Shoutout to Brandon once more. Shout out to you, my premium reader.
Arigatou Gozaimasu.
Spoiler Alert: There might or might not be the long-awaited smut. I hope I did a good job.
Enjoy!!!!!!!!!!
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Back in his room, Hozuki Nozomi took out several gift boxes, placing them on his desk with a curious expression. They had been sent by Miura Yumiko and the others, and Yuigahama Yui had insisted that he open them at home, claiming there was a "surprise" waiting for him. Now seemed like the perfect time to take a look.
"Alright, let's see what we've got here..."
He picked up the first box.
"This one's from Yumiko, huh? Oh, a popular light novel about harem adventures in another world… classic."
Nozomi smirked. It was a common trope, but a well-written one could still be enjoyable.
Next, he moved to another package.
"This one's from Mahiru… a book on scriptwriting?"
He immediately understood the intention behind it. Mahiru must have noticed how he had been working with Misaki-senpai recently and decided to help out.
"This book isn't cheap either… 300,000 yen? Tch, Mahiru really went all out."
He placed it aside carefully before reaching for Yuigahama Yui's package. He had an odd feeling about this one.
"What could Yui have possibly gotten me?"
As he peeled open the wrapping and got a look at the cover, his face stiffened.
"A… a manga with a big-breasted heroine on the cover? Wait… is this… an ecchi manga?!"
His lips twitched.
"Yui, are you serious?!"
Was she hinting at something, or was she just being herself? He honestly couldn't tell.
Finally, it was time to check Ebina Hina's package. He braced himself, expecting the worst.
"Please don't be a BL manga, please don't be a BL manga…"
With a deep breath, he opened the package—and his worst fears were not realized.
"Oh? It's… a doujin based on the novel Yumiko gave me."
He flipped through it and—
"A hentai doujin?!"
Nozomi facepalmed.
"So both Yui and Hina got me ecchi manga? Do I really give off that kind of perverted aura?!"
He groaned but couldn't help chuckling. He was already looking forward to seeing Yuigahama Yui tomorrow. There was no way she'd be able to look him in the eye after this.
Little did he know, at that very moment, Yui was rolling around in her bed, burying her face in her pillow, completely mortified.
"Uuuu… Nozomi-kun is definitely going to think I'm a hentai now… What do I do?!"
Meanwhile, Ebina Hina simply hummed to herself, seemingly unbothered.
"I was going to slip in some BL for fun, but Yumiko caught me. Oh well, next time~."
Back in his room, Nozomi sighed, stacking the books neatly on his desk. Despite the surprises, he was genuinely happy.
"They actually put thought into their gifts. Even if some of them were questionable… they know my interests. That's what matters."
After all, what was important wasn't the gifts themselves, but the fact that they were given by beautiful girls. Nozomi felt that he was still quite innocent—easily moved by such things.
A while later, a soft knock came at his door.
"Nozomi-kun, I'm back."
It was Shiina Mahiru.
"Come in."
As the door opened, Mahiru stepped inside, her expression a mix of nervousness and determination. She hesitated briefly before finally lowering her head.
"Nozomi-kun…"
Nozomi smiled and waved her over.
"Come here."
As she approached, he reached out and gently pulled her onto his lap. Her face immediately flushed a deep shade of red, but she didn't resist. Nozomi simply stroked her silky hair, his voice soft.
"Mahiru, you have something to say to me, don't you?"
She bit her lip before nodding.
"Yes… I wanted to apologize."
"For what?"
"For asking you to pursue Yumiko without considering your feelings. I only wanted to help my friend, but I realized… it wasn't fair to you."
Nozomi chuckled, shaking his head.
"There's nothing wrong with that. I do admire Yumiko, but I'd rather be upfront about it. There's no need to hide our relationship while I pursue her. If she ever found out, it would just ruin things between you two."
Mahiru looked up at him, her amber eyes filled with relief and gratitude.
"So, from now on, we should just be open and get along as friends."
She hesitated for a moment before wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Though, knowing your greedy personality, I doubt you'll stop at just friendship with Yumiko."
Nozomi grinned.
"Mahiru really understands me."
He tightened his hold on her slightly, lowering his voice.
"But right now, I'm more interested in doing bad things to you, Mahiru."
Before she could react, he closed the distance and captured her lips in a deep kiss.
Mahiru stiffened for a moment before melting into his embrace. It was warm… reassuring… intoxicating.
As their lips parted, she gazed at him with dazed eyes, her breath uneven.
Nozomi smirked.
The angel was so well-behaved, her body soft and warm against him. Her expression, filled with embarrassment yet clear affection, only fueled his emotions further. If it weren't for Ogiwara Sayu calling for dinner, he wasn't sure he would've let go of her at all.
Mahiru's petite figure fit perfectly in his arms. She smelled sweet, and her every little reaction sent his heart racing.
She covered her face with both hands, her voice full of bashfulness.
"I feel like I'm getting weirder and weirder. It's all your fault!"
"Yes, yes, it's all my fault," Nozomi admitted without hesitation. "I led Mahiru astray."
"Hmph, it's good that you know!" she huffed, pretending to be stern before stretching out her slender legs in front of him.
"Look at you, you messed them up. Put my socks back on."
Nozomi took a deep breath, holding the pair of white socks in one hand while gently taking Mahiru's delicate foot in the other. Her skin was soft, almost translucent under the room's light, and he could feel the warmth radiating from her. Carefully, he slid the sock over her toes, his touch lingering slightly longer than necessary.
What was it like to put socks on your girlfriend?
Nozomi now knew.
And it felt incredible.
Mahiru blushed as she watched him, adjusting her skirt awkwardly before quickly standing up and heading for the door. "Let's go eat."
After dinner, both of them took their showers, and Mahiru remembered her promise to give Nozomi a knee pillow tonight. She hesitated outside his room, preparing herself mentally before heading in.
But before she could, she heard something from inside.
It was Sayu.
Mahiru froze, her cheeks instantly burning. The muffled sounds coming from the room made her stomach twist in ways she didn't want to admit. She clenched her hands into fists.
Didn't she say she didn't mind? That she was okay with this?
Then why was she feeling so jealous?
She turned on her heel and walked away.
Right now, Sayu was in a sensitive period. Let Nozomi comfort her. It was fine. Everything was fine.
Besides…
It wasn't like she was ready to go that far with him.
...
It was midnight when Sayu finally exhausted herself. She leaned against Nozomi's chest, absentmindedly poking his cheek.
"Mahiru is going to be jealous. You should go find her."
"If she's jealous, I'll just go to her and make her happy again," Nozomi said with a grin. "But if I go to her now, you'll be upset too."
Sayu laughed. "Pfft, so you two really haven't gone all the way yet?"
Nozomi raised an eyebrow. "Why, are you so worried about Mahiru? Or do you think I like her more than you?"
Sayu smirked mischievously. "I don't know, should I be worried?"
"Why do you think so? I like both of you! If I really had to choose, then I'd just carry you to Mahiru's room and let you two compare for yourselves."
Sayu rolled her eyes. "You really are a terrible person."
"Does Sayu hate me for it?"
"No, I like you very much," she admitted, nestling closer into his chest. "Thank you for comforting me. I feel a lot stronger now. From now on, I want to do my part for you and this family."
Nozomi chuckled, running a hand through her hair. "Good girl. Keep working hard—I'm waiting for the day you return to school. With me around, what's there to be afraid of?"
Sayu's eyes softened. "You always make it sound so easy."
"It is easy. You just didn't have the right people by your side before. None of it was your fault, Sayu. So don't let it weigh you down anymore. Everything will be fine."
Sayu bit her lip, holding back the emotions welling up inside her. When her own family had abandoned her, Nozomi had chosen to believe in her. Protected her. Gave her a home.
She wanted to do something for him too.
"I'm going to the bathroom," she said abruptly, getting up and slipping out of the room.
But instead of going to the bathroom, she stopped in front of Mahiru's door.
"Mahiru, are you awake?"
A hesitant voice answered from inside. "...Not really."
Sayu grinned. "Nozomi's calling for you. If you don't go now, he's going to be really upset."
Mahiru opened the door, looking up at her with wide, flushed cheeks. "Eh? Now?"
"Yes, now." Sayu pushed her towards Nozomi's room and winked. "Go on."
Mahiru hesitated for a brief moment before nodding and stepping inside. The room was dimly lit by the moonlight filtering through the window. Slowly, she tiptoed over to Nozomi's bed and slipped under the covers.
Warm.
He was so warm.
Nozomi stirred, immediately sensing something different in his arms. The scent, the texture—it wasn't Sayu. It wasn't his senpai either.
He opened his eyes, and in the soft glow of the moon, he saw her face.
"Mahiru?!"
"Baka, don't call me so loudly!"
She buried her face in his chest, too embarrassed to meet his gaze.
Nozomi, however, couldn't help but laugh. "I'm not letting you leave tonight."
Mahiru's voice was small, but firm. "I'm not leaving tonight."
"And I won't let you sleep either!"
Mahiru hesitated for only a second before slowly wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Do what you want."
Nozomi's control shattered at her words, his body responding to the invitation. She was the angel of his dreams, yet here she was, in his arms, offering herself to him. He lowered his head, his lips crashing into hers, their passion igniting.
Their kiss was fervent, each touch, each stroke of their lips stoking the flames of their desire. Nozomi's hands roamed, caressing the curves of Mahiru's body, his fingers delving into her hair as he deepened the kiss.
Mahiru's heart raced, her body responding to his touch with a hunger she hadn't anticipated. The tenderness and care Nozomi displayed in his exploration of her body, only served to fan the embers of her arousal, until they blazed into an all-consuming fire.
Nozomi's lips trailed down Mahiru's neck, his tongue flicking against the sensitive skin, eliciting soft moans from her parted lips. The rhythm of their kisses grew more urgent, their hands fumbling with the buttons and clasps that held their clothes together.
As they shed their barriers, they revealed themselves to one another, their naked bodies finally touching, skin to skin. Nozomi's fingers traced the outline of Mahiru's breast, his touch gentle, yet insistent.
Mahiru arched into Nozomi's touch, a soft moan escaping her lips as her nipples hardened under his skillful fingertips. He lowered his head, taking one of them between his lips, his tongue swirling and teasing.
A shiver coursed through Mahiru's body, her hands gripping the sheets as her pleasure intensified. Nozomi's other hand slipped lower, his fingertips brushing against her mound, the soft curls a welcome contrast to the smoothness of her skin.
The sensation of his fingers gently parting her folds sent a jolt through her. Her breath hitched as she felt his thumb glide across her swollen clit. Nozomi's lips never left her nipple, his mouth working in tandem with his hand, drawing a symphony of moans from Mahiru.
She writhed beneath him, her body aching for more. Her head tossed from side to side, her eyes closed, lost in the sensations. Nozomi's thumb continued its rhythmic dance, the pressure increasing as her arousal grew.
Mahiru's body tensed, the edge of climax tantalizingly close. As the waves of pleasure built, Nozomi pulled away, his intent clear—he wanted her to beg.
The sudden absence of his touch sent her crashing back to reality, her body quivering with unsatisfied desire. Mahiru's eyes flew open, her voice a plea. "Nozomi-kun, please..."
Nozomi grinned, his own arousal throbbing against her thigh. "Please what, Mahiru-chan?" he teased.
"Please, don't stop..."
His smile deepened, and he resumed his ministrations, his thumb working her clit with a fervor that left her breathless. Mahiru's body arched off the bed, her back arching, her hands gripping Nozomi's hair, as she cried out, her first orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave.
Nozomi continued to pleasure her, milking the last drops of her release before he moved down, his lips trailing over her stomach, the tip of his tongue teasing the navel before he settled between her legs.
The sensation of his hot breath on her swollen flesh made Mahiru quiver, her body still sensitive from her climax. Nozomi's tongue delved into her folds, tasting her essence, before he began to suckle gently at her clit, his tongue flicking against it in a mesmerizing rhythm.
Mahiru's body convulsed, her hands gripping his head, as another orgasm washed over her. Her legs shook, and she clung to him, her mind swimming in a haze of pleasure.
Nozomi continued to pleasure her, his fingers now joining his tongue in exploring her depths. He knew her body was primed, and he wanted to make her his in the most intimate way possible.
As her tremors subsided, Nozomi moved up, his erection straining against his body, desperate to claim her. Mahiru looked at him, her eyes filled with a mix of love and apprehension.
Nozomi knew she was a virgin, and he wanted this first time to be special. He leaned down, his lips brushing against hers, his voice low and tender. "I'm going to make you mine, Mahiru."
She nodded, her heart beating wildly, her body aching for him. Nozomi positioned himself at her entrance, his eyes locked on hers. The moment of truth was upon them.
Slowly, he began to enter her, the tightness of her virginity an exquisite torture for both of them. Mahiru winced, the discomfort sharp, but as he continued to push in, inch by inch, the burning sensation was replaced by an overwhelming fullness.
Nozomi paused, his gaze never leaving hers, allowing her body to adjust. Mahiru's hand rested on his chest, her breathing heavy. The intimacy of their connection, the joining of their bodies, was something they had never experienced before.
Nozomi began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate, his eyes never leaving Mahiru's face. Each thrust brought her closer to him, their hearts pounding in unison.
Mahiru's body responded to his, her hips rolling to meet his, her moans of pleasure growing louder. Nozomi's pace increased, his thrusts becoming more urgent, his need for her growing.
Their lovemaking was a dance, a symphony of passion and intimacy, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. As their climaxes neared, the room filled with the sounds of their passion—their moans, the slap of their bodies, and the creak of the bed.
Finally, Nozomi's hips jerked, his release imminent. Mahiru's body tightened around him, her third orgasm of the night crashing over her, their pleasure intertwining as they climaxed together.
As they lay there, spent and sated, the weight of the night's events settled upon them. In the quiet aftermath, they clung to each other, their hearts beating in unison, as if to signify the beginning of a new chapter in their lives.
Nozomi whispered his love, his voice hoarse and filled with emotion. Mahiru, the angel in his arms, finally found her wings, and in his embrace, she soared higher than she ever thought possible.
"Another round?"
"No, I'm tired and we still have school tomorrow."
"Come on Mahiru, can't you just skip it?"
"No, we are the class representatives and can't afford to skip class," Mahiru said.
Looking at Nozomi's puppy-eyes, Mahiru couldn't bring herself to refuse him anymore.
"Just one round and then we call it a night, okay?" Mahiru compromised.
The night stretched on, filled with whispered words and gentle touches.
And outside the room, Sayu, listening to Mahiru's breathless pleas, couldn't help but laugh to herself.
Who was the one saying they wouldn't fall so easily?