You could tell it was well-maintained just by looking.
Instruments grow old and dull if you don’t maintain them or play them regularly.
Just wiping them down with a cloth occasionally or playing them a little makes a huge difference.
Regarding her instrument, it was clearly well cared for and quite high quality.
Not only was her playing skill outstanding, but her beauty was also truly remarkable.
She was such a beautiful girl that people from other schools would come just to see her.
Her hair was jet-black and perfectly straight, without even the slightest wave or kink.
She looked like she could be a model.
That long, straight hair reaching down to her waist, combined with her short school skirt, was incredibly erotic.
If I hadn’t met Kumiko, I would have wanted to make this girl my primary wife.
Above all, what stood out was her selfish, outrageous body.
Usually, slim people complain that fat disappears from their chest first, but she alone naturally possessed a perfect BANG!
CURVY!
BANG!
figure — full, heavy D-cup breasts that strained against any clothing, a narrow waist that flared out into wide, fertile hips, and long, toned legs from years of marching practice.
Her skin was flawless and pale, and her sharp, beautiful face with piercing eyes gave her an almost untouchable allure.
During pool class, she was wearing only a swimsuit with nothing to hide her figure, and I nearly got an erection that would have been embarrassing.
In a world where men are expected to be chaste— ――――――I was the complete opposite, and I almost embarrassed myself.
Moreover, Kousaka was still only 15 years old.
It’s said that women’s growth stops at 16, but just as adult men can continue growing in height until 25 or 26, women actually continue growing past 16 as well.
Her future development was something to look forward to.
If I could make a girl with such a selfishly perfect body my second wife, it would be the best.
While thinking such lust-filled things and walking with Kumiko, my cheek was suddenly pinched, and the pain brought me back to reality.
“You were thinking about something perverted just now, weren’t you?” Kumiko said this with puffed-up cheeks, clearly angry, and she was so cute that I couldn’t help it.
Even though I was being scolded, I still thought she was adorable—I was completely smitten with Kumiko.
As expected of Kumiko.
She was my wife, my bride, my girlfriend, and she understood me so well.
I almost wanted to push her down right there, but even in a society that was lenient about sex, I couldn’t do it on a public road with so many people around.
――Though doing it in the shade of a side path would probably be fine.
Really, I still didn’t understand why a super-skilled player like Kousaka had come to Kitauji.
There must be some reason.
Together with Kumiko, I turned off the main path and started climbing the trail toward the summit of Enzou Mountain.
For some reason, Kumiko was carrying her euphonium.
It was heavy, so we took turns carrying it as we headed for the summit.
Although Kyoto’s basin tends to trap humidity, the yukata is traditional Japanese clothing.
Unlike Western clothing that developed in cold European regions, it has wide sleeves and open areas around the chest and legs, allowing air to flow through easily.
In the muggy and humid Kyoto summer, it was especially comfortable.
Kumiko and I took turns carrying the euphonium as we climbed, but since we were both wearing geta or sandals, the mountain path was quite tough.
Kumiko seemed to feel the same way, so we decided to take a break midway.
Kumiko looked even more beautiful than usual.
It was probably thanks to the slow sex we had the other day.
I felt a stronger sense of attachment toward her than usual.
It seemed Kumiko felt the same way about me, because she snuggled closer.
Perhaps the heat had made her horny, because she parted the front of my yukata and slipped her hand into my crotch, her small, warm fingers wrapping around my already hardening cock and stroking it slowly.
“…Shall we do it?” Seeing Kumiko so eager and in the mood for H, I could only ――――overwhelmed by her cuteness ――――and by her figure trembling with desire, “Mm.” nod in response.
We sat side by side on the bench and, in the quiet mid-slope of the mountain, we enjoyed each other’s crotches while making wet, lewd sounds.
Kumiko’s delicate fingers pumped my shaft with increasing confidence while I slid two fingers into her already soaking pussy, curling them against her G-spot as her love juices coated my hand and dripped onto the bench.
Kumiko must have planned to take it off during our date today, because she wasn’t wearing a towel.
Last time, she had wrapped a towel around her chest because people say slimmer (meaning flat-chested) looks more beautiful in kimono or yukata.
When she took it off, I couldn’t help but laugh, and she punched me hard, making me feel embarrassed.
It was due to my ignorance of the physical differences between men and women, and I still feel sorry about it now… Today, it seemed she wasn’t wearing a towel.
She had probably planned to take it off with me from the start.
The nape of Kumiko’s neck and her exposed collarbone were flushed with excitement, sweat clinging to her skin and shining glossily under the streetlight.
Her small breasts rose and fell rapidly with each breath, nipples visibly stiff against the thin yukata fabric.
I felt the sensation of being inside Kumiko’s vagina and the love juices that came out — hot, slick, and abundant, squeezing around my fingers rhythmically.
Kumiko, too, was aware of my erection and precum, and we both sensed that our orgasms were approaching.
My back was covered in goosebumps.
The unique tingling sensation of sex swept across my skin.
We could have just continued like that, but I suddenly thought of something different.
“…Since we’re here, want to have sex at the summit?” Kumiko seemed drawn to the mysterious power word “sex at the summit.” “…Okay♩” She agreed enthusiastically.
Sorry for just blurting out a random idea.
We reconnected our hands, still slippery with each other’s love juices, and leisurely headed for the summit together.
By the way, I was embarrassed about my erection and was walking hunched forward, when “There’s no one else here, so you don’t have to worry about it, you know?” she said gently.
Right now, the entire city of Kyoto was in a festive mood for the Agata Festival, and there was almost no sign of people on this mountain, which was both a tourist spot and a hiking destination.
So I decided to walk with my erection proudly on display, my hard cock tenting the front of my yukata obscenely.
Through Kumiko’s hand, I could feel her heartbeat growing stronger as we approached the summit.
My own heartbeat also rose to its peak as we gained altitude.