I wonder if Misaki-senpai told anyone in the Circle about us...
It had been a few days since Kotaro spent the night with Misaki and started dating her.
As Kotaro walked across campus after a lecture, a sudden thought popped into his head.
Unlike Kotaro, who had just joined the Social Welfare Research Society, Misaki was a central figure in the Circle (or rather, its mascot). And this was her first boyfriend. Whether they're high school or university students, everyone loves gossiping about romance. He was curious about how Misaki would tell her friends.
Today, the Circle was holding an orientation event, but instead of the usual campus gathering, they were going straight to a family restaurant for a group meal. Members who didn't know the location were instructed to meet in a conspicuous spot in front of the dormitory's communal building, where upperclassmen would lead them to the restaurant. Kotaro joined a few other freshmen, escorted by a senior of each gender.
Oh, there's Misaki-senpai.
When I arrived at the family restaurant, I spotted Misaki among the upperclassmen in the bicycle parking area. It was the first time we'd seen each other since she left home, thanks to our conflicting schedules. We'd exchanged messages and made a few brief phone calls, but nothing beats seeing her in person.
She's so cute today.
Lost in wonder at the thought that such a beautiful person was my girlfriend, I met Misaki's eyes just as I locked my bicycle.
"Ugh, uh, oh, oh! Kotaro! You're back again!"
"Huh? Oh, yeah! I'm here!"
Misaki, now chattering like a talking apple, moved with the stiff awkwardness of a robot that hadn't been oiled in centuries. My voice tensed in response, and we both found ourselves under curious stares from the upperclassmen and freshmen around us. We quickly averted our gazes. A hawk soared alone in the twilight sky. Cool.
Misaki-senpai, you're even worse than me...
I should have talked to Misaki beforehand about how to behave in front of the Circle members... I regretted it a little—no, actually, quite a lot.
*****
At the family restaurant, we split into two groups: two six-seater tables and one four-seater. When Kotaro sat at one of the six-seater tables, Misaki smoothly slid into the seat next to him. My face wouldn't stop smiling; my expression muscles had a mind of their own.
"Sorry about the lack of fresh faces."
"N-no, not at all! That's not a problem!"
Besides Kotaro and Misaki, the table included Fukushima, the third-year representative of the Social Welfare Research Society; Megumi Shiina, Misaki's classmate and rumored girlfriend; and two senior members we'd exchanged contact information with at a drinking party. Misaki seemed oddly nervous, while Megumi was beaming brightly.
After ordering in a relaxed atmosphere, one of the senior members turned to Kotaro.
"Phew, that drinking party the other day was a lifesaver. Misaki told me she left after about an hour, but thank you so much for staying so late."
"Huh? Oh, uh, yeah. No problem at all, I was just hanging around anyway..."
The senior man's kind smile made me inwardly tilt my head.
Huh? Misaki-senpai didn't say anything about that... I thought, glancing sideways at her.
"Oof!"
Misaki's tiny fist jabbed me in the ribs. Before I could ask, Why?!, the room erupted in laughter. Misaki's face flushed crimson, and she trembled. She looked cute, but I couldn't figure out what she was thinking.
"Still blushing, Misaki? You're such a tease!"
"Well, you were caught completely defenseless and had to be taken care of, after all."
...Hmm?
As the two senior members chatted amiably, Megumi's grin widened even further. Fukushima, the representative, subtly averted his gaze and trembled slightly.
Misaki glanced at Megumi and Fukushima. Their meaningful behavior finally clicked.
...I see. She told some of them already.
It must be too daunting to reveal everything to everyone at once. She hadn't said when, but it seemed she'd already informed Megumi, with whom she was close. But why does Fukushima-san know too? she wondered. Her musings were interrupted when Fukushima asked about their interests in circle activities, and the welcoming session began in earnest.
*****
"Excuse me for a moment."
After chatting for a while, Misaki stood up. Since she wasn't holding a glass, she must be going to the restroom. To avoid drawing attention, she discreetly poked Kotaro's thigh. He desperately suppressed a reaction, fearing his face might contort into a comical expression.
Just minutes after Misaki left her seat, a notification popped up on my talk app. Under the table, I glanced at the screen—it was a message from Misaki.
Coming over to my place today?
Yes, I'm coming.
I replied almost instantly, so fast it felt like a reflex.
I can go to Misaki-senpai's house again! I was getting excited when another message arrived. Wondering what it could be, I checked the screen:
By the way, Megumi and Fukushima are dating.
"Uwaaah?!"
"What's wrong, Kotaro-kun?!"
The senior members pounced on my startled exclamation. They didn't look worried; they were clearly ready to tease me.
"N-nothing...!"
We only told Megumi about us, but... well, I guess she'd tell someone.
After reading Misaki's follow-up message, I immediately closed the chat app. As expected, Misaki had returned while they were teasing me, and she was clearly grinning. She must have anticipated my startled outburst. Chuckling with amusement, she discreetly poked my thigh. It annoyed me, but she was at least ten times cuter than she was irritating. Distracted by Misaki's charm, it took all my energy to keep up with the other seniors' teasing.
*****
After the family restaurant gathering, the seniors decided to escort the freshmen back to their dormitory. We retraced our steps from earlier and dispersed in front of the communal building. I desperately wanted to head to Misaki's place as soon as possible, but we couldn't leave immediately because some freshmen from the same building were still around. Making small talk, I said, "Oh, I need to stop by the convenience store," and as soon as the freshmen entered the dormitory, I immediately hopped on my bike and raced to Misaki's residence.
"O-oh? Kotaro, you're here early?"
When I arrived at the condo, Misaki had just parked her bicycle in the bike rack. Seeing my panting face, she blinked in surprise, then smiled gently and patted my head.
"Kotaro, you're too worked up. Come on, calm down."
"S-sorry..."
Still propping up my bike, I let her pat my head, then she suddenly hugged me tight. This seemed to embarrass her too; she flinched and pulled away immediately. Under the small light of the bike rack, her face was faintly flushed.
"...Well then, come inside."
"Why are you so manly...?"
With a wry smile, I parked my bike and followed her to her room.
*****
I sat on the sofa waiting when Misaki brought over a teapot and cups.
"Here you go."
"Th-thank you."
I accepted the warm tea and took a small sip. The perfect balance of sweetness and the unique aroma of the tea enveloped my senses, and my restless feelings suddenly softened.
"Mmm, nice."
Misaki sat down beside me, sipping her tea softly. She hummed contentedly and tapped her feet rhythmically. Her mature face contrasted with her childish gestures—a classic case of "gap appeal." Misaki embodied this phrase at every turn, leaving my heart perpetually on edge.
"...I've been agonizing over how to act around you for ages," I murmured after finishing my tea.
Misaki chuckled awkwardly. "Sorry, I should have said something sooner."
She drained her cup and set it on the low table. Then, with a natural ease, she leaned closer. The soft weight of her presence made my heart race.
"Ya know, this is my first time too, so I didn't know what to do. I was thinking that keeping it a secret would just make things awkward, when Megumi sent me a message like she'd seen right through me: 'How was it yesterday?' So I figured I might as well confess."
"I-I see..."
I wondered if she had a pair of binoculars or something.
I glanced sideways.
Her body was surprisingly delicate. She was wearing a cardigan today, maybe because it was a little chilly. When I gently drew her slender shoulders into my right arm, her small frame shivered slightly.
"Mmm... Heh heh, Kotaro, your hand is so big."
Misaki's usually crisp voice softened, taking on a sweet, syrupy quality. She took Kotaro's left hand, pressing their palms together.
"Wow, it's like comparing a kid's hand to an adult's."
"Your face looks so mature, Misaki-senpai, it's such a contrast."
"..."
Misaki, her cheeks flushed pink, playfully patted my thigh. I felt like I might faint.
"You're completely different from how you are at the Social Welfare Research Society, Misaki-senpai."
"Really? I thought I was just being myself."
"No, you're always cute, but when we're together, you seem even cuter—like ten times cuter!"
"You sly dog!"
"Huh?!"
Her unexpected retort startled me, but when she averted her gaze, I noticed her ears and neck were bright red. Overwhelmed by happiness, my lips tingled.
A hush settled between us. It wasn't awkward. Rather, my heart raced with anticipation for what was to come.
"This room..." Misaki murmured.
"It only smelled like me before."
"Huh? Well... that makes sense, I guess."
"But suddenly, I started smelling Kotaro's scent."
"What...?"
"Though it's only in very small places... there, for example."
Misaki pointed at the bed with a quivering finger. Cradled in Kotaro's arms, she shrank slightly, fidgeting uneasily.
"Do you... dislike my scent?"
"...No. Actually... I think I quite like it."
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, and she shivered slightly.
Looking up, she gazed at Kotaro, her eyes glistening with moisture.
"Mmm...nnn..."
Their lips met. Unlike their recent encounter, there was no trace of alcohol. Instead, the faint scents of the pasta Misaki had eaten at the dinner party and the tea they'd shared earlier lingered in the air.
"Mmm... chu, chupi... haaah, mmm, nfuuu..."
Misaki turned her whole body, pressing her soft breasts against Kotaro's chest. As he became intoxicated by the sensation of her small tongue and the softness of her breasts, Misaki straddled his waist and rose to her knees. Her slender arms wrapped around his neck, pulling her body even closer.
"Mmmn... mmm, fuh, chu, nfuuu... Kotaro, Kotaro... mmm, nfuuu..."
Her honey-sweet voice burned his ears. Misaki released her arms and gently undid her twin ponytails. Her hair cascaded down in gentle curves, revealing a seductive allure usually hidden from view.
"Mmm, mmh... Misaki-senpai, you're too cute... mmmk, mmm..."
Unable to resist any longer, I reached out and grabbed Misaki's buttocks. Through her long skirt, I stroked her round cheeks and slid my hand upward.
"Uah! Hah! Stop it! You're such a... Ah! Ah! Ah! Ahh...!"
When I slipped my hand inside her skirt, Misaki's voice melted even further. Her swollen crotch pressed against my hand, grinding her panties against my heated, throbbing penis.
"Mmm... Ruru... Mmm... Haaah... Kotaro, you idiot! You've made it too big..."
She whispered in my ear, her voice dripping with arousal, hips swaying seductively. Inside her skirt, I felt the lewd squelching of wetness. Realizing Misaki was completely soaked, I shivered.
"...Pfft. This is seriously too big."
Misaki pulled away, unzipping Kotaro's jeans. As she stroked his erect penis, stretching the fabric of his boxer briefs taut, a sweet electric current shot through his urethra.
"Kotaro-kun, I think there's a better way to refer to 'this' than just 'this,'" she whispered, sounding petulant yet continuing to caress him tenderly.
The pre-cum seeped through his blue underwear, and a cute little "Eep!" escaped her lips.
"...Kotaro's... p-penis... it's so hard and big..."
"...Hn..."
"Whoa, you jumped! You twitched just now..."
Misaki giggled, her voice dreamy yet playful, as she gripped his shaft tightly. Shame's restraints snapped, and with each tick of the second hand, he felt himself growing more and more ecchi, sending shivers down his spine.
"Misaki-senpai, I want you to lick it."
"Huh...?"
"Take this..."
I placed my hand over Misaki's, guiding her to tightly grip my shaft.
"Ugh...!"
Misaki's slender neck made a soft sound. Her entire face flushed crimson as she averted her gaze, stealing occasional glances at me. After a moment, she turned back to face me, meeting my eyes with a coy look.
"Kotaro... Do you want me to lick your big penis?"
"...Yes. I want you to lick it thoroughly."
Misaki's cat-like eyes widened. She hesitated again, but the delicate skin beneath her eyes was flushed with desire, revealing her answer.
"Alright. It's my first time, so tell me what feels good, okay?"
"Understood. Thank you."
I kissed her lips again, pressing our bodies together. Perhaps due to rising excitement, Misaki's skin felt warmer than before.