Miyamoto Kuroha was just an ordinary second-year student at Kuoh Academy. He'd always seen himself as a single drop in the ocean—plain, unremarkable, destined to drift through life unnoticed amid the crowd. Those steamy encounters and romantic confessions from novels and manga? To him, they were distant fantasies, worlds away from his everyday reality.
But life has a way of surprising you when you least expect it. On a bright, sunny day, the monotony of school life shattered with a sweet, melodic call.
"K-Kuroha-kun! Please go out with me!"
In that instant, Kuroha swore he heard the gears of fate grinding into motion. The scene unfolding before him felt like a dream. Amano Yuma—her name alone was poetry in motion, and she looked like a fairy stepped straight out of a scroll. Her long, glossy black hair danced gently in the breeze as she fidgeted shyly with her locks. Her delicate, exquisite features flushed pink with the tension of her confession, making her all the more enchanting.
Right then, Amano Yuma struck Kuroha's heart like Cupid's arrow, piercing straight through the calm he'd guarded for so long. Her beauty and cuteness sent his pulse racing like a startled deer. He couldn't help wondering if this was love at first sight.
Faced with such a dreamlike moment, Kuroha could hardly believe it was real. The ideal girl he'd thought could only exist in his dreams had sought him out and confessed her feelings. It was a miracle!
To make sure it wasn't some illusion, he pinched his arm hard, feeling the sharp sting of reality. Then, in a goofy move, he slapped his own cheeks twice. Yuma's eyes widened in surprise and confusion, but Kuroha just flashed her an awkward, blissfully dopey grin. That utterly ordinary afternoon had transformed into the brightest chapter of his life, all because of Amano Yuma.
Heh heh... this is really happening?
From that day on, a girl's presence shadowed his every step, her clingy affection broadcasting to the world.
This stunningly beautiful and adorable girl is my girlfriend! Kuroha turned into a walking spotlight, flashing his happiness nonstop, determined to blind every jealous glare!
Nearly a week into dating, Yuma finally invited him on their first official date.
Kuroha's heart pounded wildly all over again.
Is it time? Our first date—does that mean... a k-kiss?
His mind buzzed with speculation, keeping him up all night. The next day finally arrived.
He got up early, threw together an outfit, and headed out hours ahead of schedule to the meeting spot.
No wonder he was like this—a total lifelong singleton facing his first girlfriend date. How could he not be nervous?
But he'd arrived way too early. As Kuroha watched cute girls pass by, his blood pumping with excitement, the appointed time still hadn't come.
"Time's dragging so slow..."
He sighed in resignation.
While waiting quietly, some random stranger handed him a weird flyer.
"Take a look..."
The guy vanished after shoving it at him.
Kuroha glanced at it casually.
It was a mysterious flyer, boldly emblazoned with "Fulfill Your Heart's Desire!" and adorned with eerie, arcane magic circle patterns.
What the heck is this...?
He muttered inwardly but stuffed it into his pocket—no trash can nearby, and he didn't want to miss Yuma showing up if he stepped away.
Finally, the time arrived.
Yuma appeared right on the dot, right in front of him.
"Kuroha-kun, sorry—did I keep you waiting?"
Gazing at Amano Yuma's sweet smile, Kuroha finally said the line he'd always wanted to.
"Nah, I just got here too."
He played it cool, but his hand in his pocket clenched into a tight fist.
God, one day I can actually say that line! Mom, your boy's all grown up!
Yuma took the initiative, lacing her fingers with his. The two awkward high schoolers set off on their innocent first date.
Just like you'd expect, they browsed clothing stores, giggled over cute trinkets in shops, and grabbed a cheap meal at a family restaurant. Yuma didn't complain once—she happily dug into a parfait.
During lunch, she even shyly fed him a couple bites, nearly moving Kuroha to tears.
Is this the joy of being a normie? It's this happy!
His mind overflowed with such thoughts.
Time slipped away in that burst of bliss, and before he knew it, evening had fallen.
As Kuroha figured, it was nearly time to part. Would things progress further? Could that legendary, sacred kiss happen today?!
Yuma suddenly stopped in front of a certain shop, still holding his hand.
Her eyes shimmered with misty allure as she looked up at him.
"Kuroha-kun... can you stay with me a little longer? Just a bit..."
"O-Of course!"
He had no clue what she had in mind, but more time with her? Hell yes.
"Then... how about we go there?"
She pointed at the shop behind them, seeking his okay.
"Uh... sure...???"
Kuroha froze, his automatic agreement dying on his lips.
What? Can I even go in a place like this? No way, right? Isn't this too fast?!
Staring at the huge "Love Hotel" sign, he swallowed hard.
Is this a hint?
Am I, just one week into having a girlfriend, about to end my 17-year virgin streak here?
"Is that no good?"
Yuma gazed up at him with pitiful, heart-melting eyes. Without a second thought, Kuroha took her hand and led her inside.
In the room, surrounded by seductive pink wallpaper and lighting, with Yuma fidgeting shyly before him, Kuroha's heart felt like it would explode.
No doubt about it—my single life ends now...
Just as he'd hoped, yet never dared imagine.
Yuma threw herself into his arms, her eyes brimming with watery desire as she gazed at him. Her cherry lips parted, exhaling warm, orchid-scented breath as they drew slowly closer.
When those soft lips met his, Kuroha's mind went blank.
Her slick, nimble tongue slipped into his mouth, flooding his senses with the sweet nectar of her saliva.
His long-fantasized first kiss was stolen by Yuma. As they sucked and savored each other, bodies heating up, Kuroha grew unsatisfied with just this.
Ah... such a sweet taste. It's intoxicating. Her slender, delicate frame pressed tight against him, her modestly sized but bouncy, snow-white breasts squishing firmly into his chest.
Every breath carried Yuma's unique, intoxicating fragrance.
Dazed by the scene, Kuroha's courage surged.
His trembling hand reached out, inching toward her body. When his hot palm pressed against her supple waist, Yuma let out a surprised "mmph," but she didn't stop him. She shot him a playfully scolding glance before closing her eyes.