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Even now, I think it was truly miraculous that I was able to date a girl who was out of reach for an otaku.
I have typical black hair and am short, just like any other boring, unremarkable guy you could find anywhere. On the other hand, she has dyed dark blonde hair, which is somewhere between blonde and brown. With only the ends of her long hair curled softly and naturally, and the stylish earrings she wears and beautiful nails, it's clear at a glance that she's someone who puts a lot of effort into fashion.
To put it simply in terms of the caste system in a high school class, I'm an introverted otaku at the bottom of the caste system, while she's an outgoing gal at the top.
This story is about a timeline in which two people who clearly live in different worlds miraculously end up dating.
The two of us first met at a welcome party for new students at university. I wanted to change my dull personality when I became a university student, so I mustered up the courage to attend a welcome party for a certain club. However, I was overwhelmed by the drinking party I was attending for the first time and clearly didn't fit in, so I became the perfect target for teasing from the outgoing seniors.
When my party-loving, outgoing seniors forced me to gulp down a few drinks, I was afraid of ruining the mood and couldn't refuse. As you'd expect at 18, I had no experience with drinking alcohol. Still, I drank in one gulp, following the crowd's calls, and I quickly got drunk and gradually started to feel sick.
Unable to bear it any longer, I fought back the urge to vomit and went out into the hallway, but I ended up crouching down on the spot because I felt so sick.
It was at that moment. "Hey, are you okay?" a woman with flashy hair color and a gyaru-like appearance called out to me as I was curled up.
The stylish woman was wearing black leather boots that reached down to her calves, a tight, short miniskirt, and a white knit dress that exposed her shoulders. It wasn't exactly the kind of outfit that would kill a virgin, but I still thought that the outfit was the kind of look that a virgin like me would fall in love with at first sight. She had a strong-looking face and was wearing perfect makeup, and was the type of woman who would be described as beautiful rather than cute.
I was approached by a woman who seemed like she would never have anything to do with an otaku like me, so at first, I didn't even realize she was talking to me. Moreover, she squatted down on the spot despite my lack of reaction.
"If it's so painful you feel like you're going to throw up, it'd be easier if you just threw up as hard as you could," she said.
With that, she lent me her shoulder and helped me to the men's restroom. I thanked the woman, whose name I didn't even know, in my heart, and vomited in the toilet until my stomach was empty. The woman was right, and once I had nothing left to vomit, I felt a lot better.
After rinsing my mouth briefly and leaving the bathroom, I was surprised to see the woman playing with her smartphone in front of the toilet. I was completely surprised to see her still waiting for me, as I had assumed she had already left long ago.
I was feeling nervous and wondering what to say to her when she noticed me and spoke. "How is it, are you feeling a little better?"
"Y-Yes! …Um, thank you for earlier!!" I stammered.
"There's nothing to worry about. You were also forced to drink by those damn men, right?" she said.
"Eh?… I, that's true…" I replied.
I didn't notice it, but it seemed the woman in front of me was also attending the welcome party. As if she had remembered something, she looked irritated and spat out in disgust, "Those bastards kept trying to get me to drink alcohol even though I refused… their ulterior motives were so obvious!"
"…Huh…?" I responded, confused.
Although I was confused by her angry and infuriated tone, I responded appropriately. Apparently, just like me, she was forced to drink alcohol by her seniors. Well, it seemed that our reasons for being forced to drink alcohol were completely different.
Looking at her again, I noticed that her cheeks were flushed, and her face was slightly red. Although she didn't throw up like me, it seemed she was forced to drink quite a lot.
An awkward silence fell over us, and as I was trying to think of how to start a conversation again, I suddenly noticed that she was staring intently at my face. While I was feeling nervous about being stared at by her beautiful face, she came up with an unexpected proposal.
"…Hey, if you don't mind, would you like to come with me?" she asked.
"Huh… Huh?!" I exclaimed.
At first, I didn't understand what she meant, but then I realized that she and I were going to skip the welcome party, and my eyes widened in shock.
"Th-that's… but it's still not good…" I hesitated.
"It'll be fine, right? It's normal for two people, a man and a woman, to leave a blind date, and if the two of us leave at the same time, I'm sure the other party will give up," she said.
Her suggestion was that she wanted me to help her get out of the party. If she were to leave alone, it might cause trouble later, but if it was just me and her, she would have an excuse. Personally, I was skeptical about whether a man like me, who was no match for her, could really be used to create an alibi. But to be honest, I was desperate to go home right away, so her suggestion was definitely a godsend for me.
After some hesitation, I decided to accept her attractive proposal. The only things I had brought with me were my wallet and smartphone, but she had brought her only belongings, a pouch, as if she had planned to leave in advance. Thanks to that, the two of us were able to leave the bar without having to go back to the party venue.
But the problem occurred on the way home. She must have been finished since she left the store, but I knew that I shouldn't let a woman walk alone on the streets at night, so I decided to give her a ride home. However, as we walked without any conversation, I noticed that there was something strange about her, who was walking slightly behind me.
Her face was redder than before, and I could hear her panting. Her steps also seemed quite unsteady, and she looked so precarious that I instinctively had to support her shoulders.
"Um, um, are you okay…?" I asked.
"…Hmm, I'm fine… I want to say, but… it might be a little dangerous…" she replied.
I won't tell you that I was taken aback by the sight of her blushing and breathing heavily, and somehow feeling her sexiness. Feeling nervous inside, I offered her my shoulder, but she seemed to have reached her limit, as she thanked me sincerely and leaned on me.
At the time, I mistakenly thought that my staggering companion was just now starting to feel drunk, but in fact, this was not the case. I found out later that the upperclassmen in her club had apparently mixed an aphrodisiac-like drug into her alcohol. The drug had a slow-acting effect, making her drunk, and it also left her in such a state of arousal that she couldn't control the throbbing in her body.
It was such an unbelievable event that I couldn't help but think, "Is this the world of an erotic game?"
Not knowing the circumstances, I was planning to just walk her home, but on the way, she finally couldn't bear it any longer and made a shocking statement.
"…I've reached my limit… Shall I rest here…?" she said.
"…Huh,… um,… eh…? …This isn't my home…" I stammered.
"…It's fine, just hurry up…!" she urged.
"—Huh, huh, what?!" I exclaimed.
She grabbed my arm with such force that it made me wonder what her previous dizziness had been all about, and she stepped into the building, leading the way. The moment I was taken into a building that resembled an apartment building, the sign I saw did not have the name of an apartment building, but rather a sign that read "Rest / 3 hours / 2,980 yen."
That's right, it wasn't an apartment, but a love hotel.
It was my first time in a love hotel, and I was so nervous and confused that I was frozen like a stone statue. While I was frozen in place, she completed the procedure with ease, then took my hand and pulled me to the room. Even though I heard the door close with a clang, she still took my hand and led me straight to the bed. Then, as if to disrupt my balance, my mind was completely blank, and she forced me onto the bed.
"Uh, huh, wait, wh, what's going on?!" I stammered.
"…I'm sorry, but I can't bear it any longer…" she said.
"Wa, w, w, what do you mean, hold back?!" I asked, panicked.
I was so flustered and nervous, like I'd been hit by a bubble, but she pressed her lips against mine without giving me a second thought. It was so sudden and impossible… it was like something out of an erotic game or manga, and my mind went completely blank. If there's one thing I understood, it's that my first kiss tasted like sweet peaches tinged with the smell of alcohol.
She passionately intertwined her tongue with mine, and once she took her mouth away, she impatiently took off her knit dress, leaving her in sexy light green underwear. And then, without saying a word, she kissed me again. As we kissed, I noticed that her hands were trying to take off my clothes, but I just let her do what she wanted and didn't offer any real resistance, nor did I have any intention of doing so.
And naturally, without even having time to take a shower, the first moment of my life came.
That day, for the first time in my life, I experienced "love that begins with sex," something I had only ever seen in shojo manga.
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I woke up the next day. Rather than just taking a three-hour break, it seemed that the trip had been extended and changed to an overnight course. I still had a slight hangover and was suffering from a headache for the first time in my life, while she was sleeping with a calm expression on her face, her cheeks slightly flushed, perhaps due to the lingering effects of the medicine.
She seemed to be sleeping so comfortably, her skin lightly tanned and shiny, standing out against the pure white sheets. What I'm trying to say is that she was currently completely naked with nothing covering her up. She pulled the sheets up to her chest as an excuse, but her beautiful, firm, shiny, egg-colored buttocks were completely visible.
That day, for the first time, I realized the horror of drinking alcohol. Even though she was the one who invited me, I ended up sharing a bed with a woman (a gal) I didn't even know that well in just one night. It was a situation I'd only ever seen in manga or erotic games, but even now that I'd actually experienced it, I still couldn't believe it.
It was such an unexpected event, and the turn of events was far too sudden. After all, I don't even know the name of the girl sleeping comfortably next to me. Losing my virginity to a woman whose name I didn't even know left me feeling like I was in a dream. It was far too stimulating for a virgin experiencing it for the first time.
I let myself be milked dry in the cowgirl position three times… I don't think I've ever cum that much in a row in any of the masturbations I've ever had in my life. It was truly a blissful moment.
"…Ah, this is bad…" I muttered.
This may seem like something a virgin would do and seem creepy, but because of a single night's mistake, I had fallen in love with this girl whose name I didn't even know. When I was in high school, I fell in love with a girl in my class who seemed like a gyaru just because she spoke to me kindly. After such an exciting first experience for me, it was only natural that I would fall in love with her.
So, when I woke up a few hours later, I talked to her and, like a pathetic virgin, I ended up making a premature and embarrassing confession…
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