Thanks to pop culture, changing norms, and some Western influence, Japan's attitude toward sex was pretty chill. The adult industry? Totally
Thanks to pop culture, changing norms, and some Western influence, Japan's attitude toward sex was pretty chill.
The adult industry? Totally legal. Mainstream, even.
In a place like this, most people ended up exposed to something, whether they looked for it or not.
Kasumigaoka Utaha had never actually "eaten pork," but she'd definitely "seen the pigs run." And when it came to bedroom theory?
Let's just say she could teach a class.
Tonight, though, she was ready to graduate. She had a plan — bold, flirty, and designed to leave Touji speechless.
Yes, a night raid.
A real, actual night raid!
Kasumigaoka Utaha had secretly fantasized about one for a long time now!
The thrill of the dark, the tension of sneaking in unnoticed, doing unspeakable things to a slumbering person—
Just imagining it sent little shivers of excitement down her spine!
Her wine-red eyes shimmered with a dazed gleam, a faint blush creeping up her snowy, porcelain-like cheeks.
Her face was heating up so much, she swore she could fry a tamagoyaki on it!
"…"
"Huh?"
"Why are you blushing like that? Something's not right."
On the way to their go-to supermarket, Thumb, Kasumigaoka Touji casually turned to look at her—only to be caught off guard.
He blinked. Then blinked again. His gaze narrowed suspiciously.
Just moments ago, Utaha-san had been acting relatively normal. Maybe a little more affectionate and clingy than usual, but still within reasonable bounds.
Now?
Her cheeks were crimson, glowing like the sunset sky. That absent-minded smile on her face, that slightly dazed expression… it didn't take a genius to figure something was definitely up.
Touji scratched the back of his head, puzzled.
Wait. Did I accidentally say something weird earlier?
No… He quickly dismissed the idea. He hadn't done anything out of the ordinary. All he did was hold her hand…
So why did she look like she just had a steamy dream in broad daylight?
"I-I might be a little hot. That's all. Nothing wrong!"
Startled by Touji's sudden voice, Utaha felt her heart skip a beat. Her brain screamed panic, but her face shifted with practiced calm.
Come on, this was her we were talking about.
A veteran when it came to theory, she immediately composed herself with the ease of someone who had written countless questionable light novel scenes.
She even released his hand and started fanning herself with a straight face.
"It's seriously hot out today, don't you think?"
…Who's she trying to fool?
Touji looked at her like she had just declared herself the Queen of Mars.
He let out a long sigh, half-amused and half-defeated. His eyes gleamed with mischief.
"Is that so?" he said, dragging the words out on purpose.
With a playful glint in his eyes, he leaned closer—close enough to see the warmth lingering in her wine-colored eyes, close enough to see that faint, embarrassed twitch at the corner of her lips.
"Utaha-san~" he whispered with mock seriousness. "Confess. Just now, what exactly were you thinking?"
"Confess and be forgiven. Resist and suffer stricter punishment!"
"…Were you thinking of something ecchi, perhaps?"
Step by step, Touji advanced, like a mischievous cat cornering a defenseless mouse.
Utaha's heart leapt. Her eyes darted away, betraying her momentary guilt, but she quickly recovered her composure and gently pushed his face back with a delicate palm.
"Don't stick your nose into a girl's private thoughts!"
"You're such a pain, little brother. Honestly, you're worse than a nosy obaachan."
"Do you even understand the meaning of privacy, huh?"
She puffed her cheeks out slightly, her voice tinged with mock indignation. "Looks like this onee-san needs to teach you some proper manners."
A perfect counterattack!
But—
How could he just let that slide?!
(╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻
Touji gave her a long look, then heaved a dramatic sigh.
"…I was just worried. Your face looked unusually red, and your expression seemed off. I thought you might be sick."
All out of concern, y'know?
"Is that so?" Utaha-san smiled teasingly. "I think you were the one who looked too excited back there. The way your eyes sparkled… seriously suspicious."
She raised a slender finger to her lips, tapping them lightly with mock seriousness.
"Don't lie, Touji-kun. That was definitely your illusion—"
"…"
And it was only later—after all the teasing and the banter—that Touji finally realized what she might've been thinking about earlier…
…
...
Amidst their usual banter, the two finally arrived at their go-to local supermarket—"Thumb." Unlike big-name chain stores, Thumb was a small family-run place nestled quietly in the neighborhood. But despite its modest scale, its stock was surprisingly comprehensive. From fresh produce to everyday items, it had everything they needed, and the prices were student-budget friendly. The 5% discount coupons on the store's app made it even more appealing, especially to frugal teens.
Kasumigaoka Touji grabbed a shopping cart at the entrance, tossing his backpack into the baby seat. Utaha-san mirrored him without saying much, slipping her own bag into the cart as they wheeled their way toward the produce aisle.
"Napa cabbage from a local farm, quarter head—98 yen… Green onions, one stalk—74 yen… Purple cabbage from Aichi Prefecture, quarter head—134 yen… Hokkaido potatoes, one piece—54 yen… Round cabbage from Aichi, half a head—95 yen…" Touji read the labels aloud like a grocery commentator.
Japan's fruits and veggies were often sold in halves or even quarters—tiny portions, tailored for tiny homes and tiny fridges.
"Geez, these look so fresh. But man, why's everything gotta be cut up like this?" Touji muttered.
That's just how it was in Japan—land is limited, and fresh produce doesn't grow on trees… well, not enough of them anyway. So to make sure it all gets used, groceries portion them out like a bento box.
On the flip side, meat and seafood were surprisingly affordable, with seafood especially bordering on suspiciously cheap.
"Fresh clams, 1 pack—217 yen… Sweet shrimp, finger-sized, 20 pieces—450 yen… A nice thick cut of salmon—180 yen… A whole mackerel as thick as my arm—498 yen…"
Touji muttered as he quickly stacked items into the cart like a chef prepping for a food war. Within minutes, half the cart was filled with ingredients. He also tossed in a box of strawberries, a pack of cherries, and a small bag of mangoes.
Then, turning to Utaha-san, he asked casually, "Anything you wanna grab? If not, let's head to checkout."
"Hmm…"
Utaha-san tapped her chin, seemingly in deep thought. In truth, she was contemplating whether or not to grab some… supplies.
Specifically, some condoms.
After all, once her period ended, she fully intended to make a move on Touji — her personal forbidden snack — like a starving girl eyeing the last piece of cake in the fridge.
While she had imagined bearing Touji's children one day—maybe a boy and a girl, names yet to be decided—now wasn't the time.
Ugh, wait, focus!
She wasn't ready to be a mother yet. Graduation from university was the deadline she had marked for such things.
Plus, before their parents left them alone, they'd made it very clear—no funny business without proper precautions. So yeah, condoms were a must.
"Do you need to grab some pads?" Touji asked, glancing at her with a hint of curiosity. She looked like she wanted to say something but was hesitating.
It was just a casual question from him—no big deal. Given their relationship, it wasn't like it'd be weird. Still, he couldn't imagine what else she'd be pondering about.
Utaha-san shot a look at her so-called forbidden snack. Right… condoms came in different sizes, didn't they?
But how was she supposed to know his size?! No way was she asking directly—baka!
"…I'll go get two packs," she muttered.
The pads were for her, of course, but she figured she'd stock up now and sort out the rest later—after tonight's intel gathering.
They headed to the daily necessities section. Utaha-san grabbed her usual day-use and night-use sanitary pads.
As they passed the section with condoms, Touji instinctively slowed down.
"…Maybe I should pick up some too," he thought, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
Hmm… after dinner tonight, I'll find an excuse to sneak out and stock up on essentials. Might as well pick up a new doujinshi while I'm at it.
Mission start—!
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