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"Good work, everyone."
I said that to the empty hallway and stepped out the back door. It was the back of the convenience store where I worked part-time. Beyond the fence, someone's garden stretched out, and I could see laundry that looked like it had been drying for a while. Among them, I caught sight of women's underwear hidden by a towel, and I instinctively looked away.
It had been several days since I went to a love hotel with my girlfriend, Iroha Isshiki. That meant it had been six days since I was told to abstain. The word "abstinence" was probably not quite right. It was merely a verbal promise to refrain from sexual acts of that nature unless it was with Iroha. But that promise was gradually having an effect, like a body blow.
"Haa..."
I let out an exhausted sigh. Honestly, I was sleep-deprived. Since then, Iroha and I hadn't been able to align our schedules, so I'd been kept waiting. Or rather, it was clear that if we were to engage in the act, we would get absorbed for a long time and indulge each other. So, it was closer to the truth to say I was exercising self-control.
But this restriction was more painful than I had imagined. Not being allowed to even pleasure myself meant I couldn't regulate my sex drive. The mornings were especially intense. I'd wake up unusually early with a hard-on, remembering the reason for this situation and getting excited. The fantasies about what Iroha meant by "I'll try harder" wouldn't stop.
I'm at an age... well, perhaps a little past puberty, but I'm still a man. And according to Iroha, I have a beast-level sex drive. I hear there are teenagers nowadays who don't masturbate at all; I wonder if they're aiming to become hermits.
Thinking such thoughts, I arrived at the station and boarded the train going towards Iroha's apartment. Recently, I often went straight to Iroha's place without even stopping by my own apartment. I was worried about her coming over in the early winter evenings, and it was more convenient to have her cook at her place.
Upon reaching my destination station, I was spewed onto the platform with the crowd. A short walk from the station, and I was quickly at Iroha's apartment building. I entered the apartment with the card key she gave me when I started frequenting her place, and without a glance around, I opened the door to the entrance where Iroha was waiting.
"I'm home."
"Oh, welcome home!"
As I said that and entered the entrance, Iroha's voice came from the kitchen. It felt strange to say that in someone else's house, but since Iroha always said "welcome home" to me, it had become a familiar phrase.
"Whew, it's cold..."
And the moment I reached the kitchen, I noticed a huge sense of incongruity. Let me sort out the situation. Iroha Isshiki was wearing the Soubu High School uniform. Cute. And on top of that, a cutely frilly apron. Super cute. That's all. No, my mind isn't sorting things out.
"Oh, this?"
Of course, her action must have been deliberate. Iroha grabbed the hem of her skirt and playfully opened it, showing it off. That increased the exposure of her bare legs, and for a moment, I was startled.
"Well, it's been a while since I wore it, but don't you think I could still pass for a high school student? Well, it's only been a year since I graduated, so I guess it's natural."
As if she had seen through my reaction, Iroha spoke eloquently. Only I was speechless, my ability to think stolen.
"Ah... Perhaps you would have preferred a naked apron? I want to save things like that for when it really counts."
"Ah, no... It's not like that, but..."
No, is she actually going to do a naked apron when it really counts...? While thinking that Iroha-san is amazing, I took off my coat and put down my bag, then sat on a dining chair and gazed at her. Just as Iroha said, she still looked very much like a high school student. Since Iroha originally had a youthful face, it suited her perfectly.
"May I please hear the situation?"
I said, overly formal, and Iroha smiled confidently, holding a ladle.
"I told you, didn't I? That I'd try my best too."
Her lips, curving gently, were surprisingly lustrous. The keyword "try my best" could only refer to one thing.
"Oh, oh..." I replied in a small voice, unable to say anything more. Just then, perhaps because it was ready, a steaming dish was brought to the table. I see, ginger pork today. Hmm...
"Let's eat."
"...Let's eat."
Usually, we would say it in unison, but today, it was completely out of sync. If the girl in front of you looked like she had time-slipped back to high school, well, that's just how it would be. Yeah, seriously, there's no helping it.
"I used to think about something."
While chewing, I prompted her with a glance, asking "What?" Iroha put down her chopsticks and straightened her back, looking at me.
"If I had been able to 'feed' Senpai like this since high school, would we have gotten together sooner?"
"Her idea is so maidenly, but she's calling it 'feeding'..."
If she had done this since high school, my stomach and heart would have been completely captured, crushed, and I would have been turned into a useless person. Seriously, whose angelic deed is this? No, Iroha is more of a little devil, isn't she? Recently, Iroha has gained angelic qualities and goddess attributes in addition to her little devil skills, making her invincible. And the one who usually gets done in is me. I know. I'm well-versed in this.
"..."
The conversation stopped after that, and we both silently continued eating. Even in this unusual situation, the food Iroha made was delicious. The sweet and savory balance of this ginger pork was exquisite. Seriously, it's so good...
"Aren't you staring too much?"
"I'm not."
I was in the middle of chewing and I bit my tongue. How many times have I given this reaction? I need to evolve a little...
"...Thanks for the meal."
"You're welcome."
The meal time passed semi-forcibly quickly due to the delicious food. After we both put our hands together, Iroha stood in front of the sink as usual and started washing the dishes.
It was a uniform I was used to seeing, but because it had been a while, it still felt fresh. In fact, it even felt sacred. I hear many overseas otaku envy Japanese school uniforms, and perhaps it's because they perceive a sacredness in their transience and formal order.
However, when I considered the meaning of Iroha wearing it now... the meaning was quite different. I felt like looking at it any longer would be poison to my eyes, so I moved to the living room and sat down on the sofa as usual. I was so flustered by this situation that I had to consciously make that "usual" action.
"Senpai."
Eventually, having finished cleaning up, Iroha said that and sat next to me. Of course, that closeness was what lovers had. Even such a small action felt intensely stimulating to me in my state of abstinence.
"You're not going to tell me what you think, are you?"
Saying that, Iroha showed me her uniform, as if to say, "Look, look." The most overtly cute gesture of the day made me feel a little dizzy.
"Well, I mean... I still think it suits you."
"But?"
"..."
Is she going to make me say the rest? It would be honest to say I'm aroused, but that would be too much of being charmed. I think there's also an emotional aspect and atmosphere to these things.
"Iroha."
I turned to Iroha and gently placed my hand on her cheek. And then--
"Mm...!"
Without waiting for her expectant eyes to close, I covered her lips.
"You're so cute that I can't resist kissing you."
When I said that so directly, Iroha smiled meltingly. It was an expression that was somehow alluring and utterly captivating.
"I've already showered."
It wasn't really a conversation, but I understood the intention of her words perfectly. Tomorrow was Saturday, and I didn't have part-time work. So, it didn't matter how late I went to bed, or if I slept until noon, exhausted.
"Then I'll go take a shower too."
"No, it's fine. You can stay as you are."
Just as I was about to say, "No, it's absolutely not fine," Iroha kissed me. After a passionate kiss, Iroha's expression was ecstatic.
"...I want you right now."
She said it so bluntly that I was momentarily taken aback. Was Iroha also at her limit of patience?
"No, we just ate, so vigorous activity..."
"Are you planning to be vigorous right away?"
Her seductive words seemed to corner me more and more. Her alluringly blossoming face didn't look like a girl one year younger than me at all.
"...Don't say I didn't warn you."
"Yes. Bring it on."
Saying that so confidently, Iroha brought her face closer again. I pulled Iroha's body into an embrace and accepted her lips and tongue.