A Pretty Girl Has Her First Kiss Stolen By an Equally Handsome Classmate - Episode 2.25

“Until Wakamatsu says, ‘Please do it’…”

Those were Mizuhara Shizuku’s words.

Wakamatsu stood under the shower, carefully washing every inch of their body. They had already taken care of things at home, but even so, Wakamatsu meticulously checked themselves one last time. Finally, they let the water run over their head, brushed back their wet hair, and stepped out of the bathroom.

“That was quick.”

“I don’t think it was that fast.”

“The hairdryer is on the table.”

As Wakamatsu stepped out, Mizuhara went into the bathroom.

On the foldable table in Mizuhara’s room, there was a hairdryer and a mirror. Wakamatsu glanced at their reflection. Their face was flushed, probably from the hot water, but it felt like it was also revealing their excitement. They felt embarrassed.

“Haah…”

After drying their hair, Wakamatsu carefully adjusted their appearance. They stared into the mirror, making sure there was nothing out of place.

The sound of the door opening made Wakamatsu look up.

“Are you done with the hairdryer?”

“Yeah. Can I dry your hair, Mizuhara?”

Mizuhara had just stepped out of the bathroom when Wakamatsu asked. She hesitated for a moment but, seeing Wakamatsu still holding the hairdryer, nodded in agreement.

Wakamatsu sat her down and awkwardly began drying her hair. It was their first time doing something like this for someone else.

“Your hair is so smooth, Mizuhara. I’m jealous.”

“I’d rather have your face than nice hair.”

“Mizuhara, you’re already really cute just the way you are…”

A faint scent of oil drifted from her hair—different from her usual scent.

“Should you apply oil before drying?”

“I’ve heard it’s good to do that.”

“Hmm…”

Wakamatsu turned off the hairdryer.

They ran their fingers through her hair, smoothing it out. As they lifted her hair, revealing the pale skin of Mizuhara’s neck, Wakamatsu placed a soft kiss there. Light kisses trailed up to her ear.

“Hey, Wakamatsu…”

“Mizuhara, I love you.”

Wakamatsu placed their hand over hers.

Their other hand traced along her body, following her curves. They touched her chin, stroked her cheek, and gently turned her face towards them.

“Hey… do it.”

They tilted their head and kissed her.

After two or three kisses, Wakamatsu buried their face in her shoulder. Slowly, they opened their eyes and gazed up at Mizuhara with a longing expression.

“…Please do it.”

“…That…”

Mizuhara looked surprised by Wakamatsu’s words.

“It’s a promise, right?”

Mizuhara cupped Wakamatsu’s cheek and kissed their lips.

Wakamatsu leaned back against the bed while Mizuhara shifted her position, straddling them. Their deep kiss left Wakamatsu breathless, their eyes welling up with tears from the overwhelming sensation.

“Touch me, Mizuhara.”

Mizuhara slipped her hand under Wakamatsu’s clothes, pressing her palm against their chest.

Wakamatsu could feel Mizuhara take a sharp breath. Their heart pounded so hard it seemed ready to burst. Mizuhara must have felt it through her hand.

“Your heart is racing.”

“Well, yeah…”

Mizuhara lifted Wakamatsu’s clothes, slipping her hand underneath.

Her fingers skillfully undid the clasp of Wakamatsu’s undergarment, exposing bare skin to her touch. Her hands wandered freely, tracing Wakamatsu’s chest, sides, and stomach, heightening their senses.

“Ah… Mi… Mizuhara.”

“Does this feel good?”

A helpless sound escaped Wakamatsu’s lips—one they didn’t want Mizuhara to hear.

Seeing Wakamatsu react, Mizuhara continued teasing the same spot. Her hand drifted lower, intensifying Wakamatsu’s feelings even more.

“Mizuhara… Mizuhara.”

“What?”

“I… I love you, Mizuhara.”

Before they realized it, the words had slipped out.

Being touched by her made everything inside Wakamatsu overflow.

“Mizuhara…”

“Don’t move.”

Mizuhara held Wakamatsu’s hips down, keeping them from shifting.

With their body restrained, a deep shiver spread through Wakamatsu’s lower back. Their mind grew hazy. Just as their thoughts started to fade, Mizuhara kissed them deeply.

Wakamatsu’s mind went blank.

“Mizuhara… do you love me?”

Wakamatsu wrapped their arms around Mizuhara, steadying their breath as they asked.

Mizuhara pressed her lips to Wakamatsu’s ear.

“…I do.”

Her sultry voice echoed in Wakamatsu’s head, sending another wave of heat through their body.

“But… I’m sorry.”

“…Huh?”

“I’m sorry…”

A warm drop landed on Wakamatsu’s cheek.

Feeling the sensation, they opened their eyes—only to see Mizuhara quietly shedding tears.