The color scheme of Mochizuki's outfit was the same red and black combo as her oversized ribbon, but my eyes kept getting dragged down—drawn in, really—by the dangerously short pleated skirt she's paired it with.

That skirt was sitting high on her waist like all the trendy college girls do. A classic "I'm totally innocent but know exactly what I'm doing" vibe.

But then…

Those legs.

Those damn legs.

Wrapped tightly in jet-black pantyhose, every inch clinging to her full, toned thighs like they were painted on. And when those curves swell out into the round, gravity-defying shape of her hips and rear—

Whoa.

I nearly failed my perception check.

The uniform itself was clearly a little snug around her body, but… let's be real. That's not a design flaw. That's a Mochizuki Haruka problem. Her body just doesn't believe in modesty.

I cleared my throat, trying not to look directly at the suspiciously bouncy hemline. "It suits Mochizuki-san really well. You look just like an ordinary college girl."

"Eh?" Mochizuki-san tilted her head up at me like a curious squirrel. Her sparkling eyes catch mine.

"But," I paused, letting the tension build, "there's one big difference."

"Ooh, what difference~?"

She leaned forward like she was expecting a punchline.

"If there's a difference… it's that you way prettier than the average college girl."

Boom.

Critical hit.

Mochizuki-san ducked her head, smiling with an adorable blush spreading across her cheeks.

"A-Ahaha… thank you, Ginjō-san…"

God, that look. So damn cute. Why does she act so bashful when she knows exactly what she's doing in that outfit?

"Alright, let's go, Ginjō-san," she said with a peppy clap of her hands.

"Go where?"

"Dunno~ we'll just stroll around."

"A random walk?"

"Yes! Like… a proper student date!"

Mochizuki-san beamed like a girl living out her long-forgotten youth.

---

We ended up on a train headed to Ikebukuro.

By the time we arrived, the lunchtime grumble had fully activated, so we ducked into a sandwich shop inside the station.

Not the fancy kind—just a casual chain swarming with students. Kind of nostalgic, actually.

"Wow~ I haven't been to a place like this in ages," Mochizuki-san whispered as she looked around.

Her eyes lit up like a kid at a summer festival.

It made sense. OLs like her probably don't eat cheap sandwiches for lunch anymore. The customers were mostly college students, and for once, I didn't stand out.

We ordered a cute couple set and—surprisingly—she insisted on going Dutch. Mochizuki-san seems to take the "equal footing" thing seriously.

I respect it. But I also kinda wish she'd let me play the "reliable senpai" role just once…

We sat at a window seat, sunlight spilling in over her glossy hair. She was already digging in like a hungry puppy.

"Mmm~ This sandwich is so good!"

"Oh! That hot dog looks amazing too…"

She picked up the hot dog—no, skewers it delicately—and then raised it to her lips.

Okay.

Now we're entering dangerous territory.

Her soft mouth wrapped around the tip, slowly taking it in. Her tongue flicked over it instinctively, and just as she closed her lips for a bite—

chomp

Juice spurted out.

"H-HOT!"

Mochizuki-san yelped, quickly pulling the hot dog out of her mouth and fanning the air in front of her face with both hands like a frantic anime heroine.

"Careful," I said, trying to keep a straight face. "You're not good with hot stuff, huh?"

"Y-Yeah… I've always had a really sensitive tongue…" she panted, cheeks flushed, as she gulped down her drink.

S-sensitive tongue, huh…

Nope. Don't go there. Bad brain.

Still, the way she suckled on that hot dog just now… was that really an accident? Or a subconscious peek at the real Mochizuki-san?

She caught her breath, then chuckled with a bashful smile.

"Maybe if I eat more hot dogs… I'll get used to it."

…Was that a double entendre?

I choke a little on my drink.

---

By the time we wrapped up our modest feast, it was already past two.

"Wanna go play?" I asked, glancing at the map on my phone.

"Play?"

"Yup. There's a ROUND 1 just a few blocks away."

"R-Round One?" Her eyes sparkled instantly.

Bingo.

We made our way out of the station, and before long, the massive ten-story entertainment complex loomed in front of us like a beacon of chaos.

"Uwaaah… So big…"

Mochizuki-san's jaw literally dropped. I could see her eyes bouncing around trying to take in all ten floors at once.

It's packed inside. Students on group dates. High schoolers in uniforms. Parents wrangling screaming kids. Pop music blaring, and the smell of fried food lingering in the air.

She practically skipped to the second floor counter, peering out over the vast game floor.

"This is amazing…"

"Is this your first time here, Mochizuki-san?"

She nodded shyly.

"Yeah… actually, this is my first time at any ROUND 1…"

Her voice trailed off a bit.

"To be honest… back in college, I didn't really have any friends to go with. I wanted to, though. I just never got the chance."

Her eyes met mine—wide and honest.

Whoa.

That hit deeper than I expected.

"You come here often, Ginjō-san?"

"Only a few times back in Hokkaido with classmates. This place in Tokyo is like three times the size, though."

She suddenly clinged to the sleeve of my school blazer.

"Then… will you teach me how to play today, Ginjō-san?"

I'm weak.

How the hell am I supposed to say no to that face?

A shy older girl in a dangerously cute outfit asking me to teach her how to enjoy her youth?

This wasn't a date anymore. This was a route flag.

--

If you want to read 10+ chapters, visit my pttttn.

pttttn.com/Hentai_kun