[Contain: Explicit Content! - Only slightly erotic.]
After a peaceful 15-minute walk, the couple arrived at a secluded riverbank beside a gentle, grassy slope. The river sparkled under the sunlight, its clear waters flowing over smooth stones along the edges. The soft murmur of the current blended with the rustle of tall reeds swaying in the breeze.
The slope was lush and green, dotted with tiny wildflowers that added splashes of yellow and white. The air carried a fresh mix of grass, earth, and faint floral scents. A nearby willow tree draped its branches gracefully, casting dappled shadows that swayed gently with the wind.
"Wow! This place is so awesome!" Shouichi exclaimed in glee, amazed by the spectacular view before him.
"Right?" Ayane responded shortly as she sat down on the slope. The soft grass brushed and swayed gently by the breeze.
"Ah! How nice!" Shouichi lay down an arm's length from the girl. Undeniably, it was super energising to the mind and soul.
"How's the club?" Ayane asked.
"It's going swimmingly." The boy replied. "Did you know about it?"
"Huh? It?"
"I mean Shinji and the manager."
"Oh, why didn't you say so?" The girl turned to him.
"Hehe, sorry."
"Yeah… I could see it happening miles away." Ayane conceitedly boasted as she tapped her temple.
"Right…" Shouichi saw the girl pull out a tiny spray bottle. "...What is that?" Shouichi wanted to ask but he decided not to.
Ayane flicked the cap open and lifted it to her mouth. Her pink lips opened slightly and the fine mist sprayed as she pressed down the nozzle.
"Stop staring. Weirdo." The girl was a bit embarrassed. "I had garlic beef for lunch…" She justified with a slight blush.
"I haven't realised how refined of a lady Ayane was before," Shouichi observed.
"..." The sound of the flowing river and the crickets soon filled the riverbank, creating a sense of tranquillity. Maybe a calm before the storm.
"Actually, I used to come here sometimes." Ayane began to reminisce, sitting in a knee-to-chest pose.
"Really? I thought you only juggled between the cafe and home." Shouichi quipped.
"Hahaha. Right. I'm only here when I feel down." The purple-eyed girl seemed to glance into the glittering water reflecting the sunlight.
"Huh? Are you saying that something is bothering you?" Shouichi sat up and looked at his friend.
"Kind of…" Ayane answered. Shouichi could feel that the girl was not her usual self. She appeared to be contemplating deeply about something.
"Do you wanna talk it out?" Shouichi responded, patting Ayane's back. "That's what friends are for, right?" The brown-eyed boy comforted her.
"...It's annoying that I'm the only one without a lover." She said and asked, "Do you know why?"
"That's sudden…" Shouichi paused momentarily, "I supposed so because you always act cold toward people, Ayane." Shouichi answered.
"Shuddup!" The girl dismissed him with a playful push.
After a long pause, "Listen carefully, Shouichi-kun." The girl stared at him with a passion in her eyes.
"R~Right…" He stuttered but remained composed.
"I like~" She fumbled the word, averting her eyes briefly.
"I'm in love with you, Shouichi-kun," Ayane eventually confessed her feelings, her words unwavering, her hands placed on her heart, every beat could have been for him. Her captivating gaze yearned to meet with his cinnamon-brown eyes, desperately signalling her genuine affection.
As their gaze met, every minute of silence felt like torture, waiting for him to see her for who she was; for how she really felt about him. And she had been dying to know if he felt the same way too.
For a moment, the silence filled the atmosphere. Their eyes intertwined for an unknown time as if the world stopped spinning.
"I knew that actually…" Shouichi answered, finally breaking eye contact. Evidently, sorrow glinted in his eyes.
"Is it that obvious?" Ayane's eyes widened briefly as she asked.
"Well, I saw you with Namauchi Sosuke-san… maybe… last month I think." Shouichi retraced his memory as the girl sat closer.
"Hahaha, oh really?" Ayane looked at him. "Why you didn't say something?" The girl asked while her face adorably turned red.
"Well… I don't know what to think." Shouichi told her honestly.
"Why don't you break up with Ishikawa Misaki?" Ayane spoke with a grin, Shouichi wasn't sure if the girl was being serious.
"..." After a long pause. "You think I should?" Shouichi turned to look at her in the eyes.
"Yes! I promise I'll love you, I'll cherish you…" Ayane proposed with confidence. "I'll treat you right."
"I know that, Ayane-chan. You have been extra nice to me recently… I'm grateful for that, really." Shouichi complimented.
"There's a but?" Ayane was captivated by Shouichi's face, fixating her eyes on him.
"Yeah… But I can't do that… Misaki-chan has never done anything wrong." Shouichi rationalised. "I'm in love with her, Ayane-chan." He finally confessed.
The moment of silence as suspension built up in the air.
"Kiss me, if you feel nothing then we can pretend this conversation never happened." Her violet-purple eyes glittered in the afternoon light. Her words clung heavy in the air as they deeply clawed his heart.
"Are you for real!?" Shouichi incredulously exclaimed, his lips parted.
Instantly, the bewitching girl leaned over Shouichi's body, her face flushed a deep shade of red as she drew closer. Her pink lips were full and inviting. Like a spell, the pretty boy was stunned, mesmerised by her beauty, and unable to break away as if he was turned into a stone.
As their lips met, time seemed to stand still, and they became lost in a forbidden embrace. The girl's delicate hands began to explore, caressing his body gently. A wave of arousing heat surged through him, pooling in his lower body.
"It seems like it's been a while for you..." She whispered sweet melodies in his ear, her voice smooth and enticing. "Let me take care of that." Her seductive voice teased, her warm tongue trailing along his ear and down his neck, coercing his skin with aphrodisiac poison and sending shivers through his core.
As the intoxicating pleasure took over, the boy's arousal grew more pronounced, straining against his trousers. Ayane's delicate fingers slipped beneath the fabric, finding the hottest part of his body. Then she began to gently brush the sensitive tip. His rigid desire responded to her touch, pulsing in time with each stroke.
As her fingers caressed around the girth, her touch soft like a feather, pushing him off the edge of pure ecstasy yet she playfully paused to bring him back on the edge. Playing him like a puppetmaster, she guided his movements effortlessly, his hips swaying in perfect rhythm to her command.
A soft moan slipped past his lips despite his attempt to bite them and restrain them. Hearing that feeling like a divine revelation, Ayane pressed on her motion, fluid and purposeful, her fingers experimenting for sweet spots to please her man.
Eventually, it wasn't long before his pent-up urges overwhelmed him, his entire body quivering as he reached the peak of sensual pleasure. A loud groan blurted out while white murky liquid spewed over. A smile that reached her striking eyes graced her face as she gazed intently at her fingers, now glistening with the viscous juice webbing between her thumb and index like strands of silk.
Shouichi lay on his back shamefully burying his palms in his eye sockets, his heart pounding so deafening like a thousand explosions in his chest. The great regret crept up in his mind after the post-climax clarity.
"Shouichi-kun, I'm sorry for doing this. But now... to me, the answer is clear," Ayane uttered softly before rising to her feet. "Please take some time to reflect on what we've discussed." With that, she turned and drifted away, leaving him in his own demise on the green slope.
"Well… F**k…" Shouichi muttered softly under his breath.