[Kiyotaka POV]

My sweet dreams were broken by the pressure I felt on my lower body.

"Well~Well~Well~ Look whose finally awake."

A sultry voice called out to me. When I lowered my gaze, on top of my blanket --- a certain senpai was mounting me around my hips with me pinched between her plump thighs. She had placed both her hands on my chest and had a sly grin on her face. 

Fuuka Senpai.

She looked down at me with a concentrated gaze. Why do I feel like she's been watching me sleep all night?

"Morning~~."

"....Morning," I replied, not even a bit surprised.

Fuuka pretty much comes and goes from my apartment as she pleases, she might as well kick me out and start living here at this point.

"Sooo... What are you doing?"

"What you ask, waking you up of course. I thought boys like being woken up like this?''

I'm dealing with a certain phenomenon known as morning wood, and worst of all, all of Fuuka's body weight is currently pressing down on it. The way she was sitting on my hips was just like the cow-girl position.

How annoying.

Furthermore, spring is almost over. Summer is right around the corner. The season when a girl's clothes receive the most exposure of the year. In a nutshell, she's dressed casually. Fuuka was dressed in a camisole-style brassiere top and hot leggings this morning. Her bare thighs dazzled in my eyes and the sensation of her mounting me.... regretfully felt good.

And much to my disappointment, my eyes were inadvertently attracted to some other spot.

Her breasts.

Fuuka's breasts were rather voluminous. Her corpulent swellings stretched out the highly elastic brassiere top all the way. The cleavage, where multiple of my fingers could fit, was something not to be underestimated either.

"Hey, you wanna get up, or do you want to stay like this?" Fuuka smiled seductively.

I pushed Fuuka to the side before getting off.

However before I got get off my bed, Fuuka grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled me towards her. Until she was lying down while I was on top of her.

''Kyaaa.. Ayanokouji you pervert.'' Fuuka faked a voice of complaint, despite the fact that she's the perpetrator.

Our faces were near to one other at a distance where our breath could be felt.

It was so close that I hesitated to speak. The sweet aroma of my senpai entered my nose. The moment I had collapsed, both straps of Fuuka's brassiere top slipped down her arms and her big breasts were about to spill out. It had slipped down so much that the tip was nearly visible.

Furthermore, one of my knees was wedged between her enticing thighs that protruded from her hot short jeans, and if I moved even one inch, I would unintentionally touch a spot I wasn't allowed to touch.

And in a silence of a few seconds, which felt like an eternity, I stayed still, still processing what just happened.

''Quite energetic today, aren't you,'' Fuuka whispered.

I sighed before calmly getting off her. Fuuka who was still lying on the bed took a more comfortable posture.

''Just you wait Ayanokouji. I will make you crack. Soon. Very soon.''

I ignored her words and got ready for school.

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Chabishira sensei was explaining Quantum physics on the black board, but my undivided attention was on Horikita, or rather her breasts. Her breasts were average-sized, but it was perky and the ideal shape.

I'm not perving out, I'm just window shopping. Fuuka said she wanted a club member who has small boobs she's self-conscious about. Horikita does seem like the self-conscious type, sadly everything else doesn't match the criteria.

Perhaps noticing my gaze Horikita showed me a displeased expression.

''Your thoughts are clear as day,'' she glared.

''Hey Horikita what's your bra size?'' I asked just to be sure. There is a chance she's so self-conscious of her boobs that she's wearing breast pads to make it seem bigger.

Don't worry I don't judge.

Horikita stared at me with a blank expression. Whatever she expected me to say, this wasn't it. It was as if 'Horikita.exe' stopped working, and was waiting to reboot.

''Are you sure you want me to answer that.'' She took out her compass from her purse with a trembling hand and pointed it at me as if she was ready to slit my throat.

''On second thought, it's probably not worth it.''

''A wise decision.'' She calmly puts the compass back in her purse, like she was sheathing a sword.

Guess Horikita is off the list, Kushida is an obvious no-no. That leaves Karuizawa's group. Maybe I will ask them tomorrow.

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Just as I opened the front door of my dorm I found a certain white-haired senpai sitting in a seiza sitting position, with her back straight and her legs crossed. I'm not even surprised she got in even though my door was originally locked.

''How do you always get here before me?'' I asked my intruder.

''Arent you the one who arrives early? Don't you have any friends in your class you can hang out with?''

''I'm not really an outgoing type of person.''

"Little about you suggests a lack of social skill. I mean a beautiful girl is in front of you, and you never seemed nervous nor stuttered," Fuuka conceded. "You're not shy, but you are an introvert."

"Why are you in my house again," I said warily.

"My house, your house. What's the difference?" Her flirtatious tone made me sigh.

''Can I ask you something?''

''Who me? Go ahead'' She smiled smugly.

''Why the heck are you naked?''

Well, naked is the wrong term. She wrapped herself in a long red ribbon, while strategically making sure it covers all her alluring parts. She looks like a present for me to open. 

I didn't know what to say. So I just stared. Her eyes danced with amusement. Her voice alone was entrancing, and just standing there talking with her gave me the stiffest hard-on of my life—and I wasn't even looking below her smug face.

Wait a minute... Why am I getting a boner?

I have seen this woman topless before, her pink nipples in full display, and this hasn't happened.

What's different now? Is it what she's wearing? If you compare a completely nude woman to a woman in a tight swimsuit, the one clothed will have a higher sex appeal. 

The idea that imagination makes things more appealing lends some credibility to that notion. Having it covered up makes the male mind ponder and conjure up images of what it might look like. Seeing it directly eliminates any guesswork, and while it may be arousing, the mind does not continue trying to create a visual.

Totally normal. The tease is often more alluring than the reveal.

A magic trick loses some of its flairs once you know the truth. Like foreplay is to sex.

A kind of horny curiosity. Dick-uriosity.

Perhaps to break the silence, Fuuka started speaking-

"How may I serve you, master? Pfft..haha I'm sorry, I always wanted to try saying that." she purred.

''.....''

It's a fetish... isn't it? Cause I just felt my dick throb the moment she called me master. However, it's nothing to worry about. Everyone has different fetishes.

Mine just happens to be half-naked girls delivered to me wrapped like Christmas presents, while they call me master.

..........

I think I need therapy.

"Ayanokouji?"

"Let's just... uh... go inside." I tried to be subtle in adjusting my pants as I walked.

I failed. Fuuka saw, and was pleased.

Tch... This woman.

Inside, I found the living room light had been left on. I led her into my bedroom and shut the door.

I sighed, dropping my backpack and my blazer on my relatively bare desk. 

"I'm pretty tired, I guess. I just need a shower."

"As do I," she responded. 

A more experienced man would have recognized the invitation. However, I don't care. I let the hint shoot right past me.

"Okay. Well, there's only one shower; I suppose you could use mine but only after I'm done. I can keep it quick so you don't run out of hot water."

Fuuka cocked her head to one side curiously. It had the effect of raising the hair that dangled over her right breast, revealing more of the curve. But, as though taunting and teasing came naturally to Fuuka, it wasn't entirely exposed.

''You're being weirdly nice to me?'' she smiled, her crimson eyes twinkling.

''Am I? Must be your imagination. Please don't tell me I'm gonna have to get you some clothes?

"Fear not, I still have my school uniform in my bag. Of course, I am perfectly at ease in being nude if that's what you prefer...?"

"Do whatever you want. I'll just go to the shower. I'm exhausted." With that, I grabbed some clothes and stepped out.

Fuuka POV

I looked on in awe. That bulge in his jeans showed that Ayanokouji had a perfectly natural response to my presence. For the first time.....

But why today? Why now?

He seemed a bit uncomfortable, but not exceptionally so. If anything, he seemed to be fighting his urges with... virtue? No, I highly doubt that guy is virtuous. Or...maybe because it's me. Hehe, guess that guy is pretty adamant about disliking girls that are troublesome.

I went to his living room, before removing all the red ribbon tangled up with my body. 

I took my time untangling myself, still bemused at the thought of him showering alone even though I gave him the signal. 

By the time I finished, I found Ayanokouji already in bed. He lay on his bed, his short brown hair wet and his school uniform exchanged for simple blue sweatpants and a t-shirt. He was reading a book. I find him physically appealing enough.

I entered the room brushing my hair as I looked down at my kohai. 

Well, I see no reason I can't have plenty of fun with him. Even though I had my clothes with me, I decided to give him a surprise. A naked surprise.

I slipped up to him, grinning as his eyes fluttered in my direction. As usual, he doesn't even seem fazed. He fixed his gaze on me, at my flawless face that would never need make-up. My hair was back over my shoulders to reveal my magnificent chest. My figure was shapely and perfectly curved, my skin smooth and flawless.

"Do you like what you see, Ayanokouji?" I smiled seductively, placing one knee between his legs and leaning over him.

"Yes." 

Wait... what? I blinked.

''Just looking at you makes my heart race.''

WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY AYANOKOUJI !?!

Is he possessed?!? How am I gonna find an exorcist in this school? Hmm... Possessed or not, I can't let this chance slip by.

"I am glad. I like to be watched by you. I am glad you find me beautiful... and I am yours, Ayanokouji." I drew ever nearer, my breasts hanging alluringly close to his mouth. "Take me as you like."

......

''Did you actually believe that crap?'' He rolled his eyes.

''H-Huh.??''

"Be gone thot!" He went back to reading his book as if the letters on the paper were more interesting than the beautiful naked girl on top of him.

''Oh... Your back to normal. What a shame.'' I exclaimed disappointedly.

I could've sworn I cracked him today. I know he wants to get laid. But he's not desperate either. I mean I gave him plenty of chances but he practically does nothing to me. What a weird guy.

Kiyotaka POV

Thank God she got rid of the Christmas present cosplay, a few more seconds of exposure to that, and I probably would've taken my chances with Fuuka.

Fuuka POV

I sat upright, giving him yet another view of my beauty in all its glory. 

"Lust frightens you?" I observed.

"Not really."

"Then what? You're afraid you'll fall in love after one night of sex?"

"Sure why not." He dryly scoffed. This is probably the first time I have seen his eyes shine with amusement. Like the idea of falling in love with me is something he has no doubt will never happen.

"How old are you?"

"Almost seventeen."

"And no girlfriend? A virgin, I bet, yes?"

''Yeah—"

"I am beautiful, naked, and offering myself to you, bound to you for today, and you won't touch me because you find me troublesome. Is that about right?"

Ayanokouji just shrugged his shoulders in response.

''.......''

Tch.. I don't get it. He seemed so into me before he went to the shower. So what changed? Is it because I'm no longer wrapped like a present. No... That's just stupid. I'm fully nude now for crying out loud. Int that like an upgrade.

 Wait his mood changed after he came back from the shower.

Shower.....

"Oh...I get it," I said, softening my tone and tracing a finger down his chest. "I just realized why you lost all interest in me the moment you came outta the shower.''

''What are you blabbering about?''

 I traced my finger further down past the waistband of his pants to give him a genuine rush. 

''Haha.. You jerked off to me, didn't you!! That's why your sexual libido is down!''

''.....''

I nodded my head, trying not to laugh in exasperation. I might as well run sherlock out of business at this point.

"What?...."

"Don't worry Ayanokouji," I said pulled the sheets over us both, and curled up beside him. ''I don't mind. In fact, I'm flattered.''

"I didn't jerk off to you, Fuuka. In fact, I never even tried jerking off my entire life." He sighed.

''Aw.. Don't be shy...... Wait what???''

''I'm a firm believer of #NoFap, the only way I'm ever nutting would be inside a woman.''

''........'' I stared at him, my smile gone for the first time.

''How old are you again?''

''16'' He was back to reading his book. Not even looking at me.

''So let me get this straight. You want to sleep with a woman but you have zero sexual experience. Even with your own body.''

''More or less, yeah.''

I slowly slid off him, until I was laid down right next to him.

He never even tried masturbating.... so he has no idea of the dopamine of pleasure that comes with it.

Is that why he's so indifferent to my actions.

This guy..... Despite his mind being so fucked up, has the purest body I have ever seen.

That thought alone had me lying awake for hours, silently staring at the ceiling next to him. While he read his book, completely ignoring me.

[TO BE CONTINUED]

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[A/N Next chapter will be the first-ever chapter with actual sex in it, between Fuuka and Ayanokouji]