A Story About a Handsome Girl Having Her First Kiss Stolen by an Equally Handsome Classmate - Episode 22

May 27 (Friday)

From the first time we went home together, I started going home with Mizuhara Shizuku every Friday.

“Sorry, it’s later than I thought.”

“Haha, Professor Yamabe is also worried about Mizuhara.”

After the fifth period class, she was called by her former homeroom teacher, Mr. Yamabe, and taken to the student guidance office.

“So, what did you talk about?”

“Like, how are you doing lately? Nothing happened.”

Mizuhara Shizuku easily dodges Wakamatsu’s question.

“What’s that you have?”

“I’m not sure what to do,” she asked, pointing to Wakamatsu’s baggage: a set of sweets wrapped in pretty pink paper.

“This was a gift from my junior colleague during lunch break today…”

“It’s amazing, popular people give a lot of gifts.”

“No, I’m not popular. Was that just a sarcastic remark?

Wakamatsu gave Mizuhara a fixed look, but she continued speaking without paying any attention to him.

“I’m not popular at all, so I’m not being nasty.”

“That’s a lie, that’s not true.”

“Look at it objectively. I don’t have any attractive qualities.”

That’s not the case.

Mizuhara Shizuku is beautiful. When her beautiful, medium-long hair sways, it’s so captivating that you can’t help but follow it with your eyes to the ends. She also has a great figure, which is especially noticeable during gym class, making it hard to keep up. She’s different when she’s with Wakamatsu, but in the classroom, she’s calm, charming, and friendly. If she doesn’t fall in love with her, who else will the boys in her class fall in love with?

Arriving at her apartment, Mizuhara Shizuku prepares a folding table.

On top of that, he brought out tea and Pocky. While munching on a Pocky, Wakamatsu also took out the gift that his junior had given him, and Mizuhara gave him a puzzled look.

“Let’s eat this together.”

“No, it was given to Wakamatsu, so he should eat it.”

“No, that’s not it.”

When she opened the wrapping, she found some lovely homemade cookies, chocolates, and candy inside. Mizuhara sighed when she saw it.

“I wouldn’t give you homemade cookies for no reason.”

“I heard she likes making sweets.”

“That’s just an excuse to give it to Wakamatsu. I’m not going to eat it for now.”

Having been stopped, Wakamatsu obediently put the cookies back into the bag.

Sitting diagonally across from him at the table, Wakamatsu was working on his chemistry assignments. As he constructed the electronic formula in his head, he popped a piece of candy into his mouth.

“What does that taste like?”

“Hmm? This?”

Mizuhara raised his face.

Just as I was about to pick up the bag of candy, she stopped me.

“Wait, do you want to play a game?”

Wakamatsu has a question mark floating above his head.

“A game in which one person tries to guess the flavor of the candy the other person is licking.”

“There’s a game like that?”

“Yes, between lovers. Why don’t you try it?”

Mizuhara closed her textbook and smiled, the corners of her mouth turning up.

“Well, never mind. What should I do?”

“Well, just stay still.”

Mizuhara places his hands on the floor and slowly approaches Wakamatsu.

Reaching out, he touched Wakamatsu’s cheek and placed a light kiss on his lips. His eyes widened at the sudden turn of events, and Mizuhara French kissed him again.

“Open your mouth a little.”

Though shaken, Wakamatsu obediently opens the gap between his upper and lower lips. Mizuhara similarly opens her lips a little and kisses Wakamatsu. The kiss is the same as before. She gently strokes his cheeks and jaw while gently biting his lip. Just when you think she’s licking his lips, Mizuhara’s tongue slips in.

“yeah!?”

“Hey, don’t move.”

Wakamatsu was surprised and pulled away. Mizuhara grimaced and pulled Wakamatsu closer again. Again, her lips gently bit into his lower lip.

“Wh-why?”

“You can’t taste it unless you put your tongue in.”

“Even if you say that…”

Mizuhara repeatedly traces Wakamatsu’s lips back and forth with the pads of his fingers. Even the stimulation makes his eyebrows move.

“Hmm, no, impossible.”

Wakamatsu pushes Mizuhara’s shoulder as he tries to stick his tongue in again and escapes.

“What’s impossible?”

“I, I can’t breathe…”

With tears in her eyes, she covered her mouth with her palm to prevent Mizuhara’s lips from touching hers.

“Breathe slowly through your nose.”

“So that’s why I said it’s impossible.”

“Okay. Then let me know if it gets too hard.”

Mizuhara says and kisses him.

When he started having difficulty breathing, he tapped Mizuhara on the shoulder, and she quickly removed her lips. She glanced at him to encourage him to breathe. Wakamatsu obediently took in air when Mizuhara removed her mouth.

“Fufu, good job.”

Mizuhara laughed and gave me another deep kiss. I gradually got the timing right to take my breath. My lips started to make noise, and my head started to go blank.

“…Strawberries.”

“Uh, oh, what?”

“I told you to play a game.”

“Ah,” came a silly voice.

He was so focused on kissing her that he forgot about that. He reached for the bag of candy on the table and checked the label.

“See? It was a strawberry.”

“Ah, yeah… I see.”

“Well, this is just a pretense; the real purpose is to kiss you.”

She says nonchalantly.

With a seductive smile, Mizuhara cups Wakamatsu’s cheeks with both hands.

“Deep kissing makes you feel like you’re connected deeply.”

“Deep, deep…”

“Yeah. Shall we do it one more time?”

With the cap on his head, Wakamatsu nods his head.hazeHaze

Mizuhara let out a sexy sigh in between breaths. That voice made Wakamatsu’s body throb. Wakamatsu was led to stick his tongue into Mizuhara’s mouth. Sweat started to trickle down his hands and chest, and his bangs stuck to his forehead.

Mizuhara slowly pulled away. Her cheeks were slightly flushed red, and the sight of her like that struck Wakamatsu in the heart.

“You’re good.”

I was captivated by Mizuhara Shizuku’s seductive smile.

A warning rang in Wakamatsu’s head, warning him that he and Mizuhara had once again crossed a line that should not be crossed.