Emi.
Emi.
Emi.
The same name again and again.
A shaky hand kept writing it over and over on the pages of a notebook. The letters filled the sheet until the ink pressed too hard and almost tore through the paper.
On the desk, beside the notebook, stood a small lamp with a weak yellow light. The walls behind it were crowded, nearly suffocating—every inch covered with photographs of the same girl.
Emi Nakamura.
In the pictures, she smiled in school uniform. In others, she wore casual clothes—skirts, jeans, a blouse. Some were taken from a distance, in crowds, while she was laughing with friends. Others were closer, showing her hair swaying, or her hand mid-wave.
But slowly, among the countless images of Emi, another figure kept appearing. A boy. His face, at first rare, started to repeat more and more. Always beside her. Always near.
Kenji.
The hand holding the pen trembled. A whisper broke the silence of the room.
"Why him… Emi…? Why are you choosing him? Why… not me? Emi… Emi… Emi…"
The whisper stretched into a low groan, then into a cry that cracked in the empty room.
"Emiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii—"
The sound thudded into silence.
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(Kenji's POV)
It was broad daylight when Emi and I held hands, walking in the middle of the forest. Yesterday we had decided to go for a hike. A mountain trail. Just the two of us.
Emi dressed simply but beautifully. She wore a pale cream sweater with long sleeves that hung slightly loose at her wrists, a pair of light blue jeans that hugged her figure, and brown hiking shoes. A slim black bag rested on her shoulder, holding water and snacks. Her black hair was tied into a neat ponytail, and small silver earrings caught the sunlight whenever she turned her head.
As we walked, she told me how she always liked nature but had never gone alone. Her voice carried both joy and shyness, as if she were embarrassed to admit it.
I, on the other hand, had never really cared for nature. Trees, flowers, hills—they were just there. But with Emi walking beside me, the world felt alive. Her sharp nose, her smooth black hair, her perfect smile—everything about her made even the dull trees look brighter.
"Here, want it?" she asked suddenly, holding out a can of orange juice.
"Yup. Sure, why not," I said.
She laughed softly and handed it to me. The can felt cool in my hand. I took a sip and passed it back.
We kept walking up the trail. Around us were clusters of flowers—yellow ones that bent in the breeze, wild herbs growing between rocks, and tall trees that made the air smell fresh. Our goal was to find the colony of tree houses built near the top of the hill. People often went there to eat, rest, and enjoy the view. We wanted to go there too.
But halfway through, Emi slowed down. Her shoulders dropped slightly.
"Aren't you tired?" she asked, brushing hair from her forehead.
I smiled. "Yes, I am. Let's rest."
We sat down under a tall tree. Truthfully, I wasn't tired at all. My body felt strong. Maybe it was because of Kenji 2, the second me, that I had grown fitter without noticing. For the first time, I felt a little respect for him. After all, if not for him, would I even be sitting here with Emi like this?
We rested a while, sharing small talk, then stood up and continued.
After nearly two hours of walking, we finally reached the top. The hill station opened before us—wooden restaurants with open balconies, little shops selling snacks, and the tree houses scattered among tall trunks.
"Wow…" Emi whispered. Her eyes widened at the sight.
I bought us two donuts from a stall. Sweet, soft, covered in sugar. Emi's eyes lit up as she bit into hers. Then I booked a tree house for the day.
The price stung—14,600 yen for one night. A little expensive, but I had money saved. Emi immediately offered to split the cost, but I shook my head firmly.
"No. I'll take care of it," I said.
She pouted slightly, almost childlike, but let me.
The tree house we reserved was simple but beautiful—wooden walls, a small balcony with a view of the forest, and a ladder leading up to the platform. The air up there was cool, carrying the smell of leaves.
For the first time, I felt like the world was giving me a memory I would never forget.
Inside, the treehouse was cozy, with a single room that contained a plush queen-sized bed, a small table, and a couple of chairs.
The walls were adorned with twinkling fairy lights that reflected in their eyes as they looked at each other, their breaths quickening with anticipation.
Kenji took Emi's hand and led her to the bed, his gaze never leaving hers. She looked absolutely stunning in her floral summer dress, which clung to her curves in all the right places.
Her hair was let loose, cascading down her back in waves of chestnut brown, and her eyes sparkled with desire. He sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling her closer so she stood between his legs. He leaned in and kissed her, a kiss that was gentle, a promise of the night to come.
Her hands found their way to the buttons of his shirt, one by one releasing them from their confines. He felt her warm breath on his chest as she pushed the fabric aside, revealing his muscular torso.
Emi's eyes widened with lust as she traced her fingertips over his firm abs, feeling the heat radiating from his body. Kenji groaned into her mouth, his hands sliding down to the hem of her dress, lifting it slowly until it pooled around her ankles.
He pulled her closer, his hands finding the soft flesh of her buttocks, kneading gently as he kissed her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin. Emi moaned, her body melting against his.
She could feel his hardness pressing against her, a testament to his desire for her. He stood, lifting her onto the bed, the mattress sinking slightly under their combined weight.
Their kiss grew more intense as their bodies writhed against each other, the fabric of their underwear the only barrier left between them. Kenji's hand found her breast, cupping it gently before rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
Emi gasped, arching her back in pleasure, her hand slipping down to his crotch to return the favor. She could feel his cock straining against the fabric, begging for release.
With a deft motion, she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, freeing his erection. It sprang forth, thick and hard, and she took it in her hand, marveling at its size. Kenji's eyes rolled back in his head as she began to stroke him, her movements slow and deliberate, teasing him mercilessly.
He couldn't take it anymore. With a growl of need, he pulled her panties aside and buried his face between her legs. Her scent was intoxicating, making his head spin with desire.
His tongue danced over her clit, flicking and circling, until she was squirming beneath him. He inserted a finger into her wet warmth, feeling her tighten around him.
Emi's moans grew louder, filling the small room with the sweet sound of passion. Kenji knew she was close, so he didn't stop, instead increasing the tempo of his tongue.
Her body tensed, and with a sharp intake of breath, she came, her hips bucking against his mouth.
Her orgasm didn't quench his hunger, though. He climbed over her, positioning himself so that the head of his cock was at the entrance to her sex.
He kissed her again, deep and slow, as he pushed inside her. She was tight and wet, a perfect fit, and he felt a shudder of pleasure run through him as he filled her completely.
They moved together, their bodies in sync as they sought the ultimate release. Emi wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels digging into his back as she met each of his thrusts. (This is my first time) kenji thought to himself