Chapter 4: Three Different Approaches

The period from Showa Day to Constitution Memorial Day includes three school days sandwiched between holidays, as the calendar transitions from April to May.

Students often refer to these three days as the “Devil’s Three Days,” and many dread them. This is the time when early symptoms of “May sickness” start to appear, and it’s also right after class reshuffles, meaning students are still adjusting to their new environments. On top of that, midterm exams are just around the corner after the break. For students, these days feel hopeless. Well, the main reason is probably because these are regular school days squeezed between two holidays, making school life feel even more tedious.

Lunch break. In front of the art room.

“Excuse me.”

I knock and then open the door to the art room. The room is filled with the slightly pungent smell of oil paint. By the window, Tsukasa Ono, or “Tsu-chan,” is sitting alone, facing a canvas.

“Sorry I’m late.”

“It’s fine, no big deal. I was the one who called you here anyway. Besides, I’m just waiting for the paint to dry, so I’ve got time to spare.”

“You’re the one who said you’d teach me, after all.”

“Hehe, so you really wanted me to guide you that badly, huh?”

“Don’t get the wrong idea.”

“Boo, you’re no fun!”

“Anyway, jokes aside… we don’t have much time, so let’s get started.”

I take off my blazer and roll up the sleeves of my dress shirt. I grab a pencil from the nearby table and immediately focus on my sketchbook, ready to dive in.

However, Tsucchi, who’s supposed to be guiding me, seems distracted.

“Tsucchi?”

“Ah, no… it’s not like I was staring at you because you took off your blazer or anything, okay?”

“Sure.”

I brush it off and continue sketching the scenery.

Scratch, scratch, scribble, scribble.

The light sounds of pencils and erasers fill the art room. A world of black, white, and gray. As I work on my sketchbook, now covered in eraser shavings, I glance at Tsucchi sitting to my right.

“How’s this?”

“Pfft! Kei, your drawing is hilariously bad!”

Tsucchi bursts into laughter after looking at my landscape sketch.

“…That’s what I’ve been saying.”

“Haha, sorry, sorry. Honestly, bad drawings have more charm than perfect ones. With illustrations, it’s all about how you frame something within the canvas. The right angle can make a huge difference.”

“I see. That’s helpful.”

“Well, Sakurako-sensei really emphasizes the basics, so you should probably start by practicing with small objects around here.”

“Alright, I’ll follow your advice and start with some still-life sketches.”

“Wait, actually, let’s change the plan.”

Tsucchi grins mischievously, walks up behind me, and whispers in my ear.

“How about I model for you? N-U-D-E M-O-D-E-L.”

“Huh?”

“Come on, following your instincts leads to better art, right? Some people might not have talent as manga artists, but they’re amazing at drawing erotica. I even practiced by looking at erotic art. It helps you improve faster. Yeah.”

What is this girl talking about?

“I’m not trying to draw erotic art. I just want to improve enough so the teacher doesn’t single me out.”

“That’s why I’m offering to help you improve by modeling for you. In performance art, using nude models is pretty standard. It’s erotic, but it also has artistic value, so it’s the perfect subject. I can meet your needs, Kei.”

“Hmm…”

“Even though it’s just a part-time thing, you’re already a member of ‘Mellow,’ right? So you should deepen your understanding of art. If you reject my proposal, it’s like you don’t understand or respect what we’re doing.”

Tsucchi stares straight into my eyes.

She might have a point. I’m not a creator, but I am a member of the ‘Mellow’ circle. It would be disrespectful to help out without a deeper understanding of art.

I see. Tsucchi is using this “private lesson” as a way to encourage me to take my role more seriously. Alright, I’ll do it. I steel myself and grip my pencil.

“Alright, I’ll take you up on that offer, Tsucchi. It’s a bit embarrassing, but please model for me.”

“Huh?”

Wait, what?

“Fufu~ So you really want me to strip, huh? Kei, you’re such a pervert.”

“You’re the one who brought it up, right? Talking about artistic value and all that. Were you just teasing me?”

If that’s the case, that’s just mean.

“N-no, of course not! You idiot. Dummy.”

“R-right. I’m sorry for doubting you, even for a second.”

“D-don’t mock me! I’m a girl who can strip, you know.”

I’m not sure about that declaration, though.

Tsucchi turns her back to me and starts unbuttoning her blazer, then removes her blouse and skirt, leaving her in her underwear. Both top and bottom are white. The lace-trimmed, cute design of her panties is likely a thong, and her perfectly round buttocks are fully visible, like freshly peeled hard-boiled eggs.

It’s hard not to notice. My heart is pounding. Thump, thump, thump…

“…Hey, Kei. Is it okay if I keep my underwear on?”

“If you’re too embarrassed, you can keep your uniform on.”

That would make things easier for me too.

“No, I’ll take it off.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re being too considerate, and it’s annoying!”

“I don’t get it. You don’t have to force yourself.”

“Shut up! I said I’ll take it off, so I’ll take it off!”

Tsucchi yells in frustration as she unhooks her bra. Snap. A sound effect that fits perfectly as her breasts are freed from their confines.

Yeah. Size doesn’t matter.

Thump, thump. My heart is racing, and that’s proof enough.

I had almost forgotten, but Tsucchi is one of the three most beautiful girls in school, an idol-like figure. Getting a front-row seat to her stripping is like using up a lifetime’s worth of luck.

No, no… this is for the sake of improving my art. And to deepen my understanding of illustration.

Focus, focus.

I remind myself that this is part of the job and silently watch as Tsucchi reaches for her panties.

Scratch, scratch, scratch.

The sound of my pencil fills the quiet art room. Tsucchi covers her private parts with her arms, occasionally squirming and changing poses.

My hands are shaking. I always thought that seeing a beautiful girl like Tsucchi completely naked was something that only happened in manga or anime.

I’ve never been this nervous before. It feels like my brain is about to boil over.

I muster all my rationality to keep myself together.

“Uh, if you move around too much, it’s hard to draw…”

“Ugh, Kei, you’re too calm. I thought you’d be flustered seeing me naked…”

“Sigh.”

The joke’s on me. She really was just teasing me, wasn’t she?

I let out a light sigh.

It’s not like I’m calm. Really.

If I were calm, I would’ve refused the moment she suggested nude sketching.

Just imagine it.

Being in the school art room, sketching a fully nude classmate.

Just the thought is enough to make it a serious matter.

“…Ugh, it’s because I’m an A-cup, isn’t it? Because I’m flat, you’re not even flustered!”

Huh?”

“Come forth, Shenron! Grant me the fat that will make Kei eat his words!

“I’m saying size doesn’t matter! Everyone’s chest size is unique and one-of-a-kind, right?”

What am I even saying? My brain must be short-circuiting or something.

I tried to imply something like “there’s no hierarchy when it comes to breasts,” but…

“So you’re saying my chest is uniquely tiny, huh? Is that your way of mocking me?!”

It’s not getting through. I’m just self-destructing here.

“Nobody said anything like that.”

“Then why are you so calm about this, Kei?! Especially for a virgin!”

Tsukasa (Tsū-chan) fumes, steam practically rising from her head as she confronts me.

I’m momentarily overwhelmed but quickly retort.

“What does being a virgin have to do with this? You’re a virgin too, Tsū-chan.”

“…H-how can you just assume I’m a virgin?!”

“It’s obvious. From your pure reactions, I can tell you’re definitely a virgin. Sure, you dress like a gal, but you seem pretty innocent, Tsū-chan.”

“Ughhh…! And you’re just Kei, you jerk…!”

Tsukasa’s ears turn bright red as she bites her lip in frustration.

Seriously. She has no idea how I feel.

I grab my blazer from the chair and stand up, starting to walk away.

“W-what are you doing?”

Tsukasa eyes me warily.

“K-Kei… are you planning to do something rough to me…? B-be gentle, okay?”

“Of course I’m not going to do anything rough.”

I drape my blazer over Tsukasa’s shoulders.

“W-what’s this all of a sudden?”

“I just think we shouldn’t go any further than this.”

“W-what do you mean by that…?”

“Exactly what I said.”

“So… you’re saying I can’t be a model…?”

Tsukasa’s voice trembles. I shake my head to deny it.

“No, that’s not it. Not at all.”

“Then what do you mean?”

“…It’s just that I can’t draw any more. It’s too embarrassing. If you really think you can’t be a model, you’re seriously underestimating yourself.”

I mutter this while looking away.

“~~~…!”

That’s the final blow. Tsukasa slumps down onto the floor, completely defeated.

May 2nd. After school on the day before another long weekend begins.

“Okei-han, see you later, bye-bye-kin!”

“See you later, Kei.”

“Yeah, see you later.”

Waving my hand lightly at Tsukasa and Chikage as they left, I slowly walked down the creaky hallway with my bag in hand.

I was on my way to the library because Sakurako had asked me to help with organizing the bookshelves the other day. I left the main school building, which houses the regular classrooms, and headed toward the special classrooms building via the connecting hallway. This building contains the computer lab, art room, and audiovisual room.

The library where Sakurako was waiting is on the third floor of that separate building. Ah…

On the way, at the red vending machine in the connecting hallway that overlooks the sports field, I spotted Higashiyama-kun and Keage-san, the leaders of the popular group.

They didn’t notice me and were chatting loudly and happily, seemingly planning a trip somewhere during the long holiday.

“Definitely Lake Biwa for the second half of Golden Week, right?”

“Lake Biwa in May? Nah.”

“Ugh, I’m seriously aiming to hit triple digits this year, so I wanna wear a bikini and charm all the guys. Right, Rio?”

“Hey, Kokoa, are you done with that guy you were seeing?”

“That’s ancient history. He was terrible anyway.”

“Haha, that’s hilarious!”

…Oh boy.

Listening to this kind of conversation makes me feel like the second year of high school is such a fleeting, ephemeral time. It’s only May, and they’re already planning to go swimming, and the content of their conversation is a bit too risqué for teenagers.

I’m sure when we become adults, we won’t talk about things like this so openly.

Thinking such pointless thoughts, I tried to slip past the popular group. But then, Keage-san grabbed my arm.

“Hey, it’s Kyosaka-chan!”

“Uh, hi.”

“What are you up to?”

“Ah, well, I have something to do in the library…”

For a moment, I felt the urge to run away, but she’s one of the top girls in the second-year social hierarchy. I couldn’t be rude.

“Sorry, I’m in a hurry… haha.”

So I forced a smile and answered like that.

“Aww, you’re so cold. But that’s kinda cute, too.”

Keage-san, or Keage Kokoa.

She has a healthy, sun-kissed complexion and golden highlights in her black hair. Her skirt, which skirts the edge of the school dress code, and the glimpse of her sexy thighs are enough to make any guy’s heart skip a beat.

The necklace around her neck is stylish, but what really catches your eye is her ample chest. She’s probably an F-cup or bigger.

She’s a different type of gal compared to Tsukasa, and rumor has it she’s been with nearly a hundred guys. Lately, for some reason, she’s taken an interest in me and often talks to me like this… but honestly, I’m not a fan of Keage-san.

The reason is simple: she scares me.

It’s not her sharp eyes or her intimidating attitude that bothers me… but something about the way her reptilian-like eyes seem to see me as prey makes me really uncomfortable.

Well, I guess I’m just a coward!

“Hey, Kokoa, just leave Kyosaka alone.”

“Eh, why? Kyosaka-chan is super cute!”

“Uh, I’m in a hurry, so I’ll get going.”

“Alright, let’s hang out sometime, okay?”

“Ah, yeah, if there’s a chance.”

“Oke-hazama! Oh, and tell Tsukasa that we should go to the summer festival together, okay?”

“Got it. I’ll let her know.”

“See ya! Galactic Salad Bar!”

“Sa-salad bar…”

I quickly left the scene.

The summer festival, huh? It’s May now, so that’s still two or three months away. Tsukasa and Keage-san seem to talk often, probably because they get along as gals.

Leaving Keage-san aside, I’d like to see Tsukasa in a yukata.

Well, not that I’d be invited.

Thinking that, I opened the library door.

The library was so quiet that if you listened closely, you could hear the brass band practicing upstairs.

In the corner was the person I was looking for. A girl was standing on a pipe chair, silently reaching for a book on a high shelf.

Her hair, dyed in a pale cherry blossom color, was cut in a bob, and her translucent white skin looked so delicate it might melt at a touch.

Like a fairy from a storybook, she exuded an ethereal charm. Daigo Sakurako noticed my footsteps and slowly turned her gaze toward me.

“Sorry I’m late, Sakura.”

“Thanks for coming to help clean, Kei-kun.”

“Hey, you seem in a good mood?”

“Not really. I’m just a little excited to be alone with you.”

Alone. That word made me feel a bit itchy, but I walked over to Sakura, who was still standing on the pipe chair.

“It’s the bookshelf organizing, right? I’ll help.”

“Thank you. I appreciate it.”

“By the way, where are the other library committee members?”

“I sent them home. It’s a waste of time to work with people who aren’t motivated, so I’d rather do it with you…”

As she spoke, Sakura stretched to reach a book.

But her legs were trembling just a few centimeters short of the book’s spine, and she couldn’t quite reach it.

“Careful, I’ll get it for you.”

“Seems like it. Sorry for the trouble.”

“No problem at all.”

I took Sakura’s place on the pipe chair and pulled out the book from the top shelf.

“That series needs to be moved to shelf K, number 37.”

“The whole series? Got it.”

“You’re quick, Kei-kun.”

“Well, I’m a regular at the Paleo Daigoro Library, after all.”

“I go there often too, but I’ve never seen you.”

“Must be bad timing, I guess.”

“Maybe. Once that’s done, could you help me put the returned books back on the shelves?”

The book cart next to Sakura was filled with returned books, roughly sorted but still a considerable amount.

But if we focused, we could probably finish in about thirty minutes.

With that in mind, I started helping Sakura with the bookshelf organizing.

We worked in silence, occasionally exchanging a few words.

The library was comfortably quiet.

The sound of the brass band, probably trumpets, was clearer now, but it didn’t feel too loud.

The work finished faster than expected, and Sakura and I took a break, sitting in seats bathed in the evening sunlight.

“Good work, Kei-kun.”

“You too, Sakura.”

“Here’s a little reward.”

“Thanks. Are food and drinks allowed in the library?”

“Since we did the bookshelf organizing, I think we deserve this much.”

“Fair enough.”

I took the small paper-pack drink Sakura handed me and sipped it through a straw.

It was apple juice—sweet and tangy.

“Should we head back soon?”

“Let me read a little more.”

“Alright.”

I couldn’t just leave Sakura alone, so I stifled a yawn and watched her as she continued reading.

The faint sound of pages turning. Sakura, with her gentle gaze, quietly immersed in her book.

“What kind of book is Sakura reading?”

“SM.”

“Wha—!”

I spat out the juice I was drinking in a spectacular fashion. S… M?

“Kei-kun, don’t make a mess. I just cleaned.”

“S-sorry… but isn’t that something pretty intense?”

“What I’m reading isn’t the hardcore kind. It’s what you’d call pure literary fiction.”

While flipping the paperback book in her hands back and forth, Sakura continued to explain fluently.

“Many of the works that win major Japanese literary awards are often filled with messy, complicated love stories.”

“Yeah,” I nodded in agreement.

“Lots of people reject erotic content, but if it’s literature, it’s somehow acceptable. I can’t wrap my head around that vague line they draw. If you use direct expressions, it’s adult content, but if you use unique, artistic expressions, it becomes a book for adults. It’s weird.”

“Hmm, I see.”

“That’s why I’m studying to write works that take the best of both worlds. Things like harem stories akin to The Tale of Genji or thought-provoking galge (gal games). That’s my style.”

As expected of a currently popular high school girl light novel author.

Sakura has something like a “core” or “essence” to her, I thought, while struggling to figure out how to respond.

“You’re really studious, Sakura.”

“You don’t have to say it like it’s someone else’s business.”

“S-sorry.”

I hurriedly bowed my head. For a moment, Sakura looked at me with a puzzled expression, but she quickly adjusted her glasses with one hand and smiled coolly.

“Just kidding. I was just stating a fact.”

M-my heart can’t take this.

“…Sorry, I don’t know what to say in situations like this.”

“There’s no right answer, so don’t worry. In terms of creative theory, I’m the only one who can understand me. I don’t expect you to understand, so you don’t need to apologize or blame yourself excessively.”

“Then I’ll just be your listener, Sakura.”

“What do you mean?”

“Like, putting the right person in the right place, or digging a small stream in a vast desert.”

Sakura looked confused.

“I might not be able to create an oasis, but I think I can at least do that much.”

Ugh, I’m saying something super embarrassing.

“Kei-kun, you’re really kind. You’re as big-hearted as Lake Biwa. Honestly, I thought you might get tired of talking to me.”

“Not at all.”

“But I’m not good at socializing. I know my words can be like blades, and sometimes I can’t help but wield them.”

“I’ll be fine. I’ve been hurt plenty of times before, so Sakura’s blades won’t hurt me.”

“…I see.”

Sakura muttered softly, her cheeks turning red as she closed her book.

“Then, can I test if you’re tolerant in more than just words?”

“Uh, sure. I don’t mind.”

As soon as I gave my permission, Sakura gestured for me to come closer.

“I’m stuck on writing a scenario, and I can’t get the psychological description of the characters right. There’s a scene in the library where the protagonist hugs the heroine from behind, but the scene description isn’t working.”

“Okay.”

“So, can you be my test subject? Use my body and your sensibilities.”

“M-my sensibilities?”

“Yes. Realism is essential in storytelling. Your feedback will definitely help my writing.”

“B-but, I’ve never hugged a girl from behind before…”

“Kei-kun, if you’re in work mode, you can do it. Switch gears. Imagine the other person is a heroine from a galge.”

Sakura quickly played her trump card.

She knows full well that I’m weak to the word “work.” I’ve only recently started studying galge, so my knowledge is still lacking, but if it’s for work, I have no choice.

I stood up and took my position behind Sakura. Following her instructions, I wrapped my arms around her from behind.

“H-how’s this?”

“Not bad.”

“W-what should I do next?”

“Just stay like that until I give further instructions.”

Even though we were so close that I could feel her body heat, Sakura, fully committed to her role as the heroine, didn’t move an inch.

“Next, the protagonist gradually gets excited.”

Gah. It felt like we skipped from Chapter 1 to Chapter 5 in an instant.

“U-um… excited? Like, how exactly?”

“Tighter.”

“L-like this?”

I tightened my arms around her, pulling her closer.

My heart felt like it was about to leap out of my chest. The pounding was so intense, it was like a powerful hook had struck my left atrium. Thump thump thump. Boom boom boom!

“Next, the protagonist, losing control, tries to touch the heroine’s chest.”

“W-w-what, her chest?”

A loud warning alarm blared in my mind.

This is dangerous. Any further than this…

“Even I don’t want to make it easy for him to touch that part. But it’s fine if it’s you, Kei-kun. In fact, you’re the only one I can ask. If you really don’t want to, just say so.”

This isn’t about whether I want to or not.

Sin. Taboo. Adam and Eve. Such words flashed through my mind. The chest of Daigo Sakurako, one of the school’s top three beauties, was truly a forbidden fruit.

Its overwhelming size contained the fantasies and desires of many boys. Could someone like me really have the right to touch such a treasure? No way.

“I know I’m asking a lot. You have the right to choose, Kei-kun. Maybe you’re not satisfied with me as the other person.”

How could I possibly be dissatisfied?

Sakura, Chikage, Tsukasa—they’re all too cute. These past few days, I’ve been constantly troubled. If I weren’t putting family first, I’d probably be…

Galge is such a sinful world.

“I’ll increase your pay.”

“Huh…?”

“I’ll give you an incentive. If it’s not enough, I’ll even dip into my own savings.”

I’m such an idiot. Sakura’s gone this far, and I’m still hesitating.

…Now I understand. Sakura’s just being serious. She doesn’t have any ulterior motives like I do.

“The conflict you’re feeling, Kei-kun. Realism is born when you push past that hesitation.”

“…Alright.”

I switched to work mode.

I’ll be useful to Sakura. I promised to be her stream, didn’t I? But now that I think about it, what even is a stream? I’ll stop overthinking.

“Here I go, Sakura. I’ll play the protagonist.”

“Okay. I’ll fully become the heroine.”

This is work. This is work. This is work. Chanting this mantra in my head, I steeled myself and slipped my left hand into Sakura’s blazer.

“Nn…”

Soft. Big. Heavy. My fingers sink in. Its shape changes. It doesn’t quite fit in my palm. Hot. Something I shouldn’t be doing. Something wrong. And yet, I can’t stop.

Engrave what you’re thinking into the notebook of your memory! No matter what.

This is work. This is work. This is work.

“K-Kei-kun…”

“That’s wrong. I’m not Kei.”

“Kei-kun, wait…”

“I don’t want to wait. I… I can’t stop anymore!”

Her body shivered, and Sakurako let out a soft moan, “Nn…”

Seeing her reaction, I finally came back to my senses. Oh no!

“S-Sorry about that!”

I hurriedly pulled away from Sakurako and bowed my head.

“…It’s fine.”

Sakurako’s face was red all the way to her ears. My face was probably even redder. I felt like I’d done something really reckless. Cold sweat broke out all over me.

“I was the one who asked. Why are you the one flustered, Kei-kun?”

Well, that’s…

“I’ve learned that Kei-kun is definitely a boy.”

“W-Well, yeah, of course.”

“Did you think it was a mean question?”

“A little, yeah.”

“It’s just a confirmation, so I’d be happy if you could forgive me.”

“I’m not mad. If anything, I’m the one who should be getting scolded.”

“I’m not mad either. I’ll send you my thoughts later on LINE. I think the heroine in my head would be happy too.”

“Would she really be happy…?”

“That’s what heroines are like. It’s about time we head to work before Chikage and Tsukasa start prying too much.”

“Yeah, you’re right.”

It might not be a good thing for a guy and girl who aren’t even dating to be doing something like this.

But it’s not something we can just pretend never happened.

The heat lingering in my left hand is proof that I’ve touched the forbidden fruit.

Sakurako and I are accomplices.

Bathed in the orange afterglow streaming through the window, still lost in the sweet aftertaste, we left the library and headed to our workplace.

It’s around 6:30 PM. Tsukasa’s house.

Tsukasa, Sakurako, and Kei are in the living room discussing their plans for the second half of the long holiday.

“Huh, Kei-chan? You’re going on a trip starting tomorrow?”

“Yeah. Dad and Akari decided we’re going camping.”

“So that means no massages for a while, huh?”

“It’s a three-night, four-day trip, but I’ll stop by in the evening on the fourth day. Sorry, I’m prioritizing family plans this time.”

“No need to apologize. It’s no surprise that family comes first for you, Kei.”

“…Well, I care about all of you too. It’s just that I haven’t been able to spend much time with Akari lately, so I want to make sure I have proper family time.”

“That’s a good mindset. But it’s a little lonely.”

“I’ll be back soon.”

“Right.”

I tear my eyes away from the desktop PC monitor and glance over at Kei and the others, then shudder. Well, more accurately, I’m shuddering on my own after seeing Sakurako in such a good mood.

I’ve known Sakurako for a long time. She’s not the type to show much emotion, no matter the situation. At least, as far as I can remember, this is the first time I’ve seen Sakurako with such a girlish expression.

First Tsukasa, and now Sakurako… Kei, you idiot. I grumble inwardly.

That said, I don’t intend to treat Kei like some kind of playboy. After all, Kei himself seems to be actively avoiding romance.

I’ve been confessed to plenty of times myself, so I think I have a good sense of how people who avoid romance act. Well, if you asked me whether I feel sympathy for the people I’ve turned down, the answer would be no. If they give up after being rejected just once, then it wasn’t love to begin with.

I can say that with confidence. I’m serious. I love Kei.

Because there’s no one else like Kei these days. He’s a rare breed. Extremely rare. That’s the kind of person I’m looking for.

Kei, who can sacrifice himself for his family.

Kei, who can work hard for someone else.

Kei, who can give everything for someone else.

Just imagining even one percent of that unwavering love being directed at me sends shivers crawling up my entire body, and it feels like my brain circuits might short out.

It didn’t take me long to realize that this maddening heat is what love feels like.

I’d do anything for Kei. Sure, I sometimes fall into self-loathing, thinking, “Ah, this is the mindset of a girl who’s spoiling a deadbeat guy,” but that’s just how captivating Kei is.

That’s why I won’t give up. That’s why I’ve been patiently waiting for the perfect moment when Tsukasa and Sakurako go out for shopping. And finally, that moment has arrived.

Now that Tsukasa and Sakurako are out, this is my golden opportunity to have Kei all to myself.

“Kei, can you come here for a second?”

Alright, here begins my love battle.

“Kei, could you come here for a moment?”

As I was cleaning as usual, Chikage beckoned me over.

“What’s up, Chikage?”

“Sorry to interrupt your cleaning. There’s something I need your help with.”

“Sure. What do you need me to do?”

“Well… have you ever heard of ASMR?”

“I haven’t actually listened to it, but I know it’s one of the types of works people create, so I’ve studied it to some extent.”

ASMR stands for Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response, which in Japanese can be explained as an autonomous sensory peak response. Human ears are more sensitive than we realize, and they can derive pleasure from sound alone. Works that provide healing through the sense of hearing are collectively referred to as ASMR.

“You’re quite studious. Then, do you know about these slightly erotic audio works?”

Chikage showed me her smartphone screen. It displayed what’s called a jacket illustration, featuring a beautiful anime girl in a decidedly sexy pose.

Below the title logo, in small font, it read, “Ear Climax.”

The power of that phrase is just overwhelming.

“Is this something you guys are working on?”

“Yeah. It’s a work we’re planning to release on the platform next month. We’ve uploaded a trial version, but it’s not public yet. I wanted to hear your thoughts on it.”

“So, it’s an unreleased work, right? Is it okay for me to listen to it?”

“You’re a member of the club, aren’t you? I think it’ll be good for your studies too. Oh, I know! How about listening to it blindfolded? That way, you’ll get a more immersive experience, and your feedback will be more specific.”

“Umm… I think I’d like to listen to it normally first.”

“You don’t get it—your first experience is a one-time thing, right? Passing up the chance to listen with heightened sensitivity is such a waste.”

Chikage seems unusually excited today.

“Is that how it works?”

“I prefer the normal way. After all, I want my first experience to be a beautiful memory.”

…Please stop using phrases that could lead to misunderstandings.

“So, does that mean blindfolding is abnormal?”

“Well, well. Let’s just say it’s a different experience. So, will you help me? Please?”

With that, Chikage handed me one earbud and an eye mask.

“O-okay.”

Work, helping out, part-time job. The fact that I can’t resist these keywords is proof that I also don’t want to let go of this environment.

As I inserted the earbud into my left ear, Chikage placed the other in my right ear and started operating her smartphone.

Reluctantly, I put on the eye mask and dove into the world of sound.

—

The setting is a classroom. The time is after school.

The protagonist accidentally discovers the secret of the girl he admires, makes a noise, and gets caught by her—that’s the situation.

“Ahh, you saw me, didn’t you? That’s right. Being alone in the classroom is my hobby.”

A sultry voice. Even though I know the voice actor is Chikage, the tone is so different that I can’t help but be startled.

“You can’t run away. Hmm? What’s this? You won’t tell anyone? How can I be sure? I won’t feel safe unless I silence you.”

And so, on the condition that the protagonist doesn’t reveal her secret to anyone, he enters into a forbidden relationship with the girl…

“Fuu. Ah… you just twitched, didn’t you?”

Is that… wind? No, breath? Audio works can express such three-dimensional sounds… The quality is amazing.

“Feeling it just through your ears… you’re such a pervert. I’ll keep it a secret that you’re a pervert, so you’ll do as I say, right?”

Every word feels like it’s flowing directly into my brain.

The sweet, melting whisper fills my heart and body.

“Chupa chupa… julu lulu lu.”

Whoa!? A shiver runs through me. Wh-what is this? It feels like Chikage—no, the heroine—is directly licking my ear, sending sensations racing through my body.

“Kusu. Such a cute reaction… How about this?”

Ugh.

“Kei… what do you want me to do to you?”

Kuuuu.

Wait, what? When did the heroine’s voice change to Chikage’s? No, the voice actor is Chikage, but it feels like her voice has changed to something more vivid, mixed with breath…?

“W-Wait a second. Is this really ASMR?”

“Hmm, well… I guess it switched to live ASMR partway through, maybe?”

“…L-Live ASMR? What’s that?”

“It’s unedited, raw audio. No voice recording, no post-processing. Like this… fuu.”

A warm breath brushed against my ear.

Oh no. That’s… that’s dangerous. Fwooooh…!

“…Isn’t that just you going fuu, Chikage?!”

I replied, my lips twitching slightly, and in the darkness behind my blindfold, I could feel Chikage smiling.

“Did it make you feel… naughty?”

“N-No way…”

I couldn’t say it didn’t. That would be a lie.

“Denying it’s pointless. It’s written all over your face.”

What?! I panicked and started patting my face, but… I couldn’t tell.

“If you’re feeling like that, Kei, then it’s okay if I push a little, right?”

“N-No way! What are you even saying?”

Chikage wasn’t like Tsukasa or Sakurako. She had this dangerous edge to her, like she might casually cross the line of professionalism. I couldn’t let my guard down.

I remembered what Tsukasa had once said about her—something about her being “bewitching.”

I reached to take off my earbuds and blindfold, but Chikage’s hand stopped me, covering mine. Then, she leaned close to my ear and gently breathed, “Fuu.”

A shiver ran down my spine. Ugh…!

“Hey, Kei… I like you. You know that, right? I’ve even given you proof. You already know what that means, don’t you?”

“W-Wait, Chikage. This is all moving too fast. I can’t keep up.”

Chikage’s heated breath brushed against my ear and cheek, tickling me.

Wait… breath? That’s when it hit me. A conclusion I hadn’t even considered. Was Chikage not wearing her mask?

I quickly pulled off the blindfold.

“C-Chikage!”

There she was, her face pale—no, blue. Her lips had turned purple, and I could see beads of sweat on her skin.

Body dysmorphic disorder. That’s what Chikage had told me about before—a mental illness she struggled with.

“W-What are you doing? You’re in no condition to be doing something like this!”

“You went and took off the blindfold… That’s a no-no, Kei.”

Her tone was the same as always, but her face, her eyes… Had she been holding back this whole time?

“P-Put your mask back on!”

“I won’t… If I don’t do this, I can’t show you how serious I am.”

…I get it. I really do. It hurts. It’s been hurting for a while now. But…

“I’m sorry, Chikage… I can’t return your feelings…”

I hated myself for pushing Chikage to this point and only being able to give her this answer.

I clenched my teeth and fists tightly.

“Fufu, I kinda figured. You’ve been avoiding romance because of Akari, right?”

How many times had we had this conversation now?

Chikage knew. Maybe not everything, but she had a good idea. Still… she wouldn’t be satisfied unless I said it out loud.

She had taken off her mask, risking everything, just to hear my answer. I owed it to her to respond. To tell her the truth. It was the least I could do to atone.

“Yeah. I’ve always worked hard for Akari’s sake. That won’t change. I can’t think about anything else, or anything beyond that…”

I looked her straight in the eyes as I spoke.

I’m sorry for only being able to focus on what’s right in front of me. But I want to make Akari happy.

That’s my happiness. That’s the path I’ve chosen. The life I’ve chosen.

That day, in front of Mom’s portrait… I promised to protect Akari—!

“I’m glad I finally heard you say that. Fufu, now we’re at the starting line.”

“…Huh?”

“I’m glad I finally understand that your mind is completely filled with ‘family, family, work, work.’ So, if I can just take up one percent of that hundred percent… you’ll love me forever, right?”

“Huh?!”

“Even if you reject me ten, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand times… I won’t give up.”

With that, Chikage smiled her usual bright smile, despite her pale face.

“N-No, I mean… Chikage, you’re popular. You’ll find someone way better than me…”

“No. That’s absolutely not happening.”

She answered without hesitation.

“Because you’re the only person I’ve ever liked. And I’m… heavy, you know? If I can’t be with you, I’ll stay single for the rest of my life. Easy.”

Chikage paused, then leaned her pale face closer to mine.

“There’s no one heavier than me. Just give up, Kei.”

“…Isn’t that kinda unfair?”

“…You’re unfair too, Kei. Your face is all red, and you’re clearly aware of me, but you keep thinking about Akari.”

“Akari’s… my little sister. Of course I think about her.”

“Siscon.”

“Ugh.”

“Coward.”

“Ughhh.”

“Womanizer.”

“…Guh!”

I couldn’t come up with a retort, so I raised the white flag.

“Hey, Kei. Hug me. It’s okay if it’s for work, right?”

“T-That’s unfair. You know I can’t say no…”

“Please.”

I gave in and hugged her, and Chikage rested her head on my chest.

“…Even though we’re this close.”

“Yeah…”

“…I love Kei, who loves Akari so much.”

“Yeah…”

“…I love Kei, who’s such a coward and won’t make a move even after all this.”

“Yeah…”

“…I don’t love Kei, the womanizer.”

“Stop that… I’m not… trying to make anyone fall for me.”

“I know. That’s what makes it worse.”

“Even if you say that…”

“You’d hug any girl if you got paid 5,000 yen an hour, right?”

“That’s not true. It’s because it’s you—”

Ah… I was surprised by my own words and immediately shut my mouth.

But it was too late. Chikage pulled away and looked up at me.

Her pale face was now turning bright red.

I felt my own cheeks heating up and quickly looked away.

“Kei… what did you just say? Hey, Kei, what did you just say?”

“Uh, that was just a figure of speech… I mean… ugh.”

“Say it again. Say it again? I’ll record it.”

“R-Record? No way. Forget what I just said.”

“No can do. You hugged me because it’s me… I’m happy. My persistence paid off.”

W-What is Chikage even fighting against? And what exactly counts as her persistence paying off? I don’t really get it, but it seems like I’ve been defeated…

Huh? The trembling… it stopped?

I looked down and saw that Chikage’s face, which had been bright red, had returned to its usual healthy color—the way it looked when she was wearing her mask.

“Hey, Chikage… is it possible that you’re okay without the mask now?”

“Yeah, I’m surprised too… I feel like the curse might be lifting.”

“Curse?”

“Yeah, the curse. There’s only one way to break it. You know what the prince does to break the curse on the princess in fairy tales, right…?”

What does the prince do to break the curse on the princess? Uh… in Snow White, he kisses her to wake her up from the poisoned apple, right? Wait, hold on.

“Come on, Kei. Break the curse.”

“…Uh, Chikage? There’s no twist where you’re already cured, right?”

“You doubt me? That’s so hurtful.”

“No, sorry. I didn’t mean…”

“Then check for yourself. No, let me rephrase. Fight with me… Kei.”

With that, Chikage closed her eyes.

Her lips were slightly parted, as if to say that I wouldn’t know unless I kissed her.

A sweet breath escaped from between her moist lips.

…Persistence paying off, huh? Maybe she’s right.

After all, I made a “promise.” To “fight together” so that Chikage could overcome her illness.

In other words, I have a duty to confirm whether she’s truly cured or not. Since we made that vow to overcome her illness together, I have to be prepared too.

I wouldn’t do this with just anyone. It’s because it’s Chikage that I’ll kiss her.

This must be one of the answers I’ve been searching for.

I closed my eyes and leaned closer to Chikage’s lips. Just one centimeter away from our lips touching—when suddenly, the living room door opened, and Tsukasa and Sakurako walked in.

“Ma? Ma ma ma?”

“Chikage took off her mask in front of Kei-kun.”

An indescribable tension ran between us.

It was déjà vu. Something like this had happened before.

But what was different from before was the expressions on their faces. It felt more like joy than surprise. It was hard to put into words, but their faces looked like they were so happy they couldn’t find the right words.

“Is it really okay now?”

In response to Sakurako’s question, Chikage nodded firmly.

“Yeah. Kei gave me the courage. It’s okay now.”

Wait, the kiss was supposed to be an attempt… So, she really is healed!

“Chikage taking off her mask outside of mealtime is so rare, it’s hilarious.”

“You’re exaggerating. You take it off in front of the two of them, right?”

“That just means ‘she only takes it off in front of us.'”

“True, Chikage seriously never takes it off otherwise.”

“Yeah, but Kei is different, huh? Like, he’s in a special category.”

“Chikage’s bragging. What are you gonna do, Tsukasa?”

“I’ll allow it because she’s so happy. Heehee.”

Sakurako and Tsuka-chan looked at me and smiled.

Their faces seemed to say, “Well done.” It was a little embarrassing, but I found myself smiling back at them, drawn in by their expressions.

Because I understood the weight of Chikage’s trauma, I was genuinely happy that she had overcome it. Really… they’re such good friends.

“So, are you gonna do it? Or not? I might let it slide today.”

“Chikage’s fine play to get Kei in the mood. Akari and I will just watch.”

“But hey, Kei. What are you gonna do? Wanna head to bed like this?”

“Wait a second! Why is ‘going to bed’ an option when the choices are to kiss or not!?”

“Hmm? Maybe as a reward for my hard work?”

“I haven’t agreed to that yet.”

“I-I’m going back to cleaning.”

Somehow sensing the potential for chaos, I tried to quickly escape from the scene. Well, I tried.

But Tsuka-chan and Sakurako firmly grabbed my hands.

Then, with silent smiles, they peered into my eyes.

“Chikage’s a step ahead, and I can’t let that slide.”

“Right. This is where we step up too.”

Their eyes weren’t smiling. They were serious.

“Tsukasa! Sakurako! Weren’t you two just gonna watch today!?”

Chikage raised her voice, which was unusual.

“That was then, this is now. To honor Chikage’s effort and courage, I’ll work hard too.”

“Exactly. Trying to hog Kei all to yourself is way too selfish, don’t you think?”

The three of them started making a ruckus.

Even this chaotic scene felt like a treat for the eyes, so I must have been thoroughly corrupted.

I waited for the moment when their grip loosened and quietly slipped away from the three of them, who were now playfully teasing each other.

I realized I could keep working hard for their sake. It was strange how I felt that way.

Of course, I’d work hard for my family too. I just hoped this happy time would last forever.

With that strong wish in my heart, I quietly slipped out of the noisy living room.

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