, Yukinoshita and I wouldn't be able to keep our relationship a secret.
"That won't be necessary, Yuigahama-san," Yukinoshita responded professionally. Yukinoshita kept her composure so as not to give away her intent.
"What?! Why not?! I promise I can be helpful!" Yuigahama wailed.
"I seriously doubt that," Yukinoshita semi-joked, making Yuigaham pout. Seeing that Yukinoshita had diffused the situation, I left the clubroom.
"Hikki!" I heard Yuigahama call out to me. I turned around and quickly reacted to Yuigahama throwing a bag at me.
"As thanks. You helped out as well," Yuigahama said timidly. She gave me a light smile before going back into the clubroom.
I made it outside and sat down. I took out the cookie that Yuigahama made. It was somewhat heart-shaped and most definitely burnt.
"Holy shit, this looks sinister. It somehow even feels sinister, but if this is an expression of gratitude, I guess I'll accept it," I said to myself. I reluctantly scarfed down the cookie, gagging in the process.
"Oh, and stop calling me Hikki."
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That concludes this chapter. I hope you all enjoyed it. I would appreciate any constructive criticism anyone may have as I would like to improve my writing skills.
I may continue this story depending on the reception. If I do continue, this fic will essentially be about Yukino and Hachiman fucking throughout the story.
Of course, things will differ from the original story, but I will try to make it as accurate as possible. Yukino and Hachiman will also be very different themselves. For instance, I plan on making Yukino freakier as time goes on.
Also, if anyone's curious, I am working on the next chapter for "What Are Friends For," so expect that to come out sometime soon.