'So this is Yui-senpai, one of Mu-kun's girlfriends...' Serizawa Yukiha walked alongside the red-haired beauty, chatting and smiling. She responded in kind, but her thoughts wandered.
'She seems really nice.'
Remembering the times she'd watched them in the library—Mu-kun inside her, Yui-senpai gasping and moaning—Yukiha couldn't help blushing.
Hard to forget.
"Yui."
"Obata-senpai."
Girls from the basketball team greeted her as they passed. Near the indoor court, the team had already changed and left. Mu Xiaoxiao glanced at them—ordinary players, but athletes had a certain appeal.
His gaze returned to Obata Yui. In her sports shorts and sleeves, chatting with Yukiha—a completely different type from the black-haired girl.
Energetic. Youthful. The kind that stirred hormones.
They'd been together many times, but never like this. Maybe he should try cosplay more often? He rubbed his chin, scheming behind them.
"Yukiha, do you like Xiaoxiao?"
"Wh-why would you say that?" Yukiha panicked.
"Just a feeling." Obata Yui might seem carefree, but a girl's sixth sense was sharp. Yukiha's reactions were obvious.
She clearly cared about him.
"Mu-kun and I aren't..." Yukiha didn't know how to explain. She couldn't mention the pervert cleaner, the drugs.
"Just tell me—have you two done anything lewd?"
"..."
'So blunt?'
'Well... technically yes. Different circumstances, but I was helping Mu-kun...' Her hesitation told Yui everything.
"Aren't you mad, Yui-senpai?" Yukiha was curious. She didn't seem angry.
"It's fine. I expected as much. Xiaoxiao has so many women already."
They reached the locker room. "Wait for me—be right back!"
"Okay."
Yukiha waved, smiling. Beneath it, a flicker of joy. 'Yui-senpai doesn't mind, so maybe Mu-kun and I...'
She glanced at him. The moment Yui entered, he followed.
"Huh? Mu-kun?"
"Shh." He pressed a finger to his lips. Mischievous. "Business inside. Yukiha, keep watch. Don't let anyone in."
Yukiha: "..."
'What is he doing?'
Click—
He slipped inside. Empty except for the red-haired girl. Obata Yui froze, turning to see him grinning.
Clothes in hand, she hadn't even undressed.
"Xiaoxiao? What are you doing?"
He closed the door. Approached. Silence said everything.
She knew his intentions.
"No!" His hand found her waist. She grabbed it, flustered. "I haven't changed! I'm all sweaty!"
"I told you—I don't care."
He traced her palm. When she relaxed, he slipped past. Cupped her waist, her rear. The sports fabric hugged her perfectly.
Firm. Elastic. Smooth.
Basketball jersey...
Stimulating!
"But I care! Xiaoxiao, don't rush!" His touch weakened her. "Wait till we get home! Mom and I together—whatever you want! Let me shower first, change—"
"No. Can't wait." Firm. "I like you like this."
He breathed in her ear. "I love you in your basketball uniform, sweaty from practice. Feel."
He guided her hand down. She touched his hardness.
"Pervert." She pinched him, rolling her eyes. But she didn't refuse. Seeing his obsession made her happy. She reached inside, stroking him. "Yukiha's outside... What if she finds out?"
"So what?" His hand slipped beneath her clothes. Kneaded her firm flesh. "She knows everything."
"Huh?"
"All those times in the library. She watched. Knows all our secrets."
'What?!'
She hadn't known. Embarrassment flooded her. All those times—watched?
So shameful!
'Xiaoxiao's fault!'
Pressed against the wall, her underwear removed, her legs instinctively parted. He entered.
Fullness snapped her back.
"Ugh... Idiot! How can I face Yukiha now?! Xiaoxiao, you pervert! Yeah!"
Each thrust scattered her words.
"You've done it with your mom. What's the difference?" He held her close. Sweat and scent mingled. Her clothes—intoxicating.
"And—" He leaned close. "Knowing Yukiha's listening? Exciting, isn't it? That shy girl? She serviced me with someone watching. Braver than you."
"Huff... huff... I'll drain you dry, you big bad guy~~"
Outside, Yukiha stood guard. Flushed. Listening to faint sounds.
'Those two are really...'
'Making me stand guard? How awful!'
Yet, uncontrollably, her body responded. Wetness pooled.
Already soaked.