Sato Ruri bolted down the stairs in one breathless sprint. From a distance, she spotted Yūto Shō heading toward the school gate. The moment she saw him step through it, panic hit her like a jump-scare in a horror anime, and she chased after him without a second thought.
"Ruri-chan, what's up?"
Kirei Ryu, strolling along the street, blinked in surprise as Sato Ruri came barreling past her. She reflexively called out, but Sato Ruri was already tunnel-visioned, sprinting straight through the school gate and vanishing beyond it.
Kirei Ryu stared after her, baffled. Just minutes ago, she'd invited Ruri-chan to walk home together, and the girl had begged off, saying she was wiped and wanted to nap at her desk for a while. Now she was tearing down the sidewalk like the protagonist of a shoujo manga late for a fateful encounter.
Chasing someone?
For reasons she couldn't quite name, Kirei Ryu's mind flashed back to Yūto Shō's silhouette from moments earlier. Could Sato Ruri be chasing him?
Then again, given Ruri-chan's usual disposition, it seemed unthinkable. Sato Ruri had never so much as glanced twice at a boy — unless, of course, that particular boy was something more.
Something more?
Kirei Ryu's expression turned pensive, wheels turning behind her eyes.
Meanwhile, Sato Ruri had already caught up to Yūto Shō. Her chest heaved as she caught her breath, keeping a careful distance behind him — not too close, not too far, that classic tsundere shadowing range — and trailing after him.
Yūto Shō seemed to have completely forgotten she existed, walking along at an unhurried, almost lazy pace.
The girl stared blankly at his back, her heart hammering. A flicker of shame passed through her eyes — she felt like some lovesick stalker in a psychological drama, unable to look away from the object of her obsession.
At the same time, the maddening itch coiling low in her belly made Sato Ruri's legs go soft with every step. She fixed her gaze on Yūto Shō's figure ahead, occasionally sneaking a finger down to rub her stomach through her skirt, never daring to move too obviously, terrified of being noticed.
Even so, her heart pounded like the taiko drums in a festival scene, and her nerves were shot.
While trailing the boy, she tried to soothe herself internally, feeling utterly wretched, yet her burning body refused to let her stop.
Why haven't we gotten home yet?
The anxious thought flitted through the girl's mind like a lightning bolt.
...
Up ahead, Yūto Shō had long since clocked the girl trailing him. A dark spark flared in his chest, and his anticipation for the night ahead climbed higher.
Yūto Shō couldn't help but pick up his pace, eager to reach home and see just how thoroughly this once-untouchable girl had been reduced to a mess of need.
And so, the two arrived one after the other at Yūto Shō's front door. Yūto Shō opened it, stepped inside, and left the door cracked for the girl.
She lagged a few paces behind him, walking with visible difficulty, breathing hard with every step.
The relentless itch between her lower abdomen and thighs grew more excruciating by the second, but the sight of that door — deliberately left open for her, like an invitation in a visual novel — sparked something desperate in her eyes. She gritted her teeth and pushed forward.
The girl reached Yūto Shō's doorstep, cheeks flushed red, breath coming in short gasps.
...
At that exact moment, the door across the hall opened. Tachibana Hina had heard footsteps and assumed Yūto Shō was back — but when she peeked out, it was Sato Ruri slipping into Yūto Shō's apartment. She froze, thrown for a loop.
Sato Ruri couldn't have cared less. She shut the door.
Bang!
Tachibana Hina flinched at the sound, a complicated tangle of emotions curling inside her. Is Shō-kun planning to prove his condition to the girl he's been crushing on? she wondered privately.
...
The instant Sato Ruri shut the door, Yūto Shō — burning with hunger — closed the distance.
The girl had barely turned around before Yūto Shō pinned her against the door. He lowered his head and claimed her soft lips with domineering intensity, while his hand slid down along her belly, pressing through her skirt to the spot where he'd signed his name, kneading it roughly.
Sato Ruri's body trembled faintly. The strange itch beneath her lower belly was being violently ravaged — and instead of resisting, she let out a satisfied sigh, like a girl in the peak of summer swelter who finally bites into a perfect ice cream, the kind of relief that fills every corner of her being.
At the same time, her delicate little mouth was being ravaged by his, her lips reddening under the assault, yet she didn't feel the slightest discomfort. She closed her eyes and responded instead, awkwardly poking her tongue out, only for it to be seized and tormented mercilessly.
Yūto Shō held the girl, kissing and groping her, but slowly grew dissatisfied. His mouth pulled away from hers, and he dropped into a crouch, both hands reaching to unbutton her. The skirt tumbled to the floor, revealing the lower half of her body clad in safety shorts.
The tiny safety briefs were stretched taut by her plump ass, the outline of her chubby pussy clearly visible through the fabric. Across her flat lower belly, Yūto Shō's name was still scrawled in stark black ink. The whole tableau was obscene beyond words, and Yūto Shō's throat went dry as a desert.
….
Dazed and hazy, Sato Ruri suddenly felt a cool draft against her lower body. When she opened her eyes, she found her skirt was gone, and Yūto Shō was crouched in front of her, studying her up close like a predator.
A sudden wave of intense shame swept through Sato Ruri, snapping her mind sharp as a katana pull. She shyly reached down to shield herself from Yūto Shō's gaze — but Yūto Shō suddenly leaned in beneath her lower belly, tongue extended, and licked the spot where he'd signed. The girl's slender body shuddered violently.
"This is your reward." Yūto Shō looked up, teasing her, then returned his mouth to that same spot.
The girl looked down at him with a conflicted expression, but the conflict in her eyes was quickly swallowed by desire. Her gaze grew unfocused, her body trembling as if she'd been struck by Zeus's lightning.
The hands that had tried to push Yūto Shō away drifted involuntarily to rest on his head, fingers threading through his hair. At the same time, she let out a satisfied sigh, eyes narrowing to slits, her delicate frame slumping weakly against the door behind her.
...
Seeing this, Yūto Shō kept servicing her lower belly, his soft tongue tracing endless paths across her skin. Before long, Sato Ruri's fair belly was slick with his saliva, glistening lewdly.
But by now, the girl was past caring about any of that. Her brows knit softly as she panted, her tempting lips parted, her body limp against the door, head tipped back, hands clutching Yūto Shō's head tight, her beautiful face pure seduction — like a heroine mid-transformation-sequence lost to bliss.
Because of the way she cradled him, Yūto Shō's face pressed flush against her belly, and every breath filled his lungs with her fragrant scent, sending his blood roaring like a Super Saiyan power-up.
He kissed the girl's belly while gripping her ass, hands grasping, squeezing, kneading the soft flesh.
The girl, tormented from multiple angles, couldn't hold back a coquettish moan. She arched her hips, expression hazy, willingly offering her belly for him to worship.
Toying with her like this was pure adrenaline for Yūto Shō. He couldn't resist shifting his kisses lower, down to the slightly bulging safety pants, and stretched his tongue to lap at her beautiful pussy through the thin fabric.
"Mmn..." The girl's delicate body shuddered, brows drawing even tighter, teeth catching gently on her lower lip.
Such a shameful spot being roughly kissed by a man's mouth — even through her safety briefs, Sato Ruri felt her insides curl with mortification. Yet the kissed spot kept sending waves of ecstasy rippling through her. For a moment she felt like she was floating through the clouds, ascending like a Studio Ghibli dreamscape. Instinctively, she reached down and gently rubbed the signed spot Yūto Shō had just licked.
Yūto Shō carefully lapped at her safety briefs. Under his relentless stimulation, liquid seemed to seep from the girl's body, soaking through her panties and into her briefs, and then his tongue caught the taste.
A wonderful taste.
Yūto Shō panted heavily, burying his nose against her and inhaling deeply. Unable to endure the frustration of this scratching-an-itch-through-a-boot sensation any longer, he stood, scooped the girl up, and hurried toward the bedroom.