Adolescent Adam

Chapter 49

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The Fujita family tended to be low energy,but Mutsuki did not have trouble getting up in the morning.

But just because he did not have troubledid not mean he was particularly good at it.

However…

Rinnnng,rinnnnng.

Yet again, he got out of bed at 5 AM at theinsistence of his ringing cellphone.

“h.e.l.lo?”

“Are you up?”

“Yefh.”

“We meet in the Student Council Room at0600 again. Don’t be late. Got that?”

His groggy mind managed to answer “yes”. Hesuppressed his desire to dive right back into bed and got dressed. He put onhis gym clothes instead of his uniform. He had 3 pairs, but it was a littledamp because he had been wearing them every day lately and his laundry rotationcould not keep up.

The sun had yet to color the eastern sky,so the living room’s eastern window was dark. He sighed and prepared breakfastlike usual.

“I’m back~♪ Oh? Hee hee hee. You’re up early again.”

“Welcome back, Micha-san.”

After having fun on her motorcycle allnight, Micha returned at around half past five. He had already explained thesituation to her, so she chuckled at the tired look on Mutsuki’s face.

“Was her name Ren-chan? She must reallylike you.”

“This isn’t easy…”

“Don’t blame her, Mutsuki-kun. You give offthis aura that makes older girls want to take care of you.”

This was nothing as kind as taking care ofhim, so he could only sigh.

“Is Ange in her room?”

“Yes. …I think. She left yesterday like youdid. I went to bed at 10 and haven’t seen her.”

He had no time, so he ate his breakfast whilepreparing the food and placed Micha and Ange’s portions on plates. Afterbrushing his teeth and finishing getting ready, he grabbed the bag with hisschool supplies and uniform in it.

“I’ll be going. Make sure Ange doesn’tsleep in.”

“Will do~”

To arrive by the promised time, he left thehouse when the September sky had only started growing bright.

He arrived at school at 5:50. He left hisbag in the cla.s.sroom before heading to the Student Council Room.

“0555. You made sure to arrive 5 minutesearly. Well done.”

She was already there.

Ren also wore her gym clothes and shenodded when the boy arrived.

“To hone your charitable heart, let’s getto work preparing for the cultural festival.”

She stood straight and directly faced him.Mutsuki was fully awake now but still weary. She, however, exuded motivationand eagerness from her entire body.

“Are you ready, Fujita Mutsuki?”

“…Yes.”

“Show me more energy than that.”

“Yes!”

3 days had pa.s.sed.

Mutsuki was being punished for his deviants.e.xual behavior on campus, but for Machina’s sake, they could not make a bigdeal out of it and so President Shirohara was personally overseeing the punishment.

Plus, Machina had not been all that angryin the first place, so it was more an issue of Ren’s feelings.

The personal punishment given to Mutsukiwas to a.s.sist with Student Council business until the cultural festival.

Basically, he did odd jobs to prepare forthe festival.

It seemed simple, but it was rough. Mutsukialone had to take over all the help for a festival held by the entire gigantic school.

Ren had made a number of comments:

“Listen, Fujita Mutsuki. I once monitoredyou, so I don’t think you are a vulgar person to the core. I think you merelylost your way in the 5 months I was gone.”

“You hold an important position as thebearer of the Serpent’s Eye. I understand how finding yourself in that positionduring adolescence can blind you to what is right. But that is why I wish toguide you to a pure and wholesome life.”

“A wholesome mind is built upon wholesomedeeds. Regain your pure self with volunteer work.”

“Don’t worry. I will work with you.”

It was unclear how she viewed this, butMutsuki had never been able to say “no” and this was Shirohara Ren-senpai. Hecould not defy her.

“Today, we will be weeding the area aroundhere. I want the lawn to look nice for the festival.”

“Okay.”

He was entirely unable to complain as shehad him wake up at 5 in the morning to do all sorts of odd jobs.

Today, it was weeding. The schoolyard andedges of the sports ground had not been maintained over summer break, so therewere plenty of weeds growing.

Even if it was still cool so soon aftersunrise, it was heavy labor. He was sweating after only 15 minutes. Sweatstained his work gloves and some rough dirt got inside them.

At the very least, this was not a job for anormal student to be doing at this hour. …He frowned while the smell of theweeds p.r.i.c.ked at his nose.

But this was the 3rd day. Mutsuki was moreor less voluntarily partic.i.p.ating in this harsh early-morning work.

He was not obligated to do this, so hecould skip it if he wanted.

Then why was he doing it? Part if was hiseasily influenced personality. Part of it was self-punishment because he feltbad for what he did to Machina, even if she was not saying anything about it.Part of it was Shirohara Ren’s charisma that allowed her to force through somefairly ridiculous demands.

And…

“Oh… Look, Fujita Mutsuki.”

“Yes?”

Ren called him over while crouched downnext to the school building.

Her work gloves were even muddier thanMutsuki’s and she pointed at a pale crimson color mixed in with the greensummer gra.s.s.

“It’s a cosmos. In j.a.pan it’s also called…anautumn cherry blossom, isn’t it?”

“Yes. I see it’s still a bud.”

“It must have wandered in here fromsomewhere. It would be a shame to uproot it. There’s a flower bed in thecourtyard that isn’t in use, so let’s move it there.”

She smiled happily and carefully dug aroundit.

———And part of it was because she wouldspend time with him.

President Shirohara Ren had a strong senseof responsibility, so she had begun monitoring because she had ordered him herein the name of providing guidance.

“Don’tworry. I will work with you.”

Just as she had said, she performed all ofthe odd jobs alongside him, from weeding to cleaning the school building. Shewas always here early in the morning.

She had no obligation either, but she putin the same work in the name of providing guidance. He could hardly complainabout that.

And there was one last part of it…

“Time to carry it over. …Oh, the dirt isfalling away. Fujita Mutsuki, hold it in.”

“Oh, yes, yes.”

Ren made a bowl out of her hands and triedto carry the cosmos and the root ball below it.

Mutsuki wrapped his hands around hers frombelow to catch any dirt that fell out.

They were wearing work gloves, but he stillfelt his cheeks grow hot from holding her hands. Fortunately, he was sweating,so she did not notice.

———The last part was of course that he hadfeelings for her.

“Kyah!”

“Eh?”

He heard a cute scream.

Wondering what it was, he realized Ren wasacting oddly.

Her eyes were as clear as the September skyand they were opened wide.

Her usually intelligent face looked morelike a puppy now. He tilted his head, wondering what had happened.

“Eek.”

She tensed up and let out another cuteshriek.

Her shapely chin was pulled all the wayback to her throat to look down at something: her own clothes.

Then he realized that a 5cm object thecolor of a dead leaf had hopped from the cosmos and onto her clothes.Specifically, onto the nametag on her chest.

“Oh, a gra.s.shopper. They’re pretty commonthis time of year.”

It was fairly big but not a big deal. Itwas only a gra.s.shopper.

He did not often come across bugs at hisage, so he smiled at it.

But the girl with it on her chest was notsmiling at all.

“Uh, uhhh, um, Fujita Mutsuki. Sorry, but…”

“Yes?”

“Hwah…it’s crawling up.”

The uncooperative gra.s.shopper crawled upher gym shirt in search of higher ground.

In other words, it was approaching herface.

“G-get it off, get it off.”

Her mouth flapped and her voice was shrill.

Mutsuki was taken aback.

(…She’s so cute.)

He smiled bitterly.

“Do you not like bugs?”

“No, I don’t. Um, hurry?”

“Oh, yes, yes.”

He reached out his hand.

Mutsuki was a boy, so he was not afraid ofa bug like this. He tried to grab it, but…

“Hyahhh!”

Despite being a boy, he forgot how bugsworked. As soon as he tried to grab it, the gra.s.shopper jumped away. And righttoward Ren’s face.

The frozen girl managed to use her truereflexes to dodge to the side with incredible speed.

With nowhere to land, the gra.s.shopper fellinto the gra.s.s and the cosmos Ren had been holding fell to the ground. And…

“Ah… Um, senpai?”

It must have really scared her. Ren wastrembling and clinging to Mutsuki.

Like a small child, she clung to the arm hehad not reached out toward her.

(Oh. H-her b.o.o.bs are touching me…)

This unexpected contact with his beloveduppercla.s.sman caused the boy to freeze in place.

He had been holding this arm out to holdthe cosmos, so she was pressing everything from her chest to her stomachagainst the length of the arm.

Most notable was his upper arm squishedbetween her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

(Hers are pretty big too. Oh, but they feela lot different from Ibekusa-san’s…)

“!”

The girl soon came back to her senses and quickly moved away.

“My apologies. I panicked.”

Where had that cuteness gone? She returnedto the usual dignified and intellectual Shirohara-senpai and cleared herthroat.

“I’ll carry the flower, so you continueweeding.”

She picked back up the dropped cosmos. It had lost a lot of dirt, so she couldcarry it on her own.

He was disappointed he could not hold herhands through the work gloves, but he had just had even more contact than that,so being with her would be awkward. He simply nodded and got back to weeding.

Ren’s panic must have stuck with herbecause she kept an oddly emotionless face, frowned, and started toward thecourtyard.

She stopped after a single step.

“I wonder if there are…gra.s.shoppers in thecourtyard flower bed.”

“It’s still pretty hot, so probably.”

“…”

“O-okay, okay. I’ll go with you.”

He still did not get to hold her hands, buthe went with her.

He got to see an unusual side to this beloveduppercla.s.sman, so he decided arriving at school so early might actually be fun.

Unsurprisingly, they were downrightexhausted.

“Ah~~~”

“Really wears you out, doesn’t it?”

The heavy labor from 6 AM left Mutsukiabout to collapse once cla.s.ses started.

He laid his head on his desk and Sakaerubbed his shoulders.

After being freed at 8, he had changed intohis uniform and gone to his cla.s.sroom. Those 30 minutes until the bell rangwere his precious resting time.

He currently had about 10 minutes left. Machinaand Ange had yet to arrive, but a lot of the boys, Lucia and Sakae included,had gathered today.

“That girl really p.i.s.ses me off, being somean to Mutsuki-kun,” complained Lucia.

Mutsuki smiled bitterly and shook his headto say she was not being mean to him.

“But it also has got to be nice hanging outwith Shirohara-senpai like that.”

“I know, right? Kah~, I’m so jealous,Fujita~”

Everyone gathered there began speaking.

Gentle Mutsuki could get along with anyoneand ever-positive Sakae tended to attract people to him. It was hardlysurprising that their cla.s.smates were approaching them, but…

“Hey, hey, Fujita-kun. What’s it like beingthe president’s personal errand boy?”

“Do you end up alone with her a lot?”

He could not help but think that his job wasattracting more people than usual.

The school was viewing Fujita Mutsuki as anemergency helper for the Student Council. They could not announce why he hadended up doing this, but people rarely cared much what the Student Council did.No one had questioned it as he worked with the Student Council early in themorning, during lunch, and during the cultural festival preparatory period forthe past 3 days.

But even if no one cared about the StudentCouncil, they did care about the Student Council President.

“Man, I wish I could get that close toher.”

“She’s so d.a.m.n pretty, isn’t she? Youraverage idol doesn’t hold a candle to her.”

“It’s not just her face; it’s that bodytoo. She’s slender in all the right places and thick in all the rightplaces…and her hips are positioned so high. Non-j.a.panese blood is a h.e.l.l ofthing.”

Mutsuki was right there, but they ignoredhim and began discussing the president.

This was the natural course of conversationfor boys, so Mutsuki listened in and nodded along.

Shirohara Ren had more than just elegantfacial features; her body was also incredible. It had been obvious from adistance, but a closer look proved it all the more.

Her arms and legs were the ideal length andher 160cm body had the head, chest, abdomen, and hips divided into the goldenratio of a Greek sculpture. She could gather attention just by standing thereand her ideal model’s body played a large role in that.

Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were beautiful spheres thatlooked like 2 eggs side by side. Mutsuki would be lying if he said being alonewith her in the morning had not put him in a strange mood.

That said, Mutsuki was somewhat accustomedto being around hot bodies.

That previous touch had sent his heartracing, but he was used to being around beautiful women like Katsue-sensei. Hewas also in contact with beautiful girls who had a more fetishistic appeal suchas Machina with an absurdly large bust on an otherwise average frame or Ange whohad an average build with the height of an elementary school girl.

“…”

“Oh, good morning, Ibekusa-san.”

“…Good morning.”

At that very moment, Machina arrived asinconspicuously as ever.

If she was here, the bell was about toring. Unable to continue their crude conversation with a girl present, Sakaeand the other cla.s.smates returned to their desks.

Only Lucia and Machina remained.

…And Machina seemed to have alreadyforgiven him for the incident 3 days prior.

She had already known Mutsuki tended to getcarried away, so she may have been used to his occasional extreme request.

Machina herself did not mind, Ren alone wasangry, and Mutsuki alone felt self-loathing.

The pregnancy test and a FeTUS test hadboth rejected the possibility of pregnancy. They were apparently stillinvestigating the reason for the lactation.

Mutsuki felt somewhat relieved and somewhatdisappointed. That slight awkwardness remained as he gradually regained hisusual relationship with Machina.

“Huh? Come to think of it…”

He realized the desk behind her was empty.That was Ange’s seat.

Machina always arrived just before thebell. If she was here but Ange was not, then Ange was late.

“Deryaaaahhhh! Made it!”

At that very moment, she dove into the cla.s.sroom.

Her tie was twisted, her b.u.t.tons were doneup wrong, and she was generally a mess. He had given her cellphone a wakeupcall at around 7, but she must have gone back to sleep.

“Sigh. C’mon, stupid Mutsuki. You need toleave my lunch in a more obvious place. I used up way too much time searchingfor it.”

She stomped over and sat down. She wasquite sweaty.

“Huh? Didn’t I leave your lunch on thetable?”

“It was next to the sink. I spent foreverlooking.”

“Oh. Sorry. But isn’t that one of the firstplaces you would look?”

“Uuh… Well, I was running late after going back to sleep.”

Iknew it, thought Mutsuki with a bitter smile.

Ange wrinkled her brow in annoyance, butshe was not the type to complain when it was her own fault. She fell silent andlooked the other way.

Then their teacher arrived and the time forchatting ended.

Ineed to make two wakeup calls from now on, decidedMutsuki.

(Ange went back to sleep.)

Did that mean she had been out somewhereduring the night again?

That one concern stuck with him.

The morning was the most exhausting time,but Mutsuki also had to carry out Ren’s instructions during the culturalfestival homeroom during 6th period.

It had been a difficult day. Since thehomeroom took up both 5th and 6th period today, he had been called to theStudent Council Room during lunch. And not all of his tasks were physical laborlike that morning.

“Umm.”

Megutono Academy had more than 20 schoolbuildings, so there were a lot one would never visit during a normal lifethere.

Building East 2 on the northeast of thegrounds was one of those.

It was generally known as the MusicBuilding. It was 3-stories tall and all of the rooms on the 2nd and 3rd floorwere used for music rooms. The 3rd floor contained a few larger music rooms forthe bra.s.s band and the choir. The 2nd floor contained smaller cla.s.srooms, butthey had been soundproofed and filled with acoustic equipment for the clubs thatwanted to start bands.

Simply put, the entire building had beenmade into a gathering place for those who loved musical instruments.

Mutsuki was not all that interested inmusic, so he never had to go there.

But for those in a band, the culturalfestival was the most important time of year and he was a.s.sisting with thepreparation for the exciting season.

“Please write your requested time on thisform and drop it off at the Student Council Room by afterschool Friday.”

“Sure thing♪”

Feeling glad they seemed nice, Mutsukifinished his task, stepped outside, and sighed.

His job today was to confirm the number ofclubs and bands that wanted to perform in the gym during the cultural festival.

All he had to do was bring them the form,but…

(Uuh~, this makes me so nervous.)

He had trouble with people he did not knowand he was hesitant to knock when they were practicing music, so this was adifficult task for him.

“That’s the bra.s.s band and choir done. Nextis…”

His mood grew dark when he thought aboutwhere he was going next.

The 2nd floor was for individuals who hadformed a band instead of more traditional clubs.

While the 3rd floor had been built formusic in the first place, the 2nd floor had modified normal cla.s.srooms intomusic rooms, so it had an entirely different atmosphere. The hallway was fullof large equipment and instruments, so there must have been nowhere else tostore them. A few of the windows were covered with soundproofing material, soit was dark.

Plus, this was a haunt for rock bands.

This was only Mutsuki’s personal image ofrock bands, but he a.s.sumed he would have to face slender macho men with spikyhair who dressed skimpily to show off their bodies.

This boy had overcome threats to his lifein conflicts involving angels and demons, but he was still afraid of that type.

“Excuse meeee.”

He hesitantly knocked on the first door.

He would wait a few seconds. If no oneanswered the door, could he report to Ren that no one was there? He felt likethat would be dishonest, but…

“Yes? Ahn…what is it?”

The door opened.

Rudely enough, Mutsuki felt his fears hadbeen confirmed when he saw the girl who opened the door.

She was from the high school. Her hair hadbeen bleached a nearly-white brown and her skin was well tanned. Her eyes wereaccentuated by extreme mascara and she had color contacts in, so he naturallyflinched back upon seeing her.

She was what was known as a black gal. Mutsukihad heard there were a few of those in the high school, but he had never seenone up close since there were none in the middle school. He grew fl.u.s.tered.

“Um, I-I’m from the Student Council. It’sabout the cultural festival.”

He wanted to get this over with as quicklyas possible, so he handed her the form and explained how to fill it out.

He glanced inside the room and found it hadbeen remade into their personal studio. It did not look at all like part of aschool. They had brought a sofa and table in and “Silvia” was written on thewall with laminate letters. That may have been their band name.

The band had 4 members including the onethat had answered the door. They must have been a group of gals because 3 ofthem had skin tanned at a salon and bleached, wavy hair. There were some slightdifferences in their fashion, such as wearing a scarf and knit hat despite theheat or having a tear sticker next to just one eye.

Mutsuki’s eyes naturally turned toward thelast one: a less stylish girl sitting quietly in the back.

“…Fujita-kun?”

“Eh? Oh, Niki-san.”

He realized she was a cla.s.smate.

It was Niki Hozumi from his cla.s.s. He recalledthat she was playing in a band for the cultural festival. This seemed to bethat band.

“Eh? What’s this? Is he a friend of yours,Nikki?”

“Is he your boyfriend? Well, is he? C’mere,you.”

The other 3 grew excited and pulled himinside.

They had him sit on the sofa and then twoof them sat on either side of him. The club president sat across the table fromhim.

“Hm, you’re pretty cute. So, Nikki, is thisthe Satowa boy you were talking about?”

“N-no. This is, um, Fujita-kun.”

The other three were uppercla.s.smen, so evenstrong-willed Hozumi grew obedient here.

Mutsuki froze up at the sudden turn ofevents.

The three older girls seemed to subscribeto the idea that a friend of a friend was a friend because they grew overlyfamiliar. Most notably, they moved quite close. They brought their faces inclose, while ignoring how their b.o.o.bs and thighs pressed against him.

“I’m jealous, Nikki. We don’t have any guysthis cute in our cla.s.s.”

“Na ha ha. He’s blushing. I like this kid. He’sjust my type.”

“Um, um…”

Trapped between them, Mutsuki had no ideawhat to do.

Sitting in the seat across from him, theclub president suggestively sucked a lollipop with her thick lips as she casuallyread through the form. He had to stick around until she understood it.

(N-not so close. Your b.o.o.bs are touchingme… Niki-san, help me, Niki-saaan.)

He sought Hozumi’s help, but as theundercla.s.sman of the club, she only smiled bitterly.

All in all, the high school gals molestedhim for 15 minutes.

It was 30 minutes after that when Mutsukitrudged back to the Student Council Room.

Just as he had feared, he had run acrosspeople with spiky hair and lots of makeup, but he had fortunately found them tobe normal people when he spoke with them. From there, the explanations had gonesmoothly.

That said, he was still exhausted when heleft the Music Building.

(Personal clothing and piercings… Hard tobelieve they’re from the same school.)

Mutsuki was in a bit of a daze.

The members of Silvia in the first room hadleft the strongest impression.

He had no prejudices against black gals.Even if hers was natural, he had a roommate with the same color of skin.

But it embarra.s.sed him when they approachedhim so unreservedly.

The band members were Nikki (i.e. NikiHozumi), Mami, Amu, and Teruyo. (The others had not told him their real names.)They were searching for a male vocalist for the cultural festival and theywanted Lucia. After hearing Mutsuki was friends with him, they had asked him tohelp convince Lucia.

…Did that mean he would meet them again?

While hoping “Nikki” would get the otherthree to give up, he entered the main building.

“…”

But despite the trouble he had with them,his skin felt like it was on fire.

They were hot. And even if they had notbeen, having 3 girls pressing up against him would do that.

Plus, the dark skin of those black gals playeda role.

A brown-skinned young woman had forciblytaken his virginity and he had slept with her as her lover many times since then.

“Ahh…”

A sharp sensation ran through his lowerbody and simply walking caused him to bend over.

He had hid it by positioning it in hispants, but his d.i.c.k had been rock hard ever since visiting that room. He was inpublic, but he had trouble walking like this.

It was due to having those tanned girlsclinging to him.

That had reminded him of thatl.u.s.t-inspiring woman with the same color of skin.

But Micha was not the only one he remembered.

He also thought of that girl he had met in hisdream…

“I’m back.”

“Uwah!? Fujita Mutsuki, wait just a second…”

“Eh? …Wah!”

He had been in such a daze that he had forgottento knock before opening the door.

As usual, Ren was the only one in the StudentCouncil Room. And the two of them froze in place at this unexpected situation.

She had been changing into her gym clothes.She must have been in a hurry because she had fully removed her uniform before puttingon the gym clothes. And in the instant before that second step…

“Sorry!”

He quickly shut the door.

“…”

Afterwards, he froze, forgetting to evenlet go of the doork.n.o.b.

(I…saw it.)

His mind went blank.

She had still had her skirt on and her backhad been turned, so he had only seen how slender her waist was, but he hadstill seen her “while she was changing”. His face grew warm.

And as he remained frozen there…

“Y-you can come in now.”

“Ahhh.”

Ren finally opened the door from her side.Since he was still holding the k.n.o.b, he stumbled forward.

“Sorry,” he said in a nearly inaudible voiceas he walked in.

“I don’t mind. That was my responsibilityfor being so negligent.”

The girl cleared her throat and tried todistract him from the fact that her face was even redder than his.

She then held the chest of her shirt.

“…Did you see?”

She wrinkled her brow in a look ofembarra.s.sment.

“N-no! I didn’t. Um, o-only your back.”

He could not claim he had not seen her changing,but when he realized she was talking about her chest – the one part of her fitbody that was sensually swollen – he quickly shook his head.

The way she held her fingers against herbeautiful bust line caused them to sink down, showing just how soft the moundsinside her shirt were.

He had only seen her back, so he really hadnot seen them. The boy blushed and denied it, and the girl must have decided hewas telling the truth because she breathed a sigh of relief.

“Oh, Senpai. Your skin…”

“Mh? Oh, I forgot.”

After taking a breath, she too noticed whatwas wrong.

Her skin color and her hair color hadchanged. Her skin had become an almost sticky white reminiscent of milk. Herhair changed from a pale brown to a bright blonde.

Her Asian body became a white body.

“My Illusion Springloaded was switched off.…Is this better?

She seemed to manipulate something and thenher skin and hair returned to their normal color.

Mutsuki was taken aback, but he soonrealized what this was.

“Oh, right. You’re actually British, aren’tyou?”

“Yes. The founder of the family is said tohave been French, but my Baran family has accompanied the history of GreatBritain for generations.”

She and his homeroom teacher Katsue Subaruwere both white, but they wore disguises to blend in while living in j.a.pan.

“How do you change your skin color?”

He asked the question he had wondered since learning Subaru’s ident.i.ty.

“Nanomachines known as IllusionSpringloaded. By rubbing them on my skin, they change the light reflection rateto alter the apparent pigmentation.”

“Oh?”

He did not entirely understand the concept,but he understood it as mechanical makeup.

“So it doesn’t actually change your skincolor.”

“No. Not even FeTUS has the technology to easily alter your melanin.”

“I see.”

That was surprising. He had seen a lot ofFeTUS technology, but it had all seemed like magic and he had felt like theycould do anything.

“Hee hee. There’s no helping that. Witchesare no more than witches. We aren’t as all-powerful as the frightened ma.s.sesthink.” Ren smiled in self-deprecation. “At the very least, demons are far moreall-powerful when it comes to body alterations.”

“…”

That reminded him of the fact that Lucia,the only demon he knew, could easily change his skin color.

And even turn into a brown-skinned girl…

“Okay, Fujita Mutsuki. About your next job.”

“Oh, yes.”

“It concerns your cla.s.s.”

Mutsuki had completely forgotten, but hiscla.s.s still had not decided who would play the lead in the traffic safety play.So it was his job to ask about that.

Backdrops and plywood had been left out inthe hall, so things were feeling a lot more like the cultural festival as hewalked to his cla.s.sroom.

Had they decided on a lead yet?

Machina seemed willing to do it if theyasked, but he wanted to avoid that if possible. Wearing the backpackaccentuated her b.r.e.a.s.t.s far more than necessary and he wanted a personalmonopoly on them.

Ange had refused, but he felt she would beperfect for the role.

And just as he prepared to open the door…

“Ohhhhhhhh!!”

He heard a cheer from inside.

It was his cla.s.sroom, so he walked in likenormal. They seemed to be discussing things again today, so Cla.s.s Rep Sakaestood up at the lectern.

“What is it, Mutsuki?”

“Well, the Student Council wants to know if you’ve decided on a lead for theplay.”

“Nice timing! We just found our lead. Noone in history has ever been more perfect for a role.”

For some reason, every eye in the cla.s.s wassparkling.

Puzzled, he turned to see where they werelooking. Fortunately, it did not seem to be Machina. She was simply looking outthe window. But it was not Ange either. She was resting her head in her handand looking the other way.

Everyone was looking to the seat next tohers.

“Ha ha♪ You arrived just intime, Mutsuki-kun.”

The lolita-style dress costume flutteredaround…a boy.

“Well, Mutsuki? Does it look good on me?”

“…Wow.”

Mutsuki found himself joining the cla.s.s’sexcitement.

Lucia happily spun around and hopped,causing the skirt to flutter around him. Once he noticed Mutsuki, he ran over.

“Boom. Do you like the clothes? Hee heehee. Cute, right?”

“…Y-yeah.”

The boy dove into his arms like that washis usual spot, so Mutsuki accepted him despite feeling shaken.

Mutsuki could only agree with the a.s.sessmentof “cute”.

He was cute. Incredibly so.

The simple dress was a plain purple withblack frills and ribbons and the demon boy wore a white blouse and kneesockswith it. The dress showed off the nice material without drawing too muchattention. Lucia was as adorable as any girl, so he may indeed have been aperfect match.

A dark headdress accentuated his eyes, amplifyinghis bewitching allure in addition to his cuteness. This was enough for a stirto run through the cla.s.s. More than 70% of the boys frowned at the inappropriatefeelings they had despite knowing Lucia was a boy.

“I don’t think anyone is going to complainabout this. Okay, Satowa, will you play the lead?”

“Sure, I’m fine with that❤”

Confident he could charm anyone in the cla.s.s,Lucia elegantly brushed back his hair.

And seeing that…

“…”

Mutsuki felt a stirring in his erectionthat had finally started to fade.

He shifted a bit to the side so hiscla.s.smates would not notice, but…

“Hm? Oh…”

Lucia noticed.

When he felt Mutsuki’s body tense up, hegave a mischievous grin.

“Mutsuki-kun, you’re in charge of reportingback, aren’t you? Let’s go. We need to go tell the Student Council.”

“Eh? Ah, ah, wait…”

Lucia ran from the cla.s.sroom while tuggingon Mutsuki’s hand.

There was no real need for Lucia to go…but Mutsukicould not fight it and went along with it.

Lucia had said they were going to theStudent Council Room, but they arrived at a nearby locker room instead.

Mutsuki had already guessed why Lucia haddragged him away, but he was still surprised. Nevertheless, Lucia swiftlylocked the sliding door.

“L-Lucia-kun, um…ahp.”

His lips were sealed before he could sayanything.

Lucia pecked at his lips like a small birdwould its food and he pressed his entire body against the other boy. Their hipsb.u.mped together and Lucia pressed his hipbone against the erection he had knownwas there.

“Neh heh heh❤ What’s this about, Mutsuki-kun? What’s got you so hard?”

He kept his lips only a few millimetersaway, wrapped his arms around Mutsuki’s neck, and whispered to him.

“Did this outfit turn you on? …Well, I wishthat’s what this was, but it feels like you were pretty h.o.r.n.y before getting tothe cla.s.sroom. Did something happen with that president?”

“N-no. Nothing.”

He had actually accidentally seen her changing,but this obstinate b.o.n.e.r was from earlier than that.

And it was technically not that anything inparticular had happened.

“You’re pent up, aren’t you?❤”

“…”

Lucia’s voice was dripping with confidence.

And he was right.

Part of it was seeing Lucia’s skirtfluttered up around him and the fact that Lucia was so cute that Mutsuki justwanted to hug him.

Part of it was seeing his uppercla.s.sman’sbare back.

Part of it was the physical contact ofthose older gals.

But the fundamental problem was his lack ofs.e.xual release recently.

He had not been able to go all the way withMachina three days before and he had not been with any other girl for the pastfew days. Micha was obsessed with her motorcycle and Ange was never home atnight. He could not meet Machina or Schwarze so easily.

Not only was he the type who could do itseveral times in a single day, but he had been so thoroughly fulfilled over thepast few months that he was feeling quite s.e.xually frustrated now.

However, he was not in the habit of doingit himself and he had needed to get to sleep early recently.

“Hee hee. If you had just told me, we could’vedone it at any time♪”

After seeing through it right away, thedemon boy gave a bewitching smile.

Mutsuki was instantly charmed. After theincident three days ago, he was a little worried that someone might see if theydid it at school, but the little demon’s charm was too powerful to ignore.

Lucia simply grinned with their noses closeenough to touch.

He seemed to know exactly what decisionMutsuki would make.

“…”

Mutsuki bit his lower lip…

“…Nn.”

“Ha ha❤”

And just as the demon boy had predicted, hewent for the kiss.

“Nn, nn…c’mon, you’re a little too eager.”

“Ahp…hahh. That’s because you’re such agood kisser, Lucia-kun…”

The two of them exchanged a kiss so heated thelocker room air grew damp from their breaths.

Their lips were locked together and wouldnot separate. It was such a deep kiss that their cheeks touched. Their pinktongues were occasionally visible through the gap, proving that their tongueswere exchanging an intimate embrace within.

“Hee hee❤ Oh, Mutsuki-kun. You love me so much, but you always reject me thefirst time.”

“Th-that’s because you’re…”

A boy.

He started to say it and that made himfocus on the fact that he was currently making out with another boy.

He had succ.u.mbed to the cute demon’stemptation a few times before and he no longer felt much resistance, but thesense of guilt was still great.

He started to pull his tongue back, but…

“Ahn♪ No, no. Don’t stop.”

Lucia must have predicted that because heimmediately guided Mutsuki over.

He sat Mutsuki down on a nearby bench and straddledthe boy’s lap. He placed his hips directly above the obvious tent in Mutsuki’spants.

He placed his p.e.n.i.s directly above Mutsuki’sp.e.n.i.s.

“But I’m a girl right now, okay?”

The boy smiled provocatively while obviouslypressing his manhood against the other boy.

Did he want Mutsuki to think he was a boyor a girl? It was impossible to tell, but…

(Oh…I get it. He’s a girl.)

The hard sensation rubbing against hisstiff rod was enough to inspire l.u.s.t in Mutsuki.

(Even with a d.i.c.k…he’s still a girl.)

With a sticky sound of saliva, he stuck histongue back in the boy’s mouth.

“Ahn, ahahn.”

“There’s a sweet smell…in your mouth,Lucia-kun.”

“Ha ha. I had grapes with lunch…ah,Mutsuki-kun, your tongue is too wild.”

He stuck his sticky, saliva-coated tonguealmost into Lucia’s throat and screwed it around. Lucia could not help but wrinklehis brow in longing.

The corners of his eyes heated up, his eyesgrew damp, and the light of reason in them faded. This added a seductives.e.xuality to his already cute face…

“Nn…swallow my saliva.”

“Okay…pwah…gulp❤ Gulp❤ …Ahh, delicious❤”

At some point, Mutsuki had become theactive kisser.

The demon looked satisfied as he swallowedthe boy’s saliva. Lucia’s seduction was truly skilled. More than just work upMutsuki’s l.u.s.t, he also stimulated by boy’s aggressive side by creatingsituations that played to Lucia’s own masochism.

Mutsuki of course realized he was beingseduced, but he did not grow wary.

There was enough trust and love betweenthem to enjoy things no matter which side took the lead. Mutsuki decided to doit the way Lucia liked, so he strongly embraced the small body sitting on hislap.

“You’re a good kisser, Lucia-kun…but you’realso weak to it.”

“Ahh, amhh, that’s…that’s because you’rethe one kissing me, Mutsuki-kun.”

“…Your nipples are erect.”

“Ahn❤”

While embracing him, he also brought hishands to his chest.

As a boy, Lucia’s chest had little femininesoftness, but it had more springy resilience instead.

Mutsuki wildly groped him. The frilly dressdulled the sensations, but he groped him hard enough to feel the stiff nipples.

“Nn, ah, nhh, ahh, Mutsuki-kun, that’s alittle hard on the chest.”

“That’s on purpose. …You’re so cute,Lucia-kun.”

“Ahh…w-wow. Hhhn, my body…my body ismelting from the chest…❤”

Mutsuki normally took a fair bit of convincingbefore he got going, but he was almost forceful today. Being the target of thatpent-up l.u.s.t must have stimulated his masochism because Lucia happily stuck outhis chest.

“Ah, ah, that’s…amazing. Now you’re…twistingmy nipples?”

Mutsuki tormented the nicely resilientchest.

Lucia was not accustomed to this level ofattack, so he could not help but cry out. Mutsuki’s fingers dug in fast andslow, strong and weak, and he pressed his entire palm into the demon’s chest. Lucialoved the accent provided by occasionally pinching and pulling on his nipples.

“M-Mutsuki-kun…ah, you’re too good, nn, atteasing my nipples…ahhhn❤”

He was testing all of the experience he hadbuilt up with a variety of girls. He was too experienced for Lucia who was notaccustomed to this kind of stimulation.

Lucia naturally twisted around to escape…andended up with his back to Mutsuki.

The boy did not hesitate to reach below thedemon’s arms and continue his attack on that flat chest. In fact…

“What’s wrong, Lucia-kun? Aren’t you going tokiss me?”

“Ahh. Wah, ah…ah~~”

It was hard to kiss him while his back wasturned, so in lieu of protest, Mutsuki pinched and pulled his nipples.

Mutsuki’s lonely lips and tongue stickilytoyed with Lucia’s adorable cheek, chin, and earlobe.

Lucia blushed and writhed with his feetkicking at the floor.

But even as the coquettish demon reactedlike a small animal…

“Nn, oh, c’mon, Mutsuki-kun…”

“Phew…”

“You need to enjoy this more than me.”

With his back still turned, Lucia stuck outhis hips.

His b.u.t.t was thicker and thus moreresilient than his chest and it b.u.mped into Mutsuki’s erection through hispants.

“C’mon, how about this? Does my b.u.t.t feelgood?’

“Y-yeah…it’s so soft and amazingly s.e.xy.”

Lucia pushed his b.u.t.t against him evenmore.

Each time his skirt waved back and forth,solid flesh collided with and squished against soft flesh. The harder onepushed at the other and the tip sank into the crack.

“Ha ha♪ Your c.o.c.k isalready rock hard… Ahn, nn, ah ha ha❤ Your c.o.c.k isrubbing at my b.u.t.t.”

Even with the pants and skirt in the way, atremor ran through Lucia’s slender body as he felt the heat rub against hissensitive flesh.

He narrowed his eyes in ecstasy and looked backover his shoulder.

“Enjoy my body even more❤”

He wiggled his hips seductively.

Mutsuki’s breathing grew heavy as thepleasure reached his p.e.n.i.s.

“Yes…I’ll take every last part of yourbody, Lucia-kun. After all…”

He embraced that small body and took the lipsonce more.

(…Lucya is a girl.)

“Eh?”

“Hm?”

He muttered something while their lips werelocked, so Lucia tilted his head.

Mutsuki had not intended to say anything,so he tilted his head back. The two remained confused for a moment, but then…

“Ahm…”

They returned to a kiss even stickier thanbefore.

“…Ah❤”

Mutsuki stuck his sweaty hands inside Lucia’sskirt.

Lucia’s eyebrows twitched when he felt thosehands reach a risqué zone.

“Lucia-kun, you weren’t wearing anyunderwear?”

“Eh heh heh.”

“Even back in the cla.s.sroom?”

“When I put on this dress, I had alreadydecided I would have you f.u.c.k me in it.”

Lucia bent over and stuck his b.u.t.t outtoward Mutsuki. The short skirt had been hiked up dangerously high.

Plus, Mutsuki had already stuck his handsinside.

“Ahh, hhhhn… M-Mutsuki-kun, don’t grope myb.u.t.t so much.”

Mutsuki’s fingers dug into his smooth b.u.t.t.

Mutsuki tended not to be very aggressive dueto the guilt of h.o.m.os.e.xuality, but today he was much more forceful. He wasrough even if you took the demon’s temptation into account.

Had his last shred of reason snapped becauseLucia was dressed like a girl? Was it thanks to his full-to-bursting spermtanks? Whatever the case, he groped that b.u.t.t strong enough to leave marks on thewhite skin. He pressed his middle finger against the center slit and stimulatedthe sensitive skin there.

“Lucia-kun, your a.s.s is as soft as a girl’s.”

“A-ahhn.”

He also poked at the perineum leadingforward from Lucia’s b.u.t.t.

It was a little darker than the brightwhite thighs and hips and it formed a bit of a puffy embankment. The red line runningdown the bottom of his p.e.n.i.s ran down the center of it. It looked like a girl’swith the slit closed up.

It was a little hard at the base of hisp.e.n.i.s. Thinking it might get softer, Mutsuki thoroughly ma.s.saged it.

“Ahn, ahhhh, no, nooo. Not deep in myb.a.l.l.s. I can feel it in my d.i.c.k.”

Mutsuki attacked the bottom of his crotchwith his four fingers while leaving his thumb on the b.u.t.t.

Pressing on his swollen a.n.u.s made it feellike a coa.r.s.e brush was stroking the inside of his body.

Lucia shuddered at the m.a.s.o.c.h.i.s.tically eroticsensation.

As Lucia’s reaction grew, his legs turned abit inward and trembled. He took deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself,but each breath constricted the sphincter and lifted up the ring-shaped a.n.u.s tokiss Mutsuki’s thumb.

“You have such a lewd reaction toeverything, Lucia-kun.”

That feminine boy reacted more cutely than anygirl when he was stimulated like a girl.

Aroused by this, Mutsuki once more embracedthat body with its male animal l.u.s.t exposed.

He expanded the sensitive hole with histhumb and reached forward with his other hand.

“Ahhhhhn.”

He grabbed the swollen male organ.

After Mutsuki so thoroughly stimulated Luciafrom the other side, the p.e.n.i.s was so erect that the shape of the head was clearlyvisible even through the foreskin. The stickiness seeping from the tip got onMutsuki’s hand.

“It’s gotten so big… You’re about to c.u.m,aren’t you?”

“Ah, ahn. Yes…yes, I am. My b.u.t.t feels sohot and my d.i.c.k is about to explode.”

With his weak point in the other boy’shand, the sensuality from the front and back put a look of bliss on Lucia’s face.

The s.e.xual perversion of the crossdressingboy influenced not just the boy watching him, but the boy himself. He felt thepleasure of having his p.e.n.i.s toyed with and the sensuality of having his softhole fingered.

The male and female pleasure mixed togetherinside him.

“Time to pull back the foreskin.”

“Okay…b-be gentle.”

When Mutsuki formed a ring with his fingersand grabbed the p.e.n.i.s, Lucia’s melted expression tensed up a bit.

Mutsuki had fallen into the depths ofh.o.m.os.e.xuality with this demon boy a few times before, so he knew Lucia fearedhaving the tip exposed. And as a fellow boy, he understood why.

He kissed Lucia’s ear to tell him it wouldbe okay and then he slowly puled the swollen foreskin down.

It naturally peeled away and revealed thered tip within.

“Ahhh…”

The only thing hiding it now was thewell-ventilated skirt. The exposed skin was as sensitive as a small child’s, sohis hips trembled when the air reached it.

Flipping up the skirt caused a raw smell tomix in with the demon boy’s sweat.

That masculine smell reminded Mutsuki thatthis was a fellow boy in his hands.

Dressed in an adorable gothic lolita outfitand with a slight look of fear in his eyes, the boy was probably cuter thananyone else in the world.

Mutsuki was now driven on by the immoral arousalmore than he was stopped by the idea of h.o.m.os.e.xuality.

“You’re so hard. What should I do? Get youoff once?’

Mutsuki stroked his fingers along the sensitivea.n.u.s and started stroking the stiff flesh by pushing the foreskin up andpulling back down again.

“Ah, ah, nooo, don’t squeeze my d.i.c.k all ofa sudden. My milk will come out.”

The impolite caress easily produced pleasurewithin the m.a.s.o.c.h.i.s.tic demon.

The sweaty smell on his b.u.t.t seemed to fillall living beings with s.e.xual urges. The crossdressing boy bent his arms andlegs as a raw male scent came from his front side.

“…”

Mutsuki viewed the skirt in front of himand was once more charmed by the mystical beauty of the demon boy.

What would someone think if they walked innow and saw them? Most likely, they would think a pure young girl was being teasedby a friend her age.

If they pulled up the back of the skirt andsaw the a.n.u.s happily accepting the thumb in the center of that cute b.u.t.t, theymight have to remove the “pure” part, but they would still see Lucia as a cutegirl.

And yet on the other side, his male flesh wasaimed upwards like a barometer that pointed toward ecstasy. And yet he wassquirting out smelly prec.u.m in his desire to release his proof of maleness assoon as possible.

Mutsuki was once more reminded just howperverted this was.

“Ahhhh❤ Mutsuki-kun,Mutsuki-kun, I can’t…I can’t last any longer❤ My d.i.c.k is about to explode. It’s about to explode and shoot milk everywhere❤”

Lucia’s legs trembled and he could barelystand.

Mutsuki’s hand on him could feel thethrobbing as he approached e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n, so Mutsuki’s cheeks bent upwards.

“…No, not your d.i.c.k.”

“Eh…?”

“You’re a girl right now, Lucia-kun. So it’snot your d.i.c.k. What would you call it?”

“Ah… …M-my c.l.i.t. My c.l.i.toris. Ahhh, myc.l.i.toris is about to explode.”

Playing along with that dirty game seemedto drive Lucia even closer to climax. He finally collapsed on the spot.

Meanwhile, Mutsuki’s male side was furtheraroused by turning that perverted cute boy into a “girl”. His erection hurtbeing restrained in his pants.

“…Lucia-kun.”

“Ha ha…❤”

He unzipped and pulled down his pants,revealing his to be just as wet with prec.u.m as Lucia’s.

“Mutsuki-kun…that’s amazing. Your smell iseven stronger than usual❤”

The demon gulped at the appearance of thegiant object which was swollen from tip to base. He wa

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