Adolescent Adam Volume 6 Chapter 3
The Fujita family tended to be low energy,
but Mutsuki did not have trouble getting up in the morning.
But just because he did not have trouble
did not mean he was particularly good at it.
However…
Rinnnng,
rinnnnng.
Yet again, he got out of bed at 5 AM at the
insistence of his ringing cellphone.
“h.e.l.lo?”
“Are you up?”
“Yefh.”
“We meet in the Student Council Room at
0600 again. Don’t be late. Got that?”
His groggy mind managed to answer “yes”. He
suppressed his desire to dive right back into bed and got dressed. He put on
his gym clothes instead of his uniform. He had 3 pairs, but it was a little
damp because he had been wearing them every day lately and his laundry rotation
could not keep up.
The sun had yet to color the eastern sky,
so the living room’s eastern window was dark. He sighed and prepared breakfast
like usual.
“I’m back~♪ Oh? Hee hee hee. You’re up early again.”
“Welcome back, Micha-san.”
After having fun on her motorcycle all
night, Micha returned at around half past five. He had already explained the
situation to her, so she chuckled at the tired look on Mutsuki’s face.
“Was her name Ren-chan? She must really
like you.”
“This isn’t easy…”
“Don’t blame her, Mutsuki-kun. You give off
this aura that makes older girls want to take care of you.”
This was nothing as kind as taking care of
him, so he could only sigh.
“Is Ange in her room?”
“Yes. …I think. She left yesterday like you
did. I went to bed at 10 and haven’t seen her.”
He had no time, so he ate his breakfast while
preparing the food and placed Micha and Ange’s portions on plates. After
brushing his teeth and finishing getting ready, he grabbed the bag with his
school supplies and uniform in it.
“I’ll be going. Make sure Ange doesn’t
sleep in.”
“Will do~”
To arrive by the promised time, he left the
house when the September sky had only started growing bright.
He arrived at school at 5:50. He left his
bag in the cla.s.sroom before heading to the Student Council Room.
“0555. You made sure to arrive 5 minutes
early. Well done.”
She was already there.
Ren also wore her gym clothes and she
nodded when the boy arrived.
“To hone your charitable heart, let’s get
to work preparing for the cultural festival.”
She stood straight and directly faced him.
Mutsuki was fully awake now but still weary. She, however, exuded motivation
and eagerness from her entire body.
“Are you ready, Fujita Mutsuki?”
“…Yes.”
“Show me more energy than that.”
“Yes!”
3 days had pa.s.sed.
Mutsuki was being punished for his deviant
s.e.xual behavior on campus, but for Machina’s sake, they could not make a big
deal out of it and so President Shirohara was personally overseeing the punishment.
Plus, Machina had not been all that angry
in the first place, so it was more an issue of Ren’s feelings.
The personal punishment given to Mutsuki
was to a.s.sist with Student Council business until the cultural festival.
Basically, he did odd jobs to prepare for
the festival.
It seemed simple, but it was rough. Mutsuki
alone had to take over all the help for a festival held by the entire gigantic school.
Ren had made a number of comments:
“Listen, Fujita Mutsuki. I once monitored
you, so I don’t think you are a vulgar person to the core. I think you merely
lost your way in the 5 months I was gone.”
“You hold an important position as the
bearer of the Serpent’s Eye. I understand how finding yourself in that position
during adolescence can blind you to what is right. But that is why I wish to
guide you to a pure and wholesome life.”
“A wholesome mind is built upon wholesome
deeds. Regain your pure self with volunteer work.”
“Don’t worry. I will work with you.”
It was unclear how she viewed this, but
Mutsuki had never been able to say “no” and this was Shirohara Ren-senpai. He
could not defy her.
“Today, we will be weeding the area around
here. I want the lawn to look nice for the festival.”
“Okay.”
He was entirely unable to complain as she
had him wake up at 5 in the morning to do all sorts of odd jobs.
Today, it was weeding. The schoolyard and
edges of the sports ground had not been maintained over summer break, so there
were plenty of weeds growing.
Even if it was still cool so soon after
sunrise, it was heavy labor. He was sweating after only 15 minutes. Sweat
stained his work gloves and some rough dirt got inside them.
At the very least, this was not a job for a
normal student to be doing at this hour. …He frowned while the smell of the
weeds p.r.i.c.ked at his nose.
But this was the 3rd day. Mutsuki was more
or less voluntarily partic.i.p.ating in this harsh early-morning work.
He was not obligated to do this, so he
could skip it if he wanted.
Then why was he doing it? Part if was his
easily influenced personality. Part of it was self-punishment because he felt
bad for what he did to Machina, even if she was not saying anything about it.
Part of it was Shirohara Ren’s charisma that allowed her to force through some
fairly ridiculous demands.
And…
“Oh… Look, Fujita Mutsuki.”
“Yes?”
Ren called him over while crouched down
next to the school building.
Her work gloves were even muddier than
Mutsuki’s and she pointed at a pale crimson color mixed in with the green
summer gra.s.s.
“It’s a cosmos. In j.a.pan it’s also called…an
autumn cherry blossom, isn’t it?”
“Yes. I see it’s still a bud.”
“It must have wandered in here from
somewhere. It would be a shame to uproot it. There’s a flower bed in the
courtyard that isn’t in use, so let’s move it there.”
She smiled happily and carefully dug around
it.
———And part of it was because she would
spend time with him.
President Shirohara Ren had a strong sense
of responsibility, so she had begun monitoring because she had ordered him here
in the name of providing guidance.
“Don’t
worry. I will work with you.”
Just as she had said, she performed all of
the odd jobs alongside him, from weeding to cleaning the school building. She
was always here early in the morning.
She had no obligation either, but she put
in the same work in the name of providing guidance. He could hardly complain
about that.
And there was one last part of it…
“Time to carry it over. …Oh, the dirt is
falling away. Fujita Mutsuki, hold it in.”
“Oh, yes, yes.”
Ren made a bowl out of her hands and tried
to carry the cosmos and the root ball below it.
Mutsuki wrapped his hands around hers from
below to catch any dirt that fell out.
They were wearing work gloves, but he still
felt his cheeks grow hot from holding her hands. Fortunately, he was sweating,
so she did not notice.
———The last part was of course that he had
feelings for her.
“Kyah!”
“Eh?”
He heard a cute scream.
Wondering what it was, he realized Ren was
acting oddly.
Her eyes were as clear as the September sky
and they were opened wide.
Her usually intelligent face looked more
like a puppy now. He tilted his head, wondering what had happened.
“Eek.”
She tensed up and let out another cute
shriek.
Her shapely chin was pulled all the way
back to her throat to look down at something: her own clothes.
Then he realized that a 5cm object the
color of a dead leaf had hopped from the cosmos and onto her clothes.
Specifically, onto the nametag on her chest.
“Oh, a gra.s.shopper. They’re pretty common
this time of year.”
It was fairly big but not a big deal. It
was only a gra.s.shopper.
He did not often come across bugs at his
age, so he smiled at it.
But the girl with it on her chest was not
smiling at all.
“Uh, uhhh, um, Fujita Mutsuki. Sorry, but…”
“Yes?”
“Hwah…it’s crawling up.”
The uncooperative gra.s.shopper crawled up
her gym shirt in search of higher ground.
In other words, it was approaching her
face.
“G-get it off, get it off.”
Her mouth flapped and her voice was shrill.
Mutsuki was taken aback.
(…She’s so cute.)
He smiled bitterly.
“Do you not like bugs?”
“No, I don’t. Um, hurry?”
“Oh, yes, yes.”
He reached out his hand.
Mutsuki was a boy, so he was not afraid of
a bug like this. He tried to grab it, but…
“Hyahhh!”
Despite being a boy, he forgot how bugs
worked. As soon as he tried to grab it, the gra.s.shopper jumped away. And right
toward Ren’s face.
The frozen girl managed to use her true
reflexes to dodge to the side with incredible speed.
With nowhere to land, the gra.s.shopper fell
into the gra.s.s and the cosmos Ren had been holding fell to the ground. And…
“Ah… Um, senpai?”
It must have really scared her. Ren was
trembling and clinging to Mutsuki.
Like a small child, she clung to the arm he
had not reached out toward her.
(Oh. H-her b.o.o.bs are touching me…)
This unexpected contact with his beloved
uppercla.s.sman caused the boy to freeze in place.
He had been holding this arm out to hold
the cosmos, so she was pressing everything from her chest to her stomach
against the length of the arm.
Most notable was his upper arm squished
between her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.
(Hers are pretty big too. Oh, but they feel
a lot different from Ibekusa-san’s…)
“!”
The girl soon came back to her senses and quickly moved away.
“My apologies. I panicked.”
Where had that cuteness gone? She returned
to the usual dignified and intellectual Shirohara-senpai and cleared her
throat.
“I’ll carry the flower, so you continue
weeding.”
She picked back up the dropped cosmos. It had lost a lot of dirt, so she could
carry it on her own.
He was disappointed he could not hold her
hands through the work gloves, but he had just had even more contact than that,
so being with her would be awkward. He simply nodded and got back to weeding.
Ren’s panic must have stuck with her
because she kept an oddly emotionless face, frowned, and started toward the
courtyard.
She stopped after a single step.
“I wonder if there are…gra.s.shoppers in the
courtyard flower bed.”
“It’s still pretty hot, so probably.”
“…”
“O-okay, okay. I’ll go with you.”
He still did not get to hold her hands, but
he went with her.
He got to see an unusual side to this beloved
uppercla.s.sman, so he decided arriving at school so early might actually be fun.
Unsurprisingly, they were downright
exhausted.
“Ah~~~”
“Really wears you out, doesn’t it?”
The heavy labor from 6 AM left Mutsuki
about to collapse once cla.s.ses started.
He laid his head on his desk and Sakae
rubbed his shoulders.
After being freed at 8, he had changed into
his uniform and gone to his cla.s.sroom. Those 30 minutes until the bell rang
were his precious resting time.
He currently had about 10 minutes left. Machina
and Ange had yet to arrive, but a lot of the boys, Lucia and Sakae included,
had gathered today.
“That girl really p.i.s.ses me off, being so
mean to Mutsuki-kun,” complained Lucia.
Mutsuki smiled bitterly and shook his head
to say she was not being mean to him.
“But it also has got to be nice hanging out
with Shirohara-senpai like that.”
“I know, right? Kah~, I’m so jealous,
Fujita~”
Everyone gathered there began speaking.
Gentle Mutsuki could get along with anyone
and ever-positive Sakae tended to attract people to him. It was hardly
surprising that their cla.s.smates were approaching them, but…
“Hey, hey, Fujita-kun. What’s it like being
the president’s personal errand boy?”
“Do you end up alone with her a lot?”
He could not help but think that his job was
attracting more people than usual.
The school was viewing Fujita Mutsuki as an
emergency helper for the Student Council. They could not announce why he had
ended up doing this, but people rarely cared much what the Student Council did.
No one had questioned it as he worked with the Student Council early in the
morning, during lunch, and during the cultural festival preparatory period for
the past 3 days.
But even if no one cared about the Student
Council, they did care about the Student Council President.
“Man, I wish I could get that close to
her.”
“She’s so d.a.m.n pretty, isn’t she? Your
average idol doesn’t hold a candle to her.”
“It’s not just her face; it’s that body
too. She’s slender in all the right places and thick in all the right
places…and her hips are positioned so high. Non-j.a.panese blood is a h.e.l.l of
thing.”
Mutsuki was right there, but they ignored
him and began discussing the president.
This was the natural course of conversation
for boys, so Mutsuki listened in and nodded along.
Shirohara Ren had more than just elegant
facial features; her body was also incredible. It had been obvious from a
distance, but a closer look proved it all the more.
Her arms and legs were the ideal length and
her 160cm body had the head, chest, abdomen, and hips divided into the golden
ratio of a Greek sculpture. She could gather attention just by standing there
and her ideal model’s body played a large role in that.
Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were beautiful spheres that
looked like 2 eggs side by side. Mutsuki would be lying if he said being alone
with her in the morning had not put him in a strange mood.
That said, Mutsuki was somewhat accustomed
to being around hot bodies.
That previous touch had sent his heart
racing, but he was used to being around beautiful women like Katsue-sensei. He
was also in contact with beautiful girls who had a more fetishistic appeal such
as Machina with an absurdly large bust on an otherwise average frame or Ange who
had an average build with the height of an elementary school girl.
“…”
“Oh, good morning, Ibekusa-san.”
“…Good morning.”
At that very moment, Machina arrived as
inconspicuously as ever.
If she was here, the bell was about to
ring. Unable to continue their crude conversation with a girl present, Sakae
and the other cla.s.smates returned to their desks.
Only Lucia and Machina remained.
…And Machina seemed to have already
forgiven him for the incident 3 days prior.
She had already known Mutsuki tended to get
carried away, so she may have been used to his occasional extreme request.
Machina herself did not mind, Ren alone was
angry, and Mutsuki alone felt self-loathing.
The pregnancy test and a FeTUS test had
both rejected the possibility of pregnancy. They were apparently still
investigating the reason for the lactation.
Mutsuki felt somewhat relieved and somewhat
disappointed. That slight awkwardness remained as he gradually regained his
usual relationship with Machina.
“Huh? Come to think of it…”
He realized the desk behind her was empty.
That was Ange’s seat.
Machina always arrived just before the
bell. If she was here but Ange was not, then Ange was late.
“Deryaaaahhhh! Made it!”
At that very moment, she dove into the cla.s.sroom.
Her tie was twisted, her b.u.t.tons were done
up wrong, and she was generally a mess. He had given her cellphone a wakeup
call at around 7, but she must have gone back to sleep.
“Sigh. C’mon, stupid Mutsuki. You need to
leave my lunch in a more obvious place. I used up way too much time searching
for it.”
She stomped over and sat down. She was
quite sweaty.
“Huh? Didn’t I leave your lunch on the
table?”
“It was next to the sink. I spent forever
looking.”
“Oh. Sorry. But isn’t that one of the first
places you would look?”
“Uuh… Well, I was running late after going back to sleep.”
I
knew it, thought Mutsuki with a bitter smile.
Ange wrinkled her brow in annoyance, but
she was not the type to complain when it was her own fault. She fell silent and
looked the other way.
Then their teacher arrived and the time for
chatting ended.
I
need to make two wakeup calls from now on, decided
Mutsuki.
(Ange went back to sleep.)
Did that mean she had been out somewhere
during the night again?
That one concern stuck with him.
The morning was the most exhausting time,
but Mutsuki also had to carry out Ren’s instructions during the cultural
festival homeroom during 6th period.
It had been a difficult day. Since the
homeroom took up both 5th and 6th period today, he had been called to the
Student Council Room during lunch. And not all of his tasks were physical labor
like that morning.
“Umm.”
Megutono Academy had more than 20 school
buildings, so there were a lot one would never visit during a normal life
there.
Building East 2 on the northeast of the
grounds was one of those.
It was generally known as the Music
Building. It was 3-stories tall and all of the rooms on the 2nd and 3rd floor
were used for music rooms. The 3rd floor contained a few larger music rooms for
the bra.s.s band and the choir. The 2nd floor contained smaller cla.s.srooms, but
they had been soundproofed and filled with acoustic equipment for the clubs that
wanted to start bands.
Simply put, the entire building had been
made into a gathering place for those who loved musical instruments.
Mutsuki was not all that interested in
music, so he never had to go there.
But for those in a band, the cultural
festival was the most important time of year and he was a.s.sisting with the
preparation for the exciting season.
“Please write your requested time on this
form and drop it off at the Student Council Room by afterschool Friday.”
“Sure thing♪”
Feeling glad they seemed nice, Mutsuki
finished his task, stepped outside, and sighed.
His job today was to confirm the number of
clubs and bands that wanted to perform in the gym during the cultural festival.
All he had to do was bring them the form,
but…
(Uuh~, this makes me so nervous.)
He had trouble with people he did not know
and he was hesitant to knock when they were practicing music, so this was a
difficult task for him.
“That’s the bra.s.s band and choir done. Next
is…”
His mood grew dark when he thought about
where he was going next.
The 2nd floor was for individuals who had
formed a band instead of more traditional clubs.
While the 3rd floor had been built for
music in the first place, the 2nd floor had modified normal cla.s.srooms into
music rooms, so it had an entirely different atmosphere. The hallway was full
of large equipment and instruments, so there must have been nowhere else to
store them. A few of the windows were covered with soundproofing material, so
it was dark.
Plus, this was a haunt for rock bands.
This was only Mutsuki’s personal image of
rock bands, but he a.s.sumed he would have to face slender macho men with spiky
hair who dressed skimpily to show off their bodies.
This boy had overcome threats to his life
in conflicts involving angels and demons, but he was still afraid of that type.
“Excuse meeee.”
He hesitantly knocked on the first door.
He would wait a few seconds. If no one
answered the door, could he report to Ren that no one was there? He felt like
that would be dishonest, but…
“Yes? Ahn…what is it?”
The door opened.
Rudely enough, Mutsuki felt his fears had
been confirmed when he saw the girl who opened the door.
She was from the high school. Her hair had
been bleached a nearly-white brown and her skin was well tanned. Her eyes were
accentuated by extreme mascara and she had color contacts in, so he naturally
flinched back upon seeing her.
She was what was known as a black gal. Mutsuki
had heard there were a few of those in the high school, but he had never seen
one up close since there were none in the middle school. He grew fl.u.s.tered.
“Um, I-I’m from the Student Council. It’s
about the cultural festival.”
He wanted to get this over with as quickly
as possible, so he handed her the form and explained how to fill it out.
He glanced inside the room and found it had
been remade into their personal studio. It did not look at all like part of a
school. They had brought a sofa and table in and “Silvia” was written on the
wall with laminate letters. That may have been their band name.
The band had 4 members including the one
that had answered the door. They must have been a group of gals because 3 of
them had skin tanned at a salon and bleached, wavy hair. There were some slight
differences in their fashion, such as wearing a scarf and knit hat despite the
heat or having a tear sticker next to just one eye.
Mutsuki’s eyes naturally turned toward the
last one: a less stylish girl sitting quietly in the back.
“…Fujita-kun?”
“Eh? Oh, Niki-san.”
He realized she was a cla.s.smate.
It was Niki Hozumi from his cla.s.s. He recalled
that she was playing in a band for the cultural festival. This seemed to be
that band.
“Eh? What’s this? Is he a friend of yours,
Nikki?”
“Is he your boyfriend? Well, is he? C’mere,
you.”
The other 3 grew excited and pulled him
inside.
They had him sit on the sofa and then two
of them sat on either side of him. The club president sat across the table from
him.
“Hm, you’re pretty cute. So, Nikki, is this
the Satowa boy you were talking about?”
“N-no. This is, um, Fujita-kun.”
The other three were uppercla.s.smen, so even
strong-willed Hozumi grew obedient here.
Mutsuki froze up at the sudden turn of
events.
The three older girls seemed to subscribe
to the idea that a friend of a friend was a friend because they grew overly
familiar. Most notably, they moved quite close. They brought their faces in
close, while ignoring how their b.o.o.bs and thighs pressed against him.
“I’m jealous, Nikki. We don’t have any guys
this cute in our cla.s.s.”
“Na ha ha. He’s blushing. I like this kid. He’s
just my type.”
“Um, um…”
Trapped between them, Mutsuki had no idea
what to do.
Sitting in the seat across from him, the
club president suggestively sucked a lollipop with her thick lips as she casually
read through the form. He had to stick around until she understood it.
(N-not so close. Your b.o.o.bs are touching
me… Niki-san, help me, Niki-saaan.)
He sought Hozumi’s help, but as the
undercla.s.sman of the club, she only smiled bitterly.
All in all, the high school gals molested
him for 15 minutes.
It was 30 minutes after that when Mutsuki
trudged back to the Student Council Room.
Just as he had feared, he had run across
people with spiky hair and lots of makeup, but he had fortunately found them to
be normal people when he spoke with them. From there, the explanations had gone
smoothly.
That said, he was still exhausted when he
left the Music Building.
(Personal clothing and piercings… Hard to
believe they’re from the same school.)
Mutsuki was in a bit of a daze.
The members of Silvia in the first room had
left the strongest impression.
He had no prejudices against black gals.
Even if hers was natural, he had a roommate with the same color of skin.
But it embarra.s.sed him when they approached
him so unreservedly.
The band members were Nikki (i.e. Niki
Hozumi), Mami, Amu, and Teruyo. (The others had not told him their real names.)
They were searching for a male vocalist for the cultural festival and they
wanted Lucia. After hearing Mutsuki was friends with him, they had asked him to
help convince Lucia.
…Did that mean he would meet them again?
While hoping “Nikki” would get the other
three to give up, he entered the main building.
“…”
But despite the trouble he had with them,
his skin felt like it was on fire.
They were hot. And even if they had not
been, having 3 girls pressing up against him would do that.
Plus, the dark skin of those black gals played
a role.
A brown-skinned young woman had forcibly
taken his virginity and he had slept with her as her lover many times since then.
“Ahh…”
A sharp sensation ran through his lower
body and simply walking caused him to bend over.
He had hid it by positioning it in his
pants, but his d.i.c.k had been rock hard ever since visiting that room. He was in
public, but he had trouble walking like this.
It was due to having those tanned girls
clinging to him.
That had reminded him of that
l.u.s.t-inspiring woman with the same color of skin.
But Micha was not the only one he remembered.
He also thought of that girl he had met in his
dream…
“I’m back.”
“Uwah!? Fujita Mutsuki, wait just a second…”
“Eh? …Wah!”
He had been in such a daze that he had forgotten
to knock before opening the door.
As usual, Ren was the only one in the Student
Council Room. And the two of them froze in place at this unexpected situation.
She had been changing into her gym clothes.
She must have been in a hurry because she had fully removed her uniform before putting
on the gym clothes. And in the instant before that second step…
“Sorry!”
He quickly shut the door.
“…”
Afterwards, he froze, forgetting to even
let go of the doork.n.o.b.
(I…saw it.)
His mind went blank.
She had still had her skirt on and her back
had been turned, so he had only seen how slender her waist was, but he had
still seen her “while she was changing”. His face grew warm.
And as he remained frozen there…
“Y-you can come in now.”
“Ahhh.”
Ren finally opened the door from her side.
Since he was still holding the k.n.o.b, he stumbled forward.
“Sorry,” he said in a nearly inaudible voice
as he walked in.
“I don’t mind. That was my responsibility
for being so negligent.”
The girl cleared her throat and tried to
distract him from the fact that her face was even redder than his.
She then held the chest of her shirt.
“…Did you see?”
She wrinkled her brow in a look of
embarra.s.sment.
“N-no! I didn’t. Um, o-only your back.”
He could not claim he had not seen her changing,
but when he realized she was talking about her chest – the one part of her fit
body that was sensually swollen – he quickly shook his head.
The way she held her fingers against her
beautiful bust line caused them to sink down, showing just how soft the mounds
inside her shirt were.
He had only seen her back, so he really had
not seen them. The boy blushed and denied it, and the girl must have decided he
was telling the truth because she breathed a sigh of relief.
“Oh, Senpai. Your skin…”
“Mh? Oh, I forgot.”
After taking a breath, she too noticed what
was wrong.
Her skin color and her hair color had
changed. Her skin had become an almost sticky white reminiscent of milk. Her
hair changed from a pale brown to a bright blonde.
Her Asian body became a white body.
“My Illusion Springloaded was switched off.
…Is this better?
She seemed to manipulate something and then
her skin and hair returned to their normal color.
Mutsuki was taken aback, but he soon
realized what this was.
“Oh, right. You’re actually British, aren’t
you?”
“Yes. The founder of the family is said to
have been French, but my Baran family has accompanied the history of Great
Britain for generations.”
She and his homeroom teacher Katsue Subaru
were both white, but they wore disguises to blend in while living in j.a.pan.
“How do you change your skin color?”
He asked the question he had wondered since learning Subaru’s ident.i.ty.
“Nanomachines known as Illusion
Springloaded. By rubbing them on my skin, they change the light reflection rate
to alter the apparent pigmentation.”
“Oh?”
He did not entirely understand the concept,
but he understood it as mechanical makeup.
“So it doesn’t actually change your skin
color.”
“No. Not even FeTUS has the technology to easily alter your melanin.”
“I see.”
That was surprising. He had seen a lot of
FeTUS technology, but it had all seemed like magic and he had felt like they
could do anything.
“Hee hee. There’s no helping that. Witches
are no more than witches. We aren’t as all-powerful as the frightened ma.s.ses
think.” Ren smiled in self-deprecation. “At the very least, demons are far more
all-powerful when it comes to body alterations.”
“…”
That reminded him of the fact that Lucia,
the only demon he knew, could easily change his skin color.
And even turn into a brown-skinned girl…
“Okay, Fujita Mutsuki. About your next job.”
“Oh, yes.”
“It concerns your cla.s.s.”
Mutsuki had completely forgotten, but his
cla.s.s still had not decided who would play the lead in the traffic safety play.
So it was his job to ask about that.
Backdrops and plywood had been left out in
the hall, so things were feeling a lot more like the cultural festival as he
walked to his cla.s.sroom.
Had they decided on a lead yet?
Machina seemed willing to do it if they
asked, but he wanted to avoid that if possible. Wearing the backpack
accentuated her b.r.e.a.s.t.s far more than necessary and he wanted a personal
monopoly on them.
Ange had refused, but he felt she would be
perfect for the role.
And just as he prepared to open the door…
“Ohhhhhhhh!!”
He heard a cheer from inside.
It was his cla.s.sroom, so he walked in like
normal. They seemed to be discussing things again today, so Cla.s.s Rep Sakae
stood up at the lectern.
“What is it, Mutsuki?”
“Well, the Student Council wants to know if you’ve decided on a lead for the
play.”
“Nice timing! We just found our lead. No
one in history has ever been more perfect for a role.”
For some reason, every eye in the cla.s.s was
sparkling.
Puzzled, he turned to see where they were
looking. Fortunately, it did not seem to be Machina. She was simply looking out
the window. But it was not Ange either. She was resting her head in her hand
and looking the other way.
Everyone was looking to the seat next to
hers.
“Ha ha♪ You arrived just in
time, Mutsuki-kun.”
The lolita-style dress costume fluttered
around…a boy.
“Well, Mutsuki? Does it look good on me?”
“…Wow.”
Mutsuki found himself joining the cla.s.s’s
excitement.
Lucia happily spun around and hopped,
causing the skirt to flutter around him. Once he noticed Mutsuki, he ran over.
“Boom. Do you like the clothes? Hee hee
hee. Cute, right?”
“…Y-yeah.”
The boy dove into his arms like that was
his usual spot, so Mutsuki accepted him despite feeling shaken.
Mutsuki could only agree with the a.s.sessment
of “cute”.
He was cute. Incredibly so.
The simple dress was a plain purple with
black frills and ribbons and the demon boy wore a white blouse and kneesocks
with it. The dress showed off the nice material without drawing too much
attention. Lucia was as adorable as any girl, so he may indeed have been a
perfect match.
A dark headdress accentuated his eyes, amplifying
his bewitching allure in addition to his cuteness. This was enough for a stir
to run through the cla.s.s. More than 70% of the boys frowned at the inappropriate
feelings they had despite knowing Lucia was a boy.
“I don’t think anyone is going to complain
about this. Okay, Satowa, will you play the lead?”
“Sure, I’m fine with that❤”
Confident he could charm anyone in the cla.s.s,
Lucia elegantly brushed back his hair.
And seeing that…
“…”
Mutsuki felt a stirring in his erection
that had finally started to fade.
He shifted a bit to the side so his
cla.s.smates would not notice, but…
“Hm? Oh…”
Lucia noticed.
When he felt Mutsuki’s body tense up, he
gave a mischievous grin.
“Mutsuki-kun, you’re in charge of reporting
back, aren’t you? Let’s go. We need to go tell the Student Council.”
“Eh? Ah, ah, wait…”
Lucia ran from the cla.s.sroom while tugging
on Mutsuki’s hand.
There was no real need for Lucia to go…but Mutsuki
could not fight it and went along with it.
Lucia had said they were going to the
Student Council Room, but they arrived at a nearby locker room instead.
Mutsuki had already guessed why Lucia had
dragged him away, but he was still surprised. Nevertheless, Lucia swiftly
locked the sliding door.
“L-Lucia-kun, um…ahp.”
His lips were sealed before he could say
anything.
Lucia pecked at his lips like a small bird
would its food and he pressed his entire body against the other boy. Their hips
b.u.mped together and Lucia pressed his hipbone against the erection he had known
was there.
“Neh heh heh❤ What’s this about, Mutsuki-kun? What’s got you so hard?”
He kept his lips only a few millimeters
away, wrapped his arms around Mutsuki’s neck, and whispered to him.
“Did this outfit turn you on? …Well, I wish
that’s what this was, but it feels like you were pretty h.o.r.n.y before getting to
the cla.s.sroom. Did something happen with that president?”
“N-no. Nothing.”
He had actually accidentally seen her changing,
but this obstinate b.o.n.e.r was from earlier than that.
And it was technically not that anything in
particular had happened.
“You’re pent up, aren’t you?❤”
“…”
Lucia’s voice was dripping with confidence.
And he was right.
Part of it was seeing Lucia’s skirt
fluttered up around him and the fact that Lucia was so cute that Mutsuki just
wanted to hug him.
Part of it was seeing his uppercla.s.sman’s
bare back.
Part of it was the physical contact of
those older gals.
But the fundamental problem was his lack of
s.e.xual release recently.
He had not been able to go all the way with
Machina three days before and he had not been with any other girl for the past
few days. Micha was obsessed with her motorcycle and Ange was never home at
night. He could not meet Machina or Schwarze so easily.
Not only was he the type who could do it
several times in a single day, but he had been so thoroughly fulfilled over the
past few months that he was feeling quite s.e.xually frustrated now.
However, he was not in the habit of doing
it himself and he had needed to get to sleep early recently.
“Hee hee. If you had just told me, we could’ve
done it at any time♪”
After seeing through it right away, the
demon boy gave a bewitching smile.
Mutsuki was instantly charmed. After the
incident three days ago, he was a little worried that someone might see if they
did it at school, but the little demon’s charm was too powerful to ignore.
Lucia simply grinned with their noses close
enough to touch.
He seemed to know exactly what decision
Mutsuki would make.
“…”
Mutsuki bit his lower lip…
“…Nn.”
“Ha ha❤”
And just as the demon boy had predicted, he
went for the kiss.
“Nn, nn…c’mon, you’re a little too eager.”
“Ahp…hahh. That’s because you’re such a
good kisser, Lucia-kun…”
The two of them exchanged a kiss so heated the
locker room air grew damp from their breaths.
Their lips were locked together and would
not separate. It was such a deep kiss that their cheeks touched. Their pink
tongues were occasionally visible through the gap, proving that their tongues
were exchanging an intimate embrace within.
“Hee hee❤ Oh, Mutsuki-kun. You love me so much, but you always reject me the
first time.”
“Th-that’s because you’re…”
A boy.
He started to say it and that made him
focus on the fact that he was currently making out with another boy.
He had succ.u.mbed to the cute demon’s
temptation a few times before and he no longer felt much resistance, but the
sense of guilt was still great.
He started to pull his tongue back, but…
“Ahn♪ No, no. Don’t stop.”
Lucia must have predicted that because he
immediately guided Mutsuki over.
He sat Mutsuki down on a nearby bench and straddled
the boy’s lap. He placed his hips directly above the obvious tent in Mutsuki’s
pants.
He placed his p.e.n.i.s directly above Mutsuki’s
p.e.n.i.s.
“But I’m a girl right now, okay?”
The boy smiled provocatively while obviously
pressing his manhood against the other boy.
Did he want Mutsuki to think he was a boy
or a girl? It was impossible to tell, but…
(Oh…I get it. He’s a girl.)
The hard sensation rubbing against his
stiff rod was enough to inspire l.u.s.t in Mutsuki.
(Even with a d.i.c.k…he’s still a girl.)
With a sticky sound of saliva, he stuck his
tongue back in the boy’s mouth.
“Ahn, ahahn.”
“There’s a sweet smell…in your mouth,
Lucia-kun.”
“Ha ha. I had grapes with lunch…ah,
Mutsuki-kun, your tongue is too wild.”
He stuck his sticky, saliva-coated tongue
almost into Lucia’s throat and screwed it around. Lucia could not help but wrinkle
his brow in longing.
The corners of his eyes heated up, his eyes
grew damp, and the light of reason in them faded. This added a seductive
s.e.xuality to his already cute face…
“Nn…swallow my saliva.”
“Okay…pwah…gulp❤ Gulp❤ …Ahh, delicious❤”
At some point, Mutsuki had become the
active kisser.
The demon looked satisfied as he swallowed
the boy’s saliva. Lucia’s seduction was truly skilled. More than just work up
Mutsuki’s l.u.s.t, he also stimulated by boy’s aggressive side by creating
situations that played to Lucia’s own masochism.
Mutsuki of course realized he was being
seduced, but he did not grow wary.
There was enough trust and love between
them to enjoy things no matter which side took the lead. Mutsuki decided to do
it the way Lucia liked, so he strongly embraced the small body sitting on his
lap.
“You’re a good kisser, Lucia-kun…but you’re
also weak to it.”
“Ahh, amhh, that’s…that’s because you’re
the one kissing me, Mutsuki-kun.”
“…Your nipples are erect.”
“Ahn❤”
While embracing him, he also brought his
hands to his chest.
As a boy, Lucia’s chest had little feminine
softness, but it had more springy resilience instead.
Mutsuki wildly groped him. The frilly dress
dulled the sensations, but he groped him hard enough to feel the stiff nipples.
“Nn, ah, nhh, ahh, Mutsuki-kun, that’s a
little hard on the chest.”
“That’s on purpose. …You’re so cute,
Lucia-kun.”
“Ahh…w-wow. Hhhn, my body…my body is
melting from the chest…❤”
Mutsuki normally took a fair bit of convincing
before he got going, but he was almost forceful today. Being the target of that
pent-up l.u.s.t must have stimulated his masochism because Lucia happily stuck out
his chest.
“Ah, ah, that’s…amazing. Now you’re…twisting
my nipples?”
Mutsuki tormented the nicely resilient
chest.
Lucia was not accustomed to this level of
attack, so he could not help but cry out. Mutsuki’s fingers dug in fast and
slow, strong and weak, and he pressed his entire palm into the demon’s chest. Lucia
loved the accent provided by occasionally pinching and pulling on his nipples.
“M-Mutsuki-kun…ah, you’re too good, nn, at
teasing my nipples…ahhhn❤”
He was testing all of the experience he had
built up with a variety of girls. He was too experienced for Lucia who was not
accustomed to this kind of stimulation.
Lucia naturally twisted around to escape…and
ended up with his back to Mutsuki.
The boy did not hesitate to reach below the
demon’s arms and continue his attack on that flat chest. In fact…
“What’s wrong, Lucia-kun? Aren’t you going to
kiss me?”
“Ahh. Wah, ah…ah~~”
It was hard to kiss him while his back was
turned, so in lieu of protest, Mutsuki pinched and pulled his nipples.
Mutsuki’s lonely lips and tongue stickily
toyed with Lucia’s adorable cheek, chin, and earlobe.
Lucia blushed and writhed with his feet
kicking at the floor.
But even as the coquettish demon reacted
like a small animal…
“Nn, oh, c’mon, Mutsuki-kun…”
“Phew…”
“You need to enjoy this more than me.”
With his back still turned, Lucia stuck out
his hips.
His b.u.t.t was thicker and thus more
resilient than his chest and it b.u.mped into Mutsuki’s erection through his
pants.
“C’mon, how about this? Does my b.u.t.t feel
good?’
“Y-yeah…it’s so soft and amazingly s.e.xy.”
Lucia pushed his b.u.t.t against him even
more.
Each time his skirt waved back and forth,
solid flesh collided with and squished against soft flesh. The harder one
pushed at the other and the tip sank into the crack.
“Ha ha♪ Your c.o.c.k is
already rock hard… Ahn, nn, ah ha ha❤ Your c.o.c.k is
rubbing at my b.u.t.t.”
Even with the pants and skirt in the way, a
tremor ran through Lucia’s slender body as he felt the heat rub against his
sensitive flesh.
He narrowed his eyes in ecstasy and looked back
over his shoulder.
“Enjoy my body even more❤”
He wiggled his hips seductively.
Mutsuki’s breathing grew heavy as the
pleasure reached his p.e.n.i.s.
“Yes…I’ll take every last part of your
body, Lucia-kun. After all…”
He embraced that small body and took the lips
once more.
(…Lucya is a girl.)
“Eh?”
“Hm?”
He muttered something while their lips were
locked, so Lucia tilted his head.
Mutsuki had not intended to say anything,
so he tilted his head back. The two remained confused for a moment, but then…
“Ahm…”
“Ahm…”
They returned to a kiss even stickier than
before.
“…Ah❤”
Mutsuki stuck his sweaty hands inside Lucia’s
skirt.
Lucia’s eyebrows twitched when he felt those
hands reach a risqué zone.
“Lucia-kun, you weren’t wearing any
underwear?”
“Eh heh heh.”
“Even back in the cla.s.sroom?”
“When I put on this dress, I had already
decided I would have you f.u.c.k me in it.”
Lucia bent over and stuck his b.u.t.t out
toward Mutsuki. The short skirt had been hiked up dangerously high.
Plus, Mutsuki had already stuck his hands
inside.
“Ahh, hhhhn… M-Mutsuki-kun, don’t grope my
b.u.t.t so much.”
Mutsuki’s fingers dug into his smooth b.u.t.t.
Mutsuki tended not to be very aggressive due
to the guilt of h.o.m.os.e.xuality, but today he was much more forceful. He was
rough even if you took the demon’s temptation into account.
Had his last shred of reason snapped because
Lucia was dressed like a girl? Was it thanks to his full-to-bursting sperm
tanks? Whatever the case, he groped that b.u.t.t strong enough to leave marks on the
white skin. He pressed his middle finger against the center slit and stimulated
the sensitive skin there.
“Lucia-kun, your a.s.s is as soft as a girl’s.”
“A-ahhn.”
He also poked at the perineum leading
forward from Lucia’s b.u.t.t.
It was a little darker than the bright
white thighs and hips and it formed a bit of a puffy embankment. The red line running
down the bottom of his p.e.n.i.s ran down the center of it. It looked like a girl’s
with the slit closed up.
It was a little hard at the base of his
p.e.n.i.s. Thinking it might get softer, Mutsuki thoroughly ma.s.saged it.
“Ahn, ahhhh, no, nooo. Not deep in my
b.a.l.l.s. I can feel it in my d.i.c.k.”
Mutsuki attacked the bottom of his crotch
with his four fingers while leaving his thumb on the b.u.t.t.
Pressing on his swollen a.n.u.s made it feel
like a coa.r.s.e brush was stroking the inside of his body.
Lucia shuddered at the m.a.s.o.c.h.i.s.tically erotic
sensation.
As Lucia’s reaction grew, his legs turned a
bit inward and trembled. He took deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself,
but each breath constricted the sphincter and lifted up the ring-shaped a.n.u.s to
kiss Mutsuki’s thumb.
“You have such a lewd reaction to
everything, Lucia-kun.”
That feminine boy reacted more cutely than any
girl when he was stimulated like a girl.
Aroused by this, Mutsuki once more embraced
that body with its male animal l.u.s.t exposed.
He expanded the sensitive hole with his
thumb and reached forward with his other hand.
“Ahhhhhn.”
He grabbed the swollen male organ.
After Mutsuki so thoroughly stimulated Lucia
from the other side, the p.e.n.i.s was so erect that the shape of the head was clearly
visible even through the foreskin. The stickiness seeping from the tip got on
Mutsuki’s hand.
“It’s gotten so big… You’re about to c.u.m,
aren’t you?”
“Ah, ahn. Yes…yes, I am. My b.u.t.t feels so
hot and my d.i.c.k is about to explode.”
With his weak point in the other boy’s
hand, the sensuality from the front and back put a look of bliss on Lucia’s face.
The s.e.xual perversion of the crossdressing
boy influenced not just the boy watching him, but the boy himself. He felt the
pleasure of having his p.e.n.i.s toyed with and the sensuality of having his soft
hole fingered.
The male and female pleasure mixed together
inside him.
“Time to pull back the foreskin.”
“Okay…b-be gentle.”
When Mutsuki formed a ring with his fingers
and grabbed the p.e.n.i.s, Lucia’s melted expression tensed up a bit.
Mutsuki had fallen into the depths of
h.o.m.os.e.xuality with this demon boy a few times before, so he knew Lucia feared
having the tip exposed. And as a fellow boy, he understood why.
He kissed Lucia’s ear to tell him it would
be okay and then he slowly puled the swollen foreskin down.
It naturally peeled away and revealed the
red tip within.
“Ahhh…”
The only thing hiding it now was the
well-ventilated skirt. The exposed skin was as sensitive as a small child’s, so
his hips trembled when the air reached it.
Flipping up the skirt caused a raw smell to
mix in with the demon boy’s sweat.
That masculine smell reminded Mutsuki that
this was a fellow boy in his hands.
Dressed in an adorable gothic lolita outfit
and with a slight look of fear in his eyes, the boy was probably cuter than
anyone else in the world.
Mutsuki was now driven on by the immoral arousal
more than he was stopped by the idea of h.o.m.os.e.xuality.
“You’re so hard. What should I do? Get you
off once?’
Mutsuki stroked his fingers along the sensitive
a.n.u.s and started stroking the stiff flesh by pushing the foreskin up and
pulling back down again.
“Ah, ah, nooo, don’t squeeze my d.i.c.k all of
a sudden. My milk will come out.”
The impolite caress easily produced pleasure
within the m.a.s.o.c.h.i.s.tic demon.
The sweaty smell on his b.u.t.t seemed to fill
all living beings with s.e.xual urges. The crossdressing boy bent his arms and
legs as a raw male scent came from his front side.
“…”
Mutsuki viewed the skirt in front of him
and was once more charmed by the mystical beauty of the demon boy.
What would someone think if they walked in
now and saw them? Most likely, they would think a pure young girl was being teased
by a friend her age.
If they pulled up the back of the skirt and
saw the a.n.u.s happily accepting the thumb in the center of that cute b.u.t.t, they
might have to remove the “pure” part, but they would still see Lucia as a cute
girl.
And yet on the other side, his male flesh was
aimed upwards like a barometer that pointed toward ecstasy. And yet he was
squirting out smelly prec.u.m in his desire to release his proof of maleness as
soon as possible.
Mutsuki was once more reminded just how
perverted this was.
“Ahhhh❤ Mutsuki-kun,
Mutsuki-kun, I can’t…I can’t last any longer❤ My d.i.c.k is about to explode. It’s about to explode and shoot milk everywhere❤”
Lucia’s legs trembled and he could barely
stand.
Mutsuki’s hand on him could feel the
throbbing as he approached e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n, so Mutsuki’s cheeks bent upwards.
“…No, not your d.i.c.k.”
“Eh…?”
“You’re a girl right now, Lucia-kun. So it’s
not your d.i.c.k. What would you call it?”
“Ah… …M-my c.l.i.t. My c.l.i.toris. Ahhh, my
c.l.i.toris is about to explode.”
Playing along with that dirty game seemed
to drive Lucia even closer to climax. He finally collapsed on the spot.
Meanwhile, Mutsuki’s male side was further
aroused by turning that perverted cute boy into a “girl”. His erection hurt
being restrained in his pants.
“…Lucia-kun.”
“Ha ha…❤”
He unzipped and pulled down his pants,
revealing his to be just as wet with prec.u.m as Lucia’s.
“Mutsuki-kun…that’s amazing. Your smell is
even stronger than usual❤”
The demon gulped at the appearance of the
giant object which was swollen from tip to base. He wa