Chapter 58 - Chapter 54

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(I wonder how long this situation is going to last...)

Aika and the other girls from Northwest Middle School had just finished their bath time, and another middle school's turn was next. Naturally, I was still stuck in the buffer zone of the open-air bath.

I could've tried sneaking out during the transition between schools, but with no way to check outside, that was easier said than done. Even if all the students were gone, there might still be teachers guarding the changing room or entrance. If I were just a high school boy, maybe I could've slipped by, but as an adult man who shouldn't even be staying here in the first place, getting caught would mean there's no excuse I could make.

In the end, I had no choice but to stay in this space, barely four tatami mats in size. On either side were the partition walls separating the men's and women's baths, in front of me was the hotel wall, and behind me stood the rocky formation of the open-air bath. Above, the night sky was framed in a square. The space was too narrow for a full starry sky, but I could still easily make out stars down to third magnitude, enjoying the unique charm of this buffer zone.

Compared to the cramped bath at Sazanami-so, this place was practically a luxurious paradise. But after soaking for nearly two hours, I was starting to feel lightheaded. The water wasn't too hot, which was a relief, but I still alternated between climbing onto the rocks and dipping back in to avoid catching a cold.

"Seriously, every time I see you, Anzu, your body is just unreal. Aren't your shoulders sore with boobs that huge?"

And, just as expected, the girls, high on the excitement of their school trip, were diving into conversations they wouldn't normally have. With just a wooden board separating us, I tried my best not to imagine what kind of breasts were on the other side, instead staring blankly at the hotel's plain outer wall.

"W-What are you talking about all of a sudden...? Of course my shoulders hurt. Bras in my size are impossible to find, and it's been a complex since elementary school..."

From her tone, the girl on the other side of the partition seemed shy. She'd had large breasts since elementary school, and it had been a source of insecurity for her. Back when I was a student, I never really understood, but distinctive physical traits—even ones others might envy—can easily become complexes. And having big breasts doesn't automatically make you popular with boys.

"You were already an E-cup in fifth grade. What on earth did you eat to grow that much?"

In contrast, the other girl sounded more blunt, even a bit mature. Still, she was just a middle schooler at heart. But compared to the absurdly busty girl who'd been an E-cup in fifth grade, she seemed more grown-up.

"You're not exactly small either, Ayaka-chan! D-cup in second year is plenty. Honestly, I wish I were a D instead..."

The moment I heard that, I nearly choked.

Ayaka—that name, a D-cup in second year, and a voice that sounded vaguely familiar.

Could the girl next to me be Ayaka-chan from Sagishima Middle School? Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't have even considered the possibility, but I had seen her on the Shinkansen ride here. Sagishima Middle School was also on their school trip to Kansai around the same time.

"...Well, I do modeling for magazines, so if they were any bigger, it'd be a problem."

Magazine work.

Bingo. Mizuki had mentioned before that Ayaka-chan was a reader model. I couldn't say for absolute certain, but there was a 90% chance the girl next to me was that Ayaka-chan.

"But still, it's amazing. A middle schooler doing modeling... If I had a body like yours, Ayaka-chan, I'd wear all kinds of cute clothes."

Anna-chan had once told me something similar. Bras in larger cup sizes were rare, and even if she found cute designs at lingerie shops, they usually only went up to a D.

I'd heard somewhere that the average Japanese woman was a C-cup, so maybe it just wasn't profitable to make larger sizes. And it wasn't just bras—having big breasts made it hard to wear certain outfits, like dresses, because the fabric would stretch awkwardly, making her look bigger than she actually was.

"And Anzu, your butt is huge too. Remember what that one guy said? 'I wanna squeeze Anzu's fat ass all night long.'"

"Ugh! I'm already self-conscious about it!"

A comment like that could easily veer into bullying territory, but since they were laughing about it, they must've been close. Childhood friends or best friends—that level of intimacy.

"How about your boyfriend? Things going well?"

For a moment, the girl called Anzu-chan fell silent. As a middle schooler, I was indignant at the thought of some guy getting handsy with her just because she had a big chest and butt. But then her next words left me speechless.

"...It's going okay, but... well, the physical compatibility thing? That part isn't really working out."

"P-Physical...?"

Ayaka-chan sounded just as stunned as I was.

According to Mizuki, Ayaka-chan was still a virgin, so she probably had no experience with that kind of thing. Hearing her teasing target casually drop something so far beyond her own understanding must've thrown her off.

"It's like... Sanada-kun, he's still kinda inexperienced, you know? My first time was with an adult man, so I'm used to just letting go and being taken care of. The whole 'teamwork' kind of sex isn't really my thing— Huh? Ayaka-chan? You okay?"

The conversation was so intense that Ayaka-chan seemed to have frozen. The revelation that Anzu-chan's first time had been with an adult must've been news to her. On one side, a virgin. On the other, a girl who'd already been with a grown man. The gap was clearly unsettling her.

"O-Oh, I see. Well, um, I-I think time will fix that, so maybe just wait for Sanada-kun to get more comfortable?"

Even without seeing her, I could tell her eyes were darting around. Personally, I believe sexual compatibility is something you're born with, so Ayaka-chan's advice was off the mark. Of course, given her inexperience, it was understandable. But if Anzu-chan had already had intense sex with an adult, chances were Sanada-kun would never truly satisfy her.

"Y-Yeah, you're right. You're so wise, Ayaka-chan! So full of life experience!"

Anzu-chan laughed brightly, not a hint of sarcasm in her voice. My guess? Ayaka-chan had probably boasted about being experienced in front of her, and Anzu-chan had taken it at face value.

Not that I could blame her—middle schoolers were like that.

"Oh, speaking of sex, remember that total creep on the Shinkansen earlier?"

Out of nowhere, the conversation took a turn that nearly made me choke again.

Of all things, I was the topic now.

"That guy was doing something perverted with an elementary school girl in the bathroom. I even heard lewd noises through the door, so there's no mistake."

"Wha—?!"

While Ayaka-chan kept her voice low, Anzu-chan let out an involuntary shout. After getting shushed and waiting for the attention to die down, they resumed.

"What kind of... perverted thing?"

Unexpectedly, Anzu-chan sounded curious.

Not everyone was as bold as Mizuki, but most middle school girls had some interest in sex. Even the quiet ones would bite if the topic came up. Anna-chan was proof of that.

"No idea, but probably a blowjob? The girl was doll-like and super cute, but she had something white around her mouth."

She'd seen right through us.

Note to self: No more lewd acts in public.

"Adult men cum so much, you know? Back in elementary school, I wasn't used to swallowing, so I'd always leave some behind."

That bombshell left us both speechless again.

Just who the hell is this Anzu-chan?!

"Anzu... when was your first time?"

Ayaka-chan hesitantly broached the subject. Given the way she talked, it must've been really early.

"Hmm... Fourth grade, I think? I was dating my homeroom teacher back then, and one time after school, in the guidance room..."

I was beyond stunned—I was numb.

What the hell is wrong with elementary school teachers?!

Dating a fourth-grader? Having sex with her?

"D-Didn't it... hurt?"

Ayaka-chan kept pressing, clearly worried. Probably trying to mentally prepare for her own first time. But Anzu-chan didn't seem to notice.

"...That teacher was really good. I hadn't even hit puberty yet, but he used his fingers and tongue to get me wet enough, then went in raw— Ayaka-chan? You okay?"

At this point, both Ayaka-chan and I were beyond words. The sheer intensity of the conversation was overwhelming.

"I-I need to cool my head in the water for a sec..."

"H-Hey, Ayaka-chan?!"

With a splash, Ayaka-chan submerged herself in the bath.

The fact that she was trying to cool off in hot water showed just how flustered she was. And honestly, I wasn't much better—so much so that I'd forgotten my own predicament.

This buffer zone was connected to both the men's and women's baths underwater. The gap between the bottom of the partition and the floor was only about 30 cm, but if someone submerged, they could see right into my side.

I should've climbed onto the rocks right then.

If I'd gotten out and pressed myself against them, no one could've seen me from the water. But caught off guard, I stayed submerged—meaning Ayaka-chan, who'd opened her eyes underwater, got a full view of everything below my neck.

"Anzu—there's a man on the other side of this wall."

"Wha—?!"

Ayaka-chan whispered to Anzu-chan as soon as she resurfaced. But with just a thin board between us, their conversation was crystal clear.

"You mean... the men's bath is right next to us?"

Anzu-chan sounded deeply concerned. If the men's bath was adjacent, then their earlier conversation had been overheard by boys from their school.

And admitting you'd slept with your elementary school teacher? That wasn't something you wanted getting out.

"No, it didn't feel like the men's bath. It was way too cramped—more like a dead space between the two."

Ayaka-chan's guess was spot-on.

If she could see that much from underwater, then I could've probably peeked into the women's bath too if I'd tried.

"Then why would someone be there?"

Anzu-chan's confusion was fair. If this was truly a dead space, why would anyone be inside?

"Isn't it obvious? He's a peeper."

"Wha—?!"

Anzu-chan's loud gasp was quickly muffled by Ayaka-chan's hand.

And honestly? That was the most logical conclusion.

A man lurking just a thin wall away from the women's bath? Of course they'd assume the worst.

Even if the truth was different, the circumstances painted me as guilty. What kind of excuse would hold up? "I'm hiding here to convince my runaway daughter to come home"? Yeah, right.

"What should we do? Call the police?"

The moment Anzu-chan mentioned the police, my blood ran cold.

Even if I tried to run now, the men's bath was still packed with middle schoolers. A 30-something salaryman suddenly appearing there would be begging to be seen as suspicious.

"If we do that, he'll just run. I'll go catch him myself."

"Huh?! No way, Ayaka-chan! That's dangerous!"

Ignoring Anzu-chan's protests, Ayaka-chan dove back underwater.

This was an open-air bath—meaning she was completely naked.

A middle school girl trying to catch a pervert alone? That was practically asking to be assaulted.

Not that I was a peeper or a molester, but as a father to a middle school girl myself, her lack of caution was alarming.

Yet despite the danger, I remained oddly calm.

Because somehow, I knew exactly what she was thinking.

"...I knew it was you."

Emerging from the water and seeing my face, Ayaka-chan spoke without a hint of surprise.

That's right—she'd known it was me.

The clues? Our encounter on the Shinkansen, and the fact that the lower half of my body she'd seen underwater matched what she'd glimpsed in the sports shed that day.

Still, the sheer recklessness of jumping in knowing a man was there left me speechless.

But what stunned me more was how she stood there, completely exposed, not even bothering to cover herself.

Her wet hair, slightly shorter than Aika's semi-long cut, had a bit more volume—whether from natural waves or a perm, I wasn't sure.

As a reader model, her sharp, well-defined features were fitting for someone in the entertainment industry. No wonder she'd been just as popular as Aika and Anna-chan during the school festival's maid café.

But more than that, her figure was perfect for a model.

Tall, like Mizuki, with a slender waist and legs that could've graced any magazine.

Her D-cup breasts, while smaller than Aika's or Anna-chan's, were still impressively large for a second-year. Firm, round, with perfectly shaped mounds and pink nipples that hinted at youth but were already mature enough to be functional.

And her untouched slit—so pristine, it was clear no man had ever been inside.

Just like Suzuka-chan's.

A pure, virginal pussy.

I couldn't help but hold my breath at the sight.

Aika and Anna-chan's naked bodies were mesmerizing in their own right, but seeing Ayaka-chan's for the first time was something else.

Why were middle school girls' bodies so erotic these days?

"You really are a hopeless pervert, huh? Going this far just to peek at middle schoolers."

Her glare was sharp, but she still stood there, fully exposed. In her mind, I'd come here specifically to see her naked.

"How'd you know it was me?"

Playing along seemed safer than correcting her. If I could find an opening, maybe I could still escape—though with all exits blocked, that seemed unlikely.

"...Once you've seen it, you don't forget. A cock that impressive."

Ayaka-chan glanced down at my crotch with clear disdain.

And she wasn't wrong—my erection was very much present.

Just imagining Anzu-chan's voluptuous body had done the trick.

"I haven't forgotten, either. How you fantasized about raping me. How you imagined fucking my virgin pussy with that thick cock until I came."

I almost argued that anyone could fantasize about whatever they wanted, but provoking her now would be a mistake.

Ayaka-chan was the type to fixate on her own assumptions, and pushing back might just make her call the cops.

"S-Sorry about that. You were just so... captivating, I couldn't help it."

The truth was, back when I'd jerked off to Mizuki's fantasy scenario, I hadn't even known who Ayaka-chan was—or if she was even real. But playing along was my best bet.

In her mind, I'd fantasized about her deliberately.

"So if a girl's 'captivating,' you'll rape her, even if she's a middle schooler?"

Her glare never wavered.

And honestly? The stunning beauty in front of me was a middle schooler, but her body was anything but childish.

Most men in my position would've done the same.

"I would fuck you. Middle schooler or not, if a girl's got a body like yours, I'd ruin her. I'd savor every inch of that tight little pussy, fuck you raw, and pump you full of cum until you're bred."

No lies there.

Socially? Ethically? Sure, it was wrong.

But biologically? A man would always be turned on by a girl with a body like hers.

Cupping her budding breasts from behind, teasing her half-formed nipples with my tongue, driving my cock into her barely-used walls—watching a girl who still looked like a child moan like an adult was always a thrill.

Most middle schoolers were probably still undeveloped, nowhere near as enticing.

But girls like Anna-chan, Aika, Suzuka-chan, and Ayaka-chan?

They had bodies made for sex.

No man could resist.

"Disgusting. So that thick cock just fucks any girl it wants?"

"Not any girl. Only the ones I want to fuck. And once I do, they always break in the end."

Every single one—even Suzuka-chan—had cum on my cock.

Once they felt pleasure straight in their womb, they all submitted.

"What arrogance. Some girls might not feel anything even if you fuck them."

"Try me and find out."

I stood up, fully erect, and saw her throat bob as she swallowed.

If I wanted to get out of this, fucking her into submission was my only option.

Arrogant? Maybe.

Not every girl would fall for me. Some might have boyfriends, some might hate older men, and most would never be satisfied by someone like me.

Aika and Anna-chan were just exceptions.

But I had to say it.

If she was as competitive as I thought, this provocation would work.

"No thanks."

But she shut me down instantly.

So fast it left me reeling.

"Why?"

"Why? Because I'd definitely break. I'm still a virgin—one round with an experienced adult, and I'd be done. Plus, I already think you're hot. How could any girl not submit if the guy she likes rapes her?"

Her answer was brutally logical.

Now that I thought about it, she did find me attractive for some reason.

And given her personality, she probably knew an adult could easily overwhelm her.

But I never expected her to admit it.

"So no, I won't let you rape me. I know what'll happen. You'll fuck me senseless, pump me full of cum, and in the end, I'll be yours."

Her frank surrender left me at a loss.

If I could make her mine, why was she rejecting me?

I hadn't even considered this outcome.

"I don't want to get pregnant yet, and I definitely don't want to lose my virginity here. Your cock is impressive—honestly, it's mesmerizing—but I know I wouldn't stay sane if an adult raped me."

"I'm scared, so I'll hold back."

A perfectly reasonable stance.

Unlike me—a man who'd lost control and preyed on underage girls—she had self-restraint.

She and I were fundamentally different.

"So take that cock and fuck another girl to calm down. I'm sure you can find someone willing, right?"

"Someone else"—as if that were possible.

The girl right in front of me wasn't an option.

She was overestimating me.

"Or should I use my hands or mouth to help you instead?"

The way she smiled then reminded me of someone—not Anna-chan or Aika, but a girl I'd dated back in middle school.

"It's fine. I'll handle it myself."

The best lie I could muster.

In context, it sounded like I was going to masturbate—but of course, I wouldn't.

"Or maybe I should ask Anzu-chan over there to help me out?"

"Huh?"

Ayaka-chan spun around, startled, just as another girl's face emerged from the water—only her nose and eyes visible.

"A-Anzu?! Why are you here?!"

Ayaka-chan was panicking, but Anzu-chan had actually been listening in for a while.

She'd probably gathered that Ayaka-chan and I knew each other but was too confused to process the rest.

And, admittedly, she'd been stealing glances at my fully erect cock, too stunned to move.

"Well... you weren't coming back, Ayaka-chan..."

Of course she'd followed. If your best friend went to confront a peeper and never returned, anyone would worry.

But the fact that she'd come alone instead of calling for help showed just how naive she was.

No awareness that she could've been assaulted.

Then again, that naivety was the only reason I wasn't in cuffs right now.

"But you shouldn't have come alone! This guy's a total creep!"

Ayaka-chan pointed at my crotch—which, admittedly, was still rock-hard despite everything.

Anzu-chan immediately averted her eyes, embarrassed.

"Then let's just go back! Bath time's almost over anyway!"

Anzu-chan clearly wanted to leave. A perfectly normal reaction for a middle school girl.

But her complete lack of self-preservation was still baffling.

Without a second thought, she stood up—and instantly, my attention was consumed.

Anzu-chan was the epitome of a traditional Japanese beauty.

Her straight, bob-cut black hair reminded me of a zashiki-warashi or a porcelain doll.

Where Ayaka-chan had sharp, striking features, Anzu-chan's beauty was softer—more understated.

The kind of girl who belonged in an old-fashioned aristocratic family, not on a magazine cover.

Her body wasn't as slender as Ayaka-chan's, but it wasn't overweight either—just perfectly proportioned.

No excess fat, but not skinny either. Probably average or slightly underweight by BMI standards.

But two things stood out far more than the rest.

"An E-cup in elementary school."

The conversation from earlier came rushing back.

Anzu-chan was stacked.

Aika and Anna-chan? Amateurs compared to her.

These were melons—two massive orbs that defied logic.

No "for her age" qualifiers needed. Even among grown women, Anzu-chan's chest was legendary.

And her ass?

The boys weren't wrong—it was a masterpiece.

Proportionate to her chest, her hips were just as unreal.

Normally, my eyes would've been drawn to her neatly trimmed slit, but I was too busy alternating between her tits and ass.

Aika and Anna-chan were impressive, but this was next-level.

And then it hit me—she was the girl from the Shinkansen.

The one whose massive chest had distracted me so much I'd gotten "punished" by Suzuka-chan in the bathroom.

Back then, she'd just seemed busty.

But naked?

This was a whole other league.

"W-Wow..."

I couldn't help but mutter, my cock throbbing in response.

If I could fuck her, the sheer euphoria would be unmatched.

"Eek—"

Of course she recoiled.

A fully erect man praising her body? Any girl would panic.

"Let's go. We're done here."

In contrast, Ayaka-chan was eerily calm.

Despite being just as exposed, she seemed almost detached.

"We're leaving. You've seen enough, and we're not helping you jerk off. Just don't get caught."

With that, she dragged Anzu-chan back to the women's bath.

Looking back, she might've been protecting me.

If Anzu-chan had stayed, she might've screamed—and I'd have been arrested on the spot.

But that worry proved unnecessary.

Because just before leaving, Anzu-chan kept glancing back—not at me, but at my cock.

Not just once or twice, but multiple times.

Like she couldn't stop staring.

"...That guy's dick was huge."

Unaware I could hear her, Anzu-chan's voice carried through the partition.

"R-Really? Bigger than Sanada-kun's?"

Ayaka-chan's hesitant question was almost funny. Without any frame of reference, how could she compare?

Anzu-chan didn't answer, but I could feel her nodding in the water.

Her cheeks and ears were probably burning red.

"...Adult men's dicks are just different. So much thicker than middle schoolers', and those huge balls... He could probably cum so many times."

Despite only catching glimpses, she'd memorized every detail. If she could draw, she'd probably sketch my cock perfectly.

"I-Is that how it is...?"

Ayaka-chan's face was just as red now.

If I played my cards right, maybe I could still fuck her—especially with Anzu-chan's help.

Anzu-chan clearly wasn't satisfied with her current boyfriend.

Her elementary school teacher's skills were a mystery, but the gap between an adult and a middle schooler was vast.

Then again, maybe that teacher had only wanted her body. Why else would he fuck his fourth-grade student so ruthlessly?

With a body like hers, I couldn't blame him.

But for now, the crisis was over.

I hadn't found Aika yet, but getting arrested would've made everything pointless.

In that sense, I'd done the best I could.

"...Now what?"

After seeing two middle school girls naked, my cock was still painfully hard.

Bath time would end soon, and the students would return to their rooms—but without fucking someone, this erection wasn't going away.

"Maybe I should ask Suzuka-chan..."

The temperamental elementary schooler who'd already jerked me off this morning—and sworn to abandon me if I dared penetrate her.

Even if I groveled, sex was off the table.

And creampies? That'd risk ruining our already fragile relationship.

But sleeping like this was impossible. Once I was hard, I had to cum—and masturbation alone wouldn't cut it.

Aika? Cut off.

Mizuki? With Aika.

Anna-chan? Sex banned.

Ayaka-chan and Anzu-chan? No idea where they were staying.

In the end, the only girl I could fuck was that one elementary schooler.

A future where she'd let me?

Honestly, I couldn't even imagine it.