A Story About a Handsome Girl Having Her First Kiss Stolen by an Equally Handsome Classmate - Episode 37

“Until Wakamatsu asks you to have $*x with him.”

These are the words of none other than Mizuhara Shizuku.

While taking a shower, clean every inch of your body.

He thought he had taken care of it properly at home. But Wakamatsu checked his body as thoroughly as possible. Finally, he poured the shower over his head, brushed his wet hair back, and left the bathroom.

“…That was quick.”

“I don’t think it will happen soon.”

“The hair dryer is on the table.”

Mizuhara took over from Wakamatsu and went to the bathroom.

There was a hair dryer and a mirror on a folding table in Mizuhara’s room. Wakamatsu looked at himself in the mirror. His cheeks were flushed more than usual, probably because he had taken a thorough bath, which seemed to indicate how excited he was, and he felt embarrassed.

“Yes.”

After using the hair dryer, I carefully tidied myself up, making extensive use of the mirror to check if there was anything strange about my face.

Wakamatsu looked up at the sound of the door.

“Is the dryer done?”

“It’s done. Can I blow-dry Mizuhara?”

Wakamatsu calls out to Mizuhara as she briskly steps out of the bath.

She was at a loss for words for a moment, but when she saw Wakamatsu still holding the hairdryer, she agreed. Wakamatsu had her sit in front of her and began drying her hair with awkward movements. It was her first experience drying someone else’s hair.

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

“I wanted that face more than the hair.”

“Mizuhara is cute just the way she is…”

Maybe it’s the smell of oil, but she smells faintly different from usual.

Should I use oil before using a hair dryer?

“I’ve heard it’s better to do that, though.”

“Hmm…”

Turn off the dryer.

He combed her hair with his hand, smoothing it down. Mizuhara Shizuku’s hair floated up, and he kissed her pale neck. He left light kisses as he gradually moved his lips down to her ear.

“Hey Wakamatsu…”

“I love you, Mizuhara.”

Wakamatsu places his hand on hers.

I traced the lines of her body with my hands that were around her stomach.

Touching the chin, stroking the cheek, I turn my beloved’s face towards me.

“Hey, do it.”

He leaned his face in and kissed her.

After repeating this two or three times, Wakamatsu buries his face in her shoulder. He slowly opens his eyes and looks up at Mizuhara Shizuku invitingly.

“…Please, have $*x with me.”

“……that”

Mizuhara Shizuku looked taken aback by Wakamatsu’s words.

“You promised.”

Mizuhara Shizuku places her hand on Wakamatsu’s cheek and bites his lip.

Wakamatsu leaned against the bed behind her, and she turned and put her weight on his thighs. Mizuhara got on top of her and kissed her deeply. Tears welled up in Wakamatsu’s eyes from the breathlessness and pleasure.

“Touch me, Mizuhara.”

Mizuhara slips his hand under her underwear and places it on her chest.

He could hear Mizuhara gasp. Wakamatsu’s heart was beating as fast as it could go. He could hear the sound of his heartbeat through his hands.

“Wow, I’m so excited…”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Mizuhara rolls up Wakamatsu’s underwear and puts his palm inside.

Her fingers went around his back, deftly removed the metal fittings of his underwear, and her fingers touched him directly. Her hands crawled freely over his br*asts, sides, and stomach, arousing Wakamatsu’s lust.

“Uh, uh… Mi, Mizuhara.”

“Does it feel good here?”

A pathetic voice came out of Wakamatsu’s mouth, something he didn’t want Mizuhara to hear.

Mizuhara Shizuku seemed to have gotten a taste for it and continued to play with that spot relentlessly. Gradually, her hand went lower, further arousing Wakamatsu’s desire.

“Mizuhara, Mizuhara”

“What?”

“I love you… I love you, Mizuhara.”

Before I knew it, the words had slipped out.

When she touches him, everything overflows from inside Wakamatsu.

“Zuhara…”

“Don’t move.”

Mizuhara mercilessly holds down Wakamatsu’s waist from above.

Unable to lift his hips, the numbness gradually built up in his right hip. As if waiting for the moment when his head was going fuzzy and his ability to think was declining, Mizuhara gave Wakamatsu a deep kiss.

Wakamatsu’s mind went blank.

“Do you like me, Mizuhara?”

Holding Mizuhara close as she lay on top of him, Wakamatsu took a steadying breath and asked. Mizuhara Shizuku pressed her lips to Wakamatsu’s ear.

“…I love you.”

Mizuhara Shizuku’s sexy voice echoed in my head, making my hips feel heavy again. A sweet, heavy numbness gathered in my hips through my nerves.

“But… I’m sorry.”

“……picture?”

“Sorry……”

Something warm falls on my cheek.

When he opened his eyes in response to the sensation, he saw Mizuhara Shizuku quietly shedding tears.