As the sun began to set in the west, the evening glow painted the sky with hues of orange and pink, resembling a flowing canvas—brilliant yet gentle.
The sun gradually sank below the horizon, leaving behind a golden light that bathed the city's skyscrapers, as if draping the steel forest in a shimmering, golden veil.
Walking through the bustling streets, they arrived at a secluded little park.
Suddenly, Natsuha Shinomiya paused, gazing at the darkening sky, and turned to Yuta Yamano.
"Yuta… wait a moment. I have something to say to you."
Yuta halted, glancing at the hesitant Natsuha Shinomiya, and interrupted her.
"Natsuha-nee, can you come with me to another place?"
"Ah? Sure!"
After a moment of thought, Natsuha nodded in agreement. It wouldn't hurt to talk later.
Pushing open the heavy doors of the screening room, a thick darkness enveloped them.
The lights were dimmed to a soft, muted level, revealing a row of seats filled with small groups of people.
"Natsuha-nee, our seats are over there."
Leading her to the back, Yuta pointed to a row already occupied by a girl with long green hair, dressed in a midriff-baring tank top, a leather jacket, and shorts that revealed her fair thighs.
Once they settled next to the green-haired girl, Yuta and Natsuha waited quietly for the movie to begin.
Suddenly, the lights dimmed significantly, plunging the room into darkness, rendering everyone temporarily blind.
Unable to see their own hands in front of them.
As the music began, the beam from the projector sliced through the darkness, casting images onto the screen.
In the dimly lit room, reality and illusion intertwined.
A place of bold revelry for the passionate and also a sanctuary for the audience to immerse themselves in the stories on screen.
"Rustle—rustle—"
Not long after the movie started, Natsuha Shinomiya was drawn in by the narrative when she suddenly noticed Yuta making a series of faint sounds beside her.
"What's wrong, Yuta?"
With the shadows around them, Natsuha squinted in confusion, unable to make out what he was doing.
"It's nothing!"
Yuta tensed, gripping his thighs, his head bowed low.
As Natsuha turned back to the film, Yuta cautiously leaned towards the ear of Kyouko Fujiwara, sitting nearby.
"Master, is this really going to work? I don't feel any sense of revenge at all."
'So easy to deceive—she doesn't even like you anymore. What makes you think this could hurt her? Heh.'
Kyouko suppressed her inner delight, smirking.
"Just think about it; you've betrayed her, and she's still blissfully unaware, absorbed in the movie…"
Yuta found himself lost in his thoughts, his body shivering lightly with excitement and tingling sensations.
Yet, he failed to realize that he and Natsuha did not share any special closeness; he was merely comforting himself like a fool.
"Well then, Master, let's continue!"
Kyouko chuckled, placing her hand back on her lap while glancing disdainfully at Yuta.
"Are you telling me what to do?"
Suddenly, Kyouko slapped Yuta, the sharp sound drawing Natsuha's attention.
"Yuta, are you really okay?"
Faced with Natsuha's worried gaze, Yuta felt a strange power stirring within him.
The fiery pain on his cheek transformed from a throbbing ache into a tingling sensation, the heat spreading throughout his body.
Biting his lip tightly to suppress any strange sounds, Yuta thought, What is this feeling... is it the thrill of revenge?
Yes, it is!
"Really, I'm fine! Just feels a little itchy on my back!"
"If you're uncomfortable, remember to tell me, okay?"
"I can take care of myself!"
"Natsuha-nee, you've grown up. You're no longer that little brother who used to follow me around needing my help."
"Yeah!"
Yuta grunted softly, but Natsuha, who had asked him twice, assumed he was just scratching, so she didn't think much of it.
A damp smell lingered in the cramped aisle of the theater, the cool breeze from the air conditioning unable to dispel the strong scent of the sea.
Instead, it only heightened the sensations for the instigator.
Feeling satisfied, Kyouko Fujiwara gently stroked Yuta's head, which was kneeling on the ground before her.
Suddenly, Yuta's head snapped up, and before he could speak, his mouth opened only to clamp shut again.
Two hands tugged at his hair, only seeming to encourage him further.
"Ugh—"
Kyouko wiped the sweat from her forehead and leaned down to whisper in Yuta's ear, "I'll be waiting for you in the restroom!"
Kyouko stood up and stepped over Yuta, drawing Natsuha's attention once more.
"Hm? Yuta, why are you sitting on the floor?"
"My phone fell, and I'm looking for it." Taking a gentle breath, the cold, humid air could not cool the heat blooming on Yuta's face.
"Natsuha-nee, I found it! I'm going to the restroom for a moment."
"Oh, okay."
Once Yuta left, Natsuha tilted her head in confusion.
"Yuta seems really strange today!"
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Not long after Yuta left, Natsuha felt a rush akin to a river swelling, ready to burst.
So, she made her way to the restroom, only to find a long line.
Reluctant to wait, Natsuha descended a few flights of stairs and found a less crowded bathroom.
Sitting on the toilet, Natsuha reflected on Yuta's strange behavior from earlier, pondering why it felt so familiar.
'And that green-haired girl—have I seen her before? She feels so familiar…'
Suddenly, a peculiar sound emanated from the neighboring stall.
Initially, Natsuha paid it no mind.
After all, isn't everyone in the restroom just there to relieve themselves?
This need, however, was far from ordinary.
Amid the rustling sounds, the noise next door became increasingly loud.
Kyouko Fujiwara, like an ancient queen on a royal outing, was seated comfortably while Yuta, her subordinate, served her like a devoted vassal.
"Master, this is too… intense…! We're going to get caught!"
Yuta managed to say through his struggle.
"Why worry? You'll get used to it," Kyouko scoffed, having played such games before.
How bold, doing this in public…
Natsuha's cheeks flushed crimson, and she remained silent, unwilling to make a sound.
As the symphony of breaths and whispers echoed, Natsuha's heart raced.
Her thoughts wandered unbidden to Ito Yoshito.
'Yoshito…'
Her feelings began to blur her rationality, and for a moment, she imagined herself in the place of the protagonist next door, with Yoshito towering over her, overpowering her slender frame.
Everyone knows that women have a more complicated process when using the restroom.
Normally, they would use sanitary pads, but Natsuha had forgotten hers and had no choice but to use her hand...
Suddenly jolting back to reality, Natsuha blushed, her pale face now adorned with a deep red hue.
'Oh no, why was I thinking of Yoshito… how embarrassing!'
The protagonist next door seemed to think they were alone in the restroom, oblivious to the outside world as they shouted and hollered until…
"Ah—so refreshing!"
Kyouko sighed, wiping the sweat from her forehead, glancing at Yuta, who looked disheveled and covered in red marks.
"Let's go see your childhood friend; she'll definitely be suspicious after you've been gone for so long."
"Natsuha-nee? I don't really care anymore!"
"Heh, have you felt the thrill of revenge?"
"I don't know… it feels like…"
Yuta paused, panting, "it seems that I don't feel anything about Natsuha-nee anymore…"
Natsuha froze upon hearing Yuta's voice.
"Yuta?"
Then, she remembered something.
She picked up her phone and scrolled through her chat history with Ito Yoshito, finally finding a photo and studying it closely.
"Just as I thought, it's Yuta!"
Natsuha's heart was a tumult of emotions—complex yet liberating.
It felt complicated that the former good kid, Yuta Yamano, had gone astray, dating a delinquent girl while engaging in such provocative behavior.
Yet, it was liberating because she could finally admit to Yuta without guilt: she liked Ito Yoshito!
"Yuta," Natsuha said suddenly, startling Yuta, who was resting next door, but the only thought running through his head was, 'I've been discovered! How thrilling!'
"Yuta, you're doing this willingly, right? She's not forcing you, is she…"
"…"
"Yes," Yuta replied after a moment of silence, looking at Kyouko with a dreamy smile.
"It's all my choice…"
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The night was eerily quiet as Natsuha Shinomiya stepped out of the cinema, the absence of Yuta Yamano's presence already weighing heavily on her heart.
The evening breeze cut through the air like a cold blade, severing the bonds that had once tied them together.
The Curtain Call: Yuta Yamano's Finale
It was the height of summer in July.
A deep blue sky stretched endlessly above, and the sun hung like a furious fireball, relentlessly pouring its scorching light upon every corner of the world.
Waves of heat rippled through the air, distorting the landscape as though the ground itself was a mirage.
At this moment, the summer vacation had arrived, and for students, it was a time of unbridled joy.
"Yoshito! Over here!"
A figure stood beneath the shade of a large tree, energetically waving at Ito Yoshito, who had just stepped off a bus.
Dragging his suitcase, Yoshito approached the tree, arms outstretched to catch Natsuha as she leaped towards him.
"Summer, isn't it hot?"
Natsuha, feeling the overwhelming heat, released her embrace almost immediately.
"Hmph," she pouted playfully, crossing her arms and turning her head away, pretending to be annoyed.
Her silky purple hair was tied up high, with a single long ponytail cascading down her back, and her tender cheeks were flushed from the sun.
The purple hairpin delicately kept her bangs aside, revealing her elegantly arched eyebrows and sultry, wine-red eyes that sparkled with mischief.
Natsuha stood there, arms crossed, her white, smooth complexion glistening under the sun, dressed in a sleeveless tank top that clung to her curves...
Stretched to the limit by her fullness.
The JK skirt accentuated her shapely thighs, which looked sculpted like white jade columns, straight and firm, reminiscent of tender bamboo shoots just freed from their shell, bathed in sunlight.
"Hehe," Yoshito gently kissed Natsuha's cheek, smiling charmingly, "Don't be mad, Summer! Let's move; it's too hot standing here!"
As they walked along the narrow concrete path, the rice fields on either side seemed to wilt under the scorching sun.
The golden stalks hung low, surrendering to the teasing of the warm wind, swaying languidly, "Rustle... rustle..."
"Yoshito, do you have a place to stay? Want to come to my house?"
Natsuha asked, balancing an umbrella in one hand while holding onto Yoshito's hand with the other.
She yearned to be closer to her boyfriend, to share sweet moments.
Still, the relentless heat forced her to push those thoughts aside.
In a desperate attempt to control the surge of emotions bubbling within her, Natsuha engaged Yoshito in conversation.
'If you came to my house, hmhm... I'd definitely wear you out, sweep you off your feet, and see how much energy you'd have left to mess around! '
"Yep!"
Seeing the glimmer of desire in Natsuha's eyes, Yoshito couldn't help but grin.
"Really?"
Natsuha's mouth twisted, uncertainty creeping in.
"You're not just playing with me, are you?"
"Of course not! A sister who used to take good care of me got married around here. Her name is Natsuha Shinomiya. Do you know her?"
"Ah! She lives near my house!"
"Then you can come visit me all the time!"
Natsuha's eyes lit up; her plan to exhaust Yoshito could still be a go.
"Yeah, but just don't beg for mercy when you come over!"
"…"
The cicadas chirped from the treetops, blending harmoniously with the laughter and chatter of the pair, their summer's symphony gently crescendoing.
Natsuha felt a surge of excitement, glancing up at Yoshito, who walked beside her, their fingers intertwined. Such was the intoxicating bliss of summer
The warmth, the laughter, and the blossoming love that enveloped them like the golden rays of the sun.
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Under the blanket of night, Yoshito Ito had just finished dinner when Natsuha Shinomiya eagerly sought him out.
"Yoshito, let's go for a walk! I haven't been in the countryside for a while and want to see what's changed."
As they strolled beneath the thick tree canopy, Natsuha intertwined her arm with Yoshito's. The cool night breeze, carrying a hint of moisture from the river, brushed against her, refreshing yet unable to extinguish the heat that was slowly building within her.
"Let's go check out the shrine over there; it should be quieter," she suggested, her wine-red eyes sparkling like an intoxicating elixir.
Climbing the stairway lined with old stone steps, they passed through the torii gate and rushed towards the rundown shrine.
However, the dim light within doused the fire in Natsuha's heart.
"So annoying! There are people here," she whined, clearly displeased.
"Summer, there truly are people!" Yoshito teased, peering into the shrine before noticing something odd.
"Hmm? Summer, something seems off—the people inside might have motives similar to ours!"
He leaned close to Natsuha, whispering, "Look, those shadows are moving, and there's more than one!"
The warmth of his breath sent a shiver down Natsuha's spine, igniting her curiosity. "Let's sneak a peek!"
"Summer, you're such a naughty girl, but… I like it."
"Hmph~"
The two quietly sneaked around to the back of the shrine, positioning themselves at a small, unshuttered window.
With a gentle push, they created a small opening in the paper walls.
Yoshito peered through the hole and was met with an unusual sight.
Three women, dressed in suggestive miko attire and with vibrant hair colors, surrounded a boy clad in priest garments with a collar securing him in place.
Kyouko Fujiwara, camera in hand, addressed the viewers.
"Hi, everyone! I'm Ali-chan, and today we're shooting the first episode of our summer training series, 'The Miko's Revenge and the Priest's Fall.' Let me introduce today's protagonist…"
Natsuha could hardly contain her curiosity.
She shoved Yoshito aside with surprising force to gaze through the hole herself.
"No way!" she gasped, eyes widening in shock as she stumbled backward, covering her mouth.
Curious, Yoshito leaned back to see what had startled her so.
He found the boy—now on the ground—while the three miko women were rapidly disrobing, trampling him underfoot.
Yoshito scratched his head, bewildered by Natsuha's intense reaction.
"It's just some weird play, what's with the freak-out?"
Seeing Natsuha lost in disbelief, he wrapped his arms around her gently, guiding her away.
However, as they backed away, Yoshito stepped on a dry twig, snapping it with a loud crack.
Startled, Yoshito hurriedly pulled Natsuha along, dodging across the wooden planks leading away from the shrine.
"Hmm?"
Kyouko's ears perked up at the noise. She turned to her blonde-haired friend.
"Hey, someone's out there!"
"What's there to worry about?" the blonde replied dismissively, continuing her antics.
"We've filmed so many videos over the past few months—all of them super popular. Everyone knows about it by now! Just ignore it!"
Holding Natsuha close as they walked down a narrow dirt path, the sounds of croaking frogs from the rice fields mixed with the cicadas, creating a unique symphony of summer's night.
They soon arrived at a small stream, where Yoshito paused, gazing down at the girl nestled against his chest.
Sitting on the soft grass, he brushed her disheveled hair back, caressing her smooth cheek, gently urging her to meet his gaze. He looked into her tear-filled, wine-red eyes.
"Now can you tell me what happened? I'll always be here for you! No need to be scared!"
The stream flowed gently, clear as her tears.
"That boy... it's Yuta. I don't understand why he's like this!"
Natsuha exclaimed, mistakenly believing that Yuta was willingly participating in the filming.
"Is that so…"
Yoshito leaned in, placing a soft kiss on her cheek.
"From now on, you've got me!"
"Yoshito…"
Under the luminous moonlight, Natsuha leaned in and kissed Yoshito deeply, their connection amplifying in the quiet of the night.
Back inside the shrine, Yuta Yamano smiled crookedly at the camera.
"Goodbye, everyone∼"