The alarm buzzed, pulling me out of sleep. I reached for my phone on the nightstand, squinting against the glow of the screen.

A new message from Kotoha.

I tapped it open.

The picture filled the screen. Kotoha in the bathroom, completely naked, her thighs spread wide.

One hand pulled at her pussy lips, the other spreading her ass.

[Your inspection for the day. I just cleaned it.]

My cock twitched instantly, but then I saw the bruising. The tight ring of her asshole was swollen, flushed dark from how much I’d used it yesterday.

I felt a pang of guilt, I’d have to make it up to her later. I had pushed her too far yesterday.

The memory played vividly in my head.

Her moans, her smile, her toned body in the lingerie set. Kotoha was way too erotic yesterday.

My thumb hovered over the keyboard.

What should I even say? Praise her for being obedient? Or admit I felt bad for using her asshole like that?

Before I could type anything, another text popped up.

[It still hurts… but I wanted you to see.]

Since she said something like that, I’ll jerk off to this picture without guilt.

When I went to pick her up in my car, she was pouting cutely as I opened the door for her.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” She tugged my sleeve.

“Good morning, Kotoha.”

“Good morning, Souta-kun. It’s a bit embarrassing to send a picture and be left on read.”

“I’m sorry. I wanted to apologize in person.”

“Apologize? Why?” Kotoha tilted her head curiously.

“I’m sorry, I went too far. Does it hurt?”

“Ah! Hehe… so you’re apologizing for that? I don’t really mind… since it was Souta-kun. It doesn’t really hurt, just a bit sore.”

“Still, I apologize.”

“Was I tempting?”

“…Very.”

“Hehe~ Hearing that is enough to make me happy.”

Kotoha took my hand and placed it on her cheek. Kotoha was really too nice to me.

“But… do you want to see..?”

“I’ll wait until it’s completely healed first.”

“I cleaned it just for Souta-kun, you know…”

“Golden Week starts this weekend. Let’s do a lot of dirty things then, alright?”

“Okay!~”

From this interaction, I realized. The picture she sent me this morning was to tempt me, wasn’t it? Kotoha was truly a lewd girl.

The lunch bell rang, and I made my way to the rooftop.

By now, all the cherry blossoms were gone.

Kotoha was already there, sitting on the bench with her lunch in her lap. Normally she’d wave and call me over with that bright smile of hers. Today she only glanced up, then quickly looked away.

That was unusual.

Did her ass start hurting more? Is she mad at me now? She wasn’t mad this morning but girls are unpredictable. I couldn’t be sure.

I sat down beside her and unwrapped my chopsticks. She picked at her food, nibbling at the corner of her rice ball like a rabbit. Not a word.

“…What’s wrong?” I asked.

Her shoulders twitched. “Nothing.”

A weak answer. Her voice was flat, and her eyes stayed down. She wasn’t sick, I could tell that much. Something else had happened.

I leaned in closer. “Don’t lie. Tell me.”

Her lips pressed tight. A long pause. Finally, she whispered.

“My presentation…”

Ah. That explained it.

“Didn’t go well?”

She shook her head quickly, cheeks puffing.

“I messed up. I stumbled, and… and I think everyone laughed at me…”

I almost laughed too, but I held it back. The way she sulked was too cute.

“So that’s it? I thought it was something serious.”

“It was serious! I was so nervous I couldn’t breathe…”

I sighed and reached out, patting her head once.

“Then we’ll practice. After school. At my place.”

Her eyes widened. “E-eh?”

“Don’t worry. I’ll help you practice. You’ll get used to it.”

She fidgeted with her chopsticks, face glowing red. But after a moment, she gave a tiny nod.

After school, I went grocery shopping with Hikari first before going back to school to pickup Kotoha.

We sat in my room, the late afternoon sun slanting through the curtains. Kotoha stood awkwardly in front of my desk, clutching a notebook to her chest.

“This is so embarrassing…”

“Pretend I’m your class. Go on.”

Her lips pressed tight again, but she took a deep breath and began. Her voice wavered at first, trembling and uneven. She kept glancing at me, cheeks burning hotter with every word.

I crossed my arms, staying quiet.

She was always so confident when she was with me. I didn’t think she had public speaking anxiety. It was cute.

Little by little, she pushed through her sentences. When she finally reached the end, she let out a huge breath and slumped over, face buried in her notes.

“…Awful…”

“Not bad. You looked cute.”

“Souta-kun!”

“Just kidding. But I think it’s a lot better already. You just needed some practice.”

“You think so..?”

“Yeah. I don’t think anyone is laughing at you. It’s more of the collective sense that they understand what you’re going through. When you see someone struggling, don’t you want to cheer them on?”

“When you put it like that…”

“It’s a lot better, right?”

“Thank you, Souta-kun.”

“Should we take a break? I’ll get some refreshments, what do you want?”

“Then… orange juice.”

When I came back opened the door, the first thing I saw was Kotoha frozen in front of my closet.

In her hands was one of the boxes I kept hidden. Her eyes were wide, her cheeks scarlet, and the way she held it told me she’d been caught red-handed.

“…What are you doing?” I asked.

She flinched, nearly dropping it.

“I—I was just… curious…”

I set the drinks on my desk and walked closer. She couldn’t meet my eyes, clutching the toy against her chest like it was contraband.

“You really can’t sit still for a minute, huh?”

“…I’m sorry. I just… wanted to see.”

“So? Anything caught your eye?”

My words seemed to make her more comfortable.

“Souta-kun, what is this?”

She pointed to the milking machine in the closet.

I struggled to contain my laughter.

Kotoha-chan, that’s for your mother, not for you. But Kotoha seemed to misunderstand.

“…Is that for my breasts..?”

“I got the wrong size, it’s not going to fit you.”

“…Oh… I think you can keep it.”

“Are you interested?”

“Mhm. I’m still growing, so I think it’ll fit me later.”

Kotoha was just too adorable. What am I going to do if you’re this cute?