A Story About a Handsome Girl Having Her First Kiss Stolen by an Equally Handsome Classmate - Episode 20

May 20th (Friday)

“Can I hug you?”

He asked me this question once I had finished a certain section of my studies.

In Mizuhara’s room, sitting diagonally across from Wakamatsu at a folding table, the classmate approached him, waiting to see his reaction. Her arm went around his back.

“What’s with that all of a sudden?”

“I’m tired after studying for the test, so please heal me.”

He holds her close and presses her against his chest.

Feeling the touch of Mizuhara Shizuku’s chest directly, he once again realized that she was the same gender as him and had the same body type. Her heart was beating so loudly that he worried that Mizuhara might be able to hear it.

“Hugging has a relaxing effect.”

“Yes, yes, oxytocin.”

“Haha, you know a lot, Wakamatsu.”

Mizuhara Shizuku smiles an innocent, adorable smile.

“Put your arms around me, too,” she urged, and he did as he was told and put his arms around her back. To hide his blushing face, Wakamatsu buried his face in her shoulder.

“What? It tickles.”

“…Mizuhara is used to this sort of thing.”

“What do you mean?”

Mizuhara Shizuku evades the question.

“This is something lovers do.”

“I’m not used to it either.”

“I can’t believe someone who isn’t used to it would be this clingy.”

When Wakamatsu argued with a pout, Mizuhara tightened his hold on him. In response, Wakamatsu tightened his grip and pressed closer to him.

“I like skin contact. It makes me feel safe.”

Mizuhara combs Wakamatsu’s hair, exposing his ears, which were hidden by the hair, to the outside air.

“So Mizuhara, does he do this with his friends?”

“…I won’t be friends with them.”

“Am I not your friend?”

“……I don’t know”

Mizuhara Shizuku’s slender fingers touch Wakamatsu’s ear.

Slowly, teasingly, she traced the edge of her ear. The fingers that had been playing around in circles stopped, and instead, Mizuhara Shizuku’s lips were pressed firmly against her ear.

“Hey”

Mizuhara Shizuku’s voice reaches me directly. With just one voice, a sweet tingling sensation runs straight from my back to my waist.

“Mr. Wakumura, you often talk in my ear like this.”

“I guess so.”

“Yeah, only Wakamatsu is close.”

Mizuhara Shizuku keeps her arms around Wakamatsu and doesn’t let go.

His lips, which had been close to Wakamatsu’s ear, moved to his neck and kissed him. The sound of his lips kissing made Wakamatsu tremble with excitement.

“Ahh,” Mizuhara sighed, pressing her forehead against his shoulder. Her hair tickled against his neck.

“Wakamatsu has poor hearing, too.”

What do you mean, “also”? “Also”

Generally, the only time my body goes numb from the slightest stimulation is when Mizuhara Shizuku is touching me. Even when Wakumura whispers in my ear, holds my hand, or traces his lips. I don’t get that sweet numbness that makes my body tremble like this.

“That’s not true.”

“Fufu, you’re being tough.”

Mizuhara laughed, having completely gained the upper hand. Still not getting bored, Mizuhara Shizuku tried to touch her ear again, but Wakamatsu covered her hand with his own to stop her.

“So what about Mizuhara?”

Wakamatsu asks, grasping Mizuhara’s hand.

The arm that had been around his back was released and placed on Wakamatsu’s shoulder. They faced each other at close range.

“Want to touch it?”

“Huh?” a voice leaked out. Mizuhara guided Wakamatsu’s hand to his ear.

His fingertips touched her silky hair, and his hand unconsciously twitched. Why was he exaggerating his reaction to such a minor sensation?

“…Fine, I’ll stop.”

In this atmosphere, touching Mizuhara Shizuku’s ear. It seemed like a line that should never be crossed. “That’s right,” Mizuhara said, looking my way with a smile on her face. To this classmate, touching someone like this was an insignificant thing. I was overwhelmed by the difference in experience between myself and Mizuhara, who was smiling calmly.

“Because Wakamatsu likes being touched.”

“…noisy”

Your vocabulary will become stronger.

Mizuhara Shizuku’s triumphant expression, as if she could see right into Wakamatsu’s heart, sent heat down into Wakamatsu’s abdomen.

I don’t mind playing around with Mizuhara like this.

Wakamatsu couldn’t deny that he was increasingly wanting her.