Under the fireworks of a Kyoto summer, I had fallen into an incomprehensible situation.
In the sweltering Kyoto heat, right in the middle of a loud, primal rooftop sex session with Kumiko on a local mountain, I was—shamefully—spotted mid-act by a female classmate.
I could understand that much, but perhaps because I was a “beautiful girl” in my previous life (and essentially the “Princess of Princesses” in the otaku circle), that classmate was actually using me as material to masturbate in the shade of the trees.
And so, I came face-to-face with that classmate, Kousaka, while she was masturbating.
I had a premonition that this was one of Kumiko’s schemes, and I realized I had been “set up” in a double sense.
Kumiko was surprisingly calm.
Since it was her scheme, I suppose that was only natural.
“Wait a moment; I’m going to go talk to Reina,” she told me.
In my agitation, I could only manage a shaky, “O-Okay…” I tried my absolute best to pretend I wasn’t listening to the conversation between the two behind me.
I heard suspicious words like “ready-to-eat meal,” “losing virginity” (which would be “losing one’s V-card” in my previous life’s terms), and “practice,” but I focused all my energy on tuning it out.
I tried to think about pleasant things instead.
Ah…
like Mizore-senpai, whom I taught how to masturbate recently.
I wonder what kind of things I should teach her next time we meet…
I’m looking forward to it.
I’m also looking forward to Kato Hazuki, who has become my Friend with Benefits…
Thinking about those things made me incredibly horny.
I just finished having outdoor sex with Kumiko on the mountain rooftop—why can I only think of topics that turn me on?!
Because of that, my “son” was already reaching a high voltage.
While I was feeling slightly disgusted with myself, it seemed Kumiko and the other had finished talking.
“Hey, I have something to tell you,” Kumiko whispered into my ear.
(Please hold Reina.) (I mean, I’m fine with it…
but what’s this so suddenly?) I asked Kumiko back in confusion.
(It seems she’s troubled because she can’t figure out how to lose her virginity.) (What?
But isn’t Kousaka all about the trumpet…?) (I thought so too, but it seems she found someone she likes, and she wants to borrow you for a rehearsal.
I don’t think it’s a bad thing.) —It seems she’s been thinking of you for quite some time.
I was even more shaken.
—…What?
I almost let the voice out, but before I could, Kousaka appeared.
Even in the dim mountain light, I could tell her face was bright red with embarrassment.
Neither I nor Kousaka could meet each other’s eyes due to our mutual embarrassment.
“…” “…” A long silence followed as we both stood there agitated.
Perhaps unable to bear watching us, Kumiko stood behind Kousaka, lifted her yukata from the back, and smiled at me with a smirk.
“See?
She’s this wet.” “W-Wait, Kumiko…!” In contrast to Kousaka’s protest, there were pink panties drenched in fluid.
The arousal was extreme; the lubrication was flowing down her thighs and knees, past her sandals, and even wetting the ground.
That was how much she had been turned on by the sex between Kumiko and me.
Thick, shiny strands of her love juice clung to her inner thighs, glistening under the faint light of the fireworks.
Kousaka was deeply embarrassed.
It was rare to see Kousaka, who usually acted the part of the cool beauty, like this, and I was happy to discover a new side of her.
Of course, my “son” isn’t the type to do nothing after being shown such a sight.
He was already in a state of readiness, but from there, he entered full combat mode — rock-hard, veins bulging, the head glistening with precum as it throbbed visibly.
“Reina, it’s fine, it’s fine.
Were the words you just said a lie?
‘It’s a woman’s shame to let a prepared meal go uneaten.'” “…It wasn’t a lie.” “You have someone you want to be recognized by, right?
You said it yourself—it’s better to practice here than to be so nervous you can’t do anything when the time comes.” “…Yeah.” “So, steel yourself…
okay?” Saying that, Kumiko made Kousaka sit next to me.
Having become honest, Kousaka finally met my eyes and, with an uncharacteristic restlessness, sought me out.
“I-It’s my first time, so I want you to teach me various things…” “I understand.” I, too, had made up my mind at this point.
Kousaka didn’t want to be unable to lead when she eventually did it with the person she liked.
Especially in an old town like Kyoto.
She probably wanted to discard a shameful title like “virgin” with me.
As for me, I welcomed it!
A top-tier cool beauty like Kousaka—a high-class woman, so to speak—is not someone you find easily, even in a society with more women.
It feels a bit odd to say it myself, but if I am the “Alpha of Alphas,” Kousaka is the “Ultimate Female.” There aren’t many women this wonderful.
Moreover, her figure is as good as Asuka-senpai’s.
Her legs are long, her waist curve is incredible, and as for her breasts, she’s in a growth spurt so extreme her swimsuit from last year doesn’t fit anymore.
By the way, the source is Kumiko.