Chapter 068 Masumi: The First Time! I'm on Top!
Early the next morning, 6:30 AM.
After finishing his workout, Shimizu Akira returned to the dormitory and took a shower. As he stepped out of the bathroom, he cast a casual glance and noticed Ayanokouji Kiyotaka already dressed, leaning against the headboard and playing with his phone.
"Want to go get breakfast together?" Ayanokouji put down his phone, looked at him, and spoke casually.
"No, thanks."
"Today is the last day of the luxury cruise. When I went to visit Ike and Sudo yesterday, those two said they wanted to ask us to hang out this afternoon. Do you have time?"
"About that... I'm busy the whole day today."
After all, it had been agreed upon in advance that he would spend the entire day accompanying Kamuro Masumi.
"Over these seven days, Shimizu, you've come back almost every night after midnight, and your shadow is often missing during the day."
'Uh... after all, he has many girlfriends.'
Over the past few days, he indeed went to accompany them from time to time, sometimes resting directly over there. But then again, it didn't seem like an illusion; the way Ayanokouji Kiyotaka said those words, why did it carry a faint sense of lingering resentment?
Shimizu Akira quickly apologized honestly: "Well, this was my fault. Once we get back to school and have some time, the four of us will have a good get-together, okay?"
"Okay." Ayanokouji nodded.
Only then did Shimizu Akira change into clean clothes and walk out the door.
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Ten minutes later.
Shimizu Akira arrived at the first floor of the luxury cruise ship. At this time, it was still early, and there were almost no students around. Only the front desk staff were boredly yawning and playing with their phones. He looked around, saw that Kamuro Masumi hadn't arrived yet, and sat on a sofa to wait for a while.
After three or four minutes. The elevator chimed. Shimizu Akira put down his phone and turned his head. Sure enough, it was his own girlfriend.
Kamuro Masumi was wearing a loose white shirt today, with the hem tucked into light gray shorts, and a small shoulder bag slung over her. With her familiar purple half-ponytail and character-fringe bangs, those purple eyes revealed a slight trace of disdain upon seeing Shimizu Akira. However, she was still wearing those familiar long black leg-socks.
Speaking of which, Masumi's long legs were different from Karuizawa's slender ones and Horikita's perfectly balanced ones; they looked very "fleshy." Shimizu Akira quickly shook his head. He had touched them more than once or twice. It wasn't just that they looked fleshy. In fact, they felt quite fleshy too, like fine velvet cotton, very elastic—truly worthy of being called beautiful legs!
"Pervert!" Kamuro Masumi walked to his side and glared at him. "Not being serious first thing in the morning."
"Can looking at my own girlfriend be called 'not being serious'?" Shimizu Akira said as if it were a matter of course.
"Save the nonsense." Kamuro turned around. "Come with me to eat breakfast now."
"Understood, Master Masumi."
Shimizu Akira honestly followed her.
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A few minutes later, the two did not go to the cruise ship's buffet, but instead walked one after the other into a restaurant on the third floor. At this time, there were almost no people in the restaurant, just a few early-rising staff members cleaning. Even the surface of the sea outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was a grayish-blue; the morning light had not yet fully spread.
Kamuro Masumi chose a window seat and sat down, took a glance at the menu, and then handed it to Shimizu Akira.
"You order."
"You're letting me order?" Shimizu Akira was somewhat surprised. "Aren't you the one in charge today?"
"What 'I'm in charge' means is... you order what I eat," Kamuro said without changing her expression.
"Er..."
"You have an objection?"
"None." Shimizu Akira shook his head decisively, took the menu, and flipped through a few pages. "What do you want to eat? Western or Japanese?"
"Whatever."
"That's not called 'whatever,' that's called 'difficulty choosing'."
Kamuro glared at him and only after two seconds said: "Japanese."
Shimizu Akira nodded and waved over a waiter, ordering two Japanese set meals—essentially grilled fish, miso soup, rice, pickles—plus two portions of tamagoyaki.
"How did you know I like tamagoyaki?" Kamuro arched an eyebrow.
"A guess." Akira smiled. "You ordered it at the school cafeteria last time."
Kamuro was stunned for a moment and muttered in a small voice, "Your memory isn't bad."
Breakfast was brought out quickly. The two ate quietly. Halfway through, Kamuro suddenly spoke: "Is there anything you want to do today?"
Shimizu Akira said wordlessly, "Aren't you the one dominating me today? Why ask me what I want to do?"
"I'm just asking." Kamuro used her chopsticks to poke at the rice in her bowl. "If there's something you want to do, I can consider it."
"Then I want to go back to the dorm and sleep."
"Rejected."
"Actually, Ayanokouji, Ike, and Sudo invited me this afternoon..."
"In your dreams!"
"Then why did you even ask me?"
Kamuro glared at him fiercely: "What I mean is, think of something that only the two of us can do!"
Shimizu Akira couldn't help but start snickering: "Is that so, is that so? So that's what you meant!"
Kamuro was so angry she couldn't help but kick him. This guy was definitely doing it on purpose!
Shimizu Akira said: "Then... go see a movie? There seems to be a cinema on the ship that's open 24 hours. After breakfast, there shouldn't be many people, perfect for just the two of us."
"A movie, huh... Hmph, last time we ran into that busybody Ibuki, surely we won't run into her this time?"
"I can't say for sure. Why, do you hate her? She's actually not bad. Or should we change locations?"
"Who said I wasn't going! Of course we're going!"
"And then? Shopping? I heard there's a duty-free shop on the ship."
Japan's consumption tax is very high; for the vast majority of daily necessities, one must pay an additional 10% tax on top of the marked price. Advanced Nurturing High School was no exception, only using private points instead of cash, so buying at a duty-free shop was indeed much cheaper.
"Hmph hmph! Fine!"
"And after that... go to the deck for the sea breeze?"
"Okay."
"Wait, Masumi! Even though your mouth is so full of disdain, how come you agreed to everything?"
Kamuro was just about to take a sip of miso soup; hearing this, her cheeks reddened. She set the bowl down directly, pinched his ear with one hand, and said arrogantly: "You dare talk back to me?"
"Uh... I was too arrogant!"
"Eat faster! Don't dawdle!"
"Okay."
Shimizu Akira finished his bowl in a few bites and followed her out of the restaurant.
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The cinema was on the seventh floor of the cruise ship. As Akira said, there was almost no one at this time. Kamuro Masumi stood at the entrance of the screening room and hesitated for a moment: "You choose."
"You're letting me choose? Today isn't you—"
"If I say let you choose, let you choose, why so much nonsense."
Akira smiled, walked to the self-service movie selector, flipped through a few pages, and finally chose an old film... not some popular blockbuster, but a quiet art film about a girl in a small town searching for her past.
"This one?" Kamuro took a look at the title, her expression somewhat bored.
"What's wrong? Don't want to watch it?"
"Nothing. Let's go with this."
The two walked into the screening room and chose corner seats in the back row. The lights dimmed, and the opening credits began to play on the screen.
Kamuro Masumi leaned against the back of her chair. After watching for about ten minutes, as expected, her eyelids began to fight.
"Don't sleep," Akira's voice drifted over from the side.
"I'm not sleeping."
"Your eyes are already closed."
"I'm closing my eyes to rest my spirit."
"Does watching a movie require resting your spirit?"
"Mind your own business!"
Kamuro snorted.
"How can I not mind!"
The next second, she felt a soft sensation on her lips. She widened her eyes and found that Shimizu Akira had actually taken the initiative to lean in.
"...What are you doing?" Kamuro subconsciously pinched his arm.
"Kissing." After Akira pulled back, he said as if it were natural, "To make you wake up, as your boyfriend, I could only use this move."
"You just wanted to kiss me, didn't you?"
"Well, that's not entirely without merit."
Kamuro didn't speak again; she snorted and turned her gaze to the screen in front. Strange to say, after being suddenly kissed by him, she indeed felt less sleepy.
After a few minutes, Masumi turned to look at Akira, her eyelids again beginning to pull downward intentionally or unintentionally.
"Student Kamuro, faking sleep doesn't count."
"Shimizu Akira! Do you want to die?!"
"Uh... don't pinch my ear! I was wrong, I was wrong!"
In the end, Shimizu Akira kissed Kamuro Masumi no less than twenty times. Clutching his two bright red ears, he barely managed to finish the movie. When they came out of the cinema, Kamuro's ears were still red. Of course, it wasn't from Akira pinching them, but that kind of youthful, shy red. Akira held his ears, which were both pinched red, and walked half a step behind her, carefully observing her expression.
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"...What are you looking at?"
"Looking at you."
"We've been seeing each other for over a year, haven't you seen enough?"
"How could a year ever be enough!"
The elevator stopped on the fifth floor and the doors opened. The two walked out and headed along the corridor toward the duty-free shop. There were quite a few more people in the duty-free shop than in the morning, but it was still relatively quiet.
Kamuro pulled Akira around the shop once and finally stopped in front of a perfume counter.
"Do you usually use perfume?" she asked.
"No." Akira shook his head. "I'm not in the habit."
"Then forget it." Kamuro turned to leave.
"Wait." Akira pulled her back. "You want to buy some?"
"No."
"Then why were you looking for so long?"
Kamuro pursed her lips. "...I wanted to pick one out for you. Not a strong one, just something light."
Akira was stunned for a moment. "Then let's pick one together."
The two leaned over the counter, smelling bottle after bottle. Akira wasn't very interested in perfume; most of them didn't give him any special feeling. But Kamuro wasn't in a hurry either, rarely showing patience as she handed him bottle after bottle, observing his reaction. Finally, they found one... a very light citrus tone with a hint of woody scent.
"This one works," Akira said.
Kamuro picked up the bottle and looked at the price, looking a bit surprised.
"Too expensive?"
"Not expensive." She took the bottle to the checkout counter. "Consider it a gift from me."
"Aren't you dominating me today? How did it turn into you giving me a gift?"
"Dominating and giving gifts don't conflict. Shut up and follow."
Coming out of the duty-free shop, the two walked slowly along the corridor. Kamuro carried the small bag in her hand, staring at it from time to time.
"Do you like that scent that much?"
"No."
"Then what are you looking at?"
"Afraid of losing it."
"What are you laughing at?"
"Nothing. I just think you're especially cute today."
"You're the one who's cute. Your whole family is cute."
"Thanks for the compliment."
The two walked onto the deck and leaned against the railing. The sea breeze was stronger than in the morning, blowing their hair into a mess. Kamuro reached out to gather her scattered hair, revealing a section of her fair neck.
"Where else do you want to go this afternoon?" Kamuro asked.
"How about going for a swim?"
"You swim, I watch—I suppose that's not impossible."
"Are you treating me like a dolphin?"
"Dolphins are much cuter than you."
Akira looked at her wordlessly, then suddenly reached out and gently pinched her cheek.
"What are you doing?" Kamuro glared at him.
"Confirming if you are really Kamuro Masumi."
"What do you mean?"
"The real Kamuro Masumi wouldn't talk this much, wouldn't actively seek kisses, and certainly wouldn't buy me perfume."
Kamuro reached out and slapped his 'claws' away.
"Are you finished confirming now?"
"Finished confirming. It's real... the awkward, stubborn, but very cute one."
Seeing his gaze, Kamuro couldn't help but turn her head away with a red face, then turned and walked forward.
Shimizu Akira's lips twitched: "Where are you going, Masumi? Don't be angry! If you don't like hearing it, I just won't say it."
He thought her tsundere nature was acting up and she intended to ignore him.
"Shut up! Idiot, it's not what you think." To his surprise, Masumi said without looking back, "Just come with me!"
After about ten minutes like this, the two arrived at the lounge on the second floor. Masumi took out a room card she had prepared long ago from her shoulder bag, opened the door, and after pulling Akira inside, immediately double-locked it.
Although she looked at him with disdain, her movements were very nimble as she directly took off her coat and shorts, leaving only her bra and panties. Then Masumi took out a volume of the Detective Conan manga from her bag and slowly lay down on the bed. She then pulled out several packs of "little umbrellas" (condoms) from her bag, threw them to Akira, and said commandingly: "Alright, next you can do whatever you want."
Having said that, she herself opened the manga book and began to read. Shimizu Akira was a bit dazed. Wait, what exactly did Masumi mean?
Throwing him the little umbrellas and saying he could do anything, she presumably intended to give herself to him, right? But why was she just lying there reading a manga? Do you think you're the Gal next door!
Masumi began to slowly flip through the manga... rustle, rustle, each movement seemed to remind him: I'm right here, do what you think is best.
Akira took another careful look at Masumi on the bed. She was lying on her side, one hand supporting her head, the other holding up the manga, her gaze fixed on the page, very serious and focused. But the tips of her ears were red. It looked as if no matter what he did, she wouldn't refuse, just focusing on her book. But with no eye contact and no interaction, it felt strange.
Akira put the packs of little umbrellas on the bedside table and then sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Masumi."
"..."
"Masumi, look at me."
"I'm reading a book."
"What you're reading isn't a book, it's a manga."
"Manga are books too."
Akira reached out and gently pressed down on the manga in her hand, pushing it down to reveal a pair of purple eyes. Those eyes met his gaze and immediately looked away.
"What?"
"You said just now, I can do anything I want?"
"Mm."
"Then I want you to look at me."
Kamuro Masumi bit her lip, slowly closed the manga, and set it aside. Then she raised her head and looked at him; as expected, there was nervousness in her eyes.
"Is that enough?"
"Mm." Akira nodded, then reached out and tucked a stray hair from her forehead behind her ear. "Masumi. Are you serious?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, are you ready?"
Kamuro Masumi stared at him for two seconds, then reached out, pinched his cheeks, and pulled them to either side.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch..."
"You think I would joke about something like this?" Kamuro glared at him, the force in her hands not diminishing at all. "I prepared the room card in advance, I took my clothes off, and you're still asking me if I'm serious?"
"I was wrong, I was wrong!" Akira quickly apologized.
Kamuro let go, snorted, lay back down, and stared at the ceiling. "I just... don't really know what to do."
"Is that so?" He lay down beside her, "Then let me guide you."
Kamuro turned her head, meeting his gaze. "..."
Akira reached out, gently took her hand, and interlaced their fingers.
"First," he said, "don't look at the manga.
Second, don't be nervous."
"Mm."
"Masumi."
"What?"
"I like you. I've liked you since a long time ago."
"...Liar."
"I'm not lying."
"Then why did you never take the initiative to look for me before?"
"I thought you didn't want to be disturbed."
"Idiot. If I... if I really didn't want to be disturbed, why would I join your harem?"
"You're right. I'm too stupid."
"You are stupid."
"Then can the stupid person kiss you?"
"Whatever you want."
Akira lowered his head and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek. Then her forehead. Then the tip of her nose. Then the corner of her mouth.
Kamuro closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly, her hand always tightly clutching his.
"Masumi."
"Hmm?"
"In the future, I won't leave you alone."
"You said it."
"Yes, I said it."
She stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly reached out and hugged his neck. "If you dare lie to me, I'll kill you."
"Okay."
Akira pulled Kamuro, and the two sat up from the bed again. He slowly raised his hand and placed it on her thigh. Just as he had lamented before, it felt firm and very "fleshy."
"Have you felt enough?"
"No. This is only the beginning."
"Pervert."
"The pervert's girlfriend."
Kamuro bit her teeth, wishing she could take a bite out of him. But the heat coming from his palm felt like it was about to melt her, causing her to lose a lot of strength for some reason.
"Masumi, say 'Ah~'."
Masumi instinctively opened her mouth. The next second, something hot explored between her lips. She instinctively wanted to retreat, but Akira's hand was already supporting the back of her head, not letting her escape.
"..."
Kamuro closed her eyes. Ten seconds later. Akira finally let go of her, backing away a short distance.
"Breathe," he said.
Only then did Kamuro realize she had forgotten to breathe, panting heavily. "You..." She glared at Akira.
Before she could finish, her boyfriend leaned in again. "One more time."
"Still... haven't kissed enough... you... idiot!"
"It's not enough. Masumi, be good, open up~"
"......"
Kamuro found that her body seemed to no longer listen to her commands. Even though her mind was thinking about refusal, her body took a step ahead and opened her mouth, even actively leading him to invade her territory. Her body had actually defected!
Akira had no idea Masumi had so many little thoughts in her heart; he only felt that her body was incredibly straightforward. After the kiss, he reached for a little umbrella, intending to open it. Unexpectedly, Masumi suddenly grabbed his hand.
"Wait!"
"What's wrong?"
"The first time, I want to be on top!"
"..."
"I absolutely cannot let you continue to hold the initiative! I'm the Master today!"
"Alright, alright, whatever you say!"
He lay flat, hands tucked behind his head. Kamuro Masumi knelt beside him, staring at him with a very stubborn gaze. She agonized for several seconds before slowly straddling him.
"You... don't look at me."
"If I don't look at you, where should I look?"
"Look at the ceiling."
"The ceiling isn't as good-looking."
"Then close your eyes."
"How can I cooperate with you if I close my eyes?"
Kamuro bit her teeth and reached out to cover his eyes. "Is this okay?"
"...."
Kamuro bit her lip, her other hand slowly reaching down. Then she froze.
"What's wrong?"
"Don't talk."
"...I'm not talking."
"Your breathing is too loud."
"Can breathing be quiet?"
"Shut up."
Akira obediently shut up. Kamuro took a deep breath, and then...
"Ugh..."
"Masumi? Are you okay?"
"...Don't move."
"I'm not moving."
"Don't move your breathing either."
"Er..."
Kamuro did not reply. Her whole body froze there, panting in large gulps. After quite a while, her body finally began to slowly relax.
"You... can open your eyes now."
"Does it hurt?"
"...It's okay."
"Then... continue?"
Kamuro glared at him, but there was no power in the look. She tried to move. Her body froze again for a moment, but she gritted her teeth and slowly began to move.
"Masumi."
"What?"
"I just wanted to call your name."
Kamuro's movements paused for a moment, then she increased her speed. "Shut up."
"I'm serious."
"Didn't you hear me tell you to shut up?"
"I heard, but I wanted to say it."
Kamuro lowered her head and blocked his mouth with her lips. This time it wasn't him taking the initiative, but her. Akira reached out to hug her waist, responding to her kiss.
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No one knew how much time had passed. Kamuro Masumi was slumped on Akira's chest, panting heavily, her entire person looking as if she had been fished out of water.
"I'm exhausted..." she muttered in a small voice. She hadn't expected being on top to be so tiring. However, it really was quite comfortable. Tch, she finally understood why those six smelly women always went to find Shimizu Akira at night.
"Who told you to be so stubborn."
"Shut up."
"Okay, okay, shutting up. Then rest for a bit?"
"Mm."
Kamuro lay on top of him. Akira gently patted her back, as if soothing a child.
"Shimizu Akira."
"Hmm?"
"In the future... can we still do this?"
"Do what?"
"...You have to make me say it, don't you!"
"Whenever you want."
"Really?"
"Really."
Kamuro was silent for a few seconds, then she gently leaned to his ear and said softly: "Idiot... I was afraid you'd overthink it. My dating you isn't because I'm afraid of being threatened or anything... it's because I like you that I'm with you."
Akira stroked her head and said with a light laugh, "Yeah, I know."
"Do you really know? I've almost never said things like that."
"Even if you don't say it, I know. Liking someone isn't about saying it, but doing it. I know better than anyone how good you are to me."
For once, Kamuro looked at him with a soft gaze. Neither of them spoke, just quietly feeling each other's warmth. Until Masumi discovered that her two stockings had somehow gained another two holes.
"You bastard! Did you do it on purpose?!"
"I really didn't!"
"Sigh, looks like I can only call Miki over to bring another pair of stockings."
"Uh... are you sure? Last time it was just using hands, asking her to bring stockings was fine. This time we've both been completely open with each other, it might not be appropriate to call her over?" Akira hesitated.
To his surprise, Kamuro ignored him and snorted coldly: "A person like you who likes to open a harem is still afraid of losing face? Just call her!"
Akira wanted to say something more, but Kamuro had already picked up the phone by the bed and navigated to the chat interface with Yamamura Miki. "Sent," she said.
"...You really sent it?"
"Mm."
She typed several more characters. "Did she reply?"
Kamuro took a look at the phone: "...Not yet."
"Then while she hasn't replied, hurry and withdraw it?"
"Not withdrawing."
Akira looked at her stubborn expression and lay back on the pillow.
"Fine then, if you're not afraid, what do I have to fear."
Kamuro snorted, put the phone aside, and after checking a message, pouted unhappily and slumped back onto his chest.
"What's wrong?"
"Miki said she's being pestered by Morishita Ai and it'll take over ten minutes to come over. I hate that woman Morishita Ai; I don't know what's so good about her. The person who called Miki a thin sheet of paper back then just treats Miki like a subordinate to be bossed around."
"Well... I talked to this Morishita a few times a while back; she isn't really a bad person."
"You dare speak for her? You couldn't have fallen for her, could you? Hmm?"
"Uh... as if, you're overthinking it, nothing of the sort!"
"I trust you wouldn't have the guts. I'm telling you, I hate that woman. If I see the two of you together, I'll punish you with a thousand push-ups, until you can't hold on anymore! Understood?"
"Understood! Understood!"
Actually, a thousand push-ups wasn't really much for him, after all.