A Story About a Handsome Girl Having Her First Kiss Stolen by an Equally Handsome Classmate - Episode 64

Mizuhara hugged Wakamatsu tightly, confirming his presence.

She felt safe in his arms, her body temperature warmer than his. Wakamatsu pulled away a little and looked up at Mizuhara.

“Cute.”

“Mizuhara is the only one who calls me cute.”

Wakamatsu places his hand on Mizuhara’s cheek and presses a gentle kiss.

My ears, forehead, and corners of my eyes. Each tiny sensation made my eyelids tremble. I no longer felt the need to resist.

“I love you… I love you so much.”

“Yeah”

“I love you, Mizuhara.”

Wakamatsu repeated his words of love many times.

Each word made Shizuku Mizuhara boil. They turned each other around and pressed Wakamatsu’s body against the entrance door. She didn’t resist.

“Hehe, you like it here, don’t you?”

He kissed the corners of her mouth a few times, then grabbed her chin and bit into her bottom lip.

When I touched the corner of his lips, Wakamatsu visibly writhed. His appearance was so provocative that I almost forgot that we were on a school trip.

“I like it, it kind of tingles.”

“I see.”

Wakamatsu‘s face made heat drop in Mizuhara’s lower abdomen.

Wakamatsu, lips parted slightly, tilted his head and gave her a wink. He understood her intentions and gave her a deep kiss just as she had wished. Wakamatsu, whose breathing had improved, fought back, not wanting to be outdone.

“…Did you do this with your ex-boyfriend?”

“picture”

“This kind of thing.”

Wakamatsu frowned and looked around.

I couldn’t help but chuckle at the risky question that could have been disheartening depending on the answer.

“I’ve never done that.”

“…tell me the truth.”

“That’s true. My sister had just disappeared, and I had no time for that.”

I told the truth. This is not a lie.

Wakamatsu suddenly bit Mizuhara’s lower lip and was surprised by the slight pain.

“That’s good then…”

“Why did you bite?”

I checked the spot where I’d been bitten with my finger. I glared at her, but she didn’t seem to care.

“I was jealous, so I got some revenge.”

“Hehe, what’s that?”

He placed his hand on Wakamatsu’s cheek again and poked his lips with his tongue.

He penetrated her mouth and stimulated her responsive spot. Wakamatsu narrowed his eyes in delight at the stimulation Mizuhara gave him. He placed his lips on her tear-stained face, which was emphasized by her narrowed eyes.

“Hmm, it’s about time… I’ll go to sleep.”

An alarm went off in my head telling me I couldn’t go any further.

Reluctantly letting go, Wakamatsu looked at Mizuhara in shock, with a stunned expression on his face.

“Aren’t you going to continue?”

I completely understand the desire to release the heat that has built up in your body because I feel the same way.

But there is a limit to this. Mizuhara’s reason seems to be stronger than that of his classmate. Or maybe Wakamatsu is too easily influenced.

“If you have s3x on a school trip, you’ll become a legend.”

“Eh, what’s that?”

Wakamatsu sprawled out and jumped onto the bed, face up.

Wakamatsu looked adorable as she sulked and sank into the sea of ​​sheets. Mizuhara leaned over her, defenseless as she lay there, and kissed the corner of her mouth for the umpteenth time. After he pulled away, he ran the pads of his fingers over that spot again.

“Oh, seriously… that’s bad.”

Wakamatsu lifted his right hip and let out a sexy sigh.

Even Mizuhara couldn’t hide his excitement at the sound of that voice. As he fixed Wakamatsu’s bangs that had fallen into his eyes with his fingers, his heated gaze met Mizuhara’s.

Before it was too late, I got up and got a glass of water from the refrigerator.

“My body is hot… It’s Mizuhara’s fault.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Then, as an apology, sleep here…”

The classmate turned from her back onto her side to make more space. I could tell what she was trying to do. Mizuhara put the plastic bottle in the fridge and walked over to the bed.

“Excuse me.”

Mizuhara also lay down on the same bed and hugged Wakamatsu under the covers. As he said, Wakamatsu’s body was hot. His body was hotter than usual when he hugged him.

“Mizuhara…”

With a longing look on his face, Wakamatsu placed his mouth on Mizuhara’s collarbone.

It was painfully clear that he was begging for him to touch him. Still, Mizuhara managed to keep his sanity and hugged Wakamatsu tightly, almost to the point of pain.

“Ugh… I can’t breathe.”

“Come stay with us again. Then.”

“……Yeah”

They released Wakamatsu, who was craving air, and the two of them faced each other and held hands.

“I love Mizuhara.”

“Yeah”

“I love you more than anything.”

Wakamatsu shyly leaned closer, kissing their interlocked hands.

“Tell me your story about Mizuhara.”

“It’s dark and sad and despicable, so you’d be better off not listening to it. It will cool even a century-old love.”

“You idiot, there’s no way it’ll cool down.”

Wakamatsu retorted.

With his hand still connected, Mizuhara lay on his back on the bed and closed his eyes, gazing at the unfamiliar wooden ceiling.

Looking back on your life is like digging up unpleasant memories.

“Hmm…”

I thought about how openly I should speak.

However, what Wakamatsu Kaede wants to hear is probably not Mizuhara’s revised autobiography.

“…I might cry while I’m talking.”

I warned you. Wakamatsu nodded gently.

“Ever since I was old enough to understand, my father has been gone–“

He closes his eyes and recalls his memories, putting them into words.

“-My name is Onee-chan. Whenever she came home after school, she would make dinner for us.”ExcellentSuguru

“You’re a good sister.”

“Yeah, but it’s been painful for a long time.”

I remember my sister standing in the kitchen.

Her sister had the same chestnut-colored hair as Shizuku, cut in a bob. When her hair swayed, her expression was revealed.

“The night my sister left, I got some sunscreen.”

“I see.”

“My sister always gave me new ones. I never got to give anything back.”

“You can just give it back the next time you see each other. That will be enough.”

It seemed that Mizuhara’s body was craving sleep. Soon after we started talking, his eyelids started to get heavy.

“You can sleep.”

Wakamatsu strokes my head. It feels really good.

Having someone beside him could be such a comforting feeling. Mizuhara fell asleep in Wakamatsu Hanafude’s arms.