[Content Warning: Contain NTR!]
"Nice of you to stop avoiding me for a change," Ayane spoke to Shouichi, her tone laced with irritation.
"Ay! I wasn't trying to. I have been busy with life and... stuff. I mean the club practice." Shouichi defended.
"Hehehe," Ayane chuckled. Shouichi noticed the girl had become much more adorable as of late, still, he would not allow himself to be tainted by her again.
The two met up inside the convenience store and there were no customers at this time.
"You said you needa help with something?" Shouichi asked, eagerly. "Get to the point, Ayane," The boy said sharply, crossing his arms.
"You think, will this one fit?" The girl spoke up as she casually picked a small rectangular box with the number 001. Apparently, it was a box of regular-size condoms.
"Ugh?!" Shouichi gasped, and his jaws dropped at the oddity of her humour.
He should have expected this type of thing the big pervert like her usually pulled but he failed every single time.
The girl picked another one with a large "L" written on it. "Maybe you need this one?" She asked with cunning eyes.
"Stop joking around, Ayane!" Shouichi blurted, his face reddened with embarrassment. He snatched it off her hands and put it back on the shelf.
"Ho, ho? Do you wanna do it raw?" Ayane teased, pretending to hug herself and her expression filled with disgust.
"No! I didn't mean it that way." Shouichi quickly told her. "We are not doing it!" He clarified, resolute in his stance.
"Eh? Aren't we friends with benefits?" Ayane probed teasingly, winking in mockery.
"We are not," Shouichi replied, averting his eyes.
"Then break up with your girlfriend, and become mine." Ayane joked lightheartedly.
"I wouldn't do~" Before he could finish, someone similar caught his eyes; the girl with twin tails with a black mask entered the store, cheerful in her gesture. Shouichi recognised her immediately. It was none other than his girlfriend, Ishikawa Misaki.
"Let's hide." Ayane urged, pulling him by the wrist to the corner of the store.
"But~" Before Shouichi could object, Ayane led him away, and they shuffled erratically.
The girl casually walked to the shelf. She quickly picked up two boxes of the 001 original condoms.
"What is she doin'?" Shouichi whispered, his brows furrowed into a frown.
"Keep your voice down. Just watch." Ayane replied as quietly as possible.
It appeared Misaki wasn't interested in anything around her, she picked her items, headed toward the cashier, and swiftly exited the store. The whole episode took no longer than five minutes.
"Let's follow her." Ayane yanked his arm forward, they began to stalk the dodgy junior.
***
"I'm back, senpai!" Misaki announced as she entered the luxury room.
It was a spacious studio apartment with one king-size bed, equipped with all the necessities, such as a kitchen counter and island, a large sofa and a 50-inch screen TV, etc. Nothing out of the ordinary except, there was a naked man waiting for her on the bed.
The man hurriedly grabbed her hourglass waist and pushed her down next to him, his motion forceful.
"Did you get them?" He asked and the girl nodded in response.
Apparently, they had been enjoying themselves in the guilty pleasure more times than they could count. And every time they finished the deeds, the so-called benefactor would grant her a big stack of cash in exchange.
"Does he know? Your boyfriend. I mean." The man asked while caressing her top erotically.
"What?!"
"About your illness. Did Shouichi know?" The man probed.
"No, I can't tell him that," Misaki answered, impassive in her voice.
Occasionally, a soft moan escaped her lips as he went on with fondling, his long, veiny arms groping and brushing like a hungry hound.
"I guess it is what it is." The man responded while he began to undress her clothes, exposing her delicate collarbones.
"You are quite soaked down there, Misaki," He remarked, trimming menacingly. Once she was moist and ready, he propped her succulent body on the white bed in a missionary pose and picked up a box of condoms.
His brows folded into a frown, "Hey… this is the wrong one." The man said, a bit disappointed in his tone.
"Because you forgot to bring your own, just get it over with." Misaki sneered, a pang of annoyance in her voice as she crossed her arms under her chest.
"These wouldn't fit." The man explained. After the girl didn't respond, he let out a big sigh before rising up to his feet.
"This is the last time, we're doing 'this' anyway." The girl told him, her tone detached and unbothered.
"True that… To think that he would be your cure, a reliever like me would have no reason to stay," The man quoted, his tone serene, almost poetic. He paused for a beat before saying. "Well, I will go buy it then."
"Whatever." Misaki scoffed as she rolled her eyes annoyedly.
The benefactor picked up his clothes that hung by the chairs and started dressing himself. Being discreet with his secret identity, he deliberately put on a hat, a face mask, and sunglasses, all of those to ensure no one could recognise him.
Eventually, he casually strode to the doorway and swung it open. Meanwhile, Misaki propped herself against the bedhead, scrolling on her smartphone updating herself on the latest fashion trends. He shot a quick glance at Misaki, exhaling one last time before closing the door behind him.
***
Knock! Knock!
Suddenly, a soft knocking on the door was heard.
Misaki raised her eyebrow as her eyes gazed at the door, "Huh? Senpai? Did you forget something?" The girl swiftly covered herself with a white robe and rushed to open the door for him, oblivious of a person knocking on her door.
"SHOU-SENPAI!?" A loud shriek from the girl was echoing through the room, her tone shocked and dazed as a man who stood in front of the doorway was not the one she expected.