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A Moist Sensation.


Driiiing~ Driiiing~ Driiiing~

“Finally~! The torture ends~!”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t know if it’s just me, but today felt more tiresome than usual.”

“I know what you mean.”

Two friends prattled along cheerfully as they stretched their arms to relieve the stiffness from their bodies. Comfortable groans escaped their lips as they basked in the feeling of freedom.

Following the sound of the school bell that signaled the end of the school day, the students in the class excitedly fiddled around with their bags, ready to depart for either their respective clubs or home.

“Ichirou, what time do you get off work today?”

One of the two boys asked the other while brushing his golden hair and arranging it in his signature ponytail.

“Around 7:30,” The black-haired boy, Ichirou, seemed suspicious. “What about it, Arata?”

“There’s a mixer tonight, hot college girls are coming over at Mudan’s… How about it?”

Arata asked in a sly tone and tidied his table up before walking over to Ichirou’s table.

“Arata. Do you want me to inform Fujiwara-senpai that his cute little boyfriend is cheating on her this early in the relationship?”

Ichirou said in a stern voice as his calm gaze turned into a glare.

“You do realize that this mixer is for you, right? My girlfriend is the star of the female tennis club and one of the prettiest girls in the entire school. Why would I need a mixer?”

Ichirou and Arata glared at each other, and in the end, Ichirou gave up and sighed in annoyance.

Masayuki Arata, or as his friends liked to call him, ‘Playboy’, was a rather good-looking man with glistening golden hair and an athletic build. He was about 180 centimeters tall and possessed a charming and magnetic personality, resulting in him racking up quite the ample dating history, and experience with many different kinds of women, be it young or old. 

As for the other one… 

Hashimoto Ichirou was an equally handsome young man who boasted a height of about 178 centimeters. Ichirou has short black hair, mystifying black eyes, a chiseled face, and a lean body. Although Ichirou wasn’t as popular as Arata, he was still quite the celebrity among the ladies because of his calm and mature disposition. But for an embarrassing reason, he was known amongst his friends as ‘Spaghetti’.

“Tch~ Just stop already. I’ve said this before, and I will say it again… I have no interest in getting a girlfriend.”

“Oh, come on~! Don’t be like that. You’re wasting that pretty face of yours~ You know, even that four-eyes found himself a girlfriend.”

While Ichirou was indignantly ignoring Arata and concentrating on packing up, this tad bit of information piqued his interest.

“Really? Why didn’t I hear anything about this?”

A friend seizing a romantic partner was a topic that was sure to arouse the interest of even the most indifferent of people.

Arata gestured towards the classroom door as he picked up his bag, Ichirou followed suit and stood up after making sure he had not left any of his belongings on the table. 

Arata moved out of the classroom with Ichirou following only a step behind. Some of the girls flocked over to them to bid them farewell, which was a daily occurrence at this point. Arata enthusiastically waved at them while Ichirou just nodded with a smile.

Ichirou and Arata left behind their class ‘2-B’ as they descended the staircase and onto the first floor. The two were merrily chatting about the unexpected romantic escapade of their friend when they ran into one of the most gorgeous women either of them had ever seen- Miyashiro Hikaru, their mathematics teacher. 

Hikaru was twenty-four years old, but she appeared much younger. She stood at a comfortable 165 centimeters tall and had pink hair that fell elegantly to her waist. She had mellow brown eyes, a cute nose, and supple and seductive lips. Her pearl white and supple skin glistened sensually because of the sweat she had accumulated over the hot day, intensifying her overall beauty to another level.

One thing that stood out the most about Hikaru was her body shape. One could tell at a glance that she was a rather delicate woman with a thin waist and slender limbs. However, that didn’t stop Hikaru’s assets in front and back from developing majestically. They weren’t too exaggerated, but on Hikaru’s slim figure, they seemed perfect. She seemed voluptuous yet modest, seductive yet dignified, ravishing yet reserved. Truly in ideal woman in all senses of the word.

Her seductive figure, extraordinary beauty, and elegant temperament harmonizing together produced a picturesque scene that one could not tear their eyes away from. 

“Ara~ Hashimoto-kun and Masayuki-kun~? You guys sure seem to be in a hurry.”

Hikaru’s melodious and refreshing voice rang out, snatching the boys’ attention away from their discussion.

“Haha, nothing of the sort~ Good afternoon, Miyashiro-sensei.”

Arata chirpily greeted Hikaru while Ichirou just nodded and returned her smile. 

In addition to being a stunning woman, Hikaru was probably one of the most respected teachers among the students, not because of her beauty, but for her personality and prowess as an educator.

While Hikaru was indeed a strict woman when it came to her classes, she was very frank and friendly with her students outside of the classroom. One contributing factor to her popularity was her age. Students could relate to her and confide in her since she was young unlike the other old and boring teachers.

“Good afternoon, Masayuki-kun,” Hikaru beamed at the two. “Do tell me, were you boys able to understand today’s lesson?”

“Yes, they were great as always, Miyashiro-sensei. However, it seems Ichirou here didn’t understand any of it.”

In response to Arata’s childish taunt, Ichirou just chuckled and nudged Arata’s flank.

“Is that a challenge, Arata? Midterms are around the corner, you know?”

Arata’s face turned blue as he replied apologetically.

“It was a joke! A joke! Don’t take it seriously!”

Hikaru merely chuckled at the antics of the duo as she bade farewell to them as she seemed to have something important to do. Ichirou and Arata bowed to Hikaru as they parted. 

The boys joked and laughed as they discussed their bespectacled friend and his girlfriend. Arata suddenly stopped in the middle of the hallway and faced Ichirou with an infatuated expression.

“Aphrodite is so freaking beautiful~! I can’t handle it!”

“Arata, Aphrodite is the goddess of beauty. It’s a given that she’s beautiful.”

“Not her, you dumbfuck!” Arata exclaimed. “I mean our Aphrodite, Hikaru-chan! My Miharu is pretty, no doubt about it. But in front of Hikaru-chan, she just-” 

“You’ve gotta stop,” Ichirou seemed to be quite annoyed as he cut Arata off. “You’re lucky that you managed to get someone like Fujiwara-senpai. She’s an amazing person.”

“Yeah, yeah, I didn’t mean it that way.”

“Sigh~ Just how many pure girls are you gonna swindle, huh? You even managed to get someone like Fujiwara-senpai… I don’t know how you do it.”

It was clear from his tone that Ichirou held adequate respect for Fujiwara Hikaru, Arata’s girlfriend.

Arata let show a sly smile as he asked Ichirou.

“Heh~ Heh~ Do you want to know?”

Ichirou shook his head in resignation and raised his hand and pointed in a certain direction.

“Look, there’s the soccer field. Just go or you’re gonna get yelled at.”

“Fine~! See you tomorrow.”

“En. See you later.”

Ichirou waved in Arata’s direction as the latter jogged towards the soccer field. Ichirou turned around and headed over to the school’s exit. He left the school and walked for about ten minutes before boarding his usual train at the closest station to the school. He got off after a couple of stations, only to walk for fifteen more minutes before finally reaching his destination at about 4:00 PM.

Ichirou left his workplace at around 7:45 PM and retraced his steps to the station. It took another thirty minutes for him to reach his home in Shibuya. Ichirou found himself in front of a modern and stylish ten-story apartment building. He walked into the building unobstructed but was only allowed into the elevator after he flashed a card to the screen located inside the lobby and placed his finger on the biometric scanner.

The name of this building was ‘Rengoku’ and was a high-end apartment complex that only the privileged could afford. Every floor of the building housed six apartments that were 2 LDK each. The apartments came in pairs of two as people preferred to buy two apartments and demolish the wall between them to make one huge apartment with four rooms. 

As such, the paired apartments had a door in their kitchens that could allow one to move between the two apartments with ease. However, even if someone purchases only one apartment, all they have to do is keep the door closed and the opposite party would not be able to infringe upon their privacy.

Ichirou boarded the elevator and yawned as the elevator almost soundlessly carried him to the seventh floor. After he got off the elevator and entered the well-lit hallway, he dragged his feet to one of the doors on the seventh floor, the door read 706. Apartment 706 was connected to apartment 705 and their doors were pretty close, but the difference between the two doors was immense. The former had a shoe cabinet, a doormat that read ‘Welcome to our sweet home’, a couple of plants that radiated vitality, and some pretty stickers on the door. While the latter had nothing except a worn-out doormat that simply read ‘Welcome’. 

Ichirou ignored all of this as he walked in front of the door of apartment 706 and placed his shoes into the shoe cabinet before twisting the doorknob. The door flew open without the need of a key or anything of the sort. Ichirou emptied his pockets and tossed his wallet and keys onto the table sitting in the fragrant entryway. He cracked his neck before taking off his socks and carrying them in his hands as he passed the entryway and entered the living room of the house.

“I am home~!”

Swoosh~

As soon as the words left his mouth, he felt a sudden wind blow past him. In that wind, his backpack, his tie, and the socks he carried in his hand vanished, leaving him with empty hands and a moist sensation on his left cheek. Ichirou scratched his left cheek with a smile and said in a loud voice.

“Hey~! How many times have I told you to not run around in the house~!”

Ichirou passed the living room and entered the kitchen, where he was met with a delicious aroma wafting off from the pot on the stove. Moving his eyes from the pot, what entered his eyes was the figure of a very beautiful woman wearing an apron that read ‘Kitchen Queen’. Her lengthy pink hair was tied in a bun that exposed her sweaty nape. Her thin frame moved all around the kitchen, retrieving vegetables and spices to add to the pot on the stove. Ichirou stood stupefied as he watched the curvaceous figure joyfully cook as she melodiously hummed a popular pop song.

The figure finished after a couple of minutes. She retrieved a towel and wiped the sweat on her forehead as she let show a smile filled with satisfaction. After wiping her sweaty face and hands, the figure ran and dove into the dazed Ichirou’s bosom and began rubbing her face on his chest.

“Fufu, were you so impressed that you couldn’t even speak?”

The woman raised her head from Ichirou’s chest as she asked coquettishly. She then proceeded to raise her body a little and give Ichirou an affectionate peck on his lips.

“I was absolutely mesmerized.”

Ichirou smiled at the figure adorably cuddling into his arms as he circled his hands around her back and pulled her into a tight embrace. The woman giggled in delight as she held onto Ichirou’s neck and lovingly stared into his eyes.

“You should go get a bath or the food will go cold. I worked hard on it, you know?”

Ichirou was reluctant to let her soft body out of his arms, but when she told him that she had worked hard for him, he just couldn’t refuse and begrudgingly let her leave his embrace.

“I’ll just be a second. Hikaru, what about you? Are you done with your work?”

“Yup~! I didn’t have much to do today since the term has just begun. Just made some tests and prepared for tomorrow’s lessons.”

“Mm~” Ichirou leaned forward and planted a kiss on his lover’s lips. “I’ll be back in a bit.”

“Okay~ I’ll set the table.”

“En.”

Ichirou nodded and entered his, no, their bedroom. He flung his phone on the bed before retrieving his clothes and a towel from the closet. He walked into the bathroom after he threw away his uniform into the laundry. Following the rejuvenating bath, he changed into a T-shirt and trousers. All the fatigue he had accumulated over the course of the day seemed to have been sucked off his face.

Ichirou exited the bedroom while ruffling his still-damp hair, he then sat down on one of four chairs placed around the fashionable dining table. On the table, he found that a glass of cold chocolate milk was already prepared for him. He just smiled as he took a sip of it and felt the life being pumped back into him.

“Here~”

Hikaru hopped out of the kitchen with the warm casserole in her hands. She carefully placed it in the middle of the table before taking off the apron and letting her hair down, only to tie them into a ponytail soon after. Hikaru then settled on the chair opposite Ichirou’s and said in a sweet voice.

“So, shall we eat?”

Ichirou nodded with a smile.

““Itadakimasu~”” 

The two ate until they couldn’t anymore, finishing an exorbitant amount of food with just the two of them. After tidying up the table, Ichirou plopped himself on the comfortable couch in the living room and switched on the television. He fiddled with the remote, trying to find something interesting to watch, only to settle for an old English movie. 

Not long after, he felt his arm being raised by someone, and that certain someone snuggled into his chest and settled in Ichirou’s lap, placing his arm around her waist. Ichirou squirmed and shifted, trying to make sure that she was comfortable in his embrace.

As the English movie ran on the television, Hikaru initiated the conversation.

“So… How was your day?”

“It was tiring… Too much heat.”

Ichirou sighed as his hand slid down to Hikaru’s pearl white and sensual thighs, caressing them with a gratified expression.

“Truly. It’s getting hotter by the day. Sigh~ When will the winter come~?”

“Today is September 22… The temperature should start to drop in a week or two.”

Ichirou was busy groping and playing with Hikaru’s thighs, while the older woman was enjoying her lover’s warmth and affection. Abruptly, Hikaru turned her body around, looked at Ichirou with moist and pleading eyes, and bit her lips seductively.

Ichirou didn’t need words to understand what Hikaru desired. He stood up and carried his beloved Hikaru in the princess carry she deserved. He turned off the television and carried her into their love nest.

Passionate moans along with creaking of bed followed after the door to the bedroom closed.


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