[Contain: Explicit Content!]
Right before the couple lay a clearing encircled by shallow bushes and maple trees, their leaves whispering softly in the breeze. As they approached, the pond came into view — a natural wonder shaped like a heart. Beside it stood a small, aged wooden shrine, weathered yet sacred in its quiet dignity. The pond's water was crystal-clear, revealing a cobblestone bottom adorned with white gravel and scattered, colourful fallen leaves. At its centre, pink lotuses blossomed in radiant clusters, their beauty reflected in the still surface. The scene was an embodiment of serenity, a tranquil masterpiece of nature's artistry.
"A heart-shaped pond?" Shouichi asked astoundedly while turning to his beautiful friend. Ayane did not look back, she seemed to be deeply lost in her thoughts.
"You remember when I mentioned that Yoko-san's pond was different from mine?" Ayane said, her lips curling into a condescending smile.
"Yeah, What are your thoughts on this?" Shouichi probed eagerly, his eyebrows raised.
"Well, in my version, it's not a lucky pond. It's a lover pond!" She cheekily enlightened him, pointing her index upward with excitement.
"Huh? Why didn't you say so?" Shouichi asked, frowning in surprise.
"Hehehe, well I wasn't completely sure about it, but... I kinda hope I was right!" Ayane replied promptly, then let out a short giggle.
"Man… We came all this way for nothing," Shouichi thought aloud, his head hanging low in quiet frustration. He exhaled sharply through his nostrils, venting his irritation. With a heavy sigh, he sank onto a stone bench beside the water, hoping the serene atmosphere might soothe his soul and ease his weary body.
"C'on! Cheer up, Shouichi-kun! We can still pray for good fortune." Ayane found herself, sitting next to him as her gentle words carried a consolating tone.
"You're right... Since we're here anyway... Here goes nothing..." Shouichi shut his eyes and clasped his hands into prayer, there his relentless mind began to relax and his concentration was directed toward his good future.
A few minutes passed, and suddenly Shouichi felt a hot, soft air blowing on his cheeks. His eyes abruptly opened and right in front of him, he saw Ayane's face a few millimetres away, she was gradually leaning in close, her motion deliberate and unhurried.
At that moment, Shouichi knew the cunning fox was trying to sneak a kiss on his lips.
"Ay!? What are you doing, Ayane-chan!?" Shouichi recoiled reflexively, his body shifted an arm-length away almost instantly.
"What do you think?... I'm answering your prayer," The girl responded, her voice not faltering, "Dummy!" She boomed, sticking out her red tongue, and winking at him mischievously.
"Stop playing around! Damn it! I'm trying to pray here." Shouichi sneered, glancing at her with irritated eyes.
"Shouichi-kun! Wait!... Your neck is bleeding." Ayane spoke up and pointed her finger at his neck, the crimson liquid trickling down on his otherwise fair skin. It might be from when he tripped and fell earlier. Ayane gently inspected his wound, her fingers involuntarily outstretched to it.
"Huh? Yeah… It's just a small cut. Don't worry about it." Shouichi spoke, backing away from her grasp. His fingers located where a throbbing pain was, and soon he found blood smeared on his fingers.
"Hey, don't back away! Let me see it!" Ayane insisted, her tone part-ordered, past requested.
"Nah! I said I'm fine!~" The boy repeated and lifted his hands up defensively. But too late, Ayane already darted fast and close, her hands moved his head to the side to expose his neck, and her eyes inspected the wound carefully. Meanwhile, Shouichi studied the girl's expression, there was no doubt Ayane was worried about him. Ayane never took a 'No' for an answer, he had learnt that by now.
"Um, it's just a shallow graze, right?" Shouichi asked nervously after she took longer than he anticipated, she did not answer. His eyes absentmindedly found themselves gazing at the mystical pond before him.
"..."
Unexpectedly, Shouichi felt a moist and warm sensation on his neck and instantly flinched. It was Ayane who started licking his wound meticulously.
"Stop! You~ Perverted lady! Stop!" He reciprocated, his face deep red while feeling a tingling sensation beneath his lower abdomen, surely his body was provoked.
"Fufufu, I'm just sanitising the wound! Do you like it?" Ayane's lips drew a smirk while fixating on the boy with her lustful eyes.
"This is all your fault, Ayane!" Shouichi boomed, his hands instinctively gripping both her wrists, steadily securing them in place. His 'thing' became unbearably rigid, throbbing with filthy agony.
Her seduction eventually managed to break the boy and his primal desire poisoned his mind and clouded his good judgment.
Shouichi was compelled by the unknown urges. His consciousness faded out and he found his body, acting on its own, pinning her slender frame onto the bench.
"I'll become the biggest perv to end your mockery once and for all! Your day is numbers now, Ayane!" He grumbled a mixture of fury and lecherousness laced his every word.
Shouichi felt his heart accelerate with ever-increasing intensity.
Unexpectedly, the girl lay on her back, she did not squirm or object but was submissive in her motion, with Shouichi's body on top of her irresistible elegant physique. An embarrassed expression appeared on her face, turning her cheeks to pinkish red. His prominent nose was so close, almost touching hers. Together both Ayane and Shouichi were breathing heavily as the hot air brushed against their faces.
"Take my revenge!" He murmured softly, leaning in to sensually bite her long neck. His tongue slithered erotically on her immaculate skin and his lips suctioned pulsingly and greedily. Her sweet vanilla aroma filled his lungs, even more potent than ever, it aroused him greatly.
No longer a master of his own body, he was in something called a 'Berserk mode'.
Ayane let him have his way, gasping and moaning enticingly as he worked on caressing her throat, toying with her as she did to him. One of his hands impatiently reached inside her yukata, finding its way to a soft, tender mound, fondling her breast simultaneously.
"Wait, what? Why doesn't she wear a bra?!" Shouichi thought, snapping out of his primal instinct and regaining his consciousness. However, his fingers still worked themselves, twisting a cherry on top of her bosom.
"What the heck? Her nipple is stiff… Does she feel aroused by it?!" Shouichi remarked as he stopped to look at her. Ayane's libidinous purple eyes glanced down at him, seductively biting her red plum lips and then it shaped into a menacing smile.
"Ahhh?! What the flip am I doing?!" Shouichi jerked away almost instantly, terrified of what he had done and her devious smirk. The numbness spread across his body, his face turned into a stone.
"Sorry... Ayane, I'm sorry!" His voice trembled before cracked. He bowed his head several times, apologising to her.
His guilty eyes darted in and out, unable to find their place while Ayane was lying on the bench, motionless, with her knees raised and her legs spreading.
Shouichi stumbled back, overwhelmed by his emotions. The weight of his guilt pressed down on him, causing him to crumble to his knees. His face remained blank, devoid of expression, as his dignity as a man shattered into a million pieces.
It eventually dawned upon him that he had lost it big time.
"...You put me up to this! You set me up! You~" Shouichi lashed out, blaming Ayane for her games, but cut short by her cold words, "I thought you wouldn't stop there."
"You like it, don't you? Like all men... Fufufu," She continued and giggled in satisfaction, the bewitching girl sat up unhurriedly, her motion calm and deliberate, with her yukata exposing her pristine upper breasts. Ayane alluringly flicked her braided tail across her shoulder.
"Ayane-chan, listen... It's just a blind moment! I didn't~" Shouichi rationalised his actions but she did not let him finish for the second time, "The man can lie to himself all he wants, but his body can never." Ayane quoted as she shifted on her seat to cross her legs ever so gracefully and majestically tucked her chin on her palms. Eventually, she gave him an odd and hard stare at his bulging crotch.
"Huh?" Shouichi blushed, covering his little guy with his hands.
"Tell me Shou-i-chi-kun, what do you feel right now? Is it regret? Filthy? Or... " Ayane followed up, then paused slightly before exclaiming with the grin of the winner, "Guilty?"
Ayane casually traced her slender fingers along Shouichi's feverish cheeks. Strangely, she wasn't angry with him at all. Instead, she gazed at him with an almost affectionate air, like one might admire a tiny, helpless hamster — her little pet. Yet, a dark thought lingered in her mind, imagining how effortless it would be to snuff out its fragile breath with just a small squeeze.
"All of them..." Shouichi admitted, his face as pale as a ghost, carrying the misery of a grieving widow. His eyes had become dark, hollow abysses, and his body trembled uncontrollably.
The weight of regret crushed him, knowing he had failed to stop himself, letting his fleeting emotions dictate his actions.
He felt sullied, filthy, and consumed by shame for succumbing to his primal urges and violating the trust of his dear friend, Morimura Ayane.
Guilt gnawed at his core for betraying the love of his girlfriend, Ishikawa Misaki, in the most unforgivable way.
Ayane studied his pathetic face while fixing her yukata, "Aww, I'm sorry about that. But it does seem like you've reflected well…" She eventually broke the silence and pitied the boy. A smile on her lips carried neither resentment nor anger.
"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about our little game. Not even Ishikawa Misaki..." Ayane spoke, her tone firm and serious, twirling her silky jet-black hair. Her words struck him like a truck, it snapped him out of his thoughts, and back to reality.
"You knew?... About Misaki and me?..." Shouichi mumbled softly, raising his eyebrows in shock.
"Of course! For a record, I'm really smart, well, people often say I'm a genius," Ayane bragged, her tone crystal.
"Umm... I..." Shouichi stammered, his mouth opened and then closed, but no audible sound came out of his lips.
Ayane reached out her hands to cup his shoulders and gently squeezed, "You are dating her, right?" She asked him nonchalantly. The boy nodded slowly in response.
"Ayane-chan, I'm so sorry. I don't know what happened to me!" Shouichi apologised again, his voice clear and firm this time.
"I know, I know, don't beat yourself up too much... You can't possibly resist it, can you?" She responded matter-of-factly and locked her purple eyes with his. Then she continued sternly, "Don't ever do this to any girl again, especially to the ones that aren't yours, you got that?"
"Understood!" Shouichi accepted without a thought, but his mind still lingered, he needed to get it out of his chest, "But why? Why aren't you mad at me?"
"Well, like you said, we got caught in the moment, leading to an awkward situation. With that in mind, I couldn't really be mad at you," the dazzling beauty explained. Her answer eased Shouichi's mind a little.
"Misa-cha~ I mean, Misaki isn't a bad girl. She's just been in a rough spot, she…" Shouichi pondered aloud.
"I know. I've already talked to Emi-chan about her condition and all that. But honestly, I couldn't care less how or who your girlfriend is." Ayane brushed him off indifferently.
"Shouichi-kun, I just want to protect you. The last thing I want is to see you get hurt," She admitted, her purple eyes locking onto his with a gaze so deep it seemed to pierce his soul.
"Humanity is a fragile thing. It can shatter so easily. I only wish I could help you reinforce it," Ayane said thoughtfully, her eyes drifting towards the distant forest.
Before long, she eventually spoke up, "You're gentle, kind, and sweet. I'd hate to see that stripped away... By the people... By this town…" Her voice softened as though she was talking to herself.
"Uh? I don't quite understand what you mean, but thank you for having my back." Shouichi said earnestly, though his thoughts painted a different picture. "Although her methods are... unorthodox and weird," He mused silently.
Ayane responded with a warm, pleasing smile.
A few seconds later, Ayane uttered and slapped his shoulder playfully. "Cheer up! You can't be so gloomy all the time! At least you managed to restrain yourself. That's no small feat when you're with a girl as pretty as me. Hahaha!"
Shouichi forced a small smile in response.
"Well, who knows what could've happened if I hadn't stopped there," His mind wondered, a mix of relief and self-reproach washing over him.
Despite his disappointment in himself, he felt a strange sense of gratitude and relief that it had happened with Morimura Ayane — someone who genuinely cared for him and always found a way to pull him out of trouble.
"By the way, what did you wish for earlier?" Ayane asked curiously, shifting the subject.
"I haven't had the chance yet. What about you?" Shouichi replied, his mood lightening up.
"I already got my wish granted, you dense idiot..." Ayane murmured softly to herself so that he couldn't hear it.
"What did you say?" Shouichi asked, frowning.
"Me too. I haven't prayed yet," She answered cheerfully, a glint of mischief in her eyes.
Lastly, the two of them stood together in front of the pond and made their wishes properly this time.
"May we please be blessed with good grades, almighty gods and goddesses!" They both stated their prayers aloud. Their voices echoed briefly before they turned to each other and burst into wonderful, heartfelt laughter.